Instead he spent three nights getting stoned on Chtorran pink. We shouldn"t be having this argument, General. I should be testifying in the a.s.shole"s court-martial.
He endangered the lives of my men! Where the h.e.l.l is the commitment to excellence in this f.u.c.king army? Where"s the intelligence in the United Intelligence agency? And where the f.u.c.king h.e.l.l is the umbrella that everybody else seems to have, but is never quite big enough to keep me dry too when it starts raining s.h.i.t?" I was pacing now. I didn"t even remember standing up again. I stopped. I was looking at the suitcases in the bedroom and it was almost too much to bear. My throat tightened impossibly. "I thought she loved me. I really did." I looked back to Wallachstein. "Which of us was the wh.o.r.e? Me or her?"
"Neither," he said quietly.
"Then why did she just let me go like she did?"
"She didn"t just let you go. If you"ll remember, you walked out on her without giving her a chance. If you"d waited, if you"d given her the opportunity to talk to you before you lost your temper, you"d have heard what we were planning."
"What?" I asked, suspiciously.
"We were going to promote you to colonel. Not here. In the field. Away from General Wainright. We were planning to create a whole new specialty branch underneath you. Your job would have been to train and lead field operatives. There"s n.o.body who knows contact procedures like you do. We wanted to see how much of that knowledge you could share before the law of averages caught up with you."
"Why didn"t you tell me this before? Why didn"t she tell me this?"
"Because, a.s.shole, you never shut up long enough to let anyone else get an edge in wordwise. You never give anyone else any credit for having the brains to know what"s appropriate. You just start screaming. You may know your worms, but you sure as h.e.l.l don"t know people."
"Yeah, well, if I know so G.o.dd.a.m.ned much, how come n.o.body"s listening?"
He snorted and shook his head. "You really are tunnel blind, aren"t you? Let me tell you something. Every time you file a report, it gets wider circulation than The New York Times best-seller list. Summaries of your reports are required reading for everybody above the rank of captain, and anybody who has even minimal contact with areas coded yellow or higher. For your information, I read your reports raw; they"re the first thing I read every day. And I"m not the only one. You don"t know how widely read you are, and you don"t know how highly regarded are your insights on the infestation."
"n.o.body ever told me this."
"We didn"t want it to go to your head. You"re already unbearable enough already."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"The only thing wrong with your writing is that you have too much anger and not enough gosh-wow. But considering what you"ve been through, I can make allowances. When you stick to the subject and keep your opinions out of the way-well, yes, I"m telling you the truth."
"Wow," I said. I was more than a little stunned.
"Yes, wow. Your pa.s.sion for anything Chtorran is legendary. But it"s also your own biggest weakness. It makes you impatient, and when you get impatient, you get crazy. Most of us are only human, Jim. We need to sit down and talk things over before we make a decision. We"d appreciate it if you"d wait to lose your temper until after we"ve had that chance." He pointed to the cases I"d dragged in with me. "Are those your autologs?"
I nodded.
"You don"t know how many people want to see what you found in that nest. Are you willing to trust me with them?"
"You ordered our pickup, didn"t you? Because you wanted those logs."
Uncle Ira shook his head slowly. "I"ll be honest with you. I don"t know who ordered your pickup. I"m still checking into it." In explanation, he added, "I"m not the only one who wants those logs."
"So that"s why Dannenfelser met us at the chopper-"
"Mm-hm. It wouldn"t surprise me if he ordered it himself."
"Sure, he"s probably trying to cover his a.s.s," I said. "But it won"t work. Too many people know about this mess. Is he going to be court-martialed?"
"If you insist, yes. But it"ll probably be a double ceremony. You beat him up pretty bad. He has witnesses. You press charges, so will he. It"ll get ugly."
"Fine," I said. "Let"s do it."
Wallachstein looked very annoyed. "You know, the two of you deserve each other. That"s what he said too."
"I want it on the record what he did-! I want some G.o.dd.a.m.ned justice." I could feel my voice rising again.
"You don"t want justice, you want revenge."
"Whatever! I"ve earned it. Let"s set a court date right now. Go ahead, there"s the phone."
"Sorry, Jim. It"s not going to happen that way."
"Huh?"
"Listen to me." Wallachstein rubbed his nose. He didn"t like having to say what he was about to say. "General Wainright and I... had a little talk. He really doesn"t like you."
I shrugged. "It"s kinda mutual."
