Brain Ships Part 12

"Precisely, Hypatia," said Sinor, in an eerie "answer" to her own thoughts.

"I hope you aren't planning on using us as smuggler hunters," Alex replied, slowly. "I couldn't pa.s.s as High Family in a million years, so I couldn't be in on the purchasing end. And we aren't allowed to be armed-I know I don't want to take on the smuggling end without a locker full of artillery!"

In other words, gentlemen, " "we ain't stupid, we ain't expendable, and we ain't goin'." But this was all sounding a little too pat, a little too contrived. If Sinor told them that they weren't weren't expected to catch the smugglers themselves... expected to catch the smugglers themselves...

"No-" Sinor said soothingly-and a little too hastily. "No, we have some teams in the Enforcement Division going at both ends. However, However, it is entirely possible that the source for these artifacts is someone-or rather, several someones-working on Exploration or Evaluation teams. Since the artifacts showed up in this sector first, it is logical to a.s.sume that they originate here." it is entirely possible that the source for these artifacts is someone-or rather, several someones-working on Exploration or Evaluation teams. Since the artifacts showed up in this sector first, it is logical to a.s.sume that they originate here."

Too smooth. Too pat. This is all a story. But why?

"So you want us to keep our eyes peeled when we make our deliveries," Alex filled in.

"You two are uniquely suited," Professor Barton pointed out. "You both have backgrounds in archeology. Hypatia, you know how digs work, intimately. Once you know how to identify these artifacts, if you see even a hint of them-shards, perhaps, or broken bits of jewelry-you'll know what they are and where they came from."

"We can do that," Tia replied, carefully. "We can be a little snoopy, I think, without arousing any suspicions."

"Good. That was what we needed." Professor Barton sounded very relieved. "I suppose I don't need to add that there is a bonus in this for you."

"I can live with a bonus," Alex responded cheerfully.

The two VIPs signed off, and Alex turned immediately to Tia.

"Did that sound as phony to you as it did to me?" he demanded.

"Well, the objects they want are certainly real enough," she replied, playing back her internal recording of the conversation and a.n.a.lyzing every word. "But whether they really are artifacts is another question. There's definitely more going on than they're willing to tell us."

Alex leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. "Are these things financing espionage or insurrection?" he hazarded. "Or buying weapons?"

She stopped her recording; there was something about the artifact that bothered her. She enhanced the picture and threw it up on the screen.

"What's wrong with this?" she demanded. Alex leaned forward to have a look.

"Is that a hole bored in the base?" he said. "Bored in, then patched over?"

"Could be." She enhanced her picture again. "Does it seem to you that the base is awfully thick?"

"Could be," he replied. "You know...we have only their their word that these are 'alien artifacts.' What if they are nothing of the sort?" word that these are 'alien artifacts.' What if they are nothing of the sort?"

"They wouldn't be worth much of anything then-unless-"

The answer came to her so quickly that it brought its own fireworks display with it. "Got it!" she exclaimed, and quickly accessed the Inst.i.tute library for a certain old news program.

She remembered this one from her own childhood; both for the fact that it had been an ingenious way to smuggle and because Pota had caught her watching it, realized what the story was about, and shut it off. But not before Tia had gotten the gist of it.

One of the Inst.i.tute archeologists had been subverted by a major drug-smuggler who wanted a way to get his supply to Central. In another case where there were small digs on the same planets as colonies, the archeologist had himself become addicted to the mood-altering drug called "Paradise," and had made himself open to blackmail.

The blackmail came from the supplier-producer himself. Out there in the fringe, it was easy enough to hide his smuggled supplies in ordinary shipments of agri-goods, but the nearer one got to civilization, the harder it became. Publicly available transport was out of the question.

But there were other shipments going straight to the heart of civilization. Shipments that were so innocent, and so fragile, they never saw a custom's inspector. Such as...Inst.i.tute artifacts.

So the drug-dealer molded his product in the likeness of pottery shards. And the archeologist on-site made sure they got packed like any other artifacts and shipped-although they were never cataloged. Once the shipment arrived at the Inst.i.tute, a worker inside the receiving area would set the crates with particular marks aside and leave them on the loading dock overnight. They would, of course, disappear, but since they had never been cataloged, they were never missed.

