The Nano Flower Part 64

's.h.i.+t, you b.i.t.c.h!' Reiger shouted.

Suzi was two seconds behind the missiles as she went through the opening into the cavern. The infrared radiance from the rocket motors lit up the interior like a pair of glare flares. She saw a roughly semicircular s.p.a.ce, ten metres across. Above her, the roof was made up from giant cuboidal stone blocks, as if steps had been carved at some crazy inverted angle. Water came up to mid-thigh, slowing her movements.

She saw the missiles curving upwards. There was a red corona s.h.i.+ning out from behind one of the rock cubes, Reiger's infrared signature. Her photon amp caught the squat 523.

black cylinder tumbling down. Airbuster grenade. Stupid! her mind yelled. Bitterness and fury welled up. She flexed her knees, and started to fling herself flat, the water might s.h.i.+eld her from the worst.

The airbuster detonated just as she hit the water. Her sight went from misty blues and reds to glaring white, then black.

There was no pain, no real feeling of anything. Her thoughts were sluggish, full of worries; about getting Reiger, and whether or not Greg had made itto the alien, and Andria who was far too innocent to be left to fend for herself alone. All of them mixed up, faces twisting together in a crazy kaleidoscope whirl until she wasn't sure who was who any more. s.h.i.+t but that airbuster must have f.u.c.ked her brain good and hard.

Suzi?

She knew it was Greg. He was bringing pain back to her, suffering. Greg was crying in her mind.

1 screwed up, she told him. Reiger got me with an airbuster.

Suzi, Suzi, I taught you better.

Sony, Greg. She could see the weirdest egg, translucent, white and pale blue, dark shape at the centre. Julia's face, frightened and angry. Is that the alien?

Yeah.

Don't look much.

Julia's getting it sorted, no messing.

Great. Then the image began to slip away.

Arm Loral Missiles.

That was strange, she certainly didn't have the mental nrength left to load orders into the implant. But somehow ~ier thoughts were being pushed up a very steep hill into her processor node.

Target Image: Muscle-Armour Suit.

Greg, was that you?

Sure thing, we're going to get Reiger yet, you and I, '~o messing.

Launch Two Missiles.

She couldn't tell if they had fired or not. Even the memory 524ghosts had fled. There was only blackness, without form.

Greg, don't let my kid grow up like me.

Oh, Suzi.

Promise me, Greg.Greg?b.o.l.l.o.c.ks.

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he gothic-biology fabric of the chamber seemed an appropriate setting, Julia thought, as she listened to Royan. Neither one thing nor the other, rock or disseminator plant, both gone awry, stalled and incomplete.

Her anger had drained away, as it always did when she concentrated on a.s.similating the intricacies of a problem. But this time, that cool logical state of reasoning she exercised, the famed Evans rationality, was in danger of crumbling away. Her eyes couldn't linger on Royan for more than a few seconds at a time. Royan, trapped inside this creature, this grotesque chimera. The deliberate physical ruining of his body. Once again. She knew exactly how much that would tyrannize his soul. And all her guilt from knowing it was because of the gulf between them that he had been driven here, to this ignominy, If they had never met, if she hadn't tried to bind him to her, if...

Her mind was going through the routine at a virtually subconscious level, processor nodes a.n.a.lysing the data she was hearing, coding it, a.s.signing it storage s.p.a.ce in her memory nodes. All ready to be run through a logic matrix when the time came. Her decision. But all she really wanted to do was take Royan in her arms and hold him. To be free of all this punis.h.i.+ng pressure, and live. Just for once, escape from what both of them were.

G.o.d, or fate, never seemed to give that option to an Evans.

Greg moaned, eyes widening in shock. His knees sagged, and Rick just caught him before he fell.

"What is it?' she demanded.

'Suzi,' he said, voice coming from the back of his throat. His features clenched in effort.

'What do we do?' Rick asked.

'Wait,' she said. 'It's all we can do.'

Greg moaned again.

She glanced at the Hexaemeron, wondering whether to

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call the crash team hardliners in. But it didn't seem to be doing anything; its surface was awash with s.h.i.+mmering refraction patterns. She'd been relying on Greg to provide any advance warning in case it turned hostile.

'Dead,' Greg said numbly. 'Suzi's dead.'

'How?' Julia asked.

'She went after Leol Reiger; they tangled in the caves somewhere.'

'Is Reiger dead?'

'Durmo. We loosed off Suzi's missiles. Might have got him.' He steadied himself against Rick, and straightened his back ponderously.

'Reiger,' said Royan. 'I've heard of him. Tekmerc with a high hazard rating. Is he Jepson's agent?'

