Union Alliance - Cyteen. Part 95

I'll take your advice, he had messaged back. he had messaged back. Thank you. I know you have a lot to take care of right now. I don't think our presence at the services would be appropriate, or welcome to his friends; but if there should be anything Grant or I can do in the wing to take care of details, we're certainly willing to help. Thank you. I know you have a lot to take care of right now. I don't think our presence at the services would be appropriate, or welcome to his friends; but if there should be anything Grant or I can do in the wing to take care of details, we're certainly willing to help.

She had not asked anything of them-had more or less forgotten them, Justin reckoned, small wonder with the pressure she was under. The news was full of speculations about Denys' health, about the political consequences of Reseune yielding up the seat Reseune had held on Council since the Founding-about whether the Centrists could field a viable candidate inside Science, or whether Secretary and now Proxy Councillor Lynch had the personal qualifications to hold the party leadership which Giraud had held.

"There's nothing wrong with Denys' health," Grant objected, the two of them watching the news in the living room.

"I don't know what he's about," Justin said. And trusting then to the freedom Ari swore they had from monitoring: "But losing Giraud is a heavy blow to him. I think it's the only time I've ever felt sorry for Denys."

"They're doing that PR," Grant said; then: "Denys had to get Ari's backing, isn't that ironic as h.e.l.l?"

"He's what-a hundred twenty-odd?-and that weight he carries doesn't favor him. He'd be lucky to see ten, fifteen more years. So he has has to have Ari's agreement, doesn't he?" to have Ari's agreement, doesn't he?"

"It's not going to work," Grant said.

Justin looked at Grant, who sat-they had had found a scattering of red and blue pillows-in a nest at the corner of the couch, his red hair at odds with half of it. found a scattering of red and blue pillows-in a nest at the corner of the couch, his red hair at odds with half of it.

"Denys has has to set the pattern," Grant said, "has to give him that foundation or there's no hope for Giraud. I firmly think so. Yanni may have known their father in his old age, but Yanni's much too young to dp for Giraud what Jane Stra.s.sen did-not mentioning how they've treated him-" to set the pattern," Grant said, "has to give him that foundation or there's no hope for Giraud. I firmly think so. Yanni may have known their father in his old age, but Yanni's much too young to dp for Giraud what Jane Stra.s.sen did-not mentioning how they've treated him-"

"He owes them d.a.m.ned little, that's sure enough."

"And there's always the question what's in and not in those notes Ari-younger got from her predecessor," Grant said. "I think Ari knows a lot she's not putting in those notes. I think our our Ari is being very careful what she tells her guardians." Ari is being very careful what she tells her guardians."

"Ari says sometimes-not everything was necessary."

"But whatever is is necessary-is necessary," Grant said. "And Denys can't know-isn't in a position to know, that's what I think; and she's keeping it that way." necessary-is necessary," Grant said. "And Denys can't know-isn't in a position to know, that's what I think; and she's keeping it that way."

"The Rubin boy's going into chemistry, isn't he?"

"Fine student-test scores not spectacular, though."

"Yet."

Grant made a deprecating gesture. "No Stella Rubin. No one to tell him when to breathe. h.e.l.l is necessary for CITs, do we make that a given? You warned them not to let up on him too much-but the project is still using him for a control. Put the whole load on Ari; go easy on Ben Rubin; see what was necessary. ... I'll bet you anything you like that Denys Nye had more to do with that decision than Yanni Schwartz did. Yanni Yanni never went easy on anyone." never went easy on anyone."

"Except-Yanni's got a family attachment in the way. Rubin's suicide really got him, and Jenna Schwartz, remember, had some little thing to do with that. It could well be Yanni's going easy."

"But Rubin's still a control," Grant said. "And what he's proving-"

"What he's proving is, A, you can't do it with all genesets; B, some genesets respond well to stress and some don't-"

"Given, given, but in the two instances we have, -"

"And, C, there's bad match-ups between surrogate and subject. Don't discount the damage Jenna Schwartz did and the damage the contrast between Jenna Schwartz and Ollie Stra.s.sen did to the boy."

