newer ais are based upon her patents? Or maybe because she alone seems to retain any sort of influence over Porfirio, luring his feral, brilliant attention into virtlayers and corners of the Worldspace where he can do little harm? So far.
And
To duplicate the deSilva Result and provide our creation with a mate.
11.
Lacey almost changed her mind-not because her artificial adviser was speaking wisdom, but out of pure impatience. She begrudged the time that this was taking-arguing with a computer program when she could be looking out through a double-pane window, as mountaintop Incan ruins rolled past, giving way to misty rain forest, then a moonscape of abandoned Amazonian strip mines, each one filled with a unique, bright color of toxic runoff.
It was quite a view. But, instead of contemplating ruins of ancient and recent societal collapse, she must pass her time debating with an artificial being.
Still, it kept her mind off other worries.
“I pay my dues to the zillionaires club. I am perfectly entitled to the information. Why should I jump through hoops in order to get it?”
Lacey glared at the simulated servant. Though depicted wearing her family livery, with every fold of his uniform real looking, the features were altogether too handsome to be real. Anyway, you could see right through the projection, to a cubist-period Picasso, hanging on the far bulkhead of her private jet. The irony of that overlap almost made Lacey smile, despite her frustration and worry. Semi-transparency was a flaw inherently shared by any creature who was made entirely of light.
At least, when the Hebrew patriarch, Jacob, wrestled with an angel, he could hope for a decisive outcome. But with
“I don’t care if some other trillionaires listen in!” she persisted. “I’m not endangering any vital caste interests!”
Lacey bit her lip. Hacker’s latest misadventure in space had yanked her away from the altiplano observatory, even before first light could fall on the experimental Farseeker Telescope that bore her name. What typically infuriating timing! Of course, the boy was probably fine. He generally built his toys well-a knack inherited from his father-a kind of hyper-responsible irresponsibility.
Still, what kind of mother would she be, not to drop everything and rush to the Caribbean? Or to call in favors, summoning every yacht and private aerocraft in the region, in order to help search? Despite a misaligned trajectory and unknown landing point, Hacker’s final, garbled telemetry told of an intact heat shield and chutes properly deployed. So he was probably floating around the warm waters in his tiny capsule, chewing emergency rations while cursing the slowness of rescue. And the difficulty of finding good help these days.
Lacey chased away gut-wrenching thoughts about the alternative-the unspeakable. So, grimly, she clung to this argument with an artificial being that she-in theory-owned.
“You don’t find it fishy that the NASA and Hemispheric Security satellites have been retasked, just when we could use their help?”
The aissistant shook its simulated head.
Lacey scoffed, indelicately.
“Bad timing? More than one of those damned sport rockets malfunctioned! That snotty, aristobrat son of Leonora Smits-he’s gone missing, too.”
The ai just stood there-or seemed to-patiently waiting for her to make a point.
“So, this may not be an accident! I want to find out if the clade suspects sabotage. Maybe an attack by eco- nuts. Or the Sons of Smith.”
“Fine. But try the other way, too. I insist.”
This time, she said it with such finality that the hologram simply bowed in acceptance.
“Oh, and let’s see what we can find out from the Seventh Estate. The big transport firms have zeps and cargo ships and sea farms all across the Caribbean. They could be diverted and incorporated as part of the search mesh.”
“Who’s interfering? I’m just seeking a favor that
Lacey clenched her jaw to keep from shouting. Oh, for the time, not so long ago, when raw piles of money spoke, directly and powerfully, in every boardroom, instead of having to apply leverage in convoluted ways. She took a breath, then spoke firmly. “You know how to do it. Go through the stockholder coops and the public relations departments. Make nice to the Merchant Seaman’s Guild. Use your fancy ai noggin-bring in the smart-arses in my legal department-and find ways to get those corporate resources busy, helping search for my boy. And do it now.”
Another servitor appeared then, wearing the same uniform-blue-green with yellow piping-only this was a living