The Nano Flower Part 26

You know a better way? she asked.

No. A mental sigh accompanied the admission.

Right, then. She tapped the download key, and the data composite squirted into Leol Reiger's ZUrich bank.

Julia made a brief kissing motion after it. There was a nostalgic thrill in watching it go. She hadn't done any serious hotrodding for years. If only the conspiracy theorists knew. Julia Evans's hobby was criminal data piracy. They'd have a field day with that one.

She could have routed the request through Victor's division, put pressure on the bank to squirt over Leol Reiger's account data. Corporate ent.i.ties did co-operate to a reasonable degree, especially with regard to tekmercs. But ZUrich banks still clung to their independence. It would take a lot of pressure, and time.

A hiss of compressors penetrated the window. She turned to see the Pegasus carrying Victor Tyo and Dr Parnell lifting of the lawn. The scene looked vaguely surreal, like something out of a five-star resort advert; all it lacked was a couple of smiling models posing at a table by the pool, sipping something potent and cool.

Julia ran her hands throu9h her hair, and turned back to the terminal. Time to find out just how widespread the knowledge of atomic structuring was. With at least two other groups chasing after Royan, she was starting to wonder exactly how many routes there were to the alien.

The #minaj accessed Event Horizon's main communication network for here and she loaded a cut-off program at the junction. If anyone tried to backtrack her call the best they'd be able to come up with was English Telecom's Peter-borough exchange. She entered the Gracious Services number.

There was no phone on the other end; England's hacker circuit had illegal catchment programs loaded Into every 227.

exchange in the country. It pulled out her call and plugged her straight in.

There was a nervous flicker across her terminal's flatscreen, then it printed:WELCOME TO GRACIOUS SERVICES.

WE AIM TO PLEASE.

DATA FOUND, OR MONEY RETURNED.

NO ACCESS TOO BIG OR TOO SMALL.

JUST REMEMBER OUR CARDINAL RULE: DO NOT ASK.

FOR CREDIT!!!.

PLEASE ENTER YOUR HANDLE.Julia thought for a moment; she hadn't actually used the circuit from this side before. Royan had signed her on as a novice hotrod when he was teaching her to write dark programs, saying the experience would do her good. She had run several burns against various companies and government departments, competing against the other hotrods for the client's money. It was a race, the one who pulled the data first cleaned up, minus the umpire's cut. Compet.i.tion sharpened her mind to a considerable degree.

She grinned furtively and typed: MARIE ANTOINETTE.GOOD AFTERNOON, MARiE ANTOINETTE YOUR UMPIRE IS BLUEPRINCE. WHAT SERVICE DO YOU REQUIRE?.BULLETIN BOARD.ALL RIGHT MARIE ANTOiNETTE, THERE ARE ELEVEN HOTRODS PLUGGED IN, AND EACH OF THEM HAS A.

MEMORY CORE LOADED WITH BASEBORN BYTES. WHAT.

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?.ONE) HOW MANY COMPANIES ARE PLUGGED INTO.

ATOMIC STRUCTURING TECHNOLOGY?.

TWO) ARE ANY OF THEM IN POSSESSION OF THE.

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THEORY FOR CONSTRUCTING A NUCLEAR FORCE.

GENERATOR?.

THREE) WHAT iS THE ORIGIN OF ATOMIC STRUCTUR ING TECHNOLOGY? / WILL ACCEPT ORIGIN RUMOURS IF HARD FACTS ARE UNAVAILABLE.Her message stayed on the flatscreen for over a minute before it cleared.I'M NOT QUITE SURE WHAT YOU WANT US FOR, MARIE.

ANTOINETTE, SIX HOTRODS HADN'T EVEN HEARD OF.

ATOMIC STRUCTURING. AND THOSE THATDO SAY THEIR.

BYTES AREN'T GOING TO COME CHEAP ATOMIC STRUCTURING iS THE BIGGEST ULTRA-HUSH TECHNOLOGY SINCE EVENT HORIZON CRACKED THE GIGACONDUCTOR.'And don't I know it,' she murmured, then typed: I UNDERSTAND BLUEPRINCE. DEAL FOR ME, PLEASE.OK, THEY DONT HAVE MUCH, SO WHAT THEY'LL DO.

IS POOL WHAT THEY HA VE GOT I'LL TABULATE FOR YOU,.

BUT IT'S A FLAT FEE SIXTY THOUSAND POUNDS NEW.

STERLING EACH, AND YOU TAKE THE RISK THAT THE.

DATA IS REPLICATED FIVE TIMES. ARE YOU STILL.

