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  She led him away towards the cafeteria. He could see Sam and one of the military types watching out of the corner of their eyes. But what could they do? His assignment was to get close to SuYong Shu. They ordered tea, sat at a table near the window.

  "So," she said. "Tell me about your schedule. When could you be free for a week or so to visit? And do you know Rangan's schedule as well?"

  Kade started to walk her through the experiments they had planned for the rest of the year, when there might be a hole. A moment later, he felt her in his mind.

  He could feel her mind touching his in other ways, weaving a false set of memories to cover their conversation even as they spoke.

  Are we being watched?
he asked.

  Kade waxed poetic about the need to book lab time months in advance, and how that would affect his calendar for the rest of the year.

  I have a lot to learn,
he sent her.

  He did. She absorbed it in an instant.

  I did not do this thing,
she told him.

  He felt a cold, vast anger inside her. The attack on him offended her. It made her furious.

  Someone wants to make you a slave,
Shu told him. 
Someone wants your secrets.

  Do you know who?
he asked her.

  Could it be Professor Ananda?
Kade asked.
He's one of their other suspects.

  She mentally shook her head.
Not Ananda.

  Or Ted Prat-Nung?
he asked.

  Shu looked at him sidelong this time. He caught a sense of… something.
Not Thanom.

  They talked logistics out loud for a time. Flights. Lodging. Who to meet. Rangan's schedule.

  Can you help me about Friday?
he asked her.
Help me warn them? Some way that the ERD doesn't find out?

  The temptation was strong. To have a mentor he could trust, that he could turn to. To work towards real goals and not spend all his time hiding them…

  But he would be a slave there too. He would be making weapons. There would be blood on his hands.

  I'm sorry,
he sent her.
I can't accept the price you pay.

  She had so much anger inside. She hated them. He caught a flash of her mentor, Yang Wei, burning to death…

  She watched him die, he realized. How would that affect me?

  He shook it off. It didn't matter.

  I'm sorry,
he sent her.
This isn't just my life on the line. There are more than a hundred people whose futures are at stake. I can't let them down.

  They're humans,
she sent him.
You're more valuable.
 
You're wasting your potential.

  Everyone could be greater,
he sent.
This is about choice and freedom, right? About everyone's potential.

  The world needs leaders, Kade,
she sent him.
After we tear down the old order, there will be a vacuum. Who will rule? Giving full power to everyone would be like putting guns in the hands of children. In time we'll uplift some, but I need a core group of people like you to fill that initial void. You will always be one of the elite.

  Ruling…
he replied.
One of the elite…

  There is no other way,
she sent.

  Who decides who gets to be part of that elite?
he asked her.
Who decides which people get uplifted?

  He saw it through her eyes. The old men that ruled her country and his, on their knees, giving way to the new order, or burning. Dying. Everywhere burning.

  It was too much. Head reeling, he stumbled to his feet, backed away from her. He mumbled some word of farewell aloud. Her disappointment followed him. He turned and shambled in a daze back towards his poster. He felt her web of false memories knit itself shut around the conversation they'd just had. He hardly cared.

  Her final thoughts followed him.
One day you'll see the truth, Kade. The humans are the enemies of the future. They hate us. They hate our beauty and our potential. Either they hunt us down and kill and enslave us, or we rise above them and take our rightful place in this world. There are no other options.

  Madness. Madness everywhere. The ERD would make him a slave. Shu would make him a tyrant and a killer. He had to find some other way.

 
 

Wats slid slowly out of the shadow of the inner wall of Wat Hua Lamphong. It was the hour of evening meditation, between dinner and sleep, and the monks had all been called to the central hall. Golden Buddhas watched him with serene, lifeless eyes. Their half smiles mocked him. Red-faced guardian demons leered at him. A giant statue of the Hindu elephant god Ganesha watched him pass with alien indifference.

  He'd watched the small number of monks' rooms all evening, had seen Tuksin enter and exit one near the end. This was a city temple, more for worship by the laity than for monks, but a few dwelled here. Tuksin and Ananda both had small cells, close to Chulalongkorn University where Ananda worked and taught during the week. Ananda's home monastery lay to the north-east, he knew, a hundred or so klicks out of town, up in the mountains.

  Wats crept silently, slowly forward, moving at a pace the chameleonware could accommodate. Too fast and no technology could camouflage you. The key was patience. And luck. He remained alert to lights and motion. A sister passed by four feet away from him, heading from one place to another on some errand, oblivious to his presence. He froze while she passed, moved again when she had rounded a corner.

  Finally he came to the door that he'd watched Tuksin enter and exit. He tried the knob with gloved hands. It was locked. He slid the small autopick from his thigh pocket, inserted its matte black length into the lock. It whirred softly as it felt its way within the lock, shifted its shape to fit. Then a click. He turned the autopick and the knob turned with it. Wats entered the cell, closed the door silently behind him.

  He dared not turn on a light. Instead he scanned the room with the electromagnetic senses of his goggles. Night vision revealed a small spartan space. A narrow bed against one wall. A writing desk with an outdated terminal, a phone resting beside it. A bookshelf with a few texts in Thai and English. A wardrobe. A sink. No bathroom door.

