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Title: Less than Human

Author: Zoë Blade

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Less Than Human


A short story by Zoë Blade


  © 2008 Zoë Blade.  Distributed under a Creative Commons
  Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.


From the roof of the legal bookstore, I have a clear shot at my target,
Jon Russell.  He's sitting down at a table outside a café where
Chancery Lane meets Fleet Street, sipping a cardboard cup of coffee.  I
briefly ponder how ironic it seems that he's actually bought a drink;
it must be for show, although there's no way that he can tell that
right now he has a very specific audience.

Even in the sunshine, the guiding beam of my tripod mounted rifle is
brightly illuminating a thick circle of skin on his neck, just below
his white beard, but even if any of the passersby can see infrared as
well as I can, they won't have time to do anything even if they notice
it. My eyes are already over two years old now, but they were expensive
enough at the time to still be considered detailed even by today's
standards.  With their magnification, I can see the circle of light on
his neck clearly, growing steadier with every passing second as a
familiar cocktail of drugs calms my metabolism.

I try not to let the laser's fan distract me.  The guidance beam's one
thing, but the main laser, the one that generates the lethal pulse,
gives off heat like you wouldn't believe.  With the midday sun shining
straight down on me, the laser needs all the cooling it can get, and
the fan sounds like someone's standing next to me, drying her hair.

Once I can hold the laser still enough, I brace myself.  For just a few
precious seconds, I let myself ponder the consequences of what I'm
about to do.  I'm about to execute this guy, but although he's broken
the law, I'm no sheriff.  I think about the effect that what I'm about
to do will have on people who look up to Jon Russell, and that makes me
nervous.  I have nothing against them; if anything, I actually
sympathise with their cause.

I put the thought out of my mind.  It's unprofessional, a pause at best
and a hindrance at worst.  It's far too late to start developing
emotions at this stage of my career, after months of training and
almost three years of missions.

I pull the trigger, just for half a second, my eyes momentarily
shielding themselves from the visible end of the beam on his neck.
There's no recoil on my weapon, giving it the eerie feel of a
simulation.  The only sign that it's firing is a loud popping noise
like someone squashing a bag of crisps.  It's over in an instant.  I
can almost convince myself that I haven't done anything wrong, but not
quite.

The bright circle is instantly replaced with a gushing stream of blood,
pumping out in rhythmical bursts.  His cardboard cup drops to the
floor, and I unscrew the rifle from the tripod, duck below the top of
the brick wall of the bookstore, fold up the tripod and put everything
in my holdall, hidden beneath a pair of jogging bottoms.

In a fleece, t-shirt and designer jeans, I hopefully pass for someone
on her way to one of the gyms scattered around the legal district,
where people who help corporations sue their customers for a living
would feel far too inconvenienced by taking a detour on their way home
just to stay in shape.  I put on a pair of designer sunglasses to cover
up my designer eyes, as if anyone could spot their telltale trademark
without being close enough to kiss me, then I pull the scrunchy out of
my hair and tie it in again, keeping my dark brown ponytail as taut and
professional as it is glossy.

By the time anyone can work out what happened to Russell and where the
brief burst of energy came from, I'm already half way down the fire
escape.  By the time anyone's dialed the emergency services, I'm
already briskly walking down Fleet Street and out of the scene.


"Remind me why I had to kill Russell."  I drop my bag onto the desk of
my boss, Mike Vegas, and it lands with a satisfying thud.  Frankly, I'm
glad to be rid of the evidence, if only until tomorrow.

"Because it's your job."  Mike slides the bag under his desk without
even glancing at its contents, then finally looks up to meet my gaze.
His facial expression looks as blank as usual to me, but a piece of
software I installed on my eyes starts flashing up a translucent yellow
warning sign, pointing out that he's making tiny involuntary
movements--a momentary flicker of the cheek here, a curl of the lip
there.  Nothing a human could consciously spot, but my eyes have a
sufficient refresh rate and resolution to pick up that sort of thing.
The bottom line is that he's uncharacteristically uncomfortable, for
whatever reason.

"You know what I mean," I continue.  "He was hardly violent.  Don't you
think that actually having him taken out was kind of overkill on
Godin's part?"

