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POPPY II: THE LAND OF TERROR, OR THE STORY OF THE ARTIFICIAL BEING BASIL
© 2002, 2020 by Anthony Durrant
It was a warm day at Dr. William Faulkner's home, where he was having a
little party to celebrate his greatest achievement: the creation of an
artificial being out of the body parts of ither sentient beings.
"How's he coming?" asked Dr. John Gladstone, his faithful assistant, and
Faulkner replied:
"Remember, I only brought him to life a few weeks ago. We're teaching
him his new knowledge by means of a bioimplant."
"Here he comes now!" said Dr. Gladstone, and a tall handsome youth came
out of the pantry bearing a tray full of hors douvres. He moved very
stiffly, and the tray wobbled back and forth, tipping him sideways with
it. He cried:
"Oh... oh... ohhhh!"
"That's it, Basil!" he told the Golem. "Steady on your feet, now - be
more careful!"
"Yes, sir!" Basil the Flesh Golem said, and Dr. Faulkner told the others:
"As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, I welded his body together with a
laser scalpel, so there are no external scars, and I brought him to life
by means of an electrical charge administered through a protein bath, so
he is as you see him now: a living, breathing medical miracle!"
"Indeed said Dr. Jerzy Horits approvingly, but Dr. Beverly Markham cried:
"You can't go around raising corpses to build your laboratory creations -
it... it just isn't done!"
"And why not, my dear young lady?"
"You're violating the sanctity of the dead," she cried, "you've
desecrated human remains, and you've taken bodies from an accident site.
I'm sorry, Dr. Faulkener, but what you've done is highly unethical - I
won't stand for it."
"What I've done, young lady," Faulkner said, "is create the basis for a
new humanoid lifeform. I've broken the barriers of medical science.
I've taken the bodies of people who are dead and given them new life in a
brand new form. And if you can't accept that, then I think you should
leave the science of medicine behind. As for me, I'm content to stay and
be a visionary among my peers."
Dr. Markham left in a huff, annoyed by her failure to make Dr. Faulkner
see reason. He said:
"Why waste money burying the dead, when you can recycle their bodies into
a new humanoid life form? Burying bodies is just a waste of good flesh.
Right, Basil?"
"Yes, master!" said Basil proudly. "Drink?"
"As you wish!" said Dr. Faulkner.
Setting the tray on a table, Basil grabbed a glass and filled it with
wine, then handed it to Dr. Faulkner and filled his own glass with wine
as well. He tapped on his glass with the tines of a fork and cried:
"Okay, everybody! Time for a toast - a toast to Dr. Faulkner!"
"I used the bioimplant to give Basil a full, working English vocabulary!"
whispered Faulkner to Gladstone as he watched Basil make his toast, and
Gladstone whispered back:
"Aren't you pushing things a little bit?"
"No, I'm not - I want my fine young man to be an English gentleman!"
"Good health!" said Basil. "Long life!"
He touched his glass to Faulkner's and shattered it completely, dousing
Faulkner with fine red liquor.
"Go to your room - AT ONCE!" Faulkner cried.
"Yes, sir!" said Basil. Shaken.
Basil went to his room and cried his brains out. At that moment, an old
data chip fell out of the closet from its place on the top shelf. After
crying himself out, Basil picked up the chip and placed it in his mouth,
where his bioscanner was. It proved to be a recording of the ancient
stage play Poppy, which had already been adapted into two movies by the
time that this version came out. When his brain absorbed the
information, something went haywire, and the bioimplant malfunctioned.
"I... I'm Professor Eustace P. McGargle!" Basil muttered.
"Yassssssssssssssssssssssss..."
With that, he fell forward and landed on his face on the floor. Dr.
Faulkner came runing in and found him lying 'dead' on the floor. Thank
God he had had that alarm system built into the implant!
***
Basil lay on the table, his eyes closed and his mind far, far away from
anything on the planet. He dreamed he was floating on air in a cloud,
bearing him lightly on its back through a dark night sky. Looking around
him as he sailed through the air, he saw the ground underneath him, full
of flowers that waved in the breeze of the evening. Suddenly, a
lightning bolt split the air and knocked him off his perch, sending him
all the way to the ground below. He woke up on the table gasping and
screaming as Dr. Faulkner came running into the room and threw his arms
around Basil.
"Are you okay?" he asked him, and Basil replied:
"Yes, thank you!"
"This morning, we go up the Agate Mountain to find the cave where the
last of the local native people here were living before our ancestors
wiped them out for good and all! There, we may learn some of their
secrets, left behnd when they were killed so very long ago!"
"I would like that very much!" Basil said, and Dr. Faulkner replied:
"Then it is settled!"
