A Deepness in the Sky Part 17

TWENTY.

In Pre-Flight, Pham Trinli had been a distant curiosity to Ezr Vinh. What little he had seen of the guy seemed sullen, lazy, and probably incompetent. He was "somebody's relative"; it was the only explanation for how he had made the crew. It was only since the ambush that Trinli's boorish, loudmouth behavior had made its impact on Ezr. Occasionally he was amusing; much more often he was loathsome. Trinli's Watch time overlapped Ezr's by sixty percent. When he went over to Hammerfest, there was Pham Trinli trading dirty stories with Reynolt's techs. When he visited Benny's booze parlor, there was Trinli with a gang of Emergents, loud and pompous as ever. It had been years-really since Jimmy Diem died-since anyone would think his behavior traitorous. Qeng Ho and Emergents had to get along, and there were plenty of Traders in Trinli's circle.

Today Ezr's loathing for the man had changed to something darker. It was the once-per-Msec Watch-manager meeting, chaired as always by Tomas Nau. This was not the empty propaganda of Ezr's fake "Fleet Management Committee." The expertise of both sides was needed if they were to survive here. And though there was never a question of who was boss, Nau actually heeded much of the advice given at these meetings. Ritser Brughel was currently off-Watch, so this meeting would proceed without pathological overtones. With the exception of Pham Trinli, the managers were people who really could make things work.

All had gone smoothly through the first Ksec. Kal Omo's programmers had sanitized a batch of head-up displays for Qeng Ho use. The new interface was limited, but better than nothing. Anne Reynolt had a new Focused roster. The full schedule was still a secret, but it looked like Trixia might get more time off. Gonle Fong proposed some Watch changes. Ezr knew were these were secret payoffs for various deals she had on the side, but Nau blandly accepted them. The underground economy she and Benny had masterminded was surely known to Tomas Nau. . .but the years had pa.s.sed and he had consistently ignored it. And he has consistently benefitedby it. And he has consistently benefitedby it. Ezr Vinh would never have thought that free trading could add much efficiency in such a small and closed society as this little camp at L1, but it clearly had improved life. Most people had their favored Watch companions. Many had Qiwi Lisolet's little bonsai bubbles in their rooms. Equipment allocation was about as slick as it could be. Maybe it just showed how screwed up the original Emergent allocation system had been. Ezr still clung to the secret belief that Tomas Nau was the deepest villain he had ever known, a ma.s.s murderer, who murdered simply to advance a lie. But he was so clever, so outwardly conciliatory. Tomas Nau was more than smart enough to allow this underground trade that helped him to proceed. Ezr Vinh would never have thought that free trading could add much efficiency in such a small and closed society as this little camp at L1, but it clearly had improved life. Most people had their favored Watch companions. Many had Qiwi Lisolet's little bonsai bubbles in their rooms. Equipment allocation was about as slick as it could be. Maybe it just showed how screwed up the original Emergent allocation system had been. Ezr still clung to the secret belief that Tomas Nau was the deepest villain he had ever known, a ma.s.s murderer, who murdered simply to advance a lie. But he was so clever, so outwardly conciliatory. Tomas Nau was more than smart enough to allow this underground trade that helped him to proceed.

"Very well, last item." He smiled down the length of the table. "As usual, the most interesting and difficult item. Qiwi?"

Qiwi Lisolet rose smoothly, stopped herself with a hand on the low ceiling. Gravity existed on Hammerfest, but it was barely good enough to keep the drinking bulbs on the table. "Interesting? I guess." She made a face. "But it's also a very irritating problem." Qiwi opened a deep pocket and pulled out a bundle of head-up displays-all tagged with "cleared-for-Peddler-use" seals. "Let's try out Kal Omo's toys." She pa.s.sed them out to the various Watch managers. Ezr took one, smiled back at her shy grin. Qiwi was still child-short, but she was as compact and nearly as tall as an average Strentmannian adult. She was no longer a little girl, or even the devastated orphan of the Relighting. Qiwi had lived Watch-on-Watch in the years after the Relight; she had aged a full year for every year that pa.s.sed. Since OnOff's light had faded to a more manageable level, she'd had some time off-Watch, but Ezr could see tiny creases beginning at the corners of her eyes. She's what now? Older than I am. She's what now? Older than I am. The old playfulness sometimes showed even still, but she never teased Ezr anymore. And he knew the stories about Qiwi and Tomas Nau were true. Poor, d.a.m.ned Qiwi. The old playfulness sometimes showed even still, but she never teased Ezr anymore. And he knew the stories about Qiwi and Tomas Nau were true. Poor, d.a.m.ned Qiwi.

