you do. My mind may be false, but I believe in honour. It is a universal truth.
'You're very sweet, she said. 'I remembered that part of you perfectly. She yawned. 'I'm going to try and get some rest, it's been a long stressful flight and that champagne has gone straight to my head.
'I will keep watch outside, he announced gravely. 'If this is a whole real planet there might be something hostile out there.
'Thank you. Damn, my memory's a dangerous thing. The cabin extended a large bed as Justine stripped off the one-piece suit; then the replicator produced a thin duvet. It had peculiar hard lumps in it, but she shrugged and pulled it up anyway. She fell asleep straight away.
And dreamed. Dreamed of her own bed in her own home, where she was warm and safe and life was comfortable.
Someone pulled the drapes back, and sunlight streamed in through the tall windows. Justine yawned and stretched. It was cosy under the duvet.
'Hello, darling.
'Dad, she said drowsily, and smiled at the gold-face looming above her. 'Is it time to get up?
'It's time you and I had a talk.
Full awareness hit her like a plunge into ice water. Justine yelped and sat up straight. It was her room in the Tulip mansion, the one she'd spent her adolescence in, therefore ridiculously purple and black as she merrily ploughed her way through her retro-Goth phase mainly to annoy her parents. Her T-shirt and baggy flannel pyjama trousers were black cotton. Toe- and fingernails were black, with embossed blood gems. She looked at them, mortified by the fashion. Fingers heavy with silver skull rings hurriedly pulled a string of hair in front of her face to check: yes, black.
'Jesus, she muttered.
'You always looked cute no matter how bad the fashion, Core said. He was standing at the foot of the bed, arms folded as he leaned against the post. (Four-poster with black gauze drapes — of course.) His handsome gold face grinned down.
'What? I… Am… Is this the Void?
'You're still in the Void, Gore said. 'I'm back in the Commonwealth thinking up cosy environments to amplify our rapport. And there's nothing cosier than a childhood room.
'Rapport?
'I'm hugely embarrassed to say I've become the Third Dreamer. And guess whose life in the Void I'm dreaming.
'Oh shit.
Gore produced an evil grin. 'Could be worse, you could have slept with him. And I'd be the one relaying it into the gaiafield.
'Shit!
'That nobility of yours will get you into real trouble one day.
Justine stood up carefully. 'What's been happening out there? Did the Pilgrimage make it through?
'You mean in the four days you've been inside?
'Four days? she asked incredulously.
'Coming up on five.
'But it's been…
'Four years. Including the interlude with the Skylord.
'You got that part?
'Oh yes. That little shit Ethan is making a lot of capital out of its refusal to take you to the nucleus. A real big boost to the cause. The Clerics from his jumped up Council have been all over the Unisphere ever since, ranting about destiny. It's almost enough to counter the fuck-up they've made on Viotia.
'Viotia? she asked in a daze.
'They're turning the planet upside down looking for the Second Dreamer. Don't worry about it. We've got to concentrate on your problem.
'Kazimir?
'In a manner of speaking. Damn, I never realized you were still so fixated. You really ballsed that one up, didn't you?
'What do you mean?
'So far all Living Dream has been promising is the chance to put your life straight, just like their precious Waterwalker did every time he made his many mistakes. Screwed up again? Never mind. Bang, he thinks back to the moment he went wrong and rearranges the whole Void to that instant. That's what sold it to them, all the sheep bleating to be taken on the Pilgrimage fleet.
'I know, time travel is everyone's wish fulfilment made true. Going back to correct your life's blunders is the ultimate fantasy.
'Time travel is pure bullshit, impossible; nobody can defeat causality or entropy. All the Void does is press the reset button. That's what that goddamn memory layer is, a template of every instant inside there. And how does it fucking power that?
'Dad.
'Every planet, every person, every Skylord, every star has to have its entropy reversed to the point in time Edeard fancied going back to. Every star! Every single atom in every star in the Void has to have its energy level pumped back up so he can begin again. Dear God, what arrogance. And where does it get the energy from to do that? From us. From eating our galaxy. That's what feeds the reset. Mass to energy, good old E equals MC squared.
'Dad, calm down, you're ranting to the converted.
'Oh am I? If they were converted, the stupid dumb shits wouldn't be going on their Pilgrimage, would they? Sometimes I think the Ocisens are quite right, they should just wipe us out because any species thick enough to produce a Living Dream doesn't deserve to live.
'Dad! she said, shocked.
'Yeah yeah. He grinned round savagely. 'You like this dream, Ethan? You like what's coming at you from the Void now? Or is this too much truth for you? Because it's not just going to be your dumbass Waterwalker skipping back through his life any more, is it? I could just about live with him being the saviour of a bunch of shipwrecked medieval cretins. But that was never enough for you, was it? You are so fucking stupid you want to take everyone in there. Millions of you resetting your lives every time you get a drop of shampoo in your fucking eye. Are you so fucking pitifully weak you can't face living your life properly? Learn from your mistake and move on. That's what makes you human. Not condemning the rest of us to extinction because of your personal goddamn failure of an existence. Grow some balls, for fuck's sake.
Justine put her arm around Gore, startled to find he was shaking with rage. 'It's okay, she told him. 'We'll find a solution.
'Oh yeah. That's right. Because now it's not just the integral memory function that the Void can use as a template for creation. It can delve into any old hang-up you care to take in there with you. The Living Dream bastards aren't going to be content with going to Makkathran and screwing themselves stupid with Ranalee. Not any more. Not now they can recreate anything from their own past. People, cities, civilizations, worlds. Bring anything you want back to life, anything from history, from fiction. Doesn't matter, we'll just suck down a couple of thousand new stars into the boundary to power it up. Jesus H Christ.
'Are you blaming me for this?
Gore stood still, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tried to calm down. 'No. It's not your fault. I'm not blaming you. This is all down to the bastard Firstlives who built the fucking abomination in the first place. The Raiel were right to try and destroy it. I wish they goddamn had, I really do.
'I can use the Silverbird to study as much as it can.
'No no, that's not the answer to anything. We can't go in there with ray-guns blazing. I thought you'd realized that. You were right earlier, the mind is the key in the Void. It is geared up to manifest every thought. The physical environment can only be a tiny part of it. Think of it as an eight-dimensional onion.
Justine straightened her back and gave her father an exasperated look. 'Thanks, Dad. That's helpful. I always think in those terms, it really helps a lot.
Gore gave her a gruff smile. 'All right, forget the eight dimensions, just picture the layers. They're interlinked dimensionally, not figuratively, but you get the drift. Every layer has a different function. There's the memory layer which captures everything that goes on in there. There's the creator layer, which must organize the reset. There's the interaction layer which formats thoughts for the creator layer, which is what makes telepathy and all the rest of that mental shit happen.