Vernor Vinge - Rainbows End

"But he has to get the data put together," said Winnie. "If Huertas loses a few weeks, there'll be hundreds of organizations that decide they might as well wait till the monopoly runs out — when they can get an even more complete answer for free. It's worse than that. Chinese Informagical has dibs on the British Museum and the British Library, using much better equipment than Huertas has. The Brits have shown more gumption than UCSD, but their digitization is due to begin any time now. If Huertas gets any further behind, he and the Chinese will be in a price war for the sale of first looks."

"A regular death spiral!" Tommie's amusement was without malice. He had always been fascinated by how things come apart. Robert remembered in the 1970 brush fires, teenaged Tommie had been out in East County, helping with communications — but also enjoying every minute of the disaster.

"So, unh…" Why does the Stranger want me in on this ? Blount chuckled. "Confused, Robert?"

Back at Stanford, Winnie wouldn't have dared such an open gibe, at least not after the first year. But now, the only comebacks Robert could imagine were adolescent sarcasm. So he replied mildly, "Yes, I'm still in the dark."

Blount hesitated, sensing one of the old-Robert traps. "The point is that we're talking about doing Huertas and the Librareome Project serious harm. We're past legal recourse, so anything that depends on delaying the enemy must involve criminal behavior. Got it?"

"Yes. We really are conspirators."

Rivera nodded. "And that by itself is a felony."

Tommie laughed. "So what? I just subverted the DHS snoop layer! That's a national-security rap."

"I don't care if we're talking high treason!" said Robert. If I can get back my song . … "I mean, you know what a lover of books I am."

The others nodded.

"So what is the plan?"

Blount gestured to Tommie. The little guy said, "Do you remember our underground hikes?"

"In the 1970s? Yes, they were fun — in a brain-damaged way."

Tommie's grin broadened.

"You're telling me the steam tunnels are still in use?"

"Yup. In the nineties that type of construction went out of style. There were lots of new buildings that weren't connected. But then in the oughts, folks wanted Extremely High-Rate comms. And the bioscience people wanted automatic specimen transport. These guys had lots of money."

"Even more so, nowadays," said Carlos.

Tommie nodded. "NIR lasers are not for them. They want xlaser and graser gear, trillions of colors per path, and trillions of paths. Nowadays, the 'steam tunnel' network is not for power or heat. Now there are branches extending under Torrey Pines Road to Scripps and Salk. I hear you can walk out under the ocean a short ways, though heaven knows what they're doing there. To the east, you can get into every one of the biotech labs."

Suddenly, Robert saw why the Mysterious Stranger was interested in the Elder Cabal. Aloud, he said, "What does this have to do with the Librareome Project, Tommie?"

"Ah! Well, you know that Max Huertas made his fortune out of biotech. He owns some of the biggest labs in North America — including one just a few thousand feet northeast of us. It was easy for him to modify his genome software to support the Librareome. Okay, so he's storing the shredda in vaults under the north side of campus."

"And?"

"And he's not done with them! The shredding got him plenty of images, but the coverage is not complete. He's got to scan and rescan where there were problems in the first pass. Now if there weren't this time limit, he'd be better just to wait till the next victim library goes up in shreds and use that for cross-checking, but he's in a rush."

"That storage is also part of the Huertas propaganda," said Winnie.

"When they're done with the rescans, the shredda will be 'safely preserved in the Huertas vaults, for the sake of the archaeologists of future generations.' Some of our faculty actually bought into that!"

"Well," said Rivera, "there's a small amount of truth to the claim. The paper will last longer in cool nitrogen than it would on library shelves."

Winnie waved his hand dismissively. "The point is, the books have been destroyed, and Huertas is going to destroy more libraries if he's not stopped. Our plan is — " He looked around, and seemed to realize that he was on the edge of prison time. "Our plan is to break into the steam tunnels and go to where Huertas is storing the shredda. Tommie has come up with a way to make that shredda unreadable."

"What? We're protesting the destruction of the library by destroying what's left?"

"Just temporarily!" said Tommie. "I've found an incredible aerosol glue. Spray it on and the shredda will be like a huge chunk of particle-board. But after a few months, the glue will just sublimate away."

Rivera was nodding. "So we are not making things worse. I wouldn't be here if I thought we were wrecking what's left of the books. Huertas's scheme is unnecessary brutality, trying to grab everything when a slower approach would be just as good. Maybe we can derail him long enough so that the old-time book-friendly digitizers can catch up — and no more libraries will be wrecked." Now his T-shirt was touting the American Library Association.

Robert leaned back and pretended to consider what they were saying. "You say the Chinese are about to shred the British Library?"

Rivera gave a sigh. "Yes, and they're going to whack the Museum, too. But the EU is looking for an excuse to stop them. If we make Huertas look bad…"

"I see," Robert said judiciously. He avoided Winnie's eyes. Blount was already suspicious enough. "Okay. The plan seems pretty feeble… but I guess it's better than nothing. Count me in."

A grin spread wide across Tommie's face. "Hey, Robert!"

Robert finally looked at Winston Blount. "Now the question is, why do you want me in?"

Blount grimaced. "Another pair of hands. Various errands — "

Tommie rolled his eyes. "The fact is, we couldn't dream of doing this before you showed up."

"Me? Why?"

"Ha. Think what we're talking about: breaking into the steam tunnels, walking a mile across one of the most secure bio labs on Earth. I bet I could get us in. But could I hike us undetected across the bio labs? No way. That only works in old Star Trek shows, where the Ventilation system' was designed mainly to drive idiot plots. This is the real world — and real-world security guys know about tunnels too."

"That still doesn't answer the 'Me? Why?'"

"What? Oh. I'm getting to that! Anyway, after our protest tactics fizzled, I began to do some research." Tommie patted his laptop. "Newsgroups, chat, search engines — I used them all, along with crazy stuff that looks more like online betting than anything else. Maybe the hardest part was to do it all without alerting the feds. That slowed me up, but eventually I got a pretty good picture of the labs' security. It's what you'd expect of a critical national security site. Serious stuff, but clunky. The system is password– and user-intrinsic-oriented, and mostly automatic. The intrinsic is a standard biometric — from certain officers in the U.S. protective services. And guess who happens to be nearby and on the access list?"

"My son."

"Not quite. Your daughter-in-law."

Alice. "That's ridiculous. She's some kind of Asian-affairs expert." When she's not a mental basket case . And then he thought about the Mysterious Stranger. "This is all too pat."

Winnie: "Since when are you the security expert, Robert?"

I should keep my mouth shut. They're going in the direction I want ! But he'd lost his old skills at verbal maneuver, and he blundered ahead: "Information like this doesn't turn up in a Google search ."