But Qiwi Lin Lisolet had become something more than Ezr ever expected. Now Qiwi balanced mountains.

She waited until they all were wearing their huds. Then: "You know I manage our halo-orbit around L1." Above the middle of the table, the rockpile suddenly materialized. A tiny Hammerfest stuck out of the jumble on Ezr's side; a taxi was just mooring on the high tower. The image was crisp, cutting precisely across the wall and people behind it. But when he turned his head quickly from the rockpile to Qiwi and back, the pile blurred slightly. The placement automation couldn't quite keep up with the motion, and the visual fraud failed. No doubt, Kal Omo's programmers had been forced to replace some of the optimizations. Still, what was left was close to Qeng Ho quality, the images separately coordinated in the field of each head-up display.

Dozens of tiny red lights appeared across the surface of the rockpile. "Those are the electric-jet emplacements"-and then even more yellow spots of light-"and that is the sensor grid." She laughed, as light and playful as he remembered. "Altogether it looks like a finite element solution grid, doesn't it? But then, that's just what it is, though the grid points are real machines collecting data. Anyway, my people and I have two problems. Either one of them is fairly easy: We need to keep the jumble in orbit around L1." The jumble shrank to a stylized symbol, tracing an everchanging Lissajous figure around the glyph L1. L1. On one side hung Arachna; far away but on the same line was the OnOff star. "We have it set so we're always near the sun's limb as seen by the Spiders. It will be many years before they have the technology to detect us here.. . .But the other goal of the stabilization is to keep Hammerfest and the remaining blocks of ocean ice and airsnow all in the shadow." Back to the original view of the jumble, but now the volatiles were marked in blue and green. Every year that precious resource shrank, consumed by the humans and by evaporation into s.p.a.ce. "Unfortunately these two goals are somewhat inconsistent. The rubble pile is On one side hung Arachna; far away but on the same line was the OnOff star. "We have it set so we're always near the sun's limb as seen by the Spiders. It will be many years before they have the technology to detect us here.. . .But the other goal of the stabilization is to keep Hammerfest and the remaining blocks of ocean ice and airsnow all in the shadow." Back to the original view of the jumble, but now the volatiles were marked in blue and green. Every year that precious resource shrank, consumed by the humans and by evaporation into s.p.a.ce. "Unfortunately these two goals are somewhat inconsistent. The rubble pile is loose. loose. Sometimes our L1 stationkeeping causes torques and the rocks slide." Sometimes our L1 stationkeeping causes torques and the rocks slide."

"The rubble quakes," said Jau Xin.

"Yes. Down here at Hammerfest, you feel them all the time. Without constant supervision, the problem would be worse." The surface of the meeting table became a model of the juncture of Diamonds One and Two. Qiwi motioned across the blocks and a forty-centimeter swath of surface turned pink. "That's a shift that almost got away from us. But we can't afford the human resources to-"

Pham Trinli had sat through all this in silence, his eyes squinted down in a look of angry concentration. As Nau's original choice to manage the stabilization, Trinli had a long history of humiliation on this subject. Finally he exploded. "c.r.a.p. I thought you were going to spend some of the water, melt it into a glue you could inject between the Diamonds."

"We did that. It helps some, but-"

"But you still can't keep things settled, can you?" Trinli turned to Nau, and half rose from his chair. "Podmaster, I've told you before that I'm best for the job. The Lisolet girl knows how to run a dynamics program, and she works as hard as anyone-but she doesn't have any depth of experience." Depth of experience? How many years of hands-on does she need, old man? Depth of experience? How many years of hands-on does she need, old man?

