G.o.d, get to it!
"You know your predecessor was murdered. And that it was somebody in Reseune."
"Who?"
"A man named Jordan Warrick."
She blinked and felt the sting of exhaustion in her eyes. There was only one Warrick at Reseune she she had ever met. "Who"s Jordan Warrick?" had ever met. "Who"s Jordan Warrick?"
"A Special. The absolute authority in educational design. Justin Warrick"s father."
She rubbed her eyes and slid up a little in her seat, looking at Giraud.
"I didn"t want you to find that out in front of the cameras. I certainly don"t want you to find it out from Council next week. Jordan and Ari had personal and professional difficulties; and political ones. He accused Ari of tampering with his work and taking credit from him-as he saw it. They quarreled- Do you want to hear this in detail?"
She nodded.
"Most likely, and he claims this was the case, it wasn"t premeditated. They fought-a physical fight-and she hit her head-at which point he panicked and tried to cover up what had happened. It happened in the cold lab down in Wing One bas.e.m.e.nt. The section is very old, the cryogenics conduits are completely uncovered; he created a break, blew the line, shut the door-it still still swings, it has to do with the way the building settled, and the door is unfixable; but we"ve disabled the lock. In short, Ari froze to death in a release of liquid nitrogen from a pipe rupture. It was relatively painless; she was unconscious from the blow. Jordan Warrick-being a Special-had a Council hearing. It was an absolutely unprecedented case-Specials don"t commit murder. And his mind-whatever his faults-is protected by law. He did agree to accept a transfer out of Reseune. He lives at Planys. Justin does visit him now and again." swings, it has to do with the way the building settled, and the door is unfixable; but we"ve disabled the lock. In short, Ari froze to death in a release of liquid nitrogen from a pipe rupture. It was relatively painless; she was unconscious from the blow. Jordan Warrick-being a Special-had a Council hearing. It was an absolutely unprecedented case-Specials don"t commit murder. And his mind-whatever his faults-is protected by law. He did agree to accept a transfer out of Reseune. He lives at Planys. Justin does visit him now and again."
"Did he know about it?"
"Justin didn"t have any idea what was going to happen. He was only seventeen. He"d attempted-using resources of his father"s-to smuggle Grant out of Reseune and into Novgorod-Jordan wanted to get the directorate at RESEUNEs.p.a.cE, and Grant"s status as an X-number meant it might have been hard to get him to go with them. But it went wrong, the contacts Justin used-friends of his father-happened to have ties to the Abolitionists, who attempted a very misguided intervention with Grant. I"ve always entertained a private suspicion that Grant figured in the argument Jordan had with Ari. Grant had to be rescued; he was in hospital that night, in very precarious shape-and Justin was visiting him about the time the murder happened, so there"s no question about Justin"s whereabouts. He had no idea his father was going to see Ari. He certainly had no notion what his father would do."
She felt a little sick at her stomach. "He"s my friend." friend."
"He was seventeen when all this happened. Just two years older than you are. None of it was his fault. He lives at Reseune-his father lives at Planys under a kind of perpetual arrest. You understand, I think, why we"ve been very anxious about your contacts with him. But he"s never initiated them; he"s been very careful to follow the rules that let him live at Reseune. He was able to finish his education; he"s made a home at Reseune, he causes no one any trouble, and it didn"t seem fair to punish him for something which absolutely was none of his doing, or to send him where he wouldn"t have the facilities to pursue his work. He"s very bright. He"s a very troubled man, a very confused one, sometimes, but I hope he"ll work out his own answers. Most of all we"ve worried about the chance he would do something or say something to hurt you-but he never has. Has he?"
"No." Remember the source, Remember the source, Ari senior would say, Ari senior would say, had had said, advising her how to deal with deceptions. said, advising her how to deal with deceptions. Remember the source. Remember the source. "Why didn"t he go to Fargone? Valery did. Valery was only four years old and he never hurt anybody." "Why didn"t he go to Fargone? Valery did. Valery was only four years old and he never hurt anybody."
"Frankly we wanted Justin where we could see him," Giraud said, going right past the matter of Valery. Of course. "And we didn"t want him in prolonged contact with any ship crew or within reach of outside communications. His father"s friends-are Rocher and that crowd, the Abolitionists-who are one of the reasons we have that escort flying off our wings."
"I understand." She needed to think about it for a while. She had no desire to talk about it with uncle Giraud, not right now.