"He"s from the old Army, Jim. He doesn"t understand you any more than you understand him. But like it or not, we need him to make the system work, so the rest of us can do our jobs. I want you to respect that."
"You"re talking as if I still have a future." I said it skeptically.
Uncle Ira nodded slowly. "General Wainright is putting a leash on Dannenfelser.
I"m putting a leash on you."
"Is that the price? I can keep my career if I turn in my self-respect."
He looked annoyed and tired and frustrated. "I remember we had this same problem communicating last time. Sometimes I don"t know why I bother. Sit down."
He sat down opposite me and lowered his tone. I started getting a very queasy feeling as he spoke. "What the h.e.l.l is it with you anyway? And I don"t mean just this thing with Bellus and Dannenfelser. I mean everything. You think I haven"t been watching you for the past few years? Do you honestly think I don"t know what you"ve been through? Do you think I don"t care? Christ, I wasn"t kidding when I said I was your fairy G.o.dmother. You don"t know how many times I"ve moved the scenery for you. The Uncle Ira group takes care of its own. You just don"t know it.
All I want from you is a little G.o.dd.a.m.ned cooperation."
"I thought I was cooperating-"
"Oy," he said, putting a hand to his head as if he were in deep spiritual pain. He shook his head to clear it. He looked up at the ceiling as if in silent communion with G.o.d. After a moment, he looked back at me with a sad and helpless expression.
"You know, even G.o.d has a bad day once in a while. But you-you"re making a whole career out of it. You"ve always been angry and self-destructive, but for the past three months, you"ve been setting new records." He was dead serious now.
"Something is up with you, Jim. We thought if we gave you some s.p.a.ce to sort it out by yourself, you"d be okay. We hoped that would work because n.o.body had the time to hold your hand and help you through this and you"ve actually been pretty good at sorting yourself out in the past; but this time it isn"t working. So this is it.
Bottom line. I"m only telling you once. It ends here. Today. Right now. This minute.
Whatever you"ve got going on, handle it. Do you understand? Handle it or get out of the way."
"You think it"s that easy?" I asked. "You can just tell someone to be sane and that"s it?"
"I wish it were," he said. "Everything would be a lot easier. You asked me if you were a tool. Yes, you are. You happen to be an extremely valuable tool, for more reasons than I care to explain right now. Believe me, I really hate losing a good tool.
But no matter how valuable you are, if I can"t depend on you in a clinch I have no choice but to bounce you and get someone else who may not be as good; but who I can count on not to be so crazy that he drives the people around him into therapy."
"My bags are packed and sitting in the bedroom," I said skeptically. "That"s a pretty clear signal, isn"t it? I"m being thrown out."
"Your bags are packed so you can leave immediately. If you want to go to Panama City and join the operation, I have your orders right here." He pulled the papers out of his coat pocket, then looked at his watch. "You have just enough time to catch your flight. If you don"t want to go to Panama City, I have a billet for you in Idaho, filing reclamation waivers. It"s your choice."
"What does Lizard want?"
"Don"t be stupid. Why do you think I"m here? You think I"m doing this for you?
It"s for her. She wants you in Brazil; otherwise she never wants to see you again."
I was already on my feet. "I"ll take it-"
"Wait a minute," he said. "I mean it about cutting out the bulls.h.i.t." He rose up in front of me, stepped in close, and put his hands on my shoulders. "You"re not stupid. You"ve had access to a lot of Most Secret material. You know what"s going on. The infestation hasn"t abated-it"s only pausing to a.s.similate its conquests; when it starts to expand again, it"ll be the beginning of the end. We don"t have the resources to resist anymore. Operation Nightmare is the last scientific mission. There won"t be any resources for anything else if this fails. This is our last best chance to find a weak link in the Chtorran ecology. And we have to find it quickly.
"We"re in the middle of a raging population crash. The best thing I can say about public morale is that it"s uncertain. The government is pulling back everywhere.
People are retreating to fortress cities. And everybody is crazy. That"s not just a cliche, Jim. I mean it; n.o.body is untouched. We"re all walking wounded. Some of us are just a little more obvious than others. The intersection between the collective and individual traumas is producing catatonics, berserkers, libertines, and lord knows what else. I can"t tell you to get sane; there"s no such thing as sanity anymore. All l can do is tell you to pretend. Act sane. Control your craziness. Take it elsewhere and express it in ways that won"t undermine the war effort. I promise you, if you find a way to kill the worms, you can have all the dogs, chickens, and Boy Scouts you want to f.u.c.k. Just remember what the first priority is."
