Because, from the strain in the voice, it was a very nervous and unhappy human.
"AH-One-Oh-Three-Three, be advised we are under a Code Five quarantine," the com officer said, with the kind of hesitation that made her think he wasn"t on a microphone very often. "We can let you dock, and we can refuel you with servos, but we can"t permit you to open your airlock. And we"d like you to move on to some other station if you have the reserves."
He can"t deny us docking under a Code Five, but he"s frightened. And he really wants us to go away.
Tia made a quick command decision. "Presley Station, be advised that we are on a.s.signment from CenCom Medical. References coming now." She sent over her credentials in a databurst. "We"re coming in, and we"d appreciate Presley Station"s cooperation. We"d like to be connected to your Chief Medical Officer while we maneuver for docking, please."
"Uh-I-" There was a brief muttering, as if he was speaking to someone else, then he came back on the mike. "We can do that. Stand by for docking instructions."
At that point the human left the com, and the AI took over; she woke up Alex and briefed him, then gave him a chance to get dressed and gulp some coffee while she dealt with the no longer routine business of docking. As she followed the AI"s fairly simple instructions, she wondered just what, exactly, was going on at Presley Station.
Was this the start of the plague, or a false alarm?
Or-was this just one outbreak among many?
She waited, impatiently, for the com officer to return online, while Alex gulped down three cups of coffee and shook himself out of the fog of interrupted sleep. It took forever, or at least it seemed that way.
Finally the com came alive again. "AH-One-Oh-Three-Three, we have the Chief Medical Officer online for you now." It was a different voice; one with more authority. Before Tia could respond, both voice and visual channels came alive, and she and Alex found themselves looking into the face of a seriously frightened man, a man wearing medical whites and the insignia of a private physician.
"h.e.l.lo?" the man said, tentatively. "You-you"re from MedServices? You don"t look like a doctor."
"I"m not a doctor," Alex said promptly. "I"ve been authorized by CenCom MedServices to investigate a possible outbreak of a new infectious disease that involves immune deficiency syndrome. We had reason to believe that there"s an infectious site somewhere in this sphere, and we"ve been trying to track the path of the last known victim."
There was no doubt about it; the doctor paled. "Let me show you our patient," he whispered, and reached for something below the screen. A second signal came in, which Tia routed to her side screen.
The patient displayed suppurating boils virtually identical to Kenny"s victim; the only difference was that this man was not nearly so far gone as the first one.
"Well, he matches the symptoms of the victim we"ve been tracking," Alex said, calmly, while Tia made frantic adjustments to her blood-chemistry levels to get her heart calmed down. "I trust you have him in full isolation and quarantine."
"Him and and his ship," the doctor replied, visibly shaking. "We haven"t had any new cases, but his ship," the doctor replied, visibly shaking. "We haven"t had any new cases, but decom decom it, we don"t know what this is or what the vector is or-" it, we don"t know what this is or what the vector is or-"
"I"ve got a contact number coming over to you right now," Alex interrupted, typing quickly. "As soon as you get off the line with me, get onto this line; it"s a double-bounce link up to MedServices and a Doctor Kennet Uhua-Sorg. He"s the man in charge of this; he has the first case in his custody, and he"ll know whatever there is to to know. What we"d like is this; we"re the team in charge of tracking this thing to its source. Do you know anything about where this patient came from, what he was doing-" know. What we"d like is this; we"re the team in charge of tracking this thing to its source. Do you know anything about where this patient came from, what he was doing-"
"Not much," the doctor said, already looking relieved at the idea that someone at CenCom was "in charge" of this outbreak. Tia didn"t have the heart to let him know how little Kenny knew; she only hoped that since they"d left, he"d come up with something more in the way of a treatment. "He"s a tramp prospector; he came in here with a load we sealed off, and sick as a dog-crawled into port under his own power, but he collapsed on the dock as soon as he was out of the ship, yelling for a medic. We didn"t know he was sick when we let him dock, of course-"
The man was babbling, or he wouldn"t have let that slip. Interstellar law decreed that victims of disease be given safe harborage within quarantine, but Tia had no doubt that if traffic control hadn"t hadn"t been an AI, the prospector would have never gotten a berth. At best, they would have denied him docking privileges; at worst, they"d have sent a fighter out to blast him into noninfectious atoms. She made a mental note to send that information on to Kenny with their initial report. been an AI, the prospector would have never gotten a berth. At best, they would have denied him docking privileges; at worst, they"d have sent a fighter out to blast him into noninfectious atoms. She made a mental note to send that information on to Kenny with their initial report.
