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The Ninth Hero
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer
The two women stand within a wide, white circle. The ground under their feet is powdery. Stalks of bleached grass crumble at the slightest disturbance.
Vicki’s unimpressed.
“Is this all?”
Sharon shakes her head.
“This is what the public can see. Underneath us was the main facility. Everything for Project Spartan Saviour was here.”
Vicki stamps. Dust puffs up.
“What happened? The unredacted version, please.”
“How much do you know about superhero and super soldier programmes?”
“We’ve been running them since just after World War Two. Level One were faster, stronger, smarter, but only in bursts that were followed by an extended recovery period. Level Two produced Captain America style results, but they all died within a year of enhancement. Level Three was working on that, as well as reducing empathy, conscience and the like, if I remember correctly. I presume they succeeded in all or parts as it went black book soon after and I wasn’t read in.”
Sharon nods.
“I like your use of a fictional superhero as a guideline. Will adopt it. So, all of our final candidates started as Batman if he’d been a veteran of special forces as well. Level Four dealt with their ethics handling, and Level Five finally answered the sudden death problem – there’s a genetic marker, apparently. Those with it get used for the no hope missions.”
Vicki smiles.
“The ones that literally end with a bang.”
Sharon chuckles.
“True. So, Level Six was a problem. I’m not sure what happened, but there’s an entire facility in Minnesota entombed in reinforced concrete and under never-ending watch. Level Seven, however, gave us Superman the Merciless and Fanatically Loyal. Nearly caused a problem until someone suggested bonding the candidate with a long-serving senior military officer instead of the President. Couldn’t risk that sort of firepower in the hands of a temp.”
“Isn’t that still a risk?”
“When their bonded officer dies, they literally fly into the sun. But we only had a few, and didn’t think it through. The strain of handling what were effectively the deadliest pets ever created was simply too much for old men. We lost the last eleven months back: their bonded officer suffered heart failure.”
“That’s inconvenient. So, Level Eight?”
“A lethally radioactive super-genius Doctor Manhattan with a half-life measured in minutes. Some of the insights the six test subjects gave before dying were revelatory, though.”
“Only six?”
Sharon sighs.
“The pool of viable subjects is tiny. Even breeding for them has only produced a handful.”
Vicki shrugs.
“So much for eugenics. But it’s comforting to know there are still limits. Right, tell me about Level Nine.”
Sharon holds up her phone.
“Speaking of limits… I’ll let her tell you.”
A woman speaks, voice trembling with suppressed rage.
“It’s a clamour undeniable. Every moment of every second filled with birth and death, arrival and cessation. What is life compared to the roar if its arrival or the howl of its ending? You’re all addicted to the least part of your existences, and I can’t explain it adequately. Leave me to my helpless fury.”
A male voice replies.
“You’ll obey your orders.”
The woman snarls back.
“I’ll do as I please. I’m not a god, but can sense them, and know I can kill better. Leave me alone.”
Vicki shakes her head.
“Somebody attacked, didn’t they?”
“They did. She killed herself and everything down to the microbes in the soil. Sterilised a five-hundred metre diameter column. We’re standing in the highest visible trace, but scientists suspect it may, briefly, have been near-infinite.”
“Good God.”
“Hopefully it missed Him.”