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"This
is
relevant," I replied. "When an intelligent alien adopts a name from human mythology, it's making a statement. If you met an extraterrestrial that introduced itself as Count Dracula, would you let it near your throat?"

"He would if it offered him trade concessions," Ubatu said.

"Now, now," murmured Captain Cohen, "no garbage talk on my bridge." He turned back to me. "Go on, Youn Suu. Tell us about Balrogs."

"It's not
Balrogs
plural." I gestured toward the screen as Zoonau continued to disappear under a blanket of red. "That's all one creature:
the
Balrog. It's a single consciousness, distributed over quadrillions of component units usually called spores. And the spores have been found on hundreds of worlds throughout the galaxy."

"So it's a hive mind?" Li muttered. "I hate those things."

"Yes, Ambassador," I said, "it's a hive mind. The spores stay in constant telepathic contact with each other, regardless of how far apart they are.
Instantaneous
contact, even when separated by thousands of light-years. The Balrog is like a single brain with lobes in different star systems, but still intellectually integrated. Some experts believe hive minds are the next evolutionary step above individual creatures like ourselves. We've certainly encountered lots of hive minds in our galaxy: not just the Balrog, but the Lucifer, the Myshilandra, possibly Las Fuentes—"

"Hold it," Li interrupted. He was massaging his temples again. "Let's get something clear. How smart is this Balrog?"

"Smarter than
Homo sapiens
and our usual alien trading partners," I said. "How much smarter, nobody knows. The Balrog is so far beyond humans, when we try to measure its intelligence, we're like two-year-olds trying to rank the IQs of Newton and Einstein."

Li curled his lip in disgust. "How typical. Explorers love saying that humans are idiots. You
enjoy
thinking you're at the bottom of the heap. That's where you're comfortable."

"Now, now," Captain Cohen murmured.

"No, really," Li said. "What makes her think this Balrog is smart? Better technology?" The ambassador waved his hand dismissively. "Better technology isn't a matter of intelligence; it's just how long you've been in the game. We have better machines today than the ancient Chou Dynasty, but we're not a milligram smarter."

"Oh God," Ubatu groaned. "He's going to quote Confucius again."

"Ambassador Li," I said (all the while watching the city of Zoonau being buried alive), "you don't grasp the nature of superior intelligence. Suppose you create a brand-new intelligence test. Give it to average humans, and they'd finish in, say, an hour, probably with a number of mistakes. Give it to the most intelligent people in the Technocracy, and they might finish in half the time, with almost no mistakes. But if you approach the Balrog with your test in hand, it'll say, 'What took you so long? I've been waiting for you to show up since last Saturday. I got so bored, I've already finished.' Then it will hand you a mistake-free copy of the test you just invented. The Balrog can foresee, hours or days or months in advance, exactly what questions a person like you would invent. It doesn't read your mind, it
knows
your mind.
That's
superior intelligence."

Li snorted in disbelief. I wondered why. Because he couldn't imagine a universe where he wasn't on the top rung? "Look," I said, "when we classify the Balrog as 'beyond human intelligence,' we don't mean it's faster or more accurate in mundane mental tasks.
We mean it can do things humans can't.
In particular, the Balrog displays an uncanny ability to intuit
Homo sapiens
thoughts and actions. Not just vague predictions but precise details of what we're going to do far into the future."

Li looked like he was going to interrupt. I went on before he could. "You may be thinking of quantum uncertainty and chaos theory: principles of human science that imply the future is inherently unpredictable. You're right, that's what human science says—which only proves the point. Humans are so stupid and self-centered, we think everything else in the universe has to be as limited as we are. But we're wrong. The Balrog has demonstrated repeatedly it can predict the actions of lesser creatures like us. If you don't believe that's possible... then you're a typical human, regarding yourself as the standard by which everything else should be measured."

"And what about you?" Li sneered. "Aren't you also hampered by human limitations? I suppose the less human you look—"

"Now, now," Cohen interrupted, waggling a scrawny finger at the ambassador. "Now, now."

"Explorers are just as limited as other humans," I said. "The difference is we recognize our limitations. Otherwise..." I took a breath to catch my temper. "Do you know how we first learned about the Balrog? I'll tell you. An Explorer took a single wrong step."

