Tony Ballantyne - Recursion

“Sit on that sofa,” said Robert, pointing to the one opposite. “I’m arranging it so we can see everything from the conversation area.”

Herb stepped out of the puddle and sat down opposite Robert.

A sudden jerk pushed him back into his seat. It was followed by two more that knocked him over to the left.

“Sorry. I’m just trying to get the gravity field adjusted. We barely got enough exotic matter in the division to enable the warp jump. There’s not much left over to maintain gravity.” Robert grimaced. “If the enemy gets us in a steep enough gravity gradient, we’ll be smeared across the inside of this ship like butter.”

“Thanks,” said Herb, turning pale.

“Actually, that won’t happen,” Robert said happily. “I forgot. The hull is so weak after the separation, the ship will crumple along with us. It will be like sending a bag of blood through a mangle.”

Herb moaned.

Robert paused in his work and looked at him.

“Don’t worry, Herb. There’s nothing to worry about. We’re going to win. Just remember, the EA AI is far more intelligent than anything in the Enemy Domain. It’s not about the Enemy’s greater strength, it’s about the intelligent application of force. Ask any swordsman: the point beats the edge every time.”

“I’m not comforted,” said Herb.

“Well, I tried.” Robert sighed.

Herb was shaken around on the sofa by another series of violent jerks. Throughout the sudden shuddering motion he could sense a steady acceleration, usually hidden by the internal gravity field.

A mapping of the Enemy Domain suddenly appeared above their heads, a cloud of silver and rose with significant features picked out in gold and blue. Robert gazed up at it and nodded in satisfaction. It vanished and Robert turned and looked at several of the viewing fields he had opened up around the ship, checking that everything was okay.

“Have you got your VNM?” he asked Herb, who wordlessly held it up. Tiny scarlet drops of his blood shimmered on the edge of the sharp metal points that had cut their way through the thick linen cloth in which the machine was wrapped. Herb hadn’t even felt any pain. The ship’s gravity cut out again and he felt himself pushed back against the seat. Herb wondered why it was necessary to travel quite so fast. What was the point when they were about to make a jump? They would only have to slow down again at the other end.

“Can you think of anything we’ve forgotten?” Robert asked, his gaze still traveling from viewing field to viewing field.

“No,” said Herb. He wished he could think of something.

“Okay, here we go, then.”

When he was younger, Herb had thought he knew all about superluminal travel. He was now just old enough to admit that he didn’t. The AIs insisted that the methods used were beyond human intelligence, and no human had yet been able to contradict them. Herb did understand the basic principles, however.

He knew that special relativity dictated that it was impossible to travel faster than light in an area of flat space-time; however, he also knew that general relativity placed no restrictions on two regions of flat space-time moving apart at greater than light speed. The equations describing a warp field that could move a region of flat space-time faster than light had been derived long ago, at the end of the twentieth century, before even the first AIs had appeared. Human intelligence had shown that exotic matter was required in order for the fields to exist.

It was fair to say that contemporary AIs insisted that the superluminal travel they provided was far removed from those “trivial” equations, but they did agree on two particulars.

First, the warp drive required exotic matter.

Second, it involved moving a region of flat space-time around the universe.

Herb was in such a region now. And the ship’s velocity within that flat region must be considerable.

Herb wondered why.

They inserted themselves back into regular space-time. The forward-viewing areas lit up with brilliant white light. Those to the rear of the cabin darkened.

“Atomic explosion,” Robert said in some surprise. “Their detection systems are better than I expected, as are their reactions. If we were at rest relative to the warp, we’d have been right at the heart of that. As it is, we’ve probably got the length of this sentence before they get a lock on us again. Ah! Got it!”

“Got what?” called Herb.

“The security web monitoring this system. I’ve altered our status flag to “friendly object.” See what I mean when I talk about superior intelligence? It’s not about having a stronger hull or more powerful weaponry. The battles of the twenty-third century aren’t fought by AIs. They’re fought inside AIs.”

“Wha-?”

The viewing screens glared brightly again. This time the ceiling darkened.

“What was that?” Herb shouted.

“Another atomic. There is a second web watching the first, monitoring its integrity. It noted our changes and launched another attack. I jumped us forward a couple of light seconds to escape the blast. Don’t worry, I’ve also tackled the second web.”

“Does that mean we’re safe now?”

“We’ve always been safe. If, however, you mean, ‘Will we be attacked again?’ then I’m afraid the answer is yes. We can’t stay hidden forever. The surveillance systems will take counter-countermeasures against our countermeasures.”

Johnston reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his white handkerchief. He flapped it twice in the air and then spread it flat on the sofa next to him.

“Okay, Herb. Now to replenish this ship’s mass. The planet below has been converted by saliva nanotechs. Are you aware of the term?”

“Yes.”

Robert felt in a pocket and pulled out a silver cigar-shaped machine which Herb recognized as one of his own VNMs, placing it on the white handkerchief.

“The term ‘saliva nanotech’ was coined by Katie Kirkham,” he explained.

“I know,” said Herb.

“It describes a simple VNM, the principal use of which is to convert matter into suitable building material for other VNMs. It obviates the need for a stomach or other such device being built into the principal VNMs in an area, thus speeding up the rate of replication, and hence construction.”

“I know,” said Herb. “I said I’d heard the term before.”

“Drop a few saliva nanotechs in a suitable area, leave them for a while, and when you return you have ready-processed material for other VNMs to use.”

“I know .” Herb was becoming quite angry. “I also know that you use them with caution. You don’t want them getting away and converting everything around. And that you have to tailor them to the prevailing conditions. Those set to find and reclaim silicon would be no good in water.”

Robert ignored him. He waved a hand at the VNM he had taken from Herb’s accidentally destroyed planet.

“This machine that you built does its own conversion. Its silvery color is due to the prevailing mineral content of the area of the planet where it was released. If someone were to travel over your converted planet, I imagine the color of the machines and makeup of the machines they saw would vary according to the former local geology.”

“That’s right. I know. I designed it.”

Robert looked a little surprised.

“Surely you mean, you purchased the design for a type six self-replicating machine and made the appropriate modifications?”

Realization flashed through Herb. It finally hit him. He finally understood.

“You’re doing this deliberately, aren’t you? Every time things get tense. You do your best to get me annoyed, just to take my mind off things.”