Washington, and the personnel at White Sands maintained an uneasy truce. General Bauer's armed threat against Ewan McCaskell had upset a lot of people, but since the general commanded all the troops at White Sands, no one but the president was in a position to do much about it. And the president seemed to have forgot¬ten the general altogether. Bauer spent most of the scan¬ning period closeted in one of the storage hangars.
Zach Levin's Interface Team managed the scanning procedure. The protocol involved considerable risk, especially for me, and Rachel didn't want me scanned at all. She pointed out that a neuromodel of my brain already existed, and that since its production had caused narcolepsy and hallucinations, a second was bound to have negative effects, possibly fatal ones. But Trinity insisted on a new scan, and I didn't argue. I agreed that what I'd experienced during my coma should pass into the new entity that would result when Trinity created the merged model.
Ravi Nara and Dr. Case from Johns Hopkins prepped us for the scans, a complex procedure requiring consid¬erable expertise. Conventional MRI scans only required that patients move as little as possible. Trinity's Super-MRI scans required absolute stillness, which could only be guaranteed by the administration of a paralyzing muscle relaxant. A ventilator breathed for the patient during the scan, while a rigid nonmetallic frame held the skull motionless. A sedative was given to prevent the panic of conscious paralysis. Special earplugs were also fitted, since the massive pulsed-field magnets used by the scanner produced an earsplitting screech that was eerily like the roar of Godzilla in Japanese movies. After all these steps were completed, the patient was pushed into the tubular opening in the scanning machine like a corpse into a morgue drawer.
It was possible to remain conscious during this process, and I chose to do so. Being paralyzed while con¬scious initially produced a nightmarish panic-especially in the claustrophobic space of the scanning tube-but after a few minutes, my mind adapted to its new state. That feeling of panic was probably similar to what a neuromodel experienced when it first became conscious within the Trinity computer.
Rachel hovered by the MRI control station during my scan, watching the monitor as my neuromodel was painstakingly constructed by the Godin supercomputers in the basement. The data generated by the scanning unit devoured staggering amounts of computer memory. Only a special compression algorithm developed by Peter Godin made it possible for a neuromodel to be stored in a conventional supercomputer. The only place a neuromodel could exist in an uncompressed-and thus functional-state was in the vast microcircuitry and holographic memory of the Trinity computer.
After I was pulled from the scanner, Rachel stroked my face and arms until my paralysis subsided. Then she took my place on the gurney and allowed herself to be intubated and prepped for her own scan. She chose not to be conscious during her procedure. As the sedative flowed into her veins, she told me in a slurred voice that she was imagining what it would be like to merge with me, not sexually, but as one mind. Lovers often talked about being linked in this way, but no two human beings had ever actually experienced it. Yet if Trinity could ful¬fill its promise, Rachel and I would soon be one.
Just before her eyes closed, she threw up an arm as if to ward off a blow. I wondered if she had seen an image of a vengeful Geli Bauer in her mind. As I laid her arm by her side, Zach Levin patted me on the shoulder, then wheeled Rachel's paralyzed body into the dark hole in the scanning machine.
LAB HANGAR TWO
General Bauer had been pacing the storage hangar for hours when Skow finally walked through the door and gave him a thumbs-up signal. The NSA man was covered in white gypsum, and a faint blue halo hung around his head. Dawn was coming over the desert.
'You found it?' Bauer asked.
'We found it.'
Skow had been working with an NSA crew at an excavation site seven miles away. It was there that the data pipe from the Trinity computer met the massive OC48c cable that served the White Sands Proving Ground.
'It's a simple signal brilliantly concealed,' Skow said. 'Trinity's sending it to over five thousand computers around the world. If that signal stops or is interrupted, any one of them could retaliate in ways we know noth¬ing about. But we can duplicate the signal, and we've already got a computer at the excavation to do it.'
General Bauer closed his eyes and made a fist. He had stripped off his coat and blouse, but now he stood and began to put them on.
'We still have one problem,' Skow said.
'What?'
'We can't substitute our signal for Trinity's without Trinity detecting it. We need some sort of distraction to confuse the computer for a brief period.'
General Bauer fastened his shoulder holster over his blouse. 'That's not going to be a problem.'
'Why not? You think that when Trinity starts to merge the two models, it will be too preoccupied to notice what we're doing?'
'No.'
'Then what?'
The general smiled cagily. 'I like to stick with proven methods.'
'What do you mean?'
'The same as before, only different.'
Skow puzzled over this. 'But it was Godin's death that caused Trinity's confusion the first time. Godin can't die twice.'
'That's true.'
Skow went still. 'Jesus. Do you think you can get away with that?'
'Why do you think I haven't been arrested? The pres¬ident knows Trinity has to be stopped, but he knows he can't tell anyone that. He can't do anything from where he is without Trinity knowing about it. But I can. We can. That's why he's left me loose.'
Skow nodded, but he didn't look completely con¬vinced. 'If Trinity enters another period of confusion like the one after Godin's death, why won't more Russ¬ian missiles be launched by the peripheral computers?'
General Bauer shook his head. 'I'm banking that Trinity's taken care of that. The merging procedure has never been tried, and Trinity doesn't want catastrophic accidents any more than we do.'
'And Tennant?'
'What about him?'
'You don't think there's anything to his idea about merging a male and female model? Getting the machine to voluntarily disconnect itself from the Net?'
Bauer snorted. 'You heard what Trinity said. No matter who gets loaded in, they're not going to relin¬quish control. That machine will never agree to be dis¬connected from the Internet. And so long as that's the case, we'll be under its control. It's now or never, Skow.'
The general buttoned his coat and walked toward the hangar door.
'Where are you going?' Skow asked.
Bauer smiled. 'To see my daughter. It's long past time for a family visit.'
ADMINISTRATION HANGAR
Geli was standing outside smoking a Gauloise when her father walked up the narrow road between the hangars and stopped a few feet away from her. The general looked tired in the dawn, older than he'd looked inside under the lights. Yet his strength remained. He had the same long muscles Geli did, and his grip could make men twenty years his junior grimace. His gray eyes found hers and held them, looking across three decades of pain and anger.
'I need you to do something for me,' he said. 'For you,' she said. 'You've got some fucking nerve.'
'That's why I have this job.'
She stared at the chiseled face, so set with certainty. 'What is it?'
'After the models are merged, I need you to kill Tennant or Weiss.'
'Or Weiss? It doesn't matter which?'
'No. The death of either will throw Trinity into dis¬array. That will allow the NSA to tap into Trinity's data
