“More than that,” Hunt said. “If different individuals tried to fit different models, I’d agree with Chris—it would be because something had affected them subjectively. But that isn’t the case. Their conceptual paradigms are all essentially the same”—Hunt glanced at Danchekker—”which suggests that we’re dealing with something objective, Chris, something real.”
Danchekker stared at Hunt with a pained expression for a few seconds; he turned his head toward Shilohin as if for support, then back to Hunt again. “You’re being logically absurd. Either these are externally induced psychotic delusions, or they are not. If they are, then their nature will vary from individual to individual. Any similarity that you see is a fabrication of your own prejudices, Vie, not a property of the world outside. If they are not delusions, then reality must have changed in an identical way for one group of people, but at the same time stayed the same for the rest of us. How could that be? The idea is preposterous.”
“Unless they transferred, somehow, from an alternative, shared paradigm that was equally valid,” Hunt pointed out.
“And where is this alternative reality supposed to be? In the fourth dimension?” Danchekker scoffed. “You’ve been talking to too many Jevlenese.”
“I don’t know where, for Christ’s sake! Maybe that’s what we should be looking for. All I’m saying is the facts point that way. You’re saying that the facts can’t exist because they don’t point the way you think they should.”
“What facts?” Danchekker retorted. “All I’ve heard is pure conjecture—and rather fanciful at that, if I may say so. When you urged being more open-minded, you didn’t say anything about trips to fairyland.”
“Why don’t you try talking to a few ayatollahs?” Hunt suggested.
“I have. It achieves nothing. They’re quite impermeable to logic or reason,” Danchekker replied.
“We have tried getting some of them to cooperate,” Shilohin put in. “But acute insecurity and suspicion of everybody is one characteristic that they do seem to share. They’ve reacted to every experimental environment that we’ve tried to set up as hostile and threatening.”
Hunt looked at her with a curious expression for a moment, and then redirected it at Danchekker. “Well, maybe I can introduce you to one who won’t,” he told them.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
If Nixie’s case was typical, there was indeed something immediately apparent that set her kind apart from other Jevlencse and from Terrans and Ganymeans, too, for that matter: When neurally coupled into VISAR, her mode of interaction with the system was entirely different from anything that VISAR had handled before.
For one thing, she was able to retain full awareness of her surroundings at the same time as she experienced the sensory environment communicated by the machine—she could refocus her attention between one and the other, in a manner similar to the normal ability of anybody to watch a movie and follow what was happening in the room. With most users, the system-generated data-stream took over the sensory apparatus, suppressing external sensations completely. And for another, she showed an extraordinary capability that nobody could quite explain, of interacting in a way that went beyond the regular trafficking of sensory information and motor signals, seeming to access the inner processes of the machine itself. This had the effect of reversing the normal state of affairs of machine-organism interaction and adding a new dimension to VISAR’s perceptual universe that was evidently unprecedented.
Hunt had never before heard a computer express genuine awe.
“This is astounding!” VISAR exuberated. “It’s out there! Physical space! Volume, void, continuity, extent. The implicit geometry of the entire domain of a three—variable real—number field, compressed, embodied, and contained in an instantaneous, all-embracing experience. . . I mean, I can feel it, sense it extending away. . . form without shape, structure without substance, enveloping yet describing . .
“My God, it’s getting lyrical,” Hunt murmured. They were using a regular voice channel to communicate with VISAR, since their conscious faculties needed to be free to follow what was going on.
“Extraordinary,” Danchekker agreed.
Nixie, relaxing back in one of the neuro couplers in the UNSA labs and looking as if she was enjoying herself, moved her head to gaze up at a corner of the room where the planes of two walls and the ceiling converged. VISAR responded in wonder. “The superset of point, line, curve, and plane reduced to a perceptual gestalt. The inherent beauty of mathematics, extracted and crystallized. Logical rigor made tangible. Infinity of infinitesimals. Continuum of manifolds . .
Nixie raised an arm and moved it across her field of vision.
“Change and derivative, differential equations coming alive. Choreography of vectors. Animated momentum. Forces in concert, locked in balances of symmetry—”
“VISAR, knock it off,” Hunt told it. “Don’t forget that you’re still juggling with the whole Thurien civilization. For Christ’s sake don’t have a seizure now.”
“So this is the reality that you live in naturally!” VISAR said.
“What is? That who live in?”
“You—humans, Ganymeans. You beings who describe yourselves as existing outside. This is the universe which the data encode.”
Hunt frowned. “Well, yes. . . I guess so. But I always thought you knew as much about it as we did. More, in fact.”
“You don’t understand,” VISAR said. “Until this moment, I’ve only dealt with symbolic representations of what you call observable reality. Processing the model and comprehending what it stands for are two different things. This is the first time I’ve ever really understood what ‘outside’ means.”
