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“God, no,” Gabrielle whispered in disbelief. “The renegade Hyperion. The one that murdered—”

“The very one,” DuQuesne’s face was dark, and Simon thought he saw, unbelievably, a trace of fear as well as anger and sadness.

“And now she’s loose in the Arena,” Saul closed his eyes and shook his head.

“So
she
was the one you didn’t want following us.” Ariane said, apparently putting some things together. “And I suppose her name isn’t even Shoshana.”

“Not that far off.” DuQuesne looked into the distance sadly, and Wu Kung’s face was suddenly filled with horror and confusion.

“No, DuQuesne!” he said in shock. “No, not her!”

“Yes, Wu. I’m sorry.” He looked momentarily at Saul, then at the still-questioning eyes of Ariane. “She always uses a variant of her real name…though,” he continued with a twisted smile, “never her last name. Just her first.” He gazed out a window, clearly seeing something else…
A ghost,
Simon suddenly knew,
a terrible broken vengeful ghost from the past that never leaves him.

“Just…Maria-Susanna.”

Chapter 4.

Ariane looked at the mixture of anger, sorrow, and pain on DuQuesne’s face, and the horror on that of the Hyperion Monkey King, and instantly understood. “Oh, my god,” she murmured. “She was one of the five, wasn’t she?”

“Yeah,” DuQuesne said slowly. “One of us. One of the best of us, in the beginning.”

“Five?” Simon echoed.

She glanced at DuQuesne; he said nothing, but gave a very brief nod.

But she didn’t have to speak. Instead, Saul Maginot sighed and said “Yes. I suppose all the old secrets are coming out, and the final bill is coming due on that atrocity.”

For a moment he paused, and in that moment he looked old, old and tired and very, very sad. “The descriptions of Hyperion were…very heavily censored. Redacted, data erased, entire databanks vaporized. Some of that was quite considered and deliberate; the few survivors were to be given a chance to live without that hideous ghost following them everywhere they went. Some of it…was simple reaction, such absolute revulsion and denial that traces of a truth we didn’t want to face had to be destroyed.

“So, you see, the real details weren’t known, and the few you know…were very simplified.” Now he told the same story DuQuesne had told her during their trip, but from the point of view of a man who had seen it from the outside. “Five brillant successes, five people who somehow saw through the engineered illusions of minds that should have been as far beyond theirs as theirs were beyond those of the average person. Five friends who then managed to engineer a plan to attain freedom for every one of their fellow heroes…and who saw that plan
nearly
succeed.”

Saul Maginot turned away, shook his head. For a moment, Ariane wondered if he
could
continue.
I can’t even imagine what happened to him, what he and his people saw when they entered a collapsing Hyperion Project.

“And of those five, fighting to save not just themselves, but my own people, soldiers and scientists and volunteers from a dozen other habitats who found themselves in the middle of a kaleidoscope of hell…of those five, two died so others would live, one escaped and retreated into herself, one survived to live again,” he nodded to DuQuesne, “and one…one
broke.
”

“How?
How
could she break, DuQuesne?” Wu demanded plaintively, staring pitifully at Marc DuQuesne…
like a child asking why Mommy wasn’t coming home again
, Ariane realized, and felt a pang of agonized sympathy. “She was always one of our supports, she always had a smile and a word for anyone, she…”

“Anyone can break, Wu.” The big Hyperion’s voice was gentle. “And though you couldn’t see it, she didn’t really
belong
. She was an anomaly to begin with, and that made her fatally flawed. She started to break as soon as we all woke up, but even I couldn’t see it; she was just as good as the rest of us at hiding things.”

AHHH. MY VISUALIZATION NOW IS MORE CLEAR.
The deep pseudo-voice of Ariane’s Mentor echoed through all of their connections and was reproduced in the speakers in the room.
SHE WAS, THEN, THE PERSONAL CREATION—THE IDEALIZED SELF-INSERT—OF ONE OF THE HYPERION DESIGNERS.

“Personal creation of…” Simon said, and broke off, understanding suddenly written across his face. “Oh. Oh, my.”

“The top woman at Hyperion, Maria Condette Gambino,” DuQuesne confirmed. “Insisted on it, and as she was one of the main driving personalities in the…project, she got her way.”

Ariane nodded; as a veteran of many a simgame, she was intimately familiar with the basic concept.
Heck, I’ve done it a time or two myself when I was younger.
“But what made her so unstable compared with, say, you? Or Wu, for that matter?”