"It's not our job to question our clients' motives, only their ability
to pay.  Besides, he was a liability.  Copyright violation is one of
the most serious crimes there is these days, given the structure of our
fragile economy."  He gets up and makes his way to a shelf filled with
various photos and figurines, where he pours himself a shot of whiskey
from an expensive looking decanter.

As he glances back at me, I decline his offer of the same with a subtle
shake of my head.  Call me paranoid, but in my line of work, I never
could feel comfortable if I was anything less than a hundred percent
sober.

"They couldn't just have him running around pirating their intellectual
property," Mike continues.

"But it's _food_," I protest.  "It's not like it's a rich kid's luxury
like music or films.  There are homeless people I've seen eating decent
meals thanks to him."

"There are plenty of public domain staple foods.  The homeless can eat
the same handouts as the starving children in Africa: rice, grains,
vegetables, pulses.  No one's trying to stop people from eating.  They
have more than enough to live on."  He takes a sip of his drink.  "All
Godin want to do is ensure the uniqueness of the very specific dishes
served in their chain of five-star restaurants, so don't give me any of
that melodramatic bollocks about starving homeless people just because
they have to eat boiled rice and steamed vegetables instead of _foie
gras en brioche_."

"It still doesn't feel right."

"Which brings me to my next point.  Have you given any more thought to
my offer?  Most people would kill for another free synaptic implant."

"That all depends on the implant.  The uplink to the Mesh and the map
are all well and good, but I'm still not sure about suppressing my
emotions.  It just seems so... inhuman."

"As opposed to all the drugs you take to calm you down as you make the
hit?"

"At least they wear off after a few minutes."  I walk past the shelf
and look out the window at the scenic view of the city, taking a moment
to watch the clouds drift along in the summer breeze.  The trees are
such a vibrant green this time of year, they look somehow unreal, set
against the pale grey concrete blocks that people waste their lives in.
I quickly inspect all the nearby rooftops, making sure nobody's on any
of them.  Old habits.  "You know, I've been thinking a lot lately, and
between the implants and the drugs, I'm beginning to feel less and less
like a real woman and more and more like some kind of machine, just
efficiently fulfilling her job role and nothing else."

"Efficiently?"  I hear Mike practically choking on his drink.

I turn back around to face him.  "Is there something wrong with my
performance?"

"I've been running over the encrypted video feed of the hit that your
eyes sent me."

It wasn't exactly a secret he kept from me that when I was on the job,
my eyes sent an encrypted live broadcast straight to the office, hidden
in the Mesh's entropy.  Talk about your body betraying you.  I had to
take Vegas's word for it that he couldn't spy on me when I was off
duty. It was something I tried hard not to think about every time I had
a shower.  Just the thought gave me the shivers.

"You stalled.  Your heartrate had slowed down just fine, you were as
calm as a cow, and yet you didn't fire until almost five seconds later.
Why the pause?"

"He was drinking a cup of coffee at a table.  I could tell he was going
to be there for at least another two minutes.  It made no difference."

"I didn't ask you if you thought it would make a difference.  I asked
you why you paused.  I hire you because you're the sort of woman who
knows better than to take unnecessary risks.  Why did you wait so long?"

I let myself sigh.  "OK, so I felt a _little_ empathy towards the
target.  He'd never hurt anybody.  I mean, I read his profile.  He was
essentially a good man."

"Which is exactly what I'm talking about.  We can't afford to let your
personal opinions and morals slow you down when you're at work.  Those
profiles are there to help you to better understand the targets, to
better predict them, not to make you feel an emotional attachment
towards them.  You can do whatever you want at home, donate your wage
to charity, I don't care, but when you're out in the field, I need you
to be there for me, performing at a hundred percent."

"Yes, sir," I say reluctantly.

He talks into his glass as he swishes around the remaining dribble of
whiskey, as if he has trouble meeting my eyes for once.  "Someone will
meet with you on your way out."

This takes me by surprise.  I don't need the red warning label that's
suddenly superimposed over my vision to tell me that something's wrong.
"Who?"

"A doctor.  I'd like to run a few checks on you, just to be on the safe
side."  If he's not outright lying, then my software's convinced that
he's at least hiding something from me.

"Checks?"

"Yeah.  Checks."  He takes another sip of his drink.