"Not to mention," Grant said, holding up a finger, "the fact Oliver AOX is male, and Alpha; and Stella Rubin is female and not that bright. I'd like like to do a study on young Rubin. No edge to him, not near the flux swings. The instability goes with the suicide, goes with the brilliance-Among us, you know, they call it a flawed set." to do a study on young Rubin. No edge to him, not near the flux swings. The instability goes with the suicide, goes with the brilliance-Among us, you know, they call it a flawed set."

"And do a fix for it."

"And lose the edge, just as often. -Which brings us back to young Ari, who's maybe given the committee all she knows-which I don't believe, if she's as much Ari as she seems, and our Ari-doesn't take chances with her security. I very much think access to those programs is a leverage of sorts-and do you know, I think Denys would have begun to guess that?"

Justin considered that thought, with a small, involuntary twitch of his shoulders. "The committee swears no one can retrieve from Ari's programs without Ari's ID. And possibly it's always been true."

"Possibly-more than that. Possibly that Base, once activated-can't be outmaneuvered in other senses. Possibly it's capable of masking itself."

"Lying about file sizes?"

"And invading other Bases-eventually. Built-in tests, parameters, -I've been thinking how I'd write a program like that ... if she were azi. The first Ariane designed me. Maybe-" Grant made a little quirk of his mouth. "Maybe I have a-you'd say innate, but that's a mistake-in-built resonance with Ari's programs. I remember my earliest integrations. I remember-there was a-even for a child- resonance with Ari's programs. I remember my earliest integrations. I remember-there was a-even for a child-sensual pleasure in the way things fit, the way the pieces of my understanding came together with such a precision. She was so very good. Do you think she didn't prepare for them to replicate her? Or that she'd be less careful with a child of her own sets, than with an azi of her design?" pleasure in the way things fit, the way the pieces of my understanding came together with such a precision. She was so very good. Do you think she didn't prepare for them to replicate her? Or that she'd be less careful with a child of her own sets, than with an azi of her design?"

Justin thought about it. Thought about the look on Grant's face, the tone of his voice-a man speaking about his father ... or his mother. "Flux-thinking," he said. "I've wondered- Do you love her, Grant?" Grant laughed, fleeting surprise. "Love "Love her." her."

"I don't think it's impossible. I don't think it's at all unlikely."

"Reseune is my Contract and I can never get away from it?"

"Reseune is my Contract: I shall not want? -I'm talking about CIT-style flux. The kind that makes for ambivalences. Do you love her?"

A frown then. "I'm scared of the fact this Ari ran a probe. I'm scared because Ari's got the first Ari's notes-which include my manual, I'm quite sure. And what if-what if-This is my nightmare, Justin: what if-in my most fluxed imaginings, Ari planned for her successor; what if she planted something in me that would respond to her with the right trigger? -But then I flux back again and think that's complete nonsense. I'll tell you another nightmare: I'm scared of my own program tape."

Justin suffered a little sympathetic chill. "Because Ari wrote it."

Grant nodded. "I don't don't want to review it under trank nowadays. I know I could take enough kat to put me flat enough I could take it-but then I think-I can handle things without it. I can manage. I don't need it, G.o.d, want to review it under trank nowadays. I know I could take enough kat to put me flat enough I could take it-but then I think-I can handle things without it. I can manage. I don't need it, G.o.d, CITs put up with the flux and they learn from it. And I do-learn from it, that is."

"I wish to h.e.l.l you'd told me that."

"You'd worry. And there's no reason to worry. I'm fine-except when you ask me questions like that: do I love Ari? do I love Ari? G.o.d, that's skewed. That's the first time I ever wondered about it in CIT terms. And you're right, there's a multi-level flux around her I don't like at all." G.o.d, that's skewed. That's the first time I ever wondered about it in CIT terms. And you're right, there's a multi-level flux around her I don't like at all."

"Guilt?"

"Don't do that to me."

"Sorry. I just wondered."

Grant shifted position in the nest of pillows, against the arm. "Have you ever scanned my tape for problems?"

"Yes," Justin said after a little hesitation, a time-stretch of hesitation, that felt much too long and much too significant. "I didn't want to make it evident-I didn't want to worry you about it."

