The Devil's Eye (33 page)

Giambrey spent a substantial part of his time studying Ashiyyurean script. I helped by sitting quietly while he explained the intricacies to me. To be honest, I couldn't bring myself to pay much attention, but I tried. I asked questions, and listened to the answers. Circe also tried to do a cram program in the language, but she got bored, too, and gave it up. "When we get there," Giambrey asked, "are we going to have problems getting access to what's happening? I mean, do they have HVs?" "Yes, you'll have problems," I said. "Communications systems aren't set up for us." "How are they different?" "They're Mutes, Giambrey." "I understand that. But how do they broadcast if nobody speaks? Do they transmit pictures with text?" "If they wanted to contact
us
, yes. That's exactly what they'd do. But for themselves, it's a whole different ball game. Do you know how telepathy works?" "No. Does anybody?" "More or less. Signals are transmitted from one brain to another by fractal dimensional charge effects. I think that's right, but don't ask me what it means. They can only do that across a limited space. A few meters. The signal gets progressively weaker with distance. When they broadcast, say, a sports event-" "Do they have professional sports?" asked Alex. "I don't know. Is it okay if I go on with this?" "Sure. I'm sorry." "
If
they broadcast a sports event, the commentator's thoughts are, in effect, transmitted to a receiver. The receiver converts them to an electronic signal, blends the signal with the base transmission, and sends the entire package to, say, your living room. There, another converter sorts it out, gives us picture and sound. And the commentator's reactions are converted back to fractal charge effects and put out there for anybody in the room to pick up. To
read
." "Incredible." "Born of necessity," I said.

The most annoying part of the mission was being cut off from the world at so critical a time. We were sealed into our cocoon for almost four weeks with no idea whether, as Alex commented, full-scale war was breaking out between Mutes and Confederates. Giambrey remained upbeat, but I could see that the man who initially had been anxious to accept the challenge grew to wish, as the days passed, that everything was over. He didn't like being out of touch either. Nothing would have helped like picking up the Nightly News. Alex suggested we cut the jump short, come up for air, as he put it, try to pick something up, then continue the flight. That sort of thing is hard on fuel. And, of course, it wouldn't have worked anyway. Anything we
did
pick up out there would have been thousands of years old. Circe took to reading science novels and playing psychological games with Belle, in which the AI generated a random situation and they worked together to determine what the most common human response would be, according to surveys and studies conducted over the centuries. One of the situations was an attack on an ambassador arriving to conduct peace talks. How likely was such an event to lead

to war? Answer: 37 percent. She asked if I knew the odds against getting killed by a blast from a hypernova? I had no idea. She pointed out that, to date, it had happened to nobody in human history. Ever. She also found it frustrating that we had penetrated the galaxy, were traveling through that ocean of stars, and she couldn't see anything. I tried putting visuals up for her, using the navigation display to show off planetary rings and exploding suns, but she explained she'd seen it all before, she'd sat in her living room and watched all this, and it wasn't the same as actually
seeing it
. So in the end we sat and talked and watched some shows and played loki tournaments. (Loki, for those who've never been to Salud Afar, was a card game that was very popular in the Coalition. Both our passengers were addicted to it.) Alex picked it up quickly. I dropped into last place and pretty much stayed there. I don't think anybody slept very well. And the hypernova remained, of course, the prime topic of conversation. We went over it and over it. Circe insisted that the shield could be made to work if the resources could be made available. Giambrey confessed that he'd never even
seen
a Mute. "I keep reading how repulsive they are. That spending time with one is like trying to pet a spider. And they'll know everything I'm thinking. How's it even possible to
begin
to negotiate with such a creature?" Kilgore's people had loaded Belle with all the data they had on the Chief Minister and his staff. But Giambrey said it wasn't very helpful. The year before, I'd spent almost two weeks alone with the Mutes. Had in fact visited Borkarat, where I'd met Selotta. "That's the real reason you and I are here," Alex told me when we were alone on the bridge. "You've got the experience. You're the only real hope we have to make this mission succeed." "So why was I the invisible woman in his office?" "I don't know. Maybe he felt you'd be more relaxed if he didn't put any pressure on you." "So why are
you
putting pressure on me?" "Listen, Beautiful. Pressure's your middle name." He grinned. "Relax. Look, you're good at this kind of thing. So am I. Giambrey probably is, too. But he's going to be out of his depth on Borkarat. You know it, and I know it. So does he. So he's going to be counting on us to charm the Mutes into giving us what we need. What they need, too, for that matter." "Well, good luck to us," I said. To my surprise, Giambrey took me aside and said much the same thing. "I'm not comfortable with any part of this," he confessed. "It's like playing loki with our cards faceup on the table. I don't know how to begin a negotiation under these circumstances. So when we go into this thing, I want you to feel free to advise me. Tell me what you really think. Okay?" "Okay." "Are they as repulsive in person as I've heard?" "No," I said. "That's exaggerated. But you
will
have a reaction." "I won't throw up, will I? I've worked with Mute avatars, and it wasn't bad." "Okay. Good. You'll be fine, Giambrey." The reality was that the effect didn't carry full force with an avatar. I suspect it's because you know it's an avatar. It's more intense when a live Mute actually walks into the room. But I kept that to myself. "Look, what'll happen is that you'll try to smother your reaction. Don't bother. Let it go, and after a while you'll become accustomed to it. The Mutes have a similar response to us. But they're pretty smart, and if you just let it happen, everybody will start laughing. It becomes a joke." "Really?" "Take advantage of the mission to make a few friends here. It will serve you and Salud Afar well in the future." His jaw tightened. "If there
is
a future for Salud Afar."

