The Devil's Eye

looked like a chief executive. He was tall and deliberate, with silver hair and gray eyes that were at once intelligent and compassionate. He was the kind of guy who inspires confidence. The word about him on the nets, though, wasn't flattering. He was described as a man who consulted only those who agreed with him, who was inflexible, who tended to confuse disagreement with disloyalty. Looking

at him, I had a hard time believing it. 'We didn't really get a chance to, Mr. Administrator. As soon as we got close, they scooped us up.' 'I see.' 'I should add,' he said, 'that it was originally Vicki Greene who figured it out. And then sacrificed her life to give us reason to look into it.' 'Yes. I know about her. We owe her a considerable debt. Do you mind telling me how long you've known about all this?' 'We weren't certain until a few days ago.' He digested that and leaned forward. 'And you are about to give the story to the media. Is that correct? 'Yes, Mr. Administrator. We are.' 'Have you considered the consequences of such an act?' The guy was intimidating, but Alex went toe to toe with him. 'By consequences I assume you mean the reaction of the voters.' 'Of everyone on the planet, Mr. Benedict. By releasing this information, you will ensure that we will spend the next three years living in a state of chaos.' 'That's more or less the reasoning the conspirators used to justify sitting on this for the last several months.' 'You mean Wexler.' 'You know about him?' 'Of course I know, goddammit.' The color drained from his face. 'Please answer the question, Alex. Don't confuse me with Wexler.' 'Yes,' said Alex. 'We have considered the consequences. I think-' 'I don't give a good goddam what you think. You're about to bring the walls down. Do you realize that? How am I supposed to deal with this if you tell the general public that there was a rogue operation in their government? Don't think they won't blame me. And I know exactly what's going through your mind. It's true that I deserve a substantial chunk of the blame. But it'll create a political firestorm. We don't have time for that. These people have to have a government they can believe in. And they have to have it now.' 'Maybe,' said Alex, 'you should have been more careful about the people you put in power.' 'I'll concede the point. But that's in the past now. It's irrelevant. You're about to impose a death sentence on two billion people. And you're going to tell them, either directly or by implication, that I was hiding the truth from them. And that I am therefore responsible.' Alex's own temper began to rise. 'I think there's some truth to that admission.' 'Look, I made the mistake of trusting the wrong people. God knows I regret that.' 'They were building shelters, Mr. Administrator. Making up bogus reports of Mute encroachments. How could you not have known?' Circe broke in. 'Wexler and his friends were very good at keeping the truth quiet.' 'They knew,' said Kilgore, 'what would happen to commodity prices, to everything , if the word about Callistra got out. So they told nobody.' 'And what did you think the shelters were for?' 'Goddammit, the reports about the Mutes took me in, too. They lied to me the way they lied to everyone else. Because they knew I wouldn't tolerate what they were doing.' I'd never seen Alex angrier. His voice shook: 'Where's Wexler now?' 'We're looking for him.' 'And how'd you finally find out what's going on?' Kilgore showed us a photo. It was Bong. 'Came forward yesterday,' he said. 'We'd always heard rumors that the reports of Mute incursions had been drummed up. And the experts were divided over the rift-in-space story. I should have looked into it. I can't believe now that I let it all go on.' 'You'll be lucky if you're not forced to step down.' 'If it comes to that, I won't hesitate, Alex. Meantime, I intend to do what I can for the people of this world.'

