The Revelation Space Collection (revelation space)

by Alastair Reynolds

  ‘Then you’re shit out of luck, Tommy-boy.’

  ‘I’m disappointed, Sheridan. You know better than any of us that there’s no sense in withholding information. We’ll get it out of you eventually, by hook or by crook. I have the authorisation to run a deep-cortex trawl, for one. Or I could go with one of those Model Cs so dear to your heart. See how you like a dose of enhanced subject compliance.’

  ‘In my condition, how long do you think I’d last?’

  ‘That’s a fair point,’ Dreyfus conceded. ‘So perhaps the trawl would be a safer bet. What would you go for, just out of interest?’

  ‘I’m old-fashioned. Never could get on with trawls.’

  Dreyfus nodded. ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I run a whiphound on you, you die before you spill your guts, end of story.’

  ‘I could think of worse outcomes.’

  Dreyfus unlaced his hands and tapped a finger against the side of his brow. ‘Here’s what I don’t get, Sheridan. You’re a solid Panoply man, as good a prefect as any of us. What exactly did Aurora have on you that made you turn traitor?’

  At last the mask fashioned a grimace-like smile. ‘You’re the traitor, Tom, not me. You and all the other cowards who turn a blind eye to what’s really going on in the Glitter Band. It’s been clear to me since we walked away from Hell-Five. The people voted us the power to protect them. Problem is we abdicated that responsibility years ago. We let the people down.’

  ‘That’s not quite the way it looks from where I’m sitting,’ Dreyfus said.

  ‘If only you saw the bigger picture, you’d understand.’

  ‘Enlighten me, Sheridan. Tell me what I’m not seeing. Would Aurora’s glimpse into the future have anything to do with it?’

  After a while Gaffney said, ‘You know about Exordium, then.’

  ‘Enough to know where to start trawling if you don’t tell me about it now.’

  ‘Aurora saw the end of everything we hold precious, Tom. We’ve created something wonderful around Yellowstone, something glorious, something unheralded in all the human history that’s come before us. Something fit to last a thousand years, or ten thousand. And yet it ends. Less than a hundred years from now, all this is over. Humanity opened a window into paradise, and in eighty or ninety years it closes. The Garden of Eden isn’t some ancient Biblical story about the fall of paradise thousands of years ago. It’s a premonition.’

  ‘How does it end?’

  ‘Everything goes, in a matter of hours and days. Aurora walked amongst their dreams. She saw habitats burning, she saw people screaming in agony, she saw Chasm City turning against its own inhabitants, becoming something monstrous.’

  ‘A time of plague,’ Dreyfus said.

  ‘No one sees it coming. There’s no time to prepare. It hits us when we feel at our least vulnerable, in our highest, brightest hour.’ Gaffney halted and caught his breath, the air rasping in and out of his lungs. ‘Aurora couldn’t let that happen, Tom. She believes the Glitter Band deserves better than to crash and burn.’

  ‘But we’re still talking about something eighty or ninety years in the future. Why is she taking action now?’

  ‘Prudence,’ Gaffney said. ‘Aurora believes the content of the Exordium prognostications, but not necessarily the detail. She’s worried that the Conjoiners were wrong about the timeline, that perhaps it might happen sooner than they predicted. There’s no time to wait for warning signals. If action is to be taken to ensure the future survival of the Glitter Band, we must move now, not in twenty years, or fifty years. Only then can she be certain of success.’

  ‘And this action?’ Dreyfus ventured, wondering how much Gaffney was going to give up without coercion.

  But Gaffney looked disappointed. ‘Isn’t it obvious? A benign takeover. The installation of a new authority that will ensure the Glitter Band’s security for time immemorial.’

  ‘She could have just come to us, if she had reasonable concerns.’

  ‘And how do you think Panoply would have reacted?’ Gaffney asked. ‘Not by taking the necessary measures, that’s for certain. We’ve already let the people take our guns away. Do you think that kind of ready submission implies an organisation with the necessary spine to take difficult, unpopular action, just because it happens to be in the public good?’

  ‘I think you answered that question for yourself.’

