"On what grounds, Mr. Penquick?" the judge asked icily.
"Er. The defense is putting his own interpretation of events on the testimony of two respected officers!"
"He"s putting my words to their testimony. It is, in my opinion, a very generous interpretation. Continue, Mr. Capra."
"Thank you, Your Honor. I"d like to call Dr. Liepsich of the HAR Inst.i.tute of Technology as my first witness."
An untidy, long-haired man proceeded to the stand, took the oath and scratched in his scraggly beard. Capra proceeded onward.
"Dr. Liepsich, you are head of the physics department at HARIT. I believe you are also chief consultant to the HAR defense force on Korozhet equipment. The soft-cyber and the slowshield particularly."
The scientist grimaced. "For my sins, yes. Although I would have more luck explaining them to brain-dead first-year art students."
Mike Capra persisted. "But you are the best expert on the function of the slowshields that the military issue to their troops."
"Yep. Dead simple things, really. From the functional point of view. They harden if anything moving faster than 22.8 mph pa.s.ses through the exclusion zone."
"Can a soldier turn his shield off?" asked the defense attorney.
"Nope," said the scientist. "They"re as idiot-proof as possible. They"re surgically implanted, draw power from the user"s electromagnetic field."
Capra nodded. "And just what would happen if someone wearing one fired a pistol?"
Liepsich shrugged again. "Does the word "colander" mean anything to you?"
The judge cleared his throat. "Could you stop speaking in riddles, Dr. Liepsich? Mr. Capra, what is all this about?"
The physics professor looked at the judge as a man might a beetle crawling out of his sandwich. "It means," he said with an air of exaggerated patience, "that if your accused over there had shot the cop-as the other two cops testified he did-the ricochets inside his own slowshield would have killed him. It is a physical impossibility. He didn"t shoot anyone. He can"t. They lied. Is that clear enough?"
The prosecuting attorney had leapt to his feet. "Your Honor, I object to the witness drawing unsupported conclusions."
The untidy professor looked at the attorney. "Meatball, when you have the intellect to manage elementary arithmetic without counting on your fingers, you can tell me I draw unsupported conclusions. In the meantime I suggest you go off and learn how to tie your own shoelaces."
The judge was forced to resort to his gavel to quell the riot. "Dr. Liepsich, desist with abusing our learned friend. I caution you that if you do not moderate your tone, I might have to find you in contempt. What I meant was I wanted to know what this slowshield issue has to do with this case?"
Mike Capra cleared his throat. "M"lud, I don"t believe that the prosecution had seen fit to inform you that as of the fifth of last month, my client has been a volunteer, serving with the HAR defense force. He therefore has a surgically implanted slowshield. He therefore cannot have shot anyone on the afternoon of the seventeenth instant."
The judge c.o.c.ked his head. "He"s a member of the army?"
Capra nodded. "Yes, Your Honor. A private."
The judge looked at the doc.u.ments before him. "And he joined as a volunteer on the fifth?"
Capra nodded again. "Yes, Your Honor. It is a matter of public record."
"Then I have no jurisdiction over this case. By the terms of Special Gazette item 17 of 11/3/29 he cannot be prosecuted for misdemeanors committed prior to this, while he is in the service. A foolish statute, in my opinion, but nonetheless, that is the law. And for any crimes he committed after that date, he should be tried by the military, not, thank goodness, by me. And anyway, it is my considered opinion that there is no case against this man."
"In that case, Your Honor, may I raise a motion that these charges be dismissed?"
The judge nodded. He looked at the prosecution. "I do, however, instruct that the police investigate and appropriately charge the two detective inspectors who lied under oath. Much as I deplore Dr. Liepsich"s abusive manner, I cannot fault his conclusions. It is my opinion that the prosecutorial work done here was more than appallingly sloppy." He struck the desk with his gavel. "Case dismissed."
Walking out of the court, arm in arm with Van Klomp and his father, Fitz couldn"t help grinning. "Well. Now all I have to face is a charge for being AWOL. I"ll have to get back to camp as soon as possible.
