Swarm

-13-

When I woke up, I felt better, but then I remembered everything, and felt awful again. For some reason, I’d had nice dreams of Donna and sunny days. I missed my dreams, and as I lay there, blinking up at the metallic ceiling, I tried to go back to sleep. I tried to get back into my happy dreams, but I couldn’t. I finally gave up, groaned and heaved myself out of my chair.

Sandra wasn’t on the bridge. I figured she was in her room that I’d set up for her. Maybe she was sleeping too. I rummaged for food, washed in the bathroom, which I’d managed to set up with a bowl of running water. It was cold water, and there was no shower yet. But even cold water and a bar of soap on my face felt good at that point.

When I finished and turned around, Sandra was staring at me. She had a loop of black cable around her neck now, not her ankles. She looked like some kind of prisoner. I sighed, we were both prisoners.

She pointed to the thing wrapped around her neck. “This sucks,” she said.

“I’m sorry. What happened to the ankle things?”

“I took a nap in my room and you told the ship to remove them when I was alone, remember? It did, since you weren’t around. But once I came near you, it just reached out and grabbed the nearest thing it could. In this case, my neck.”

I would have laughed if I’d felt better. “Is it better or worse than the ankle?”

“Well,” she said, considering. “It’s easier to move around, actually. It doesn’t hurt, and so far the ship’s been very careful not to choke me. But it is demeaning.”

“Do you want me to change it?”

“No, I suppose its fine.”

“Here, I can at least put it around your waist.” I ordered the ship to switch the cable to circle her waist. It looked far more natural that way. It was almost like a safety harness, rather than a slave collar.

“Thanks,” she said, breathing more easily.

I hesitated. “Should I get those injections? I think, eventually, I’m going to have to do it. I won’t be able to live like this forever.”

“Don’t do it for my comfort. You don’t know how it will turn out. I’ll just play harem girl here for another day.”

I snorted and we ate some breakfast. I wondered what time it was. Looking at the wall, I realized we were up above Earth, but not so far up we didn’t feel the gravity. I wondered how long we’d been up here, and if we were even over California anymore. Life in space was rather different. It sort of scrambled your brains. All the normal cycles of night, day, meals and sleeping were disrupted. I supposed it was rather like spending a long period in a submarine or underground in a mine.

“Do you know what they do to keep themselves feeling right on a submarine or a spaceship?” I asked Sandra.

“What?”

“I have no idea,” I said, “I’d hoped you would.”

“Well, they probably try to keep as normal a cycle as possible with clocks and all. We should do the same.”

“I agree,” I said. I talked to the Alamo for awhile, giving it instructions to sound off the hours as they passed if we weren’t sleeping. I also told it to dim or brighten the glow of its walls in rhythm with the normal sun cycles. We set ourselves up on California time. That would probably feel the most natural.

Later, Crow contacted me and I talked to him about it. He said they were already doing it, but I should set my clocks by Greenwich Mean Time, which meant I would be living on British time. If we all went by that time standard, we would be in synch and could coordinate better. I agreed, it was the simplest system, and as an officer he didn’t want us calling him all night every night.

He went over a plan with me, telling me he wanted to place picket ships around Earth. Using six ships, one over each pole and four more in a belt over the equator, we could increase our warning time if a new enemy contact arrived on the scene.

“Good idea,” I said.

“Glad you like it. You are assigned to the North Pole, with a twelve hour shift. Take the day shift. I want you awake and thinking up new ways to get these ships working for us.”

“Fine.”

“I’d put you in command of a squadron to practice formations, but I think instead you are going to be our one-man research team. Did you manage to raid a few shops and make your ship more homey?”

I told him about the slaughter at the Merced mall. He clucked his tongue disappointedly.

“Now, don’t take that to heart. That was their screw-up, not yours. You shouldn’t feel bad about it. They all know what will happen if they fire on these ships.”

