Lewis upended the wine and took four long swallows without a breath while he stared around the bottle at Oakes. The poor old Ceepee looked to be in bad shape. There were dark circles under his eyes. Tough.
For Oakes, the moment was welcome as a time to recover his wits. He did not mind serving Lewis and the sense of personal concern this conveyed would have a desired effect. Obviously, something very bad had happened at the Redoubt. Oakes waited until Lewis put down the bottle, then: "They revolted?"
"The discards from the Scream Room, the injured and the others we just can't support. Food's getting very short. I put all of them outside."
Oakes nodded. Clones thrown out of the Redoubt were, of course, condemned to death. Quick and efficient disposal by Pandora's demon.... unless they had the misfortune to encounter Nerve Runners or a Spinneret. Messy business.
Lewis took another deep swallow of the wine, then: "We didn't realize that the area had become infested with Nerve Runners."
Oakes shuddered. To him, Nerve Runners were the ultimate Pandoran horror. He could imagine the darting, threadlike creatures clinging to his flesh, savaging his nerves, invading his eyes, worming their ravenous way through to his brain. The long agony of such an attack was well known groundside and the stories had made the rounds shipside. Everything Pandoran feared the Runners except, perhaps, the kelp. They seemed immune.
When he could control his voice, Oakes asked: "What happened?"
"The clones raised the usual fuss when we put them outside. They know what it's like out there, of course. I suppose we didn't pay as close attention as we should. Suddenly, they were screaming, 'Nerve Runners!'"
"Your people buttoned down, of course."
"Everything shut up tight while we tried to spot the boil."
"So?"
Lewis stared at the bottle in his hands, took a deep breath.
Oakes waited. Nerve Runners were horrible, yes; it took three or four minutes for them to do what other demons did in a few eyeblinks. Same result, though.
Lewis sighed, took another swallow of the wine. He appeared calmer, as though Oakes' presence told him that he really was safe at last.
"They attacked the Redoubt," Lewis said.
"Nerve Runners?"
"The clones."
"Attacked? But what weapon.... ?"
"Stones, their own bodies. Some of them smashed the sewage baffle before we could stop them. Two clones got inside that way. They were infected by then."
"Nerve Runners in the Redoubt?"
Oakes stared at Lewis in horror. "What did you do?"
"There was a wild scramble. Our mop-up crew, mostly E-clones, locked themselves in the Aquaculture Lab but Runners were in the water lines by then. The lab's a shambles. No survivors there. I sealed myself in a Command room with fifteen aides. We were clean."
"How many did we lose?"
"Most of our effectives."
"Clones?"
"Almost all gone."
Oakes grimaced. "Why didn't you report, ask for help?" He tapped the pellet at his neck.
Lewis shook his head. "I tried. I got static or silence, then someone else trying to talk to me, trying to put pictures in my head."
Pictures in his head!
That was a good description of what Oakes had experienced. Their safe little secret communications channel had been penetrated! Who?
He voiced the question.
Lewis shrugged. "I'm still trying to find out."
Oakes put a hand over his own mouth. The ship? Yes, the damned ship was interfering!
He did not dare speak openly of that suspicion. The ship had eyes and ears everywhere. There were other fears, too. A Nerve Runner boil had to be met by fire. He envisioned the Redoubt a mass of cinders inside.
"You say the Redoubt's all right?"
"Clean. Sterilized, and we have a bonus." Lewis took another long swallow of wine and grinned at Oakes, savoring the suspense he read in the Ceepee's face. The Ceepee was so easy to read.
"How?" Oakes did not try to hide his impatience.
"Chlorine and heavily chlorinated water."
"Chlorine? You mean that kills Nerve Runners?"
"I saw it with my own eyes."
"That simple? It's that simple?" Oakes thought of all the years they had lived in terror of these tiniest demons. "Chlorinated water?"