DuQuesne snorted. “A lot of the Hyperions weren’t stable enough to keep their heads when they found out that the worlds they were in weren’t real. Herc just went catatonic, Gilbert went insane, Sherlock…” he trailed off, shook his head. “But for her, it was a lot worse. Take me, for instance: at base, I was an attempt to make an idealized hero from the works of one of the beloved founding fathers of science fiction. Wu may have retreated, but at least he knew he was an attempt to make a demigod real. Same for most of the others. Maria-Susanna found out that she didn’t even belong in the ‘universe’ she lived in—that she was some woman’s way of living out a fantasy vicariously.”

She saw Simon blanch. “
Kami
…”

The realization didn’t quite hit her
that
hard, but even so she felt a sudden terrible empathy; she imagined the moment of discovery, the realization that not only was everything
around
you a lie, but that
you yourself
were a lie within the lie, something that didn’t belong and never had. She shuddered because as swiftly as the ache of empathy came, it was replaced with the gut-level realization of the depth of mad fury that must have followed.

“How horrid,” Simon murmured at last. “But you said she
started
to break with the discovery…”

“…and she
finished
breaking when the man she’d been
tailored
for got himself killed heroically, defending his world just as anyone would have expected him to do, with head held high and a grin and “I don’t believe in no-win scenarios.” She was
made
for him. He was the literal reason for her existence, and unlike the rest of us—made to withstand the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune—she wasn’t designed to cope with that kind of loss.” Ariane saw slow tears of understanding flowing down Wu Kung’s cheeks, soaking the delicate fur. “The first person she murdered was her own creator. The discovery of the Arena… I haven’t got any idea what it’s got going through her head, but I’m damn sure it’s nothing good.”

“I can imagine a few possibilities, Marc,” Saul Maginot said grimly, “and every one of them looks worse than the last. Thank
God
we have you, at least, and Wu. But now I’m
very
worried about the other people you left in the Arena.”

“So am I,” DuQuesne said, “but my first guess is that whatever she’s after isn’t going to be served by hurting anyone in the small group of humans already present. She’s going to have to learn the ropes. No, the main danger is the one she’s always presented: that she can convince just about anyone of just about anything and turn people
against
each other just as well as she used to hold people together.”

The look of pained grief on Wu Kung’s face was enough to pierce her to the heart. “All right, Marc—I guess that just makes our departure that much more urgent. As one of the five top Hyperions…does that make her your equal?”

“You’d better believe it. She’s basically my equal in every single way. I
outmass
her, and I’m a hell of a lot more
sane
than she is, but otherwise she can match me in any damn contest, for love, money, fun, or marbles.”

“Holy Kami,” murmured Simon. “Well, I certainly got no indication of that. In that case, I concur with Ariane—we must prepare to leave immediately.”

“Relax.” DuQuesne’s advice was at odds with the tension Ariane could sense. “She’s been gone long enough that if she planned to do something fast, she’s already
done
it. My real worry is figuring out what her
angle
is. Problem is that once she broke, she turned out to be blasted hard to predict; she’s not exactly
rational
any more, even though she’ll
sound
rational most of the time.”

“This on top of these pointless political maneuverings…” Ariane snorted. “I—”

But Saul and DuQuesne were shaking their heads. “You’d better not head down
that
road, Ariane,” DuQuesne said. “They’re not pointless, and they’re not just maneuverings.”

Ariane bit back an instinctive protest. “No, you’re right. And I’ll admit I probably don’t even understand what’s going on there, not yet. Which brings us to the subject of the SSC ship, the
Duta?
”

At Saul’s nod, she continued, “We already know we probably don’t agree with the way Naraj views the Arena, but that’s okay; I haven’t agreed with lots of people in my life. Still, we need some idea of what Mr. Naraj is going to really want to accomplish, and who he’s bringing with him. I’m guessing, Saul, that since she’s in charge of the Arena task group Michelle Ni Deng will be one of them. Do you or Marc have anything to say about them?”

DuQuesne was silent for a few moments, absently stroking the jet-black beard that lent a somewhat diabolic cast to his features on occasion. “On Ni Deng, not so much,” he said finally. “She’s only been in the SSC inner circle for a few years. Naraj, he’s been around for donkey’s years. I already summarized for you back when we first left the SSC/CSF meeting what he’s like. He wants to run things, just like that guy in every club you’ve ever been in that feels everything, but
everything
, needs to be organized, and he’s finally got a chance to do it
his
way.”

