His brow furrowed. 'Maybe ... maybe it is just a story. Impossible to check by asking. The man who brought it into the chain, Julio Negroni, died a couple of weeks into the experiment, and the man he got it from, a cellmate in Raiford, was executed long ago.'
'The cellmate was a scientist?'
'So he said. Murdered his wife and children in cold blood. Should be easy enough to check the news records, I guess around '22 or '23.'
'Yeah. I can do that tonight.' I went back to the serving table and poured a splash of rum into the coffee. It was too good a rum to waste that way, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I remember thinking that phrase. I didn't yet know quite how desperate the times were.
'Cheers.' Mendez raised his cup as I sat back down. I tipped mine toward him.
A short woman with long flowing gray hair came over with a handset. 'Dr. Class?' I nodded and took it. 'It's a Dr. Harding.'
'My mate,' I explained to Mendez. 'Just checking to make sure I got here.'
Her face on the handset was the size of my thumbnail, but I could see she was clearly upset. 'Julian-there's something going on.'
'Something new?' I tried to make that sound like a joke, but could hear the shakiness in my voice.
'The Journal jury rejected the paper.'
'Jesus. On what grounds?'
'The editor says they 'decline to discuss it' with anyone but Peter.'
'So what does Peter – '
'He's not home!' A tiny hand fluttered up to knead her forehead. 'He wasn't on the flight. The cottage in St. Thomas says he checked out last night. But somewhere between the cottage and the airport he ... I don't know...'
'Have you checked with the police on the island?'
'No ... no; that's the next step, of course. I'm panicking. I just wanted to, you know, hoped he had talked to you?'
'Do you want me to call them? You could – '
'No, I'll do it. And the airlines, too; double-check. I'll get back to you.'
'Okay. Love you.'
'Love you.' She switched off.
Mendez had gone off to refresh his coffee. 'What about this jury? Is she in trouble?'
'We both are. But it's an academic jury, the kind that decides whether a paper gets published.'
'Sounds like you have a lot tied up in this paper. Both of you.'
'Both of us and everybody else in the world.' I picked up the red plug. 'This is automatically oneway?'
'Right.' He jacked in and then I did.
I wasn't as good at transmitting as he was, even though I was jacked ten days a month. It had been the same with Marty the day before: if you're used to two-way, you wait for feedback cues that never come. So with a lot of blind alleys and backtracking, it took about ten minutes to get everything across.
For some time he just looked at me, or maybe he was looking inward. 'There is no question in your own mind. It's doom.'
'That's right.'
'Of course I have no way to evaluate your logic, this pseudo-operator theory. I take it that the technique itself is not universally accepted.'
'True. But Peter got the same result independently.'
He nodded slowly. 'That's why Marty sounded so strange when he told me you were coming. He used some stilted language like 'vitally important.' He didn't want to say too much, but he wanted to warn me.' He leaned forward. 'So we're walking along Occam's razor now. The simplest explanation of these events is that you and Peter and Amelia were wrong. The world, the universe, is not going to end because of the Jupiter Project.'
'True, but – '
'Let me carry this along for a moment. From your point of view, the simplest explanation is that somebody in a position of power wants your warning to be suppressed.'
'That's right.'
'Allow me the assumption that nobody on this jury would profit from the destruction of the universe. Then why, in God's name, would anyone who thought your argument had merit want to suppress it?'
'You were a Jesuit?'
'Franciscan. We run a close second in being pains in the ass.'
'Well... I don't know any of the people on the review board, so I can only speculate about their motivations. Of course they don't want the universe to go belly-up. But they might well want to put a lid on it long enough to adjust their own careers-assuming all of them are involved in the Jupiter Project. If our conclusions are accepted, there are going to be a lot of scientists and engineers looking for work.'
'Scientists would be that venal? I'm shocked.'
'Sure. Or it could be a personal thing against Peter. He probably has more enemies than friends.'
'Can you find out who was on the jury?'
'I couldn't; it was anonymous. Maybe Peter could wheedle it out of someone.'
'And what do you make of his disappearance? Isn't it possible he saw some fatal flaw in the argument and decided to drop out of sight?' 'Not impossible.'
'You hope something bad happened to him.' 'Wow. It's almost as if you could read my mind.' I sipped some coffee, now unpleasantly cool. 'How much did I let slip there?'
He shrugged. 'Not a lot.'
'You'll know everything minutes after we jack two-way. I'm curious.'
'You don't mask very well. But then you haven't had much practice.'
'So what did you get?'
'Green-eyed monster. Sexual jealousy. One specific image, an embarrassing one.'
'Embarrassing for you?'
He tilted his head to about ten degrees of irony. 'Of course not. I was speaking conventionally.' He laughed. 'Sorry. I didn't mean to be patronizing. I don't suppose anything just physical would embarrass you, either.'
'No. The other part is still hanging there, though. Unresolved.'
'She's not jacked.'
'No. She tried and it didn't take.'
'Wasn't long ago?'
'Couple of months. May twentieth.'
'And this, um, episode was after that?'
'Yeah. It's complicated.'
He took the cue. 'Let's go back to ground zero. What I got from you-assuming that you're right about the Jupiter Project-is that you and Marty, but Marty more than you, believe that we have to rid the world of war and aggression right now. Or the game is up.'
'That's what Marty would say.' I stood up. 'Get some fresh coffee. You want something?'
'Splash of that rum. You're not as certain?'
'No ... yes and no.' I concentrated on the drinks. 'Let me read your mind, for a change. You think that there's no need for haste, once the Jupiter Project's deactivated.'
'You think otherwise?'
'I don't know.' I set the drinks down and Mendez touched his and nodded. 'When I jacked with Marty I got a sense of urgency that was completely personal. He wants to see the thing well in process before he dies.'
'He's not that old.'
'No, sixty-some. But he's been obsessed with this since you guys were made; maybe before. And he knows it will take a while to get going.' I searched for words; logician's words. 'Marty's feelings aside, there's an objective rationale for urgency; the black-and-white one of scale: anything else we do or don't do is trivial if there's the slightest chance that this could come to pass.'
He sniffed the rum. 'The destruction of everything.'