“Yes, but I figure just one man lost his nerve and fired, then the ship fired back, then the rest thought it was open season and—”

“Yeah, yeah. I know what happened. It’s by no means the first time. But they have to learn, even if it is the hard way.”

I didn’t like his attitude. Not at all. “These are human beings we are talking about here. The ones we are supposedly defending.”

“There are kinks that need to be worked out. I’m on it. I have my diplomatic team—”

“We are talking about Pierre the internet con-man, right?”

“Ambassador Pierre Gaspard, you mean. Make sure if you have any contact with the Earth governments, you call him Ambassador. I should never have told you about his background, I see that now.”

“Don’t get huffy. Okay, he’s our Ambassador. How’s he doing?”

“Rather well, actually. Using your brilliant scheme for capturing young women—”

“That wasn’t my intention!”

“Whatever. In any case, I managed to catch a U.S. Senator in her bathrobe this morning in D.C. She failed the very first test, of course—you remember the ingenuity test where you are supposed to ride on the arm to get out of the room?”

“I recall it well.”

“Anyway, she was dumped back out onto her lawn within a minute. My ship was only about two meters above the ground. I had the ship snatch her up again and brought her to my bridge. I thought the woman was going to have a heart attack, but she lived and I handed her over to Pierre’s ship to open negotiations.”

“Wait a minute,” I said, “she failed a test on your ship, but the Nanos let her aboard Pierre’s ship?”

“Yeah, it seems once they are marked as losers they stay losers for all the Nanos.”

“Thanks a lot,” said Sandra, interrupting.

“Oh, hey Sandra. No offense.”

Sandra stalked off the bridge.

“What’s the Senator’s name?” I asked.

“Kim Bager.”

“Really? Isn’t Senator Bager chairing the foreign relations committee?”

“Maybe. I don’t follow Yank politics, I follow football. The kind where you use your feet. Anyway, she’s having a long talk with Pierre now. I mean, Ambassador Gaspard.”

“I’ve got to talk to her. To both of them.”

“I think that can be arranged. But try not to say anything embarrassing or too revealing, okay? This is serious business.”

“The business of serious extortion.”

“Now, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. We aren’t pirates, mate! We are a serious political force. We lost several ships and good people fighting for Earth just yesterday. If we can get the supplies we need in an orderly fashion, your ship won’t have to slaughter people at malls next week when you run out of food.”

I took a deep breath. He was right about raiding, it was dangerous for the people on the ground. It was hard for me to take our ragtag group seriously as a political power because we were so new, so green. But we were like a separate nation now. We were trapped in our ships. We knew things no one else on Earth understood. Our mission was life and death, not only for ourselves, but possibly for the rest of humanity as well.

“Okay,” I said. “I promise to play the role of a Star Force Commander. If they take us seriously, this will all go more smoothly for everyone.”

“Exactly. Glad to hear it.”

“What would you have done if I didn’t agree, Jack?”

Commodore Crow sniffed. “I wouldn’t have given you the name of Pierre’s ship.”

I smiled. That was it, the first smile since my kids had died. I blinked at the thought. Crow’s slippery maneuvers had brightened my day somehow. I had a sudden thought then.

“Crow?”

“Yeah, mate?”

“You weren’t really a Captain in the Australian navy, were you?”

A deep breath. “I never said I was. Not exactly, anyway. Keep that under your hat, will you, professor?”

“Of course,” I said. And I meant it. “Now, can I have the name of the Frenchman’s ship?”

“Who said he was a Frenchman?”

“Well, I assumed—”

“He’s Canadian.”

“Ah, I see. So he speaks English fluently, I take it?”

“And several other languages as well.”

“And the ship’s name?”

“The Versailles,” said Crow, with a hint of an apology in his voice.

“He named his ship after a palace?”

“Yes, well… he believes in tradition. Anyway, contact him if you want an update on the political situation. I’ll leave you in his capable hands. Crow out.”