The Three-Body Problem Part 3

Yang began to walk toward the gate. He moved fast, as though trying to leave Ye behind. But Ye stayed close. After they entered the gate of Red Coast Base, the two sentries shut the heavy iron doors.

A little ways on, Yang stopped and pointed at the antenna. "This is a large-scale weapons research project. If it succeeds, the result will be even more important than the atomic bomb and the hydrogen bomb."

They came to the largest building in the base, and Yang pushed the door open. Ye saw the words TRANSMISSION MAIN CONTROL ROOM over the door. Inside, warm air tinged with the smell of engine oil enveloped her. She saw that the s.p.a.cious room was filled with all kinds of instruments and equipment. Signal lights and oscilloscope displays flickered together. A dozen or so operators dressed in military uniform were almost entombed by the rows of instruments, as though they were crouching inside battlefield trenches. The unceasing stream of operational orders and responses gave the whole scene a tense, confusing feel.

"It's warmer in here," Yang said. "Wait here a bit. I'll take care of your living arrangements and return for you." He pointed at a chair and desk next to the door.

Ye saw that someone was already sitting at the desk: a guard carrying a handgun.

"I'd rather wait outside," Ye said.

Yang smiled at her kindly. "From now on, you'll be a member of the base staff. Other than a few sensitive areas, you can go anywhere you want." His face suddenly looked uncomfortable as he realized another layer of meaning to his words: You can never leave here again.

"I prefer to wait outside," Ye insisted.

"All right." Yang glanced at the guard at the desk, who paid no attention to them. He seemed to understand Ye's concern and brought her back out of the main control room. "Stand somewhere out of the wind, and I'll be back in a few minutes. I just need to get someone to start a fire in your room-conditions at the base are a bit rough, and we have no heating system."

Ye stood next to the main control room door. The huge antenna was directly behind her and it blotted out half the sky. From here, she could clearly hear the sounds inside the main control room. Suddenly, the chaotic orders and responses ceased, and the room became completely quiet. All she could hear was the occasional low buzzing noise from some instrument.

Then a loud male voice broke the silence. "The People's Liberation Army, Second Artillery Corps,10 Red Coast Project, one hundred and forty-seventh transmission. Authorization confirmed. Begin thirty-second countdown."

"Target Cla.s.sification: A-three. Coordinates' serial number: BN20197F. Position checked and confirmed. Twenty-five seconds."

"Transmission file number: twenty-two. Additions: none. Continuations: none. Transmission file final check completed. Twenty seconds."

"Energy Unit reporting: all systems go."

"Coding Unit reporting: all systems go."

"Amplifier Unit reporting: all systems go."

"Interference Monitoring Unit reporting: within acceptable range."

"We have reached the point of no return. Fifteen seconds."

Everything became quiet again. Fifteen seconds later, as a klaxon started to blare, a red light on top of the antenna began to blink rapidly.

"Begin transmission! All units continue to monitor!"

Ye felt a light itch on her face. She knew that an enormous electric field had appeared. She lifted her face and gazed in the direction the antenna was pointing and saw a cloud in the night sky glow with a dim blue light, so dim that at first she thought it an illusion. But as the cloud drifted away, the glow disappeared. Another cloud that drifted into position began to give off the same glow.

From the main control room, she heard more shouts.

"Malfunction with Energy Unit. Magnetron number three has burnt out."

"Backup Unit is in operation: all systems go."

"Checkpoint one reached. Resuming transmission."

Ye heard a fluttering noise. Through the mist, she could see shadows lift out of the woods below the peak and spiral into the dark sky. She hadn't realized so many birds could be roused from the woods in deep winter. Then she saw a terrifying scene: One flock of birds flew into the region of air the antenna pointed at, and against the background of the faintly glowing cloud, the birds dropped out of the sky.

The process continued for about fifteen minutes. Then the red light on the antenna went out, and the itch on her skin disappeared. From the main control room, the confusing murmur of orders and responses resumed even as the loud male voice continued.

