The Broken Universe - Hardcover

Melko, Paul

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 076532914X ISBN 13: 9780765329141

Publisher: Tor Books, 2012

Synopsis

Possessing technology that allows him to travel across alternate worlds, John Rayburn begins building a transdimensional commercial empire, led by him, his closest friends, and their doppelgø€ngers from several different parallel universes. But not every version of every person is the same, and their agendas do not always coincide.  Despite their benign intentions, the group€™s activities draw unwanted attention from other dimensional travelers who covet their technology and will kill anyone to control it, a threat that culminates in a nuclear standoff for dominance throughout the multiverse.

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Hugo-nominated PAUL MELKO lives in Ohio.

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CHAPTER 1
 

John’s ears popped as he and Grace transferred from Universe 7651 to Universe 7650.
Grace tossed the duffel bag of weapons and gold onto the scraped stone ground. She scanned the horizon and then slid the pistol in her hand into its holster. Grace’s normally frizzy red hair was tied tightly in a ponytail. In her army fatigues, she looked nothing like the gawky woman John had first met in freshman physics lab nearly two years ago.
“I’ll go back for Henry,” John said.
She looked at him flatly.
“Sure, I’ll be right here,” she said, as she dragged the duffel outside the transfer zone. John couldn’t help feeling guilty for all that Grace had gone through. If it wasn’t for the transfer device, she never would have been kidnapped and tortured by Visgrath.
John reached into his shirt and toggled the switch on the transfer device. Instantly he was inside their small warehouse at the stone quarry in Universe 7651. He swallowed to clear the pressure in his ears.
“Is Grace, I mean, is everything all right?” Henry said. He sneezed and wiped his nose with a tissue. “Is it all clear over there?”
John nodded to his friend. He’d met Henry on the same day he’d met Grace. The three had ended up lab partners in freshman physics at the University of Toledo, and that partnership had led to their building a company that manufactured head-to-head pinball machines, an arcade game that had never existed in Universe 7650. Unfortunately that anomaly had been what Visgrath had detected.
“All clear.”
Henry seemed to deflate with relief. He was as tall as John, but it was hard to tell with his slouch. While John was slender and sandy blond, Henry was even thinner and dark haired.
“Send us through again,” John said.
“Let me set the timer.” Henry was their backup. If a party of Alarians had been waiting for them in 7650, he’d have come running with guns blazing when John had failed to return to give the all clear.
“You sure that thing will work?” John asked, as Henry turned the dial on a mechanical timer. It began ticking.
“So far in every test,” Henry said. He ran to join John in the center of the transfer zone.
“How many tests have we run?” John asked.
“One.”
The timer dinged, and the inside of the shed was replaced by the bare rock of the quarry site.
A light drizzle had begun to fall, odd for a July day in northwest Ohio.
“Let’s go let Janet and Bill know we’re back,” John said. Janet and Bill were his parents, or rather they would have been if John had ever been born in this universe. Bill and Janet were childless in 7650, and they’d taken John in when his broken transfer device had marooned him in this universe.
Henry reached to grab the duffel but Grace beat him to it.
“I got it,” she said, and tossed it over her shoulder.
“I can carry it for you,” Henry said.
“I got it, I said.”
Henry cast a quick glance at John, whether for sympathy or in embarrassment, John didn’t know. John shrugged. Grace hadn’t been herself during the six weeks they’d spent in 7651 trying to build a transfer device to get them back to 7650, Grace’s and Henry’s home universe. She’d always been quick with a pun or a bad joke, which she was more than willing to laugh at herself. Her withdrawal from Henry, however, had been painful and obvious. Once they got back to her home universe, everything would be all right. Even as John thought it, he felt how hollow it seemed. Grace had been tortured. There was no easy way back from that.
The quarry was across McMaster Road from Janet and Bill’s small farm. It was nearly identical to the farm where John had grown up in Universe 7533, his home universe. This farm had been a little more run-down than his own, but when he’d come to stay with the Rayburns, he’d done what he could to fix the place up. The Rayburns had become a surrogate family for him, and for that he was grateful. When he had been tricked out of his life by his own doppelganger, John Prime, when he found he couldn’t return home again because the device Prime had given him was broken, Bill and Janet had taken him in.