Ubatu looked up. "That sounds interesting. I don't know this part." As if she already possessed extensive familiarity with superior alien intelligence, so hadn't bothered to listen. Now, however, her nostrils flared as if she'd caught the smell of blood. I wondered if, like many of the most privileged in the pleasure palace, Ubatu had a ghoulish streak. Fascinated by tales of other people's suffering. She said, "I assume you have an amusing story to tell?"

"Not amusing but important," I said. "If you're ready to listen."

Li had gone back to rubbing his temples. He didn't speak—didn't even glance in my direction. I decided this was as attentive as he'd allow himself to be... so I began to tell the tale.

"You can see what the Balrog looks like." I nodded toward the vidscreen. The streets and buildings of Zoonau were completely lost under crimson fuzz. Cashlings, still untouched, either stood afraid to move or wandered in a daze. The Balrog slipped silently out from under the feet of the wanderers, then slid back after they'd passed, obliterating their footprints with spores of glowing red. The glow was brighter now, like the embers of a fire just before it's fanned into a blaze.

"When the Balrog isn't glowing or overwhelming a city," I said, "it looks like nothing special. A patch of colored moss. Most humans would pass it without thinking... which is what a woman named Kaisho Namida did. Thirty years ago, she was an Explorer on a survey of some unnamed planet, and she stepped on a bit of nondescript red moss. No human had ever encountered the Balrog before, so Kaisho didn't know what it was. She found out soon enough. The instant her foot came down, the Balrog ripped through Kaisho's boot like paper and injected spores into her flesh."

Cohen, Li, and Ubatu looked toward the vidscreen. In Zoonau, moss was still dodging out of the Cashlings' way. "As you can see," I said, "the Balrog is mobile.
Very
mobile. We think it can teleport across the galaxy in seconds. If it didn't want to be stepped on, it could easily have got out of Kaisho's way. But it didn't. It waited for her to step down, then it took her like lightning—sending spores through her bloodstream, her nervous system, every tissue in her body."

Ubatu's face was keen. "You say it
took
her. Like a parasitic infestation?"

"Yes. The spores invaded all her major organs."

"Did she die?"

"No. She felt almost nothing—just a pain in her foot where the spores had entered. Her partner rushed her to medical treatment, and that's when the doctors found bits of Balrog throughout her body. They considered chemotherapy to see if they could kill the spores without killing Kaisho... but before they could start treatment, the Balrog took possession of Kaisho's mouth and said the magic words."

"What magic words?" Li asked.

"Greetings,"
I recited,
"I am a sentient citizen of the League of Peoples. I beg your Hospitality."

Cohen gave a little chuckle. "This parasite waltzed into a woman's body like cancer, then asked to be treated nicely? That's chutzpah."

"True," I said. "But the Balrog had done nothing to violate League of Peoples' law. It hadn't killed anyone. Kaisho was still in excellent health. On the other hand, if the doctors tried to kill the spores inside her body, maybe the doctors would be guilty of killing sentient creatures."

"Why?" Li asked. "Killing a few spores in a hive mind doesn't hurt the organism as a whole. Last night I served champagne for dinner—killed a few cells in people's brains and livers—but the League didn't come after me for murder."

"The League cares a lot about motive," I said. "Presumably, you served that champagne to be hospitable—not to commit deliberate homicide on cells you thought were sentient beings. But if the doctors had injected Kaisho with chemicals intentionally designed to kill spores they knew to be sentient..." I shrugged. "You can never tell with the League. Common sense may say one thing, but you can't help wondering if the League thinks the opposite. And where will they draw the line? If a doctor is declared nonsentient for killing Balrog spores, will the League blame the hospital for not preventing the crime? Will they blame the navy for improper supervision of the hospital? Will they blame the entire Technocracy?"

"Oy," said Cohen. "These things always make my head hurt."

Li growled and continued to massage his temples.

"In the end," I said, "no one was willing to risk removing the Balrog—especially since Kaisho seemed unharmed. They sent her to a navy rehab center to monitor her condition, and nobody ever again suggested killing the spores."

