Rats, Bats and Vats
by Dave Freer and Eric Flint
Rats, Bats and Vats
by Dave Freer and Eric Flint
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
Acknowledgments
by Dave Freer
This book owes a great deal to the advice of several people: Conrad Chu, for his tolerant explanations of technical aspects, our fellow author John Ringo for his input on military matters, and Aubrey Rautenbach for his patient advice on tractors and cropsprayers. I must also thank my longsuffering biologist/scientist peers, Drs. Ware, Wolber, Baker, Collins and Hawkes, for their help in solving the biological conundrums involved in building alien biosystems. Any errors are ours, not theirs. In addition to this, many of the great crowd at Baen’s Bar (http://www.baen.com) helped with suggestions and snippets of information.
Two other people need especial thanks: my wife Barbara, and Kathy Holton, my proofreader. Between the two of them they turn my English into something readable, before I turn my pages over to Eric. Barbs also exercises enormous restraint and tolerance with a husband who lives in an alien world half the time.
Finally, I’d like to thank my friend and writing mentor, Eric (the Bear) Flint. Countless e-mail discussions, the chapters being passed to-and-fro, and not a few international calls, made this book—and also made it great fun to write. The constant sparking off each other produced a book I could never have written alone.
Dave Freer
Eshowe
KwaZulu-Natal
South Africa
November 11, 1999
Dramatis Personae
Hominidae
Chip, A Vat-grown conscript. A thing of rags and tatters.
Ginny, A damsel of high degree; and a secret.
Fitzhugh, The very model of a modern major.
Rattae
Fal, Great of appetite. Small of martial rigor.
Doll, A rattess of negotiable virtue.
Phylla, A rattess. Though cattish of tongue.
Melene, A rat-damsel of acumen, and a very attractive tail.
Pistol, A rat-at-arms. One-eyed.
Nym, A giant among rats; and mechanically bent.
“Doc,” A ratly philosopher and medic.
Ariel, A rattess of fell repute. Fond of model majors.
Battae
Bronstein, She-bat who must be obeyed.
Siobhan, A fussy mother-bat.
O’Niel, A plump bat; but a true soul.
Behan, A loyal batty.
Eamon, A large and dangerous bat. And disgruntled.
Et Alia
Prof, Tutor to Ginny; remarkably like a sea urchin.
Fluff, A galago, confused with Don Quixote.
And a supporting cast of: one Jampad, various stalwarts, innumerable fools, and several million villainous Magh’.
Prologue:
A successful experiment.
The Expediter listened in silence. With difficulty, it managed to remain motionless. The Expediter was in the middle of its sex-interphase and the hormonal changes always made it irritable. That irritability interfered with its logical thought processes. The Expediter did not want to act out of simple aggravation.
Should it continue to prevaricate?
Lying was possible, of course, especially to such as these. Primitive creatures, really, the female as much as the male. But the Expediter thought that it would still be very difficult. Any explanation as to why the starship had left so hastily would seem contrived—even to the two stupid beings who were bombarding the Expediter with their clamor.
The Expediter pondered the matter for some time before coming to its conclusion.
No. Further prevarication would hardly be worth the effort. Besides, the Expediter thought that it was time to discover how well the protease haemato-toxin affected this species.
The dart-spines targeted, ocelli orientating them to center on the soft, bulging midriff-masses. The two beings in the room made no attempt to escape. They simply continued their babble. Apparently, they did not recognize the purpose of the spines. An interesting datum.
Razor-tipped, barbed harpoon-darts streaked out, each trailing their protoplasm hose. The skewering force of the darts cut into the gold head-filamented female in mid-shrill. Her bleat became a scream as the Expediter’s internal myomeres pumped the massive dose of digestive-toxin into the soft-bodies.
The creatures threshed. The Expediter studied the ensuing process with interest.
Cell-lysis caused the circulatory fluids to pour out of the eating and scent-detection orifices. The soft, pallid epidermis ulcerated and erupted, spraying liquefied flesh. The bipedal beings were now twisting and writhing in bizarre contortions.