Roboteer (47 page)

‘Don’t you realise what you’re doing?’ Gustav shouted. ‘You’re risking the Earth! What do you suppose the Galateans will do when they’ve finished demolishing your fleet?’

‘They will submit,’ said Tang. ‘They have one world. We have twelve. They cannot win and I am tired of wasting time.’

The man had lost his mind if he thought the Galateans would just give up. He could be bringing about the deaths of billions. The truth was that Tang simply couldn’t tolerate losing. He’d rather destroy everything they’d worked for.

Gustav looked back and forth between Tang and the monitor wall as the counter ticked down. He realised with terrible clarity that the moment had come to make an executive decision. He pulled the automatic out of his pocket, the same gun he’d carried with him every day since the trouble with the
Ariel
started. He pointed it at Tang’s head.

‘Turn off the suntap,’ he said again.

‘Lieutenant Gul, please arrest the general,’ Tang said with a sigh. He didn’t even look away from the monitor wall.

The lieutenant floated up from his couch by the door, reluctance plain on his face. He reached for his own weapon.

Gustav couldn’t wait any longer. He shot Tang in the head. Tang flopped forwards as his brain sprayed across the cabin.

There was a moment of stunned silence on the bridge.

‘I am now the senior officer aboard this ship,’ Gustav announced. ‘You will follow my orders. Commander Lee, deactivate the suntap immediately. Order the withdrawal of all ships.’

Lee stared at Gustav in blank panic and glanced for a moment at Rodriguez. Gustav swung around and trained the weapon on the disciple’s face.

‘Any man who obeys the general will answer to the Prophet,’ said Rodriguez in a loud, almost jubilant voice. His arms remained folded across his chest. He regarded Gustav levelly, his eyes bright with zeal. ‘So we see your true colours at last, General.’

‘Yes!’ Gustav shouted back. ‘I will not stand by and watch genocide!’ He glanced quickly at Gul, who thankfully hadn’t moved a muscle. ‘Listen to me,’ Gustav told the assembled officers. ‘Rodriguez has no formal power here. You do not need to listen to him. Ask yourselves if you wish to be a party to this act. Use the g-ray deterrent against Galatea and you legitimise their taking
that ship
to Earth.’

‘Turn off the ray and face the wrath of the High Church!’ Rodriguez countered. His face broke into a beatific smile. ‘I was confused when I first laid eyes on that monster,’ he told the crew, his voice taking on the sing-song tones of a sermon. ‘For a moment, my faith wavered. For our enemies, so thick in sin, to be handed so great a weapon horrified me. Had God abandoned us, I asked myself. I could not see what he intended. I even wondered for a moment if the general here might have been right all along! Then when Tang brought us to this spot, I understood. The Lord has merely raised the stakes again, my children! He wishes the Galateans dead and, in return, he will give us their ship! We must be fearless! We must act in his name regardless of the threat to ourselves! If that means we risk the Earth, then so be it.’

Rodriguez pointed a quavering finger at Gustav’s chest. ‘You cannot win,’ he intoned, his sanity clearly at breaking point. ‘Your career is already over. Put down your gun and submit before God!’

There was a coughing sound from Gustav’s right. A red stain spread across Rodriguez’s snow-white ship-suit. The disciple’s eyes widened in surprise. He looked down at the wound and touched it with his outstretched finger.

‘Oh,’ he said, and promptly died.

Gustav turned to see Lieutenant Gul staring at the dead man, his gun hanging from his limp hand.

‘I don’t want to risk the Earth,’ Gul said simply.

Gustav snapped into action. ‘Commander Lee, follow my orders, please.’

Lee’s hands flew to the control board. ‘Suntap deactivated, sir. Retreat and surrender orders have already been sent to the fleet.’

Gustav exhaled and the tension went out of his body. He would have laughed if he hadn’t felt so exhausted all of a sudden.

‘Prepare to deliver our command codes to the Galatean captain with my compliments,’ he said and slumped into his seat.

19.5: WILL

Will watched the Earther ships pull away with mingled elation and relief. Something about the battle had weighed heavy on his heart.

‘Broadcast from General Ulanu,’ said Hugo.

‘Put it up,’ Ira told him.

Ulanu’s long, sober face appeared. ‘Captain Baron, we surrender unconditionally. Furthermore, you should know that Admiral Tang, the man who ordered both the attack on your world and your ship, is dead. Please regard all Earther forces that remain as non-threatening. I have given the order for our troops to be removed from the surface of your planet, but that may take some time.’

