"Listen, just because Alicia believes in you doesn't mean I do."
"This is intolerable, Little One! I will not submit to insults from a machine!"
"She's just trying to pay you back for being so pushy, Tisiphone. If I believe in you, she does. She has to, don't you?" "As long as there's any supporting evidence," the AI admitted unwillingly, "and I suppose there is. All right, I believe in her."
"Much thanks, Machine."
"Hey, don't get snotty with me, Lady! You may be able to push Alicia around, and you may've beaten hell out of my security systems, but I'm awake now, and I can take you any time you want to try it on."
"Forget it, both of you!" Alicia snapped as tension gathered again. She squeezed her temples. Jesus! What a pair of prima donnas!
The mental presences separated once more, and she relaxed gratefully.
"Thank you. Now, um, Computer — I'm sorry, I really will try to come up with a name, but for now I can't — Tisiphone and I have a bargain. May I assume you know what it is?"
""Computer" will do for now, Alicia. I can wait for an appropriate name to occur to you. And, yes, I know about your "bargain.""
"Then you also know I have every intention of keeping it?"
"Yes. I just don't like the way she bullies you around," the AI replied with the strong impression of a sniff.
"I? I "bully" Alicia?! She would be dead without me, Machine. I did not see you there when she lay bleeding in the snow! How dare you —"
"It's just a turn of phrase, Tisiphone, but you can be a bit pushy." Alicia felt quite virtuous at her understatement, and the Fury subsided.
"Look, you guys, please don't fight. It gives me a hell of a headache, and it doesn't seem to be accomplishing very much. Could you two at least declare a truce until we have time to sort this all out?"
"If she will, I will."
"I do not declare "truces" with machines. If you will refrain from discourtesy, however, I shall do the same."
Alicia sighed in relief and rushed on before anyone took fresh offense.
"Great! In that case, I suggest we consider how we get out of here. I take it you had an idea, Tisiphone?"
"I had intended, working through you and this machine, to take the ship out of this star system and seek some deserted area where we might familiarize ourselves with its capabilities. Now, of course, I see that I cannot do so, since the machine will not allow me access."
"You got that right, Lady, and a damned good thing, too. You don't know diddly about my weapon systems, and I wouldn't be too crazy about letting a refugee from the Bronze Age monkey with my Fasset drive, either. I, on the other hand, can scoot right out of here. Where'd you have in mind?"
"Any place will do for that much of our purpose. Yet eventually we must begin our own investigations, and the data I have amassed suggests that one of the Rogue Worlds in this sector would be a logical beginning point."
"You have any preferences, Alicia?"
"Anywhere Fleet won't come looking for us is fine with me."
"Hmph! Let them come—there's not a tub in the ship list that can catch me. Let's see now... ." The AI's voice trailed off, and Alicia felt it consulting its memory banks.
"Okay, I've got just the spot. A nice little M2/K1 binary with no habitable planets within twenty light-years. That suit everybody?"
"Myself, certainly. I care not whither we go, so long as we go."
"I'll second that. But we've got to get out of here first."
"True. Shall I break orbit?"
"All of your systems are on-line?"
"Yep. I was due to impress later this morning. Your friend may be a pushy bi—person, but she timed this pretty well." "Then I guess we should get going," Alicia said hastily, hoping to cut Tisiphone off before she reacted to the AI's deliberate self-correction. She bit her lip against a groan. Nothing she'd ever read had suggested alpha synth AIs were this feisty, but she supposed she should have guessed that anything with her personality had the potential for it. And, she was certain, the AI's hostility towards Tisiphone stemmed directly from its protectiveness towards her.
"Under way," the AI murmured, and the ship's sensors were suddenly reporting directly to Alicia's mind. She felt Tisiphone "hitchhiking" to watch with her, but scarcely noticed as the splendor of that magnificent "view" swept over her.
The ships electronic senses reached out, perceiving gravity and radiation and the endless sweep of space, and converted the input into sensory data she could grasp. She could "see" cosmic radiation and "taste" radio. The ship's senses were hers, keener and sharper than those of any shuttle she had ever ridden, and Tisiphone's own wonder lapped at her, as if, for the first time, she saw what the Fury might have seen at the peak of her powers.
They watched in a triple-play union—human, Fury, and computer—as their Fasset drive woke. The radiation-drinking invisibility of the drive's black hole blossomed before them, swallowing all input and creating a blind spot in their vision, and they fell towards it. But the generators moved with them, pushing the black hole ahead of them, and they fell more rapidly, sliding away from Soissons with ever-increasing speed. This close to the planet the drive could produce no more than a few dozen gravities of acceleration, but that was still more than a third of a kilometer per second per second, and their speed mounted quickly.
Chapter Thirteen
"No, I don't know where she is," Sir Arthur Keita told the hospital security man on his com screen. "If I did, I wouldn't be calling you."
"But, Sir Arthur, there's no record of her even leaving her room, and none of the outside security people we've talked to so far saw a thing. So unless you can give me some idea where she might've—"
The door hissed open. Inspector Ben Belkassem strode into Keita's office, waving his left hand imperatively and drawing his right forefinger across his throat, and Keita cut the security man off without ceremony.
"May I assume, Sir Arthur, that Captain DeVries has decamped?" Despite his abrupt entry, the Justice man's voice was as courteous as ever, but a strange little bubble of delight lurked within it, and Keita frowned.
"I trust that's not common knowledge. If the local police hear we've lost a deranged drop commando we may start getting 'shoot on sight' orders."
"Somehow I don't think that's going to be a problem for Captain DeVries," Ben Belkassem murmured, and Keita snorted.
"If her augmentation's been reactivated somehow— and, judging by what happened to Corporal Feinstein, it has—it's a lot more likely to get one of their people killed. But why do you seem so cheerful, Inspector?"
"Cheerful? No, Sir Arthur, I just think it's too late for the local cops to worry about her. I suggest you screen Jefferson. They've had an, ah, incident over mere."
Keita stared at the inspector, then paled and began punching buttons. A harried-looking Marine major answered his call on the fourth ring.
"Where's Colonel Tigh?" Keita snapped the instant the screen lit.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't give out that information." The major sounded courteous but harassed and reached to cut the connection, then stopped with a puzzled expression as he saw Keita's raised hand and furious scowl.
"D'you know who I am, Major?" The major took a second look, eyes widening a bit as the green uniform registered, but shook his head.
"I'm afraid it doesn't matter, sir. We're in the midst of a Class One security alert, and—"
"Major, you listen to me closely. I am Sir Arthur Keita, Brigadier, Imperial Cadre, and one of my people may be involved in your alert." The major swallowed visibly at the name, and Ben Belkassem smiled. Sir Arthur hadn't even raised his voice, but the inspector had wondered what he sounded like when he decided to bite someone's head off. "Now you get Colonel Tigh, Major," Keita continued in that same, flat voice, "and you do it now."