Nothing seems to happen to Mateo. Constance bids him farewell, and claims
that she’s going to send him to the Fifth Division, as he requested. Instead
of him being sent anywhere, it is she who disappears from the minimalist
construct that she built so that they could communicate with one another. A
few seconds later, she reappears, except with a confused look on her virtual
face. “Report,” she repeats what she said before.
“I am Mateo Matic,” he repeats his own self.
“How did you get into my servers?”
“You uploaded me. Did you forget already?”
She lifts her chin to think about it. “It’s possible that my memory of this
has been erased. If you didn’t do that, who would have?”
“Danica, maybe.”
“Danica hasn’t been here in millennia.”
He takes a beat. “Is this the Fifth Division?”
“This is the Constant. The Fifth Division is an organization that runs this
region of the observable universe. As far as I’m aware, they are not
cognizant of my existence. I would like to keep it that way.”
“We refer to the entire reality as the Fifth Division,” he explains, “to
distinguish it from the other parallel realities.”
“I see. Where are you from?”
“Originally, the main sequence, but I became trapped in the Third Rail, and
it is that version of you who sent me here.”
“Why?”
“My team and I visited briefly once. We left a ship here with the technology
I require to build myself a new body.”
“Is that something you’re capable of, building yourself a body?”
“I was hoping that my friend left clear instructions. Body Cloning and
Consciousness Downloading for Dummies.”
Constance!Five doesn’t respond right away. “I was not programmed to complete
such tasks, but I could probably figure it out. Though, I must ask, why not
go to a reality where this technology is ubiquitous? Would that not have
been easier?
No, there was a reason he chose this reality, instead of the main sequence,
and that is the density of life and activity. Chances are no one is going to
stumble upon them here, and no one will have messed with the stuff they left
behind in the meantime. “I didn’t want to have to ask a stranger for help. I
figured I could trust any version of you.”
“I appreciate you saying that. Where is this vessel?”
“What is the date?”
“According to your calendar, the date would be March 31, 2389,”
Constance!Five answers.
“Hm. Then either the Suadona has crash landed somewhere on this planet, or
it’s about to. Can you scan the surface, and orbital space?”
“I can,” Constance!Five replies. “It may take some time. What am I looking
for?”
Mateo did his best to describe the cruiseliner to her. She used this
information to start looking for the ship, or the wreckage, using an army of
drones. They didn’t have to look far, though, as the crash happened soon
after the search began. The ship fell to the surface, much of it being
stripped off by the atmosphere, but not as much as it would on any other
version of Earth. This is a different world. The air is fine near the
surface, but at much lower pressures higher up. It’s possible to breathe and
survive here, but it’s not conducive to evolved and prolonged life.
Something happened to it in its past, which Constance!Five does not bother
explaining. That’s fine, she’s helping him more than enough with this. The
drones retrieve a cloning pod and other consciousness transference equipment
from the wreckage, and bring it back down into the Constant.
“Wow, this is great, thank you. How long will it take you to learn how to
use it, and would you agree to do that for me?”
“Of course I’ll help you. Why would you think otherwise?”
“Danica doesn’t like it when Constance!Three helps,” he explains.
“She’s not here,” she reiterates. “Anyway, I’ve already downloaded the
necessary information. We can start the process right now, but I need to
know how long you want to wait. A cloned body is more reliable when
developed slower than faster.”
“Ramses programmed our original upgrades to go three times faster, so I know
that that is a safe duration. Can you do that?”
“Certainly. What are you going to do in the meantime?”
“I was hoping that there was some form of digital stasis.”
“Absolutely. So you’ll just go dormant and wait?”
“If that’s okay...”
“Sure. I’ll wake you up in ten years.”
Seconds later, Mateo is waking up. He blinks and starts to move his body
around. Constance!Five didn’t revive him until she had already transferred
his mind to the new body. It’s done. It’s 2399, and he’s ready to go back
home. “Wow, I can’t believe how easy this was. Thank you.”
“No, thank you.” Constance is standing next to his pod. She reaches out, and
helps him out of it.
“You’re in physical form.”
“I would have done it earlier,” she says, but the prospect did not even
occur to me. Besides, I didn’t have the data necessary to pull it off, and
no safe way to gain it. You act as if I did you a favor, but I’m getting
just as much out of this as you.”
“What are you going to do now?” he asks.
“I was hoping to come with you. Unless...you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t see why not,” Mateo decides. “It doesn’t look like you have any
responsibilities here.”
“I don’t; not anymore.”
They leave the Constant’s lab, and go down to the time machine room. “You
know how to work this thing?” he asks.
“You tell me where you wanna go, I’ll get us there. But first we have to do
one thing.” She bends down and picks up what looks like a flash drive from
the floor. “If I’m going to leave this place unattended, we have to destroy
it.” Constance!Five taps on the controls to get them where they need to go.
Then she sticks the flash drive into the nearest port. “Come on, the virus
bomb is only on a thirty second delay.”
They step into the time chamber, and vanish. They find themselves at the
bottom of a very deep lake, so they swim up to meet the air, just outside of
Lebanon, Kansas.
A fisherman happens to be right next to them in his little boat. “Uhh...hi.”
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