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Elizabeth Bear - Hammered

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Once Jenny Casey was somebodys daughter. Once she was somebodys enemy. Now the former Canadian special forces warrior lives on the hellish streets of Hartford, Connecticut, in the year 2062. Racked with pain, hiding from the government she served, running with a crime lord so she can save a life or two, Jenny is a month shy of fifty, and her artificially reconstructed body has started to unravel. But she is far from forgotten. A government scientist needs the perfect subject for a high-stakes project and has Jenny in his sights. Suddenly Jenny Casey is a pawn in a furious battle, waged in the corridors of the Internet, on the streets of battered cities, and in the complex wirings of her half-man-made nervous system. And she needs to gain control of the game before a brave new future spins completely out of control.

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Elizabeth Bear

Hammered

Jenny Casey 1

This book is dedicated to

Dr. Richard P. Feynman and

Dr. Robert L. Forward

for being unable to put down a puzzle.

Acknowledgments

It takes a lot of people to write a novel. This one would not have existed without the assistance of my very good friends and first readers (on and off the Online Writing Workshop for Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror) especially but not exclusively Kathryn Allen, Rhonda Garcia, Jaime Voss, Chris Coen, Ilona Gordon, Jean Seok, Derek R. Molata, Tara Devine, Chelsea Polk, Caliann Graves, James Stevens-Arce, Michael Curry, and Larry West. I am even more deeply indebted to Stella Evans, M.D., to whom I owe whatever bits of the medical science and neurology are accurate; to M.Cpl. S. K. S. Perry (Canadian Forces) and Capt. Beth Coughlin (U.S. Army), without whom my portrayal of military life would have been even more wildly fantastical; to Leah Bobet, my native guide to Toronto; to Thomas Ladegard, whose firsthand experience in the sewers of Hartford proved invaluable; to Stephen Shipman for handgun tips; to Asha C. Shipman for listening to me curse (and type) late into the night; to my copyeditor, Faren Bachelis; to the North Las Vegas Police Departments Lt. Ed Finizie and Officer Marion Brady for giving me some idea what it means to be a big-city cop; to Dena Landon, Sarah Monette, and Kelly Morisseau, francophones extraordinaire, upon whom may be blamed any correctness in the Qubecois especially the naughty bits; to Jennifer Jackson and Anne Groell for too many reasons to enumerate; and most especially to my husband, Chris, for staying married to me not only through the third novel (blamed for many a divorce), but through the fourth, fifth, and sixth ones, too.

The failures, of course, are my own, with one exception: Jennys completely wrong about the squirrels.

Editors Note

In the interests of presenting a detailed personal perspective on a crucial moment in history, we have taken the liberty of rendering Master Warrant Officer Caseys interviews as preserved in the Yale University New Haven archives in narrative format. Changes have been made in the interests of clarity, but the words, however edited, are her own.

The motives of the other individuals involved are not as well documented, although we have had the benefit of our unique access to extensive personal records left by Col. Frederick Valens. The events as presented herein are accurate: the drives behind them must always remain a matter of speculation, except in the case of Dr. Dunsany who left us comprehensive journals and Dr. Feynman, who kept frequent and impeccable backups.

What follows is a historical novel, of sorts. It is our hope that this more intimate annal than is usually seen will serve to provide future students with a singular perspective on the roots of the civilization we are about to become.

Patricia Valens, Ph.D.

Jeremy Kirkpatrick, Ph.D.

BOOK ONE

0307 hours, Wednesday 29 August, 2062

Hartford, Connecticut

Sigourney Street

Abandoned North End

I never sleep if I can help it.

So when somebody starts trying to kick down my door at 0300 hours on a rank hot summer night, it isnt quite the surprise for me that it might be for some people. When the noise starts, Im sitting on a gouged orange plastic chair in my shop. I drop my old-fashioned paperback book, stand, and draw my sidearm before sidling across oil-stained concrete to flick the monitor on. Smart relays in the gun click on in recognition of my palm print, too quietly for normal ears to hear. The air thickens in my lungs; my heartbeat slows ominously.

And then I curse out loud and go open up the big blue steel door, holding the safetied pistol casually in my meat hand while the metal one turns the knob.

You wanna pound the damn door down? I accuse, and then I get a good look at the purple-faced kid dying in Razorfaces arms and Im all somebodys sergeant, somebodys mother. Not that the two are all that different.

Ah, shit, Face. This kid is hammered. What do you expect me to do with this?

Face shoves past me, skirting a dangling engine block and a neat pile of sheet metal, two of his boysteenage hoods trailing like ducklings. He doesnt answer immediately. Even as I take his name loudly in vain, Razorface carries the baby gangster gently around the scarred steel lab table that holds up my hot plate. He lays the kid on my cot in the corner of the shop, wrinkling the taut brown blanket. Razorface, Razorface. Gets his name from a triple row of stainless steel choppers. Skin black as velvet and shoulders wide as a football stars. The old kind of football, yeah.

I know the kid: maybe fourteen, maybe twelve. His name is Mercedes. Hes rigid, trying to suck air and failing. Anaphylactic shock. Besides that, dark red viscous blood oozes out of his nose, and his skin looks like pounded meat. The nosebleed and the wide-open capillary color of his face are dead giveaways, but I give him the once-over anyway. Then I grab my kit and lug it over, dropping to my knees on the cold damp concrete beside the cot. Bones and metal creak. The room reeks of Razorfaces sweaty leather, the kids blood, diesel fuel. Once it would have made me gag. I aint what I used to be.

Can you fix him, Maker?

Faces boys stand twitching just inside the doorway.

I fumble in my kit, finding epinephrine, the long needle. Even as I fill a syringe I know the answer. Nah, Face. Theres no fucking way. But I have to try. Cause Face is one of mine, and the kid is one of his.

I dont look at the punks. Will one of you two be so fucking kind as to lock the goddamned door?

Derek, Razorface says, do it, and the taller of the two shoots him a sullen-jawed look and stalks away.

I know already, from the color of Mercs skin, but I need to ask so I turn my grim expression on Razorface.

Whatd he OD on? Please God let me be wrong.

They can break you of religion, but they cant break you of praying.

Face holds out a twist of pills, and a chill snakes up my spine. I reach out with my metal hand and take the packet away from him, squeezing the ends to pop the slit. Putain de marde! Yellow pills, small as saccharine tablets, with a fine red line across the diameter. Rigathalonin. Hyperex.

We used to call it the Hammer.

How did a two-bit piece of street trash get his hands on something like this? And just what on Gods gray earth do you think I can do for a kid who chewed down a handful of Hammers, Face? But I dont say that. I say, How long ago? When did he take them?

Face answers. An hour ago. About an hour ago, and the taller gangster starts to whine.

I glare up at Whiny. Shut up. How many of these did he take? Anybody see? Nothing that I can manage that anybody can manage is going to make a difference for this kid. If Mercs central nervous system isnt already so much soft-serve, Im not a card-carrying member of the Teamsters Union.

One, Whiny says. I curse him for a liar, but the other one Dopey? Doc? backs him up. Allergic reaction? Merci Dieu. I drive the needle into his flesh, through cartilage, into the spasming muscle of the heart.

He quits twitching and his eyes fly open, but theres nobody home. Ive seen it before. The funny purple color will drain out of his face in a couple of hours, and hell be just like any other vegetable. I should have let him kick it when I could. Kinder than letting him live.

Youre a hard woman, Jenny Casey. Yeah, well, I come by it honestly. Shit, I whisper. Another kid. Shit.

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