Waking Gods (Themis Files #2)(83)
—I don’t think we have much of a choice. If Mr. Burns is telling the truth, there might be about three million people left on this planet by this time tomorrow. Vincent and Eva will die first. Then everyone else who doesn’t have my crappy DNA.
—Lucky you. What do you need me for? I don’t know the first thing about bacteria.
—I need more. I need a lot more. Dr. Texera is sending me what she has, but it’s not much, and there’s no time to grow enough of them there. She said there’s a lab in Dalian, China, where they’ve been growing the same bacteria for about a year to run some experiments in a wastewater-treatment plant. I’d like you to send Themis to get it.
—With Eva?
—Yes. They can be back in a couple hours. I don’t wanna waste a day having it flown here.
—I can order Vincent to go, but I can’t send a goddamn child against her will.
—Just ask. I think they’ll want to go. If Vincent doesn’t think she’s ready, he’ll tell you.
—I suppose if the world’s gonna end in the next twenty-four hours, she’s as ready as she’s ever gonna be. I’ll talk to her.
—Thank you. She was playing outside a few minutes ago.
—I have one more question about that half plan of yours.
—Go ahead.
—How are you gonna get the goo on the bad guys if you can’t touch them? You’ve shown me birds dropping down a good foot away from the robots. Kara and Vincent fired lightning bolts at one of them and they couldn’t hit anything either. Your superbugs are gonna get zapped by the robot’s energy field before they can do their thing.
—Yes, that’s … the other half of the plan, the one I don’t have. I have no idea how to get around their energy field. I thought about building something that could go through it. I don’t know what force could be used to build an energy field that stops solid objects, but if it’s anything like electromagnetism, something made of superconducting material might make the energy field flow around it. I don’t know. In any case, superconductors have to be kept insanely cold. We don’t have anything I could just carry around. And even if we did, I couldn’t test it. Besides, we don’t have that kind of time. I’m betting on something much simpler. I don’t believe their shield extends all the way to the ground. I think the bottoms of their feet are exposed, maybe the first few inches from the ground.
—Achilles’ heel? That’s your plan!? That sounds a little … convenient, don’t you think?
—It would be extremely convenient if I could figure out how to reach under their feet. I don’t think a few inches of bacterial culture around their feet will be enough to power down something that size. I’ll need more surface for the bacteria to survive. The whole bottom of a foot might be enough, but I doubt they’ll cooperate and stand on one leg.
—Maybe you can bring it a giant treat, teach it to give paw. Don’t take this the wrong way, Dr. Franklin, but that has to be the dumbest, most ill-conceived plan I have ever heard! And believe me, I’m in the military, I’ve heard a lot of dumb plans.
—If I could make it walk … You’re right. I have no idea how to do this. But it has to happen today, so I’ll just have to improvise if I can’t come up with anything before Vincent and Eva come back with the bacteria. I’ll bring a shovel.
—Seven billion lives on the line, and you’ll improvise— —I wish I had something better, I—
—Dr. Franklin.
—Yes?
—Good luck.
FILE NO. 1629
MISSION REPORT—VINCENT COUTURE, CONSULTANT, EDC AND EVA REYES
Location: Shadow Government Bunker, Lenexa, KS
—This is Vincent Couture. I’m with Eva Reyes, back at the base. We had a lovely trip to China. They said they needed an extra couple hours to get the bacteria ready for transport. They had put it in a refrigerated container that wasn’t gonna fit through our hatch, so … I asked Eva what was on her bucket list, and she said she’d like to see the pyramids. We crossed that one off. We were only there for five minutes, but she was happy. You were, Eva! You looked happy, anyway. She’s smiling. Eva was a champ. We didn’t even fall once, and she didn’t freak out—OK, maybe a little—when we were at the bottom of the sea. We made it to Dalian just in time. We loaded the cargo and headed home. Total duration of our Chinese escapade: two hours, forty-seven minutes.
Dr. Franklin left for New York with the bacterial culture about an hour ago. As least I hope that was bacterial culture. It might have been beer. The friendly folks at the Dalian University of Technology gave us three kegs. For real, regular college-kid drink-from-the-tap-until-you-pass-out kegs. So, if Rose can’t save humanity with what’s in there, there’s at least hope for a decent end-of-the-world party. Not for you, Eva, but we’ll find you some Army-issued apple juice somewhere.
—Hey!
—OK. Maybe a sip. I could use a beer right about now. Dr. Franklin is probably there already. General Govender and the rest of the staff are in the control room. They have a bunch of drones up there—really cool quadcopters, they won’t let me play with them—so they can see from different angles. It’s like a football game. Eva … I think Eva was scared a little. She didn’t wanna go, but she’s racking up the nerves as we speak. I guess we’ll— —It won’t work.