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This time it was a member of the Sophos who spoke his name. A dozen of them sat along one side of a long table, as if keeping
a deliberate physical distance from him.

Thales recognised most of them: Lauda and Kantos, Averro-ji and Juan Alermo. Sophos Mianos was the notable omission, but in
his place sat his daughter.

‘Rene,’ whispered Thales.

His wife’s delicate complexion lacked colour, and she moved one hand repeatedly, back and forth, between her lap and her mouth.
Thales remembered this agitated mannerism as clearly as if they had never been apart.

His heart contracted for an instant, but then the image of a broad face with thick lascivious lips entered his mind, and the
pain eased.
Fariss. Where are you?

‘Rene Mianos will represent her father on the Sophos until his return.’

Thales looked at her, sitting there among the aged male ’esques. Rene had coveted a seat on the Pre-Eminence, and he’d worried
that she’d thought his immaturity would hold her back. To see that she’d finally realised her ambition through her father’s
misfortune – a misfortune precipitated by Thales – seemed more than ironic. Bitter amusement ate into his composure. Would
his wife side against him?

Sophos Lauda began to speak. ‘The Sophos has reviewed both the recent farcast from the OLOSS summit on Intel station, and
the recordings from the
OLOSS ship which connected with the Baronessa Fedor’s biozoon companion.

‘You’ve made grave accusations and bold statements, Thales Berniere. You secreted yourself aboard an OLOSS ship in order to
escape questioning for an incident in a kaffe klatsch, in the Kant quarter. During Sophos Mianos’s interrogation of the Latino
noble Mira Fedor you chose to assist her escape by attacking Mianos, and accused him of murdering our greatest philosopher,
Amaury Villon. An offence, I might add, that amounts to treason.

‘Having absconded on the Baronessa Fedor’s ship, and having been absent for some months, you now return to our notice, accusing
Sophos Mianos of barbarity. You have also declared that members of the Pre-Eminence, and others in our world, have been infected
by a virus that alters our ability to think critically. How would you defend yourself against the charge of insanity?’

Thales locked his knees to stop his legs from buckling. He was not afraid of the Sophos, but his wife’s presence made this
more difficult. He would hurt her when he spoke of his encounters with her father, and then she would choose not to believe
him. Whatever … friendship might have endured beyond their separation would surely be destroyed.

‘I will not even address the charge of insanity, Sophos Lauda. My mental health is not relevant, as I will repeat my story
in my own words
, and then offer proof of it.’

He looked along the row of faces. Age had blurred their features, as well as something else – disinterest, perhaps. It was
as if they were merely going through
the motions of a hearing that would never amount to anything. These people would be impossible to convince or move to action;
the motivation did not lie within them. They were too comfortable. Diseased.

Amaury? Give me guidance.
But Amaury Villon was gone. Mixed emotions swirled within him. He would let them see what it was to question. Remind them
of the nature of passion.

‘After leaving Scolar, circumstances saw me in the company of the Baronessa Fedor. Though the decision to break away from
the OLOSS ship that transported Sophos Mianos out to question her was the Baronessa’s, I would have supported her action.
I regret the injury caused to my father-in-law, but he … intended to impound her ship and hold her in detention. The Baronessa
was desperate and frightened.’

He told them of Mira’s story and the invasion of Araldis, but throughout his tale the faces remained unmoved, almost bored.

‘How did the Baronessa become pregnant in this untenable situation?’ asked Rene.

Thales looked directly at her for the first time. Her eyes seemed dull to him, her sharp intellect hidden behind cloudiness.
‘That is her story to tell, if she so wishes, and in truth I did not know of her pregnancy until our paths crossed again more
recently.’

‘Where did you leave the Baronessa’s company?’

‘On Rho Junction. She was abducted by a Post-Species sect, and I met a tyro from Belle-Monde who offered me quick passage
back to Edo.’

‘Belle-Monde?’ It was Kantos who spoke, but they
all adopted a similar disdainful expression. ‘What would one of the famous Belle-Monde tyros be doing on Rho Junction?’

Thales told them about Lasper Farr and the DNA.

