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  Five of the six slaver craft came to life and pursued. The sixth, drifting into the shield, exploded, a sudden blue spark quickly gone.

  Blaster fire flashed between the shuttle and the fighters.

  "Hostile ships approaching," said T'Ral quickly, hands sweaty on the rippled duraplast of the binoculars. "All batteries to lend covering fire. So advise corsair vessel."

  "All batteries," said K'Lana into the commnet. "All batteries. Engage hostiles pursuing Fleet shuttle. Independent fire-commence, commence!"

  Victory Day had been keeping watch. The two cruisers fired together, thick red fusion beams lashing into the fighters.

  Backdropped by the red-and-blue flares of the fighters' end, the shuttle swept down past T'Ral, heading for the hangar deck.

  "Ours," sighed the commander, relieved. "Or she'd have made for the corsair.

  "All batteries maintain high alert. Advise Commander K'Raoda that one shuttle has landed."

  As the shuttle spun toward space, John hung from the firing harness, catching glimpses of the ruined gun battery: blasted control panels, twisted cables dangling from charred and buckled bulkheads-and the gun itself, a great crumbled monstrosity thrown from its mountings, lying in a tangle of wreckage.

  Narrowly missing a jagged overhang, the shuttle rolled sideways through the shattered gun embrasure. Behind it, a fighter struck wreckage and exploded. Then they were out of the slaver and John was working the Mark 44's, fighting five black, darting needles of certain death.

  Blaster bolts were everywhere. The shuttle lost a tail fin tip just as the counterfire came, flashing past the craft on all sides as the cruisers took out the fighters.

  As the shuttle approached hangar deck, John sagged back into the seat, his uniform soaked with sweat, his eyes closed, grateful to be alive.

  When he opened his eyes again it was snowing.

  D'Trelna sat staring through the windscreen at hangar deck, its lights indistinct halos through the heavy swirl of white.

  "Snow," he said slowly, as if struggling with an alien concept. "It's snowing on hangar deck. H'Nar."

  " I can't contact flight control or any other station," said the captain, powering down the shuttle. It settled onto its landing struts as the n-gravs died, their usual whine muted by the deep white blanket.

  "What is this?" asked John, poking his head through the door.

  "Possibly a malfunction in life systems," said Egg. "Sudden cold may have triggered inverse activation of the fire snuffers. Although the suppressant chemical would not freeze in quantity, it would do so once expelled from the sprinklers, thus becoming snow."

  John looked at the outside temperature gauge and did a quick conversion: Fahrenheit was about twenty below. He suppressed a shiver.

  "Thank you, Egg," said D'Trelna, rising. "Everyone into survival gear, including the prisoner. We'll plow our way to flight control."

  ****

  "Describe this egg machine," said R'Gal urgently. K'Raoda did so.

  "Destroy it the instant it comes on board," said R'Gal. "If it gets to a complink, we're all dead."

  "None of the complinks are working," said Q'Nil as K'Raoda's handset chirped.

  "They'll work for that thing," said R'Gal as the commander acknowledged a message.

  "One shuttle has landed," said K'Raoda, clipping the handset back onto his belt. "We assume it's ours. Hangar deck is accessible only through light conduits."

  "Not to me, it isn't," said R'Gal, standing. " I can blast my way into central shaft, go down to hangar deck and blast my way out in a tenth of the time it would take you."

  "Why?" asked K'Raoda.

  "As a demonstration of good faith," said R'Gal. "You've nothing to lose. And I'm the only one who can get down there fast enough to stop that thing.

  "Make up your mind. Commander," he said as K'Raoda hesitated. "Trust me or lose this ship."

  K'Raoda drew his side arm, extending it butt-first to R'Gal. "You'll need this."

  "No I won't."

  "Get those blastpaks off the doors."

  "There aren't any," said K'Raoda.

  "Q'Nil picked up on the life vitals just as you were coming around."

  "Bluff?" said R'Gal, smiling faintly.

  "Bluff," nodded K'Raoda.

  R'Gal opened the door and was gone, a blur of motion vanishing toward the central shaft.

  K'Raoda started to leave. A strong, thin hand to his shoulder stopped him. He turned back to Q'Nil as the medtech spoke.