My paranoia starts to kick in as I realise how easy it would be for him
to kill me, just as long as he took me unaware.  For all my jacked up
reflexes and painstakingly learned skills, in light of the new wholly
artificial employees our rivals have been raving about, I'm starting to
look a lot like an old Decca television set in a room full of Sony
projectors.  In all likelihood, Mike would have had me killed months
ago already if I wasn't still so damned good.

"And Suzi?"

"Yes?"  Our eyes meet again, at last.

"Do yourself a favour.  Don't get emotionally involved.  It's just
business."

"I know."  I walk out the door, not looking back.


"Well, all your tests show you're operating within specs," says the man
that Mike claims to be some sort of medical doctor.

"That's a relief," I say sarcastically.

"Nevertheless, I'm still concerned about these certain imperfections in
your performance.  I just can't seem to find a neurological or
physiological source for them."

"Did it ever occur to you that I'm only human?"

A grunt serves him as laughter.  "Isn't that your main selling point?
From what I hear, you're Mike's poster girl.  Maybe even the whole
industry's."  He looks me up and down, and I fight the urge to pull out
the knife I'm carrying and gouge his inferior eyes out.  "Shame no one
knows what you look like."  Perhaps sensing my obvious discomfort, he
changes the subject.  "You know how few of you there are left in your
line of work?"  By 'you,' I assume he means humans.  "Less than a
dozen, by our estimates.  Worldwide.  You're a rarity."

I let myself flash a brief smile.  Professional pride.

"A dying breed, you might say," he adds with a chuckle.  I feel my
whole body tense up.

"There's one more test I'd like to carry out on you.  It will take
several hours, but thankfully I don't actually need you to be present
for it so you can go and do whatever you like.  I just need to take a
relatively quick backup of your brain's neural pathways first, then you
can go home and get some rest."

"A neural backup?"

"It won't hurt, I promise."  Another warning sign pops up next to his
face, and I finally decide it's time to kick into defence mode.
There's no discernible change from an outsider's perspective, but
inside my brain and its hardware, a dozen little defence applications
are springing to life, waiting for my signal that they should start
wreaking havoc.  I usually slip into this mode several times a week,
but in my line of work it's safer to err on the side of paranoia.
"What's this really for?  Insurance in case I mess up?"

"I can't slip anything past you."  The doctor grins, revealing two rows
of surprisingly well worn teeth.  "Let's just say your employer doesn't
like to take chances, and you're the best person in the business."

"From what you're saying, I'm pretty much the _only_ person in the
business."

"Exactly.  Now, please, lie down here while I perform a quick scan of
your neural pathways.  It'll only take a few minutes."

For some reason, I black out.


I feel rain on my face, a light drizzle.  My nostrils fill with the
scent of wet plants and damp soil.  I open my eyes to discover that I'm
lying on a park bench less than a mile from my flat.  That's never
happened to me before: I've always stayed awake just fine for brain
scans in the past, both objectively and subjectively.  I summon my
clock application, its translucent display fading into my vision and
out again for just long enough for me to tell that I was out for almost
two hours, which is about right for the journey home.

I stand up, a little giddy at first, and tentatively start to make my
way through the park.  By the time I'm striding through the streets,
stepping around all the puddles on the pavement, I've had a few minutes
to reflect on the day's events.  I decide not to let Mike or his crony
doctor get to me.  Let him be pissed off at me.  I'm the last human
assassin.  Replacing me with an android would be a terrible PR move,
and he knows it.

Still, I can't overlook the fact that _something_ is terribly wrong,
although it's probably just healthy paranoia on my part to assume that
it concerns me at all.  Maybe he's just shielding me from some dull
business problems he's having.  Whatever it is, I'm glad I don't have
to think about it anymore tonight.

As I walk into my driveway, I think about how I can spend the rest of
the evening.  Maybe a hot shower followed by a stir fry and a nature
documentary.  Both the matter and the subject matter were popular
torrents on my favourite Swedish tracker the previous week.  It really
puts my job into perspective when I'm reminded how the human race is
the only species that isn't still wrapped up in daily life-or-death
struggles for food, or at least, not for copyright free food.