Cheering erupted aboard the
Ariel Two
. The crew broke out of their couches and hugged each other. Rachel and Will embraced.

‘You did it!’ Rachel exclaimed. ‘You beat them.’

Ira grabbed Will’s shoulder. ‘Thank you, Will,’ he said. ‘We owe this to you.’

Will shook his head. ‘We owe it to the help we got.’

Ira cocked an eyebrow. ‘I think your Transcended friends would disagree.’

Hugo shook Will’s hand. ‘Well done,’ he said, a little shyly. ‘Whatever happens next, at least we know we achieved this much.’

Will nodded and smiled.

Ira clapped his hands together. ‘Okay, people, it’s time to reply. The good general is waiting.’

Will took a deep breath and spoke. ‘Tell him we accept on one condition.’

‘And what’s that?’ said Ira.

‘That General Ulanu comes to our ship. I want him with us for the job we’re doing next.’

Rachel looked confused. ‘What do you mean, Will? It’s over, isn’t it?’

Will sighed and shook his head. ‘I’m afraid not. The Transcended charged me with convincing my species to change. I haven’t even started yet.’

Ira peered at him. ‘You want to go to Earth.’

Will nodded. ‘You don’t have to come with me. I can run the ship with SAPs. It’ll be less efficient, of course—’

Rachel grabbed him by the waist. ‘I wouldn’t miss it for anything.’

Will looked to the others. Hugo grimaced, something of the old pain surfacing in his eyes.

‘If they will suffer, I wish to see it,’ the scientist admitted.

Ira considered for a second, then nodded once. ‘Okay. Let’s go and talk to the Prophet.’

19.6: GUSTAV

Gustav waited patiently as his docking pod crawled out to the aperture that had appeared in the side of the alien vessel. He watched the monstrosity looming in the monitor window with all the calmness he could muster. If it was his fate to lose, he was determined to do it with dignity.

The last few hours had been some of the hardest of his life. He’d asked himself a dozen times since he surrendered if he’d made the right choice. He’d given in to the genetic racists. Was anything worth that? His decision would affect not only the people of Earth, but in all likelihood their children and their children’s children. Yet, even so, a struggling Earth had to be better than no Earth at all. Gustav refused to risk genocide, even if that made him a coward.

The price for his decision, it appeared, was to become a prisoner of war – a token in an unpleasant political game. Gustav was ready for that. He would turn this twist of fate to his advantage if he could and use it to bargain on behalf of his people. Maybe being so close to his enemies meant he could find new ways to fight his people’s economic oppression.

The pod locked home. Its door slid back to reveal the interior of another pod just like it. Will Kuno-Monet floated there in a ship-suit, apparently unarmed.

Gustav was surprised to see one of his adversaries so exposed. He’d expected treachery or violence, but not this. That was why he still carried his executive automatic. It sat in the bottom of his pocket, waiting. It occurred to him that he might take the initiative and use it now. However, he was not so much of a fool as to initiate new violence on the Galateans’ own ship. Not yet, anyway. He’d let the Galateans bring him to their habitat core first, before deciding whether to use it.

‘Hello, General,’ said the roboteer.

‘Good afternoon, Mr Monet.’

Monet gestured at his own pod. ‘Please, step aboard, there’s quite a long way still to go.’

Gustav floated over the threshold and hovered next to the Galatean. As the door shut behind him, Gustav felt an episode of his life ending with it. He breathed deeply as the pod gently accelerated into the bowels of the alien ship.

‘I’ve prepared one of the secondary habitat modules for your personal use,’ said Monet. ‘It’s just next to the one where we’re keeping the prisoners from the rescue of the
Nanshan
. You’d be surprised how many commandos your people left behind.’

Gustav’s spirits dipped a little further. ‘Am I to assume, then, that I too will be a prisoner here?’ he said.

Monet shook his head. ‘No. Far from it – I want your help.’

‘I can’t imagine what with,’ said Gustav.

‘To help arrange your planet’s unconditional surrender.’

Gustav shut his eyes. Of course. He was a fool to have believed even for a moment that the Galateans would restrain themselves as he had done. He wondered how long it would be before a g-ray was pointed straight at Bogotá. He tried not to feel sick.

The pod ride ended at another airlock.

‘Please, after you,’ said Monet.

