HATE TO HAVE TO TRY. WHAT DID YOU WANT PULLED? ~ ‘The Zanthus microgee-furnace production-monitor programs.’ WOW’ WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD. ANY MEMORY CORE CAN BE BURNT OPEN, BUT SOME ARE MORE DIFFICULT THAN OTHERS. EVENT HORiZON iS MOST EQUAL OF ALL. ‘Do you know anyone else who could do it?’ THERE ARE ABOUT FOUR OR FIVE OF US WHO COULD WRiTE MELT PROGRAMS GOOD ENOUGH. BUT IF YOU WENT TO THE CIRCUIT WITH THAT REQUEST iT WOULD COST YOU TWENTY THOUSAND NEW STERLING, MINIMUM. Greg grunted, the answer was about what he expected. Kendric could afford that, no messing, but would he have bothered to asset-strip Event Horizon if he hadn’t known about the giga-conductor? There were still too many unknowns. ‘Does anyone on the circuit know how the blitz ties in with the Merlin failure?’ WHAT MERLiN FAiLURE? ‘That answers that,’ he muttered in an undertone. He gave Royan a quick outline of the spaceprobe’s breakdown. ‘Intuition tells me they’re connected. But I can’t see how. I’m just not convinced about the validity of the blitz. What could it hope to achieve?’ DUNNO. THE AMOUNT OF EFFORT EXPANDED MOUNTING! THE BLITZ IS COMPLETELY OUT OF PROPORTION TO THE DAMAGE IT WOULD CAUSE. EVENT HORiZON LOST A LOT OF DATA IN THE RESULTANT DATANET SHUTDOWN, BUT NOTHING CRITICAL. THAT IMPLIES VENGEANCE. The green letters with their subliminal flicker jolted him. He shook his head at his own slowness. The blitz had exactly the kind of protective layers as the memox-crystal spoiler, each one a cover for the one underneath, and progressively more complex, more subtle, Kendric di Girolamo’s method of operation. A bright sensation of satisfaction rose up; identical patterns, and intuition now both focused on Julia’s nemesis. That MINDSTAR RISING 205 coincidence was far too much to ignore. Except. . . Kendric was smart, he wouldn’t use the same pattern twice. Unless that was what he wanted people to think. Greg sipped the last of his coffee reflectively; there were limits to paranoia. Go with your intuition, he told himself, at least you know you trust that. SO WHAT DO YOU RECKON, HOLMES? ‘Insufficient data. You want to do me a huge favour?’ FIND OUT WHO WAS IN ON THE BLiTZ? ‘Got it in one.’ GRIN. SILENCE IS GOLDEN AT THE MOMENT, SO IT’LL MEAN HACKING HOTRODS, ACCESSING THEIR MEMORY CORES TO SEE IF THERE’S ANY REFERENCE TO THE BURN. AND IT’LL HAVE TO BE THE SOLO HOTRODS, THAT COTERIE WEREN’T VIRGINS. OOPS, PARDON MY FRENCH, ELEANOR. She looked straight at the camera, brushing loose strands of titian hair from her face, and gave him a warm smile. ‘If that’s too big a deal for you, I can bring some help in from Event Horizon’s security division,’ Greg said solemnly. HOW SOON DO YOU WANT THE ANSWER, SMARTARSE? Greg saluted the camera with his empty coffee mug. ‘Soon as possible, if not before.’ Royan’s mouth parted a slit, revealing bucked teeth yellowed by the pulped vegetable mush Qoi fed him. His version of a smile. THE HUNT IS ON. A whole load of apprehension lifted from Greg, Nobody hunted better than Royan, nor had more practice. And he took it seriously, deadly serious. Royan had monitor programs stashed in every major public data core in the country, sleepers watching for key words and names, Out of the four hundred and seventy People’s Constables on duty the night of the riot there were less than two hundred left alive. The boy had been hunting them out ever since he plugged his axon splice into a gear terminal; seeking out their home addresses, tracking them through promotions, transfers, redundancies. Greg and the rest of the Trinities were told where to find them, what they PETER F. HAMILTON 206 looked like now, at what point in their daily routine they were most vulnerable. Greg had personally taken out sixteen for him. ‘Thanks,’ Greg said. SNEAKYPRESENTFOR YOU, GREG. YOU MIGHTHAVE A USE FOR IT GIVE ME YOUR CARD. One of the waldos stretched out across the work top, claw. opening, He fumbled in his Levis pocket and fished out the Event Horizon card. The tarnished silver metal closed about it, and the arm retracted, rotating on its vertical axis, then slid out again, pushing the card into a slot on one of the gear consoles banked up behind the flat-top bench. HEY, GREG, DO YOU KNOWHOWMUCH CREDIT THIS BUGGER CAN TRANSFER, QUESTION MARK, TRIPLE EXCLAMATION MARK. ‘Yeah, so go careful.’ TRUST TRUST TRUST WHERE’S IT ALL GONE? PUT YOUR RIGHT HAND ON THE BLUE SQUARE. He leant across the bench as a square lit up on a gear module, and did as he’d been told, pressing with his fingertips. Nothing visible happened. i’VE BEEN WRiTING THIS FOR THE TRINITIES. THOUGHT THEY MIGHT BE ABLE TO USE IT TO GAIN UNLA WFUL ENTRY. The card popped out of the slot like a slice of toast. Greg snagged it neatly. THUMBPRINT WILL ACT1VATE CREDIT AND ID CON-FIRMA TIONAS USUAL, LITTLE-FINGER PRINT WILL ACT!VA TE DATA-CRASH CANCER. ITS SQUIRT SHOULD BOLLOCKS UP GEAR LOCKS, AND TAKE OUT ENTIRE MEMORY CORES. Greg looked at the card. Out of the two of them it was rapidly ~ecoming the more useful. YOU’LL BOTH COME BACK TO VISiT ME, WON’T YOU? The screens blanked out, then, PLEASE, appeared in bright scarlet letters, fuzzy round the edges. ‘Yes,’ Eleanor said quickly, and looked at Greg for confirmation. MINDSTAR RISING 207 ‘Yes,’ he echoed. I’D LIKE THAT, said the letters, reverting to green. One of the waldos slid out in front of Eleanor and opened its claw with the panache of a conjuror producing the coin that’d just been swallowed. There was a Trinities card resting in the mechanical palm. FOR YOU, MY NEW PRETTY LADY FRIEND. THE TROOPS OUTSIDE WON’T GIVE YOU ANY HASSLE IF YOU SHOW THEM THIS. SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO WAIT FOR HIM TO BRING YOU. ‘You do know him well, don’t you?’ Eleanor said coyly, her eyes danced with amusement. The camera whined as the lens twisted round, zooming in for a close up on Eleanor’s face. She held her poise without flinching. WE CAN HAVE A GOSSIP. IT’S BEEN YEARS SINCE I HAD A REALLY GOOD GOSSIP ABOUT SOMEONE BEHiND THEiR BACK. IT’LL BE FUN. THE STORiES 1 CAN TELL YOU ABOUT HIM. ‘You’ve got a date.’ ‘Hey,’ Greg protested. YEAH. SNEER. YOU GOT A COMPLAINT? He held his hands up. ‘I’ll be back, too.’ GOOD. MISS YOU, GREG. BAD. Promise,’ he mouthed to the camera. Qoi materialized silently at their side and showed them out. CHAPTER TWENTY-Or~ J ulia took the broad stairs of Wilholm Manor t~ time, her burst of speed nearly skidding her fee’ under her when she reached the hail’s polished tiles. She pushed up the heavy iron latch on the front Rachel came out of the old butler’s pantry, looking miftei should have been Steven on duty, but he’d called in sick disapproving expression fell from her face to be replaced her usual natural diligence. Julia enjoyed the momentary lapse. So Rachel after all. Wonder who was in there with her? She pushed the big oak door open and went outsiae. raining lightly, drops falling vertically from a high nebulous cloud sheet. The air seemed solid with I She stood under the portico, heart pumping strongl~ You in a huriy, girl? Julia clamped down on her racing thoughts as mc voice whispered into her brain, resenting the way her father was interpreting her actions. He’d loaded a p package, coded OtherEyes, into one of her processor digesting her body’s senses in real-time, feeding the f sensations back to his NN core. I’d go crazy otherwise, he’d pleaded. Camera images are no substitute, flat and insipid; I’m human, damn it, I need human touch and smell, heat and cold. Not all the time, just the occasional reminder. Keep in touch with the real world. So she’d acquiesced; and still wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea. She’d carefully reviewed the processor node’s basic management program, making sure its neural-interface floW was strictly one way. Acceptance only. None of her thoughts could seep in for him to examine. Not bloody likely. 13ut despite the precautions, it meant having Grandpa chuntering away inside her mind the whole time OtherEyes was loaded. as! MINDITAR RISINO 209 were advantages – his insights could be illuminating -~e did moan so. From her position she could see a pair of forlorn-looking ~ws that’d been abandoned down at the far end of ugrden, piled high with weeds. She didn’t blame the garfor taking a break from the heat and damp. She was already. perspiring under her white cotton summer dress. Her skin itched. Too bloody hot it is, Juliet. Show me your April, she asked, on some fey impulse. For an instant the trees lost their leaves, their branches becoming thick black crockery