18_the_end_of_the_circle-第36章

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to　get　this　far。〃　She　aimed　an　index　finger　at　a　towering　bank　of　apparently　undefended　data…control　terminals。　〃We　knock　those　out　and　production　grinds　to　a　halt　in　this　entire　section。　Haydon'll　have　his　ships；　but　they　won't　be　able　to　take　him　anywhere。〃

One　of　the　Praxians　stepped　forward；　a　broad…shouldered　white…maned　Amazon　a　foot　and　a　half　taller　than　Max。　〃We've　e　to　silence　this　machine　servant；〃　she　said　in　thickly　accented　Tiresian。　〃Let's　get　on　with　it。〃

Dana　grinned　and　rubbed　her　hands　together。　She　stooped　to　retrieve　the　table　leg　she　had　carried　up　from　level　four　and　said　to　Aurora；　〃Watch　closely；　kid。　We'll　show　you　how　it's　done。〃

Max　received　a　gentle　shove　from　Miriya　and　was　about　to　join　his　daughter　and　the　four　Praxians　when　someone　poured　a　bucketful　of　nitric　acid　into　his　head。　That；　at　least；　was　how　he　decided　it　felt　as　he　was　dropping　to　his　knees；　hands　pressed　tightly　to　his　ears。　Dana　and　the　rest　were　similarly　felled；　knees　buckling；　faces　twisted　up　in　pain。

Only　Aurora　appeared　unaffected。

With　effort；　Max　managed　to　lift　his　head　and　search　the　control　room。　Hovering　fifteen　feet　above　him　was　a　group　of　four　Haydonites；　similar　in　aspect　to　the　jailers　who　had　patrolled　level　four's　confinement　areas；　their　dzentile　glowing　with　charge。

Dana　screamed　and　cursed；　pounding　the　floor　with　a　fist　in　an　attempt　to　shake　off　the　psychic　force　the　Haydonites　were　directing　against　them。　Through　the　mottled　cloud　her　field　of　vision　had　bee　she　spied　Aurora　and　called　to　her　in　a　pleading　voice。
Aurora　made　no　response。　She　stood　stiffly　above　her　fallen　panions　arms　at　her　sides；　eyes　unfocused　as　the　Haydonites　began　a　slow　descent。

But　just　when　the　four　were　reaching　what　would　have　been　the　Praxians'　headtop　level；　Max　heard　a　loud　swwooossh　at　the　building's　entrance　and　turned　to　see　one　of　Glike's　fabulous　flying　carpets　e　streaking　into　the　room　on　edge。　It　was　an　exquisitely　textured　specimen；　vaguely　rectangular　in　shape；　as　large　as　a　ball　court；　and　it　was　headed　directly　for　the　hovering　Haydonites。

They；　too；　swung　around　at　the　sound　or　presence　of　the　thing　and　tried　frantically　to　counterdirect　it　with　last…moment　sendings；　but　the　carpet　was　already　upon　them；　trapping　them　in　a　brilliantly　executed　broadside　cigarette　roll　and　propelling　them　clear　across　the　control　room。

Max　struggled　to　his　feet　and　ran　to　check　on　Miriya　and　Dana。　The　pain　was　gone；　but　trouble　was　still　on　the　scene　in　the　form　of　two　additional　Haydonites　who　had　followed　the　carpet　into　the　building；　one　with　a　coppery　skin　tong　and　bulging　cranium。

Max　was　surprised　to　hear　his　name　sent　and　shortly　recognized　the　two　as　Veidt　and　Vowad。

〃The　Awareness　has　mitigated　the　strength　of　its　directives；〃　Veidt　explained。　〃Several　of　us　are　now　free　to　assist　in　your　escape。〃

〃We've　got　more　than　escape　on　our　minds；〃　Dana　muttered；　wiping　her　hands　on　her　pants。　The　Praxians　voiced　agreement。