  ‘I love this organisation,’ Gaffney said. ‘I’ve given it my life. But little by little I’ve watched it allow the citizenry to erode its power. We were complicit in that, no question about it. We rolled over and handed the people back the very tools they’d given us to do our work. We’ve reached the point now where we have to beg for the right to arm our agents. And what happens when we finally issue that request? The people spit it back in our faces. They love the idea of a police force, Tom. Just not one with the teeth to actually do anything.’

  ‘Maybe taking guns off us wasn’t such a bad idea.’

  ‘It’s not just the guns. When we perform a lockdown, we spend the next year defending our actions. They’ll take lockdown authority from us next. Before you know it, we won’t even be allowed near our own polling cores. Aurora saw this coming. She knew that Panoply’s usefulness was always going to be limited, and that if the people were really to be protected, someone else was going to have to do it for them.’

  ‘This someone else being Aurora, and whoever’s with her,’ Dreyfus said quietly.

  ‘She’s no tyrant, if that’s what you’re thinking.’

  ‘A takeover sounds more than a little tyrannical, frankly.’

  ‘It won’t be like that. Aurora merely envisages a state of affairs in which the people are protected from the consequences of their own worst actions. Under Aurora’s regime, life in the habitats will continue exactly as it does now. The citizenry will still have access to the same technologies they’ve grown to depend upon. No one will be denied longevity treatments, or any other medicines they need. The people will continue to enjoy the same luxuries as they do now, and on a day-to-day level their societies will look much the same. The artists will still work.’

  Dreyfus cocked his head. ‘Then I’m missing something. What will have changed?’

  ‘Only those things strictly essential for our future security. Needless to say, the Glitter Band will have to be isolated from the rest of human society. That’ll mean an end to commerce with the Ultras, and Chasm City. We can’t run the risk that some outside agent introduced to the Glitter Band causes its ultimate downfall.’

  ‘You think it will be something internal, something we do to ourselves?’

  ‘We can’t know that for certain, so we have to take reasonable precautions against other possibilities. That’s only right and proper, isn’t it?’

  ‘I suppose so.’

  ‘Likewise, travel between habitats will have to be curtailed. If the destabilising factor arises within the Glitter Band, we can at least stop it spreading.’

  ‘So no one ever gets to leave home.’

  Gaffney appeared genuinely perplexed by Dreyfus’s point. ‘But why would they ever want to, Tom? They’ll have everything handed to them on a plate: every amenity, every luxury.’

  ‘Except personal freedom.’

  ‘It’s overrated. How often do people exercise it, anyway? It’s only ever the minority that test the real limits of a society. Reasonable men don’t make history, Dreyfus. Most people are content with their lot, content to do today what they did yesterday. They’ll still have almost every old freedom within a given habitat.’

  ‘But they won’t be able to leave. They won’t be able to visit loved ones or friends in other habitats.’

  ‘It won’t come to that. Once Aurora has control of the ten thousand, she’ll allow a grace period before the strictures come into force. People will be permitted to move around as they wish until they’ve settled on their permanent place of residence. Only then will the gates be closed.’

  ‘There’ll always
be some people who regret the choice they made,’ Dreyfus said. ‘But I suppose you’re about to tell me they can always use abstraction to simulate physical travel.’

  Gaffney looked almost apologetic. ‘Well, actually… abstraction will need to be policed as well.’

  ‘By which you mean…’

  ‘A downgrading of the current provisions. For the sake of security, of course. It could be that the destabilising agent gains a foothold as a consequence of the data networks, you see. Aurora can’t take that risk. The habitats will need to be isolated from each other.’

  ‘The cure’s beginning to sound worse than the disease,’ Dreyfus said.

  ‘Oh, don’t make it sound worse than it really is. The habitats will still be running internal abstraction services. For many citizens, that’s already enough. And the data infrastructure will remain in place, so that Aurora can continue to supervise and assist the ten thousand.’

  ‘So let’s get this straight,’ Dreyfus said. ‘We’re talking about a state of curfew, in which no one can move, no one can communicate and in which no one has a democratic say in their own destiny?’

