Volume Ten
Chapter
Four
Inside
Job
In
which Dodger gets a new helping hand
At
first nothing appeared to happen. Mr. Torque continued to stand still, eyes
closed, fists clenched. The ticking grew faster, winding to a steady hum.
Without warning, Torque released his fists and threw his arms back, thrusting
his chest out and standing ram rod stiff. Blue light crackled around the
machine, sparking off of the ends of Torque’s mustache, his eyebrows, his
fingers and feet. Every inch of him crackled, much in the same manner of the
spirit when touched. Then it was done. Torque relaxed, settling into a standing
heap. Wisps of blue smoke drifted away from the bristles of his mustache, like
blue ribbons unwinding into thin air.
“Mr.
Torque?” the doc said.
An
echoing voice issued from Torque’s mouthpiece, but it wasn’t Torque’s voice.
“D-d-doc?”
Lelanea
held her hands to her mouth with a gasp. “Washington?”
When
Mr. Torque opened his eyes, gone were the copper discs that usually clicked and
whirred as the mechanical man took in the world around him. Instead, the machine’s
eyes were a steady, bright blue, almost blinding to look at, as if each orb
were coated in a sheen of electric light. The same electric blue as the tube
itself. Torque glanced to the left, then the right, then straight ahead at
Lelanea.
“M-m-miss
L-L-Lelanea-a-a?” the machine asked in that eerie echoing falsetto.
It
faintly reminded Dodger of Washington Boon’s voice, only from very far off.
Lelanea
held out a hand, touching Torque on the cheek. “Wash, is that really you?”
“I-I-I
think so-o-o,” he said.
“I’ll
be a monkey’sh uncle,” Ched said.
“Di-i-id
it w-w-work?” Torque/Boon said.
“I
dare say it did, Mr. Boon,” the doc said. “How do you feel?”
Torque/Boon
brought a metal hand on his chest, tracing it down his frame in raps and taps.
“H-h-h-ollow-ow-ow. Like I-I-I’m here, but n-n-n-not”
“I
was afraid of that. The interface might need a bit of fine-tuning to halt the
echoing. But you can control the framework, yes?”
Torque/Boon
raised his hands over his shoulders and lowered them. He spun his head from
left to right, blinked his eyes, raised each foot, in turn, then jumped a few
times. “It w-w-would seem so-o-o-o.”
“Excellent!”
the doc shouted, and clapped joyously.
“Yeah!”
Sarah shouted and clapped as well.
“I
have to say,” Dodger confessed, “I am impressed. You really think he can work
this giant lumberjack of yours with the same ease?”
“I
would expect nothing less. I can adjust the vocal controls so he doesn’t sound
like he’s talking to us through a very long tube. Which, to be fair, he is.”
“It
w-w-will be-e-e good to-o-o be-e-e of use again,” Torque/Boon said.
“Nonsense.
You’ve been of use all the while. In your own way, of course. Only one more
thing to test. Mr. Boon, what is the square root of twenty five thousand, six
hundred and ninety eight?”
The
blue eyes flickered a moment. “I-I-I don’t reckon I kn-ow-ow. S-s-sorry sir-ir-ir.”
“Not
to worry, it is just as I expected. This means that while Boon is in the framework,
he can only control the physical aspects of the machine. He doesn’t have access
to the data source or other complexities.”
“You
mean he can work it like Torque, just not think like Torque,” Dodger said.
“Correct.”
“Show
he pullsh the mashinesh shtringsh like a marionette,” Ched said.
“Yes,”
the doc said. “Exactly. Very nicely put.”
“Jusht
shwell.” Ched crossed his arms with a grunt. “I deshpishe marionettesh.”
“Well,
luckily you’ll remain here with me, doing manual labor. We need to ready the Sleipnir
for the bulkiness of the PAUL.”
Ched
turned his head away. “I deshpishe manual labor worsh.”
“I
know, which is why it will be a great cathartic release to have you assist me
for once. Instead of just lazing about watching everyone else work.”
“I-I-I
can help now to-o-o, s-s-sir,” Torque/Boon said.
“Shee?”
Ched said. “You don’t need me after all.”
“Oh
contraire my fine, odiferous friend,” the doc said. “Boon, I mean Mr. Torque, I
mean, well the pair of them must accompany Lelanea and Mr. Dodger.”
“Why?”
Lelanea said.
“A
number of reasons.”
“Which
are?”
“M-m-miss
Lelanea-a-a?” Torque/Boon said “Do-o-o you-u-u not want me-e-e along?”
She
smiled softly, losing her hard questioning edge. “Of course I do.”
“Washington
will not be going,” the doc said. “I mean he will, but not like this. He is to
remain loaded in the cylinder until he is required to test on PAUL. No, I meant
for you to take Mr. Torque as Mr. Torque.”
Lelanea
returned to her previous doubt. “Why?”
“Aside
from him being the safest transport for Washington’s delicate cylinder, I think
the presence of Torque will encourage the town to trust you with PAUL. After
all, you already possess one mechanical man, certainly they will see the wisdom
of allowing you to purchase theirs.”
“Excuse
me for saying so, sir,” Dodger said, “but that seems like a mighty thin
premise.”
“Is
it?” the doc said. “Well then, let’s just say I think it would do Torque some
good to get out for a bit.” The doc began to pick at his lab coat, unwilling to
look Dodger in the eye.
Dodger
didn’t press the issue. “Whatever you say, sir.”
“Indeed.”
