The AI War bw-3

by Stephen Ames Berry

  "Butcher!" hissed L'Wrona, drawing his side arm.

  "Hold!" ordered D'Trelna, interposing his bulk between L'Wrona and the S'Cotar. "You know the rules, H'Nar-no bug squashing till we hear it out." He turned to the S'Cotar. "That was your doing-the damper field, I mean."

  The blonde nodded. "Between us, we've given the R'Actolians their worst day in centuries. And the day's still new."

  "I never did thank you for that Terra Two warning," said the commodore.

  "Enlightened self-interest," said the S'Cotar. "Do I get the Valor Medal?"

  "You get a chance to speak a few convincing sentences before I let L'Wrona loose," said D'Trelna. "You do remember virtually exterminating his world, a few years ago?"

  The blonde shrugged. "It was in the way."

  "That's one sentence," said L'Wrona. His face was quite pale.

  The S'Cotar ignored him, looking at D'Trelna. "Harrison's at the bridge, going up against T'Lan. The commwand is there, too. I've done all I can to make it an even contest."

  "What is T'Lan?" asked the commodore.

  "An AI combat droid."

  "Gods," said D'Trelna. "And K'Tran?"

  "Heading for the bridge," said the S'Cotar. "I think, Commodore, K'Tran's reach is finally going to exceed his grasp."

  "Anything else?"

  "To quote K'Tran, Commodore," smiled the S'Cotar, " 'See you in hell.' This"-a hand gestured toward the dead-"is only its outer circle."

  Guan-Sharick was gone.

  "Someday I'll kill that thing, J'Quel," said L'Wrona softly. "I swear."

  "Yes," said the commodore, nodding slowly, "I believe you will, H'Nar. But I don't think you'll be very proud of it.''

  "I trust I missed a good fight?" said a cheery voice. It was Egg, floating out through the airlock.

  "You did," said D'Trelna. "Now get back in there and get us to the bridge." He looked around. "Are we the only survivors, S'Til?"

  "They got the rest-alive," said the lieutenant. "They're meat by now."

  She wanted to care-but had long ago convinced herself she couldn't afford to. The mission, and the logic necessary to complete it, were all that could be allowed to matter. Ten years of war and a hundred dead friends had taught S'Til just how precious a luxury grief was. It frightened her that even alone in her quarters, the tears never came.

  "Meat," said D'Trelna. He thought of flashing surgical lasers, terror and unbearable agony, screams quickly stilled. And darkness forever.

  Silently, the three followed Egg into the shuttle. The airlock closed. A moment later the shuttle rose over the wall of corpses and was gone.

  After a while, fresh components came, salvaging what they could.

  Stephen Ames Berry

  The AI War

  10

  T'Lan watched the K'Ronarian shuttle soar off down the corridor. "They'll be here soon," he said. "Do I have to destroy them," he added acidly, "or can the Seven perform that minor task?" T'Lan didn't feel emotion, but he knew its uses.

  "The Seven will destroy them, Forward Commander of the One," said the dry voice. "Is the equipment ready?"

  The screen pickup changed to a wide scan of Alpha

  Prime's hangar deck, now brilliantly lit, bustling with gray-uniformed components busily stacking white duraplast crates on steel-ribbed shipping pallets. Two of the bodies had been Confederation commandos. "It will be loaded and started to your ships off D'Lin within the watch."

  "Very well," said the AI. "Our main force isn't at D'Lin yet." He flicked off the screen. "But auxiliary vessels are now at rendezvous point, harvesting-I've relayed the installation instructions to S'Hlu and D'Lin. With the equipment, we'll be ready for conversion when the vanguard comes through the portal."

  "Shit," said John, looking up at the shimmering blue of the forcefield. It filled the great flaring archway from point to floor. The bridge lay just the other side of it, now an impossible distance away.

  "We seem to have the same problem," said a voice in K'Ronarin.

  John whirled, reaching for his weapon. Two leveled blasters stopped him. "Who the hell are you?" he said to the two K'Ronarins.

  "Give your weapon to the lady, Harrison," said the man. "I'm Captain K'Tran," he said as the woman tucked Guan-Sharick's pistol into her gunbelt. "This is my first officer, Commander A'Tir."

  "You're the renegade butchers D'Trelna tangled with off Terra.''

