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Conversion, by Shaun Farrell Pg.<br />
They didn’t stand a chance.<br />
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Besides storing food and supplies for the 300<br />
colonists, which only accounted for a few, relatively<br />
small rooms, the underground structure<br />
processed the water gathered from Columbus’<br />
moon. Columbus itself was practically desert.<br />
The snowy poles could provide them water, but<br />
the snow was so full of toxins that the energy to<br />
purify it outweighed the expenditure needed to<br />
travel to the moon and back.<br />
Ice mining in a vacuum was dangerous, but<br />
Dixon didn’t mind. This was freedom, even if<br />
the elements threatened to kill you at any given<br />
moment. He had been here for two years, and<br />
while he couldn’t say he had made any true<br />
friends, he had found peace.<br />
Until now.<br />
He finished packing the duffle bags with food<br />
stuffs. Tempted to take the food and hide on his<br />
own just to spite Captain America for ordering<br />
him around, Dixon grumbled as he rejoined the<br />
group. This food would keep them full for at least<br />
two months. With luck, NET wouldn’t be able<br />
to locate them deep within the warehouse. NET<br />
would wait around for awhile, but after sixty days<br />
of silence they’d classify Columbus as neutralized<br />
and move on, leaving the desert world to burn in<br />
its sun forever.<br />
At least that’s what they hoped. He knew<br />
better. NET was relentless. Tuck knew better, as<br />
well, or he wouldn’t waste his time setting traps.<br />
While Dixon cleaned out the food closet, Tuck,<br />
Gen and Flapper had vandalized everything in<br />
sight. All the spacecraft were gone, and while<br />
other colonists had fled for the dunes and caves,<br />
Tuck wanted to give the appearance that all of<br />
them had escaped. But not before wrecking the<br />
place. It was consistent with human behavior, Tuck<br />
had said. When humans couldn’t have something,<br />
they would rather destroy it than allow enemies<br />
to utilize that resource.<br />
Whatever. Dixon thought the Commando<br />
Extraordinaire just wanted to shoot something.<br />
“Did you get the food?” Gen asked.<br />
“What do you think?” Dixon replied, dropping<br />
the bags on the floor.<br />
“Pick those up,” Tuck ordered. “We’re done<br />
here. Time to get deeper underground.”<br />
A thud echoed from above. They all looked at<br />
the ceiling, hearts racing. Tuck cocked one of his<br />
L-20s, aimed it upward.<br />
Silence.<br />
“They couldn’t have landed already, could<br />
they?” Lynda asked. Chloe, for the moment, had<br />
fallen asleep in her arms. The little girl’s fingers<br />
gripped a lock of Lynda’s hair.<br />
“Impossible,” Gen muttered. He pulled his<br />
computer from his pocket and switched on the<br />
screen. Accessing the facility’s security systems,<br />
he brought up a view from the roof cameras.<br />
A metallic cylinder walked across the roof on<br />
matching, polymer legs. It seemed to glide, its<br />
round body swiveling from side to side. Gen recognized<br />
it, though the design had changed drastically<br />
over the last few years. It looked alive. And<br />
it looked hungry.<br />
“It’s a transponder,” Gen said. “They’re going<br />
to infect our system with nans.”<br />
“Can’t they do that from space?” Lynda asked.<br />
“I made sure the firewall was up,” Gen said. “I<br />
didn’t realize they could land these things on a<br />
planet now. We only have a minute or two before<br />
all the computers are out of our control.”<br />
“Oh, well that’s just—” Dixon began.<br />
<strong>Ray</strong> <strong>Gun</strong> <strong>Revival</strong> magazine <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>13</strong>, January 01, 2007