Lucille cackled at her newfound power. Her Galaxy Zephyr was as big as the Milky Way used to be. At her command, the Galaxy Zephyr’s limbs moved so slowly—and their movement was so distorted by the speed of light—that time no longer had meaning. Perhaps centuries passed as the Enemy Hurricane’s thumb descended.
That thumb was trillions of times their size. Lucille rubbed the Galaxy Zephyr’s hands along its sternum. “Hakase, if you’ve got a last-minute scheme, now’s the time.”
“I know, I know.” Professor Akayama squirmed her bird-like body in Zephyr-Alpha-Purple. “I’m merging with our Hurricane Armor.”
“You just got here,” said Daisuke. “You can’t leave now!”
“I’ll leave a wireless puppet in my stead.” When Akayama opened ZAP’s hatch, her body split into two. One piece merged with the Galaxy Zephyr’s Hurricane Armor. The other piece was a three-foot tall bird-pilot, which sat squarely in ZAP’s chair. It called to Lucille: “buy time.”
“I trust you, bird-thing.” Lucille moved ZAB’s monitors and pressed buttons to display the leader of her computer specialists. “Release our secret weapon.”
She made the Galaxy Zephyr reach into its belly-button, where the computer specialists were stationed. The Galaxy Zephyr pulled out their payload: a metal pill relatively large as a baseball. She pitched it at the descending thumb.
The Enemy Hurricane frowned with all its mouths. “What’s this?” asked its eyes.
“Saigo no chansu,” said Lucille. “Since realizing your vulnerability to viruses, we’ve built you the suicide option.” She folded her arms; Charlie and Daisuke directed the Galaxy Zephyr to fold its arms identically. “If you absorb that metal pill, it will kill you. It’s your only way out on your own terms. You’ll die today or wish you had.”
“Ha!” The Enemy Hurricane let its thumb smash the metal pill. “Your confidence betrays you. I am humanity! You are leftover trash! I wouldn’t waste an instant considering mercy.”
“Yare yare daze.” Lucille kept her arms crossed.
As Akayama merged with the Galaxy Zephyr’s Hurricane Armor, her mind spread through the whole galaxy-sized humanoid. “Have we our water world?”
“It’s here.” Her Hurricane floated the water world to the Galaxy Zephyr’s heart. After being bombarded by asteroids, the water world looked like Earth used to.
“Gimme.” Akayama caused Hurricane flesh to swell around her water world. “When Earth was destroyed, its particles were scattered across the galaxy. When you absorbed the Milky Way, you collected Earth’s quantum ash.” She gathered the debris from Earth’s destruction around her water world. “We will remake Earth’s population from their scattered and mixed corpses.” She compiled ash into earthworms. “It’ll take lots of statistics.”
“We’d better be quick about it.” Because they communicated at the speed of thought, the thumb only now destroyed the Galaxy Zephyr’s metal pill. “How long will it take?”
“Eternities,” thought Akayama. “Even having our water world to build on, reconstituting Earth’s population from its rubble is an impossible task, computationally. It would take eternities—but we have eternities to spend.”
“No we don’t,” thought her Hurricane. “The thumb’s coming down!”
“We’ll make eternities!” Akayama wirelessly instructed the bird-pilot of ZAP to contact Lucille. “Commander! Permission to accelerate space-time itself!”
“Ganbatte!” Lucille had no idea what Akayama meant. “I believe in you, bird-thing.”
The Galaxy Zephyr’s chest boiled. Akayama focused her consciousness back into her own body. “I’m Nakayama now, understand?”
“Yes!” The Hurricane’s Mountain fired her body at the water world. Nakayama spread wings from her lab coat to dive at the largest island.
As she dove, Nakayama inspected wreckage from the tidal waves. The fruit trees were smashed—but pine trees survived, as did the birds. She was relieved to see all the islanders living atop the mountainous main island, safe from floods. “Nemo! Virgil Blue!”
“Akayama!” shouted Nemo. He alone stood guard of the centipede bushes, wearing navy blue robes.
“I can’t apologize enough for the floods.” Nakayama landed beside him. “You’re a wonderful parent, saving your children like that. I hope you enjoyed fruits while they lasted; I’m sure at least some coconuts survived besides the pines.”
Nemo nodded like he understood, but he didn’t. Mist from the floods still made rainbows in the sky, and the horrifying tidal waves were still fresh in his mind.
“I’m recreating Earth’s people on your planet.” Nakayama swept her wing across the horizon. Nemo assumed she was explaining the rainbows. “The land from the asteroids should be sufficient.” She mimed asteroids crashing into the oceans. Nemo assumed she was explaining what he already knew: asteroids caused the tidal waves, floods, and rainbows. “I’m assembling the ashes of Earth into the principle components of its population. It will take generations upon generations of simulated humans, who will represent the diversity of Earth’s life more and more accurately over time. When these simulacra die, the information they represent will recycle in my Hurricane, then return to your world in a series of machine-learning processes. You’ve eaten centipede, so if your immortality ever wears off, you’ll be recycled as well. You could feed your children centipedes to link them to my Hurricane and let them cycle after death.” How could she convey this without words? She made an arm, plucked a centipede, and held it to her Hurricane, which filled the sky like rusty clouds.
“I know I can’t explain this verbally. Please, let me give you my knowledge.” She hesitated; she couldn’t just stick a tentacle into Nemo’s skull. She’d transfer data the old-fashioned way. “While testing prototypes of my mind-merging technology, I checked the memory banks by storing files I had on hand—mostly public-domain philosophy texts, and my favorite manga. It’s all still in my legacy files.” Nakayama’s robes pulsed and released thousands of books, which propelled her skyward. “Learn what you can from them. I promise I’ll return.”
Nakayama zoomed on steam back into the sky. As soon as she merged with the Mountain, she wirelessly instructed ZAP’s bird-pilot to shout: “Commander Lucille! Prepare to fire our Super Heart Beam!”