"Man, they"ll get worse for months. We haven"t reached the crisis."
"With Yankees in cellar, too. Oh, well. Back to other matter. From now on, when you talk to anyone, if he"s been to a lecture or whatever, you were there, too-and prove it, by recalling something."
"Noted. Why, Man?"
"Have you read "The Scarlet Pimpernel"? May be in public library."
"Yes. Shall I read it back?"
"No, no! You"re our Scarlet Pinipernel, our John Galt, our Swamp Fox, our man of mystery. You go everywhere, know everything, slip in and out of town without pa.s.sport. You"re always there, yet n.o.body catches sight of you."
His lights rippled, he gave a subdued chuckle. "That"s fun, Man. Funny once, funny twice, maybe funny always."
"Funny always. How long ago did you stop gymkhana at Warden"s?"
"Forty-three minutes ago except erratic booms."
"Bet his teeth ache! Give him fifteen minutes more. Then I"ll report job completed."
"Noted. Wyoh sent you a message, Man. She said to remind you of Billy"s birthday party."
"Oh, my word! Stop everything, I"m leaving. "Bye!" I hurried out. Billy"s mother is Anna. Probably her last-and right well she"s done by us, eight kids, three still home. I try to be as careful as Mum never to show favoritism. . . but Billy is quite a boy and I taught him to read. Possible he looks like me.
Stopped at Chief Engineer"s office to leave bill and demanded to see him. Was let in and he was in belligerent mood; Warden had been riding him. "Hold it," I told him. "My son"s birthday and shan"t be late. But must show you something."
Took an envelope from kit, dumped item on desk: corpse of house fly which I had charred with a hot wire and fetched. We do not tolerate flies in Davis Tunnels but sometimes one wanders in from city as locks are opened. This wound up in my workshop just when I needed it. "See that? Guess where I found it."
On that faked evidence I built a lecture on care of fine machines, talked about doors opened, complained about man on watch. "Dust can ruin a computer. Insects are unpardonable! Yet your watchstanders wander in and out as if tube station. Today both doors held open-while this idiot yammered. If I find more evidence that cover plates have been removed by hoof-handed choom who attracts flies-well, it"s your plant, Chief. Got more than I can handle, been doing your ch.o.r.es because I like fine machines. Can"t stand to see them abused! Good-bye."
"Hold on. I want to tell you something."
"Sorry, got to go. Take it or leave it, I"m no vermin exterminator; I"m a computerman."
Nothing frustrates a man so much as not letting him get in his say. With luck and help from Warden, Chief Engineer would have ulcers by Christmas.
Was late anyhow and made humble apology to Billy. Alvarez had thought up new wrinkle, close search on leaving Complex. I endured it with never a nasty word for Dragoons who searched me; wanted to get home. But those thousand jokes bothered them. "What"s this?" one demanded.
"Computer paper," I said. "Test runs."
His mate joined him. Don"t think they could read. They wanted to confiscate, so I demanded they call Chief Engineer. They let me go. I felt not displeased; more and more such and guards were daily more hated.
Decision to make Mike more a person arose from need to have any Party member phone him on occasion; my advice about concerts and plays was simply a side effect. Mike"s voice over phone had odd quality I had not noticed during time I had visited him only at Complex. When you speak to a man by phone there is background noise. And you hear him breathe, hear heartbeats, body motions even though rarely conscious of these. Besides that, even if he speaks under a hush hood, noises get through, enough to "fill s.p.a.ce," make him a body with surroundings.
With Mike was none of this.
By then Mike"s voice was "human" in timbre and quality, recognizable. He was baritone, had North American accent with Aussie overtones; as "Mich.e.l.le" he (she?) had a light soprano with French flavor. Mike"s personality grew also. When first I introduced him to Wyoh and Prof he sounded like a pedantic child; in short weeks he flowered until I visualized a man about own age.
His voice when he first woke was blurred and harsh, hardly understandable. Now it was clear and choice of words and phrasing was consistent-colloquial to me, scholarly to Prof, gallant to Wyoh, variation one expects of mature adults.
But background was dead. Thick silence.