〃Then　it　was　you　who　sent　the　carpet；〃　Miriya　said。　The　two　Haydonites　traded　looks。　〃No；〃　one　of　then　started　to　send；　when　Aurora　said；　〃I　called　the　carpet。〃　Veidt；　nodded　perceptibly。　〃I　believe　she　did；〃　he　announced；　nonplussed。

Dana　looked　at　her　younger　sister　and　laughed。　〃Damn　kids　nowadays。　Can't　teach　'em　a　thing。〃


CHAPTER　TWENTY…ONE

It　has　been　claimed　that　all　laws　of　science；　our　very　ability　to　predict　future　events；　will　break　down　upon　reaching　the　singularity。　That　the　black　hole's　event　horizon　trapped　light's　desperate　spacetime　path…is　but　a　one…way　membrane；　we　are　about　to　find　out。　If　only　Dr。　Hawking　were　here　to　join　us。
Dr。　Harold　Penn；　The　Brief　but　Timeless　Voyage　of　the　Peter　Pan

Like　laser　light　in　a　smoke…filled　room　Louie's　cyber…self　punched　through　the　green　haze　security　threshold　leading　to　the　Awareness's　higher　function　core　and　arrowed　straight　into　a　cluster　of　telemetry　mands　in　charge　of　programming　dimensional　data　into　the　sphere　ships'　drives。　The　team　was　spread　out　in　a　V　formation　behind　him；　targeting　ghosts　against　approaching　strings　of　defense　bytes。

Stucker　had　found　that　some　of　them　could　actually　be　absorbed　and　turned　against　their　own　kind。

Louie　was　a　quarterback　in　that　moment　of　stasis　before　the　inevitable　inrush　of　linemen　and　backs；　searching　through　banks　of　data　in　a　reckless　effort　to　locate　the　prototype　ship　intel　and　indentified　as　nearly　plete。　The　team　was　doing　an　incredible　job　of　blocking　the　Awareness's　poisoned　advances；　but　the　line　was　beginning　to　weaken。

Back　aboard　the　Ark　Angel；　Louie's　fingers　tattooed　hunches　and　possibilities　to　his　discorporate　mind；　his　fingers　danced　on　the　directional　cross；　maneuvering　him　clear　of　cicuit　frying；　brainwipe　booby　traps。

Then；　suddenly；　he　had　it：　an　on…line　ship　designated　by　a　perplexing　series　of　emblematic　icons　and　alphanumeric　analogues。　As　expected；　the　ship　had　been　safeguarded　against　entry；　but　no　longer。　Louie　tapped　the　override　program　and　keyed　a　new　sequence　of　mands　into　the　console。

Neuron　probes；　meanwhile；　were　nipping　at　the　perimeter　of　the　envelope　in　which…he　had　secreted　himself。　There　was　no　time　left　to　search　out　the　space　drive　production　mands；　Dana　would　have　to　see　to　it　on　her　own。

〃Toggle　out！〃　Louie　ordered　as　the　first　of　the　probes　penetrated　his　defense　net。　〃Toggle　out！〃


Scott　Bernard　maneuvered　the　Alpha　through　a　storm　of　annihilation　discs　launched　from　Haydon　IV's　in…close　plasma　arrays。　The　planetoid's　big　guns　were　still　trained　on　the　few　ships　that　remained　of　the　Karbarran　battle　group。　The　ursinoids'　fighter　squadrons　had　been　literally　blown　to　pieces　during　counteroffensive　impact　runs　by　cloud　after　cloud　of　labor　drones。　Stray　bits　of　those　fighters　drifted　around　the　Alpha；　touched　by　explosive　glints；　cyan　and　crimson。

But　Haydon　IV　had　been　taking　a　pounding　as　well。　It　was　a　twin…eyed　monstrosity　below　him　now；　hemispheric　surfaces　scorched　and　molten；　factory　tubes　holed　and　venting　gouts　of　alloy　debris。

In　the　midground　of　the　Alpha's　curved　canopy　view　floated　a　hundred　or　more　of　Haydon's　sphere　ships；　temporarily　abandoned　in　varying　stages　of　readiness。