"-when he collapsed and one of the dockworkers saw the sores, he hit the alarm and we sealed the dock off, sent in a crew in decontam suits to get him and put him into isolation. I sent off a Priority One to our PTA, but it takes so long to get an answer from them-"
"Did he say where he thought he caught this?" Alex said, interrupting him again.
The doctor shook his head. "He just said he was out looking for a good stake when he stumbled across something that looked like an interstellar rummage sale, and he figures that was where he got hit. What he meant by "interstellar rummage sale" he won"t say. Just that it was a lot of "stuff" he didn"t recognize."
Well, that matched their guess as to the last victim.
"Can we talk to him?" Tia asked.
The doctor shrugged. "You can try. I"ll give you audiovisual access to the room. He"s conscious and coherent, but whether or not he"ll be willing to tell you anything, I can"t say. He sure won"t tell us much."
It was fairly obvious that he was itching to get to a comset and get in contact with MedServices, thus, symbolically at least, pa.s.sing the problem up the line. If his bosses cared about where the miner had picked up the infection, they hadn"t told him him about it. about it.
Not too surprising. He was a company doctor. He was supposed to be treating execs for indigestion, while his underlings patched up miners after bar fights and set broken bones after industrial accidents. The worst he was ever supposed to see was an epidemic of whatever new influenza was going around. He was not not supposed to have to be dealing with a plague, at least, not by his way of thinking. Traffic control was supposed to be keeping plague ships from ever coming near the station. supposed to have to be dealing with a plague, at least, not by his way of thinking. Traffic control was supposed to be keeping plague ships from ever coming near the station.
"Thanks for your cooperation, Doctor," Alex said genially. "Get that link set up for us, if you would, and we"ll leave you to your work."
The doctor signed off-still without identifying himself, not that Tia was worried. Her recordings were enough for any legal purposes, and at this point, now that he had pa.s.sed authority on to them, he was a nonent.i.ty. They didn"t need to talk to him anymore. What they needed was currently incarcerated in an isolation room on that station-and they were going to have to figure out how to get him to talk to them.
"Okay, Alex," she said when the screen was safely blank. "You"re a lot closer to being an expert on this than I am. How do we get a rock-rat to tell us what we want to know?"
"Hank, my name"s Alex," the brawn said, watching the screen and all the patient-status readouts alongside. "I"m a brawn from CS, on loan to MedServices; you"ll hear another voice in a moment, and that"s my brainship, Tia."
"h.e.l.lo, Hank," she said, very glad that she was safely encased in her column with no reactions for Hank to read. Alex was doing a good job of acting; one she knew she would never be able to match. Just looking at Hank made her feel-twitchy, shivery, and quite uncomfortable; sensations she hadn"t known she could still have. "I don"t know if anyone bothered to tell you, but we were sent out here because there"s someone else with what you"ve got; it"s very contagious, and we"re trying to keep it from turning into a plague. Will you help us?"
"Give him the straight story," Alex had said; Kenny had agreed to that when they got hold of him, right after the company doctor had called him. "There"s no point in trying to trick him. If he knows how bad off he is, he just might be willing to cooperate."
The sores only grew worse when you bandaged them, so Hank was lying in a gel-bed-a big pan full of goo, really, with a waterbed mattress beneath the goo. Right now only the opaque green gel covering him was keeping him from outraging modesty. The gel was a burn-treatment, and something Kenny had come up with for the other man. He He was still alive, but no better than when they had left. They still had no idea who or what he was, besides horribly unlucky. was still alive, but no better than when they had left. They still had no idea who or what he was, besides horribly unlucky.
Hank peered up at the screen in the corner of his room, through a face grotesquely swollen and broken-out. "These company goons won"t give me any kind of a straight story," he said hoa.r.s.ely. "All they do is try an" brush me off. How bad off am I?"
"There"s no cure," Alex said, flatly. "There"s one other known victim. The other man is worse than you, and they haven"t found anything to reverse his condition. That"s the truth."
Hank cursed helplessly for about four or five minutes straight before he ran out of breath and words. Then he lay back in the gel-bed for another couple of minutes with his eyes closed.
Tia decided to break the silence. "I don"t know how you feel about the rest of the universe, Hank, but-we need to know where you came down with this. If this got loose in any kind of population-"
" "Sall right, lady," he interrupted, eyes still closed. "You"re preachin" to the choir. Ain"t no percentage in keeping my mouth shut now." He sighed, a sound that sounded perilously close to a sob. "I run across this place by accident, and I ain"t sure how I"d find it again-but you guys might be able to. I give you what data I got. I"d surely hate t" see a kid in the shape I"m in right now."
"Thanks, Hank," Alex said, with quiet grat.i.tude. "I wish there was something we could do for you. Can you think of anything you"d like?"
Hank shook his head just a little. "Tell you what; I got some serious hurt here, an" what they"re given me ain"t doin" much, "cause they"re "fraid I"m gonna get hooked. You make these bozos give me all the pain meds I ask for-if I ever get cured up, I"ll dry out then. then. You think you can do that for me?" You think you can do that for me?"
"I"ll authorize it," Tia said firmly. At Alex"s raised eyebrow, she printed: Kenny"s authorizations include patient treatments. We"ve got that power, and it seems cruel not to give him that much relief.
Alex nodded. "Okay, Hank, my partner says she can boss the docs here. So, fire away; we"re recording. Unless you want something now."
"Naw. I wanta stay on this planet long enough t" give you what little info I got." Hank coughed. "First off, my boat"s an old wreck; falls outa hyper all the time, and the recorder don"t always work when she takes a dive. Basically, what happened was she fell out, and there was a Terra-type planet not too far from where she dropped. My holds was pretty empty, so I figured I"d see if there was anything around. Registered somethin" that looked like wrecked buildings in one spot, went down t" take a look-see."
"That was where you caught this thing?" Alex asked.
"I"m gettin" to that. Weren"t no signs of life, okay? But there was some buildings there, old and kinda busted up, round, like them flyin" saucers people used to see-I figgered maybe I"d hit some place where the archies hadn"t got to, mebbe I could pick up somethin" I could peddle. I went ahead an" landed, okay? Only I found somethin" that looked like somebody else had been there first. Looked like-I dunno, like somebody"d been collectin" and h.o.a.rdin" for a long, long time, buryin" the stuff in caves by the buildings, stashin" it in the buildings that wasn"t busted up. Some of it was dug up already, some of it somebody"d just started t" dig up."
"How do you mean?" Alex asked.
"Like-somebody"s kid"s idea of a treasure place. Caves, lots of "em, some of "em dug up, all of "em prob"ly had stuff in "em." Hank"s voice started to slur with fatigue, but he seemed willing to continue, so Tia let him.
"Anyway, I got down there, grabbed some of the good stuff, took lots of holos so if I ever figured out where it was, I could stake a legal claim on it." He sighed. "I was keepin" my mouth shut, partly "cause I don"t trust these company goons, partly "cause I figured on goin" back as soon as I got cured." He coughed, unhappily. "Well, it don"t much look like I"m gonna get cured up any time soon, does it?"
"I can"t promise anything but the pain meds, Hank," Tia said softly.
"Yeah." He licked cracked and swollen lips with a pale tongue. "Look, you get into my ship. See if the d.a.m.n recorder was workin" at all. Get them holos, see if you can figure out where the devil I was from "em. You guys are CS, ev"body knows you can trust CS-if there"s anything I can get outa this, see what you can do, okay?" The last was more of a pathetic plea than anything else.
"Hank, I can guarantee you this much-since you"ve cooperated, there"s some kind of reward system with MedService for people who cooperate in closing down plagues," Alex said, after a few moments of checking with regs. "It includes all medical covered-including prosthetics and restorations-and full value of personal possessions confiscated or destroyed. That should include your ship and cargo. We"ll itemize the real real value of your cargo if we can." value of your cargo if we can."
Hank just sighed-but it sounded relieved. "Good," he replied, his voice fading with exhaustion. "Knew I could...trust CS. Lissen, can I get some"f that pain med now?"
