There is a device in my head; they call it a Neural Intelligence System. It is somewhat misnamed, as it doesn’t really have any intelligence of its own, artificial or otherwise. It is more of an amplification system for my brain, allowing me to retain and retrieve information far more quickly than I could on my own.
Most people would be amazed how disconcerting it is when you cannot forget anything. It’s a strange, crowded feeling in my head, like there are too many thoughts and facts, far more than the human brain was intended to handle. It is extremely useful in many instances, yet I wonder sometimes if it will one day drive me mad, if nothing else does, that is. If I am not already mad.
While the device doesn’t do any computation on its own, it does affect the way I think. I wouldn’t say it makes me smarter, but my judgments, my reasoning are different because there is more information available to my brain. I don’t waste effort trying to remember things, since it happens automatically. My thoughts and decisions have the benefit of far more data than most people’s.
People and events rarely surprise me anymore. It does happen, but usually only when there is information of which I am unaware. The enemy’s recent counter-offensive was a surprise because we didn’t have enough drones to monitor their incoming reinforcements, and I had no information on the commanders involved and the forces they had available.
Every so often, a person will surprise me by showing initiative and character I didn’t expect. General Antonio Ralfieri was one of those people. I felt the impact of his ability when my forces were pushed back, driven to their last stand along the battle scarred front. He surprised me again when the battle paused just before the final struggle. And without his courage and strength of will, my army would likely have died in the bloodsoaked sands of Juno.
Bear Samuels slumped down and leaned against the slick mud wall of the shallow trench. The works had been hastily built, thrown up by groups of walking wounded and rallied routers. They weren’t very deep, nor were they well planned or designed. A normal man could kneel or sit and stay in cover, but Samuels had to lean his massive frame forward to keep his head from poking over the top. The works were far from ideal, but even a poor quality trench was preferable to fighting in the open, and Samuels was glad to have them.
The battle had been fierce, the fighting nonstop. Samuels and his fellow officers had continually rallied the troops, kept them in the line far longer than they’d had a right to expect. Men, even cyborg Supersoldiers, had their limits, and Samuels’ troops had been fighting for two weeks without a rest. They were nearing the breaking point, holding the line with the last of their strength. Samuels was enormously proud of his soldiers, but he also knew they couldn’t hold out forever. If the enemy had enough fresh troops, they were going to win the battle. They had just launched a big assault that came close to success before it spent its impetus, and they fell back to regroup. Then, with no explanation, the enemy attacks just stopped. Completely. Even the harassing fire and mortar bombardment fell silent.
Samuels immediately ordered his forces to cease fire as well. He knew the battle was far from over, but his people were low on ammo, and they didn’t have the resources to waste on long range fire at an enemy that wasn’t advancing. Better to save what they had to repulse whatever attack was still to come.
He was grateful for the respite. His men were exhausted, and even a short break was welcome. He’d ordered half his units to stand down and pull back a klick, while the rest manned the defenses. Maybe they’d get enough time for a hot meal and some sleep. With a little luck, all his people would get a breather. Still, he had his recon teams on full alert. He was far from convinced the lull wasn’t some kind of trick.
“Major Samuels…” It was Sergeant Welles on the com. Welles was the commander of the forward pickets.
“Yes, Sergeant. Report.”
“Sir…we’ve got something…unexpected up here.” Welles’ voice was confused, uncertain.
“Go on, Sergeant. What is it?”
There was a short pause. “It’s a group of the enemy approaching, sir. Perhaps 20-25.” Another hesitation. “They appear to be unarmed…and…”
“And what, Sergeant?”
“They are carrying a flag, sir. A white flag.”
Samuels paused. He knew what a white flag meant, though he’d never seen one employed on a battlefield. The Machines didn’t surrender, and even when he’d been facing human enemies, any parley was easily arranged by com.
