Mutineer's Moon

sentients except in direct self-defense is prohibited.”

“Well, what have they been doing all this time?”

“I cannot say with certainty,” Dahak admitted. “It is impossible for my sensors to penetrate their defensive systems, and it is apparent that they have chosen to employ a substantial amount of stealth technology. Without observational data of their inner councils, meaningful analysis is impossible.”

“You must have some idea!”

“Affirmative. Please remember, however, that all is speculation and may be offered only as such.”

“So go ahead and speculate, damn it!”

“Acknowledged,” Dahak said calmly. “It is my opinion that the mutineers have interacted with Terra-born humans since such time as your planetary population attained sufficient density to support indigenous civilizations. Initially, this contact was quite open, leading to the creation of the various anthropomorphic pantheons of deities. Interaction with your own Western Civilization, however, particularly since your sixteenth century, has been surreptitious and designed to accelerate your technical development. Please note that this represents a substantive change in the mutineers’ original activities, which were designed to promote superstition, religion, and pseudo-religion in place of rationalism and scientific thought.”

“Why should they try to slow our development?” MacIntyre demanded. “And if they did, why change tactics?”

“In my opinion, their original intent was to prevent the birth of an indigenous technology that might threaten their own safety, on the one hand, or attract the Achuultani, on the other. Recall that their original motive for mutiny was to preserve themselves from destruction at Achuultani hands.

“Recently, however—” MacIntyre winced at hearing someone refer to the sixteenth century as “recently” “—the focus of their activities has altered. Perhaps they believe the incursion they feared has already occurred and that they are therefore safe, or perhaps there has been a change in their leadership, leading to changes in policy. My opinion, however, is that they have concluded that Dahak is not and will not again become fully operational.”

“What? Why should that matter?”

“It would matter if they assume, as I am postulating that they have, that sufficient damage was inflicted upon Dahak’s power generation capacity as to preclude repairs. Fleet Captain Anu cannot know what Senior Fleet Captain Druaga’s final instructions were. As he is unaware that Senior Fleet Captain Druaga’s Alpha Priority orders have required Dahak to remain on station, he may well conclude that Dahak’s failure to depart in search of assistance indicates that supralight travel is no longer possible for Dahak. Yet if there were sufficient power for repairs, Dahak would be supralight-capable, as there was never an actual failure of the Enchanach Drive. Dahak’s very presence here may thus be construed as empirical evidence of near-total incapacity.”

“So why not come out and grab you?”

“Because he has conclusive evidence that sufficient power does remain for pre-programmed defensive fire plans, yet no fire has been directed against the primitive spacecraft Terra-born humans have dispatched to their ‘moon.’ Accordingly, he may believe Dahak’s command capabilities are too deeply impaired to re-program those defensive fire plans and that those plans do not provide for interference with locally- produced spacecraft. Assuming this entirely speculative chain of reasoning is correct, he may well hope to push your planet into developing interstellar craft in order to escape this star system. This theory is consistent with observed facts, including the world wars and Soviet-American ‘cold war’ of the twentieth-century, which resulted in pressurized research and development driven by military requirements.”

“But the cold war ended decades ago,” MacIntyre pointed out.

“Agreed. Yet that, too, is consistent with the theory I have offered. Consider, Commander: the superpowers of the last century have been drawn together in cooperation against the growing militancy of your so- called Third World, particularly the religio-political blocs centered on radical Islam and the Asian Alliance. This has permitted the merger of the First World technical base—ConEuropean, Russian, North American, and Australian- Japanese alike—while maintaining the pressure of military need. In addition, certain aspects of Imperial technology have begun to appear in your civilization. Your gravitonic survey instruments are a prime example of this process, for they are several centuries in advance of any other portion of your technology.”

“I see.” MacIntyre considered the computer’s logic carefully, so caught up in Dahak’s story he almost forgot his own part in it. “But why push for starships? Why not just use a ‘locally-produced’ ship to take you over?”

“It is possible that he intends to do precisely that, Commander. Indeed, had your vessel not fired upon mine, I might have taken your sub-surface survey device as just such an attempt, in which case I would have destroyed you.” MacIntyre shivered at how calmly Dahak spoke. “My preliminary bio- scans indicated that you were not yourself a mutineer, but had you demanded entry, had you failed to resist—had you, in fact, done anything that indicated either an awareness of Dahak’s existence or a desire to enter—my core programming would have assumed at least the possibility that you were in Fleet Captain Anu’s service. That assumption would have left me no choice but to destroy you as per Senior Fleet Captain Druaga’s final directives.

“However,” the computer continued serenely, “I do not believe he would make that attempt. Either Dahak had sufficient power to repair the damage, in which case the ship is, in fact, fully operational and would destroy him or his minions, or else Dahak had insufficient power to decontaminate the vessel’s interior, in which case re-entry would remain effectively impossible without Imperial technology—which would activate any operational defensive programming.” The computer’s voice gave MacIntyre the strong impression of a verbal shrug. “In either case, Dahak would be useless to him.”

“But he expects you to let locally-produced starships get away from you?” MacIntyre asked skeptically.

“If,” Dahak said patiently, “this unit were, indeed, no longer fully operational, automatic defensive fire plans would not be interested in vessels leaving the star system.”

“But you aren’t inoperative, so what would you do?”

“I would dispatch one or more armed parasites to bio-scan range and scan their personnel. If mutineers were detected on board them, I would have no choice but to destroy them.”

MacIntyre frowned. “Uh, excuse me, Dahak, but wouldn’t that be a rather broader interpretation of your orders? I mean, you let the mutineers escape to the planet because you hadn’t been ordered to stop them, right?”

“That is correct, Commander. It has occurred to me, however, that Comp Cent’s original interpretation of Senior Fleet Captain Druaga’s orders, while essentially correct, did not encompass Senior Fleet Captain Druaga’s full intent. Subsequent analysis suggests that had he known the mutineers would employ parasites so readily distinguishable from the loyal crew’s lifeboats, he would have ordered their immediate destruction. Whether or not this speculation is correct, the fact remains that no mutineer may be allowed to leave this star system by any means. Allowing any mutinous personnel to escape would conflict with Dahak’s Alpha Priority orders to suppress the mutiny.”

“I can see that,” MacIntyre murmured, then paused, struck by a new thought. “Wait a minute. You say Anu’s assumed you’re no longer operational—”

“Incorrect, Commander,” Dahak interrupted. “I stated that I have speculated to that effect.”

“All right, so it’s speculative. But if he has, haven’t you blown it? You couldn’t have grabbed my Beagle if you were inoperative, could you?”

“I could not,” Dahak conceded, “yet he cannot be certain that I did so.”

“What? Well then, what the hell does he think happened?”

“It was my intention to convince him that your vessel was lost due to an onboard malfunction.”

“Lost?” MacIntyre jerked up in his couch. “What d’you mean, ‘lost’?”