“I can’t imagine he’d be as petty as the people you describe, though,” Simon said.

“Not petty, no…but that might be what you want to think of, except on a grander scale.”

“A
far
grander scale, I’m afraid,” Saul said. “We began discussing this subject earlier, but that description—of the sort of person who likes running and organizing things, even things that don’t need running and organizing? That
is
Oscar Naraj. Oscar’s spent a great deal of time and energy to stay in the SSC, he’s got an eye in every department, and a lot of his appointees end up running the other subdepartments.”

He smiled faintly. “Michelle Ni Deng was one of his appointees, five years back or so. And now she’s the head of Arena affairs. Obviously he did not and could not plan for this specific event…but he had planned for many years to find
some
useful event so that he would have one of his people in the right place. And the Arena’s a far bigger event than even Oscar Naraj could have imagined, and it changes
everything
.”

Wu Kung nodded energetically. “Yes, yes! Ariane and DuQuesne, they told me about this wonderful Arena, and I thought about it all the way here, how it was so different from my world, and yours, the one we are in here, now. In the Arena and in my world, there is much of war, many conflicts. And many secrets, and people who are suffering injustices. And…” he looked frustrated for a moment, as though he
knew
he was onto something but didn’t quite know how to phrase it. Then the gold-furred face brightened. “…and, well, there’s
real
things to be fought over there. Here you have all become soft players of games, or simple daredevils,” he grinned at Ariane, “because you haven’t any need to fight over your next meal, or worry as to whether you can find a place to shelter from the rain, or get a cure for your sick child, or wonder when another warlord will ride his army through your city. Your magical nano-thingies, they mean there’s no reason for empire, as long as you keep the nosy people from being too nosy—that Anonymity law of yours.”

Simon closed his eyes and sighed. “I believe he describes the situation all too clearly, Marc.”

“Damn straight he does—even though we sure aren’t
all
softies here. There was a reason they called him the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and it wasn’t
just
because he could kick the crap out of all the other so-called Sages, either. Yeah, Wu, you’ve got it, and that’s plain poison any way I look at it.”

A simple insight, but obviously much easier for someone raised as was Wu Kung, outside of our society,
Mio said.

“We’d touched on this before,” Simon said, “but this description makes it clear just how much this changes the way
humanity
will interact—with the universe, and with itself.”

“Just exactly right,” DuQuesne took up the thread. “Up until now, we thought we had it all figured out—we were safe, fat, and happy. But that ain’t so at all. The universe can threaten us now—and if we want a part of it, we can’t just manufacture it. We have to engage others, fight others, maybe bargain for it, maybe go to war over it.

“And
that
means that people who—up until now—had to be satisfied with politics little more important than playing a king’s advisor in a simgame now have something else: all the possibilities of power that used to dominate the Earth back in the days before the only limit on universal comfort was whether you could find yourself some dirt and a patch of sunshine, regular tidal waves, or wind power.”

Ariane sighed. “So we’ll have to be on the lookout for actual political maneuverings
inside
our own faction? Are you saying they won’t realize how little we can
afford
that kind of thing?”

ARIANE AUSTIN, I EXPECT FAR BETTER OF YOU THAN DENIAL OF REALITY! THINK, CHILD, THINK!

She winced; it did not help that DuQuesne gave a cynical laugh in time with Mentor’s rebuke, and continued, “Ariane, I’ll bet any amount you like that this is one of the major problems just about any new Faction runs into, and it could be a real killer. We
can’t
be the first group to achieve the Arena after we’d reached this level of technology; I’d guess a lot of the prior Factions had.

“I don’t think it’s coincidence that two of the top Factions—the
only
two which are composed of essentially one species—are from species that have some kind of collectivist background: the Molothos, who have some kind of biological impulse to unity, and of course the Blessed, who’re run by the Minds. Sure, there’s advantages in being open to letting lots of other people into your club, but even outside of the top Five there aren’t a huge number of single-species powerful factions, because those alien species aren’t any more unified-and-of-one-mind than we humans are, and they
fragment
once they get to the Arena.”

Ariane glanced at Simon, and the hollow feeling in her gut echoed the concern she saw in his brilliant green eyes. “Which might all be well and good,” Simon said slowly, “in ordinary circumstances. The rules of the Arena essentially don’t permit you to lose your home Sphere in Challenge, so internal issues won’t deprive you of citizenship, and once you come to some sort of resolution you can pick up and go from there.”