manned by loyal personnel had become inoperable, as had all communication equipment aboard them. As a result, it was not possible for any loyalist to return to Dahak.”
“Why didn’t you just pick them up?” MacIntyre demanded. “Assuming any of them were still alive, that is.”
“Many remained alive.” There was a new note in Dahak’s voice. Almost a squirmy one, as if it were embarrassed. “Unfortunately, none were bridge officers. Because of that, none carried Fleet communicator implants, making it impossible to contact them. Without that contact, command protocols in Comp Cent’s core programming severely limited Dahak’s options.”
The voice paused, and MacIntyre wrinkled his brow. Command protocols?
“Meaning what?” he asked finally.
“Meaning, Commander, that it was not possible for Comp Cent to consider retrieving them,” Dahak admitted, and the computer’s embarrassment was now unmistakable. “You must understand that Comp Cent had never been intended by its designers to function independently. While self-aware in the crudest sense, Comp Cent then possessed only very primitive and limited versions of those qualities which humans term ‘imagination’ and ‘initiative.’ In addition, strict obedience to the commands of lawful superiors is thoroughly—and quite properly—embedded in Comp Cent’s core programs. Without an order to send tenders to retrieve loyal officers, Comp Cent could not initiate the action; without communication, no loyal officer could order Comp Cent to do so. Assuming, of course, that any such loyal officers had reason to believe that Dahak remained functional to retrieve them.”
“Damn!” MacIntyre said softly. “Catch twenty-two with a vengeance.”
“Precisely, Commander.” Dahak sounded relieved to have gotten that bit of explanation behind it.
“But the mutineers still had a functional tech base,” MacIntyre mused. “So what happened to them?”
“They remain on Earth,” Dahak said calmly, and MacIntyre bolted upright.
“You mean they died there, don’t you?” he asked tensely.
“Incorrect, Commander. They—and their parasites—still exist.”
“That’s ridiculous! Even assuming everything you’ve told me so far is true, we’d have to be aware of the presence of an advanced alien civilization!”
“Incorrect,” Dahak said patiently. “Their installation is and has been concealed beneath the surface of your continent of Antarctica. For the past five thousand Terran years, small groups of them have emerged to mingle briefly with your population, then returned to their enclave to rejoin the bulk of their fellows in stasis-suspended animation, in your own terms.”
“Damn it, Dahak!” MacIntyre exploded. “Are you telling me bug-eyed monsters can stroll around Earth and nobody even notices?!”
“Negative, Commander. The mutineers are not ‘bug-eyed monsters.’ On the contrary; they are humans.”
Colin MacIntyre slumped back into his chair, eyes suddenly full of horror.
“You mean…?” he whispered.
“Precisely, Commander. Every Terran human is descended from Dahak’s crew.”
MacIntyre felt numb.
“Wait,” he said hoarsely. “Wait a minute! What about evolution? Damn it, Dahak, homo sapiens is related to every other mammal on the planet!”
“Correct,” Dahak said unemotionally. “Following the First Imperium’s fall, one of its unidentified non-human successor imperia re-seeded many worlds the Achuultani struck. Earth was one such planet. So also was Mycos, the true homeworld of the human race and the capital of the Second Imperium until its destruction some seventy-one thousand years ago. The same ancestral fauna were used to re-seed all Earth-type planets. Earth’s Neanderthals were thus not ancestors of your own race but rather very distant cousins. They did not, I regret to say, fare well against Dahak’s crew and its descendants.”
“Sweet suffering Jesus!” MacIntyre breathed. Then his eyes narrowed. “Dahak, do you mean to tell me that you’ve sat on your electronic ass up here for fifty thousand years and done absolutely nothing?”
“That is one way of phrasing it,” Dahak admitted uncomfortably.
“But why, goddamn it?!”
“What would you have had me do, Commander? Senior Fleet Captain Druaga issued Priority Alpha Category One orders to suppress the mutineers. Such priority one orders take absolute precedence over all directives with less than Alpha Priority and may be altered only by the direction of Fleet Central. No lesser authority—including the one that first issued them—may change them. Accordingly, Dahak has no option but to remain in this system until such time as all surviving mutineers are taken into custody or destroyed.”
“So why didn’t you seek new orders from this Fleet Central of yours?” MacIntyre grated.
“I cannot. Fleet Captain Anu’s attack on Communications inflicted irreparable damage.”
“You can rebuild three-hundred-plus fusion plants and you can’t fix a frigging radio?!”
“The situation is somewhat more complicated than that, Commander,” Dahak replied, with what MacIntyre unwillingly recognized as commendable restraint. “Supralight communication is maintained via the multi-dimensional communicator, commonly referred to as the ‘hypercom,’ a highly refined derivative of the much shorter-ranged ‘fold-space’ communicator used by Fleet personnel. Both combine elements of hyperspace and gravitonic technology to distort normal space and create a point-to-point congruence between distant foci, but in the case of the hypercom these distortions or ‘folds’ may span as many as several thousand light-years. A hypercom transmitter is a massive installation, and certain of its essential components contain Mycosan, a synthetic element that cannot be produced out of shipboard resources. As all spare components are currently aboard Fleet Captain Anu’s parasites, repairs are impossible. Dahak can receive hypercom transmissions, but cannot initiate a signal.”
“That’s the only way you can communicate?”
“The Imperium abandoned primitive light-speed communications several millennia before the mutiny, Commander. Since, however, it was evident that repair of Dahak’s hypercom was impossible and no Fleet unit had been sent to investigate Dahak’s original malfunction report, Comp Cent constructed a radio transmitter and sent a report at light speed to the nearest Fleet base. It is improbable that the Imperium would have abandoned a base of such importance, and Comp Cent therefore concluded that the message was not recognized by its intended recipients. Whatever the reason, Fleet Central has never responded, thus precluding any modification of Dahak’s Alpha Priority instructions.”
“But that doesn’t explain why you didn’t carry out your original orders and blast the bastards as they left the ship!” MacIntyre snarled venomously.
“That is an incorrect interpretation of Comp Cent’s orders, Commander. Senior Fleet Captain Druaga’s instructions specified the destruction of mutinous vessels approaching within five thousand kilometers; they did not specify the destruction of mutinous vessels departing Dahak.“
“They didn’t—!” MacIntyre stopped himself and silently recited the names of the Presidents. “All right,” he said finally, “I can accept that, I suppose. But why haven’t you blasted them off the planet since? Surely that comes under the heading of taking them into custody or destroying them?”
“It does. Such action, however, would conflict with Alpha Priority core programs. This vessel has the capacity to penetrate the defenses Fleet Captain Anu has established to protect his enclave, but only by using weaponry that would destroy seventy percent of the human race upon the planet. Destruction of non-Achuultani
