Mary smiled at him. “We had some ideas. We just wanted to know for sure. What about the other two questions? Are you going to answer those?”
“I don’t know,” said Constantine.
—You’re not. Grey’s tone was low and final.
Constantine shivered. It hadn’t occurred to him, until that point, that he might not have a choice in his actions. Grey had already demonstrated that he could take over control of his body.
“I’m not sure I will be able to,” he added, too softly for Mary to hear.
Mary had already risen to her feet. “We thought you might not be cooperative. Come on. We’re going to try and change your mind.”
She led him out of the bar. They walked side by side across the large flagstones of the fourth level. The moon was banded by thickening streamers of cloud, giving the impression of being behind a set of Venetian blinds.
“See the moon?” asked Mary.
Before Constantine could answer her, the bands of cloud widened, blocking out the moon completely. They quickly narrowed again, but now the moon had gone. In its place was a hole to somewhere else. Through it, a great eye looked down at Constantine. A blue eye; it blinked twice. Long curling eyelashes swept up and down, down and up.
“Everything you do is being watched. This world has been constructed entirely for you. It can look like this…” She waved a hand around, indicating the Source, the bar they had just left and the nearby concert hall. She took hold of Constantine’s arm and swiftly guided him to a grey door set in the wall of the concert hall, one of the many exits used to empty the building quickly once the entertainment had finished.
She stood Constantine before the door and looked the other way.
“Or it can look like this,” she continued.
The door swung open. Constantine looked through it into Hell. He saw flames. A demon was staring out at Constantine. It held a book tightly gripped in its twelve hooked hands. Constantine saw his name clearly inscribed on the front. The demon was standing by a strange machine made out of stainless steel, all blades and needles and with someone strapped inside it…. The door suddenly swung closed.
Mary turned to face him, her face pale. “It’s an idle threat, Constantine. It costs too much running the simulation that keeps us all in here. The processing power could be put to better, more profitable uses. You, me, Marion and…the other one. We’re all personalities trapped in this bottle. They’ll just turn us off if we don’t deliver.”
Mary shivered and looked up to the great eye, staring down from the hole where the moon had been. A look of defiance crossed her face.
“I don’t care, Constantine. I’m telling you the truth now. You don’t know what it’s like. You’re more honest than we are. You didn’t volunteer to come in here. The real me, the one out there in the real world, has sentenced a copy of herself to oblivion for the sake of a bonus of a few hundred credits. What does that tell you about human beings, Constantine? Would you do that to yourself? I bet you would.”
She began to shake; she looked as if she was about to start crying.
“I don’t know what to say, Constantine. I don’t know what to tell you. This is the deal: you tell us what we want to know and we keep the simulation going. That way, you have a life; we have a life. You don’t tell us, and I don’t know what will happen. Maybe it will be what you saw through that door. Personally, I think they’ll just turn us off. Why throw good money after bad?”
“How can I trust you?” asked Constantine.
“You can’t. But what other choice do you have?”
“I don’t know. I need to think.”
Mary nodded. “I bet you do. Well, here’s something else to think about. Why are you protecting DIANA? Do you know they’ve already launched three attacks on this computer, the one in which we now reside? The third one almost succeeded. They got a worm into the system that would have wiped the entire simulation if we hadn’t found it in time. For DIANA, the best way to keep secret what you know is to destroy you.”
Constantine opened his mouth to argue, but he couldn’t find the words. What Mary said made sense. He didn’t want it to be so, but it made sense. What would
he
do if he was outside and not trapped in here?
And that was the point. He
was
outside. The real Constantine
was
out there somewhere. And Constantine, now shuddering violently in the warm night air, knew exactly what he would be thinking:
At all costs the project must be protected.
Somehow I must wipe out the copy of my personality.
Herb 5: 2210
The ship reinserted itself
into normal space. Herb braced himself for the attack…
Nothing happened.
Gradually he relaxed. Herb felt like an old-fashioned wind-up toy. The tension would slowly build up inside him, hunching his shoulders, bunching his fists, restricting his breathing, until he noticed it was happening. Then it took a conscious effort to relax; release his pent-up breath in one huge sigh; force himself to breathe more slowly. And that would appear to work for a while, but all the time the tension was rebuilding, his body slowly winding itself up again.
