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Submitted by Jack McCallum (View user info) at 2005-11-30 17:12:28 EST
A Pandemic Cross-over Tale
After The Pandemic - Smith: The Enemy of My Enemy
The northwest of the land once called America.
January. A winter storm had been raging for days.
Now there was a lull. A few white flakes drifted downward. The chill air became bitter, biting deep, like cold steel.
Two men trudged through a forest, walking on snowshoes made of rawhide strips and arcs of wood.
Khalid was swaddled in hides and furs. He was monstrous, his size almost doubled by his wrappings.
The hides had been stripped from two infected deer he had killed using only his hands. The fur had come from a grizzly, the massive bear mortally wounded by deer filled with bloodlust. A great predator had become the prey of once meek creatures, thanks to the virus.
Khalid smiled. The twists life took were often strange, but they promised one as long-lived as he was a life full of fascination.
His smile faded as the wind returned, bringing more cursed snow.
Tyler paused to light a hand-rolled cigarette. He had traded bullets for cured and shredded tobacco leaves.
Khalid took in the swirling whiteness that obscured even the greatest pines in deep in this forest.
"Predators will smell that for miles, my friend."
"You sound like Brianna. She hates it when I stink of cigarettes."
Khalid said nothing. He thought of what had happened between Brianna, Tyler, and himself. He was glad that the discomfort between them was a thing of the past, now that Brianna had made her choice.
Tyler carefully stowed his remaining matches in a pocket of his parka.
"This was the land of hunters, once," Tyler said. "The smell of smoke will spook the animals. And the things we are seeking are hidden away and won't know we're around until we're on top of them."
"I hope we find what we seek soon," Khalid said.
Tyler couldn't see the man's face beneath his near-comical cowl of dark fur.
"This cold offends me. I am a Prince of Baghdad."
Tyler chuckled and exhaled great white clouds. "Yeah, well, suck it up, Khalid Ibn as-Saffah. I grew up in this shit. It takes a lot more than a wind chill of minus forty degrees to stop a Canadian in his tracks."
He took a map from his backpack and studied it. The paper snapped in the strengthening wind.
Khalid stamped his feet and tucked his hands under his arms.
"Right..." Tyler said. He only half-heard Khalid's hissing complaints as he looked up and began searching for a particular tree.
"...to choose to live in a land such as this is madness, madness I tell you, and..."
"There," Tyler said, pointing ahead. "That massive pine, hit by lightning. Looks like the letter F. That's where the entrance is."
"Good," Khalid said. Good-good-good. I will go in first and make sure the area is safe. To keep you from harm."
Tyler snorted. "To get warm, you mean."
From under that dark cowl of fur, Tyler knew Khalid was giving him the scowl he had come to know so well.
They found a hump in the earth. Beneath the layers of crusted snow was a steel door set into the ground.
Khalid forced the door open, and went down into the dark.
He was careful not to sigh aloud when warm air wafted across his face.
"Fuck, it is damn cold," Tyler said, once Khalid was out of sight.
*
I can do this, the boy thought, looking through the bars of the cage. I can. I can. He closed his eyes and told himself, it's only meat.
The boy had been in a cage with another like him.
The children he had grown up with, the ones he had seen come and go, had been bred for a purpose unknown. The successful hybrids were allowed to live. The failures, those born deformed or mindless or sickly, were discarded.
The boy had gotten used to seeing others come and go.
He was always being tested. Climb this rope. Run on this treadmill. Work out this equation. Take this injection. Higher, longer, faster, stop struggling!
The boy was still alive, so he must have passed the tests.
Lately there had been an air of fear and impending panic among those who operated the facility. Fear and impending panic was routine among the children. Seeing the adults subdued, white-faced, grim, was almost amusing.
Something was coming.
The schedule of tests was shifted to a faster pace, and the boy saw children disappear faster than before. Some of the technicians and armed guards in the facility were there one day, gone the next.
Things seemed to be falling apart.
A day ago the boy had been taken from the dormitory and the hard bed that was his only personal place and locked in this cage with another boy who was a few years older. The boy called himself Jonesy.
