“Your bosses might not be happy with that, Ambassador Abumwe,” Sorvalh said.
“This may be true,” Abumwe said. “But that’s going to be my problem, not yours.”
“When can you get started?” Sorvalh asked Wilson.
“As soon as you requisition Werd and Carn to help me again,” Wilson said. “The brain box is not too large, fortunately, but the environment in there makes it difficult to move. And the shuttle for transport, obviously.”
Sorvalh nodded to her assistant, who reached again for his tablet computer. “Anything else?” she asked.
“I do have one request,” Wilson said.
“Name it,” Sorvalh said.
“I’d like you to promise me that once you get Rayth Ablant on your ship, that you connect him to your network,” Wilson said.
“And your reason for that is?” Sorvalh asked.
“This poor bastard has spent the last God knows how long running starship operation simulations. All his friends are dead and he’s been talking to no one except the sons of bitches who put him in that box,” Wilson said. “I think he’s probably lonely.”
Do you mind if I ask you a question, Rayth Ablant said to Wilson. Wilson had opened the data band so that Rayth Ablant could address him directly through his BrainPal rather than through the display. He kept the text interface, however, because it seemed right.
“Go right ahead,” Wilson said. He was busy extracting batteries from underneath the deck of the Urse Damay’s bridge and was beginning to sweat inside his vacuum-proof combat suit.
I’d like to know why you’re trying to help me.
“You asked for help,” Wilson said.
I also tried to blow up your ship with you in it.
“That was before you knew me,” Wilson said.
I’m sorry about that.
“I’m not going to tell you not to be sorry,” Wilson said, “but I can understand wanting to get your body back.”
That’s not going to happen now.
“Not through the assholes who did this to you, no,” Wilson said. “It’s not to say it couldn’t happen one day.”
It doesn’t seem likely.
“You’re saying that to a guy who is on his second body,” Wilson said. “I’m a little more optimistic about your plight than you are.” He hauled out a battery and placed it next to the several others he had extracted. Werd and Carn were elsewhere in the Urse Damay, pulling out batteries of their own. They would serve as the power source for Rayth Ablant’s brain box until they were all safely on the Nurimal. The trip from the Urse Damay to the Nurimal would be a matter of a couple of minutes, but Wilson was a big believer in overkill when the downside was someone ending up dead.
Thank you for this.
“Thank you for being a terrible shot,” Wilson said. He returned to his task.
You know humans have a bad reputation. Among the rest of us.
“I’ve heard,” Wilson said.
That you’re deceptive. That you’ll go against your contracts and treaties. That you’re terrified of all of us and your way of solving that problem is trying to destroy us all.
“But on the bright side, we all have lovely singing voices,” Wilson said.
I’m telling you this because I’m not seeing any of this in you.
“Humans are like anyone,” Wilson said. “Is every Easo a good person? Before the Conclave, did your government always do the best thing? Does the Conclave always do the best things now?”
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to start a political discussion.
“You didn’t,” Wilson said. “I’m talking about the nature of sentient beings everywhere. We all have the entire range of possibilities inside of us. Personally, I don’t expect much out of other people. But for myself, whenever possible, I try not to be a complete prick.”
And that includes rescuing brains in boxes.
“Well, that includes rescuing a person,” Wilson said. “Who at the moment happens to be a brain in a box.” He hauled out another battery.
Lieutenant Werd came into the bridge, hauling his own supply of batteries, and set them down next to Wilson’s. They jostled in the slight pseudogravity offered by the ship’s tumbling. “How many more of these do you think you need?” he asked Wilson. “Dismantling an entire spaceship was not supposed to be in my job description.”
Wilson smiled and counted the batteries. “I think we have enough,” he said. “The box here is not that securely bolted into the deck, so we should be able to pull it out easily enough. Lifting things is in your job description, right?”
“Yes,” Werd said. “But setting things down costs extra.”
“Well, then,” Wilson said, “what we have to do now is make sure there’s no significant interruption in power flow to the box when we disconnect it from the Urse Damay’s system and attach it to the batteries.” He pointed to the box’s external outlets and the cords that snaked from them into the ship’s power system. “There’s probably a buffer unit in the box itself. I need to see how much energy it stores.”
“Whatever you say, Lieutenant Wilson,” Werd said. “This time, you’re in charge.”
“Thank you, Werd,” Wilson said, and opened the door to the box, again carefully, to avoid dislodging any part of the contents. “Between you, me and Carn, we’re the very model of cooperation that suggests all of our nations may yet live in peace and harmony.”
“Sarcasm is not exclusive to humans,” Werd said, “but I will admit you do a good job with it.”
Wilson said nothing to that. Instead he peered intently into the box.
“What is it?” Werd asked. Wilson motioned with his head that Werd should come closer. Werd did.
Wilson had separated a thick tangle of wires that plugged into the container holding Rayth Ablant’s brain and nervous system to get a look at where the power cords entered the box. Where they entered was indeed what looked like a power buffer, to store a minute or so of energy to assist with an orderly system shutdown in case of loss of power.
There was something else attached to the power buffer as well.
“Ah,” Werd said. Wilson nodded. “Carn,” Werd said, into his communication circuit.
“Yes, Lieutenant,” Carn said.
“Lieutenant Wilson and I realized we’ve forgotten some tools, and we’re going to need to you to come help us with them,” Werd said. “Head back toward the shuttle. We’ll meet you there.”
“Sir?” Carn said, slightly confused.
“Acknowledge the order, Corporal,” Werd said.
“Order acknowledged,” Carn said. “On my way.”
Is everything all right.
“Everything is fine,” Wilson said, to Rayth Ablant. “I just realized some things in your internal structure here are going to be trickier to deal with than others. I need some different tools. We need to go back to the Nurimal for them. We’ll return momentarily.”
Makes sense to me. Don’t be gone too long. The ship is already beginning to shut down.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Wilson said. “It’s a promise.”
Rayth Ablant said nothing. Wilson and Werd made their way silently to the shuttle rendezvous; they and Carn made their way back to the shuttlecraft without an additional word.
When the shuttlecraft was on its way, Wilson opened a channel to the Clarke. “Hart,” he said, to Schmidt, “you need to get Abumwe over to Nurimal. Be there as soon as possible. We have a wrinkle. A really big damn wrinkle.” He cut the connection before Schmidt could respond and turned to Werd. “I need you to get your people to get me a schematic of the Urse Damay’s power systems. There are things I need to know. Right now.”