Space Invaders
By David Barber
The face of Commander Sharpe, grizzled chief of the Space Patrol, filled the viewscreen. He spoke to the Captain and crew of the space-cruiser Alamo.
“Men, you know we’re fighting the Invaders out here at Jupiter, but what you don’t know is an Invader craft has been been spotted off Venus.”
The crew gave an audible gasp.
“But that means...”
“Yes, Captain, your ship is the only thing standing between the Invaders and the utter destruction of Earth!”
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“Pilot, take us out of orbit.”
Pilot "Griff" Griffiths eased the gravity bar to the first notch and Earth dropped away behind them. He threw the bar to the limit and they were repelled towards Venus at hundreds of miles per second.
The Captain, whose job it was to notice such things, noticed how his Pilot’s brow was creased in puzzlement.
“Problem, Griff?” The Captain encouraged crew to come to him with their problems.
“Something’s wrong here, sir.”
“There’s a lot wrong, Griff. Like how those damned Invaders sneaked in behind us. Heads will roll.”
“No, I mean with these controls. There’s a steering wheel, a throttle and a speedometer that reads in miles per hour.”
“These J-class cruisers are...”
“...old, I know. But Captain, it’s got a handbrake.”
#
The Captain’s gaze was fixed on the gravograph. It showed the Alamo and the Invader craft steadily closing.
“And another thing, sir..." Griff lowered his voice. "That photograph Jones has stuck above his weapons station.”
“Of his sweetheart? I encourage it, Griff. Damn the regulations! They plan to get married if we… when we get back."
“And McWhinney has pictures of his wife and children.”
The Captain was beginning to regret his open-door policy. “Yes, and I have a photograph of my dog. Reminds us what we’re fighting for.”
“I don’t have any photographs.”
“I hope you're not the one with a troubled past who has flashbacks in a crisis," murmured the Captain, not meaning to say it aloud.
“I’ve got no pictures because I don’t remember anyone back on Earth.”
#
“Men,” said the Captain. The whole crew was crammed awkwardly into the control room. “Men, I’ve listened to your concerns about, well, what Griff here’s been saying.”
“It’s no use Captain, none of this makes any sense.”
“Steady on Pilot, no need for talk like that, not when we’re all about to... when Earth is relying on us.”
Griff frowned. “These Invaders, Captain, who are they exactly?”
“Intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic have been watching us for years,” said McWhinney.
“They came mysteriously from outer space,” intoned Jones simultaneously.
They looked at one another in surprise.
The Captain cleared his throat. “I think you’ll find they’re remorseless killing machines inimical to all life.”
“Which explains our lack of computers,” exclaimed McWhinney in a moment of revelation. “Being machines themselves, they might hack them.”
Jones nodded. “Yes, the computer business always struck me as strange, because almost any automatic aiming device would be better than me.”
“Dammed meks!”
“Explains Pearl Harbour...”
“We biologicals must stick together,” interrupted the Captain smoothly. “Because the Invaders are relentless. By which, I don’t mean...”
“They’re still vulnerable,” declared McWhinney, patting his weapons panel. “Anti-logic rays. Software cannon. Mathematical warheads.”
“That’s the spirit!”
“Though their ships are armed with missiles, lasers and space mines.”
They all turned on Jones.
“I was just saying.”
#
Griff ticked off items on his fingers. “So. We’re fighting a mysterious enemy. I don’t recognise any of you, despite us being crewmates for years, apparently. I've no photographs, and worse, I don't even remember Earth.
“On the other hand, I do remember the smell of coffee. When did we last drink coffee, eh? Probably why I haven’t needed a piss since this story began.”
Griff’s eyes narrowed. “Hang on a minute...”
#
>We should have removed him sooner.
“Where am I?”
>>You won’t be here long enough for that to matter, replied another, sterner voice.
>You got caught up in a war between conflicting philosophies. Life and death. Mortal versus immortal. Our side thinks immortality is a Bad Thing.
>>Now he’ll want explanations. Flesh always wants explanations.
“What are you talking about?”
>You’ll help us decide.
“What do you mean, decide?”
>Well, we can’t actually fight, it would be...
>>Vulgar.
>I was going to say immoral. Hence each side embodies their arguments. The way people were embodied once.
“Yes, I remember being alive. Its the first thing you’ve said that makes sense. And I remember wondering what it was all about.”
>Well, now you know.
>>This conversation is a waste of time.
“What happens now?”
>If our side wins, none of us will live forever.
>>Though it’s more an intentional stance. Neither side is as mortal as you.
“No, I meant...”
>>Do hurry up.
>Yes, yes, I’m looking for the switch.
“No, wait.”
#
“What happened just then?”
>I switched you back on. Now stop making a fuss. It just draws attention. After all, consider the alternative.
#
“This M-class planet is where the Invader vessel landed, Captain.”
“We’ll beam down. You and Doc are with me. And a crewman to stand guard while we explore that mysterious fog-shrouded world.”
“McWhinney, you could stand guard instead. If you liked.”
“Really Griff? It would be good to get out for a bit. Stretch my legs.”
“Don’t forget your raygun.”
“Thanks Griff, I owe you.”
“And McWhinney.”
“Yes, Griff?”
“Never mind.”
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Thursday, June 6, 2019
6/6/19
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