Regenesis. Part 27

Chapter iii.

May 10, 2424 1328 H.

Information, encouragingly abundant, in Florian's opinion, had begun flowing along new channels. The new security team, and the domestic staff, were finally due to arrive for duty in Wing One. The security team was ready as of now, since ReseuneSec had finished their doc.u.mentationbut they weren't setting foot in Wing One, and neither were the domestics, until Justin and Grant finished their report, which they said would take longer than they thought.

And there'd been a problem. Justin was waiting on getting general manuals from Library indefinitely postponed, as they found out, because Justin's inquiry had triggered security alerts, and Justin hadn't been aware that lower ReseuneSec levels were investigating his request and stalling it purposefully until the probe had gotten high enough in the ReseuneSec systemnamely Hicks' officeto contact sera's officeas the ones with their finger on Justin.

That was a mistake on their own part, as Florian saw it: they should have foreseen that Justin's inquiry might have raised a flagconsidering his connections. Sena had called Yanni, Yanni had called Hicks, and Hicks had sent out an order to free those items up, so they'd finally gotten to Justin . . . days late, but ten minutes after sera had found it out.

Catlin had requested a few more rounds of tape-study on protocols for the security group, to keep them busy until Justin could do his work. The new domestic staff, meanwhile, had finished their preparation and pa.s.sed sera's final scrutiny, and they might be brought in once their manuals clearedmuch simpler than the ReseuneSec lot, so. given Justin's prior problems with clearance, Florian called up Hicks' office and made his own personal request, firmlywhich got other manuals liberated, to him, at least, who couldn't read themand who had no permission on file to have them. He took them personally to Justin's office, solving one more bottleneck, and stacking more work on Justin and Grant, who were working extra hours and taking computer time running interface studies among sera's staff. Most household staffs didn't get that degree of lookover, but sera's wasn't the sort that could ever discharge a member and have them easily plugged in elsewhere. There was too much special knowledge: there were too many security issues.

So they delayed that, too, and by now Justin and Grant were running short of sleep.

But today their own promised ReseuneSec authorization clearances had come through, an apparently earnest demonstration of Hicks' good will, a pa.s.s alleged to give them access to anything in ReseuneSec files, inside Reseune itselfand to ride ReseuneSec access through any door in the outside worldwell, any door ReseuneSec itself could pa.s.s.

Any door? They tested their new access, just running through local files ... not using Base One, but a system-free set of computers they used for handling any outside contact. They could display the second-system content on the same set of screens as Base One, they could keyboard to the alternate system from the same station, or switch back and forth between operating systems in absolute securityFlorian was rather proud of that finesse. He'd done a fair amount of set-up, connecting up what would be the new security facility downstairs, so that all of it, the new office and residency as yet unoccupied, and the outpouring of ReseuneSec's version of cla.s.sified material via their new link, came smoothly into their office via the same secure pipea pipe that flowed both ways, but didn't ever breach Base One's isolation.

Everything from those two sources, ReseuneSec and their own upcoming security office, once it had staff, would dump to the system-free computers in their office, to be carefully gone over before anything touched a Base One computer. Base One could reach out to it, read-only, would compare what ReseuneSec files contained against what it could find internally, and deliver that daily report, too.

There were, on the daily sheet from ReseuneSec, no current takedown operations anywhere in Reseune.

There was a tolerably serious matter involving stolen meds from a pharmacy . . . case solved. They'd argue that one in court. Base One had interesting information on that: the pilferer was an employee with previous security issues. That would stop.

The list went on, including actionable adultery, minor theft, public nuisance, and other CIT misbehaviors. Azi were rarely involved in any such goings-on, and if they were, the motives tended to be very different.

"Quiet day," Catlin remarked.

Real-time access to ReseuneSec's daily logs provided them a window on a level of ordinary misdeed they hadn't hitherto investigated. It was interesting, to pick up the pulse of the house. The town itself, down the hill, had its own brand of mischief: the drunken theft of a tractor, and the destruction of a piglot fence down in AGthe individual was charged the repairs. There had been minor pilferage in the food production unit, solved with a reprimand.