Tia logged the authorization and activated the servo-nurse. "Coming up, Hank," she said. The man turned his head slightly as he heard the whine of the motor, and his eyes followed the hypospray until it touched his arm. "From now on, you just voice-activate the servo-tell it "DM-Tia" and it will know what to give you." There was a hiss-then for one moment, what was left of his swollen lips curved in something like a smile. Tia closed down the link, after locking in the "on-demand" authorization. It would take someone from CenCom MedServices to override it now.
Meanwhile, Alex had been arguing with Dock Services, and finally had to pull rank on them to get access to the controls for the dock servos and remotes. Once that was established, however, it was a matter of moments for Tia to tie herself in and pick out a servo with a camera still inside the quarantined area to send into the ship.
She selected the most versatile she could find; one with a crawler base, several waldos of various size and strength, and a reasonable optical pickup. "We aren"t going to tell them that hard vacuum kills the bugs yet, are we?" she asked, as she activated the servo and sent it crawling towards the abandoned dock.
"Are you kidding?" Alex snorted. "Given the pa.s.s-the-credit att.i.tude around here, I may never tell them. Let Kenny do it, if he wants, but I"d be willing to bet that the moment we tell them, they"ll seal off the section and blow it, then go in and help themselves to whatever"s on Hank"s ship before we get a chance to make a record of it."
"I won"t take that bet," she replied, steering the crawler up the ramp and into the still-gaping airlock.
Hank hadn"t exaggerated when he"d said his ship was a wreck; it had more patches and make-dos on it than she had dreamed possible on a ship still in s.p.a.ce and operating. Half the wall-plates were gone on the inside of the lock; the floor-plates were of three different colors. And when she brought the crawler into the control cabin, it was obvious that the patchworking probably extended to the entire ship.
Exposed wiring was everywhere; the original control panels had long ago been replaced by panels salvaged from at least a dozen other places. Small wonder the ship had a tendency to fall out of hyper; she was surprised it ever managed to stay in in hyper, with all the false signals that should be coming off those boards. hyper, with all the false signals that should be coming off those boards.
"You think the recorder caught where he went?" Alex asked doubtfully, peering at the view in the screen. The lighting was in just as poor shape as everything else, but Tia had some pretty sophisticated enhancement abilities, and the picture wasn"t too bad. The ship"s "black box" recorder, that should should have registered everything this poor old wreck had done, was in no better shape than the rest of the ship. have registered everything this poor old wreck had done, was in no better shape than the rest of the ship.
"Either it did, or it didn"t," she said philosophically. "We"ll have a pattern of where he was supposed to be be going, though, and where he thought he was heading when he left our little plague-spot. We should be able to deduce the general area from that." going, though, and where he thought he was heading when he left our little plague-spot. We should be able to deduce the general area from that."
"Ah, and since we know the planetary type, if Survey ever found it, we"ll know where it is." Alex nodded as his hands raced across the keyboards, helping Tia with the complex servo. "Look, there"s the com, I think. Get the servo a little closer, and I"ll punch up a link to us."
"Right." She maneuvered the crawler in between two seats with stuffing oozing out of cracks in the upholstery, and got the servo close enough to the panel that Alex could reach it with one of the waldos. While he punched in their access com-code, she activated the black box, plugged the servo into it, and put it on com uplink mode with another waldo. She would have shaken her head, if she could have. Not only was all of this incredibly jury-rigged, it actually looked as if many of the operations that should have been automatic had deliberately been made manual.
"I can"t believe this stuff," she said, finally. "It must have taken both hands and feet to fly this wreck!"
"It probably did," Alex observed. "A lot of the old boys are like that. They don"t trust AIs, and they"ll tell you long stories about how it"s because someone who was a friend of a friend had trouble with one and it nearly killed him or wrecked his ship. The longer they stay out here, the odder they get that way."
"And CenCom worries about us us going loonie," she replied, making a snorting sound. "Seems to me there"s a lot more to worry about with one of these old rock-rats-" going loonie," she replied, making a snorting sound. "Seems to me there"s a lot more to worry about with one of these old rock-rats-"
"Except that there"s never been a case of one of them going around the bend in a way that endangered more than a couple of people," Alex replied. Just about then, one of Tia"s incoming lines activated. "There. Have I got you live, lover?"