  "We prefer to think of ourselves as independent subcontractors," said K'Tran.

  "You murdered what? five, six hundred people on that ship you stole? And you fought for the S'Cotar during the war, after which you continued to raid your own people. D'Trelna would call you v'org slime-an understatement." The Terran shook his head. "Well, they said you were audacious. Half the fleet must be looking for you."

  The corsair laughed. "No more than a quarter of the fleet, surely. And they certainly won't be searching this quadrant. As for the commodore, he's a fine officer, but he seems to have forgotten the cutthroat nature of free enterprise."

  K'Tran held up a hand as John started to speak. "Time is precious, Harrison. I cannot extricate my force from this deadly place unless I help D'Trelna rescue you and recover the commwand sent by Pocsym."

  John gestured toward the forcefield. "The commwand's on the bridge."

  "What else is on the bridge?" asked K'Tran, carefully inspecting the forcefield.

  "T'Lan."

  K'Tran hissed softly. "Not good. We know what he did on Implacable. Can anything stop him?"

  "Not blaster fire," said the Terran. "He's immune."

  "What's his relationship to the R'Actolians?" said A'Tir.

  "One of command. He appears to have taken control of this slaver," said John. "Some of the key equipment was evidently manufactured by the AIs, recovered by the Empire and installed by R'Actol when she built this ship."

  "Can't be," said K'Tran, shaking his head. "R'Actol and her biofabs were Late High Empire-twilight's advent. The AIs predated her by thousands of years. All we have of that time, Harrison, are a few legends, like the AI War and the Nameless Emperor. T'Lan must have been lying."

  "Fine, K'Tran," said John. "You explain it. Better yet"-he jerked his head toward the bridge-"go debate it with T'Lan."

  "We'd like to meet T'Lan, actually," said the corsair. "Assuming he commands here, perhaps we can be of some assistance in return for our freedom-and the elimination of Implacable.''

  John wanted to bash the smirk from K'Tran's face-an impulse restrained by the large bore of A'Tir's blaster holding steady on his belt buckle. "You're a real foul slime, K'Tran," said the Terran.

  "Loyalty's not one of my few virtues," said K'Tran. "Unless you can get us past that shield, Harrison, you're of no further use to this mission."

  It must have been a cue A'Tir had taken many times. Her safety clicked off before K'Tran had finished speaking.

  John held out a hand. "I'll need my weapon back," he said.

  "Such a sense of humor," said K'Tran. Reaching out, he plucked the weapon from A'Tir's belt. "If this will get us through the shield, I'll use it. First, a small test." He pointed the diminutive pistol at John.

  "Go ahead," said the Terran. "It'll kill you-I'd enjoy that."

  John fell to his knees clutching his head at a sudden, searing pain.

  "A'Tir!" said K'Tran sharply as she raised the blaster barrel to strike again. "Enough."

  Lowering the pistol, she pulled John to his feet, a hand to his arm.

  "Why and how will this kill me?" asked the corsair.

  "No idea," said John, wincing as he touched the welt behind his right ear. "Use it and find out."

  Busy examining the weapon, K'Tran seemed to only half hear the Terran. He was frowning at the heraldic device on the grips. "I believe you," he said, looking up. He handed the weapon to John. Puzzled, the Terran took it.

  "You can put your blaster away, A'Tir," said K'Tran quietly.

  She looked at him, startled. "But…"

  "Use it, H
arrison," said the corsair. With a strange sense of serenity, John turned, aimed and fired.

  No crash of blaster fire, no explosion of bullets. But the bottom half of the bridge shield was gone. Seemingly unaffected, the top portion hung there, severed but shimmering.

  "Impossible," said A'Tir, staring.

  "Possible," said John.

  "Let's go!" K'Tran called. From around the corner, the rest of the corsairs came on the run, rifles at the ready.

  K'Tran drew his side arm. "After you, Harrison."

  John stepped under the shield, turning as K'Tran called "Forward!"

  The shield restored itself with a faint hum, stopping K'Tran and his crew inches from the shimmering barrier.

  A few meters from John, K'Tran fired, face twisting in anger.

  The shield devoured the blaster bolts, dissipating them in sudden splotches of red.

  With a jaunty wave of his hand, middle finger upraised, John turned and set off briskly down the corridor.