But Nau just smiled at Trinli. No matter how absurd the idiot's contentions, Nau always invited him back. For a long time, Ezr had suspected it was some s.a.d.i.s.tic humor on the Podmaster's part.

"Well, then perhaps I should give you the job, Armsman. But consider, even now it would mean at least one-third time on-Watch." Nau's tone was courteous, but Trinli caught the dare in it. Ezr could just see the anger growing in the old man.

"One-third?" said Trinli. "I could do it on a one-fifth Watch, even if the other crewmembers were novices. No matter how cleverly the jets are emplaced, success comes down to the quality of the guidance network. Miss Lisolet doesn't understand all the features of the localizer devices she is using."

"Explain," said Anne Reynolt. "A localizer is a localizer. We've been using both ours and yours in this project." Localizers were a basic tool of any technical civilization. The tiny devices chirped their impulse codes at one another, using time of flight and distributed algorithms to accurately locate each partic.i.p.ating device. Several thousand of them formed the positioning grid on the rubble pile. Together they were a kind of low-level network, providing information on the orientation, position, and relative velocity of the electric jets and the rubble.

"Not so." Trinli smiled patronizingly. "Ours work with yours well enough, but at the price of degrading their natural performance. Here's what the units look like." The old man fiddled with his hand pad. "Miss Lisolet, these interfaces are worthless."

"Allow me," said Nau. He spoke into the air, "here are the two types of localizers we're using."

The landscape vanished, and two pieces of vacuum-rated electronics appeared on the table. No matter how often Ezr saw this sort of demonstration, it was hard to get used to. In a practiced presentation, with a predetermined display sequence, it was easy to use voice recognition to guide things. What Nau had just done was subtly beyond any Qeng Ho interface. Somewhere up in Hammerfest's attic, one or more of his ziphead slaves was listening to every word spoken here, giving context to Nau's words and mapping them through to the fleet's automation or other ziphead specialists. And here were the resulting images, as quick as if Nau's own mind contained the fleet's entire database.

Of course, Pham Trinli was oblivious to the magic. "Right." He leaned closer to the equipment. "Except that these are really more than the localizers themselves."

Qiwi: "I don't understand. We need a power supply, the sensor probes."

Trinli grinned at her, triumph dripping in his smile. "That's what you think-and perhaps it was true in the early years when ol' OnOff was frying everything. But now-" He reached closer and his finger disappeared into the side of the smaller package. "Can you show the localizer core, Podmaster?"

Nau nodded. "Right." And the image of the Qeng Ho package was cut away, component layer by component layer. In the end, all that was left was a tiny blackened fleck, not more than a millimeter across.

Sitting next to him, Ezr caught an instant of tension in Tomas Nau. The other was suddenly, intensely interested. The moment pa.s.sed before Ezr was even sure it existed. "My, that is small. Let's take a closer look."

The dustmote image swelled until it was a meter across and almost forty centimeters high. The head-up display automation painted appropriate reflections and shadows.

"Thanks." Trinli stood so they could all see him over the top of the lens-shaped gadget. "This is the basic Qeng Ho localizer-normally embedded in protective barriers, and so on. But see, in a benign environment-even outside in the shade-it is quite self-sufficient."

"Power?" said Reynolt.

Trinli waved his hand dismissively. "Just pulse them with microwaves, maybe a dozen times a second. I don't know the details, but I've seen them used in much larger numbers on some projects. I'm sure that would give finer control. As for sensors, these puppies have several simple things built in-temperature, light levels, sonics."

Jau Xin: "But how could Qiwi and the rest be ignorant of all this?"

Ezr could see where it was all going, but there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

Trinli shrugged magnanimously. He still did not realize how far his ego had taken him. "As I've been saying all along: Qiwi Lin Lisolet is young and inexperienced. Coa.r.s.e-grain localizers are good enough for most projects. Besides, the advanced characteristics are most useful in military work, and I wager that the texts she studies are deliberately vague on those issues. I, on the other hand, have worked as both an engineer and an armsman. Though it's not permitted normally, the localizers are an excellent oversight facility."

"Certainly," Nau said, looking thoughtful. "Localizers and attached sensors are the heart of proper security." And these dustmotes already had sensors and independence built in. They weren't an embedded component of a system; they could be the system itself.

