Guardian Awakening (28 page)

“The Sicceians were the first of the new species and the only ones who possessed a rudimentary telepathic ability. They slowly recovered their technology and eventually returned to the stars. I watched for thousands of years, but without the special DNA key sequence of a genetically enhanced Guardian I could not interfere or help. Unable to break my core programming, I went into standby mode to wait in the hope that one day Guardians might return.”

The woman’s gaze swept the room. “A little over a year ago, my monitoring systems detected a powerful telepathic presence. I woke from my long slumber. When I located the being that had tripped my monitoring devices, I was confronted with a Guardian.” She paused for a moment and smiled at Tristain sitting quietly. “To my surprise it was a child, a product of Lantian and Sicceian mating.”

“Wait! Are you telling me that I’m a direct descendant of one of your Guardians?”

“Yes.”
 

Tristan shook his head. “How is that possible?”
 

The image shrugged. “I do not know. Strangely, both you, Guardian, and your daughter, have an almost perfect genetic key showing less than three thousand years degradation. The image wavered for a moment. The odds of that happening randomly are so minute as to be impossible.

“Anyway, if there were a child of a Guardian, then there had to be a Guardian somewhere. I have watched over her ever since. If you had not arrived, I would have taught her what she was and waited until she was old enough to take control. However, I sensed you when you momentarily dropped your guard.”

Tristain was wriggling about on Tristan’s lap. “Daddy, come and see my toys now?”

“Shush, sit still Tristain,” Aesia whispered. “Let the lady finish then Daddy will come and see your toys.”

“Oh all right then.”
 

The AI continued. “Since being activated, I have monitored everything going on. It is apparent all surviving species have forgotten their history, their common origins and the Guardians. I did however calculate a high probability that the common unifying force behind the war to overthrow the Sicceian dominance would be the Guardian that had fathered this child.”

“What!” There was an edge of anger to Aesia’s voice. “You knew Tristan was alive?” The AI stood motionless as if Aesia did not exist.
 

Tristan glanced from her to the AI. “Why don’t you answer?”
 

“My programming prevents me from interacting with the Sicceian unless you order it, Guardian.”

Tristan frowned. “All right, I order you to interact and obey the Sicceian sitting on my right named Aesia.”

The AI looked at Aesia. “Yes, as I said before, there was a high probability that the father of the child and the Admiral Clayandrian of the League forces were one and the same.”

“Then why…?” Aesia paused then answered her own incomplete question. “Of course, you could not interact with me.”

“Correct.”

Tristan moved his daughter to his other knee to stop her wriggling about. “This is all well and good, but how come I’m a Guardian?”

“You were born one; of course.”

“There is a flaw in your reasoning, computer. I have an implant in my brain which gave me these abilities. Tristain must have inherited her abilities from her mother.”

The AI was silent for a moment before replying. “The implant is not functioning. It is a fact that you are a direct descendant of a genetically enhanced Lantian, and practically a pure blood without any DNA contributed from other species. You, as a Guardian, shut down the implant yourself.”
 

“I did not; it fused on its own.”
 

The AI shook its head. “No your mind rejected it.”
 

Tristan sighed. “This is not getting us anywhere.”

“No, I’m afraid it is not. You must now come with me. You have a lot to learn.”

Before Tristan could reply the room lurched, his guts churned, and twisted. He tried to shout but all that came from his throat was a strangled grunt. The room disappeared. He found himself laying on a bed in a white room, Dionysia bending over him.
 

“I’m sorry, Guardian, but to stop the war and maintain the peace, you must have the necessary Guardian training.”

Tristan tried to sit up but he could not move, his whole body now paralysed. He needed to breathe but couldn’t, and his head started to swim. On the verge of passing out he felt something touch his neck.

Chapter Eighteen: Training a Guardian

Tristan woke. His head throbbed, and with a groan he opened his eyes, squinting against the light. He found himself in a small but pleasant room, lying on a bed. He rubbed his eyes, but he had no memory of going to bed the night before. Strange… Sunlight streamed through open curtains. In the far corner sat a chair with neat, dark green clothes folded on it, and underneath the chair a pair of dark green boots that matched the clothes.
 

Tristan sat up and swung his legs round so he could stand. He tried to remember where he was, vague indistinct memories tumbled in his memory like autumn leaves blowing in the wind. His family for countless generations had been Guardians. Now, he was old enough for his training to begin. The whole family had gathered at the space port to see him off.

The memory of his family proudly waving tumbled into his mind
Why can’t I see their faces?
He shook his head to clear it. He had a vague notion they were not really his, not part of him. A strange giddiness and whispering filled his mind. He shut his eyes the room had started to waver, causing nausea to rise in his throat He swallowed back the rising bile.
 

A light flashed. The moment of doubt passed. He laughed softly. He remembered his family waving him off. Looking round he noticed an open door on the far wall of the room; it led to a small bathroom. He went in, washed, shaved, and then returned to the bedroom. He picked up the clothes and put them on. Dressed he walked to the window and looked out. Manicured gardens gave way to meadows and woodlands. In the distance, he could see the tall towers of the great Guardian city of Troyantis.
 

He shivered, and butterflies launched themselves in his stomach. This was his first day of five years training. He opened the main door, and walked out into a long corridor. Other students were emerging. Some had collected in small groups along the corridor and were talking and laughing together. Tristan followed the gathering crowd, down some stairs, and out into an open area with fountains in the middle. People sat as couples or in groups, on seats scattered around under small trees A gentle breeze carrying the scent of late summer flowers ruffled his hair. They walked past the fountains to a large glass building, through the double doors to the registration area for new students.
 