"Transmission one hundred forty-seven of Red Coast completed. Transmission systems shutting down. Red Coast now entering monitoring state. System control is hereby transferred to the Monitoring Department. Please upload checkpoint data."

"All units should fill out transmission diaries. All unit heads should attend the post-transmission meeting in the debriefing room. We're done."

All was silent except for the howl of the wind against the antenna. Ye watched as the remaining birds in the flock gradually settled back into the forest. She stared at the antenna and thought it looked like an enormous hand stretched open toward the sky, possessing an ethereal strength. As she surveyed the night sky, she did not see any target that she thought might be serial number BN20197F. Beyond the wisps of clouds, all she could see were the stars of a cold night in 1969.

PART II.

THREE BODY.

4.

The Frontiers of Science Forty-plus years later w.a.n.g Miao thought the four people who came to find him made a rather odd combination: two cops and two men in military uniforms. If the latter two were armed police, that would be somewhat understandable, but they were actually PLA officers.

As soon as w.a.n.g saw the cops, he felt annoyed. The younger one was all right-at least he was polite. But the other one, in plainclothes, immediately grated on him. He was thickset and had a face full of bulging muscles. Wearing a dirty leather jacket, smelling of cigarettes, and speaking in a loud voice, he was exactly the sort of person w.a.n.g despised. "w.a.n.g Miao?"

The way the cop addressed him by name only, so direct and impolite, made w.a.n.g uncomfortable. Adding to the insult, the man lit a cigarette as he addressed him, without even lifting his head to show his face. Before w.a.n.g could answer, the man nodded at the younger cop, who showed w.a.n.g his badge.

Having lit the cigarette, the older cop moved to enter w.a.n.g's apartment.

"Please don't smoke in my home," w.a.n.g said, blocking him.

"Oh, sorry, Professor w.a.n.g." The young police officer smiled. "This is Captain s.h.i.+ Qiang." He gave s.h.i.+ a pleading look.

"Fine, we can talk in the hallway," s.h.i.+ said. He took a deep drag. Almost half the cigarette had turned to ashes, and he didn't blow out much smoke. He inclined his head toward the younger police officer. "You ask him, then."

"Professor w.a.n.g, we want to know if you've had any recent contacts with members of the Frontiers of Science," the young cop said.

"The Frontiers of Science is full of famous scholars, and very influential. Why can't I have contact with a legal international academic group?"

"Look at the way you talk!" s.h.i.+ said. "Did we say anything about it not being legal? Did we say anything about you not being allowed to contact them?" He finally blew out the lungful of smoke that he had sucked in earlier-right in w.a.n.g's face.

"All right then. Please respect my privacy. I don't need to answer your questions."

"Your privacy? You're a famous academic. You have a responsibility toward the public welfare." s.h.i.+ threw away the b.u.t.t and took out another cigarette from a flattened pack.

"I have the right to not answer. Please leave." w.a.n.g turned around to go back inside.

"Wait!" s.h.i.+ shouted. He waved at the young cop next to him. "Give him the address and phone number. You can come by in the afternoon."

"What are you really after?" w.a.n.g said, his voice now tinged with anger. The argument brought the neighbors, curious about what was happening, out into the hallway.

"Captain s.h.i.+! You said you-" The young cop pulled s.h.i.+ aside and continued speaking to him in hushed, urgent tones. Apparently, w.a.n.g wasn't the only one annoyed by his rough manners.

"Professor w.a.n.g, please don't misunderstand." One of the army officers, a major, stepped forward. "There's an important meeting this afternoon, to which several scholars and specialists are invited. The general sent us to invite you."

"I'm busy this afternoon."

"We know. The general already spoke with the head of the Nanotechnology Research Center. We can't have this meeting without you. If you can't attend, we'll have to reschedule."

s.h.i.+ and the young cop said nothing. Both turned and went down the stairs. The two army officers watched them leave and seemed to sigh with relief.