"Heavily chlorinated, undrinkable. But it dissolves the Runners. As a liquid or a gas, it penetrates all the fine places to get every one. The Redoubt stinks, but it's clean."
"You're sure?"
"I'm here." Lewis tapped his chest, took another swallow of wine. Oakes was reacting strangely. It was unsettling. Lewis put down the bottle of wine and thought about the report he had read on the shuttle coming shipside. Legato to the Scream Room! Were there no limits to what the old bastard might do? Lewis hoped not. That was how to control Oakes - through his excesses.
"You are, indeed, here," Oakes agreed. "How did you ge.... I mean, how did you discove.... ?"
"Those of us in the Facilities Room had all of the controls in front of us. We started dumping whatever we could find t...."
"But chlorine; how did you get chlorine?"
"We were trying salt brine. There was an electrical short, a wide-scale electrolytic reaction in the brine and we had chlorine. I was on the sensors at the time and saw the chlorine kill some Runners."
"You're sure?"
"I saw it with my own eyes. They just shriveled up and died."
Oakes began to see the picture. Colony had never put chlorine and Nerve Runners together. Most shipside caustics had little effect groundside anyway. Potable water was produced with filters and flash heat from laser ovens. That was the cheapest way. Fire worked on Nerve Runners. Colony had always used fire. Another thought occurred to him.
"The survivor.... ho....?"
"Only those locked into a sealed area before the infection spread were saved. We flushed everything else with chlorine gas and heavily chlorinated water."
Oakes imagined the gas killing people and Runners, the caustic water burning fles.... He shook his head to drive out such thoughts.
"You're absolutely sure the Redoubt is safe?"
Lewis stared up at him. The precious Redoubt! Nothing was more important.
"I'm going back dayside."
Belatedly, Oakes realized he should show more human concern. "But my dear fellow, you're wounded!"
"Nothing serious. But one of us will have to be at the Redoubt all of the time from now on."
"Why?"
"The clean-up was pretty bloody and that's causing trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"The surviving clones, even some of our peopl.... well, you can imagine how I had to clean up the place. There were necessary losses. Some of the surviving clones and a few of the more irrational among our people hav...." He shrugged. "Have what? Explain yourself."
"We've had to handle several petitions from clones and there were even a few of our people who sympathized. I have Murdoch down there standing in for me while I came up to report."
"Clones? Petitions? How are you handling them?"
"The same way I handled the food problem."
Oakes scowled. "An.... the sympathizers?"
Again, Lewis shrugged. "When we sterilized the area around the Redoubt, the other demons returned. They're a fast and efficient way to solve our problem."
Oakes touched the scar of the pellet at his neck. "But whe.... that is, why didn't you send someone up t.... ?"
"We stayed until we were sure we were clean."
"Ye.... yes, of course. I see. Brave fellows."
"And can you imagine what would happen if word of this leaks out?"
"You're quite right." Oakes thought about what Lewis had said. As usual, Lewis made the right decisions. Astringent but efficient.
"Now, what's this I hear about Legata?" Lewis asked.
Oakes was outraged. "You have no right to question m...."
"Oh, simmer down. You're going to send her to the Scream Room. I just want to know if we prepare to replace her."
"Replac.... Legata? I think not."
"Let me know in plenty of time if you need a replacement."
Oakes was still angry. "It strikes me, Lewis, that you've been very wasteful of lives."
"You know some other way I could've handled this?"
Oakes shook his head. "I meant no offense."
"I know. But this is why I don't report such things unless you ask or unless I have no choice."
Oakes did not like the tone Lewis took there, but another thought struck him. "One of us has to stay at the Redoubt all the time? What abou.... I mean, Colony?"
"You're going to have to wind things up here and come groundside to manage Colony. It's our only answer. You can use Legata for shipside liaison, provided she's still useful after the Scream Room."
Oakes thought about this. Go groundside among all of those vicious demons? The periodic demonstration-of-power trips were bad enoug.... but live there full time?