Jonesy had been like the boy... until a few weeks ago. Jonesy had started to change. Jonesy got mean. And strong.
White coats had come to take Jonesy away, and Jonesy had surprised them with a burst of strength. The moment he stepped out of the cage Jonsey had shoved the heavy metal structure into one of the guards, pinning the man against the wall with such force that guts burst from widespread lips. More guards had come, and Jonesy had been taken away.
Now the boy was alone in the room, locked in the heavy cage, staring at the body of the guard crushed between cage and wall.
In the last few hours the boy had heard very faint pops and what might have been screams. The sounds had traveled through the air ducts and sewer pipes that connected every room of this labyrinthine place.
Something was coming. That was why the boy was still alone.
The boy had to act.
"Do it," he said aloud.
The cage was made of steel rods. Empty spaces six inches wide by six inches high mocked him. He could reach through, but he couldn't squeeze through. He could not move the cage an inch.
The boy leaned forward. The guard's lower back was pressed against one of those empty spaces.
The guard had been holding a key.
The boy ripped open the guard's shirt, exposing pale flesh.
The hand holding the key was now pinned against the wall, on the other side of the body held fast by the cage. The hand was pressed into the dead guard's belly.
The hand could not be freed by pulling the arm or trying to move the body.
The boy began to pull at the cool flesh pressed against the cage.
When the flesh parted, the boy began to tear into layers of fat, and muscle.
The boy began to dig.
*
Khalid and Tyler were met by uniformed guards and technicians in white coats. Tyler used his gun. Khalid used his hands. Those who ran this facility died quickly.
They went down halls, stairs, descending into deeper levels.
They found rooms with cages.
Cages holding male munchers, and pregnant leeches.
These the two killed by fire.
There were empty dormitories.
Beds. Children's toys. Cribs.
"Christ, Khalid."
"He was not my prophet of choice, Tyler, but I understand your distress."
They found more.
Freezers filled with glass tubes. Eggs. Sperm. Embryos, some of them twisted little malignancies waiting to be born.
Khalid ripped wires out of the wall and shorted out the cooling units.
A very warm room. Traces of ash on the floor. A large oven.
Crematory.
In a room filled with diagnostic equipment and cages containing dead and dying animals, they found charts, files.
A history of atrocities.
Some of the charts described what could only be a breeding program and the hybrids these technicians were creating in search of the perfect Variant C.
Tyler and Khalid had learned just a few years ago that the Doctor they had encountered in the Empire State Building had set up many laboratories in pursuit of many varied avenues of research.
How to cure the virus in its many forms.
How to strengthen it.
How to change it into a greater variety of strains than those which had developed in the natural course of the Pandemic.
Tyler read a few of the charts.
"They impregnated leeches to bring the hybrid children to term. Pregnant munchers..."
Khalid waited. Tyler had not seen all the depravities the world had to offer, and he still stumbled from time to time when confronted with nightmares made real.
"The moment they felt the baby kick and became aware of another life different from their own, pregnant munchers would tear open their wombs and consume the children. Holy fuck."
More the result of an unholy fuck, Khalid thought, as Tyler read more.
"Jones 3 - T, Jones 4 - V, Jones 5 - T..."
"Smith 21 - T, Smith 22 - T, Smith 23 - V..."
"Terminated... and viable?"
Khalid nodded.
"According to this, there are six viables left."
There was sudden motion in a large cage and Khalid saw a little girl behind the metal bars.
"I want my mommy," the girl said. Her cheeks were wet with tears.
"Oh, jeez..." Tyler said.
Khalid forced open the cage. The little girl smiled, and then lunged. She was a pretty child, with hair that shimmered like sunlight. But the moment he laid hands on her Khalid realized she was more muncher than anything else, rotten inside. He gave her neck a mercifully quick twist and eased her to the floor.
"Lord," Tyler said. "What were they doing here?"
"They were creating monsters," Khalid said.
Tyler sucked air, nodded.
"They cannot be allowed to live," Khalid said.
"F... five left," Tyler said.
They went into a long corridor, and then entered a shadowed room with several exits, hearing small feet pattering, children scattering.
