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PART SIX<br />
EvoPeak<br />
It was the end of the road.<br />
In fact no, it was more than the end of the road: the road had long ago been abandoned in favour of<br />
the ditch, the dugout, the rugged woodland turn-off. Now it was just The End. There was simply nowhere<br />
else to go.<br />
1 st January 2013.<br />
Haxian watched a fracture line snake its way across the corridor and imagined thousands more carving<br />
up the underwater base. Some of the outlying passages had already collapsed, unstitched by an ocean floor<br />
that was all too eagerly pulling itself apart. So much for precautions: things were beginning to fall apart.<br />
He was far too loyal (and afraid) to take his leader to task over the danger they found themselves in.<br />
Nerves getting the better of him, he’d reported the latest planet-quake in a neutral tone and pointed out<br />
that they should really start thinking about evacuating the base before, you know, it imploded. Xenon had<br />
dragged him here, to the vault.<br />
He’d never been inside the vault before. General Rodern had once said that everyone involved in<br />
building the supercomputer inside had been put to death upon completing their mammoth task (except Q-<br />
42, who was rumoured to have been trapped inside); he knew that to be a lie. Nevertheless, only Xenon<br />
enjoyed access now. The Quintesson protoforms inside were upgraded collectively, via remote surgery –<br />
alterations to the central template were carried out by microsurgical repair mechanisms inside the<br />
incubation tubes.<br />
Xenon opened the vault door.<br />
‘I am showing you the Cargo because I trust you, Haxian, and because it is you who must become<br />
Majestrix should I die. As my successor, you deserve to know the full scope of my masterplan.’<br />
‘Thank you, sir. I am honoured to be chosen.’ It sounded hollow and trite, but what else could he<br />
say He had no wish to lead; he was content to be left alone, hunched over a lamp-lit desk, designing<br />
bodyshells. He walked into the vault and was scandalised by its size. It was supposed to be a city-sized<br />
chamber feeding deep into the planet’s crust, but this was nothing more than a walkway. He touched the<br />
ceiling and realised his mistake: this wasn’t the hybridised osmium putty that was used to build the rest of<br />
the base, this was smooth computer casing. This wasn’t a simple corridor: this was a borehole into the<br />
supercomputer. By touching the ceiling, he was touching God.<br />
Haxian had seen the blueprints for God (Or G.O.D., as it was known originally: Genetics and<br />
Ontological Deconstruction), but had never dreamt of standing inside the finished product. The project was<br />
so classified that only the Majestrix was trusted with the full range of information, and the Quintesson<br />
academia, small though it was, still argued amongst themselves as to the macroprocessor’s purpose.<br />
‘It’s beautiful,’ Haxian said, imagining neuro-currents and deep-thought programs coursing through<br />
the spiralling, fine-wired circuitry.<br />
‘Three years to build, Haxian, twenty million to design. God was built with only purpose in mind:<br />
decode the Prime Program. In a few moments the assimilation will be over, and the Matrix will at last be<br />
broken down into the primal algorithm, into the Lifecode itself. A perfect equation that can breathe<br />
sentience into dead metal.’