The Gamma Intervention

The Synapex Connection

Below on this page is Part 14 of the science fiction story The Historical Archive. Previously, in Part 13, the Editor was put on the trail of a mysterious woman named Gamma. In search of more information about Gamma, the Editor returns to the Reality Simulation System.

Nyrtia has provided the Editor with a 'bookmark' for a particular time and place on Earth when Gwen Lucyny will be living with the femtobot replicoid ("Mr. Smith") copy of the Editor who long served as Manny's agent on Earth.

Now driven by clues received in a set of infites obtained from Nyrtia, the Editor suspects that Gamma might be able to explain his own mysterious origins as a tryp'At. In the Ekcolir Reality, the analogue of the Editor was human. Previously, the Editor learned that in the First Reality his analogue was Meppen, the Escapist. How was he transformed into a tryp'At within the Final Reality?

Part 14 of The Historical Archive (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)(Part 9)(Part 10)(Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)  

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I arrived inside the Reality Simulation at a location that was less than a mile from my childhood home. For some reason, Nyrtia had given me the body of my 30-year-old self, complete with a beard.

I was on a hillside in front of a recently-constructed house and I could see a 1960s-model car in the driveway. For a minute I gazed out at the tree-covered rolling hills which were showing the first colors of Fall. It was a warm evening of early Fall and I heard some noisy crows in the distance.

I turned back towards the house, which was actually a rather imposing three-story mansion built into the steep hillside. I rang the doorbell and was startled when the door opened, revealing the replicoid copy of myself who I had learned to think of as Mr. Smith. He stared at me, seemingly as surprised as I was.

I tried to make telepathic contact to my copy, but it seemed that Nyrtia was again blocking us from sharing a telepathic connection. I asked uncertainly, "Is Gwen here?"

I'd long been frustrated by my inability to telepathically look into the mind of my other copy, Irhit. Now, I suddenly realized that my ten-year-old self was nearby, and care must have been taken to make sure that I never telepathically sensed the presence of Smith in my hometown. 

Smith replied, "I'm expecting her home any time now. Come on in."

I walked into the luxuriously appointed house and looked around, admiring the artworks that were there on the walls of the entry way. He closed the door behind me then Smith asked, "Care for a drink?"

I was getting used to eating and drinking again and noticed that I was thirsty. I suggested, "Lemonade?" We went to the big, sparkling kitchen and he pulled a large pitcher of lemonade out of the refrigerator. 

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As he poured us each a tall glass of lemonade, Smith asked me, "You must be from the future... are you here to visit your younger self?"

I was struggling to provide a rational account of what had brought me to this time and place inside the Simulator. Smith put the pitcher back in the refrigerator and then he led me into a comfortable family room where he turned on a big television set which quietly murmured with the sound of an evening news program out of Boston. With a hundred memories of the 1960s bubbling up in my mind, I tried to focus on how best to explain myself to Smith. "This is actually a mission of self discovery. I'm hoping Gwen has some answers about the tryp'At... our origins..." I could see a look of amusement on his face.

For a time he seemed at a loss to know where to begin. Then Smith chuckled quietly, shrugged and told me, "I've had the pleasure of living with Gwen for the past two years. She can crawl through my brain with her telepathic abilities... she claims I'm not really tryp'At."

"I met Gwen a couple of years ago, when she was living in Australia." Smith did not show a reaction at my words. He'd already drained his glass of lemonade and now he set it on a creatively-carved side table beside his chair. I continued, "Gwen told me that she was sent to Earth in order to help deal with tryp'At infiltrators, but what exactly is Gwen's mission here?"

"Ya, I often wonder why Manny does not just teleport all the tryp'At off of Earth... but apparently they are useful." Smith asked, "Do you know Manny?"

I nodded. He shrugged and continued, "Manny expects Gwen and her mother to keep tabs on all the tryp'At agents who are living on Earth. I guess Manny has plans to make use of them at some point in the future."

I told Smith, "I'm surprised to find you here, living so close to where I... we grew up."

"When Manny told me to come here, I was surprised, too. She seldom explains anything. I asked why she was taking the risk of positioning me here, I got her usual mumbo-jumbo about the danger of temporal paradox. So... I remain ignorant. She told me to relax and have fun with Gwen. That was not very difficult." He smiled broadly.

The Gwen Intervention

"Does Gwen ever ask you to help watch the tryp'At?"

"Never. She does often ask me what I remember about my childhood. However, after being here about a year I discovered this..." He got out of his chair and went over to the big television set. Smith reached towards the back of the console and the image on the screen switched to a view inside the house where I grew up. I could see my ten-year-old self at the dinner table with the rest of my family. "Gwen can use this equipment to view every tryp'At agent on Earth." He switched to television back to the network transmission and returned to his seat. "In all honesty, I think the only reason I'm here is to keep Gwen sexually entertained."

