"Do you understand connectives?" McKie asked, staring into Bildoon"s faceted eyes.
Bildoon shrugged. "I see the way your thoughts wander," he said.
"Well?"
"Perhaps we PanSpechi share this power," Bildoon said, "but if so, the sharing is entirely unconscious. I will say no more. You come close to invasion of creche privacy."
McKie nodded. Creche privacy was the ultimate defensive citadel of PanSpechi existence. They would kill to defend it. No logic or reason could prevent the automatic reaction once it was ignited. Bildoon had displayed great friendship in issuing his warning.
"We"re desperate," McKie said.
"I agree," Bildoon said, overtones of profound dignity in his voice. "You may proceed as you"ve indicated."
"Thanks," McKie said.
"It"s on your head, McKie," Bildoon added.
"Provided I can keep my head," McKie said. He opened the outer door onto a clamor of newspeople. They were being held back by a harried line of enforcers, and it occurred to McKie, grasping this scene in its first impact, that all those involved in this turmoil were vulnerable from this direction.
Delusions demand reflex reactions (as though they had autonomic roots) where doubts and questioning not only aren"t required, but are actively resisted.
-BuSab Manual
Crowds were already forming on the morning-lighted palisades above the Beachball when McKie arrived:
News travels fast, he thought.
Extra squads of enforcers, called in antic.i.p.ation of this mob scene, held back sentients trying to get to the cliff"s edge, barred access to the lava shelf. Aircraft of many kinds were being blocked by a screen of BuSab fliers.
McKie, standing near the Beachball, looked up at the hectic activity. The morning wind carried a fine mist of sea spray against his cheek. He had taken a jumpdoor to Furuneo"s headquarters, left instructions there, and used a Bureau flier for the short trip to the lava shelf.
The Beachball"s port remained open, he noted. Mixed squads of enforcers milled about in a confused pattern around the Ball, alert to every quarter of their surroundings. Picked enforcers watched through the port where other enforcers shared this uneasy guardianship.
It was quite early in Cordiality"s day here, but real-time relationships confused such arbitrary time systems, McKie thought. It was night at Central"s headquarters, evening at the Taprisiot council building where Bildoon must still be arguing . . . and only Immutable s.p.a.ce knew what time it was wherever Abnethe had her base of operations.
Later than any of them think, no doubt, McKie told himself.
He shouldered his way through the enforcers, got a boost up through the port, and surveyed the familiar purple gloom inside the Beachball. It was noticeably warmer in here out of the wind and spray, but not as warm as McKie remembered the place.
"Has the Caleban been talking?" McKie asked a Laclac, one of the enforcers guarding the interior.
"I don"t call it talking, but the answer is not recently."
"f.a.n.n.y Mae," McKie said.
Silence.
"You still there, f.a.n.n.y Mae?" McKie asked.
"McKie? You invoke presence, McKie?"
McKie felt he had registered the words on his eyeb.a.l.l.s and relayed them to his hearing centers. They definitely were weaker than he remembered.
"How many floggings has she undergone in the past day?" McKie asked the Laclac.
"Local day?" the Laclac asked.
"What difference does it make?"
"I presumed you were asking for accurate data." The Laclac sounded offended.
"I"m trying to find out if she"s been under attack recently," McKie said. "She sounds weaker than when I was here before." He stared toward the giant spoon where the Caleban maintained her unpresence.
"Attacks have been intermittent and sporadic but not very successful," the Laclac said. "We"ve collected more whips and Palenki arms, although I understand they"re not being successfully transmitted to the lab."
"McKie invokes presence of Caleban self called f.a.n.n.y Mae?" the Caleban asked.
"I greet you, f.a.n.n.y Mae," McKie said.
"You possess new connective entanglements, McKie," the Caleban said, "but the pattern of you retains recognition. I greet you, McKie."
"Does your contract with Abnethe still lead us all toward ultimate discontinuity?" McKie asked.
"Intensity of nearness," the Caleban said. "My employer wishes speech with you."
"Abnethe? She wants to talk to me?"
"Correct."
"She could"ve called me anytime," McKie said.
"Abnethe conveys request through self of me," the Caleban said. "She asks relay among antic.i.p.ated connective. This connective you perceive under label of "now." You hang this, McKie?"
"I hang it," McKie growled. "So let her talk."
"Abnethe requires you send companions from presence."
"Alone?" McKie demanded. "What makes her think I"d do such a thing?" It was getting hotter in the Beachball. He wiped perspiration from his upper lip.
"Abnethe speaks of sentient motive called curiosity."
"I"ve my own conditions for such a conference," McKie said. "Tell her I won"t agree unless I"m a.s.sured she"ll make no attack on you or on me during our talk."
"I give such a.s.surance."
"You give it?"