The master machine was the least imposing of all. It stood like an alabaster stele in the center of an immense chamber arranged like a theater-in-the-round. But du Fresne, peering through his strawberry spectacles, said gloatingly, "Don"t be deceived by the size, ladies and gentlemen. All but what you see of Giac is underground. It is contained in an all-metal cell one million cubic metres in volume. And it is infallible."
Fortunately Lindsay was given a half hour of final preparation in one of the small offices with which the above-ground building was honeycombed.
Nina came with him--by request.
"I can"t do it," he told her abruptly.
"Don"t worry, darling, you"ll think of something," she said. She tried to embrace him but he was too worried to respond. After awhile she said, "Why not put a direct question. Ask it if it"s infallible."
"It could hardly tell a lie on itself," he replied.
"What if such a question involved destruction of part of itself in the answer?" she asked.
"It might--though I presume du Fresne and his boys have prepared it for such jokers. And anyway, what sort of question would do that? Got any ideas?"
"That"s your department," she said helpfully. "You"re the computer smasher of this team."
"But that was pure luck," he said half-angrily. "One can"t wag his tail.... The other can"t serve on a jury."
She looked alarmed. "Darling," she said, "you aren"t--"
"Not yet, Honeycomb," he said, "but give me time.
"It"s got to be something about this Mars-Earth problem," he went on after a long silence. "Listen: how can Mars develop if it"s in the spot of the Red Queen--has to run like h.e.l.l just to stay where it is thanks to Earth"s dumping policies?"
The door opened and closed and Maria Bergozza was with them. She said, "Apparently this is necessary." She was holding a gla.s.s-pellet gun in her hand, pointing it at Lindsay.
He said, "Why, you--!" and moved toward her. Promptly the Secretary General"s daughter pointed the gun at Nina"s tanned midriff. He stopped.
Maria said evenly, "It"s _you_ that have done this to me, Nina. You"ve had all the fun while I"ve had to pour tea for papa at his d.a.m.ned functions. You"ve fouled up our plans with your meddling down in New Orleans. And now you"ve taken Zale, as you take everything else you take a fancy to."
"But you tried to kill him," said Nina. "Why should you care?"
"He would have been a martyr--and _you_ wouldn"t have had him," said Maria, her gun hand steady. "I know it"s going to ruin me to kill you--but my whole life is ruined anyway. And this way at least I can sacrifice it for the cause."
"The cause of interplanetary war?" said Lindsay, in his turn incredulous. Hot rage rose within him, "You third-rate tramp!" He stepped squarely into the line of fire, thrust his left breast in front of the muzzle of her gun. Behind him Nina screamed.
But Maria didn"t fire. Instead she sneezed--sneezed and sneezed again.
Her gun hand gyrated wildly as she doubled in a paroxysm and Nina moved past Lindsay to pluck the weapon from her.
"Don"t call me--krrrra_shew_!--third-rate," she managed to gasp before the blonde sent her sprawling with a very efficient right cross to the chin.
Nina turned on Lindsay angrily. "You d.a.m.ned fool!" she almost shouted.
"You might have been killed."
He looked down, felt his knees turn to water. He said, "OmiG.o.d--I thought I was still wearing the star. I remembered how you saved my life in New Orleans with your diamond evening bag!"
He sat down--hard. From the floor Maria whimpered, "What are you going to do to me?"
Nina said, "I ought to kill you, you know, but it would cause too much of a stink. So beat it and let us think. You"ll be hearing from me later. What you hear will depend on how you handle yourself from now on.
Understand?"
When she had slunk out Lindsay said, "What broke her up?"
Nina dropped the gun into her bag casually, said, "Now I know you"re lucky, you thin slob. You happened to stumble right onto her allergy.
She can"t stand being thought of as a third-rate lover. That"s why she"s always been jealous of me--because I have top-model rating and she could never make it. She"s too d.a.m.ned concerned with pleasing herself to please anyone else. She flunked out at fourteen."
"Then why didn"t _you_ pull it?" Lindsay asked her, astonished.
"Because," Nina said thoughtfully, "I"m not conditioned to think that way. It"s horribly rude here on Earth to stir up other people"s allergies. As you reminded me last night, you rat, we"re all people in gla.s.s houses."
"But I didn"t even know...." muttered Lindsay.
"You hit it though," she reminded him. "And you"re going to hit it again out there in exactly five minutes."
Lindsay was extremely conscious of the eyes of the vidar cameras upon him as President Giovannini, having finished his introductory speech, led him to the alabaster stele in the center of Giac"s great central chamber and turned him over to du Fresne, whose official robe hung unevenly from the hump of his harness.
Lindsay handed the Minister of Computation the question he had prepared on paper, was brusquely told, "Read it please, Amba.s.sador."
He cleared his throat and began.
"I am asking a question highly pertinent to the welfare and future amity of the United Worlds," he said slowly. "More specifically to the future amity of Earth and Mars. It is a simple question without involved mathematical qualifications--but one that no computer and no man has thus far been able to answer correctly.
"It is this continued failure of computers to come up with a logical answer in the full frame of interplanetary conditions that has done much to make the people of my planet feel that no computer is trustworthy to make decisions involving human beings."
He paused, looked covertly at du Fresne, repressed a smile. The Minister of Computation was already showing signs of distress. He was shaking his head, making little pawing motions toward his gla.s.ses.
"Here it is," Lindsay said quickly. "Should the governors of Mars, whose responsibilities lie at least as much in the economic improvement of their own world as in inter-world harmony, permit their planet to receive goods which r.e.t.a.r.d that economic development so that it becomes a race to maintain current unsatisfactory standards, merely because certain computers on Earth are fed false facts to permit continuation of some illogical form of government or social system--or should the governors of Mars permit their planet to suffer because of computer illogic in the name of a highly doubtful status quo on the parent planet?"
He walked slowly back to his place and sat down, almost feeling the silence around him. Nina whispered, "What in h.e.l.l does it mean?"
Lindsay whispered back, "It"s a bit of the iron dog and the whale, a bit of the Red Queen, a bit of the suicide idea--and something else. Let"s see if it works."
Lindsay watched du Fresne, whose moment of triumph was marred by his obvious discomfort. The twisted little man was very busy running the question into its various forms for submission to the feeder units, whose mouths gaped like hungry nestlings along part of one side wall.
If du Fresne failed him....
It was a long nervous wait. Lights flickered in meaningless succession on subsidiary instrument boards and du Fresne darted about like a bespectacled buzzard, studying first this set of symbols, then that one.
Lindsay glanced at Maria, who sat huddled beside her father beyond the president. To break the suspense he whispered to Nina, "What about _her_?"
Nina whispered back, "I"ve got it taped. I"m going to give her a nice empty job on the moon--one with a big t.i.tle attached. It will get her out of the way--she can"t do any harm there--and make her feel she"s _doing_ something. Besides"--a faint malicious pause--"there are still four men to every woman on Luna. And they aren"t choosy."
"You"re a witch," said Lindsay. He snickered and someone shushed him.
Looking up he saw that things were happening.