Author : Duncan Shields, Staff Writer
It wasnâ€™t until I opened my eyes that I knew what had happened.
Lisa Sagan and Andrea Hawking were helping Petra Turing make sure my vitals were stabilizing. It was Henrietta Einstein that was chairing the â€˜wake. I could see my dear Shelagh Newton looking down from the observation booth with tears of joy in her eyes.
Iâ€™d been caught and killed. Theyâ€™d had to wake up another copy of me.
I needed to know how much memory I was missing and if the Two-X project was still functioning.
Weâ€™d wrested control from the governments. We were the smartest minds on the planet. Weâ€™d taken over from the war-mongering males and turned the entire continent into a matriarchy that was feared and respected.
It wasnâ€™t enough.
We need the world to be with us if we were to conquer space.
â€œDonâ€™t try to moveâ€ said Carla Marconi. I bristled at the sound of her petulant voice but remained still. Soon, I would leave this hospital bed and be debriefed and rebriefed. The project was safe. I could see that much from here.
The black ceramic hummed above us in the nuclear cooling tower. Miles long, it crackled with barely restrained power. It wouldnâ€™t be long before the world would fear us and have no choice but to obey. It was regrettable but the quickest solution.
The weapon is of my design.
My name is Tamara Tesla. A glorious future awaits.