'What's going to happen to Bong?' I asked. Kilgore looked at me, startled. I got the impression he'd forgotten I was there. 'Who?' he asked. 'Bong. The guy in the picture.' 'We haven't decided yet.' He lowered his voice. 'I guess it's safe to say he'll be pretty much the last guy off the planet.' He picked up a pen, scribbled himself a note, and put it in his pocket. 'Well, the truth is, I'm not going to ask you to hide what you know.' 'Really?' 'There's no way I can keep it quiet now. Too many people know about it. The leaks have already started. So it's best if the news comes from us. If we handle it right, we should be able to avoid widespread disruptions.' 'I think you're underestimating your people, Mr. Administrator.' 'I wasn't aware you were a psychologist, Alex. But I hope you're right. When are you releasing the story?' 'At midnight.' He wiped his forehead. 'God.' Nobody said anything. 'All right.' Kilgore took a deep breath. 'This is going to sound politically motivated.' 'Okay.' 'It's essential that people not lose complete faith in their government at a time when they most need leadership. It will be chaotic enough as it is. What I would like, what I beg from you, is that you let me make the announcement. Hold back on what you were planning. It can do you no harm. Just until tomorrow morning.' 'When did you intend to let them know?' 'Tomorrow. I've scheduled an address.' His gaze shifted to me. 'I need you to stay quiet until then. And it is essential that you not mention Wexler and his part in all this. If people discover there was a group within their government that knew about this in advance, that tried to use it for their own benefit, they will not trust us again. So I need you to tell the media how you found out, and I will see that you get full credit. You'll even get medals. But leave it at that. Okay?' 'Sir,' said Alex, 'Rob Peifer already knows part of the story.' 'Peifer.' The Administrator's brow wrinkled. Alex glanced at me. 'Global.' 'How much does he know?' 'He knows,' I said, 'that Alex was held by Wexler. And I'm pretty sure he'll be able to put the rest together. But I think I've persuaded him not to say anything about that aspect.' 'Okay.' Kilgore's eyes slid shut. 'I can't promise anything.' 'It's okay. I'll talk to his editor.' He was in agony. 'There's no way the Wexler business won't come out eventually. But the gamma-ray jet will be enough bad news for one day.' We sat for a long time, staring at one another. 'It's hard to believe it's really happening,' said Circe. 'So what are you going to do, Mr. Administrator? Try to evacuate?' 'It's hopeless, Alex. We'll get as many people off as we can. But-' He shook his head. 'How much damage will it do?' I asked. 'The gamma-ray bolt?' Circe answered: 'It'll kill anything that's exposed. It'll be possible for some people to get into shelters. But afterward we won't be able to grow our own food supply.' Alex sat motionless. 'We can't run a mass evacuation,' said Kilgore. 'We have about a hundred ships. They'll carry an average of fifteen people. Not quite fifteen. Chase, twenty-eight million babies will be born on Salud Afar by the end of this year. Does anyone seriously think that the entire human fleet could transport even our new arrivals?'

I called Peifer and told him the story would be delayed again. 'Until tomorrow morning.'

'Come on, Chase. Give me a break. I'm already starting to hear pieces of it from other sources.'

I explained why we needed him to cooperate and not jump the gun. He wasn't happy, so I appealed to his patriotism. That went nowhere. I said something about being his slave for the rest of my life if he'd go along quietly. He complained that we'd caved in. He told me he'd thought Alex and I had a reasonable degree of integrity, and now we were letting a politician cover his tracks. 'Kilgore says he had nothing to do with it,' I said.

'Right. And if you can't trust a politician, who can you trust?'

In the end I promised to give him the inside story and a lengthy interview. Finally, it was time to go back to Rimway. I reserved seats on the next day's afternoon shuttle.

Neither of us was sleepy that night, so we went down to the lounge. It was called the Skylark, and it featured a woman doing dreamy stuff on a keyboard and drinks I'd never heard of, straight-ups and colbies and something that looked like liquid silver and left me feeling as if nothing mattered but the moment. We settled into a table near the keyboard and toasted Salud Afar. Long may she wave. There were maybe twelve other people in the place, and human service rather than bots, which gave it a warm touch. A good-looking young guy came over, told us his name was Max, and said he'd be our server. He was maybe twenty-two on a Rimway calendar. I wondered whether he was married. It was hard to tell. Men on Salud Afar don't wear rings. It has something to do with their masculinity. I never quite figured out what. But he felt unattached. Maybe it was the way he looked at me. Maybe it was my imagination. I thought about his chances of getting off-world when the news got out and two billion people started scrambling for the gates. Poor Max. If he left now, tonight, that moment, he could get passage on one of the two liners that departed weekly for Rimway and Toxicon. The lady at the keyboard was singing 'Lost Hours' while she writhed. There was a young couple at a table near us, laughing and toasting the evening, and a group on the far side celebrating something. I watched a young man trying to manage a pickup with an obviously reluctant woman at the bar, and I found myself hoping he'd succeed. But she got up and moved to another place. Our drinks came. Something called a quibble-really-for Alex. I got a Valo delight, which was the slow silver. We whiled away what was left of the night, talking about carpe diem, how you should live for the present because you never really know what the next day will bring, what might even happen on the walk home. Except on this very unusual occasion, we knew . After about an hour, Alex said he'd had enough and wandered off. I sat awhile longer, nursing my drinks. And finally I smiled at the guy who'd been trying to do the pickup at the bar. When he came over, I encouraged him, and eventually went home with him. Not sure how Max made out. But that evening I was rooting for everybody.