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“Ethane Horizons” by Joel Kreissman
In the far future, genetically modified animal-people have colonized the stars but greed and conflict have followed them.
Today’s story is “Ethane Horizons” by Joel Kreissman, who writes science-fiction with half-accurate biology. Author of The Pride of Parahumans by Bound Tales, and you can find more of their stories on SoFurry or FurAffinity or their Wordpress blog at paraimperium.wordpress.com.
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You’re listening to The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf,
Speaker:your fellow traveler,
Speaker:and Today’s story is “Ethane Horizons”
Speaker:by Joel Kreissman, who writes science-fiction
Speaker:with half-accurate biology.
Speaker:Author of The Pride of Parahumans by Bound Tales,
Speaker:and you can find more of their stories on SoFurry or FurAffinity
Speaker:or their Wordpress blog
Speaker:at paraimperium.wordpress.com.
Speaker:Please enjoy “Ethane Horizons” by Joel Kreissman Jerald shivered as he climbed into the cabin of his rig.
Speaker:He regretted, once again, that he’d chosen lynx biomods
Speaker:instead of snow leopard with its heavier fur
Speaker:when the Company had offered them upon his emigrating to Surtur.
Speaker:He’d had the impression that hydrocarbon mining would
Speaker:somehow be warmer, but no,
Speaker:the executives weren’t wasting any of the valuable gases
Speaker:on heating up their workers,
Speaker:while they stayed in their well-insulated bunker offices.
Speaker:He let out a misty sigh and slammed the door behind him before slotting the starter chip
Speaker:into the dashboard.
Speaker:The mining rig began the laborious process of starting up,
Speaker:giving Jerald time to wonder who had driven this rig before.
Speaker:The colossal walkers largely ran themselves, but he hadn’t used this particular rig before,
Speaker:to his trained eye it was subtly different from the others.
Speaker:Usually the Company put a driver on a single rig until
Speaker:either the driver or the rig was taken out of service, however that
Speaker:might happen. His normal rig had gone in for maintenance the day before, and this one had been available.
Speaker:He wondered to himself if its last driver was still with the Company,
Speaker:or if they’d found some way out of the Company’s leonine contracts?
Speaker:Almost automatically he reached for the throttle
Speaker:and set the rig in motion.
Speaker:Six legs lifted and set themselves back down in alternating pairs as Jerald steered slowly out of the refinery yard.
Speaker:The radio crackled.
Speaker:“Rig 23 be advised,
Speaker:there’s been reports of raider activity in your sector recently.”
Speaker:Jerald paused before transmitting his acknowledgment.
Speaker:Was that what had happened to the rig’s prior driver?
Speaker:He quickly checked the rig’s rudimentary weapons systems as he responded.
Speaker:“Warning received,
Speaker:any advice?” “Shut off your radio as soon as you’re clear of the refinery.
Speaker:They can hack you while it’s on.”
Speaker:The dispatcher replied.
Speaker:“And don’t be shy about shooting back.”
Speaker:The lynx driver grimaced.
Speaker:“Roger that.” It took ten minutes just to leave the yard.
Speaker:Jerald kept the radio on for half an hour as he trudged away from base, shivering in his parka.
Speaker:By the time he remembered to switch it off the drive system’s waste heat had finally started to bleed into the cabin.
Speaker:He glanced at the autopilot’s map,
Speaker:four hours to the drill site.
Speaker:He strongly considered taking a nap as the endless white fields
Speaker:stretched before him,
Speaker:hypnotically tempting him to close his eyes for
Speaker:just a moment… Jerald blinked awake as the rig jolted to a stop and the autopilot announced “you have arrived”. He looked out the window towards a field of ice that looked no different from the frozen plains behind him.
Speaker:However the sonographic readouts
Speaker:showed him the presence of a large lake of liquid
Speaker:underneath, almost certainly the blend of methane and ethane that the Company paid him to harvest.
