Dark Mind. Ian Douglas

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СКАЧАТЬ it comes, Koenig thought, turning to greet the general.

      “Mr. President?” the man said quietly, speaking English rather than through a translator. “I have … news.”

      A half dozen journalism drones hovered nearby, reminding Koenig that he needed to watch what he said. Hell, he always needed to watch what he said … one of the antiperks of political office. But something about Kurz’s tone made it clear this needed to be private.

      Koenig glanced again at the drones, then thoughtclicked a command on his in-head security menu. It alerted his security team that the current conversation was private and that nearby news drones should be blocked.

      President Koenig already knew most of what the Pan-European general was about to tell him, but when it came to international politics, it always paid to be careful about revealing the depth of your knowledge … and the accuracy of your intelligence sources.

      A confirmation light winked within Koenig’s consciousness, and he nodded at Kurz. “Go ahead, General. We can speak freely.” The drones were already drifting in different directions, looking for other news bytes to record and transmit. He knew that a few would be hovering at the periphery of his awareness, though, watching for the opportunity to record again.

      Kurz drew a deep breath. “Sir, Kapteyn Orbital has been destroyed. We have confirmation. There is nothing left.”

      “Son of a bitch,” Alexander Koenig replied with what he hoped was a convincing demeanor.

      “At least ten Americans were on the orbital when it … vanished,” Kurz added. “Their names have been turned over to your state department.”

      “Thank you, General.”

      The man shrugged. “The least we could do, Mr. President.”

      They stood side by side for a moment next to that part of the gallery’s transparency that currently overlooked the Potomac River and Roosevelt Island to the west. Beyond, a few lights showed against the darkness … but much of Northern Virginia was still mangrove swamp and tidal flat. Until quite recently, the entire D.C. area had been a part of the Periphery, lost to the United States of North America, most of it flooded by rising sea levels centuries earlier. Soon, though, nanufactories would be working out there, growing new arcologies from rock, dirt, and rubble.

      Once a historic hotel complex on the river’s eastern shore, the original Watergate buildings had long ago collapsed into the rising tidewaters that had swallowed much of old Washington. That had been during the dark years of the late twenty-first century, when large stretches of the coastline of the then United States had been abandoned to rising sea levels and storm surges. Under Koenig’s administration, however, many of the abandoned Periphery regions at last were being reclaimed. The D.C. mangrove swamps had been drained, and a system of levees and dams had been constructed to keep the city from flooding again. The buildings were being regrown by nanotechnic agents programmed and released into the freshly revealed mud and rubble. Where possible, historic monuments and edifices had been renovated or rebuilt, but most of the buildings were completely new, as was the city’s overall layout. Whereas the original city had been drafted by Pierre Charles L’Enfant, the new plans were the work of Frank Lloyd WrAIght, an artificial intelligence already well known for its restoration work on Columbus and in the Manhatt Ruins.

      As the dome smoothly rotated, new vistas slid into view. To the south and east, the newly regrown city soared and gleamed, ablaze with lights. The population was still small—fewer than fifty thousand had moved back so far—but Koenig was more than confident that it would grow.

      If anything, there are always those who want to be as close to the seat of power as possible. He shook his head at the cynical thought.

       No—this is a time for optimism. A fresh start after the Confederation destroyed Columbus.

      We’re literally creating a new world for ourselves. He looked over at the man who should have been his enemy, and prayed his hopes were not unfounded.

      After a long moment’s silence, Kurz looked uncomfortable. “Herr Koenig, I’m not sure how to ask this …”

      Koenig had been fully briefed on the Confederation request. Since the massive cyber attack on the Genevan computer net months before, there were precious few Pan-European secrets to which USNA Intelligence was not privy. “I find the direct approach is generally the best,” he said. “Whatever it is, I’m sure I won’t find it that shocking.”

      “It is our intent,” Kurz said carefully in his heavily accented English, “as soon as may be possible, to send an expeditionary force to Kapteyn’s Star. We want to look for survivors, if any. We have reason to believe there may be such … on one of the inner planets of that system.”

      “I see …”

      “We also want to establish contact, if possible, with the Rosette entity.”

      Koenig smiled. His advisors had told him that when the Pan-Europeans made their request, he should put them off, that he should say that he would have to consult with his staff.

      “Of course, Herr Generalleutnant,” he said instead. “We would be most happy to take part in your expedition.”

      Kurz looked at him sharply. “I’m surprised, Mr. President. Gratified, but surprised! Don’t you need time to discuss this with your people?”

      “Not really. I was already aware of much of what you’ve just told me. I’m sure you knew this already.”

      “Well … yes …”

      “And you will also know that I don’t like games, political or otherwise.”

      “I can appreciate that, Mr. President.”

      Koenig glanced around, then pulled up a finder map on his in-head feed. He was in this throng somewhere … ah! There.

      Gene? Koenig called, sending a mind-to-mind call. Get your ass over here.

       On my way, Mr. President.

      Admiral Gene Armitage separated himself from a small mob on the other side of the huge room and made his way toward Koenig and the Pan-European general. Head of Koenig’s Joint Chiefs of Staff, Armitage was his principle military advisor and the man who would get the ball rolling in the planning of any new military operation.

      “Herr Generalleutnant Kurz … head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Admiral Armitage.”

      “We’ve met. Admiral? Good to see you again.”

      “At Geneva last month,” Armitage said, nodding. “A pleasure, sir.”

      “We’re going to be sending a contingent with the Confederation to Kapteyn’s Star, Gene,” Koenig said. “Discuss the details with the general, please, and then make it happen.”

      “Aye, aye, sir.” Armitage’s expression remained shuttered, giving nothing away. Which was commendable, seeing as he’d been the one who’d recommended that Koenig not give the Pan-Europeans an immediate answer.

      The biggest problem, Koenig thought, turning away and leaving the two to talk in private, was the fact that few in the USNA military trusted the Confederation СКАЧАТЬ