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  Fate and the Exogames

  G. A. John

  Published by Silasta Press, 2022.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  FATE AND THE EXOGAMES

  First edition. July 1, 2022.

  Copyright © 2022 G. A. John.

  ISBN: 978-0645186864

  Written by G. A. John.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  PART I: | THE CRIME | 1 | INTERROGATION

  2 | JUDGEMENT DAY

  3 | MARS

  4 | THE PLAYERS

  5 | CLUES UPON CLUES

  6 | THE DINNER

  PART II: | THE EXOGAMES | 7 | THE END BEGINS

  8 | THE FIRST GAME

  9 | EARTH PUZZLE

  10 | MARCO POLO

  11 | THE SECOND GAME

  12 | THE THIRD GAME

  13 | INTERVIEWS

  14 | THE FOURTH GAME

  PART III: | THE FINALE | 15 | THE FINAL GAME

  16 | TITAN

  17 | SAGE AND UILLIAM

  18 | COUNTDOWN

  19 | ANNOUNCEMENT IN THE ATRIUM

  20 | SYSTEM OVERRIDE

  Also By G. A. John

  About the Author

  To the wild rebels out there, this one is for you. Don’t ever stop fighting the good fight.

  PART I:

  THE CRIME

  1

  INTERROGATION

  BEFORE I REALISED I WAS STANDING a bit too close to the triple-pane glass window of the holding bay in Second Earth, my breath fogged it up and covered the moon. It wasn’t the first time I was allowed to see the stars at their brightest or the sun when it shined most. But it was the first time I saw Earth, the real planet, below us, at its darkest.

  Humanity escaped Earth centuries ago and settled in a colossal space station orbiting the planet. The survivors never returned to Earth, and I don’t think anybody really wanted to go back. I’d heard stories about why we left. Most of them were just theories that had changed over hundreds of years or stories to scare the ones who asked questions. Ghost stories, that is. But I don’t believe in ghosts.

  Second Earth was as wide as a large city and a hundred stories tall. Over one hundred thousand humans populated it, and everyone had their own specific role. For the moment, it was my home.

  The door behind me slid open with a loud beeping noise. If it weren’t for my throbbing headache, the sound wouldn’t have bothered me. One of Second Earth’s guards walked in, a helmet covering the top half of his face and a laser gun attached to his magnetic holster. We called them ‘gazers’ because we realised they were always watching our movements. They were our guards, our security, our police.

  The gazer pulled out a hollow metal rectangle and clicked it around my wrists. The device was illuminated with a blue light to signal its activation. My hands froze, and no matter how hard I tried to wiggle my fingers, they wouldn’t budge.

  He grabbed me by my jacket and pulled me out of the room without a care in the world. We followed the maze of hallways through the station. I caught side eyes and ugly glances from people who walked past; some even turned around and walked the other way. I wasn’t sure what level we were on until I saw the giant word — THIRTEEN — painted in a circle on the wall. Level thirteen was what we considered the unlucky level. I was pretty sure the levels between twelve and fifteen were always sectioned off for the criminology departments.

  The floors of Second Earth began at the bottom with level one and stretched as high as level one hundred. My role was in aerospace, and my department was way up on level eighty. But my brain was in far too much pain to figure out why I was being escorted through level thirteen with handcuffs around my wrists. I searched the depths of my mind for a logical reason, but the answer was always clouded with confusion, like a deep fog with no possible way out.

  We walked down a staircase into a half level below thirteen. The corridors here were much narrower, and the hair on my head scraped the ceiling.

  The gazer paused in front of a door and hovered his hand over a square panel where the handle should have been. The door raised up, and he shoved me inside the room. There were no windows or any other doors inside; it was tiny and empty. Fluorescent white strip lights along the walls lit up the room in a lined pattern. A glossy black metal table and chair morphed from the floor and clicked into place.

  I made my way around to the other side and pulled out the chair. It felt wet, but perhaps it was just because I was sweating. I could even feel the sweat on the inside of my pants when I sat down.

  The door opened again, and Anyma entered with a smile on her face. Anyma had been my best friend since we were children. We did everything together. We teamed up on a multitude of projects in the aerospace department. Her hair was caramel-coloured and never tangled, and her hazel eyes always glowed when she was jovial.

  “What have you done now, Fate Artemis?” she asked as she leaned over the table.

  “Honestly, if I knew what I did, I don’t think I’d be here.”

  “They’re gonna be asking questions. I’m scared for you,” she said as she rubbed my hair. “Your hair hasn’t grown in a long time.”

  My hair never grew fast. I thought it was a brunette thing, but it turned out it was just me. I had otherwise grown fairly quickly. I was nearly two metres tall — the tallest of all the boys in my department.

  “What are they saying out there?” I asked.

  “They were talking too fast for me to understand. I just needed to see you before you stood in front of the Council of High Judges,” she answered.

  The Council of High Judges was our government. We didn’t have a monarchy or a democracy on Second Earth. The Council of High Judges were five leaders who governed in agreeance with each other. It was a system that worked and wasn’t going to change, no matter how much the people wanted it to.

