A Deepness in the Sky (74 page)

Trinli looked as if someone had punched him in the face, as if decades of bombast had been beaten out of him. He said softly, "Nanotech. The dream."

"What? Yes, the Failed Dream. Till now." The Podmaster looked up at the tile lying on the ceiling. He smiled. "Whoever visited here, it was millions or billions of years ago. I doubt we'll ever find any camp tents or garbage middens...but the signs of their technology are everywhere."

Vinh: "We were looking for starfarers, but we were too small and all we saw were their ankles." He tore his gaze down from the ceiling. "Maybe even these—" He waved at the window, and Gonle realized that he was talking about the big diamonds of L1. "Maybe even these are artifacts."

Brughel moved forward in his chair. "Nonsense. They are simple diamond rocks." But there was an edge of uncertainty in the aggressive look he flashed around the table.

Nau hesitated an instant, then gave an easy chuckle, waving his thug silent. "We're all beginning to sound like some Dawn Age fantasy. The hard facts are extraordinary, without adding superstitious mumbo-jumbo. With what we already have, this expedition may be the most important in human history."

And the most profitable, too.Gonle shifted back on her chair, and tried to catalogue all the things they might do with the glittering material that was lying on the ceiling.What's the best way to sell something like that?How many centuries of monopoly might be wrung out of it?

But the Podmaster had returned to more practical matters. "So that's the fantastic news. In the long term, it is good beyond our wildest dreams. In the short term—well, it puts a real knot in the Schedule. Qiwi?"

"Yes. As you know, the Spiders are about five years from having a mature planetary computer network, something we can reliably act through."

Something advanced enough that we can use.Until today, that had been the biggest treasure that Gonle Fong had envisioned coming out of these years of exile. Forget about marginal advances in ramdrives or even biologicals. There was a whole industrialized world down there, with a culture guaranteed to be alien from other markets. If they controlled that, or even had a dominant bargaining position, they would rank with the legends of the Qeng Ho marketing. Gonle understood that. Surely Nau did. Qiwi did too, though right now she was talking simple idealism:

"Till now, we thought that they were also about five years away from really needing our help. We thought that any Kindred/Accord war wouldn't happen till then. Well...we were wrong. The Kindred don't have much of a computer net—but they do have the cavorite mines. Their cavorite satellites are stealthed for now, but that's only for temporary advantage. Very soon, their missile fleet will be upgraded. Politically, we see them moving to subvert smaller countries, egging them into confrontation with the Accord. We simply can't wait another five years to take a hand in things."

Jau said, "There are other reasons for advancing the deadlines. With this cavorite, it's going to be next to impossible to keep our operations a secret much longer. The Spiders are going to be out in local space very soon. Depending on how much of that"—he jerked his thumb at the glistening tile on the ceiling—"they have, they may actually be more maneuverable than we are."

Beside him, Rita was looking more and more upset. "You mean there's a chance Pedure's crowd couldwin ? If we have to advance the Schedule, then it's time we stopped pussyfooting. We need to come down with military force, on the side of the Accord."

The Podmaster nodded solemnly in Liao's direction. "I hear you, Rita. There are people down there that we've all come to respect, even to—" He waved his hand as if to push aside deeper sentiments, to concentrate on hard reality. "But as your Podmaster, I have to look at priorities: My highest priority is the survival of you and all the humans in our little pod. Don't mistake the beauty you have all created here. The truth is, we have precious little real military power." The setting sun had turned the lake to gold, and now the slanting rays lit the meeting room with a gentle, even warmth. "In fact, we are almost castaways, and we are about as far from Humankind as anyone has ever been. Our second priority—and it's inextricably bound to the first—is the survival of the Spiders' advanced industrial civilization, and therefore its people and their culture. We must act very carefully. We can't act out of simple affection....And you know, I listen to the translations, too. I think that people like Victory Smith and Sherkaner Underhill would understand."

"But they can help!"

"Maybe. I'd call them in an instant if we had better information and better network penetration. But if we reveal ourselves unnecessarily, we could unite them all against us—or alternatively, provoke Pedure into attacking them immediately. We must save them, and we must not sacrifice ourselves."

