The Wind From a Burning Woman: Six Stories of Science Fiction (19 page)

At that communion, not only had Habiru and Catholic worshiped, but also the now-separate Muslims and a few diverse creeds best left forgotten. Those had been difficult times, perhaps as hard as the times just after the Exiling. Jeshua remembered listening to the talk between his father and a group of Catholicsrelaxed, informal talk, without the stiffness of ceremony that had grown up since. His father had mentioned that his young sons name was Jeshua, which was a form of Jesus, and the Catholics had clustered around him like fathers all, commenting on his fine form as a six-year-old and his size and evident strength. Will you make him a carpenter? they asked jokingly.

He will be a cain, his father answered.

They frowned, puzzled.

A maker of tools.

It was the making of tools that brought us to the Exiling, Sam Daniel said.

Aye, and raised us from beasts, his father countered.

Jeshua remembered the talk mat followed in some detail. It had stuck with him and determined much of his outlook as an adult, after the death of his father in a mining accident.

It was the shepherd who raised us above the beasts by making us their masters, another said. It was the maker of tools and tiller of the soil who murdered the shepherd and was sent to wander in exile.

Yes, his father said, eyes gleaming in the firelight. And later it was the shepherd who stole a birthright from his nomad brotheror have we forgotten Jacob and Esau? The debt, I think, was even.

Theres much that is confusing in the past, Sam Daniel admitted. And if we use our eyes and see that our exile is made less difficult by the use of tools, we should not condemn our worthy cains. But those who built the cities that exiled us were also making tools, and the tools turned against us.

But why? his father asked. Because of our degraded state as humans? Remember, it was the Habirus and Catholics then Jews and Christianswho commissioned Robert Kahn to build the cities for God-Does-Battle and to make them pure cities for the best of mankind, the final carriers of the flame of Jesus and the Lord. We were self-righteous in those days and wished to leave behind the degraded ways of our neighbors. How was it that the best were cast out?

Hubris, chuckled a Catholic. A shameful thing, anyway. The histories tell us of many shameful things, eh, lad? He looked at Jeshua. You remember the stories of the evil that men did.

Dont bother the child, his father said angrily.

Sam Daniel put his arm around the shoulder of Jeshuas father, Our debater is at it again. Still have the secret for uniting us all?

Half-asleep, he opened his eyes and tried to roll over on the bed.

Something stopped him, and he felt a twinge at the nape of his neck. He couldnt see wellhis eyes were watering and everything was blurred. His nose tickled and his palate hurt vaguely, as if something were crawling through his nostrils into the back of his throat. He tried to speak but couldnt. Silvery arms weaved above him, leaving grey trails of shadow behind, and he thought he saw wires spinning over his chest. He blinked. Liquid drops hung from the wires like dew on a web. When the drops fell and touched his skin, waves of warmth and numbness radiated.

He heard a whine, like an animal in pain. It came from his own throat. Each time he breathed, the whine escaped. Again the metal things bobbed above him, this time unraveling the wires. He blinked, and it took a long time for his eyelids to open again. There was a split in the ceiling, and branches grew down from it, one coming up under his vision and reaching into his nose, others holding him gently on the bed, another humming behind his head, making his scalp prickle. He searched for the twinge below his neck. It felt as if a hair was being pulled from his skin or a single tiny ant was pinching him. He was aloof, far above it, not concerned; but his hand still wanted to scratch and a branch prevented it from moving. His vision cleared for an instant, and he saw green enameled tubes, chromed grips, pale blue ovals being handed back and forth.

A anna eh uh, he tried to say. Eh ee uh. His lips wouldnt move. His tongue was playing with something sweet. Hed been given candy. Years ago hed gone for a mouth examinationwith a clean bill of healthand hed been given a roll of sugar gum to tongue on the way home.

He sank back into his skull to listen to the talk by the fireside again. Hubris, chuckled a Catholic.

Habirus, he said to himself. Hubris.

A shameful thing, anyway

Our debater is at it again. Still have the secret for uniting us all?

