The Machine Crusade

by Brian Herbert

  Dhartha's deep blue eyes flashed. "This is not about pride, Aurelius Venport This is only about killing a pest of the desert."

  Venport stood. "Then you shall have everything you require."

  During his life, Naib Dhartha had witnessed much hardship and suffering. Years ago his wife and an entire spice caravan had been lost in a furious sandstorm. Then his son Mahmad died of a festering offworld disease. By now he was accustomed to grief. But the death of his beloved grandson Aziz, who had done everything to please his grandfather, drove him closer to despair than anything else. And for that, Dhartha knew exactly whom to blame.

  The obsession for revenge had gnawed at him for a full year, and now he was ready to act.

  He sat in a cave meeting chamber, glowering at the tribal elders. This was not a council session or a discussion, but a pronouncement, and all those present knew not to argue with the Naib. His spice-blue eyes were red-rimmed, like pits gouged from his face with a blunt knife.

  "Selim was an orphan, an ungrateful youth, and — worst of all — a water thief. When he was only a child, our village banished him, assuming he would become food for the desert demons. But since going out on his own, he has been like sand rubbing a raw wound. Selim gathers criminals to raid our villages and prey upon our caravans."

  "We have tried to negotiate with him. My own grandson delivered a message asking Selim to rejoin our society, but this prodigal son has made a pact with Shaitan himself. He laughed at my offer and sent Aziz back empty-handed."

  The elders sat looking expectantly at Dhartha. They sipped from small cups of spice-laced coffee. He noticed that most of them wore offworld clothes.

  "Not content merely to rebuff my invitation, Selim Wormrider dared to fill that innocent boy's head with foolish ideas. It was the outlaw's specific intent to trick Aziz into his foolhardy attempt, knowing that Shaitan would devour him. It is Selim's revenge against me." He looked around at the men again, his entire body shaking. "Does anyone here dispute this?"

  The men remained silent until finally one elder said, "But what shall we do about it, Naib Dhartha?"

  "We have tolerated his harassment for years. Selim's stated goal is to impede all spice harvesting activities and destroy our trade with offworld merchants — the trade that has made our village wealthy. I say for a thousand reasons that we must destroy Selim and his bandit followers. We must crush these brigands while our men still remember the hard ways of the desert. We must gather our warriors and march upon the Wormrider's stronghold."

  He clenched his fist and stood. "I call for a kanla party of vengeance, our best fighters to go with me and destroy Selim, once and for all."

  All the elders stood with him, some reluctantly, others raising their fists in the air. As Naib Dhartha had expected, no one raised a voice of dissent.

  The vision from Shai-Hulud had never been so clear. Selim sat up on his pallet in the dark. A few dim glowglobes stolen from spice caravans hung outside in the corridor of the cave, casting faint pools of light, but he counted on darkness outside, with dawn far away. He blinked his eyes, trying to shift from his inner prophetic vision to his physical surroundings.

  Now I see it, so plainly!

  Beside him Marha slept in peaceful dreams. She was warm and soft and familiar. They had been married a year, and she was now pregnant with their first child. But he felt as if she had always been part of his life, and of his growing legend. He looked down at her and she stirred, though he had done nothing to disturb her. Marha was so attuned to her husband that she sensed even when his thoughts changed.

  For their sleeping alcove, Selim had selected one of the inner chambers whose walls were adorned by etched Muadru rune carvings, the indecipherable symbols that had been placed there by unknown mystical travelers. The ancient writings made Selim feel connected to the soul of Arrakis itself. They helped him achieve a clarity of thought, and his nightly consumption of melange brought him purpose, elucidations, and dreams. Sometimes the visions were murky and difficult to comprehend; on other occasions Selim understood precisely what he must do.

  His wife looked up at him expectantly, her eyes glinting in the cave shadows. Trying to keep the tremors out of his voice, he said, "An army approaches, Marha. Naib Dhartha has gathered well-armed offworlders to do his fighting for him. He has cast aside his Zensunni beliefs and his honor. He is a man consumed by his own hatred, and it means more to him now than anything."

