Ramez Naam - Nexus
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Within it… business attire. Pants and a button-down shirt. A wallet with tens of thousands of baht in it in paper bills. A wig, short black hair, conventional looking. So, Tuksin liked to dress up like a layperson some times. Interesting.
The probe beeped softly again. He retrieved it from the terminal. The tiny display showed success in copying the data.
He slid the clothes back where he had found them, surveyed the room to ensure it was exactly as he'd found it, then let himself out the door and locked it behind him.
Kade came to his senses to the sound of his slate chiming at him. It was the insistent chime, the one that signaled a real-time connection request from one of his high-priority contacts.
He rolled off the bed and got it. Sam was sitting upright, watching him.
[Incoming video call from Ilyana Alexander. Accept? Y/N]
"It's Ilya," he said to Sam. "Can I take it?"
"Go ahead," she replied. "But you can't tell her anything."
Kade nodded grimly. He hit Y, angled the slate such that Sam wouldn't be visible.
Ilya's face appeared on the screen.
"Kade! I'm so glad you answered. Are you OK?"
"Hey, Ilya. Yeah, I'm fine."
"You look like shit! I heard you were mugged."
"Yeah, it's true. How'd you hear that?"
"Someone posted it from the conference. Grad student mugged last night. Also that he had a great poster. Also that there was an explosion and a double murder in Bangkok near where he was mugged. Any connection?"
Kade sighed, aware that Sam was watching him. "Only to the poster. I think they mugged me 'cuz they didn't like my graphs."
Ilya chuckled.
"How're you holding up, Kade?"
"Good. The mugging sucked. But, you know, the conference is going well. I met Professor Shu."
"Yeah? What's she like?"
He hesitated. "She's charming. Really charming . She invited me to come out to Shanghai. Maybe in August or so. She might invite Rangan too."
"Oooh, aren't you the jet-setter?"
Kade chuckled in return.
"You really OK, Kade?"
He forced himself to smile. Ilya would know that he couldn't tell her anything useful. She was just calling to let him know that she cared. She was calling to lend him strength.
"Yeah, Ilya. Thank you. I'm really OK."
She looked skeptical. "OK. I'll let you go, I guess. Sorry to call so late."
The screen said 1.12am. It must be, what, noon back home? Eleven?
"No problem."
She smiled at him. His heart melted. He missed her. He missed Rangan. He would find a way out of this. He would.
She reached forward to disconnect.
"Ilya… hold on."
"Sure, Kade. What's up?"
How could he express this? How could he say this without getting at the issues he couldn't talk about? Issues he didn't even want Sam to clue into.
The world was going mad around him. What he wanted was a check on his sanity.
"Ilya. It's really pretty intense here. There's a lot of stuff you don't see in the States, you know. Really provocative stuff."
Ilya nodded. "Yeah. I hear Thailand is that way."
He still didn't know how to approach this. He tried. "Ilya… in your essays. You talk about increasing access to trans-human tech. You talk about all the upsides. Do you ever worry about it being misused?"
She nodded. "Yeah, Kade. Of course. We've talked about this. Everything gets misused, sometimes. People will do all sorts of nasty shit with transhuman tech. But through history, when people have had the chance to use technology to improve their own lives, they've done a lot of good along with the harm. The good has more than outweighed the bad. Dramatically so. That's the only reason we're here today."
Kade nodded. "Yeah."
He wanted to ask his friend directly what he should do. He couldn't do that. Couldn't give any of this away. Not with Sam right there. Not over an ordinary video call over an ordinary slate.
"What about… what if only a few have it?"
"You mean if only the rich have a technology? Only the powerful? Or only the elites?"
Kade nodded.
"Broad dissemination and individual choice turn most technologies into a plus. If only the elites have access, it's a dystopia. The worse events in history… The worst atrocities… Maybe half of them arose directly because the powerful had a monopoly or a near-monopoly on some key capability."
Kade nodded. "Yeah. That's what I thought you would say."
She peered at him. "You sure you're OK, Kade?"
He smiled. "Better all the time, Ilya. Thank you. Thanks for calling."
She smiled at him. He could see the worry in her eyes, but she did her best. He wished he could touch her mind.
"I love you, Kade." She smirked at him. "Like a brother, I mean. I know Rangan loves you too."
Something relaxed inside him. Some tiny fraction of the tension in his body dissipated.
"I love you too, Ilya. Both of you. Tell Rangan I said so."
She smiled. The call ended.
Kade lay back in the bed. He had known what Ilya thought, but it was good to hear it again. He would follow the path she would choose. As soon as he figured out how.
He heard Sam resettle herself into her bedroll on the floor.
"Kade?" she said.
"Yeah?"
"Don't get any stupid ideas."
Wats slid the probe into his own terminal, opened the files to view them. Encrypted. The data from Tuksin's phone and terminal were completely encrypted. He'd expected that. He inputted the print pattern he'd lifted from the scanner. Still encrypted. A password required in addition. He frowned in annoyance.
He connected to a site he knew in Mumbai. He spent a moment specifying what he needed, entering in the parameters of his problem, and then submitted the request for a bid.
A few minutes later the bid came back. He whistled softly. It was high. He had the funds to pay it, but it was a non-trivial amount of money. This trip was rapidly exhausting the remaining balance of the settlement the Corps had given him. He paused for a moment, weighing his options. It was really no choice at all. He was committed to this course of action. More money could always be found later.
He accepted the bid, uploaded the data.
Two thousand miles away, a server in Mumbai received the data he transmitted. It analyzed the problem, broke it down into pieces, broke the pieces down into fragments, broke the fragments down into shards, and then distributed those shards to its worker devices.
Around the world, a network of more than two million compromised computers, slates, phones, gaming rigs, VR booths, and other devices, all operating unbeknownst to their owners, received their instructions, and began to explore the space of possible passwords, searching for the single pattern that would unlock Cham Phrom Tuksin's encrypted files.
31
FROM A FRIEND
Thursday dawned slowly. The alarm was beeping again. Kade slapped it off. Sam was in the shower. She felt pensive.
Kade felt numb. He'd left the serenity package on overnight. Everything about his situation felt distant, unreal.
He could see no way to avoid Friday without harming others he felt responsible for. The best he could do was play along with the ERD, and hope that nothing bad came of it.
The time would come when he would break free. He wasn't sure when or where or how, but it would come. He would bide his time, and watch, and wait, and be ready when the opportunity arose.
Sam came out of the shower, clothes already on. "Your turn."
He showered. His bruise was fading. He dressed. They ate in silence. A taxi driven by one of their escorts drove them to the conference. He attended sessions. Sam was with him constantly. One of their escorts was always in sight. When he went to the restroom, an armed man followed him in.
At 2.58pm, between sessions, Kade saw Somdet Phra Ananda approaching him. He felt Sam tense through the link, felt her awareness of the pistol concealed in the small of her back, the knives in her boots, the positions of their two support shooters, the ceramic guns loaded with graphene-tipped rounds concealed under their blazers.
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