The only reason the archeologist in question had been caught was because an overzealous graduate student had had cataloged the phony shards, and when they came up missing at the Inst.i.tute, the police became involved. cataloged the phony shards, and when they came up missing at the Inst.i.tute, the police became involved.

Tia ran the news clip for Alex, who watched it attentively. "What do you think?" she asked, when it was over.

"I think our friend in the dull blue-striped tunic had a strangely fit look about him. The look that says 'police' to yours truly." Alex nodded. "I think you're right. I think someone is trying the artifact-switch again, except that this time they're coming in on the black market."

She did a quick access to the nets, and began searching for a politician named Sinor. She found one-but he did not not match the man she had seen on the transmission. match the man she had seen on the transmission.

"The trick is probably that if someone sees a crate full of smuggled gla.s.sware, they don't think of drugs." Tia felt very smug over her deduction, and her identification of Sinor as a ringer. Of course, there was no way of knowing if her guess was right or wrong, but still...."The worst that is likely to happen to an artifact-smuggler is a fine and a slap on the wrist. They aren't taken very seriously, even though there's serious money in it and the smugglers may have killed to get them."

"That's a.s.suming inspectors even find the artifacts. So where were we we supposed to fit in to all this?" Alex ran his hand through his hair. "Do they think we're going to find this guy?" supposed to fit in to all this?" Alex ran his hand through his hair. "Do they think we're going to find this guy?"

"I think that they think he's working with one of the small-dig people again. By the way, you were right about Sinor. Or rather, the Sinor we saw is not the one of record." Another thought occurred to her. "You know-their story may very well have been genuine. There's not a lot of room in jewelry to hide drugs. Whoever is doing this may have started started by smuggling out the artifacts, freelance-got tangled up with some crime syndicate, and now he's been forced to deal the fake, drug-carrying artifacts along with the real ones." by smuggling out the artifacts, freelance-got tangled up with some crime syndicate, and now he's been forced to deal the fake, drug-carrying artifacts along with the real ones."

"Now that that makes sense!" Alex exclaimed. "That fits all the parameters. Do we still play along?" makes sense!" Alex exclaimed. "That fits all the parameters. Do we still play along?"

"Ye-es," she replied slowly. "But in a severely limited sense, I'd say. We aren't trained in law enforcement, and we don't carry weapons. If we see something, we report it, and get the heck out."

"Sounds good to me, lady," Alex replied, with patent relief. "I'm not a coward-but I'm not stupid. And I didn't sign up with the BB program to get ventilated by some low-down punk. If I wanted to do that that, all I have to do is stroll into certain neighborhoods and flash some glitter. Tia-why all that nonsense about plague?"

"Partially to hook us in, I think," she said, after a moment. "They know we were the team that got the Zombie Bug-we'll feel strongly about plague. And partially to keep us from touching these objects. If we don't mess with them, we won't know about the drug link."

He made a sound of disgust. "You'd think they'd have trusted us with the real story. I'm half tempted to blow this whole thing off, just because they didn't. I won't-" he added hastily, "but I'm tempted."

He began warming up the boards, preparatory to taking off. Tia opened a channel to traffic control-but while she did so, she was silently wondering if there was even more to the story than she she had guessed. had guessed.

There was something bothering Alex, and as they continued on their rounds, he tried to put his finger on it. It was only after after he replayed the recorded transmission of Professor Barton and the bogus "Sinor" that he realized what it was. he replayed the recorded transmission of Professor Barton and the bogus "Sinor" that he realized what it was.

Tia had known that Professor Barton was genuine-without checking. And Barton Barton had said things that indicated he knew who she was. had said things that indicated he knew who she was.

Alex had never really wondered about her background. He'd always a.s.sumed that she was just like every other sh.e.l.lperson he'd ever known; popped into her sh.e.l.l at birth, because of fatal birth-defects, with parents who would rather forget she had ever been born. Who were just as pleased that she was someone else's problem.

What was it that the professor had said, though? You both have backgrounds in archeology. Hypatia, you know how digs work, intimately.

