Machines of the Dead by David Bernstein Read Free Book Online

help you with, Jack?”
    Jack took a seat in a chair opposite Reynolds. He felt heat emanating from the imitation fireplace.
    “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
    “Would you like a drink? Cognac?”
    “Sure, thanks.”
    Reynolds got up, went over to a cabinet, produced an identical glass to his, unscrewed the cap on an unlabeled bottle of dark , auburn-colored liquid , and poured two fingers worth of the stuff. Sitting back down, he handed the glass to Jack.
    Jack brought the drink to his nose and inhaled the sweet aroma. He sipped, then swallowed, feeling the delightful burn as the alcohol trickled down his gullet. He had never tasted a better brandy. 
    “Only two thousand of these bottles were made,” Reynolds said, tapping the glass with a finger.
    “Fantastic stuff,” Jack told him, taking another small sip.
    “Mixed with Cognac from the 1830’s up to the middle 1990’s. Four thousand dollars a bottle at time of direct sale.”
    Jack almost choked.
    “Enjoy it my friend, for who knows if we’ll get to experience something like it for some time.”
    The two men sat quiet for a few moments, each enjoying the liquor before Jack finally spoke.
    “I’ve been feeling really useless around here. I eat and take up space. I want to contribute somehow.”
    “Jack, you’ve been through a tough ordeal. No one is looking at you as ‘ useless. ’ You’re healing and when you’re up to it, we’ll find something for you to do.”
    “That’s just it; I’m ready to do something. Sitting around, cooped up, it’s driving me crazy. All I do is dwell, and I’m tired of dwelling. I need to help and I think I’ve come up with a way I can.”
    Reynolds shifted in his seat. “Tell me.”
    “I want to go to the surface. See if there are any survivors in my old building. A small team, maybe three men and I can do it.”
    “I can’t let you leave, Jack,” Dr. Reynolds said, shaking his head. “And my men only go out to gather subjects. Otherwise, I’d never risk their well-being. You may find this hard to believe, but it’s a nightmare up there. And as much as it ’ s confining down here, it’s Heaven compared to the surface. The men are petrified to go out, and I hate sending them, but it needs to be done. If it were up to them, they’d never leave.”
    “Then I’ll go myself. I need this. I need to make a difference.”
    “You have a sister, correct?”
    Jack was taken aback. “Yes, how’d you know?”
    “When you were brought in , I had a full background check done on you. I wasn’t going to let a crazy person or a murderer run loose in the bunker. From what I read, you’re a regular person. Except for that incident with your sister’s husband , which was clearly something the guy had coming.”
    Jack was speechless. He didn’t know whether to be pissed or relieved that the doctor trusted him. Thinking about it, he understood the need to check up on him. He would have done the same.
    “He did,” Jack said. “But back to the topic at hand.” He looked Reynolds in the eyes. “I need to see if anyone’s alive. I had a friend up there, the guy your guards zapped and left. If anyone is alive, it’s him.”
    “I’m not going to convince you that this is a bad idea, am I?”
    Jack shook his head. “No.”
    “And you’re going to bug me about this forever, aren’t you?”
    “Yes.” Jack took another sip of the auburn liquor. “Look, worse case, you lose another mouth to feed.”
    “Don’t put it like that, Jack. We’re fine here, and able to feed at least ten more people without compromising our reserves.” The man paused, and Jack could tell he was thinking. “Okay, but you’ll need to work on procedure with one of the guards. And I need your word that you won’t go anywhere else but your building. To do so would be suicide.”
    “You have my word.”
    “And if no one is alive, I don’t want to hear how you want to go traipsing around to other buildings. If that’s the