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about the people he had lost in the last few hours.
    “Maybe it was a disease, some type of swine ‘flu, or maybe the government,” he continued. Cadish saw the same sadness come over John that he had observed on his arrival and initial surveys of the planet.
    “I do not understand. These Zombies are autonomous, moving, thinking, in the same way as you meat creatures. Why do you think they attack you meat creatures?”
    “I don’t know, Cadish. I’m not a Scientist. They aren’t the same though, are they? They don’t bleed, they don’t think, they just eat human flesh,” said John.
    There was a low rumbling ‘Hmmm’ from Cadish. “You are correct, meat creature,” it said after a moment’s thought.
    “John,” said John.
    “What?” said Cadish.
    “My name is John. John Kendall,” said John.
    Cadish remained silent. “JohnKendall. I do not understand death,” said Cadish eventually.
    “Nor me.”
    “When meat ceases to move/function/talk/speak/complain/analyse/think, what happens?”
    John thought for a moment. “Everything stops, Cadish. The heart stops pumping blood, electricity stops going through the brain, the soul leaves the body.”
    “The soul? I have not seen this on analytical diagrams of your meat structures. Where is this ‘soul’?” This was totally new information to Cadish and was very exciting.
    “If you are religious you believe that the soul departs the body to move to a higher plane or a different dimension,” said John.
    “Oh,” said Cadish. “Please remain here for 3 divisions of linear…sorry…seconds.”
    “Do what now?” said John as the room dissolved around him. Panic gripped as the cold of space nibbled at him and the air was sucked from his lungs. He could see the Earth hanging like a jewel below him but pain shot through his eyes and he had to close them before they were forced from his body. The pain and cold increased exponentially until he realised he was sat, once again, in the spindly metal chair aboard Cadish. He breathed deeply, recovering his composure before screaming at his captor.
    “Cadish! What the hell was that? You left me in space!”
    “Yes. Apologies. I needed to check several trillion dimensions and as you can appreciate this can take some divisions of linear time,” said Cadish.
    “Your meat structure ‘souls’ are not referenced in any pan dimensional literature, nor could I detect any evidence of a physicality of ‘souls’ in any dimension other than this one.”
    “I don’t think it works like that, Cadish,” said John, still out of breath.
    “Why?” said Cadish petulantly.
    John sat and thought for a moment. “I wish I had the internet here,” John mumbled.
    “The internet? What are the internets?”
    “Our global information network on Earth.”
    “Oooh!” Said Cadish who was actually quite impressed by this. “Where is it?”he enquired. The scene on the screen still played out but in the background John could see a shop counter with a PC on it. He stood and walked over to the screen.
    “There. See that thing?” he asked as he pointed at the screen. The image tilted jerkily around until the front of the computer could be seen. “We use those things to type, you know, with our fingers. To give the computer instructions or to access the internet,” Said John pointing at the keyboard. “We see what the results are on the screen.”
    “Then it’s lucky we were at the exactly correct place/location/spot to view this ‘internet’,” said Cadish, calculating the staggering odds of that happening.
    “What? No. Any object like that, really anything with a screen that looks like that can access the internet or store information,” said John.
    “Really?” said Cadish.
    “Yes. Try to log on to it, if you can find anywhere with electrici...” John stopped as the PC on screen booted up. The image changed to show the flickering scene of millions of computers booting up simultaneously even though the apocalypse had