"I worry. I can't help but worry. It's too basic to me."

"You-worry about it."

Grant gave a small, melancholy lift of the brows, and seemed to ponder for a moment, raking a hand through his hair. "I think she asked something that jolted me-deep. I think I know where. I think she asked about my tape-which, admittedly, I have a small guilt about: I don't use it the way I'm supposed to; I think she asked about contact with subversives; and I dream about Winfield, lately. The whole scene out at Big Blue. The plane, and the bus with those men, and that room. . . ."

"Why didn't you tell me that?"

"Are dreams abnormal?"

"Don't give me that. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it's not significant. Because I know-when I'm not fluxed-that I'm all right. You want me to take the tape, I'll take it. You want to run a probe of your own-do it. I've certainly no apprehensions about that. Maybe you should. It's been a long time. Maybe I'd even feel safer if you did. -If,"

Grant added with a little tilt of the head, a sidelong glance, a laugh without humor. "If I didn't then wonder if you you weren't off. You see? It's a mental trap." weren't off. You see? It's a mental trap."

"Because you got a chance to see Jordan. Because the d.a.m.n place is crazy!" Of a sudden he felt a rush of frustration, an irrational concern so intense he got up and paced the length of the living room, looked back at Grant in a sudden feeling of walls closing in, of life hemmed around and impeded at every turn.

Not true, he thought. Things were better. Never mind that it was another year of separation from his father, another year gone, things no different than they had ever been-things were better in prospect, Ari was closer than she had ever been to taking power in her own right, and her regime, he sincerely believed it-promised change, when it would come.

They're burying Giraud today.

Why in h.e.l.l does that make me afraid?

"I wish," Grant said, "you'd listened to me. I wish you'd gone to Planys instead."

"What difference? We'd have still been separate. We'd still worry-"

"What then? What's bothering you?"

"I don't know." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Being pent up in here, I think. This place. This-" He thought of a living room in beige and blue; and realized with a little internal shift-and-slide that it was not Jordan's apartment that had come back with that warm little memory. "G.o.d. You know where I wish we could go back to? Our Our place. The place-" Face in a mirror, not the one he had now. The boy's face. Seventeen and innocent, across the usual clutter of bottles on the bathroom counter, getting ready for an evening- place. The place-" Face in a mirror, not the one he had now. The boy's face. Seventeen and innocent, across the usual clutter of bottles on the bathroom counter, getting ready for an evening- Tape-flash, ominous and chaotic. The taste of oranges.

"-before all this happened. That's useless, isn't it? I don't even want to be that boy. I only wish I was there knowing what I know now."

"It was good there," Grant said.

"I was such a d.a.m.ned fool."

"I don't think so."

Justin shook his head.

"I know differently," Grant said. "Put yourself in Ari's place. Wonder-what you would have been-on her timetable, with her advantages, with the things they did to her- You'd have been-"

"Different. Harder. Older."

"-someone else. Someone else entirely. CITs are such a dice-throw. You're so unintentionally cruel to each other."

"Do you think it's necessary? Can't we learn without putting our hand in the fire?"

"You're asking an azi, remember?"

"I'm asking asking an azi. Is there a way to get an Ariane Emory out of that geneset-or me-out of mine-" an azi. Is there a way to get an Ariane Emory out of that geneset-or me-out of mine-"

"Without the stress?" Grant asked. "Can flux-states be achieved intellectually-when they have endocrine bases? Can tape-fed stress-short of the actual chance of breaking one's neck-be less real, leave less pain-than the real experience? What if that tape Ari made-were only tape? What if it had never happened-but you thought it had? Would there be a difference? What if Ari's maman had never died, but she thought she had? Would she be sane? Could she trust reality? I don't know. I truly don't know. I would hate to discover that everything until now-was tape; and I was straight from the Town, having dreamed all this."

"G.o.d, Grant!"

Grant turned his left wrist to the light, where there was always, since the episode with Winfield and the Abolitionists, a crosswise scar. "This is real. Unless, of course, it's only something my makers installed with the tape."

"That's not good for you."

Grant smiled. "That's the first time in years you've called me down. Got you, have I?"

"Don't joke like that."