"So that's it?" Ubatu asked. "Nothing happened?" She didn't bother to hide her disappointment.

Without answering, I walked to a tiny control console stuffed into the bridge's back corner. The console saw little use on
Pistachio
—it was the station from which we Explorers would operate reconnaissance probes if we ever got a planet-down mission. Once a week in the middle of the night, Tut and I used the station to run drills and diagnostics; otherwise, the equipment gathered dust.

I sat down to search through some files. When I found the photograph I wanted, I displayed it on the vidscreen, replacing the footage from Zoonau. "This," I said, "is Kaisho Namida today."

The picture showed a woman in a wheelchair. Her face was hidden behind long salt-and-pepper strands of hair; these days, she combed her hair forward to conceal her features. But I doubted if many people ever lifted their gaze as high as her head. They'd be too busy staring at the continuous bed of glowing red moss that reached from her toes, up her legs to her pelvis, and on as high as her navel.

Though it couldn't be seen in the photo, I knew the moss wasn't just an outer coating. Her legs had no flesh left, no blood, no bone—they were solid moss through and through, still shaped like the limbs they'd once been, but entirely nonhuman.

No one knew what remained of Kaisho's lower abdomen. Three years after her "accident," she'd checked out of rehab, got discharged from the navy, and refused further medical exams. Now, with the moss grown above her waist, did she still have intestines and reproductive organs somewhere beneath? Or was there just moss, a thick undifferentiated wad of it from belly to spine?

Ubatu and Li leaned forward. I'd finally caught their full attention.

"Is it
eating
her?" Li asked.

"Not precisely," I said. "The spores get most of their energy from photosynthesis, so they aren't consuming her for simple sustenance. They
are
breaking down her tissues and using the component chemicals to build new spores."

Li was now holding his stomach instead of his head. "Why the hell doesn't the League do something? This Balrog is devouring a sentient woman."

"But it's not
killing
her. Kaisho is still very much alive. And given the speed at which she's being consumed, she'll live a full human life span before the moss finishes her off. Possibly longer. The Balrog isn't just absorbing her, it's changing her. The spores keep her arteries free of plaque; and her heart is as strong as a teenager's, even though she's now..." I looked at a data display on my console. "She's now one hundred and sixteen years old."

"Oy." Captain Cohen was also leaning forward in his chair, staring at the moss-laden woman. "So what does poor Kaisho think about this? Me, I'd cut off my legs as soon as I saw moss growing."

"That wouldn't have helped," I said. "The moss had permeated her internal organs long before it showed outside. Amputate the visible spores, and there'd still be plenty in her heart, her lungs, her bloodstream—everywhere. As for Kaisho's opinion of what's happening to her..." I tried to speak without inflection. "She's thrilled to have been chosen as the Balrog's host. It's transforming her into something glorious. She admits that her primitive brain sometimes panics at the thought of being cannibalized, but her higher mental functions soon reassert themselves, and she recognizes the privilege she's been given. Kaisho is deeply, joyously, in awe of the Balrog and loves it without reserve."

"In other words," said Li, "she's been brainwashed."

"The spores," I said, "have suffused every part of Kaisho's nervous system, including the brain. When she speaks, we have to assume it's the Balrog talking, not whatever remains of the original woman."

"You think there's some Kaisho left?" Cohen asked.

"The Balrog can't entirely obliterate her human personality; that would upset the League. The spores must have preserved enough of Kaisho's psyche that she's still technically alive."

"Oh good," said Li. "So she's conscious enough to
know
she's being eaten, enslaved, and brainwashed."

Ubatu flinched. She mumbled something under her breath, then turned her back on both Li and the vidscreen.

"Forgive an old man his senility," Captain Cohen said, "but what is the Balrog's point? If it's so inhumanly smart, why's it doing this? Kaisho... Zoonau... what does it want?"

"I can't answer about Zoonau," I told him. "As for Kaisho, there are plenty of theories why the Balrog took her, but they're all just speculation. The only thing we can say for sure is that the Balrog's action was premeditated—it can predict human actions with a high degree of accuracy, so it must have known when and where Kaisho would be. It waited for her at the perfect spot for an ambush. Then it took her the moment she came within reach."