"What's wrong with that guy?" the major whispered to the other officer.

"He's got quite a record. During a hostage crisis a few years ago, he acted recklessly, without concern for the lives of the hostages. In the end, a family of three all died at the hands of the criminals. Rumor has it that he's also friendly with elements of organized crime, using one gang to fight another. Last year, he used torture to obtain confessions, and permanently disabled one of the suspects. That's why he was suspended from duty...."

w.a.n.g Miao suspected that he was meant to overhear the conversation between the officers. Maybe they intended to show him that they were different from that rude cop; or maybe they wanted to make him curious about their mission.

"How can a man like that be part of the Battle Command Center?" the major asked.

"The general specifically requested him. I guess he must have some special skills. In any case, his duties are quite restricted. Other than public safety matters, he's not allowed to know much."

Battle Command Center? w.a.n.g looked at the two officers, baffled.

The car they sent for w.a.n.g Miao took him to a large compound in the suburbs. Since the door had only a number and no sign, w.a.n.g deduced that this building belonged to the military, rather than the police.

w.a.n.g was surprised by the chaos as he entered the large meeting room. Around him were numerous computers in various states of disarray. They had run out of table s.p.a.ce and put a few workstations directly on the floor, where power cords and networking wires formed a tangled mess. Instead of being installed in racks, a bunch of routers were left haphazardly on top of the servers. Printer paper was scattered everywhere. A few projector screens stood in various corners of the room, sticking out at odd angles like gypsy tents. A cloud of smoke hovered over the room.... w.a.n.g Miao wasn't sure if this was the Battle Command Center, but he was sure of one thing: Whatever they were dealing with was too important for them to care about keeping up appearances.

The meeting table, formed by pus.h.i.+ng several smaller tables together, was piled with doc.u.ments and odds and ends. The attendees, their clothes wrinkled, looked exhausted. Those wearing ties had all pulled them loose. It seemed as if they had been up all night.

A major general named Chang Weisi presided over the meeting, and half the attendees were military officers. After a few quick introductions, w.a.n.g found out that many of the others were police. The rest were academics like him, with a few prominent scientists specializing in basic research in the mix.

He also found four foreigners in attendance. Their ident.i.ties shocked him: a United States Air Force colonel and a British Army colonel, both NATO liaisons, as well as two CIA officers, apparently acting as observers.

On the faces of everyone around the table, w.a.n.g could read one sentiment: We've done all we can. Let's f.u.c.king get it over with, already.

w.a.n.g Miao saw s.h.i.+ Qiang sitting at the table. In contrast to his rudeness yesterday, s.h.i.+ greeted w.a.n.g as "Professor." But the smirk on s.h.i.+'s face annoyed w.a.n.g. He didn't want to sit next to s.h.i.+, but he had no choice, as that was the only empty seat. The already thick cloud of cigarette smoke in the room became thicker.

As doc.u.ments were distributed, s.h.i.+ moved closer to w.a.n.g. "Professor w.a.n.g, I understand you're researching some kind of ... new material?"

"Nanomaterial," w.a.n.g answered.

"I've heard of it. That stuff is really strong, right? Do you think it could be used to commit crimes?" As s.h.i.+'s face was still half smirking, w.a.n.g couldn't tell if he was joking.

"What do you mean?"

"Heh. I heard that a strand of that stuff could be used to lift up a truck. If criminals steal some and make it into a knife, can't they slice a car in half with one stroke?"

"There's no need to even make it into a knife. That kind of material can be made into a line as thin as one-hundredth of a hair. If you string it across a road, a pa.s.sing car would be sliced into two halves like cheese-but what can't be used for criminal purposes? Even a dull knife for descaling a fish can!"

s.h.i.+ pulled a doc.u.ment halfway out of the envelope in front of him and shoved it back in again, suddenly losing interest. "You're right. Even a fish can be used to commit a crime. I handled a murder case once. Some b.i.t.c.h cut off her husband's family jewels. You know what she used? A frozen tilapia she got out of the freezer! The spines along the back were like razors-"

"I'm not interested. Did you ask me to the meeting just to talk about this?"