Tyler stepped through a doorway. "I can't see a thing, Kha—"
Khalid was about to bolt when he heard Tyler whisper.
"God forgive me," Tyler said.
Khalid heard shots from the next room. One-two. One-two.
Quiet again, save for the faintest sense of the storm raging on the surface.
Two children came at Khalid from the shadows, silent, determined, hungry.
They were twins. Negroid, beautiful, perverse.
The twins came at Khalid with teeth bared, their faces contorted. They were strong, and very fast, but they were not Khalid.
He grabbed a small skull in each hand and squeezed.
Their screams were the screams of children, and the remnants of Khalid's humanity cried out in horror.
Faces collapsed. The matter of their little minds squirted thickly through his fingers like hummus, spattering the floor and walls.
He dropped them and sighed.
Tyler appeared in the doorway, holding a pistol. He looked devastated. "This is grim work."
"But necessary," Khalid said.
He was suddenly struck with the realization that one day, Tyler would be no more. Khalid had considered offering the gift of immortality to the man more than once, but Tyler was proudly, stubbornly human.
Tyler was older now, wiser, and calmer. A good ruler to those who followed him. He would have made a good king, but the time of kings had passed.
Then again, Khalid thought, the time of kings may be here again.
Life is, after all, a series of circles moving within circles, touching, entwining, revolving.
Khalid had mentioned the idea of a king to Tyler once, long ago, after their adventure in the fallen metropolis of New York.
"King?" Tyler had looked shocked, and horrified. "I'm no king, buddy. I'm just a guy trying to do the best he can."
"Humility," Khalid had replied, "is one of a king's great strengths, and one of the hallmarks of true kings... Leaders, not tyrants. Take for example the first leader of this once-great nation, George—"
"Whatever, pal," Tyler had said, walking away from, or fleeing, such a wondrous and terrible mantle of responsibility.
A mantle this fallible, mortal man now wore without complaint and with an undying devotion to his oh-so-weak fellow humans that touched Khalid's aged and hardened heart.
The day would come Khalid when would spend the rest of his life mourning Tyler, missing his company, proud of the strength of sprit that overcame such frail human flesh and bone again and again.
Proud to have called this most simple man his friend.
"Yeah." Tyler forced a grin, his face white with shock. "Glad you're here with me, old friend. I can't very well wimp out on you now, huh?"
Whim pout? Sometimes Tyler said the strangest things.
Khalid was working over the puzzle of whim pouts when Tyler glanced over his shoulder. "Another one, the last one, just ran down the hall," he said. "Quick little guy."
Khalid moved to the door and stepped into the hall. He paused. Listened. Breathed in the air of the long corridor. The boy was down there.
Metallic sounds filled the hall. Faint squeals and clangs.
Khalid moved fast, effortlessly, silently.
The boy was struggling with a steel grate over a narrow vent in the wall. If he could work the grate free of its moorings, he might slip into that vent.
Khalid smelled fresh air, the tang of blood, and the taint of sewage wafting down the hall. The boy had found a way out.
These variants were dangerous. Khalid had to remind himself yet again they were not malnourished little boys and girls but laboratory specimens that could not be allowed to spread their unique sickness among the surviving humans outside these walls.
Khalid paused and watched the boy struggle with the heavy grate. The boy's hands and arms, and his mouth, were slick and dark with blood. Khalid would had swooped down already, plucking the boy out of this life as an eagle snatches a mouse from a veldt, but he heard something that stopped him and piqued his curiosity.
A sniffle. A muffled sob.
Khalid reached out with the fingers of his mind, tendrils seeking understanding.
This boy was afraid. Filled with hate for the carriers of the Pandemic. He would likely have little love for Khalid, despite the difference between Khalid and the opportunistic beasts created by viral mutations.
This boy was not hungry, neither mindless nor calculating like the others. There was something different about him.
He had tasted blood... but he had not fed.
Khalid scowled. The boy was an enigma.
He was a variant unto himself, and more. There was something in his heart, a spark of greatness, a fighting spirit.
Khalid smiled when he realized what this boy was.
Hope.
The boy was hope.
The grate came free and the boy let it fall onto the floor. The stainless steel was stained with blood.
