Marooned in Realtime

his hand he pointed at the seven. They were all in the first few rows, but with the exception of Blumenthal who sat at the edge of the low-techs — they were spread out, each an isolated human being.

Della Lu was dressed in something gray and shapeless. Her head injuries had been repaired, but the temporary substitute for her implants was a bulky interface band. She was into her weirdness act. Her eyes roamed randomly around the theater. Her expression flickered through various emotions, none having reasonable connection with the scene around her. Yet without her firepower, Wil knew, Philippe Genet and Monica Raines could not have been persuaded to attend.

Genet sat three rows in front of Della. For all that his attendance was coerced, he seemed to be enjoying himself. He leaned against the edge of the bench behind him, his hands resting across his middle. The smile on his face held the same amused arrogance Wil had seen at the North Shore picnic.

There was no pleasure in Monica Raines' narrow face. She sat with hands tightly clasped, her mouth turned down at one side. Before the meeting, she'd made it clear that things had merely turned out as she had predicted. The human race had zapped itself once again; she had no interest in attending the wake.

Yelen had retreated to the far end of the front bench, as far from the rest of humanity as one could sit. Her face was pale, the previous emotion gone. She watched him intently. For all her mocking, she believed him... and revenge was all she had left now.

Wil let the silence stretch through two beats. 'For various reasons, several of these seven might want to destroy the settlement. Tunc Blumenthal and Della Lu may not even be human — Juan has warned us often enough about the exterminators. Monica Raines has made no secret of her hostility towards the human race. Tammy Robinson's family has the announced goal of breaking up the colony.'

'Wil!' Tammy was on her feet, her eyes wide. 'We would never kill to —' She was interrupted by Della Lu's quiet laughter. She looked over her shoulder and saw the wild look on Lu's face. She looked back at Wil, her lips trembling. 'Wil, believe me.'

Brierson waited for her to sit before he continued; the counts on his display flat were 00:10:11 and 00:23:31. 'Evidently, a good motive is of no use in identifying the enemy. So let's look at the enemy's actions. Both the Peacer and NM governments were infiltrated. Can they tell us anything about who we're up against?' Wil looked across the low-techs, Peacers and NMs together. He recognized top staff people from both sides. Several shook their heads. Someone shouted, 'Fraley must have known!'

The last President of the Republic sat alone. His uniform still bore insignia, but he was slouched forward, his elbows on his knees and his hands propping up his chin. 'Mr. President?' Wil said softly.

Fraley looked up without raising his head. Even his hatred for Wil seemed burnt out. 'I just don't know, Brierson. All our talks were over the comm. He used a synthetic voice and never sent video. He was with us almost from the beginning. Back then, he said he wanted to protect us from Korolev, said we were the only hope for stability. We got inside data, a few medical goodies. We didn't even see the machines that made the deliveries. Later on, he showed me that someone else was backing the Peacers.... From there, he owned our souls. If the Peace had high-tech backing, we'd be dead without our own. More and more, I was just his mouthpiece. In the end, he was all through our system.' Now Fraley raised his head. There were dark rings around his eyes. When he spoke again, there was a strange intensity in his voice; if his old enemy could forgive him, perhaps he could himself. 'I had no choice, Brierson. I thought if I didn't play ball, whoever was behind the Peace would kill us all.'

A woman — Gail Parker-shouted, 'So you had no choice, and the rest of us followed orders. And — and like good little troopers, we all cut our own throats!'

Wil raised his hand. 'It doesn't matter, Gail. By that time, the enemy had complete control of your system. If you hadn't pushed the buttons, they would have been pushed for you.' The short count on his display read 00:08:52. A map of the land around Castle Korolev suddenly flashed on the display, together with the words: 'WIL: HE IS ARMED. GUNS AS ON MAP. I STILL SAY TO GO FOR IT. I'M READY ON THE MARK... 00:08:51.'

Wil cleared the screen with a casual motion and continued talking. 'It's too much to expect that the enemy would have given away his name.... Yet I'm sure Kim Tioulang had figured it out. There was some particular person he was trying to avoid when he talked to me at the North Shore picnic; he was trying to get to Town Korolev when he was murdered.

'And that raises an interesting question. Steve Fraley is a smart guy. What would Kim see that Steve would not? Kim went back a long way. He was one of the three planetary Directors of the Peace Authority. He was privy to every secret of that government....' Wil looked at Yelen. 'We've concentrated so much on superscientific plots and villains, we've forgotten the Machiavellis who came before us.'

'There's no way our enemy could be a low-tech.' Yelen's words were an objection, but there was sudden enthusiasm in her eyes.

Wil leaned across the podium. 'Perhaps not now... but originally?' He pointed at Lu. 'Consider Della. She grew up in the early twenty-first, was a top Peace cop. She also lived through most of the twenty-second. And now she's probably the most powerful high-tech of all.'

Della had been mumbling to herself. Now her dark eyes came alive. She laughed, as if he had made a joke. 'So true. I was born when people still died of old age. Kim and I fought for the last empire. And we fought dirty. Someone like me would be a tough enemy for the likes of you.'

'If it's Della, we're dead,' said Yelen. And revenge is impossible.

Wil nodded. The count stood at 00:07:43. 'Who else fills the requirements? Someone high in the Peacer command structure. Of course, GreenInc shows that none of you high-techs have such a past. So this hypothetical other must have eluded capture during the