The Vampire-Alien Chronicles by Ronald Wintrick

wasn't nor isn't an issue however yet the thought still crossed my mind.  I have access to nearly unlimited amounts, but it's the point of it.  I spent a fortune on electronics he wanted only to watch him tear them apart and build unintelligible objects with them.
    “Yeah.  Those.”  Brid said.
    “What's your point?”  I asked, starting to become annoyed.
    “He's an electronics and computer programming expert.”  Sonafi explained.  “He's an engineer of no little ability.  He can build almost anything electronic or electrical, and write almost any type of code.  I would imagine he's been accepted for his expertise.”
    “At least one of you was paying attention.”  Brid said angrily.
    “I guess I don't understand such things,” I said, trying not to get angry again myself, and only barely succeeding, “but how does that help us with the Others?” 
    “If you can't understand, then there's no explaining it to you.”  Brid said, his anger at what he saw as the injustice of the way I had treated him coming out boldly, but it was becoming too much for me.
    “Try anyway.”  I snarled, moving so close, so quickly, that when his awareness of my nearness registered, he recoiled in shock, but I grabbed him and would no t let him go.  He did not try to resist.  His rebellion did not go beyond what his mouth would say.  Not now.
    I felt Sonafi ’s hand on my shoulder.  “They hope to gain the technological upper hand.  I believe, as they do, that it is our only chance.  I also believe that it is possible.  I believe they can be beaten at their own game.  Now is the time.  Now is our chance.”  I released my hold on Brid.
    “That's right.”  Brid said.  “Beat them at their own game.  On the technological level.  Infect their computers.  Disrupt their ship's drives.  Possibly build weaponry that will be of some significant use against them.  We're exploring every avenue we can think of.  The problem is that we have more questions than answers, and the more we learn, the more we realize how far behind them we are.  That's why we hope to be able to infect one of them.  We need time to learn.  We understand the gulf that separates us.  Right now it's our best and only option.”
    “But you and these others…“  I let the sentence hang.
    “We call ourselves the Resistance.”  Brid interrupted.
    “You and the Resistance are working on some of these things?  Some of these technologies you hope you will be able to use, eventually, against the Others?”
    “We're working on a number of projects, but we need time.  We hope to buy some, or even learn something, by infecting one of them.  That's where you come in.  We need your strength.  That is the only reason you will be allowed to participate.”  Brid said coldly, glaring at me openly now.  “We understand what we face.  I understand the difference between a Juvenile and an Elder, whether you wish to believe it or not.  I am not such a fool as that.”
    Suddenly I felt the guilt of my actions.  I had grossly underestimated my son, had overreacted to his childish play.  He was right in that if there was anyone he should be able to turn to in light heartedness, it should be Sonafi or I.  He had done so and we had mistreated him.  I had mistreated him.
    Even though if there had ever been a time to speak up and apologize, I could not bring myself to do so.  Brid did not expect me to say anything, however, and went on without waiting.
    “We hope to be able to make new readings, as well.”  Brid said.  “Knowing or expecting them to be in a certain place will allow us to set up and prepare our instruments and be in place ourselves when they do show.  Maybe even their communications, which we know nothing about, but we really aren't expecting much in that area.  Their communications are a blank area for us.”
    The Others are telepaths, like Vampires.  I agreed that we would be unlikely to detect any mechanical