Brain Ships Part 32
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"No-yes. Oh!"
"Hurt you?"
"No. Just-surprised." Nancia felt as if her sensors had been turned up to full volume, without sacrificing the slightest accuracy. Every movement was clear; the world sparkled like crystal around her. "How many more of those do you have? Can you replace my upper deck sensor chips too?"
The tech shook his head regretfully. "Sorry, ma'am. It's a new design out of Shemali. There's not enough hyperchips out yet to go around to all the folks who need them for repairs, let alone bringing in functional equipment and retrofitting it. Shemali Plant estimates it'll be a good three-four years before they can produce enough to retrofit all the Fleet s.h.i.+ps."
"Oh. Of course." Nancia remembered the plan Polyon had described on her maiden voyage. "I suppose," she said, feeling very crafty, "I suppose a lot of the chips are failing QA tests? It being a new design, and all," she added hastily.
The tech shook his head. "No, ma'am. Actually, these new chips don't fail in testing near as often as the old design. Pretty near the full production run is being cleared for distribution, most times. It's just that even a year's full production runs out of Shemali don't amount to that much when you consider all the places the chips have to go these days. It's not just the Fleet, y'know. Hospitals, Base brains, cyborg replacements, defense systems-seems like we just about couldn't run the galaxy without 'em!"
Nancia felt first disappointed, then relieved. She had expected to hear that the new design somehow caused a great many metachips to fail in the QA phase and that n.o.body knew what became of the substandard chips rejected by the SUM ration board. That would have been evidence she could mention to Caleb, something to steer his mind in the direction of Polyon's illicit activities without revealing that she already knew about the plan.
Instead, it seemed that Polyon had given up his plan altogether. He was was brilliant. Perhaps the hyperchip design was his idea; and perhaps, Nancia thought optimistically, he had forgotten his original notion of stealing metachips in favor of the honest pleasure of seeing his design accepted and used galaxy-wide. brilliant. Perhaps the hyperchip design was his idea; and perhaps, Nancia thought optimistically, he had forgotten his original notion of stealing metachips in favor of the honest pleasure of seeing his design accepted and used galaxy-wide.
Angalia, Central Date 2754
The third annual progress meeting of the Nyota Five was held on Angalia, an arrangement which pleased no one-least of all the host.
"It was your your idea to rotate the annual meetings," Alpha bint Hezra-Fong pointed out, somewhat snappishly, when Blaize apologized for the primitive accommodations. "We could have been comfortably settled in a Summerlands conference room, but nooo, you and Polyon had to fuss that it wouldn't be fair if you two had to travel to Bahati every time just to suit the three of us who had the good luck to be stationed there. So we have to rotate. Two nice meetings on Bahati, now this G.o.dforsaken dump, and next time, stars help us, Shemali. You and your bright ideas! Send someone to unpack for me-you must have idea to rotate the annual meetings," Alpha bint Hezra-Fong pointed out, somewhat snappishly, when Blaize apologized for the primitive accommodations. "We could have been comfortably settled in a Summerlands conference room, but nooo, you and Polyon had to fuss that it wouldn't be fair if you two had to travel to Bahati every time just to suit the three of us who had the good luck to be stationed there. So we have to rotate. Two nice meetings on Bahati, now this G.o.dforsaken dump, and next time, stars help us, Shemali. You and your bright ideas! Send someone to unpack for me-you must have some some help around the place, surely?" help around the place, surely?"
"'Fraid not," Blaize said with a sunny smile. He was beginning to enjoy the prospect of Alpha's discomfort on Angalia. Rotating the meeting sites had really been Polyon's idea, not his, but Alpha was obviously afraid to take out her bad temper on Lieutenant de Gras-Waldheim. Blaize glanced sidelong at Polyon, very straight and correct in his Academy dress blacks, and admitted to himself that he didn't blame Alpha. Given a choice of tongue-las.h.i.+ng the enigmatic technical manager of Shemali MetaPlant, or the little red-haired runt from PTA, who wouldn't choose to lash out at the PTA wimp?
