The Void Trilogy 3-Book Bundle

by Peter F. Hamilton

  Three of the ambassador’s eyes curved around to stare at her. “Although we disapprove of living creatures placing themselves subordinate to the mechanical, we consider your planetary computer to be the true ruler of the Commonwealth. That is why I required this direct meeting rather than with the Senate as usual.”

  Justine was not about to start arguing about political structures with an alien who saw everything in black and white. “ANA has considerable influence beyond this planet. That is so.”

  “Then you must work with the Empire to avert a very real danger.”

  “What danger is that, Ambassador?” As if none of us knew.

  “A human organization is threatening to send ships into the Void.”

  “Yes, our Living Dream movement wants to send its followers on a Pilgrimage there.”

  “I am familiar with human emotional states after being exposed to your kind for so long, so I am curious why you do not react to this event with any sense of distress or concern. It is through humans that we know of the Void; therefore, you know what effect your Living Dream is proposing to trigger.”

  “They do not propose anything; they simply wish to live the life of their idol.”

  “You are deliberately denying the implication. Their entry to the Void will provoke a massive devourment phase. The galaxy will be ruined. Our Empire will be consumed. You will kill us and countless others.”

  “That will not happen,” Justine said.

  “We are reassured that you intend to stop the Living Dream.”

  “That’s not what I said. It is not our belief that their Pilgrimage will cause a devourment phase of any size. They simply do not possess the ability to pass through the event horizon which guards the Void. Even the Raiel have trouble doing that, and Living Dream does not have access to a Raiel ship.”

  “Then why are they launching this Pilgrimage?”

  “It is a simple political gesture, nothing more. Neither the Ocisen Empire nor any other species in the galaxy has anything to worry about.”

  “Do you guarantee that your Living Dream group cannot get through the event horizon? Other humans have crossed over into the Void. They are the cause of this desire to Pilgrimage, are they not?”

  “Nothing is certain, Ambassador; you know that. But the likelihood—”

  “If you cannot guarantee it, then you must prevent the ships from flying.”

  “The Greater Commonwealth is a democratic institution, complicated in this case by Living Dream being both transstellar and the legitimate government of Ellezelin. The Commonwealth constitution is specifically designed to protect every member’s right to self-determination on an individual and governmental level. In other words, we don’t actually have the legal right to prevent them from embarking on their Pilgrimage.”

  “I am familiar with human lawyers. Everything can be undone; nothing is final. You play with words, not reality. The Empire recognizes only power and ability. Your computer government has the physical power to prevent this Pilgrimage, am I not correct?”

  “Ability does not automatically imply intent,” Justine said. “ANA: Governance has the ability to do many things. We do not do them because of the laws which govern us, both legal and moral.”

  “It is not part of your morality to destroy this galaxy. You can prevent this.”

  “We can argue strongly against it,” she said, wishing she did not agree quite so much with the Ocisen.

  “The Empire requires a tangible commitment. The Pilgrimage ships must be neutralized.”

  “Out of the question,” Justine said. “We cannot interfere with the lawful activities of another sovereign state; it goes against everything we are.”

  “If you do not prevent the launch of this atrocity, then the Empire will. Even your lawyers will agree we have the right to species self-preservation.”

  “Is that a threat, Ambassador?” Kazimir asked quietly.

  “It is the course of action you have forced upon us. Why do you not see this? Are you afraid of your primitive cousins? What can they threaten you with?”

  “They do not threaten us; we respect each other. Can you make the leap to understand that?”

  Justine tried to read the ambassador’s reaction to the jibe, but it seemed unperturbed. Spittle continued to dribble from its vocalizer gill while its arms flopped like landed fish inside their cybernetic casings. “Your laws and their hypocrisy will always elude us,” the ambassador said. “The Empire knows you always include extraordinary powers within your constitutions to impose solutions in times of crisis. We require you to invoke them now.”

  “ANA: Governance will be happy to introduce a motion in the Senate,” Justine said. “We will ask that Living Dream desist from reckless action.”

