Navigators of Dune

56

Erasmus was true to his word. After allowing for the vagaries of positioning and more than a century of drifting, Draigo’s scouts found the thinking-machine fleet exactly where the independent robot had said it would be. Forty bulky battleships hanging in space, dark and cold, but intact.

Once scouts tagged the robot fleet, Draigo gathered a crew of Denali engineers and technicians to assess, inspect, and reactivate the thinking-machine vessels and pilot them back to the research planet.

Erasmus asked for permission to accompany the recovery team, but after Draigo considered multiple worst-case scenarios he concluded that he did not trust the robot enough: If given access to all those machine ships, Erasmus might just be tempted to seize them for his own purposes. Though his memory core now resided in a vulnerable biological body, Draigo chose not to take the risk.

A Navigator had brought the recovery team out into deep space, where the tagged robot fleet drifted, and now Draigo paced the piloting deck in silence, studying his prize. The Navigator in the tank behind him made no comment.

The Denali chief engineer, a tough woman named Hana Elkora, joined him on the deck. “I can’t wait to get my hands on those. Over the last ten years I’ve refurbished two dozen old thinking-machine vessels and added them to the VenHold commercial fleet — but never so many at one time.” Clearly pleased, she put her hands on her broad hips, as if considering all the hard work ahead. “This is a real treasure trove. Good thing the barbarians didn’t find them first. Those fanatics would have blown up perfectly good vessels without even attempting to salvage them.”

Draigo nodded. “What matters is that we have these warships, assets we can either turn against Manford Torondo or use to defend Arrakis or Kolhar.”

“Damned right, and we’ll get right to work,” Elkora said. “By now I know the usual machine booby traps, and I am more than familiar with lumbering old robot engines. We’ll get these ships going one at a time and fly them back to Denali. Even with just faster-than-light drives, you should start receiving the new vessels within a week.”

As the Mentat stared at the dark hulks floating there, he began counting and cataloguing them. “Directeur Venport will dispatch carrier ships with spare Holtzman engines to be installed. We can turn these wrecks into spacefolders in no time.”

“I’m ready to get to work,” Elkora said.

“All of us are.”

AN INITIAL CREW made their way aboard the first of the mothballed vessels. They used generators and battery packs to reactivate the rudimentary life-support systems, which the thinking machines had installed only for transporting human slaves. After several hours, the engineers managed to make the machine ship sufficiently habitable, and more workers came aboard in insulated suits and breathers.

Draigo and Elkora entered the echoing vessel, noting metal corridors and chambers and very few amenities. Aboard, they found hundreds of deactivated robots and combat meks. The ominous machines stood where they had frozen, burly and fearsome units. The Mentat stood in front of one motionless metal figure, examining its reinforced arms and legs, the integrated weaponry.

“These things are just junk,” said Elkora. “You always find them aboard abandoned robot ships. We can dump them out the airlocks — if you want us to bother with that.”

“Do what you feel is necessary.” Draigo continued to stare at the combat robot, as if challenging it. It was vastly different from Erasmus in his new biological body. “Cleaning out the garbage is not your priority. Remove the ones that get in the way, a minimum amount to save time. We can always dispose of the robots at Denali, where we have more manpower — pile them on the surface where the old cymek bodies rusted for decades.”

“Understood, sir. My team will take it from here.”

Feeling an odd compulsion, Draigo reached out to touch the exoskeleton of the combat mek. He thought of how much fear the thinking machines had pounded into the human psyche for so long.

He found it curious now, with the threat of the Butlerians and the repercussions from Emperor Roderick himself, that these thinking machines were no longer the greatest threat to civilization.