The Ghost Brigades

Chapter 5

"I didn"t mean to imply you didn"t, General," Szilard said. "Although you never know with you realborn. You have funny gaps in your knowledge."

"We spend most of our later educational years trying to get laid," Mattson said. "It distracts most of us from stockpiling information about twentieth-century scientists."

"Imagine that," Szilard said, mildly, and then continued on his train of thought. "Aside from his scientific talents, Szilard was also good at predicting things. He predicted both of Earth"s world wars in the twentieth century and other major events. It made him jumpy. He made it a point to live in hotels and always have a packed bag ready. Just in case."

"Fascinating," Mattson said. "What"s your point?"

"I don"t pretend to be related to Leo Szilard in any way," Szilard said. "I was just a.s.signed his name. But I think I share his talent for predicting things, especially when it comes to wars. I think this war we"ve got coming is going to get very bad indeed. That"s not just speculation; we"ve been gathering intelligence now that my people know what to look for. And you don"t have to be in possession of intelligence to know that humanity going up against three different races makes for bad odds for us." Szilard motioned his head in the direction of the lab. "This soldier may not have Boutin"s memories, but he"s still got Boutin in him-in his genes. I think it"ll make a difference, and we"re going to need all the help we can get. Call him my packed bag."



"You want him because of a hunch," Mattson said.

"Among other things," Szilard said.

"Sometimes it really shows that you"re a teenager, Szi," Mattson said.

"Do you release this soldier to me, General?" Szilard asked.

Mattson waved, dismissively. "He"s yours, General," he said. "Enjoy. At least I won"t have to worry about this one turning traitor."

"Thank you," Szilard said.

"And what are you going to do with your new toy?" Mattson asked.

"For starters," Szilard said, "I think we"ll give him a name."

FOUR.

He came into the world like most newborns do: screaming.

The world around him was formless chaos. Something was close to him and making noises at him when the world showed up; it frightened him. Suddenly it went away, leaking loud noises as it went.

He cried. He tried to move his body but could not. He cried some more.

Another form approached; based on his only previous experience, he yelled in fear and tried to get away. The form made noise and movement.

Clarity.

It was as if corrective lenses had been placed on his consciousness. The world snapped into place. Everything remained unfamiliar, but everything also seemed to make sense. He knew that even though he couldn"t identify or name anything he saw, it all had names and ident.i.ties; some portion of his mind surged into life, itching to label it all but could not.

The entire universe was on the tip of his tongue.

::Can you perceive this?:: the form-the person-in front of him asked. And he could. He could hear the question, but he knew that no sound had been made; the question had been beamed directly into his brain. He didn"t know how he knew this, or how it was done. He also didn"t know how to respond. He opened his mouth to reply.

::Don"t,:: the person in front of him said. ::Try sending sending me your reply instead. It"s faster than speaking. It"s what we all do. Here"s how.:: me your reply instead. It"s faster than speaking. It"s what we all do. Here"s how.:: Inside his head instructions appeared, and more than instructions, an awareness that suggested that anything he didn"t understand would be defined, explained and placed into context; even as he thought this he felt the instructions he"d been sent expand, individual concepts and ideas branching off into pathways, searching for their own meanings in order to give him a framework he could use. Presently it coalesced into one big idea, a gestalt that allowed him to respond. He felt the urge to respond to the person in front of him grow; his mind, sensing this, offered up a series of possible responses. Each unpacked itself as the instructions had, offering up understanding and context as well as a suitable response.

All of this took slightly under five seconds.

::I perceive you,:: he said, finally.

::Excellent,:: the person in front of him said. ::I am Judy Curie.:: ::h.e.l.lo, Judy,:: he said, after his brain unpacked for him the concepts of names and also the protocols for responding to those who offer their names as identification. He tried to give his name, but came up blank. He was suddenly confused.

Curie smiled at him. ::Having a hard time remembering your name?:: she asked.

::Yes,:: he said.

::That"s because you don"t have one yet,:: Curie said. ::Would you like to know what your name is?:: ::Please,:: he said.

::You are Jared Dirac,:: Curie said.

