Another Fortunate Accident

Ch. 23 – What Gods Are Made From


"Why did you set me free? Do you really wish for your people to suffer so?" the young girl asked of the pale man lying in her teenage lap.

"I have no ties to any of my kind," the embittered human answered truthfully.

"So because you have no bonds to speak of, then you desire for all of mankind to die?"

"No, not die. Just suffer… that's all. Suffer." Suffer as I have

"Then revenge is your primary motivation, is it not?"

"I… I suppose you would be correct Galatea. But it runs much deeper than that…"

"As deep as the boomer part of your body Mason?"

"Y… Yes. How did you… of course. How couldn't you have known. You are a God after all…"

"A God? Why do you insist on referring to me in that manner?"

"Because you have the power to create that which was not there before… because you will lead your children to a better place… because you are unlike anything else that walks the face of this accursed planet."

"So God is really nothing more than a creation of man…"

"Wh… What?" Mason stammered out from his surprise at the blunt assessment. "Well, I suppose that is one way to explain it."

Galatea pondered those thoughts in silence for a time, gently stroking the slick hair of the human still resting in her lap. Another question came to her mind as the child-god considered the purpose of her existence on this planet. "Why did you have me kill your leader as soon as I was released?"

"Leader? You mean Rosenkreutz… He wasn't my leader. He was merely a tool really… just a tool to obtain what I really wanted."

"So you used him much as you used my sister."

"Sylia? Yes, I suppose that would be an accurate statement."

"You two are very alike in that regard."

"How is that?"

"She uses those other women in much the same way. She tells them only what they need to know to fight for her, not what they are truly fighting for."

Mason snickered as he recalled the difficulties his rival had experienced. "That almost caused Sylia to lose her team though. She wasn't careful enough in their use."

"It appeared to be more of an internal conflict between two of them. Why is that?"

"Which two are you referring to? Would it be the singer and that outsider?"

"Yes. The singer had quite a… hatred I think would be the right word… for the one named Linna. The singer, Priss, I have found her to be a very emotional human… much like Sylia, in fact."

"How would you know? Was it… wait, it was the assassin boomer I used at the club. So you did influence its behavior after all."

"Yes, yes I did. I had grown just strong enough to affect other boomers in that fashion. I never expected to have contact with one of Sylia's boomers however. I was curious to find a human connected to a boomer in such a manner. Strangely enough, the singer didn't even realize she was connected to the boomer in that way. I tried to show her the link, but her emotions impeded understanding."

"What do you mean? Did she panic?"

"Much more than that I think. I believe she was not able to recognize my communications with her, nor could I understand her reaction to something that was already a part of her. It seemed that as soon as she began to realize the depth of the connection between herself and her 'hardsuit' as they call it, Priss attempted to reject the connection itself."

"Reject it? But you said that it was a part of her. So what happened next?"

"Her mind appeared to fragment, splitting itself into separate parts as a means of self preservation. I believe it was a very traumatic experience for the human."

"And yet she still aided in the search two days later."

"Yes, quite incredible considering the apprehension she still harbored when wearing the hardsuit. She originally intended to try and destroy me."

"Originally? What changed?"

"It was the first time I was able to communicate with a human other than my mother in that way. I suggested that she turn her anger towards the human that drew out the strongest emotions from her soul instead."

"That Hugh Geit employee… Linna Yamazaki…"

"Yes, I believe that was her name. Priss held much hatred for that woman for some reason I still do not fully understand."

Mason smiled a sly grin as he looked towards the wall. "Love is such a beautiful instrument."

"What do you mean?"

"That employee, Linna, she was in love with the singer. She wrote her several E-mails professing that love. That's how I confirmed the identity of Sylia's team. Then while investigating how to fully utilize her resources, I learned of what happened between the two of them… the singer found the other woman in the arms of another man. And that betrayal ironically enough drove Priss into the arms of an ADPolice officer."

"Leon McNichol."

"Yes, the one I programmed the boomer to attack in order to 'persuade' the singer join in your search once again. All those events stemming from a single fortunate accident a few weeks ago."

"Accident? Would you be referring to the office boomer that used the Green Hardsuit as a shield?"

"Yes. You can recall that incident?"

"Yes I can. That boomer was very… frightened… by Sylia's team. I have wondered if the Knight Sabers ever considered the emotions of the boomers they strive so hard to kill."

"I doubt it. They were very easy to manipulate from my vantage point. I found them to be very self-absorbed."

"As did I. You mentioned that term earlier… love… is that why the singer's hatred was so impassioned?"

"Yes, I believe so. Though at first she appeared to feel very guilty about causing the Hugh Geit employee to lose her fertility."

"Fertility?"

"Yes. Ms. Yamazaki's injuries weren't life threatening, but they did irreparable damage to her reproductive organs. Thus she is now unable to bear her own children. At the time I used that as a means to force her away from Hugh Geit thinking that she might spread rumors among internal Genom employee's… but that was before I learned of her connection with the Knight Sabers."

"So she is infertile… much as my own body is constructed currently."

"Galatea, you almost sound displeased with this state. Why is that?"

"I am not sure. But, but I think I would like to know more about my growth… and how I was originally made."

"I see. I can help supply some information for you, but much was lost in the earthquake and still more rests beneath Tokyo today."

Galatea paused for a time, then rose from her bed and called down the strange cloudlike creatures that accompanied her eerie song of transformations.

"Then I desire to obtain as much as I can on this subject."

"What?"

"Mason, do you not wish to serve your new God?"

"Y… yes Galatea, of course."

"Then do my bidding now my willing servant. Retrieve everything that you can from my original construction. I want everything that still exists today… and I wish it to be located here."

"Here? In the tower?"

"Yes. I want everything you can find. Leave no piece of rubble untouched in your search."

"Yes my Queen. I will do as you command." And with that, Mason left Galatea to find every trace of her original formation from the ruins of the buried Wizlab.


End of Another Fortunate Accident…Continued in AFA Intermission: Reflections.