'Yes, he's Jepson's.' She gave the Hexaemeron a long stare. 'The one you summoned. Do you have a reason why I should allow you to live?'

'I am not a hazard, Julia Evans, to you or your world,' the Hexaemeron's smooth voice said. 'I sin, as stated, simply a midwife. When the species I contain have birthed, my time will be over. Royan is guilty of judging me by his own human standards. My planet's life is st.u.r.dy, yes, but also highly organized. It is not as compet.i.tive as terrestrial organisms.'

'What do you mean organized?' she asked.

'Plants supply animals with all the nourishment they need. Animals are non-carnivorous, they do not prey on each other as is the common practice on your Earth. Our life harmonizes.'

'Fascist Gala's world,' Royan said. 'Everything knows its place, and stays there. But where would our place be?'

'Is that it?' Julia asked. 'Some kind of shared consciousness? An insect mentality?'

'Not at all. Organization is different from obedience. Animal and insect forms have all evolved high social orders. Clannish, if you like. Once established in a territory they will not venture outside.'

'That sounds detrimental to me,' Julia said. 'You'd need a certain amount of cross-breeding to continue species viability.'

'Naturally, each clan maintains contact with its neighbours, and major species have a degree of conscious control over their own germ plasm.'

'I still find that trait quite incredible,' Julia said. 'Perhaps the most frightening aspect of all. Even if I believe you can vouch for the non-belligerence of the individual species you contain, what is to prevent them from altering beyond recognition within a few generations? If they react and adapt to their environment, they'll have to undergo considerable alteration, physical and mental. And I have to ask myself how they'll react to humans. For we are not saints. Nor are our animals. Let loose on Earth, aliens would have to protect themselves from the ignorant, the frightened, not to mention the ideologically inclined. Can you guarantee that these species of yours will not grow horns and fangs, will not hit back?'

'No, of course not. Not if those circ.u.mstances arise. That is why I suggested Mars to Royan. It would be worthwhile to consider; I offer to purchase Mars from the human race. You would act as my agent, profiting accordingly. Negotiate for me, Julia Evans, I do not lay claim to that skill, and you are the world's acknowledged expert. You have the material and political means to bring about this arrangement. In return, I will multiply myself and function as a fully-operational asteroid disseminator plant. One that will respond only to you. In addition, Venus could be terraformed. I contain the genetic codes for an algae which would digest Venus's atmospheric carbon dioxide. With the resources and wealth that asteroid dissemination would make available to you, the algae's production in sufficient quant.i.ties would pose no problem. Accelerating Venus's rotation to a twenty-four-hour period would probably be beyond my ability to supply. But I would provide Event Horizon with a human chemistry compatible food crop which will thrive in days that last four Earth months. I can bloom, Julia Evans, if you let me.'

Julia hesitated for a moment. She didn't doubt the Hexaemeron could back the offer with solid bioware - alien bioware - and if any word of the offer leaked it would s...o...b..ll, become irresistible. Politicians would welcome the Hexa~meron with open arms; the wealth it could provide was 528.

enough to fulfil any manifesto. She either stopped it, killed it, now, or events would be ripped beyond even her ability to control. Intelligent benign aliens on Mars, the asteroids converted to bullion vaults, Venus tamed. So very tempting; she could play Midas to the Hexaemeron's Dionysus.

And look what happened to Midas.

She glanced round. Rick had an overawed, slightly beleaguered expression on his young face, dazed and doting.

Greg was gaunt, lost in his own torment over Suzi. Consulting Royan was an impossibility; she knew he'd never give her any advice on this, saying, 'Look where my expertise has got us.' Even if she had been blind to everything else between them, she was sure of that.

It made her frightened for what would happen afterwards; with the Hexaemeron free or the Hexaemeron destroyed, the two of them would still be left to resolve whatever they had. And how wretched he was going to be, not only at failing his one chance at equality, but for creating such a danger and quandary, for disappointing her, making her angry, and stressing her virtually to breaking point. It might even be pus.h.i.+ng her love too far. She was afraid to think about that. Instinct and concern had brought her this far, but what was left?

'If you can do this,' she said carefully to the Hexaemeron, 'if you can provide so much, why did you call for Clifford Jepson? Why not just ask for me in the first place?'

'But I did,' said the Hexaemeron. 'You or Clifford Jepson, both of you are similar, both of you with the right political contacts, both of you in positions of direct influence. You both make your own decisions without consultations or reference, and you are not afraid to make those decisions even if they go against .what is seen as being in the public interest. Had Clifford Jepson arrived first, I would have offered him the same as I now do to you. Either way, I win.'