From everything that Jon Chernov had said, the sh.e.l.lperson program was so learning-intensive that there was was no time for hobbies. A sh.e.l.lperson only acquired hobbies after he got out in the real world and had leisure time for them. The Lab Schools' program was so intensive that even play was scheduled and games were ch.o.r.eographed, planned, and taught just like cla.s.ses. There was no room to foster an "interest" in archeology. And it was not on the normal course curriculum. no time for hobbies. A sh.e.l.lperson only acquired hobbies after he got out in the real world and had leisure time for them. The Lab Schools' program was so intensive that even play was scheduled and games were ch.o.r.eographed, planned, and taught just like cla.s.ses. There was no room to foster an "interest" in archeology. And it was not on the normal course curriculum.

The only way you knew how digs worked "intimately" was to work on them yourself.

Or be the child of archeologists who kept you on-site with them.

That was when it hit him; something Tia had said. The Cades met while they were recovering from Henderson's Ch.o.r.ea. The Cades met while they were recovering from Henderson's Ch.o.r.ea. That kind of information would not be the sort of thing someone who made a hobby of archeology would know. Details of archeologists' lives were of interest only to people who knew them. That kind of information would not be the sort of thing someone who made a hobby of archeology would know. Details of archeologists' lives were of interest only to people who knew them.

Under cover of running a search on EsKay digs, he pulled up the information on the personnel-backtracking to the last EsKay dig the Cades had been on.

And there it was. C-121. Active personnel, Braddon Maartens-Cade, Pota Andropolous-Cade. Dependent, Hypatia Hypatia Cade, age seven. Cade, age seven.

Hypatia Cade; evacuated to station-hospital Pride of Albion Pride of Albion by MedService AI-drone. Victim of some unknown disease. Braddon and Pota put in isolation-Hypatia never heard from again. Perhaps she died-but that wasn't likely. by MedService AI-drone. Victim of some unknown disease. Braddon and Pota put in isolation-Hypatia never heard from again. Perhaps she died-but that wasn't likely.

There could not be very many girls named "Hypatia" in the galaxy. The odds of two of them being evacuated to the same hospital-ship were tiny; the odds that his his Tia's best friend, Doctor Kennet Uhua-Sorg-who was chief of Neurology and Neurosurgery-would have been the same doctor in charge of that other Tia's case were so minuscule he wasn't prepared to try to calculate them. Tia's best friend, Doctor Kennet Uhua-Sorg-who was chief of Neurology and Neurosurgery-would have been the same doctor in charge of that other Tia's case were so minuscule he wasn't prepared to try to calculate them.

He replaced the file and logged off the boards feeling as if he had just been hit in the back of the head with aboard.

Oh, spirits of s.p.a.ce. When she took me as brawn, I made a toast to our partnership-"may it be as long and fruitful as the Cades'." Oh, decom it. I'm surprised she didn't bounce me out the airlock right then and there.

"Tia," he said carefully into the silent cabin. "I-uh-I'd like to apologize-"

"So, you found me out, did you?" To his surprise and profound relief, she sounded amused. amused. "Yes, I'm Hypatia Cade. I'd thought about telling you, but then I was afraid you'd feel really badly about verbally falling over your own feet. You do realize that you can't access any data without my being aware of it, don't you?" "Yes, I'm Hypatia Cade. I'd thought about telling you, but then I was afraid you'd feel really badly about verbally falling over your own feet. You do realize that you can't access any data without my being aware of it, don't you?"

"Well, heck, and I thought I was being so sneaky." He managed a weak grin. "I thought I'd really been covering my tracks well enough that you wouldn't notice. I-uh-really am sorry if I made you feel badly."

"Oh, Alex, it would only have been tacky and tasteless-or stupid and insensitive-if you'd done it on purpose." She laughed; he'd come to like her laugh, it was a deep, rich one. He'd often told her BB jokes just so he could hear it. "So it's neither; it's just one of those things. I a.s.sume that you're curious now. What is it you want to know about me?"

"Everything!" he blurted, and then flushed with embarra.s.sment. "Unless you'd rather not talk about it."

"Alex, I don't mind at all! I had a very happy happy childhood, and frankly, it will be a lot more comfortable being able to talk about Mum and Dad-or childhood, and frankly, it will be a lot more comfortable being able to talk about Mum and Dad-or with with Mum and Dad-without trying to hide them from you." She giggled this time, instead of laughing. "Sometimes I felt as if I was trying to hide a secret lover, only in reverse!" Mum and Dad-without trying to hide them from you." She giggled this time, instead of laughing. "Sometimes I felt as if I was trying to hide a secret lover, only in reverse!"

