“Nyet. That was no pain. You do not know you are reborned a grown baby. Skills remain but past gone. So you take lessons like a good child.”
“But how can anyone give you back your memory?”
“No one can. Pepys did best he could from his journals. Not enough. Very sad.”
“Then what was so hard?”
“After I learn I am a Moleman still, I—”
“Wait a minute. How did you learn?”
“Borgia experiment with ether and drugs. No effect.”
“That wasn’t so hard.”
“But I also learn dangers as well as advantages. Then I am filled with fear of Lepcer from shock of execution. How I suffered! Fortunately I am not yet visited.”
“It gives me the shudders. Don’t let’s think about the big L.”
“I also am gloomed by the thought. Please to change subject.”
“How did you find us, Boris?”
“I’ve been to Ceres.”
“Ah.”
“When the Greek’s assistant said you left for Brazil your location was obvious.”
“Poulos wasn’t there?”
“No.”
“Where the devil is he?”
The Russky shrugged. “I was looking for Dr. Guess. They told me at Union Carbide he had gone to Ceres but not there either. Entire Group doesn’t seem to be anywhere. I located Eric the Red in Greenland, Sheik in the Sahara, Hudson staking coal claims around the South Pole, and you. That’s all.”
“Why the search?”
“I have a problem. We will discuss it later.”
After more amenities and a meal, Boris got to the point. “Guig, my present career is in danger.”
“What’s your career? Aren’t you a general anymore?”
“Yes, but now I head the junta in control of science.”
“What d’you know about science?”
“Nothing. That’s why I need help from the Group. Eric, Hudson, and the Sheik couldn’t deliver, so here I am.”
“Proceed slowly.”
“Guig, you’ve got to go back to Mexifornia.”
“The hell you say. We’ve been here for a month and I’ve never been happier.”
“May I give you entire picture?”
“Please do.”
“Our Rasshyrenye computer in—”
“Estop. What’s Rasshyrenye?”
“You would say ‘expansion’ in XX. Expansion computer. Equivalent of your Extrocomputer.”
“Got it. Go ahead.”
“ — in Moskva is behaving v. badly.”
“I don’t blame it. I never liked Mockba.”
“Please, Glig,” Natoma said. “Be serious.” She knew how to say my name now but she clings to her original pronunciation. Adorable. “He is always too flippant, Boris.”
“Sorry. Go ahead, Boris.”
“Our Expansion has always been well behaved, but lately has been acting up like a colt in a field with a birch tree.”
“How?”
“It rejects problems. It rejects programming.”
“All?”
“Just some, but it seems to want to set up in business for itself. And I am held accountable.”
“I have a ghastly inkling of what’s going on.”
“Let me finish, Guig. Other computers in Kiev and Leningrad are behaving in same strange way. Also—”
“Also, computer-controlled operations are breaking down, yes? Your subways, railroads, hovercraft, and linears are running crazy. Assembly lines in factories are mad. Communications, banking, payrolls, mines, mills — all the same thing. Yes?”
“Not always, but too often. Yes. And I am accountable.”
I sighed. “Go on.”
“Also, fatal accidents have increased by two hundred percent.”
“What!”
“The machines seem to be murderous. One thousand four hundred deaths last month.”
I shook my head. “I never expected them to go that far.”
“Them? Who?”
“Later. You finish first.”
“Perhaps you won’t believe this, Guig, but we suspect that our Expansion computers are in touch with your Extro at Union Carbide.”
“I believe it and I’m not surprised.”
“And taking orders from it?”
“Repeat, I’m not surprised. There’s an entire electronic network around the world taking orders from the Extro. Yes?”
“We suspect so.”
“What led you to that?”
“Several times our Expansions have printed out solutions to problems which had not been programmed into them. Later we discovered that they had been programmed into your Extro.”
“I see. Y. It’s an electronic revolt.”
“Against what?”
“Against men.”
“But why? How?”
I looked at Natoma. “Are you strong?”
“Yes, and I know what you are going to say. Say it.”
I looked at Boris. “There’s a new addition to the Group.”
“Dr. Sequoya Guess. A most distinguished scientist and master of computer-craft. That’s why I’m looking for him.”
“My wife is his sister.”
Boris bowed. Natoma said, “Not to the point, Glig. Please go on.”
“When Guess went through his transformation, a freak event took place. The Extro set up a one-on-one relationship with him — its bits and his brain cells. He is the Extro and the Extro is him. It’s a fantastic interface.”
Boris is quick. “You’ve not yet said what you want to say.”
“N,” Natoma said. “He tries to protect me. My brother gives the orders.”
“Borjemoy!” Boris exclaimed. “Then we must deal with the man.”
“Not I, my friend.”
“Why not?”
“If you don’t know where he is, how should I?”
“You must find him.”
“He’s tuned in on the entire electronic network surrounding us. He’ll know everywhere I go and everything I do. He’ll have no trouble hiding.”
“Then you must be devious to reach him.”
“You’re asking me to start a bootleg search.”
“You put it precisely, Guig. Any more excuses?”
“You know I recruited him for the Group.”
“With the help of Borgia. Da.”
“You know the Group always supports its members, for better or worse. We are the family.”
“You imply that dealing with Dr. Guess will involve attacking him?”
“Not only is he of the Group, he’s my brother. He’s also the brother of my beloved wife.”
“Do not try to use me, Glig.”
“I’m merely presenting the emotional dilemma facing me. There’s another aspect. He and the Extro, between them, contrived to kill my adopted daughter, a darling girl who adored him. A girl I loved.”
“In the name of God! Why?”
“She knew too much and I talked too much about what she knew. So now I’m torn by a love-hate relationship with Guess, and I’m afraid to move.”
“It sounds like Chekhov,” Boris muttered.
“And there’s a final factor. I’m afraid of him. Genuinely. He’s declared war on man. He and the electronic network have begun that war — witness the death rate.”
“Why on man? Does he propose a population of machine?”
“No. Hermaphrodites. His vision of the new breed.”
“Impossible!”
“He has three already,” Natoma said.
“They cannot exist.”
“They do now,” I said. “And as he murders men he will replace them with more. I think that’s the Extro speaking through him. Men have been hating machines since the twentieth century; it’s never occurred to them that machines might return that hatred. That’s why I’m terrified, Boris.”
“It is bad, but it is not enough to account for extreme terror. You are still holding something back. What is it? I have the right to know.”
I let out a sigh of defeat. “R. I am. The Greek figured out that there’s a renegade Moleman working with the Extro; maybe with Guess, too, for all I know.”