  Gaffney winced: Dreyfus couldn’t tell if it was because of his injuries, or because of what Dreyfus had just said. ‘But they’ll be safe, Tom. Not just today, not just tomorrow, but for the next ninety years and beyond. Under Aurora’s regime, the destabilising event will not be allowed to happen. The Glitter Band will persist.’

  ‘In chains.’

  ‘We’re talking about an interim security measure, not something that will have to remain in place in perpetuity. As the years roll on, Aurora will strive to identify the likely focus of the agent. Once the risk is quantified, the people can be handed back their own destiny.’ Gaffney peered intently into the depths of the ceiling, as if searching for inspiration. ‘Look at it this way, Tom,’ he said reasonably, as if the two of them were only a hair’s breadth from agreement. ‘A man is carrying a sharp instrument in a crowded space. He’s about to suffer an epileptic seizure. He could hurt himself, or those around him, if he is not unburdened of that instrument and perhaps restrained. What do you do? Do you sit back and respect his rights? Or do you take the action that will guarantee not only his safety, but that of everyone nearby?’

  ‘I ask him nicely to drop the sharp instrument.’

  ‘And you scare him in the process. He grips the instrument more tightly than ever. Now what?’

  ‘I disarm him.’

  ‘It’s too late. He cuts you anyway. Then the seizure kicks in and he starts hacking away at everyone else. Democracy is that sharp instrument, Tom. It’s the final weapon of the people, and sometimes they just can’t be trusted with it.’

  ‘And you can.’

  ‘Not me, not you. But Aurora?’ Gaffney shook his head: not in denial, but in an awed inability to express whatever was running through his mind. ‘She’s bigger than us. Faster and cleverer. I’d have my doubts, too, if I hadn’t been in her presence. But from the moment I first encountered Aurora, I’ve never had the slightest doubt that she’s the one to lead us forward, the one to guide us into the light.’

  Dreyfus stood up and conjured the chair back into the floor. ‘Thanks, Sheridan.’

  ‘We’re done?’

  ‘I think I’ve learned everything that you’re willing to tell me without coercion. You genuinely think this can’t be stopped, don’t you? That’s why you’re so content to tell me what Aurora has in mind.’

  ‘It was touch and go for a while back there,’ Gaffney said, confidingly. ‘And I’ll admit that matters were pre-empted by your discovery of Clepsydra. Aurora had been hoping not to have to move until she had complete control of the entire Glitter Band.’

  ‘You mean when Thalia made the upgrade to the entire ten thousand?’

  ‘That was the idea. One second the ten thousand would have been in the hands of the citizenry, the next they would have been Aurora’s. It would have been the ultimate bloodless revolution, Tom. No one would have been hurt or inconvenienced. Human distress would have been kept to an absolute minimum.’

  ‘Then I’m sorry I threw a wrench into her plans by doing my job.’

  ‘It wasn’t much of a wrench, all told. Aurora had always been mindful that it might be necessary to begin the takeover in a piecemeal fashion, habitat by habitat. It really won’t make much difference in the long run, though. Those clouds of manufactured entities you mentioned earlier? You’re still in the dark about them, aren’t you?’

  Dreyfus remained impassive, but something in his expression must have given the game away.

  ‘The machines are mass-produced weevil-class war robots,’ Gaffney said. ‘Very simple, very rugged, with just enough autonomy to cross space between habitats. By itself, a single weevil can’t do much damage. But the manufactories are spewing them out by the hundreds of thousands. That’s a lot of weevils, Tom. Weight of numbers’ll get you in the end. Always does.’

  ‘What will the weevils do when they reach the other habitats? Cut their way inside and kill everyone?’

  ‘Given that the objective here is to preserve human life, that would be rather counterproductive, don’t you think?’

  ‘So what, then?’

  ‘The weevils are carrying copies of the same upgrade Thalia already installed in the first four habitats. Once they reach the target habitats, they’ll work their way inside and infect their cores with the same security hole. Aurora will then have complete control of six habitats, not four.’