As I approach my block of flats, for some reason I feel uneasy.  I
realise something's wrong, although I can't quite work out what it is
yet.  I switch to defence mode yet again as I press the palm of my hand
against the security pad, look into the retina scanner and open the
door as quietly as I can.  To my surprise, my eyes' apps seem to have
been upgraded.  I have them set not to update automatically, which
means they must have been switched while I was out from the brain scan.
No wonder I lost consciousness: they'd been altering me, not just
passively examining me.  I switch modes again, figuring that it's
better to take my chances on my own, rather than risk firing off
unknown software that could do anything from crash to sabotage me.  I
creep along the corridor, then open the door to my flat just as quietly.

I switch my eyes to +IR mode so that they overlay the infrared
frequencies of the electromagnetic radiation around me over the top of
the human-visible ones.  The eerie glow of the walls and pipes is
familiar enough, but the human sized and shaped blob glowing in the
living room isn't.  I switch the vision to only twenty percent infrared
overlay so that I don't have as much information to distract me, and I
brace myself.

I keep two katanas hung up decoratively on the wall in my living room,
and with the element of surprise I might manage to grab one before the
intruder knows I'm there.  I have no idea if he or she is even armed,
so I don't want to take any chances.

The blur moves like she or he is about to stand up, so I run into the
room as quickly as I can and grab a katana.  Despite bracing myself,
I'm not prepared for what I see next.

                            * * *

The figure dashes for the other katana, then leaps back to the other
side of the room so we can properly study each other.  I can see her
clearly now, from her thermal imprint to the deep brown colour of the
artificial eyes hidden behind her epicanthic folds.  In every
discernible way, she looks identical to me.  She's even wearing the
fleece, t-shirt and jeans I picked out this morning.  Even more
incredibly, she looks just as confused as I feel.

"Oh, that's just perfect," she says.  "Did Mike send you?"

"_What_?"  I don't take my eyes off her.  Her face is serious; her
poise calculated.  She's ready to attack me without warning, just
waiting to know for sure that I'm a threat.  I nod, gesturing towards
her.  "Who _are_ you?"

"Suzi Yamada," she says.

"That's impossible!"

"Evidently it isn't."  She speaks without moving her head a single
degree, watching me carefully.  "Listen, I've had a _really_ bad day
today.  Some phony doctor tried to kill me earlier, and it doesn't look
like you're shaping up to be any friendlier."

"You killed him?" I ask.

"It's a habit."  She lunges towards me, her sword pointed directly at
my chest, aiming straight for my heart.

I manage to nudge her blade out of the way of my body with my own
sword, redirecting the force of her sprint away from me.  "I didn't
come here to kill you.  Can't we just talk like civilised adults?"  I
then sweep my blade around, aiming to slice off her bicep, but she
similarly counters my move.  In a weird sort of way, it's exhilarating
to finally have a worthy opponent to fight--someone who could actually
beat me.

"Let me guess."  She swings her blade around to my hip and I counter
it. "The last thing you remember is Mike sending you to some creepy
bastard who gave you a brain scan, then you just woke up somewhere
strange."

"How do you know that?"  I try to stab her in the stomach, but she
sweeps my blade away.

"Surely it must have occurred to you by now that one of us is an
android."

"Actually, I'd kinda been preoccupied."

"So why'd they build you?"

"How do you know they didn't build _you_?"

"Because androids are damned near infallible," she says as I take one
last sweep at her neck.  "And you're better than me."

As I'm taking in what she's said, my sword's edge slices through the
air towards her neck.  I lunge backwards, managing to just barely nick
her skin instead of slicing her head clean off.  She starts to bleed a
tiny dribble of bright red blood, but I know she'll live.

"You've got a point."  I stare at the blood.  _Real_ blood.  "And
_we've_ got a problem."

"We can't trust each other?"

"Trust is simply a matter of being able to predict someone's moves.
Since I'm a pretty good facsimile of you, I figure we can both predict
each other just fine by working out what we would do in each other's
situation."  It just doesn't feel right calling myself a copy.  Have I
really become a commodity?  I keep my sword raised, on guard just in
case the other Suzi tries anything.

"So what's the problem?"

"Our boss tried to kill you."

"You mean you've had a change of heart?"

"I'd like to propose an alternative, but we're going to have to trust
each other."  I throw my katana onto the floor as a sign of good faith.
While I'm not exactly ready to commit _harakiri_ just yet, suddenly my
imitation of a life doesn't seem to be worth fighting for so hard.  I
figure that if either one of us lives on, I haven't really lost much.
The gamble's worth it, because if she'll go along with my plan--and I'm
pretty sure she will, because I'm pretty sure I would--then we can both
get what we deserve.


