Phantoms

are you?” Bryce demanded.
    The moment he spoke, he felt foolish. He couldn’t just talk to a computer as if it were another human being. If he wanted to ask a question, he would have to type it out.
    SHALL WE HAVE A LITTLE CHAT?
    Bryce turned away from the terminal. He went to the door and leaned outside.
    The others looked relieved to see him.
    Clearing his throat, trying to conceal the fact that he was badly shaken, he said, “Dr. Yamaguchi, I need your help here.”
    Tal, Jenny, Lisa, and Sara Yamaguchi stepped into the field lab. Frank and Gordy remained outside, by the door, nervously surveying the street, where the daylight was fading fast.
    Bryce showed Sara the computer screens.
    SHALL WE HAVE A LITTLE CHAT?
    He told them what had flashed onto the video displays, and before he was finished, Sara interrupted him to say, “But that’s not possible. This computer has no program, no vocabulary that would enable it to—”
    “Something has control of your computer,” he said.
    Sara scowled. “Control? How?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Who?”
    “Not who ,” Jenny said, putting an arm around her sister. “More like what .”
    “Yeah,” Tal said. “This thing, this killer, whatever the hell it is, it has control of your computer, Dr. Yamaguchi.”
    Obviously doubtful, the geneticist sat down at one of the display terminals and threw a switch on an automatic typewriter. “Might as well have a print-out just in case we actually get something from this.” She hesitated with her delicate, almost childlike hands poised above the keyboard. Bryce watched over her shoulder. Tal, Jenny, and Lisa turned to the other two screens—just as all the displays went blank. Sara stared at the smooth field of green light in front of her, and then finally keyed in the access code and typed a question.
    IS SOMEONE THERE?
    The automatic typewriter chattered, beginning the print-out, and the answer came at once. YES.
    WHO ARE YOU?
    COUNTLESS.
    “What’s it mean?” Tal asked.
    “I don’t know,” the geneticist said.
    Sara tapped out the question again and received the same obscure response: COUNTLESS.
    “Ask it for a name,” Bryce said.
    The words she composed appeared instantly on all three of the display screens: DO YOU HAVE A NAME?
    YES.
    WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
    MANY.
    YOU HAVE MANY NAMES?
    YES.
    WHAT IS ONE OF YOUR NAMES?
    CHAOS.
    WHAT OTHER NAMES DO YOU HAVE?
    YOU ARE A BORING, STUPID CUNT. ASK ANOTHER QUESTION.
    Visibly shocked, the geneticist glanced up at Bryce. “ That is definitely not a word you’re going to find in any computer language.”
    Lisa said, “Don’t ask it who it is. Ask it what it is.”
    “Yeah,” Tal said. “See if it’ll give you a physical description.”
    “It’ll think we’re asking it to run diagnostic tests on itself,” Sara said. “It’ll start flashing up circuitry diagrams.”
    “No, it won’t,” Bryce said. “Remember, it’s not the computer you’re having a dialogue with. It’s something else. The computer is only the means of communication.”
    “Oh. Of course,” Sara said. “In spite of the word it just used, I still want to think of it as good old Meddy.”
    After a moment’s thought, she typed: PROVIDE A PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION OF YOURSELF.
    I AM ALIVE.
    BE MORE SPECIFIC, Sara directed.
    I AM BY NATURE UNSPECIFIC.
    ARE YOU HUMAN?
    I ENCOMPASS THAT POSSIBILITY ALSO.
    “It’s just playing with us,” Jenny said. “Amusing itself.”
    Bryce wiped a hand over his face, “Ask it what happened to Copperfield.”
    WHERE IS GALEN COPPERFIELD?
    DEAD.
    WHERE IS HIS BODY?
    GONE.
    WHERE HAS IT GONE?
    BORING BITCH.
    WHERE ARE THE OTHERS WHO WERE WITH GALEN COPPERFIELD?
    DEAD.
    DID YOU KILL THEM?
    YES.
    WHY DID YOU KILL THEM?
    YOU
    Sara tapped the keyboard: CLARIFY.
    YOU ARE
    CLARIFY.
    YOU ARE ALL DEAD.
    Bryce saw that the woman’s hands were shaking. Yet they moved across the keys with skill and accuracy: WHY DO YOU WANT TO KILL US?
    THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE FOR.
    ARE YOU SAYING WE EXIST ONLY TO BE KILLED?
    YES. YOU ARE CATTLE. YOU ARE PIGS. YOU ARE WORTHLESS.
    WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
    VOID.
    CLARIFY.
    NOTHINGNESS.
    WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
    LEGION.
    CLARIFY.
    CLARIFY MY COCK, YOU BORING BITCH.
    Sara blushed and said, “This is madness.”
    “You can almost feel it in here with us now,” Lisa said.
    Jenny squeezed her sister’s shoulder encouragingly and said, “Honey? What do you mean by that?”
    The girl’s voice was strained, tremulous. “You can almost feel its