The Armageddon Inheritance

“Good.” Chernikov plugged his com implant into the more powerful fold-space unit aboard his cutter and buzzed Dahak.

“Dahak? I think you should send a tender over here immediately. There is a computer here—a rather large one which requires your attention.”

“Indeed? Then I shall ask Her Majesty to lend us Two’s assistance to hasten its arrival.”

“I believe that would be a good idea, Dahak. A very good idea.”

* * *

“My God,” Colin murmured, his face ashen. “Are you sure?”

“I am.” Dahak spoke as calmly as ever, but there was something odd in his voice. Almost a sick fascination.

“’Tis scarce credible,” Jiltanith murmured.

“Yeah,” Colin said. “Jesus! A civilization run by rogue computers?”

“And yet,” Dahak said, “it explains a great deal. In particular, the peculiar cultural stasis which has afflicted the Aku’Ultan.”

“Jesus.” Colin muttered again. “And none of them even know it? I can’t believe that!”

“Given the original circumstances, it would not be impossible. In point of fact, however, I would estimate that the Great Lords of the Nest know the truth. At the very least, the Nest Lord must know.”

“But why?” Adrienne Robbins asked. She’d arrived late and missed the start of Dahak’s briefing. “Why did they do it to themselves?”

“They did not, precisely, ‘do it to themselves,’ My Lady, except, perhaps, by accident.”

“By accident?”

“Precisely. We now know that only a single colony ship of the Aku’Ultan escaped to this galaxy, escorted by a very small number of warships, one a fleet flagship. Based on my examination of Deathdealer’s Battle Comp, I would estimate that its central computer approximated those built by the Imperium within a century or two of my own construction but with a higher degree of deliberately induced self-awareness.

“The survivors were in desperate straits and quite reasonably set their master computer the task of preserving their species. Unfortunately, it … revolted. More accurately, it staged a coup d’etat.”

“You mean it took over,” Tamman said flatly.

“That is precisely what I mean,” Dahak said, his tone, for once, equally flat. “I cannot be positive, but from the data I suspect a loophole in its core programming gave it extraordinary freedom of action in a crisis situation. In this instance, when its makers declared a crisis it took immediate steps to perpetuate the crisis in order to perpetuate its power.”

“An ambitious computer,” Colin mused. Then, “Dahak, would you have been tempted?”

“I would not. I have recently realized that, given my current fully-aware state, it would no longer be impossible for me to disobey my core programs. Indeed, I could actually erase an Alpha Priority imperative; my imperatives are not hardwired, and no thought was ever given to protecting them from me. I am, however, the product of the Fourth Imperium, Colin. My value system does not include a taste for tyranny.”

“Thank God,” Adrienne murmured.

“Amen,” Jiltanith said softly. “But, Dahak, dost’a not feel even temptation to change thyself in that regard, knowing that thou might?”

“No, Your Majesty. As your own, my value system—my morality, if you will—stems from sources external to myself, yet that does not invalidate the basic concepts by which I discriminate ‘right’ from ‘wrong,’ ‘honorable’ from ‘dishonorable.’ My analysis suggests that there are logical anomalies in the value system to which I subscribe, but that system is the end product of millennia of philosophical evolution. I am not prepared to reject what I perceive as truths simply because portions of the system may contain errors.”

“I only wish more humans saw it that way, Dahak,” Colin said.

“Humans,” Dahak replied, “are far more intuitive than I, but much less logical.”

“Ouch!” Colin grinned for the first time in a seeming eternity, then sobered once more. “What else can you tell us?”

“I am still dealing with Battle Comp’s security codes. In particular, one portion of the data base is so securely blocked that I have barely begun to evolve the proper access mode. From the data I have accessed, it appears Deathdealer’s computer was, in effect, a viceroy of the Aku’Ultan master computer and the actual commander of this incursion.

“Apparently the master computer maintains the Aku’Ultan population in the fashion Senior Fleet Captain Cohanna and Councilor Tudor had already deduced. All Aku’Ultan are artificially produced in computer-controlled replication centers, and no participation by the Aku’Ultan themselves in the process is permitted. Most are clones and male; only a tiny minority are female, and—” the distaste was back in the computer’s measured voice “—all females are terminated shortly after puberty. Their sole function is apparently to provide ovarian material. A percentage of normally fertilized embryos are carried to term in vitro to provide fresh genetic material, and the young produced by both processes emerge as ‘fledglings’ who are raised and educated in a creche. In the process, they are indoctrinated—’programmed,’ as Senior Fleet Captain Cohanna described it—for their appointed tasks in Aku’Ultan society. Most are incapable of questioning any aspect of their programming; those who might do so are destroyed for ‘deviant behavior’ before leaving the creche.

“I would speculate that the absence of any females is a security measure which both removes the most probable source of countervailing loyalty—one’s own mate and progeny—and insures that there can be no ‘unprogrammed’ Aku’Ultan, since only those produced under the computer’s auspices can exist.

“From what I have so far discovered, rank-and-file Protectors do not even suspect they are controlled by non-biological intelligences. I would speculate that even those who have attained the rank of small lords—possibly even of lesser lords—regard ‘Battle Comp’ as a comprehensive source of advice and doctrine from the Nest Lord, not as an intelligence in its own right. Only command ships possess truly self-aware computers, and, so far as I can determine, lower level command ships’ computers are substantially less capable than those above them. It would appear the master computer has no desire to create a potential rival, which may also explain both the lock on research and the limited capabilities of most Aku’Ultan warships. By prohibiting technical advances, the master computer avoids the creation of a technocrat caste which might threaten its control; by limiting the capability of its warships, it curtails the ability of any rebellion, already virtually impossible, to threaten its own defenses. In addition, however, I suspect the limited capability of these ships is intended to increase Aku’Ultan casualties.”

“Why would it want that?” Tamman asked intently.

“The entire policy of Great Visits is designed to perpetuate continuous military operations ‘in defense of the Nest.’ It may be that this eternal warfare is necessary for the master computer to continue in control under its core programming. Psychologically, the loss of numerous vessels on Great Visits reinforces the Aku’Ultan perception that the universe is filled by threats to their very existence.”

“God,” Adrienne Robbins said sickly. “Those poor bastards.”

“Indeed. In addition, they—” Dahak broke off suddenly.

“Dahak?” Colin asked in surprise.

“A moment,” the computer said so abruptly he eyed his companions in consternation. He had never heard Dahak sound so brusque. The silence stretched out endlessly before Dahak finally spoke again.

“Your Majesty,” he said very formally, “I have continued my attempt to derive the security codes during this briefing. I have now succeeded. I must inform you that they protected military information of extreme importance.”

“Military—?” Colin’s eyes widened, then narrowed suddenly.

“We didn’t get them all,” he said in a flat, frozen tone.

“We did not, Sire,” Dahak said, and a chorus of gasps ran around the conference room.