Homer posited two kinds of dreams, the “honest” one of Horn, and the “glimmering illusion” of Ivory. So Dad shot for Ivory, what else?
Maria Bartley-Rand, Flower of Life: Journey Beyond Protoculture
The core’s vitals suddenly turned white-hot, and the whole miles-wide spherical chamber lit up like the interior of an arc furnace.
Although her Sensor was gone, the Regess spoke to her remaining children. “Control Matrix breeched! Reflex furnace overload!” All she could do was tell them that they were all going to die, but at least they would hear her voice in their final moments. Gargantuan sheets of electrical discharge played all through the place.
The core came apart at its seams, like a soccer ball full of Tango-9 explosive. The Pincers were vaporized; the explosion raced outward.
Scott had turned and turned again, hurtling along at max thrust, praying the walls and turns would muffle some of the blast.
Then it caught up with him.
The Beta and the other two Alphas, shepherding Lunk’s truck, arrowed toward the titanic triangle of the alien stronghold’s rear gate. Beyond it, a snowy Earth shone.
“Nice of ’em to leave the back door open,” Rook smiled. Then she felt her flesh goosebump as she saw that the light was dwindling; the two halves of the giant triangle’s door were sliding in from either side.
“But not for long!” cried Lancer. “Lunk, hurry!”
Lunk gritted his teeth, floored the accelerator, and hit a few buttons. “Can’t make it,” he muttered, but the APC leapt ahead in a way that disputed that.
The VTs had to come through standing on one wing-tip; the APC almost got its tailpipe caught. But they all made it, as the massive door halves ground shut.
“I think that one took some paint off my baby, here,” Rook said cheerily, patting her instrument panel.
Lunk just tried to control his trembling; Annie was either meditating, praying, or passed out. Marlene looked comatose.
Rand glanced back over his shoulder at the fortress. C’mon, Scott!
Somehow, being slammed against walls and dribbled along the deck for a bit hadn’t destroyed the superstrong Battloid. Even though the blast from the reflex furnace had shaken the whole mountain and had fissured walls, floors, and ceilings, it had somehow been relatively contained. But he was registering secondary explosions, and there was every chance that the core was going to explode again with an even more spectacular Big Bang.
Then it was on his tail, a fireball even bigger than the first. His sensors picked it up even while he was jetting for a secondary reargate, unable to find the main. Fast as it was, the Battloid had no chance of outrunning the flashflood of utter destruction for long.
And the bad news was that the gate he was headed for was closed.
He let the gate have everything he had left, his only hope being to break through. No room for explosives; he fired pumped-lasers.
Well, Scott: make-it-or-break-it time! he thought, all in an instant, as the valve before him disappeared in a wash of demonfire.
Then he was through, the Battloid thrown into the clear like a marionette fired out of a mortar. But somehow the Robotech colossus held together, straightened itself, and regained flying posture, as the core explosion reached the open air on the mountain behind it. It was as if somebody had opened a floodgate into the heart of a star.
Scott dazedly shook his head, trying to image his mecha along, looking around him wonderingly, and tasting the special sweetness of being alive. Well, what … do … you … know! He went down to join the others.
Down below, Annie, Lunk, and Rook cheered as the mountain shook to its roots. Lancer was silent, but even he nodded approval.
But Marlene only watched dully, hearing the distant wailing of the Regess, and Rand was thinking to himself that somewhere thousands upon thousands of drones had been consumed. When he thought about the horrible things their quickening would have meant for Humans, he couldn’t feel pity.
The stronghold itself began to sink, subsiding into the ground the way the mountains above the Genesis Pit had subsided. Passes everywhere were blocked with the snow shaken down by the fortress’s passing, but at least now the way was open for any who might want to come after; for anyone who had had enough of the south and wanted to try a new life.
Who knows? Annie thought. Maybe there is a Paradise!
Far below the snow line they found a lake that, though cold, was a welcome place of respite. In no time, Annie was in the water, her much-touted bikini covered by a T-shirt. Rook was in, too, in bra and panties, eager to wash off the trail and the deaths and the killing. In no time, Annie had her engaged in a splash-fight. Both of them loved it, even though their lips were turning purple.