Rita wavered. To Nau's right, but just in the shadows, Ritser Brughel glowered at her. The younger Podmaster had never really grasped the fact that the old, Emergent rules must change. The idea of someone giving back talk still sent him into a rage.Thank the Lord he's not running things. Nau was a tough nut, smooth and ruthless despite all the nice words—but you could do business with him.

No one else spoke in support of Rita's position, yet she made one more try. "We know Sherkaner Underhill is a genius. He would understand. He could help."

Tomas Nau sighed. "Yes, Underhill. We owe him a lot. Without him, we'd probably be twenty years short of success, not just five. But, I'm afraid..." He glanced down the table at Ezr Vinh. "You know more about Underhill and Dawn Age technology than anyone, Ezr. What do you think?"

Gonle almost laughed. Vinh had been following the conversation like a spectator at a racquet match; now the ball had hit him square between the eyes. "Um. Yes. Underhill is remarkable. He's like von Neumann, Einstein, Minsky, Zhang—a dozen Dawn Age geniuses wrapped into one body. Either that or the guy is just a genius at picking graduate students." Vinh smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, Rita. For you and me, the Exile time has only been ten or fifteen years. Underhill has lived it all, second by second. By Spider standards—and pre-tech human ones—he's an old man. I'm afraid he's at the edge of senility. He's lived through all the easy technical payoffs, and now he's hit the dead ends....What was flexibility has become superstitious mush. If we have to give up our Lurk advantage, I'd suggest we just contact the Accord government, play things as a straight business deal."

Vinh might have continued, but the Podmaster said, "Rita, we're trying for the safest outcome for everyone. I promise, if that means throwing ourselves on the Spiders' mercy—well, so be it." His glance flickered to his right, and Gonle realized that the message was directed at Brughel as much as anyone. Nau paused a moment, but no one had anything more to say. His voice became more businesslike. "So, the Schedule is suddenly very much advanced. Tas forced on us, but I am pleased by the challenge." His smile flashed in the fake sunset. "One way or another, our Exile will be over in a year. We can afford to—we must—expend resources. From now till we've saved the Spider world, almost everyone will be on-Watch."

Wow.

"We'll start running the volatile plant at redline duty cycle." Heads went up all around the table. "Remember, if we still need it in a year, we will have lost. We have an awful lot of planning in front of us, people—we need to unleash every last bit of our potential. As of now, I'm dropping the last community use limits. The ‘underground' economy will have access to everything except the most critical security automation."

Yes!Gonle grinned across the table at Qiwi Lisolet, saw her grinning right back. So that was what Qiwi had meant by "soon"! Nau went on for some seconds, not so much making detailed plans as undoing this and that stupid rule that had kept operations so hobbled over the years. She could feel the enthusiasm building with every sentence.Maybe I can start afutures market on groundside trade.

The meeting ended on an incredible high. On the way out, Gonle gave Qiwi a hug. "Kiddo, you did it!" she said softly.

Qiwi just grinned back, but it was a wider smile than Gonle had seen her wear in a long time.

Afterward, the four visiting peons walked back up the hillside, the last of the sunlight throwing long shadows before them. She took a last look behind her before they entered the forest.Presumptuous, this park. But stillit was beautiful, and I had something to do with it. The last light of the sun showed from under far clouds. It might be Nauly manipulation or the random outcome of the park's automation. Either way, it seemed auspicious. Old Nau thought he manipulated everything. Gonle knew that this sudden, final liberalization was something the Podmaster might try to stuff back in the bottle later on, when imagination and sharp trading was more a risk than the alternatives. But Gonle was Qeng Ho. Over the years, she and Qiwi and Benny and dozens of others had chipped away at the Emergents' tight little tyranny, until almost every Emergent was "corrupted" by the underground trade. Nau had learned that you win by doing business. After the Spider markets were opened up, he would see there was no advantage to stuffing freedom back in the bottle.

Tomas Nau's second meeting was later in the day, aboard theInvisibleHand. Here they could talk, far from innocent ears. "I got Kal Omo's report, Podmaster. From the snoops. You fooled almost everyone."

"Almost?"

"Well, you know Vinh—but he didn't see through everything you said. And Jau Xin looks...dubious."