  Marha got to her feet. "I will summon all of your followers, Selim. We will gather weapons and prepare to make our stand."

  "No," Selim said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "They know where to find this place, and will come upon us with an overwhelming force. Regardless of the dedication and ferocity of our fighters, we cannot win."

  "Then we must flee! The desert is vast. We can easily find another hideout far from here."

  "Yes." Selim stroked her cheek, then bent to kiss her. "You will all go deep into the desert and establish another base to support our cause. But I must remain behind and face him. Alone."

  Marha gasped. "No, my darling, come with us. They will kill you."

  Selim stared into the shadows, his gaze distant and unfocused as if he were peering deeper into a reality that no one else could see. "Long ago, Buddallah blessed me with a sacred mission. All my life I have followed the task He set for me, and it has all come to this nexus. The fate of Shai-Hulud rests upon my actions, and the future that I will help to create."

  "You cannot help create a future if you are dead."

  He smiled faintly at her. "The future is not so simple, Marha. I must set a course that will stand for millennia."

  "I shall stay and fight beside you. I am as capable as any of your fighters. You know I have proven myself—"

  He placed his hands on her squared shoulders. "No, Marha. You have a greater responsibility, a much more important one. You must make certain that no one forgets. Only in that manner will we achieve a true and lasting victory."

  Selim inhaled deeply, and the heavy, sweet taste of melange clung to his breath. In the deepest core of his soul he felt a connection with Shai-Hulud.

  "I intend to face my enemy alone on the sand." He turned to Marha's wide-eyed gaze and gave her a faint but confident smile. His voice held no doubt whatsoever. "As a legend, I can do no less."

  Since there has been no upload linkage between me and the evermind for decades, Omnius does not know my thoughts, which might be considered disloyal. But I do not mean them to be that way. I am just curious by nature.

  — The Erasmus Dialogues

  On the synchronized World of Corrin, watcheyes were everywhere, observing everything. Though in a sense it was reassuring, sometimes Erasmus found the little electronic spies intrusive and annoying. Especially the mobile units, like persistent little insects. He had learned to be ready for the omnipresent voice that came out of nowhere, at any moment.

  The unexpected update ship arrived on Corrin, transmitting the surprising news that, after decades of delay, Seurat would deliver an intact copy of the Earth-Omnius. Erasmus received the news without joy, and waited for the evermind to process the new information. He had never really intended to hide the details of his volatile Earth experiments and their disastrous, unexpected consequences. Not forever, anyway.

  Erasmus strolled in the ornamental garden of his private villa; the intense sunlight of the red giant star harmed some of the delicate flowers, and helped other plants to flourish. While he was occupied with a rare bird-of-paradise blossom — one of Serena Butler's favorite flowers — Omnius processed the lost update with routine efficiency, and Seurat's update ship departed from the landing zone without incident.

  Before the update vessel had even cleared the atmosphere, Erasmus was summoned by the evermind. The authoritarian mechanical voice came from an implant in a bonsai-banyan tree in his private garden.

  "Yes, Omnius? Have you found anything interesting in the Earth update?" Erasmus inspected his flowers, as if he ha
d no other concerns. He assumed, however, that he was about to be severely reprimanded.

  "I know now that your 'challenge' regarding the feral boy Gilbertus Albans has an earlier parallel." One of the leaves on the tiny tree glowed bright green, the apparent source of the hidden watcheye.

  "I have never tried to raise a slave child before."

  "You have proved to be an expert in large-scale manipulation of the human psyche. According to the update, you engaged in an interesting wager with my Earth counterpart to see if you could cause even loyal human trustees to turn against us."

  "Only with the encouragement and full understanding of the Earth-Omnius," Erasmus said, as if that were an adequate excuse.