But this understanding didn't make him love Alpha-or the rest of the Nyota Five, including himself-any better.
"Welcome," Blaize said with a sweeping bow that included all four of his guests, "to the Angalia Tourist Center. A modest facility, as you can see-"
Darnell's snort of laughter testified to the truth of that statement.
"-but vastly improved from its humble beginnings," Blaize finished. "If the winner were to be chosen on the basis of progress rather than of absolute wealth, I'd have no doubt of succeeding next year." And that, by G.o.d, was the absolute and unvarnished truth! The rest of them might sneer at Blaize's long, low bungalow with its thatched roof and thatch-shaded balcony, the garden of native ferns and gra.s.ses and the paved path leading from there to the corycium mine. Never mind. He He knew what it had taken to create these amenities from the mud-hole that Supervisor Harmon had left him with. knew what it had taken to create these amenities from the mud-hole that Supervisor Harmon had left him with.
"All done with native labor?" Fa.s.sa interrupted his explanation. "But everybody knows the Loosies are too stupid to do anything useful."
Blaize put one finger to the side of his nose and winked, a gesture borrowed from an old tri-D show called f.a.gin and His Gang. f.a.gin and His Gang. "Amazing what even a veg-head can do with the proper... incentive," he drawled. "Amazing what even a veg-head can do with the proper... incentive," he drawled.
"Where d'you store the whips and spiked sticks?" That was pudgy Darnell, bright-eyed as if he actually expected Blaize to produce a panoply of torture instruments and demonstrate their use.
"You've no subtlety, Overton-Glaxely," Blaize reproved the man. "Think. The-er-Loosies were starving when I came here, kept alive only by PTA ration bricks. The task of distributing the ration bricks, naturally, belonged to the PTA representative on Angalia. Me."
"So?" Darnell really was amazingly slow. Not for the first time, Blaize wondered how he'd made such a success out of OG s.h.i.+pping and the smaller corporations that OG Enterprises had swallowed up over the years.
"So," Blaize drawled, "I saw no reason to give give away PTA ration supplements when they could perfectly well be used to train the natives. We have a simple rule of life now on Angalia, my friends-no work, no eat." He pointed towards the entrance to the corycium mine. "And it's not just applied to building the master's bungalow. I hold the t.i.tle to that mine. United s.p.a.cetec abandoned it because they couldn't keep human miners on Angalia. away PTA ration supplements when they could perfectly well be used to train the natives. We have a simple rule of life now on Angalia, my friends-no work, no eat." He pointed towards the entrance to the corycium mine. "And it's not just applied to building the master's bungalow. I hold the t.i.tle to that mine. United s.p.a.cetec abandoned it because they couldn't keep human miners on Angalia. I I use the native resources to mine the native resources, so to speak-you'll see the day s.h.i.+ft coming out in a few minutes." use the native resources to mine the native resources, so to speak-you'll see the day s.h.i.+ft coming out in a few minutes."
"And you pay them with ration bricks, which come free via PTA?" Alpha gave Blaize an approving smile that chilled him to the bone. "I must admit, Blaize, you're not as stupid as you look. Anything you make from the corycium mine is profit, free and clear."
Blaize opened his mouth wide in simulated shock. "Dr. Hezra-Fong! Please! I am deeply shocked and disillusioned that you should think such a thing of me. Any profits accruing from the corycium mine naturally belong to the natives of Angalia." He waited a beat before continuing. "Of course, since the natives of Angalia do not have Intelligent Sentient Status, they can't have bank accounts-so the credits do, perforce, go into a Net account in my name. But held in trust for the Loosies-you understand?"
The others chuckled knowingly and all agreed that they did indeed understand, and that Blaize was a clever lad to have found such a good way of covering his tail in the event of a PTA inspection. All but Polyon de Gras-Waldheim, who was tapping one finger against the seam of his black trousers and staring at the thunderclouds on the horizon.
"You've done pretty well, considering," Darnell admitted, "but with creatures as dumb as these, surely you have-er-discipline problems?" He was getting that whips-and-chains expression again.