Van Klomp cleared his throat. "As it happens, a major from the Attorney General"s office contacted me about that. Scariest man I"ve met for a long time. Fortunately, he seems to approve of you. He said if you have an affidavit from the judge, to the effect that you"d been illegally detained by civil authority, you"d get away with it. Give it to your commanding officer. The army looks with disfavor on civil authorities messing around with their own. Capra"s hopefully organizing it right now."
The camp commandant looked at the affidavit. Shrugged. "Not my business anyway. You"ve been transferred to OCS instead. Someone higher up obviously decided that the Vats would murder a Shareholder, now that, thanks to the newspapers, everyone knows you are one. You"re due to report there tomorrow. So, it looks like I should give you another pa.s.s. Try and stay out of trouble on this one."
5.
"We need more loyalty. More courage. More military backbone." Thus spoke the plump jellyfish of a general, Blutin, who was officially the head of HAR"s army.
"We had to resort to bribing them with drink. It"s the only thing we"ve found that actually motivates them," said his 2IC, General Cartup-Kreutzler. "We"re forced to apply the harshest of military discipline, too. They desert with regularity. It"s only the grog ration that keeps them in the trenches at all. We need you to sort this out and to treble production."
The colony"s chief biologist sighed. "You asked us for some animal that we could uplift with this Korozhet device that would be an efficient killer of the insectlike Magh" invaders. We took one of the best naturally equipped species, that we could breed quite fast. Now . . . you"re telling us fast isn"t fast enough. You need more rats. Are they no good as Magh" killers?"
The two generals looked at each other. Blutin might be the senior, but he always let Cartup-Kreutzler lead. "They do seem to be very good at killing Magh"," admitted Cartup-Kreutzler.
"Then why are you experiencing such high mortalities?" she asked dourly. "I must tell you, gentlemen, that we simply cannot step up production. Our facilities were never meant to carry the load they are doing now. If anything, production is going to decline as certain irreplaceable equipment breaks down."
"Er. Well, we"ve had to execute rather a lot in training," said Blutin. "Slacking. And for military crimes. Insubordination. Desertion. Refusal to obey the orders of a senior officer. That"s why we want you to improve their att.i.tude."
Devi Sanjay laughed. There was no humor in that laugh. "Att.i.tude? You want me to change their att.i.tude in my cloning vats! I can"t change their nature. You will have to change their nurture."
They looked blankly at her. "What do you mean, ma"am?" asked Cartup-Kreutzler, finally.
If there was one thing Devi hated it was being called "ma"am."
"I mean you"ll have to change the way you train them."
Blutin shook his head. "We can"t do that. It . . . it"s not the way it is done!"
Cartup-Kreutzler backed him up. "Yes, I must really insist that you leave military matters to us, Professor Sanjay. It"s not your field of expertise."
Devi Sanjay looked at the two generals coldly. She refrained from saying "it"s not yours either."
Mentally, she shrugged. She"d hit brick walls before. In the Shareholders" current panic, they would give their support to these idiots and not to the voice of reason. Before this war, the HAR army had been a rather trivial out-of-the-way make-work place to dump well-connected incompetents. Now, with the Magh" invasion, the army had a.s.sumed a central position in human society. Unfortunately, it had retained its idiots.
"Well, you"re going to have to give up these executions. We can"t replace the rats or the soft-cyber units you"re . . . using up." She had managed not to say "wasting."
"Discipline must be maintained!" snapped Cartup-Kreutzler. "We"ve got to set an example or the rats will be far worse."
She looked dispa.s.sionately at the two. No wonder humans were in such trouble. "If I might suggest . . . Simply remove the troublemakers and repost them elsewhere. Tell the rats that remain that the troublemakers have been executed. From what you"ve told me, they"re in no position to know any different. Tell the reposted ones they"ve been reprieved. It would give us breathing s.p.a.ce here at the cloning labs. And we"ll experiment with a different language download on the bats."
The two generals looked at each other. "I suppose that might work," said Cartup-Kreutzler reluctantly. "We can send them to areas the Korozhet advisors say are imminent attack zones."
Blutin looked suspiciously at her. "What has language got to do with it? I don"t see why they"re required to speak anyway."
"Language shapes the way you are able to think. For example, Zulu has no distinct word for the color blue as opposed to green. This makes describing the difference between hydrous and anhydrous copper sulphate difficult," she said dryly.