I thought about the one time I had met Gwen and was thinking that Mr. Smith had landed a nice job, but I asked, "Do you have a telepathic link to her?"

He shook his head. "A weak one... whenever we share an orgasm trance. However, when she is nearby, I can sense that she is deep inside my mind." For a minute or so, Smith seemed to reflect on what it was like to have Gwen in control of his mind. "She says that she is addicted to my semen and I know that I crave the way she can alter my brain's activity and make me feel..." Just thinking about Gwen had Smith sexually aroused. "According to Manny, she's going to take me off of Earth soon, so I should make good use of my remaining time here with Gwen."

I had the strange sensation that someone was moving through my memories. Then a car came up the driveway. Smith said, "Here she is!" He bounded out of his chair and went to the kitchen which had the doorway that led to the driveway along the side of the house. I could telepathically 'hear' Gwen say: You again!

It was either my memories of Gwen in Australia or possibly she was altering my emotions in real time, but I felt warm and sexually excited. I finished my lemonade and as I set down my glass, Smith and Gwen came into the room. They each had an arm around the other's back. Gwen asked me, "Did Manny send you here... or... this is your idea?"

I explained, "I'm hoping that you can help me. I'm following up on a rumor that you have a daughter... named Gamma."

They sat down on the sofa. Gwen shook her head emphatically. "I have no children... however, I was pregnant once."

Smith seemed surprised by this revelation. "You were?"

"That was ten years ago. It was part of my training for my mission here on Earth."

Smith asked, "What do you mean... Manny trained you how to avoid getting pregnant?"

Gwen kissed Smith's cheek and then rested her hand on the swollen lump in his pants. "No, silly. I have a G-sim... an endosymbiont that helps me control the minds of the tryp-At Interventionists."

I'd previously heard of something called a G-Sym and I thought that was what Gwen was talking about. But she could see what was in my mind and she corrected me, "No, a G-sim is biological, not a collection of nanites. It is an extension of my nervous system that allows my telepathic mind to resonate efficiently with a tryp'At brain. My mother also has a G-sim."

Gohrlay inside Many Sails

I asked, "Tanny is still in Australia?"

Gwen replied, "Oh, no, we both came to New England two years ago." She went to the television and flipped a switch on its complex control panel. An image of Tanny appeared on the screen. She was seated on a wooden dock and the soft glow of the western sky was behind her. Gwen said, "Hi, mom. Look who is here." She turned the television set to point directly at me."

Tanny seemed to be looking into the watch that was on her wrist. "Oh, no."

I said, "Hello, Tanny."

Tanny asked Gwen, "He's still insisting that we are inside a simulation?"

Gwen nodded, "Yes, that is his belief."

Tanny was out of her chair and walking up a wooded path. Somehow the camera or whatever device that was collecting Tanny's image moved along with her through that forest, always providing a good view of her. "It will take me about 45 minutes to get there."

Gwen switched the television back to the news program. She told me, "I knew she'd want to... see you." She went back to the sofa and cuddled up beside Smith.

I asked, "You know nothing about the Gohrlay Clones?"

"My mother told me about Gohrlay the robot."

Something seemed wrong. I had been misled into thinking that Gwen had given birth to one of the Gohrlay clones in 1959. But was it possible that Gwen carried inside her body a kind of mind clone of Gamma Gohrlay... now functioning as her G-sim? I reached for my glass and Smith saw that it now only contained ice. He said, "Let's have dinner."

We went into the kitchen and Smith refilled our glasses. Soon Gwen and Smith had dinner on the table in the dining room. We sat down and Smith and I began to eat. I asked Smith, "As an artificial lifeform, do you need to eat?"

"I enjoy tastes and aromas. But you are correct, I don't need to eat. And sometimes Gwen uses her feeding nanites."

"We're supposed to keep up appearances. Manny does not want us to blow our cover by not eating." Gwen took one dainty bite of her salad then said, "1959 was an interesting year. Of course, that's when you two were born, but it was also when I learned how to use my G-sim. Then we were ready for our mission. Tanny and I were teleported to Earth."

I suppose I should not have been surprised that the meal was to my liking. It had been prepared by Smith, a copy of me. I saw that neither Smith or Tanny was eating much. I put down my fork, deciding that I should not waste my precious time inside the simulator eating. "I wonder... maybe 'G-sim' is short for 'Gamma-sim'."