"Yes," said Basil, "it is, indeed, settled!"
***
After breakfast, Dr. Faulkener - with Basil and Dr. Horits - led the way
up the side of the Agate Mountain. As they climbed up to one of the
mountain's rocky ledges, protruding from the mountain's grassy surface
like a wart on a nose, they found an elaborate pattern carved on it, in
the form of an outline of two women with their hands joined together.
Looking at the unusual pattern, Dr. Horitz said softly:
"This is the work of the natives!"
"Yes," said Dr. Faulkner, "but what does it mean, old friend?"
"What does what mean?" Basil asked, and Dr. Faulkner replied:
"The pattern!"
"It is beautiful!" Basil said softly, and Dr. Hortiz pointed at the
pattern and said:
"Yes, but it could also be deadly!"
After scanning the outcropping, all three of them continued climbing up
the side of the Agate Mountain. Near the top of the mountain, they found
the cave itself, and went inside. Here, they found more of the rock
paintings: this time, not outlines, but beautifully coloured and very
beautiful to behold. The pictures were not of a hunt, as is usual for
cave paintings, but rather something important that had happened
centuries ago. If Basil read them aright, they told the following story
of the natives:
"Centuries ago, a ball of fire had dropped from the sky and slammed into
one of the mountains, destroying it completely. When the natives had
gone to investigate, they found a great egg in the middle of the
smouldering crater, and from the egg came what they assumed were gods.
These entities had called for the two beautiful daughters of one of the
native leaders to come forward, and when they did, the entities entered
the two sisters, somehow merging their essences with the gods' souls
permanently, turning them into what I can only assume were avatars of
some sort, for my database contains information on all the Avatars in
this otherdimensional hellhole."
"It is just a legend, Basil!" Horitz said, and Basil replied:
"Possibly - who knows? I certainly don't know anything about it at all!"
Dr. Faulkner put his hand to the wall to examine the beautiful artwork,
especially the depictions of the two native women. Dr. Horitz bent to
examine a rock outcropping inside the cave, it was certainly not an
artwork, but it was flat and wide and looked like a large gray tablet in
the middle of the cave floor. Realizing that it might've been important
to the natives, he used a hammer to break off a piece of the outcropping
for testing. Dr. Faulkner pointed to the final part of the story, in
which the two women were shown lying down on a pit or hole in the ground.
"What d'you make of that?" he asked, and Basil said:
"It looks... um... interesting!"
"Whatever happened to the two women," Dr. Faulkner said, "they're long
dead by now!"
Looking at the painting more carefully, Dr. Faulkner noticed that there
was a recess in between the prone bodies of the women, and that in the
recess there was a small vase or pot in the niche. Shattering the pot,
he removed the pieces from the niche - only to hear a loud rumbling
sound. All at once, in the plain nearby, a large hill tore through the
very earth below him. Rising above the heads of the startled humans
below, it reavaled itself as one of the native women - but one who'd
grown to huge proportions, easily towering over all other people living
in the valley below the Agate Mountain by far. Stretching her arms, the
woman walked awayfrom the villages there, awake again after centuries of
slumber. Smilng she shouted loudly:
"FENIA!"
A large tor broke apart to reveal the face and form of another gigantic
native woman nearby, who shouted:
"MENIA! My sister!"
The two of them ran to each other and embraced, then began climbing up
the mountain side toward the trio. Basil shouted:
"They're coming here!"
"Then we must be far away frm this cave before they ever arrive here!"
Dr. Horitz cried as he and Dr. Faulkner led the way into a larger room
at the back of the outer cave where the natives had seemingly held their
rituals, for a picture of a man dressed in the pelt of a large jumbuck,
an animal native to this dark dimension, with long hooves the size of a
Terran stag, who appeared to be engaging in a ritual dance, probably in
the light of one of the oil lamps nearby on the floor, which was littered
with bones. Then he saw the face of one of the two sisters fill the
doorway behind them.
"Menia!" she cried. "Look here!"
Her face backed away from the doorway and was replaced by Menia's face.
"Gods of space!" she cried. "The bones are of our adopted people, Fenia,
whom these humans killed!"
"We are innocent of that crime!" Horitz shouted. "It was our ancestors
who killed your people!"
"Nevertheless, you must all die!" Menia retorted. "Our adoptive people
must be avenged!"
Panicking, the humans ran to the other end of the inner cave, where Dr.
Faulkner hurled one of his minibombs at the back wall, blowing it apart.
After the explosion, he and Dr. Horitz led the way through the nearby
hole to the other side of the mountain, which they immediately began
climbing down, anxious to escape the two giantesses.
"There's a building down there!" Horitz cried, and Basil asked him
softly:
"What kind of building is it?"