"That's why I asked about Legata," Lewis said.
Mollified, Oakes ventured a more important question: "Ho.... ar.... conditions at Colony?"
"Safe enough as long as you stay inside or travel only in a servo or shuttle."
Oakes closed his eyes for a long blink, opened them. Once more, Lewis demonstrated impeccable reasoning. Who else could they trust as they trusted each other?
"Yes. I understand."
Oakes glanced around his cubby. No visible sensors, but this had never reassured him. The damned ship always knew what was happening shipside.
I will have to go groundside.
The reasons were compelling. Lewis would take Lab One to the Redoubt, of course. But there were too many other delicate matters in balance at Colony.
Groundside.
He had always known he would have to quit the ship one day. It did not help that circumstances had made the decision for him. The move was being forced and he felt vulnerable. This incident with the Nerve Runners did nothing to reassure him.
What a dilemma!
As he gathered more power and exercised it, shipside became increasingly untrustworthy. But Pandora remained equally dangerous and unknown.
It occurred to Oakes then that he had been hoping for a tranquilized and sterilized planet, a place made ready for him by Lewis, before going groundside.
Sterile. Yes.
Oakes stared at Lewis. Why did the man appear so smug? It was more than survival against odds. Lewis was holding something back.
"What else do you have to report?"
"The new E-clones. They were in an isolated chamber and all survived. They're clean, completely unprogrammed and beautiful. Just beautiful."
Oakes was distrustful. The statistical incidence of deviation among clones was a known factor. The body, after all, was transparent to cosmic bombardments which altered the genetic messages in human cells. Rebuilding the DNA structure was Lewis' specialty, yes, but stil.... "No kinks?"
"I used 'lectrokelp cells and went back to recombinant DNA as a foundation for the changes." He rubbed the side of his nose with a forefinger. "We've succeeded."
"You said that last time."
"It worked last time, too. We simply couldn't keep up with the food supply necessary t...."
"No freaks?"
"A clean job. All we get is accelerated growth to maturity. And that kelp isn't easy to work with. Lab people hallucinating all over the damn place and aging faster tha...."
"Are you still able to waste lab technicians on this?"
"They're not wasted!" Lewis was angry, exactly the reaction Oakes had sought.
Oakes smiled reassuringly. "I just want to know that it's working, Jesus, that's all."
"It's working."
"Good. I believe you're the only person who could make it work, but I am the only person who can give you the freedom in which to do this. What is the time frame?"
Lewis blinked at the sudden shift of the question. Cagey old bastard always kept you off balance. He took a deep breath, feeling the wine, the remembered sense of protective enclosure which Shi.... the ship always gave him.
"How long?" Oakes insisted.
"We can continue an E-clone's growth, the aging, actually, and arrive at any age you want. From conception to age fifty in fifty diurns."
"In good condition?"
"Top condition and completely receptive to our programming. They're mewling infants until they become ou.... ah, servants."
"Then we can restore the Redoubt's working force rather rapidly."
"Ye.... but that's the problem. Most of our people know this and the.... ahh, saw what I did with the clones and the sympathizers. They're beginning to see that they can be replaced."
"I understand." Oakes nodded. "That's why you have to stay at the Redoubt." He studied Lewis. The man was still worried, still holding something back. "What else, Jesus?"
Lewis spoke too quickly. The answer had been right there in front of his awareness awaiting the question.
"An energy problem. We can work it out."
"You can work it out."
Lewis lowered his gaze. It was the answer he expected. Correct answer, of course. But they had to produce more burst, their own elixir.
"I will give you one suggestion," Oakes said. "Plenty of hard work precludes time for plotting and worry. Now that you've solved the clone problem, put your people to work eliminating the kelp. I want a neat, simple solution. Enzymes, virus, whatever. Tell them to wipe out the kelp."