Gwen said, "Let me get this straight. Your wife is Zeta Gohrlay, but you lived for decades with her clone sister, Alpha Gohrlay?"

"Yes, and I've met one other Gohrlay clone, Yōd. There must have been others..."

Gwen suggested, "You can try asking my mother. She worked on other missions for Manny before our current one. She knows the whole story of how Grean stole Eternity from R. Gohrlay. To me, that is a folk tale from Deep Time."

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Gwen could not believe my Gamma-sim theory, but I felt pretty certain that I had discovered an important truth. Tanny and Gwen could use their G-sims to help Manny manage the tryp'At Interventionists and all the Gohrlay clones had the ability to telepathically link into my mind. Now it seemed obvious: the Bimanoid Interface had originally, far back in Deep Time, been designed to allow positronic robots like R. Gohrlay, built from the Gohrlay mind template, to control the minds of humans.

Gwen was following my thoughts. She told me, "But you are not really tryp'At."

I had no way of knowing what I was. Yes, I'd heard rumors that I was tryp'At, but that had never made sense. I'd had analogues in Deep Time long before the tryp'At were constructed. I'd emptied my lemonade glass again. Smith went to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine. He said, "With Tanny on the way, I need some alcohol. How about you?"

I laughed. "I'll have some wine."

Smith poured the wine and Gwen said, "Poor Tanny is rather lonely. Whenever she comes down from New Hampshire for a visit, she wants to get in bed with us for some sexplay."

Smith settled into his chair and suggested to me, "Manny brought me here to keep Gwen company... maybe she had similar plans for you and Tanny."

I suspect that Gwen was using her telepathic abilities to sexually excite me. My genitals were tingling inside my pants. However, my genitals were continuing to regress from their previously amplified dimensions. "If so, I'm afraid I'm going to be a disappointment for Tanny."

Gwen could see in my mind what I meant. She laughed and asked me, "Why did Nyrtia pump up your genitals and then take back that gift?"

"She made copies of Zeta and I who are now off in another part of this Simulation System. They are going to use their altered reproductive systems to craft a special pair of telepathic twins for Nyrtia. Mercifully, the bodies of the real copies of Zeta and I will be allowed to return to normal."

For a time I had to field a dozen questions from Smith and Gwen about the twins, then we saw headlights coming up the now dark driveway. Smith started clearing the table and a moment later Tanny came in and threw her arms around me. "So nice to see you again." She pressed her body against me and could fell my semi-erect penis inside my pants.

Gwen said, "We already ate. Can I get you anything?" She and Tanny both put a hand on the other's head. I suppose they quickly exchanged telepathic communications about me.

Tanny said, "Some wine will be fine. I ate earlier." She turned back to me and said, "R. Gohrlay told me that Gohrlay still exists as a biological entity. But she implied that Gohrlay was taken to a world of the Galactic Core."

We went into the living room and now Gwen turned off the murmuring television that was displaying some silly television show. I explained, "I've been told that in the First Reality, Manny took Gohrlay to a planet called Taivasila. However, I suspect that Manny has no qualms about making teleportation duplicates of Gohrlay. I usually call them clones, but that is a bad habit."

Tanny was not pleased by my theory about the meaning of 'G-sim'. She complained, "I'd hate to learn that I carry a copy of Gohrlay inside my body."

 I shrugged. "If your G-sim originated as an embryonic Gohrlay clone, then what now exists inside you is not really a copy of Gohrlay. Maybe it is an embroid mind clone that functions as an integrated component of your brain."

Tiavasila

Tanny shuddered and emptied her goblet. Gwen and Smith were starting to fool around over on the sofa. Tanny watched them for a minute and then Gwen looked at her mother. "Okay." She and Smith got up and went hand-in-hand up the stairway to the second floor.

Tanny came over and sat in my lap, carefully avoiding my swollen erection. She snapped her fingers and our clothing nanites splintered into rapidly dissipating clouds of sparkling nanites. She took hold of my erection and complained, "Not as spectacular as before, but I'm not going to complain."

"That's nice of you... particularly since there is nothing I can do about the size of my genitals."

She massaged my testes and said, "I can sense that you still enjoy it when these are squeezed." She kissed the tip of my penis. "Why didn't you bring Zeta along with you?"

"I'm worried that I might not be able to get back out of this Simulation without Nyrtia's help."

Tanny pulled me out of the chair and led me up two flights of stairs to the guest bedroom where she slept while visiting Gwen's home. Soon she had me on my back on the bed and she had my erection inside her vagina. She said, "So you are not planning to stay here?"

"No. I'm only here because I was hoping that Gwen could tell me about Gamma Gohrlay."