"So you still stay in contact with your parents?" Alex was fascinated; this went against everything everything he'd been told about sh.e.l.lpersons, either at the academy or directly from Jon Chernov. Sh.e.l.lpersons didn't have families; their supervisors and their cla.s.smates were their families. he'd been told about sh.e.l.lpersons, either at the academy or directly from Jon Chernov. Sh.e.l.lpersons didn't have families; their supervisors and their cla.s.smates were their families.

"Of course I still stay in contact with them. I'm their biggest fan. If archeologists can have fans." Her center screen came up; on it was a shot of Pota and Braddon, proudly displaying an ornate set of body-armor. "Here's something from their latest letter; they just uncovered the armory, and what they found is going to set the scholastic world on its collective ears. That's iron plates you see on Bronze Age armor."

"No-" He stared in fascination, and not just at the armor. At Pota and Braddon, smiling and waving like any other parents for their child. Pota pointed to something on the armor, while Braddon's mouth moved, explaining something. Tia had the sound off, and the definition wasn't good enough for Alex to lip-read.

"That's not my my real interest though," she continued. "I was telling you the truth. I'm after the EsKay homeworld, but I want it because I want to real interest though," she continued. "I was telling you the truth. I'm after the EsKay homeworld, but I want it because I want to find find the bug that got me." The two side-screens came up, both with older pictures. "Before you ask, dear, there I am. The one on the right is my seventh birthday party, the one on the left, as you can see, is a picture of me with Theodore Bear and Moira's brawn Tomas-Ted was a present from both of them." She paused for a moment. "Just checking. Yes, that's the last good picture that was taken of me. The rest are all in the hospital, and I wouldn't inflict them on anyone but a neurologist." the bug that got me." The two side-screens came up, both with older pictures. "Before you ask, dear, there I am. The one on the right is my seventh birthday party, the one on the left, as you can see, is a picture of me with Theodore Bear and Moira's brawn Tomas-Ted was a present from both of them." She paused for a moment. "Just checking. Yes, that's the last good picture that was taken of me. The rest are all in the hospital, and I wouldn't inflict them on anyone but a neurologist."

Alex studied the two pictures, each of which showed the same bright-eyed, elfin child. An incredibly pretty pretty child, dark-haired, blue-eyed, with a thin, delicate face and a smile that wouldn't stop. "How did you get into the sh.e.l.lperson program?" he asked. "I thought they didn't take anyone after the age of one!" child, dark-haired, blue-eyed, with a thin, delicate face and a smile that wouldn't stop. "How did you get into the sh.e.l.lperson program?" he asked. "I thought they didn't take anyone after the age of one!"

"They didn't, until me," she replied. "That was Doctor Kenny's doing, and Lars, the systems manager for the hospital; they were convinced that I was flexible enough to make the transition-since I was intelligent enough to understand understand what had happened to me, and what it meant. Which was-" she added, "-complete life-support. No mobility." what had happened to me, and what it meant. Which was-" she added, "-complete life-support. No mobility."

He shuddered. "I can see why you wouldn't want that to happen to anyone else ever again."

"Precisely." She blanked the screens before he had a chance to study the pictures further. "After I turned out so well, Lab Schools started considering older children on a case-by-case basis. They've taken three, so far, but none as old as me."

"Well, my lady-as remarkable as you are now, you must have been just as remarkable a child," he told her, meaning every word.

"Flatterer," she said, but she sounded pleased.

"I mean it," he insisted. "I interviewed with two other ships, you know. None of them had your personality. I was looking for someone like Jon Chernov; they they were more like AI drones." were more like AI drones."

"You've mentioned Jon before-" she replied, puzzled. "Just what does he he have to do with us?" have to do with us?"

"Didn't I tell you?" he blurted-then hit himself in the forehead with his hand. "Decom it, I didn't! Jon's a sh.e.l.lperson too; he was the supervisor and systems manager on the research station where my parents worked!" it, I didn't! Jon's a sh.e.l.lperson too; he was the supervisor and systems manager on the research station where my parents worked!"

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "So that's that's why-" why-"

"Why what?"