"We knew it would upset you," Giraud said, trying for a reaction out of her.
She looked at him and let the situation flow right through her, bland as could be, the night, the planes outside, the news about Justin, Giraud"s evading the Valery question. So they could get blown up. So the whole world was crazy. But she had figured it was dangerous when she made up her mind she was going to mention the Gehenna things-when she had warned uncle Denys and uncle Giraud what she was going to do, and they had been nervous about it. But one thing about Giraud-once things went inertial he had a cool head and he came across with the right things at the right time: if she had to pick somebody to be with her in Novgorod she figured Giraud was one of the best. And what he was saying had to be true: it was too easy to check out.
She sighed. "It does upset me," she said, "but I"m glad I know. I need to think about it, uncle Giraud."
He looked at her a moment, then fished in his pocket, and pulled out a little packet, reached and laid it on her side of the table.
"What"s that?"
Giraud shrugged. "No shopping this trip," he said. "But I did remember this little thing in a certain shop. I had Security pick it up. They hadn"t sold it."
She was bewildered. She picked it up, unwrapped the paper and opened the box. There was a pin with topazes of every shade, set in gold. "Oh," she said. "Oh!"
"So much jewelry came with Ari"s estate," Giraud said, and got up to go back to his own seat at the back. "I thought you should have something that was only yours."
"Thank you, uncle Giraud." She was entirely off her balance. you, uncle Giraud." She was entirely off her balance.
And more so when she looked up at him. The way the light came down on him from the overhead in that second made his skin look papery and old; he walked by and put his hand on her arm and his hand showed deep creases. Old. Of course he was.
Something that was only yours. That rattled around in her head and found such a central place to light that she turned the thought over as often as she did the pin, turning all the facets to the light-whether Giraud had just Worked her or whether it was just that her uncle had this thing about young girls or maybe-maybe a single soft spot that had started back when she was little had just grown along with her, until he finally really had thoughts like that. After all the rotten things he had done. That rattled around in her head and found such a central place to light that she turned the thought over as often as she did the pin, turning all the facets to the light-whether Giraud had just Worked her or whether it was just that her uncle had this thing about young girls or maybe-maybe a single soft spot that had started back when she was little had just grown along with her, until he finally really had thoughts like that. After all the rotten things he had done.
He had Got her good, that was sure.
One thing that was truly hers. So very few things were.
"What is it, sera?" Florian asked, and: "It"s pretty," he said.
"Nice," Catlin said, coming to take the seat beside her, and reached out a hand to touch it.
Of course they were hers. Ari and Ari blurred together and came separate and blurred together again, with very little discomfort nowadays. Ari senior had collected real trouble in her lifetime, but that was all right, she didn"t like Ari"s Enemies either. They had murdered Ari and now she had Security with her everywhere and planes flying beside just to be sure she got home, to Ari"s bed and Ari"s comforts and Ari"s Reseune, in all- She didn"t mind being Ari, she decided. It was not a bad thing to be. It was a little strange. It was a little lonely a lot of the time, but that was all right, there were enough people to keep it from being too too lonely. There was a lot to keep up with, but it was never boring. She would not be Maddy or "Stasi, or even Amy-Amy, closest, maybe, but she had rather be Ari, all the same, and travel to Novgorod and have Catlin and Florian with her-not forgetting that: Amy had no company. Just her maman and her maman"s staff, who were no fun. lonely. There was a lot to keep up with, but it was never boring. She would not be Maddy or "Stasi, or even Amy-Amy, closest, maybe, but she had rather be Ari, all the same, and travel to Novgorod and have Catlin and Florian with her-not forgetting that: Amy had no company. Just her maman and her maman"s staff, who were no fun.
Being Jane would have been all right. She thought about Ollie, suddenly, hurt because he never wrote; but Ollie wouldn"t, Ollie was so correct when he had to be.
He might not even be alive anymore. People could die at Fargone and it took so long to find it out.
She put the pin back in the box. "Put that in my carry, will you?" she said to Florian. "I don"t want anything to happen to it." When there was a chance she would wear it where Giraud could see it. He would like that.
"Are you tired, sera?" Catlin asked. "Do you want us to put out the lights?"
"No. I"m fine." But she felt after the lap robe, and tucked it up around her, listening to the drone of the engines.
She could write to Fargone. But it was not wise right now. Anything she did would make her Enemies nervous and maybe put other people in danger, like hanging a sign out over them saying: This is a friend of mine.
