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Brawne tries to scream her thoughts—does scream her thoughts—but no communication is possible above the end-of-the-universe mental din, so she holds tight to Joh
Then they are through, floating quietly along a wide and azure data stream, both of them re-forming and huddling together with that pulse-pounding sense of deliverance known by canoeists who have survived the rapids and the waterfall, and when Brawne finally lifts her attention, she sees the impossible size of their new surroundings, the light-year-spa
–No, Brawne, it’s one of the periphery nodes. No closer to the Core than the perimeter we rested with BB Surbringer. You’re merely seeing more dimensions of it. An AI’s view, if you will.
Brawne looks at Joh
–Is it much farther, Joh
–No, not much farther now.
They approach another black vortex. Brawne clings to her only love and closes her eyes.
They are in an… enclosure… a bubble of black energy larger than most worlds. The bubble is translucent; the organic mayhem of the megasphere growing and changing and carrying out its arcane business beyond the dark curve of the ovoid’s wall.
But Brawne has no interest in the outside. Her analog gaze and her total attention are focused on the megalith of energy and intelligence and sheer mass which floats in front of them: in front, above, and below, actually, for the mountain of pulsing light and power holds Joh
The megalith studies them. It has no eyes in the organic sense, but Brawne feels the intensity of its gaze. It reminds her of the time she visited Meina Gladstone in Government House and the CEO had turned the full force of her appraising gaze on Brawne.
Brawne has the sudden impulse to giggle as she imagines Joh
[You found your way here\ I was not sure you would/could/should choose to do so]
The megalith’s “voice” is more a basso profundo bone conduction from some great vibration than a true voice in Brawne’s mind. It is like listening to the mountain-grinding noise of an earthquake and then belatedly realizing that the sounds are forming words.
Joh
–I did not know if I could find the way, Ummon.
[You remember/invent/hold to your heart my name]
–Not until I spoke it did I remember it.
[Your slow-time body is no more]
–I have died twice since you sent me to my birth.
[And have you learned/taken to your spirit/unlearned anything from this]
Brawne grips Joh
–It is hard to die. Harder to live.
[Kwatz!]
With that explosive epithet the megalith before them shifts colors, internal energies building from blues to violets to bold reds, the thing’s corona crackling through the yellows to forged steel blue-white. The “palm” on which they rest quivers, drops five meters, almost tumbles them into space, and quivers again. There comes the rumble of tall buildings collapsing, of mountainsides sliding away into avalanche.
Brawne has the distinct impression that Ummon is laughing.
Joh
–We need to understand some things. We need answers, Ummon.
Brawne feels the creature’s intense “gaze” fall on her.
[Your slow-time body is pregnant\ Would you risk a miscarriage/nonextension of your DNA/biological malfunction by traveling here]
Joh
–I had no choice. The Shrike chose me, touched me, and sent me into the megasphere with Joh
[Kwatz!]
There is no sense of laughter this time, but thunder rumbles throughout the egg-chamber.
[Are you /Brawne Lamia/ the layers of self-replicating /self-deprecating/ self-amusing proteins between the layers of clay]
She has nothing to say and for once says nothing.
[Yes/I am Ummon of the Core/AI\ Your fellow slow-time creature here knows/ remembers/takes unto his heart this\ Time is short\ One of you must die here now\ One of you must learn here now\ Ask your questions]
Joh
–What is happening to the Web?
[It is being destroyed]
–Must that happen?
[Yes]
–Is there any way to save humankind?
[Yes\ By the process you see]
–By destroying the Web? By the Shrike’s terror?
[Yes]
–Why was I murdered? Why was my cybrid destroyed, my Core persona attacked?
[When you meet a swordsman, meet him with a sword\ Do not offer a poem to anyone but a poet]
Brawne stares at Joh
–Jesus, Joh
[Kwatz!]
The universe of their megalith shakes with laughter-spasms again.
–Was I a swordsman then? sends Joh
[Yes\ There is never one without the other]
–Did they kill me because of what I knew?
[Because of what you might become/inherit/submit to]
–Was I a threat to some element of the Core?
[Yes]
–Am I a threat now?
[No]
–Then I no longer have to die?
[You must/will/shall]
Brawne can see Joh
Blinks in the direction of the megalith AI.
–Can you tell us who wants to murder him?
[Of course\ It is the same source who arranged for your father’s murder\ Who sent forth the scourge you call the Shrike\ Who even now murders the Hegemony of Man\ Do you wish to listen/learn/ release against your heart these things]
Joh
–Yes!
Ummon’s bulk seems to shift. The black egg expands, then contracts, then grows darker until the megasphere beyond is no more. Terrible energies glow deep in the AI.
[A lesser light asks Ummon//
What are the activities of a sramana>//
Ummon answers//
I have not the slightest idea\//