Ramez Naam - Nexus

Kade set his mouth in a grim line. Blackmail, he thought to himself. Just fucking blackmail.

"What about my friends?" he asked. "The people who were at the party?"

Becker nodded. "You care about your friends. That's good. They're in pretty deep piles of shit themselves. The DEA wants to press possession charges against everyone who was there last night, and distribution charges against everyone who helped throw the event. Our own prosecutor wants to level Chandler Act violations at you, Rangan Shankari, Watson Cole, and Ilyana Alexander."

Becker paused and shook his head. "But if we have your full and complete cooperation, we can waive most of those charges."

Kade winced. Nexus possession had mandatory minimums of two years, not to mention likely expulsion from any decent school and never getting a job in science or research in the future. Distribution had a minimum of seven years. Names and faces swam through his head. Antonio. Rita. Sven. All the people that had helped with the party, that had been responsible for giving out doses to other attendees. A lot of people could go to jail for a long time.

And as for Rangan, Ilya, and Wats… They'd face the same penalties he would. Decades in a National Security Internment Center. Life maybe. His face was hot. He wanted to throw up at the thought of it.

Poker face, Kade. Poker face.

He straightened up a bit. He'd be damned if he'd break down here.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"We want you to get close to someone," Becker replied. "A fellow scientist, in another country. We want you to apply for a position in their lab after your PhD. We want you to keep us informed regarding their work."

"You want me to spy for you," Kade said.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because the scientist we want you to spy on may be doing some very bad things," Becker answered. "Murder. Political assassination. Mind control. That sort of thing."

"And why me?" Kade asked.

"Because this scientist appears to have taken an interest in your work," Becker told him. "And, now that we know what you've really been doing, we can see why."

"Who are we talking about here?" Kade asked.

"You find that out if you agree. If not, you go to jail just wondering."

Kade drummed his fingers on the table. Spying on a fellow scientist. He felt dirty.

"You said most of the charges?" he asked. "What are you offering?"

Becker nodded. "Everyone there gets probation and mandatory drug testing for three years. They pass, it's gone from their record. You, Shankari, Cole, and Alexander are on a lifelong watch list. Mandatory testing. No use of advanced computing, bio, neuro, or nano tools, including Nexus. You're blacklisted for all federal science funding. No jail time."

Kade's vision dimmed. No funding. No computing or bio. No Nexus. They're taking everything I care about away, he thought. He couldn't breathe for a moment.

"There is one way you can stay in science," Holtzmann commented.

Kade looked up at him. "How?"

"You could come work for me," Holtzmann said. "Here at the ERD, you'd be doing work to serve your country. Under strict supervision, of course."

I'd rather lobotomize myself with a spoon, Kade thought.

"I understand this is a hard pill to swallow," Becker said. "But it's a lot better than life in prison."

Is it?

The world was spinning around him. He couldn't see straight. This was a nightmare.

"There's one more condition," Becker was saying. "You hand over all the work you've done on Nexus to us, and you walk our research team through what you've built and how."

"I…" Kade started. "I just need some time to think about this…"

Becker nodded again. "Fine. Think about it. But don't think too long. We can hide that you're in our custody for a few more hours. After that it'll be difficult. And if it's known that we had you, you'll be of no use to us. You'll get the book thrown at you."

The guards took him back to his cell. Kade lay on the cot and closed his eyes. Faces swam through his vision again. All the people who would be fucked if he didn't agree to this.

And if he did agree to spy for them? If he did, then he might be helping the ERD screw over some scientist who was guilty of nothing. He'd be signing on to an organization that was almost his complete opposite in ideology.

But I'd have options, he thought to himself. I wouldn't be in jail. I'd be working for them overseas. I could find a way out…

I'd be part of a system I hate.

He wished his parents were alive. Dennis and Cheryl Lane had been scientists, a high energy physicist and a research biologist, until a highway crash had taken both their lives late last year. He could use their counsel now. What would they say if they were here?

A scientist is responsible for the consequences of his or her work. His dad had drilled that into his head again and again.

The consequences of my work are jail for dozens of my friends. Unless I do what the ERD wants.

His thoughts chased their own tails for an hour. No matter how he looked at it, staying out of jail, keeping his friends out of jail, was better than having them all locked away. He couldn't have that many destroyed lives on his conscience. He had to make amends for leading so many people into trouble. His decision was clear. It left a vile taste in his mouth. So be it.

BRIEFING

ARYAN RISING (aka RED THURSDAY) [Event]

[Organization] [Year : 2030]

The Aryan Rising incident (2030) was an attempt to wipe out the bulk of humanity, paving the way for the repopulation of the world by a race of genetically engineered neo-Nazi transhumans.

On May 16th, 2030, the US public awoke to news of mass deaths in Laramie, Wyoming. [See RED THURSDAY] American News Network and other news sources broadcast gruesome images of citizens of Laramie vomiting blood and collapsing in the street. National Guard and FBI Bioterror quickly established a cordon around the town, which they maintained throughout the incident.

Rapid sequencing established that the deaths were due to a heavily modified airborne variant of the Marburg virus, dubbed Marburg Red. Within four days, ninety per cent of the residents of Laramie were dead, with a total death toll over thirty-one thousand. Heroic measures and the extremely short incubation time of the viral variant prevented the spread of Marburg Red beyond Laramie.

In the aftermath of the attack, investigators discovered a compound to the west of Laramie containing one hundred and twenty-eight cloned children, in eight batches of sixteen, ranging in age from three to fifteen, and dozens of bodies of deceased adults. Subsequent investigation revealed that the cloned children had been created by a group referring to themselves as the "Aryan Rising", and specifically engineered for immunity to Marburg Red, as part of an ideologically driven plot to wipe out "inferior races" and replace them with ethnically pure Übermenschen.

Recordings from within the compound showed a group of the children deliberately releasing an early variant of Marburg Red months ahead of schedule, thus killing their creators and wiping out the nearby town. Had Marburg Red's creators been able to finish their design work and induce a longer incubation time, the death toll would have been far higher.

Public reaction was at first horrified, and subsequently extremely critical of FBI and DHS for their failure to prevent the attack. The event occurred near the peak of DWITY abduction and mind control incidents, and on the heels of the Yucca Grove outbreak of Communion virus in 2028, and the deadly Eschaton computer attack of 2029.

The combined public outrage from these events led to a steep drop in popularity of President Owen Asher and a marked increase in public support for laws restricting research into genetics, cloning, nanotechnology, artificial intelligence, and any approach to creating "super-human" beings.