Jared sensed the name unpack in his brain. Jared: A biblical name (the definition of biblical biblical unpacked, leading him to the definition of unpacked, leading him to the definition of book book and to the Bible, which he did not read, as he sensed the reading and subsequent unpacking thereof would take more than a few seconds), son of Mahalalel and the father of Enoch. Also the leader of the Jaredites in the Book of Mormon (another book left unpacked). Definition: The descendant. and to the Bible, which he did not read, as he sensed the reading and subsequent unpacking thereof would take more than a few seconds), son of Mahalalel and the father of Enoch. Also the leader of the Jaredites in the Book of Mormon (another book left unpacked). Definition: The descendant. Dirac Dirac had a number of definitions, most derived from the name of Paul Dirac, a scientist. Jared had previously unpacked the meaning of names and the implications of naming conventions; he turned to Curie. had a number of definitions, most derived from the name of Paul Dirac, a scientist. Jared had previously unpacked the meaning of names and the implications of naming conventions; he turned to Curie.

::I am a descendant of Paul Dirac?:: he asked.

::No,:: Curie said. ::Your name was randomly selected from a pool of names.:: ::But my first name means descendant, descendant,:: Jared said. ::And last names are family names.:: ::Even among realborn, first names usually don"t mean anything,:: Curie said. ::And among us, last names don"t either. Don"t read too much into your names, Jared.:: Jared thought about this for a few moments, letting these ideas unpack themselves. One concept, "realborn," refused to unpack itself; Jared noted it for further exploration but left it alone for now. ::I am confused,:: he said, eventually.

Curie smiled. ::You will be confused a lot to begin with,:: she said.

::Help me be less confused,:: Jared said.

::I will,:: Curie said. ::But not for too long. You have been born out of sequence, Jared; your training mates already have a two-day start on you. You must integrate with them as soon as possible, otherwise you may experience a delay from which you may never recover. I will tell you what I can while I take you to your training mates. They will fill in the rest. Now, let"s get you out of that creche. Let"s see if you can walk as well as think.:: The concept of "walk" unpacked itself as the restraints holding Jared in the creche removed themselves. Jared braced himself and pushed forward, out of the creche. His foot landed on the floor.

::One small step for man,:: Curie said. Jared was surprised that the unpacking inherent in that phrase was substantial.

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::First order of business,:: Curie said, as she and Jared walked through Phoenix Station. ::You think you"re thinking, but you"re not.:: Jared"s first impulse was to say I don"t understand, I don"t understand, but he held back, intuiting for the first time that this was likely to be his response to most things in the near future. ::Please explain,:: he said instead. but he held back, intuiting for the first time that this was likely to be his response to most things in the near future. ::Please explain,:: he said instead.

::You are newly born,:: Curie said. ::Your brain-your actual actual brain-is entirely empty of knowledge and experience. In its place, a computer inside your head known as a BrainPal is feeding you knowledge and information. Everything you think you understand is being processed by your BrainPal and fed back to you in a way you can grasp. It is also the thing that is offering you suggestions on how to respond to things. Mind the crowd.:: Curie weaved to avoid a clot of CDF soldiers in the middle of the walkway. brain-is entirely empty of knowledge and experience. In its place, a computer inside your head known as a BrainPal is feeding you knowledge and information. Everything you think you understand is being processed by your BrainPal and fed back to you in a way you can grasp. It is also the thing that is offering you suggestions on how to respond to things. Mind the crowd.:: Curie weaved to avoid a clot of CDF soldiers in the middle of the walkway.

Jared weaved with her. ::But I feel like I almost almost know so much,:: Jared said. ::Like I knew it once but now I don"t.:: know so much,:: Jared said. ::Like I knew it once but now I don"t.:: ::Before you are born, the BrainPal conditions your brain,:: Curie said. ::It helps set down neural pathways common in all humans, and prepares your brain for rapid learning and processing of information. That"s why it feel likes you know things already, because your brain has been prepared prepared to learn it. For the first month of your life, everything feels like to learn it. For the first month of your life, everything feels like deja vu deja vu. Then you learn it, it gets stored in your actual brain, and you stop using your BrainPal like a crutch. Because of the way we are, we can gather information and process it-and learn it-several times faster than Realborn.:: Jared stopped, partly to let his mind unpack everything Curie had just said to him, but partly because of something else. Curie, sensing he had stopped, stopped as well. ::What?:: she said.

::That"s the second time you"ve used that word. "Realborn." I can"t find out what that means.:: ::It"s not something they put in your BrainPal,:: Curie said. She began walking again and motioned at the other soldiers on the walkway. ::"Realborn" is them them. They"re people who are born as babies and have to develop over a very long period of time-years. One of them who is sixteen years old might not know as much as you do now, and you"ve been alive for about sixteen minutes. It"s really an inefficient way to do things, but it"s the way it"s done naturally and they think that means it"s a good thing.:: ::You don"t?:: Jared asked.