So we filled it. Mike needed only hints. He did not make his breathing noisy, ordinarily you would not notice. But he would stick in touches. "Sorry, Mannie, you caught me bathing when the phone sounded"-and let one hear hurried breathing. Or "I was eating-had to swallow." He used such even on me, once he undertook to "be a human body."
We all put "Adam Selene" together, talking it over at Raffles. How old was he? What did he look like? Married? Where did he live? What work? What interests?
We decided that Adam was about forty, healthy, vigorous, well educated, interested in all arts and sciences and very well grounded in history, a match chess player but- little time to play. He was married in commonest type, a troika in which he was senior husband-four children. Wife and junior husband not in politics, so far as we knew.
He was ruggedly handsome with wavy iron-gray hair and was mixed race, second generation one side, third on other. Was wealthy by Loonie standards, with interests in Novylen and Kongville as well as L-City. He kept offices in Luna City, outer office with a dozen people plus private office staffed by male deputy and female secretary.
Wyoh wanted to know was he bundling with secretary? I told her to switch off, was private. Wyoh said indignantly that she was not being snoopy-weren"t we trying to create a rounded character?
We decided that offices were in Old Dome, third ramp, southside, heart of financial district. If you know L-City. you recall that in Old Dome some offices have windows since they can look out over floor of Dome; I wanted this for sound effects.
We drew a floor plan and had that office existed, it would have been between Aetna Luna and Greenberg & Co. I used pouch recorder to pick up sounds at spot; Mike added to it by listening at phones there.
Thereafter when you called Adam Selene, background was not dead. If "Ursula," his secretary, took call, it was: "Selene a.s.sociates. Luna shall be free!" Then she might say, "Will you hold? Gospodin Selene is on another call" whereupon you might hear sound of W.C., followed by running water and know that she had told little white lie. Or Adam might answer: "Adam Selene here. Free Luna. One second while I shut off the video." Or deputy might answer: "This is Albert Ginwallah, Adam Selene"s confidential a.s.sistant. Free Luna. If it"s a Party matter-as I a.s.sume it is; that was your Party name you gave-please don"t hesitate; I handle such things for the Chairman."
Last was a trap, as every comrade was instructed to speak only to Adam Selene. No attempt was made to discipline one who took bait; instead his cell captain was warned that his comrade must not be trusted with anything vital.
We got echoes. "Free Luna!" or "Luna shall be free!" took hold among youngsters, then among solid citizens. First time I heard it in a business call I almost swallowed teeth. Then called Mike and asked if this person was Party member? Was not. So I recommended that Mike trace down Party tree and see if somebody could recruit him.
Most interesting echo was in File Zebra. "Adam Selene" appeared in boss fink"s security file less than a lunar after we created him, with notation that this was a cover name for a leader in a new underground.
Alvarez"s spies did a job on Adam Selene. Over course of months his File Zebra dossier built up: Male, 34-45, offices south face of Old Dome, usually there 0900-1800 Gr. except Sat.u.r.day but calls are relayed at other hours, home inside urban pressure as travel time never exceeds seventeen minutes. Children in household. Activities include stock brokerage, farming interests. Attends theater, concerts, etc. Probably member Luna City Chess Club and Luna a.s.soc, d"Echecs. Plays ricochet and other heavy sports lunch hour, probably Luna City Athletic Club. Gourmet but watches weight. Remarkable memory plus mathematical ability. Executive type, able to reach decisions quickly.
One fink was convinced that he had talked to Adam between acts at revival of Hamlet by Civic Players; Alvarez noted description-and matched our picture all but wavy hair!
But thing that drove Alvarez crackers was that phone numbers for Adam were reported and every time they turned out wrong numbers. (Not nulls; we had run out and Mike was using any number not in use and switching numbers anytime new subscribers were a.s.signed ones we had been using.) Alvarez tried to trace "Selene a.s.sociates" using a one-wrong-digit a.s.sumption-this we learned because Mike was keeping an ear on Alvarez"s office phone and heard order. Mike used knowledge to play a Mikish prank: Subordinate who made one-changed-digit calls invariably reached Warden"s private residence. So Alvarez was called in and chewed by Warden.
