Pav tried to keep his mouth from simply falling open. Only on Keanu would a woman who had been brought back from the dead be expressing sympathies to a girl who had lost her mother—or was it because she had been brought back to life only to lose it a second time?
“Does he know my mother? Can he talk to her?”
The Architect made a gesture with all four arms, as if embracing all of them. It was so fast and large that it caused the dog to bark.
The Architect bent down to look at the dog, which only increased the barking. “Dammit, control that animal!” Zhao said, amusing Pav, who had no control over Cowboy.
But he did kneel and try to soothe the dog, a move that put him squarely in the shadow of the giant Architect. No wonder the dog was tense.
“What happened to my mother?” Rachel said. She was almost frantic. “What happened to her?”
“‘She died.’”
“I know that! I saw her body! But how?”
“‘Conflict with the Race of Guards,’” Yvonne said.
“The Sentries?” Rachel said. “Yes, my father said she had been killed by a Sentry—”
“Just like Pogo Downey,” Yvonne said. “The first time.”
Rachel was practically jumping up and down.
“‘Your father is alive. He is a prisoner of the Sentries.’”
That news hit them hard. “How could that happen?” Zhao said. “Have the Sentries invaded the human habitat?”
“‘Your parent left the habitat,’” Yvonne said. “‘He is fighting the same war we are.’”
“What war?” Pav said. He couldn’t just stand to one side trying to keep the dog quiet.
“‘The war we are losing.’”
Zhao was growing impatient, and for once Pav agreed with the Chinese agent. “Who are we supposed to be fighting, and why?”
“‘I or we have contained the Reivers,’ whoever they are, though the emotion associated with the word is incredible fear and loathing,” Yvonne said. “‘You let them loose inside us,’ he says.” She added, “I’m not sure I know what he’s talking about.”
Zhao replied, “I don’t see how humans could have released or unleashed these Reivers, no matter who or what they are. We’ve only been present a couple of days. We were barely surviving—”
“And until the dog fell down the hole, we were trapped in that habitat,” Rachel said.
Yvonne was shaking her head. “Our friend is quite certain of this. ‘Your people,’ meaning you and me, ‘gave them access.’”
“Fine, we screwed up, though I still don’t see how, or what difference it makes,” Pav said. “I want to get back to the others.”
“‘You can’t,’” Yvonne said, “‘the return route is already infected. The Reivers must be contained, and their access to—’” She frowned. “I’m getting the image of a big white blob of some kind, something called a ‘vesicle.’ Ah, ‘their access to the vesicle has to be prevented.’”
It took a moment for Zhao to convince Yvonne that what the Architect meant was the same type of vehicle that had brought the Houston and Bangalore groups to Keanu. “Why would these Reivers want or need a vesicle?”
“To get off this ship?” Rachel said.
“‘To invade and infect,’” Yvonne said. “And the image was Earth. These Reivers want to take over Keanu, then use a vesicle to invade and infect Earth.”
“We still don’t know what these things are!” Pav said. He was getting a headache, almost certainly from hunger…and from being chased and pushed and terrified for the entire past day, or four days.
Zhao was more deliberate. To Yvonne he said, “When the Architect says ‘Reivers,’ what do you see?”
“Really? Bugs, at first. Nasty black-colored bugs, only edged…like Legos. But they…build up, assemble, aggregate into…” She closed her eyes for a moment. “Oh, shit, that explains it. The Reivers aren’t bugs, just tiny, machine-based life. And they serve as building blocks for all kinds of other, more complex and capable creatures. We’ve already run into one. That Long Legs anteater thing was a Reiver assembly.”
“Where do they come from?” Zhao said. “Did they grow here?”
“‘No,’” Yvonne said, still using that distant tone that suggested she was directly channeling the Architect. “‘They were…not scooped up. They invaded. They…can live almost anywhere, high pressure, vacuum. They attached themselves to another race, were hidden in them.’”
“All right then,” Zhao said. “We seem to have some idea of the problem. What can we possibly do to help? This is the control center, correct? You wanted us here?”
“‘Having you here was logical before the infection and invasion. System is already corrupted, failing. There is only one race that might provide assistance…their name is Skyphoi.’”
“Who are they? Yvonne, you were in the museum, too—”
“Yes, we saw them: the big gasbag jellyfish things—”
“And where are they?”
“‘The next habitat.’”
“Let’s go, then,” Zhao said. “Is the transport system still safe?”
“‘No system is uncorrupted,’” Yvonne said, “but I’m getting the clear impression we’re using the railcar.”
“We?” Pav said.
Before Yvonne could answer, the giant Architect began to move.
“Yes, we’re all going, and right now.”
“While we’re doing that,” Rachel said, “if you don’t mind, can you tell everyone back in the habitat that we’re alive and what we’re doing?”
GABRIEL
“I just don’t know what to do with her,” Harley Drake said, his voice tired, his eyes red with fatigue.
What passed for a Houston-Bangalore Council had gathered on the ground floor of the Temple. Harley Drake, Shane Weldon, Vikram Nayar, and Gabriel Jones were there with Sasha Blaine and the accused, Camilla.
To Gabriel, Harley, the crippled former astronaut and new mayor of HB, seemed worn and distracted, brightening only when turning to Sasha Blaine, who was sitting with Camilla, offering comfort while asking the girl a few gentle questions.
Neither activity was producing results. The only thing Camilla seemed capable of doing was reciting a few lines of doggerel in Portuguese.
Gabriel and Bynum excluded, all three adult males had taken turns trying to interrogate Camilla…. Had she “hurt” Chitran? Had she let the bugs into the habitat? If yes to either, why?
It had not gone well. Camilla seemed feverish, certainly skittish, understandably so. And, while Gabriel had been an inattentive and largely absent father, even his limited experience with his daughter, Yvonne, had educated him to the impossibility of getting a girl to do anything she didn’t want to do.
Also present, the Revenant Brent Bynum, largely silent, though Gabriel had watched him clutching himself, his head moving ever so slightly from side to side, as if engaged in an important internal conversation.
Which was likely.
Matters were complicated by a “war room” mood, too. Drake had dispatched Xavier Toutant and several other HBs to find out what the hell was going on elsewhere in the habitat. (It looked to Gabriel as though there were several fires.) They had not yet returned, adding to the general frustration.
The moment Harley Drake gave voice to his exasperation, Brent Bynum stood up. “You’re wasting your time with the girl,” he said. “I can tell you everything she knows.”
“Except what she did and why!” Drake snapped.
“I can tell you that these Reivers are the greatest threat we face,” Bynum said, persisting. “Not just to humans here in the habitat, but to the Architects and, frankly, everything we know in the universe.”
“Jesus Christ, Brent,” Harley Drake said. “I can see where they’d be pests. Maybe even a danger to our…fragile situation here. But a threat to the entire universe? I have a hard time with that.”
“That’s because you’re not allowing yourself to think on the proper scale, Drake. You’ve only interfaced with their most basic, but still lethal mode…They have several other modes, each one bigger, more capable, much nastier…right up to an aggregate the size of this planetoid. The universe is a strange place, or do you need further evidence? Look,” Bynum said, “think of the Reivers as intergalactic locusts, consuming all energy, useful matter and information in their path. They leave nothing behind. They can be any size, almost any form.”