"What do you think, Qiwi? Would a slew of these make things simpler for you?"

"Maybe. This is all news to me; I never thought a tech book would lie to me." She thought a moment. "But yes, if we had lots more localizers and the processing power scales properly fitted, then we could probably cut back on the human supervision."

"Very well. I want you to get the details from Armsman Trinli, and install an extended network."

"I'll be glad to take over the job, Podmaster," said Trinli.

But Nau was no fool. He shook his head. "No, you're much more valuable in your overall supervisory role. In fact, I want you and Anne to chat about this. When he comes on-Watch, Ritser will be interested, too. There should be a number of public safety applications for these gadgets."

So Pham Trinli had handed the Emergents even better manacles and chains. For an instant something like chagrined understanding flickered across the old man's face.

Ezr did his best not to talk to anyone for the rest of the day. He had never imagined that he could hate a stupid clown so much. Pham Trinli was no ma.s.s murderer, and his devious nature was written large across his every foolish move. But his stupidity had betrayed a secret the enemy had never guessed, a secret that Ezr himself had never known, a secret that others must have taken to their deaths rather than give to Tomas Nau and Ritser Brughel.

Before, he had thought that Nau kept Trinli around for laughs. Now Ezr knew better. And not since that long-ago night in the temp park had Ezr felt so coldly murderous. If there ever came a time when Pham Trinli could have a fatal accident . . .

After second mess, Ezr stayed in his quarters. His behavior shouldn't be suspicious. The live-music people took over Benny's every day about this time, and jamming was one Qeng Ho custom that Ezr had never enjoyed, even as a listener. Besides, there was plenty of work to catch up on. Some of it didn't even require that he talk to others. He slipped on the new head-up display, and looked at the Fleet Library.

In some sense, the survival of the Fleet Library was Captain Park's greatest failure. Every fleet had elaborate precautions for destroying critical parts of their local library if capture was imminent. Such schemes couldn't be complete. Libraries existed in a distributed form across the ships of their fleet. Pieces would be cached in a thousand nodes depending on the usage of the moment. Individual chips-those d.a.m.nable localizers-contained extensive maintenance and operations manuals. Yet major databases should have been zeroed in very short order. What was left would have some usefulness, but the capital insights, the terabytes of hard experimental data would be gone-or left only as hardware instantiations, understandable only by painstaking reverse engineering. Somehow that destruction had not happened, even when it was obvious that the Emergent ambush would overwhelm all the ships of Park's fleet. Or maybe Park had acted and there had been off-net nodes or backups that-contrary to all policy-had contained full copies of the library.

Tomas Nau knew a treasure when he saw it. Anne Reynolt's slaves were dissecting the thing with the inhuman precision of the Focused. Sooner or later, they would know every Trader secret. But that would take years; zipheads didn't know where to start. So Nau was using various unFocused staff to wander about the library and report on the big picture. Ezr had spent Msecs at it so far. It was a dicey job, because he had to produce some good results. . .and at the same time he tried subtly to guide their research away from things that might be immediately useful. He knew he might slip up, and eventually Nau would sense the lack of cooperation. The monster was subtle; more than once Ezr wondered who was using whom.

But today. . .Pham Trinli had just given away so much.

Ezr forced calmness on himself. Just look at the library. Write somesilly report. Just look at the library. Write somesilly report. That would count as duty time and he wouldn't have to freak out in any visible way. He played with the hand control that came with the new, "sanitized" head-up display. At least it recognized the simpler command chords: the huds seamlessly replaced his natural vision of his cabin with a view of the library's entry layer. As he looked around, the automation tracked his head motion and the images slid past almost as smoothly as if the doc.u.ments were real objects floating in his room. But. . .he fiddled with the control. d.a.m.n. Almost no customization was possible. They had gutted the interface, or changed it to some Emergent standard. This wasn't much better than ordinary wallpaper! That would count as duty time and he wouldn't have to freak out in any visible way. He played with the hand control that came with the new, "sanitized" head-up display. At least it recognized the simpler command chords: the huds seamlessly replaced his natural vision of his cabin with a view of the library's entry layer. As he looked around, the automation tracked his head motion and the images slid past almost as smoothly as if the doc.u.ments were real objects floating in his room. But. . .he fiddled with the control. d.a.m.n. Almost no customization was possible. They had gutted the interface, or changed it to some Emergent standard. This wasn't much better than ordinary wallpaper!