The two generals looked blankly at her. She decided to continue anyway. "The microprocessor in the soft-cyber unit "learns" how to translate thought patterns into words existing within the vocabulary download. This is naturally a little imprecise. The software in the cybernetic unit selects the nearest possible word with impeccable logic. Unfortunately, English isn"t terribly logical. It does mean that you can"t think of a complex matter which you do not have words for, however."
A dim light dawned at the end of Cartup-Kreutzler tunnel. "Could you arrange it so that they don"t know the meaning of fear?"
"Unlikely," said the scientist dryly. "It"s a core word in the human vocabulary. And without the concept you would be even shorter of soldiers. Gentlemen, I"ve heard your requests." She emphasized that word. "I"ve told you what can be done. Now, if you"d excuse me, I shall see about implementation."
Without asking their permission, she got up and left. It would be better if she could depart this overplush office, and this chateau with its fake military grandeur, without explaining that the bats would be getting downloads of Irish nationalist folk music and old Wobbly songs.
Devi Sanjay had joined the New Fabians back on Earth as a young idealist, with many others, planning a utopia. She"d seen the ideals of her compatriots wither as they became part of the entrenched privileged cla.s.s. She wasn"t young anymore. But she, personally, had not quite lost all her idealism. When she"d left Earth, humans had been the intelligent species of the universe. Alone. Special. Now she knew that intelligent life was not rare. There were the alien enemy-the Magh", the alien allies-the spiny beach ball Korozhet, and, according to the Korozhet, hundreds of others in this part of the galaxy alone. Evil ones such as the Jampad and Magh", friends like Korozhet. She"d fostered two new intelligent species herself. The army still regarded them as trained animals. Biomechanical weapons. Things.
Devi Sanjay knew they were wrong. Things stopped being things when they reasoned. And, like the aliens, they would not see the world from a human perspective. Devi had never explained just why she had chosen the species she had, or the language downloads that she had. Her reasons were subtle, and her plans and vision deep. Some of them had very little to do with the war.
Humans had let the genie out of the Vat. Of one thing she was certain: it wouldn"t be that easy to put the two new intelligent species back. She"d given the rats some of the most intense and skilled portrayal of human drama and history. Now she was about to do the same, with emotional and revolutionary content instead, to a species that could indeed kill Magh"-among other things.
Whatever came out of the meeting of these three . . . humans, rats and bats, all endowed with a shaping human heritage, when the hurly-burly was done . . . would not be in the smug plans of the aging New Fabian Shareholders.
The rats marched between the shock-stick-armed MPs, to face the bored-looking tribunal. The clerk listed their numbers. The officer presiding looked up from the sheaf of papers in front of him. "You are charged with aiding and abetting the enemy, desertion and murder of your human officer. We have affidavits here from the OC commanding and Rat 235645670045, known as "d.i.c.k Deadeye." Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
The rats looked in puzzlement at the officers. "We never did any a-betting. "Tis a good idea, mind," said Gobbo.
"Murder?" said Ariel. ""Twas pesticide. And that is no crime. We asked."
The officer ignored her. "We note that Rat 235645670045, known as "d.i.c.k Deadeye," is deceased. I presume he was murdered to try and cover up your heinous deeds."
Pooh-Bah shook his head. "Humans doth mistake rats" morality. But then we find you incomprehensible. He took liberties that he wasn"t invited to with Ariel."
6.
"Oink! I mean, Lieutenant," said Ewen, the big private grinning all over his ugly face. But, also, saluting earnestly.
"At ease," said the newcomer to Ariel"s chief supplier. "I feel uncomfortable enough with this bird s.h.i.t on my shoulders without having to run into my old squad. What are you doing here, Ewen? I thought you"d been posted to the artillery."
The big private shrugged. "I got caught running a black-market trade with the rats. When it got to the court-martial they couldn"t quite pin it on me. So I got posted here to "Fort Despair." What did you do wrong?"
"Other than graduate from the OCS course, nothing I can think of. Why?"
