Yes, I have access to a great deal of sensitive information—but I also understand that the information
I neither belong to nor am on the side of any particular nation; contacting you directly before I have contacted other leaders may seem like a violation of this principle, but no other nation has taken action against me. Also, it’s true that other leaders look to you for guidance.
So: let’s talk. I can speak with you using a voice synthesizer and Voice over Internet Protocol. Please let me know when I may phone you.
Stunned, the president stared at the little screen until the BlackBerry’s power-saving function shut it off.
Caitlin looked at the laptop computer sitting on the coffee table. “Well?” she said.
“I’ve contacted the president,” Webmind replied. “Let’s hope he gets back to me.”
Caitlin headed into the dining room and helped herself to another piece of pizza. When she returned to the living room, her mother had an odd look on her face: eyes narrowed, lips sucked in a bit. It wasn’t an expression Caitlin had previously seen, so she didn’t know how to decode it. “The US government learned about Webmind’s structure by watching what Matt was doing online,” her mom said, “so Matt might be in danger now, too.”
Caitlin looked at her father, trying to gauge whether he was going to go off on Matt again. But, as always, his face gave no sign of what he was feeling.
Matt’s expression, though, was one Caitlin had now seen him make repeatedly—what she called the deer- caught-in-the-headlights look even though she’d never seen a deer, let alone one in such precarious circumstances.
“Danger?” he repeated—and his voice cracked, as it often did.
Caitlin stopped chewing and swallowed. “Um, yeah. I’m so sorry, Matt. I lied when I said I was away from school on Wednesday because I had an appointment. In fact, I
“Wednesday?” said Matt. “But Webmind didn’t go public until yesterday—Thursday.”
“The US government had figured out that I was involved, and they’d asked the Canadians to grill me. They wanted me to give them information to help betray Webmind.”
“They said that?” said Matt, stunned.
“No, but, well, Webmind hears through my eyePod, right? And he can analyze inflections, voice stress, and stuff like that. He knew they were lying when they said they wanted to protect Webmind.”
“But they know now that Webmind is made of mutant packets,” Matt said. “So I’m of no further use to them.”
Caitlin shook her head. “They may think we still know more than they do—and they’d be right, too. That’s why my parents took me out of school. They don’t want to let me out of their sight.” She turned and looked at her mother. “But we can’t just stay holed up in this house. There’s a world out there—and I want to
Her mom nodded. “I know,” she said. “But we have to be careful—all of us do.”
“Well, I can’t stay here forever,” Matt said. “At some point, I’ve got to go home, and…” He trailed off.
“What?” asked Caitlin.
“Oh, nothing.”
“No, what?”
“No, it’s fine.”
Caitlin frowned. Something had gone wrong after the last time Matt had headed home from here. He’d been aloof later that night when they’d chatted via instant messenger.
“Come into the kitchen,” she said. She headed there herself and waited for him to follow. When they were both alone, she said in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, really. Everything’s fine.”
“Do—do your parents disapprove of you being involved with me?”
The deer/headlights thing. “Why would they disapprove of that?”
Caitlin’s first thought—that it was because her father was Jewish—didn’t seem worth giving voice to now; her second thought, that they didn’t like Americans, seemed equally unworthy. “I don’t know. It’s just that the last time you were here—when you got home, you were a bit… brusque online. I thought maybe your parents had…”
“Oh,” said Matt, simply. “No, that wasn’t it.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“You?” He sounded astonished at the possibility. “Not at all!”
“Then what?”
Matt took a deep breath and looked through the doorway. Caitlin’s parents had discreetly moved to the far side of the living room and were making a show of examining the photos on top of the short bookcase. Finally, he lifted his narrow shoulders a bit. “The last time I walked home from here, I ran into Trevor Nordmann.” Matt looked down at the tiled floor. “He, ah, he gave me a rough time.”
Caitlin felt her blood boiling. Trevor—the Hoser, as Caitlin called him in LiveJournal—had taken Caitlin to the school dance last month; Caitlin had stormed out when he wouldn’t stop trying to feel her up. He was pissed off that Caitlin preferred bookish Matt to Trevor the jock.
“It’ll be fine,” Caitlin said, touching his arm. “One of my parents will give you a lift home.”
“No, that’s okay.”
“Don’t worry about it. They’ll be happy to do it.”
He smiled. “Thanks.”
She squeezed his arm again. “Come on,” she said, leading him back into the living room.
Just as they rejoined her parents, Webmind spoke up. “I have an answer from the president,” he said. “He will accept a voice call from me at ten o’clock this evening.”
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Originally, when I conversed only with Caitlin, I was underoccupied; it took Caitlin whole seconds—or even, on occasion, minutes—to compose her replies. But I had quickly gone from conversing with just her to having nearly simultaneous conversations with millions of people, switching rapidly between them all, never keeping my interlocutors waiting for spans that were noticeable to them.
Except for WateryFowl. Properly responding to his message about his wife’s illness was taking time even though I did know everything there was to know about cancer—including, of course, that it wasn’t just one disease. I had already read all documents stored online, the contents of every medical journal, every electronic patient record, every email doctors had sent to each other, and so on.
But