Couldn"t scold Mike but did warn him it would alert any smart person to fact that somebody was playing tricks with computer. Mike answered that they were not that smart.
Main result of Alvarez"s efforts was that each time he got a number for Adam we located a spy-a new spy, as those we had spotted earlier were never given phone numbers; instead they were recruited into a tail-chasing organization where they could inform on each other. But with Alvarez"s help we spotted each new spy almost at once. I think Alvarez became unhappy over spies he was able to hire; two disappeared and our organization, then over six thousand, was never able to find them. Eliminated, I suppose, or died under questioning.
Selene a.s.sociates was not only phony company we set up. LuNoHoCo was much larger, just as phony, and not at all dummy; it had main offices in Hong Kong, branches in Novy Leningrad and Luna City, eventually employed hundreds of people most of whom were not Party members, and was our most difficult operation.
Mike"s master plan listed a weary number of problems which had to be solved. One was finance. Another was how to protect catapult from s.p.a.ce attack.
Prof considered robbing banks to solve first, gave it up reluctantly. But eventually we did rob banks, firms, and Authority itself. Mike thought of it. Mike and Prof worked it out. At first was not clear to Mike why we needed money. He knew as little about pressure that keeps humans scratching as he knew about s.e.x; Mike handled millions of dollars and could not see any problem. He started by offering to issue an Authority cheque for whatever dollars we wanted.
Prof shied in horror. He then explained to Mike hazard in trying to cash a cheque for, let us say, AS$l0,000,000 drawn on Authority.
So they undertook to do it, but retail, in many names and places all over Luna. Every bank, firm, shop, agency including Authority, for which Mike did accounting, was tapped for Party funds. Was a pyramided swindle based on fact, unknown to me but known to Prof and latent in Mike"s immense knowledge, that most money is simply bookkeeping.
Example-multiply by hundreds of many types: My family son Sergei, eighteen and a Party member, is asked to start account at Commonwealth Shared Risk. He makes deposits and withdrawals. Small errors are made each time; he is credited with more than he deposits, is debited with less than he withdraws. A few months later he takes job out of town and transfers account to Tycho-Under Mutual; transferred funds are three times already-inflated amount. Most of this he soon draws out in cash and pa.s.ses to his cell leader. Mike knows amount Sergei should hand over, but (since they do not know that Adam Selene and bank"s computer-bookeeper are one and same) they have each been instructed to report transaction to Adam-keep them honest though scheme was not.
Multiply this theft of about HK$3,000 by hundreds somewhat like it.
I can"t describe jiggery-pokery Mike used to balance his books while keeping thousands of thefts from showing. But bear in mind that an auditor must a.s.sume that machines are honest. He will make test runs to check that machines are working correctly-but will not occur to him that tests prove nothing because machine itself is dishonest. Mike"s thefts were never large enough to disturb economy; like half-liter of blood, amount was too small to hurt donor. I can"t make up mind who lost, money was swapped around so many ways. But scheme troubled me; I was brought up to be honest, except with Authority. Prof claimed that what was taking place was a mild inflation offset by fact that we plowed money back in-but I should remember that Mike had records and all could be restored after Revolution, with ease since we would no longer be bled in much larger amounts by Authority.
I told conscience to go to sleep. Was pipsqueak compared to swindles by every government throughout history in financing every war-and is not revolution a war?
This money, after pa.s.sing through many hands (augmented by Mike each time), wound up as senior financing of LuNoHo Company. Was a mixed company, mutual and stock; "gentleman-adventurer" guarantors who backed stock put up that stolen money in own names. Won"t discuss bookkeeping this firm used. Since Mike ran everything, was not corrupted by any tinge of honesty.
Nevertheless its shares were traded in Hong Kong Luna Exchange and listed in Zurich, London, and New York. Wall Street Journal called it "an attractive high-risk-high-gain investment with novel growth potential."
LuNoHoCo was an engineering and exploitation firm, engaged in many ventures, mostly legitimate. But prime purpbse was to build a second catapult, secretly.
