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Minmei　sniffled　again。　〃It's　for　Zor；〃　she　said　dismissively。　〃He　thinks　the　old　Tiresian　songs　will　jar　memories　of　Zor's　early　experiences　on　Tirol　and　Optera。〃

〃Optera？〃　Lisa　said；　thinking　suddenly　of　the　planet　below。　A　planet　that　had　appeared　out　of　nowhere。

〃I　just　keep　feeling　he's　betrayed　me　somehow；〃　Minmei　explained；　sobbing。　〃He　doesn't　love　me。　He　probably　never　loved　me。〃

Lisa　was　not　listening。　Some　half…formed　realization　had　begun　to　vie　for　her　attention；　a　thought　she　could　not　quite　assemble。　But　before　she　knew　it；　she　had　taken　Minmei　by　the　upper　arms　and　was　shaking　her。　〃Did　Rem　tell　you　why　it's　so　important　he　recall　Zor's　memories？〃

Minmei　looked　up；　startled。

Lisa　dropped　her　arms　at　her　sides　and　exhaled。　〃Minmei；　listen　to　me。　I'm　on　my　way　to　the　nursery　right　now　because　I　feel　like　Rick's　been　lying　to　me　about　something。　That　he's　really　in　love　with　that　little　idiot　Sue　Graham　or　someone。　But　I　know　that　isn't　true；　even　if　he　has　been　acting　like　a　plete　jerk。〃　She　looked　into　Minmei's　eyes。　〃And　I'm　sure　Rem　hasn't　betrayed　you。　It　has　something　to　do　with　this　place；　Minmei。　Something　we　haven't　considered　yet。〃　She　gnawed　at　a　finger；　remembering　Roy。　〃It's　even　begun　to　affect　the　children。〃

Minmei　looked　ashen。　〃Oh；　please；　don't　tell　me　that；〃　she　said；　turning　to　face　the　corridor　wall。　〃You　can't　tell　anyone；　Lisa；〃　she　added；　〃but　I'm　carrying　Rem's　child。〃


CHAPTER　NINETEEN

Although　Wilfred　Gibley　is　most　often　credited　with　the　discovery　of　machine　mind　and　the　development　of　cyber…interface　technology　（See　Shi…Ling's　〃Sometimes　Even　a　Yakuza　Needs　a　Place　to　Hide〃）；　Nichols　was　to　bee　the　movement's　principal　advocate　and　spokesperson。　Evidence　suggests　that　Nichols　himself　may　have　been　working　along　similar　lines　as　early　as　May　of　2031；　when　he　wrote：　〃It　was　Bowie　＇Grant＇　that　started　me　thinking。　He　used　to　say　that　he　thought　of　music；　like　mathematics；　as　this　place　somewhere　out　there　that　adepts　could　tune　into。　And　that　the　key　signatures　and　notes　and　scales　were　actually　solid　things　you　could　approach　in　that　realm。　So　I　thought：　Why　couldn't　it　be　the　same　for　data？　After　all；　what's　mind　but　a　union　of　music　and　math？〃
Bruce　Mirrorshades；　Machine　Mind　and　Arthurian　Legend

Hodel；　mander　of　the　Karbarran　flotilla；　counted　down　the　seconds。　He　thought　about　Cano；　the　brother　he　had　lost　when　the　N'trpriz　had　been　destroyed；　and　wondered　how　many　others　he　would　grieve　for　before　the　battle　was　through。

Haydon　IV　had　yet　to　respond　to　the　ultimatum；　although　the　Tiresian；　Cabell；　claimed　to　have　been　in　touch　with　a　high…ranking　official　planetside　who　had　affirmed　that　no　offworlders　would　be　released。　The　Haydonite　had　also　warned　against　the　use　of　force　to　achieve　that　end。　In　his　capacity　as　amateur　historian；　Hodel　was　inclined　to　believe　him。　He　was　conversant　as　any　with　the　facts　regarding　the　Mo'fiint　Incident；　in　which　870　dreadnoughts　at　the　mand　of　a　would…be　empire　builder　had　attempted　to　add　Haydon　IV　to　her　long　list　of　conquests。　Eight　hundred　and　seventy　ships　annihilated　in　a　matter　of　minutes　。　。　。　But　history　was　just　that；　or　so　the　Karbarran　High　Authority　had　admonished　Hodel　when　he　had　brought　the　Mo'fiint　Incident　to　their　attention。　So；　in　his　capacity　as　battle　group　mander；　he　was　expected　to　disregard　any　Haydonite　counterthreats　municated　to　the　Ark　Angel　and　accept　on　faith　that　history　mattered　only　to　the　victors。