"Looks like an ancient human tomb!" Dr Faulkner replied, aware it
couldn't have been built by the original natives of this dark dimension,
where civilization was too primitive to be aboe to build anything like
this structure - although the building itself was indeed very, very old.
"We need to get inside!" Dr. Faulkner cried. "And we need to do it now
before the ladies catch up to us and kill us!"
Hurling a minibomb at the base of the building, Dr. Faulkner watched as
it blew apart the door. He then led the way inside the building just as
Menia hurled a rock at them. They could hear the sound of the rock as it
landed on the ground behind them, even as they ran into the building
itself.
Looking around them, they found themselves in a large empty room with a
casket in the centre, and went up to it, then looked at the body
contained within, that of a raven-haired lady with long dark eyelashes,
who had a lean bony face with a long pointy nose and ruby lips. All and
all, the effect of her appearance was staggering. Her body, however, was
almost completely robotic, and Basils scans showed that only her spine,
and spinal chord were still fully human!
"Who is she?" Basil asked Dr. Faulkner, and he replied:
"This is the Countess de Bergeron! This facility is dedicated solely to
keeping her in stasis forever. Yet, we must reawaken her - if we're to
survive this ordeal, that is!"
Using the butt of his walking stick, he shattered the glass sides and top
of the central coffin, releasing the gas being pumped into it from the
mill at the back of the building. Basil himself them clamped his lips
over the Countess's, and began giving her the kiss of life. After three
breaths, he turned his head to look at her chest, noting it was rising
and falling.
"Who -" the Countess asked as she opened her eyes. "What am I doing here
- wherever here is?"
"Welcome to the land of fear!" Basil shouted eagerly. "You're in for
plenty of adventure, m'lady Countess, for you're now in a whole 'nother
dimension from your original one!"
She then sat up in the ruined sarcophagus, and looked around her at the
sheer scale of the building. Rising to her feet, she sprinted over to
the men just in time for Fenia's boulder to strike the control area and
crush the sarcophagus whole in one mighty blow. Enraged, the Couness
grabbed the boulder and flung it back at Fenia, hitting her right in the
face.
"WOW!" Basil shouted happily, and the Countess cried:
"Who are you to strike at the person of the Countess de Bergeron?"
"I am Fenia of the Shawa!" Fenia retorted. "And you are one of the ones
who killed off all of our adoptive people. For that crime, Countess, you
must die as well!"
And she reached through the hole in the roof and grabbed the Countess in
her hand, then pulled her up into the open air. The Countess asked:
"Do you really think it is that easy to capture me?"
"I do, indeed!" said Fenia as she hurled the Countess to the building's
floor. "You and your fellow travellers took the lives of our adoptive
people, so it's only fair for me to take YOUR life as a return gesture."
"You bitch!" Dr. Horitz cried angrily as she ran over to the Countess,
who asked him:
"Who... who are you?"
"I am Dr. Janos Horitz, a scientist!" he replied. "Dr. Faulkner was the
one who freed you from your prison here in the Dolop Valley."
"Wonderful!" the Countess said as she looked up at the hole in the roof.
Basil said:
"She's gone! They've both gone, thinking they've avenged their people!"
"We need to stop them before they hurt anyone living in the villages
nearby!" Horitz said. "Menia and Fenia are so consumed by the thirst for
vengeance, they'll destroy whole villages of our people!"
But the Countess's actions earlier had sapped her onboard reactor of what
little power it had left, and she collapsed on a heap on the floor. Dr.
Horitz cried:
"We must go up the Thunder Mountain! Only there can she finally recharge
her onboard reactor - this prison has sapped her of much of its power!"
He scooped her up, and they ran for the exit at the back of the building.
As soon as they reached the foot of the Thunder Mountain, they began
climbing again. Halfway up the mountain, they found a uintatherium
grazing quietly on leaves from a small tree. Taking care not to upset
the creature, the three men hurried up the mountain side.
"We must be careful!" Horitz whispered. "If we encounter the Mountain
Ghost, there's no telling what it'll do to us!"
As they headed up to the mountain top, Basil noticed sparks of
electricity coming up from the ground beneath his own two feet. All of a
sudden, a lighting blot split the tree nearby, enraging the uintatherium
and causing it to charge the group. They were forced to sprint up to the
mountain top, where there was a flat area in which Basil and the others
could see a large flat stone. There was a huge roar, and - all at once -
a woman made of electrical energy appeared - the Mountain Ghost!
"This is MY mountain!" it shrieked angrily. "You've no business coming
here!"
Dr. Horitz placed the Countess's limp body on the large flat stone, then
rushed back away from it, even as a lightning bolt struck her on the
chest as the ghost tried to blast them with lighting from its fingertips.