Far from the focus of their interest. Too much concentration on CIT actions could be, for one thing, stultifying, things over which an azi simply had to shake his head in slight puzzlement, never grasping the nature of the faultexcept to say it broke rules by which born-men in responsible jobs and relations.h.i.+ps were supposed to abide.

Policing the labs and town was part of the job ReseuneSec did, generally CIT and azi pairs doing that: but none of these things affected Ari's safety . . . and their very access of these items, using ReseuneSec's access, not Base One, left a trail which might interest Hicksthat was actually desirable, so Hicks would see them using the connection. What was intriguing was not the data, which they could always get via Base One, but the extent of the data which Hicks afforded them, which was a test of Hicks and his staff, not the data.

Reseune's ordinary tenor of domestic life was, in fact, most often quieta collection of scientists, administrators, some businessmen, shopkeepers, builders, and service people all observing the law, give or take their personal idiosyncrasiesthat was the expected daily event. The largest national upheaval of the afternoon was an ocean storm that had rolled in on Novgorod and taken down three coastal precip towers at the river port, surely a bit of excitement to their south. There was redundancy for that situation, and three towers lost on a web that size was by no means a crisis, though a regional collapse of the s.h.i.+eld was certainly newsworthy. The temporary reliance on backup was delaying flights and river cargo out of Novgorod, and disruption in anythinga bargeload of supply orders for Reseune and Big Blue, for instancecould afford an opportunity for dishonest efforts to slip in and do harm.

It was nicely organized data. Tabular, it was certainly easier to read than the absolute flood of information Base One could deliver in a full spateBase One didn't sort outstandingly well. Sera said that sorting, in itself, was a bias, best done in your head, if you scanned well.

They were aware of that, they did scan well, at a speed nearly up to sera's, and Florian wondered what ReseuneSec was hiding from its low-level agencies by providing them these nicely organized things to look at.

All sorts of things could lie between and behind those neat tables.

"They think they'll be s.h.i.+pping again by 1800h," Catlin remarked, from her station.

"1800," Florian echoed, mildly absent. Me was already chasing down another, much more adventurous track on their s.h.i.+ny new authorizations, one that took him into Planys systems: Hicks had noted their interest in the Patil case and had flagged an item for their attention.

Florian sent the interesting find, a letter, to Catlin's screen & again, something Hicks wanted them to see.

Dr. Raymond Thieu was the sender. The recipient was Dr. Sandi Patil. The letter was a week old. This and other items turned up on a simple Base One search of the professor's mailbox. Easy to do, and trackless: ReseuneSec probes left no footprints except in ReseuneSec itself and in Base Two. which was Yanni's Base. Base One left none at all. The Base One search had already turned up nothing from Patil to Thieu within the last month. The other two letters, also from Thieu to Patil, were not interesting.

"Apparently a mundane letter, which proves Thieu is still writing Patil. This comes from Hicks."

"Noted," Catlin said. "She hasn't answered any of them. She answered prior letters, but not immediately."

It was a chatty letter, advising Dr. Patil to read this article and that in Scientia, offering a little commentary on the dullness of life at Planys, asking about a dues renewalDr. Thieu complained he couldn't remember whether or not he had renewed his professional members.h.i.+p in the teaching fraternity, and he asked Patil whether she had gotten the solicitation for members.h.i.+p yet because he didn't want to go through the organization office, reason unstated. He also asked whether she happened to have the recall number of a book, the t.i.tle of which he couldn't find on the net & Odd, since the booklist was a basic function of the scholarly net. Was that some verbal code? Or simply the truth of an old man's suddenly fading memory?

And Thieu asked, at the end, whether she had heard from Jordan Warrick. It was probably what had made Hicks flag it to them.