"If he does, maybe regulated doses of Seductron would be the answer," cooed Alpha. "I've just about got the bugs worked out of the dosage schedule now, and it might be interesting to test it on non-humans."
Blaize forced himself to smile. Time for his demonstration. He'd planned it beforehand, in case there was need to make an additional impression on the others, but had hoped it wouldn't be necessary. Messy, it would be. And wasteful. But apparently they still weren't convinced of his firm control over the Loosies.
"Thanks, Alpha, but Seductron wouldn't quite do the trick; the Loosies are pa.s.sive and malleable enough already. What they need is occasional stimulation, and that," he said with a low laugh, "that I can arrange for myself." He raised one hand in the air and brought it down with a swift chopping motion.
Two of the tall rock pillars beside the garden wall moved forward in the shambling, awkward gait characteristic of the Loosies. With movement, their features and humanoid shapes could be dearly seen, although until a moment earlier they had blended in with the real stones making up the rest of the wall. Between them they hauled a third "rock," a native whose double-jointed legs sagged under him and whose flapping liplike folds of skin opened and closed with a mimed display of silent terror.
"They may not talk," said Blaize, "but they've learned to understand simple sign commands quite well. Most of them have, anyway. This fellow in the middle dropped a serving dish when he was waiting on me at dinner yesterday. I've been saving him to make an example of in front of the miners, but since there's an audience here already"-he allowed his eyes to roam lazily over his four co-conspirators-"why wait any longer for the pleasure?"
He pointed over the side of the mesa with a deliberate downward motion, three times repeated. The two Loosie guards bobbed their square heads and half carried, half dragged their prisoner over the edge.
"You make 'em throw themselves over the cliff?"
"Not at all," Blaize cackled. "Too fast, that'd be. Come and watch!"
By the time everybody had crowded around the low wall at the mesa's edge, the three Loosies were already down on the mud flats, approaching one of the areas where bubbles rose and burst in the glop with a stench of sulfur. The two guards hauled the prisoner to the edge of this bubbling area and thrust him into the soft mud. As he writhed and struggled to escape, they picked up the long sticks that had marked the site of the bubbles and used them to thrust him back into the steaming mud.
"Natural hot springs under there," Blaize explained. "Very hot. Takes a couple of hours to cook 'em through. Fortunately, the Loosies are real patient. Those two I use as guards will keep pus.h.i.+ng him down until he quits trying to get out, even if it takes most of the evening."
He turned away from the spectacle of torture and bowed once again to his guests. "Well, ladies and gentlemen," he inquired with a benign smile, "shall we begin the business meeting?"
Even Polyon, Blaize noted, was pale against the dead black of his uniform; while the other three were shocked into silence. So much the better. It would be a while, he thought, before any of them underestimated little Blaize again.
After the shocking scene Blaize had just provided, the third annual progress meeting began more quietly than the previous meetings had gone. The underlying tensions in the group were still present, however, and all the sharper for another year's fermenting.
As host, Blaize claimed the honor of giving the initial report. While Polyon gazed over his head in unfeigned boredom and the two girls sat pale and silent, he began reciting facts and figures to back up his earlier a.s.sertions. In earlier years he'd had little to report. This year he was at last coming into his own. He fancied a glimmer of respect in Polyon's eyes as Blaize explained how he was using the first profits from the corycium mine to finance the purchase of heavy mining equipment that would open up even more of the planet for exploitation. Darnell twitched and muttered to himself during this part of the report, but he didn't explode until Polyon pointedly inquired as to how Blaize had financed the initial startup costs of the mine.
"Reselling surplus PTA s.h.i.+pments," Blaize replied promptly.
"Dear me," commented Polyon, "I thought the-ah-'Loosies' were starving. Didn't this move reduce your potential worker population somewhat?"
"Waste not, want not," Blaize waved his hand in vague circles. "There's a lot of surplus in any bureaucracy. I just-as you might say-cut the fat out."
