Aurora Rising

by Alastair Reynolds

  “How many did we get off Brazilia?”

  “Eleven thousand on the commercial shuttles that were already docked. Three from Flammarion.”

  “Aurora’s reliant on data networks to hop into those habitats,” Dreyfus said. “Before we start nuking our own citizens, can we block her progress by taking down part of the network?”

  Baudry grimaced. “It’s all or nothing, Tom.”

  “Then we take the whole damned thing down.”

  “We don’t know for sure that that would stop Aurora, but it would definitely hurt us. We need the apparatus to track Aurora’s spread, to coordinate evacuation operations and the deployment of our own assets.”

  “Nonetheless,” Aumonier said, “Tom is right. Taking down Bandwide abstraction is something we have to consider. In fact, I’ve been considering it ever since I became aware of the crisis. We shouldn’t underestimate the risks, though. We may slow Aurora, but we’ll more than likely blind ourselves in the process.”

  “Use the nukes and we end this now,” Baudry said. “Aurora may not be intending to kill people, but she definitely intends to take their freedom from them.”

  Dreyfus clutched his stylus so tightly that the nib pushed into his palm and drew blood. “There’s another option, while we still have the apparatus. A given habitat may not be able to fight off the weevils, but at the moment we still have the resources of the entire Glitter Band to call upon.”

  “I’m not with you, Tom,” Baudry said.

  “I say we table an emergency poll with the people. We request permission to draft and mobilise a temporary militia from across the entire Glitter Band.”

  “Define ‘militia.’”

  “I mean millions of citizens, armed and equipped with whatever weapons their manufactories can produce in the next thirteen hours. They already have the ships, so moving them around won’t be a problem. If we can supply them with weapons blueprints, then place enough of them into the compromised habitats, and into the habitats we think Aurora will go for next, together with military-grade servitors under our control, we may be able to break her back without using nukes.”

  Baudry looked regretful. “You’re talking about citizens, Tom, not soldiers.”

  “You were the one calling them combatants, not me.”

  “They have no training, no equipment—”

  “The manufactories’ll give them equipment. Eidetics will give them training. Prefects can lead small units of drafted citizens.”

  “There are a hundred million citizens out there, Tom, ninety-eight per cent of whom face no immediate threat from Aurora. Do you honestly think many of them are going to race to throw themselves against those weevils?”

  “I think we should at least give them the choice. We won’t be proposing to draft the entire citizenry. Ten million would give us an overwhelming advantage, especially if they’re backed up by servitors. That’s only one citizen in ten, Lillian. The majority can agree to our draft safe in the knowledge that they’re not likely to be called up.”

  “Do you want to put some numbers on casualty estimates?” Baudry asked. “One in ten, two in ten? Worse than that?”

  Dreyfus tapped his stylus against the table. “I don’t know.”

  “Lose two million and you’ll have killed more people than if we go in now with nukes.”

  “But it would be two million people who chose to put themselves on the line, for the greater good of the Glitter Band, rather than two million we press the button on just because some simulation says so.”

  “Maybe we can come to some kind of compromise,” Aumonier said, her crystal-clear voice cutting through the tension between Dreyfus and Baudry. “We all find the idea of nuking habitats abhorrent, even if we differ on the necessity of doing so.”

  “Agreed,” Baudry said cautiously.

  “Which criteria did you use to identify Aurora’s next targets?” Aumonier asked.

  “Proximity and usefulness, with allowance for varying distances due to differential orbital velocities. I reasoned that Aurora would concentrate her efforts on the nearest habitats with manufacturing capability.”

  “Sounds reasonable to me,” Aumonier said. “The question is, can we get the people out of those habitats before the weevils arrive from those that are now under assault?”

  “You mean evacuate and then nuke?” Dreyfus asked.

  “If we can do it, we’ll be clearing a line in a forest. Aurora’s weevils may well be able to cross that line and leapfrog to even further habitats, but at least it’ll have bought us time, with no expenditure of human lives.”

  “If we get them out in time,” Clearmountain said.

  “We can’t be certain which habitats she’ll go for,” Baudry said, pointing at the Solid Orrery. “I selected likely candidates, but I couldn’t be precise.”

  “Then we’ll have to cover more bases.” Aumonier said. “I’m going to initiate an emergency evacuation order for ten probable targets.”

  Dreyfus said, “I suggest we concentrate any enforcement activities on one habitat, just to show we mean business. The others will hopefully assume we’re capable of dishing out the same treatment to them.”

  “I agree,” Aumonier replied. “The one thing the people mustn’t suspect is that we’re overstretched. As for assistance in the evacuation effort, I’ll go through CTC. They can requisition and re-route all spaceborne traffic without the need for a poll. We’ll be limited by ship capacity and docking hub throughput, but we’ll just have to do the best we can.” She looked directly at Baudry. “I want the names of ten habitats, Lillian. Immediately.”

  “I’d like to re-run the simulation, varying the parameters a little,” Baudry said.

  “There isn’t time. Just give me those names.”

  Baudry’s mouth fell open, as if she was about to say something but the words had suddenly escaped her. She reached for her stylus and compad and started compiling the list, her hand shaking with the momentous enormity of what she was doing.