So we played cards and pretended everything was going to be okay. The night before our arrival, we had a special dinner, broke out the wine, drank to the home world, and to success. At approximately 0600 hours ship time, Belle woke me to announce we'd arrived.

Borkarat was where I'd met Selotta, who still oversaw the Museum of Alien Life-forms and where Kassel enjoyed an apparently pleasant life in government unlike anything a human politician could know. Bare-knuckle politics didn't really work among the Mutes. And that, I hoped, would prove our salvation. Maybe a quiet, reasonable approach to the issue of war and peace could be managed. The problem was that the Ashiyyur considered us an inferior species. "How is that possible?" asked Giambrey. "Our technology is on a level with theirs. And they had a head start. They were living in cities several thousand years before we got down out of the trees." Alex was looking at an image of the Mute world, afloat in the center of the common room. "They don't measure civilization the way we do," he said. "Technology is a minor consideration. They see themselves as essentially spiritual creatures. As more philosophical, more curious, more concerned with living the right sort of life, than we are. That notion got reinforced when they actually sat down with us-with humans-and felt their skin crawl and discovered we couldn't communicate the way they can. I think they see our way of communicating the way we might see a cat's." "We're not telepaths." "Sure. That puts us considerably lower on the evolutionary ladder. They've had a long-standing debate over whether we'll ever achieve what they have. Some of them think we have the potential to reach their level of development, but they're in a minority." "How about the people on the street?" asked Circe. "When I was here," I said, "they treated me okay. That is, they left me alone, for the most part. Some actually tried to put me at ease. But you'll be made aware you're not to be taken seriously."

Less than an hour after we'd come out of jump status, we were hailed by a patrol vehicle. Alex followed me onto the bridge after Belle sounded the warning.
"Range is 1.2 million kilometers,"
she said. The weapons warning system began blinking. They were keying something on us. "Try to look friendly," Alex said. The patrol boat was even smaller than we were, but I could see arrays of particle-beam cannons and lasers and God knew what else on its hull. Its lights began blinking. Moments later Belle put a message on screen: INTERLOPER: STATE DESTINATION AND PURPOSE OF ARRIVAL. "Not very friendly," said Circe. Giambrey dictated our reply: "We are the
Belle-Marie
, a private vessel in the service of the Administrator, representing the Coalition at Salud Afar. We are on a diplomatic mission, and your government has been notified. We request permission to proceed to port." I directed Belle to transmit it in text form. Minutes later, she put a reply on-screen. It was short: MAINTAIN COURSE. Then, after another few minutes: PLEASE FOLLOW US. A few hours later they handed us off to another ship. Borkarat was only a bright star when we retired for the night.

We followed the escort in. And gradually, Borkarat split into two stars, which grew into a pair of
disks
, one large, one small. We went through a second cycle of meals and sleep before it became a discernible globe, adorned with seas, continents, and clouds, attended by the inevitable moon. Watching the world grow larger, as I'd watched so many others over the years, I couldn't avoid a sense of order and disposition. Worlds floated serenely in the vast womb of the universe. They did not bang into one another, did not plunge into suns, did not get lobbed into the outer darkness. Generally. Generally. I guess I felt some bitterness there. In a Darwinian universe, safety is an illusion.