Khalid could smell it, and even at this distance he could see beads of blood on the polished floor, this blood from the boy's own torn fingers.
The boy flexed his bloody hands and winced, and then squeezed into the vent. He was wearing only the paper-thin shirt and pants of all the variants in this hellish place, and Khalid knew the boy's bare feet might be encountering snow and bitter cold for the first time in his life.
The boy clearly had no idea how bad the weather was, or perhaps he did, and needed to be free at any cost.
Khalid watched the boy disappear, heard little feet slap down into a larger conduit, and turned away. If the boy followed the scent of fresh air, he would reach the surface. Bare feet slapped stainless steel as the boy ran for freedom.
"Do good things," Khalid said.
*
Smith reached the surface by climbing a ladder and pushing a heavy metal plate with his shoulders until he saw a crescent of daylight. The cold was like a slap in the face, and he hesitated before pushing the plate away from the access port and stepping onto cold white powder.
He had discovered this route to freedom some time ago, and had gone back to tell the remaining children who had not been removed by the doctors how to get away. When the doctors took you, sometimes you didn't come back. You didn't come back because you had started to act weird. Smith had seen it happen time and time again.
Even as he told the other children about the escape route, he knew that they were too far gone to understand.
He always hoped that wouldn't happen to him. That he would stay normal. A normal boy.
Smith didn't know what had happened in the last couple of days, but doctors and guards had begun to panic, and security had been tighter than ever. The children were always locked up.
Only now did Smith have a chance to get away.
Half-hidden from the storm was the complex where he had been born.
In the other direction, darkening as the sun set, was a forest, and freedom. He might die tonight, but he would breathe real air and feel the earth, or at least its frigid cloak, beneath his feet.
I'm not Smith 23 anymore, he thought, scooping up snow and washing his hands free of the blood he had worn since making a hole in the guard's lower torso to reach the key to the cage. I'll give myself a name just like other people have. A secret name. I'll—
Smith spun around. He was certain he had heard a little girl's voice call the secret name he had just spoken in his mind. Was he going crazy, or...
There was a snow-covered bin not far away. He hadn't noticed it until he had been facing it. He went to it and raised the lid. There was a heavy tarp inside, spattered with something dark.
The boy Smith tore strips from the tarp and wrapped his feet, pulling the remainder of the tarp around his shoulders.
He shivered, and then set off into the woods, wondering how big the world was, and wondering how much of it he would get to see.
*
By the time Khalid and Tyler returned to the surface, ready to follow their maps to the next laboratory, young Smith's footprints had been erased by wind and snow.
Khalid looked to a row of dark pines and whispered, "Do good things."
"Hey," Tyler said, "Enough daydreaming. We have to keep moving."
"Of course, my Lord." Khalid replied.
Tyler gave the Prince a gentle punch on the arm and Khalid laughed out loud as snow swirled around them.
Genesis...
(by Jack)
ATP - Intro http://www.ubersite.com/m/61238
ATP - Background
-Corrigan http://www.ubersite.com/m/61296
-Variant C http://www.ubersite.com/m/61350
ATP - Smith tales
-Archangels 1 http://www.ubersite.com/m/61513
-Archangels 2 http://www.ubersite.com/m/61755
-Archangels 3 http://www.ubersite.com/m/61985
-Archangels 4 http://www.ubersite.com/m/62289
-Archangels 5 http://www.ubersite.com/m/62570
-Smith in D.C. http://www.ubersite.com/m/64167
-Smith at Sea http://www.ubersite.com/m/64857
-Smith: The End of the World (1) http://www.ubersite.com/m/66658
-Smith: The End of the World (2) http://www.ubersite.com/m/68176
-Smith: The End of the World (3) http://www.ubersite.com/m/69626
-Smith: The End of the World (4) http://www.ubersite.com/m/69714
-Smith: The End of the World (5) http://www.ubersite.com/m/69802
-Smith: The End of the World (6) http://www.ubersite.com/m/71864
-Smith: The End of the World (7) http://www.ubersite.com/m/72036
-Smith: The End of the World (8) http://www.ubersite.com/m/73371
-Smith: The End of the World (9) http://www.ubersite.com/m/73934
-Smith: The End of the World (10) http://www.ubersite.com/m/74386
(By TheCaes)
ATP - The Enemy of My Enemy
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61505 -- Part 1: Brianna
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61614 -- Part 2: Khalid
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63145 -- Part 3: The Meeting
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63504 -- Part 4: The Conversation