& He went back to Reseune. He hasn't written yet. He's probably busy. You ought to call him. You remember Jordan. Tall, brown hair. Nice manners & It went on for two more rambling paragraphs about the too-spicy restaurant fare in Planys and the need for more variety. " 'Nice manners,' " Florian quoted wryly. "It seems mundane enough," Catlin said, "at first glance."

"One could wonder if Thieu did provide that card."

"He complains about losing a library t.i.tle."

"Let's see what ReseuneSec wants to tell us about the rest of his correspondence."

Florian searched down the list, flashed thirty-four files up at once, windowed a few up with a scroll through. Compared that to what Base One had. "Looks complete." Base One had already been through the lot. Base One had an interesting little program that could a.n.a.lyze letters for style. If it found stylistic anomalies in what was certainly from the same hand, it could throw a useful spotlight on verbal code. None found, except the new letter.

But re the issue of Thieu's mental conditionFlorian slipped a quiet, trackless Base One inquiry into Planys Medical, and what that pulled up on Thieu indicated Dr. Thieu's rejuv was indeed failing, as Jordan Warrick had described.

"Failing rejuv and mental lapses. This, from Base One. Maybe the request for the book number is real. He may have entered the wrong t.i.tle in his search."

Catlin, meanwhile, had done a little Base One work on her own, last week: Jordan's Planys records were there, too, spa.r.s.e, on the medical front. And those results now popped to screen 4. "Contrast with Jordan Warrick. He seems in excellent health. No self-administered drug use or other complaints."

"Note the address," Florian said, flagging the item on the medical record. Jordan's physical address was listed as #18G in Pleiades Residency. And that had just rung a bell, against the address from Thieu's medical records.

#19G. Pleiades Residency.

"Next door neighbors, it seems."

Catlin probed further. "Moved" was the designation that turned up on screen, regarding Jordan's records this week. "Jordan's personal files aren't there, to the ReseuneSec probe. This is interesting. ReseuneSec can't reach them."

The Base One record didn't have those same holes in it. "Note. Those files are still there, for Base Onebut they're gone, to our supposedly highest-level ReseuneSec inquiry."

"Well," Catlin said. "So either our ReseuneSec clearance isn't quite as high as it might be & or somebody's blocked those files from them. Yanni could certainly do that."

"I wonder about Jordan's minder notes?" Florian said. "We had those last week."

"Moved." Base One easily found thema lengthy list of Jordan's goings and comings and the occasional note about a need for coffee or Paul's notes for Jordan about gym schedules. But Thieu's popped right up, along with all Thieu's bioprints, as good as a door key. And Jordan's were still accessible to Base One, which didn't recognize the fake erasures.

"Curious," Florian observed, "gone into the same folder as the rest of Jordan's records. Either Hicks isn't being allowed to access it & which would warn him that somebody, notably Yanni. doesn't want him to access those filesor Hicks lied when he said our access would be top level. Oh, this is good, inside Thieu's minder notes, did you note this? Lunch with Jordan, the day Jordan left Plain'sJordan broke that appointment because he was in the air."

"And Jordan detested him?"

Florian scanned the appointments. "Once a week or solunch with Jordan. Next door neighbors. Or across the hall." Florian called up a schematic of the residency strip in question. "Actually opposite each other. Certainly looks like a close a.s.sociation."

"Jordan knew we could check," Catlin asked, "but he lied, all the same. He gave that card to Justin. He knew we were watching. And ReseuneSec, which takes orders from Yanni, can't get to these particular files & or our new access can't. Another lie?"

"ReseuneSec lying doesn't surprise me too much," Florian said. "And Jordan's hard to understand on every level. Including, very clearly, doing things he knows we'll notice."

"He claimed to dislike Thieu. Called him a dodderer."

"And yet has lunch with him regularly. He and Paul."

"How old is Thieu, actually?" Catlin asked.

Florian keyed back to the medicals, convenient hop on Base One. "Hundred sixty-four." Once rejuv began to lose its effect. it took only a matter of months for a man who looked forty to start looking his actual age, losing the attributes of youth, acquiring ailments, losing facultiesand a hundred sixty-four was definitely in that territory. "If rejuv is failing him, he'll go fast, at that age. I'd think he hasn't doddered long, actually."

