Omega point

CHAPTER 3

"No. Absolutely not." Chures pushed his chair back from the conference table and stood. He leaned forward, pressing his fingertips onto the table's active glass surface.

"The decision's been made, Agent Chures," Deputy Director Sobieski, his perfect eugene face hard, stressed the title. "Klein has all the relevant clearances, and a valid freelance license. His partner's in the Reality Realms right now. Klein is qualified and invested. Surely you can see he's a good choice."

The others in the room watched in silence: Veronique Valdaire with her phone Chloe on the table in front of her, a fat Texan called Milton with USNA Homeland Security — the big guns, at least so far as human influence went — a fastidiouslooking VIA agent who'd introduced himself as Swan, Henson, a stout man in military fatigues from USNA Landwar, and a beefy-looking Boer, a UN attache who was too important to have offered his name. There were a handful of others round the table, but Otto could tell the spectators from the players easily enough. The ones who didn't matter wore the fixed expressions of people who did not wish to get involved in Chures' argument.

"We have plenty of qualified people of our own," said Chures.

"We do. And Klein here took out a whole squad of them without too much trouble," said Sobieksi, "while he was saving your ass, if I recall. And which of them has a resume like this?" Sobieski tapped at the table. The area in front of Chures sprang into life, 2D and holo files opening up on the table and above it, detailing Otto's career as a soldier and security consultant. Chures didn't look at it.

"Sobieski…"

"It's Assistant Director today, in here, Chures," the eugene warned.

Chures gritted his teeth. He did not care to be put in his place. " Assistant Director Sobieski. He's too close to the Fives."

"That's another reason he's in, and that is not our call. The Three Uncle Sams and the machines in the UN have swung it. The Director agrees. The numbers want him on board, so he's staying."

"Since when did we do what the machines say? It's one of them we're supposed to be bringing down. The VIA works on equal partnership terms between man and machine." He looked around the table. "It did when I signed my life away. Has something changed?"

Sobieski leaned forward. "Yes, it has, and that's all the more reason for the numbers to want all this resolved quickly. We're all on the same side, in this and all other matters. Don't forget that, Chures."

Chures stood his ground. "Sobieski, let me take my own team, my own men…"

"Assistant Director, Chures, Assistant Director." Sobieski sighed. "Chures, sit down."

Chures kept his grey eyes fixed on Otto as he sank into his chair. The wounds were healing. Wounds inflicted on him by his doppelganger, an advanced cybernetic android intended to replace him under the direction of k52, others taken at the hands of men in grey, mercenaries of some kind, as he'd scoured the southwest of the old US for Valdaire.

His olive-brown skin was marred with yellow and purple bruising, and a geckro membrane bandage covered his neck where the remains of his treacherous AI personality blend Bartolomeo had been removed. He'd had a manicure; his jewellery, expensive clothes and shoes were back. His twin custom uplinks, one behind each ear, had been replaced, but it'd take a lot more than a well-tailored suit to cover his hurts. He was smarting from the beatings he'd taken, and that he'd been saved from death by Klein, a man he could never trust.

"As far as the rest of the world is concerned, we're going to be doing our job," said Sobieksi. "The VIA is putting all of its efforts into preventing the spread of k52's influence into the rest of the Grid. We'll have teams working alongside the National Guard and UN forces to secure the Realm House. It will remain locked down, but short of actually nuking the place, we've no way to get k52 out. That's where Klein and his partner come in."

"His partner? How can we be sure Richards is not in league with the renegade?" said Chures, angry.

"He warned us, Chures."

"It's a bluff, Sobieski, Klein's a risk…"

"There will be no more disagreement on this matter." A voice intruded, that of Xerxes, a Class Five AI, like Richards, like k52. Xerxes was Uncle Sam 3, one of the AI triumvirate that ruled the United States of North America in all but name.

A holo beamed in via isolated tightbeam, away from the Grid where k52 might see, and followed the voice. Xerxes wore the face of an earnest government man. It was appropriate, for, though he was no man, he was a third of the government of a third of the world, and the VIA agents and EuPol specials and FBI and EuSec spooks and CIEA ghosts in the stateroom and watching via link reacted accordingly. The holo, fizzing with solar interference, manifested at the head of the table. Otto didn't react. He'd got too used to the Fives and their cheap melodrama. They were far too human, in their way.

"We desire that this issue be resolved immediately," Xerxes said without preamble. "It has been determined that the freelance security consultant Otto Klein, along with Doctor Veronique Valdaire, will accompany VIA Agent Santiago Chures. Klein is to have equal authority to Chures. This is a multilateral effort. The UN has agreed. That is all." The holo winked out.

"There, that settles that," said Sobieski. He pointed at his subordinate. "They are always listening, Chures, so don't go against what they say or you'll be off this case altogether. As for you, Klein — " Sobieski looked at the German "- don't think I'm entirely happy about this. This is a VIA affair, not work for mercenaries. But you've got yourself a Five for a buddy and as we're seeing here, they're all real tight with each other." He leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head in pure alpha display — the eugenes could help their display behaviour about as much as a monkey could. "On the other hand, this is Five business, Klein, so I guess if you fail or succeed you'll be answering to them. And for that I'm relieved; rather you than me."