Speaker:He swiveled in his chair for the “interesting” part of his job and started up the drill controls.
Speaker:But almost as soon as the screens started up he was inundated with red warnings about ice coating the drill arm,
Speaker:with a groan of predictable annoyance, he sealed his parka as best the cheap garment could manage
Speaker:against the biting wind
Speaker:and swung the door open.
Speaker:Quickly slamming the door shut behind him dislodged a few ice chunks from the window set in the door.
Speaker:Jerald turned towards the gantry that led to the drill arm
Speaker:and glanced down towards the snow covered metal floor.
Speaker:Cautiously he swept away a patch of snow with a booted foot
Speaker:to confirm that it was, indeed,
Speaker:hiding a trail of treacherous ice.
Speaker:The lynx lifted his wide boot to knee height above the gantry,
Speaker:and brought it down with as much force
Speaker:as he could muster,
Speaker:bringing a satisfying crack as the blunt spikes drove into the ice.
Speaker:Even with cleats
Speaker:stomping across the frozen gantry was painfully slow,
Speaker:Jerald was starting to feel as frozen as the steel by the time he reached the drill arm,
Speaker:folded up against the rig’s massive gas tank.
Speaker:The lynx looked at the icicles hanging from the arm’s joints,
Speaker:glanced down at the small plastic scraper the Company had issued him,
Speaker:and groaned. He cursed the Company mechanics who had let this rig lie
Speaker:idle so long without making
Speaker:any effort to curb the ice buildup
Speaker:as he whacked repeatedly at the nearest icicle.
Speaker:Jerald was working on a particularly pernicious chunk of decimeter-thick ice when he happened to glance up and spot at least
Speaker:half a dozen specks of light
Speaker:in the sky. He was fairly certain there weren’t any birds this close to Surtur’s poles so he
Speaker:angrily punched the ice chunk,
Speaker:causing a small flake of it to crack off,
Speaker:and turned to run back to the cabin.
Speaker:He slipped on his fourth step, just barely catching the railing in time to avoid slamming face-first into the gantry,
Speaker:and continued shuffling more carefully across the gantry.
Speaker:By the time the cabin was nearly in arm’s reach he could see the rig’s AA gun swiveling to track the raider drones
Speaker:but not firing without authorization from a living operator.
Speaker:Was that the wind?
Speaker:Or was it the engines of the drones coming in?
Speaker:Frantically the lynx yanked open the door and removed his glove without bothering to close the door again,
Speaker:he stabbed his frigid fingers at the touchscreen and pushed every “fire” button he could see.
Speaker:His ears rang with the explosion of the gun firing automatically,
Speaker:unmuffled by the cabin walls.
Speaker:Disoriented by the sound he reached for the door handle
Speaker:just as his own gun’s blasts
Speaker:were joined by the staccato fire of machine guns and bullets pinging off of the rig’s hull.
Speaker:Now rightfully scared for his life,
Speaker:Jerald struck out with his arm
Speaker:like a snake and yanked the door back before curling into a ball.
Speaker:After what seemed like an eternity the machine gun fire stopped
Speaker:and Jerald almost dared to look up.
Speaker:But the AA gun’s blasts quickly resumed and were joined by a new sound,
Speaker:an annoyingly high-pitched alarm screaming
Speaker:“possible missile detected!”
Speaker:Startled to action,
Speaker:Jerald leapt up to the screen and stared intently at what it showed him.
Speaker:An unusually large drone was veering off from the rig as a small elongated object fell towards him,
Speaker:the targeting computer highlighting the descending object with a
Speaker:“critical priority”
Speaker:tag as it ignored the other drones and found a firing solution for the thing it had decided was a missile.
Speaker:But as the lynx watched the object
Speaker:unfolded a set of membranous wings
Speaker:and swerved to avoid the incoming shots.
Speaker:Jerald followed the strange winged thing’s descent, at first terrified,
Speaker:but soon more intrigued.