Moreover；　it　was　obvious　from　the　recordings　made　during　the　N'trpriz's　final　moments　that　K'rrk　had　mitted　a　series　of　tactical　blunders。　He　had　failed　to　break　off　munication　with　Haydon　IV's　artificial　sentience　and　had　thereby　allowed　the　Awareness　access　to　the　ship's　onboard　Tiresian…manufactured　AI…which　in　turn　had　been　based　on　Haydonite　designs！

This　time　in　there　would　be　no　such　contact。　The　Awareness　had　been　given　ample　opportunity　to　respond；　the　deadline　had　not　been　met；　and　it　was　time　therefore　to　actualize　the　threat。　Haydon　IV　would　be　given　no　second　chance。

And　neither　would　the　ships　of　the　flotilla。

Hodel　buried　the　thought　behind　a　confident　scowl　and　rose　from　his　mand　chair　as　the　zero…line　display　triggered　battle…station　sirens　throughout　the　ship。

〃Order　all　ships　into　attack　formation；〃　he　growled　to　his　munications　officer。　〃Full　ahead；　on　my　mand；　Ntor。　〃

〃Aye；　sir；〃　Ntor　responded　from　her　station。　〃Sekiton　drives　at　maximum　power；　all　systems　enabled。　〃

The　battle　plan　was　a　straightforward　one　now　that　the　safety　of　the　hostages　was　no　longer　considered　a　mission　priority。　Haydon　IV　was　simply　to　be　beaten　into　submission。　The　loss　of　the　five　hundred　or　so　merchants　and　traders　planetside　would　be　regrettable　but　acceptable。

Colonel　Mo'fiint　had　felt　no　need　to　justify　her　actions　when　she　had　given　the　order　to　attack　Haydon　IV。　The　goal；　after　all；　had　been　conquest。

Much　as　today；　Hodel　thought。

〃Planetary　reconfiguration　in　process；　Captain；〃　the　science　officer　advised。　〃Haydon　IV　is　disengaging　from　the　moon。　Weapons　nacelles　retracting。　We　are　being　scanned　and　targeted。〃

Hodel　swiveled　to　study　displays。　The　giant　artifact　was　rotating　to　face　the　flotilla；　its　materiel　transfer　tubes　traversing　local　space　like　twin　cannons。　〃Standard　evasion；　Ntor；〃　he　directed　forward。　〃Close　all　munication　frequencies。〃

〃Repositioning　of　the　labor　droneships；　Captain；〃　the　science　officer　updated。　〃They　are　being　deployed　to　repel　strikes　directed　against　the　surface。〃

Hodel　growled　to　himself。　〃Order　fighter　teams　away　as　soon　as　we're　within　range。〃

〃Aye　sir。〃

Hodel　watched　the　forward　screens。　〃All　right；　Ntor；　let's　clear　a　path　for　them。　On　my　mark　。　。　。〃


Aboard　the　Ark　Angel；　Louie　Nichols　and　his　crew　of　ic…crazed　pjockeys　were　headlocked　into　that　part　of　the　ship's　AI　mainframe　linked　to　the　mo　device　Veidt　had　left　in　Exedore's　care。

The　data　room　was　a　yard　sale　of　consoles；　monitors；　slave　decks；　sensory　boosts；　psi…amps；　and　enhancers；　a　tangled　nest　of　F/O　lines；　power　leads；　and　interface　cables；　with　the　team　members　positioned　about　like　switches　and　relays　some　sprawled　on　the　floor　beneath　tables；　cranial　cyber　ports　studded　with　titanium　plugs　and　alloy　adapters；　others　cross…legged　atop　tables　and　racks；　fiddling　with　tuning　knobs；　keying　input；　fingering　touchscreens；　but　loving　every　minute　of　it；　thrilled　to　be　back　where　they　belonged；　ghosts　in　the　mind　of　the　machine。

Vince　Grant　had　just　sent　word　that　the　Karbarrans　were　making　their　move　and　that　Haydon　IV　was　readying　what　promised　to　be　a　crippling　response。　It　had　been　Louie's　signal　to　mence　an　attack　of　his　own　devising；　not　directed　_　against　the　planet；　however；　but　against　the　psychodynamics　of　its　ruling　artificial　intelligence。　With　luck；　the　Awareness　will　be　too　busy　attending　to　matters　of　defense　to　notice　Louie　and　his　cowboys'　subtle　approach；　too　preoccupied　carrying　out　the　timeless　dictates　of　its　enigmatic　program　to　realize　that　someone　was　toying　with　its　emotions。

Louie；　Gibley；　Strucker；　and　the　rest　were　not　going　in　so　much　on…line　as　they　were　on…wave；　in　an　attempt　to　grapple　with　the　Awareness　where　it　lived；　loved；　and　loathed。　Unified；　the　discorporate　raiders　aimed　to　plant　the　seeds　of　self璬oubt；　to　stir　a　bit　of　regret；　to　suggest　a　path　to　redemption。　To　inject　a　virus　if　all　else　failed。

