‘No, I just meant, isn’t this fun?’
‘Yes. Well, I’m glad you finally agree.
‘What do you mean, finally agree?’
‘I mean finally agree that the names are worth mentioning in polite company.
‘What are you talking about? I was quoting you ship names
years before you started noticing.’
Let me quote you one back: All The Same, I Saw It First.’
‘What?’
‘You heard.’
‘Ha! Well then; Ravished By The Sheer Implausibility Of That Last Statement.’
‘Oh, come on. You have Zero Credibility.’
‘And you’re Charming But Irrational.’
‘While you’re Demented But Determined.’
‘And You May Not Be The Coolest Person Here.’
‘You’re making these up.
‘No I’m… hold on, sorry; was that a ship name?’
‘No, but here’s one: you’re talking Lucid Nonsense.’
‘Awkward Customer.’
‘Thorough But… Unreliable.’
‘Advanced Case Of Chronic Patheticism.’
‘Another Fine Product From The Nonsense Factory.’
‘Conventional Wisdom.’
‘In One Ear.’
‘Fine Till You Came Along.’
‘I Blame The Parents.’
‘Inappropriate Response.’
‘A Momentary Lapse Of Sanity.’
‘Lapsed Pacifist.’
‘Reformed Nice Guy.’
‘Pride Comes Before A Fall.’
‘Injury Time.’
‘Now Look What You’ve Made Me Do.’
‘Kiss This Then.’
‘Look, if you two are going to fight, do it outside.’
‘Is that one?’
‘Don’t think so. Should be.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Hub.’
‘Ziller. Good evening. Are you enjoying yourself?’
‘No. How about you?’
‘Of course.’
‘Of course? Can real happiness be so … foregone as that? How depressing.’
‘Ziller, I am a Hub Mind. I have an entire – and if I may say so – quite fabulous Orbital to look after, not to mention having fifty billion people to tend to.’
‘Certainly I wasn’t going to mention them.’
‘Right now I’m observing a fading supernova in a galaxy two and a half billion years away. Closer to home, a thousand years off, I’m watching a dying planet orbiting inside the atmosphere of a red giant sun as it spirals slowly down towards the core. I can also watch the results of the planet’s destruction on the sun, a thousand years later, via hyperspace.
‘In-system, I’m tracking millions of comets and asteroids, and directing the orbits of tens of thousands of them, some to use as raw material for Plate landscaping, some just to keep them out of the way. Next year I’m going to let a big comet come right through the Orbital, between the Rim and the Hub. That should be pretty spectacular. Several hundred thousand smaller bodies are speeding towards us right now, earmarked to provide an over-the-top light show for the first night of your new orchestral work at the end of the Twin Novae period.’
‘It was that-’
‘At the same time, of course, I’m in simultaneous communi- cation with hundreds of other Minds; thousands, over the course of any given day; ship Minds of every type, some approaching, some just having left, some old friends, some sharing interests and fascinations similar to my own, plus other Orbitals and uni- versity Sages, amongst others. I have eleven Roving Personality Constructs, each one flitting over time from place to place in the greater galaxy, rooming with other Minds in the processor substrates of GSVs and smaller vessels, other Orbitals, Eccentric and Ulterior craft and with Minds of various other types; what they will be like, and how these once identical siblings might change me when they return and we consider remerging, I can only imagine and look forward to.’
‘It all sounds-’
‘While I am at the moment hosting no other Minds, I look forward to that, as well.
‘-fascinating. Now-’
‘Additionally, sub-systems like manufactury process-overseeing complexes keep up a constant and fascinating dialogue. Within the hour, for example, in a shipyard in a cavern under the Buzuhn Bulkhead Range, a new Mind will be born, to be emplaced within a GCV before the year is out.’
‘No no; keep going.’