Tanny said, "Maybe I can change your mind."

I'll give her credit, Tanny tried hard to sexually please me, but my mind was swirling with thoughts about Zeta, 'our' twins and all the Gohrlay clones, particularly the mysterious Gamma. Then suddenly, Tanny was gone, the bedroom on the third floor of Gwen's house was gone and I found myself with Gamma Gohrlay. She waved a hand and I was placed inside a big warm robe. I could tell that she looked like a young version of Alpha Gohrlay, as I had known her decades previously. "Gamma?"

She nodded. "Yes. I got tired of watching you and Tanny."

I felt a telepathic link to Gamma that quickly intensified. Our minds are linked?

We have a good connection. Somehow your mind had been modified, allowing you to receive my thoughts. You were not born with that ability.

This might be a trick that Nyrtia is playing with the Simulation System. She might be giving me access to the Bimanoid Interface 2.0.

Manny trained me for my mission with a Simulation, but it is hard for my to accept the idea that I'm now in a Simulation.

What is your mission?

I coordinate all of Manny's agents on Earth.

I asked: Where are we?

I teleported you here to my workshop. This is the part of Eternity that used to be the headquarters for the orbho.

Nyrtia

Speaking out-loud, I asked, "How old are you?"

"I'm 30."

"You were born in 1939?"

"I don't think I was born in this century. It is complicated. Manny sent me back in time."

"You're from the future?"

"Somewhen in Deep Time Gohrlay was cloned. Teleportation duplicates of that clone were made and archived at various points during her life. I must have been made along with the Alpha and Zeta versions who I see in your mind, but from an early age I was trained for my mission dealing with the tryp'At problem. That's why I'm here in 1969."

I mused, "So you are an expert on the tryp'At."

"Yes."

"You must know my mother."

"Well, I know the woman who gave birth to you, but she may not be your biological mother."

"Why do you say that?"

"You are not tryp'At. Someone went to a lot of trouble to make you seem to be a tryp'At who had been altered by developmental control nanites so as to appear to be human. However, as far as I can tell, you are genetically human, but your brain was modified during embryonic development so as to take on the structure of a tryp'At brain."

I was startled by Gamma's bizarre account of my origins. "Then why wasn't I born with telepathic abilities?"

"Your birth mother must have suppressed your telepathic abilities. This is often done with tryp'At who are born on Earth. It is a trick... a way to let the tryp'At blend in with the human population of Earth."

"How many tryp'At are there on Earth?"

Gamma laughed. "Don't be alarmed... there are not that many. By my count, there are only 37 on Earth right now. They come and go by teleportation, so there may be one or two new arrivals that my team has not yet identified." She shrugged. "Yes, we stay busy keeping on top of this infestation."

I asked Gamma, "So is it you who controls the behavior of the tryp'At or the agents on Earth, like Gwen?"

Gamma explained, "My mind is linked to agents like Tanny, and also Gwen, by their G-sims, which function like my mind clones. There really is no clear distinction between the sub-minds of our network. Of course, my brain is the executive node of the network. I automatically receive their thoughts, but they are only aware of me if I allow them to become conscious of my thoughts. Which I seldom do. I often link to Tanny, but only when she is sleeping."

"Why is that?"

"I can see in your mind that you have a similar thing going on with Yōd, who can communicate with you telepathically while you are asleep."

Yōd

"I'd link telepathically to Yōd while awake... if I could."

"I don't want Tanny or any of the agents on Earth knowing how much I control them through our telepathic network. But Tanny gets lonely and horny, so I often link to her mind while she sleeps and we have our telepathic sexplay." 

I looked around at the strange devices in Gamma's workshop. "Do you get lonely here?"

"No, I live here with Beta."

"Beta Gohrlay?"

"She's over visiting the Writers Block today."

I was not pleased to know that I had been designed and constructed so as to have a mind that could be easily controlled by Gohrlay. I'd long had the fear that through my whole life my behavior had been controlled by my replicoid, Irhit, but now I was imagining that Gohrlay could have been guiding my thoughts for decades. Gamma was following my thoughts and told me, "You don't know that Alpha ever took control of your mind and forced you to do something."

"True, but I also don't know that she didn't."

The Writers Block

"So now you want to return to your Zeta?"

"Yes, I need to be getting home. I thank you for explaining about the G-sims. However, I need to find out if I can exit this simulation." I was tempted to go visit the Writers Block before departing from Observer Base, but I firmly made up my mind to return home and I popped out of the Simulator.

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Above on this page is the last part of a science fiction story called The Historical Archive. 

Related Reading: a follow-on story, The Prisoner of L2.

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