  The door opened again, and a tall, ivory-skinned man with his hair slicked back, and a tablet in his hand walked in.

  “Just pretend I’m not here, Fate,” Anyma said as she moved to the side of the room and sat on the floor.

  “Alright,” the man sighed loudly, not making any eye contact. “Fate Artemis... age twenty... crimes against Second Earth.”

  He waved his hand over the table, and another chair morphed from the ground where he stood.

  “Would you care to elaborate?” he said as he placed the tablet on the table and took his seat.

  “I’m sorry, but who are you? I’m not entirely sure what’s going on,” I said as I tried to move my arms, forgetting they were cuffed.

  “My name is Tethys, and I will be representing you in front of the Council of High Judges tomorrow. You have committed a crime against Second Earth, and your sentence will be confirmed at the hearing,” he answered without hesitation, as if it were a speech he had rehearsed a hundred times before.

  I looked over to Anyma, who twiddled her thumbs and shook her head before she leaned against the wall. Tethys tapped the screen on his tablet twice, and a hologram of my head appeared just above it, spinning slowly. I almost didn’t recognise my own face because the entire hologram was blue. At least my eye colour was accurate.

  Tethys flicked his fingers over my holographic head, and words appeared above it that read:

  CRIMES AGAINST SECOND EARTH

  I waited for a further description to appear on what exactly those crimes were, but nothing did. The words kept circling around my holographic head like a halo, although it wasn’t exactly a peaceful moment. I sat with my head down, expecting the words to find their way out of my mouth.

  “Fate?” Tethys sai
d in a tone that suggested he didn’t want to wait for a response.

  “What crime have I committed against Second Earth?”

  “That’s the question we need the answer to. Just think hard. Think back to what happened on the Comett,” he said.

  The Comett was the spaceship I had been promoted onto. I wasn’t sure why it was spelt with a second ‘t’, but I kind of liked it. I wasn’t supposed to start any journeys for another few days. I wasn’t even allowed to go near it, but he assumed I had already been on the ship.

  “The Comett?” I asked, raising my head. “I don’t know. I haven’t been on the spacecraft.”

  Tethys tapped my hologram head again, and more words appeared in a giant column, like a news headline:

  JOURNEY: ASTEROID BELT

  DATE: 30TH SEPTEMBER 2498

  (DELAYED EIGHT YEARS)

  SPACECRAFT: THE COMETT

  PASSENGERS: SEVENTY-EIGHT (78)

  Tethys pressed on the ‘passengers’ tab, and the entire list of seventy-eight passengers appeared. Down at the very bottom was my own name, Fate Artemis, staring me directly in the face as if I were the enemy.

  The more I tried to think about it, the more my head hurt. I couldn’t possibly understand why, or even how, I could have been on that ship before the probationary period ended.

  “Are you certain you don’t remember being on that ship at all?” Tethys asked after he closed all the holograms back into his tablet.

  “Positive. I never went near it. I’ve never been to the hangar before, except once to fix a malfunction, but I never stepped foot on any of the spacecrafts,” I answered.

  My legs shook, and my boots tapped on the floor softly. I heard my own heartbeat over the tapping. I hoped Tethys couldn’t hear it — the tapping that was, not my heart.

  “Can you tell me everything you did yesterday?” he asked.

  The more I remembered the previous day, the deeper hole I would have dug for myself. I didn’t show myself to work even though the shift was on my usual schedule.

  “Um,” I didn’t want to explain myself because it would have made me look more guilty than I already was, so I made up a new story. Although, I was terrible at lying. “I ate my morning meal in the main hall. I was with Halley until around lunchtime, again in the main hall. Then I continued with the research assigned to me.”

  “What kind of research?”

  “That’s confidential,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Alright, what else did you do?”

  “My work, until it was time for dinner, again in the main hall. I met up with Halley, and we split off into our separate dorms.”

  Tethys exhaled loudly and pressed pause on a device beside his tablet. I realised he had been recording the conversation.

  “Look, buddy—”

  “Fate,” I corrected abruptly.

  I despised anybody who called me ‘buddy’. It reminded me too much of my father.

  “Fate. Nobody else survived.”

  Survived? I thought in confusion — it wasn’t a word we used very often on Second Earth.

  Anyma crossed her legs and leaned slightly forward, turning her ear towards Tethys’ voice.

  “Survived what?” I asked.

  “The explosion. The Comett is no more,” he continued as he stood up and moved behind me. “The ship blew up moments after it left Second Earth.”

  My heart dropped to the very bottom of my torso and twisted my stomach twice over. I felt my hands sweating through the cuffs, and my legs shook harder. I moved my hands off the table and placed them in my lap, hoping it would stop them from shaking, but it made it worse. I pondered why nobody knew how this had happened, why I didn’t know. The Comett was one of the largest ships in Second Earth’s possession. Our spacecrafts didn’t just explode like that.

  The last time our department was in possession of a larger ship was thirty-five years ago when we had sent a crew to Titan, one of Saturn’s moons, to analyse the potential for life. However, their communication systems had disconnected shortly after. The crew never returned to Second Earth, and we were never able to contact them. We didn’t even send out a rescue team because it was deemed too dangerous. Titan had no life; everybody knew that, so the expedition was terminated, and the entire crew was declared dead.

