He held out his hand in a gesture of supplication.
“Do I have any choice?” Doc asked.
“Only the choice of making it difficult or easy.”
Would Ryan lead his friends back to rescue him? Were they even still alive? Doc
had every confidence in their ability to survive, but not so much in their
ability to reach him. Indeed, as there was no time as such inside the rat king,
he had no idea how long he had been inside the brain of Moebius, and how long
the brain of Moebius had been inside him.
“I acquiesce,” Doc said quietly. “I will join with you, if not willingly then
with no resistance. I fail to see what else I can do.”
He moved toward the outstretched hand, and as his fingers touched those of the
Air Force general, he felt a charge shoot through his whole body…or his psyche,
represented as his body.
The universe became a blur of color, too fast for him to assimilate detail.
Inside his head ideas and images whirled too quickly for him to grab hold of
them. It seemed that everything was passing him by, and he was marooned in a sea
of thought.
The blur stopped. A whirling kaleidoscope of color was fixed and fused in front
of him, frozen in a moment of time. It stayed for what could have been a
fraction of a second, what could have been a month or a year, beautiful and
solid. Then it melted, slowly dissolving to reveal a whiteness born of a
brilliant light. A light that gradually decreased in intensity, that gradually
dimmed until Doc was able to make out details.
The first thing being that instead of facing the group of men who comprised the
rat king, he was now one of them. He stood in the middle of the group and could
feel his links to them in this physical representation. It was as though they
blurred into one, visually, from the waist down.
More disturbing was the fact that he could feel them inside his head. He had
memories and thoughts bubbling to the surface that weren’t his own; a kitchen in
Washington, arguing with a beautiful woman who was about to throw a juicer at
him, crying and asking why he had to volunteer for a mission that would take him
away again; a childhood that wasn’t his own, riding a bike through suburban
streets, disco music blaring from a radio hanging off the handlebars, people
washing cars and trimming lawns shouting greetings to him; a fight in a bar,
himself and two other grunts holding a long haired and bearded man over a pool
table, taking turns to smash a pool ball into his face, his mouth a bloody mess
of broken teeth and pulpy flesh.
DOC RECOGNIZED the area. It was Washington, D.C., and he rounded the corner with
the rest of the rat king, adopting the shuffling walk that kept them all
together. They were on Pennsylvania Avenue, heading for the White House.
The air was still, almost static and charged with lack of motion. Doc listened,
but there were no birds singing. A creeping horror made him feel nausea rise
from the pit of his stomach. Still he kept moving with the others.
They turned into the driveway that led up the immaculately manicured grounds to
the White House. There was no sign of guards. The immaculately trimmed lawns
were dead and brown, scorched beyond redemption. Looking up, Doc could see that
there were no windows left in the White House. Glass and frames were all gone:
the building was nothing more than a shell, a faint black-and-brown patina
covering the surface of the stone.
Without having to ask, Doc knew that they were examining the damage caused by an
initial nuke hit. He knew without question that the shadows scorched into the
ground were all that remained of the sec men who had guarded the White House, a
futile gesture in the face of such destruction.
“As expected. An initial target. Compute follow-up damage from a series of hits
at such strategic points. There will be some disturbance of the land—”
“Some?” Doc interrupted. “Half of the continent is unrecognizable out there. The
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