Loop

by Kōji Suzuki

  "Has Futami-sensei told you anything about this man?"

  "Yes, he's a friend of my father's. I've met him myself once, five years ago. I remember his beard, mostly. Where is he now?"

  Amano flipped through the file again.

  "According to this, he moved from Cambridge to the laboratories in Los Alamos, New Mexico, ten years ago."

  New Mexico. The name sent a jolt through Kaoru's brain. He looked around the room, then stood up and took a close look at the world map on the wall.

  Los Alamos, New Mexico. He held down the spot with his finger: it wasn't far at all from the Four Corners of New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, and Colorado, where his family had been planning to go.

  Kenneth Rothman had moved there ten years ago. The first MHC victim had been in New Mexico. The coincidences were piling up…

  Kaoru shut his eyes tightly. He couldn't help but feel that an important clue lay hidden there. Hoping against hope, he asked, "Is it possible to contact him?"

  Amano's answer was brusque.

  "I sincerely doubt it."

  "Why is that?"

  "The last I heard from him was six months ago. What I heard then grabbed me, but I haven't been able to contact him since."

  "Grabbed you how?"

  "Something about having figured out the MHC virus, and that Takayama held the key… Tantalizing, isn't it?"

  "Takayama? That's someone's name, I take it? Whose?"

  "I'll give you the short version. The canceriza-tion of the Loop came about through the emergence of an unknown virus and a series of events linked to it. At the center of those events were three artificial life forms: one called Takayama, one called Asakawa, and one called Yamamura. It's been determined that these three life forms played important roles in the cancerization of the Loop."

  "The artificial life forms have names?"

  "Of course."

  "So Kenneth Rothman disappeared, leaving behind nothing but the name Takayama?"

  "Yes. I didn't think much of it-in this day and age, when I lost contact I simply figured that the cancer must have gotten him, too." Amano threw up his hands. "Especially in his case. He had his own laboratory in a remote town called Wayne's Rock. It was the kind of situation where he could slip out of touch at any time and nobody would be too surprised."

  "Wayne's Rock?"

  "Wayne's Rock, New Mexico. Basically a ghost town in the middle of the desert."

  Kaoru sighed and turned back to the map, placing his fingertip on one particular spot.

  Wayne's Rock, New Mexico.

  He had the feeling Rothman was waiting for him there, in his lab.

  His finger still on the map, Kaoru turned back to Amano. "Have you watched the whole series of events involving Takayama and Asakawa?"

  Amano shook his head. "No. I think only a few staff members watched it. The memory is stored in America, not here."

  This aroused Kaoru's interest still more.

  "Would it be possible for me to… see it?"

  "It would take a while, but it wouldn't be impossible. I think you'd be wasting your time, though," was Amano's answer. Kaoru's finger was still on the map.

  13

  It had been some time since he'd gone out onto the balcony at home and gazed at the night sky. Even from a hundred yards above he could tell that no ripples disturbed the black surface of the bay. It was a hot, windless evening. The humidity bathed him where he stood.

  He saw the sky differently this evening-he couldn't help but do so after everything Amano had told him this afternoon about the contents of the Loop. As a child, so full of the desire to understand the universe, he'd stared at the glittering stars with a passion born of the feeling that if he just looked long enough he'd understand.

  What's at the end of the universe? That was the kind of naive question that had presented itself to him. Staring at the cosmos now, it was utterly beyond his imagination what might lie outside the universe.

  Kaoru tried to imagine himself as a denizen of the Loop. Assuming he were a being aware of time and space, how would he interpret that universe? It would most likely appear to be expanding. The Loop had gradually grown with the changing passage of time. Before the program had been started, there had been nothing there at all. A mountain of silicon chips, yes, but no time, no space. But from the moment the staff had started the program, space had grown at an explosive rate. The Big Bang.

  The Loop space did not exist within the massively parallel supercomputers enshrined beneath the ground, just as a nature scene on a movie screen was not actually contained within that screen. That space existed neither inside nor outside the computers. It was only experienced as space by beings able to recognize it as such. As life forms evolved and their awareness grew, that space must have expanded, as if fleeing before the eyes that sought to recognize it.

  Kaoru turned his eyes to the actual sky. The universe he was looking at was expanding, but he wondered suddenly if it wasn't simply trying to get far away from earthly DNA and its powers of recognition. He couldn't discard the possibility that the real universe was a hypothetical space just like the Loop. Would that interpretation cause any inconvenient problems?

  No, it wouldn't. In fact, he felt that regarding the real world as a hypothetical space was getting closer to the truth. Maybe the ancient ways of thinking-the Buddhist idea that form is emptiness, or the Platonic notion of the ideal world-did a better job of capturing the reality of things.

  And if one assumed the universe was a virtual space, then there was the possibility that it was being observed through an open window in space, just as humans had been able to peek into the Loop world. Make the right time and space adjustments, and images of a particular moment in a particular place would unfold on the monitor in 3D.

  Kaoru placed one hand on his other arm, then moved it to his chest, his belly, and below.

  Do I just think I have a body, when really there's nothing at all?