Mike doesn't get into his office until seven the next morning.  When he
sees me, he freezes, and for just a second he reveals fear in his eyes.

"You're early," he says.

I briefly wonder how much effort he's putting into keeping his voice
steady, trying his best not to give away how scared he is, but that
brief glance has already betrayed his fear.  He knows the doctor's
dead. I figure I should have taken him up on his offer a few months
back to join in his poker games.  I'd have made a fortune off him.

"I didn't get much sleep."  I figure I can trust him not to try to kill
me yet because I haven't revealed my intentions.  He's far too trusting
like that.  The right move would have been to kill me as soon as he saw
me in the room.  But he can't do that.  He needs me.  So I turn my back
to him, walking up to the window.

"Bad night?" asks Mike, feigning ignorance.

"You could say that.  When I got home, I found an intruder waiting for
me."

"My god!" says Mike.  "What happened?"

"I dispatched her, naturally."  The first rule in my line of work is
never trust anybody, not even somebody pretending to be your friend.

"_Her_?" asks Mike, pretending to be shocked by her gender, knowing
full well how rare human assassins are, let alone women.

I nod silently.

"Did she say anything?" asks Mike.

"No, nothing.  She didn't have a chance to."

"Wow," says Mike.  "I guess that's too bad, in a way."

I shrug.  "We all get what's coming to us, eventually.  She just wasn't
smart enough to quit while she was ahead."

Mike sighs.  "I'm not an idiot, you know.  You have to understand, it's
business, nothing personal."  He's sweating now.  I watch a little bead
of perspiration make its way down his forehead.  "How much do you know?"

I make my way to the shelf and pour a shot of whiskey.

"It's a bit early for that, isn't it?"

"Special occasion," I insist.  It always helps to inebriate your
opponent, to give yourself any edge over him that you can when it comes
to reflexes.  "I know how attached people can get to certain ways of
doing things.  The comfort of the familiar."  I look at my glass
thoughtfully.  "I think it's time to make a clean break."  I get
another glass, pour another shot, and hand it to him.  Raising my
glass, I declare a toast.  "To the future."

Mike has a dubious look in his eye like he knows I'm up to _something_,
just not what.  For a manager, he sure lacks vision.  He looks out the
window at the ant-like people all those floors below, oblivious to the
woman pointing a high powered laser rifle straight at him from the next
block along, and raises his glass.  "To--"

Despite giving my new business partner the order to fire, the laser
burst still somehow makes me jump.  I've never seen it up close before.
On the receiving end, it's deadly silent, the only sound being the
sloshed gurgles of the target.  The smell, on the other hand, is
overwhelming--searing flesh with a hint of burnt cotton from his shirt.

The great thing about biometrics is that they still work when the
person's dead.  With the help of Mike's eyes and fingers, it takes me
less than five minutes to drain his bank accounts--both his company's
and his own.  _Nothing personal_.


Sitting on a bench in the local park, I take a second to close my eyes
and just listen to the birds.  I open them again just in time to see a
young woman waving at me as she walks towards me.  To an outside
observer, she looks like she could be my identical twin.  I wave back,
smiling as I watch her familiar mannerisms from an unfamiliar point of
view.

She sits down beside me.  "How long do you reckon we've got 'til
someone realises what happened to Mike?"

I shrug.  "A few hours, maybe.  Long enough to get a few things from
our flat, move the money to a safe account, and walk away."

"Ah, yes, the money."  She smiles sweetly, a smile I've never seen
outside of a mirror before.  "What do you figure we should do with it?"

"I say we take what's owed to us, enough to start a new life, and give
the rest to Jon Russell's charity.  He did bring about this turn of
events, in a weird sort of way."

She nods.  "I guess so."  After a few seconds' silent reflection, she
turns to look at me.  "And us?"

"I've been thinking about that," I say.  "I think we could continue to
do what we're doing, only freelance.  If you're up for it, I mean.
We'd have to really start trusting each other, but at least we'd get to
choose our clients, and we'd get to stay human.  Well, you would,
anyway."

That smile again, turning into a broad grin.  "Twin assassins?  No one
would see it coming.  It's a hell of an edge."

"Exactly."  I smile back at my new business partner.  Maybe things
didn't turn out so bad after all.








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