And raised us from beasts.

Deep, and sleep.

* * * *

He opened his eyes and felt something in bed with him. He moved his hand to his crotch. It felt as if a portion of the bed had gotten loose and was stuck under his hip, in his shorts. He lifted his hips and pulled down the garment, then lay back, a terrified look coming into his face. Tears streamed from his eyes.

Thanks to El, he murmured. He tried to back away from the vision, but it went with him, was truly a part of him. He hit the side of his head to see if it was still a time for dreams. It was real.

He climbed off the bed and stripped away his shirt, standing naked by the mirror to look at himself. He was afraid to touch it, but of itself it jerked and nearly made him mad with desire. He reached up and hit the ceiling with his fists.

Great El, magnificent Lord, he breathed. He wanted to rush out the door and stand on me balcony, to show God-Does-Battle he was now fully a man, fully as capable as anyone else to accomplish any task given to him, includingmerciful El! founding and fathering a family.

He couldnt restrain himself. He threw open the door of the apartment and ran naked outside.

BiGod!

He stopped, his neck hair prickling, and turned to look.

She stood by the door to the apartment, poised like a jack-lighted animal. She was only fourteen or fifteen, at the oldest, and slender, any curves hidden beneath a sacky cloth of pink and orange. She looked at him as she might have looked at a ravening beast. He must have seemed one. Then she turned and fled.

Devastated in the midst of his triumph, he stood with shoulders drooped, hardly breathing, and blinked at die afterimage of brown hair and naked feet. His erection subsided into a morning urge to urinate. He threw his hands up in the air, returned to the apartment, and went into the bathroom.

After breakfast he faced the information desk, squatting uncomfortably on a small stool. The front of the desk was paneled with green slats, which opened as he approached. Sensor cells peered out at him.

Id like to know what I can do to leave, he said.

Why do you want to leave? The voice was deeper than Thinners, but otherwise much the same.

Ive got friends elsewhere, and a past life to return to. I dont have anything here.

You have all of the past here, an infinite number of things to learn.

I really just want out.

You can leave anytime.

How?

This is a problem. Not all of Mandates systems cooperate with this unit

Which unit?

I am the architect. The systems follow schedules set up a thousand years ago. Youre welcome to try to leavewe certainly wont do anything to stop youbut it could be difficult.

Jeshua drummed his fingers on the panel for a minute. What do you mean, the architect?

The unit constructed to design and coordinate the building of the cities.

Could you ask Thinner to come here?

Thinner unit is being reassembled.

Is he part of the architect?

Yes.

Where are you?

If you mean, where is my central position, I have none. I am part of Mandala.

Does the architect control Mandala?

No. Not all city units respond to the architect. Only a few.

The cyborgs were built by the architect, Jeshua guessed.

Yes.

Jeshua drummed his fingers again, then backed away from the desk and left the apartment. He stood on the terrace, looking across the plains, working his teeth in frustration. He seemed to be missing something terribly important.

Hey.

He looked up. The girl was on a terrace two levels above him, leaning with her elbows on the rail.

Im sorry I scared you, he said.

Dis me, no terrafy. Lil shock, but dat all mucky same-same ereber dis em go now. Hey, do, I got warns fo you.

What? Warnings?

Dey got probs here, tween Mandala an dey oo built.

I dont understand.

No compree? Lissy dis me, close, like all dis depen ont: Dis em, was carry by polis en dis dey moob, weekr two ago. Was nofun. Walk an be carry, was I. No fun.

The city moved? Why?

To leeb behine de part dis dey call builder.

The architect? You mean, Thinner and the information desks?

An too de bods ich are hurt.

Jeshua began to understand. There were at least two forces in Mandala that were at odds with each otherthe city and something within the city that called itself the architect.

How can I talk to the city?

De polis no talk.

Why does the architect want us here?

Don know.

Jeshua massaged his neck to stop a cramp. Can you come down here and talk?

No now dis you are full a man----Too mucky for dis me, too cashin big.

I wont hurt you. Ive lived with it for all my lifecan live a while longer.