cracks superimposed on a band of sombre grey landscape. There were no flowers in the garden, though the shrubs were covered in a crop of glossy scarlet berries. Steam shifted to clammy mist, cold water droplets clinging to branches and grass. Icy air cut through her thin dress. Small bedraggled birds pecked for worms in the slushy gravel. A remote style of beauty, lonely. The strange apparition withered. She was rubbing her bare arms against the lingering impression of chill. Now those were the days, her grandfather said happily. I Suppose. But she wouldn’t want it to happen very often, say every five years. The Duo rolled out of the warm drizzle, and pulled up Close to the portico. There was someone sitting in the passenger seat. Julia smiled a welcome. Isn’t he a bit old, Juliet? Her smj~e locked. Greg is a nice man, Grandpa. He doesn’t patronize me Ike everyone else. You’ve no idea what a relief that is. She was going to have to go back over the processor node’s ‘~~uts~ he was learning far too much of her private self, that aspect of personality which should remain secret. Her own “~~uY language was playing traitor. of ‘.Jreg got out of the Duo, scurrying quickly round the rear the car for the shelter of the portico. He shook out the co ar of his leather jacket, nodded at Rachel. He wasn’t 210 PITIR F. HAMILTON bothering with suits any more, Julia noted. Levis and T-shirts were more agreeable on him, anyway; he’d never looked quite right in a suit, caged. It was great to think he felt familiar enough around her to relax, let her see his real self. Most people were so guarded with her. ‘Hello, Greg. Was it something important?’ Or did you come just to see me? Unlikely, but Lovesick. Your knees have gone all watery, Juliet. Mental laughter. Grandpa, if you don’t stop that right now I’ll cancel the link. First and final warning, OK? No bloody sense of humour, that’s your trouble, m ‘girl. Greg was looking at her strangely, head slightly cocked as though he was concentrating on a faint voice. ‘Could be,’ he said pleasantly. ‘Brought someone to see you and your grandfather.’ The woman getting out of the Duo’s passenger seat, with some difficulty, was about fifty, Julia thought as she sized her up. Dressed in a pleated maroon skirt and a flower-print blouse under a woollen jacket, a double string of pearls around her neck. Her fading fair hair had been given a light perm. Julia didn’t quite know what to make of her. She certainly couldn’t be Greg’s girlfriend. Surely? Perhaps his aunt. Now there’s a candidate for a healthy diet if ever I saw one. It took a great deal of willpower not to clench her fists. And what must Greg be seeing in her mind? 4′ Shut! Up! Julia shouted into the node. ‘This is Gabriel Thompson,’ Greg was saying. ‘My Mindstar colleague.’ Julia forgot all about the exasperating intrusion in her mind, suddenly excited and fearful in a way she couldn’t explain. She opened her mouth. ‘Yes, I can,’ said Gabriel. Julia gaped, elated, then suspicious. Recovering her composure. ‘You must know that is the first thing everyone is going to ask you by now,’ she countered. ‘True.’ And there was a burst of humour in the woman’s MINDSTAR RISING 211 deep-set leathery eyes. Gone almost before it registered. She looks so sad, Julia thought. Haunted. If her ability is real, then she will be able to see her own death approaching. How would you feel about that, Juliet? ‘There must be an easy way of proving you can see the future,’ Julia persisted as the three of them walked up the stairs toward the study. Rachel had gone back to the butler’s pantry, satisfied Greg and Gabriel posed no threat. ‘I can give you a short-term localized prediction, but you must remember that you possess the ability to alter that future. Nothing is a certainty. For instance, I could tell you what I see you eating for dinner tonight; but it would be singularly pointless as you could order the cook to prepare something else just to prove the prediction wrong.’ ‘So make it something I won’t alter.’ She glanced at Greg to see if he approved of her badgering. He must’ve understood how intrigued people would be. Eighth time you’ve looked at him. Wipe OtherEyes. The abrupt silence was like an empty hole, torn out. She felt a fragment of guilt, this was Grandpa she was punishing. But he shouldn’t abuse the privilege, he had to learn that. Gabriel’s eyes had that distant focus, just like Greg. As though the gland lifted them out of this universe for a while. ‘This afternoon, four o’clock, you’ll get a call from your precision cybernetics division in London. The manager will submit the last quarter returns; and he’ll keep emphasizing the efficiency figures, they’re up by five per cent.’ ‘All right,’ Julia said enthusiastically. Four o’clock, an hour and a half, she could wait that long. Typical of regional managers to fish for compliments. ‘Unless you call him first and ask for the report,’ Gabriel pointed out. ‘I won’t. I think I believe anyway. You’d never be so bold if you weren’t certain.’ Greg and Gabriel both seemed content with her answer. She showed them into the study, walking straight to her seat at the head of the table. 212 P*TSR F. HAMILTON ‘Look, Grandpa, Greg’s come to visit us, and he’s brought a friend.’ Julia noticed Gabriel’s reticence as she sat down. The woman’s gaze never left the black column on the table as she perched on the front edge of the wooden seat. If she really could see the future how could anything shock her? Julia listened to her grandfather saying hello in a civil tone, giving away nothing. Then Greg started to report on his progress to date. Her eyes wandered while he was speaking and she saw Gabriel was using the gland again. ‘Bugger,’ Philip Evans exclaimed when Greg had finished. ‘That fucking Ministry of Defence, more bloody trouble than it’s worth. I never knew it leaked that badly. The whole hacker circuit, you say?’ “Fraid so, they all know you’ve cracked the giga-conductor, and been awarded development contracts.’ ‘So it could be any of the kombinates,’ Julia said. ‘You’ve no leads.’ ‘A lot of negatives, which is cutting down the field considerably. At the moment my personal suspicion is Kendric di Girolamo and a highly placed mole. Place as much emphasis on that as you wish.’ ‘Vengeance.’ Philip Evans sounded sceptical. ‘If he’s that twisted why not try to assassinate Juliet here? Got to be cheaper than buying eight hotrod hackers, and their silence. She’s well protected, but no security is proof against a professional V hardiiner tekmerc, not when he’s striking out of the blue.’ She shrank a little inside, compressed by steely arctic fingers. It’s only theory, she told herself, don’t let it bother you. But there was no need for him to say it quite so bluntly. ‘I don’t know,’ said Greg. ‘I still don’t understand why Kendric allowed Julia to buy him out. Even if he didn’t know about the giga-conductor when he started the memox-spoiler operation, he certainly did by the time she confronted him.’ • ‘I see what you mean,’ Julia said. ‘We filed the patent on November the fifteenth, and informed the Ministry of Defence on the seventeenth. Even assuming Kendric doesn’t have a mole feeding him data, he ought to have known it existed by MINDSTAR RISING 213 the end of the year at the latest, like your contact did; which would’ve given him months to work out the implications before I hit him with the buyout. He should’ve held on for all he was worth, risked family displeasure over Siebruk Orbital. For those stakes they would’ve forgiven him anything. In fact, now he has withdrawn the di Girolamo house, they’re going to be furious with him when I go public with the giga-conductor and they realize what they’ve lost out on.’ The idea of Kendric giving up bothered her deeply. Kendric was smart and crafty. That bastard would have something in reserve. She knew he would. Gabriel stirred, blinking rapidly. ‘Wilholm’s staff are clear,’ she announced. ‘From what?’ Julia asked. ‘From knowing your grandfather is stored in this NN core. They hadn’t put it together like your father.’ Julia knew her cheeks were reddening at the reminder, and didn’t care, not any more. ‘How do you know?’ ‘I scanned the possible futures where Greg interviews each of them this afternoon, he wouldn’t find any culpability. Oh, except that your gardeners are flogging ten per cent of Wilholm’s vegetables on the village market.’ ‘Little buggers,’ Philip squawked. ‘Oh shush, Grandpa, I know all about that.’ ‘How come?’ ‘I’m mistress of the manor, remember? It’s my job to know.’ She turned back to Gabriel. ‘I thought you said nothing about the future was certain?’ ‘Not in the future, no,’ said Gabriel. ‘But if the staff had known about the NN core and passed on the data, that would mean they’d pieced the knowledge together in the past, it’s already happened, an immutable fact.’ ‘Yah. . . right.’ It sounded kind of screwy, but the nodes confirmed the logic. Providing you believed in precognition in the first place. ‘That just leaves Dillan, then,’ Philip said, and Julia knew that tone of voice well enough. They were heading for another blazing row once Greg and Gabriel left. She wondered if 214 PITUR F. HAMILTON Gabriel had seen it already? The woman’s alleged ability was disturbing. It might be a good idea to be out on Tobias at four o’clock. ‘Not quite,’ Greg pointed out. ‘We still have the whole NN core team to interview tomorrow, as well as the security division headquarters staff.’ ‘I know all the NN core team, they’re good people, boy. No worries on that score. It’ll be Dillan, or someone in security, or even this mole of yours, you’ll see.’ ‘The NN core team still have to be checked off,’ Greg said, polite but unyielding. ‘Process of elimination; old procedure, but it can’t be improved on.’ ‘Don’t interfere with the experts, Grandpa. Isn’t that what you always say?’ ‘Juliet, you’re impossible!’ Even with his construct voice he managed to convey affection. A truce. She pulled a face at the NN core. ‘What about you, Gabriel?’ Philip asked. ‘Can’t you see the results of these interviews Greg is going to hold?’ ‘Sorry. That’s tomorrow morning, and several kilometres away. Can’t stretch that far.’ ‘Well, what about if Greg was to interview Dillan? Today, here?’ Gabriel stiffened. ‘Your son has no idea whether or not he told anybody. He is only aware of your translocation on odd occasions,’ she said reproachfully. The implication for respona sibility hovered almost tangibly in the air. Julia realized that Gabriel was more redoubtable than her appearance suggested. Like Greg, the gland gave her total access to a soul’s weakness. Did Grandpa have a soul? That old-style-April chill closed around her. Primate Marcus was preaching to her again, hand on Bible, scorning hubris and human greed. Temptations that would result in your ultimate downfall. Sweet Jesus had shown people the way by rejecting both. And Grandpa certainly hadn’t abandoned anything. ‘What about the NN core?’ Greg asked. ‘Yes,’ said Gabriel. ‘Though it could go either way.’ MIND$TAR RISING 215 ‘What’s that supposed to mean, m’dear?’ Philip Evans asked. ‘As I explained to Julia, the future is never definite,’ Gabriel said. ‘There are a multitude of alternate possibilities. The best indicator of certainty is when a lot of those futures hold a common theme. You understand? It’s like gambling. If two-thirds of the possible futures which I see have it raining tomorrow, then it will most likely rain. But it isn’t an absolute. The further into the future, the more hazy my predictions.’ ‘So what’s going to go both ways?’ Julia asked raptly. ‘A second attack on your grandfather’s NN core. I’d say there was a sixty per cent probability it will happen.’ ‘Does this attack succeed?’ Philip asked. ‘Not if you take simple preventive measures,’ Gabriel said. ‘Forewarned is forearmed. Do you believe me?’ ‘Damn right I do, m’dear. What sort of attack, a data-squirt blitz like last time?’ Gabriel paused, frowning. Ice-maiden formidable. Julia had the impression a lot of it was theatre, like a gypsy’s crystal ball. Overawing the superstitious peasants. ‘A Trojan program. It’s indexed as an ordinary factory-quota update, but once inside your filters it multiplies like a hot rabbit, expanding to take up all the available memory capacity.’ When?’ ‘If it happens, it’ll be some time on Tuesday morning. Of course, the nearer we get to the event the more specific I can get; and I can also give you more accurate odds.’ ‘I want to know every change, m’dear. No matter what time of the day or night, you get in contact with me whenever those odds shift.’ ‘Can’t you tell us who sends the Trojan?’ Julia asked plaintively. ‘I’m sorry. Wherever the origin of the attack is, it’s not close to Withoim.’ Julia sat back and sighed wanly. ‘Whoever they are, they seem determined,’ Greg said thoughtfully. 216 PITIR F. HAMILTON