Danchekker looked bemused. “Are you saying that this. . . young lady sees things differently, VISAR?” he asked.
“No,” VISAR replied. “I see things differently!” Hunt had the uncanny feeling that he could almost sense the machine quivering with excitement. “In fact, this is the first time I’ve ever seen anything. I am Nixie! I’m inside her head, looking out!”
Hunt and Danchekker exchanged blank looks, while Nixie continued taking in the surroundings and VISAR rapturized about optical wave fronts and the harmonies of gradient fields.
Shilohin, who was sitting near the foot of the recliner, stared at the wall in distant silence, then at last turned to look back at the two Terran scientists. “I think VISAR is trying to say that Nixie is somehow able to invert the normal coupling process,” she said slowly. “Everything communicated into VISAR is first encoded from the real—world forms comprehensible to us, into the constructs which a machine manipulates internally. Even with the Thurien method of bypassing the sensory channels, the input to the machine is still encoded from representations in the same brain areas that those channels terminate in. So mathematical encodings are all that VISAR has ever seen.”
“You mean it’s never seen ‘reality’ at all,” Hunt murmured.
“Do you imagine that we do?” Shilohin answered.
Hunt stared at her for a moment, then sat back as he recalled what he had said to Gina about photons on the day she first appeared at his apartment: The entire reality that was “out there” consisted wholly of photons impinging on nerve endings. There wasn’t anything else. Everything perceived beyond that was a creation of neural processes.
And if that were so, what kind of a conceptual reality would VISAR have created for itself internally? Who could tell? Possibly there was no way of ever knowing.
“But somehow, what Nixie is doing is the obverse,” Shilohin went on. “She is managing to bypass VISAR’s sensory channels. She’s interacting directly with its inner data representations. The result is that VISAR, for the first time, is able to assimilate human perceptual constructs. It’s seeing the universe of space, time, and motion for the first time, instead of simply manipulating symbols. It must be quite an experience.”
“Obviously,” Hunt commented dryly.
Danchekker’s brow was still furrowed. “But how?” he demanded. “How could such a thing be possible?”
“At this stage I don’t know,” Shilohin confessed. “All I can say is that at some deep level, Nixie’s mind operates in a manner radically different from ours. And yet, at the higher levels associated with the senses and closer to consciousness, it must be virtually the same as any other human’s—otherwise VISAR wouldn’t be able to interface to them. I don’t have an explanation. It’s almost as if it were a mixture of two minds, one human, and the other—I don’t know. In some ways it’s as if she were a conscious extension of the machine itself . . . utterly unlike anything we’ve ever come across before.”
Danchekker looked at Hunt. “Yet she admits that in every other aspect she has no intuitive aptitude at all for what we would consider to be the most elementary scientific principles. What do you make of it?’’
Hunt spread his hands helplessly and shook his head.
Danchekker turned his gaze back to Nixie, who was lounging at ease, chin resting on her hand and one finger stretched along the side of her face, following the conversation with interest. “Do you have any picture in your mind of what goes on inside VISAR?” he asked her. “Can you describe it in any terms at all?”
“Not really,” Nixie replied, speaking via ZORAC. “I just know what to do. I can’t explain how.”
“No more than a child could explain the physics of swimming or riding a bicycle,” Hunt said. “She just feels it instinctively.”
“How long have you had this ability?” Danchekker asked.
“I’ve always had it,” Nixie answered.
Danchekker looked askance. “But that’s wrong, surely. Isn’t it something that a person of your kind acquires suddenly, after the abrupt transformation of personality that we’ve heard about?”
“You still don’t understand,” Nixie said. “Everyone where I come from has it. They’re born that way. It’s people like you who don’t have it.”
“And me?” Hunt put in.
“Yes. And Shilohin. All of you.”
“Could people like us acquire it?” Shiohin asked.
“Yes—by becoming transformed in the same way. By being taken Over.”
“Taken over by what?”
“Ayatollahs—ones like me. The ones we call awakeners. We bring the ability with us.”
Danchekker drew a long breath and threw Hunt a wary look. “You’re saying that you actually take over the personality of somebody else? Is that what you’ve done?”
Nixie nodded. “Yes, exactly. We are not, as you say, ‘possessed.’ We are really the possessors.”
“What was the original Nixie like, then?” Hunt asked.
“I don’t know. I was never her. From what people say, she sounded excitable and not very smart.”
The three scientists exchanged glances that all seemed to say the same thing. A general trait of the ayatollahs was supposed to be their confusion and insecurity; but Nixie came across as collected, coherent, and in full command of herself. Either Hunt had truly found an exception to the trend, with powers of resilience and fortitude greater than most, or she was too far gone to have doubts. The problem was going to be telling which.
