A Deepness in the Sky (95 page)

I can free them.The thought was the first lightness in all the years since that morning in the mountains. It must have leaked out into her expression, because a hopeful smile appeared on Pham's lips. Anne felt her eyes narrow down. She knew as much about Focus as any Balacrean. She knew all the tricks of reFocusing, of redirecting loyalty. "Pham Trinli—Pham Whoever-You-Really-Are—I've watched you for many years. Almost from the beginning, I thought you were working against Tomas. But I could also see how much you loved the idea of Focus. You lusted after that power, didn't you?"

The smile left his face. He nodded slowly. "I saw...I saw it could give me what I had spent a lifetime fighting for. And in the end, I saw the price was too high." He shrugged, and looked down, as if ashamed.

Anne stared into that face, thinking. Once upon a time, not even Tomas Nau could deceive her. When Anne was Focused, the edges of her mind had been sharp as razors, unencumbered by distraction and wishful thinking—and knowing Tomas's true intent was no more use to her than a hatchet knowing it is for murdering. Now, she wasn't sure. This man could be lying, but what he asked of her was what she yearned to do more than anything else in the world. And then, having paid back as best she could, then she could die. She returned his shrug with one of her own. "Tomas Nau lied to you about deFocus."

"He lied about many things."

"I can do better than Trud Silipan and Bil Phuong, but still there will be failures." The greatest horror of all: There would be some who would damn her for bringing them back.

Pham reached across the flowers and took her hand. "Okay. But you will do your best."

She looked down at his hand. Blood still oozed from the gash she had opened on the side of his palm. Somehow the man was lying, but if he let her deFocus the others...Play along."You're running things now?"

Pham chuckled. "I have some say. Certain Spiders have a bigger say. It's complicated, and it's still in chaos. Four hundred Ksec ago, Tomas Nau was still running things." His smile widened with enthusiasm. "But a hundred Msec from now, two hundred Msec, I think you are going to see a renaissance. We'll have our ships repaired. Hell, we may have new ones. I've never seen an opportunity like this."

Just play along."And what do you want of me?"How long till I amreFocused as your tool?

"I—I just want you to be free, Anne." He looked away. "I know what you were before, Anne. I've seen the story of what you did on Frenk, your final capture. You remind me of someone I knew when I was a child. She also stood up against impossible odds, and she also was crushed." His face half-turned back to her. "There were times I've feared you more than Tomas Nau. But ever since I've known you were the Frenkisch Orc, I've prayed you could have another day."

He was such a very good liar. Too bad for him that his lie was so bald-faced, so pandering. She felt an overwhelming urge to push it over the edge: "So in a few years we'll have functioning starships again?"

"Yes, and probably better-equipped than we came with. You know the physics we've discovered here. And it looks like there are other things—"

"And you will control those ships?"

"Several of them." He was still nodding, blundering his deception forward.

"And you just want to help. Me, the Frenkisch Orc. Well, sir, you are uniquely qualified. Lend me those ships. Come with me to Balacrea and Frenk and Gaspr. Help me freeall the Focused."

It was amusing to see Pham's smile freeze as he boggled on her words. "You want to take down a starfaring empire, an empire with Focus, with just a handful of ships? That's..." Words for such insanity failed to come, and he just stared at her for a moment. Then, amazingly, his smile was back. "That's marvelous! Anne, give me time to prepare, time to make alliances here. Give me a dozen of your years. We may not win. But I swear, we'll make the attempt."

Whatever she asked he simply agreed to. It had to be a lie. Yet if true, it was the only promise that could make her want to live. She stared into Pham's eyes, trying to see behind the lie. Maybe the inevitable destruction of deFocus had taken her sharpness, for however deeply she looked, she only saw awed enthusiasm.He's a genius. And lie or truth, now he has mefor twelve years. For just a moment she relaxed into belief. For just a moment she fantasized that this man was not a liar.The Frenkisch Orc might yetfree them all. The strangest thrill flowed out from her heart, tingling through her body. It took her a moment to recognize something that had been lost to her for so very long: joy.

SIXTY-THREE

Pham sent Ezr Vinh groundside to negotiate.

"Why me, Pham?" This was the most extraordinary trade situation in the history of Humankind. It was also a war waiting to happen. "You should—"

Nuwen held up his hand, interrupting. "There are reasons for sending you. You know the Spiders better than any of our other unFocused people, certainly better than me."