Louie　could　feel　the　cyber　surge　as　he　punched　into　machine　mind；　the　hands　to　which　his　thoughts　were　now　only　remotely　connected　hovering　over　the　console's　directional　cross　and　touchpad；　his　hands…on…trigger…and…stick。　The　cyber…surge　was　the　rush　of　a　crimson…tipped　stimulant；　a　kick　clear　out　of　the　world。　He　could　feel　Stirson　and　Shi　Ling　headlocked　into　the　same　vibe；　telepathic　twins　flanking　him　like　recklessness　and　daring；　an　upside　Scylla　and　Charybdis。

Machine　mind　was　dimly　lit；　boundless　but　crowded　with　the　color…coded　spires　and　sentry　towers　that　guarded　Ark　Angel's　mainframe　cores。　Below　was　the　network's　familiar　grid　of　pulsating　lights；　data　highways　for　the　grounded　and　uninspired。　Louie　laughed　as　he　soared　above　bridges　and　constructs；　executing　flyboy　rollovers　between　mainframe　pillars　and　pyramids　as　he　closed　on　the　access　link　to　Veidt's　device。

Exedore's　puter　construct　was　over　the　horizon；　stuck　in　the　real　stuff；　blazing　a　trail　for　the　team。　Louie　thought　he　could　almost　detect　the　Zentraedi's　fingers　hammering　overhead　like　thunder　in　that　weatherless　domain。

Down　the　link　into　the　device；　a　jump　fueled　by　thought　from　ship　to　reconfigured　world；　into　a　much　smaller　space　a　foyer　of　a　kind；　an　antechamber　defined　by　the　dark　maws　of　derezz　gates；　the　looming　shadows　of　security　fences。　Gibley's　construct　slid　to　a　halt　nearby；　freaked　by　the　sight；　wavering　like　the　filament　in　a　shaken　bulb。　Exedore　was　giving　it　his　all；　hacking　away　with　mands；　but　there　were　defensive；　mands　beginning　to　line　up　behind　the　walls：　retaliatory　icons　ordered　in　by　executive　decision。

Louie　steeled　himself；　hands　set　for　play　in　the　Ark　Angel's　dreamscape。　Gibley；　Strucker；　Stirson；　and　Shi…Ling　were　eager　trotters；　panting　at　the　start　of　the　course。

An　access　window　suddenly　flashed　transparent。　Exedore　had　punched　through。

Gibley's　construct　took　the　point　as　the　Awareness　deployed　its　net。

Time　to　fry；　Louie　thought。


〃I've　found　a　way　in！〃　Exedore　announced；　hands　raised　above　the　keyboard　in　surprise。

〃Yeah；　and　I've　found　a　way　out；〃　Dana　told　him　from　the　front　threshold　as　repeated　blasts　shook　the　room。　The　laser　fence　disabled；　the　Praxians　had　already　gone　through　to　lend　support　to　the　Karbarran　revolt。

The　ursinoids　had　streamed　out　of　their　cells　only　moments　before　at　the　sound　of　the　first　surface　explosions；　stacking　bodies　in　the　thresholds　until　the　lasers　were　overworked；　then　flooding　into　the　central　confinement　area　armed　with　everything　from　furniture　parts　to　sheets　of　alloy　torn　from　the　walls。

Most　of　level　four　was　pure　chaos。　The　Haydonite　jailers　had　trained　their　forehead　weapons　on　the　mob　and　successfully　decimated　the　Karbarran　front　line。　But　like　the　lasers；　the　hovering　guards　were　soon　overwhelmed　and　felled　by　body　blocks　and　staggering　paw…hand　swipes。

Dana　ventured　that　the　Awareness　itself　was　being　overwhelmed　by　coordinated　strikes　launched　by　the　ships　of　the　Karbarran　battle　group。　Haydon　IV's　big　brain　could　not　effectively　oversee　confinement　zone　security　when　it　was　busy　feeding　off　plasma　bolts　and　safeguarding　the　spherical　ships　its　factory　had　been　spitting　out。　The　laser　fences　had　been　the　first　to　go；　control　of　the　jailers　had　been　relinquished；　and　Exedore　was　telling　everyone　that　he　had　secured　a　route　to　the　heart　of　the　central　puter。　It　was　a　sure　thing；　then；　that　Louie's　team　would　be　able　to　follow　Exedore　in　and　loose　their　poisons。

In　the　meantime；　Dana　thought　she　might　be　able　to　assist　both　Louie　and　the　Karbarran　flotilla　by　opening　up　yet　another　front。　At　her　insistence；　Exedore　had　ferreted　out　the　whereabouts　of　the　power　management　terminals　that　controlled　production　of　the　sphere　ships'　stardrives。　Readouts　indicated　that　a　few　of　those　drives　had　already　been　installed；　but