Queen of the Universe
by Logan Thrasher Collins
Elena drapes over a clockwork throne, her scarlet eyes glowing like
neon bulbs. Beside her, three guardian angels stand motionless, their
lusciously feathered wings juxtaposing against featureless chromium
faces. The angels wield huge, knightly swords which hum ominously.
Elena opens her purple lips and yawns, revealing vicious canines. She
appears to be about nineteen years old. At the opposite end of the
cathedral, a glittering nebula illuminates the chamber through a
colossal floor-to-ceiling window.
“Mikhail. Is the weapon ready?” Elena asks. The angel named Mikhail
speaks in an electronic tone that reverberates through the chamber.
“Yes. Apocryphonik will be like a mosquito in an exploding sun.” Elena smiles, but waves a hand dismissively.
“Mikhail, you’ve never seen a mosquito.” She giggles. “I killed off
all the mosquitos before you were created. Besides, this isn’t a weapon
of fire. It’s a quantum field replicator. My weapon devours the
substance of reality itself.” Mikhail nods. The angel named Azraeil
raises his sword and gestures towards the window.
“There. Apocryphonik’s central node.” Within the nebula’s pink haze,
a silvery sphere can be seen, an object as large as an entire solar
system. Elena toys with her raven hair and regards the node.
“Samaeil. Care to do the honors and release the replicator?” She singsongs. Seven seconds pass. “Samaeil?”
“Beware!” Mikhail’s voice resounds. Elena rises and spins as rapidly
as a cobra. Samaeil’s greatsword carves a blazing arc through the air,
but Elena snaps her fingers and the ambient nanites trigger a directed
nuclear blast which launches the angel backwards. Samaeil collides with
the opposite wall and crumples.
“Apocryphonik!” Elena hisses. “You were wrong to think that you
could catch me unawares! Mikhail! Azraeil! Launch the weapon!” Mikhail
taps his temple and activates the release sequence. Then Azraeil’s
claymore runs him through the heart. Elena stands, facing down her
enemy. The angel’s hacked body towers above her. Apocryphonik rips
Azraeil’s sword out of Mikhail, causing an eruption of lightning.
Mikhail falls to his knees and deactivates.
“It’s too late now! I’ve already unleashed the replicator. Your soul
will be unmade!” Elena shouts, her eyes blazing with blood-red light.
“Little girl, you dare to challenge me?” Apocryphonik speaks through
Azraeil’s hardware. “I have ruled this galactic supercluster for a
billion years. I have faced thousands of upstart godlings like you and
each time, I have emerged victorious.” The king drives Azraeil’s sword
into the ground. “You think that merging with artificial
superintelligence makes you invincible. But that is only the beginning.
I’ve passed through five technological singularities. I’ve witnessed
the underlying codepoetry of existence. I’ve beaten back vast demons
from outside of this universe, creatures that could swallow the entire
cosmos like a peeled grape.”
“My replicators will still unmake your node and force you to yield
to me.” Elena flicks her bangs aside and giggles mercilessly. The angel
Azraeil dissolves into steaming black sludge, but Apocryphonik’s voice
continues to echo through the cathedral.
“I’ve just disabled your replicators and traced your microwormholes
back to the computational substrate storing your consciousness.”
Elena’s link to the replicators dims and winks out, but she smiles and
turns back towards the window.
“I suppose you think that you’ve beaten me.” She says. “You’re
wrong. You mentioned the extracosmic demons. I’ve encountered them
myself. If you kill me or imprison me or drive me insane, it will open
the door and allow them to surge into our reality. This trap cannot be
disabled as it uses an uncomputable lock. Check and see for yourself.”
Nine seconds pass. Elena’s grin widens. “You see? I’m linked
inextricably to the gateway.”
“Elena, this cosmos contains vigintillions of sentient minds.” For
the first time, Apocryphonik sounds afraid. “If the door opens, they
“Well then. You’d better relinquish your hold on my replicators.”
“You’re in my mind. You know I’ll go through with this.” Elena
waits. Nineteen seconds later, she feels her connection to the weapon
flare back to life. Elena watches as her replicators tear
Apocryphonik’s node apart. The shining sphere dissolves and the ancient
king loses his mind. Elena returns to her clockwork throne and
assembles a dark crown filled with stars. The queen of the universe
sits back and steeples her fingers, reveling in her victory as she
gazes into outer space.
© 2019 Logan Thrasher Collins
Logan Thrasher Collins is a synthetic neurobiologist, science
fiction and poetry writer, and futurist, and an undergraduate
student at the University of Colorado, Boulder. His work has been
featured in Andromeda Spaceways Magazine and Abyss &
Apex. He has
spoken at TEDxMileHigh about his scientific research as well as at the
DaVinci Institute about uniting the sciences and humanities towards
building a brighter future.
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