Mark Tiedemann - Chimera

Derec had found positronic nodes within the brain mass, though their links to the actual neurons of the brain were difficult to determine. Fine cables now entered the tissue, feeding back into the interface, connecting it to Thales.

Derec looked around at the others. Rana sat at the main board, monitoring the link. Palen, Harwol, Masid, and Polifos stood on the opposite side of the platform. Baxin sat nearby, with two of Harwol's agents.

Thales/Bogard stood behind them.

"Whatever you can give us, Thales," Derec said.

"Very well. I am translating through my own language processors. Stand by."

Silence stretched.

A loud hiss emerged from the speakers. Three screens flickered to life. The far left-hand screen displayed alphanumerics. Derec recognized the symbology-inferential calculus and asymptotic series, standard approaches to positronic interactions-but the groupings did not appear logical. As the symbols flowed by, he spotted an equation that startled him:

Then:

He recognized it out of combinatorial topology, but its use here baffled him. "You're copying this to Ariel, Thales?"

"Yes, Derec." Thales paused. "I am seeing invariant topologies expressed in Poincarй Sets. I surmise these are serving as anchor points between the organic neuronal structural and the positronic matrix. "

"I'm glad you have some idea what it means. "

The second screen showed abstract shapes broken at intervals by recognizable objects-faces, buildings, rooms. A catalogue of visual memory, delivered in a form Derec comprehended from ordinary positronic excavations.

The third screen seemed to be nothing more than lists. Places, names, things.

The speakers popped loudly. Then: "My owaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The hiss seemed to modulate, then fade.

In a faint voice, sexless and tired: "Make it stop."

Derec took a step toward Rana.

"It moves! That's what I like, more juice, give me some of that and that and turn it around again, stop it!"

"Thales?" Derec prompted.

"The memory is stored nonhierarchically," Thales said. "More like a human brain, although storage is discreet rather than undifferentiated. I am trying other nodes."

The speaker crackled. "Kill it! What business does it have doing like that? I came here expecting nothing! Pull that or put it away I can do better than-"

"Derec," Thales said, "I have identified a structure that seems to be a positronic external interface. "

"We can talk to it?" Rana asked, surprised.

"You can't have that, it's too complex and I'm too one thing or another! Get out of my borrowed-"

"Perhaps," Thales said. "It depends on how reliable the connections are to the rest of the brain. It is presently generating conceptual axioms similar to an organic condition known as Korsakov's Syndrome. Imposing order may not be possible."

"Let's try it," Derec said. "It is now active."

"Can you hear me?" Derec called out. Silence.

"Do you have a name?"

"Several," the speaker said. "Call me Shit For Brains, like Greeshal does when I don't answer right away, nice guy Greeshal, should see me now, what do you want?"

"I want the name you prefer. "

"Cordios."

"What are you, Cordios?"

"The answer to your problem."

"Do I have a problem?"

"A lot of problems. Main one, you're alive."

"So are you. Is that a problem, too?"

"Wrong. Wrong. Error. Sorry."

"You aren't alive?"

"Not since I was born."

"When was that?"

"Before I died."

"Cordios, do you remember becoming what you are?"

"Do you remember being born?" it asked.

"No."

"Then you must be human."

"Do you remember being born?" Derec asked.

"Light, fade, pinpricks all through my head, I have now taken up the heat. Little nits chasing around through my spleen, see them run, see them caught and added to the dog. Everything hurts it feels right, for once I'm growing, I hear, I see, I touch when I want to…no, I don't remember being born, just being reborn. The clarity! Look-at-that! If you made this then you must be good for something. Little shits can't even reflect light, but boy do they inspire! Watch me Mommy while I kill the cat! If you don't want me to break my toys then don't give them to me, hypocrite, liar, that's human, too. Left me here and all I did was breathe. Now I don't even have to do that. Some things are worth dying for, you should see it from the other side. "

"What is this?" Harwol asked. "This doesn't make any sense."

"You want sense, tissue? Try this: evolution has infinite vectors, most of them unrecognized, a lot of them artificial. Evolution by design only happens when design evolves. Riddle, riddles, junior piddles, spank him nice and kill him twice. You're all obsolete. Look at me, I'm the new standard."

Thunder burst from the speaker then, fading quickly to a whisper, then silence.

"The interface has been deactivated, Derec," Thales said. "Why?"

"I do not know."

"You had no reason-?"

"I did not deactivate it. The subject did."

"What does that mean?" Palen asked.

"It means," Derec said, "that this thing is still self-aware. It shut down the interface."

"Is that possible, boss?" Rana asked.

"I wouldn't have thought so. But…Thales, see what you can salvage, then terminate the subject."

"I may have a problem with that, Derec."

"What's that?"

"Is it human?"

Derec considered the question. "I see. Then just terminate the excavation. I'll deal with the remains."

"Yes, Derec. "

The names still danced across the third screen, but now the other two showed nothing.

"Thales, do you have any identification on the names being displayed?"

"Yes, Derec. They are several lists combined. I have names of people currently employed in warehouses, shipping departments, and ITE offices. Dockworkers. Transportation specialists. There is a separate list of merchant ships. A considerable amount validates the information given by Yuri Pocivil. Another list of people and places which I infer from the locations are on Settler colonies. There is also a list matching files Ariel instructed me to locate regarding the kidnappings which precipitated the investigation that closed Nova Levis."

"They're all the victims?"

"Yes, Derec."

"I see. Copy all this to Ariel."

Derec walked away from the station. He could feel everyone watching him.

"So, now what?" Masid asked.

"We have to find them," Derec said.

"'Them '?"

"The rest. The cyborgs."

"So, now you're convinced there's more than one," Harwol said.

"Something like this…yes, I am. And we have to find them and stop them. "

"Stop them from what?" Palen asked.

"Taking our place." Coren, Ariel, and Ambassador Setaris filled separate screens mounted on the wall of Palen's private office. Harwol, Hofton, Masid, and Derec filled chairs around her desk.

"Pocivil hasn't shut up since he agreed to talk, " Palen said. "So far we've identified twenty-six locations for contraband, illegal transport, and warehousing on the ground, and seven bays here that are regular stops for the black market."

"Has he said anything about the operations being shut down?" Coren asked.

"That's why he was heading back to Cassus Thole," Palen replied. "Operations on Earth are finished-so he says, anyway. Frankly, I doubt that."

"Maybe a temporary hiatus," Ariel said. "They ceased before, after Wenithal's investigation."

"We're prepared to move on all the sites," Harwol said. "Some of them are Spacer-owned, Ambassador Burgess. We're waiting on you to clear us."

Ariel frowned. "Derec, the cyborg-I went over the autopsy and excavation reports a little while ago. How many of these do you think there could be?"

"I have no way of knowing," Derec said. "Seems safe to assume at least two of them-the one we have and the one down there. Blood scans confirm that this one here is not the same one that was in the cargo bin with the baleys. But as for how many there might be…" He shrugged.