They crossed the road and passed through the line of trees that marked the border of the Rayburn farm, situated at the corner of McMaster and Gurney roads. A hundred meters in front of them was the main barn and next to it was the house.
“Car’s here,” John said. “They must be home.” He glanced across Gurney Road. He couldn’t see the Rayburns’ second barn, where he had built his own transfer gate. His car would be there, waiting for him, where he’d left it six weeks earlier. The trees were too full of green to catch a glimpse of the barn.
John tried the front door, but it was locked. He knocked and waited.
Grace peered into the front window.
“It’s dark in there,” she said. “You got a key?”
John shrugged. “No,” he said. “But there’s one around back, hanging from a nail.”
“Maybe they took a walk,” Henry said. He looked up and down Gurney Road.
“Uh-huh,” Grace said.
Henry coughed again, loud in the quiet.
“You all right?” John asked. Henry had been unable to shake the cold for the last couple days. Now he looked pale and lethargic.
“Yeah, just tired.”
“Yeah,” John agreed. They’d pulled a few all-nighters to get the transfer gate in 7651 working.
John led them around back. He plucked the key off the nail and unlocked the back door.
It squeaked as he pushed it open ten centimeters.
“Bill? Janet?” he called. There was no answer.
He pushed the door the rest of the way. It thunked into something and would go no farther.
John squeezed himself through the small opening. The house was too hot, as if it had been closed up all day long.
“Bill?”
He looked down at what was blocking the door. Two tarps were bundled on the kitchen floor, each about two meters long. He reached down and nudged one. It was heavy. John moved the tarp aside and recoiled in horror.
Bill’s bloodless face stared up at him.
“Oh, shit,” he said. “Oh, god.” He stumbled backward against the kitchen table. Grace squeezed into the kitchen. She reached down and moved the tarp on the second bundle.
“Don’t,” John said, but she ignored him.
Janet Rayburn had been shot in the side of the head. Black blood ran down her face. One eye stared in the wrong direction.
Henry pushed into the kitchen, took one look, and turned white.
“If you’re gonna barf, do it in the sink,” Grace said.
“I’m ... okay,” Henry said. He glanced at John. “John, are you okay?”
John looked away from the two corpses. They weren’t his real parents, he repeated to himself. They were just one of a near infinite number of Bills and Janets. He’d met versions of them, he’d met versions of himself. This didn’t matter. This didn’t matter.
But it did.
They weren’t just dups: what Visgrath and the Alarians called people who weren’t unique in the multiverse. They were his parents. They were good people.
“You okay?” Henry asked again. He touched John’s shoulder.
“No, no, I’m not,” he said. “We need to call the police.”
“Hell, no,” Grace said. “No police.”
“They need to be buried!” John said.
“No police,” Grace said. “They’ll think we had something to do with—”
She stopped and stared at the sound of a key in the front door.
“Go!” she whispered.
She pushed Henry through the back door, and then followed. John took one look at his dead parents and left them. He pulled the door shut after him, gently setting it tight against the frame. He didn’t have time to lock it.
They ran from the house toward the orchard. It was the only direction they could go if they wanted to remain unseen from the front of the house.
“The tractor,” John said.
It was old and rusted and surrounded by a clump of uncut grass. Grace slid around it on the wet grass, and Henry awkwardly settled next to her.
From behind the tractor, John peeked out at the house.
Shadows moved inside. There was no noise.
“Police?” Henry asked.
Grace shook her head. “There’d be warrants and examiners and ambulances. There’d be bullhorns. That is not the police.”
“Murderers,” John said. Whoever had killed Bill and Janet had come back.
Grace nodded.
Minutes passed, and John saw no more shadows against the window nor any other sign of movement in the house. He chanced moving out from behind the old tractor and ran diagonally toward the barn. Using it as cover, he peered around toward the front of the house.
Four men were carrying the corpses across the road into the woods.
“What are they doing?” Grace asked.
“Heading toward the other barn,” John said.
“Why?” Henry asked, panting.
“It’s where I built my first transfer gate,” John said. Because his own transfer device was broken—it only went forward from one universe to another and never backward—John had had to reverse engineer the device and build his own in order to go back to Universe 7533 to recruit John Prime. The original transfer device fit on John’s chest and moved from universe to universe with the transferee, but the ones the team built were several meters tall and remained in the universe where they were stationed.
“They’re using your transfer gate,” Grace said through gritted teeth....

About this edition

• Publisher: Tor Books
• Publication date: 2012
• ISBN 10: 076532914X
• ISBN 13: 9780765329141
• Binding: Hardcover
• Language: English
• Number of pages: 384