"I was on the rowing team at MIT. Rowed practically every good day on the Charles River. It's been a long time," he said, smiling at the memory.
"What was your major at MIT?"
"Quantum physics, specializing in computer logic."
"You wouldn't know it from the biker look."
Barrett laughed. "That's for show. I was always a computer geek. I grew up in California, where my parents were both university professors. I went to Caltech to study computer sciences, then on to MIT for my grad work. That's where I met Tris Margrave. We put our heads together and came up with the Bargrave software system. Made a zillion bucks on it. We were doing fine, enjoying ourselves, before Tris got involved with Lucifer."
"Lucifer? As in the Devil?"
"Luciferwas an anarchist newspaper published in Kansas back in the eighteen hundreds. It's what they used to call 'matches' years ago. It's also the name of a small group of neo-anarchists Tris has been involved with. They want to topple what they call the 'Elites,' the unelected people who control most of the world's wealth and power."
"Where do you fit in?"
"I'm part of Lucifer. That is, I was."
Austin eyed Barrett's head tattoo. "You don't strike me as a conventional person, Spider, but don't you and your partner control a considerable amount of the world's wealth?"
"Absolutely.That's why we're the ones to carry on the fight. Tris says men of wealth and education-those that had the most to lose-started the American Revolution. Guys like Hancock, Washington and Jefferson were well-off."
"What's Margrave's role in Lucifer?"
"Tris refers to himself as Lucifer's driving force. Anarchists don't like the idea of following a leader. It's a loosely organized group of a hundred or so like-minded people affiliated with some of the more active neo-anarchist groups. A couple of dozen of the more violence-prone guys call themselves 'Lucifer's Legion.' I was more involved in the technical than the political side of the project."
"What makes Margrave so driven?"
"Tris is brilliant and ruthless. He is guilty about the way his family made its fortune off of slavery and rum-running, but I think he is driven mainly by an obsession with power. He got me into the Lucifer scheme."
"Which is?"
"We were going to mess up the Elites' empire, so they'd cave in to our wishes and relinquish some of their power."
"That's a pretty tall order," Austin said.
"Tellme about it. We gave them a taste of what would happen a couple of weeks ago in New York. We shut down the city for a time during a big economic conference, hoping to get them to deal, but it was like an elephant being stung by a bee."
Austin raised an eyebrow. "I heard about the blackout. You were responsible for that?"
Barrett nodded. "It was just a sample to show them we could cause chaos. Our long-range plan is to cause massive communications and economic disruption around the world."
"How were you going to do that?"
"By using a set of scientific principles to temporarily foul up their communications and transportation systems and cause general economic chaos."
"The Kovacs Theorems."
Barrett stared at Austin as if he had just sprouted a second head. "You've been doing your homework. What do you know about the theorems?"
"Not much. I know that Kovacs was a genius who came up with a way to use extra-low-frequency electromagnetic transmissions to disrupt the natural order of things. He was worried that in the wrong hands, his theorems could be used to alter weather, cause earthquakes and other sorts of mischief. From what you've told me about your Lucifer pals, his fears seem to have been borne out."
Barrett winced at the mention of "pals," but he nodded in agreement. "That's about right, as far as it goes."
"How far doesit go?"
"We were trying to cause a polar reversal."
"A shifting of the north and south poles?"
"The magneticpoles. We wanted to knock out communications satellites. Mess up commerce, and throw a scare into the Elites. Strictly low-end stuff."
Austin's jaw hardened. "Since when are killer waves, ship-swallowing whirlpools and the loss of a cargo ship and crew considered low-end?"
Barrett seemed to draw into himself. Austin feared his sharp comment may have shut off further communication. But then Barrett nodded in agreement.
"You're right, of course. We didn't think of the consequences, only the means."
"What were the means?"
"We built a fleet of four ships, each carrying a device modeled on the Kovacs Theorems. We concentrated the beam at an oblique angle into a vulnerable spot on the ocean floor. The power in each ship is enough to light a small city, but it's feeble when compared to the great mass of the earth. That's where the theorems come in. Kovacs said that at the proper frequency, the transmissions would be amplified by the very mass they were trying to penetrate, in the way a tuba amplifies the sound of air being blown through pursed lips."
"I saw the giant whirlpool you created. That was more than a set of pursed lips."
"A whirlpool!"
Austin gave him a condensed version of the maelstrom and the disaster it nearly caused.
Barrett whistled. "I knew about the giant waves we created with one of our field tests. The kickback sunk a cargo ship and one of our transmitter vessels."
"Sometimes the sea gives back what it takes. The whirlpool churned up your transmitter ship. I managed to board her before she sank."
Barrett looked stunned at the revelation.
"What's going on, Spider?"
The question shocked Barrett out of his daze.
"We didn't consider the violent ocean disruptions that would be caused by the anomalies we created in the earth's electromagnetic field. From what you told me, the disruptions continued even after we stopped transmitting and moved the ships off. The magma under the earth's crust must continue to move even after the initial stimulus. It's like the secondary ripples that bounce around a pond when you throw a rock into the water. That's the dangerous part of the theorems. It's what worried Kovacs. The unpredictability of the whole thing."
"What were you doing the day I saw you in Puget Sound?"
"After the Southern Bellesank, I went back to the drawing board. I was conducting a test, using a miniaturized version of the setup on the transmitter."
"That's what drove the orcas into a frenzy?"
He nodded.
"What was the problem?"
"The waves were bouncing all over the place. We had made an educated guess, but even if it were off by a nanosecond the transmissions can go haywire."
"So Kovacs was wrong?"
Barrett threw his arms wide apart. "He published his general theory as a warning to the world, but he withheld the information that would make it work. Look, it's like an atomic bomb. You can find plans for an A-bomb on the Internet, and you can even acquire the materials to put one together. But unless you have specific knowledge about the way things act, it's going to fail, and the best you can get is a dirty, radioactive bomb. That's what we've got here; the electromagnetic equivalent of a dirty bomb."
"The loss of your ship must have stopped the project in its tracks," Austin said.
"It only delayed it. We had a ship in reserve. It's being moved onto station for the big, major zapping."