Vernor Vinge - Rainbows End

Miri looked down the tunnel, away from the entrance. It was dark, but it wasn't perfectly quiet. There might be voices, chatting conversationally, never quite making words. Robert and his library friends were down here, surely being run as cat's-paws by Mr. Janitor/Professor. How can I wreck his plan ? Miri got to her feet and ran quietly up the tunnel, still trapped in her own private pool of light. No sign of Robert, and none of the mumbled voices sounded quite right. She passed occasional cross tunnels. Small things whizzed down transparent tubes.

Some minutes later, and still no sign of Robert.

Miri read as she ran along; she had cached plenty about UCSD and the biotechs. There was proprietary and security stuff she couldn't know, but… the cross tunnels led off to particular labs. Three hundred acres in seventeen separate chambers!

Miri's run slowed to a walk, then came to a miserable stop. Robert could be anywhere. How much control did the Badguys have down here? Maybe I should just start shouting .

Faintly, behind her, there came a new kind of sound. Soft hammers pounding on a metal drum. But the cadence was like footsteps. And suddenly she had a very good idea of where the others were. Now if only she could match that to where she was. Miri turned and headed back.

24

Sheila Hanson's night crew came out of the forest on the path of the great snake of knowledge, just east of the library. The Hacek spiders were already there, and they had the high ground. Tim Huynh rolled and walked his bottish army right to the edge of the enemy force.

Huynh — > Night Crew: Jeez. They're all real! The spiders, that is. Most of the humans were real, too. Hacekean Knights and Libarians were thick behind their robots.

Round the north side of the library came more Scoochi reinforcements, supporters from the Oceanography Library at Scripps Institute. But the Hacekeans had their own reinforcements. From cameras flying above the library, Huynh could see those latest arrivals chasing the Scripps people. So far there had been little property damage. The mechs looked sinister enough, and the humans were mostly milling and shouting. Sheila was still doing pretty well with her "We want our REAL books!" chant.

Something big and virtual came rushing out of the Hacekean side and onto the bottish no-man's-land. It was twelve feet tall, the best Dangerous Knowledge that Timothy Huynh had ever seen. Half Librarian, half Knight Guardian, the creature was Hacek's central paradox. Now it capered almost to the edge of the Scoochi lines and made a grotesque face, tongue long and pointy like a Maori daemon. And when it shouted, every Scoochi heard, but the message was customized to the listener:

"Hoy, Timothy Huynh, you think you's a Lesser Scooch-a-mout. Lesser indeed! All you Scoochi moppets be trashy children's things, shallow and unworthy before our Depth!" Dangerous Knowledge waved at the Hacek critters around and behind it.

That was the usual slur against the Scooch-a-mout mythos, and it always made the Scoochis mad, since naive outsiders might be deceived by the claim. There were counterchants from the Scoochi ranks:

"Hacek is just counterfeit Pratchett!" And that set the Hacek people into a rage, since of course it was only the simple truth.

Huynh pushed past Sheila and Smale and the rest of the night crew, till he stood at the forward edge of his army. Up close, this Dangerous Knowledge was even more spectacularly detailed. Its taloned boots were artfully sunk in the muck beside the serpent's path. Spider bots hummed and hopped around their patron.

The spider bots were real. Where had the Hacekeans gotten such clever things, and on such short notice? He pinged them; not surprisingly, nothing came back. There was an almost living suppleness about the way they scrambled over one another, surging and retreating. The gadgets looked like custom melds of the latest Intel and Legend models. GenGen regu-lomics was upgrading to something like this. He pinged them again, this time with his GenGen technician's authority.

Holy shit!

"Hey!" Huynh shouted. "The Hacek bums have stolen GenGen equipment!" And now that he looked closely at the other side, he recognized fellow employees! There was Katie Rosenbaum. She waved her battle axe and leered at him.

Rosenbaum — > Huynh: We just borrowed them, dearie!

He'd had lunch with Katie and her friends only yesterday. He knew there were Hacek sympathizers in regulomics, so of course his crew had kept their plans under wraps. And all the while the treacherous Hacekeans had been doing the same!

Dangerous Knowledge continued its merry dance through the spider troops, mocking the Scoochis' surprise. It shouted, "Indignant, be ye now, wee Huynhling? Could it be ye just cheated with too little imagination? What ye brought is old and slow, well matched to the petty concept of your imagery!"

The art behind Dangerous Knowledge was astoundingly good, without precursors. But whoever was pulling the strings was even more impressive, certainly a world-class professional actor. For a moment the Scoochi ranks wavered and their mob of virtual supporters began to melt away. In the view from above, Huynh saw still more Hacekeans piling up around the other sides of the library. If the balance shifted too far, the Scoochis would end in humiliation and defeat.

Then Sheila Hanson's voice came loud on the public venue, audible across the entire participating world. "Look! The Greater Scooch-a-mout!"

Behind Huynh, one of the forklift mechs stirred to life. Ah! That was just the thing Huynh should have thought to do. Thank goodness Sheila was on the ball.

The forklift stepped forward as delicately as could be imagined for a machine that was twelve feet tall, with a center of gravity that now was over six feet up. It certainly wasn't running autonomously, but he hadn't thought Sheila could drive it this well.

Its foot-platters descended slowly, giving humans and chirps and sal-sipueds plenty of time to clear out of the way. It was impressive, but it was just a forklift. Then Huynh realized he was still watching it with his driver's view. Meshing with the belief-circle view it was —

Sheila had morphed the blue ioniped into something even more spectacular than Dangerous Knowledge. Now it was the Greater Scooch-a-mout, the most popular of the Scoochi critters. In its short career, the Greater Scooch had been the subject of refurbishments, spinoffs, spinups, mergers, and attempted government takeovers. It was the maximum hero to millions of schoolchildren across the poorest lands of Africa and South America, the champion of little people improving their place in the world. And this vision of it, tonight, topped everything in sight.

What's more, this vision, tonight, had four tons of haptic truth clunking along inside.

The Greater Scooch-a-mout reached the edge of the Scoochi lines, and advanced into spider-bot territory. Now it moved fast , as fast as its stabilizers and motors would carry it. Whoa, who is driving that thing ? It danced through the Hacek robots and bellowed insults at Dangerous Knowledge.

Knights and Librarians, pofu-longs and dwelbs and baba llagas — everybody on both sides went wild. Special effects blossomed in the air above them. And then the shouting got even louder. The robots surged into combat. Huynh looked at the melee of robotic special effects. Mega-munches and xoroshows were coming out from the bushes; Sheila was throwing their reserves into the maw of battle.

This mech battle was real! When the Greater Scooch-a-mout tap-danced on the backs of spider bots, fragments of carapace and leg flew into the air. In his technician's view he could see damage reports. Twenty regu-lomics spiders were listed as "nonresponsive" on the lab's real-time roster. Dozens of his tweezer bots were destroyed. Three of the sample carriers had lost mobility.