“Possibly it couldn’t,” Gilas said. “But we don’t really know what such a machine is doing.”
“Well, we know what it does in an ethics hearing,” Telzey said. “Supposing it did see they were fake memories. What would happen?”
Gilas hesitated, said slowly, “The Verifier would report that it had found nothing to show that the Parlins were connected in any way with the attempt to use Chomir to commit murder. It would report nothing else. It can produce relevant evidence, including visual and auditory effects, to substantiate a claim it has accepted. But it can’t explain or show why it is rejecting a claim. To do that would violate the conditions under which it operates.”
Dasinger said quietly, “That’s it. We can’t lose anything. And if it works, we’d have them! Vingar is the only one who can prove the Parlins never came near his device. But we’re keeping him out of sight, and the Parlins can’t admit they know he exists without damning themselves! And they can’t obtain verification for their own claims of innocence—”
“Because of their mind-blocks!” Gilas concluded. His mouth quirked for an instant; then his face was sober again. “We will, of course, consider every decision. Telzey, go and get Gonwil. We want her in on it, and no one else.” He looked at Dasinger. “What will we tell the lawyers?”
Dasinger considered. “That we feel an ethics hearing should be on the record to justify declaring a private war,” he said. “They won’t like it, of course. They know it isn’t necessary.”
“No,” Gilas agreed, “but it’s a good enough excuse. And if they set it up for that purpose, it will cover the steps we’ll have to take.”
Chapter 7
“The statements made by this witness have been neither confirmed nor disproved by verification.”
The expressionless face of the chief adjudicator of the Transcluster ethics hearing disappeared from the wall screen of the little observer’s cubicle before Telzey as he ended his brief announcement. She frowned, turned her right hand over, palm up, glanced at the slender face of her timepiece.
It had taken less than two minutes for Transcluster’s verification machine to establish that it could find nothing in the mind of Rodel Parlin the Twelfth relevant to the subject matter it had been instructed to investigate, and to signal this information to the hearing adjudicators. Junior, visible in the Verifier’s contact chamber which showed in the far left section of the screen, had not reacted noticeably to the announcement. It could hardly have been a surprise to him. His parents had preceded him individually to the chamber to have their claims of being innocent of homicidal intentions towards Gonwil Lodis submitted to test, with identical results. Only the stereotyped wording of the report indicated in each case that the machine had encountered mental blocks which made verification impossible. From the Parlins’ point of view, that was good enough. The burden of proof rested with their accusers; and they simply had no proof. The demand for an ethics hearing had been a bluff, an attempt perhaps to get a better price for Gonwil’s capitulation. If so, it had failed.
The central screen view was shifting back to the hexagonal hall where the Verifier was housed. It appeared almost empty. A technician sat at the single control console near the center, while the machine itself was concealed behind the walls. When he brought it into operation, the far end of the hall came alive with a day-bright blur of shifting radiance, darkening to a sullen red glow as he shut the machine off again. So far, that and the reports of the chief adjudicator had been the only evidence of the Verifier’s function; and the play of lights might be merely window dressing, designed to make the proceedings more impressive. It had to be that, Telzey thought, if her speculations about the machine were right. It wasn’t really being switched on and off here, but working round the clock, absorbing uncensored information constantly from hundreds or thousands of minds, and passing it on.
But watching the hall darken again as the technician turned away from the console and began to talk into a communicator, Telzey acknowledged to herself that she felt a shade less certain now of the purpose for which the Psychology Service was quietly distributing its psionic machines about the Hub. Gilas was in the observation cubicle next to hers, with two of Rienne’s attorneys; while Gonwil waited with Dasinger and a few Kyth men in some other section of the great Transcluster Finance complex for a summons from the adjudicators to take Chomir to the contact chamber. The hearing had been under way for a little over an hour.
That was the puzzling point. She had come in nervously ready for an indication that the Verifier and the human minds behind it knew what she had been up to before the hearing even began. Her own thoughts were camouflaged; but Gonwil, Gilas and Dasinger were unconsciously broadcasting the information that she was a psi who had manipulated the memories of a hearing witness in a manner calculated to trick the verification machine into making a false report.
While it was the only way left to get at Malrue, the Psychology Service certainly must consider it as flagrant a violation of their rules against the independent use of psionics as could be imagined. But, so far as Telzey could tell, nothing happened then . . . nothing, at any rate, that didn’t conform in every detail to what was generally assumed to happen at an ethics hearing.
The hearing got off to an unhurried and rather dull start. One of Rienne’s attorneys formally presented the general charge against the Parlins—they had planned and attempted to carry out the murder of Gonwil Lodis for financial gain. He brought out background data on Lodis Associates to show the motive, displayed the device used to throw Chomir into a killing rage, explained the purpose for which similar instruments were employed on Askanam. A description of the occurrence in the Kyth Agency’s hideout followed, including Gonwil’s preceding conversation with Junior by the personalized communicator he had sent her, though naturally excluding Telzey’s role in checking the dog’s attack until a guard had been able to stun him.
Then the specific charge was made. The Parlins had caused the demonstrated device to be used on the dog at a moment when they could assume it would result in Gonwil Lodis’s death, leaving no indication that her death had been planned.
From what Telzey had heard, it was the standard sort of introduction. An ethics hearing developed like a game of skill, unfolding from formalized beginnings, and it wasn’t until after a few moves and countermoves had been made that significant revelations could be expected. On this occasion, however, the Parlins’ attorneys evidently felt they could afford to skip such cautious preliminaries. It was clear now that Vingar had been captured before he could leave Orado and had talked; but while he presumably would appear as a witness, nothing he knew could endanger the Parlins’ position. The attorneys announced that their three principals denied the charges and wished to testify to their innocence under verification if the commercial mind-blocks they employed would permit this.
Having demonstrated then that the mind-blocks, as a matter of fact, did not permit it, the Parlins had retired to wait out the rest of the hearing unchallenged.
Which meant that the next witness up should be Chomir . . .
* * *
The use of an animal as a verification witness had been cleared in advance with the adjudicators. It was not without precedent; Chomir would be admitted even if, for some reason, the opposing attorneys objected, and objections weren’t expected. The Verifier would be instructed only to establish whether anything could be found in the dog’s memory to show the Parlin family had been directly responsible for the murder device planted in his brain.
It was what she had planned. But she had expected to have some intimation by now of what the Verifier’s reaction to their doctored witness would be. And there’d been nothing. . . .
Telzey leaned forward suddenly and switched off the central screen and voice transmitters. It might still be several minutes before Chomir was taken to the contact chamber. They’d been told he would be doped first to keep him quiet while the machine carried out its work.
She shifted in the chair, laid her hands, palms down, on the armrests, and closed her eyes. The psi bubble about her mind opened. Her awareness expanded out cautiously into the Transcluster complex.
It wasn’t quiet there. Psi whispered, murmured, muttered, in an incessant meaningless trickling from the swarms of humanity which crowded the vast Central. But that seemed to be all. The unaware insect buzz of thousands of minds faded, swelled, faded monotonously; and nothing else happened. She could detect no slightest hint of an active telepath, mechanical or human, nearby.