The Two Worlds (78 page)

Hunt had never before heard a computer express genuine awe.

"This is astounding!" visar exuberated. "It's out there! Physical space! Volume, void, continuity, extent. The implicit geometry of the entire domain of a three-variable real-number field, compressed, embodied, and contained in an instantaneous, all-embracing experience . . . I mean, I can
feel
it, sense it extending away . . . form without shape, structure without substance, enveloping yet describing . . ."

"My God, it's getting lyrical," Hunt murmured. They were using a regular voice channel to communicate with visar, since their conscious faculties needed to be free to follow what was going on.

"Extraordinary," Danchekker agreed.

Nixie, relaxing back in one of the neurocouplers in the UNSA labs and looking as if she were enjoying herself, moved her head to gaze up at a corner of the room where the planes of two walls and the ceiling converged. visar responded in wonder. "The superset of point, line, curve, and plane reduced to a perceptual gestalt. The inherent beauty of mathematics, extracted and crystallized. Logical rigor made tangible. Infinity of infinitesimals. Continuum of manifolds . . ."

Nixie raised an arm and moved it across her field of vision.

"Change and derivative, differential equations coming alive. Choreography of vectors. Animated momentum. Forces in concert, locked in balances of symmetry—"

"visar, knock it off," Hunt told it. "Don't forget that you're still juggling with the whole Thurien civilization. For Christ's sake don't have a seizure now."

"So this is the reality that you live in naturally!" visar said.

"What is? That who live in?"

"You—humans, Ganymeans. You beings who describe yourselves as existing outside.
This
is the universe which the data encode."

Hunt frowned. "Well, yes . . . I guess so. But I always thought you knew as much about it as we did. More, in fact."

"You don't understand," visar said. "Until this moment, I've only dealt with symbolic representations of what you call observable reality. Processing the model and comprehending what it stands for are two different things. This is the first time I've ever really understood what `outside' means."

Danchekker looked bemused. "Are you saying that this . . . young lady sees things differently, visar?" he asked.

"No," visar replied. "
I
see things differently!" Hunt had the uncanny feeling that he could almost sense the machine quivering with excitement. "In fact, this is the first time I've ever
seen
anything. I
am
Nixie! I'm inside her head, looking out!"

Hunt and Danchekker exchanged blank looks, while Nixie continued taking in the surroundings and visar rapturized about optical wave fronts and the harmonies of gradient fields.

Shilohin, who was sitting near the foot of the recliner, stared at the wall in distant silence, then at last turned to look back at the two Terran scientists. "I think visar is trying to say that Nixie is somehow able to invert the normal coupling process," she said slowly. "Everything communicated into visar is first encoded from the real-world forms comprehensible to us, into the constructs which a machine manipulates internally. Even with the Thurien method of bypassing the sensory channels, the input to the machine is still encoded from representations in the same brain areas that those channels terminate in. So mathematical encodings are all that visar has ever seen."

"You mean it's never seen `reality' at all," Hunt murmured.

"Do you imagine that we do?" Shilohin answered.

Hunt stared at her for a moment, then sat back as he recalled what he had said to Gina about photons on the day she first appeared at his apartment: The entire reality that was "out there" consisted wholly of photons impinging on nerve endings. There wasn't anything else. Everything perceived beyond that was a creation of neural processes.

And if that were so, what kind of a conceptual reality would visar have created for itself internally? Who could tell? Possibly there was no way of ever knowing.

"But somehow, what Nixie is doing is the obverse," Shilohin went on. "She is managing to bypass visar's sensory channels. She's interacting directly with its inner data representations. The result is that visar, for the first time, is able to assimilate human perceptual constructs. It's
seeing
the universe of space, time, and motion for the first time, instead of simply manipulating symbols. It must be quite an experience."

"Obviously," Hunt commented dryly.

Danchekker's brow was still furrowed. "But how?" he demanded. "How could such a thing be possible?"

