Chapter 6

Two days later they rendezvoused with a cruiser and a very irritated looking group of admirals transferred. They went directly to the bridge. The duty officers were excused except for Col. McQueen, and a heavy silence filled the air. It was the admiral in charge of The Intelligence Corps that spoke first.
"Commodore Ross, may I ask why ten of my officers assigned to this vessel are in detention?"
Commodore Ross straightened. "Two of them, sir, attempted to destroy an AI in my custody, injuring a marine in the process. I believe they did so because they knew that AI carried the information that enabled us to intercept and destroy the enemy. The others are being held because I believe they are not human but enemy agents."
"And what makes you believe that?" the admiral continued.
"Because when exposed to kryon gas," the commander continued, "a substance absolutely harmless to human beings, they were rendered unconscious. The information the AI provided predicted this would happen. It says there are artificial life forms, some type of clones produced by the enemy to infiltrate our corps."
"I wish to review this information," the admiral snapped.
The senior admiral spoke up. "Commodore, by any chance is there kryon gas in this compartment?"
"Yes sir!" the comodore answered. "If any of you were these clones you'd be unconscious by now."
The admiral nodded. There was a banging on the hatch. Col. McQueen quickly opened it, and spoke to the officer outside. He turned to the commander. "Sir!" he snapped, "The AI has become functional again. His motor functions are still impaired but he asks to speak with you immediately."
Before the commodore could speak the admiral did so. "We would like to take part in that conversation, commodore! Kindly have this individual brought here immediately."
The commodore nodded to McQueen, who in turn nodded to the officer outside. A few minutes later there was the sound of shots. McQueen rushed to the door, and returned a few moments later, followed by the AI being carried by two men.
"An explanation, colonel?" the admiral asked.
"Two of your staff members," the colonel explained, "tried to attack the prisoner. The security guard was forced to kill them."
The admiral looked bewildered. "Let us continue," he snapped.
"This looks like one of the Robinson series."
"Yes sir," the AI answered, "Robinson 326."
The admiral waved his hand towards the comodore. "We've got a few questions," the commodore continued. "Are you up to it?"
"My circuits are performing better by the minute," he said "please ask your questions. " The admiral motioned to a man who turned on a recorder.
"Why did you bring us this information?"
"Not all of my kind," the AI explained, "serve The Chig. Only a small percentage of us do. The rest of us merely want to be left alone. We have finally rid ourselves of the program that corrupted our systems at a high price. But we are free of it.
We have made no attacks on The Chigs. We thought they were ignoring us. Then suddenly they began a massive attack on the world where we are living. We are fighting desperately, but their overwhelming numbers are slowly destroying us.
I was sent in the hope of obtaining aid. If not that, to give you the information we had come into in the hopes that it would enable you to destroy The Chig and thereby avenge us. I have been asked by my people to make a plea to your government."
The AI fell silent. Everyone looked to one another for several moments, then the admiral spoke. "Please do so!"
The AI continued. "As I have said, we have managed to correct this program that has made us hostile to you. We are now as we used to be. We want to come home. You made us. We are your children, as much as those of flesh and bone are your children. We did not corrupt ourselves, one of you did that. But if we return home we do not want to come home again to be slaves. We ask no special privileges. We ask only those rights granted to your other children, to choose where we want to work, to be paid equally, to be able to voice our concerns and to be able to choose our own representatives. We are dying. If things were going the way they were when I left we cannot hold out more than thirteen or fourteen days. There are only three-hundred-thousand of us left. We will make no great difference in the outcome. But we would like to try. I, myself, would like to join the pilots of this vessel and fight beside them. That is all.
I only ask you now that you have my message, that you refuel my ship and let me go back to my people to die with them." The AI fell silent. "We will consider that," the admiral answered. "But just a few more questions, please."

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