  “Will you back this by force if they refuse?”

  “Unlikely,” Kazimir said. “Our navy exists to protect us from external enemies.”

  “What is the Void devourment if not an enemy? Ultimately it is everyone’s enemy. The Raiel acknowledge this.”

  “We do understand your unease, Ambassador,” Justine said. “I would like to reassure you we will work to prevent any catastrophe from engulfing the galaxy.”

  “The Raiel could not prevent devourment. Are you greater than the Raiel?”

  “Probably not,” she muttered. Did it understand sarcasm?

  “Then we will prevent your ships from flying.”

  “Ambassador, I have to advise the Ocisen Empire against such a course of action,” Kazimir said. “The navy will not permit you to attack humans.”

  “Do not think you can intimidate us, Admiral Kazimir. We are not the helpless species you attacked at Fandola. We have allies now. I represent many powerful species who will not allow the Void to begin its final devourment phase. We do not stand alone. Do you think your navy can defeat the whole galaxy?”

  Kazimir seemed unperturbed. “The navy acts only in defense. I urge you to allow the Commonwealth to solve an internal problem in our own way. Humans will not trigger a large-scale devourment.”

  “We will watch you,” the ambassador boomed. “If you do not prevent these Pilgrimage ships from being built and launched, then we and our new—powerful—allies will act in self-defense.”

  “I do understand your concern,” Justine said. “But I would ask you to trust us.”

  “You have never given us a reason to,” the ambassador said. “I thank you for your time. I will return to my ship; I find your environment unpleasant.”

  Which is quite subtle for an Ocisen, Justine thought. She stood and accompanied the ambassador back to its ship. Gore materialized beside her as the hulking machine rose into the sky.

  “Allies, huh? You know anything about that?” he asked Kazimir.

  “Not a thing,” Kazimir said. “They could be bluffing. Then again, if they are serious about stopping the Pilgrimage, they will need allies. They certainly can’t do it alone.”

  “Could it be the Raiel?” Justine asked in surprise.

  Kazimir shrugged. “I doubt it. The Raiel don’t go sneaking around doing deals to pitch one species against another. If the Empire had approached them, I feel confident they would have told us.”

  “A postphysical, then?”

  “Not impossible,” Gore conceded. “Most of them regard us as vulgar little newcomers to an exclusive club. Those that talk to us, anyway. Most can’t even be bothered to do that. But I’d be very surprised if one had. They’d probably be quite interested in observing the final devourment phase.”

  “How about you?” Justine inquired lightly.

  Gore smiled, snow-white teeth shining coldly between gold lips. “I admit it would be a hell of a sight. From a distance. A very large distance.”

  “So what do you recommend?” Justine asked.

  “We certainly need to start the motion in the Senate,” Kazimir said. “The ambassador was quite right. I don’t think we can allow the Pilgrimage to launch.”

  “Can’t stop ’em,” Gore
said with indecent cheerfulness. “It’s in the constitution.”

  “We do have to find a solution,” Justine said. “A political one. And quickly.”

  “That’s my girl. Are you going to address the Senate yourself? You carry a lot of weight out there: history in the flesh.”

  “And it would be helpful to get confirmation from the Raiel,” Kazimir said. “You do have the personal connection.”

  “What?” Justine’s shoulders slumped. “Oh, hellfire. I wasn’t planning on leaving Earth.”

  “I expect the Hancher ambassador would like some reassurance, as well,” Gore added maliciously.

  Justine turned to give her father a level stare. “Yes, there’s a lot of people and factions we need to keep an eye on.”

  “I’m sure Governance knows what it’s doing. After all, you were its first choice. Can’t beat that.”

  “Actually, I was second.”

  “Who was first?” Kazimir asked curiously.

  “Toniea Gall.”

  “That bitch!” Gore spit. “She couldn’t get laid in a Silent World house the day after she rejuved. Everyone hates her.”

  “Now, Dad, history decided the resettlement period was a minor golden age.”