Oop! She backed away from the rail.

Wait! Jeshua called. He turned and saw Thinner, fully corporeal now, leaning on the rounded corner of the access hall.

So youve been able to talk to her, Thinner said.

Yes. Made me curious, too. And the information desk.

We expected it.

Then can I have some sound answers?

Of course.

Why was I brought hereto mate with the girl?

El! Not at all. Thinner gestured for him to follow. Im afraid youre in the middle of a pitched battle. The city rejects all humans. But the architect knows a city needs citizens. Anything else is a farce.

We were kicked our for our sins, Jeshua said.

Thats embarrassing, not for you so much as for us. The architect designed the city according to the specifications given by humansbut any good designer should know when a program contains an incipient psychosis. Im afraid its set this world back quite a few centuries. The architect was made to direct the construction of the cities. Mandala was the first city, and we were installed here to make it easier to supervise construction everywhere. But now we have no control elsewhere. After a century of building and successful testing, we put community control into the city maintenance computers. We tore down the old cities when there were enough of the new to house the people of God-Does-Battle. Problems didnt develop until all the living cities were integrated on a broad plan. They began to compare notes, in a manner of speaking.

They found humanity wanting.

Simply put. One of the original directives of the city was that socially destructive peoplethose who did not live their faith as Jews or Christianswould be either reformed or exiled. The cities were constantly aware of human activity and motivation. After a few decades they decided everybody was socially destructive in one way or another.

We are all sinners.

This way, Thinner directed. They came to the moving walkway around the central shaft and stepped onto it. The cities werent capable of realizing human checks and balances. By the time the problem was discovered, it was too late. The cities went on emergency systems and isolated themselves, because each city reported that it was full of antisocials. They were never coordinated again. It takes people to reinstate the interurban links.

Jeshua looked at Thinner warily, trying to judge the truth of the story. It was hard to accepta thousand years of self-disgust and misery because of bad design! Why did the ships leave the sky?

This world was under a colony contract and received support only so long as it stayed productive. Production dropped off sharply, so there was no profit, and considerable expense and danger in keeping contact. There were tens of millions of desperate people here then. After a time, God-Does-Battle was written off as a loss.

Then we are not sinners, we did not break Els laws?

No more than any other living thing.

Jeshua felt a slow hatred begin inside. There are others who must learn this, he said.

Sorry, Thinner said. Youre in it for the duration. Well get off here.

I will not be a prisoner, Jeshua said.

Its not a matter of being held prisoner. The city is in for another move. Its been trying to get rid of the architect, but it cantit never will. It would go against a directive for city cohesion. And so would you if you try to leave now. Whatever is in the city just before a move is cataloged and kept careful track of by watcher units.

What can any of you do to stop me? Jeshua asked, his face set as if hed come across a piece of steel difficult to hammer. He walked away from the shaft exit, wondering what Thinner would try.

The floor rocked back and forth and knocked him on his hands and knees. Streamers of brown and green crawled over a near wall, flexing and curling. The wall came away, shivered as if in agony, then fell on its side. The sections around it did likewise until a modular room had been disassembled. Its contents were neatly packed by scurrying coat-trees, each with a fringe of arms and a heavier frame for loads. All around the central shaft, walls were being plucked out and rooms dismantled. Thinner kneeled next to Jeshua and patted him on the shoulder.

Best you come with this unit and avoid the problems here. I can guarantee safe passage until the city has reassembled.

Jeshua hesitated, then looked up and saw a cantilever arch throwing out green fluid ropes like a spider spinning silk. The ropes caught on opposite bracings and allowed the arch to lower itself. Jeshua stood up on the uncertain flooring and followed Thinner.

This is only preliminary work, Thinner said as he took him into the cyborg room. In a few hours the big structural units will start to come down, then the bulkheads, ceiling, and floor pieces, then the rest. By this evening, the whole city will be mobile. The girl will be here in a few minutesyou can travel together if you want to. This unit will give you instructions on how to avoid injury during reassembly.