Otto wondered what Valdaire made of the argument. He was glad to have her; without Richards they needed someone who knew the machine world, and, under the current circumstances, better a human than a number. As ex-InfoWar and a renowned AI expert, he couldn't think of anyone more suitable. She sat across the table, mouth thin. She didn't think much of Chures' objections then. But Otto's authority, that had been a surprise to the German; he'd been expecting Chures to be given sole command.

"Agent Swan, give us the current situation on the renegade," said Sobieski.

Swan was a slight man in a suit. A suit in a suit, Richards would say, thought Otto. He bobbed his head and stood. It took Otto a moment to realise the guy was a number, dressed up in some fancy near-human sheath. He did not blink — they never remembered to — and that gave him away. He had an info wand in his hand, old tech, but self-contained, safe from k52. The lights dimmed and holographic data filled the centre of the table. Reports, files, video and a large representation of what Otto took to be the Realm House, loaf-shaped top to deepest subterranean bottom, the enormous server farm in the Nevada desert that sustained the remaining thirty-one of the original thirty-six Reality Realms, along with, now, k52's rogue project. Otto had only seen the topside of the facility in the Real; looked like the tip of the iceberg if the map was anything to go by.

"k52 has disabled the entirety of the Realm House's security net," said Swan. Vital nodes blinked red within the complex. "And has complete control over the virtual worlds generated within. Our men have formed a perimeter 750 metres back from the outer fences, just VIA this close in, no National Guard until the outer perimeter. Their systems, as we saw, were easily overwhelmed," said Swan. He waved his wand. Video footage played, machines turned on men, weapons malfunctions, informational blackouts. "He skipped through the Guard's heaviest encryption like it was a field of daisies. Now we're on the scene, everyone out there now is pure analogue, radio voice communication, human hands on mechanical triggers, all interfaced staff have been pulled back. k52 can't do much about that." Swan pressed his lips tight. "But he could do a whole lot more. He has one of the most powerful collections of hardware anywhere on the planet at his disposal, and here's the puzzle: he's not actually doing anything with it."

"He going for digital uplift or something?" growled Milton. He was a big bear of a man, ruddy-faced and red-bearded. Otto knew nothing of him beyond what he'd gleaned from the man's introduction. His mentaug adjutant, walled off from the Grid like all the devices on the heavy lifter, was unable to furnish him with more.

"It's the favourite theory, but not the only one," said Swan. "We think his deification of Zhang Qifang may have been designed to lead us to believe that is what he is attempting, but we're not so sure. We can't get direct data from the Realm House currently, but system echoes suggest the remaining thirty-one Reality Realms are running normally."

"But the spare capacity…" led Sobieski.

"There is a lot of that, and activity within is off the chart. Whatever's running in there is far more sophisticated than anything we've seen yet."

"More forcing of the technology curve, like the cydroids," said the Texan.

"k52 calculated the technology syne, so he is best placed to push things faster than they might otherwise go. There's no telling what he's up to in there. But it's big, and he's not alone. Two other level Fives are missing, sixteen of the more individualistic Fours, and a Class Six from Singapore. We've some evidence to suggest, albeit inconclusively, that they're in there with him." More data came and went, much of it beyond Otto. Valdaire watched it keenly. "The curious thing is what he hasn't done. He's pinned the EuPol Five like a butterfly, frozen up a good part of the EU's digital superstructure in the process. With a thought he could toss the entire continent back into the dark ages, and then come after us, but he hasn't."

"Why?" demanded the Boer.

"Ah, that we don't know," said Swan.

"And that's what we need to find out," said Sobieski. "Klein's team is to find this man." A forty-centimetre holo of a skinny youth sprang up in the centre of the table, associated files scrolling over the glass in front of each of the room's occupants. "Giacomo Vellini, though his handle is — was — Waldo. Ms Valdaire, I believe you are the expert?"

Veronique's mouth worked a moment as all eyes turned to her. She quickly rallied. "Yes. Vellini. He pioneered the only truly successful entrance mechanism to the Reality Realms once they'd been closed off. He came and went for years without being detected."

"But he was," countered a stout VIA man. "We caught him in 2119."

"Yes," agreed Valdaire, "but only because he got careless, and cocky. He started to taunt the V… the authorities. Leave messages here and there. Even his username, 'Waldo', suggests a man who wished to be found. But he was, is, the finest hacker of his generation. If anyone can get us into the Realm House's virtual space without k52 noticing, it will be him."

"Where is he?" asked the Texan.

"No one knows," said Henson. "He did his time, and upped and left USNA after he was defrosted and released from Brandsville. We thought he might have gone back home to Europe, but he vanished off the system, and no one's seen him since."

"Aren't these people supposed to be under surveillance?" said the Texan sourly. "You VIA boys don't do your work well."

"He was," said Swan. "These people are the sharpest criminal minds on the planet, Milton, the best at what they do. If the likes of Waldo don't want finding, he won't be found."

