Dreyfus cocked his head. ‘Then I’m missing something. What will have changed?’
‘Only those things strictly essential for our future security. Needless to say, the Glitter Band will have to be isolated from the rest of human society. That’ll mean an end to commerce with the Ultras, and Chasm City. We can’t run the risk that some outside agent introduced to the Glitter Band causes its ultimate downfall.’
‘You think it will be something internal, something we do to ourselves?’
‘We can’t know that for certain, so we have to take reasonable precautions against other possibilities. That’s only right and proper, isn’t it?’
‘I suppose so.’
‘Likewise, travel between habitats will have to be curtailed. If the destabilising factor arises within the Glitter Band, we can at least stop it spreading.’
‘So no one ever gets to leave home.’
Gaffney appeared genuinely perplexed by Dreyfus’s point. ‘But why would they ever want to, Tom? They’ll have everything handed to them on a plate: every amenity, every luxury.’
‘Except personal freedom.’
‘It’s overrated. How often do people exercise it, anyway? It’s only ever the minority that test the real limits of a society. Reasonable men don’t make history, Dreyfus. Most people are content with their lot, content to do today what they did yesterday. They’ll still have almost every old freedom within a given habitat.’
‘But they won’t be able to leave. They won’t be able to visit loved ones or friends in other habitats.’
‘It won’t come to that. Once Aurora has control of the ten thousand, she’ll allow a grace period before the strictures come into force. People will be permitted to move around as they wish until they’ve settled on their permanent place of residence. Only then will the gates be closed.’
‘There’ll always be some people who regret the choice they made,’ Dreyfus said. ‘But I suppose you’re about to tell me they can always use abstraction to simulate physical travel.’
Gaffney looked almost apologetic. ‘Well, actually… abstraction will need to be policed as well.’
‘By which you mean…’
‘A downgrading of the current provisions. For the sake of security, of course. It could be that the destabilising agent gains a foothold as a consequence of the data networks, you see. Aurora can’t take that risk. The habitats will need to be isolated from each other.’
‘The cure’s beginning to sound worse than the disease,’ Dreyfus said.
‘Oh, don’t make it sound worse than it really is. The habitats will still be running internal abstraction services. For many citizens, that’s already enough. And the data infrastructure will remain in place, so that Aurora can continue to supervise and assist the ten thousand.’
‘So let’s get this straight,’ Dreyfus said. ‘We’re talking about a state of curfew, in which no one can move, no one can communicate and in which no one has a democratic say in their own destiny?’
Gaffney winced: Dreyfus couldn’t tell if it was because of his injuries, or because of what Dreyfus had just said. ‘But they’ll be safe, Tom. Not just today, not just tomorrow, but for the next ninety years and beyond. Under Aurora’s regime, the destabilising event will not be allowed to happen. The Glitter Band will persist.’
‘In chains.’
‘We’re talking about an interim security measure, not something that will have to remain in place in perpetuity. As the years roll on, Aurora will strive to identify the likely focus of the agent. Once the risk is quantified, the people can be handed back their own destiny.’ Gaffney peered intently into the depths of the ceiling, as if searching for inspiration. ‘Look at it this way, Tom,’ he said reasonably, as if the two of them were only a hair’s breadth from agreement. ‘A man is carrying a sharp instrument in a crowded space. He’s about to suffer an epileptic seizure. He could hurt himself, or those around him, if he is not unburdened of that instrument and perhaps restrained. What do you do? Do you sit back and respect his rights? Or do you take the action that will guarantee not only his safety, but that of everyone nearby?’
‘I ask him nicely to drop the sharp instrument.’
‘And you scare him in the process. He grips the instrument more tightly than ever. Now what?’
‘I disarm him.’
‘It’s too late. He cuts you anyway. Then the seizure kicks in and he starts hacking away at everyone else. Democracy is that sharp instrument, Tom. It’s the final weapon of the people, and sometimes they just can’t be trusted with it.’
‘And you can.’
‘Not me, not you. But Aurora?’ Gaffney shook his head: not in denial, but in an awed inability to express whatever was running through his mind. ‘She’s bigger than us. Faster and cleverer. I’d have my doubts, too, if I hadn’t been in her presence. But from the moment I first encountered Aurora, I’ve never had the slightest doubt that she’s the one to lead us forward, the one to guide us into the light.’
Dreyfus stood up and conjured the chair back into the floor. ‘Thanks, Sheridan.’
‘We’re done?’
‘I think I’ve learned everything that you’re willing to tell me without coercion. You genuinely think this can’t be stopped, don’t you? That’s why you’re so content to tell me what Aurora has in mind.’
‘It was touch and go for a while back there,’ Gaffney said, confidingly. ‘And I’ll admit that matters were pre-empted by your discovery of Clepsydra. Aurora had been hoping not to have to move until she had complete control of the entire Glitter Band.’
‘You mean when Thalia made the upgrade to the entire ten thousand?’
‘That was the idea. One second the ten thousand would have been in the hands of the citizenry, the next they would have been Aurora’s. It would have been the ultimate bloodless revolution, Tom. No one would have been hurt or inconvenienced. Human distress would have been kept to an absolute minimum.’
‘Then I’m sorry I threw a wrench into her plans by doing my job.’
‘It wasn’t much of a wrench, all told. Aurora had always been mindful that it might be necessary to begin the takeover in a piecemeal fashion, habitat by habitat. It really won’t make much difference in the long run, though. Those clouds of manufactured entities you mentioned earlier? You’re still in the dark about them, aren’t you?’
Dreyfus remained impassive, but something in his expression must have given the game away.
‘The machines are mass-produced weevil-class war robots,’ Gaffney said. ‘Very simple, very rugged, with just enough autonomy to cross space between habitats. By itself, a single weevil can’t do much damage. But the manufactories are spewing them out by the hundreds of thousands. That’s a lot of weevils, Tom. Weight of numbers’ll get you in the end. Always does.’
‘What will the weevils do when they reach the other habitats? Cut their way inside and kill everyone?’
‘Given that the objective here is to preserve human life, that would be rather counterproductive, don’t you think?’
‘So what, then?’
‘The weevils are carrying copies of the same upgrade Thalia already installed in the first four habitats. Once they reach the target habitats, they’ll work their way inside and infect their cores with the same security hole. Aurora will then have complete control of six habitats, not four.’
‘Your weevils will have to reach the polling cores first. The local citizenry are already standing by to protect them.’