Speaker:He could see no sign of a drive plume trailing behind it,
Speaker:and it was flexing
Speaker:unlike any missile or drone he had ever seen,
Speaker:making him wonder who had made it
Speaker:and from what? It almost reminded him more of something he’d seen in extreme sports instead of a
Speaker:mechanical device, like a…
Speaker:The lynx remembered where he’d seen that kind of thing before.
Speaker:Frantically he looked around the screen for an icon he’d never seen before, but if it existed now would be the time.
Speaker:Cursing himself he poked a button he hadn’t intentionally clicked since training.
Speaker:“Voice controls activated.” The computer announced.
Speaker:“Stop attacking!” He shouted. “Command not
Speaker:recognized.” The computer replied.
Speaker:“Cancel targeting solution!”
Speaker:He tried again. “Unable to comply.”
Speaker:The computer said,
Speaker:firing off another shot that the flier barely dodged.
Speaker:“Why not?!” Jerald asked skeptically.
Speaker:“Sorry, I didn’t get that. Could you be more specific?”
Speaker:Jerald was getting reminded rapidly why nobody ever used voice controls.
Speaker:He took a deep breath and tried to speak more carefully.
Speaker:“Why can you not cancel targeting solution?”
Speaker:“Anti-missile point defense supercedes organic commands.”
Speaker:The computer explained.
Speaker:“That’s not a missile!”
Speaker:The lynx shouted.
Speaker:“That’s a flight suit!
Speaker:It’s a person!” The AA gun’s next shot caught the flier square in the center of mass,
Speaker:shredding their wing membranes and sending out a reddish cloud of mist
Speaker:as they tumbled to the ground,
Speaker:far away from the rig.
Speaker:“Command not recognized.” Jerald stood there in shock,
Speaker:staring where the figure had fallen
Speaker:while the gun finished shooting down the remaining drones.
Speaker:Only snapping out of his reverie when he heard the computer state
Speaker:“all targets destroyed.
Speaker:destroyed.” The lynx sighed, switching the voice interface back off and
Speaker:wondering what he was going to do?
Speaker:It wasn’t likely the flier had survived that blast.
Speaker:The AA gun fired explosive canisters that burst apart into shrapnel mid-air, it could shred flesh as easily as it shredded aircraft wings, if not more so.
Speaker:He might be able to recover the body and turn it over to any family they might have,
Speaker:but the Company might not like having to pay restitution to their clan if they felt vengeful.
Speaker:On the other hand the Company might want to identify a raider who had assaulted their property.
Speaker:A glance at the clock settled the issue temporarily.
Speaker:He’d lost a lot of time fighting off the raiders and clearing off ice,
Speaker:if he wanted to get the job done before midnight he had to get back to work
Speaker:fast. With a sigh he turned back to the drill controls and triggered them again.
Speaker:With a great creak and groan the drill arm unfolded and reached out over the great patch of ice.
Speaker:The sonogram showed him a shallow pool of ethane
Speaker:within reach of the drill arm,
Speaker:barely enough to fill his tank.
Speaker:However, further from the
Speaker:“shore” there was a far deeper pool, enough to
Speaker:fill a dozen rigs.
Speaker:Company safety regs did not recommend venturing that far onto a gas field while there was still
Speaker:“lower-hanging fruit” so to speak,
Speaker:but the greater pressure would fill him up more quickly.
Speaker:Considering the Company’s penalties for short loads
Speaker:it was an easy decision to make.
Speaker:Jerald swiveled back to the rig’s mobility controls and pushed the great walker forward,
Speaker:just a dozen massive paces or so, but a significant distance regardless.
Speaker:He stopped over a rocky outcropping suspended in the ice,
Speaker:then quickly he swiveled back
Speaker:and slowly, carefully, aimed the drill head at the precise angle
Speaker:to penetrate the well without shattering its ice cap.
