Saturday, June 2, 2012

Dead Rite chapter 111.05


“Makes sense.” Peters slapped the dashboard, starling him. “And the missing lads found out about it with their super computer which prompted the army deploying a quarantine unit to prevent the information leaking.”

White turned the idea over in his mind. “Okay, yes, that fits the hypothesis. And with the new technology is borne new processes and engineering models.”

“The robot. Too good to be true, I thought. But it makes sense. Did you notice there didn't seem to be any joints or pistons? Very clever piece of kit, that. One thing troubles me, though. Why? Why put a kid in a cryogenic chamber in the eighties? Surely they knew he'd come out as a dinosaur?”

“Test subjects. Think of it as a time capsule. How will you know the chamber works if you don't test it? You can try it for a day or two and all's well but if you really want to find out what happens to someone who's been in one for twenty five years, you have to put people in them for twenty five years.”

“But surely they'd remember what happened to them?”

“They probably do, those that volunteered for the duty. That'll be why the army are so keen to stop us finding them of examining them. The dead ones must be the ones that failed. Poor blighters were frozen alive and begin to rot the moment they come out of hibernation. No wonder they look like zombies.”

“Romero made Night of the Living Dead in sixty-eight. Maybe he saw an early test failure.”

“That's unlikely, I think.”

“What about the lad you've got in custody? Why doesn't he spill the beans?”

“A blind test. Volunteers are all very well, but a true experiment has to have control subjects. He didn't know any time had passes at all until someone told him.”

“Brilliant, sir. So what do you expect to find at the hanging site?”

“Expect? Nothing.” White slowed as an army truck passed going the other way. He watched it for a moment in the rear-view mirror. “But I hope to find evidence that the dead man was from the eighties.”

“How, sir? Shoulder pads and a ticket to an Adam and the Ants concert?”

“Don't be facetious, sergeant. I don't know what I'm looking for but I'll know when I find it.”

No comments: