"Or fry a whole planet. I"ve heard of them in that league, but I never-"
"But if that"s what it is, it doesn"t make sense. Something like that, on its way to do a job like that-I can"t see it taking time out to chase after us. Must be something else."
"What?"
"Don"t know."
Dorphy turned away from the screen and licked his lips, frown lines appearing between his brows.
"I think it is one," he said, "If it is, what should we do?"
Wade laughed briefly, harshly.
"Nothing," he said then. "There is absolutely nothing we could do against a thing like that. We can"t outrun it and we can"t outgun it. We"re dead if that"s what it really is and we"re what it wants. If that"s the case, though, I hope it tells us why it"s taking the trouble, before it does it."
"There"s nothing at all that I should do?"
"Send a message to Corlano. If it gets through they"ll at least have a chance to put whatever they"ve got on the line. This close to their system it can"t have any other destination. If you"ve got religion, now might be a good time to go into it a little more deeply-"
"You defeatist son of a b.i.t.c.h! There must be something else!"
"If you think of it, let me know. I"ll be up talking to Juna. In the meantime, get that message sent."
The berserker fired its maneuvering jets again. How close was too close when you were being wary? It continued to adjust its course. This had to be done just right. New directions kept coming through its processor the nearer it got to its goal. It had never encountered a situation such as this before. But then, this was an ancient program which had never before been activated. Ordered to train its weapons on the target but forbidden to fire them... all because of a little electrical activity.
"... probably come for its buddy," Wade finished.
"Berserkers don"t have buddies," Juna replied.
"I know. I"m just being cynical. You find anything new?"
"I"ve been trying various scans to determine the extent of the damage. I believe that something like nearly half of its memory has been destroyed."
"Then you"ll never get much out of it."
"Maybe. Maybe not," she said, and she sniffed once.
Wade turned toward her and saw that her eyes were moist.
"Juna..."
"I"m sorry, d.a.m.n it. It"s not like me. But to be so close to something like this-and then be blasted by an idiot killing machine right before you find some answers. It just isn"t fair. You got a tissue?" .
"Yeah. Just a sec-"
The intercom buzzed as he was fumbling with a wall dispenser.
"Patching in transmission," Dorphy stated.
There was a pause, and then an unfamiliar voice said, "h.e.l.lo. You are the captain of this vessel?"
"Yes," Wade replied. "And you are a berserker?"
"You may call me that."
"What do you want?"
"What are you doing?"
"I am conducting a shipping run to Corlano. What do you want?"
"I observe that you are conveying an unusual piece of equipment. What is it?"
"An air conditioning unit."
"Do not lie to me, Captain. What is your name?"
"Wade Kelman."
"Do not lie to me, Captain Wade Kelman. The unit you bear in tandem is not a processor of atmospheric gases. How did you acquire it?"
"Bought it at a flea market," Wade stated.
"You are lying-again, Captain Kelman."
"Yes, I am. Why not? If you are going to kill us, why should I give you the benefit of a straight answer to anything?"
"I have said nothing about killing you."
"But that is the only thing you are known to do. Why else would you have come by?"
Wade was surprised at his responses. In any imagined conversation with death he had never seen himself as being so reckless. It"s all in not having anything more to lose, he decided.
"I detect that the unit is in operation," the berserker stated.
"So it is."
"And what function does it perform for you?"
"It performs a variety of functions we find useful," he stated.
"I want you to abandon that piece of equipment," the berserker said.
"Why should I?" he asked.
"I require it."
"I take it that this is a threat?"
"Take it as you would."
"I am not going to abandon it. I repeat, why should I?"
"You place yourself in a dangerous situation."
"I did not create this situation."
"In a way you did. But I can understand your fear of me. It is not without justification."
"If you were simply going to attack us and take it from us, you would already have done so, wouldn"t you?"
"That is correct. I carry only very heavy armaments for the work in which I am engaged. If I were to turn them upon you, you would be reduced to dust. This of course includes the piece of equipment I require."
"All the more reason for us to hang onto it, as I see it."
"This is logical, but you possess an incomplete pattern of facts."
"What am I missing?"
"I have already sent a message requesting the dispatch of smaller units capable of dealing with you."
"Then why do you even bother telling us this?"
"I tell you this because it will take them some time to reach this place, and I would rather be on my way to complete my mission than wait here for them."
"Thank you. But we would rather die later than die now. We"ll wait."
"You do not understand. I am offering you a chance to live."
"What do you propose?"
"I want you to abandon that piece of equipment now. You may then depart."
"And you will just let us go, unmolested?"
"I have the option of categorizing you as goodlife if you will serve me. Abandon the unit and you will be serving me. I will categorize you as goodlife. I will then let you go, unmolested."
"We have no way of knowing whether you will keep that promise."
"That is true. But the alternative is certain death, and if you will but consider my size and the obvious nature of my mission you will realize that your few lives are insignificant beside it."
"You"ve made your point. Bat I cannot give you an instant answer. We must consider your proposal at some length."
"Understandable. I will talk to you again in an hour."
The transmission ended. Wade realized that he was shaking. He sought a chair and collapsed into it. He saw that Juna was staring at him.
"Know any good voodoo curses?" he asked.
She shook her head and smiled fleetingly.
"You handled that very well."
"No. It was like following a script. There was nothing else to do. There still isn"t."
"At least you got us some time. I wonder why it wants the thing so badly?" Her eyes narrowed then. Her mouth tightened. "Can you get me the scan on that berserker?" she asked suddenly.
"Sure."
He rose and crossed to the console.
"I"ll just cut over to the other computer and bring it in on this screen.
Moments later, a view of the killing machine hovered before them. He punched up the legend, displaying all of the specs his ship"s scanning equipment had been able to ascertain.
She studied the display for perhaps, a minute, scrolling the legend. Then, "It lied," she said.
"In what respects?" he asked.
"Here, here here and here," she stated, pointing at features on the face of the berserker. "And here-"
She indicated a section of the legend covering arms estimations.
Dorphy and MacFarland entered the cabin while she was talking.
"It lied when it said that it possesses only superior weapons and is in an overkill situation with respect to us. Those look like small-weapon mountings."
"I don"t understand what you"re saying."
"It is probably capable of very selective firing-highly accurate, minimally destructive. It should be capable of destroying us with a high probability of leaving the artifact intact."
"Why should it lie?" he asked.
"I wonder..." she said, gnawing her thumbnail again.
MacFarland cleared his throat.
"We heard the whole exchange," he began, "and we"ve been talking it over.""
Wade turned his head and regarded him.
"Yes?"
"We think we ought to give it what it wants and run for it."