“Go ahead and answer,” encouraged Alan, picking up his glass of cider to take a sip.
This wasn’t a memory, but a painstakingly reconstructed world that I’d created. I liked to venture off into it from time to time, to sit and chat with my mentor of so long ago, and replay conversations we’d had, or at least, what I thought I remembered of them.
I authorized Nancy for access to this sensory space, and she faded into view, sitting on a pew just across from us.
“So you’re sure you want to go ahead with this?” I asked immediately.
Nancy had been pressing me to go ahead with the launch of the Infinixx distributed consciousness project, ahead of the launch of pssi by Cognix. It had actually been my idea. If it worked, it would thrust Nancy into the spotlight and bring her own star onto the world stage just as mine was fading. She could continue my work. I knew she had the inner strength to make sure that whatever happened would be for the right reasons.
“Absolutely!”
“Okay, good. I will press on ahead on my side, then. You’re keeping on top of the New York trials?”
“Yes, Aunt Killiam,” she responded sheepishly. She would always be a child to me. “Of course I am.”
“Okay,” I replied, nodding, “perfect. I’ll start a campaign with the Board then.”
She looked ready to burst, yet her eyes clouded over.
“There’s something else?” I asked.
She sighed. “What’s going on with Uncle Vince?”
The reports of his future deaths had been clogging the prediction networks for the past few days. Guilt gripped me. I’d managed to insert some clues, however, deep in the patterns we had chasing him down. He would be off around the world hunting down these clues in ancient religious texts. A goose chase, but I had to keep him busy. In the end it might even do him some good.
“Nothing is going on with Vince, nothing at all.”
“What do you mean?” She didn’t look convinced.
“He’s just, well, he’s just fooling around.”
I shrugged and looked towards Alan, who shrugged as well.
“Okay,” she replied hesitantly, “if you say so. Just tell me what I need to do to help with the Board.”
“I will. Speaking of the Board, will we be seeing you at the Foreign Banquet tomorrow evening?”
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
I hesitated. “Dr. Baxter said he may bring Bob along…” I didn’t finish the sentence, looking at her. I really wanted to find a way to bring her and Bob back together, but I’d never worn cupid’s hat comfortably.
“I think I’m going solo anyway,” she replied with a smile. “It’s an official function, and those bore David to death.”
“I just thought I’d mention it.” I smiled back. Maybe I was better at this than I thought. “Now you get back to your evening!”
She nodded and squealed as she faded away.
“A beautiful child,” observed Alan, smiling at me. “One thing though...”
“About Nancy?” I asked.
“No, about what we were talking about.”
I nodded. “Yes?”
“In these created realities, what controls the underlying conditions that make the reality possible?”
I considered this for a moment.
“Just the observing entity.”
“And what happens if an organism escapes into the reality that it creates?”
“I don’t follow.” Now it was my turn to be confused. At the time, I hadn’t understood that it could be possible, but then, Alan had always had a gift for seeing further than anyone else.
“What I mean is, organisms are constrained by the physics of this reality, but what if they can create their own realities and escape into them?” He let the words hang in the air.
Alan had also been the founder of mathematical biology and studied its relationship to morphogenesis, the processes that caused organisms to develop their shape.
“If you change the body, Patricia, you also change the mind.”
I sat staring at him, letting the words settle.
“What could an animal become if it were completely unfettered by any physical constraints?” he continued, staring directly into my eyes. “If it were able to drag other observers into these created realities of yours, against their control?”
This century old question now hung ominously in my mind.
7
Identity: Jimmy Jones
The flitterati were already mingling with the foreign diplomats and other people of importance that had arrived for the annual Foreign Banquet. The event was being held up on the very top of the Solomon House complex, atop the farming towers in the Ballroom.
The setting sun refracted through the crystalline walls, casting prismatic rays across the crowd as everyone milled about, and strains of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons floated across it all from a string quartet, playing in the landing of the curved marble entryway. Motes of dust danced in the straining rays of light. They were probably smarticles.
I had Samson, my proxxi, walk my body over while finishing some last minute work at Command.
Many of the world’s leaders were in attendance today, reflecting the growing international significance of Atopia. It was an important opportunity for us to show off on the world stage, and Kesselring had left detailed instructions for all of the Council and Board members, including that we all show up in the flesh to minimize confusion on the part of our guests.
Someone grabbed my arm as I began to descend the entry staircase.
“Congratulations Jimmy!” said an excited Nancy Killiam, resplendent in a shimmering gown of what looked like liquid helium flowing around her in silvery wisps. She pulled me close to kiss my cheek, the liquid helium flowing silently around me. She put her arm in mine.
“Thanks,” I replied. My nomination to the Security Council, by far the youngest ever, had earned me the invitation tonight. I still felt a little embarrassed at all the attention, so I quickly switched gears. “On the contrary, it should be me who is congratulating you!”
Patricia had given me a little heads up on the push to move Infinixx up on the Cognix agenda. Now it was her turn to appear embarrassed.
“No congratulations yet, Jimmy,” she whispered conspiratorially. “That’s supposed to be a secret!”
“No secrets from me,” I whispered back, winking. “I may be able to help out, actually.”
Nancy looked at me, about to ask, when I shook my head. “I can’t say now.”
We finished descending the staircase together, arm in arm. Reaching the landing, someone called out her name, and she looked away towards them, and then back at me. I smiled and nodded her leave to go. With a whoosh the silvery helium flowing around me disappeared and followed her off into the crowd. I certainly felt her go.
“Drink sir?” asked a waiter who had swept up silently beside me carrying a golden tray full of champagne flutes. I reached out and took a glass.
I watched Nancy greeting our fellow pssi-kids. This was definitely our time to shine, and shine we did in our glittery and fanciful skins. I watched some of the visitors watching them with wonder, still adjusting to the trial pssi system everyone who came to Atopia had installed. It was a great marketing stunt.
Any technology sufficiently advanced to someone unfamiliar with it, had all the appearances of magic, and this place definitely held a mystical air to our visitors.
Kesselring had left a long and detailed set of instructions about who he wanted me to introduce myself to and chat with. Looking around the ballroom, their names and identities popped up and splintered in my display spaces, and their bodies glowed in faint outlines, allowing me to pick them out from the crowd.
Many were my counterparts in armed and security forces, and many of these from the Indian and Chinese contingents, who were here in force today. Atopia was viewed as a neutral territory for these warring sides. Even more important, what we were doing here was viewed by both sides as an indispensible part of their economic and technological future.