'The whole world hates a smart-a.r.s.e,' Royan said.

Julia walked right up to the Hexaemeron's quivering sh.e.l.l, stopping with her nose almost touching. 'Is it telling the truth, Greg?'

'Yeah, as far as I can tell. At least it's very earnest.'

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Now she was close she could see Royan's nose had been eaten away, there were no lips left, and his eyes - she was sure they were missing. The Hexaemeron had done that, in a moment of fear and panic Royan had said. Could what was virtually a machine intelligence fear and panic? 'Keep scanning it, I have a question to ask. I must know if the answer is honest.'

'OK.'.

'Was the microbe spliced together, or was it natural?' She held her breath. Had they been deliberately manufactured, set loose on the universe with the intent of conquering?

'That is a null question,' the Hexaemeron said. 'There were no laboratories involved, no instruments nor machines. All that was left alive contracted to this. What I am. The sentience coadunation molecule at the centre of the gene sphere was a product of necessity. Designed, perhaps, though you would call it being driven. There was no free will involved. Primordial life originated as a microbe, as was the first, so is the last. The difference is the genetic codes. Six billion years of history. Do you consider you have the right to extinguish that, Julia Evans?'

'n.o.body should have to decide this,' she said, almost to herself. 'Not something like this.'

'Anyone who has the ability to decide, will decide. This is inevitable. If you were unable to decide, you would not be here, Event Horizon would not exist in the form it does. There can be no abrogation of your position.'

'Royan?' she appealed.

His deliquescent face remained devoid of emotion. 'You already know the answer, don't you, Snowy? The Hexaemeron is G.o.d's creature. Why it's here, I don't pretend to understand. But I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to decide in your place, I would do anything to spare you this. But I guess this is His test for you.'

She gave Greg a forlorn look.

He returned a sad smile. 'Tell you, Julia; this, you, it's all way out of my league. But the alien is right, if anyone's to decide, it should be you. I'd rather it was you.'

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'There is one thing I can add,' Rick said quietly. 'A third option.'

'Go on.'

'Send it back.'

There were no NN cores to consult. And it had been a long time since she hadn't had a second and third opinion on every topic under the sun. She carefully cancelled the waiting logic matrix in her processor node. Then there was just her, alone.

Julia made her choice.

It was a standard personality package, configured to establish control in whatever system it found itself operating in. She had to add a few modifications first.

When the squirt was complete it checked its own integrity, then began to re-format the command routines of the cellular array it was stored in. This time there was a difference; as well as altering the processing structure's programs, it could change the actual physical nature of the network itself. Protean cells elongated and joined together, forming a complex new topology, their membranes' permeability altered.

Julia's mentality unfolded into the new neural network. Satisfied she was now in total control of a clump of cells over a metre in diameter she sent a go code to her flesh-and-blood self.

Memories streamed in, of Peterborough and Wilholm and Event Horizon and the children and Royan; regressing, Grandpa alive, school in Switzerland, Mother and Father -she hadn't thought of them for over a decade, childhood in the desert sandstone warrens. Not just the visual image, but sounds, tastes, smells, textures, raw emotion. She grew from the present back down into the past. Complete.

Her sensorium was different, three-hundred-and-sixty degrees spherical; optical reception extending from infrared up into high ultra violet; vibration acceptance was so sensitive she could actually hear the big mining machines cutting out I.

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New London's second chamber; the magnetic and electromagnetic spectrums were strange; as was the chemical reception. She began to modify cells and compose filter programs. Chemical reception was easy to translate into smell, once she'd tagged the molecular formulae. Magnetic and electromagnetic she translated into black and white, seeing the gigaconductor cell in Greg's Tokarev laser s.h.i.+ning brightly. It was the all-directions-at-once panorama which gave her the most trouble; she began to adapt her sensory reception and interpretation routines, enlarging the a.s.sociated neurone structure. Her attention stopped fficking round nervously, and started to accommodate the whole view.

'Have you confirmed your operability?' the Hexaemeron asked.

'Yes.'

'Very well, Julia Evans, I defer to your authority. This idea goes against every instinct I possess. I am the micro, destined to timeless embrace of the cosmos. This brash voyage goes against nature. Gambling all on one risky flight. What strange, hasty creatures you are.'

'It's just youthful enthusiasm, the inability to resist challenge. We dream, that is our flaw, and our beauty. Your strength is physical, ours lies in conviction of self.'

She felt the Hexaemeron's consciousness fading into dormancy. Her control routines extended out through the remaining cells as it retreated.