Speaker:This was the tricky part, the whole reason why the Surt Company
Speaker:needed good drillers,
Speaker:one wrong move and the rig
Speaker:would sink into the ice in a cloud of flammable hydrocarbons.
Speaker:He took his time placing the drill head,
Speaker:even with the greater pressure it would take hours to fill the tank, no matter how many minutes he spent getting the angle just right.
Speaker:Finally, he felt confident enough to start the drill.
Speaker:The rig shook with the vibrations from the drill’s rotation,
Speaker:grinding into meters-thick ice.
Speaker:For several teeth-grinding minutes Jerald watched the drill descend,
Speaker:waiting for any signs of cracking that could spell doom.
Speaker:But it sank into the frigid hydrocarbon liquid under the water ice
Speaker:and began siphoning it out,
Speaker:without incident.
Speaker:Jerald breathed a sigh of relief
Speaker:and watched the tank fill up.
Speaker:His eye wandered back over to where the flier had crashed,
Speaker:and still lay. With one more glance at the tank fill meter he
Speaker:figured that it would keep running by itself without any need for his input
Speaker:and prepared himself to go outside again.
Speaker:His cleats hit the ice with a soft “crunch” sound as he dropped from the rig’s boarding ladder.
Speaker:The cat carefully strode over the ice, one step at a time,
Speaker:in the direction of the downed flier.
Speaker:He paused for a second when his eyes spied a crack running beneath the rig’s feet,
Speaker:but he concluded that it must have been there a while if it hadn’t collapsed already
Speaker:and continued on.
Speaker:He found the blood splatters staining the ice five meters from the body,
Speaker:growing from small red flecks to frozen pools as he came closer.
Speaker:Jerald felt the bile rise in his throat but forced it back down
Speaker:out of fear of having to deal with frozen vomit on his face for the rest of the day.
Speaker:The flier lay face-down in the snow,
Speaker:wingsuit flaps blowing in the wind.
Speaker:He could not tell sex or species from this angle, but he noticed a large socked tail laying on the ground next to them.
Speaker:Jerald knelt down next to the body,
Speaker:reluctant to lift it now that he was so close.
Speaker:He didn’t know if he could stand to carry them back to the rig and transport them back to base as originally planned.
Speaker:After a minute of consideration he decided that at minimum
Speaker:he had to look the person he’d killed,
Speaker:unintentionally, in the face
Speaker:and reached down to flip them over.
Speaker:He was surprised by how warm they still felt,
Speaker:and wet. The lynx quickly threw the body onto their back and leapt back in disgust.
Speaker:The body’s chest was a red mess,
Speaker:too thoroughly shredded to make out any features on the right side,
Speaker:though on the left their white jumpsuit bulged out in what
Speaker:looked like a female breast.
Speaker:Their, her, helmet had been shattered on the right side,
Speaker:showing mangled red flesh and skull.
Speaker:Her legs were twisted at unnatural angles that
Speaker:no parahuman bones could accommodate.
Speaker:This time he couldn’t hold it back,
Speaker:Jerald turned away and retched what remained of his breakfast
Speaker:onto the steaming snow.
Speaker:Jerald shook his head
Speaker:wildly, trying to shake the drops of vomit from his whiskers before they froze.
Speaker:As he was trying to make up his mind on whether to turn back and try to remove her helmet,
Speaker:he heard a cracking sound behind him.
Speaker:Before he could spin around he felt a hand grab him by the ankle and drag him to the ground. The lynx lifted himself off the ground and looked back to see the corpse holding him fast
Speaker:while trying to drag herself closer
Speaker:with her free arm.
Speaker:Her broken legs flailed wildly in the air behind her, as if she was trying to shake them back into place.
Speaker:Jerald screamed as he remembered a dozen holofilms of the Collapse
Speaker:and its horrors.
Speaker:“Let go! Let go!” He shouted, kicking at the living corpse’s head, but only deflecting off her helmet and receiving a gurgling cry in response.