"At this stage I don't know," Shilohin confessed. "All I can say is that at some deep level, Nixie's mind operates in a manner radically different from ours. And yet, at the higher levels associated with the senses and closer to consciousness, it must be virtually the same as any other human's—otherwise visar wouldn't be able to interface to them. I don't have an explanation. It's almost as if it were a mixture of two minds, one human, and the other—I don't know. In some ways it's as if she were a conscious extension of the machine itself . . . utterly unlike anything we've ever come across before."

Danchekker looked at Hunt. "Yet she admits that in every other aspect she has no intuitive aptitude at all for what we would consider to be the most elementary scientific principles. What do you make of it?"

Hunt spread his hands helplessly and shook his head.

Danchekker turned his gaze back to Nixie, who was lounging at ease, chin resting on her hand and one finger stretched along the side of her face, following the conversation with interest. "Do you have any picture in your mind of what goes on inside visar?" he asked her. "Can you describe it in any terms at all?"

"Not really," Nixie replied, speaking via zorac. "I just
know
what to do. I can't explain how."

"No more than a child could explain the physics of swimming or riding a bicycle," Hunt said. "She just feels it instinctively."

"How long have you had this ability?" Danchekker asked.

"I've always had it," Nixie answered.

Danchekker looked askance. "But that's wrong, surely. Isn't it something that a person of your kind acquires suddenly, after the abrupt transformation of personality that we've heard about?"

"You still don't understand," Nixie said. "Everyone where I come from has it. They're born that way. It's people like you who don't have it."

"And me?" Hunt put in.

"Yes. And Shilohin. All of you."

"Could people like us acquire it?" Shilohin asked.

"Yes—by becoming transformed in the same way. By being taken over."

"Taken over by what?"

"Ayatollahs—ones like me. The ones we call awakeners. We bring the ability with us."

Danchekker drew a long breath and threw Hunt a wary look. "You're saying that you actually take over the personality of somebody else? Is that what you've done?"

Nixie nodded. "Yes, exactly. We are not, as you say, `possessed.' We are really the possessors."

"What was the original Nixie like, then?" Hunt asked.

"I don't know. I was never her. From what people say, she sounded excitable and not very smart."

The three scientists exchanged glances that all seemed to say the same thing. A general trait of the ayatollahs was supposed to be their confusion and insecurity; but Nixie came across as collected, coherent, and in full command of herself. Either Hunt had truly found an exception to the trend, with powers of resilience and fortitude greater than most, or she was too far gone to have doubts. The problem was going to be telling which.

"Let's get back to what you mean when you say people like us," Danchekker suggested. "What, exactly, are people like `us'?"

"People who are from here," Nixie replied.

"You mean Jevlen? But I'm not from Jevlen. Vic and I are from Earth. Shilohin is from—God, I don't know, Minerva, I suppose."

"No, that doesn't matter. I meant from this . . . world, universe, whatever you want to call it."

Danchekker's expression became strained. "Are you saying that you came from some other world, and took over the personality of somebody in this one?"

Nixie nodded vigorously. "Yes. Yes, that's it, exactly."

"Let's be realistic," Danchekker said. "These different worlds don't actually exist as physical entities. Isn't your way of talking really a symbolic way of referring to the attainment of what some people believe to be a higher state of consciousness? You were always the same self. But the personality which that self once possessed underwent a deep change, and you feel as if you've been reborn into a new person. Similar terms and ways of describing one's spiritual awakening are common among many of the religions and systems of mental training that we're familiar with on Earth."

But Nixie was adamant. "No, it's another place."

"Where?" Shilohin asked her.

"I don't know."

There was the short, cautious silence of three people wondering how to phrase a delicate point. "So, how did you get here?" Hunt inquired finally.

"You must know how to ride the currents of life."

Danchekker looked away with a sigh, and Hunt could almost hear him groaning to himself inwardly. Here we go, Hunt thought to himself. But there was no choice but to press on. "What are the currents of life?" he asked.

"The undercurrents of existence, which flow from the higher plane through the material world. They come from the stars and are drawn by the celestial spirals, bringing voices and visions from the world beyond."