"I could be staff. I could help you."

"No, I'll be onyour staff." He paused, and Ezr saw a glint of worry. "You're right, son, this is tricky. In the short run they hold the whip hand, and they have plenty of reason to hate us. We think the Lighthill faction still has the ear of the King, but—"

There were other factions in the Accord regime. Some of them thought Focused translators were a negotiable commodity.

"That's why it's even more important you go, Pham."

"It's not our choice. You see, they've asked for you specifically."

"What?"

"Yeah. I guess over the years, working with Trixia, they think they've got you figured out." He grinned. "They want to see you close up."

That almost made sense. "Okay." He thought a moment. "But they're not getting Trixia. I go down with some other translator." He glared at Pham. "She's the star; Underville's crew would love to get their hands on her."

"Hm. Maybe someone down there is thinking the same way. The King asked for Zinmin to accompany you." He noticed the expression on Ezr's face. "There's more?"

"I—yes. I want Trixia deFocused. Soon."

"Of course. I've given you my word. I've given Anne the same promise."

Ezr stared at him for a moment.And you've changed inside; given upthat dream. After all that had happened, Ezr didn't doubt. But suddenly he couldn't wait anymore. "Move her to the front of the queue, Pham. I don't care that you need her translations. Move her up. I want her deFocused by the time I get back."

Pham raised an eyebrow. "An ultimatum?"

"No. Yes!"

The older man sighed. "You got it. We'll start on Trixia immediately. I—I confess. We've been holding back on the translators. We need them so much." He pursed his lips. "Don't expect perfection, Ezr. This is just another place where Nau lied to us. Some of the deFocused are almost as sharp as Anne. Some—"

"Iknow. " Some came back vegetables, the mindrot in an explosive runaway, triggered by the deFocus process. "But sooner or later we have to try. Sooner or later you have to give up using them." He bounced up and left Pham's office. More talk would have just torn them both.

The transport to Arachna was a humble thing, Jau Xin's pinnace with ad hoc software revised specially by Qiwi. Humankind had the high ground and the remnants of high technology—and precious little in the way of physical resources or automation. As their zipheads were deFocused, the Emergent software became useless junk—and it would be some time before the Qeng Ho automation could be adapted to the hybrid jumble that remained at L1. They were trapped in a nearly empty solar system, with the only industrial ecology down on Arachna. They might drop a few rocks on the planet, or even a few nukes, but Humankind was nearly toothless. The Spiders were powerless, too, but that would change. They knew about the invaders now, and they knew what could be done with technology. They had large parts of theInvisible Hand intact. Sometime soon, the Spiders would be out here in force. Pham thought they had maybe a year to turn things around, to establish some basis of trust. Qiwi said that ifshe were a Spider, she could do it in far less than a year.

The temp's axial corridor was filled from end to end when Ezr and Zinmin entered the taxi lock. Almost every unFocused human at L1 was here.

Pham and Anne were there. They floated close, a pair that Ezr Vinh would never have guessed in years past. "We've started the deFocus prep," Anne said. She didn't have to say who she was talking about. "We'll do our best, Ezr."

Qiwi wished him luck, as solemn as he had ever seen her. She seemed uncertain for a moment, then abruptly shook his hand, another thing she had never done before. "Come back safe, Ezr."

Somehow Rita Liao had put herself right before the hatch, blocking his way. Ezr reached out to comfort her. "I'll bring Jau back, Rita."I'll do mybest was what he thought, not having the courage to show his doubts.

Rita's eyes were bloodshot. She looked even more distracted than when they had talked a few Ksecs before. "I know, Ezr. I know. The Spiders are good people. They'll know Jau didn't want to harm them." She had spent much of her lifetime enamored with the life on Arachna, but her faith in the translations seemed to be slipping away. "But, but if they won't let you have him...Please. Give him..." She pushed a clear little box into his hand. It had a thumb lock, presumably keyed to Jau Xin. He saw a 'membrance gem inside. She broke off and melted back into the crowd.