Speaker:She flipped back over onto her front
Speaker:and dragged herself up his supine frame,
Speaker:digging clawed fingers into his heavy clothes.
Speaker:Jerald froze as he stared into the eyeless fury of the woman he’d shot out of the sky,
Speaker:bloody carnivore teeth glistening under the shattered visor of her helmet.
Speaker:He hadn’t expected this to be how he died, but who would these days?
Speaker:He made a futile last attempt
Speaker:to fend off her undying strength with his arms
Speaker:before accepting his inevitable demise…
Speaker:And then a loud series of cracks drew his gaze back towards his rig.
Speaker:A vapor cloud rose around the gigantic walker as it seemed to
Speaker:lean into the ice.
Speaker:Then he saw the rig’s hind feet rise off the ground,
Speaker:it was definitely sinking now!
Speaker:The downed flier grunted
Speaker:and reached back for her leg,
Speaker:with a sound more like bending metal than anything bones should make she forced it back into shape.
Speaker:Then she leapt awkwardly to her feet,
Speaker:turned away from the sinking rig,
Speaker:and ran at impressive speed for someone with recently broken legs.
Speaker:Jerald laid there, stunned, for a moment
Speaker:just watching his job sink into the ice.
Speaker:Before he knew it
Speaker:all there was left was a cloud of evaporating ethane and cracks heading straight for him.
Speaker:The moment passed he stumbled to his feet and started running as well.
Speaker:He ran, faster than he had ever run in his entire life.
Speaker:Cracking sounds behind him motivating him like no gym teacher had managed.
Speaker:He felt himself forced to pant more and more as he ran, but he dared not stop to take a breath.
Speaker:His vision swam from oxygen deprivation and lactic acid, but he kept running.
Speaker:To stop meant death.
Speaker:But he could not run forever and finally he collapsed to the ground,
Speaker:unable to run any more,
Speaker:and blacked out. Jerald woke an indeterminate time later,
Speaker:the sun had already slipped beyond the horizon but the gas giant Surt
Speaker:glowed like a lantern overhead,
Speaker:far brighter than the moon orbiting his homeworld of Jord.
Speaker:A crunching sound brought his head turning to the side,
Speaker:and what he saw left him both relieved and perplexed.
Speaker:A woman with a lightly furred head, a pointed snout, round ears,
Speaker:and dark circles around both eyes was eating some kind of ration bar.
Speaker:She swallowed her mouthful and spoke.
Speaker:“Oh good, you’re awake.”
Speaker:She stood up and approached him.
Speaker:“I was wondering if I’d have to carry you all the way back home.”
Speaker:Jerald started to lift an arm,
Speaker:only to see that he was wrapped in a heavy sleeping bag.
Speaker:Confused and wondering what was going on he looked around frantically.
Speaker:Behind him he spotted the side of a mountain,
Speaker:he remembered seeing a mountain range on the map to the well site,
Speaker:but that had been kilometers back hadn’t it?
Speaker:The raccoon took another bite of her ration bar,
Speaker:prompting the lynx to ask
Speaker:“I don’t suppose you have any more of those, do you?”
Speaker:“Yes,” she said dryly.
Speaker:“But given how much biomass I have to replenish after you shot me down, I think I’m entitled to the rest of them.” The lynx’s eyes widened as he recognized the red-stained jumpsuit the raccoon was wearing,
Speaker:and spotted a broken helmet lying on the ground nearby.
Speaker:He squirmed away from her as best as he was able, wrapped up like a burrito in the sleeping bag.
Speaker:“Please,” he begged.
Speaker:“Don’t eat me.” The raccoon snorted.
Speaker:“You’re not my type.”
Speaker:“But,” Jerald blathered.
Speaker:“You’re a ghul!” Before he could blink the raccoon had crossed the campsite, lifted the lynx off the ground,
Speaker:and thrust her masked face into his.