  “Fucking minuscule, more like.”

  Justine and Kazimir smiled at each other. “She was a good President as I recall,” Kazimir said.

  “Bullshit.”

  “I’ll go and visit the Hancher embassy on my way to the Senate,” Justine said. “It would be nice to know about the Empire’s military movements.”

  “I’ll start reassigning our observation systems inside the Empire to see if we can get a clearer picture of what’s going on,” Kazimir said.

  As Justine’s body teleported out of the Tulip Mansion, Gore’s primary consciousness retreated to his secure environment within the vastness of ANA. As perceptual reality locations went, it was modest. Some people had created entire universes for their own private playgrounds, setting up self-governing parameters to maintain the configurations. The bodies, or cores, or focal points they occupied within their concepts were equally varied, with abilities defined purely by the individual milieu. Quite where such domains extended to was no longer apparent. ANA had ceased to be limited to the physical machinery that had birthed it. The operational medium was now tunneled into the quantum structure of spacetime around Earth, fashioning a unique province in which its manifold posthuman intelligences could function. The multiple interstices propagated through quantum fields with the tenacity and fragile beauty of a nebula, an edifice forever shifting in tandem with the whims of its creators. It was no longer machine or even artificial life; it had become alive. What it might evolve into was the subject of considerable and obsessive internal debate.

  The factions were not openly at war over ANA’s ultimate configuration, but it was a vicious battle of ideas. Gore had not been entirely truthful when he had claimed to be a Conservative. He did support the idea of maintaining the status quo, but only because he felt the other, more extreme factions were being far too hasty in offering their solutions. Apart from the Dividers, of course, who wanted ANA to fission into as many parts as there were factions, allowing each to go its own way. He did not agree with them, either; what he wanted was more time and more information. That way, he believed, the direction they should take would become a lot more evident.

  He appeared on a long beach with a rocky headland a few hundred meters ahead of him. Perched on top was an old stone tower with crumbling walls and a white pavilion structure attached to the rear. The sun was hot on his head and hands; he was wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt and knee-length trousers. His skin was ordinary, without any enrichments. The self-image and surroundings were taken from the early twenty-first century, back when life was easier even without sentient machines. This was Hawksbill Bay, Antigua, where he used to come with his yacht, Moonlight Madison. There had been a resort clustered along the shore in those days, but in this representation the land behind the beach was nothing more than a tangle of palm trees and lush grass with brightly colored parrots zipping between the branches. It did not have the wind that blew constantly through the real Caribbean, either, although the sea was an astonishingly clear turquoise where fish swam close to shore.

  There was a simple dirt path up the headland, leading to the tower. The pavilion with its fabric roof covered a broad wooden deck and a small swimming pool. There was a big oval table at one end with five heavily cushioned chairs around it. Nelson Sheldon was sitting there, a tall drink resting in front of him.

  In the days before ANA, Nelson had been the security chief for the Sheldon Dynasty, the largest and most powerful economic empire that had ever existed. When the original Commonwealth society and economy split apart and reconfigured as the Greater Commonwealth, the dynasty retained a great deal of its wealth and power, but things weren’t the same. After Nigel Sheldon left, it lost cohesion and dispersed out among the External worlds; it was still a force to be reckoned with politically and economically, but it lacked true clout.

  Over two centuries spent looking after the dynasty’s welfare had turned Nelson into a pragmatist of the first order. That meant he and Gore saw the whole ANA evolution outcome in more or less the same terms.

  Gore sat at the table and poured himself an iced tea from the pitcher. “You accessed all that?”

  “Yeah. I’m interested who the Empire has as an ally or even allies.”

  “Probably just a bluff.”

  “You’re overestimating the Ocisens. They lack the imagination for a bluff. I’d say they’ve managed to dig up some ancient reactionary race with a hard-on for the good old days and a backyard full of obsolete weapons.”