Gustav steeled himself and pushed through the doorway into a circular tunnel. It opened onto a near-spherical chamber that had been laid out as an extremely spacious and comfortable cabin. The standard Kingdom fleet bunk bed and wash cubicle bolted to the floor looked ridiculous surrounded by so much room. The Galateans had also set up a desk with a computer console for him. It was better than Gustav had expected. Nevertheless, it was still a prison cell.

Gustav smiled wryly. ‘Far nicer than my current accommodations. I am very grateful for your attention and good treatment, Mr Monet, but I will have to disappoint you. I have no intention of betraying my world or my people.’

Monet fixed him with an oddly penetrating glance. ‘I am seeking your help,’ he said, ‘and I’m prepared to ask nicely. If you’re prepared to cooperate, you will find me to be surprisingly flexible.’

Gustav snorted in amusement, recognising his own words. ‘Yes. An interesting reversal of fortunes since our last conversation, is it not?’

Will shrugged. ‘Last time we met, you left me to be tortured while you came here to subdue my world. I will not do that to you.’

Gustav frowned. ‘You misjudge me,’ he said. ‘I was not given a choice. I had no desire to leave you to the High Church, or to come here.’

‘We all have choices, General,’ said Will.

Gustav curled his lip. ‘How quaint and naïve of you to say so.’

‘Is it?’ Monet replied darkly. ‘Then I shall be quaint. I will explain to you what I intend to do and then give you a choice. You can either help me, or you can refuse. If you refuse, no harm will come to you. I will release you on Earth, unharmed.’

‘You seek to threaten me by delivering me into the custody of the Prophet,’ Gustav remarked dryly. ‘No such luck, Mr Monet. My fate is already sealed. He will reach me wherever you set me down.’

Monet looked unimpressed. ‘I have no desire to threaten you in any way. I’ll land you wherever the hell you like when this is over. In the meantime, why don’t you listen to what I have to say before assuming I’m playing some kind of mind game with you?’

Gustav spread his hands in a gesture of appeasement. It couldn’t hurt to listen.

‘Speak, then,’ he said, arranging his features into an expression of polite attentiveness. ‘Tell me what you have in mind.’

‘I’m going to take this ship to Earth,’ said Monet. ‘I’m going to broadcast the truth of what we found to the entire planet. And then I’m going to demand they replace the Truist government with one that will cooperate with the Transcended. Ideally, I’d like you to lead it.’

Gustav laughed in his face. ‘Be your puppet, in other words. Why, Mr Monet, I’m touched. But let me ask you – what in God’s name gave you the impression that I’d be prepared to be Galatea’s lapdog?’

‘I’m not looking for a lapdog,’ Monet replied coldly. ‘And I chose you because you’re the one Truist I’ve met who appears capable of seeing reason. You specifically said you believed the people of Earth should hear about the aliens. That’s why I told you the truth that day in the cell.’

‘The truth,’ Gustav sneered. ‘You told me that a race of ancient extraterrestrials had decided Galatea should win the war. I still find that rather hard to swallow.’

Monet folded his arms. ‘Perhaps I didn’t explain myself properly. The Transcended are not interested in our wars. What they want is an end to governance based on ignorance, and for our species to accept genetic modification and use it wisely.’

‘The same thing,’ said Gustav. ‘You still expect me to believe that an advanced race condones genetic racism?’

‘What’s
racist
about modification?’ Will snapped suddenly.

Gustav stared at the Galatean and then shook his head sadly. ‘Can you really not see it? You who were bred to talk to machines? Humans should not be tinkered with like farm animals, Mr Monet. Because there will always be the designers and the designed. The owners and the slaves.’

‘The Transcended have let us live
precisely
because it does not have to be that way,’ Monet retorted. ‘The requirement for our survival is for us to change without resorting to that.’

‘Then what are we changing
for
?’ Gustav demanded. ‘If your Transcended are so interested in social justice, then we cannot be changing in the name of commerce or power. So what is it? What’s wrong with simply having justice between
humans
?’

‘Because it doesn’t last!’ said Monet, exasperated. ‘Look at us.’ He threw his arms wide. ‘Why are we even fighting? We’re destroying ourselves. Think what your precious humanity expends its energies on. Exactly those things you claim to despise: blind faith and callous exploitation. The same behaviours that have crippled us for our entire history. They’re what ruined the Earth, for crying out loud! And did your people learn anything from that? No! The only force you could find that was strong enough to bind yourselves together was something even more brutal than what you had before.’