"Why you treat me like you do-facing my column, asking permission to come aboard, asking me what kind of music I want in the main cabin-"

"Oh, you bet!" he said with a grin. "Jon made darn sure I had good sh.e.l.lsoft manners before he let me go off to the Academy. He'd have verbally blistered my hide if I ever ever forgot you're here-and that you're the part of the team that can't go off to her own cabin to be alone." forgot you're here-and that you're the part of the team that can't go off to her own cabin to be alone."

"Tell me about him," she urged.

He had to think hard to remember the first time he ever started talking to Jon. "I think I first realized that he was around when I was about three, maybe two. My folks are chemtechs at one of the Lily-Baer research stations-there weren't a lot of kids around at the time, because it was a new station and most of the personnel were unattached. There weren't a lot of facilities for kids, and I guess what must have happened was that Jon volunteered to sort of babysit while my parents were at work. Wasn't that hard-basically all he had to do was make sure that the door to my room stayed locked except when he sent in servos to feed me and so forth. But I guess I kind of fascinated him, and he started talking to me, telling me stories-then directing the servos in playing with me." He laughed. "For a while my folks thought I was going through the 'invisible friend' stage. Then they got worried, because I didn't grow out of it, and were going to send me to a headshrinker. That was when Jon interrupted while they were trying to make the appointment and told them that he he was the invisible friend." was the invisible friend."

Tia laughed. "You already knew that Moira and I have known each other for a long time-well, she was the CS ship that always serviced my folks' digs, that was how I got to know her."

"Gets you used to having a friend that you can't see, but can talk to," he agreed. "Well, once I started preschool, Jon lost interest for a while, until I started learning to play chess. He is quite quite a player himself; when he saw that I was beating the computer regularly, he remembered who I was and stepped in, right in the middle of a game. I a player himself; when he saw that I was beating the computer regularly, he remembered who I was and stepped in, right in the middle of a game. I was was winning until he took over," he recalled, still a little aggrieved. winning until he took over," he recalled, still a little aggrieved.

"What can I say?" she asked rhetorically.

"I suppose I shouldn't complain. He became my best friend. He was the one that encouraged my interest in archeology-and when it became obvious my parents weren't going to be able to afford all the university courses that would take, he helped get me into the Academy. Did you know that a recommendation from a sh.e.l.lperson counts twice as much as a recommendation from anyone but a PTA and up?"

"No, I didn't!" She sounded surprised and amused. "Evidently they trust our judgment."

"Well, you've heard his messages. He's probably as pleased with how things turned out as I am." He spread his hands wide. "And that's all there is to know about me."

"Hardly," she retorted dryly. "But it does clear up a few mysteries."

When Alex hit his bunk that night, he found he was having a hard time getting to sleep. He'd always thought of Tia as a person-but now he had a face to put with the name.

Jon Chernov had shown him, once, what Jon would have looked like if he could have survived outside the sh.e.l.l. Alex had known that it was going to be hideous, and had managed not to shudder or turn away, but it had taken a major effort of will. After that it had just been easier not to put a face with the voice. There were completely nonhuman races that looked more human than poor Jon.

But Tia had been a captivatingly pretty child. She would have grown up into a stunning adult. Shoot, inside that sh.e.l.l, she probably is a stunning adult. A stunning, lifeless adult. Like a puppet with no strings; a s.e.x-companion android with no hookups.

He had no desire to crack her column; he was not the sort to be attracted by anything lifeless. Feelie-p.o.r.n had given him the creeps, and his one adolescent try with a s.e.x-droid had sent him away feeling dirty and used.

But it made the tragedy of what had happened to her all the more poignant. Jon's defects were such that it was a relief for everyone that he was in the sh.e.l.l. Tia, though...

But she was happy. She was as happy as any of his cla.s.smates in the Academy. So where was the tragedy? Only in his mind.

Only in his mind....

CHAPTER SIX.

Alex would have been perfectly happy if the past twelve hours had never happened.

He and Tia returned to Diogenes Base after an uneventful trip expecting to be sent out on another series of message-runs, only to learn that on this this run, they would be carrying pa.s.sengers. Those pa.s.sengers were on the way from Central and the Inst.i.tute by way of commercial liner and would not arrive for another couple of days. run, they would be carrying pa.s.sengers. Those pa.s.sengers were on the way from Central and the Inst.i.tute by way of commercial liner and would not arrive for another couple of days.