Speaker:He could smell the remnants of dried blood as he stared into her brown eye.
Speaker:Now that he was close he noticed that her right eyelid was closed, and oddly flat.
Speaker:“Listen very carefully Company man.”
Speaker:She said. “Ghuls have malfunctioning leukosynths that autocannibalize their own flesh,
Speaker:driving them to seek out the nearest convenient source of replacement biomass.”
Speaker:She opened her eyelid, revealing a hollow socket with what
Speaker:looked like a pus-filled blister glistening on the back.
Speaker:“As you can see, mine are working perfectly.”
Speaker:Jerald’s tufted ears picked up a growl coming from the raccoon’s midsection,
Speaker:and she dropped him with what seemed like embarrassment.
Speaker:Jerald watched her bend over a pack of some kind and pull out more ration bars.
Speaker:“Who are you?” He couldn’t help from asking.
Speaker:“And why did you save me?”
Speaker:The raccoon gulped down a bar before turning back to answer.
Speaker:“You can call me Horizon,”
Speaker:she said. “And it’s what I came out here to do.”
Speaker:She snapped the other bar in half,
Speaker:“as ungrateful as you were.”
Speaker:“I didn’t know you were a person!”
Speaker:He tried to apologize.
Speaker:“The computer thought you were a missile,
Speaker:and wouldn’t let me shut off the target lock.”
Speaker:“That figures.” Horizon squatted down next to Jerald and held out half the bar.
Speaker:“Typical Company disregard for parahuman life.”
Speaker:“I don’t think they expected somebody to drop on top of one of their rigs in a wingsuit.”
Speaker:Jerald suggested
Speaker:as he wriggled his arm free of the sleeping bag.
Speaker:“I kind of doubt that.”
Speaker:The raccoon crunched up the other half of her ration bar.
Speaker:“So, what did they tell you we were?
Speaker:Pirates?” Jerald noted the Belter twang she put on that last word,
Speaker:he paused as he tried to recollect how she’d pronounced everything else.
Speaker:He could have sworn she’s spoken with
Speaker:a Jordian accent like himself.
Speaker:“Raiders,” he replied.
Speaker:“What? Like this is the wastes?”
Speaker:Horizon asked in response.
Speaker:“No offense, but that was a lot of hardware we threw at you for what,
Speaker:90 kilos of food?” “And about a hundred kiloliters of ethane.”
Speaker:He added. Horizon sighed.
Speaker:“Now why would we want to steal that?”
Speaker:“It powers everything on this moon.”
Speaker:Jerald claimed. “Heat,
Speaker:lights, engines…” “And a microliter of the tritium the Company is siphoning out of big daddy Surt up there could power the entire Friendly Society for a year.”
Speaker:The raccoon pointed a thumb at the gas giant hanging overhead.
Speaker:“Fusion isn’t exactly lost technology you know.”
Speaker:Jerald blinked in surprise at the mention of the one humanitarian organization
Speaker:the Company grudgingly allowed on Surtur.
Speaker:“You’re with the Friendlies?”
Speaker:“For the past few months at least.”
Speaker:Horizon confirmed.
Speaker:“And you were saving me?”
Speaker:He asked. “You knew the ice was going to cave in?”
Speaker:Instead of answering directly she asked him a question.
Speaker:“What did you think that metallic mass you parked on top of was?”
Speaker:Jerald was confused for a moment,
Speaker:he had parked the rig next to a boulder suspended in the
Speaker:ice, a boulder the size of…
Speaker:“That was a rig?” Horizon nodded.
Speaker:“They had two rigs out here a week ago.
Speaker:When one went under the other one’s driver bailed out and ran.
Speaker:Fortunately one of our drones spotted him and we picked him up before the hypothermia left him totally irrecoverable.”
Speaker:She sighed. “Such a waste for something that they don’t even need.”
Speaker:The lynx looked up at the planet,
Speaker:he could almost swear that he saw a Company skimmer streaking across the clouds.