He reached up to pull the thing from his face, to crumple it. Calmdown. Calmdown. He was still too ticked by Trinli's screwup. Besides, this really was an improvement over wall displays. He smiled for a moment, remembering Gonle Fong's obscenity-spattered fit about keyboards. He was still too ticked by Trinli's screwup. Besides, this really was an improvement over wall displays. He smiled for a moment, remembering Gonle Fong's obscenity-spattered fit about keyboards.

So what to look at today? Something that would seem natural to Nau, but couldn't give them any more than they already had. Ah, yes, Trinli's super localizers. They'd be sitting in an out-of-the-way niche in some secure section. He followed a couple of threads, the obvious directions. This was a view of the library that no mere apprentice would have. Nau had obtained-in ways that Ezr imagined, and still gave him nightmares-top-level pa.s.swords and security parameters. Now Ezr had the same view that Captain Park himself could have had.

No luck. The pointers showed the localizers clearly. Their small size was not really a secret, but even their incidentals manifest did not show them as carrying sensors. The on-chip manuals were just as innocent of strange features. Hunh. Hunh. So Trinli was claiming there were trapdoors in the manuals that were invisible even in a captain's view of the library? So Trinli was claiming there were trapdoors in the manuals that were invisible even in a captain's view of the library?

The anger that had been churning his guts was momentarily forgotten. Ezr stared out at the data lands ranged around him, feeling suddenly relieved. Tomas Nau would see nothing strange in this situation. Except for Ezr Vinh, there might not be a single surviving Trader who would realize how absurd Trinli's story must be.

But Ezr Vinh had grown up in the heart of a great trading Family. As a child he had sat at the dinner table, listening to discussions of fleet strategies as they were really practiced. A Captain's level of access to his fleet library did not normally admit of further hidden features. Things-as always-could be lost; legacy applications were often so old that the search engines couldn't find relevance. But short of sabotage or a customizing, nonstandard Captain, there should be no isolated secrets. In the long run, such measures were simply too painful for the system maintainers.

Ezr would have laughed, except he suspected that these sanitized huds were reporting every sound he made back to Brughel's zipheads. Yet this was the first happy thought of the day. Trinli was bulls.h.i.tting us! Trinli was bulls.h.i.tting us! The old fraud bluffed about a lot of things, but he was usually careful with Tomas Nau. When it came time to give Reynolt the details, Trinli would scrounge in the chip manuals. . .and come up empty-handed. Somehow Ezr couldn't feel much sympathy for him; for once the old b.a.s.t.a.r.d would get what he deserved. The old fraud bluffed about a lot of things, but he was usually careful with Tomas Nau. When it came time to give Reynolt the details, Trinli would scrounge in the chip manuals. . .and come up empty-handed. Somehow Ezr couldn't feel much sympathy for him; for once the old b.a.s.t.a.r.d would get what he deserved.

TWENTY-ONE.

Qiwi Lin Lisolet spent a lot of time out-of-doors. Maybe with the localizer gimmick Old Trinli was promising, that would change. Qiwi floated low across the old Diamond One/Two contact edge. Now it was in sunlight, the volatiles of the earlier years moved or boiled away. Where it was undisturbed, the surface of the diamond was gray and dull and smooth, almost opalescent. The sunlight eventually burned the top millimeter or so into graphite, kind of a micro-regolith, disguising the glitter below. Every ten meters along the edge there was a rainbow glint, where a sensor was set. The ejet emplacements extended off on either side. Even this close, you could scarcely see the activity, but Qiwi knew her gear: the electric jets sputtered in millisecond bursts, guided by the programs that listened to her sensors. And even that wasn't delicate enough. Qiwi spent more than two thirds of her duty time floating around the rockpile, adjusting the ejets-and still the rock quakes were dangerously large. With a finer sensor net and the programs that Trinli was claiming, it should be easy to design better firing regimes. Then there would be millions of quakes, but so small no one would notice. And then she wouldn't have to be here so much of the time. Qiwi wondered what it would be like to be on a low-duty cycle Watch schedule like most people. It would save medical resources, but it would also leave poor Tomas even more alone.

