"Rife's key realization was that there's no difference between modem culture and Sumerian. We have a huge workforce that is illiterate or alliterate and relies on TV - which is sort of an oral tradition. And we have a small, extremely literate power elite - the people who go into the Metaverse, basically - who understand that information is power, and who control society because they have this semimystical ability to speak magic computer languages.
"That makes us a big stumbling block to Rife's plan. People like L. Bob Rife can't do anything without us hackers. And even if he could convert us, he wouldn't be able to use us, because what we do is creative in nature and can't be duplicated by people running me. But he can threaten us with the blunt instrument of Snow Crash. That, I think, is what happened to Da5id. It may have been an experiment, just to see if Snow Crash worked on a real hacker, and it may have been a warning shot intended to demonstrate Rife's power to the hacker community. The message: If Asherah gets broadcast into the technological priesthood - "
"Napalm on wildflowers," Ng says.
"As far as I know, there's no way to stop the binary virus. But there's an antidote to Rife's bogus religion. The nam-shub of Enki still exists. He gave a copy to his son Marduk, who passed it on to Hammurabi. Now, Marduk may or may not have been a real person. The point is that Enki went out of his way to leave the impression that he had passed on his nam-shub in some form. In other words, he was planting a message that later generations of hackers were supposed to decode, if Asherah should rise again.
"I am fairly certain that the information we need is contained within a clay envelope that was excavated from the ancient Sumerian city of Eridu in southern Iraq ten years ago. Eridu was the seat of Enki; in other words, Enki was the local en of Eridu, and the temple of Eridu contained his me, including the nam-shub that we are looking for."
"Who excavated this clay envelope?"
"The Eridu dig was sponsored entirely by a religious university in Bayview, Texas."
"L. Bob Rife's?"
"You got it. He created an archaeology department whose sole function was to dig up the city of Eridu, locate the temple where Enki stored all of his me, and take it all home. L. Bob Rife wanted to reverse-engineer the skills that Enki possessed; by analyzing Enki's me, he wanted to create his very own neurolinguistic hackers, who could write new me that would become the ground rules, the program, for the new society that Rife wants to create."
"But among these me is a copy of the nam-shub of Enki," Ng says, "which is dangerous to Rife's plan."
"Right. He wanted that tablet, too - not to analyze but to keep to himself, so no one could use it against him."
"If you can obtain a copy of this nam-shub," Ng says, "what effect would it have?"
"If we could transmit the nam-shub of Enki to all of the en on the Raft, they would relay it to all of the Raft people. It would jam their mother-tongue neurons and prevent Rife from programming them with new me," Hiro says. "But we really need to get this done before the Raft breaks up - before the Refus all come ashore. Rife talks to his en through a central transmitter on the Enterprise, which I take to be a fairly short-range, line-of-sight type of thing. Pretty soon he'll use this system to distribute a big me that will cause all the Refus to come ashore as a unified army with coordinated marching orders. In other words, the Raft will break up, and after that it won't be possible to reach all of these people anymore with a single transmission. So we have to do it as soon as possible."
"Mr. Rife will be most unhappy," Ng predicts. "He will try to retaliate by unleashing Snow Crash against the technological priesthood."
"I know that," Hiro says "but I can only worry about one thing at a time. I could use a little help here."
"Easier said than done," Ng says. "To reach the Core, one must fly over the Raft or drive a small boat through its midst. Rife has a million people there with rifles and missile launchers. Even high-tech weapons systems cannot defeat organized small-arms fire on a massive scale."
"Get some choppers out to this vicinity, then," Hiro says. "Something. Anything. If I can get my hands on the nam-shub of Enki and infect everyone on the Raft with it, then you can approach safely."
"We'll see what we can come up with," Uncle Enzo says.
"Fine," Hiro says. "Now, what about Reason?"
Ng mumbles something and a card appears in his hand. "Here's a new version of the system software," he says. "It should be a little less buggy."
"A little less?"
"No piece of software is ever bug free," Ng says.
Uncle Enzo says, "I guess there's a little bit of Asherah in all of us."
58
Hiro finds his own way out and takes the elevator all the way back down to the Street. When he exits the neon skyscraper, a black-and-white girl is sitting on his motorcycle, messing with the controls.
"Where are you?" she says.
"I'm on the Raft, too. Hey, we just made twenty-five million dollars."
He is sure that just this one time, Y.T. is going to be impressed by something that he says. But she's not.
"That'll buy me a really happening funeral when they mail me home in a piece of Tupperware," she says.
"Why would that happen?"
"I'm in trouble," she admits - for the first time in her life. "I think my boyfriend is going to kill me."
"Who's your boyfriend?"
"Raven."
If avatars could turn pale and woozy and have to sit down on the sidewalk, Hiro's would. "Now I know why he has POOR IMPULSE CONTROL tattooed across his forehead."
"This is great. I was hoping to get a little cooperation or at least maybe some advice," she says.
"If you think he's going to kill you, you're wrong, because if you were right, you'd be dead," Hiro says.
"Depends on your assumptions," she says. She goes on to tell him a highly entertaining story about a dentata.
"I'm going to try to help you," Hiro says, "but I'm not necessarily the safest guy on the Raft to hang out with, either."
"Did you hook up with your girlfriend yet?"
"No. But I have high hopes for that. Assuming I can stay alive."
"High hopes for what?"
"Our relationship."
"Why?" she asks. "What's changed between then and now?"
This is one of these utterly simple and obvious questions that is irritating because Hiro's not sure of the answer. "Well, I think I figured out what she was doing - why she came here."
"So?"
Another simple and obvious question. "So, I feel like I understand her now."
"You do?"
"Yeah, well, sort of."
"And is that supposed to be a good thing?"
"Well, sure."
"Hiro, you are such a geek. She's a woman, you're a dude. You're not supposed to understand her. That's not what she's after."
"Well, what is she after, do you suppose - keeping in mind that you've never actually met the woman, and that you're going out with Raven?"
"She doesn't want you to understand her. She knows that's impossible. She just wants you to understand yourself. Everything else is negotiable."
"You figure?"
"Yeah. Definitely."
"What makes you think I don't understand myself?"
"It's just obvious. You're a really smart hacker and the greatest sword fighter in the world - and you're delivering pizzas and promoting concerts that you don't make any money off of. How do you expect her to - "