Dark Mind. Ian Douglas
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Название: Dark Mind
Автор: Ian Douglas
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Книги о войне
isbn: 9780008121105
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“In the meantime, what about our new best buddies out there?”
The Sh’daar vessels ahead were spreading out. America’s long-range sensors were detecting bursts of gamma radiation—evidence of positron annihilation. The aliens were using antimatter weaponry.
“They appear to be attacking the rebels, Admiral.”
“You’re saying they’re rescuing us?”
“So it would appear, Admiral.”
“All ships,” Gray said, using the battlegroup’s tactical channel. “Disengage and pull back. The cavalry’s just galloped in to the rescue. Stay clear and let them do their thing.”
Sh’daar fighters continued to press their attack on the America battlegroup, trying to overwhelm the human defenses … but the fleet of capital ships was moving in swiftly, now, using precisely wielded bursts of antimatter particles to vaporize the minute alien ships.
And then the surviving alien fighters were breaking off and fleeing, scattering out and away and into the surrounding cloud of densely packed suns.
“Admiral, the Adjugredudhran commander of the Sh’daar flagship Ancient Hope gives you its greetings,” Konstantin reported. “It hopes our force has not suffered serious loss … and regrets the counter-Refuser attack on our vessels. It suggests that we follow the Sh’daar fleet into the Core … to the vicinity of the Six Suns.”
Gray let out a pent-up breath. He felt weak … shaky enough that he wondered if he would have been able to stand in a full gravity. So close …
“Please thank the Ad … thank the Sh’daar commander,” he replied, “and tell it that we will comply.”
“Well,” Mallory said out loud. He’d obviously been listening in on the conversation with Konstantin. “Let the diplomacy games begin.”
“Better with words than with particle cannon,” Gray said with a shrug. “I guess it’s a good thing we brought Konstantin-2 out here.”
“It would’ve been nice if the good guys had been here to meet us,” Mallory said. “I don’t trust this.”
“Neither do I, Dean. But let’s see what they have to say.”
And the battlegroup—the ten survivors, at any rate, plus the Glothr liaison ship—fell into formation with the far more numerous locals.
Admiral Gray looked at the nearest of the Sh’daar vessels—a monster wedge five kilometers long, its hull gliding past a few kilometers away like a massive black cliff dotted with city lights …
… and felt very, very small.
29 October 2425
New White House
Washington, D.C.
United States of North America
0840 hours, EST
“So what’s up on the docket for today?” President Koenig asked.
Marcus Whitney, Koenig’s White House chief of staff, laid a secure data pad on the high-tech desk before him. “You had a nine-hundred with the Pan-Euro ambassador, sir, and an eleven-hundred with the Periphery reclamation council from Northern Virginia …”
“‘Had?’”
“Yes, sir. I rescheduled. Konstantin wants to vir-meet with you.”
“Konstantin? Wants to see me?” Generally, it was the other way around. “What about?”
“He has not divulged his agenda, Mr. President.”
The powerful AI rarely mixed its affairs with those of humans. Even so, its effects on human culture, technology, and politics had been far reaching indeed. Its input had effectively ended the USNA’s conflict with the Confederation government by employing memetic weaponry to turn civilian support against the war. It continually monitored news feeds and imagery from around the Earth, making suggestions that had averted famines, alleviated plagues, and blocked wars. It had guided presidents in both military and political exchanges both with other human states and with aliens.
Ever since Koenig had taken office as president, Konstantin had been an unofficial and highly secret special advisor. The strange thing was that the machine intelligence—not a human agency or department—seemed to have developed the idea.
And Koenig had no idea what the AI’s true motivations might be.
“I guess,” he said slowly, “I’d better find out what he wants. See that I’m not disturbed, Marcus.”
“Yes, sir.”
As his aide left the office, Koenig leaned back in his chair, which reshaped itself to more comfortably fit his frame. He placed the palm of his left hand on a smooth, glassy plate set into the chair’s arm and on the desk, the datapad winked on …
… and Koenig opened his eyes inside a small and dimly lit log cabin in Kaluga, Russia. An elderly man—white-haired, goateed, with wire-frame pince-nez and a sleepy expression—looked up from an old-fashioned book.
“Hello, Konstantin,” Koenig said. “You wanted to see me?”
As always, Koenig had the feeling that the figure before him was studying him narrowly, with a superhuman intensity quite at odds with the sleepy expression on its very human face. Everything was an illusion, of course, created by the AI and downloaded into Koenig’s mind through the virtual reality software running on his cerebral implants. The anachronistic touches demonstrated that—the real Konstantin Tsiolkovsky never had banks of high-definition monitors on the walls of his log house. Nor had the famous Russian pioneer of astronautic theory spoken English.
“Yes, Mr. President. It is time that you and I had a chat. I have some information that may be of interest.”
“You haven’t heard from your clone on the America yet …”
“No. If our calculations are correct, they have only just arrived at the N’gai Cloud … if, indeed, the two different time frames can be meaningfully compared. But we have heard from the Agletsch. They have made available some information. Gratis.”
“They gave it to us?” Koenig was impressed. “That means it’s either worthless … or of unbelievably high value.”
“Agreed.”
The Agletsch exchanged information from across a vast swath of the galaxy for other information, as well as for certain rare elements—notably isotopes of neptunium and californium. They never gave stuff away for free.
Not unless it very definitely benefited СКАЧАТЬ