“It’s the British, then?”
“You are still not listening. The Russian Stalin sent millions of his own citizens to death in the gulags. That fine monster, Saddam Hussein, used napalm and poison gas on his own Kurdish citizens. Nor are our hands that clean. Didn’t the CIA slip down to Nicaragua, a country we were theoretically at peace with, and plant mines in the harbors there—”
“Which of them, then?” Benicoff said, breaking in. “I’m not going to deny that many crimes have been committed by many countries. That is one of the nastier legacies of nationalism and painfully stupid politicians that, along with war, must be eliminated. Nor did we come here for any political lectures. Which one did you approach with this plan? Which one is behind the theft and murders?”
“Does it matter? They are all capable and I can assure you that more than one was eager to do it. Perhaps I should tell you—but there is something far more important that I have to do.”
Beckworth reached into his jacket pocket and took out a pistol, which he pointed at them.
“I am very good with this—so stand where you are. I’m leaving—but first I have something for you, Brian. Something too long delayed. Your death. If you had died the way you were supposed to I would not be hiding here but would be a free and honored man. And exceedingly rich. I’m leaving—and you are dying. At last—”
“Killing forbidden!”
Sven roared the words, amplified and ear-destroying. Hurled itself forward at the same instant. Reaching for Beckworth.
Three shots sounded in rapid succession and the MI fell back. Holding onto Beckworth. Shuddered and fell to the ground still clutching the man in unbreakable embrace. Beckworth struggled to free himself, to raise the gun. Aimed at Sven’s head. Fired again—into the brain case.
The result was instantaneous—horrifying.
As every single branch of the tree manipulators sprung apart, largest to smallest, largest to smallest, countless thousands of them sprung wide.
Sharper than the sharpest knives, the tiny twigs of metal slashed through the man’s body. Severed cell from cell, sliced open every blood vessel in an instant. In a silent explosion of gore Beckworth died. One moment alive—then only blood-welling flesh.
Ben gazed at the terrible sight, turned away. Brian did not. He ignored the gory flesh, saw only Sven, his MI. His friend. As dead as Beckworth.
Still alive in its other incarnations. But now, here, dead.
“An accident,” Ben said, getting himself under control.
“Was it?” Brian asked, looking down at the two unmoving and silent forms. “It could have happened that way. Or Sven might just have saved us a lot of trouble. We’ll never know.”
“I suppose not. Nor will we know which country Beckworth went to. But as he said, I wonder if it really matters. It’s all over now, Brian—and that is what counts.”
“Over?” Brian raised his head and his face was cold and empty of all emotion. “Yes, it’s over for you. Over for Sven as well. But it is certainly not over for me. They killed me, don’t you realize that? They killed Brian Delaney. I have some of his memories—but I am not him. I’m half a person, half a memory. And I am beginning to believe that I am something not quite human either. Look what they took away. First my life—then my humanity.”
Ben started to speak and Brian silenced him with a raised finger.
“Don’t say it, Ben. Don’t try to reason with me or argue with me. Because I know what I am. Perhaps it is better this way. I’m closer to an MI now than I am to you. I accept that. I don’t like it or dislike it—I just accept it. So let it be.”
Brian’s smile was wry, crooked, not at all funny. “Let it go at that. As an MI I won’t have to mourn for my lost humanity.”
The wailing sirens of the approaching police cars were the only sounds that broke the silence of the room.
Also by Harry Harrison
published by Tor
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Bill, the Galactic Hero
Galactic Dreams
The Hammer & the Cross
Homeworld
In Our Hands the Stars
The Jupiter Plague
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Montezuma’s Revenge
One King’s Man
One Step from Earth
Planet of No Return
Planet of the Damned
QE2 Is Missing
Queen Victoria’s Revenge
A Rebel in Time
Return to Eden
Skyfall
Stainless Steel Rat
Stainless Steel Rat Goes to Hell
Stainless Steel Rat Joins the Circus
Stainless Steel Rat Returns
Stainless Steel Rat’s Revenge
Stainless Steel Trio
Starworld
Stonehedge
Technicolor Time Machine
A Transatlantic Tunnel, Hurrah!
Turing Option
West of Eden
Wheelworld
Winter in Eden
THE TURING OPTION
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