::I don"t think it"s good or bad, aside from being inefficient,:: Curie said. ::I"m just as alive as they are. "Realborn" is a misnomer-we"re really born too. Born, live, die. It"s the same.:: ::So we"re just like them,:: Jared said.

Curie glanced back. ::No,:: she said. ::Not just like them. We"re designed to be better physically and mentally. We move faster. We think faster. We even talk faster than they do. The first time you talk to a realborn it will seem like they"re moving at half speed. See, watch.:: Curie stopped, appeared to look confused, and then tapped the shoulder of a soldier who was walking by. just like them. We"re designed to be better physically and mentally. We move faster. We think faster. We even talk faster than they do. The first time you talk to a realborn it will seem like they"re moving at half speed. See, watch.:: Curie stopped, appeared to look confused, and then tapped the shoulder of a soldier who was walking by.

"Excuse me," she said, and she used her mouth to say it. "I was told there was a commissary on this level where I could get a really excellent hamburger, but I can"t seem to find it. Can you help me?" Curie was speaking in a voice that mirrored to a close degree the voice Jared heard in his head...but slower, slow enough that for the briefest of seconds Jared had a hard time understanding what she was saying.

"Sure," the soldier said. "The place you"re thinking of is a couple hundred yards from here. Just keep going the direction you"re going and you"ll hit it. It"s the first commissary you come to."

"Great, thanks," Curie said, and started walking again. ::See what I mean?:: she said to Jared. ::It"s like they"re r.e.t.a.r.ded or something.:: Jared nodded absently. His brain had unpacked the concept of "hamburger," which lead to an unpacking of "food," which caused him to realize something else entirely. ::I think I"m hungry,:: he said to Curie.

::Later,:: Curie said. ::You should eat with your training mates. It"s part of the bonding experience. You"ll be doing most things with your training mates.:: ::Where are your training mates?:: Jared asked.

::What a funny question,:: Curie said. ::I haven"t seen them for years. You rarely see your training mates once you"re out out of training. After that you"re a.s.signed to wherever they need you, and then you integrate with your squad and platoon. Right now I"m integrated with one of the Special Forces platoons that decants soldiers as they"re born.:: of training. After that you"re a.s.signed to wherever they need you, and then you integrate with your squad and platoon. Right now I"m integrated with one of the Special Forces platoons that decants soldiers as they"re born.:: Jared unpacked the concept of "integration" in his brain, but found he was having a problem understanding it. He tried working through it again but was interrupted by Curie, who kept talking. ::You"re going to be at a disadvantage to the rest of your training mates, I"m afraid,:: she said to him. ::They woke up integrated and are already used to each other. It might take them a couple of days to get used to you. You should have been decanted and integrated at the same time as they were.:: ::Why wasn"t I?:: Jared asked.

::Here we are,:: Curie said, and stopped at a door.

::What"s in here?:: Jared asked.

::Shuttle pilot ready room,:: Curie said. ::Time to get you a ride. Come on.:: She opened the door for him, then followed him inside.

Inside the room were three pilots, playing poker. "I"m looking for Lieutenant Cloud," Curie said.

"He"s the one who"s currently getting his a.s.s kicked," said one of the pilots, who tossed a chip into the pot. "Raise ten."

"Badly kicked," said one of the others, and threw in his own chip. "See your ten." kicked," said one of the others, and threw in his own chip. "See your ten."

"Your words of scorn would hurt so much more if we were actually playing for money," said the third, who by process of elimination would be Lieutenant Cloud. He dropped in three chips. "I see your ten, and raise you twenty."

"This is one of the drawbacks of having an all-expenses-paid tour of h.e.l.l," said the first pilot. "When everything"s paid for, they don"t have a reason to give you money. Call."

"If I knew I was going to be working for socialists, I never would have signed up," said the second. "Call."

"Well, then, in addition to being dumb, you"d also be dead, wouldn"t you?" Cloud said. "Talk about being alienated from your labor. You"d be alienated from everything everything. Also, you"d be out a couple hundred dollars on this hand." He spread out his cards. "Snake eyes and a trio of snowmen. Read "em and weep."

"Aw, c.r.a.p," said the first pilot.

"Thank G.o.d for Karl Marx," intoned the second.

"That"s the first time in history that that has been said at a poker table," said Cloud. "You should be proud." has been said at a poker table," said Cloud. "You should be proud."

"Oh, I am," said the other pilot. "But please don"t tell my momma. It would break her Texan heart."

"Your secret is safe with me," Cloud said.

"Lieutenant Cloud," Curie said. "Sometime this century would be good."

"My apologies, Lieutenant," Cloud said. "I just had to finish up some ritual humiliation. I"m sure you understand."