"That"s never been the question," I said. "I"ve always known what my job is.
When I get angry, it"s because I"m not sure that the people around me know what their jobs are."
"I don"t care why you lose your temper. I just want you to stop. Can you do that?" His expression was piercing. His bright blue eyes were inescapable.
"I"ll talk to Lizard," I promised.
He studied me for a long moment. "I don"t know if I believe you."
"I don"t know what to say to be convincing, or how to say it so you"ll be convinced. I got your message. I"m an a.s.shole and you want me to stop. I don"t know if it"s possible to stop being an a.s.shole. And if it is possible, I"m d.a.m.ned sure that it"s not possible to do it overnight. But if you"re asking me what kind of an effort I"m willing to make-well, I"m willing to commit myself totally to doing whatever I have to do to make the biggest d.a.m.n difference I can in the G.o.dd.a.m.n war against the G.o.dd.a.m.n worms. And if that means swallowing my G.o.dd.a.m.n pride and if it means getting down on my knees right here in front of you and begging for the chance to go to Brazil, I"ll even do that too. Not just for Brazil, but for Lizard. She"s the best thing that"s ever happened to me. She"s the only good thing that"s ever happened to me. I"d rather die than live without her. So, yes, I"ll do what you want. Anything. I promise; I"ll find a way to handle my anger without clobbering other people with it. I don"t know how, but I will." I took a breath. "Is that good enough for you?"
It was.
He handed me my orders. "Don"t let me down. I broke my cover for you. Make me right."
I nodded. Somehow, it seemed inappropriate to thank him. But I didn"t know what else to say. I felt suddenly embarra.s.sed. It was going to be harder to go back to Lizard than it would have been to go to Idaho. I shrugged halfheartedly, a gesture of acknowledgment and thanks and whatever else I was feeling, and started for my suitcases.
"You only need the duffel," he said. "Leave the others. The gear you"ll want in Brazil is already on its way."
"You thought of everything, didn"t you?"
"There"s a car waiting downstairs. Your flight leaves in thirty minutes. You have just enough time to wash your feet. And there are clean socks in the bottom drawer."
"Aren"t you going to wish me luck?" I was starting to feel good again.
He shook his head. "If you need it, then I"m sending the wrong man."
"Hot Seat," April 3rd broadcast: (cont"d) ROBISON:... So of course, if everyone would just sign up for the Mode Training tomorrow, we"d all be saved from the evil Chtorrans.
FOREMAN: Pay attention, John. You"re hearing what you"re hearing. You"re not hearing what I"m saying. If there is a way to save ourselves; we need to turn ourselves into the kind of people who are committed to doing that, whatever it takes.
What we"re finding in the Training is that a lot of the decisions that have to be made are very difficult decisions. They challenge some of our most fundamental a.s.sumptions about what is appropriate behavior for a rational human being.
ROBISON: So you"re not even sure that we can save ourselves from the giant purple man-eating worms, are you? You"re just another opportunist, another phony, preying on the moment.
FOREMAN: The underlying a.s.sumption of your show, John, is that your idealism has been betrayed-by con men, by charlatans, by people with their own agendas, probably by just about everybody you"ve ever trusted. That"s why you"re so skeptical, and rightfully so, about The Core Group and the Mode Training and anything else that dares to speak to the higher aspirations of humanity. You"ve been conned and cheated too many times, beaten up, beaten down, manipulated, dominated, pushed around, taken advantage of, bruised and hurt and left bleeding in the dust-and you"ve made up your mind not to ever let it happen again, by G.o.d. Isn"t that correct? It"s all right, you can nod your head. Well, guess what? So has every other human being on this planet experienced the same kinds of betrayals. We"re all angry. The honest ones admit it. We"ve all been conned and cheated, and we all share the same enraged feelings about hypocrites and abusers that you do. Most of us aren"t as good at voicing them as you are, and that"s why you pull such high ratings. Your job is to be spokesman for the , anger, and you do it very well. The bad news is that you"re like the watchdog who can"t tell the difference between a hand raised to strike you and a hand raised to pat you on the head. You bite them both, just to be safe.
FOREMAN: (continuing after commercial)... The Core Group is not an organization or an inst.i.tution. It"s an informal network of people who are connected only in their dedication to a common goal. The Core Group is an idea, an att.i.tude, an approach, a commitment, an operating context, and a technology for achieving results. The underlying a.s.sertion is that when we as individuals align our separate purposes all in the same direction, like individual magnetic particles lining up toward a common pole, we can make an amazing difference on the planet. When enough individuals align, when the direction of the entire human species is aligned, then miraculous results are not only possible, they"re inevitable.