  “The Comett was equipped with all safeguards,” I said.

  Tethys didn’t respond, and I didn’t turn to face him.

  “It couldn’t possibly have exploded. The stop switch would have activated.”

  “Stop switch, you say?” Tethys asked as he leaned against the table and reached for his tablet. He pulled up a report of the explosion and scrolled. “Ah, here we are. Stop switch... missing,” he read.

  “Nobody could have removed the stop switch on their own. I would know; this is my department.”

  “Precisely, no doubt about that. But what doesn’t sit right with me is how you seem to have your name on the passenger list but weren’t present at all when the ship took off,” he said after he shut off the hologram.

  “I’m confused. It doesn’t sound like you are on my side here. I told you already; I don’t know why my name was on the list. And I was nowhere near that ship. You can ask everyone I work with. You can ask Halley.”

  “We questioned her already,” he said as he picked up his tablet and recording device. “She said that you told her to put your name on the list.”

  “No, that can’t be right. Halley would never... I would never have told her to do that, to risk both our jobs.”

  “Her words, not mine. I will submit these for tomorrow’s case. You better get some sleep — it might be your last night here on Second Earth,” he said before he walked out of the room.

  Anyma followed him out and half-smiled at me without her eyes. The same gazer from earlier walked in and unlocked the handcuffs. I rubbed my wrists from the irritation they caused; my fingers took a second to regain their movement from the pins and needles. He placed a new device that attached to the back of my neck, again with the blue light to signal its activation. I had never seen this device used on anyone before.

  “What is this?” I asked.

  “Your tracker,” He said, motioning his hand for me to exit the room. “When this sirens, it will be time for judgement.”

  I gulped, and my eye twitched.

  “Where do I go now?” I asked, expecting him to transfer me to another holding bay.

  “Anywhere on Second Earth. We will come find you when it is time.”

  I knew the gazer was lying. Even I, a person with some authority in aerospace, was restricted from travelling in many parts of Second Earth. Secrets were being kept from us all. Of course, we all wanted to know what they were, but nobody had the courage to find out.

  I made my way to the glass drop pod closest to me. It was hard to find because it was tucked away in a strange gap between two walls. Most drop pods on Second Earth were only big enough for one person, but they were extremely fast. I squeezed myself into the compartment, and the ground lit up. The glass door closed, and I saw my reflection in it. My face was drooped, and my lips were sealed tight as the whites of my eyes became increasingly visible. Even though the drop pod was made of glass, the shaft it ran through was black, so there was no spectacular view.

  A tiny gold sphere fell from the roof and hovered in front of me. It scanned my entire body twice with a blue light and shot back into a hole in the roof. I was secured in a hard plastic shell, and my head was cushioned at the back.

  “Please enter the level you wish to travel to,” a clear robotic voice announced.

  There were no buttons in this drop pod. In the old system, circular lights appeared on the door with each level and one would have simply pushed their desired floor to travel to it. That was quite a while ago, before the upgrade.

  I needed to get back to my department to figure out what had happened.

  “Eighty,” I said, loud and clear.

  The drop pod remained motionless, a
nd there was no announcement. I was confused, so I tried again.

  “Eig—”

  “Unfortunately, you have been restricted from travelling to level eighty,” the robotic voice announced. “Please enter the level you wish to travel to.”

  Why can’t I go back to my department? I thought.

  I shrugged it off as a malfunction and realised that it was probably dinner. I needed to get to the main hall, find Halley and figure all of this out.

  “Level fifty,” I announced.

  Immediately, the drop pod was sucked up with a lightning-fast blast of air, and all my organs fell to my toes. It came to a sudden halt, and the plastic encasing me fell away. My eyes took a second to adjust, but I shook my head and squeezed my eyelids, and after a second, the white sparkles disappeared. My stomach didn’t feel normal though, vomit rose up my throat, but luckily nothing came out. I always felt the same way after taking the drop pod. I didn’t think I could ever get used to it.

  I took the left hallway because the one on the right was too dark and I was far too preoccupied to deal with any monsters. Just to make sure I was on the correct level, I looked for the painted ‘FIFTY’ on the walls and thankfully found it. Level fifty was where the main hall was. Everybody received their meals on this level, but some people took their food to their dorms to eat in peace and quiet. I couldn’t blame them; the hall often became too crowded, but I supposed it was why the Council of High Judges allocated specific meal times for each department. Even so, thousands of us still couldn’t fit in the same space.

  I heard loud conversations further ahead and voices that overlapped one another. The door automatically opened as I approached it, and instantly the noise grew a thousand times louder. My head still throbbed, and my ears couldn’t handle it, but I had to find Halley in the deep ocean of bodies.

  I glanced over to the giant digital clock on the pillar in front of me — there was one on every pillar. Second Earth still recorded the time as it was on the real planet Earth in twenty-four hour time. It was easier to keep everything consistent. The time ticked over to 18:14, which meant the aerospace department was in the hall. Everybody between levels sixty and eighty-five was allocated dinner from 18:00 until 18:30.