“Suppressors?”
“Uh-huh. I just found out this afternoon,” Bonnie said. “That’s what they need the computer time for: to select the chemical suppressor that does the best job of degrading cortical activity—permanently.”
“But that would destroy a person’s intelligence,” Lou said.
“I know,” Bonnie answered. “And I think they’re planning to use Big George as a guinea pig.”
Lou felt a hot bomb go off in his guts. “No, they wouldn’t… if this is true, then…”
“Then we’ve been tricked into working for a group of people who’re planning to overthrow the government and turn half the world’s people into mindless zombies,” Bonnie said.
There was a long, long silence, broken only by the night sounds of insects from the trees and brush, and the distant sound of the surf. Finally, Kori’s voice floated ruefully through the darkness:
“Well, at least I don’t feel drunk anymore.”
14
It took Lou nearly a week to convince himself that Bonnie was right.
He used Ramo as his source of information and his teacher. He didn’t know very much about the work the biochemists were doing. So he followed their progress by. checking Ramo’s programs and memory bank every evening,’ after his own work was finished. Within his vast memory Ramo stored most of the world’s knowledge of biochemistry. So the computer became Lou’s teacher, and explained patiently and with machinelike thoroughness exactly what Marcus’ biochemists were trying to do.
By the end of the week Lou knew enough.
He sat on the warm beach sand, Bonnie on one side of him and Kori on the other. About two dozen people, most of them men and women from the technical staff, were on the beach or swimming in the gentle surf that rolled in from the reef. Far off on the horizon, huge towering cumulus clouds paraded like happy children across the sky.
The three of them sat a little bit away from all the rest of the bathers. Bonnie was still wet from a brief swim. Her skin was glistening with droplets of water, and prickled from chill. Or was it fear, in this warm afternoon? In the back of his mind, Lou noted with appreciation that there was plenty of her skin to be seen with the brief swimsuit she was wearing.
But he kept his face serious and his voice-low enough so that it could just be heard by the two of them over the shouting and laughter of the others on the beach.
“You were entirely right, Bonnie,” Lou said. “The biochemists are working on suppressors. They’ve already produced test samples of a drug and they’ve injected it into mice. Ramo showed me the test results. Six mice starved to death in mazes because they couldn’t find their way to the food at the end of the maze. Before they had been injected, the same mice had made it through the same mazes in less than a minute.”
“Oh my God,” Kori said. Bonnie shivered.
Lou went on grimly. “And today they asked Ramo for the complete cortical layout on Big George. There’s no doubt about it… they’re going to try the drug on him.”
“And then on a human being,” Bonnie said.
Lou glanced up at her face. Then he nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. That would be the next step.”
“What do we do?” Kori wondered aloud.
Lou shrugged. “There are only two things I can think of. First, we can stop the work we’re doing… just refuse to do any more. That would slow them down on their genetic engineering and their nuclear bombs—”
“But it wouldn’t stop this suppressor business at all,” Bonnie pointed out.
“And they already have enough bombs to destroy Messina, if they want to,” Kori said.
Lou nodded and traced a square in the sand with his finger. “Okay… then the only other thing we can do is wipe out Ramo.”
“Blow up the computer?” Kori asked.
“No… I can just erase all his programs and memory banks. Take a little time and some tinkering, but I could do it.”
“It would take more than a little time,” Bonnie said. “Ramo’s banks…”
“I know a few tricks I haven’t shown you,” Lou said grinning. “I could wipe Ramo clean in a night.”
“Really? That would stop everything they’re doing,” Kori said.
“They’d still have the bombs,” Lou countered.
Shrugging, Kori said, “Yes, but without the biological weapons they’re trying to get, the bombs by themselves wouldn’t be enough for them.”
Bonnie shook her head. “You’re forgetting something else that they’d still have.”
“What?”
“Us… or really you, Lou. If Ramo is wiped clean, don’t you think Marcus is smart enough to figure out who did it?”
“Okay,” Lou said evenly. “So he’ll know I did it. What good does that do him? Ramo will still be blanked out. Marcus will be stopped dead.”
“And so will you be,” Bonnie said. “He’ll kill you.”
“That wouldn’t do him any good.”
“It wouldn’t do you any good, either,” said Kori.
“Don’t you see?” Bonnie said. “Killing you doesn’t help him, I admit. But the threat of killing you will stop you from erasing Ramo.”
Lou nodded. “It does take a lot of the fun out of the idea.”
Kori said, “Wait… we’ve left something out of the equation. We’re all assuming that we must stay on this island--”
“You know a way off?” Lou asked.
“Weil, there are boats every few days—”
“Can you sail one? Can the three of us take over one of the boats? Can you navigate? Do any of us even know where on Earth this island is?”
Dismal silence.
Then Kori brightened again. “If we can’t get off the island, maybe we can signal someone to bring government troops here to rescue us!”
In spite of himself, Lou laughed out loud. “Okay, great idea. How are you going to signal? And who do you signal?”
Frowning in puzzlement, Kori mumbled, “Well… there’s a radio station down by the harbor.”
“Yeah, and three armed guards at the door all the time. And even if we could get in and operate the radio, and make contact with somebody, we’d be dead before any government people got to this island.”
Kori clasped his hands behind his head and stretched out on the sand. “Louis, my friend, I am a physicist, I have come up with a great basic idea. I admit that there are a few details, to be ironed out. That’s the work of engineers, not physicists.” He closed his eyes and pretended to go to sleep.
Without a word, Bonnie picked up a fistful of sand and dumped it on Kori’s face. He sputtered and sat up. They all laughed together.
Bonnie stood up. “Come on, let’s take a dip before dinner. We’re not going to solve the problem right now.”
Lou got up beside her, “Maybe not. But we’d better solve it pretty fast. We don’t have much time left.”
Lou couldn’t sleep that night. He lay in his narrow bed, peering into the darkness, listening to the night sounds outside. The room’s only window was open to the sea breeze. A million thoughts kept crowding in on him. No matter how he turned or punched the pillow or forced his eyes shut or tried to relax, he still found himself lying in the rumpled bed, sticky with perspiration, his eyes open and jaw clenched achingly tight with tension.
Finally he admitted defeat, got up and dressed. He walked out into the darkness, down the road toward the laboratory buildings. And the computer.
He turned around the corner of the first lab building and went toward the fence of Big George’s compound. Down the way he could see a guard sitting by the gate, drowsing. The moon was riding in and out of scudding silvery clouds, but inside the compound the shadows cast by the trees made everything dark. Straining his eyes, Lou thought he saw the bulky shape of the gorilla sleeping on a man-made pallet of wood, straw, and palm fronds. Then he heard a snuffle and the big dark shape moved sluggishly.