  "You are attempting to deceive me through incomplete or filtered information. Is this a technique you learned from human subjects? It seems that you are trying to gain an upper hand over me through our competitions in a variety of forms. Do you seek to replace me?"

  "I am no more than a servant of your wishes, Omnius." Out of habit the robot's flowmetal face formed a smile, though his expression meant little to the evermind. "If ever I attempt to influence your analyses, it is only to generate further understanding of our enemies."

  "You concealed something else from me. Something much more significant." The bright green leaf vibrated, as if in anger. "You, Erasmus, were the root cause of the original human rebellion."

  "Nothing can be concealed from you, Omnius. There are only input delays, and that is what happened here. Yes, I tossed an insignificant human child off a balcony… and apparently that incited the current revolt."

  "An incomplete analysis, Erasmus. Iblis Ginjo, one of the human trustees you personally corrupted, led the most violent insurrection on Earth, and is now an important political leader in the Jihad. Also, the figurehead of their fanatical cause, Serena Butler, was once your house slave. It seems that your experiments have had catastrophic effects."

  "Only with the goal of achieving better understanding."

  "Is it possible one of your experiments is responsible for the eight other Synchronized Worlds that recently suffered a wave of inexplicable breakdowns?"

  "Certainly not, Omnius."

  "Your independent personality is becoming troublesome, Erasmus. Therefore, to prevent further disasters from occurring, your mind will be reformatted and synchronized with mine. As an individual you will be terminated — terminate — termin — term — "

  Abruptly, the oddly stuttering Omnius voice fell silent. The light from the watcheye faded. The glowing leaf detached from the bonsai-banyan and tumbled to the ground.

  Perplexed, and feeling an urgent need to assess the threat to his treasured individuality, Erasmus looked up at some of the other watcheyes around his villa. They all hung motionless and silent, as if deactivated. One dropped like a stone from the sky and smashed into pieces on the pavement.

  An odd silence seemed to penetrate all of Corrin.

  "Omnius?" But Erasmus could not find the evermind anywhere on his observation screens or interaction loci.

  Overhead, a robot-controlled ship careened on an aberrant approach vector before slamming into one of the industrial buildings.

  Sensing the emergency, but not understanding the rash of breakdowns, Erasmus left his villa and traveled with great haste into the main city on Corrin. He found trustee humans., alarmed slaves, and autonomous robots all moving about in apparent confusion.

  At the center of the city, the giant Central Spire had gone berserk. Like a writhing serpent, the flowmetal structure convulsed and spasmed, shrinking into the ground and then abruptly launching into the sky, smashing other buildings as if it were the tentacle of an enraged octopus. Omnius's erratic thoughts guided the movement and restructure of the building.

  Erasmus stared at the bizarre display, feeling simulated emotions of confusion, amusement, and horror. Had Corrin suffered the strange breakdown virus like these other worlds?

  Determined and curious, the robot marched around the capital city, trying to communicate with other watcheyes. Everywhere, he found non-functioning units and broken parts lying about. He then discovered, from speaking with other robots, that all Omnius systems on the planet were completely shut down in a pervasive paralysis. Unguided vehicles crashed, industrial equipment overloaded and began to burn.

  The entire software presence of Omnius had been erased.

  "1 am declaring a crisis," Erasmus said over an open communication channel. "The evermind has been damaged, and we must impose control before the planetary breakdowns worsen." As one of the few independent robots, Erasmus could make swift decisions and was therefore much more efficient than other robots.

  He found the situation exciting. Since he had been programmed to be loyal, it had never occurred to Erasmus to usurp Omnius. But now the independent robot found himself faced with a predicament. He had an obligation to maintain machine control on the vulnerable planet — even though the evermind had promised to terminate him.

  Not wasting any time, Erasmus imposed his own authority, isolating as many Omnius backups as he could locate, those untouched by the insidious virus causing this cascade of disasters. He could piece together enough computer control to keep Corrin secure. Eventually, he would restore most of the systems while purging the dangerously corrupted files and thoughts from the evermind.