Her friends didn"t have Security to protect them, if they came outside Reseune and Reseune"s other holdings. She had to think about things like that now.
From now on.
v Ari, this is Ari senior.
You"ve gained your majority. You are 15 chronological years. This program deals with you as 17. Your accesses have widened.
You may now access all working notes to the year of my death and all history up to 2362, which is the year I resigned as Reseune Administrator to take up the Council Seat for Science.
When I was 17, in 2300, Union declared itself a nation and the Company Wars began.
When I was 35, in 2318,1 sat as Proxy Councillor for Science during the illness of Lila Goldstein, of Cyteen Station, who subsequently died.
When I was 37, in 2320, 1 yielded the seat to Jurgen Fielding, of Cyteen. The Special Status bill pa.s.sed and I was one of 5 persons accorded that privilege.
When I was 48, in 2331, I became Director of Wing One at Reseune, on the death of Amelie Stra.s.sen; I went on rejuv in that year.
When I was 62, in 2345, I became Administrator of Reseune, on the death of my uncle Geoffrey Carnath. The Company Fleet in those years had succeeded in interdicting Union warships from all stations Earthward of Mariner, and attempted to blockade merchanters from dealing with Cyteen and Fargone and to destroy any merchanter registered to Cyteen. Heavy losses of ships and the need for workers and trained military personnel had brought Reseune into the war effort: from the years 2340 to 2354, Reseune increased in size over 400%.
Actions which I took during those years: franchising of production centers; automation of many processes; building of mills to relieve dependency on scarce transport; expansion of agriculture; establishment of Moreyville as a shipping center; establishment of RESEUNEAIR as a commercial carrier for the Volga area; establishment of Reseune"s legal rights over franchised production centers; establishment of Reseune as legal guardian of all azi, no matter where produced; establishment of Reseune as sole producer of all tape above skill-level.
I consider the latter measures, which make it possible for Reseune to guide and oversee all azi throughout Union, to be among the most important things I have ever done-for the obvious reasons of the power it conveys, for moral reasons of the azi"s welfare, and for two reasons less apparent. . . 1. that it gives us the leverage to terminate the production of azi at some future date, to prevent the establishment of a permanent inst.i.tution of servitude in Union or elsewhere; 2. See file under keyword: Sociogenesis.
When I was 69, in 2352, Union launched its last major offensive of the war; and came to me with the outline of the Gehenna project. See file under keyword: Gehenna, keyword: private file. When I was 71, in 2354, the Company Wars ended with the Treaty of Pell. When I was 72, in 2355, the Gehenna Colony was dispatched, as a contingency measure. My advice to the contrary was overruled by Adm. Azov, Councillor of Defense.
When I was 77, in 2360, I challenged Jurgen Fielding for the Science seat. When I was 79, in 2362, final vote tabulations gave me the seat, which I hold at the time I am writing these notes.
It"s one thing, young Ari, to study older people as a fact in psychology; its quite another thing to be aware of the psychology of old age in yourself-because you do get old inside, even if rejuv holds your physical age more or less constant. The difference rejuv has made in human psychology is a very profound difference: consider . . . without rejuv, the body begins to change by age 50 and specific deteriorations begin and grow acute enough within the next 20 to 30 years to cause disability. That is the natural aging process, which would lead to natural death between the ages of 60 and 110 at the outside, varying according to genetics and environment.
In individuals without rejuv, the 20-to-30-year period of decline in functions, followed by a period of diminished function and degenerative disease, works a considerable psychological change. In eras when no rejuv was possible, or in places such as Gehenna, where no rejuv is available, there are sociological accommodations to having a large portion of the population undergoing this slow diminution of physical and in a few cases mental capacity. There may be inst.i.tutions and customs which provide support to this segment of the population, although, historically, such provisions were not always optimum or satisfactory to the individual faced with the psychological certainty that the process had begun. With rejuv, we contemplate natural death at, considering mere percentages, a little greater lifespan, ranging in my time between 100 and 140 ... bearing in mind that rejuv is still a tolerably new phenomenon, and the figure may increase. But rejuv was a discovery on Cyteen, was available for the first time during my mother"s generation, and the sociological adjustments were still extremely rapid during my early years: keyword: Aging, keyword: Olga Emory: keyword: thesis.
At the time I write these notes, the major change has not been so much length of life, although that has had profound effect on family structures and law, due to the fact most people now live near their parents for a century or more, and frequently enter into financial partnership in their estates, so that inheritance, as you have done with my estate, is quite rare: estates usually progress rather than leap from one individual to the other nowadays.