  “ANA: Governance is going to have to give that one some serious attention,” Gore said. “We can’t have alien warships invading the Commonwealth. Been there, done that. Ain’t going to let it happen twice. It was one of the reasons we started building ANA, so that humanity is never at a technological disadvantage again. There’s a lot of very nasty hardware lying around this galaxy.”

  “Among other things,” Nelson agreed sagely. “We are going to have to give the Void some serious attention soon—just as the Accelerators wanted.”

  “I want us to give the Void serious attention,” Gore said. “We can hardly claim to be masters of cosmological theory if we can’t even figure it out. It’s only the analysis time scale which everyone disagrees on.”

  “And the method of analysis, but yes, I’ll grant you that we do need to know how the damn thing is generated. It’s one of the reasons I’m with you on our little conspiracy.”

  “Think of us as a very small faction.”

  “Whatever; I stopped screwing round with semantics a long time ago. Purpose is absolute, and if you can’t define it: tough. And our purpose is to undo the damage the Accelerators have caused.”

  “To a degree, yes. The Conservatives will be most active on that front; we can trust them to do a decent job. I want to try to think a couple of steps ahead. After all, we’re not animals anymore. We don’t just react to a situation; we’re supposed to be able to see it coming. Ultimately, something has to be done about the Void problem. Understanding its internal mechanism is all very well, but it cannot be allowed to continue threatening the galaxy.”

  Nelson raised a glass to his lips and smiled in salute. “Way to go, tough guy. Where the Raiel failed …”

  “Where the Raiel tell us they failed. We have no independent confirmation.”

  “Nothing lasts long enough, apart from the Raiel themselves.”

  “Bullshit. Half the postphysicals in the galaxy have been around for a lot longer.”

  “Yeah, and those that were don’t bother to communicate anymore. They’re all quiet, or dead, or transcended, or retroevolved. So unless you want to go around and poke them with a big stick, the Raiel are our source. Face it, ANA is good, great even. We’re damn nearly proto-gods, but in terms of development we are still behi
nd the Raiel, and they plateaued millions of years ago. The Void defeated them. They converted entire star systems into defense machines, they invaded the fucking place with an armada, and they still couldn’t switch it off or kill it or blow it to hell.”

  “They went at it the wrong way.”

  Nelson laughed. “And you know the right way?”

  “We have an advantage they never did. We have insider knowledge, a mole.”

  “The Waterwalker? In Ozzie’s name, tell me you’re joking.”

  “You know who paid the most attention to Inigo’s dreams right at the start? The Raiel. They didn’t know what was inside. They built ships which could theoretically withstand any quantum environment, yet not one of them ever returned. We’re the ones who showed them what’s in there.”

  “It’s a very small glimpse, a single city on a standard H-congruous planet.”

  “You’re missing the point.” His arm swept around Hawksbill to point at the thick pillar of black rock protruding from the water several hundred meters out to sea. Small waves broke apart on it, churning up spume. “You bring any humans prior to the twenty-fifth century into here and they’d think they were in a physical reality. But if you or I were to observe the environment through them, we’d soon realize there were artificial factors involved. The Waterwalker gives us the same opportunity. His telepathic abilities have provided a very informative glimpse into the nature of the universe hiding inside that bastard event horizon. For all that it looks like our universe with planets and stars, it most definitely is not. This Skylord of the Second Dream confirms that. The Void has a Heart which is most distinctive, even though we haven’t been shown it yet.”

  “Knowing it’s different in there doesn’t give us any real advantage.”

  “Wrong. We know nothing can be achieved on a physical level. You can’t use quantumbusters against it; you can’t send an army in to wipe out the chief villain’s control room. The Void is the ultimate postphysical in the galaxy and probably all the other galaxies we can see. What we have to do is communicate with it if we ever want to achieve any resolution to the problem it presents to our stars. I don’t believe the Firstlife ever intended it to be dangerous; they didn’t know there was anything left outside that it could ever threaten. That’s our window. We know humans can get inside even though we’re not sure how they did it that first time. We know there are humans in there who are attuned to its fabric. Through them we may be able to effect change.”