Operation could not be secret. You can"t buy or build a hydrogen-fusion power plant for such and not have it noticed. (Sunpower was rejected for obvious reasons.) Parts were ordered from Pittsburgh, standard UnivCalif equipment, and we happily paid their royalties to get top quality. Can"t build a stator for a kilometers-long induction field without having it noticed, either. But most important you cannot do major construction hiring many people and not have it show. Sure, catapults are mostly vacuum; stator rings aren"t even close together at ejection end. But Authority"s 3-g catapult was almost one hundred kilometers long. It was not only an astrogation landmark, on every Luna-jump chart, but was so big it could be photographed or seen by eye from Terra with not-large telescope. It showed up beautifully on a radar screen.
We were building a shorter catapult, a 10-g job, but even that was thirty kilometers long, too big to hide.
So we hid it by Purloined Letter method.
I used to question Mike"s endless reading of fiction, wondering what notions he was getting. But turned out he got a better feeling for human life from stories than he had been able to garner from facts; fiction gave him a gestalt of life, one taken for granted by a human; he lives it. Besides this "humanizing" effect, Mike"s subst.i.tute for experience, he got ideas from "not-true data" as he called fiction. How to hide a catapult he got from Edgar Allan Poe.
We hid it in literal sense, too; this catapult had to be underground, so that it would not show to eye or radar. But had to be hidden in more subtle sense; selenographic location had to be secret.
How can this be, with a monster that big, worked on by so many people? Put it this way: Suppose you live in Novylen; know where Luna City is? Why, on east edge of Mare Crisium; everybody knows that. So? What lat.i.tude and longitude? Huh? Look it up in a reference book! So? If you don"t know where any better than that, how did you find it last week? No huhu, cobber; I took tube, changed at Torricelli, slept rest of way; finding it was capsule"s worry.
See? You don"t know where Luna City is! You simply get out when capsule pulls in at Tube Station South.
That"s how we hid catapult.
Is in Mare Undarum area, "everybody knows that." But where it is and where we said it was differ by amount greater or less than one hundred kilometers in direction north, south, east, or west, or some combination.
Today you can look up its location in reference books-and find same wrong answer. Location of that catapult is still most closely guarded secret in Luna.
Can"t be seen from s.p.a.ce, by eye or radar. Is underground save for ejection and that is a big black shapeless hole like ten thousand others and high up an uninviting mountain with no place for a jump rocket to put down.
Nevertheless many people were there, during and after construction. Even Warden visited and my co-husband Greg showed him around. Warden went by mail rocket, commandeered for day, and his Cyborg was given coordinates and a radar beacon to home on-a spot in fact not far from site. But from there, it was necessary to travel by rolligon and our lorries were not like pa.s.senger buses from Endsville to Beluthihatchie in old days; they were cargo carriers, no ports for sightseeing and a ride so rough that human cargo had to be strapped down. Warden wanted to ride up in cab but-sorry, Gospodin!--just s.p.a.ce for wrangler and his helper and took both to keep her steady.
Three hours later he did not care about anything but getting home. He stayed one hour and was not interested in talk about purpose of all this drilling and value of resources uncovered.
Less important people, workmen and others, traveled by interconnecting ice-exploration bores, still easier way to get lost. If anybody carried an inertial pathfinder in his luggage, he could have located site-but security was tight. One did so and had accident with p-suit; his effects were returned to L-City and his pathfinder read what it should-i.e., what we wanted it to read, for I made hurried trip out with number-three arm along. You can reseal one without a trace if you do it in nitrogen atmosphere-I wore an oxygen mask at slight overpressure. No huhu.
We entertained vips from Earth, some high in Authority. They traveled easier underground route; I suppose Warden had warned them. But even on that route is one thirty-kilometer stretch by rolligon. We had one visitor from Earth who looked like trouble, a Dr. Dorian, physicist and engineer. Lorry tipped over-silly driver tried shortcut-they were not in line-of-sight for anything and their beacon was smashed. Poor Dr. Dorian spent seventy-two hours in an unsealed pumice igloo and had to be returned to L-City ill from hypoxia and overdose of radiation despite efforts on his behalf by two Party members driving him.
