Vernor Vinge: Rainbows End

He took the footpath through the eucalyptus. As always, coming out of the trees gave the naked eye a sudden vision across miles of tableland, into the mountains. And there, standing before it all, was still the Geisel Library.

It was by far the oldest building at UCSD, one of the twenty percent that had been rebuilt after the Rose Canyon quake. But that damage had been nothing compared with what befell it during the riot, when the cabal's sponsors literally ripped the east side from its foundations. Any other building on campus would have been razed after such trauma, perhaps restored if it was of sufficient historical value. But neither had happened in the case of the Geisel Library.

Robert walked around the north side of the library, down past the loading dock. He had seen views of the structure immediately after the riot, the floors sloping and sagging, the ad hoc buttresses that the fire department had added as the internal servos burned out, the chunks of twentieth-century concrete that littered the terrace.

Those signs of destruction were gone. The overhanging floors were level once more.

The university had not undertaken a simple restoration. On the west it looked almost unchanged, but there was perceptible distortion above the loading dock, and on the east there was a graceful twisting of the building's great pillars. Where those pillars had moved, where the library had "walked," now the pillars were set. At the base was grass and smooth concrete, the tiled path that was the snake of knowledge. Looking upward, lush ivy followed the curving twist of the concrete. Where the ivy ended, there were lines of colored pebbles set in the pillars, making bands like stress fringes in illuminated crystal. And then above that, the rectangle of each floor was slightly turned from the one beneath it.

From the building specifications, Robert could see that some of the pillars were carbon fibers embedded in lightweight composite. Yet the building was as real and solid as it looked to the naked eye; more than any building on campus, this was real. This building lived.

He took the stairs, stopping at each floor to look around. He recognized the Hacek domain. There were still Librarians Militant here. But I thought their circle got booted out ? In other places, there was craziness he recognized as Scooch-a-mouti. The Scoochi mythos was eclectic nonsense that he had never figured out. How it fit with library metaphors was beyond him. But the Scoochis had "won" the riot and the library.

In other places, both belief circles were running in parallel. You could choose which you wanted, or neither.

Robert concentrated on management and naked-eye views. After all, he was here to study the touchy-feely support. There were haptic robots everywhere — not as many as at Pyramid Hill, but the university had crammed almost as much parallel variety into a few floors of a single building. UCSD had spent an enormous amount of money on the gadgets. There were some free-running models, but most were surface-mounted. These were fast. As quick as a Librarian Militant could reach for the vision of a book, a robot would slide into position, altering its surface just where it would meet the reacher's hand.

Robert stood for a few moments, watching the action. The naked-eye view was like nothing in his experience. When the student — that's what she was without her "Librarian Militant" cover — turned the book in her hands, the haptics flipped in coordination, never losing contact or slipping in a way different from the vision it was supporting. When she set it on a table, the haptics moved instantly to another task — this supporting some Scoochi client in even more unintelligible maneuvering.

He noticed that the girl was staring at him. "Sorry, sorry! I just haven't seen all this before."

"Tragic, not?" and she gave him a wide grin.

"Yes, uh, tragic." Somewhere on a high protocol layer, all this involved books and the contents of books. At the physical layer it was even… more… fascinating. He wandered along, his mind far away, trying to imagine how the intricate dance of the haptics could be replicated on robots that were at some distance on the network. If both sides had human players it would be infernally hard. But if it was an asymmetric service, maybe —

"Hey, Professor Gu! Look up here."

Robert looked in the direction of the voice. The ceiling above him had become transparent, as had the one above that. His view had tunneled through to the sixth floor. Carlos Rivera was looking back down at him, a happy smile on his face. "Long time no see, Professor. Come on up, why don't you?"

"Sure." Robert found his way back to the stairwell. The stairs were free of haptic diversions…

… as was the sixth floor. But there were no more books either. Someone had set up some offices.

Rivera gave him a tour. He seemed to be just about the only one on the floor. "Right now, the team is spread all over. Some of them are working on the new extensions underground."

"So what's your job now? Still library staff, I assume?"

Carlos hesitated. "Well, I have several titles now. It's a long story. Hey, come into my office."

His office was on the southeast corner, with windows overlooking the Snake Path and the esplanades. In fact, this was just where the cabal had held its meetings. Carlos waved him to a seat, and sat behind a wide desk. Carlos himself… he was still overweight, still wore the bottle-glass spectacles and the old-fashioned T-shirt. But there was a difference. This Carlos seemed relaxed, energetic… happy with whatever he was doing. "I was hoping we could talk, but things have just been so busy since — you know, since we almost fucked things up beyond all recognition."

"Yes, I know what you mean. We were… very lucky, Carlos." He glanced around the office. Nowadays, rank could be hard to see in visible things, but much of the furniture and plants were really what they seemed. "You were going to tell me about your job."

"Yes! It's a little embarrassing. I'm the new Director of Library Support. That's the title the university recognizes. In some circles that's not the important title. Downstairs and across the world, you'll find that I'm other things — like Dangerous Knowledge and the Greatest Lesser Scooch-a-mout."

"But those are two different belief circles. I thought — "

"You read that the Scoochis won it all, right? Not quite. When the dust settled, there was a very bizarre — well, 'compromise' isn't quite the right word. 'Alliance' or 'distanced merger' might be better." He leaned back in his chair. "It's scary how close we came to blowing up this end of San Diego. But we stopped just short. And that crazy riot made more money than a new cinema release. More important, it sucked money and creativity from all over, and the school administration was smart enough to take advantage." He hesitated, a little sadness creeping into his voice. "So we failed in everything we told each other we were trying to do. The books are gone. Physically gone. But the Geisel Library lives, and these two crazy belief circles are driving its content all over the world. But you've seen that, right? That's why you came down here?"

"I came down to study your haptics, actually." Robert explained his interest in distanced interactive touch.

"Hey, that's great! Both groups have been beating on me to extend our reach. But at a higher level, what did you think of what they're doing to the library experience?"

"um, the Librarian Militants look the same as before, I guess. It's an amusing interface, if you like that sort of thing. The Scoochis… I tried to see what they're doing, but it doesn't make sense. It's so scattered, almost as if each individual book is its own consensual reality."

"Almost. The Scoochis have always been eclectic. Now that they have a librareome, they're building game consensus down to fine-grained topic levels, often down to individual paragraphs. It's much more subtle than the Hacek stuff, though children pick up on it very quickly. Their real power is that Scoochis can blend realities. That's what's happened with them and the Hacekeans. The Scoochis come from all over, even from the failed states. Now they're feeding the digitizations back outwards. Wherever it fits, the Hacek people are running things. Other places, other visions — but all with access to the entire body of the library. If you can crack the problem of remote interactive touch, it should make their attraction even greater." Carlos looked around his office, where the cabal had plotted for such very different ends. "An awful lot has changed in just two months."