The Revelation Space Collection (revelation space)

by Alastair Reynolds

  ‘With you so far.’

  Dreyfus smiled. ‘There was advanced technology aboard that ship — a Conjoiner device called Exordium that lets them see into the future.’

  ‘If I was hearing this from anyone other than Tom Dreyfus, I’d get Mercier up here with a full psychiatric renormalisation kit.’

  ‘The Conjoiners have to be in a kind of dream-state just to interpret what it shows them. It’s imprecise, but a hell of an improvement on not being able to see into the future at all.’

  ‘I’d buy one like a shot.’

  ‘Not for sale, apparently. Which is why Aurora needed to kidnap the Conjoiners and get them to run Exordium for her. That’s what they’ve been doing in that rock all the while: looking into the future on Aurora’s behalf. Seeing things she can’t see.’

  ‘And what did they see, Tom?’

  ‘The end of the world. A time of plagues, Clepsydra said. Beyond that, the dreamers couldn’t see anything. Aurora kept trying to persuade them to interpret the dreams differently. When they didn’t show her what she wanted, she turned the screws on them.’

  ‘I need to speak to this Clepsydra,’ Aumonier said. ‘The scarab may not like her being in this room, but she doesn’t have to be physically present — I only need a voice and a face.’

  ‘I wish you could speak to her,’ Dreyfus answered heavily. ‘Gaffney killed her, then tried to pin it on me. Given the knowledge she’d already sucked out of our records, there was a very real threat of her being able to pin down Aurora’s location, maybe even isolate some weakness we could use against her. That’s why she had to go. But it turns out Clepsydra had the last laugh after all.’

  ‘Then what about Gaffney? If he’s working for Aurora, we must be able to get something useful out of him?’

  ‘I sincerely hope so. I’m going to find out everything he knows. Then we can start formulating a response. I want those habitats back. I particularly want my deputy field back.’

  ‘You realise Thalia may already be dead, Tom? I’m sorry, but someone has to say it. Better that you start dealing with the possibility now rather than later.’

  ‘She’s dead when we recover her body,’ Dreyfus said. ‘Until then she’s behind enemy lines.’

  ‘I fully approve of that sentiment, but don’t raise your hopes, that’s all I’m saying.’ Aumonier closed her eyes and took a deep, cleansing breath before reopening them. ‘Now let’s talk about me, shall we? You said I am being reinstated to full status.’

  ‘If you want it.’

  ‘Of course I damned well want it. This is what keeps me alive.’

  ‘It could be what kills you. Things aren’t going to get any less tense around here any time soon. Are you sure you’re ready for that? There isn’t anyone I’d sooner see running the organisation in a time of crisis, but you’ve given Panoply more than enough in the last eleven years. No one would hold it against you if you decided to sit this one out.’

  ‘I’m in command.’

  ‘Good,’ called another voice from the still-open passwall. Aumonier recognised the hovering form of Baudry.

  ‘Hello, Lillian,’ Aumonier said guardedly.

  Baudry attached her own safe-distance tether and drifted out until she flanked Dreyfus, stabilising herself to the same local vertical. ‘There’s something I need to say, Supreme Prefect. I let you down. I can’t speak for Michael Crissel, but I should never have been party to what happened in this room.’

  ‘Prefect Dreyfus tells me you’ve considered resignation.’

  ‘That’s correct. And I will resign, too, if you wish it.’

  Aumonier let the other woman wait, until the silence had become as electrically potent as the air before a thunderstorm. ‘I don’t approve of what you did, Lillian. Gaffney may have played a part in the decision to remove me from power, but you should still have resisted him. It’s to your discredit that you failed to do so.’

  ‘I’m sorry,’ Baudry mouthed.

  ‘You should be. Crissel as well, were he still with us.’

  ‘We thought we were doing the right thing.’

  ‘And the fact that I expressly requested to be allowed to stay in power — that didn’t mean anything to you?’

  ‘Gaffney said we should ignore your pleas, that secretly you would be craving permission to step down.’ A little defiance returned to Baudry now. ‘We were doing our best. I’ve told you already that I’m ashamed of what happened. But at the time I did not have the luxury of hindsight, of knowing what we now do about Sheridan.’