SIXTY-FOUR

It was 200Ksec to Lands Command. On the ground, the Spiders drove them up that long valley road. Eerie memories floated through Ezr's mind. Many of the buildings here were new, butI was here before it all began. It had been so unknowable then. Now there was the superficial gloss of information on everything. Zinmin Broute bounced from window to window and boggled with enthusiasm, naming everything he saw. They passed the library he had raided with Benny Wen. The Museum of the Dark Time. And the statues at the head of King's Way, that was Gokna's Reaching for Accord. Zinmin could tell you about every one of the twisted figures.

But today they were not lurkers stealing through someone else's sleep. Today the lights were very bright, and when they finally moved underground, it was as stark and alien as Ritser Brughel's Spiderish nightmares. The stairs were steep as ladders, and ordinary rooms were so low-ceilinged that Ezr and Zinmin had to crouch to move from place to place. Despite ancient drugs and millennia of gengineering, the full pull of planetary gravity was a constant, debilitating distraction. They were housed in what Zinmin claimed were royalty-class apartments, rooms with hairy floors and ceilings high enough to stand in. The negotiations began the next day.

• • •

The Spiders they had known in the translations were mostly absent. Belga Underville, Elno Coldhaven—those were names that Ezr recognized, but they had always been at a distance. They had not been part of Sherkaner Underhill's counterlurk. They must be consulting Victory Lighthill, though. As often as not during the negotiations, Underville would withdraw and there would be hissing conversations with persons unseen.

After the first couple of days, Ezr realized that some of those persons werevery far away: Trixia. Back in their rooms, Ezr called L1. Of course, the link went through Spider control. Ezr didn't care. "You told me that Trixia was in deFocus."

The pause seemed much longer than ten seconds. Suddenly Ezr couldn't wait for the excuses and the evasions. "Listen, damn you! The promise was that she would be in deFocus. Sooner or later you have to stop using her!"

Then Pham's voice came back. "I know, Ezr. The problem is, the Spiders have insisted that she be available, still Focused. It's a dealbreaker if we refuse...and Trixia refuses to cooperate with us in deFocus. We'd have to force it on her."

"I don't care. I don't care! They don't own her any more than Tomas Nau." He choked on the fear, and almost started bawling. Across the room, Zinmin Broute looked as happy as any ziphead Ezr had ever seen. He was sitting cross-legged on the hairy carpet, paging through some kind of Spider picture book.We're using him, too. We have to, just for a short while more.

"Ezr, it's only for a short time. This is breaking Anne up, too, but it's the only sure insight the Spiders have on us. They almost trust the Focused. Everything we say, every assertion, they are talking over with the zips. We don't have a chance of getting theHand people back without that trust. We don't have a chance of undoing Nau's work without that."

Rita and Jau. The thumb-locked box sat at the top of Ezr's kit. Strange. The Spiders had not insisted on getting into it or his other things. Ezr crumpled. "Okay. But, after this meeting, no oneowns anyone. The deal dies—I kill the deal—otherwise." He cut the connection before any answer could come back. After all, it didn't matter what the other replied.

Almost every day, they took the tortuous climb down to the same ghastly conference room. Zinmin claimed that this was the chief of Intelligence's private office, a "bright and open-storied room, with nooks and isolated perches." Well, there were nooks, dark fluting chimneys with hidden lairs at the top. And the video along the walls was a constant nonsense. He and Zinmin had to cross cold stone to sit on piled furs. Four or five Spiders were usually present, and almost always Underville or Coldhaven.

But the negotiations were actually going well. With the Focused to back up his story, the Spiders seemed to believe what Ezr had to say. They seemed to understand how good things could become with only a little cooperation. Certainly, the Spiders could have a presence at the rockpile. Technology would be transferred downward without restriction, in return for human access to the ground. In time, the rockpile and the temps would be moved into high Arachna orbit and there would be joint construction of a shipyard.

Sitting with the Spiders for Ksecs each day was a wearing experience. The human mind was not designed to warm to such creatures. They seemed not to have eyes, just the crystal carapaces that saw better than any human vision. You could never tell what they were looking at. Their eating hands were in constant motion, with meanings that Ezr was only beginning to understand. And when they gestured with their principal arms, the movement was abrupt and aggressive, like a creature on the attack. The air had a bitter, stale smell, which was strongest when extra spiders crowded around.And next time, we bring our own toilets. Ezr was getting bowlegged trying to accommodate himself to the local facilities.