Borkarat could have been Rimway, with differently shaped continents. Its gravity variance was a bit higher, but not so much that we wouldn't adjust fairly easily. When we were only a few hours from orbit, we received a live transmission. From Kassel. It was good to see him. We were going to need friends.
"Chase and Alex,"
he said.
"I was surprised when your message arrived. Selotta and I are delighted to see you again so soon. We welcome you and your associates. Although I wish circumstances could be better. I'll be waiting when you get in. The Planning Board has been in touch with me, and I've been appointed guest liaison. A meeting with one of the Board members has been arranged for you. We've reserved a room for you at the finest hotel in the capital. How was your trip?"

"Uneventful," said Alex. There was a delay of a minute or so while the signal traveled to the world, and the response came back.
"The best kind."
You don't spend much time on small talk when you have delays built into the conversation.
"Alex, I'm curious about the purpose for your visit. Not that Selotta and I aren't delighted to see you. She'll be coming in later to say hello. But it seems a dangerous time. If major hostilities break out, you could be interned here."

That was a possibility that hadn't crossed my mind. In the past, hostilities had sometimes dragged on for decades. "We've become diplomats," Alex said. "Nobody can touch us." Kassel laughed.
"So I've heard. Well, that's good. In any case, we'll take charge of you as soon as you get in."

Our escort stayed with us. When we were an hour or so out we received a text message from the operations center: PLEASE TURN CONTROL OF THE VEHICLE OVER TO US. I complied, and Giambrey sucked in some air. "Isn't that a little dangerous?" "You want me to tell them we don't trust them?" "No." "It's okay. It's pretty much routine procedure at most of the bigger stations." Just before we passed between the launch doors into the docking area, another message came in, this one for Giambrey, from Salud Afar. It was encrypted, using a system that had been downloaded into Belle before we left Samuels. It was from Kilgore: GIAMBREY, GOOD LUCK. OUR PEOPLE ARE STILL WORKING ON THE CONFEDERATES, BUT TO DATE THEY ARE IMMOVABLE. EVERYTHING DEPENDS ON YOU.

The term
Assemblage
didn't describe the reality of the Ashiyyurean universe, which consists of a loose group of worlds, outposts, orbiting cities, and scattered settlements. It's as much a social as a political entity. But a threat to one is a threat to all, and they can react with lethal efficiency. Some people think they'll eventually evolve into a group mind. A few hold the opinion it has happened already. But nobody who's had a personal relationship with an individual Ashiyyurean, as Alex and I have, would believe it. A major part of the problem between us and them is that it's so hard for us to get to know one another. There are Ashiyyurean-Human friendship societies on worlds in both systems, but progress has been limited. At best.

We docked and, for the first time in my career, I received a text message granting me permission to leave my ship. Belle wished me luck, and we climbed out through the hatch and walked down the egress tube, and there was Kassel. The robe was gone, replaced by a shirt and short breeches gathered in at the knees. They were a favorite form of casual dress among both males and females on Borkarat, but there was something absurd in seeing a seven-foot Mute, complete with fangs, looking as if he was headed out for a day in the park. I've never been good at reading Ashiyyurean nonverbals. But it wasn't hard to pick up his mixed feelings on that occasion. He came forward and shook hands and squeezed my shoulder in a way that suggested however difficult things might get, he would support me. We did the introductions. Giambrey bowed and smiled, but all the charm was gone. He was trying hard to control his revulsion. Not to think about it. Not to look too closely at Kassel or at any of the other Mutes in the area. I'll confess that Mutes still gave me a chill. Still knotted my stomach. Even Kassel. But it was kind of a joke between us, and he glanced my way and touched his heart twice with a fist. It was his
me, too
signal. Circe did pretty well, as far as I could see. She shook hands with Kassel, told him she was pleased to meet him, and, I thought at the time, was amused at surprising
me
. You got any other challenges, Kolpath? "Selotta would have liked to be here," he said, "but her duties will not permit it. She asked me to say hello." "How is she?" I asked. "Doing well, as always. She is kept busy watching for aliens trying to penetrate the museum." That was a reference to how we'd met, when I was trying to get a flight record out of an interstellar that was on exhibit. "She says she will make sure to see you before you leave. Incidentally, you are all welcome to visit our house. We would like very much to have you."