"I have no trouble with reality. I know know tape when I feel it. And remember I'm built right side up, with my logic sets where they belong, thank you, my makers. But flux is too much like dreams. Tape-fed flux-would have no logical structure. Tape-fed flux is too much like what Giraud did in the War, which I don't even like to contemplate-building minds and unbuilding them; mindwiping and reconstruction . . . always, always, mind you, with things the subject can't go back to check; and a lot left to the imagination. I honestly don't know, Justin. If there's a key to taping those experiences- tape when I feel it. And remember I'm built right side up, with my logic sets where they belong, thank you, my makers. But flux is too much like dreams. Tape-fed flux-would have no logical structure. Tape-fed flux is too much like what Giraud did in the War, which I don't even like to contemplate-building minds and unbuilding them; mindwiping and reconstruction . . . always, always, mind you, with things the subject can't go back to check; and a lot left to the imagination. I honestly don't know, Justin. If there's a key to taping those experiences- Giraud Giraud could have had some insight into it, isn't that irony?" could have had some insight into it, isn't that irony?"

It made some vague, bizarre sense, enough to send another twitch down his back, and a feeling of cold into his bones.

"Talking theory with Giraud-" But Giraud was dead. And yet-to-be. "It wasn't something we ever got around to."

"The question is, essentially, whether you can subst.i.tute tape for reality. I'm very capable, Justin; but I sweated blood on that flight to Planys, I was so d.a.m.ned helpless during the whole trip. That's That's what you give up: survivability in the real world." what you give up: survivability in the real world."

Justin snorted. "You think I don't worry."

"But you could learn much much more rapidly. Back to the old difference: you flux-learn; I logic my way through. And no aggregate of CITs is logical. Got you again." more rapidly. Back to the old difference: you flux-learn; I logic my way through. And no aggregate of CITs is logical. Got you again."

Justin thought about it; and smiled finally, in the d.a.m.nable gray apartment, in the elegant prison Ari appointed them. For a moment it felt like home. For a moment he remembered that it was safer than anywhere they had been since that fondly-remembered first apartment.

Then the apprehension came back again, the great stillness over Reseune, deserted halls, everything in flux.

There was sudden break-up on the vid, the news commentary thrown off in mid-word.

The Infinite Man appeared on screen. Music played. One never worried about such things. Someone kicked a cable, and Reseune's whole vid-system glitched.

Except it was also something Reseune Security did, for selected apartments, selected viewers.

My G.o.d, he thought, a sudden rush of worry, lifelong habit. he thought, a sudden rush of worry, lifelong habit. Were they monitoring? Have they gotten through her security? What could they have heard? Were they monitoring? Have they gotten through her security? What could they have heard?

vi "Uncle Denys," Ari had relayed on the way, via Base One and Catlin's com unit, "I need to talk to you right away."

"Lab office," Seely had relayed back.

Shocked looks followed them through the labs from the time they had entered, techs who knew that things were already Odd with Denys, azi who were reading the techs if not the situation, and worried as h.e.l.l; and now an unexplained break-in of conspicuous Family coming straight from the funeral, in mourning, and headed for lab offices at high speed-small wonder the whole lab stopped and stared, Ari thought; and at least she could freely admit to knowing as much as she knew, excepting what Planys was doing.

Past the tanks, the techs, the very place where she had been born, where likely by now half a dozen Girauds were in progress-up the little stairs with the metal rail, to the small administrative office Denys had commandeered: Seely was evidently keeping a look-out through the one-way gla.s.s of the lab offices, because Seely opened the door to let them in before she had made the final turn of the steps.

Denys was behind the desk, on the phone-with Security, by what it sounded. Ari collected herself with a breath. "That's fine," she said, when Catlin whisked a chair to her back; she took off her gloves and her jacket, gave them to Catlin and sat down as Denys hung up the phone.

"Well, sera," Denys said, "we have the result of your baulking Security at Planys."

"Where is Jordan?"

"Under arrest at Planys. He and his companion. d.a.m.n him!"

"Mmmn, Justin Justin is accounted for." is accounted for."

"Are you certain?"

"Quite. Justin Justin is the one I want to talk to you about." is the one I want to talk to you about."