The major change has been the combination of advanced experience with good health and vitality. The period of decline is usually brief, often under 2 years, and frequently there is no apparent decline. Death has become much more of a sudden event; and one enters one"s 140"s with the expectation one will will die, but faces it, not in the depressive effects of degenerative illness, but as an approaching time limit, a fearful catastrophe, or, quite commonly, with the I"m-immune att.i.tude which used to characterize much younger individuals. die, but faces it, not in the depressive effects of degenerative illness, but as an approaching time limit, a fearful catastrophe, or, quite commonly, with the I"m-immune att.i.tude which used to characterize much younger individuals.
I digress with a purpose. I cannot predict for your time and your age what old age may be. I do know this, that the sense of limitations sets in early at Reseune, because of the very nature of our work, which is so slow, and involves human lifespans. By my 70"s, I saw an experiment launched which I knew I might not see the end of. And you may not. But that knowledge is something foreign to you, at your age.
Remember this, when you read beyond 2345.
Changes happen. Therefore I have made access to certain keyword areas of my diary slower to access beyond the year 2362, based on a series of examinations this program will administer. I have fears for your psychological health if you attempt to deceive this program in this regard: expert as you may become at a.n.a.lyzing tests and guessing which answers are key to obtaining more information, I ask you to trust my mature judgment in this, remembering that I write this with the perspective of a woman who knows you in ways no one else does-even if you know how to trick the program, answer it with absolute honesty. If an emergency arises and you must must get that information, your skill should enable you to lie to the test and get what you need; but bear in mind two things: first, as I once told you, this program is capable of protecting Reseune from abuse, and certain att.i.tudes, even if they are pretended, may cause it to take defensive actions; of course this means if you are a scoundrel, you can perhaps lie in the other direction, but your psych profile does not presently indicate you are one, or you would not be getting this information right now. Second, I will withhold no part of my working notes, and there will be nothing in those hidden portions that you will need for anything but personal reasons. get that information, your skill should enable you to lie to the test and get what you need; but bear in mind two things: first, as I once told you, this program is capable of protecting Reseune from abuse, and certain att.i.tudes, even if they are pretended, may cause it to take defensive actions; of course this means if you are a scoundrel, you can perhaps lie in the other direction, but your psych profile does not presently indicate you are one, or you would not be getting this information right now. Second, I will withhold no part of my working notes, and there will be nothing in those hidden portions that you will need for anything but personal reasons.
Last of all I remind you of this: I am safely dead and incapable of shock. The program will draw a firm line between your fantasies and your real actions as observed through House records. Treat the program with absolute honesty. You will occasionally see a new question surface, as your actions within the House or your chronological age activates a new aspect of the test. Never lie, even if you suspect the truth may cause the program to react. It is designed to detect lies, deceptions, evasions, and various other contingencies, but then, I knew I would be dealing with a very clever individual-with my impulses, if I am correct.
I will tell you that I have caused deaths and hurt others in my life. I will tell you something terrible: I have a certain s.a.d.i.s.tic bent I try to control. Self-a.n.a.lysis is a trap and I have had to do more of it to write this program than I have liked to do. I will tell you that my s.e.xual encounters with CITs have been unsatisfactory from my adolescence onward; that they have inevitably ended in professional antagonism and ended a few valuable friendships; that the events of my childhood, lurid as some of them were, contributed more to my sense of independence and my sense of responsibility toward others. That my uncle was cruel to me and my household taught me compa.s.sion.
But that my compa.s.sion made me vulnerable to others, all CITs, whose egos did not take well to my independence and my intellect, caused me great pain; in plain language, I fell in love about as often as any normal human being. I gave everything I had to give. And I got back resentment. Genuine hatred. I tried, G.o.d knows, not to trample on egos. But my mere existence challenges people, and I challenged everyone past their endurance. Nothing I could do was right. Everything I did fractured their pride. My azi could deal with me, as yours can with you. But I felt an essential isolation from my own kind, a sense that there was an area of humanity I would never adequately reach or understand-on a personal level, no matter my brilliance or my abilities. That is a painful understanding to reach-at nineteen.
That pain created anger; and that anger of mine helped me survive and create. It drove me into that other aspect of myself, my studies of human thought and emotion-challenging all my ability, in short, which in turn fed back into the other situation and exacerbated it with lovers yet to come. I think that that cycle of s.e.xual energy and anger are interlocked in me to such an extent that I cannot control it except by abstinence, and as you are no doubt aware, abstinence is not an easy course for me.