It was happening already as Herb scanned the viewing areas.
Where were they? Where was the attack? Nothing. Only empty sky.
Robert coughed. He was about to perform one of his little distractions; Herb just knew it.
“The thing about warp drive, superluminal drive, faster-than-light drive,” said Robert, “is that once you make the jump, you can’t be tracked.”
Herb was not impressed. He had been expecting better than this.
“Well, yes. Everyone knows you can’t track someone making a warp jump,” he said.
Robert grinned. “And they’re right. But what many people don’t realize—and it’s partly because they don’t take the trouble to think about the problem, and partly because the AIs keep quiet about it—is that you can still usually make a pretty good guess at a ship’s position.”
“How?” Herb’s stomach was tightening with uncertainty.
Where were they? Robert scanned the viewing field in the floor again and frowned. “The Enemy Domain saw us insert ourselves into warp at a certain point. There is a certain range of speeds at which we can travel using a warp drive, so that gives the Enemy a minimum and maximum distance that we can have traveled. Think of two concentric bubbles expanding outward from our starting point. As the outer bubble sweeps through a system, they will go on alert. After the inner bubble has trailed through later on, they stand down.
“Once we jump, we’re like the particle in an electron cloud. The Enemy can map a probability of us being at any point within it. Once we materialize, the wave function collapses and a new set of equations comes into play. AIs have been solving these equations for decades. They’re good at them. They need to be; they’re using them to probe—” Robert paused. “Well, that’s another story.”
Herb nodded blankly. He wondered how long this horrible, twisting tension could be held in by the walls of his stomach. He felt as if it would rupture in an acidic explosion at any moment.
Robert reached into his left-hand jacket pocket and pulled out another VNM. This one was smaller than that machine of Herb’s which had been dropped onto the last planet. The new machine was an odd shape; it twisted around on itself like a Möbius strip. Robert placed it on the white handkerchief that was still spread out neatly on the sofa next to him.
“So now we play a game of cat and mouse,” he grinned at Herb, “if you’ll forgive the cliché. Quantum entanglement provides for instantaneous communication, so the entire Enemy Domain will know of our position the moment we are spotted. Therefore, we must try and outguess them. We must try not to be seen.”
Herb nodded. They seemed to be doing a pretty good job so far; there was still no sign of Enemy activity. He looked around the room, gazing at the viewing fields that covered the ceiling, the walls and the floor, knowing as he did so how unrealistic it was to expect to see anything out there but stars. Nonetheless, he kept looking. The fear that he would see a fleet of ships swooping toward them could not be shaken. Robert remained unfazed. He continued his lecture.
“As long as we remain within the Enemy Domain, more and more of its ships can jump to place themselves within reach of the expanding spheres of our separate jumps. As the wave front passes them by, those ships will jump to follow it. When we jump again, they will repeat the maneuver. I’m afraid, Herb, we can’t keep this up indefinitely. If we wish to stay in here, then sooner or later the Enemy will catch us.”
He smiled again. “I’m planning on later.”
Herb glanced around the screens. He had been expecting explosions, attack ships, anything but this calm nothingness. Where had the Enemy got to? His voice sounded a little high-pitched as he spoke. “There’s nothing happening. Where are we?”
Robert laughed.
“About three hundred AUs from where we started, just floating in empty space. We’ve hardly moved at all. Despite all I’ve just said, they’ll never think of looking for us this close to our jump point.”
Herb got to his feet.
“I need to do something. I’m going to make a cup of fresh coffee. Do you want some?”
“No, thank you,” said Robert. “It would be wasted on me. Robots don’t care for coffee.” He folded his hands on his lap and continued his methodical scanning of the viewing fields. Herb opened a cupboard in the tiny kitchen and pulled out the coffee tin. He pulled off the lid to the rich smell of chilled air and roasted beans.
“Damn. Only half full. I forgot. The rest will be on the other ship. The replicating engine is set not to reproduce luxury goods.”
