pain shifted, reaching down her back like claws.
âI saw there,â Ullikummis continued, âthat you have exceptional knowledge for an apekin, aâ¦â he stopped, as if trying to recall the word ââ¦human. And yet you never questioned what it was you fought.â
âTried,â Brigid replied, the single word coming out as a gasp between her gnashing teeth.
âThey acted like you,â Ullikummis said. âMy father and the other overlords were aliens to your world, yet they behaved like you, like actors on a stage, dressed in masks and rubber suits. Humans in everything but appearance,â he mused, adding as if in afterthought, âand perhaps stamina. Yet you never questioned this.â
âThey had technology,â Brigid began, her words strained. âThey differed fromââ
âNo, they did not,â he interrupted. âThe Annunaki are beautiful beings, multifaceted, crossing dimensions you cannot begin to comprehend. Their wars are fought on many planes at once. The rules of their games intersect only tangentially with Earth and its holding pen of stars. What you have seen is only a sliver of what the battle was, and the Annunaki have shamed themselves in portraying it thus.â
Brigid listened, wondering at what Ullikummis was telling her. She recalled travelling to the distant past via a memory trap, and seeing the Annunaki as their slaves, the Igigi, perceived them. They had been beautiful, just as Ullikummis was telling her, shining things that seemed so much more real than the world around them, colored beings amid a landscape of gray. But when she had faced Enlil, Marduk and the others in her role as a Cerberus rebel, they had been curiously ordinary. Yes, they were stronger, faster, supremely devious, but theywereâwhat?âthe thing that Ullikummis called them? Actors on a stage? People dressed in masks and rubber suits like some hokey performance designed for children? Had Brigid and her companions been taken in by a performance, a show designed to entertain the feeble-minded?
As Brigid considered this thought, Ullikummis spoke once more in his gruff, throaty growl. âThey started their current cycle as hybrids, half human, half advanced DNA. The human part clings, holding them back. If you saw the true battles between the gods, if you had witnessed the ways they fought across the planes millennia ago, you would never even recognize the creatures you fought as the Annunakiâyou would think them a joke.â
âWhy are you telling me this?â Brigid asked, baffled.
In reply, Ullikummis gave a single, simple instruction. âOpen your eyes, Brigid.â
She did so, found herself staring into her own green eyes in the mirror as the agony in her back abated, faded to nothingness. The mirror was like a drawing, a picture that could be falsified, that owed no one the truth.
Brigid let out a slow breath, felt her heart still pounding against her rib cage. The pain in the back of her neck was gone as if it had never been.
âDo you understand now?â Ullikummis asked, his voice coming from above her head.
Brigid nodded. âIâm beginning to,â she said.
Chapter 8
There was a deep vein of pain in Mariah Falkâs left leg, down at the back of her ankle. A couple months ago, she had been shot there, and now the coldness of the cell was getting into the old wound.
Wincing, she opened her blue eyes and reached down, rubbing her leg to relieve the aching numbness.
Falk was a slender woman in her midforties, with short brown hair streaked with gray. Though not conventionally attractive, she had an ingratiating smile that served to put others at their ease. A highly trained geologist, Mariah was one of the brain trust of experts who had been cryogenically frozen at the end of the twentieth century and now formed a significant part of the Cerberus staff.
Right now, however, she found herself lying on the