‘Yeah, this enemy you cannot kill. I read that speech back when I was a kid. The strange thing is, for someone who’s only been awake for a few weeks on and off, you’re remarkably well informed.’
‘That’s not what it’s like,’ she said, eyes on the hurrying sea again. ‘The first time I woke up for real, I’d already been dreaming Oshima for months. It was like being in a hospital bed, paralysed, watching someone you think might be your doctor on a badly-tuned monitor. I didn’t understand who she was, only that she was important to me. Half the time, I knew what she knew. Sometimes, it felt like I was floating up inside her. Like I could put my mouth on hers and speak through her.’
She wasn’t, I realised, talking to me any more, the words were just coming up out of her like lava, relieving a pressure inside whose form I could only make guesses at.
‘The first time I woke up for real, I thought I’d die from the shock. I was dreaming she was dreaming, something about a guy she’d slept with when she was younger. I opened my eyes on a bed in some shithole Tek’to flophouse and I could move. I had a hangover, but I was alive. I knew where I was, the street and the name of the place, but I didn’t know who I was. I went outside, I walked down to the waterfront in the sun and people were looking at me and I realised I was crying.’
‘What about the others? Orr and the rest of the team?’
She shook her head. ‘No, I’d left them somewhere at the other end of town. She’d left them, but I think I had something to do with it. I think she could feel me coming up and she went away to be alone while it happened. Or maybe I made her do it. I don’t know.’
A shudder ran through her.
‘When I talked to her. Down there in the cells, when I told her that, she called it seepage. I asked her if she lets me through sometimes, and she wouldn’t tell me. I. I know certain things unlock the bulkheads. Sex. Grief. Rage. But sometimes I just swim up for no reason and she gives me control.’ She paused, shook her head again. ‘Maybe we’re just negotiating.’
I nodded. ‘Which of you made the connection with Plex?’
‘I don’t know.’ She was looking at her hands, flexing and unflexing them like some mechanical system she hadn’t got the hang of yet. ‘I don’t remember. I think, yeah, it was her, I think she knew him already. Peripherally, part of the crimescape. Tek’to’s a small pond, and the deComs are always at the fringes of legal. Cheap black-market deCom gear’s a part of what Plex does up there. Don’t think they ever did business, but she knew his face, knew what he was. I dug him out of her memory when I knew I was going to activate the Qualgrist system.’
‘Do you remember Tanaseda?’
She nodded, more controlled now. ‘Yeah. High-level yak patriarch. They brought him in behind Yukio, when Plex told them the preliminary codes checked out. Yukio didn’t have enough seniority to swing what they needed.’
‘And what was that?’
A repeat of the searching gaze she’d fired at me when I first mentioned the weapon. I spread my arms in the whipping wind.
‘Come on, Nadia. I brought you a revolutionary army. I climbed Rila Crags to get you out. That’s got to buy something, right?’
Her gaze flinched away again. I waited.
‘It’s viral,’ she said finally. ‘High contagion, symptomless flu variant. Everyone catches it, everyone passes it on, but only the genetically modified react. It triggers a shift in the way their hormonal system responds to a match with Harlan pheromones. The carrier sleeves were buried in sealed storage at covert sites. In the event that they were to be triggered, an assigned group would dig up the storage facility, sleeve into one of the bodies and go walkabout. The virus would do the rest.’
Sleeve into one of the bodies. The words ticked in my head, like water trickling into a crack. The Envoy harbinger of understanding hovered just out of reach. Interlocking mechanisms of intuition spun tiny wheels in the build-up to knowledge.
‘These sites. Where were they?’
She shrugged. ‘Mainly in New Hokkaido, but there were some on the north end of the Saffron Archipelago too.’
‘And you took Tanaseda to?’
‘Sanshin Point.’
The mechanism locked solid, and doors opened. Recollection and understanding poured through the gap like morning light. Lazlo and Sylvie bickering as the Guns for Guevara slid into dock at Drava.
Bet you didn’t hear about that dredger they found ripped apart yesterday off Sanshin Point—
I did hear that one. Report said they ran aground on the point. You’re looking for conspiracy when all you’ve got is incompetence.
And my own conversation with Plex in Tokyo Crow the morning before. So how come they needed your de- and re-gear tonight. Got to be more than one digital human shunting set in town, surely.
Some kind of fuck-up. They had their own gear, but it got contaminated. Sea water in the gel feeds.
Organised crime, huh.
‘Something amusing you, Kovacs?’
I shook my head. ‘Micky Serendipity. Think I’m going to have to keep that name.’
She gave me an odd look. I sighed.
‘Doesn’t matter. So what was Tanaseda’s end of this? What does he get out of a weapon like that?’
Her mouth crimped in one corner. Her eyes seemed to glitter in the light reflecting off the waves. ‘A criminal is a criminal, no matter what their political class. In the end, Tanaseda’s no different to some cut-rate wharf thug from Karlovy. And what have the yakuza always been good at? Blackmail. Influence. Leverage to get government concessions. Blind eyes turned to the right activities, shares in the right ongoing state enterprises. Collaboration at repression for a price. All very genteel.’
‘But you suckered them.’
She nodded bleakly. ‘I showed them the site, gave them the codes. Told them the virus transmitted sexually, so they’d think they had control. It does that too, in fact, and Plex was too sloppy with the biocodes to dig any deeper than he did. I knew I could trust him to screw up to that extent.’
I felt another faint smile flicker across my own face. ‘Yeah, he has a talent for that. Must be the aristo lineage.’
‘Must be.’
‘And with the grip the yakuza have on the sex industry in Millsport, you called it just right.’ The intrinsic joy of the scam sank into me like a shiver rush – there was a smooth, machined rightness to it worthy of Envoy planning. ‘You gave them a threat to hold over the Harlanites that they already had the perfect delivery system for.’
‘Yes, so it seems.’ Her voice was blurring again as she dropped away into her memories. ‘They were going to sleeve some yak soldier or other in one of the Sanshin bodies and take it to Millsport to demonstrate what they had. I don’t know if he ever got that far.’
‘Oh, I’m sure he did. The yakuza are pretty meticulous about their leverage schemes. Man, I’d have given a lot to see Tanaseda’s face when he showed up at Rila with that package and the Harlan gene specialists told him what he’d really got on his hands. I’m surprised Aiura didn’t have him executed on the spot. Shows remarkable restraint.’
‘Or remarkable focus. Killing him wouldn’t have helped, would it. By the time they walked that sleeve onto the ferry in Tek’to, it would have already infected enough neutral carriers to make it unstoppable. By the time it got off the other end in Millsport.’ She shrugged. ‘You’ve got an invisible pandemic on your hands.’
‘Yeah.’
Maybe she heard something in my voice. She looked round at me again and her face was miserable with contained anger.
‘Alright, Kovacs. You fucking tell me. What would you have done?’
I looked back at her, saw the pain and terror there. I looked away, suddenly ashamed.