"And Jordan was living there for twenty years," Catlin said, "next door to him, unless there's been a recent change of residence, and a very recent change in Thieu's medical status." Click-click-click, from Catlin's console, Jordan's medical records going back and back to 2404. "No. Jordan had that address from the week he arrived. Thieu was there, too, from 2398."

"The information Jordan gave sera is missing some interesting pieces, for sure. Now Thieu dodders. And in his latest letter Thieu jogs Patil's memory about who Jordan is."

"Rejuv failure," Catlin said. "Maybe Thieu's short-term memory is going."

"Must be contagious. Forgetfulness seems to have infected Patil, too. She claims no connection with Jordan at all. Yet Thieu, whose memory is going, thinks she'd remember him. I wonder what we could find in her letter files."

"Worth noting."

Those records, except what Yanni might have, lay outside Reseune System. "Base Cue could try to crack University System, but it's not guaranteed to leave no traces." Florian said. "We probably shouldn't try it. We can take what Yanni's got. And his files on Thieu. If Thieu's dying whether or not Thieu has all his facultiesthat might stir somebody to make a move, whatever's going on."

"Thieu couldn't possibly have antic.i.p.ated Jordan leaving Planys," Catlin said. "Jordan didn't expect security to pull him and Paul out of their office and put them on the plane."

Florian ran further through medical records. "Thieu's doctor records cognitive function definitely suffering. Short-term memory markedly impaired. Long-term recall can be intact for a time."

"So back to his giving Jordan the carddid he have enough faculties left for that?"

"Maybe. Maybe Jordan had it without his knowing. Jordan had access in his apartment. The one thing that didn't happen was Thieu knowing Jordan was being released and giving him the card as something to do once he got out, because he didn't know Jordan was leaving. As you say, he couldn't know. That intention was in sera's mind, but not in any record."

"The current letter," Catlin said. "Thieu wants Patil to look up Jordan. He's trying to get them together. Whatever the state of his mind, that's apparently somewhere on his agenda, for some reason."

"And what is Jordan, besides a Special in educational psych design? Very friendly with people in Citizens, in Defense, and people with ties to the Abolitionists."

"We don't know that he knew the nature of the Abolitionist connection," Catlin said.

"He was certainly tapped into the network that moves people and items for the dissidentssome twenty years ago. It doesn't say he's trying to establish such connections again. He can't call outside, anyway. He was barred from mail, to anybody but Justin. He still is. Justin can make a call for him. But Justin didn't. And a restaurant wasn't the place to pa.s.s on something Jordan didn't want us to investigate. He was asking for attention."

"A card is a stupid way to keep an address. It's just good for pa.s.sing it on. If Thieu gave Jordan that card and wanted him to call Patil, Jordan could just have memorized the address and phone number, then simply tossed the card into recycling. He didn't do it in Planys; he didn't do it here. He either slipped it through a security search, or, more likely in that regard, he actually acquired itor produced ithere."

"And then." Florian said, "he handed that particular card to Justin on a night when he was absolutely certain to be watched. There's certainly a lot here that doesn't make sense. CITs don't make sense. But this one is a real puzzle."

A moment of silence. Then Catlin said: "It's still tempting to think he got the card from Thieu. We're a.s.suming that, because of Thieu's a.s.sociation with Patil. Thieu didn't need to give him a card. It doesn't make sense, except the fact Thieu has been talking about this Dr. Patil for years. Maybe there's been a long term effort, on both sides of the Tethys Sea, to get those two togetherfor whatever reason."

"It opens up a lot of possibilities."

"It does."

"The old connections," Florian said. "Reestablished. He was a friend of Thieu's. That there was a connection to Patil at Planys doesn't mean there isn't a connection to Thieu or Patil here in Reseune. These are born-men. They have that social dimension. Knowing people who know peoplethose connections matter. Don't they?" Florian swung his chair around. "The card itself can tell us, with luck. I'm betting ReseuneSec has already run the check on the card's chip. Let's see what they found."