  The only transmissions in the room came from the phone and the terminal. He moved forward, slid a probe into a port on the phone, let it do its work. There was a thumbprint sensor on the side of the phone. He slid a print imager across it. As a precaution he did the same with the thumbprint sensor attached to the terminal, went to the doorknob, did it a third time.

  As the probe cloned the phone's data he searched the wardrobe. Monk's robes. Sandals. Underwear. A cloak with a hood. No hidden back or bottom.

  The probe beeped softly. Wats extracted it, slid a different tip into the terminal.

  He lifted the mattress. Two boxes beneath the bed. One held old-fashioned photographs, a young man in a village. Tuksin, before he was a monk. The other held closed-toe shoes. He felt the top surface of the mattress. Nothing. He felt along the sides. Nothing. He felt along the bottom. Hmm. There, a change in consistency. He explored it, found a place where he could part the fabric and slide his hand in, pulled out a large opaque package, soft-sided, waterproof.

  Within it… business attire. Pants and a button-down shirt. A wallet with tens of thousands of baht in it in paper bills. A wig, short black hair, conventional looking. So, Tuksin liked to dress up like a layperson some times. Interesting.

  The probe beeped softly again. He retrieved it from the terminal. The tiny display showed success in copying the data.

  He slid the clothes back where he had found them, surveyed the room to ensure it was exactly as he'd found it, then let himself out the door and locked it behind him.

 

Kade came to his senses to the sound of his slate chiming at him. It was the insistent chime, the one that signaled a real-time connection request from one of his high-priority contacts.

  He rolled off the bed and got it. Sam was sitting upright, watching him.

 

  [Incoming video call from Ilyana Alexander. Accept? Y/N]

 

  "It's Ilya," he said to Sam. "Can I take it?"

  "Go ahead," she replied. "But you can't tell her anything."

  Kade nodded grimly. He hit Y, angled the slate such that Sam wouldn't be visible.

  Ilya's face appeared on the screen.

  "Kade! I'm so glad you answered. Are you OK?"

  "Hey, Ilya. Yeah, I'm fine."

  "You look like shit! I heard you were mugged."

  "Yeah, it's true. How'd you hear that?"

  "Someone posted it from the conference. Grad student mugged last night. Also that he had a great poster. Also that there was an explosion and a double murder in Bangkok near where he was mugged. Any connection?"

  Kade sighed, aware that Sam was watching him. "Only to the poster. I think they mugged me 'cuz they didn't like my graphs."

  Ilya chuckled.

  "How're you holding up, Kade?"

  "Good. The mugging sucked. But, you know, the conference is going well. I met Professor Shu."

  "Yeah? What's she like?"

  He hesitated. "She's charming. Really
charming
. She invited me to come out to Shanghai. Maybe in August or so. She might invite Rangan too."

  "Oooh, aren't you the jet-setter?"

  Kade chuckled in return.

  "You really OK, Kade?"

  He forced himself to smile. Ilya would know that he couldn't tell her anything useful. She was just calling to let him know that she cared. She was calling to lend him strength.

  "Yeah, Ilya. Thank you. I'm really OK."

  She looked skeptical. "OK. I'll let you go, I guess. Sorry to call so late."

  The screen said 1.12am. It must be, what, noon back home? Eleven?

  "No problem."

  She smiled at him. His heart melted. He missed her. He missed Rangan. He would find a way out of this. He would.

  She reached forward to disconnect.

  "Ilya… hold on."

  "Sure, Kade. What's up?"

  How could he express this? How could he say this without getting at the issues he couldn't talk about? Issues he didn't even want Sam to clue into.

  The world was going mad around him. What he wanted was a check on his sanity.

  "Ilya. It's really pretty intense here. There's a lot of stuff you don't see in the States, you know. Really provocative stuff."

  Ilya nodded. "Yeah. I hear Thailand is that way."

  He still didn't know how to approach this. He tried. "Ilya… in your essays. You talk about increasing access to trans-human tech. You talk about all the upsides. Do you ever worry about it being misused?"

  She nodded. "Yeah, Kade. Of course. We've talked about this. Everything gets misused, sometimes. People will do all sorts of nasty shit with transhuman tech. But through history, when people have had the chance to use technology to improve their own lives, they've done a lot of good along with the harm. The good has more than outweighed the bad. Dramatically so. That's the only reason we're here today."

  Kade nodded. "Yeah."

  He wanted to ask his friend directly what he should do. He couldn't do that. Couldn't give any of this away. Not with Sam right there. Not over an ordinary video call over an ordinary slate.

  "What about… what if only a few have it?"

  "You mean if only the rich have a technology? Only the powerful? Or only the elites?"

  Kade nodded.

  "Broad dissemination and individual choice turn most technologies into a plus. If only the elites have access, it's a dystopia. The worse events in history… The worst atrocities… Maybe half of them arose directly because the powerful had a monopoly or a near-monopoly on some key capability."

  Kade nodded. "Yeah. That's what I thought you would say."

  She peered at him. "You sure you're OK, Kade?"

  He smiled. "Better all the time, Ilya. Thank you. Thanks for calling."

  She smiled at him. He could see the worry in her eyes, but she did her best. He wished he could touch her mind.

  "I love you, Kade." She smirked at him. "Like a brother, I mean. I know Rangan loves you too."

  Something relaxed inside him. Some tiny fraction of the tension in his body dissipated.

  "I love you too, Ilya. Both of you. Tell Rangan I said so."