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63663 -- Part 5: The Story of Manhattan
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64024 -- Part 6: On the Streets of Jersey
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64325 -- Part 7: Tome
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64611 -- Part 8: Faing
http://www.ubersite.com/m/65301 -- Part 9: The Gathering
http://www.ubersite.com/m/65871 -- Part 10: Men Amongst Giants
http://www.ubersite.com/m/66684 -- Part 11: The Temptress and The Aristocrat
http://www.ubersite.com/m/66752 -- Part 12: Trial by Blood
http://www.ubersite.com/m/67296 -- Part 13: Words and Swords
http://www.ubersite.com/m/67769 -- Part 14: Details and Divinity
http://www.ubersite.com/m/68760 -- Part 15: Into the Breach
http://www.ubersite.com/m/69588 -- Part 16: The Ambassador of New York
http://www.ubersite.com/m/69741 -- Part 17: The Devil in the Details
http://www.ubersite.com/m/70550 -- Part 18: The Joker's Wild
http://www.ubersite.com/m/71764 -- Part 19: The Remnants
http://www.ubersite.com/m/72757 -- Part 20: From Below
http://www.ubersite.com/m/73718 -- Part 21: Rise and Shine
http://www.ubersite.com/m/74077 -- Part 22: Hush Little Baby
http://www.ubersite.com/m/74577 -- Part 23: The Prince and the Aristocrat
http://www.ubersite.com/m/75490 -- Part 24: The Empty State Building
http://www.ubersite.com/m/76214 -- Part 25: Come Out and Play
http://www.ubersite.com/m/76956 -- Part 26: Staring Down the Monster
http://www.ubersite.com/m/77906 -- part 27: Kings and Bullies
http://www.ubersite.com/m/79296 -- Part 28: Reclamation
http://www.ubersite.com/m/80118 -- Part 29: Conclusion
User Reviews
Submitted by iambetteratit (user info) at 2008-06-30 17:25:39 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2008-06-29 17:47:37 EDT (#)
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Submitted by zwerg (user info) at 2007-04-30 13:09:17 EDT (#)
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Loved both series, love seeing them together. Nice job.
Submitted by Bayley (user info) at 2005-12-05 10:06:09 EST (#)
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Yay!! love it love it love it!!!!
Submitted by hcp28 (user info) at 2005-12-03 18:41:47 EST (#)
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Awesome beyond measure. I love this series.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-12-02 15:10:09 EST (#)
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Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2005-12-02 14:18:32 (#)
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The pandemic has begun.
squirrels kill dog in russia: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4489792.stm
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Holy steamed, pressed and starched fuck. Phinch gets a gold star for that find.
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2005-12-02 14:18:32 EST (#)
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The pandemic has begun.
squirrels kill dog in russia: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4489792.stm
Submitted by horse87 (user info) at 2005-12-02 09:10:44 EST (#)
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Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-12-02 00:52:10 EST (#)
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Awesome.
Submitted by mbstateside (user info) at 2005-12-01 11:32:46 EST (#)
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Excellent job Jack both in the prose and all the tie ins.
You know I'd completely forgotten that this all started with Tyler. I may have to go back and re read your oringinal post.
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2005-12-01 09:37:43 EST (#)
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Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2005-12-01 08:58:48 EST (#)
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-11-30 21:56:11 EST (#)
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Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-11-30 20:10:52 (#)
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This was really fun for me to read. Thanks dude.
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Glad you liked it.
YOU tell ME how Khalid lost his sword. He didn't have the thing last time I saw him.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-11-30 20:11:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
agggh, I missed part 26??
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-11-30 20:11:24 EST (#)
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Though, I was surprised that Khalid didn't have some kind of sword with him. Hmmm.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-11-30 20:10:52 EST (#)
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Ha ha ha ha! I love how surly you made Khalid!
