bloody nearly succeeded, though. If I’d been a Turing personality-responses program it would’ve been all over.’ Greg was fast getting out of his depth. He remembered questioning a legion cleric his squad had captured in Turkey, a fanatical fundamentalist, so devout he didn’t even acknowledge the infidel’s existence: his associative-word trick had been useless. The sense of displacement was familiar. He tried to sort out some sort of priority list in his mind. ‘Have you safeguarded yourself from that attack method being employed again?’ ‘Yes. It’s a question of code encryption, i’ve altered my acceptance filters so that only half of my input circuits will accept priority squirts. Of course, there’s nothing to stop them from thinking up new methods.’ ‘So the problem is now centred around tracking down the source of the attack, right?’ ‘And eliminating it,’ said Walshaw. Greg opened his eyes. ‘Your department.’ Waishaw gave him a brief nod. ‘So where did the data squirt originate from?’ Greg asked. Walshaw ran his hand through what was left of his hair. ‘We’ve no leads on that, I’m afraid. There were at least eight separate hotrods who hacked into the Event Horizon datanet, probably more, but with the shutdown we lost a lot of data. The blitz was well organized. All eight violators used multiple cut-outs to prevent us from tracing them.’ ‘I’m surprised they got in so easily.’ ‘Entry is no problem,’ said Philip Evans. ‘it’s when you try to get our main account to transfer a million Eurofrancs to your Zurich bank or peek into research-team memory files that you run into trouble. Nobody has ever had a requirement to fend off this type of infiltration before. Its own crudity was what made it so successful.’ ~Crude?’ ‘Well, relatively.’ ‘I’m trying to eliminate possibilities,’ Greg said. ‘It wasn’t a blanket attack, was it? What I mean is, it was purposefully directed at you. They knew you were here?’ 136 PETER F. HAMILTON ‘Yes. I would say it’s got to be one of those bastard kombinues. They’ve discovered Ranasfari cracked the giga-conductor, and they’re badly worried. Anyone with a gram of sense can see the upheaval it’s going to cause. Trouble is, they can’t destroy it, there’s no turning the clock back. Instead they’ve settled for the next best thing, which is yours truly. Without me Event Horizon won’t be nearly as successful in marketing the stuff. They’d only have Julia and the non-existent trustees to deal with.’ ‘So that rules out joyburners,’ Greg said. ‘They don’t work in packs, anyway. How well guarded is the knowledge of your continued existence?’ ‘Only twelve people in the world knew,’ said Morgan Waishaw. ‘Thirteen counting yourself. That’s myself~, Julia, Ranasfari, and the team which grew the NN core.’ ‘Just nine of them?’ Greg asked incredulously. ‘There’s nothing complicated about the process,’ said Philip. ‘We’ve had neuro-coupling for eight years now, and the RNA splice is a standard procedure. It’s only the cost of this much bioware which prevents it from becoming widespread.’ ‘OK, next question. Would the hotrod team which launched the blitz have to be told you were here, or could they find out by analysing the data flow through Event Horizon’s network?’ ‘They’d know the NN core was an important part of the network from observing the data flow, but that’s all. Unless they were specifically told what the NN core was, the best they could guess is that it was an ordinary bioware number-cruncher loaded with a Turing personality-responses program.’ ‘In other words, they know about you.’ ‘Looks that way, boy.’ ‘With only twelve people knowing about the core, I can pin down that mole for you, no messing,’ Greg said. ‘So where is the other leak liable to have come from?’ ‘Ministry of Defence, I hope,’ said Waishaw. ‘Most likely,’ Philip Evans admitted. ‘Morgan here kept a tight security cordon around the giga-conductor project, but MINDSTAR RISING 137 ~ve had to co-operate with the MOD. It was on a confidential ~asis, of course, but leaks are inevitable on a project this big. ~ou just have to balance the risk against the payoff.’ ‘Two separate leaks,’ Morgan said. ‘It’s an appalling lapse. Dne I could accept, but compromising the NN core and the ~iga-conductor as well, that hurts.’ Greg paused, worried about what Waishaw had said, his ntuition producing that annoying tingle again. Two separate, ;imultaneous, high-level leaks was stretching coincidence a long way. ‘Did you ever find out how Kendric’s tekmerc team ~cquired their data on Zanthus’s security monitor parameters Ln the first place? They must have had copies to work out that iestreaming manoeuvre.’ Waishaw frowned, glancing at the black column. ‘We are still tracking down the actual tekmercs. They’ve taken a lot of trouble to cover their tracks.’ ‘So nobody I found passed the data over?’ ‘No.’ ‘Could it have been a hotrod burn which pulled the data?’ Julia cleared her throat, giving Walshaw an enquiring look. The security chief nodded reluctantly. ‘To get at the monitor programs you would have to either burn straight into the security division’s data core or copy the programs direct from Zanthus’s ‘ware,’ she said. ‘Zanthus would probably be the easiest option, but you would need to be up there to do it.’ ‘If it was a hotrod burn,’ Greg mused. ‘Bloody hell, boy; you’re not telling me we’ve still got a Judas in the company?’ ‘There is no such thing as coincidence,’ Greg said soberly. ‘Two leaks on the two greatest ultra-hush projects Event Horizon is running, plus a loose end over the security monitor Programs. Make up your own mind.’ ‘I said that it had to be someone familiar with our security data procedures,’ Julia said. ‘So you did, Juliet, so you did.’ Walshaw shook his head in dismay, lips drawn taut. ‘This means we’re going to have to open the field of enquiry to 138 PETER F HAMILTON include the whole security division headquarters staff, two hundred and eighty personnel.’ He cocked an eyebrow at Greg. ‘Exactly how many interviews can you handle?’ ‘Tell you, not that many, not in the timescale we’d need. Remember, if this mole exists, he’ll know we’re gunning for him now, he’ll be watching for us. At the first sign of any security operation geared to pinpointing him he’ll vanish – if he hasn’t already. My advice is work from the other end, that way we can keep the operation at a manageable level; track down the blitz hotrods and the people who paid them, and then we’ll find out if there is a mole in your senior staff.’ ‘You just said there was!’ Philip sounded irritated. ‘Covering my options.’ ‘Bloody hell.’ ‘If it is just one person, then it’s going to be a very senior staff member,’ Walshaw said. ‘The security around the NN core was rock solid, damn it.’ ‘A staff member or an executive assistant,’ Greg said. ‘Someone who had access to financial records, and saw how much money was being spent on an ultra-hush bioware project.’ Waishaw took a stiff breath. ‘Possible,’ he said. Greg’s espersense registered exactly how much the admission cost him. ‘OK, back to the hotrods,’ he said. ‘Is the Ministry of Defence the only outside institution you’ve informed about the giga-conductor?’ ‘Yah,’ said Julia. ‘Bringing them in was an integral part of Grandpa’s campaign.’ ‘Oldest dodge in the book,’ Philip said. ‘Offer the military a worthwhile new technology, and they fund its development from shaky prototype right the way through to fully functional operational status; then you tack civil applications on the back at minimum cost. The production-facility pump has already been primed by good old taxpayers’ cash.’ ‘They leapt at it,’ Julia confirmed. ‘The country’s entire defence forces have to be rebuilt after the PSP virtually dismantled them And we can provide rheni with a new generation of high-energy global-range weapons. Concepts even the Germans and Americans haven’t got yet.’ MINDSTAR RISING ‘The whole world is going to be hammering on our door,’ Philip Evans said gleefully. ‘The fees from licence production will rake in a couple of billion Eurofrancs each year alone, minimum; then there’s our own profits. Think of how Event Horizon will grow with that kind of annual investment in its infrastructure.’ ‘The Ministry of Defence will conduct their own inquiry, of course,’ said Morgan Waishaw. ‘See if any of their personnel were the source of the leak. And if they were, who the data was channelled to. We’ve told them that the blitz was aimed at the lightware crunchers we use in the giga-conductor project. There’s no need for them to know about the NN core.’ ‘Bloody right, boy. Something like this would bring the fruitcakes pouring out of the woodwork. Everyone and his grandmother would want to be loaded into an NN core.’ ‘Somebody outside Event Horizon already knows, though, Grandpa.’ ‘Don’t remind me, girl. At least they’ve not made it public, for whatever reason. Probably afraid of losing whatever advantage they’ve got over the other kombinares. That’ll be something for you to watch for, Juliet, if they do get me. Whichever bastard is the first to put the pressure on you for a low licensing-fee, they’re the ones.’ ‘Don’t talk like that,’ she said, quietly insistent. ‘Nobody’s going to get you.’ ‘Are your security programmers trying to backtrack the hotrods behind the blitz?’ Greg asked Walshaw. ‘Yes, although I don’t hold out much hope of success. The hacker community is a hard one to crack, our best chance is if a rumour escapes. Someone bragging, stoned or drunk.’ ‘I’ll see what I can do, I have a contact in that area.’ ‘Who?’ asked Philip. ‘Tell you, you pay me for results, and that’s what you’ll get. But your money doesn’t entitle you to know my sources. Without confidentiality I’d never be able to hang on to them.’ ‘Oh, pardon me.’ Philip shovelled on the sarcasm, thick and dripping. ‘Sounds like a reporter,’ Julia muttered tartly. ‘I’m reassembling the team which built the NN core for 140 PETER P. HAMILTON you to interview,’ Waishaw told Greg. ‘We disbanded them after Mr Evans was successfully translocated. Shouldn’t take more than a day or two. They’re all still employed by us. ‘Right then, in the mean time I’ll get started on Ranasfari research team,’ Greg said briskly. ‘Oh, by the way, Julia?’ She looked up, half smiling, expectant. ‘Who’ve you told that your Grandpa’s still intact?’ ‘No one!’ It emerged as an indignant squawk. Her mind flamed like a solar flare from high-energy outrage. No auilt. no subterfuge. ‘How dare you!’ ‘Sorry, just checking that…’ ‘He’s my grandpa!’ ‘Juliet, shush. Greg’s doing exactly what I asked him here for.’ She shut up, but spiked Greg with an evil glare. He swivelled round to look enquiringly at Waishaw. ‘I have never told anybody that Philip Evans’s memories are intact, nor that Event Horizon has perfected a giga-conductor,’ the security chief said formally. True. ‘Aren’t you going to ask me, boy?’ Julia was suddenly very alert, giving Greg an intent stare, her mind coloured by a strange mix of curiosity and trepidation. The hairs along the back of Greg’s neck pricked up. He concentrated. Right at the edge of perception was a faint nebulous glow. Details were non-existent. Half-life? Half-death? Not a mind as he knew minds. And yet, and yet. ‘No,’ he said eventually. ‘Au well, worth a try.’ The disembodied voice was utterly devoid of emotional content. The study window showed green grass and blue sky. Reality. Greg focused on that. A flock of dark birds flew by. Infinitely reassuring in their normality. ‘We’ve got four lines of investigation,’ he summarized. ‘The hotrod pack which launched the blitz, the team which built the NN core, Ranasfan’s giga-conductor research team, and a possible executivelevel mole; that’s a lot of ground for me to cover. I’m going MINDSTAR RISING