"They can get there in the fourth generation. Gehenna's did. Page 330."
He flipped through and looked.
"I just want to talk about it," she said. "I just got to thinking about whether some of the problems in the sociology models, you know, aren't because you're trying to do ones that work. So I'm setting up a system with deliberate problems, to see how the problems work. I changed everything. You don't need to worry I'm telling you anything you don't want to know. I just got to thinking about Gehenna and closed systems, and so I made you a model. It's in the appendix. There's a sort of a worm in it. I won't tell you what, but I think you can see itor I'm not right about it." She bit her lip. "Page 330. One of those paragraphs is Ari's. About values and flux. You tell me a lot of things. I looked through Ari's notes for things that could help you. That's hers. So's the bit on the group sets. It's real stuff. It's stuff out of Archive. I thought you could use it. Fair trade."
It was terribly dangerous. It was terribly close to things that people weren't supposed to know about, that could bring panic down on the Gehennans; and worse.
But everybody in Reseune speculated on the Gehenna tapes, and people from inside Reseune didn't talk to people outside, and people outside wouldn't understand them anyway. She sat there with her hands clenched together and her stomach in a knot, with gnawing second thoughts, whether he would see too muchbeing as smart as he was. But he worked on microsystems. Ari's were macrosin the widest possible sense.
He said nothing for a long while.
"You know you're not supposed to be telling me this," he said in a whisper. Like they were being bugged; or the habit was there, like it was with her. "Dammit, Ari, you know it What are you trying to do to me?"
"How else am I going to learn?" she hissed back, whispering because he whispered. "Who else is there?"
He fingered the edges of the pages and stared at it. And looked up. "You've put in a lot of work on this."
She nodded. It was why she had blown the last assignment. But that was sniveling. She didn't say that. She just waited for what he would say.
And he did see too much. She saw it in his face. He was not trying to hide his upset. He only stared at her a long, long time.
"Are we being monitored?" he asked.
"My uncles," she said, "probably." Not saying that she could. "It might go into Archive. I imagine they take every chance to tape me they can get, since I threw them out of my bedroom a long time ago. Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter what they listen to. There's no way they'll tell me no, when it comes to what I need to learn. Or give you any trouble."
"For somebody who held off the Council in Novgorod," Justin said, "you can still be naive."
"They won't do it, I'm telling you."
"Why? Because you say so? You don't run Reseune, your uncles do. And will, for some years. Ari, my God, Ari"
He shoved his chair back and got up and walked out.
Which left her sitting there, with Grant on the other side of the cluttered little office, staring at her, not quite azi-like, but very cold and very wary, like something was her fault.
"Nothing's going to happen!" she said to Grant.
Grant got up and came and took the report from Justin's desk.
"That's his," she said, putting a hand on it.
"It's yours. You can take it back or I can put it in the safe. I don't think Justin wants to teach you any more today, young sera. I imagine he'll read it very carefully if you leave it here. But you've grounded him. I don't doubt you've grounded me as well. Security would never believe I wasn't involved."
"You mean about his father?" She looked up at Grant, caught in the position of disadvantage, with Grant looming over her chair. "It doesn't make any difference. Khalid's not going to hold on to that seat. Another six months and there won't be any problem. Defense is going to be sensible again and there won't be any problem."
Grant only stared at her a moment. Then: "Free Jordan, why don't you, young sera? Possibly because you can't? Please go. I'll put this up for him."
She sat there a moment more while Grant took the report and took it to the wall-safe and put it inside. Then Grant left.
Justleft her there.
So she left, and walked down the hall with a lump in her throat.
He was better, at home, with a drink in him. With the report in his laphe had gotten it from the safe, and when Grant said that it was dangerous to carry about, he had said: So let them arrest me. I'm used to it. What the hell?
So he sat sipping a well-watered Scotch and reading the paragraph on 330 over and over again. "God," he said, when he had gone through it the second time, sifting through the limitation of words for the precious content. It was valuablewas like a light going onin a small area, but there was nothing small or inconsequential where ideas had to link together. "She's talking about values here. The interlock of the ego-net and the value sets in azi psych and the styles of integrationwhy some are better than others. I needed thisback at the start. I had to work it out. Damn, Grant, how much else I've doneis already in Archives, just waiting there? That's a hell of a thought, isn't it?"
"It isn't true," Grant said. "If it was, Ari would have been doing the papers."
"I think I know why I interested her," he said. "At leastpart of it." He took another drink and thumbed through the report. "I wonder how much of this is our Ari's. Whether it's something Ari senior suggested to her to doand gave her the framework onor whether Ari justput this together. It's a graduation project. That's what it is. A thesis. And I can see how Ari must have looked at minewhen I was seventeen and naive as hell about design. But there's a lot more in this. The model work is first rate."
"She's got a major base in the House computers to help her," Grant said. "She can pull time on nets you couldn't even consult when you were her age"
"On facilities I didn't know existed when I was her age. Yes. And I hadn't had her world-experience, and a lot of other things I was youngerin a lot of waysthan she is right now. Damn, she's done a lot of work on this. And typically, she never said a thing about what she was working on. I think it is hers. This whole model is naive as hell, she's planted two major timebombs in the center-set, which is overkill if she's trying to get a failurebut she's likely going to run it with increasing degrees of clean-up. Maybe compare one drift against the other." Another drink and a slow shake of his head. "You know what this is, it's a bribe. It's a damn bribe. Two small windows into those Archived notes, and both of them completely unpublished material And I'm sitting here weighing what else could be therethat could make everything I'm doing obsolete before it's publishedor be the key to what I could dowhat I could have doneif Ari hadn't been murderedAnd I'm weighing it against losing years of contact with Jordan. Against the chance neither one of us might ever"
He lost his voice again. Took a drink and gazed at the wall.
"Because there's no choice," he concluded, when he had had several more swallows of whiskey and he was halfway numb again. "I don't even know why, or what part of this report is real, or how much of Gehenna is in here." He looked at Grant; and hated himself for the whole situation he was in, because it was Grant's chances of Planys that had been shot to hell, equally as well as his. Grant had sat at home waiting on all his other visitsbecause the whole weight of law and custom and the practical facts of Grant's azi vulnerabilities to manipulation and his abilities to remember and focus on instructionhad barred him from Planys thus far.