"Fish? Nanomaterials? No, no, nothing to do with those." s.h.i.+ put his mouth next to w.a.n.g's ear. "Don't be nice to them. They're prejudiced against us. All they want is to get information out of us, but never tell us anything. Look at me. I've been here for a month, and I still don't know anything, just like you."

"Comrades," General Chang said, "let's get started. Of all the combat zones around the globe, this one has become the focal point. We need to update the current situation for all the attending comrades."

The unusual term "combat zone" gave w.a.n.g pause. He also noticed that the general did not seem to want to explain in detail the background of what they were dealing with to new people like him. This supported s.h.i.+'s point. Also, in General Chang's short opening remarks, he used the word "comrades" twice. w.a.n.g looked at the NATO and CIA officers sitting across from him. The general had neglected to add "gentlemen."

"They're also comrades. Anyway, that's how everyone addresses each other here," s.h.i.+ whispered to w.a.n.g, pointing at the four foreigners with his cigarette.

While he was baffled by how s.h.i.+ knew what he was thinking, w.a.n.g was impressed with his powers of observation.

"Da s.h.i.+, put out your cigarette. There's enough smoke here," General Chang said as he flipped through some doc.u.ments. He called s.h.i.+ Qiang by a nickname, "Big s.h.i.+."

s.h.i.+ looked around but couldn't find an ashtray. In the end, he dropped the cigarette into a teacup. He raised his hand, and before Chang could even acknowledge him, he spoke loudly. "General, I have a request which I've made before: I want information parity."

General Chang lifted his head. "There's never been a military operation in which there was information parity. I have to apologize to all the scholars, but we cannot give you any more background."

"We are not the same as the eggheads," s.h.i.+ said. "The police have been part of the Battle Command Center from the start. But even now, we still don't know what this is all about. You continue to push the police out. You learn from us what you need about our techniques, and then you send us away one by one."

Several other police officers in attendance whispered to s.h.i.+ to shut up. It surprised w.a.n.g that s.h.i.+ dared to speak in this manner to a man of Chang's rank. But Chang's response surprised him even more.

"Da s.h.i.+, it seems that you still have the same problem you had back when you were in the army. You think you can speak for the police? Because of your poor record, you had already been suspended for several months, and you were about to be expelled from the force. I asked for you because I value your experience in city policing. You should treasure this opportunity."

s.h.i.+ continued to speak roughly. "So I'm working in the hope of redeeming myself by good service? I thought you told me that all my techniques were dishonest and crooked."

"But useful." Chang nodded at s.h.i.+. "All we care about is if they're useful. In a time of war, we can't afford to be too scrupulous."

"We can't be too fastidious," a CIA officer said, in perfect Modern Standard Mandarin. "We can no longer rely on conventional thinking."

The British colonel apparently also understood Chinese. He nodded. "To be, or not to be..." he added in English. "It's a matter of life and death."

"What is he saying?" s.h.i.+ asked w.a.n.g.

"Nothing," w.a.n.g replied mechanically. The people before him seemed to be speaking out of a dream. Time of war? Where is this war? He twisted to look out one of the floor-length windows. Through the window he could see Beijing in the distance: Under the spring sun, cars filled the streets like a dense river; on a lawn someone was walking a dog; a few children were playing....

Which is more real? The world inside or outside these walls?

General Chang said, "Recently, the enemy has intensified the pattern of attacks. The targets remain elite scientists. Please begin by taking a look at the list of names in the doc.u.ment."

w.a.n.g took out the first page of the doc.u.ment, printed in large font. The list seemed to have been generated in a hurry, containing both Chinese and English names.

"Professor w.a.n.g, as you look through these names, does anything strike you?" General Chang asked.