"A wild-goose chase then," said Milton.

"Wait a minute," said the Boer. "You're going to find this Waldo, a man you say can't be found, and get him to walk you into the realms to ask k52 what he wants?"

"We are," said Sobieski. "Otto and Chures will find him."

"Klein is injured," protested Chures.

"It will wait," said Otto.

"You have people of your own?" asked Sobieski.

"One. Ky-tech like me. The best shot of his day. Here's his personnel file. There's a further bonus. Kaplinski, get him, and we'll get to k52's support network. This isn't purely a numbers job."

Chures' eyes narrowed as Klein ran footage taken from the Morden Subcity survnet system. There were men in grey, men like the ones who'd almost killed him the day before he and Klein had met at Valdaire's pirate hideaway in the Rockies.

"These men targeted and destroyed the second Qifang cydroid," he said, referring to the recent and convoluted murder of the famed AI rights activist. He'd uncovered k52's plot, and had attempted to warn Otto's partner Richards directly. Why him was a mystery to Otto. "Most of them are unknown," said Otto. "But this man-" The footage zoomed in so far the image began to break up. A large black man, shaven-headed, from his bulk and oddly formed muscles cybernetically altered. "Kwasi Sakaday Jones, Nigerian. He's a known associate of Kaplinski, ex-Union of West Africa cyborg…"

"Another of yours?" said Sobieski.

"No," said Otto. "But I've had run-ins with him before. Intel that Richards and I received recently has him working for or with someone I now know to be Kaplinski."

"And Kaplinski? He was one of yours."

"He was one of mine. Under my command, he went renegade. It's all on the file."

"What can you tell us about him?" asked the Boer.

"It's all on the file," said Otto levelly.

"And our contingency plans, gentlemen?" Milton sat back. "What are they?"

Sobieski frowned. "While Klein's team is searching for Vellini, we'll have three teams going into the Realm House itself, see if they can evade security and cut the wider Grid access to the Realms."

"I'll be leading that attempt," said Henson. "The teams are ready to go when we get the green light."

"You are going to physically isolate the Realms? That will be dangerous," said Valdaire.

"We have full disclosure of the Realm House's security systems. We can do it," said Henson.

"I meant to the Realms," said Valdaire.

"It is a risk," said Sobieski. "But I think we can all agree that the loss of the remaining Realms is preferable to losing control of the whole planet to k52."

"What," said Valdaire, "preferable because they are not real? The UN says otherwise."

Sobieski looked exasperated, keen to move on. "If we are successful in isolating them, it should set the EuPol Five loose, and we'll have the time to leisurely devise a scrubber to wipe k52 off the map. There is the risk of potential damage to the Realms, but…" Sobieski spread his hands. "It's better that than nuking them."

"I'm curious to know what he wants, and why he is doing this," said Swan.

The Texan snorted.

"Our role at the VIA is to understand why the machines do what they do — not even the Director knows that, and he's a number like me. If we don't interrogate k52, how can we stop this happening again?" said Swan.

"Ask yourself, Swan," said Milton.

"I have, but I am not k52," said the AI reasonably. "My conclusions are therefore irrelevant."

"And what, Assistant Director Sobieski, what if it fails?" asked the South African. "What if your pet Kraut here doesn't bring this Waldo fellow back in? What if k52 dices your agents to dogfood? What then?"

Sobieski looked at Swan. Swan twisted his wand in his hands.

"Then, to borrow the Assistant Director's terminology, we will nuke the place. There's a stratobomber on tightbeam link to me only, targeting the Realm House with EM pulse-generating atomics, low megaton yield. It is an option of last resort."

"How low a yield?" said the Boer.

"Low," said Sobieski, "but once you take into account the energy released by the failure of the Realm House's tau-grade fusion reactor, there will be a big hole in Nevada."

Swan looked round the table. "In addition, we risk a large amount of collateral damage to the Grid. We can buffer the overspill, but the Realms are deeply entrenched in the network."

"And how much is that gonna cost us?" said Milton.

"Thirty per cent of the Grid could be damaged. Estimated cost runs to 360 trillion dollars," said Swan. "Disregarding physical damage to the Real."

The Boer slapped the table. "'Disregarding physical damage to the Real,' fucking number."

"Then Klein, Chures," said Milton. "You better not fuck this up."

"I have a lead. Oleg Kolosev." As Otto spoke the files were called onto the room's screens. "Old friend and partner of Vellini's. If anyone knows where to find 'Waldo', he does. Kolosev has also been arrested and convicted by the VIA. He tried to hide himself when he got out. Unlike Vellini, Kolosev has been unsuccessful, running home to the Ukraine. Richards and I use him sometimes. He's not of the same standard as Vellini, but they were close, and he may know where Waldo is. No matter how hard he tries to hide, he is easy to find, and he will talk for the right price."

Sobieski narrowed his eyes, thinking. Then he spoke abruptly. "Klein, Chures, you're leaving for Kiev in the morning. Henson, prep your teams. Swan, continue your attempts to dig out the EuPol Five and shut off k52 from his choir in Europe. I want this wrapped up by the end of the week."