  R'Gal stirred, opened his eyes and sat up very slowly, legs swinging over the edge of the medcot. "Where am I?" he said to the tall, thin man attentively watching him.

  "Sick Bay," said the other. "I'm Q'Nil, Senior Medtech.

  "How do you feel, Colonel?" Q'Nil glanced at a lifescan, set in the foot of the cot.

  "Like I took a missile salvo in the head," said R'Gal, rubbing his temples. "What happened?"

  "The S'Cotar found you before you found it," said K'Raoda, stepping forward. He'd been standing unseen in a corner.

  The colonel shook his head, then stopped, eyes closed in pain. "Occupational hazard," he said, opening his eyes. "The last thing I remember, I was on the lifepod deck with the Terran woman…"

  "Tal?" said K'Raoda sharply.

  "Tal," said the colonel. "I had reason to believe… no, that's not right. I sensed S'Cotar traces up among the lifepods. We were checking the lifepods out. Then I woke up here."

  "Take this," said Q'Nil, handing R'Gal a cup of chalk-colored liquid. "It'll help."

  "We lost a lifepod about the time you must have been searching," said K'Raoda. "And Tal is missing. Were you searching the same lifepod?"

  "No," said R'Gal, handing the empty cup to Q'Nil. "She was checking the even numbers, I was checking the odd. Anything from D'Trelna?" he added.

  "Nothing," said K'Raoda.

  "Are you aware, Colonel," he continued, "that ship's computer is being subverted by a stasis algorithm?" R'Gal frowned. "Supposedly, there's no such thing."

  "You've heard of it, then?" said K'Raoda. "Yes."

  "And do you believe it?" asked K'Raoda.

  R'Gal smiled. "I'm a sensitive who hunts tall, green telepathic insectoids, Commander. It requires an open mind. What is this stasis algorithm doing to ship's computer?"

  "Making it try to kill us through wild alterations in life systems' parameters."

  R'Gal looked around. The complink status light glowed green, the diagnostic panel flickered with activity. "Not here," he said.

  "Not yet," said Q'Nil. "It's a bit disappointing-we don't seem to be a priority."

  "It's also after the command, control and communications systems," said K'Raoda. "Neutralizing them for later takeover."

  "It's that damned slaver computer, isn't it?" said the colonel. He stood, ignoring Q'Nil's outstretched hand.

  "How did you know about Egg?" said K'Raoda.

  "Egg?" said R'Gal.

  "For its shape," said K'Raoda. "How did you know about it? You'd left the bridge by the time it arrived."

  "There's not much you can hide from a CIC officer," said R'Gal. "And if we ever get out of this…"

  "Not very likely," said Q'Nil, turning off the medcot's monitor.

  "If we get out of this," continued R'Gal, "whoever brought that machine on board and then activated it without authorization… I'll tell you, K'Raoda, I'd rather not be in his extra large uniform."

  "About the stasis algorithm…" began K'Raoda.

  "Look, Commander," said R'Gal. "I've felt better, I'm tired and there's nothing I can do about the stasis algorithm. Could we continue this after I get some rest?"

  "Just one small thing you could do first, sir," said the commander.

  "What?"

  "Give me either the stasis algorithm or its antidote," he said, as if asking for t'ata.

  R'Gal was silent for a moment, then he sat down on the bed. "What is it you think you know, Commander?"

  K'Raoda nodded to Q'Nil. Opening a drawer, the medtech removed two large transparencies and handed them to R'Gal.

  The colonel looked at them for a moment, compared them, then gave them back. "Is this a game?"

  "No," said K'Raoda.

  "Very well," said R'Gal. "Those are identical lifestats. The chart in your left hand has my name on it, the other has no name. Therefore, they are both my lifestats. That is," he said to Q'Nil, "if my understanding's correct-no two people have identical lifestats."

  "Correct," said the Q'Nil. "No two people do." He carefully removed a piece of tape made of the same synthetic as the transparencies, and handed the previously unnamed chart back to R'Gal. Expressionless, the colonel read the name: T'Lan, S'Tyr [Commander].

  "Interesting, isn't it?" said K'Raoda.

  The R'Actolians struck as John stepped through an archway. A cone of white light swept down-and stopped, hovering a meter above his head. Stasis field, he thought, then looked at the pistol in his hand.

  Thank you, Guan-Sharick, he said, then moved on. The cone winked off.