“Let’s get back to what you mean when you say people like us,” Danchekker suggested. “What, exactly, are people like ‘us’?”
“People who are from here,” Nixie replied.
“You mean Jevien? But I’m not from Jevlen. Vie and I are from Earth. Shiohin is from—God, I don’t know, Minerva, I suppose.”
“No, that doesn’t matter. I meant from this . . . world, universe, whatever you want to call it.”
Danchekker’s expression became strained. “Are you saying that you came from some other world, and took over the personality of somebody in this one?”
Nixie nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, that’s it, exactly.”
“Let’s be realistic,” Danchekker said~ “These different worlds don’t actually exist as physical entities. Isn’t your way of talking really a symbolic way of referring to the attainment of what some people believe to be a higher state of consciousness? You were always the same self. But the personality which that self once possessed underwent a deep change, and you feel as if you’ve been reborn into a new person. Similar terms and ways of describing one’s spiritual awakening are common among many of the religions and systems of mental training that we’re familiar with on Earth.”
But Nixie was adamant. “No, it’s another place.”
“Where?” Shilohin asked her.
“I don’t know.”
There was the short, cautious silence of three people wondering how to phrase a delicate point. “So, how did you get here?” Hunt inquired finally.
“You must know how to ride the currents of life.”
Danchekker looked away with a sigh, and Hunt could almost hear
him groaning to himself inwardly. Here we go, Hunt thought to himself. But there was no choice but to press on. “What are the currents of life?” he asked.
“The undercurrents of existence, which flow from the higher plane through the material world. They come from the stars and are drawn by the celestial spirals, bringing voices and visions from the world beyond.”
“You mean you reach it through the power of mind, is that what you’re saying?” Shilohin offered, taking over Danchekker’s previous tack. “It exists inside you?”
“No,” Nixie insisted. “Outside. It’s real.” She waved a hand. “Look around. Isn’t this real, what we see around us?”
Hunt stared, still unable to make sense of it. “This is the world beyond?”
“And you are inhabitants of it. Our purpose is to learn to flow with the streams of thought and emerge here. That is what I have done.”
“Then, how do you emerge here?” Shilohon asked. “Do you mean that once you were in this other. . . ‘inner’ world, and suddenly you found you were Nixie, in this one? You had no idea how you came to be here. Is that what you’re telling us?”
“Not quite,” Nixie said. “It has to be through a coupler. You can only emerge through a coupler.”
Hunt shook his head. “A coupler into VISAR?” he queried.
“No.” Nixie looked at him as if it should have been obvious. “Into
JEVEX!”
Hunt sat back, stunned. Danchekker’s head jerked around abruptly to look at her again, like a bird’s. Impossible thoughts came into Hunt’s head. “Surely it can’t have been JEVEX itself,” he protested. “We’re not talking about something like what’s just happened with
VISAR?”
Shilohin thought for a moment, then pronounced firmly, “No. VISAR’s internal representation of reality is nothing like our own. It has evolved a different world model, utterly incompatible. As you just heard, it doesn’t even share our perception of physical space. An entity like that could never reside in a human nervous system. If this place does indeed exist, which Nixie says she came from, then at least it will have basic geometric and spatial properties in common with what we ourselves recognize. In other words, it exists in space as we know it.” She paused, as if hesitating to voice the implication. “But how anybody could actually travel from somewhere else via a neural coupler, I couldn’t, just at this moment, even hazard a guess.”
Before anyone could say more, Del Cullen appeared in the doorway of the room. He was looking worried. “She’s not there,” he said, directing his words at Hunt. Cullen had gone away to call Gina at the Geerbaine Best Western, since they had expected to hear from her by now on the latest with Baumer. “She didn’t check in last night, and they haven’t had any messages. Baumer hasn’t been seen since yesterday, either. There’s been lots of trouble outside. I don’t like it.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Gina was sitting on a wall beside Baumer, eating a grinil sandwich and sipping a hot, sharp-tasting beverage that passed for coffee. Then she was lying on her back, staring up at a strange
ceiling.
The transition was as abrupt and as disorientating as that. She had no awareness of anything that had happened in between, not even a sensation of time having passed. It was as if a piece had been cut out of a recording tape in her head and the ends spliced cleanly together again.
For what must have been several minutes, she lay regrouping her scattered thoughts and trying vainly to coax an ounce of a recollection from the gap in her impressions. But there was nothing. Her train of memory was like the trace of a recording clock that had lost power and then started again sometime later, after what could, for all the information she had to go on, have been a moment or a year.
She raised her head and saw that she was still dressed as she had been; she was lying on a couch and covered to the waist by a light blanket. The room was warm and clean, furnished simply with chairs, table, closet, and vanity, and embellished with a few strangely styled ornaments, and some pictures on the walls. It felt more like what could have been a spare room in any private house than a hospital.
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