INTERESTED?.I'M INTERESTED.

YOU CHOSE YOURSELF A GOOD HANDLE, MARiE ANTOINETTE. PLEASE DEPOSIT THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND POUNDS NEW STERLING INTO TIZZAMUND BANK, ZURICH, ACCOUNT NUMBER WRU2384ASE.You're not actually going to pay them, are you, Juliet? her grandfather asked.

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know quickly. This is the simplest way. Whatever information is floating around, the circuit will ha ye plugged into it. They're veiy good, you know.

I wish I still had a bed. 1 wouldn't have bothered getting out of it this morning. Actually paying these criminals, b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l ln my day they would have been rounded up and forced to hand the information over. Cattle prods wouldn't come amiss.

Julia giggled and authorized the credit transfer from one of her Cayman slush funds.YOUR CREDIT IS STAGGERING, MARIE ANTOINETTE. I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT HERE'S YOUR BULLETIN:.

THE FOLLOWING COMPANIES ARE NOW KNOWN TO.

POSSESS THE BEHAVIOURAL EQUATIONS OF THE.

STRONG NUCLEAR FORCE: DASTEIN, JOHNA THANHEWIT SEIMENS, BOEING, MUTIZEN, MITSUBIs.h.i.+, SPARAVIZ, RENAULT GLOBECAST HONDA, GENERAL ELECTRIC, EVENT HORIZON, EMBRAER, SMB, MIKOYAN,.

AND ROCKWELL. IN ADDITION, THE DEFENCE MINISTRIES OF THE FOLLOWING COUNTRIES ARE ALSO IN.

POSSESS/ON OF THE BEHAVIOURAL EQUATIONS: AUSTRALIA, BRAZIL, CHINA, CANADA, ENGLAND, FRANCE,.

GERMANY, j.a.pAN, RUSSIA, USA, SOUTH AFRICA, AND.

TAIWAN. THE SENIOR STAFF OF ALL SEVEN MAJOR.

DEFENCE ALLIANCES HAVE NOW BEEN INFORMED OF.

THE EXISTENCE OF THE EQUATIONS, AND THEIR.

IMPLICATIONS.Julia sat up in the chair, consternation acting like a static charge crawling over her skin. Dear Lord, can you read that, Grandpa?

Too b.l.o.o.d.y true I can read it, Juliet. What the h.e.l.l do those prats in commercial intelligence think they're p.i.s.sing about at? Are they on strike, for Christ's sake?

1 don't know, she told him wearily. We never heard even a whisper, nothing. And why hasn't the English MOD been in contact with us?

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AS TO THE ORIGIN OF THE ORIGINAL EQUATIONS:.

TWO-THIRDS OF THE COMPANIES LISTED ARE KNOWN.

TO HAVE BEEN APPROACHED BY GLOBECAS1 THEY.

WERE OFFERED A PARTNERs.h.i.+P IN THE MARKETING.

AND PRODUCTION OF ATOMIC STRUCTURING TECHNOLOGY IN RETURN FOR GLOBECAST PROVIDING.

THEM WITH THE GENERATOR THEORY. MOST OF THE.

SUBSEQUENT DEALS BEING STRUCK BETWEEN COMPANIES ARE CONCERNED WITH SHARING THE DEVELOPMENT COSTS OF SUCH A GENERATOR. THIS WOULD.

IMPLY THAT GLOBECAST IS IN SOLE POSSESSION OF.

THE THEORY WHICH WILL ALLOW CONSTRUCTION OF.

THE NUCLEAR FORCE GENERATOR. I HOPE THAT'S.

WHAT YOU WANTED TO SEE, MARIE ANTOINETTE.HOW LONG HAS GLOBECAST BEEN OFFERING PARTNERs.h.i.+PS FOR? she typed.THREE DAYS. THE FINAL BIDS ARE TO BE SUBMITTED WITHIN TWO DAYS, AND THE HIGHEST BID TO BE ANNOUNCED TWELVE HOURS LATER.THANK YOU, BLUEPRINCE.PLEASURE'S ALL MINE THE NEXT TIME YOU PLUG INTO THE CIRCUIT YOU ASK FOR ME, I'LL GET YOU THE BEST DEALS GOING. BLUEPRINCE SIGNING OFF.The terminal screen reverted to its menu display. Julia focused on a spot just in front of the flatscreen, lifted out of time. She didn't even have to run the data through the logic matrix function of her processor nodes. Globecast was obviously being used as some kind of distribution agent, almost an auctioneer. Although it didn't have a monopoly, Mutizen proved that Eduard Muller wouldn't have offered her a partners.h.i.+p unless he could produce the generator theory.

iWo sources. 'IWo aliens?