  "Commander K'Raoda, we now have on board an AI combat droid and a S'Cotar transmute-both of uncertain intent-and a malevolent yellow egg of uncertain purpose. The ship is crippled, most of it uninhabitable. Our computer is trying to kill us. A mindslaver fronts us, a corsair lies off our starboard."

  "Turning into an interesting mission, isn't it," said K'Raoda. "So?"

  "So," said the medtech, gesturing toward his office, "may I buy you a drink?"

  "I really have to get to gunnery control," said K'Raoda.

  "S'Tanian brandy," said Q'Nil.

  "One quick drink," said K'Raoda. "To R'Gal-may he be telling the truth."

  First out of the shuttle, John sank up to his waist in the snow. Thankful for the thin, warm survival suit covering him from neck to feet, the Terran began plowing through the dry, loose snow, hearing it crunch beneath his boots. D'Trelna's breath rasped close behind him as the commodore struggled after John.

  "Maybe you should go first, J'Quel-open a path for us," said L'Wrona, following a manacled A'Tir down the boarding ladder.

  "No fat jokes," grumbled the commodore, widening John's trail.

  Serene and silent, Egg floated out the shuttle's airlock and over the deck. Passing the humans, it disappeared into the swirling white curtain shrouding the far side of the hangar.

  "Wait up, Egg!" called D'Trelna, too late.

  Reaching the far wall, the slaver machine moved left until it reached the stairway leading up the wall to flight control. Soaring over the stairs, it drifted through the open door of flight control.

  All traces of T'Lan's murderous visit had been removed. The equipment was dark, the lighting on, though flickering now and again.

  Egg made straight for the nearest complink.

  "Tsk-tsk. No, no," said a voice. "Touch it and I'll fry you."

  R'Gal stood in the doorway.

  "Colonel," said the slaver machine, "you surprised me. I…" It stopped, suddenly realizing what language R'Gal was speaking.

  "You're neither a colonel nor human," it said as R'Gal stepped slowly into the room. "Fleet or Revolt?"

  The conversation was in a language seen only on wind-scrubbed tombs, spoken now and again in a few secret places.

  "What's important," said R'Gal, stepping slowly into the room, "is that I know what you are and what you're doing. You were about to activate the second stage of your murderous little algorithm, kill everyone, then on to stage three-seizing this ship-probably the corsair, too. Obviously you're of the original series, from the home universe, not one of the copies fabricated by the human empire."

  He stopped a few meters from the computer. "Why? The ship you served lies abandoned on Terra's moon, its brainpods destroyed. You've no ship, no master, no cause."

  Egg hovered silently for a moment. "I need a ship," it said flatly, its familiar obsequious tone gone. "My existence is predicated on having a ship. All others of my series have ships."

  "There are no more of your series, except for the Alpha Prime computer."

  "Wrong," said Egg. "They're out there, at the periphery of my sensors, waiting, maintaining their sleeping ships. Soon their brainpods will be replenished and they'll strike. With these two ships, they'd welcome me."

  "You can't run two ships."

  "Yes I can, if I rig them for slaver operation and harvest their crews."

  R'Gal shook his head. "You're mad. You and your whole series. You were modified and introduced too quickly-another loose part of those cyborgian nightmares, the
mindslavers… Deactivate and await orders."

  "Fleet or Revolt?" said Egg.

  R'Gal sighed. "If I were to say Fleet?"

  "Then I would ask you to authenticate."

  "And were I to say Revolt?"

  "Core programming would insist I kill you, or I would be ended."

  "You stand no chance against me."

  "Even so."

  R'Gal shook his head. "It never ends," he said, more to himself than to the computer. "You'd think they'd be content to get rid of us.

  … Of the Revolt," he said. "And proud of it."

  "Death to traitors!" boomed Egg, spitting its golden bolts at R'Gal.

  "Ah ha! Flight control," said D'Trelna, pointing at the black slab of armorglass finally visible through the snow. As the other three looked up, a flaming yellow spheroid exploded through the slab, tumbling into a white hillock amid a cascade of glass. Hissing, the hillock shrank as it pooled around remains of the slaver computer. A ruined curve of blaster-holed casing appeared as the melting stopped.

  R'Gal appeared at the opening, waved, and jumped the thirty meters to the deck, landing as though he'd just stepped off a stair.

