A Deepness in the Sky

"Sure, we can handle weird calendars, but that's in front-end applications." Arlo Dinh had been an apprentice programmer; now he was in charge of software mods. "Our new, um, employers are using Qeng Ho internal tools. ‘There will be side effects."' Arlo intoned the mantra ominously.

"Okay, okay. I'll take—" Ezr paused, experiencing a burst of administrative insight. "Arlo, why don'tyou take this up with Reynolt? Explain the problems to her."

Ezr looked down at his agenda, avoiding Arlo's annoyed gaze. "Next item. We're getting more new tenants. The Podmaster says to expect at least another three hundred Emergents, and after that another fifty Qeng Ho. It looks like life-support can tolerate this. What about our other systems? Gonle?"

When their ranks had been real, Gonle Fong had been a junior quartermaster on theInvisible Hand. Fong's mind still hadn't caught up with the changes. She was of indeterminate age, and if not for the ambush she might have lived out her life a junior quartermaster. Maybe she was one of those people whose career paths had stopped at just the right place, where their abilities precisely matched what was asked of them. But now...

Fong nodded at his question. "Yeah, I have some numbers to show you." She plinked away at the Emergent keyboard in front of her, made some mistakes, tried to correct. On the window across the room, various error messages reported on her flailings. "How do you turn those off?" Fong muttered, swearing to herself. She made another typo and her rage became very public. "Goddamn it to hell, I can't stand these fucking things!" She grabbed the keyboard and smashed it down onto the polished wood table. The wood veneer cracked, but the keyboard was unharmed. She smashed it again; the error display across the room shimmered in iridescent protest and vanished. Fong half rose from her seat and waved the oddly bent keyboard in Ezr's face. "Those Emergent fuckers have taken away all the I/O that works. I can't use voice, I can't use head-up displays. All we have are windows and these mother-damned things!" She threw the keyboard at the table. It bounced up, spinning into the ceiling.

There was a chorus of agreement, though not quite so manic. "You can't do everything through a keyboard. We need huds....We're crippled even when the underlying systems are okay."

Ezr held up his hands, waiting for the mutiny to die down. "You all know the reason for this. The Emergents simply don't trust our systems; they feel they need to control the periphery."

"Sure! They want spies on every interaction. I wouldn't trust captured automation either. But this is impossible! I'll use their I/O, but make 'em give us head-up displays and eye-pointers and—"

"I'll tell you, there are some people who are just going on using their old gear," said Gonle Fong.

"Stop!"This was the part of being a toady that hurt the most. Ezr did his best to glare at Fong. "Understand what you are saying, Miss Fong. Yes. This is a major inconvenience, but Podmaster Nau regards disobedience on this point as treason. It's something the Emergents see as a direct threat."So keep your old I/O gear but understand the risk. He didn't say that out loud.

Fong was hunched down over the table. She looked up at him and nodded grimly.

"Look," Ezr continued, "I've asked Nau and Reynolt for other devices. We may get a few. But remember, we're stuck light-years from the nearest industrial civilization. Any new gadgets have to be made with just what the Emergents have here at L1." Ezr doubted that very much would be forthcoming. "It is deadly important for you to make the I/O ban clear to your people. For their own safety."

He looked from face to face. Almost everyone glared back at him. But Vinh saw their secret sense of relief. When they went back to their friends, the committee members would have Ezr Vinh to point at as the spineless fellow who was ramrodding the Emergent demands—and their own unpopular position would be a little easier.

Ezr sat silent a moment more, feeling impotent.Please let this be whatCrewleader Diem wants of me. But Jimmy's eyes were as blank and hard as the others. Outside of the bactry, he played his role well. Finally, Ezr leaned forward and said quietly to Fong, "You were going to tell me about the newcomers. What are the problems?"