  ‘Enough,’ Aumonier said, raising a calming hand. She thought about all the testing years that Lillian Baudry, a good, loyal senior prefect, had spent in her shadow. Never once being able to demonstrate true effectiveness, true leadership, never once having the temerity to question or undermine a single one of Aumonier’s decisions. ‘What’s done is done. At least now we both know where we stand. Don’t we?’

  ‘I have apologised. I am ready and waiting for either a resignation order or new commands.’

  ‘Both of you might want to take a look at that feed,’ Dreyfus said. ‘Before you make any rash decisions, that is.’

  ‘What feed?’ Baudry asked.

  ‘He means the long-range surveillance of House Aubusson, I think,’ Aumonier said. ‘Something’s happening there, isn’t it?’

  Dreyfus nodded. ‘It started while we were speaking.’

  ‘We’ve been monitoring the thermal output from the four habitats for a number of hours,’ Baudry said, shifting effortlessly back into the detached tones of neutral professionalism. ‘Two of them, Aubusson and Szlumper Oneill, show evidence of activity in their manufactories. It’s as if the assembler plants have been cranked back up to full operating strength since Aurora’s takeover. So far, we’ve only been able to speculate as to what that means. What we do know is that Crissel’s ship was hit by more weapons than we can account for based on the Aubusson blueprints filed with Panoply. One theory, therefore, is that the factories are producing new defence systems, to further consolidate Aurora’s hold on the habitats.’

  ‘How long would it take to create and install new weapons if those manufactories were running at standard capacity?’ Aumonier asked.

  ‘Allowing for ready provision of raw materials and blueprints, no more than six to eight hours,’ Baudry answered. ‘It’s entirely feasible, given the timescales we’re looking at.’

  ‘But now it looks as if they’re not just making weapons,’ Dreyfus said.

  The image of House Aubusson was a three-quarters view captured at long-range by a surveillance cam well outside the attack volume of the habitat’s anti-collision weapons. It showed the factory end of the cylinder, not the docking hub where Crissel had presumably met his demise. Vast petal-like structures, curved doors many kilometres long, were opening in the domed endcap, revealing through a star-shaped aperture the blue-gold luminance of intense, frenzied industry.

  ‘Those doors… are they part of the habitat’s original design?’ Aumonier asked.

  Baudry nodded. ‘Back when the habitat had the capacity and the client base to grow entire ships, they needed those doors to launch them into space. But our records say they haven’t opened in over a century.’

  ‘Then why are they opening now?’

  ‘That’s why,’ Dreyfus said.

  Something was spilling through the gaps between the fingerlike doors, billowing out in a gauzy black mass, like an eruption of wasps. It was a cloud composed of thousands of individual elements.

  Simultaneously, Dreyfus and Baudry’s bracelets started chiming.

  ‘Someone else has noticed,’ Baudry said.

  ‘What are we looking at?’ asked Aumonier, a queasy feeling in her stomach. Up to this point, her crisis parameters had consisted of a hostage scenario in which Panoply might lose control of four habitats. Four was inexcusable, the worst disaster in eleven years, but it was still negligible compared to the mind-numbing immensity of the ten thousand. Containable,
she thought. And yet that emerging black cloud said otherwise. She did not yet know what it was, but she knew with piercing certainty that it was not good news, and that the crisis she had imagined Panoply to be facing was as nothing compared to the one that was now blossoming.

  ‘We need to know what that… froth is,’ she said, fighting to keep her voice from faltering. ‘We need numbers and tech assessments. We need to know what it’s for and where it’s headed.’

  ‘Doors are opening in Szlumper Oneill,’ Baudry said, reading a text summary on her bracelet. As she spoke, a window enlarged itself, squeezing others aside as it filled with a long-range view of the other habitat. A black cloud was boiling out of elongated slots near one of the polar docking complexes, smothering detail as it expanded.

  ‘I think it’s the same stuff,’ Aumonier said.

  ‘Has to be,’ Dreyfus said. ‘Question is, what about the other two habitats?’

  ‘No excess thermal activity in either Carousel New Seattle-Tacoma or the Chevelure-Sambuke Hourglass,’ Baudry said. ‘But according to our data, neither of those habitats has any kind of manufacturing capacity.’

  Dreyfus scratched at the back of his collar. ‘Thalia’s upgrade may have been contaminated, but I’m pretty sure she chose those four habitats herself, based on her own selection criteria.’