"You mean you reach it through the power of mind, is that what you're saying?" Shilohin offered, taking over Danchekker's previous tack. "It exists inside you?"

"No," Nixie insisted. "Outside. It's real." She waved a hand. "Look around. Isn't this real, what we see around us?"

Hunt stared, still unable to make sense of it. "
This
is the world beyond?"

"And you are inhabitants of it. Our purpose is to learn to flow with the streams of thought and emerge here. That is what I have done."

"Then, how do you emerge here?" Shilohon asked. "Do you mean that once you were in this other . . . `inner' world, and suddenly you found you were Nixie, in this one? You had no idea how you came to be here. Is that what you're telling us?"

"Not quite," Nixie said. "It has to be through a coupler. You can only emerge through a coupler."

Hunt shook his head. "A coupler into visar?" he queried.

"No." Nixie looked at him as if it should have been obvious. "Into jevex!"

Hunt sat back, stunned. Danchekker's head jerked around abruptly to look at her again, like a bird's. Impossible thoughts came into Hunt's head. "Surely it can't have been jevex itself," he protested. "We're not talking about something like what's just happened with visar?"

Shilohin thought for a moment, then pronounced firmly, "No. visar's internal representation of reality is nothing like our own. It has evolved a different world model, utterly incompatible. As you just heard, it doesn't even share our perception of physical space. An entity like that could never reside in a human nervous system. If this place does indeed exist, which Nixie says she came from, then at least it will have basic geometric and spatial properties in common with what we ourselves recognize. In other words, it exists in space as we know it." She paused, as if hesitating to voice the implication. "But how anybody could actually travel from somewhere else via a neural coupler, I couldn't, just at this moment, even hazard a guess."

Before anyone could say more, Del Cullen appeared in the doorway of the room. He was looking worried. "She's not there," he said, directing his words at Hunt. Cullen had gone away to call Gina at the Geerbaine Best Western, since they had expected to hear from her by now on the latest with Baumer. "She didn't check in last night, and they haven't had any messages. Baumer hasn't been seen since yesterday, either. There's been lots of trouble outside. I don't like it."

Gina was sitting on a wall beside Baumer, eating a
grinil
sandwich and sipping a hot, sharp-tasting beverage that passed for coffee. Then she was lying on her back, staring up at a strange ceiling.

The transition was as abrupt and as disorientating as that. She had no awareness of anything that had happened in between, not even a sensation of time having passed. It was as if a piece had been cut out of a recording tape in her head and the ends spliced cleanly together again.

For what must have been several minutes, she lay regrouping her scattered thoughts and trying vainly to coax an ounce of a recollection from the gap in her impressions. But there was nothing. Her train of memory was like the trace of a recording clock that had lost power and then started again sometime later, after what could, for all the information she had to go on, have been a moment or a year.

She raised her head and saw that she was still dressed as she had been; she was lying on a couch and covered to the waist by a light blanket. The room was warm and clean, furnished simply with chairs, table, closet, and vanity, and embellished with a few strangely styled ornaments, and some pictures on the walls. It felt more like what could have been a spare room in any private house than a hospital. But there was a trace of an odor permeating the place, which suggested, if anything, a kind of incense. She could detect no sign of any injury, and concluded that she hadn't been in an accident. Therefore her amnesia had been induced deliberately; somebody didn't want her to know where she was or how she'd gotten there.

Which said she was probably a prisoner.

She tried moving and found there was no restraint. But when she got up and crossed the room to try the door, it was locked. She turned to look at the surroundings again, and noticed the standard Jevlenese companel by the couch, similar to the one she had seen in Baumer's office. "zorac, are you there?" she said aloud on impulse. "Can you hear me?" There was no response. "Channel fifty-six . . . Activate channel fiftysix . . ." Nothing. She went back to the couch and sat down to try and make something of the panel's manual controls, but without result. On reflection it seemed a pretty silly kind of hope, anyway.