“Let them approach, Sergeant.” Samuels was still confused, but he wasn’t going to know anything unless he listened to what they had to say. “Keep an eye out for any kind of trick, any other enemy formations approaching.”
“Yes, sir.” A short pause. “No other enemy activity, Major. None at all.”
“Very well, Sergeant. Bring them to me as soon as possible.” Samuels’ mind was racing. What was this all about?
“General Ralfieri, I’d like to welcome you to my headquarters.” Taylor extended a hand to the commander of the army that had fought his people with such hellish intensity. “I must say, I am surprised at your presence.” It was hard to speak calmly and courteously to an enemy, especially after the losses his men had suffered. But he knew Ralfieri and his soldiers had been lied to, just as he and his men had been for so many years. The very presence of the enemy commander here in Taylor’s headquarters suggested he’d begun to doubt that propaganda.
“Thank you, General Taylor.” Ralfieri reached out and grasped Taylor’s hand. “I appreciate your seeing me.” He paused. “It isn’t easy for either of us, I am sure, after the ferocity of the battle and the losses we have suffered.”
“No, it isn’t.” Taylor wanted to hate the enemy commander, but he couldn’t. He saw a lot of himself in Antonio Ralfieri, and he couldn’t question the courage it took for the general to come to Taylor’s headquarters. “But that is no excuse for us to refuse communication. Even with an enemy.”
“Perhaps we should not be enemies, General Taylor.” Ralfieri stood silently for a few seconds, his eyes focused on his counterpart. He’d been told Jake Taylor was insane, a bloodthirsty villain determined to kill as many UN soldiers as possible. It never made sense to him. Even if Taylor had lost his mind, his soldiers would never have followed him with such devotion. Not if he was just a psychopathic monster. Now, seeing Taylor, hearing his voice, Ralfieri knew he’d been lied to…and he began to suspect the entire apocalyptic battle his men had been fighting was a tragic mistake.
“General, with all due respect, I need some answers.” Ralfieri spoke softly, calmly. “I believe I have been lied to, that this terrible war we’ve been fighting is a tragic error.”
Taylor took a deep breath. “It’s not a mistake, General. At least not from the perspective of those who sent you here.” Taylor couldn’t keep the fatigue from his voice. “I am on a mission, General. All my men are. We are going back to Earth to destroy UNGov. To free humanity.” Taylor hadn’t intended to jump right to such a striking declaration, but he had a good feeling about Ralfieri, and something made him blurt it out.
“So it’s all true then?” Ralfieri felt his stomach clench as he realized not just the war against Taylor’s men, but the decades of conflict against the Machines had all been based on lies and propaganda. “UNGov started the war, not the Tegeri? The whole thing, 40 years of bloody slaughter, all to keep UNGov in power?”
Taylor nodded and exhaled slowly. “I’m afraid so, General Ralfieri.” There was deep sadness in his tone. He’d know the truth for nearly two years, but he still felt the shock, the outrage, as keenly as he had that day in T’arza’s underground complex.
Ralfieri looked back at Taylor. It was hard to gauge emotion from someone with cybernetic enhancements. Their metallic eyes tended to make their expressions mechanical-looking regardless of the underlying emotion. But he could feel Taylor’s sadness, the heavy burden the AOL’s commander carried with him. He wanted to know more – he needed to know – but in that instant he made up his mind. Everything Jake Taylor had said was true – he was suddenly sure of it.
He felt nauseous. His men had killed thousands of Taylor’s people…and they’d lost even more of their own doing it. The battle had been a bloodbath, and it was all for nothing. Ralfieri felt the boiling rage inside, pressing against him, trying to find an escape. He wanted to track down everyone responsible and kill them with his bare hands.
Taylor knew what was going on in Ralfieri’s head; he knew it all too well. “General…it’s not your fault. I believed the same as you did for years. I was a good little soldier. I did what I was told. Until I found out the truth. As you have here today.” Taylor paused, giving his guest a few seconds to absorb what he had just learned.
