I stared at him. “I refuse to accept that. For dereliction of duty, I’m busting you to private. Fortunately for you, I can’t afford an execution right now. I need every corpsman I have, even you.”
I left him in the medical brick, sputtering. When I was back inside the cruiser, I tried to calm down. Maybe I had been too hard on him. How might I have reacted if Sandra hadn’t been one of the ‘turnips’? What if it had been anonymous marines I had never met?
I wasn’t sure if I’d made a mistake or not, but I was sure Private Carlson was going to take his job more seriously from now on.
21
I had about three hours to kill before we hit the ring and exited the system. I figured what the hell, now was as good a time as any to talk to the Centaurs a bit more. This would be our last opportunity on this trip. Once we went through the ring, we would be out of contact. Whether we lived or died on the way home, it would probably be years before anyone got another chance to visit this system.
We had some data on the Centaurs coming in now. They were working to seal up the hole we’d put in their artificial sky. That meant some of them had to have survived. The news I thought was even better was the disposition of the Macro forces. We saw nothing to indicate they had moved on the thirty-odd orbital structures in the system. Apparently, our actions and theirs had not constituted a breach in whatever agreement the Macros had with the Centaurs. Either that, or the Macros were busy chasing us and hadn’t gotten around to exterminating the Centaurs yet.
We had a communications module on the hull of the cruiser by now. I directed its parabolic dish toward the satellite we’d half wrecked and beamed a tight message to them. I wasn’t sure if anyone was listening, but it was worth a try.
I didn’t get an answer for quite a while. Due to the growing distances alone, I wasn’t too surprised. It took a minute or two just for the signal to reach them. Even then, they might well have better things to do than talk to me. After all, half their population or more had just been asphyxiated.
I’d almost given up when the com-link blinked. They were calling me back. I turned on every recorder we had handy and started the conversation. Due to the distance, I figured I had time to make a big speech with each transmission. Normal conversation was difficult with minute-long silences between each statement.
Their message came in first, however, and the contents surprised me. “The sky has opened and received the bounty of our bodies. The best of our Herds now float among the stars. There is no wind in their fur, but there is sunlight and honor. We gift them proudly to the sky.”
Again with the sky and their honor. As a very direct person, these people thought in circles from my point of view. I had respect for them, however. They believed what they believed and they were very willing to die for it. I had to wonder exactly what the nature of their agreement with the Macros was, but I didn’t want to waste my limited time satisfying curiosity. They might hold more vital information.
“Honorable herds,” I said, not knowing how else to address them as a group. “We of the human herds have done the impossible: we stormed and took two ships from the machines. We command one of their cruisers now, and we are leaving your star system. We ask for any information you may have that can help us defeat the machines. We ask if you will answer our questions.”
Another minute or so passed. It was a long one. Each time we spoke, it took a fraction longer for the messages to be relayed, as we were moving farther apart at a rapid pace. Finally, their answer came.
“We will tell you all we know. We agree to an exchange of wisdom concerning the stars and the beings that move amongst them. But we would ask you one question first: when will the human herds return? When will you come back here, brothers, and remove all the machines from our worlds?”
I felt a sick pain in my stomach. Major Sarin had come near, and her eyes met mine. Was that an accusatory gaze? Was she reproachful, wanting to scold me? I could tell she was. She was wondering what I had promised these people who’d we had caused such great pain. They seemed to be under the impression we were allies, that we were trustworthy. Perhaps they’d sacrificed themselves in their millions for a misunderstanding.
I took several seconds to formulate my reply. What had I said to them originally? Anything and everything I could to get them to ally with us. I could hardly recall the words, but I was sure I had offered up some kind of alliance. Perhaps to them, an alliance meant the merging of two herds when they met upon a grassy plain. Perhaps in their minds I’d offered to become part of their herd, to become one with their people. I sighed and rubbed at my head and thought of Sandra in her box.
“We will come back, when we defeat the machines in our system. If we never return, it means we were wiped out. I cannot say when we will come back here to help you, because I cannot predict the future. Any knowledge you can provide us with will help a great deal, however. That much I can assure you.”
“Sir,” Sarin said, tapping at the screen. “There’s a big transmission coming to us. It’s binary, not voice. Looks like the language the Nanos use to communicated among themselves.”
“Is it coming from the Centaurs?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Let’s hook up a fresh brainbox. We’ll record the download and examine it later.”
The Centaurs were talking again, so I took up my headset and pressed it to my ear.
“We gift you our wisdom. We gift you the knowledge of our people and all those we have come into contact with.”
I madly waved for my staff to get onto recording this incoming data. It was raining gold, and I wanted everyone to grab a bucket and fill it now.
“Allied herds,” I said, feeling a bit sour as I spoke the words. I didn’t like how quickly I’d learned to manipulate these honest beings. I had a feeling they had no salesmen or con artists in their society. “We are honored by your gift. We will send you what we can in return.”
After I’d sent the message, I turned to Welter, Sarin and Gorski, who had just joined us on the bridge. He looked worn out. “I want you to upload one of our brainboxes to them.”
They stared at me for a second, then Sarin and Gorski got to work on it. Welter looked unhappy. “Is that wise, sir?”
“They are our allies,” I said. “They are giving us everything they have.”
“Yes, it would appear so,” Welter said, massaging his chin. “But that doesn’t mean it is in our best interest to hand over information to an alien we’ve only just come into contact with.”
“I’ve met them before. I fought with them years ago in the Nano ships.”
“Yes, of course,” Welter said as if my words were meaningless. Perhaps to him they were.
Sarin and Gorski had the files up and on the screen. Gorski worked with both hands, tapping on the file. Options came up, and he tapped in the frequency and correct port to transmit through. “Are you ready, sir?”
“Is the Centaur transmission still incoming?” I asked.
“Gigabytes per second, sir. And it shows no sign of letting up.”
I licked my lips hungrily. Such valuable intel…I felt almost greedy thinking of it. What treasures would we find in those files? I bet it would keep General Kerr and his Pentagon analysts busy for years to come if we could get it home.
“Colonel, if I might lodge an objection?” Major Welter asked.
“Talk to me-quickly.”
“They will know the precise location of Earth. They will know all about us. What if these beings give this information to another race? What if they hand all that over to the next alien that wanders by?”
I stared at him, thinking hard. He had a point. They were rather gullible. Still, I had to wonder if they would keep transmitting if we didn’t reciprocate. I wanted their data, even at risk of my own. I wondered what course I was setting myself and all humanity upon. I shrugged slightly; there was no way of knowing.
“Send it to them,” I ordered. “We said we would exchange data. They started transmitting first. If we can’t trust the first friendly race we meet, who are we going to trust?”
Gorski tapped the send option on the screen. The file began loading up. A green bar appeared and grew