"Yes, and I"m downlinking now." The black box burped its contents at her in a way that made her suspect more than one gap in its memory-train. Oh well. Maybe well get lucky. Oh well. Maybe well get lucky. "Should we go check out the holds now?" "Should we go check out the holds now?"
"Not the holds, the cabin," Alex corrected. "The holds will probably be half-full of primary-processed metals, or salvage junk. He"ll have put his loot from the site in the cabins, if it was anything good."
"Good enough." She backed the servo out, carefully, hoping to avoid tangling it in anything. Somehow she actually succeeded; she wasn"t quite sure how. She had no real "feeling" from this servo; no sense of where its limbs were, no feedback from the crawler treads. It made her appreciate her shipbody all that much more. With the kinesthetic input from her skin sensors and the internals, she knew where everything was at all times, exactly as if she had grown this body herself.
There were two cabins off the main one; the first was clearly Hank"s own sleeping quarters, and Tia was amazed at how neat and clean they were. Somehow she had expected a rat"s nest. But she recalled the pictures of the control room as she turned the servo to the other door, and realized that the control room had been just as neat and clean- It was only the myriad of jury-rigs and quick-fix repairs that had given the impression of a mess. There wasn"t actually any garbage in there-the floor and walls were squeaky-clean. Hank ran as clean a ship as he could, given his circ.u.mstances.
The second door was locked; Alex didn"t even bother with any kind of finesse. Hank"s ship would be destroyed at this point, no matter what they did or didn"t do. One of the waldos was a small welding torch; Alex used it to burn out the lock.
The door swung open on its own, when the lock was no longer holding it. Tia suddenly knew how Lord Carnavon felt, when he peeked through the hole bored into the burial chamber of Tutankhamen.
" "Wonderful things!" " she breathed, quoting him half-unconsciously.
Hank must have worked like a madman to get everything into that cabin. This was was treasure, in every sense of the word. There was nothing in that cabin that did not gleam with precious metal or the sleekness of consummate artistry. Or both. The largest piece was a statue about a meter tall, of some kind of stylized winged creature. The smallest was probably one of the rings in the heaps of jewelry piled into the carved stone boxes on the floor-which were themselves works of high art. If Hank could claim even a fraction of this legally, he could buy a new ship and still be a wealthy man. treasure, in every sense of the word. There was nothing in that cabin that did not gleam with precious metal or the sleekness of consummate artistry. Or both. The largest piece was a statue about a meter tall, of some kind of stylized winged creature. The smallest was probably one of the rings in the heaps of jewelry piled into the carved stone boxes on the floor-which were themselves works of high art. If Hank could claim even a fraction of this legally, he could buy a new ship and still be a wealthy man.
If he lived to enjoy his wealth, that is.
He had stowed his loot very carefully, Tia saw, with the same kind of neat, methodical care that showed in his own cabin. Every box of jewelry was carefully strapped to the floor; every vase was netted in place. Every statue was lying on the bunk and held down by restraints. The cabin had been crammed as full as possible and still permit the door to open, but every single piece had been neatly stowed and then secured, so that no matter what the ship did, none of it would break loose. And so that none of it would damage anything else.
"Have we got enough pictures?" Alex asked faintly. "I"m being overcome by gold-fever. I"d like to look for those holos before my avarice gets the better of my common sense, and I go running down there to dive into that stuff myself."
"Right!" Tia said hastily, and backed the servo out again. The door swung shut after it, and Alex heaved a very real sigh of relief.
"Sorry, love," he said apologetically. "I never thought I"d ever react like that."
"You"ve never been confronted with several million credits"-worth of gold alone," she replied soothingly. "I don"t even want to think what the real value of all of that is. Do you think he"d keep the holos in his cabin?"
"There"s no place to stash them out in the control room," Alex pointed out.
Once again, Hank"s neat and methodical nature saved the day for them, and Tia knew why he hadn"t bothered to tell them where he"d put his records. Once they entered his cabin, there next to a small terminal was a drawer marked "Records," and in the drawer were the hardcopy claim papers he"d intended to file and the holos he"d taken in a section marked "Possible Claims."