Marlene sat on the grassy shore, watching in bewilderment. Maybe if she could figure out this incomprehensible behavior it would help her figure out all the other enigmas that were her life. Thus far, she had simply gone along with the people who had found her, like a spore borne on the wind. But was that what she should be doing, even if it did feel appropriate? Nothing made any sense.
A few yards away, the men sat at ease after setting up camp. Annie had pointedly informed them that it was ladies first in the bath, and they would have to wait their turn.
Rand was shaking his head, saying, “Poor Marlene. All those attacks or whatever they are. And she still hasn’t pulled out of that amnesia. I wish there was something we could do for her.” He was looking in her direction, but it was also easy to shift focus just a little, and watch Rook splashing around in that skimpy outfit, which, drenched in water, was just about transparent. His breathing became a little ragged.
“Don’t push it,” Scott said. “She’s been through some pretty rough times. She’s got problems she’s got to work through; who doesn’t? She’ll open up when she’s ready.”
Lancer was eyeing Scott, thinking about the matter of Marlene’s naming, wondering what things the team leader was working through.
Annie was hollering for Marlene to come in and join the fun. Rook added, “Yeah, c’mon girl. It’ll do you good.”
Cold water immersion therapy? Rand wondered. I could use some right about now.
Then his predicament got even worse. Marlene said, “All right,” to Annie’s invitation, in a hesitant, unsure voice—as if complying came more easily than deciding.
She rose and began shedding clothes as innocently as a child. All four men stared, bug-eyed, but it was Rand who choked out, “Marlene, stop that! Are you trying to give me a cardiac?”
But she was already naked and seemed not to hear, feeling the sun and the wind on her skin, her fine, waist-length red hair stirred by the breeze. It was the slim-but-full, flawless female body Rand remembered so well trying not to stare at.
Framed there against the mountains with the sun gleaming from her, Scott thought Marlene was somehow a higher being. She seemed finer than other Humans—a creature possessed by an unconscious beauty and a natural grace so overwhelming that it caused an ache in your heart just to see it, and left you changed.
Lancer had calmly, almost gently, grabbed Rand by the earlobe to stop his raving. “Don’t you know it’s not polite to stare at a lady? You might make her feel self-conscious.”
And who’d know better than you? Lunk thought, but not unkindly.
“Ow! Okay!” Rand was yelping, trying to squirm out of Lancer’s hold. “I didn’t mean to! I won’t do it again! Uh, but maybe what I need’s a swim—”
Lancer shoved him over in mock disgust. Rook, having watched from the lake, was suddenly scowling.
Gawdamn hick!
They were all to remember the interlude by the lake wistfully, though. Their route soon descended to a sand-blown desert region that didn’t appear on twentieth-century maps. It was a desert more resembling those of North America than anything that had existed in the South before the devastations of the Zentraedi, Robotech Master, and Invid.
The terrain and climate hampered their rate of travel, but the enemy activity was much more of a problem. In the wake of the fortress raid, the Regess had saturation patrols scouring the countryside for them—consisting mainly of immense Shock Troopers now, with Pincers and Scouts in support roles.
They knew the aliens were concentrating a great deal of their resources on the freedom fighters, and Scott began to fear the team had attracted a fatal amount of attention to itself. What none of them could know was that the Regess was also enraged and frustrated that she had lost contact with her Simulagent—Marlene.
There came a time when the team was held up in a cave as a sandstorm raged outside and Shock Troopers paced the desert outside, searching for their trail. Though it should have been broad daylight, the world was a sand-red dusk, and even in the cave that tinted the air and layered everything, making their world monochrome.
Marlene, who had become ill once they had come down onto the desert, was nearly in a coma, shivering in her sleeping bag. In reality, she was suffering a delayed reaction to the impact of the Sensor’s destruction and the PSI emanations’ impact on her.
And their water supply was virtually gone; their main supply, in jerry cans rigged to Lunk’s truck, had been shot up in a brief skirmish when they made their dash from the high country. Morale was so bad that Scott blamed Lunk for it, and Rand in turn jumped all over Scott; the argument almost had them at each other’s throat. It didn’t blow over so much as spread to the others. They were sick of seeing and hearing each other and being crowded into the cave with their mecha, the sand in everything, and the endless howl of the wind.
