to safeguard their computer systems with devices like Excalibur. While it did several things, it was primarily a microtransmitter that was on all the time. What it transmitted was the authorization code for the Master Guardian, which allowed it to power up and link and control its subordinate guardian computers. But the transmitter only worked when the sword was removed from the specially designed sheath, which was made of a material that blocked the transmission. Having such a device in such a compact form allowed one person to control all of the guardian computers. There was a destruct built into Excalibur that could be triggered, wiping out the memories of all the guardians and shutting them down in an instant. The way to initiate the destruct was something only the Airlia commander who wielded Excalibur knew. That way was one thing that had not been passed to Aspasia's Shadow when he was first given Aspasia's memories.
He knew the Watchers had hidden Excalibur long ago. The damn Watchers—Aspasia's Shadow had killed many members of the meddlesome human cult over the centuries.
And there had been times when some of them had not simply watched but tried to search him out and kill him—a most foolish endeavor, as many had learned just before they died.
He had tried to gain Excalibur during his incarnation as Mordred, only to be joined in mutual defeat by Artad's
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Shadow masquerading as Arthur. And Merlin the Watcher? What had he done with the sword?
The guardian accessed scanners built into the slope of the volcano above and even reached out to Mars and the base at Cydonia where the few surviving Airlia who had followed Aspasia huddled in their underground caves.
They had picked up a signal from Earth's surface. Aspasia's Shadow knew immediately what it meant—the homing device on Excalibur had been activated.
Since he hadn't done it, there was no doubt who had. Artad was awake. And also looking for the sword.
And the location? When he saw the spot, Aspasia's Shadow cursed. Damn Merlin.
On the other side of the guardian, the withered body twitched, indicating there was life somewhere deep inside. The eyes were crusted shut, the muscles atrophied and consumed as the body tried to keep its core alive, the skin dried and leathery.
Deep inside the mind, the essence of Kelly Reynolds felt the contact of Aspasia's Shadow and the guardian like an electric shock, bringing her out of her almost-coma. She'd been there for weeks, ever since trying to link to the guardian when the island was occupied by the United Nations. She'd wanted to discover the truth about the aliens, to learn the advanced knowledge she had believed could be gained from the computer. Instead she had become trapped by the guardian, her mind scoured by the alien computer for information and then forgotten about.
During the intervening time she had slowly managed to regain some control of her mind although her body remained melded to the golden pyramid like an insect to flypaper. She'd even managed to tap into the massive flow of data that poured through the guardian. She'd slipped in the command
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for the nanovirus to leave her body and even managed to get a message out to her friends at Area 51.
She'd also learned some things about the Airlia. She'd "seen" the destruction of Atlantis—Aspasia's initial base on Earth— as a historical record inside the guardian. She'd "seen" one of the Airlia mothership float over the island and pulse down rays of golden power into the island, smashing it into the sea.
She'd also learned that the various guardians had once been linked together under a Master Guardian computer, allowing all the Airlia outposts on Earth, and even on Mars, to be coordinated and controlled. But during the civil war among the Airlia, the network had been shut down and the Master Guardian taken off-line.
As she sensed Aspasia's Shadow "work" the Easter Island guardian she saw that her minor efforts, which had taken so much of
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