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Sixty-two years after human life on Earth was annihilated by rampaging alien invaders, the enigmatic Messenger O is sent back in time with a mission to unite humanity of past eras-during the Second World War and ancient Japan, and even back to the dawn of the species itself-to defeat the invasion before it begins. However, in a future shredded by war and genocide, love waits for O. Will O save humanity only to doom himself?

Excerpt

A small, high-speed shuttle on the surface of the Moon. The Messengers had been traveling back and forth between Earth's bases scattered throughout Sol System as far as Mars.

"The launch platform's not available? What's the story?" Orville called on his internal comm circuit. The voice of the human transport chief at Moon Polar Base North came back in a flat monotone. "Orders from headquarters. If you have a complaint, direct it to them."

"Haven't you heard about the UN resolution? Bases and industrial installations are to render all possible assistance to Century XXVI Upstreamer Forces. I've got to have your cooperation," said Orville.

"We're aware of the resolution, but our government hasn't passed the domestic legislation. We're working to transition our manufacturing processes in time for passage of the new laws. This will require a bit more time."

"We don't have time, the ETs could attack at any moment," shouted Orville.

"We're a commercial enterprise. We can't take our facilities offline without compensation."

"You--" Orville cut the comm link and smashed his fist against the wall of the cockpit. "Pig-headed fool!" he muttered.

The four Messengers sitting behind him shrugged or smiled distantly. The voice of Cutty Sark reached their shuttle docked at the terminal adjacent to Polar Base North.

"Still won't budge?" asked Cutty.

"It's no use. Looks like they don't plan to get moving till their butts go up in flames. What about other bases?" said Orville.

"The same, everywhere. National governments, big corporations, and private organizations and facilities. I'm meeting resistance at every level. Conflicting ideas, poor communication, key people nowhere to be found or even mentally absent. Demands for kickbacks. Meddling from protestors and skeptics. I've simply no idea how long these delays are going to continue."

"Total gridlock. Unbelievable." The jubilation that greeted their arrival in this timestream seemed to have evaporated.

"What do we do?" Alexandr asked Orville.

Orville was silent, deep in thought.

"Do we sit tight and wait? These delays aren't going to last forever. If we're going to wait, there's something I'd like to work on," said Alexander.

"What?"

"I'm writing a book."

Orville turned to see that Alexandr was writing by hand in a notebook. "What's all that about?"

"I'm sending it to Triton in a capsule with a beacon. If I drop it off in the vicinity, someone will pick it up in a century or two," said Alexandr.

"Addressed to Shumina?"

"She said I have a talent for words."

"What's your book about?" Orville asked without much interest.

"It's about a bug."

Orville suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Alexandr's earnest expression. "A bug?" he repeated.

"Yes. A little bug, born on the leaf of a big tree. He has this nice life, just eating leaves, but one day he notices he's in danger. Something is trying to suck the life out of his tree. So to avert the danger, he has to travel from his branch to the big tree trunk."

"What's the danger? The ETs?" asked Orville.

"Don't say that!" said Alexandr. "If the theme is that obvious, you lose the whole mood. This is children's literature. But who should be the villain? Bees and spiders are so passé." The rough-hewn Messenger was dead serious, thinking this over. Orville watched him write for a while, then stood up.

"If the book's for children, why don't you make the villain a bear? I'm heading out."

"Oh? Going to try negotiating in person?"

"I'm going to put a gun to their heads. Cutty? Hack the base mainframe and cook me up a system status message. Something like 'all systems nominal.' I don't want any company headquarters or governments involved."

"Even if I can fool them at first, they'll notice soon enough," answered Cutty. "If they discover we used force, it will only make things difficult later. I'd very much prefer that you dropped the idea."

"Can't do it. If the ETs come down on us it's too late. I need you to print me up a weapon too. A low-powered firearm. No, a sword is better. Projectile weapons are too everyday in this era. Make it as scary-looking as you can."

"Perhaps a uniforge carbon-titanium blade? With electrodischarge semiconductors embedded in the surface to cut, say, stainless steel?"

"I knew you'd like it," said Orville.

The onboard molecular printer was capable of laminar fabrication of anything from food to weapons. The device gave off a faint smell as it whirred into activity. Orville and his team pored over a schematic of the moon base while the sword printed out. Finally, it was ready.

Orville suited up for the walk outside and hefted the sword. It was longer than his arm, with a shimmering, milk-white blade. Alexandr grinned.

"Perfect. The galactic hero. Pure retrofuture."

"Put it in your story," said Orville. "All right. I'll take the lead. The rest of you follow me and do what you need to do." The Messengers left the shuttle and began walking toward the base. The sun on the horizon cast long shadows across the surface.

Orville wondered if he should write something too. A letter? If he sent a capsule now, before a fork in the time streams, it would travel to all subsequent streams--to those destined to be changed by his journey as well as to those that would remain untouched. Except that he had nothing to say. It would be senseless to write only "I miss you." He envied Alexandr, who had something to share with his beloved. Orville put it out of his mind.

Copyright © 2007 by Issui Ogawa

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