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Chapter Forty - All at Once

 Chapter Forty - All at Once

 There was no need for Cyberpunk 2178 to actually kill the yer if they died.

 --IRN article, 2045

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 I skipped--not literally--on over to the building the aliens were pouring out of. They slowed down at around thirty, then stopped around fifty-ish aliens of a few different models, all in the single-digits, all looking pretty damned healthy, though a few had signs of being chewed up by nanomachines, it was light stuff, not the half-melted walking corpses Id seen earlier.

 Our nanomachine attack had worked, so I couldntin too much, but it looked like its effectiveness was dying down. Do you think theyre growing resistant to the nanomachines? I asked.

 That would be nearly impossible. What is more likely is that they found other ways of countering them.

 Whats the difference?

 You dont need to be resistant to fire to put it out with a bucketful of water. In this case, I imagine the simplest solution would be for parts of the hive which are unaffected to produce as many units as possible while recycling itself frequently. Eventually most of the nanomachines will be used in the flesh of models being sent out of the hive.

 Would that work? I asked.

 If someone spits in your drink and you empty half of it, then refill the ss, then empty half only to refill it again, eventually, after sufficient repetitions, there wont be any noticeable traces of spit left.

 Did you have to use that analogy? I asked.

 No.

 I shook my head. Thanks for the mental image, I said.

 Trust me, the contents of your average bottle of drinking water are far more worrisome than another humans saliva.

 Also great, I muttered.

 Id crossed most of the way to the building the aliens hade from when I heard a faint bang on the other side of the street and several more came out of another nearby building. Were the two connected, or were there multiple hives disgorging aliens in the same spot? Or was it something else entirely? Maybe the basements of these buildings were linked?

 In any case, I didnt feel like spending the day exploring each of those possibilities. So I ducked into the first building, carefully stepping around piles of broken ss. My boots might have been designed for stealth, but there was no point in beingzy and inadvertently making something crunch.

 A few nearby model fours twitched their tentacles my way at my passing, but they dismissed it soon enough. Could they sense the motion of the air? That was disturbing, but probably not too surprising from a stealth ambush model.

 The inside of the building they were using to get out of their underground shithole was, predictably, a mess. I suspected it was some sort of office building at first, but the big ques on one wall and the bulletproof ss above the counters suggested that this was more of a motor-vehicle licence ce than anything else.

 The lobby was quiterge, packed with stic seats so tight that I imagined it would pinch the cirction of anyone that wasnt a toddler, and there were multiple guard stations around the room.

 Some of those chairs had been ripped up, as had all of the stic nts in the corners. The antithesis were probably disappointed at their unrealism.

 The aliens had left a nice trail across the linoleum leading to the back of the lobby and into a corridor that probably led to the washrooms and to the back end of the building.

 I stepped around some of the bloodstains dragged across the floor and tried not to think too hard about them. Probably some poor fucks caught outside, or some family pets that hadnt been dragged into Downtown in time. Whoevers blood it was, it was now feeding the hive.

 Hey.

 I startled, then swore under my breath before answering. Whats up, Manic? I asked.

 Hows shit going? she asked. Because Im over here, sheltering in some shitty run-down apartment looking through some guys ssic CD collection and slowly losing my mind.

 Yeah, well at least youre not being spooked while crawling through a deathtrap, I said as I pushed further in.

 I wasnt expecting to turn a corner and find the floor missing, the walls ripped apart, and a stack of rubble pressed up to the edge of a slope that dropped down into an unlit basement.

 Fuck, I said.

 What? Manic asked.

 I rolled my eyes. She was really ruining the tension here. So I connected my cybeic eyes visuals to the channel she was on, so that she could see things from my literal point of view. Big old hole in the middle of a building, I said. This isnt normal, if you hadnt guessed.

 No shit, Manic said. Theying up?

 The they was a group of model threes that started to scramble up the rubble ramp. I jumped down, then to the side, gripping onto cracked chunks of cement as I let the aliens by. They passed close enough that I could almost smell them.

 I flicked on my helmets lowlight vision and looked around.

 The entire basement had been remodelled recently. Walls torn out, with only a few pirs remaining, but with plenty of new alien shit to make up for the loss. There were pools of goopy crap all over, withrge egg sacs piled waist-high at the end of the room and thigh-thick roots ran across the floor in zig-zag patterns.

 This is a whole-ass hive, I said.

 A rtively new one. I suspect that this one is absorbing the biomatter of the hives that we hit earlier. It would make sense for the antithesis to retreat and then work to purge itself of its infection this way. There is a historical precedent.

 Yeah, I said. Then I jumped back and ducked behind a pir as a model four came waddling past. It was carrying a mass of antithesis flesh which looked extra fucky, the kind of fucky that came from our nanomachines. I moved on past, and on a whim I started to follow it.

 It didnt get too far. Just to another room with a torn apart floor. There was a pit there, maybe some five or six metres deep, but a dozen metres wide, and entirely filled with rotting ntmeat. The model four tossed in the chunk it held, then hopped down to its death.

 Theyre really working on purging themselves, I said.

 Smart, for a bunch of nts, Manic said. So, blowing them up?

 Mhm, I said. But if they dont like the nanomachines, I dont see a reason to stop giving them some. Myalis, more of those cat drones, and a lot more nanomachines. Can you follow the roots to wherever theyre getting their biomass from? Well undo whatever progress they have here.

 A startlingly good idea!

 I huffed, but didntment.

 So no explosion? Manic asked.

 Oh yeah, big explosions, I said. We just need to stall until help shows up, right? So lets ruin this ce. I think acid sprayers all over, and then enough boom to bring the entire building down?

 That should work.

 What followed was a nervous half hour of me moving across the basement, unnoticed by the antithesis who were pumping out more and more aliens which immediately set out to leave. They were growing so fast that when I paused to stare, I could literally see them growing in their egg sac things.

 There was some sort of system in ce where the least infected nt meat was ripped apart and reused, and the most infected was tossed out and segregated, all while the hive continued to produce like mad.

 At this rate of growth, these models will be significantly weaker. Theres a reason most models take as long to grow as they do. Chemical reactions can only be hurried up so much.

 Once I had ced a few dozen little tanks full of rapidly-spreading acid around, I set out to ce my second happy surprise. These werent anything special, just in-old stic explosives in little baggies that would keep them safe from the acid.

 When I was done, I jogged out of the building, then froze up on reaching the intersection above. It was full, with nearly twice as many antithesis lingering around out in the open as before.

 Okay... so, we blow up the building, then... hey, Manic, think you could take on this bunch?

 On my own? Maybe if theye at me one at a time.

 I mean all at once, I said.

 Fuck, I dont know, she said. Maybe?

 Get closer, and dont get noticed. Once I set off all the bombs in the world, well cull this little herd the old fashioned way.

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Chapter Forty - All at Once