  “How long are you going to give them?” Dreyfus asked. “Before you go in with the nukes, I mean.”

  “We can’t wait a day,” Aumonier said. “That would be too long, too risky. I think thirteen hours is a reasonable compromise, don’t you?”

  She knew that it could not be done, Dreyfus thought. Save for the tiniest family-run microstates, there was no habitat in the Glitter Band that could be emptied of people that quickly. Even if evacuation vehicles were docked and ready, even if the citizens were briefed and prepared, ready to leave their world in an orderly and calm fashion, a world that many of them would have spent their entire lives in.

  It just couldn’t be done. But at least those people would have a chance of getting out, rather than none at all. That was all Jane was counting on.

  “I have those names,” Baudry said.

  Aumonier floated rock-still, anchored in space at the epicentre of her own sensory universe. Most of her feeds were blanked out, leaving a bright equatorial strip focusing only on those twenty-five or thirty habitats at immediate or peripheral risk from Aurora’s takeover. The views kept shuffling, playing havoc with Dreyfus’s sense of his own orientation.

  “We’re going to lose Brazilia and Flammarion,” she said, by way of acknowledging his presence. “Weevils are deep inside both habitats and the local citizenry can’t hold them back. They’ve already taken appalling losses, and all they’ve done is slow their approach to the polling cores.”

  Dreyfus said nothing, sensing that Aumonier was not finished. Eventually she asked: “Did they get anything out of Gaffney?”

  “Not much. I’ve just read the initial summary from the trawl squad.”

  “And?”

  “They’ve cleared up at least one mystery. We know how he moved Clepsydra from the bubble to my quarters. He used a nonvelope.”

  “I’m not familiar with the term,” Aumonier said.

  “It’s an invisibility device. A shell of quickmatter with a degree of autonomy
and the ability to conceal itself from superficial observation. You put something in it you don’t want people to find.”

  “Sounds like exactly the sort of thing that should be banned by any right-thinking society. How did he get hold of it?”

  “From Anthony Theobald Ruskin-Sartorious, apparently. Anthony Theobald must have procured it through his black-market arms contacts. He used the nonvelope to escape from his habitat just before it was torched by Dravidian’s ship.”

  Aumonier frowned slightly. “But Anthony Theobald didn’t escape. All you had to interview was his beta-level copy.”

  “Gaffney knew differently, apparently. He intercepted the nonvelope before it fell into the hands of Anthony Theobald’s allies.”

  “And then what?”

  “He cracked it open. Then he ran a trawl on Anthony Theobald to see if he could find out where the thing Ruskin-Sartorious was sheltering had got to.”

  “Voi. Gaffney trawled him?” Reading her expression, Dreyfus could imagine what was going through her mind. It was one thing to be trawled inside Panoply, where strict rules were in force. It was another to receive the same treatment elsewhere, inflicted by a man acting outside the bounds of the law who cared nothing for the consequences of his actions.

  “He didn’t get as much information as he was hoping for, unfortunately.”

  “I presume he kept digging until he’d burnt away Anthony Theobald’s brain?”

  “That’s the odd thing,” Dreyfus said. “He appears to have held back at the last. He got something out of the man, enough for him to stop before he burnt him out completely.”

  “Why didn’t he go all the way if he thought there was something more to gain?”

  “Because Gaffney doesn’t see himself as a monster. He’s a prefect, still doing his job, still sticking to his principles while the rest of us betray the cause. He killed Clepsydra because he had no other option. He killed the people in Ruskin-Sartorious for the same reason. But he’s not an indiscriminate murderer. He’s still thinking about the tens of millions he’s going to save.”

  “What else did he get?”

  “That was where the trawl team hit resistance. Gaffney really didn’t want to give up whatever he had learned from Anthony Theobald. But they got a word.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Firebrand.”

  Aumonier nodded very slowly. She said the word herself, as if testing how it sounded coming from her own lips. “Did the summary team have anything to say about this word?”

  “To them it was meaningless noise. Firebrand could be a weapon, a ship, an agent, anything. Or it could be the name of the puppy he owned when he was five.”

  “Do you have any theories?”

  “I’m inclined to think it’s just noise: either noise that came out of Anthony Theobald, which Gaffney assumed was significant, or noise that came out of Gaffney. I ran a search on the word. Lots of priors, but nothing that raised any flags.”

  “There wouldn’t have been any,” Aumonier said.

  Dreyfus heard something in her tone of voice that he hadn’t been expecting. “Because it’s meaningless?”

  “No. It’s anything but. Firebrand has a very specific meaning, especially in a Panoply context.”

  Dreyfus shook his head emphatically. “Nothing came up, Jane.”

  “That’s because we’re talking about an operational secret so highly classified that even Gaffney wouldn’t have known about it. It’s superblack, screened from all possible scrutiny even within the organisation.”

  “Are you going to enlighten me?”

  “Firebrand was a cell within Panoply,” Aumonier said. “It was created eleven years ago to study and exploit any remaining artefacts connected with the Clockmaker affair.”

  “You mean the clocks, the musical boxes?”