  Along with a few careful edits and revisions of his own.

  The robot's flowmetal face stiffened into a mask of determination. Occupying a unique position in machine history, Erasmus had the opportunity to save the primary Synchronized World. If he succeeded, he should be owed something for his trouble. This did not make him disloyal, or even devious. It made him uniquely valuable. He simply needed to survive. He had a right to survive!

  If I don't, we will never understand humans and can never defeat them on the battlefield.

  Firmly believing in the logic of his actions, Erasmus created false memories for Omnius, altering scenarios as required. The evermind had no need for the long-dismissed information in the Earth update anyway. The robot's historical rewrite was not perfect, but he thought it might just allow his continued existence.

  Generally, Erasmus preferred to deal with great questions in a theoretical manner, rather than by solving problems through overt action. Thus he was curious, even surprised, to find himself launching a military counterstrike — against another independent robot, at that.

  Despite his best repair efforts, the interrelated systems on Corrin continued to reel, ruined by the parasitic reprogramming routines hidden within the lost Earth-Omnius update. Erasmus likened the situation to a human with a brain disorder undergoing a violent seizure. Any good doctor would isolate and strap down the victim for his own good. Here, he had done the same with the evermind, mitigating the damage by swiftly isolating Omnius's systems.

  It took him little time or effort to determine that the carrier that had infected Corrin must be Seurat himself. Seurat had also gone to those eight other worlds that had broken down. Unwittingly, the robot captain had delivered his contaminated update, and various Omnius incarnations on other Synchronized Worlds had absorbed the new information along with a programming virus that acted like a silent, ticking bomb.

  He summoned a squadron of military robots that could link with the swiftest thinking machine ships. "Track and intercept that update ship. Prevent delivery of further copies of the Earth-Omnius update. You are authorized to destroy Seurat and his vessel if necessary. Your highest priority is to avert further programming breakdowns, such as those we have endured here on Corrin."

  The combat robots swiveled and marched off with thudding footsteps toward razor-sharp craft that could slice through space at high speed. The automated military vessels roared away, spilling smoke into the crimson-stained sky. Their geometric silhouettes crossed the swollen orb of the red giant, like birds of prey as they shot into space.

  Erasmus felt a certain kinship with Seurat, but such feelings did not extend to sympathy. The e
vermind had been severely damaged, and Erasmus would do what was required to clean up the mess.

  Not that Omnius would ever deign to show gratitude.

  The update ship flew faster and more smoothly than the Dream Voyager that Seurat had shared with Vorian Atreides. Because of the adaptations necessary to accommodate the human trustee — life-support systems and creature comforts — the efficiency of the old update ship had been compromised.

  Still, the time Seurat had spent engaging in military games and other mental diversions with Vorian Atreides more than compensated for the differences. The robot pilot had come to understand the eccentricities of human nature in far greater detail than by simply scanning the vast Omnius databases.

  Unfortunately, his human copilot had overtly betrayed him, which made it difficult to justify pleasant memories of the young man. Even so, the robot captain had avoided deleting those familiar, almost sentimental data files…

  When he saw the fast-moving vessels streaking toward him, spreading out in an intercept-and-attack pattern, Seurat thought instantly of League Armada ships. During the final atomic strike on Earth they had fired upon him, pursuing his craft as he attempted to flee the planetary battleground with the last update of Omnius. While most human bombers and fighters had concentrated on the atomic attack, Vorian Atreides had pursued Seurat, stunning the robot captain and disabling his engines…

  Now, Seurat quickly determined that he did not have sufficient defensive weapons to fight off such an overwhelming force. Then he realized they were Omnius warships, dispatched from Corrin.

  "Stand down or face destruction," Erasmus's robots ordered, speaking in a machine language that Seurat automatically interpreted. "Do not try to escape. Power off your engines and prepare to be boarded."