I hesitate even to warn you, because that frustration had an important, even a beneficial effect on my work. I reached a point in my 70"s when I had surpa.s.sed every mind around me. Jane Stra.s.sen, Yanni Schwartz, Denys and Giraud Nye, and of course Florian and Catlin, were among the friends who still challenged me. But I pa.s.sed even them. I went more and more inward, and found myself more and more solitary in the personal sense. Then I confess to you that I was extremely happy in my professional work, and I was able to confine my s.e.xual energies to a mere physical release, on a very frequent basis, which, with the satisfactions of my work and the company of a few reliable friends, kept me busy. In some ways I was very lonely, but in the main I was happy. It was a very productive period for me.
But now, above a century, I know that I am launched on projects none none of which I will finish, that I am doing things that may save humankind or d.a.m.n it, and I will never know the outcome. of which I will finish, that I am doing things that may save humankind or d.a.m.n it, and I will never know the outcome.
Most of all that anger drives me now, impatience with the oncoming wall, impatience with time and the limits of those around me; there is no chance to stop and breathe, or rest. I can no longer travel freely, no longer fly, the dream I had of seeing s.p.a.ce is something I have no right to indulge in, because security is so difficult and finishing this work is so important. s.e.x used to relieve the tensions; now it interlocks with them, because the anger is linked with it and with everything I do.
The most terrible thing-I have hurt Florian. I have never done that in my life. Worse than that-I enjoyed it. Can a child understand how much that hurt? Worst of all-Florian understands me; and forgives me. Whatever you do, young Ari, use use the anger, don"t let it use the anger, don"t let it use you. you.
Because the anger will come, the pain will come, because you are not like everyone else, no more than I could be.
You are not not my life"s work. I hope that does not touch you in your vanity, and that you will understand why I reactivated my psychogenesis study and devoted so much of my time to creating you. My life"s work is not psychogenesis, but sociogenesis, and no one but you has ever heard that word in any serious context. I have shifted the entire course of humanity by the things I have done. Your own unique perspective as a psychogenetic replicate can tell you something of the damage that might be done to Union if people became my life"s work. I hope that does not touch you in your vanity, and that you will understand why I reactivated my psychogenesis study and devoted so much of my time to creating you. My life"s work is not psychogenesis, but sociogenesis, and no one but you has ever heard that word in any serious context. I have shifted the entire course of humanity by the things I have done. Your own unique perspective as a psychogenetic replicate can tell you something of the damage that might be done to Union if people became aware aware of what I have done. It of what I have done. It had had to be done, by everything that I saw. to be done, by everything that I saw.
But I worked increasingly alone, without checks, and without consultation with anyone, because there was was no one who understood what I understand. no one who understood what I understand.
I can tell you in capsule form, young Ari, as as I have told the press and told the Council repeatedly: but few seem to understand the basics of what I am saying, because it runs counter to short-term goals and perceptions of well-being. I have not been able to model simply enough the complex of equations that we deal with; and I fear demagogues. Most of all I fear short-term thinkers. I have told the press and told the Council repeatedly: but few seem to understand the basics of what I am saying, because it runs counter to short-term goals and perceptions of well-being. I have not been able to model simply enough the complex of equations that we deal with; and I fear demagogues. Most of all I fear short-term thinkers.
The human diaspora, the human scattering, is the problem, but Centrism is not the answer. The rate of growth that sustains the technological capacity that makes civilization possible is now exceeding the rate of cultural adaptation, and distance is exceeding our communications. The end will become more and more like the beginning, scattered tribes of humans across an endless plain, in pointless conflict-or isolate stagnation-unless we can condense experience, encapsulate it, replicate it deliberately in CIT deep-sets-unless psychogenesis can work on a ma.s.sive scale, unless it can become sociogenesis and and exceed itself as I hope you will exceed me. Human technology as an adaptive response of our species has pa.s.sed beyond manipulation of the environment; beyond the manipulation of our material selves; beyond the manipulation of mind and thought; now, having brought us out of the cradle it must modify our responses to the universe at large. Human experience is generating dataflow at a rate greater than individuals can comprehend or handle; and the rate is still increasing. We must begin compression: we must compress experience in the same way human history compresses itself into briefer and briefer instruction-and events on which all history depended rate only a line in pa.s.sing mention. exceed itself as I hope you will exceed me. Human technology as an adaptive response of our species has pa.s.sed beyond manipulation of the environment; beyond the manipulation of our material selves; beyond the manipulation of mind and thought; now, having brought us out of the cradle it must modify our responses to the universe at large. Human experience is generating dataflow at a rate greater than individuals can comprehend or handle; and the rate is still increasing. We must begin compression: we must compress experience in the same way human history compresses itself into briefer and briefer instruction-and events on which all history depended rate only a line in pa.s.sing mention.