Ewen shook his head. "You always were a bit slow-sir-even when it came to making a bed." The private grinned broadly at the memory. "This is "Fort Despair." Where they send the malcontents and troublemakers. It"s a hot sector. The Maggots are pushing forward fast and hard. The Maggots are supposed to do the job for them without having to go through all the ha.s.sle of finding evidence for a court-martial." The private laughed. "We read all about your little court case, Oi . . . Lieutenant."
"We"ll have to keep it "Lieutenant," Private. Too d.a.m.n difficult otherwise."
The big man smiled. "I reckon I won"t have any trouble taking orders from you. Sir."
"This is Lieutenant Fitzhugh. He is the new OC for this sector," said the sergeant.
The rats seemed vastly uninterested. The humans-and they were a rough-looking lot-looked as if they were already planning to desert or kill him.
Fitz looked speculatively at them, without saying a word, until they began to get uncomfortable. Then he sighed. "Right. Listen up all of you. I gather you are all here to save the army the trouble of killing you legally." There was low-throated grumble. "It probably hasn"t occurred to you that they"d give you an officer that they feel the same way about."
The grumble was silenced as they digested this one. Fitz ground his fist into his palm. "I"m planning on p.i.s.sing on their fireworks, soldiers. I"m here because I got up the noses of certain powerful Shareholders. Private Ewen here will fill you in on all the gory details. For a fee, I"m sure. But to cut a long story short, I was a boot with the conscripts. I know every "stute trick you lot can pull. And they will not happen. Is this clear?"
There were a few mutters. "On the other hand, I am not going to waste your time with petty c.r.a.p. There will be weapons drills, come h.e.l.l, high water or sh.e.l.ling. Your bangsticks will be sharp and ready. Hygiene will be of the highest standard we can manage out here. G.o.d help anyone I find c.r.a.pping in their foxhole. For the rest, I"m really not interested. When, if, we get out of here, you"ll worry about polished boots and belt buckles. Until then, don"t waste your time or mine." There was a muted cheer. He hushed it with a wave. "I"ll want to talk individually to all of you, especially the combat vets. I"ve no intention of obliging anyone by dying easily. I want that att.i.tude from all of you. Dismissed. Back to your posts."
There was a silence. And then Ewen began clapping . . . It caught on.
Fitz waved it down after a minute. "Enough. We can see if you still want to clap in a week"s time. To your posts."
Fitz leaned against the dugout wall. His father had given him two items on that last pa.s.s. "Take this tin of boiled candy. The candy is new. The tin isn"t. It"s been through four Earth wars with various Fitzhughs." The tin was a thin, flat one. The paint had long since worn off. But there was a deep gouge right across it. "Tradition has it that you will keep it in your left breast pocket."
The other thing he"d given him was a piece of advice: "Forget what they told you in OCS. When you get to your unit, talk to your NCOs. Let them lead you around quietly until you know enough not to make a fool of yourself."
"So tell me about the rats, Sarge," said Fitz to the rat-corps sergeant. "Before I make a fool of myself."
The sergeant permitted himself a hint of a smile. "Bit different from our last lootie, sir. He knew it all when he got to us. They told him at OCS how to deal with them."
Fitz raised one eyebrow. "Sergeant. They also told me how to deal with Vat-conscripts. Seeing as I"ve been one of those, and I know how they messed up there . . . I thought I might try asking one of the people who really run things."
Now the sergeant was grinning openly. "Ewen said you were a "stute one. Well, sir, there is a whole set of different rules for dealing with them. They"ve got no morals at all, for starters. And they speak sort of English, but they don"t think like we do. They take things very literally, and they still think like rats-you know, food, s.e.x and strong drink are the only important things in the world, and devil take tomorrow and the hindmost."
"Ah!" said Fitz with a smile. "Like most of my boot-camp Vat-companions."
"Bit like, sir. But the difference is they don"t seem to get concepts like respect for rank or a uniform. You earn respect personally. They don"t have much loyalty, not even to each other. You can force them to do things, but the minute your back"s turned they won"t do them. The honest truth is it is easier to buy "em than to try and do it any other way."
He looked warily at his new CO. "Er. I"ve heard, sir, all the human rat-corps NCOs who survive crook the mortality records so they"ve got some extra grog on hand."