  But there was that little organ located just below the centre of his body, and there were desires which emanated from it. He couldn't believe those were without reality. As he touched it, stroked it, he thought of Reiko's face.

  There was nobody behind the glass door at his back. The television was showing something different from a while ago. His mother was probably shut in her room, absorbed in Native American myths.

  Kaoru glanced behind him, and then allowed his organ to tower in the direction of the window that might be there in space somewhere; allowed it to insist on its existence.

  Kaoru wanted to shout to the night sky: This flesh can't be a fictional construct. Reiko’s body can't be a fictional construct.

  14

  There in the awkward darkness, Kaoru considered the two facts of which he'd just been made aware. Both were pieces of extremely bad news, and it was taking him a while to accept them. He knew they were coming, but now that they'd come he couldn't help but go unnaturally rigid as he looked down at his father.

  Up until a few minutes ago Kaoru had been in Ryoji's sickroom. As soon as Ryoji had been taken away for his test, Kaoru had locked the door from the inside and lost himself in passion with Reiko. Afterwards, he'd stopped by his father's room. What he'd heard there felt like a punishment for lewd acts in an inappropriate place. The scent of Reiko's skin still lingered in his nostrils, and he could still feel the soft touch of her skin here and there on his body. On a deep cellular level his excitement had yet to subside.

  Now he regretted coming to his father's room while still in the throes of afterglow.

  His father seemed to have physically shrunk a size over the last few days-the swelling of the sheet over his chest was pitifully small. When Kaoru was a child his father had been a giant in his eyes. He could beat on his father's muscular chest with both fists and his father wouldn't flinch in the slightest. His physique had been out of place on a scientist, but now it hardly disturbed the flatness of the sheet.

  So it wasn't that much of a surprise to hear that the cancer's spr
ead to his lungs had been confirmed. But still it was news he hadn't wanted to hear-he'd been putting off thinking about it for so long-and revulsion was his first reaction, followed by something like anger as the facts sank into his head.

  "Don't just stand there. Have a seat." Whereas Kaoru's expression as he stood there was one of rage, Hideyuki's was soft. Kaoru only then realized that he'd been standing ever since hearing the two pieces of bad news.

  Kaoru did as his father said and sat down on a stool. Suddenly his anger receded; he felt drained.

  "Are you going to have surgery?" His voice sounded hollow to himself.

  Hideyuki had the answer ready. "No, not this time."

  Kaoru was of the same opinion. Cutting the cancer out of his lungs wasn't going to prolong his life. The end result was all too clear. Chances were, an operation would actually shorten his life.

  "Right," was Kaoru's response to his father's determination.

  "But never mind about me. This has turned into something really nasty." Hideyuki was referring to the information Saiki had just brought him.

  The second piece of news had to do with the results of animal experiments conducted simultaneously but independently in Japan and America. Until this point, it had been thought that the Metastatic Human Cancer Virus only affected humans: only humans could catch it, and only human cells would turn cancerous under its influence. But experiments on mice and guinea pigs had just revealed that animals could contract the disease, as well.

  It wasn't yet clear whether this was the result of a mutation in the virus, or whether its ability to infect non-humans was simply something that had been overlooked up until now. What was important was the threat of animals in close contact with humans, dogs or cats or even smaller animals, becoming carriers of the virus. If this happened, it was to be expected that the virus would spread even more explosively than it already had. Events in the real world were taking on an even crueller resemblance to the end stages of the Loop. There, the cancerization had affected all life-form patterns. If the analogy held up, the MHC virus wouldn't cease its attack until all life on earth became cancerous.

  Even if Kaoru hadn't gotten the virus from Reiko, it would invade his body somehow, by some route or another. It was inevitable. At least, that was how he tried to rationalize his relations with her, even as he closed himself off to imagining the doom that awaited him.

  His father's voice reached him as if over a great distance.

  "Huh?"

  "Hey, are you listening to me?"

  "Sorry."

  "You spoke to Amano, right? Tell me your impressions."

  It was a vague enough question.

  "Well, a few things bother me about what he said."

  Hideyuki nodded. "I'll bet."

  "Dad, was it really only recently that people started to notice that reality was starting to look like the way the Loop wound up?"

  "The Loop project started thirty-seven years ago and lasted for seventeen years. The program was shut down five years after I joined. That was twenty years ago. That world had disappeared from my memory. It's really only in the last few days that I've started worrying about the way the Loop ended."

  Kaoru found this statement of his father's totally unbelievable.

  Ten years ago, when Hideyuki had steered the conversation away from the Loop, refusing to tell Kaoru how the project had turned out, it had to have been because he was bothered by the way it had ended. All life forms within the virtual space losing diversity, turning cancerous, and going extinct-it wasn't the kind of story to tell a ten-year-old kid. No doubt Hideyuki hadn't wanted his son to project that story onto the real world and thereby fall into an unhealthy obsession with the end of all things.

  Because he'd felt that a child's view of the future of mankind should be sunny, Hideyuki had distanced his son from the Loop. Which meant that in at least a corner of his mind Hideyuki had been worried all along about the conclusion of the Loop experiment.