Nau glanced a question at Anne Reynolt.

Reynolt's reply was quick. "Xin is one we really need, Podmaster. He's our only remaining Pilot Manager. We would have lost that pinnace if not for him. The ziphead pilots glitched when they saw the cavorite orbit. Suddenly all the rules had changed and they just couldn't deal with the situation."

"Okay, he's a secret doubter." There was no help for that really. Xin had been near the operational center of too many things. He probably suspected the truth behind the Diem Massacre. "So we can't ice him, and we can't fool him, and we'll need him at the bloodiest stage of the job. Still...I think Rita Liao is a sufficient lever. Ritser. Make sure Jau knows that her welfare depends on his quality of service."

Ritser gave a little smile, and made a note.

Nau scanned Omo's report for himself. "Yes, we did quite well. But then, telling people what they want to believe is an easy job. No one seemed to catch all the consequences of pushing the Schedule forward five years. There's no way we can pull a smooth network takeover now, and we need an intact industrial ecology on the planet—but there's no need for the whole planet to participate. Right now"—Nau glanced at the latest reports from Reynolt's zips—"seven Spider nations have nuclear weapons. Four have substantial arsenals, and three have delivery systems."

Reynolt shrugged. "So we engineer a war."

"A precisely limited one, one that leaves the world financial system intact and controlled by us." An exercise in disaster management.

"And the Kindred?"

"We want them to survive, of course—but weak enough that we can bluff full control. We'll throw a bit more ‘good luck' their way."

Reynolt was nodding. "Yes. We can tailor things. Southland has long-range missiles but is otherwise backward; most of its population will be hibernating through the Dark. They're very frightened of what will be done to them by the advanced powers. Honored Pedure has plans for taking advantage of that. We can make sure she succeeds—" Anne went on, detailing what frauds and miscues could be implemented, which cities could be safely murdered, how to save the Accord sites that held resources the Kindred did not yet have. Most of the deaths would be delivered by their proxies, which was just as well, considering the sorry state of their own weapons systems....Brughel was watching her with a certain bemused awe—the way he always did when Anne talked like this. Dispassionate and calm as ever, yet she could be as bloody-minded as Brughel himself.

Anne Reynolt had been a young woman when the Emergency came to Frenk. If history were written by the losing side, her name would be legend. After the Frenkisch military had surrendered, Anne Reynolt's ragtag partisans had fought on for years—and not as a fringe nuisance. Nau had seen the Intelligence estimates: Reynolt had tripled the cost of the invasion. She had taken an inchoate popular opposition and come within a hairsbreadth of defeating the Emergency's expeditionary force. And when her cause had ultimately failed—well, enemies such as that were best disposed of quickly. But Alan Nau had noticed that this enemy was peculiar to the point of uniqueness. Focusing the higher, people-oriented skills was normally a losing proposition. The very nature of Focusing tended to leave out the broad sensibilities that were necessary to manage people. And yet...Reynolt was young, brilliant, with an absolute dedication to principle. Her fanatical resistance was like nothing so much as a ziphead's loyalty to its subject matter. What if shecould be profitably Focused?

Uncle Alan's long shot had paid off. Reynolt's only academic specialty had been ancient literature, but Focus had somehow captured the more subtle skills of her accidental career: warfare, subversion, leadership. Alan had kept his discovery carefully out of sight, but he had used this very special ziphead over the following decades. Her skills had helped establish Uncle Alan as the dominant Podmaster of the Home Regime. She had been a very special gift to a very favored nephew... .

And though he would never admit it to Ritser Brughel, sometimes when Tomas looked into Reynolt's pale blue eyes...he felt a superstitious chill. For a hundred years of her lifetime, Anne Reynolt had worked to undo and suppress everything that was important to her unFocused self. If she wanted to cause him harm, she could do so much. But that was the beauty of Focus; that was the reason the Emergency would prevail. With Focus you got the capabilities of the subject without the humanity. And given attentive maintenance, all the ziphead's interest and loyalty stayed squarely on its subject matter and its owner.

"Okay, get your people on it, Anne. You have one year. We'll probably need a major vessel in low orbit during the final Ksecs."