Quantum Agitation
By Casey Douglass
Lunfar crackled and
fizzed as the stray transition particles jumped from his negatively
charged body to the positive conference room around him. He blinked.
Singed bodies littered
the large wood conference table, their limbs shrunken, the tang of
fried blood cloying and enveloping the room in a shroud.
Lunfar looked down at
the distorter gun in his hand. The nub on the end glowed red.
‘Status report
Lunfar,’ a voice crackled in his ear piece.
‘Assignment
completed.’
‘Full awareness?’
‘Negative. After
event appraisal only.’
‘Confirmed. Return
when your translocater has charged.’
‘Affirmative.’
Lunfar heard the link
click into silence. A small melody chimed in his other ear. The
translocater was ready. He looked at the scene around him and sighed.
You got one like this about three times in ten. They always
disappointed him the most. Not that he was a fan of killing. Quants
like him kept the timeline clean and running on a better course for
the Society. He didn’t fully understand the science but knew that
they harnessed quantum events to burrow through time and space. The
trouble with this is that every now and then, your body arrives a few
seconds ahead of your full mental faculties. This isn’t that
dangerous to a trained unit, but it still often left the Quant
standing bemused surrounded by a ‘job well done’ with no memory
of doing it. He sniffed.
He twisted his head to
the right and craned his neck to the right until it cracked. The
melody sounded again and he blipped out of existence.