He found his name badge, signed for it on the registration sheet, and handed the sheet to a bored-looking receptionist.
 

“Third door on the left, Tristan,” she said in a mechanical voice.
 

Tristan nodded and went through the door she had pointed out to him. He found himself in a classroom with about thirty or so desks all placed in pairs. He noticed that names had been placed on each desk. About half the students were already seated. There was a low buzz of conversation. No one took any notice of him as he walked in. He quickly found his place and sat down.
 

He gazed round at the other students, and many of them knew each other. A pang of homesickness gripped him. For a moment, he felt detached from the others in the room. He looked down at his hands resting on the desk.
What am I doing here?
 

“Hello.” Tristan looked up. A young, dark-haired woman stood in front of him. “I think that is my seat.” She indicated the empty chair next to him.

“Oh OK.” He moved his chair forward so she could get past and sit down. She turned to look at Tristan and smiled. She had a radiant smile, which lit up her whole face, and her dark eyes seemed to shine. She leaned forward to put her bag beside her chair. Tristan noticed she had the first few buttons of her blouse undone, revealing an ample cleavage.
 

She looked up, her eyes sparkling. “Like what you see?”
 

Tristan’s cheeks burned, and he wished the floor would open up and swallow him. He stammered an apology.
 

She laughed. “Hey, don’t look so worried, I was only teasing you. My name is Dionysia, what’s yours?” She held out a slim hand to Tristan.

He took a deep breath hoping his burning cheeks did not look as bad as they felt and shook her hand. “My name is Tristan.”

“Well hello, Tristan. It looks as though we will be working together.”

There was a scraping of chairs. The back of the class had started to stand. An officer had entered the room. Tristan and Dionysia stood as he walked to the front, stepped up to a podium, and faced them. He made a signal with his hand for them all to be seated. There followed a rustling and more scraping of chairs as the class sat down. The instructor, an old, balding man, gazed at them all with piercing eyes. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Guardian Training Centre. I am Thorientius, your chief instructor, and I will be with you throughout your stay with us.
 

“Over the next five years, you will all be pushed to the limit. Have no illusions, there will be many of you who will fall by the wayside; however, you have been prepared for this since you were five years old, so you are all capable of succeeding if you persevere and work hard.”
 

He gazed around the room again almost as if he were assessing who would succeed and who would fail. “You must remember the basic principle of what being a Guardian means. Anyone…?” He paused. A student near the back raised her hand. “Yes Alexia?”

“A Guardian is to serve and protect the younger races.”

“Correct, Alexia, thank you.” His piercing eyes swept the room again.

“You will work in pairs throughout your training. You have been allocated your seating so the person next to you is the person you will spend the next five years training with. If you both survive the course, you will be posted out together and spend the rest of your working lives as a team. Your partner has been selected as the closest possible psychological match to you.”
 

Tristan took a sidelong glance at Dionysia.
Well, it could have been a whole lot worse.

The students were pushed hard. Most nights Tristan collapsed on his bed totally exhausted. The first year, they were trained in using the artificial intelligences hidden deep underground on the home worlds of the main species. They had been installed before the genetically modified beings gained prominence, each AI self-maintaining machine powered from the planet’s thermonuclear core. Their working and locations were kept a closely guarded secret by the shadowy Artificial Intelligence Sciences Guild, the only way into or out of each computer facility by matter transfer, a technique that required massive computing power only available to the planetary computers.
 

They learned that the primary role of the AI was as a backup and monitoring system. Their bunkers were designed as a base and living quarters for the Guardians assigned to a planetary sector. Each AI had access to avatars normally linked directly to the main core, but capable of independent action if necessary. They were used for interaction with the Guardians and with non-telepathic species if the Guardian required a physical backup. As an offshoot to the matter transfer, the AI could produce anything the Guardian required as long as its structure and form were held within the database. If a Guardian had a complete functional diagram of an object, it could be added to the database. One important feature was that the AI could enhance the telepathic power of the Guardian it was linked to.
 

Tristan had asked why all the Planetary AI’s had female personalities. The official answer being, male personalities would go unstable after a few hundred years or so. The female personalities, however, remained stable indefinitely.
 

Dionysia had whispered real reason. “Females can do more than two things at once!”
 

The second year they spent learning about the genetically constructed species and their history. Why it was done was never discussed, the reason apparently lost in the mists of time. They went through the genetic makeup and the differences of each species. They studied how the ancestors genetically modified the planetary life forms using Lantian genes to produce intelligent beings. All the different species are sterile between one another. To control populations, the constructs reproductive life cycle had been limited to ten years. However, it was not the case between a Lantian and the other species because their genetic makeup closely matched Lantian. Because of that Lantian’s were more closely related to them than they were to each other.

The instructor glared at them over his glasses. “One thing you must all remember: a union between a Lantian, and one of the synthetic species, is strictly forbidden. The genetically constructed life forms do not evolve; they are designed to stay as they were constructed. This is to prevent any of the constructs growing more powerful than us. A random hybrid produced from such a union would not have that limitation. It would be a dangerous and unacceptable wild card that must be hunted out and destroyed.”

When this subject was discussed, Tristan became uneasy. He ran through his memories, trying to discover the source of his disquiet, but found nothing.
 

The armour and weapons training came next. The AIs used the same matter transport technology to produce weapons and armour for the Guardians. The armour impressed Tristan. It enhanced the strength of the wearer. When linked to weapons, the helmet had a head-up display. The cooling was effective enough to disperse even heavy laser fire. The armour could also be made airtight, and with an air supply it functioned as an effective vacuum suit. The really neat part was how the armour could be folded. The suit was capable of being folded away a section at a time until the whole thing became no more than a thick, wide belt.