Her mind slid around the worry. There are things you can cure andthings you can't; be grateful for what Trinli's localizers will make right. There are things you can cure andthings you can't; be grateful for what Trinli's localizers will make right. She floated up from the cleft, and checked with the rest of her maintenance crew. She floated up from the cleft, and checked with the rest of her maintenance crew.

"Just the usual problems," Floria Peres's voice sounded in her ear. Floria was coasting over the "upper slopes" of Diamond Three. That was above the rockpile's current zero-surface. They lost a few jets there every year. "Three loosened mountings. . .we caught them in time."

"Very good. I'll put Arn and Dima on it. I think we're done early." She smiled to herself. Plenty of time for the more interesting projects. She switched her comm away from her crew's public sequency. "Hey, Floria. You're in charge of the distillery this Watch, true?"

"Sure." There was a chuckle in the other's voice. "I try to get that job every time; working for you is just one of the unavoidable ch.o.r.es that come along with it."

"Well, I have some things for you. Maybe we can deal?"

"Oh, maybe." Floria was on a mere ten-percent duty cycle; even so, this was a dance they had been through before. Besides, she was Qeng Ho. "Meet me down at the distillery in a couple of thousand seconds. We can have tea."

The volatiles distillery sat at the end of its slow trek across the dark side of the rockpile. Its towers and retorts glistened with frost in the Arachna-light; in other places, it glowed with dull red heat where fractionation and recombination occurred. What came out was the simple stock materials for their factory and the organic sludges for the bactries. The core of the L1 distillery was from the Qeng Ho fleet. The Emergents had brought along similar equipment, but it had been lost in the fighting. Thank goodness it was ours that survived. Thank goodness it was ours that survived. The repairs and new construction had forced them to scavenge from all the ships. If the distillery core had been Emergent technology, they'd've been lucky to have anything working now. The repairs and new construction had forced them to scavenge from all the ships. If the distillery core had been Emergent technology, they'd've been lucky to have anything working now.

Qiwi tied down her taxi a few meters from the distillery. She unloaded her thermal-wrapped cargo, and pulled herself along the guide ropes toward the entrance. Around her lay the sweeping drifts of their remaining h.o.a.rd of volatiles: airsnow and ocean ice from the surface of Arachna. Those had come a long way, and cost a lot. Much of the original ma.s.s, especially the airsnow, had been lost in the Relight and chance illuminations since. The remainder had been pushed and balanced into the safest shadows, had been melted in a vain attempt to glue the rockpile together, had been used to breathe and eat and live. Tomas had plans to hollow out portions of Diamond One as a really secure capture cave. Maybe that wouldn't be necessary. As the sun slowly dimmed, it should be easier to save what was left. Meantime, the distillery made its slow progress-less than ten meters per year-through the drifts of ice and air. Behind, it left starglint on raw diamond, and a track of anchor holes.

Floria's control cubby was at the base of the distillery's rearmost towers. As part of the original Qeng Ho module, it had been nothing more than a pressurized hutch to eat and nap in. Over the years of the Exile, its various occupants had added to it. Coming in on it from ground level. . .Qiwi paused a moment. Most of her life was spent either in close-in rooms and tunnels, or in open emptiness. Floria's latest changes made this something in between. She could imagine what Ezr would say of this: It really did look like a little cabin, almost like the fairy-tale pictures of how a farmer might live in the snow-covered foothills of an ancient land, close to a glistening forest.

Qiwi climbed past the outriggers and anchor cables-the edge of the magic forest-and knocked on the cabin door.

Trading was always fun. She had tried so many times to explain that to Tomas. The poor fellow had a good heart, but he came from a culture that just could not understand.

Qiwi brought partial payment for Floria's most recent output: inside the thermal wrap was a twenty-centimeter bonsai, something Papa had worked Msecs to build. Micro-dwarf ferns grew out into multiple canopies. Floria held the bonsai bubble close to the room's overhead light and looked up through the green. "The midges!"-submillimeter bugs. "They have colored wings!"