  She answered with superhuman calm, taking no pleasure in contradicting him. “More than that. The Clockmaker created other things during its spree. The public record holds that none of these artefacts survived, but in reality a handful of them were recovered. They were small things, of unknown purpose, but because they had been made by the Clockmaker, they were considered too unique to destroy. At least not until we’d studied them, worked out what they were and how we could apply that data to the future security of the Glitter Band.” Before he could get a word in, she said: “Don’t hate us for doing that, Tom. We had a duty to learn everything we could. We didn’t know where the Clockmaker had come from. Because we didn’t understand it, we couldn’t rule out the possibility of another one arising. If that ever happened, we owed it to the citizenry to be prepared.”

  “And?” he asked. “Are we?”

  “I instigated Firebrand. The cell was answerable only to me, and for a couple of years I permitted it to operate in absolute secrecy within Panoply.”

  “How come Gaffney didn’t know about it?”

  “Gaffney’s predecessor knew—we couldn’t have set it up without some cooperation from Security—but when he handed over the reins there was no need to inform Gaffney. By then the cell was self-sufficient, operating within Panoply but completely isolated from the usual mechanisms of oversight and surveillance. And that was how things continued for a couple of years.”

  “What happened then?”

  “There was an accident: one of the seemingly dead artefacts reactivated itself. It killed half the cell before the rest brought it under control. When the news reached me, I took the decision to shut down Firebrand. I realised then that no benefits could outweigh the risks of allowing those artefacts to remain in existence. I ordered all the remains to be destroyed, all the records to be deleted and the cell itself to be disbanded. Those involved were dispersed back to normal duties, resuming the jobs they’d never officially left.”

  “And?” Dreyfus asked.

  “Shortly after, I received confirmation that my orders had been implemented. The cell was no more. The artefacts had been destroyed.”

  “But that was nine years ago. Why would Firebrand come up again now?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Someone’s stirring up old ghosts, Jane. If Firebrand is really connected with Panoply, how did Anthony Theobald know about it?”

  “We don’t know for sure that he did. That could be a rogue inference from the trawl.”

  “Or it could explain why Gaffney was so interested in the Ruskin-Sartorious family,” Dreyfus said. “You shut down that cell, Jane. But what if the cell had other ideas?”

  Her eyes flashed nervously. “I’m not with you.”

  “Try this on for size. The people running that cell decided their work was too important to be closed down, no matter what you thought. They told you it was all over for Firebrand. But what if they just relocated their efforts?”

  “I’d have known.”

  “You already told me this cell was damn near untraceable,” Dreyfus said. “Can you really be sure they couldn’t have kept it running without your knowledge?”

  “They’d never have done such a thing.”

  “But what if they believed they were acting in the right? You clearly thought there was a justification for Firebrand when you started it. What if the people inside thought those reasons were still valid, even after you tried to kill it?”

  “They were loyal to me,” Aumonier said.

  “I don’t doubt it. But you’d already set a bad example, Jane. You’d shown them that deception was acceptable, in the interests of the common good. What if they decided that they had to deceive you, to keep the cell operational?”

  For a long moment Aumonier said nothing, as if Dreyfus’s words had not just stunned her, but undermined her every certainty. “I told them to put a stop to it,” she said, so quietly that Dreyfus would not have caught the words had he not already attuned himself to her voice. “I ordered them to end Firebrand.”

  “It appears they thought differently.”

  “But why would all this surface now, Tom? What does any of this have to do
with Anthony Theobald, or Gaffney, or Aurora?”

  “There was something in the Ruskin-Sartorious Bubble that had to be destroyed,” Dreyfus said. “Something that even we didn’t realise was there, but which Aurora considered an impediment to her plans, something that had to be removed before she could begin the takeover.”

  “You think Firebrand relocated to the Ruskin-Sartorious Bubble nine years ago.”

  “If you’d pulled the plug on the cell, it would have been too difficult for them to remain operational inside Panoply, especially if something went wrong again. Too risky to relocate elsewhere in the system, either, since that would have involved travel they couldn’t easily explain away as routine Panoply business. So why not another habitat? Somewhere close enough to be easily reachable, but still discreet enough to contain something so secret even we didn’t know about it?”

  “What would Anthony Theobald’s involvement have been?”

  “I don’t know,” Dreyfus said, still getting things straight in his head. “Did he have any prior connection with Firebrand?”

  “Not to my knowledge.”

  “Then he was probably just told to keep his mouth shut in return for certain favours. Whatever those favours were, it looks as if he was prepared to screw his own family to safeguard them. He was the only one who bailed out, just before the Bubble was destroyed. I’m assuming your cell had ready access to funds, without going through the usual channels?”

  “Like I said, it was superblack. If they needed something—resources, equipment, expertise—they got it, no questions asked.”

  “Then I imagine they could have made someone like Anthony Theobald very comfortable indeed.”

  “He must have had advance warning that the Bubble was going to be hit,” Aumonier said.

  “Or he was good at putting two and two together. According to Gaffney’s trawl, Firebrand moved out of the Bubble at the last minute. They must have received intelligence that someone was closing in on them, trying to hunt down the Clockmaker artefacts.”