The Coming Part 21
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"Well, she can house-arrest me." Rory smiled at Norman. "At least I have a good cook. She's going to be terminally p.i.s.sed off after I talk to Marya."
"Don't do that," Pepe said. "You mustn't do that. Not yet."
"Somebody has to stop her."
"Somebody will. In Was.h.i.+ngton.""You sound pretty confident. For someone who's usually nothing but sarcastic about government."
"Just give it a day or two, and see what happens. If you violate the president's trust, you'll be out of the game completely. And you probably will go to jail somewhere."
"I think he's right," Norm said. "Where there's a loose cannon on deck, you want to be belowdecks."
"So what do I tell Marya? I left her a message that we were conferencing with La Presidente this morning."
"Just tell the truth," Pepe said. "That important matters were discussed, but you were sworn to secrecy."
Rory shook her head. "We're talking about the survival of the whole human race, versus my going to jail."
"Just give it one day," Pepe said. "See what Was.h.i.+ngton does. If they conceal it, h.e.l.l, you'll give Marya even more of a story."
"I think he's right," Deedee said. "Another couple of days won't make a big difference. Stay out of jail and hold on to your professors.h.i.+p. That's my strategy."
Norm nodded at the screen. "You'll have plenty to talk about. I mean, now it really is an invasion from outer s.p.a.ce."
"I'll do something useful," Pepe said, "besides checking the Moon. See whether we can calculate how big a boom it would take to blow up Phobos."
"It's just a little pebble, isn't it?" Norm said.
"Compared to a planet," Rory said. "About twenty kilometers in diameter?"
"You're asking me?" Pepe said. "I'm not a planet guy. But that's twice as big as Mount Everest is tall. Think about a bomb that could level Mount Everest. Then multiply it by eight; two-cubed."
"Considerable bang," Rory said. "Interesting that they chose the larger one. If memory serves, Diemos is only half its size."
"I'll go see if I can find Leo." Leo Matzlach was their Mars expert. "Maybe I can get you a number before launch."
"That would be good," Rory said. "Anything concrete. We're not exactly in a data-rich environment."
Running out, Pepe almost collided with the chancellor.
Malachi Barrett "Sorry." He dodged the young man, then walked into the office and exchanged greetings.
"Dr. Bell," he said to Norman, "I have to speak with your wife and Dr. Whittier in private."
"No problem." Norm got up and stretched. "Guess our lunch date's off, anyhow."
"Unless you want to be interviewed," Rory said.
"No; think I'll go home and play." He jerked a thumb in the direction of the wallscreen. "That gives me an idea." To Mai: "Stopped raining?"
"For a while." He brushed a few drops from his shoulder.
"Try to beat it home." Norm scooped up his bicycle helmet and left.
"This changes things." Mai dropped heavily into the chair Norm had vacated. "A direct threat."
"Her Nibs called right after the message came," Deedee said. "She thinks it's a fake, and Rory's behind it."
"Well?" Mai said."Well what?" Rory said. "Is it a fake?"
Mai shrugged. "Tell me it's not."
"Mai ... okay, you've got me. It's a fake. But since it came from beyond the solar system, I had to send the message before we met with La Presidente. So I'm not only a traitor, I'm a f.u.c.king clairvoyant !".
Mai raised a hand. "Okay, sorry. I hadn't thought of that."
"You're one step ahead of Fearless Leader," Rory said. "She not only didn't think of it, she doesn't believe it. I don't think they covered that speed-of-light stuff at her finis.h.i.+ng school."
"So you think she's going to go ahead with orbiting those weapons?"
"Seems likely. She has a testosterone problem. And she has the backing to push it through."
"They would probably work, though, wouldn't they?"
"What, the weapons?"
"Yes. I mean, there are thousands of satellites up there. Surely the aliens couldn't tell that three of them were weapons."
Rory paused. "Maybe they couldn't, especially if the weapons were disguised as other kinds of satellites. Though their positioning would be suggestive, suspicious." She rubbed her still-damp hair.
"Besides, suppose there's more than one alien vessel? They seem to know a bit about human nature.
Maybe they know us well enough to send a decoy first."
"Which could be behind the Phobos demonstration, too," Dee-dee said. "If it is an actual invasion, they may be sending a decoy in to provoke us and test our resources."
"Well, if it is an invasion, we can save our H-bombs. They can stand back a ways and throw rocks at us, at .99c."
"Another thing the president seems not to believe," Mai said. His own background was in psychology and sociology, but he knew enough science to grasp that.
"And she doesn't want to listen to the one person who keeps telling her the truth," Deedee said.
"Poor Pauling. He'll be out on the sidewalk before long."
"Replaced by her astrologer," Mai said.
"She has an astrologer?" Rory said, wide-eyed.
Mai shrugged. "Might be tabloid nonsense. Maybe she does chicken entrails instead."
"So what do your chicken entrails say?" Deedee said. "Rory's talking with Marya Was.h.i.+ngton at noon. We've been telling her to keep it under her hat, at least for the time being."
"I would, too. The president was unambiguous about that. Top secret,' she said. Though I'm certain she's about to reveal it herself. Maybe not until after the launch."
"She thinks these aliens aren't watching our broadcasts?"
"She doesn't think very far beyond the nearest camera lens, and this morning's gallup numbers. And she knows the people are going to eat this up."
"The people," Deedee said. "The only thing wrong with democracy."
The phone chimed and Rory thumbed it. It was the departmental secretary, looking strained. "Dr.