‘You expect us to believe that we’ve been infected with a virus that affects our desire to question, that softens our intellect.’
Kantos burst into laughter. ‘Of all the preposterous accusations! This one borders on hallucinatory.’

Thales expected the others to share this open scepticism. ‘The virus affects the orbitofrontal cortex, where decision-making
occurs. Have you noticed a change in each other? A reluctance to make decisions? A tendency to maintain equilibrium? A fatigue
that takes you when deep thought is required?’

The Sophos members exchanged eyebrow-raised glances.

‘There is something else you can check. Fortunately, I chose not to carry the DNA in my bloodstream, as Commander Farr wanted
me to. That, coupled with the virus the Commander administered to force me to comply with his wishes, would surely have killed
me. As it was, it left its legacy.’ He touched his cheek. ‘Necrosis. The Baronessa’s biozoon has helped the healing.’

‘But surely your HealthWatch would have protected you?’ said Rene.

He stared at her intently. ‘It had been tampered with. Commander Farr scanned me when I returned to Edo. He told me that my
most recent update had been sabotaged.’

Rene’s pale face flushed. Her hands flew to her cheeks. ‘Impossible. You used the Sophos clinic.’

‘Someone deliberately interfered with my renewal, Rene Mianos. Scan my immunity and match it to the batch I received.’

A murmur spread along the table. One to the other, they whispered and conferred.

‘Gutnee Paraburd’s premises were in the port terminal. Search his office and question him,’ Thales continued. ‘You shall soon
see the veracity of my story.’

‘Who would have created such a virus, and why, Msr Berniere?’ asked Rene. She seemed to struggle to form the simple question.

‘I met the tyro Tekton of Lostol. He was able to trace the chain of business from the laboratory on Rho Junction to the original
supplier.’

‘Which was who?’ demanded Lauda. Of all the Sophos, he seemed the sharpest, the most energised.

‘Her name is Miranda Seeward, a dicter of some note and also a tyro on Belle-Monde.’

The Sophos began to murmur among themselves again. Clearly many of them knew of Dicter Seeward.

Finally, Lauda stood up. ‘We shall consider your claims. Withdraw to the anteroom until you are called.’

Thales nodded and followed the Robe out. Was the Baronessa right? Were the Sophos beyond making intelligent or balanced decisions?
Were they beyond hope? And how did she fare right now? Had the baby been born? Had it survived? Thales felt weighed down by
concerns.

The bond between him and Mira was not romantic, as his feelings had been for Rene. Nor did it resemble the deeply passionate
way Fariss moved him. It was more a genuine warmth, and a desire to see things go
well for her. Friendship, he thought, one that would grow and endure, given a chance.

He sighed and turned his attention to the two Robes waiting with him. Had the virus affected all walks of Scolar life or merely
the philosophers? The politic guards seemed as composed and expressionless as he was accustomed to seeing them, but were they
as committed to upholding the law of the Sophos as they had always been? Or had the ennui crept in among them too?

‘You heard my story,’ said Thales. ‘What’s your opinion?’

The guards showed no indication of hearing him.

‘Have you seen a change in the people you serve and protect? Do you see that your world is different?’

This time the guards exchanged glances but didn’t reply.

‘Our Sophos is no longer reliable. Their decision-making has been compromised by a virus. Are you still prepared to blindly
follow their edicts, knowing that?’

His statements were inflammatory, treasonous. He knew that and cared not. A sense of urgency had taken hold of him. There
was little time to preserve his world.

One of the guards looked as though he might speak, but then he stopped and nodded at an instruction unheard by Thales. He
walked to the inner door and opened it. ‘Enter,’ he instructed.

The Robes followed closely behind him as he returned to the Sophos meeting room and stood in front of the polished table.

‘You are fortunate, Thales Berniere, that one of our
caucus has seen fit to support an investigation into your story,’ said Sophos Lauda.

Thales eyes flicked to Rene. Had it been his wife?

Her expression remained as serene and detached as that of the politic guard.

‘You will show the Robes and myself to the offices of this man you call Gutnee Paraburd. If he can be located and questioned,
we will review our decision.’

