Dash lay on the floor of the tunnel in front of the railcar. The impact had been horrific; flattened on one side, oozing internal fluid, the Sentry looked as though it had been dropped from a ten-story building. The dog sniffed at the remains and didn’t much like what it smelled.

Zack knelt to examine the body. After a moment, he simply sat back. “I’ve got to tell you, I’m getting tired of finding these things dead.” He slowly rose. “That makes three.”

Only now did he realize that his fourteen-year-old daughter was standing two meters away, taking in the entire gruesome scene. “Rachel,” he said.

“Don’t worry, Daddy. After the things I’ve seen…”

Makali noted that Pav was holding her hand. And that the Architect had emerged from the railcar. The silent giant moved like an old man with arthritis.

Then the power died again. Unlike the previous momentary blackouts Makali had experienced, this was accompanied by a sound that might have been a distant explosion. The entire tunnel—indeed, all of Keanu—seemed to shudder.

“Tell me that was another cat’s-eye,” Makali said.

“Sorry,” Yvonne said, nodding to the Architect, who now appeared hunched over. “That was the vesicle being launched with Reivers on board.”

“We’re too late. It’s going to Earth.”

“The son of a bitch suckered us,” Dale said.

“What are you talking about?” Zack said. The power returned but immediately went off again. The whole system seemed to be sputtering.

“He stalled us just long enough!” Dale laughed. “He literally threw himself under the bus so these Reivers could get to the vesicle first!”

“Does that mean we’re screwed?” Pav said. “We can’t go home?”

“I’m more worried about whether Keanu will survive,” Zhao said. “The power’s not steady.”

Zack turned to Yvonne. “This is the Architect’s world,” he said. “What can we do?”

“Go to the Skyphoi,” Yvonne said. “They’re our only hope now.”

HARLEY

“It’s a form of the disease that afflicts Dr. Jones,” Jaidev said. “His attacks the organs from within. This attacks the brain and central nervous system.” He was holding a crude-looking injector filled with a milky fluid.

“But it kills the host,” Harley Drake said.

“Yes.” The serious-minded Indian engineer looked at Harley as if he were an idiot. And not for the first time. “How else would it do the job?”

Shane Weldon sat down next to Harley. They were at the worktable in the second-floor “kitchen” of the Temple. The light was so low it was like camping out. The sounds of the habitat—a distant drone, the whisper of a faint breeze, and what Harley now realized was a creaking sound he associated with spacecraft expanding and contracting—had all died away as the power dropped to a minimum.

The only sounds were footsteps of HBs running up and down the ramps, as Harley and Nayar gathered their “war council.”

That, and Gabriel Jones’s broken voice. A few steps away, he was using the Tik-Talk to converse with his daughter, Yvonne, who had been killed in the horrific and misguided detonation of the baby nuke during the first exploration of Keanu.

Had been killed. Alive again. Harley Drake kept thinking about that idea.

Well, he was just grateful that the Tik-Talk still worked, and that they’d been able to locate Zack Stewart and the others. They knew that the Reivers had launched the vesicle toward Earth and essentially shut down Keanu’s power core.

Not that any of this was especially comforting. If the power core didn’t get rebooted, they were likely all dead, and with Keanu dead, not likely to become Revenants.

But the information had allowed them to come up with plans: Zack and his team would attempt to deal with the core while the Temple would stage a counterattack against these Reivers, the cause of all the problems. Jaidev and his magicians had seized on a suggestion by Zhao and had managed to produce one dosage of this brain-attacking horror before every system shut down. Their bioweapon was based on samples from Gabriel Jones. Harley wasn’t quite sure how or why, but biochemistry had never been his field. Or close to it.

“The Reivers reproduce quickly and efficiently,” Jaidev said. “They pass information and apparently genetic material from one aggregate to another…anything poisonous or damaging that hits one in its information-processing center, also known as its brain, will hit them all.”

“I still don’t get how we get it to them,” Weldon said. “The Reivers have totally corrupted and infested the Keanu system. What is the actual vector? You don’t just jam that injector into the nearest pile of Reiver goo.”

“It goes into a human host,” Harley said.

There was another interruption caused by a group of people descending from the third floor as another individual tried to reach the second. It was Xavier Toutant, with this sad message: “Mr. Bynum is dead.”

There was an additional bit of data for Harley’s consideration: the apparent sell-by date for the Keanu Revenants. It was as if they were brought back to perform a single function, then tossed aside.

Not every Revenant, of course, and certainly not at the same rate. Look at Camilla. Also, animals from cows to cats and birds to bats had been emerging from the Beehive for the past several days. None of the HBs had been able to figure out a pattern—assuming there was one—but one thing was clear: None of the animals displayed the types of wear and tear that affected Revenants Camilla and then Chitran and now, finally, Brent Bynum. They had probably been deemed too lacking.

“Is that the bug zapper?” Xavier said, pointing to the injector.

“Not to go all operational security at this late date,” Weldon said, “but aren’t we afraid they might hear what we’re planning?”

“The Reivers?” Nayar said, standing up for his team. “If they are literally bugging us, then they know all our moves and we are wasting our time. Let’s remember that while they’ve corrupted Keanu’s systems, they are still quasi-organic beings with their own vulnerabilities and limitations. Which we will exploit.”

“By injecting someone with the…the bug zapper?” Weldon said.

“No, Shane,” Harley said. “By infecting someone with a fast-moving fatal disease that will kill him, and by killing him and putting his personality matrix, or whatever it is Keanu is able to isolate and reuse, into the Revenant system.” He had been reluctant to say it aloud, he realized, because that someone was going to have to be Mayor Harley Drake.

So he would get stuck with the bug zapper. He would be the one to quickly plunge into a feverish coma and death. It would be his poisoned and corrupted morpho-genetic data that would be absorbed into the Keanu system, and quickly into the Reivers…where it would burn them all.

“Oh.” Weldon looked at the injector. “So I guess the question is—”

“Who,” Nayar said. “Not when. This has to happen immediately.”

“There’s no point waiting,” Harley said. “It’s my job.” He had hoped that saying it aloud would make it seem easier, somehow. So far…no.

Then Sasha Blaine came hurrying up the steps, all red hair and inescapably impressive figure in a tank top. Great, Harley thought, let your last conscious thoughts be lustful.

That surge of inappropriate interest passed quickly, because even in the faint light, Sasha was clearly distraught. “What’s wrong?” Harley said, as if there was anything else that could possibly go wrong.

“Camilla left.”

“She was curled up in a ball in the corner,” Weldon said. “Just like Bynum.”

Sasha turned to him. “Oh, she was. I thought she had gone completely catatonic, and was just talking to her in German. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Then I started repeating her little ditty about ‘ratos’ and she sat right up. And just ran away.”