At last Marlene cried out in her fever-dream and startled everyone. There were some shamefaced apologies, as Rand knelt to squeeze some moisture into her mouth from a rag-twisted bit of cactus flesh. She opened her eyes at the taste of the juice and, despite its sour flavor, smiled up at him gratefully, almost adoringly. Outside, the rumble of Shock Trooper thrusters came over the wind, as the aliens went to search elsewhere.
Rand couldn’t help smiling back, losing himself in those mysterious eyes, even chuckling to himself. But the others weren’t laughing; they accused him—absurdly—of keeping the information about cactus moisture to himself.
He jumped to his feet, fists cocked. “A guy just can’t win around you people, can he? Any Forager knows that trick; I guess I just assumed you weren’t so dumb you’d just die of dehydration when there’re cactus all around out there!”
He started for the cave entrance. “Did you see me holding out? No! I gave what I had to Marlene, or are you all blind?”
“Rand, wait!” Rook spoke to him sharply, and yet there was a note of alarm in it.
“You want cactus? You’ll get it!” She would have gone with him, but his hate-mask expression made it plain that he was in no mood for company. Rook watched him go, then turned to study Marlene, who had fallen back into a fitful sleep.
Even with his goggles on, Rand found himself all but blinded by the storm. He counted his steps and tried to remember the layout of the area. He had barely gotten thirty yards before he fell off the lip of a deep sandpit. He rolled and tumbled down its side, scraping skin and having the wind knocked from him.
Back in the cave, Marlene’s eyes suddenly opened wide, though the others were busy making plans and didn’t notice. The howl of the wind blotted out her one soft cry, “Rand!”
Rand was doing fine until an outcropping of sandstone grazed his head. Then he was seeing stars, and there was no desert, no earth, no nothing around him.
There were in fact cactus and other plants near where his body lay. The Invid Rower of Life took root where it willed, with no predictable pattern or limitation. Rand lay, out cold, in a miniature garden of them, with several of the tripartite Flowers crushed under him.
The sandstorm had stopped, and the beat of great, leathery wings, and the sound of a very special voice crying his name, roused him. He opened his eyes to a night sky, and saw that a dragon was passing overhead. And in its right forepaw, amid gleaming claws like sabers, it held—
“Marlene!” He was on his feet in an instant.
What the flamin’, flyin’—“Stop!”
Then his Cyc materialized next to him and he was off to the rescue. The mechabike took to the air, and suddenly he was in armor, riding across a rectilinear landscape. He sped towards the dragon, only to discover that the dragon had turned to fight.
Rand couldn’t shoot without risking hitting Marlene. The dragon faked him out with a snap of its jaws, making him dart back. He managed to recover as Marlene yelled for him to save her.
His back burners ignited as he climbed back at the dragon for Round Two. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m coming, Marlene!” He bulldogged the dragon, assisted by the powered suit. The monster’s saliva ate at his armor like acid. “Let ’er go, ya oversized iguana!”
Then it did, and she was falling, wailing. Rand went after her like a meteor and caught her, but the dragon was hot on their trail.
But all of a sudden, somehow, it was Rand and Marlene on the Cyc again, no armor, dodging and evading, while the beast blew flamethrower shots at them. Marlene, arms around his waist, cheek pressed to his back, called out, “Rand, listen: maybe this isn’t happening.”
“Huh?”
“Maybe you’re dreaming all this.”
“I like that idea better than being crazy as a restroom rodent!” Still, it was nice to feel her arms around his middle.
The firedrake stayed in their six o’clock position over a Frazetta-scape of crags, peaks, and dire moors. It bird-dogged them through a long cave with a bright light at the other end. Rand wondered if he was supposed to be reliving his birth trauma or something, even though all he felt was scared. It chased them under an impossibly big, bright moon, and Rand wondered if the Cyc’s silhouette resembled a certain oldtime movie production company logo.
Then it was daytime, the desert, and the pursuit was still on. Rand realized that Marlene was giving him the adoring look that said it all, and revised his opinion of the dream.
Next thing, somehow, they were back in the Hive Center, and Marlene had another one of her strange attacks, and Rand, staring at the Sensor, made the connection. “It’s like a telepathic link with all the other Invid,” Rand said slowly, eyeing the Sensor, “but why would you be so strongly affected by it, Marlene?”
No time to wonder; the dragon was back. Rand was on the Cyc and turned around to tell Marlene to get on, and then realized she was naked and unspeakably beautiful, as he had seen her by the lake.