  ‘Your weevils will have to reach the polling cores first. The local citizenry are already standing by to protect them.’

  ‘They’ll slow the weevils, but not stop them. There’ll always be more weevils. The manufactories won’t stop making them. And once Aurora gains control of another manufactory-equipped habitat, she’ll start producing weevils there as well.’

  ‘So we shut down the polling cores. Destroy them, even. Same with the manufactories.’

  Again Gaffney looked apologetic, like someone who kept winning against a weaker opponent and was beginning to feel sorry for them. ‘Won’t work, either. Weevils are more than warriors. They’re general-purpose construction servitors. Can’t replicate, but there isn’t much else they can’t do. Build and integrate a new polling core? Matter of hours. I gave them the necessary blueprints. Repair a scuttled manufactory? Six hours. Maybe twelve. Ditto on the blueprints. Aurora’s covered all the bases, Tom. Why do you think I’d be telling you all this otherwise?’

  ‘I guess you may have a point there,’ Dreyfus said. Then he lifted up the cuff of his sleeve to reveal his bracelet. ‘Jane?’ he asked.

  ‘Aumonier,’ she replied, her voice reduced to a doll-like buzz.

  ‘The machines are weevil-class war robots. Someone needs to see what we have on them in the archive. Instruct the Democratic Circus to proceed with maximum caution. If they can bring one in intact, they should do so, but I don’t want to lose another deep-system cruiser without good reason.’

  ‘Copy, Tom,’ Jane Aumonier said.

  He cuffed down his sleeve and surveyed the man on the bed. ‘Of course, if I find you were lying about any of that—’

  ‘I wasn’t lying. And that was spoken like a true leader, by the way. You should have heard yourself. Anyone would have thought you were the supreme prefect the way you dished out instructions to Jane.’

  ‘We have a good understanding. It’s called mutual respect.’

  ‘Sounded more like the natural assumption of authority to me. Perhaps you covet her job the same way Baudry and Crissel did?’

  ‘We weren’t talking about Jane.’ Dreyfus reached behind his back and unclipped the whiphound he had been keeping there, out of Gaffney’s line of sight. He brought it around in front of him and let the other man see what he was holding.

  ‘Oh, now that’s low. Did Doctor Mercier see you come in with that thing?’

  Dreyfus whipped out the filament, letting it hiss against the floor. It sliced the quickmatt
er like a rapier through water, the floor material healing behind it almost instantly. ‘Don’t worry. It isn’t a Model C. Doesn’t have any of those fancy new features you were so keen to see installed.’

  ‘Are you going to kill me now?’

  ‘No. I’ll leave killing prisoners to the experts. I want you alive, Sheridan, so I can run a deep-cortex trawl while you still have some brain cells.’

  ‘Trawl me now. See how far it gets you.’

  ‘Sword mode,’ Dreyfus said, almost under his breath. The filament flicked to immediate rigidity. He swept it over Gaffney’s recumbent form, hard and fast enough to raise a whoosh of parted air. ‘I’ll spare you the sales pitch. You know what one of these can do in the wrong hands.’

  ‘I’ve told you everything.’

  ‘No, you haven’t. There’s an elephant in this room that you’re trying very hard to ignore, Sheridan. It’s called Ruskin-Sartorious. You set up the execution of that habitat, didn’t you?’

  ‘You know the Ultras were behind that.’

  ‘No,’ Dreyfus said patiently. ‘That’s what you wanted us to think. It had to look like an act of spite so we wouldn’t go nosing around trying to find the real reason. Dravidian and his crew were used, weren’t they? You got someone aboard their ship who knew how to manipulate the engines.’

  ‘Ridiculous.’

  ‘They would have needed expert insider knowledge of Conjoiner systems, but given that you already had a shipload of Conjoiners to torture, that wouldn’t have been insurmountable. The question is, why? What was it about Ruskin-Sartorious that mattered to you so much? Why did it have to burn?’ Dreyfus lowered the blade of the whiphound until it was almost touching the bruised skin of Gaffney’s throat. ‘Talk to me, Sheridan. Tell me why that had to happen.’