Heh heh heh. I really enjoyed this, Jack. It's...gratifying to see someone else write about characters you've created. And this is a very nice tie-in from your series, to mine, which of course came out from your series in the first place. I think we have weaved a tangled web of awesome. Oh, I liked the mention of Brianna there, too.
This was really fun for me to read. Thanks dude.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-11-30 20:10:05 EST (#)
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ok, I read it.
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-11-30 20:09:53 EST (#)
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Very cool. I was beginning to wonder when this cross over was going to happen.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2005-11-30 19:45:48 EST (#)
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Typical McCallum. You and Caesar should pack this up, find a really good
text editor person, and publish the whole thing as a series.
You could be somebody, you could be a contenda. . .
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2005-11-30 19:38:12 EST (#)
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sucky, as always.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-11-30 19:17:46 EST (#)
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OH MY GOD
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-11-30 19:13:56 EST (#)
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excellent as usual
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-11-30 18:35:36 EST (#)
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the timeline is not at all how i would have expected it...i fantasized about Smith and Tyler and Khalid fighting together.
but nonetheless, fucking amazing. you're one hell of a writer, kid.
don't stop. don't ever stop.
Submitted by runswithscissors (user info) at 2005-11-30 18:29:39 EST (#)
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Fucking brilliant....................my god, you two have such amazing talent..........
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-11-30 18:27:07 EST (#)
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For those who are interested... A rough Pandemic Timeline and notes.
Variant - 6 months after pandemic. First mention of variants.
Pandemic Intro (with Tyler) - approx 2 years after pandemic.
TheCaes series - approx 2-5 years AP.
Pandemic Crossover - 10-15 years AP. Smith the boy is probably around ten at this time. Trina's first calls for help, initially confusing, are coming from a girl who is either in the womb, or not yet born. Or is it Trina's mother calling for help. Hmmm...
Corrigan - 25 years or more AP. Leeches are building things up, so assume that there was a major war or series of battles that took down whole cities. Which is what TheCaes mentions is lying ahead at the conclusion of his series. Another nice tie-in.
Archangels - 50 years AP. Introduction of adult Smith. Tyler is a senior citizen by this time.
End of the World - 51 years AP. Could Tyler's children and grandchildren be part of the alliance that sets off leech-killing mini-nukes over nearly 50 cities across Europe and North America? Hmmm...
EoTW Conclusion - 60 years AP. The war is not over, destruction has not been guaranteed. The leeches came back and rebuilt once. They could do it again. Smith's variant status means he ages slower than normal humans. No telling how long he'll be around. Hopefully long enough to convince his children's children that if they ever decide to head north and explore the world, they better watch their backs...
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-11-30 17:59:49 EST (#)
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This was really done for TheCaes. Hope he enjoys it.
He mentioned that he wanted to have a triangle between Bri, Ty and Khalid. I make a vague refrence to it here and intentionally do not mention the outcome. He may yet write that story.
Obviously, unless T kills off Khalid, the Prince will live on. Maybe he and Smith will meet again.
Tyler won't live forever, but his ending is for TheCaes to tell, not me.
Also, what a great tie in. I wrote in the first Smith stories that my guy was born and bred in a lab somewhere in the northwest. When I read T's story about the Doctor and his experiments, a light went off. This is the result.
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2005-11-30 17:51:41 EST (#)
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Yup, that's the good stuff.
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2005-11-30 17:34:00 EST (#)
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first rate
Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2005-11-30 17:33:42 EST (#)
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awesome.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-11-30 17:30:31 EST (#)
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Oh damn, you motherfucker....
NEVER WILL I WORK AGAIN!!!!
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-11-30 17:20:50 EST (#)
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So I lose 75% of this thing this morning thanks to Bill fucking Gates and his shithole PC software, rewrite like a bastard, edit, rewrite, edit again...
And still find typos.
It's a curse, that's what it is.
Submitted by wardy (user info) at 2005-11-30 17:18:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
no way am i ever going to read all that. i will, however, throw this here rock all the way across the state of wisconsin into the mississippi river.
that's how strong i am.