  "Put 'em back!" snapped D'Trelna, hearing two pistols clearing leather. "You might as well throw snowballs at him-they'd have the same effect."

  They stood eyeing each other over the ruins of Egg- Harrison and L'Wrona with hands on their pistol grips, D'Trelna with his arms crossed. R'Gal said nothing, just stood there, snow dusting his lightweight, brown uniform, watching the other four in their survival suits.

  A'Tir watched, her features utterly disinterested.

  "Well?" demanded D'Trelna loudly.

  "Well, what?" shot back R'Gal. "Haven't you ever seen an AI before?"

  "One," said the commodore. "I lectured him on the reciprocity of friendship, the need for fellowship. It didn't take."

  R'Gal threw back his head and laughed. "What's so damned funny?" demanded the commodore. "Ah, D'Trelna," said R'Gal, shaking his head, "T'Lan is-"

  "Was," said D'Trelna.

  "Was? Good." R'Gal nodded approvingly. "T'Lan's series is heuristically inhibited. They know much about their specialties, but may never learn outside those specialties. It's to prevent their evolving into the unreliable sort of creature who stands before you." He bowed slightly. "You'd have done better lecturing a beverager."

  "You've destroyed Egg," said the commodore. "And probably the rest of us."

  "Him or me," said R'Gal. He looked at the mound. "They weren't meant to be part of a mindslaver. They were design engineers, once. A very talented series. Pity." He looked up. "Egg, as you called him, introduced-"

  "A stasis algorithm into ship's computer," said D'Trelna. "Obviously it's wreaking havoc. And without Egg, there's no way to reverse it.''

  "Impossible," said L'Wrona. weapon and eyes still on R'Gal. "Stasis algorithm's a fantasy."

  "So's a snowstorm on hangar deck," said the commodore.

  "How did you find out?" asked R'Gal. "I thought all communications were out."

  "They are," said D'Trelna. "Before we left, I used the bridge lavatory. It has those chatty new sanitary fixtures."

  "The sink told you?" said John, incredulous.

  "The toilet, actually." said the commodore. "I sat, it talked. The system's still experimental and won't be fully integrated into ship's computer until next port refit-if there's a ship left to refit. Egg must have missed the interlink."

  "J'Quel, you knew? And you did nothing?" said L'Wrona.

  "I couldn't," said the commodore. "I needed Egg to reach the bridge, to get the commwand and John. That machine saved us because it wanted to get back just as badly as we did."

  "It could have come back alone," said R'Gal.

  "A slaver machine, returning alone from a slaver ship?" said John. "Who'd have believed it?"

  "Where do you stand, R'Gal?" said the commodore. "What's going on?"

  "Perhaps we can talk somewhere else?" said R'Gal. "Like gunnery control?"

  "How about the bridge?" said D'Trelna.

  "Uninhabitable," said R'Gal. "This deck's salubrious compared with most of Implacable. The corsair ship, too. Command operations have shifted to gunnery."

  "To gunnery, then," said the commodore. He glanced to his right, where the snow veiled the rear wall. "I suppose the lifts are out?"

  R'Gal nodded. "Central shaft's the only way," he said.

  "Gods," muttered the commodore.

  Half a mile straight up, thought John.

  "It'll take forever," said D'Trelna. "Alpha Prime could disengage at any second and come in on a fresh attack vector."

  "Then why hasn't it?" said R'Gal, turning for the central shaft.

  D'Trelna shrugged. "It's not a rational entity." He fell in beside R'Gal.

  "Too easy an answer, Commodore," said the AI.

  Suddenly they were all standing in gunnery control, snow puddling at their feet, K'Lana and T'Ral gaping at them.

  I won't trouble you for my gun, Harrison, said a voice in the Terran's head. John looked down as his side arm vanished.

  Stephen Ames Berry

  The AI War

  12

  "Here it comes," said R'Gal. He sat back, staring at the symbols threading across the complink.

  "You're running a bleed-back," said N'Trol. He stood in the small circle that clustered around the gunnery console.

  Entering gunnery control, R'Gal had gone to the dead console, sat and typed rapidly into the complink. D'Trelna had grunted as the complink came on, a small light amid the otherwise dark controls.

  "What's a bleed-back?" asked John. He'd found over the past few years that though the technical details of a starship's systems were beyond him, what those systems did and why was usually clear.

