The Far Shore of Time

“So, for the first time in the history of the world, the human race is starting to act as though there are more important things than what some part of us wants to do to some other part.

“I’m not talking about the various nations. They’ve all got their own superpatriots-I won’t name any names, but you can probably think of a couple right here-and they’re all getting grabby. But we can deal with that, as long as the terrorists don’t screw everything up. They aren’t doing that, Dannerman. The IRA, the Tamil Tigers, the militants in our own country, the Sons of Palestine, even the Lenni-Lenape Ghost Dancers-they’ve all been turning in their weapons caches, and even the ones that haven’t gone that far are mostly laying low. For that matter, the Floridians are beginning to talk as though they were part of the United States again. I can see it happening myself-do you know that nobody’s tried to assassinate me for nearly three months? And it’s not just here. Why, a couple of Sundays ago the President of the Russian Republic took his grandchildren for a walk in Gorky Park without a single bodyguard, and nobody roughed them up.

“I like that. It makes my job a lot easier. And I don’t want it to stop.”

He finished his coffee, looking into space for a moment, as though he were coming to an important decision.

As a matter of fact, he was. “So, two things,” he said. “As long as you’re exceeding your authority, exceed it one more time. Don’t let any of those subs contact any human forces until, and how, I tell you. I don’t want them landing anywhere until we’ve sorted this out a little better. All right?”

I said, “Yes, sir.” At that point I would have said, “Yes, sir,” to just about anything the man said.

“Good,” he said. “The other thing doesn’t affect you directly, but I think you ought to know. Today I’m going to push all the chips into the middle of the table. I’ve asked our UN ambassador to call an emergency session of the General Assembly, and I’m heading up there as soon as I’ve finished with you. I’m going to admit that to attack the Scarecrow ship we used a few nukes that we’d stashed away-well, I don’t have much choice about admitting that. Pell wanted me to claim we’d used only conventional chemical bombs, but the astronomers have already detected gamma radiation from where the Scarecrow ship used to be, so that’s that. And I’m going to tell the General Assembly exactly how many nukes we still have, and exactly where they’re hidden, and I’m going to invite UN troops to come in to safeguard them. And I’m going to release every last bit of data we have on the Scarecrows and the Horch, including all your translations and all the secret work we’ve done at the NBI place in Arlington. And I’m going to tell them that, using my powers as President, I am pledging to accept whatever decisions the UN makes as to where the submarines at sea should go, and what should be done with them.

“And then I’m going to come back here and face up to the Congress. God knows what they’ll do to me.

“But that’s not your problem, is it? So you go back to work, Agent Dannerman Number Three, and-Now what? Is something bothering you?”

I said, “Sort of. I mean yes, definitely. I was hoping to get out of this job pretty soon.”

The President looked surprised. He opened his mouth to speak to me, but someone somewhere cleared his throat. So instead the President said testily to the air, “What is it, Hewitt?”

The air sounded apologetic. “It’s your appointment with the ambassador, sir. If you want to meet with him before you go to the General Assembly, we’re cutting it pretty close.”

“We’ll cut it a little closer. Call him to say we’ll be late.” Then, to me, “What did you have in mind?”

So I told him about my hope of fitting some others with language implants, and what Pirraghiz had said about my needing more rest, not to mention my wanting to get on with some of my personal concerns. And then-because he seemed to own the most sympathetic ear I was likely to have for a while-I went on to tell him what some of those personal concerns were, such as Patrice Adcock.

When I ran down he took another meditative sip of coffee, and then he looked up at me and grinned.

“I love solving other people’s problems,” he said, “because they’re always so easy. You’ve got yourself tangled up in a problem that doesn’t exist, Agent Dannerman. I’ve met your Patrice, you know, briefing me on Threat Watch now and then. Seems like a very nice woman to me. Why do you think she isn’t the real

one?”

I frowned. “Because she’s a copy, naturally.”

“Naturally she is,” he agreed, “but so are you, aren’t you?

And how ‘real’ do you think you are? Shit, man! Marry the girl, if she’ll have you. Only,” he said apologetically, “don’t count on any long honeymoons, because I’ve got to say no to making any more translators just now. See, you’re all I’ve got.”