this.”
“Should we plan on delaying the release?” I asked in a careful voice.
“No,” replied Jimmy, raising some eyebrows. My question had been addressed to Kesselring.
“The one thing we have going for us right now is that the world still sees us in control,” continued Jimmy. “The public doesn’t perceive Atopia as being in any danger, even with these storms, so the pssi release schedule isn’t in any danger. If we begin delaying the release, we’ll open up a can of worms that will spill out uncontrollably, and who knows what else Terra Nova has planned.”
“Exactly, we have no idea what whoever planned this has in store,” I argued. “We need to initiate contingency plans immediately!”
“No, let’s not go down that path yet,” replied Jimmy calmly. “Give me six hours to assemble a special team and I’ll figure a path through this. We will not give up this easily.”
“My vote is with Jim,” said Hal immediately, looking towards Kesselring.
Jimmy looked up and around at the assembled Council members one by one, earning a nod from each.
As the Security Council meeting broke up, I materialized back in my office under an extremely heavy security blanket. Marie was there waiting for me.
“So it seems that we may yet be doomed to relive the past,” she said as I arrived. “Atopia, the island-city of the future, filled with magical beasts and people, may slip beneath the waves-legend passing into legend.”
I sighed.
“We have to slow down the release,” I said flatly, “or at least stop it for now.”
Things were moving so fast now that the phutures had completely destabilized. Everyone’s resolve to keep the program on track despite the mounting risks had been the last straw to force me into unilateral action. Things were out of control. I could see I would be alone in this.
“Give Sintil8 our authentication key to initiate,” I informed Marie. The pssi program would suffer in the short term, but it needed to be done.
“And did you set-up the meeting with the Terra Novans?” I asked. The time had come to lay all our cards on the table, for everyone’s benefit.
Marie nodded. If ever a proxxi could look nervous, she did now.
“We’re going to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to slow things down,” I added, trying to console Marie, or perhaps myself. “Something is happening with Jimmy I don’t understand, like someone else is controlling him.”
That thought floated quietly for a few moments.
“Well, no time like the present,” I said with a sigh, breaking the silence.
I pinged an urgent request for Jimmy to come down to my office in his first subjective. Marie made her own subjective scarce.
Leaning back in my chair, I tried to think of the right way to bring up a new and troubling discovery.
A moment later Jimmy appeared in one of my attending chairs, looking slightly annoyed. This was the new Jimmy of late, and I felt distinctly uncomfortable again.
“Patricia, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now,” he said impatiently. “What’s up that’s so important?”
I looked towards the ceiling, and then back at Jimmy, watching him carefully.
“Jimmy, I’ve been trying to locate your parents, but I can’t seem to find them anywhere out there.”
Jimmy looked at me and shrugged.
“I have no idea where they are. To tell you the truth, I couldn’t care less.”
“So you have no idea?” I asked again.
I’d taken a huge chance at the meeting by secretly installing invasive pssi-probes into the smarticle cloud during the session to get a bead on whether people were lying or telling the truth. As far as my probes could tell, so far Jimmy had been telling the truth, and he continued to.
“Nope. The last I heard, they were back in Louisiana, did you send some bots to track around down there?”
“Yes. Yes, I did try that. In fact, I’ve tried everything I can think of to locate them,” I answered, nodding.
Jimmy’s face darkened.
“Just like you can’t find the dolphins, right Patricia?”
Where was this coming from?
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “What dolphins?”
Years ago there had been an unresolved security incident that had been the beginning of the end of civil relations with Terra Nova. One of the outcomes had been the revocation of the work permits for the uplifted dolphins. We’d had to send them all back to Terra Nova, but they’d been all happy and healthy. I’d even checked in on the beautiful creatures myself after they’d been sent home.
Looking at him, I realized something was very wrong.
19
Identity: Jimmy Jones
I held Patricia’s gaze firmly, feeling anger begin to boil in me. Right now I just didn’t have time for this. I still felt a lot of affection for her, after all she had done for me, but it was hard to forgive her for the death of my beloved Samantha.
“Look, I don’t have any answers for you,” I replied with finality. Shaking my head impatiently, I clicked off my primary and left a splinter to continue chatting with her so I could get back to figuring out these storms.
I honestly didn’t know where my parents were. We hadn’t kept in touch after they’d left Atopia, or abandoned me here was more accurate. I was only fourteen at the time, but Patricia had already begun to take me under her wing by then. When they’d left so abruptly, she’d swooped in like a savior angel, pulling me in tight.
I felt bad about being so short with Patricia, but lately, I hadn’t had any time. To be honest, I’d found that talking to her had started to annoy me as I discovered the hypocrisies surrounding her. I felt like her loyalty to the cause, her own cause, just wasn’t there anymore.
On the other hand, if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t even be where I was. I remembered clearly the moment when Patricia had first come into my life. Almost involuntarily, a splinter wandered off back into my inVerse to experience the moment again, perhaps to try and rebuild my bond with Patricia as I felt it slipping.
Soon after my fourth birthday, Patricia had dropped in for a visit with my parents. Nancy Killiam and I were distant cousins, but our side of the family was where the dark horses ran. Patricia had seen an opportunity to bring us back into the fold when Atopia was being planned, and had extended a generous offer to my parents, Gretchen and Phil, to come on board the project.
It hadn’t exactly worked out as my family had hoped, or at least as my mother had hoped. She’d assumed that we’d be going for a drive down entitlement road. In reality, we’d ended up in a cramped three room cell near the bottom of the Atopian seascraper complex, hundreds of feet below the waterline.
Patricia’s visit that day had been both rare and uncomfortable.
“We’ve been following Jim lately,” said Patricia back then, accepting a hot cup of coffee from my mother’s proxxi, “and your boy is showing some really amazing talents.”
Mother just grimaced. “You’re sure you have the right Jimmy? Little stinker here is only good at hiding from mummy, aren’t you?”
Patricia watched Mother carefully.
“Yes, he is extremely good at hiding and evading. He manages to slip through some of our tightest security fences like a little fish wriggling through our fingers.” Patricia smiled as she said this.
“Yes, a little fish!” exclaimed Mother, ruffling my hair, holding me beside her and trying to exude loving motherhoodness. I flinched like a hand shy puppy.
“Gretchen, there’s something else.”
“Yes? What is it, Patricia? Nothing serious I hope.”