Might have been safe to let him see; he might not have spotted doubletalk and would not have spotted error in location. Few people look at stars when p-suited even when Sun doesn"t make it futile; still fewer can read stars-and n.o.body can locate himself on surface without help unless he has instruments, knows how to use them and has tables and something to give a time tick. Put at crudest level, minimum would be octant, tables, and good watch. Our visitors were even encouraged to go out on surface but if one had carried an octant or modern equivalent, might have had accident.
We did not make accidents for spies. We let them stay, worked them hard, and Mike read their reports. One reported that he was certain that we had found uranium ore, something unknown in Luna at that time. Project Centerbore being many years later. Next spy came out with kit of radiation counters. We made it easy for him to sneak them through bore.
By March "76 catapult was almost ready, lacking only installation of stator segments. Power plant was in and a co-ax had been strung underground with a line-of-sight link for that thirty kilometers. Crew was down to skeleton size, mostly Party members. But we kept one spy so that Alvarez could have regular reports-didn"t want him to worry; it tended to make him suspicious. Instead we worried him in warrens.
10
Were changes in those eleven months. Wyoh was baptized into Greg"s church, Prof"s health became so shaky that he dropped teaching, Mike took up writing poetry. Yankees finished in cellar. Wouldn"t have minded paying Prof if they had been nosed out, but from pennant to cellar in one season-I quit watching them on video.
Prof"s illness was phony. He was in perfect shape for age, exercising in hotel room three hours each day, and sleeping in three hundred kilograms of lead pajamas. And so was I, and so was Wyoh, who hated it. I don"t think she ever cheated and spent night in comfort though can"t say for sure; I was not dossing with her. She had become a fixture in Davis family. Took her one day to go from "Gospazha Davis" to "Gospazha Mum," one more to reach "Mum" and now it might be "Mimi Mum" with arm around Mum"s waist. When Zebra File showed she couldn"t go back to Hong Kong, Sidris had taken Wyoh into her beauty shop after hours and done a job which left skin same dark shade but would not scrub off. Sidris also did a hairdo on Wyoh that left it black and looking as if unsuccessfully unkinked. Plus minor touches-opaque nail enamel, plastic inserts for cheeks and nostrils and of course she wore her dark-eyed contact lenses. When Sidris got through, Wyoh could have gone bundling without fretting about her disguise; was a perfect "colored" with ancestry to match-Tamil, a touch of Angola, German. I called her "Wyma" rather than "Wyoh."
She was gorgeous. When she undulated down a corridor, boys followed in swarms.
She started to learn farming from Greg but Mum put stop to that. While she was big and smart and willing, our farm is mostly a male operation-and Greg and Hans were not only male members of our family distracted; she cost more farming man-hours than her industry equaled. So Wyoh went back to housework, then Sidris took her into beauty shop as helper.
Prof played ponies with two accounts, betting one by Mike"s "leading apprentice" system, other by his own "scientific" system. By July "75 he admitted that he knew nothing about horses and went solely to Mike"s system, increasing bets and spreading them among many bookies. His winnings paid Party"s expenses while Mike built swindle that financed catapult. But Prof lost interest in a sure thing and merely placed bets as Mike designated. He stopped reading pony journals-sad, something dies when an old horseplayer quits.
Ludmilla had a girl which they say is lucky in a first and which delighted me-every family needs a girl baby. Wyoh surprised our women by being expert in midwifery-and surprised them again that she knew nothing about baby care. Our two oldest sons found marriages at last and Teddy, thirteen, was opted out. Greg hired two lads from neighbor farms and, after six months of working and eating with us, both were opted in-not rushing things, we had known them and their families for years. It restored balance we had lacked since Ludmilla"s opting and put stop to snide remarks from mothers of bachelors who had not found marriages---not that Mum wasn"t capable of snubbing anyone she did not consider up to Davis standards.