Ralfieri struggled to maintain his composure. “Forty years,” he rasped. “All the dead. On both sides.”
“I know what you’re going through, General.” Taylor reached out and put his hand on Ralfieri’s shoulder. “No one knows better than I do. But you can’t change what happened. None of us can.” He paused. “But we are answerable for the future. You acted in ignorance before, but now you know the truth. If we let this go on, it is on us. Our responsibility.”
Ralfieri exhaled. “Now that I know the truth,” he said bitterly, “it will not go on. At least not here.” He looked up at Taylor. “This battle is over, I can tell you that much.” He was tense, his hands clenched into fists. “I will never fight for them again. Never.”
“We need to reach your people, General. We need to make them understand, all of them. Their place is with my soldiers, fighting for freedom, not as slaves for UNGov.”
“You’re right, General Taylor.” Ralfieri let his eyes drop, a look of sadness dropping over his face. “So many dead. So many of your men, General, so many of mine.” His voice was full of emotion…regret sadness, anger.
“I know, General.” Taylor’s voice was pure empathy. He understood what Ralfieri was thinking, the pain he was going through trying to adjust to what he’d learned. Taylor had been there; he was still there. But he’d learned to live with it after a fashion. At least, he’d managed to put duty first. There would be time for self-recrimination later, if he somehow lived through the Crusade. “The only question is, will those deaths mean something? Will you join me? Will you help me destroy UNGov and free the people of Earth from its tyranny?”
Ralfieri took a deep breath. The last day was a blur, and his mind was struggling to process everything he’d learned. But he didn’t have any doubts, not anymore. “Yes, General.” He spoke firmly, surely. “I am with you.” He reached out his hand toward Taylor. “All the way.”
Taylor grasped Ralfieri’s hand and the two shook. “Thank you, General.” Taylor forced a smile. “I am sure that together we will find a way to take down UNGov.” He was actually far from sure, but he kept that to himself.
“I need to reach my men. I’m sure most of them will rally to us, but we need to contact them.”
Taylor’s hand moved toward the small amulet around his neck. “I believe I can help with that, General.”
Ralfieri shook his head. “I know you have some method for long distance communication, General, but that’s not the problem.” His face twisted into an angry grimace. “There’s a UN Inquisitor on Juno, General Taylor, and he has several hundred of his men with him. They executed every soldier who tried to come over to your side at the beginning of the campaign, even men who were just in the units of those attempting desertion.” Ralfieri’s voice was thick with anger. “I don’t know what he could do if we issued a joint communique, but we can’t take the risk.”
Taylor nodded. “Then we have to take him out first.” He opened his mouth to continue, but Ralfieri’s com buzzed.
“General Ralfieri, we have a problem.” It was Colonel Patel. Patel was the highest ranked modified officer left alive in Ralfieri’s army, the tactical commander of the remnant of the Black Corps. His voice was strained, and Ralfieri could hear a commotion in the background.
“What is it, Colonel?”
“It’s the Portal, sir. Something’s wrong on Oceania.” Patel paused, and Ralfieri could hear shouting in the background. “We were expecting new reinforcements and a fresh shipment of ordnance, but neither arrived. I dispatched three separate detachments through the Portal to check things out, and none have returned.”
Ralfieri pressed the button on his com to mute the connection. “General Taylor, you don’t have any forces on Oceania, do you?”
“No.” Taylor had a thoughtful expression on his face. “Whatever is happening, my people have nothing to do with it.”
Ralfieri snapped the com back on. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. For now, I want that Portal heavily guarded.”
“Sir…” Patel sounded nervous, uncomfortable. “Inquisitor Vanderberg is here, and he and his men have taken control of the area around the Portal.”
“I’m on the way, Colonel. Do nothing until I arrive.” He cut the connection and turned toward Taylor, a strange expression on his face. “Well, General, we know where Inquisitor Vanderberg and his men will be. How would you feel about dealing with this problem once and for all?”