Scott　had　not　flown　a　space　bat　op　in　well　over　a　year　and　felt　rusty。　As　rusty　as　the　first　day　he　had　piloted　a　Veritech　through　Earth's　atmosphere；　a　green　VT　Lunk　had　stashed　away　in　an　old　barn。　But　no　matter。　The　searing　discs；　the　blue…green　bolts；　those　swaths　of　agitated　light　were　mild　pared　to　his　inner　torment。

Marlene　was　dying。　Again！

And　this　time　he　had　killed　her。

〃Able　leader；〃　announced　a　female　voice　over　the　mand　net。　〃Target　ship's　shields　down　and　deactivated。　You　are　go　for　boarding。　You　can　take　your　team　in；　Colonel。〃

Scott　acknowledged　Ark　Angel　mand　and　went　on　the　tac　net　to　municate　with　his　wingmen。　The　squadron　had　lost　only　one　mecha；　a　red　Beta　piloted　by　a　Mars　Base　lieutenant　Scott　had　known　since　childhood；　who　had　gotten　himself　caught　between　Haydon　IV's　main　guns　and　the　Karbarrans'　recently　crippled　flagship。

Atomized；　Scott　thought。　Released。

〃Colonel；〃　the　mand　net　voice　squawked；　〃why　are　you　delaying？　Target's　shields　are　down；　repeat；　down。〃　Scott　shook　his　head　clear　of　thought　and　addressed　himself　to　the　Alpha；　thinking　the　mecha　through　to　Battloid　mode。

So　reconfigured；　the　squadron　began　to　follow　him　in。

The　sphere　ship　enlarged　before　him　until　it　obscured　all　else。　The　surface　was　ball…bearing　smooth　save　for　the　faint　outline　of　a　hexagonal　hatch　low　down　on　the　curve　of　its　starboard　side。

There　were　no　viewports；　no　visible　weapons　or　scanner　arrays。　No　way　to　see　where　they　would　be　going　and　no　way　tp　protect　themselves　once　they　got　there。　But　God　willing；　the　hapless　crew　of　the　SDF…3　would　be　waiting　for　them。　And　with　them　the　Invid　Queen…Mother。　Scott's　hope　and　salvation。


〃Just　stay　put；〃　Vince　Grant　advised　after　he　had　expressed　how　good　it　was　to　hear　Max's　voice。　〃We'll　get　sense　Alphas　down　there　to　pick　you　up　as　soon　as　we　can。〃

〃I　don't　see　that　we　have　much　choice；　Vince；〃　Sterling　said　to　him。

Outside　the　bridge　viewports　Haydon　IV's　primary　batteries　were　inactive；　they　of　course　had　been　silent　throughout　the　duration　of　the　Karbarran　attack；　but　now　they　were　shut　down　as　well。　Early　on　the　assumption　was　that　the　Awareness　had　quieted　the　planetoid's　fire　once　the　Karbarran　flotilla　had　no　longer　been　deemed　a　threat。　But　then　Exedore　had　gotten　word　through　to　the　Ark　Angel　that　the　entire　superintelligence　was　temporarily　shut　down；　probably　as　a　response　to　the　virus　programs　Nichols　had　infiltrated　during　the　raid　that　had　claimed　the　life　of　one　of　his　team　members。

The　Ark　Angel　was　closing　on　the　battered　planetoid　after　a　brief　reflex　burn；　most　of　its　mecha　squadrons　deployed　on　search　and　rescue　operations　among　the　remnants　of　the　Karbarran　battle　group。　The　pirated　sphere　ship…under　remote　control　by　the　Angel's　AI…would　be　meeting　them　halfway　with　Scott　Bernard's　team　safely　inside。

〃What　are　your　survivor　estimates；　Max？〃　Vince　asked。

〃Probably　two　hundred　or　so　Karbarrans；　〃　Max　responded　after　a　moment。　〃A　lot　of　them　in　bad　shape。　About　two　dozen　Praxians　and　th