Robert said nothing.
Herb pulled a glass cup from another cupboard. “I’ve figured out why you dropped my VNM on that planet we just stopped at,” he said. “You want it to convert the nickel iron sea into copies of itself.”
“Come on, Herb, you can do better than that. What about the VNMs already there? They’ll be trying to convert your VNMs back again.”
“I know. I suppose you’ve got my VNM transmitting the friend code.”
Robert nodded. “I could have done, but I didn’t bother. Remember Lesson One of VNM warfare, Herb: as long as your machines are converting the opposition at a faster rate than they are converting back, you’re going to overwhelm the Enemy in the end. It’s not about initial numbers, it’s about the conversion vector. You want it pointing in your direction.”
Herb spooned coffee into the pot and poured nearly boiling water over the grounds. He nodded thoughtfully.
“I see. But what’s the point? Once the Enemy AI figures out what you’re doing, it will just release a machine a bit faster at reproducing than mine was. They’ll get converted back and we’ll have achieved nothing.”
Robert’s faint smile widened to a big white grin. “We’ll just have to keep the Enemy AIs concentrating on something else then, won’t we?”
He looked back up at the viewing fields. “You’d better hurry up with your coffee. We jump just as soon as this ship hits point one lights.” He checked his watch. “That’s in about fifteen seconds,” he added.
Herb hurriedly pressed the button on the coffee pot and the water shivered in a complex pattern, sending the grounds spiraling to the bottom to be held there. He carried the pot and his glass cup back to the sofa facing Robert’s and sat down, placing the pot on the parquet floor just by his feet. Holding the cup tightly in his hands, he gazed up at the ceiling viewing field. Robert had set a large crimson circle expanding across a 2-D slice of starscape. A gold marker, just off center, indicated their ship’s position. A second gold marker lit up, halfway between the ship and the trailing edge of the bubble.
“The second marker is where we’re jumping to. They should assume we’re somewhere in the crimson circle at the moment.”
“Cunning.”
“I know. But we won’t be able to pull this trick too often, mind. Okay, hold onto your coffee, we’re going to jump…”
Herb bit his bottom lip…
Their reinsertion was accompanied by a series of flashes so powerful they tripped out the vision on the viewing fields. Twice the rear fields dimmed, then the left-hand fields, then the portals in the floor at Herb’s feet. Robert thoughtfully plotted the explosions on a section of the viewing field just above Herb’s head. Ripples formed in the dark surface of Herb’s coffee. As he watched, the tiny waves began to interfere with each other and form a fizzing pattern of brown bubbling liquid. Herb stared at the cup with morbid fascination. The ship must be undergoing incredible accelerations for this effect to be noticeable
inside
the cabin. He dreaded to think what was happening to the fluids inside his own body. The butterflies in his stomach would have steel wingtips at the moment.
“Got it,” said Robert, animation returning to his face. “Wiped the security net. That took longer than I expected. It’s a good thing we were through here earlier on. There are cut-down copies of my intelligence nested in the processors of a lot of the machinery in this system. Not strong enough to effect a change on their own, but they were helpful in the fight…”
“We were through here earlier on?” said Herb.
“Of course, when we scouted the territory. All those saboteurs we planted….”
Herb felt shaken. He remembered Robert’s earlier demonstration, his simulation of their bodies splitting in two and splitting in two as they sailed through the galaxy.
“How many of us are there?” he asked in a tiny voice.
Robert shrugged. “I’ve no idea anymore. You haven’t grasped it yet, have you Herb? This war is about reproduction. Anything that
can
make a copy of itself
does
so, or else it gets swamped.”
Herb sipped coffee without tasting it. He needed something to do to distract himself.
“Herb, if you think the battle we’re currently engaged in looks frantic, you should see what it looks like from Machine Level.”
Robert quickly scanned the viewing fields, his dark face half hidden in the pastel glow of the displays.
“Still, everything looks okay at the moment. We’ve achieved a balance of sorts, so I think we’re ready to hit the planet’s surface.” He assumed a serious expression. “I’ll warn you now, we’re going to jump down there using the warp drive.”