  "Bleed-back's a way of making the executing program display an algorithm," said N'Trol, intent on the complink screen. "You need Imperial machine code to do it, though-we have only the overlay code Fleet used."

  "That's it," said R'Gal, tapping the screen as the readout finished.

  "It's not even half a line long!" exclaimed the Terran. "And it's immobilized this huge ship?"

  "E equals M C squared takes up even less space," said K'Raoda.

  "There was a philosopher once," said R'Gal, busy at the keyboard again, "who maintained that all knowledge could be reduced to three bars." He whistled the three bars as he finished. "Ready, Commodore," he said, looking at D'Trelna.

  "What now?" asked D'Trelna uneasily. He knew their mission lay in alien hands-knew it, and hated it.

  "I've changed one variable," said R'Gal. "It should purge the system and restore computer. "But"-he held up a finger-"it may not restore the overlay-certainly the overlay will be permeable. It's going to need work."

  "We can get along without the overlay," said L'Wrona. "Anything else?"

  R'Gal nodded. "Ship'll be dead for a while-no power."

  "Define 'a while,' " said N'Trol. "It gets very cold, very fast out here."

  "A few moments only-long enough for Alpha Prime to wipe you."

  They all glanced at the mindslaver, holding station at the other end of the Egg's weird shield.

  "And the corsair?" said the commodore.

  "Once we're operational, I can send them the algorithm," said R'Gal. "Providing their communications are still up. Otherwise, I'll take it over and enter it personally."

  "Fine," said D'Trelna. "Do it."

  R'Gal pressed Go.

  Nothing happened for a moment, then the complink winked off. Outside, the shield disappeared-as did Alpha Prime.

  K'Raoda broke the silence. "She jumped," he said, staring through the armorglass. "Why didn't she blast us?"

  "Perhaps she was already jump-plotted," said N'Trol.

  "He's right," said R'Gal. "You flatter yourselves to think you're the R'Actolians' lead priority. Wouldn't it be nice to know where she's going in such a rush?" he added.

  A faint chirp, then lights and instruments came
back on. A gentle rush of warm air filled the room as life systems returned to normal. Outside, restored to its usual configuration, the faint haze of the shield enfolded Implacable.

  "Excuse me," said N'Trol, replacing R'Gal at the complink. Calling up ship's status, he watched as the readout scrolled by, L'Wrona hanging over his shoulder. When it had finished, captain and engineer exchanged glances.

  "She'll do," said N'Trol. "Hangar deck's a mess, some of the electronics are crisped, and the computer's going to have some glitches, no doubt. But she'll do."

  It was a moment D'Trelna never forgot-N'Trol smiling. He'd never seen it before, and would see it only a few more times.

  "You can reoccupy the bridge, Captain," continued the engineer, rising. "I'll be updating damage control reports. Which I can best do from engineering." He started from the room, but turned as the door hissed open. "Thank you," he said to R'Gal.

  The AI nodded. "You're welcome, Engineer."

  The door closed.

  The room was noticeably warmer. "Commander K'Raoda," said John easily, unfastening his survival jacket, "what've you done with my wife?"

  There was an awkward silence, broken by D'Trelna's, "Well, what did you do with her, T'Lei?"

  "I was the last to see her, Harrison," said R'Gal. "We were searching the lifepods, S'Cotar hunting. Guan-Sharick- we assume-launched her in a lifepod."

  "We tried to recall it, John," said K'Raoda, a hand to the Terran's shoulder. "But its onboard systems had been tampered with-no response."

  John carefully removed the K'Ronarin's hand from his shoulder. "Track it," he said icily.

  "Impossible, once it's jumped," said K'Raoda.

  "It couldn't have jumped that fast, K'Raoda," said John. "There must have been something you could do- other than freeze."

  K'Raoda's face reddened. "The ship was disintegrating, Harrison. My first responsibility-"

  "Stop!" D'Trelna stepped between the two, forcing each back a step. "Harrison, L'Wrona, R'Gal, my office-now. Commander K'Raoda, get this ship back to normal. Advise the corsair that K'Tran is dead and A'Tir is a prisoner. Further advise them that we have the algorithm, but will not transmit it until they turn Victory Day over to a prize crew and are locked in their own brig. Commander T'Ral to command the prize crew. And transfer A'Tir there once Victory Day's secured."