It was perhaps unfortunate that his eyes met Darnell's at this moment, and that the airy circles his hand was sketching could have been taken for an indication of Darnell's growing paunch.
"The h.e.l.l you did!" Darnell exploded, surging to his feet on a wave of red-faced fury. "Cut it right out of my my hide, you mean!" He turned to the others as if appealing for their sympathy. "Little b.a.s.t.a.r.d blackmailed me to s.h.i.+p extra food here- hide, you mean!" He turned to the others as if appealing for their sympathy. "Little b.a.s.t.a.r.d blackmailed me to s.h.i.+p extra food here-free-while he was selling the supplies that ought to've gone to the natives!"
This accusation did not have quite the effect he might have been hoping for.
"Really, Darnell?" asked Polyon with bright-eyed interest. "And what were you doing that he could blackmail you for, I wonder?"
Darnell puffed and stammered and Alpha interrupted him. "Who cares? I'm delighted somebody somebody finally nailed you. Ever since you took over Pair-a-Dice I've wanted to pay you back!" finally nailed you. Ever since you took over Pair-a-Dice I've wanted to pay you back!"
"What do you care whether I buy out a crummy casino?"
"That 'crummy casino,' " Alpha informed him, "just happened to be my primary outlet for Seductron at street prices. The gambling was only a front-once you pay the Bahati cops off for a gambling operation, they're too dumb to check and see if that's really where all the money is coming from. Pair-a-Dice-Paradise-get it, stupid? That's the street name for Seductron."
"I thought you didn't have the dosage schedules worked out yet!" Fa.s.sa sounded appalled.
Alpha shrugged thin, elegant shoulders. Her face was sharp as a knife under the elaborate Nueva Estrella style of tight braids piled high in a prismawood spiral frame. "So a few Blissto addicts go out happy. Who cares? I've got to start making something off Seductron before next year. Even if I work around all the side effects, it's too late to patent it now. So it's street deals or nothing." This reminded her of her grievance. "And since you you took over my best outlet, Pudge-face, it's been nothing. You owe me!" took over my best outlet, Pudge-face, it's been nothing. You owe me!"
"So do you," Fa.s.sa told Blaize. "Del Parma was low bidder on the corycium processing plant. By government regulations you ought to've given us the job. How much did the winning contractor slip you under the table?"
"That," Blaize replied stiffly, "is between the two of us, and nothing to do with you, Fa.s.sa! Besides, knowing what I do about del Parma's construction methods, what made you think I'd be fool enough to let you build a latrine trench on Angalia?"
"Huh! Angalia already is is a latrine trench! Ha-ha-ha!" a latrine trench! Ha-ha-ha!"
n.o.body except Fa.s.sa paid the least attention to Darnell's lame jest. She whirled and stabbed a long iridescent corycium-sheathed fingernail at his chest. "And you! Remember the Procyon run? That's the last time OG s.h.i.+pping gets any del Parma business!"
Darnell smoothed down his green synthofur jacket and smirked. "Can't see what you're complaining about," he replied. "Switching good construction materials for substandard ones is standard practice for del Parma."
"Only," Fa.s.sa said, "when I I keep the profit. I'm not running a charitable a.s.sociation for the benefit of OG s.h.i.+pping." keep the profit. I'm not running a charitable a.s.sociation for the benefit of OG s.h.i.+pping."
"Can't see why not," Darnell leered. "The word is you've been charitable to enough of Bahati's male population already."
Fa.s.sa sat down abruptly, holding her head in her hands. "Don't remind me," she wailed, "as if you and everybody else cheating me weren't enough, can't I at least forget about that inspector from CreditLin for a little while? I gave him what he wanted, the s.p.a.ce station's paid for, I can't understand why he won't go away. away."
"I can," suggested Blaize helpfully. "Fraudulent QA records, shoddy materials, slipshod building practices, non-union workers..."
"Cheat!"
"Bloodsucker!"
"Shark!"
The meeting dissolved into the usual chaos while Polyon sat back, arms crossed, and murmured, "Naughty children."
CHAPTER EIGHT.