‘Meanwhile, via one of my planetary remotes I’m watching a pair of cyclonic systems collide on Naratradjan Prime and com- posing a glyph sequence on the effects of ultra-violent atmos- pheric phenomena on otherwise habitable ecospheres. Here on Masaq’ I’m watching a series of avalanches in the Pilthunguon Mountains on Hildri, a tornado whirling across the Shaban Savannah on Akroum, a sworl-island calving in the Picha Sea, a forest fire in Molben, a seiche bore funnelling up Gradeens River, a firework display above Junzra City, a wooden house frame being hoisted into place in a village in Furl, a quartet of lovers on a hilltop in-’
‘You’ve made your-’
‘-Ocutti. Then there are drones and other autonomous senti- ents, able to communicate directly and at speed, plus the implanted humans and other biologicals also able to converse immediately. Plus of course I have millions of avatars like this one, the majority of them talking with and listening to people right now.’
‘…Have you finished?’
‘Yes. But even if all the other stuff seems a bit esoteric, just think of all those other avatars at all those other gatherings, concerts, dances, ceremonies, parties and meals; think of all that talk, all those ideas, all that sparkle and wit!’
‘Think of all that bullshit, the nonsense and non-sequiturs, the self-aggrandisement and self-deception, the boring stupid nonsense, the pathetic attempts to impress or ingratiate, the slow-wittedness, the incomprehension and the incomprehen- sible, the gland-addled meanderings and general suffocating dullness.’
‘That is the chaff, Ziller. I ignore that. I can respond politely and where necessary felicitously to the most intense bore forever without flagging and it costs me nothing. It’s like ignoring all the boring bits in space between the neat stuff like planets and stars and ships. And even that’s not completely boring anyway.
‘I cannot tell you how glad I am that you live such a full life, Hub.’
‘Thank you.
‘May we talk about me for just a little while?’
‘As long as you like.’
‘A terrible, terrible thought has just occurred to me.’
‘What would that be?’
‘The first night of Expiring Light.’
‘Ah, you have a title for your new work.’
‘Yes.’
‘I’ll let the relevant people know. As well as the meteorite showers I mentioned earlier we’ll have a conventional laser and firework show, plus there will be troupe dancing and a holo- image interpretation.’
‘Yes, yes, I’m sure my music will provide suitable aural wallpaper for all this spectacle.’
‘Ziller, I hope you know it will all be done with exquisite taste. It will all fade for the end, when the second nova ignites.’
‘That’s not what I’m worried about. I’m sure it will all go splendidly.’
‘Then, what?’
‘You’re going to invite that son-of-a-prey-bitch Quilan, aren’t you?’
‘Yes, “ah”. You are, aren’t you? I knew it. I can just feel the tumorous pus-brain circling in. I should never have said he could move to Aquime. Don’t know what I was thinking of.’
‘I think it would be very bad form not to invite emissary Quilan. The concert will probably be the single most important cultural event on the whole Orbital this year.’
‘What do you mean, “probably”?’
‘All right, definitely. There has been a vast amount of interest. Even using the Stullien Bowl the number of people who are going to have to be disappointed in the matter of live tickets is going to be immense. I’ve had to run competitions to make sure your keenest fans are there and then randomise almost all the rest of the distribution. There’s a good chance that nobody from the Board will be able to make it to the event live, unless some ingratiate gives up their seat. The transmit audience over the whole 0 could be ten billion or more. I personally have exactly three tickets at my disposal; the allocation is so tight I’ll have to use one if I want one of my own avatars to attend.’
‘So, a perfect excuse for not inviting this Quilan character.’
‘You and he are the only two Chelgrians here, Ziller; you composed it and he’s our honoured guest. How can I not invite him?’
‘Because I won’t go if he does, that’s why.’
‘You mean you won’t attend your own first night?’
‘Correct.’
‘You won’t conduct?’
‘That’s right.’
‘But you always conduct the first night’s performance!’
‘Not this time. Not if he’s going to be there.’
‘But you have to be there!’
‘No I don’t.’
‘But who’ll conduct it?’
‘Nobody. These things don’t really need conducting. Composers conduct to feed their own ego and to feel part of the performance rather than just the preparation.’
‘That’s not what you said before. You said there were nuances that could not be programmed, decisions that a conductor could make at the time on the night in response to the audience’s on-going reactions which required a single individual to collate, analyse and react to, functioning as a focal point for the distributed-’
‘I was bullshitting you.’
‘You seemed as sincere then as you do now.
‘It’s a gift. The point is, I won’t conduct if this mercenary whoreboy is there. I won’t be anywhere near the place. I’ll be at home, or somewhere else.’