A Deepness in the Sky

He gently disengaged the littlest kitten from his jacket, and shooed them all away from the hatch mechanism. It slid back, locked itself open. Would the little stupids try to follow? He gave them a last wave. "Whatever you may think, you really don't want to come with me. Gun wire hurts."

The Attic grouproom was crammed with extra seating; there was scarcely room to maneuver around the edges. And the moment Silipan turned off the zipheads' comm links, the place turned into a madhouse. Trud dived away from the reaching arms, retreated to the control area at the top of the room. "They reallyreally don't like to be taken off their work."

It was worse than Pham had thought it would be. If the zipheads hadn't been tied down, he and Trud would have been attacked. He looked back at the Emergent. "It had to be done. This is the core of Nau's power, and now it's denied him. We're taking over all across L1, Trud."

Silipan's stare was glassy. There had been too many shocks. "All over L1? That's impossible....You've killed us all, Pham. You've killed me." Some alertness returned; no doubt he was imagining what Nau and Brughel would do to him.

Pham steadied him with his free hand. "No. I intend to win. If I do, you'll survive. So will the Spiders."

"What?" Trud bit his lip. "Yeah, cutting off support will slow Ritser. Maybe those damned Spiders will have a chance." His gaze became distant, then snapped back to Pham's face. "What are you, Pham?"

Pham answered softly, pitching his voice just over the shouted demands from the zipheads. "Just now, I'm your only hope." He drew Silipan's confiscated huds from his jacket pocket, and handed them to the man.

Trud carefully straightened the crumpled material and slipped them over his eyes. He was silent for a moment, then: "We have more huds. I can get you a pair."

Pham smiled the foxy grin that Silipan had never seen till two hundred seconds ago. "That's okay. I have something better."

"Oh." Trud's voice was small.

"Now I want you to do a damage assessment. Is there any way you can get work from your people here, with Nau cut off?"

Trud shrugged angrily. "You know that's imposs—" He looked up again at Pham. "Maybe, maybe there are some trivial things. We do offline computing. I might be able to trick the numerical control zipheads... ."

"Good man. Calm these people down, see if any of them will help us."

They parted. Silipan descended to the zipheads, talked soothing words, bagged the floating vomitus that the sudden upset had generated. The shouting only got louder:

"I need the tracking updates!"

"Where are the translations on the Kindred response?"

"You stupids, you've lost the comm!"

Pham slid sideways across the ceiling, looking downward through the ranks of seated zipheads, listening to the complaints. On the far wall, Anne and her other assistant floated motionless on grabfelt rests. She should be safe and out of it.Your final battle is being fought, just a century or twoafter you thought all was lost.

The vision behind Pham's eyes faded in and out. In most of the Attic, he'd been able to restart the microwave pulse power. He had perhaps one hundred thousand localizers in reach and alive. It was a bright meta-light extending his vision in disjoint fingers through the Attic, to wherever a cloud of localizers had come alive and could find a thread of links back to him.

Status, status. Pham scanned across the readouts on zipheads in the grouproom and beyond. There were only a few still locked in their roomlets in the capillary tunnels, specialists that hadn't been needed in the current operation. Many of them had gone into convulsive tantrums when their job stream was blocked. Pham eased into the control system and opened some of the incoming communications. There were things he had to know, and it might ease the discomfort of the Focused. Trud looked up uneasily; he could tell that someone was messing with his system.

Pham reached beyond the Attic, searching for some glimmer from localizers on the rockpile's surface. There! One or two isolated images, low-rate and monochrome. He had a glimpse of a taxi coming down on naked rock, near Hammerfest. Damn, sluiceway S745. If Nau could negotiate that lockless hatch, there was no doubt where he'd go next.

For a fleeting moment Pham felt the overwhelming fear of facing an unstoppable adversary.Ah, it's like being young again. He had perhaps three hundred seconds before Nau got to L1-A. No point in holding anything back. Pham sent out the command to bring all reachable localizers online—even the ones without power. Their tiny capacitors held enough charge for a few dozen packets each. Used cleverly, he could get a fair amount of I/O.

Behind his eyes, pictures slowly formed, bit by bit by bit.