Bell, I'm sorry to interrupt. But I have calls stacked up from all over the world. If we could schedule a press conference ... "
"Okay, let's say fourteen hundred. Do you have Marya Was.h.i.+ngton's phone number?"
"Right here."
"She'll be landing here in a half hour or so, I guess with a small crew. Call her first, set up a time and place, and then contact everyone else."
"Okay, will do." The screen went blank."You always play favorites like this?" Mai asked.
"I guess I do. She's well informed and fair."
"She probably doesn't have a quarter the market share of CNN."
"I should care? The news gets out." The phone chimed and the screen flashed intradepartmental.
She pushed it.
Pepe: "Okay, I called the Moon and they confirmed. And the choice of Phobos is no mystery. It's cracked. There's a crater, Stuckney, that's a third the size of the moon itself, and it d.a.m.n near blew the thing apart. Fractures radiate away from it; you just have to shoot a bomb down into there, and finish Mother Nature's job for her."
"So how big a bomb?"
Pepe shrugged. "Pick a number. Leo guessed a hundred thousand megatons. Give or take a factor of a thousand."
Rory laughed. "Well, that's precise enough. A hundred million megatons it is. Thank Leo for me-you want to come to this interview?"
"No; G.o.d, no. Earthshaking stress isn't in my job description."
Pepe "Buenos." He pushed the "on/off" b.u.t.ton on the pay phone and looked around the library. This was as good a place as any to wait for the news to break.
News. He hadn't been keeping up. He sat down at a console and called up The New York Times, and toggled back a couple of days.
That must have been when the president first got a hair up her a.s.s about the orbital weapons. She was evidently a p.a.w.n, or a rook anyhow, in the current Defense Department power struggle-a schism between those who wanted to ally with Germany and Russia, and the isolationist/pacifist/Francophile set, who wanted us to sit back and watch.
If we stayed out of it, France and her allies would prevail; the eastern coalition was about to spin apart into impotent factions. But with our killer satellites always within a few minutes of Paris and Lyons, coupled with a commander-in-chief who was pro-East and p.r.o.ne to dramatic gestures, Paris had to stop and think: We could be vaporized.
Was.h.i.+ngton was thinking, as well. Not talking yet, waiting for the White House's lead.
It was like watching an ant colony scurry around, oblivious to the larger world around them. The Defense Department seized on the threat of the Coming to justify "weapons of ma.s.s destruction" in orbit.
Thinking that when the alien hoax petered out, the weapons would still be up there. Pointed down, at Paris and her allies.
One microsecond blast from them, and Paris would be a postmodern Troy. There was a great city once, under the rubble and ash.
He knew it wasn't going to happen. The Defense Department might have a lunatic at the top, appointed by a fellow lunatic, but that was not going to last.
Poor Brattle. He was not even a liberal, but he was on talkshows and the gallup preps, talking about how futile and dangerous it would be to mount a campaign against these aliens: "If they come in peace, fine. If they come spoiling for a fight, we can't match their high-tech weapons. But we can resist them on the ground. They'll find we don't make good slaves."
Brattle was an intelligent man, but he was too straight and plain-spoken to be undersecretary of defense. He was obviously under fire-under arrest!-because he had stood up to the president and his boss over the satellite scheme.
Pepe knew they wouldn't get three to orbit, and surely the president and her cabinet did, too. Themaser weapon only existed as one demonstration model, and it would take a half-trillion dollars, and a lot of luck, to put three in orbit before the New Year. But even the demo could destroy Paris, and the other two could be dummies.
All of them pointed toward Earth.
"h.e.l.lo, stranger." It was his girlfriend, Lisa Marie. "You've been awfully busy lately."
He liked her a lot, pretty and dark and quick, but he had been easing away from her, knowing he'd have to leave soon. "Yeah. Aliens this, aliens that."
Lisa Marie "You still have to eat, though." She watched him carefully. "It's almost lunchtime."
He looked at his watch and hesitated. "Sure. You mind going to Dos Hermanos?"
"Love it. I'll buy you a taco."
He laughed, picking up his umbrella and book bag. "Where I come from, that would be an indecent proposition."
She knew that. "First things first, guapo."
She was glad for the light rain, holding on to his arm and huddling together under the umbrella as they walked across campus. He told her about the unsettling new message.
"Was the wording strange? I mean, did it sound like it was written by a human being?"
He put on a strange accent. "We come in peace, Earth beings. Lay down your weapons and take off your clothes."
She copied it: "And climb please into these pots of hot water. Bring vegetables."
He shook his head, smiling. "They may fry us. But I don't think it will be to eat us."
"You really think we're in danger?" They stopped at a fenced-in pond and watched an alligator watching them.
"Maybe not so much from them." He looked thoughtful and chose his words carefully. "Our own response might put us in danger, though. LaSalle is such a dim bulb, and she's not exactly surrounded by geniuses. Then we have the Islamic Jihad and the Eastern Bloc. Any one of them could try to knock the aliens out of orbit. Or nuke them when they land at Kennedy."
"There's a pleasant thought."
"Yeah-if LaSalle says she's going to stay home and send the vice-president, I'm out of here. I don't want to be a hundred and sixty kilometers from ground zero."
"I've got a car," she said seriously. "The trunk's already full of food and jugs of water." She shook her head. "And a gun and ammunition. My father brought it all down a couple of weeks ago. 'Better safe than sorry,' he said. I don't think beans and rice and bullets are the answer."
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