'How?'
'Inside this complex delusion, the deaths of Karen and Zooey make sense. It was their deaths that made you write your book. It was your book that got you appointed to Project Trinity. If you believe God put you inside Trinity to stop Armageddon, then the deaths of your family have meaning, rather than being a senseless tragedy.'
I squeezed the armrests to try to bleed off my frustra¬tion.
'David, you have a degree in theoretical physics from MIT. Your brain could construct this fantasy while you were balancing your checkbook.'
'Karen and Zooey died five years ago,' I said. 'Wait. Forget that argument. Do you remember what my father said about religion?'
'What?'
'Mankind is the universe becoming conscious of itself.'
'I remember.'
'He was more right than he knew. And something in the way he raised me is what made me open to being penetrated by God.'
'But you've never believed in God!'
'Not in the traditional way. But I believe this. I know this. And if you'll give me one more minute, you'll understand why I have to go to White Sands.'
'One minute? That's more than I should listen to.'
'After Niels Bohr was smuggled out of Nazi-controlled territory, he went to Los Alamos. He found some very disturbed physicists there. My father was one. These naive young academics had suddenly found them¬selves working with technology powerful enough to end not only the war, but the world. Bohr calmed them down by explaining a profound principle called comple¬mentarity. He said, 'Every great and deep difficulty bears in itself its own solution.' The bomb that could destroy the world also had the power to end large-scale warfare. And it has.' I tapped the armrest with my knuckles. 'The Trinity computer is the same. It can end our world or save it.'
Rachel leaned back in her seat and rubbed her eyes. 'Don't you think you're overstating the case?'
'No.'
'I can't think about this anymore.'
Rather than argue, I reached over and began massag¬ing her neck. Her tension was slow to ease, but after a while she settled deeper into the seat and began to breathe with a regular rhythm. I was feeling drowsy myself when General Kinski appeared in the aisle, his leathery face looking down at me with urgency.
'What is it?' I asked.
'A heavily populated river valley in Germany was just flooded. Half a town washed away. A dam opened of its own accord.'
'What does that have to do with us?' Rachel asked sleepily.
'The dam was computer-controlled. Its human opera¬tors tried to override the automated system, but the computer's action had damaged the spillway doors. Dozens of people drowned.'
'Trinity?' I said.
'We believe so.'
'This is just the beginning.'
Kinski nodded. 'I fear you're right.'
'But Germany,' Rachel said. 'What could Germany have to do with Trinity?'
'I expect we'll know before long,' said the Mossad chief. 'In any case, I believe we are now at war with a machine. Could you please return to the front of the plane, Dr. Tennant? We have some more questions for you.'
I got up and followed the Israeli forward.
CHAPTER 39
WHITE SANDS SITUATION ROOM
Ravi Nara took a sip of steaming tea and looked at the other men sitting at the table in the Situation Room. All were staring at a screen to the right of the main display. The text of the computer's initial message to the presi¬dent glowed there in blue, the words as chilling now as when they first bloomed on the primary monitor:
Mr. President,
Today you woke up in a new world. Trinity has made the old paradigms of government obsolete. The concept of the nation-state will soon be dead. You should not fear this change. Counsel the citizens of the world not to be afraid. Leaders of the other major powers have been sent messages much like this one, and they will look to you for guidance. You and I will speak a great deal in the days to come, but for now certain realities must be understood.
First, you must attempt no action against me. I have the power to cause massive loss of life and capi¬tal both in the United States and around the world. This power does not reside within my circuitry. Immediately after I went on-line, I exported certain programs to several hundred computers on the periphery of my network, which encompasses the entire Internet. If I drop off-line for any length of time, irrevocable disaster will instantly be set in motion. If you attempt to destroy me or even to dis¬rupt my electrical supply, America as you know it will cease to exist. For a small demonstration of my capa¬bilities, watch Japan.
One attack has already been made on my physical manifestation. It originated from German territory. Because I determined that this attack did not come from a national government, I responded with limited force. The leaders of every nation should act immedi¬ately to discourage further attacks of this nature. My next response will not be so limited.
As for practicalities: yourself, the vice president, and the Joint Chiefs of Staff will gather in a room under digital video and audio surveillance. The nuclear briefcase will remain with you. You will arrange for the men in line for presidential succession down to eighth position to gather in another room under surveillance. I am aware of the nuclear alert codes that summon the aforementioned officials, so compliance should not be a problem. Send all surveil¬lance signals in real time to Trinity. This inconvenience will only be necessary for seventy-two hours. If you do not comply within ninety minutes, I shall be forced to impose catastrophic sanctions. Do not delay.
I shall contact you again soon.
This message had thrown the Situation Room into panic. Questions to the computer elicited no further response, and the confusion had only worsened until the story of the German dam 'accident' hit CNN at the top of the hour. Moments later, Skow hung up from a con¬sultation with his NSA colleagues at Fort Meade.
'The German federal police have two high school seniors in custody. Apparently, these kids heard a news report about Trinity and figured this was their big chance to save the world. They tracked Trinity's IP address, hacked past the firewalls Levin had installed, and attacked the computer.'
'Where did they live?' asked General Bauer.
'In the town that was flooded when the dam let go. Their high school and one of their parents' houses were destroyed.'
Bauer nodded. 'That gives us a pretty clear idea of the specificity of the computer's retaliatory ability.'
Another news alert shocked the Situation Room into silence, this one from MSNBC:
'The Japanese yen tumbled fifteen percent in after-hours trading today, sparking fears of a selling panic when the Nikkei opens on Monday. The drop was blamed on an unusually high volume of computerized trades, which kept the yen falling at a rate just below that which would have put curbs on trading. This uncommon phenomenon has raised suspicions that computer hackers might be tampering with the after-hours trading system, but nothing has yet been proved. The yen has stabilized for the moment, but fears persist that institutional traders will begin dumping the currency again at any moment.'
'Fifteen percent!' said an ashen-faced Skow. 'Do you realize what would happen if the dollar fell fifteen percent in a day?'
While the men in the Situation Room tried to assess the intent of the Trinity computer, analysts from the Army