Kailas, Procyon Subs.p.a.ce, Central Date 2754
The Central Diplomatic Services office tower was a lacework of steel and t.i.tanium needles, wrapped in translucent green synthofilm that trapped and redistributed natural light in a soft, unchanging glow. Midnight or noon, the CDS offices on Kailas were lit by a gentle, slightly green-tinged light that was energy-efficient, situation-appropriate, and psychologically proven to be simultaneously soothing and inspirational.
It made Sev Bryley feel as if he was about to suffer a recurrence of the jungle rot that had attacked his skin on Capella Four. He tried not to think about the light. It was a minor matter, not worth wasting the precious minutes this important man had granted him.
"You hate this, too, don't you?" the important man said.
"Sir?"
An impatient grunt. "The blasted light. Something Psych and EcoTech dreamed up between them. Makes me feel as if I were back on Capella Six."
"For me it was Four," Sev confessed.
Another grunt. "Different war, same jungle. I'd open a window if this place had had windows. Can't peel plastifilm open, more's the pity." windows. Can't peel plastifilm open, more's the pity."
"It's very good of you to make time to see me at all, sir," Sev said cautiously. So they had a common background-service in the Capellan Wars? Was that why this highly placed diplomat had given a mere private investigator ten minutes out of his crowded schedule?
"Not at all. Do the same for any friend of the family who needed help. So. What's your problem, d'Aquino?"
Sev stiffened. "I didn't intend to call on family connections, sir-"
"Then you're a d.a.m.ned young fool," said the gray-haired man in the conservative blue tunic. "I've been checking your Net records. Your full name is Sevareid Bryley-Sorensen d'Aquino-why didn't you use it when you requested this appointment? You could have gotten in to see me three days sooner. And why me, if you didn't mean to call on High Families connections?"
"I was not aware that there was a relations.h.i.+p between our families. Sir," Sev said stiffly. "I came to Kailas because it was the nearest world with any CDS representatives high-ranking enough to deal with my problem. And I approached you because you have the reputation of being one of the two Central Worlds officials on this planet who cannot be bribed, threatened, or suborned."
"So you found two honest men, my Diogenes? I'm flattered."
"Sir. My name is Bryley, not Dio-whatever."
"A cla.s.sical reference. No matter. What do they teach them in University these days? But then, you didn't finish your schooling. Why didn't you cash in your veteran's benefits after Capella IV to complete your education at Central's expense?"
Sev tried without success to conceal his surprise.
"The Net can supply-um-rather a lot of detail," his interlocutor explained gently. "Even about a rather obscure private investigator who's recently lost his position with Bahati CreditLin-yes, I found out about that too. Something about a gambling scandal at the Pair-a-Dice, wasn't it?"
"It was a lie!" Sev leaned forward, burning with indignation at the memory. "My supervisor-he had anonymous letters about me. I know who sent them, but I can't prove it."
"And who might that be?"
"The same man who transferred credits into my Net account and played under my name at Pair-a-Dice-or maybe he sent one of his flunkies to play the part. When I went to the casino, they wouldn't tell me anything about the man who used my name."
"No. They beat you-rather badly-and threw you out into the ecocycler in the back alley." The gray-eyed man surveyed Sev with eyes that took in every faint mark of healing bruises and sc.r.a.ped skin. "Lucky you didn't wind up being recycled into somebody's rose garden; we suspect that's what has happened to a few other people who annoyed the proprietor of that particular establishment. So. You came to your senses, crawled out of the ecocycler before it began its chop sequence, got treatment for your more obvious wounds from some shady blacklisted ex-doctor among your underworld friends, and...came halfway across the galaxy to wait three days for an interview with me. Want me to get you reinstated with Bahati CreditLin, is that it? Favor for a friend? Teach them not to act on anonymous accusations against a High Families lad-even one who's rebelled against his background and is working incognito?"
"Sir!"
"It can be arranged, you know," said the gray-eyed man, watching Sev closely. "A word from this office, and Bahati CreditLin will reinstate you, full back pay, no questions asked. If that's what you want..."
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