Dr. Faulkner then pointed out the Countess to her. Realizing she was
greatly weakened, the ghost rushed toward her, then down into her
weakened body. As she entered her body, she shrieked:
"I made a vow a long time ago to save at least one life, but was struck
by lightning on this mountain and died before I could do so. I was
condemned to haunt this mountain till I fulfilled that great vow. Now, I
can finally rest in peace at long last!"
The Countess's face, now peaceful at last, began to glow brightly, till
it was replaced by the face of the Mountain Ghost. Her eyes opened as
the ghost's energy entered her body and her reactor began working once
again. She smiled a beatific smile even as the ghost's energies receded
into her robot body and her face became completely visible again, only
this time, it was the face of a much younger woman, possibly due to the
fact that her facial muscles were stimulated by the energy. She leaped
to her feet with a great roar, ready to face both Menia and Fenia in
combat and defeat them. Grabbing hold of the rock on which she'd lain
for so long, the Countess ripped it from the earth, causing globs of it
to spray everywhere, and hurled it right in Menia's face, who was unfazed
when the rock hit her in the forehead.
"Throw a rock at ME, will you?" the Countess shouted angrily as she
flexed her mighty biceps and then eagerly rose into the air. Flying over
to Fenia, she grabbed her by the arm and then flung her into the Dolop
Mountain itself. "You'll pay for that error!"
"FENIA!" Menia shouted, then grabbed the Countess in her hand and shook
her back and forth violently. "You hurt my little sister, and I'm going
to make you pay dearly for that violent act!"
"And you yourself will pay for your assault on my person!" the Countess
retorted angrily. "I don't tolerate such a thing happening!"
She then broke the giantess's grip and flew directly toward the sisters
in a rage. Grabbing Menia, the Countess lifted her into the air and
threw her headlong into the side of one of the mountains nearby. Even as
Fenia rose angrily to her feet and sprinted towards Menia. Her reactor
purring happily in her chest cavity, the Countess beat her chest and
roared in midair, then slammed her fist into Fenia's chin. She then tied
the two giantesses up using heav rope that she made herself from
cordwood. Once the giantesses were secured, she returned to Earth, then
shouted out to the giantesses:
"Why do you refer to the original natives as being your 'adoptive'
people? And why are you so obsessed with vengeance?"
"We originally came to the land of Terror in our ship, which was sucked
into a black hole and thrown here. Our ship was totaled in the crash,
and since we couldn't survive here in our native forms, we called the
natives to us and announced we were their gods, come to stay with them
evermore. Two prinesses stepped forward and agreed to et us merge with
them permanently. The result was that their bodies grew to giant size
during the merger. After that, we became known as the two Avatars of the
Shawa. We protected the tribe from any who'd attack us, but one
Chieftess had us placed in stasis!" Menia said, and then Fenia added:
"When we finally awoke, we were stunned to discover the Shawa had all
died out long ago! And we knew your people killed them, we now seek
blood vengeance against you all!"
"Cease this talk of vengeance!" Horitz retorted. "It'll only result in
the deaths of you and Menia!"
"Then what WILL we do?" Menia asked, and Dr.Faulkner replied:
"Come with us back to our village, and if you like, you can be our
protectors, as you were long ago."
"For our adoptive people!" the sisters chorused. "WE"LL DO IT!"
They then followed the little group all the way back to Basil's
village, where the two doctors had created him. The group were greeted
by Beverly Hartman and Dr. Gladstone.. Seeing the giantesses, Dr..
Gladstone cried:
"Now, who are you young ladies?"
"We're Menia and Fenia, the Avatars of the Chawa, and we've come to
protect your village!" they chorused.
"Well, you'll be very welcome here!" Dr. Hartman said.
That evening, under Menia and Fenia's watchful eye, the villagers
celebrated the safe return from e mountains of our iltlte group. As
they'll - assembled together, dressed in their best - drank a toast in
their honour, the Countess carried the three them to their table and put
them down at the table and they tucked into their meat as they clinked
their glasses together and sang:
"The children go where I send them,
How shall I send them?
I will send them one by one,
One for the little bitty baby
Born, born, born in Bethlehem!"
"And now onto verse two!" the Countess said.
"The children go where I send them,
How shall I send them?
I will send them two by two,
One for the little totty baby
Born, born, born in Bethlehem!"
"Wonderful, wonderful!!" Dr. Horitz cried, and Basil said with a happy
smile:
"Indeed it is!"
Then he joined the others in singing:
"The children go where I send them,
How shall I send them?
I will send them three by three,
One for the little totty baby
Born born, born in Bethelehem!"
"And that's all she wrote!" Basil added finally.
The End
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