about two billion years before. So advanced, so spoiled, so much like gods, it must have been the one thing they simply couldn’t cope with.
“Ming, who created this thing we spoke of?”
“Sir, I do not know, but it was done under contract to the Military Department and the Department of Pure Research.”
He wasn’t about to ask how the hell the Rithians managed to get somebody to steal it, nor what it had cost, but little wonder that it was so much in demand.
“Were you aboard the
“No, sir. I was simply to observe all activities of suspect group.”
He had assumed that. If they’d have known it was aboard, they’d have had an army hidden there.
“Ming—does the thing work?”
“Sir, I have no idea.”
Well, that was honest enough. He doubted she
Well, at least now he knew. “Ming, you know you were once a police detective. Do you still consider yourself one?”
“No, sir. That description is no longer valid.”
“What if you had the opportunity to leave here. To walk out and away? Would you do it?”
“No, sir.”
That surprised him. “Why not?”
“Sir, my sole function is to serve the Master. I exist for no other purpose.”
“Ming, do you consider your master a good man?”
“Sir, I cannot answer that question.”
“Cannot or will not?”
“Cannot. Good is to serve the Master. Not good is to not serve the Master. How can the Master not serve himself?”
He realized with a start that
Abruptly, she stiffened. “Sir, there is a second shuttle in orbit now in the process of being cleared. The Master is aboard. We must meet him.”
“Yes, by all means,” he sighed, getting up. She led the way back to the airlock.
She knew the shuttle was coming in and who was on it, he reflected. That meant she was totally plugged in here. Totally. She
For Ming’s part, and Angel’s, too, since she’d heard the whole thing as if she were there, and both had also followed his research on what essentially was one of their databases anyway, the same conclusion was arrived at. How long could they not begin to exist for that? How long could they resist it? Did they
The inner airlock door hissed just as they arrived, then it opened and Jules Wallinchky walked through, dressed in casual clothes and smoking a big, fat cigar. Behind him by not more than a step were Sonya, the other beautiful bodyguard from the
Wallinchky took the cigar out of his mouth and said, “Hello, Ari. I hate like hell to be rousted out by this petty shit, but business is business. Who knew that little creep had this kind of influence?” He stopped, spotting the doll- like duo, who had fallen to their knees and were now prostrate on the floor.
“Well, hel-lo,” he commented, going over to them. “Get up, girls. Let me take a look at you!”
They both hopped obediently to their feet and stood, expectant.
“Ain’t that somethin’,” Wallinchky muttered, reverting to an earlier, less cultured but more natural style of speech. “Ari, ain’t that somethin’? Amazin’ what a good fuck and a few clear instructions to a computer can do.”
Martinez swallowed and, like a good survivor, held his tongue from the remarks he wanted to make. “Yes, sir. I think it’s truly amazing. I have never seen the like of it, particularly in this short a time.”
“Yeah, I figured they would be the best test of this. I mean, hell, an older experienced cop and somebody raised as a religious fanatic? If I could get
“Um, yeah.”
“Well, I saved a little of it for me, anyway. I can make ’em do anything I want by just sayin’ the word and snappin’ my fingers, but I don’t just want ’em to
“I hope I’m not one of them, sir!” Ari responded a bit nervously.
Jules Wallinchky roared with laughter and slapped his back. “Not yet, boy! Not yet! I need smart folks who can think for themselves too much! Just remember who you work for and we’ll always get along fine.”
“You’re my uncle. I don’t believe in going after family.”
That got another big laugh. “All right, nephew!” He turned to his two companions. “You two go off and relax now. I don’t need bodyguards in here, and I got a couple here that I
Angel was in particular distress because she couldn’t bring herself to give in quite that easily but felt helpless and particularly forlorn without Ming’s reinforcement. Everything seemed to be slipping, and so fast…
They went into the big man’s study once more, and if Wallinchky noted that it had recently been used, he didn’t betray the knowledge, or perhaps just didn’t care. “You know, I got to think of something to call these two,” he said casually. “Ming—well, sounds too damned much like one of my antique Chinese vases. We need one that’s less personal, more like what she is.”
“You’re making them sound like prototypes,” Ari responded uneasily.
“Well, maybe they are. Trouble is, women make better art subjects than classical artists as far as I’m concerned, and if I use Venus and Madonna, I’ve already exhausted the naming pool. May as well go with the practical, then.” He suddenly brightened. “Yeah. Prototypes. I like that. At least it’ll sound pretty classy.” He turned and looked straight into Angel’s eyes. “Memory command Rembrandt. From this moment on, you are Alpha,” he told her. “You have no other names. Search and replace any and all names for yourself with ‘Alpha.’ ”
Ari just sighed. So he was even taking their names away from them, and the sense of identity they brought. If there was anything of them left, it would be a devastating blow to whatever sense of self was left.
Wallinchky turned to Ming. “And you—well, you’re shorter and smaller, so you got to be Beta. Memory command Rembrandt. From now on you are Beta. Search and replace any and all names for self with ‘Beta.’ Search and replace all alternate names for Alpha, replace with ’Alpha.’ Search and replace all alternate names for Beta. Replace with ’Beta.’ Execute all commands.” He turned back to his nephew. “Alpha and Beta. I kinda like it. What do you think, Ari?”