  ‘Meaning what?’ Aumonier asked.

  ‘Meaning Aurora may not have had any influence over which habitats she got control of. Given four, the chances were good that at least one of them was going to have some kind of manufacturing capability. But it wasn’t guaranteed. Looks like two of the four were duds, in any case. She’s captured them, but right now she can’t make them work for her.’

  ‘I’m not taking my eye off any of these habitats.’

  ‘I agree. But it shows us that Aurora isn’t pulling all the strings here. She had to work with the hand Thalia dealt her.’ Dreyfus flashed a bleak smile. ‘I won’t say it gladdens my heart, but—’

  ‘Problem is we may already have done the work she needs.’

  ‘I’m hoping that isn’t the case.’ But Dreyfus still nodded, letting Aumonier know that he shared her fears. ‘You’re right, though. We need a closer look at whatever those factories are spewing out. How fast would you say that stuff is emerging?’

  ‘I don’t know. Judging by the scale… hundreds of metres a second, maybe faster.’

  ‘I concur,’ Baudry said.

  ‘That’s what I was thinking,’ Dreyfus said. ‘Pretty damned fast, anyway. I’ll need to look at the Solid Orrery, but given the mean spacing between habitats, it isn’t going to take very long before the swarm reaches another one. Let’s assume the closest neighbour to Aubusson is sixty or seventy kilometres away, in the same orbit. Even if that stuff is only moving at ten metres a second, we’re not looking at much more than two hours. Of course, I hope I’m wrong.’

  ‘You’re hardly ever wrong,’ Aumonier said. ‘That’s what worries me.’

  Dreyfus glanced at Baudry. ‘We need to task ships for a close fly-by of one of those clouds. Automated, if possible, but manned if that’s all we can manage in the time available.’

  ‘I’ll get on it. We have a deep-system cruiser — the Democratic Circus — inbound from the Parking Swarm. I’ve already asked Captain Pell to swing by Aubusson, to see if he can image the remains of the Universal Suffrage, sweep for survivors and get a better look at those weapons emplacements.’

  ‘Tell them to take care,’ Dreyfus said.

  Baudry said, ‘I already did. Now I’ll tell them to take even more.’

  ‘The scope of this crisis is now greater than the four lost habitats,’ Dreyfus said, directing his words back at Aumonier. ‘I’ll run the Orrery immediately, but in the meantime I think we should consider an appropriate statement. We’ve buffered the citizenry so far, but now it may be time to start alerting the wider Glitter Band to the real nature of the crisis.’

  Aumonier swallowed hard. ‘I don’t want mass panic. What should we tell them?’

  Dreyfus looked pragmatic. ‘Frankly, mass panic may be the least of our worries.’

  ‘Even so… we still don’t know what we’re dealing with, what Aurora wants, what she’s doing with those habitats when she gains control of them.’

  ‘Tell them something’s trying to take over,’ Dreyfus said. ‘Tell them that it has nothing to do with the Ultras, and that we’ll phase in mass euthanisation if we even suspect that someone’s trying to settle an old score with the Swarm. Tell them that Panoply is declaring a Bandwide state of emergency, and that this time we really need a vote in favour of utilizing heavy weapons.’

  ‘We don’t have it already?’ Aumonier asked.

  ‘I dropped the ball,’ Baudry said. ‘I went to the polls, stressed that we had a crisis on our hands, but didn’t spell out the true severity of the situation. I didn’t lie, but I let them think I was just talking about the crisis with the Ultras.’

  ‘Because you didn’t want panic?’

  ‘Exactly so,’ she said.

  ‘Then you probably did exactly what I’d have done.’ Aumonier held Lillian Baudry’s gaze for a long moment, signalling to her that, whatever the other woman had done, her professional conduct in Aumonier’s absence was not in doubt. She needed allies around her now, people who knew they had her confidence and trust. ‘But Tom’s right,’ she added. ‘We need that vote. As a matter of fact, I’ll table a request for every emergency privilege in the book. Up to and including mass lockdowns and the curtailing of Bandwide abstraction and polling services.’

  ‘We haven’t had to do that in—’ Baudry began.

  Aumonier nodded. ‘I know. Eleven years. And doesn’t it feel like yesterday?’