Speaker:“But, they need to save the
Speaker:tritium for spaceships. You can’t burn anything on a ship. It would
Speaker:deplete the life support.”
Speaker:“Don’t I know that.”
Speaker:Horizon sniffed. “But the truth is, the Company could easily power every ship and station in the Tiere system,
Speaker:plus every city and village on Surtur,
Speaker:Jord, and Logi. But they prefer to keep their customers hungry.”
Speaker:She turned her head to look towards something Jerald couldn’t see.
Speaker:“We should get going.”
Speaker:“Why? What’s happening?”
Speaker:Jerald asked. He fumbled for the clasps to the sleeping bag before finding and undoing them,
Speaker:allowing the cat to spill out into the snow.
Speaker:“Our pickup is incoming.”
Speaker:The raccoon explained.
Speaker:“Unfortunately a Company patrol is moving to intercept them.
Speaker:We’ll have to move to catch up to them first.”
Speaker:The lynx scrambled to his wide feet.
Speaker:“Why can’t the Company help us?” He asked.
Speaker:“Aside from their casual disregard for life?”
Speaker:Horizon replied. “Their patrols are pure attack craft,
Speaker:no cargo or passenger space.
Speaker:Friendly drones have modular pods for disaster relief.
Speaker:You’d be frozen solid by the time the Company got a transport out to you.”
Speaker:Jerald paused to consider.
Speaker:He didn’t know if he believed this strange parahuman,
Speaker:but everything she said sounded disturbingly plausible.
Speaker:Though it didn’t rule out the possibility that she was somehow
Speaker:toying with him before eating him…
Speaker:“You coming or not?”
Speaker:She called out, interrupting his train of thought as she strode away,
Speaker:and he followed almost automatically.
Speaker:The lynx found himself panting after mere minutes of trying to keep pace with the posthuman raccoon.
Speaker:Her stamina seemed indefinite as she jogged ahead of him,
Speaker:even with her smaller feet and a jumpsuit that looked way too thin to keep her warm in this climate.
Speaker:“How,” he gasped. “augmented,
Speaker:are you?” “I don’t know.”
Speaker:She replied without even breaking stride.
Speaker:“My crew found an old Federal Guard ship and its drones augged us up to the gills without even asking.
Speaker:Some kind of super soldier program.”
Speaker:“That would explain a lot.”
Speaker:Jerald panted, slowing his own progress to a crawl.
Speaker:“How much further?”
Speaker:Horizon looked up.
Speaker:“Not far.” She stopped,
Speaker:staring into the sky.
Speaker:“Shit, the Company’s here too!”
Speaker:She broke into a dead run.
Speaker:As Jerald struggled to keep up he saw that a bunch of the stars were moving rather fast for celestial bodies,
Speaker:and not just moving,
Speaker:but bobbing and weaving around one another.
Speaker:As he watched one of the stars burst and fell in smoking fragments to the ice below.
Speaker:And Horizon was running straight towards the aerial battle.
Speaker:“Wait!” He called out,
Speaker:almost tripping on an outcropping of ice.
Speaker:He watched the white-clad figure weave around plumes of rising steam,
Speaker:leaping and somersaulting around bullets hitting the ground.
Speaker:Jerald stopped for a moment just to watch the spectacle of a living wonder of a lost age
Speaker:taunting modern military hardware with her defiant existence.
Speaker:Then a jet of vaporized snow obscured his view of her for but a moment,
Speaker:and when it cleared
Speaker:Horizon laid on the ground,
Speaker:still as the grave.
Speaker:The lynx froze, uncertain what to do now.
Speaker:He looked around for a possible escape route, but they were on an open field of stark white ice, nowhere to hide.
Speaker:He looked up at the continuing aerial battle, and he
Speaker:saw the mobile stars light up in explosion after explosion.