"Luck"s on our side today," Alex marveled. Tia agreed. It would have been far far more likely that they"d have gotten some victim who"d refuse to divulge anything, or one who"d been half-crazed-or one who simply hadn"t kept any kind of a record at all. more likely that they"d have gotten some victim who"d refuse to divulge anything, or one who"d been half-crazed-or one who simply hadn"t kept any kind of a record at all.
Luck was further on their side; he"d made datahedron copies of everything, including the holos, and those those could be uplinked to AH-One-Oh-Three-Three. There would be no need to bring anything out of the quarantined dock area. could be uplinked to AH-One-Oh-Three-Three. There would be no need to bring anything out of the quarantined dock area.
It took them several hours to find a way to bring up the reader in the control cabin, then link the reader into the com system, but once they got a good link established, it was a matter of nanoseconds and the precious recordings were theirs.
She guided the servo towards the lock and swiveled the optic back for a last look-and realized that she she still had control over a number of the ship"s functions via the servo. still had control over a number of the ship"s functions via the servo.
"Alex," she said slowly, "it would be a terrible thing if the airlock closed and locked, wouldn"t it? That would mean even if station ops blew the section to decontaminate it, they wouldn"t be able to get into the ship-or even get it undocked. They"d never know exactly exactly what was on board." what was on board."
Alex blinked in bewilderment for a moment-then slowly grinned. "That would would be terrible, wouldn"t it?" he agreed. "Well, goodness, Tia, I imagine that they"d probably dither around about it until somebody from CenCom showed up-somebody with authority to confiscate it and hold it for decontamination and evaluation." be terrible, wouldn"t it?" he agreed. "Well, goodness, Tia, I imagine that they"d probably dither around about it until somebody from CenCom showed up-somebody with authority to confiscate it and hold it for decontamination and evaluation."
"Of course," she continued smoothly, sending a databurst to the servo, programming it to get the airlock to shut and lock up. "And you know, these old ships are so so unreliable-what if something happened to the ship"s systems that made it vent to vacuum? Why then, even if the station managers decided to try and short-circuit the lock, they couldn"t get it open against a hard vacuum. They"d have to bring in vacuum-welders and cut the locks open-and that would damage their own dock area. That would just be such an inconvenience." unreliable-what if something happened to the ship"s systems that made it vent to vacuum? Why then, even if the station managers decided to try and short-circuit the lock, they couldn"t get it open against a hard vacuum. They"d have to bring in vacuum-welders and cut the locks open-and that would damage their own dock area. That would just be such an inconvenience."
"It certainly would-" Alex said, stifling a laugh.
She sent further instructions to the ship and noted with glee the ship proceeding to vent out the s.p.a.ceward side. The servo noted hard vacuum on one of its sensors in a fairly reasonable length of time.
Satisfied that no one was going to be able to break into Hank"s ship and pilfer his treasure, she sent a last set of instructions to the servo, shutting it down until she sent it an activation key. No one was going to get into that ship without her cooperation.
Hank would get a finder"s fee, if nothing else, based on the value of the artifacts he had found. But now it would be based on the true true value of what he had found, and not just what was left after the owners of Presley Station took their pick of the loot. a.s.suming they left anything at all. value of what he had found, and not just what was left after the owners of Presley Station took their pick of the loot. a.s.suming they left anything at all.
"Well," she said, when she had finished. "We"d better get to work. Are you you any good at deciphering black box recordings?" any good at deciphering black box recordings?"
"Tolerably," Alex replied. "Tell you what; you a.n.a.lyze the holos while I diddle the black box data, then we"ll switch."
"Provided you don"t get gold-fever again," she warned him, opening the data on his screens.
The holos showed exactly what Hank had reported; a series of caves-caves that looked to have been artificially cut into the bluffs beside the ruined buildings. The nearest were completely dug up, and plainly emptied, but beyond them, there was another series of caves that were open to the air and still held treasures. But this wasn"t like anything Tia had ever seen before. Each one of those caves, rather than being some kind of grave or other archeological ent.i.ty, was clearly nothing more than a cache-and each one held precious objects from an entirely different culture than the one next to it. The two nearest the camera in the first holo held sacred objects from two cultures that were light-years apart-and from ages when neither civilization had attained even interplanetary flight, much less starflight.