The doc cleared his throat, a classic maneuver for the old man following an
attempt to lie. “I have prepared a photovoltaic power source with a backup
battery pack. The battery should last a few hours before it requires a full solar
recharge. You must encourage Torque to remain in the sunshine as much as
possible. Every minute he keeps to the shade, his time will slip away.”
“Yes,
sir,” Dodger said.
“What
about PAUL?” Sarah said.
“What
about him?” the doc said.
“You
asked Mr. Torque for permission to stick that thing into him, but you sound
like you’re just going to invade poor PAUL.”
The
doc gasped. “I would never dream of doing such a thing, young lady.”
“Well,
what will happen to PAUL when Boon takes him over?”
“Oh
I see what you’re getting at. You mean, what will happen to PAUL’s personality?”
Sarah
nodded.
“PAUL
is only like Torque in the sense that they are both machines. But where Mr.
Torque has a fully functioning personality, I could never get PAUL’s to kick
in. I thought I wired them the same, but the big fellow never quite came into
his own.”
“So
he is just a machine, and nothing more?” Sarah said.
“Well,
he is more than a machine, but he isn’t quite like Mr. Torque, if that makes
sense?”
“I
think so.”
“You
ready to go, Miss?” Dodger said.
“Let
me change first,” Lelanea said as she looked down at her masculine attire. “If
I am to be married, then I suppose I should dress the part. Breeches aren’t
becoming to a new wife.”
“For
the record, I think you look just fine.”
Lelanea
snorted as she left the room.
“I’ll
go-o-o help her-r-r pi-i-ick out so-o-omething appro-ro-ropriate,” Boon said, following her in Torque’s shell.
“Can
I go to Boulder Shadow, too?” Sarah said.
“No,”
Dodger said. “You stay here with the doc. He’ll need extra hands now that Feng
is down.”
Sarah
stuck out her lower lip in a gentle pout.
“No
need to be so sullen,” the doc said. “If you’re very helpful, I will show you
how to work the Long Shot.”
“What’s
a Long Shot?” Sarah said.
“About
a thoushand to one,” Ched said, then chuckled to himself.
Sarah
eyed the not-dead man, unsure how serious Ched really was.
“Mr.
Dodger?” the doc said, rubbing his hands together. “May I talk to you a
moment?”
“Certainly,”
Dodger said.
The
doc cleared his throat, glancing back and forth between the driver and Dodger.
Ched
yawned.
“I
would like to speak with Mr. Dodger,” the doc said, glaring at the driver.
Ched
glared in return, but didn’t move.
“I
would like to speak to Mr. Dodger in private,” the doc said.
The
driver finally gave a whistling huff and stood. “Come on, Sharah. I’ll show you
my coin collecshun.”
“But
I don’t want to see your collection,” Sarah said. “I want to stay here and
listen to-”
“Sarah,”
Dodger said, giving her a glare equal to the doc’s.
She
matched Ched’s annoyed huff. “May I see your collection, Mr. Ched?”
“Shure,”
Ched said. “But we besht find a coin firsht.”
“A
coin?”
“Yesh.
Can’t have a coin collecshion without a coin.”
The
kid giggled as she followed Ched from the cab.
Once
they were gone, the doc drew closer to Dodger, and lowered his voice. “If you
haven’t guessed, there is a second reason I am so anxious to have PAUL back.”
“What’s
that?” Dodger said.
“His
power source. It’s … unconventional.”
“I’m
going to guess unconventional is another word for dangerous?”
“Correct.”
The doc gave a small nervous smile.
“How
dangerous, exactly?”
“It
is very similar to the train’s heart and the ICE machine.”
Dodger’s
gut twisted at the idea. “So you put a freeze ray inside of a walking axe?”
“I
know! What was I thinking? I was young and foolish. I wasn’t considering of the
consequences in equipping a free range machine with such a thing.”
“You
mean you never thought a maniac would try to gather all of your inventions and
try to use them as weapons.”
“Correct
again. And I know this is asking a lot of you, but please don’t let Lelanea
know about this. She worries enough as it is. I don’t want this to weigh on her
as well.”
“Whatever
you say, sir. I’ll do my best to handle it discreetly.”
“I
knew I could rely on you.” The doc sighed as he returned to his seat. “I feel
so bad about all of this. Like that monster’s actions are all my fault.”
“No
sir, don’t go down that road. It’s not your fault. You just don’t think like
some folks do. And don’t sweat it. I’ll make sure to get the power source, if
nothing else. We can’t have that mutt getting his hands on it.”
“Thankfully,
I don’t think he knows about it. I didn’t tell him about PAUL when he was
aboard, because I didn’t want Torque to know about it. And I haven’t heard from
the town since the transaction. For all I know, they’ve broken him and he is
sitting in some warehouse just gathering dust.”
“With
any luck.”
The
doc rubbed his hands again. “Now that is all sorted out, we can get on with it.
Fortunately, PAUL was fitted with something very similar to Torque’s cylinder
reader. He has a slot that allows the controller to change his pitch of grind
for his wood chipper feature. It is located in the machine’s chest, about the
same spot as Torque’s keypad. All you must do is slip the tube from Torque to
PAUL and wait. If Boon is able to take control, the results should be
immediate. If he is unable, then there will be no change and you can feel free
to abandon the project.”
Dodger
nodded his understanding. In truth, the whole thing sounded far more
complicated than needed. If he had it his way, they would slip in under cover
of darkness, poke Boon into this PAUL and walk out with the machine in tow. But
part of working for another was letting them do things their way. Or at least
let them think that you were going to do things their way.
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