Complete Atopia Chronicles

“Cynthia!” I exclaimed. “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, I know. I haven’t seen you since, well, since Nancy’s 13 birthday party…” she trailed off, looking embarrassed.

I let the uncomfortable silence settle for a moment. I liked the way it made her look vulnerable.

“Hey, we were kids,” I said finally, letting her off the hook. “I was a bit of an awkward kid. You, you were…”

“I was awful.”

“I was going to say beautiful. Come on, you weren’t awful. It was a weird situation.”

“I was. Jimmy, I didn’t get a chance to ever apologize for that. I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, it helped focus me at the time, and look where that got me,” I said, sweeping my arm towards all the important looking dignitaries. “I should be thanking you.”

“No, I don’t think you should be thanking me.”

She shook her head, looking down, but then looking back up at me.

“Just look at you now, Mr. Jimmy Jones,” she laughed, looking back up and admiring me in full. “You sure have changed.”

“Oh,” I said, “you have no idea.” She really did have no idea.

We stared at each other, tingling in the electricity of what may come next.

“So, you call that an apology?” I asked, drawing her in. “That just now?”

“Yes,” she laughed, “yes, it was, Jimmy.”

“I think maybe I need a longer apology—over dinner.”

She smiled. “That sounds like a great idea. When?”

“No time like the present,” I replied with a wink. Things were done here.

She leaned into me to give me a kiss.

“Sounds perfect.”

Something inside me growled, and I took her hand, leading her towards the exit.

8

Identity: Patricia Killiam

“ARE YOU SURE?”

Atopia wasn’t just about perfecting synthetic reality. Technologies we’d developed here also enabled us to lead the cutting edge in many other fields. As senior researcher, my own pet project was the deep neutrino array.

We’d seeded the Pacific Ocean basin with a carpet of modified smarticles to act as a vast sensor mote network of photoreceptors, searching out the blackness of the depths for flashes of Cherenkov radiation that signaled the passing of neutrinos—the Pacific Ocean Neutrino Detector. The POND was our part of the quest to verify predictions of neutrinos from parallel universes passing through our own.

“Well, the signal is there.”

“Don’t release any results yet. Run all the tests again and see if the result stays,” I said slowly. “Not a word to anyone, you understand?”

Neutrinos were maddeningly difficult to work with. Even with a planetary-scale telescope like the POND, it wouldn’t have been the first time an experiment with them had gone wrong.

My researcher nodded earnestly, keeping her eyes on me. In all cases, I’d better keep an agent watching her. The slightest leak to the press, of something of this magnitude, would be sure to destabilize the timelines we were trying to follow.

“Are you sure this isn’t coming from a terrestrial source?”

“We’re sure Dr. Killiam.”

“Just don’t tell anyone,” I repeated. “Keep this absolutely secret to us three.”

“Not even Kesselring?”

“Especially not Kesselring.”

How could it be possible that this was happening now?

I sighed and nodded, about to let my primary subjective leave this space, when the researcher grabbed my arm.

“One more thing,” she said nervously.

“Yes?”

I waited, watching fear creep into her eyes.

“We applied the full battery of translation and communication memes to the signal to see if we could decipher anything…”

“And?”

“Well, we can’t extract anything really clear.”

“Out with it,” I encouraged gently.

“Well, it seems to be some kind of a warning…”

§

I was sitting in on another of the interminable Board meetings, but at least I had something I wanted to accomplish at this one.

We were in the Solomon House conference room for a working session on marketing materials for the pssi launch, this one focusing on stress. One of the items I’d managed to get on the agenda was pushing Infinixx forward on the release schedule, so Nancy was there with me to help make the case.

Jimmy was there as well, now a part of the Security Council, sitting beside Nancy.

We were about to start watching the advertising video, but so far all we’d been doing was listening to a monologue by Dr. Hal Granger about his happiness index and how it was the core measurement around which the whole pssi program was based.

The Chinese representatives were dialed in today, as they had some special concerns about how we would be positioning ourselves. They were politely nodding as they listened to Hal, but he was getting on my nerves, again.

Synthetic reality wasn’t the only thing pssi was useful for. Flooding neural systems with smarticles had made it possible to actively regulate ion flow along axons, helping us stop and even rehabilitate neurological diseases such as Parkinson’s. Alzheimer’s had been a big win for us nearly twenty years ago, and was now a disease of the past, at least for those with money.