Thales nodded. ‘I th-thank you, for this much at least. However, it is possible that Paraburd has moved premises. I would
imagine that a man of such criminal inclinations does not stay in one place for long. You may have to extend your search.’

‘You learned much about criminals on your travels?’ asked Kantos.

Thales heard the superior, mocking tone. ‘It is logical that he would do that, Sophos Kantos. That is all,’ Thales answered
firmly.

‘Let’s hope not, Msr Berniere. For your sake.’

But Thales had not finished. ‘While you pursue your investigation of my claims, I would beg you to take steps to disable the
shift sphere. The Post-Species are an imminent threat to our world.’

‘You believe we should cut ourselves off from Orion,’ said Rene.

He turned to his wife, imploring her. ‘If we don’t, we’ll lose everything.’

‘But if we disable our shift sphere, we lose our influence. OLOSS cannot function without our counsel,’ said Kantos.

Fury blazed through Thales’s body, overcoming his intention of remaining calm. ‘You speak of
my
insanity,
Sophos Kantos. OLOSS forces will act with or without our counsel, to protect sentient life. We can offer them nothing else
now. What
we
should have done is seen the possibility of this happening, and guarded against it.
We
should have been able to predict, or at least theorise that the Post-Species would return with a greater force after the
Stain Wars. Instead, we have been isolationist and self-concerned. You – all of you – would do your job too late.’ His gaze
roamed the line of preeminent thinkers. ‘All that is left for us now is to survive.’

Scurry scurry

Little’n’s go

Follow, follow

Drink’m up

Eat’m up

See’m truth

Tekton sat in a once luxurious, now filthy, lounge on board the hybrid biozoon. From his brief inspection, the craft appeared
to have been beautifully and comfortably outfitted, but without regular cleaning or maintenance it now resembled a place for
squatters – or at least what he imagined a place like that might be like.

He tried not to show his revulsion for the discarded food containers and empty flasks of alcohol. The stench was harder to
ignore, though, a mixture of something sickly sweet and well percolated, probably musky Balol body odours.

He closed his hood and set his suit to filter the scents. He wasn’t filled with confidence by his rescuers’ attitudes, but
his situation had called for decisive thinking and compromise. If they took the money for his passage and delivered him to
Mintaka, then he could put up with certain deprivations. A filthy ship was nothing, after all, compared to free-falling from
an airborne taxi into the grips of detrivore, which had happened to him on Edo. He was, he told himself, able to take this
eventuation in his stride.

Only a matter of months ago he would not have dealt with this change in fortune nearly as well.

Finally!
said logic-mind.
Rationalism.

Lowering your standards, you mean
, sniffed free-mind.

Both minds were correct, he thought, and it didn’t bother him that they were. For a while he stared at the brown biozoon secretions
on the ceiling, contemplating this until the ’esque Jancz slipped into the room with the surreptitious manner of a crook.

‘We’re out of Intel space,’ he said quietly.

Tekton smoothed back his hood and nodded appreciatively. ‘Msr Jancz, has my credit for the trip to Mintaka been transferred
into your accounts?’

Jancz’s eyes narrowed a little, and a small smile played about his lips. His face was so long and thin that it seemed almost
deformed. ‘With the excitement about the Extros and all, the lenders are off-cast. Too much demand has bogged their systems.
Everyone’s trying to move their credit somewhere else. We’ll try again in a day or so, when things’ve calmed. Meantime, we
got a few errands of our own to run. Not in any rush, are yer?’

Of course I am, you filthy imbecile.
‘No,’ said Tekton blithely. ‘Whenever you deem it safe and appropriate is fine by me. Though I might, if I could, request
a cabin.’

Tekton knew he was being ridiculously polite to this low-life, but while the semblance of civility remained between them,
he would hold up his end.

Don’t trust him
, free-mind urged.

He’s done nothing to suggest untrustworthiness
, logic-mind countered.

‘Sure,’ said Jancz, stepping back towards the door. ‘This way.’

Tekton followed Jancz to a small cabin not far from
the galley. It was neat enough, if sparse, with the appearance of not having being used for a long while.