Tessa was exhausted, too, though after what had happened at Cove Lodge, she was somewhat surprised that she not only could sleep but wanted to. As she’d stood in her motel room, listening to the screams of the dying and the savage shrieks of the killers, she wouldn’t have thought she’d ever sleep again.
56
Shaddack arrived at Peyser’s at five minutes till four in the morning. He drove his charcoal-gray van with heavily tinted windows, rather than his Mercedes, because a computer terminal was mounted on the console of the van, between the seats, where the manufacturer had originally intended to provide a built-in cooler. As eventful as the night had been thus far, it seemed a good idea to stay within reach of the data link that, like a spider, spun a silken web enmeshing all of Moonlight Cove. He parked on the wide shoulder of the two-lane rural blacktop, directly in front of the house.
As Shaddack walked across the yard to the front porch, distant rumbling rolled along the Pacific horizon. The hard wind that had harried the fog eastward had also brought a storm in from the west. During the past couple of hours, churning clouds had clothed the heavens, shrouding the naked stars that had burned briefly between the passing of the mist and the coming of the thunderheads. Now the night was very dark and deep. He shivered inside his cashmere topcoat, under which he still wore a sweat suit.
A couple of deputies were sitting in black-and-whites in the driveway. They watched him, pale faces beyond dusty car windows, and he liked to think they regarded him with fear and reverence, for he was in a sense their maker.
Loman Watkins was waiting for him in the front room. The place had been wrecked. Neil Penniworth sat on the only undamaged piece of furniture; he looked badly shaken and could not meet Shaddack’s gaze. Watkins was pacing. A few spatters of blood marked his uniform, but he looked unhurt; if he’d sustained injuries, they had been minor and had already healed. More likely, the blood belonged to someone else.
“What happened here?” Shaddack asked.
Ignoring the question, Watkins spoke to his officer “Go out to the car, Neil. Stay close to the other men.”
“Yes, sir,” Penniworth said. He was huddled in his chair, bent forward, looking down at his shoes.
“You’ll be okay, Neil.”
“I think so.”
“It wasn’t a question. It was a statement You’ll be okay. You have enough strength to resist. You’ve proven that already.”
Penniworth nodded, got up, and headed for the door.
Shaddack said, “What’s this all about?”
Turning toward the hallway at the other end of the room, Watkins said, “Come with me.” His voice was as cold and hard as ice, informed by fear and anger, but noticeably devoid of the grudging respect with which he had spoken to Shaddack ever since he had been converted in August.
Displeased by that change in Watkins, uneasy, Shaddack frowned and followed him back down the hall.
The cop stopped at a closed door, turned to Shaddack. “You told me that what you’ve done to us is improve our biological efficiency by injecting us with these … these biochips.”
“A misnomer, really. They’re not chips at all, but incredibly small microspheres.”
In spite of the regressives and a few other problems that had developed with the Moonhawk Project, Shaddack’s pride of achievement was undiminished. Glitches could be fixed. Bugs could be worked out of the system. He was still the genius of his age; he not only felt this to be true, but knew it as well as he knew in which direction to look for the rising sun each morning.
Genius …
The ordinary silicon microchip that made possible the computer revolution had been the size of a fingernail, and had contained one million circuits etched onto it by photo lithography. The smallest circuit on the chip had been one-hundredth as wide as a human hair. Breakthroughs in X-ray lithography, using giant particle accelerators called synchrotrons, eventually made possible the imprinting of one billion circuits on a chip, with features as small as one-thousandth the width of a human hair. Shrinking dimensions was the primary way to gain computer speed, improving both function and capabilities.