Only Human (Themis Files #3)(2)
Roger that, Central. Over and out. One more for the good guys. Spreading freedom, one city at a time.
—I’m fairly certain they had freedom before.
—Well, now they have more.
Part One
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WHEN IN ROME
FILE NO. EE955—PERSONAL FILE FROM ESAT EKT
Personal Journal Entry—Dr. Rose Franklin
Be careful what you wish for.
About ten years ago—I was thirty-seven at the time—a giant robot from another planet visited Earth and decimated part of London. We succeeded in destroying it, but thirteen more appeared and dispersed a genetically engineered gaseous weapon in two dozen of our most populous cities. One hundred million people died in the process. Among them, this mysterious man whose name I never learned, who steered our every move ever since I was put in charge of studying that giant hand at the University of Chicago, and Kara Resnik, my best friend, who was also Vincent’s wife, and Eva’s biological mother.
With some help, I found a way to alter the metal these robots were made of at the molecular level and disabled one of them. That was enough to convince the aliens to leave.
I can’t say that I knew that was going to happen, that millions would die because I had discovered Themis and brought attention to our planet, but I was afraid it would. I was afraid ever since I was brought back to life. I felt … out of place, and I wished that whoever built Themis would come back and take her away. I also said I hoped they would take me with them.
They did. After the alien robots left Earth, General Eugene Govender, head of the EDC, Vincent, Eva, and I went aboard Themis to celebrate our—I was going to say victory, but that’s not what it was—survival. While we were there, the Council of Akitast—the group of aliens who decide how their world deals with others—had Themis brought back. She dematerialized on Earth and reappeared on Themis’s home planet, with the four of us inside.
They call it Esat Ekt—Home of the Ekt, their people. In some small way, they’re also our people. The Ekt first came to Earth some five thousand years ago—twenty-four of them or so. They were among us for a couple of millennia. They were ordered never to interfere, to stay out of history’s way, but over time, some of them frayed and joined the natives. They had children—half-human, half-alien—who in turn had children—three-quarter human—and so on, until their descendants, indistinguishable from humans, had but a tiny bit of alien genetics left in them. Three thousand years later, there was nothing left to distinguish them from. All of us, every single person on Earth, were related, however remotely, with the handful of aliens who chose love over duty, back when the Titans walked the Earth.
We have been living here on Esat Ekt for nine years now, but we are still very much outsiders. Their entire society is built on the idea that different species shouldn’t interact in ways that can affect them, that each should be left to evolve according to its own set of values. Centuries ago, their kind was nearly decimated by the inhabitants of a planet their emperor had displaced, exiled for personal or political reasons. After that, they replaced their monarchy with a very complex democracy, and took their noninterference policy to a whole new level. To the Ekt, “polluting” an entire species with their genetics means robbing them of the future they should have. They view this as we would genocide. What happened on Earth was a tragedy for them as much as it was for us. They came to exterminate what they thought were a handful of Ekt descendants before they could contaminate all of us. When they realized they were too late, they had already killed millions. We are living reminders of what they consider a stain on their history, like the Holocaust Memorial, or a monument to the victims of slavery.
They will not be reminded anymore. One way or another, our time here ends tonight. We’re going home.
FILE NO. EE961—PERSONAL FILE FROM ESAT EKT
Mission log—Vincent Couture and Rose Franklin
Location: Aboard Themis
[Dad, don’t do this!]
—It’s too late for that. Don’t come any closer, Eva. I don’t want to hurt him. Rose, can you hold her?
—Hold her? No, I don’t think I can hold her. Come here, Eva. Let’s not make this any harder than it already is. You don’t want anyone to get shot by accident. We’ll send him back, Eva. I promise. No one else has to get hurt.
[What do you mean, no one else? What happened? What’d you do, Dad?]
—Ekim, eyyots ant ipyosk insot. Ekim! Eyekant!
[Ekim, don’t do it. You know he’s bluffing. He won’t hurt you. Eyekant ops!]
You’re right, Eva. I don’t wanna hurt him, so don’t force me to.
{It’s OK, Eva. Eyekant aktept eps.}
[No! Don’t do it for me! I’ll stay! I’ll stay here with you.]
—You can’t stay, Eva. Not anymore. You don’t know what we … never mind. There’s no time for this. Ekim, you’re all strapped in? Here. Hold the gun, Rose. I need a minute to get into my harness, and we’re gone.
—They’re coming, Vincent, we need to go now.
—Dammit! I can’t get my arms through.
—You can do it. Just relax.
—I’m not sure I can. I’ve never piloted the upper body. Last time I saw someone put this on, Eva was like ten, I …