Wyoh recruited Sidris; Sidris started own cell by recruiting her other a.s.sistant and Bon Ton Beaute Shoppe became hotbed of subversion. We started using our smallest kids for deliveries and other jobs a child can do-they can stake out or trail a person through corridors better than an adult, and are not suspected. Sidris grabbed this notion and expanded it through women recruited in beauty parlor.
Soon she had so many kids on tap that we could keep all of Alvarez"s spies under surveillance. With Mike able to listen at any phone and a child spotting it whenever a spy left home or place of work or wherever-with enough kids on call so that one could phone while another held down a new stakeout-we could keep a spy under tight observation and keep him from seeing anything we didn"t want him to see. Shortly we were getting reports spies phoned in without waiting for Zebra File; it did a sod no good to phone from a taproom instead of home; with Baker Street Irregulars on job Mike was listening before he finished punching number.
These kids located Alvarez"s deputy spy boss in L-City. We knew he had one because these finks did not report to Alvarez by phone, nor did it seem possible that Alvarez could have recruited them as none of them worked in Complex and Alvarez came inside Luna City only when an Earthside vip was so important as to rate a bodyguard commanded by Alvarez in person.
His deputy turned out to be two people-an old lag who ran a candy, news, and bookie counter in Old Dome and his son who was on civil service in Complex. Son carried reports in, so Mike had not been able to hear them.
We let them alone. But from then on we had fink field reports half a day sooner than Alvarez. This advantage-all due to kids as young as five or six-saved lives of seven comrades. All glory to Baker Street Irregulars!
Don"t remember who named them but think it was Mike-I was merely a Sherlock Homes fan whereas he really did think he was Sherlock Holmes"s brother Mycroft . . . nor would I swear he was not; "reality" is a slippery notion. Kids did not call themselves that; they had their own play gangs with own names. Nor were they burdened with secrets which could endanger them; Sidris left it to mothers to explain why they were being asked to do these jobs save that they were never to be told real reason. Kids will do anything mysterious and fun; look how many of their games are based on outsmarting.
Bon Ton salon was a clearinghouse of gossip-women get news faster than Daily Lunatic. I encouraged Wyoh to report to Mike each night, not try to thin gossip down to what seemed significant because was no telling what might be significant once Mike got through a.s.sociating it with a million other facts.
Beauty parlor was also place to start rumors. Party had grown slowly at first, then rapidly as powers-of-three began to be felt and also because Peace Dragoons were nastier than older bodyguard. As numbers increased we shifted to high speed on agitprop, black-propaganda rumors, open subversion, provocateur activities, and sabotage. Finn Nielsen handled agitprop when it was simpler as well as dangerous job of continuing to front for and put cover-up activity into older, spyridden underground. But now a large chunk of agitprop and related work was given to Sidris.
Much involved distributing handbills and such. No subversive literature was ever in her shop, nor our home, nor that hotel room; distribution was done by kids, too young to read.
Sidris was also working a full day bending hair and such. About time she began to have too much to do I happened one evening to make walk-about on Causeway with Sidris on my arm when I caught sight of a familiar face and figure-skinny little girl, all angles, carrot-red hair. She was possibly twelve, at stage when a fem shoots up just before blossoming out into rounded softness. I knew her but could not say why or when or where.
I said, "Psst, doll baby. Eyeball young fem ahead. Orange hair, no cushions."
Sidris looked her over. "Darling, I knew you were eccentric. But she"s still a boy."
"Damp it. Who?"
"Bog knows. Shall I sprag her?"
Suddenly I remembered like video coming on. And wished Wyoh were with me-but Wyoh and I were never together in public. This skinny redhead had been at meeting where Shorty was killed. She sat on floor against wall down front and listened with wide-eyed seriousness and applauded fiercely. Then I had seen her at end in free trajectory-curled into ball in air and had hit a yellow jacket in knees, he whose jaw I broke a moment later.
Wyoh and I were alive and free because this kid moved fast in a crisis. "No, don"t speak to her," I told Sidris. "But I want to keep her in sight. Wish we had one of your Irregulars here. d.a.m.n."
"Drop off and phone Wyoh, you"ll have one in five minutes," my wife said.