Qiwi had followed her friend's reaction with carefully pretended neutrality, but now she couldn't help herself, and she laughed. "I wondered if you would notice." The bonsai was smaller than Papa's usual, but it might be the most beautiful yet, better than anything Qiwi had ever seen in the library. She reached into the thermal wrap and brought out the other part of the payment. "And this is from Gonle, personally. It's a clasp stand for the bonsai."

"It's. . .wood." Floria had been charmed by the bonsai. Her reaction to the wood plate was more like amazement. She reached out to slide her fingers across the polished grain.

"We can make it by the tonne lot now, kind of a reverse dry rot. Of course, since Gonle grows it in vats, it looks a little strange." The stripes and whorls were biowaves caught in the grain of the wood. "We'd need more s.p.a.ce and time to get real rings." Or maybe not; Papa thought he might be able to trick the biowaves into faking growth rings.

"Doesn't matter." Floria's voice was abstracted. "Gonle has won her bet. . .or your father has won it for her. Imagine. Real wood in quant.i.ty, not just twigs in a bonsai bubble, or brush in the temp's park." She looked at Qiwi's grinning face. "And I bet she figures this more than pays for past deals."

"Well. . .we hoped it would soften you up." They sat down, and Floria brought out the tea she had promised, from Gonle Fong's agris and before that from the mounds of volatiles and diamond that surrounded the distillery. The two of them worked through the list that Benny and Gonle had put together. The list was not just their orders, but the result of the brokering that went on day after day up in Benny's parlor. There were items here that were mainly for Emergent use. Lord, there were items in here that Tomas could have simply demanded, and that Ritser Brughel would certainly have demanded.

Floria's objections were a catalogue of technical problems, things she would need before she could undertake what was asked of the distillery. She would get all she could out of these deals, but in fact what was being asked of her was technically difficult. Once, in pre-Flight when Qiwi couldn't have been more than seven years old, Papa had taken her to a distillery at Triland. "This is what feeds the bactries, Qiwi, just as the bactries support the parks. Each layer is more wonderful than the one below it, but making even the lowliest distillery is a kind of art." Ali loved his high end of the job above all others, but he still respected those others. Floria Peres was a talented chemist, and the dead goo she made was a marvelous creation.

Four thousand seconds later, they had agreed on a web of perks and favors for the rest of Floria's Watch. They sat for a time, sipping a new batch of tea and idly discussing what they might try after the current goals were accomplished. Qiwi told her Trinli's claims about the localizers.

"That's good news, if the old fart isn't lying. Maybe now you won't have to live at such a high duty cycle." Floria looked across at Qiwi, and there was a strange, sad expression in her eyes. "You were a little girl, and now you're older than I am. You shouldn't have to burn your life out, child, just to keep a bunch of rocks lined up."

"It-It's not that bad. It needs to be done, even if we don't have the best medical support." Besides, Tomas is always on Watch and he needsmy help. Besides, Tomas is always on Watch and he needsmy help. "And there are advantages to being up most of the time. I get into almost everything. I know where there are deals to be made, goodies to be scrounged. It makes me a better Trader." "And there are advantages to being up most of the time. I get into almost everything. I know where there are deals to be made, goodies to be scrounged. It makes me a better Trader."

"Hmm." Floria looked away, and then abruptly back. "This isn't trading! It's a silly game!" Her voice softened. "I'm sorry, Qiwi. You can't really know. . .but I know what trade is really like. I've been to Kielle. I've been to Canberra. This," she waved her hand, as if to encompa.s.s all of L1-"this is just pretend. You know why I always ask for this distillery job? I've made this control cubby into something like a home, where I I can pretend. I can pretend I'm alone and far away. I don't have to live in the temp with Emergents who pretend they are decent human beings." can pretend. I can pretend I'm alone and far away. I don't have to live in the temp with Emergents who pretend they are decent human beings."

"But many of them are, Floria!"