"Not really," Curie said, and nodded to Jared. "Here is the recruit you need to take to Camp Carson. You should already have the orders and clearance."

"Probably," Cloud said, and paused for a minute as he accessed his BrainPal. "Yeah, it"s here. It looks like my shuttle has been prepped and fueled too. Let me file a flight plan and we"ll be good to go." He looked at Jared. "Taking anything with you but you?"

Jared glanced over to Curie, who shook her head. "No," he said. "It"s just me." He was mildly startled to hear the sound of his own voice speaking for the first time, and how slowly the words formed. He became acutely aware of his tongue and its movement in his mouth; it made him vaguely queasy.

Cloud took in the exchange between Jared and Curie wordlessly and then motioned to a chair. "Okay, then. Have a seat, pal. I"ll be with you in a just a minute."

Jared sat and looked up at Curie. ::What do I do now?:: he asked.

::Lieutenant Cloud here will shuttle you down to Phoenix, to Camp Carson, where you"ll join your training mates,:: Curie said. ::They"re a couple days ahead in their training but the first few days are mostly just for integrating and stabilizing personalities. You probably haven"t missed any real training.:: ::Where will you be?:: Jared asked.

::I"ll be here,:: Curie said. ::Where did you think I would be?:: ::I don"t know,:: Jared said. ::I"m scared. I don"t know anyone but you.:: ::Be calm,:: Curie said, and Jared felt an emotional sense come from her to him. His BrainPal processed the wash of feeling and unpacked the concept of "empathy" for him. ::In a couple of hours you"ll be integrated with your training mates and you"ll be fine. It"ll make more sense then.:: ::Okay,:: Jared said, but felt doubtful.

::Good-bye, Jared Dirac,:: Curie said, and with a small smile turned and left. Jared felt her presence in his mind for a few moments longer until finally, as if Curie suddenly remembered she left the connection open, it shut off. Jared found himself revisiting their brief time together; his BrianPal unpacked the concept of "memory" for him. The concept of memory provoked an emotion; his BrainPal unpacked the concept of "intriguing."

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Cloud asked Jared, after they had begun their descent to Phoenix.

Jared considered the question, and the ambiguity of its structure that allowed for multiple interpretations. In one sense, Cloud had answered his question by asking it; he was clearly capable of asking Jared a question. Jared"s BrainPal suggested, and Jared agreed, this was not likely the correct interpretation of the question. Presumably Cloud knew he was procedurally capable of asking questions, and if he previously was not, he would be now. As Jared"s BrainPal unpacked and sorted additional intepretations, Jared found himself hoping that one day he"d be able to hit upon the correct interpretation of sentences without having to do endless unpacking. He"d been alive and aware just over an hour and already it was tiresome.

Jared considered his options and after a period of time that seemed long to him but seemed to be imperceptible to the pilot, ventured forth with the answer that seemed most appropriate in the context.

"Yes," Jared said.

"You"re Special Forces, right?" Cloud asked.

"Yes," Jared said.

"How old are you?" Cloud asked.

"Right now?" Jared asked.

"Sure," Cloud said.

Jared"s BrainPal informed him he had an internal chronometer; he accessed it. "Seventy-one," Jared said.

Cloud looked over. "Seventy-one years old? That makes you pretty old for Special Forces, from what they tell me."

"No. Not seventy-one years," Jared said. "Seventy-one minutes."

"No s.h.i.t," Cloud said.

This required another quick moment of interpretational choices. "No s.h.i.t," Jared said, finally.

"d.a.m.n, that"s just weird," Cloud said.

"Why?" Jared asked.

Cloud opened his mouth, closed it, and shot a look at Jared. "Well, not that you you would know this," Cloud said. "But for most of humanity it"d be a little odd to be having a conversation with someone who is only slightly more than an hour old. h.e.l.l, you weren"t even alive when I started that poker game back there. At your age most humans have barely got the hang of breathing and taking a dump." would know this," Cloud said. "But for most of humanity it"d be a little odd to be having a conversation with someone who is only slightly more than an hour old. h.e.l.l, you weren"t even alive when I started that poker game back there. At your age most humans have barely got the hang of breathing and taking a dump."

Jared consulted his BrainPal. "I"m doing one of those right now," he said.

This got an amused noise out of Cloud. "That"s the first time I"ve ever heard one of you guys tell a joke," he said.

Jared considered this. "It"s not a joke," he said. "I really am am doing one of those right now." doing one of those right now."

"I sincerely hope it"s the breathing," Cloud said.

"It is," Jared said.

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