Rope’s End

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“Open this blasted gate right now!”  The woman’s shout to the guard startled IMP17 more than it should have.  “Zeke!”

One reason she’d caught him off guard was because his conversation with the bearded man visiting this makeshift cell was essentially intense.  Earlier today he’d interrogated IMP17 and then had him thrown into this refuse pit.  The garbage was recent and shoved back into one corner, leaving enough room for IMP17 to remain kneeling, arms bound and ankles shackled, on the rough rock floor.

The man whom he’d just learned was Zeke stood against the wall near the gate while aiming a blaster at IMP17’s face.  At least Zeke had done him the favor of removing the canvas bag that had been slapped over his head when the soldiers hauled him to this prison.

The guard who’d been standing at the gate and aiming a blaster at IMP17 lowered his weapon to allow the woman in.  That was another reason he’d been caught by surprise.  The Rabble were notorious for keeping their females away from the fighting front, and only a kilometer away a battle raged …  the second engagement that day.

Zeke’s demeanor grew edgier.  “You shouldn’t be here!”

“Quint sent me!”  She hesitated just inside the gate and glanced back and forth between the two of them with a fiery gaze.  Her clothes were bloodstained.

Imp17 was distracted for a few seconds.  Throughout his life he saw conspicuous women only occasionally.  The Elite, who altered themselves to the image and function they desired, tended to go for an androgynous look.  It underscored their equality with each other and the inferiority of the unimproved Rabble.

He noted the streaks of gray in her upswept, brown hair.  So that explained it.  She was beyond child-bearing age, which probably made her more expendable than the wenches who could still gestate.

Despite her years she was strong in form and features, and IMP17 could have felt a primordial shift about her if he wasn’t discussing more pressing matters.  He redirected his attention to Zeke, noticing the gray in his beard seemed to match that in the woman’s hair.

“Quint?”  Zeke’s frown deepened.

“It’s a bucket of mayhem out there.”  Her fists clenched.  “The wounded and the dead are rolling in faster than we can treat them.  Quint’s decided it’s either death by cyborg…”  Her gaze locked on IMP17.  “…or take a chance on the IMP.”

“It’s like I said.”  IMP17 continued to speak calmly even though his heart started pounding.  “You have to kill them twice.”

Her eyes flashed.  “What?

“He was explaining that when you came here.”

IMP17 nodded.  “Part of their biotechnology includes a Central Control Module, which is an AI application located in one of five areas.  If on a twenty-percent chance you neutralize the CCM, the biological unit remains functional.  If you kill the organism, the CCM takes over and the soldier will continue fighting.”

“Abomination!” she rumbled.

Zeke sounded more astonished.  “You mean the zombie apocalypse is for real?”

“It virtually doubles the troops, so it’s efficient.”  His breath quickened.  The event that could seal his fate with these people was about to descend.

If the cyborgs defeated the Rabble, they would either kill IMP17 immediately or capture him to bring in for execution.  Earlier today he became a traitor to the Elite by striking against the cyborg troops under his command.  He was the reason this second wave of attack was necessary.

The Rabble mistrusted him … and for good reason.  But allowing him to fight on their behalf would get him a step closer to gaining their confidence.  There was still no guarantee he would live, but this was the only option that gave him that chance.

Zeke stared at him.  “You can kill these cyborgs like you did the others?”

“Each has a tell the technicians use to identify upon sight the location of the CCM.  I recognize them.”  He returned the man’s gaze.  “If you release me, I can dispatch them more quickly than any of your people.”

“Quint said to turn him loose.”  The woman shook her head.  “Even though it’s a risk, the IMP is our only chance.”

And the Rabble were his only chance.  Even before today, if the Elite had discovered he’d come to conclusions that contradicted their ideology, they would execute him.

“I never thought I’d live to see the day,” Zeke muttered as he strode the short distance to IMP17 and began unshackling him.  “I just hope this deuce doesn’t make me die the same day.”

“Yeah.”  The woman’s glare hinted how she didn’t like the information she brought any more than Zeke did.  “Even if he wins, we’ve still got a super soldier on our hands.”

He kept his gaze steady with hers as Zeke loosened the bonds around his arms.  “Determining CCM location and being genetically enhanced only gives me the prospect of defeating these cyborgs.  I’ve lost the element of surprise.  These troops are prepared to exterminate me, and my welfare is as much in your hands as yours is in mine.”

Her attention shifted to Zeke.  “Is it always this mouthy?”

“Pretty much.”

Upon those words he was freed, and IMP17 sprang to his feet as he swung his hand, palm up, to Zeke.

“Blaster.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Zeke muttered as he placed the weapon into IMP17’s hand, and then shouted to the guard, “Open the gate!”

The woman’s hand moved to her hip, probably to draw some small pistol if IMP17 acted in any unsuitable manner.  He strode out the gate, past the guard that gaped at him, and toward the clamor of battle.  Zeke and the woman followed.

At least if he died here, it would be in combat, and that was preferable to being executed and cremated simultaneously by the Elite.  It was the most efficient way to dispose of anomalous people, but on the battlefield he had more chance for survival.

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So here is this month’s contribution to #BlogBattle, and the word this round was Bucket.  Be sure to check out the other participating stories and see how creative others could get with a word that appears so mundane at first glance….

This is part Four of my ongoing serialization.  If you want to catch up, you can find parts One, Two and Three at these links.  Hope you’re having a bright beginning to the year!

13 thoughts on “Rope’s End

  1. Now this one Abe is surely not a solo short story. It reeks of world build in my humble opinion. Wars, treachery, self survival and sci-fi all masticating together wanting the story to expand both backwards and forwards. Possibly a trilogy featuring the IMP moving from Elite, to now, to after. One thing I love about BB is the diversity of spin on the prompt words. That, along with community spirit and support with a good hint of seeing writers improve their craft over time.

    Apologies for a bit of an absentia recently too… NaNo seems to impact sanity for a while. I’d quite forgotten that bit!

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    • This one’s ending is a bit more up-in-the-air than the others, but rest assured there’s plenty more to come! I’ve noticed BB submissions in general have been a little sparse the last couple of months, but holidays will do that. This month I’ve noticed they seem to be coming in pretty quick and thick. Looking forward to a year of fruitful writing for everybody!

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      • Excellent Abe, more to come sounds like you’ve cogitated on this already!

        I think it’s no coincidence entries were sparse. I know a fair few hit a NaNo and time there is very unforgiving. There’s also post intensity hangover and then, like you said, the festive season drops in. Hopefully things will get back on track now and we can get even more writers writing!

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      • I’m already seeing some people return this month who were out of action on BB lately. Good to see them back and we should get some new writers on board over the course of the year!

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  2. Awesome! I knew they’d have no choice but to free IMP17 at some point — it’s a gamble, but they’re pushed into a corner. I can’t wait to read about IMP17 in combat! I loved the back and forth between the three — it’s tense, but has a great underscoring of humour. “Is he always this mouthy?” “Pretty much.” Brilliant. Some really cool worldbuilding, too. The idea of the childbearing women being kept from the frontline, the fact that you have to kill the enemy twice (I loved this thought — quite horror-themed!)… Quite a tense ending to the story, too, with the troops being sent to exterminate — really looking forward to the next installment!

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