  "Dad, about the reason that the Loop turned cancerous…"

  "It was the appearance of the ring virus."

  "Could somebody have introduced it into the program?"

  Hideyuki was silent for a while, as if pondering the idea.

  "Why do you say that?"

  "Because nobody could explain how the virus came to be. It couldn't have emerged naturally. So if it couldn't have been born on the inside, isn't it most natural to think it was brought in from the outside?"

  "Hmmph."

  "Isn't it?"

  "If people could just start introducing things once the program had already started to evolve, it would have nullified the whole experiment. Security was flawless."

  At this point, Kaoru mentioned a name. "You know Kenneth Rothman, right?"

  Still face up on the bed, Hideyuki turned his eyes toward Kaoru.

  "Did something happen to him?" he finally managed to choke out. He was bracing himself to receive another death notice.

  "Do you know where he is?"

  "I heard he was in New Mexico, still researching artificial life, but…"

  "Yeah, supposedly he moved to the laboratories in Los Alamos. But nobody knows where he is now. And just before he went missing he mentioned something that sounded pretty important. He said he'd figured out the MHC virus, and that Takayama held the key."

  "Takayama…"

  "Dad, did you watch the scenes in the Loop involving Takayama?"

  Kaoru's question sent Hideyuki deep into his thoughts again. His eyes darted around desperately as, with his weakened vitality, he tried to recall something.

  He was clearly shaken. It was only natural that his memory should become somewhat opaque after several major surgeries and his long battle with cancer. But still it was setting Hideyuki's nerves on edge that he could find no answer to his probings into the darkness of his memories.

  "I… I don't think so."

  Kaoru decided to ease his father's struggles by changing the subject. "Oh, Dad, another thing. The MHC virus has been sequenced, right?"

  "Saiki brought by a printout of it two days ago."

  "Well, have a look at these figures."

  Kaoru showed the printout to his father; he'd highlighted with a marker the total number of bases in each gene.

  "What about them?"

  "Look at the number of bases."

  3072-393,216-12,288-786,432-24,576- 49,152-196,608-6144-98,304.

  Hideyuki read the nine numbers off in order. But by the look he turned on Kaoru it was evident he hadn't noticed anything special about them.

  Kaoru enunciated clearly as he explained. "Get this, Dad. All nine of these numbers equal two to the nth power times three."

  Hearing this, Hideyuki looked over the numbers again at some length, before crying out. "Nice catch!"

  The old light returned to Hideyuki's eyes as he lost himself in their scientific back-and-forth; it only lasted an instant, but that was long enough for Kaoru to notice. It pleased him at the same time that it made his chest tighten. How long had it been since his father had praised him like this?

  "Do you think it's a coincidence, Dad?"

  "It can't be. What are the chances of all nine numbers-some of them six digits turning out to equal two to the nth power times three? Extremely low. Any time something overcomes that kind of improbability, it means something. You were the one who told me that, that night ten years ago."

  Hideyuki gave a weak laugh. Kaoru replayed in his mind his memories of that night and his family's back-and-forth; a summer as hot as this one and a childhood dream fanning anticipation of a trip to the North American desert. That place, once a fun-filled destination for a family vacation, had changed drastically for him, but it still drew him with great force.

  As Kaoru and Hideyuki sat there reminiscing about times spent together, the hospital corridor outside burst into a commotion.

  Two or three people ran past, creating a sense of tension not often felt in a non-emergency ward. Apprehensions stirring, Kaoru
listened closely.

  He heard what sounded like a woman's scream mingled with a male voice barking commands. The woman's voice sounded familiar. He was sure of it: it was Reiko.

  "Excuse me," Kaoru said, glancing at his father and getting up.

  He opened the door and looked up and down the hall. He saw a woman scurrying down the corridor away from him, following two men in guards' uniforms. She was wearing a casual yellow housedress; the zipper on her back wasn't zipped all the way up. Kaoru himself had fumblingly unzipped that dress not long ago; he knew the white neck above it. This was Reiko.

  She wore sandals with no socks; a further glance showed that she was in fact only wearing one sandal. This made one shoulder rise and fall with her strides. She must have been in quite some hurry as she'd left her son's sickroom.

  Realizing the situation must be urgent, Kaoru chased her, calling her name.

  She didn't even look back, but followed the two guards around a corner and through the door to the stairs, beside the elevator.

  She was screaming; just what her screams meant was not clear. It sounded like she was calling out a name, but with all the noise, Kaoru couldn't make it out.

  "Reiko!"

  Kaoru sped after her, opening the stairwell door as it slammed shut in front of him and rushing in. In the stairwell was a freight elevator, and beyond that the fireproof door to the emergency stairs. This door opened from either side, in case of emergency, but any unauthorized entry by this means would show up on the security monitors, bringing guards at a run. Of course, the system was also designed to prevent people from jumping to their deaths.

  Reiko and the guards opened the door to the emergency stairs, and over their shoulders Kaoru could see the child. The outside wall had a window in it, marked with a red triangle: this window opened from the outside or the inside, so that firemen could use it as an entrance in an emergency. The window was open now, and curled up on the windowsill sat Ryoji.