Peres shook her head, and her voice rose. "Maybe. And maybe that's the most terrible part of it. Emergents like Rita Liao and Jau Xin. Just folks, eh? And every day they use other human beings like less than animals, like-like machine parts. machine parts. Even worse, that's their living. Isn't Liao a 'programmer manager' and Xin a 'pilot manager'? The greatest evil in the universe, and they lap it up and then sit down with us in Benny's parlor, Even worse, that's their living. Isn't Liao a 'programmer manager' and Xin a 'pilot manager'? The greatest evil in the universe, and they lap it up and then sit down with us in Benny's parlor, and we accept them! and we accept them! " Her voice scaled up to just short of a shriek, and she was abruptly silent. She closed her eyes tight, and tears floated gently downward through the air. " Her voice scaled up to just short of a shriek, and she was abruptly silent. She closed her eyes tight, and tears floated gently downward through the air.

Qiwi reached out to touch Floria's hand, not knowing if the other might simply strike her. This was a pain she saw in various people. Some she could reach. Others, like Ezr Vinh, held it so rigidly secret that all she felt was a hint of hidden, pulsing rage.

Floria was silent, hunched over on herself. But after a moment she grasped Qiwi's hand in both her own and bowed her head toward it, weeping. Her words were choked, almost unintelligible. ". . .don't blame you. . . .I really don't. I know 'bout your father." She gasped on silent sobs, and after a moment her words came more clearly. "I know you love this Tomas Nau. That's okay. He couldn't manage without you, but we'd probably all be dead then, too."

Qiwi put her other arm around the woman's shoulders. "But I don't love him." The words popped out, surprising her. And Floria looked up, surprised too.

"I mean, I respect him. He saved me when things were worst, after Jimmy killed my mother. But-" Strange to be talking to Floria like this, saying words that before she had said only inside herself. Tomas needed her. He was a good man raised in a terrible, evil system. The proof of his goodness was that he had come as far as he had, that he understood the evil and worked to end it. Qiwi doubted that she could have done as much; she would have been more like Rita and Jau, dumbly accepting, grateful to have evaded the net of Focus. Tomas Nau really wanted to change things. But love him? For all his humor, love, wisdom, there was a. . .remoteness. . .to Tomas. She hoped he never realized she felt that about him. And I hope subversive Floria has disabled Ritser's bugs. And I hope subversive Floria has disabled Ritser's bugs.

Qiwi pushed the thoughts away. For a moment she and Floria just stared at each other, surprised to see the other's heart exposed. Hmm. Hmm. She gave Floria a little pat on the shoulder. "I've known you for more than a year of shared Watch, and this is the first time there's been any hint you felt this way. . . ." She gave Floria a little pat on the shoulder. "I've known you for more than a year of shared Watch, and this is the first time there's been any hint you felt this way. . . ."

Floria released Qiwi's hand, and wiped at the tears that still stood in her eyes. Her voice was almost under control. "Yeah. Before, I could always keep a lid on it. 'Lie low,' I told myself, 'and be a proper little conquered Peddler.' We're naturally good at that, don't you think? Maybe it comes from having the long view. But now. . .You know I had a sister in-fleet?"

"No." I'm sorry. I'm sorry. There had been so many Qeng Ho in the fleet before the fighting, and little Qiwi had known so few. There had been so many Qeng Ho in the fleet before the fighting, and little Qiwi had known so few.

"Luan was a wild card, not too bright, but good with people. . .the sort a wise Fleet Captain throws in the mix." A smile came close to surfacing, then drowned in bleak remembrance. "I have a doctorate in chemical engineering, but they Focused Luan and left me free. It should have been me, me, but they took her instead." but they took her instead."

Floria's face twisted with guilt that should not have been. Maybe Floria was immune to permanent infection by the mindrot, like many of the Qeng Ho. Or maybe not. Tomas needed at least as many free as Focused, else the system would die the death of details. Qiwi opened her mouth to explain, but Floria wasn't listening.

"I lived with that. And I kept track of Luan. They Focused her on their art art . Watch-on-Watch, she and her gang carved out those friezes on Hammerfest. You probably saw her a hundred times." . Watch-on-Watch, she and her gang carved out those friezes on Hammerfest. You probably saw her a hundred times."