I looked to the backpack and had food for a lot of time. I was even impressed with my own presence of mind. Not even the biologist was so calm. I gave him a pat on the shoulder and smiled. I picked up an explosive charge and though about the greatest dilemma of my life. I looked to one side and saw the closed entrance, on the other side I saw a descending corridor to the only door we never opened. As usual, I didn’t like to make heavy decisions, so I kept the charge for the right moment.
“We are going to resurrect the automaton.”
We went up there again and carried the automaton to the repair room. We put him down and the biologist connected some cables on the automaton’s shoulder. The computer automatically tried to run a diagnostic tool. Then the automaton opened a port in the automaton’s chest and saw the stopped engine.
“If we achieve a new ignition we might resurrect it.”
“You have any idea on how to do that?”
“I’m not a doctor, but I can try.”
The automaton was communicating with the old computer and it identified the stopped systems. So the biologist tried a new ignition by software, but with no success. So he opened a second level on the engine so all the bare parts were showing. A lot of things were clogged down there with parts, cables and dry sticky fluids. He didn’t understood enough of that architecture, but understood the fluid regulated the temperature and the magnetic equilibrium of the whole system. The engine wouldn’t work for much time even if there would be a new ignition. Nevertheless, the brain information was accessible through the computer. The biologist opened the memory contents and a bunch of information appeared on the monitor. There was a list of great memory blocks organized by topics.
“I can’t make the engine to ignite, but I have full access to his memory.”
“I want to know his basic identity. Who he was, what he did, everything.”
“Hm… his name is Nerig!”
“Nerig?”
“Yes… it looks like our Gneir well written.”
“So the constructor of all this is an automaton built by humans?”
“Exactly, it belonged to Galatea Industries and was built in New Gaia, Sirius star system.”
“What the hell? It is from the time of the Gaia-Reticular Alliance?”
“Yes… six thousand years ago.”
“What is his mission?”
“Now that… this is a mess. The contents are all mixed up. It looks like he had several missions.” The biologist was touching the topics with his finger and each topic was interwoven with a complex tridimensional network of other topics.” One of them was protecting Klíine.
“Who is it?”
“Aparently, he was bought by her. After that, there is much information here disconnected, looks like the topics appeared by themselves, without logic. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“He has six thousand years, it doesn’t have to make sense.”
“Another mission was protecting Mikel.”
“Mikel? The Pleadean?”
“Himself.”
“This heap of junk knew Mikel? That explains a lot.”
“Wait. Nerig decided for himself that he needed to learn everything he could about the Universe and Mikel told him to take part in the beginning of a new civilization… the one that disappeared in this climatic catastrophe. So he traveled with the Kai 23 and 24.”
“What are those?”
“Hm… Pleadeans are used to call the first of each created species the Kai. It is a word that literally means ship. These two were the versions 23 and 24 of the humans. A woman and a man to start a new civilization.”
“So when Mikel disappeared, he wanted to leave his last legacy.”
“Yes, but they weren’t far. When the climate began to wreak havoc, Nerig dedicated himself to protect him and the humans with a lot of dedication, but eventually the humans got extinct. He built this place and moved the already dead Kai to here.”
“By all the Holy Dragons!”
“Programmed the Mausoleum and copied all the data in the Book of Mikel and all the wisdom he gained in all this time. When he finished building the creation lab, the humans were all extinct.”
“What he did then?”
“Dedicated himself entirely to the resurrection of the human race.”
“Incredible.”
“Or better speaking, to the creation of a new human. His own Kai Zero.” The biologist opened the topic of the Kai Zero with a trembling hand,” there is a lot about him here… he finished him.”
“So where is him?”
“I don’t know. He was a human like the Kai 23 and 24… lived 11 years. This disturbs me, Daik.”
“Continue.”
“Died of cardiac arrest, but it seems something stayed here…”
“Something?”
It was on that moment that I felt the presence again. It was stronger than ever. I looked back and saw a diffuse shadow on the corner. Was the shadow of a man, but there was no one projecting it. It was almost imperceptible and for a moment, I felt that it was a natural shadow. But it was not.
“Who are you?” I asked, but the shadow did not answer. “Kai Zero? It’s all right, we don’t want to hurt you.”
There was no answer. Meanwhile the biologist declared that he wasn’t seeing anyone.
“Explain to me what I am seeing.”
“It must be an hallucination Mister Daik. A chemical variation on the organs of your central nervous system. Might be cause by dozens of different things.”
“I’m feeling immense pity for Kai Zero. He didn’t deserved to die so young.”
“That might be due to an electrochemical unbalance on the neurons of your temporal lobe.” Said the biologist pointing to the side of the head.
“Forget it.” I said depressed. “Let’s get out of here and we’ll take the automaton with us.”
“To where?”
“To the atrium. We will explode again the entrance to open a way to outside. There’s a Pleadean ship in orbit, that with a bit of luck, might save us.”
“And the last door that we never opened?”
“I have an idea… can you feed the cognitive systems of Nerig?”
“Of course.”
“Send a conscious though signal to call the Mausoleum.”
The biologist opened a program in the computer and navigated through the various mechanical and organic systems. Started with simple electric signals and went through the various abstract levels of the mind, went by the local senses like touch, smell and vision. He reached the elaborated emotions and finally conscience. The automaton had a few spasms in the body and arms that made the cables dance. The biologist opened a console and wrote “Mausoleum?” on Nerig’s human dialect. Rapidly a projection raised from the ground and replied “‘I’m here.’”
“Open the door to the inferior level.” The automaton had spasms again like a possessed medium.
“‘Yes Master.’”
The biologist smiled to me, but I remained in the coldest and emptiest expression I could find. I didn’t want the Mausoleum detecting me. We went down and carried the automaton with us to the atrium.