  A few feet farther and blaster fire spat at him-a stream of red bolts from half a dozen overhead firing points. Again, something stopped them a meter away. Feeling only a faint warmth, John stepped onto the ramp leading to the command tier.

  T'Lan had just entered a white commwand into a port on a command console. He was calling up its message when a faint, dry voice interrupted him.

  "Excuse us." i

  "What?" said the AI, not looking up from his task.

  "The Terran has penetrated the bridge."

  "Kill him."

  "We've tried. He continues to advance."

  "Actually," said John, "he's here." T'Lan was out of the chair, facing John in less than a second.

  The Terran shook his head, amazed. "Not even your lads on Terra Two moved that fast."

  "On Terra Two, Harrison," said the AI, "you fought and won against a pickup force of limited-purpose units under a second-rate commander. Not so here."

  "What do you want with this mindslaver?" demanded John. "Your ships are just as good-better, maybe."

  "I'm going to kill you, ape," said T'Lan. "And enjoy it."

  "You can't enjoy it," said John, backing from the advancing AI. "You're a machine."

  "I'm a very complex machine," said T'Lan, reaching for him.

  "Back off!" snapped John, raising his pistol.

  "Your weapons can't…" T'Lan stopped, staring at the pistol for the first time.

  "Problem, robot?" smiled John.

  "Those weapons no longer exist," said the AI slowly, as if trying to convince himself. "All who bore them are dust. Dust," he repeated, unable to take his eyes from the pistol.

  "Back off," repeated John. "Or I'll kill you."

  "That weapon does worse than kill," said T'Lan, stepping back.

  "Fine. Move again, and we'll have a demonstration," said the Terran. "Now, what do you want with this ship?"

  T'Lan looked up. "You recall the entity unleashed on Terra Two? That sapient energy field spawned by those moronic S'Cotar?"

  "Vividly." More like a flaming green hell, thought John.

  Raiding that S'Cotar nest, the K'Ronarins and John had torched the insectoids' subterranean breeding chambers. The mix of fire and an unstable growth accelerant had awakened a unitary consciousness-a consciousness that had risen like a flaming green star from Terra Two, out into space, destroying the first ship of the AIs' Fleet of the One as it emerged from an alternate reality. Passing into that alternate
reality, the green fire had destroyed the AIs' access portal even as it disappeared from the universe of Terra Two.

  "That thing attacked our Fleet, Harrison," said T'Lan. "It wreaked havoc before it was driven off. The radiation it emitted is slowly destroying vital parts of our ships' drives. Those drives will be operable just long enough for most of the Fleet to traverse the Rift-the portal now opening into this universe."

  "This is the official portal?" asked John. "The one closed by the Trel and warned of by Pocsym?"

  "Yes."

  "What good is a crippled fleet?" asked John.

  The AI shook his head. "By the time it leaves rendezvous point, it won't be crippled anymore, Harrison. With the knowledge and equipment gained here, and the ongoing work at a certain planet, our faulty cybernetics will have organic replacements-human brains."

  "You're converting your ships to mindslavers?" said the Terran, appalled.

  "Only partially, and only until we have time to make further repairs," said T'Lan. "Which we will after we wipe your pathetic forces."

  "Why this eternal antipathy," said the Terran, "this psychotic hatred of mankind?"

  "My turn," said T'Lan. "There should be a number on the grip of that weapon. What is it?"

  As John looked down, T'Lan's blue eyes flashed red, rapier thin beams thrusting for John's heart, only to vanish halfway there, intercepted by the weapon.

  John pulled the trigger.

  T'Lan froze, half turned toward the rail and a desperate jump for freedom. Guan-Sharick's side arm hadn't made a sound.

  John stared at T'Lan, then looked carefully around, lowering the weapon. Equipment tiers chirped and blinked, continuing their unending esoteric tasks.

  "Do you wish to take command?" whispered a voice. Dead leaves stirring in an autumn twilight, thought John.

  "You must be the Seven," said the Terran.

  "We are the Seven," replied the whisper. "The AI has placed us on standby. You may assume command of this vessel by pressing the gray Action key on the command board."

  "What happened to the AI?" asked John.

  "Your weapon emits a possibly irreversible stasis field- the AI is trapped within himself until the universe dies."

  "Couldn't happen to a nicer machine," said John.