She let the real world claim her back. Her personality package had returned to the terminal. She scanned the read- 231.

out and laughed. It had squirted itself out of the bank's mainframe by transferring nine hundred thousand Eurofrancs from Leol Reiger's account back to Event Horizon's finance division. There was a total of fifty-seven Eurofrancs left in his account.

You have an evil mind, Juliet, even in its salami version.

And who did I inherit it from?

She began to read Reiger's account statement. The last deposit had been made two days ago, for two hundred and fifty thousand Eurofrancs. There was no name, just an account number for another Zurich bank, the Eienso.

We have a result from the memory core of bay F37, NN core one reported. There was a strange sense of confusion and high spirits in the tone. YouW want to access this.

Wait one, Julia said. She reprogrammed her personality package, and squirted it into the Eienso's mainframe. Go ahead.

There was a data package waiting in the manor's 'ware for her. Its guardian program was solid, no probe programs could break in.

Most of the files listed as stored in the a.s.sembly bay's memory core are fabrications, NN core one said. According to the Inst.i.tute's administratWe records, bay F37 was being used to a.s.semble a fish breeding pen filter for New London during the time Kiley was being built. But when we opened a channel direct to the bay's core to access the suspect files, we found the package stored inside. It squirted directly into Wilholrn's Ware, knew all the third-level access codes.

Query ident.i.ty? she shot at the quiescent package.

Request Snowy access, it replied.

'Royan.' She said it out loud, but she couldn't hear her own voice. Sorry, Grandpa, I need the processor capacity.

Yeah, all right, he grumbled. But you still owe me a visit to the gardens, arid a hug for each of the children.

I won't forget. Wipe OtherEyes. She felt him go, a spectre slipping out of her consciousness. His absence left her with a slight taste of regret in her mind. Initiate Processor Node One Data Isolation/Examination Procedure. Load Data Package.

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The package squirted into her processor node, and the interfaces sealed, isolating it inside. She had written the data-bus guardian program herself, if anything tried to broach the barrier the processor would wipe instantly. Her three memory nodes contained a vast amount of confidential data, as well as indexing the personal recoHections she treasured, she wasn't about to risk any kind of virus attack.

Open Integrity Monitored Link to Processor Node One.

It would mean a millisecond delay in communication while her second processor node a.n.a.lysed the package's output, searching the downloaded bytes for a Trojan program.

She ran a quick review of processor node one's management layout. The package had expanded to fill all the available capacity, but there bad been no attempt to insinuate itself in the management routines.

h.e.l.lo, Royan, she sent.

Snowy His smile filled her mind, flooding her synapses with warmth and longing, triggering a cascade of poignant a.s.sociations. She sagged in the study's chair, sniffing hard.

He stood behind the smile, wearing the leather flying jacket she had bought for him. His arms lifted from his side in a gesture of helplessness, lips puckering up. The movement, like a lot of his mannerisms, had been copied from one of his physiotherapists who always shrugged like that when he asked how much longer he would have to stay in the clinic.

Well, here I am, trapped like a bug in amber, Royan said. You write good guardian programs.

I had the best teacher. I'm sorry 1 can't let you out. There are just so many unknowns about my current situation, I can't take the risk you are a Trojan. Not that you could do any real damage to my nodes, but I'd hate to lose the memories, and then there's the time it would take to write an ant.i.thesis to purge any virus. 001 sound paranoid?

I don't know what your situation Is, so I can't judge objectii.'ely. Things getting bad, are they?

Yes. But I'm coping.

I wish I could help, but I've been in the a.s.sembly bay's memory core since April. No curren&jiata.

Why were you left in storage?

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A faliback, a warning if anything went wrong. I presume something has, else you wouldn't have come looking.

I don't know. Wrong with what?

He smiled again, protectively. My darling Snowy. There's so much to show you. Here, come fly with me. He reached out with an open hand.

Impenetrable night folded about her, then the stars came out one by one. There was no horizon, when she looked down there was no ground. Drifting in s.p.a.ce. Five slender silvery booms extended out from her, probing the vacuum.

These are the Kiley flight memories, Royan said. The approach phase. There, see?

In front of her was a bright orange-brown dot, its glow somehow malevolent. She could hear its cry over the radio bands, a crackling roar. Lonely, random.

A stillborn star weeping, Royan whispered reverently. Can you imagine what we have missed? Can you imagine the beauty of a double sunrise?