The Atlantis Plague (The Origin Mystery 2)

The male collapsed back against the wall of the cave. Had he been the chief of his tribe? Perhaps. He had led his people here—to the sea—where the fish could sustain them. But it was too late. These two would die here, in this cave, and it would be the end of their species.

My species too, Kate thought. They are my people, maybe the last of them. With one genetic change, I can save them. I can’t watch them die. I won’t.

Before she knew what was going on, she had hoisted both hominins onto her shoulders. The suit’s exoskeleton and computerized weight distribution bore their bulk with ease. They were too weak to fight back.

On the ship, she rushed them to the lab.

Their species was too young for a full genetic modification. That would kill them. She made a decision: to give them the genetic precursor. That would save them. But it would cause problems. She would be here to help them, to guide them, to fix the issues. She had all the time in the world, in the universe. She would raise them. Full activation would come later, when they were ready.

“What are you doing?” a man’s voice called from behind her.

It was her partner. Her mind raced. What could she tell him? “I’m…”

He stood there in the doorway, light spilling into the lab from behind him. Kate couldn’t see his face. She had to find out who he was. She stood, and walked toward him, but still she couldn’t see his face.

Kate knew he was waiting for her answer. I have to tell him something. I’ll use the truth, but spin it.

“I’m conducting an experiment,” she said, just as she reached him. She grabbed his shoulder, but the light still hid his face.

David wiped another sheet of sweat off Kate’s face. That’s it, I have to get a doctor. I won’t let her die in my arms.

He set her down on the bed, but she grabbed him and inhaled sharply. She gulped mouthfuls of air, and her eyes fluttered wide open.

David searched her face, trying to understand. “What the hell happened? I ran through the door, but—”

“I did it,” she gasped.

“What?”

“Toba. Seventy thousand years ago. I saved the dying humans.”

She’s delirious, David thought. “I’m going to get the doctors.”

She gripped his forearm tightly, and shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m not crazy. These aren’t just dreams. They’re memories.” She was finally getting her breath back. “My memories.”

“I don’t—”

“In 1979, I wasn’t just born from the tube—I was resurrected. There’s so much more going on here than we realized.”

“You’re—”

“I’m the scientist that gave us the Atlantis Gene. I’m one of the Atlanteans.”

PART III:

THE ATLANTIS EXPERIMENT

CHAPTER 72

Somewhere near Isla de Alborán

Mediterranean Sea

David tried to process what Kate had said. “You’re—”

“An Atlantean,” Kate insisted.

“Look, I…”

“Just listen, okay?” Kate had regained her breath.

A knock came from the door.

David grabbed his gun. “Who is it?”

“Kamau. We’re T minus one hour, David.”

“Understood. Anything else?”

A pause.

“No, sir.”

“I’ll be out shortly,” David called to the door. He turned to Kate.

“What the hell is going on?”

“I remember now, David. It’s like a flood, like a dam has broken. Memories. Where to start—”

“How do you have the memories?”

“The tubes—the Immari thought they were healing pods. That’s only half of what they are. They heal, but their main purpose is to resurrect Atlanteans.”

“Resurrect?”

“If an Atlantean dies, they return in the tubes, with all their memories, just as they were before they died. The Atlantis Gene—it’s more than what we think it is. It’s a remarkable piece of biotechnology. It causes the body to emit radiation, a sort of subatomic download of data. Memories, cell structure, it’s all collected and replicated.”

David stood there, unsure of what to say.

“You don’t believe me.”

“No,” he said. “I believe you. Trust me, I believe you. I believe everything you just said is true.” His thoughts drifted to his own resurrection, his rebirth, both in Antarctica and Gibraltar. He sensed that she needed him. She was going through something he couldn’t begin to understand. “If anyone in the world believes you, it’s me. You heard my story—my resurrection. But let’s walk through it. First things first: how could you have an Atlantean’s memories?”

Kate wiped the sweat from her face. “In Gibraltar, the ship was damaged, almost destroyed. The last thing I remember was going back into the ship. During the explosions, I was knocked out, and my partner… he grabbed me. I don’t know what happened after. I must have died. But I didn’t resurrect. The ship must have turned it off—either because it was damaged or there was no escape. Or maybe he turned it off—my partner.” Kate shook her head. “I can almost see his face… He saved me. But… somehow I didn’t return in the tube. In 1919, my father put Helena Barton—my mother—in the tube. I was born in 1979. The tube is programmed to bring the Atlantean back to the moment it died. It grows a fetus, implants the memories, then matures the fetus to the standard age.”

“Standard age?”

“About my age now—”

“The Atlanteans don’t age?”

“They do, but you can disable aging with a few simple genetic changes. Aging is just programmed cell death. But it’s taboo for the Atlanteans to disable aging.”

“It’s taboo not to age?”

“It’s seen as… oh, it’s hard to explain, but a sort of greed for life. Wait, that’s not exactly right. It’s that and it’s a sign of insecurity—forgoing aging signifies clinging to an unfinished youth, as if you’re not ready to move on. Forgoing death implies a life unfinished, a life one is not happy with. But certain groups are allowed to disable aging and maintain the standard age—deep-space explorers being one group.”

“So the Atlanteans—” David hesitated. “You’re… a space explorer?”

“Not exactly. I’m sorry, I keep using the wrong words.” She held her head for a moment. “Will you see if there’s some kind of anti-inflammatory in the bathroom?”