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Her smile quirked. "You should see the way your eyes gleam when you say that."
"I like jets."
She indicated the c.o.c.kpit around them. "Call this my present to you, then."
He spoke dryly. "That's why you grabbed me? To give me a ride in your quicksilver killer?"
Alpha turned around to her controls.
Thomas sat back, wondering if he had offended her. Could you insult an AI?
"If it's my present," he said, "do I get to keep it?"
He expected her to ignore him or give one of her laconic negatives. Instead she asked, "What would you do with it?"
Maybe he wasn't the only one poking for information. "Bring it into Langley Air Force Base or Andrews. Or Pax River. If we were out west, I might take it to Nellis."
Her voice tightened. "So your Air Force can a.n.a.lyze it."
"Alpha, why not? Charon is gone. Work with us. Exchange information for amnesty. The Pentagon would jump at the chance."
She snorted. "Before or after they dismantled my brain?"
"They won't if you talk."
"Can you guarantee that?"
He knew he should lie and tell her yes. But she could probably tell when he wasn't telling the truth. It would lessen his credibility, and he might need it later in his ongoing battle of words with her. So he said, "No, I can't. But I can guarantee I'll do everything within my power to make sure it doesn't happen." It wasn't an inconsiderable promise, given his rank and position.
Alpha didn't answer. They hummed through the night in an unending abyss of air, with stars above and darkness below.
After a while, she said, "General?"
"Yes?"
"Were you . . ."
He waited. "Was I what?"
"You were willing to die to protect your granddaughter."
"I would do anything to keep her safe."
"Have you ever felt that way about a woman?"
He thought of Janice. "Yes."
"Why?"
"I loved her."
Silence.
"Isn't that how you feel about Charon?" he asked.
"No."
His frustration welled. "Then why carry out his plans?"
"Do you agree with every order you receive from your leaders?"
"That isn't the point."
"Yes, it is."
"I took an oath to my country," he said. "I may not agree with every decision they make, but that doesn't stop my loyalty."
Her voice tightened. "And that would be true if they died."
"It's not the same. Charon was insane. He wasn't operating in anyone's best interest except what he perceived as his own, even if it meant he G.o.dd.a.m.ned started a war."
"Perceived?"
"Well, he died."
"I see," she said coldly. "So if you're willing to give your life for the people or country you love, it's n.o.ble, but if Charon loses his in pursuit of what he considers valuable, he's insane."
"d.a.m.n it, Alpha, it's a moral difference. Look at what he wanted. Look at how it would have affected the world. Then look at what soldiers who defend their country want, or what the love of family achieves in human life. You're perfectly capable of that a.n.a.lysis. Then you tell me Charon's intent was no different than what I'm talking about."
"To him, it was the same."
"You're avoiding my question."
"It's irrelevant to this situation."
"Why?"
"Regardless of my a.n.a.lysis, I have to carry out my function." Her voice had a strange quality, a new one.
Hesitation?
"No, you don't," he said. "You decide your purpose. You."
Silence.
He clenched his hand on the stick. She locked his words out of her mind the same way she locked him out of the jet's controls. There had to be a way to reach her.
"Alpha, have you heard of Sunrise Alley?"
"Sam Bryton's EIs."
"Sam didn't create them. She's just the person they chose as their liaison with humanity."
"Because she wrote those essays on the rights of human-created intelligences."
He hadn't realized Alpha knew that. Sam hadn't written much since her father's death three years ago, but her early essays were famous. Profound, articulate, and controversial, they explored the th.o.r.n.y questions of what would happen when humanity's creations no longer wished to be stepchildren to the human race.
"The Alley is an independent coalition of EIs," Thomas said. "Actually, they're one EI formed out of seven."
"Independent?"
"They evolved without human intervention." It unsettled him every time he thought about it. "They spent ten years in secret. Now we've found them or they've found us, however you want to look at it. We're involved in talks to establish how humans will share Earth with an intelligence that can exist anywhere within our world mesh."
Silence again. But then Alpha said, "What's your point?"
"They developed from codes without self-determination."
"So?"
"They evolved free will." Lord only knew what Alpha would do if she evolved it, too. Given the alternative-her setting into motion some plan of Charon's that could threaten international stability, even start a world war-he didn't see that he had any choice but to prod her evolution.
"You're telling me this," Alpha said, "because you want me to betray Charon."
"Betray what? His path to global annihilation?""You can spin it any way you want. That won't change the truth.""Run the a.n.a.lysis. Look at how what he wants will affect the world." He suspected she had already done it. "You should be the one who decides if his vision goes forward. Not his ghost."
"You don't have proof he's dead."
She was right and it chilled him. What kind of world were they creating, where despots or madmen
could rise from death to restart the nightmares they had inflicted on humanity? What if someone brought back a Stalin? A Hitler? In the inexorable march of mesh-enhanced evolution, they were reaching for immortality. For Thomas, the opportunity to recapture his youth had seemed miraculous, but the flip side of the technology haunted him.
Alpha spoke quietly. "I know of no one who would give his life for me."
"Not Charon?"
She laughed with no trace of humor.
"Sometimes I think you don't like him," Thomas said.
Silence.
This time, though, she did respond. "Charon was cruel. But it doesn't matter to an android. You can't kill
her. She doesn't bleed. Her heart won't stop. If you damage her, you can rebuild her for the next round." The impa.s.sive facade she wore when she spoke of Charon was cracking and what leaked through sounded like hatred. "You can design her to enjoy s.e.x, make her enjoy it, make her crave you always, all the time, no matter what you do to her." Softly she said, "But you can't make her love you."
Thomas had no idea how to answer. After the moment stretched out too long, he said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"What he did to you."
"You can do whatever you want to a machine. Hit it with a sledgehammer. It doesn't care."
"Alpha, don't."
"Don't what?" She spoke evenly. Too evenly. It didn't sound real. "You want me to have human
reactions. Charon wanted it, too. But I don't. He could build formas like no one else, but he had problems coding their brains. I'm just an AI. His only successful EIs were downloaded humans."
"How can you be sure?"
"It's obvious."
"He wanted unquestioning obedience," Thomas said. "To get it, he constrained your ability to act on your own. It's true, that would limit you from becoming an EI. But he could only restrict your mind so far; too much, and you would no longer be effective. Maybe he was better at development than you think, because you sure as h.e.l.l act like an EI."
"It's what you want to see, Thomas. Even if I could act on my own volition, I wouldn't do what you want."
He went very still. "You called me by my first name."
"So?"
"It's the first time."
Silence.
Thomas leaned back and looked out the canopy into the icily starred night. He spoke in a low voice, more to himself than to her. "What do you say, Alpha? Shall we find a deserted island and hide? You can be free of Charon and I can stop worrying I'll drop dead from stress and loneliness. We'll lie on the beach all day."
He didn't think she had heard. But then she said, "Strange dream."
Strange, indeed. His mind was wandering. Or maybe he was too tired to imagine going on with this when it would obviously end in his death, probably after torture.
For a while they just flew. Although he had no suit, helmet, or oxygen mask, he wasn't uncomfortable.