Ultimately only the wisdom is important, not the event which produced it. But one must know accurately what those things are.
One must pa.s.s the right things on. Experience is a brutal and an imprecise teacher at best.
And the time at which all humanity will be within reach, accessible to us-is so very brief.
You will see more than I could, young Ari. You may well be the only mind of your day able to grapple with the problem: I hope that events have handed you my power undiminished; but no matter, if I have fitted you to hold on to it I have also fitted you to acquire it. Most of all, govern your own self. If you survive to reach the power I have had, you will walk a narrow boundary between megalomania and divinity. Or you will let that anger reach humankind; or you will abdicate in cowardice.
If I have failed with you, I have failed in everything, and I may have created nothing worse than presently exists; or I may have doomed at least half of humanity to wars or to stifling tyranny.
If I have succeeded, there is still work to be done, to keep the hand on the helm. Situations change.
If I had done nothing at all, I foresaw a war that the human species might not survive: too much of it resides only on two planets and depends on too few production centers. We are too young in s.p.a.ce; our support systems are still too fragile, and our value systems still contain elements of the stone ax and the spear.
That conviction is the only moral a.s.surance I will ever have.
Study the Company Wars. Study the history of Earth. Learn what we are capable of.
Study Gehenna. This program has ascertained re-contact has been made. People have survived there. Its generations are shorter than ours. Gehenna is the alarm system.
Your Security clearance is now active in the Science Bureau with rank of: Department head, Reseune Administrative Territory.
Further explanation is filed in Reseune Security: access via Security 10, keyword: clearance.
vi "No, ser," Ari said, hands folded on the table. The microphones picked up her voice and carried it, making it huge, a caricature of a young girl"s voice. She sat by herself at a table facing the Nine. Uncle Giraud sat in the Science seat; there were Nasir Harad, and Nguyen Tien; Ludmilla deFranco; Jenner Harogo; Mikhail Corain; Mahmud Chavez; and Vladislaw Khalid-whose looks toward her were absolute hostility. Corain had asked the question.
"No, ser, I won"t give you a transcript. I"ve said why. It wouldn"t be all of it. And that"s worse than nothing. I"m telling telling you the important things. Adm. Azov sent the colony even when Ari told him not; she didn"t want it because it was top dangerous. And he went ahead. you the important things. Adm. Azov sent the colony even when Ari told him not; she didn"t want it because it was top dangerous. And he went ahead.
"This is the important thing-let me say this-" she said, when Corain interrupted her. "Please."
"I doubt you would forget," Corain said dryly.
Harad"s gavel came down. "Go on, young sera."
"This is important," Ari said. "This is the most important part. Adm. Azov came to my predecessor wanting a colony planted on that world because it was an Earthlike planet and it was right next to Pell. Defense wanted to make sure if Alliance got there in fifty years or a hundred they were going to find a planet full of Union people, or an ecological disaster that could contaminate the planet with human-compatible diseases ..."
It disturbed the Council. Heads leaned together and the gavel banged down again.
"Let the girl finish."
"That was in the notes. They wanted Reseune to build those too. They wanted Ari to design tape so the azi they sent would always be Union, no matter what, and they would cause trouble and work from inside Alliance once Alliance picked them up off the world. Ari tried to tell them they were crazy. But they wouldn"t listen.
"So Ari listened to everything they wanted, and she ordered some immunological stuff, I don"t know what, but my uncle is going to talk about those. What they essentially did was use viruses to transfer material, and that was all done pretty much like we use for genetic treatment-and they picked some things they hoped would just help the colonists" immune systems; but there was another contractor Ari didn"t trust and she didn"t know what they might dump onto Gehenna that Reseune didn"t know about."
"Do you know the name of that contractor?" Corain asked.
"It was Fletcher Labs. It was May of 2352. That"s all she knew."
That made the Councillors nervous. An aide came up and talked to Khalid. Several others took the chance.