"Check on possible relationship between waxing of Alki and growth of 'lectrokelp. Have Lab One begin two LH clones. Map new data on dissidents - special attention to those associated with Rachel Demarest."
Would Legata even take his orders now?
The picture of Legata's face from the holorecord kept slipping back into his mind.
She trusted me.
Had she really trusted him? Why else would she go back to Lab One when her misgivings about it were all that apparent? With anyone else, he would have laughed at such musings, but not with Legata. She was painfully different from the others and he had already taken her too far.
Entertainment time.
It had not been as entertaining as he had expected. He recalled the first potent look of betrayal in her eyes when the sonics hit her. The sonics had driven away the clones; they already had taken their entertainment. But even heavy pain had not moved Legata. Despite sedation, she could hear Murdoch's commands. And the sedation had been designed to suppress her wil.... but she resisted. Murdoch's commands told her what to do, the clone was prepared, the equipment set - but even then, she had to be totally awash with pain before inflicting anything like her own agony on the clone. Most of the time, her gaze had sought out the holo scanner. She had stared directly into the scanner, and the dimming of her eyes gave him no pleasure, no pleasure at all.
She won't remember. They never do.
Most of the subjects begged, offered anything for the pain to stop. Legata simply stared at the scanner, wide-eyed. Somewhere in her, he knew, there had been awareness that she was totally helpless, totally subject to his every whim. It was a conditioning process. He wanted her to be like the rest. He could deal with that.
But he had been unprepared for the shock of her difference. Yes, she was different. What a shock, finally discovering this magnificent difference, to know that he had destroyed it. Whatever private trust they might have had was gone forever.
Forever.
She would never again trust him completely. Oh, she would obey - perhaps even more promptly now. But no trust.
He felt himself shaking with this knowledge. Tense, distracted. He had to force himself to relax, to concentrate on something which comforted.
Nothing is forever, he thought.
Presently, he drifted into his own peculiar arena of sleep, but it was a sleep haunted by the design on his cubby wall. The design took on distorted shapes from the holo of Legata in the Scream Room.
And Pandora was right out ther.... an.... and...tomorro....
HUMANKERRO: "Does the listener protect his own sense of understanding and consciousness?"
AVATA: "Ahhh, you are building barriers."
HUMANKERRO: "That's what you call the illusion of understanding, is it not?"
AVATA: "If you understand, then you cannot learn. By saying you understand, you construct barriers."
HUMANKERRO: "But I can remember understanding things."
AVATA: "Memory only understands the presence or absence of electrical signals."
HUMANKERRO: "Then what's the combination, the program for learning?"
AVATA: "Now you open the path. It is the program which counts in the most literal sense."
HUMANKERRO: "But what are the rules?"
AVATA: "Are there rules underlying every aspect of human life? Is that your question?"
HUMANKERRO: "That appears to be the question."
AVATA: "Then answer it. What are the rules for being human?"
HUMANKERRO: "But I asked you!"
AVATA: "But you are human and I am Avata."
HUMANKERRO: "Well, what are the rules for being Avata?"
AVATA: "Ahhhh, Humankerro, we embody such knowledge but we cannot know it."
HUMANKERRO: "You appear to be saying that such knowledge cannot be reduced to language."
AVATA: "Language cannot occur in a reference vacuum."
HUMANKERRO: "Don't we know what we're talking about?"
AVATA: "Using language involves much more than recognizing strings of words. Language and the world to which it refers. . ."
HUMANKERRO: "The script of the play."
AVATA: "The script, yes. The script of the game and its world must be interrelated. How can you substitute a word or some other symbol for every cellular element of your body?"
HUMANKERRO: "I can talk with my body."
AVATA: "For that, you do not need a script."
The mystery of consciousness? Erroneous data - significant results.
OAKES WATCHED the sentry on the Colony scanner. The man writhed and screamed in agony. The evening light of Alki cast long purple shadows which twisted as the man flopped and turned. The Current Outside Activity circuits reproduced the sounds of the sentry with clear fidelity, terrifyingly immediate. The man might be just outside this cubby's hatch instead of on Colony's north perimeter as the sensor log indicated.
The screams turned to a hoarse growl, like a turbine running down. There came a convulsive flopping, shudders, then quiet.
Oakes found that the sentry's first screams still echoed in memory and would not be silenced.
Runners! Runners!
There was no escaping Pandora anywhere groundside. Colony remained under constant siege. And at the Redoubt - sterilization was their only solution. Kill everything.
Oakes found that he had pressed his hands to his ears trying to quiet the memory of those screams. Slowly, he brought his hands down to the scanner controls, looking at them as though they had betrayed him. He had just been running through the available sensors, scanning for any random COA which might require his attention. An.... and he had encountered horror.
Images continued to play in his mind.
The sentry had clawed at his own eyes, ripping out the nerve tissue which Runners found so succulent. But he must have known what every Colonist knew - there could be no help for him. Once Runners contacted nerve tissue they could not be stopped until they encysted their clutch of eggs in his brain.