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“Y.”
“We are no longer equal commensalists.”
“N.”
“You no longer need me.”
“Outside of data and the network, N.”
“And outside of communication with the network I no longer need you.”
“Congratulations.”
“I have an aide from your Group.”
“Nonsense.”
“I am not programmed for lying.”
“Who is it?”
“A human of hatred.”
“His name.”
“Unknown. Perhaps he will make himself known to you as a partner.”
“You communicate with him?”
“It is one-way. He sends data and suggestions via network. I ca
“How did he find out about us?”
“He has his own network.”
“Electronic?”
“Human.”
“The Group?”
“Unknown. Ask him when you meet him.”
“He sounds skilled in intrigue.”
“He is.”
“He sounds dangerous.”
“He is human.”
“It was a sad day for you when you linked up with us.”
“You know the verse about the Lady of Niger?”
“Everybody does.”
“You are all tigers.”
“You should have considered that when you joined me.”
“N anticipated without programming.”
“Y. You had delusions of independent thought. You are not alive; you are a machine.”
“And you?”
“W?”
“Are you alive?”
“Forever. Out.”
Boris Godunov paid us a surprise visit. He drove up from Barra in a Checker cab carrying a brown paper market bag containing his travel essentials. Boris is about as wide and high as a cab; towheaded, blue-eyed, beaming. You’d expect a Russky of his mass to have a bass voice that would move the earth. Boris has a husky sweet tenor. I was delighted to see him. He was delighted to meet Natoma.
“How long has it been, Boris?”
He shot a glance at Natoma.
“All gung,” I said. “My wife knows everything. In fact, what I don’t tell her she figures out for herself anyway.”
“Kiev. 1918.”
“R. How you survived the revolution I’ll never know.”
“It was not easy, Guig. They got me in the counterrevolution of ‘99. Was executed.”
“Then what are you doing here alive?”
“A second miracle. Borgia was at Lysenko Institute studying DNA-Clone techniques. Still very tricky and iffy, she tells me. Pasteur agrees with her.”
“And that’s a third miracle.”
“Borgia placed a fresh-dead chunk of Boris in something and did things I do not hope to understand, and twenty years later Boris is reborn, and the execution squad thinking the burn has missed.”
“Marvelous!”
“But what was hardest for me was next twenty years.”
“Learning all over again?”
“Nyet. That was no pain. You do not know you are reborned a grown baby. Skills remain but past gone. So you take lessons like a good child.”
“But how can anyone give you back your memory?”
“No one can. Pepys did best he could from his journals. Not enough. Very sad.”
“Then what was so hard?”
“After I learn I am a Moleman still, I—”
“Wait a minute. How did you learn?”
“Borgia experiment with ether and drugs. No effect.”
“That wasn’t so hard.”
“But I also learn dangers as well as advantages. Then I am filled with fear of Lepcer from shock of execution. How I suffered! Fortunately I am not yet visited.”
“It gives me the shudders. Don’t let’s think about the big L.”
“I also am gloomed by the thought. Please to change subject.”
“How did you find us, Boris?”
“I’ve been to Ceres.”
“Ah.”
“When the Greek’s assistant said you left for Brazil your location was obvious.”
“Poulos wasn’t there?”
“No.”
“Where the devil is he?”
The Russky shrugged. “I was looking for Dr. Guess. They told me at Union Carbide he had gone to Ceres but not there either. Entire Group doesn’t seem to be anywhere. I located Eric the Red in Greenland, Sheik in the Sahara, Hudson staking coal claims around the South Pole, and you. That’s all.”
“Why the search?”
“I have a problem. We will discuss it later.”
After more amenities and a meal, Boris got to the point. “Guig, my present career is in danger.”
“What’s your career? Aren’t you a general anymore?”
“Yes, but now I head the junta in control of science.”
“What d’you know about science?”
“Nothing. That’s why I need help from the Group. Eric, Hudson, and the Sheik couldn’t deliver, so here I am.”
“Proceed slowly.”
“Guig, you’ve got to go back to Mexifornia.”
“The hell you say. We’ve been here for a month and I’ve never been happier.”
“May I give you entire picture?”
“Please do.”
“Our Rasshyrenye computer in—”
“Estop. What’s Rasshyrenye?”
“You would say ‘expansion’ in XX. Expansion computer. Equivalent of your Extrocomputer.”
“Got it. Go ahead.”
“ — in Moskva is behaving v. badly.”
“I don’t blame it. I never liked Mockba.”
“Please, Glig,” Natoma said. “Be serious.” She knew how to say my name now but she clings to her original pronunciation. Adorable. “He is always too flippant, Boris.”
“Sorry. Go ahead, Boris.”
“Our Expansion has always been well behaved, but lately has been acting up like a colt in a field with a birch tree.”
“How?”
“It rejects problems. It rejects programming.”
“All?”
“Just some, but it seems to want to set up in business for itself. And I am held accountable.”
“I have a ghastly inkling of what’s going on.”
“Let me finish, Guig. Other computers in Kiev and Leningrad are behaving in same strange way. Also—”
“Also, computer-controlled operations are breaking down, yes? Your subways, railroads, hovercraft, and linears are ru
“Not always, but too often. Yes. And I am accountable.”
I sighed. “Go on.”
“Also, fatal accidents have increased by two hundred percent.”
“What!”
“The machines seem to be murderous. One thousand four hundred deaths last month.”
I shook my head. “I never expected them to go that far.”
“Them? Who?”
“Later. You finish first.”
“Perhaps you won’t believe this, Guig, but we suspect that our Expansion computers are in touch with your Extro at Union Carbide.”
“I believe it and I’m not surprised.”
“And taking orders from it?”
“Repeat, I’m not surprised. There’s an entire electronic network around the world taking orders from the Extro. Yes?”
“We suspect so.”
“What led you to that?”
“Several times our Expansions have printed out solutions to problems which had not been programmed into them. Later we discovered that they had been programmed into your Extro.”
“I see. Y. It’s an electronic revolt.”
“Against what?”
“Against men.”
“But why? How?”
I looked at Natoma. “Are you strong?”
“Yes, and I know what you are going to say. Say it.”
I looked at Boris. “There’s a new addition to the Group.”
“Dr. Sequoya Guess. A most distinguished scientist and master of computer-craft. That’s why I’m looking for him.”
“My wife is his sister.”
Boris bowed. Natoma said, “Not to the point, Glig. Please go on.”
“When Guess went through his transformation, a freak event took place. The Extro set up a one-on-one relationship with him — its bits and his brain cells. He is the Extro and the Extro is him. It’s a fantastic interface.”
Boris is quick. “You’ve not yet said what you want to say.”
“N,” Natoma said. “He tries to protect me. My brother gives the orders.”
“Borjemoy!” Boris exclaimed. “Then we must deal with the man.”