  CHAPTER 22

  Dreyfus had asked to be alerted the instant Sheridan Gaffney regained consciousness. Mercier — who was now handling the patient following the fraught operation that had been mainly supervised by Demikhov — was predictably reluctant to let Dreyfus anywhere near the recuperating senior prefect.

  ‘If you had any idea of the severity of the procedure he’s just gone through, the extent of the internal damage caused by the whiphound,’ Mercier said, waving his hands graphically, his treasured fountain pen clutched like a dagger as he guarded the entrance to the medical centre.

  Dreyfus looked at the doctor obligingly. He’d always had a good relationship with Mercier and was reluctant to jeopardise it now. ‘I understand your concerns. They’re admirable. All I need to know is, can he talk?’

  ‘He’s suffered severe laceration of the trachea. He has a damaged larynx. About all he can manage right now is a croak, and even that causes him great pain. Please, Tom. No matter what this man did, but he’s still a patient.’

  ‘If we could wait, we would,’ Dreyfus said, ‘but right now we’re in a situation where even an hour is too long. Gaffney has information vital to the security of the Glitter Band. I need to speak to him immediately.’

  Mercier wilted, clearly aware that this was not a battle he could hope to win. ‘You can force this through, can’t you?’

  ‘I have Jane’s authority. Baudry’s, too, as if Jane’s isn’t enough. Please, Doctor. Minutes are ticking by while you and I debate the health of a man who was quite happy to murder another of your patients.’

  Mercier looked disappointed. ‘You think I didn’t put two and two together, Tom? I’m not that stupid. I guessed exactly what Gaffney did. But he’s still a sick man, no matter what he did to Clepsydra.’

  Dreyfus placed a hand on Mercier’s green-sleeved forearm. ‘I need to do this. Please don’t make it any harder.’

  Mercier stepped aside. ‘Do whatever you have to do. Then get out of my clinic, Tom. The next time you come here, you’d better be the one seeking medical help.’

  Dreyfus stepped through into the recovery room. It was a spartan cube lit only by thin blue strips set into the upper walls. Gaffney was in a bed at one end of the cube, attended by a single medical ser
vitor with a swooping white swan’s neck. The transparent passwall sealed itself behind Dreyfus, subtly changing the acoustics of the room. He walked to the bedside, then conjured his usual chair out of the floor. Gaffney’s face was an impassive mask, almost deathlike, but his eyes betrayed alertness. They tracked Dreyfus with reptilian intensity.

  ‘No flowers?’ Gaffney said, scratching the words out. ‘That’s a surprise.’

  ‘You’re more talkative than Mercier led me to expect.’

  ‘What’s the use in not being talkative? You’re going to make me speak one way or another.’ The words emerged dry as charcoal, each one forced out separately. Something horrible rattled down in his lungs.

  Dreyfus tucked his hands together in his lap. ‘We have a situation, Sheridan. I thought you might be able to shed some more light on it.’

  ‘I told you everything I know.’

  ‘We have a handle on Aurora now, but there’s still a lot more we’d like to know.’ He checked his bracelet. ‘Thirty minutes ago, House Aubusson and Szlumper Oneill began releasing clouds of manufactured entities into Glitter Band space. We’re still not sure what those entities are yet, but at least now we have some idea of where they’re headed. They’re not expanding in all directions. They’re moving in two directed flows, like wasps following a scent trail. In less than two hours, those flows will come into contact with two other habitats with combined populations exceeding six hundred and fifty thousand citizens. Do you want to speculate about what might happen when those flows touch the habitats?’

  Gaffney’s expression hadn’t changed since Dreyfus had entered the room. His mask of a face was still fixated on the ceiling. ‘If you’re so worried, why don’t you move the habitats?’

  ‘You know we can’t change the orbit of a fifty-million-tonne structure just by clicking our fingers. We can’t stop the arrival of the flow of entities either: the individual elements might be vulnerable, but there are just too many of them. The best we can do is alert those habitats, get them to prepare their defences and initiate whatever kind of evacuation programme they have in place. We’ve already done that, of course, but given the time available, we’ll be lucky to offload more than ten thousand citizens by the time the flows hit.’ Dreyfus leaned closer to the bedside. ‘That’s why I’d really like to know what’s going to happen, Sheridan.’