Speaker:In moments there was only one drone left,
Speaker:and it was flying
Speaker:right for him! Jerald turned and ran back the way he came, not daring to look back,
Speaker:only to see the drone streak ahead of him.
Speaker:He watched it swing around and descend towards him,
Speaker:and without thinking he turned around again.
Speaker:The lynx was just realizing how stupid it might be to run towards the battlefield when his snowshoe-like paws caught on something sticking out of the ground
Speaker:and sent him stumbling onto his face.
Speaker:Shaking the snow from his eyes he turned his head
Speaker:towards the thing he had tripped upon.
Speaker:He viewed the familiar sight of Horizon’s body,
Speaker:sprawled on her back on the snow. Jerald
Speaker:looked up and saw the drone circling around him,
Speaker:descending further with every pass.
Speaker:Knowing now that he couldn’t outrun it
Speaker:he poked cautiously at the raccoon’s face.
Speaker:“Horizon?” He asked hopefully.
Speaker:“If you’re still alive, please wake up, I need you.”
Speaker:She did not respond.
Speaker:The sound of turbines behind him drew Jerald’s attention to stare
Speaker:at a large tilt-rotor drone
Speaker:hovering not three meters away.
Speaker:As he watched a pair of panels began to unfold from the drone’s belly
Speaker:and he heard a voice emanate from its loudspeakers.
Speaker:“You know, you should zig-zag when pursued, force the pursuer to constantly adjust their aim.”
Speaker:Even through the speakers he thought the voice sounded familiar.
Speaker:“Horizon?” He asked.
Speaker:The drone responded as the panels it dropped assembled themselves into a box-like shape.
Speaker:“Yeah, you ever use neural induction VR?”
Speaker:“Do I look like I could afford that?”
Speaker:Jerald responded.
Speaker:“Fair enough.” The drone drifted lazily towards him.
Speaker:“One of my implants lets me cut out the sensory perceptions of my
Speaker:organic body and remotely control vehicles as if they were my own body.
Speaker:Good thing that last shot came
Speaker:close enough I could fake a hit.”
Speaker:Jerald stared back at Horizon’s body,
Speaker:now that he wasn’t worried about getting shot
Speaker:he could see that there wasn’t a scratch on her.
Speaker:“So, you’re okay?” “Yes,” she said through the drone.
Speaker:“Now if you don’t mind, could you load my body into the cargo hold?”
Speaker:The box structure’s door hung open invitingly.
Speaker:The lynx knelt next to the raccoon and inched his arms under her back and legs,
Speaker:she was surprisingly heavy for her size, which he supposed must be some of her implants.
Speaker:With a grunt he swung her into the drone’s cargo hold
Speaker:and ungracefully pushed the end of her tail in.
Speaker:He stood there waiting for a moment before
Speaker:Horizon added
Speaker:“you coming?” Jerald took another look around,
Speaker:just to make sure there was no one else coming.
Speaker:Once he accepted that it wasn’t a hard decision.
Speaker:He still wasn’t sure about the posthuman’s claims but it seemed like he’d need to go with her for now
Speaker:if he wanted to ponder it later.
Speaker:He climbed into the drone, awkwardly shoving
Speaker:Horizon’s comatose body
Speaker:further back to make room.
Speaker:A dim light came on as the cargo bay door closed.
Speaker:“Raccoon air now departing.”
Speaker:Horizon said sarcastically.
Speaker:“Try not to get too handsy in there. My girlfriend can be the jealous type.” Jerald tried to curl himself into a small ball
Speaker:on the opposite end of the bay
Speaker:from the raccoon.
Speaker:This was “Ethane Horizons”
Speaker:by Joel Kreissman,
Speaker:read for you by Rob MacWolf, werewolf hitchhiker.
Speaker:You can find more stories on the web at thevoice.dog, or find the show
Speaker:wherever you get your podcasts.
Speaker:Thank you for listening
Speaker:to The Voice of Dog.