***
An infinite universe presents infinite examples of unreasoned acts, often capricious and threatening, godlike in their mystery. Without god-powers, conscious reasoning cannot explore and make this universe absolutely known; there must remain mysteries beyond what is explained. The only reason in this universe is that which you, in your ungodlike hubris, project onto the universe. In this, you retain kinship with your most primitive ancestors.
- Raja Thomas, Shiprecords
AS SHE stood frozen in terror of the foul-breathed stranger, Hali tried to think of a safe response. The terrible differences of this place where Ship had projected her compounded her sense of helplessness. The dust of the throng which followed the beaten man, the malignant odors, the passions in the voices, the milling movements against a single su....
"Do you know him?" The man was insistent.
Hali wanted to say she had never before seen the injured man but something told her this could not be true. There had been something disquietingly familiar about that man.
Why did he speak to me of God and knowing?
Could that have been another Shipman projected here? Why had the wounded man seemed so familiar? And why had he addressed her directly?
"You can tell me." Foul-breath was slyly persistent.
"I came a long way to see him." The old voice which Ship had provided her sounded groveling, but the words were true. She felt it in these old bones she had borrowed. Ship would not lie to her and Ship had said this.... a very great distance. Whatever this event signified, Ship had brought her expressly to see it.
"I don't place your accent," Foul-breath said. "Are you from Sidon?"
She moved after the crowd and spoke distractedly to the inquisitor who kept pace with her. "I come from Ship."
What were those people doing with the wounded man?
"Ship? I've never heard of that place. Is it part of the Roman March?"
"Ship is far away. Far away."
What were they doing up on that hill? Some of the soldiers had taken the piece of tree and stretched it on the ground. She glimpsed the activity through the crowd.
"Then how can Yaisuah say that you know God's will?" Foul-breath demanded.
This caught her attention. Yaisuah? Ship had said that name. It was the name Ship said had become Geezus and then Hesoos. Jesus. She hesitated, stared at her inquisitor.
"You call that one Yaisuah?" she asked.<
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"You know him by some other name?"
He gripped her arm hard. There was no mistaking the avaricious cunning in his voice and manner.
Ship intruded on her then. This one is a Roman spy, an informer who works for those who torture Yaisuah.
"Do you know him?" Foul-breath demanded. He gave her arm a painful shake.
"I think thi.... Yaisuah is related to Ship," she said.
"Related t.... How can someone be related to a place?"
"Isn't he related to You, Ship?" She spoke the question aloud without thinking.
Yes.
"Ship says that's true," she said.
Foul-breath dropped her arm and stepped back two paces. An angry scowl twisted his mouth.
"Crazy! You're nothing but a crazy old woman! You're just as crazy as that one!" He gestured up the hill where the armored men had taken Yaisuah. "See what happens to crazies?"
She looked where he had pointed.
The two men already hanging there were roped to the cross-pieces and she realized they were being left to die. That was going to happen to Yaisuah!
As the full realization hit her, Hali began to weep.
Ship spoke within her mind: Tears do little to improve acuity. You must observe.
She wiped her eyes on a corner of her robe, observing that Foul-breath had moved up into the crowd. She forced herself to climb up with him, pressing in among the people.
I must observe!
The armored ones were stripping the robe from Yaisuah. This exposed his wounds - cuts and bruises all over his body. He stood with a stolid watchfulness through all this, not even responding to the gasp which went up when the mob saw his wounds. There was an unguarded vulnerability to this moment, as though everyone here was participating in his own personal death.
Someone off to the left shouted: "He's a carpenter! Don't tie him on!"
Several large, crudely wrought nails were pressed up through that part of the crowd and thrust into the hands of an armored young man.
Others took up the cry: "Nail him on! Nail him on!"
Two of the armored men supported Yaisuah on either side now. His head swayed slightly from side to side, then bowed. Things were being thrown at him from the far side of the crowd but he made no attempt to dodge. Hali saw stones strike hi.... an occasional glob of spittle.
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