ROBISON: (long pause) Okay. You"ve stated it clear enough. So what"s this magical alignment supposed to produce? What"s the goal?
FOREMAN: Thanks. I thought you"d never ask. When we created the distinction that there is a Core Group, the immediate goal was to create the political will to resist and repel the Chtorran invasion of the Earth. That was six years ago. Later, when we realized the scale of what we were dealing with, we realized we"d been shortsighted.
We re-created our purpose and committed ourselves to the survival of humanity, and as much of the Earth"s ecology as we could save, regardless of the circ.u.mstances.
Today we know a whole lot more about the processes at work, and we"ve expanded our goal again. We"ve committed ourselves to the survival of Gaia as an ecological system, and ourselves as the responsible part of that whole.
ROBISON: Mm-hm. But it sounds like you"ve forgotten about the Chtorran infestation altogether. You"re not building weapons, you"re spewing jargon.
FOREMAN: On the contrary. We"re recognizing the scale of the infestation may be beyond our immediate ability to resist and repel. It may have always been beyond our ability. We need to be clear about what"s doable. But in one respect, we"re lucky that this infestation did not happen sooner in our history; at least now we have the ability to move large parts of our genetic heritage offworld and safely beyond the reach of the infestation. We have more than sixty low-orbit shuttles operating and another thirty on the a.s.sembly line. We have at least six lift-offs from Maui every day. Every single flight takes another part of the seed bank into s.p.a.ce. We"re supplying Luna and the two Lagrange stations almost faster than they can receive cargo. Luna City is doming three more craters, just to turn them into biospheres.
Both of the Lagrange installations are inflated, hardened, and airtight. Offworld emigration is reaching nearly a hundred a month, and by next year at this time, it will be up to a hundred a week. By moving into s.p.a.ce, we"re taking the high ground.
We"re giving ourselves an impregnable fortress from which we will eventually be able to counterattack in strength. And if it takes a thousand years for us to discover a weakness in the Chtorran ecosystem, we"ll find it and we"ll exploit it. This is our planet. I promise you, we are going to preserve and protect and restore what is most precious and special about this world.
ROBISON: Hmp. (standing on his chair and holding his hand up high) Save your watches, folks. It"s getting deeper. (stepping back down) I"m sure glad I"m not wearing new shoes. They"d have been ruined. You sure know how to pile it up, Doc.
I mean, that all sounds terrific, but as far as I"m concerned it"s another wheelbarrow load of four-dollar jargon. Why don"t you just come right out and say it, that we"re in a full-scale retreat? That your science boys haven"t been able to do much more than count the teeth on a worm from the inside and then tell us that it"s dangerous.
FOREMAN: We"re not in retreat- ROBISON: Right. It"s a strategic evacuation. But even that doesn"t wash. There"s at least a billion species left on this planet. Do you think you can save them all? I doubt it. And what about those of us who get left behind? What do we become?
Worm food?
FOREMAN: n.o.body"s being left behind. You"re a.s.suming that some of us are abandoning all of us. That"s not the case, all of us are making it possible for some of us to operate out of a safe harbor. Consider it insurance. We"re making it possible for humanity to survive the very worst-case scenario...
To further amplify this point, consider the following thought experiment: suppose a gastropede leaves its own settlement and travels to a nearby camp. Whatever microorganisms that individual might be carrying, the stingfly swarm over the second camp will, in the course of its regular feeding, inevitably pick up those microorganisms; equally inevitably, the swarm will transmit the full range of those parasites and symbiants to every gastropede in the second settlement.
Conversely, the visiting gastropede will be almost instantaneously infected with the complete range of resident microorganisms found in the second settlement. If the visiting gastropede is not terminally affected by the sudden infection-and it appears that gastropedes are extremely resilient-the result will be that both the visiting individual and the resident population will end up hosting a combination of microorganism populations 9n their blood and organs.
When the visiting gastropede returns to its home camp, the process will be repeated. In this way, the microorganism population of the Chtorran ecology uses the stingfly as a mechanism for the transmission of new bacterial and viral forms.
It has been suggested that this mechanism is also the way that the neural symbiont spreads itself throughout Chtorran and human populations.
-The Red Book (Release 22.19A)