He hit keys in quick succession, macros for their clearances, and a search into ReseuneSec files.

a.n.a.lysis of the problematic card itself was in. It did include its microscopic markersa very nice precaution from Giraud's time as head of ReseuneSecwhich indicated that the office supplies used in the card indeed belonged to PlanysLabs.

"Entirely reasonable for ReseuneSec to a.s.sume it was printed in Planys," Florian said. "Planys markers."

"Physically reasonable to a.s.sume it. But anyone with Planys card stock could print it, here or there."

An e-card, never manifest as paper, was the common way for CITs to trade addresses, often arriving as an attachment to a sig line, available for print, available to be shot straight into address files if one trusted the sender.

And for office use, it was common to print a card out physically off the signature line of a letter, including even its chip-load, if the computer in question had the chip-write feature. Careful offices tended to prefer physical cards for introductions and follow-upbut they wouldn't routinely slide a card from some random visitor into their systems. Some cards had proved to carry more than ROM. Some could be quite maliciousa little matter some offices in the world had discovered the hard way.

Content, however, was disappointing. It was Patil's academic vita on the card, nothing special. Her bibliography, nothing untoward, in surface appearance. Check of the bibliography against her actual record in file in Yanni's office produced no variances.

"Still possible," he said, "that Jordan could have brought card stock and paper from Planys. Card stock wouldn't necessarily be viewed as contraband."

Catlin clicked keys. "Jordan's file. List of what they did find in his luggage'."

That went to Florian's second screen.

" 'Paper goods,' " Florian read. "So we can officially wonder what that encompa.s.ses."

"Or & back to the original a.s.sumption," Catlin said, "Thieu gave it to him and Jordan just walked through customs. Sandwiched in with a stack of blank cards, it wouldn't show on a quick and dirty scan. But again, he could have printed it here, himselfif he could find a printer that wasn't micro-tagged. He doesn't have access to one."

"If it came from Planys, Jordan took real pains to get it here and put it in our hands. Yanni said that Thieu was upset with the reactivation of the terraforming project; he'd been an activist scientist, in his day. So was Jordan. That gives Jordan a motive: political. Jordan's old alliance with Centrists. His tendency to play both sides of the game. His anger against sera." He swung back to the second screen. "So what else did security find on him, in the search? Personal notes?"

"Repro'ed and already returned to him. Dense. Scientific." Those had flashed to one screen, at least the initial page, which was overwritten with Jordan's hand notes. There was computer storage. That was huge, encompa.s.sing Paul's personal manual, specifically, with all its files internal to the computer & nothing reliant on Library. Jordan hadn't had Library access to other manuals. Just that one. Someone must have given him the entire thing, subfolders and all. There were image files. There were more notes, in the peculiar shorthand of design.

"Not beyond sera to decipher. We could ask her if it's significant. Or if there's anything embedded in it. I'm sure Hicks has had to refer the notes to experts. I'm sure Paul's manual would be significantif sera could find time to look at it."

"Jordan and Paul's computers were returned within the week. His notes came with it. His books. He was complaining two months ago about access to his own past publications. We know the files he's gotten at since he got clearance. Sera might recognize something in that list that we couldn't."

"Interesting thought," Florian said. "Just a second." He called up that list and ran a filter. It took a moment.

"Well," Catlin said.

"Every one of those publications has Ari Senior's articles, as well as some they co-wrote. Not too surprising, since they worked together."

"Interesting, though."

"Topics &" More keys. "Integrations. Nothing at all to do with Patil."

"Nothing to do with Patil at all."

"Integrations was the subject of his quarrel with Justin. And integrations isn't in his field."

"Justin's working in that field. He had a quarrel with that, and with the first Ari's style."

"Could he have picked the fight as part of a diversion?" Florian asked. "Possibly preparing Justin or Grant for some intervention?"