Let me explain something further to you. I have encouraged you to this departure: I did so when I brought you here and told you that this would be yours.
You and I know the limits of your frustration, but Florian and Catlin do not, and neither, for that matter, does Seely. I believe you are emotionally mature enough to understand that the threats to your safety are real, and that indeed you are capable of giving an order which your companions will obey, which they must, I stress, obey—and they will kill, at your order, whether or not that order comes from a mature judgment.
I showed you this apartment because I felt that one day you would need this place to go to, a safety valve in a situation increasingly volatile and unpredictable. You are operating with a world-knowledge and maturity greater than many functioning adults, within a system of surveillance, interventions and monitoring which would stress an azi, with the internal emotional experience and stability of a pubescent child. I feared the explosion that has happened. I was glad to see it turn the direction it did. It is not unprecedented. I set you up for it. As you will see.
In 2295, when the first Ari was your age, I wasn’t born yet. Giraud was four. Neither of us remembers that year, but Giraud does recall, when he was five, that the first Ari and her guardian Geoffrey Carnath had a spectacularly public argument at a New Year’s party. Giraud doesn’t himself remember what was said; Jane Strassen said it regarded Ari’s showing up in makeup, but that was hardly an excuse for a screaming argument. Archives does say that Security had to mediate a severe problem between Ari and Geoffrey New Year’s Day, when he ordered Florian and Catlin into detention for three days and Ari required unexplained medical treatment that may have included sedation.
There was, you will find, no taping on Geoffrey or the first Ari. We don’t precisely know what happened. The public record of the problem involved Art’s demand to have a key to her own room. Years later, to me, she said Geoffrey had taken indecent liberties with Florian. Look that up, if you don’t understand what I mean. Certainly Ari made certain things up. But while her early relationship with Geoffrey was friendly, it came to increasing stress and repeated altercations that finally resulted in a family council and Ari’s being granted her own residency, independent of her legal guardian.
It’s come true, hasn’t it? Certainly not because of any such thing between myself and your staff, but because you’re growing and you need more room. Perhaps that’s the way it ought to be. Like your maman, I’ve done what I knew to do, the best I knew. And that includes letting you go. We have offended against your dignity as far as you are justly willing to tolerate it; and hope that if Geoffrey could be forgiven, so can we, in time.
Ari, incidentally, moved to a much more modest apartment: the present splendor, like much of Reseune, was her own creation. But you don’t inherit her beginnings. You inherit what she held at the height of her power and intellect. In all things. You will think about that statement later.
Be good. Be reasonable.
End message. Store to file or dump?
AE2: Store to file. Put that on the couch, Florian, is it clean?
F12: Yes, sera.
AE2: There’s print coming you both need to read.
F12: Yes, sera. Are you upset, sera?
AE2: Nothing. Go on. Stop worrying about me. You’ve got work to do. Base One, continue.
B/1: Second message.
Ari, this is Ari senior.
Welcome.
You’re 2 years early.
This program is adjusting itself.
There’s a Householding tape in the cabinet in the den. You need that.
You are 12 years old. This program does not provide for that contingency. It will treat you as if you were 14.
A list of accesses and authorizations will print.
Recommended tapes will print.
Base One access has been removed from your guardian’s apartment. Security monitoring has been redirected to Base One.
Lethal security measures have been disabled for your protection. When you are 16 you will have the option to reactivate them.
You may run a security check on any individual from Base One. Ask for Security 10. The activity will not leave a mark on any file of lower security clearance than your own.
I hope you are happy here. Your taste and mine may not coincide, but most everything in this apartment is both real and handmade, from the tables to the vases to the paintings on the walls. The paintings in particular are originals and they don’t truly belong to me or to you. They belong to the people of Union, someday, when there are museums where they can be protected: they come from Earth, and from the first starships, and from the beginnings of Cyteen as a human world. Guard them in particular, whatever you feel or whatever you understand about me right now: if you would harm any of these things you are a barbarian, and my geneset has gone wrong in you; there are conditions of responsibility involved with your permissions and accesses, and they will either expand or terminate. This program can protect Reseune and itself against misuse.
You don’t know me yet, as you don’t know yet the good and the bad that you are capable of reaching.
I came to live on my own to escape an intolerable situation with my guardian, and because I was at that time a Special, I was given certain rights of majority. I maintained a speaking relationship with my guardian. We were never close, but once the situation was relieved, I saw that he was only a man, with human faults, some of which were considerable, and some virtues, once I was not living within his reach. The faults did not manifest until late. They were sexual in nature, and I need not go into them: your database now reaches to the year 2297. That will tell you as much as you need to know, perhaps more than you want to know, and I certainly hope your own experiences have been happier.
Whatever has happened, whether your parting from your guardian was amicable or otherwise, you are still a minor even at 14, and it would be foolish of you to do other than cooperate with Administration until you have the experience to outmaneuver it. I could not win against my situation except by protesting to Security and establishing an independent residency. If House Security has become corrupt you have a serious problem. Do you feel this is the case?
AE2: I don’t know.
B/1: A list of precautions will print. This program will search all House activity and advise you of any actions which may involve yourself or your rights. The list will print. This option is also available under Security 10, which can read into House Security but which cannot be read by them.
Remember that a negative or a positive result in any single question itself means nothing. You have to interpret your own situation. Remember a person with a higher security clearance than yours can install false information in the House system.
Florian and Catlin have survived to be here with you. Good. Are they physically and mentally well?
AE2: Yes.
B/1: Do you believe their loyalty to you is absolute and without exception?
AE2: Yes.
B/1: Is there any condition under which they would disobey you?
AE2: No.
B/1: Beware of absolute answers. Would you like to reconsider?
AE2: No.
B/1: This program accepts them. Security 10 can revise any estimation. Do not permit Florian or Catlin to take tape outside your personal supervision, not for two seconds, outside your direct observation. You can obtain their drugs with your supervisor’s clearance. Advise them of this. Under no circumstances must they take any drug you do not provide or permit any intervention without your presence. You must run an intervention to do this. You are not yet qualified in this procedure. A routine will print. Follow instructions meticulously. Read the cautions and observe them. So much as a chance sound could do them great harm.
Their instruction is the most necessary security measure you will take.
Now name the individuals at Reseune or elsewhere you would like investigated by the Security accesses of this program. I urge you begin wi
th your closest friends and your known enemies, and add anyone else whose behavior is not ordinary. You may amend this list by Security 10. The program will provide you the security status of these individuals.
Name as many as you wish.
AE2: Florian and Catlin. Amy Carnath. Sam Whitely. Dr. John Edwards. Denys Nye. Giraud Nye. Madelaine Strassen. Tommy Carnath-Nye. Julia Strassen. Dr. Petros Ivanov. Dr. Irina Wojkowski. Instructor Kyle GK. AG tech Andy GA. Mikhail Corain.
Dr. Wendell Peterson. Victoria Strassen.
Justin Warrick. Grant, Justin Warrick’s Companion. I don’t know his prefix.
B/1: Immediate security flag on Justin Warrick, Grant ALX, Julia Strassen. Your clearance is not adequate to access those records.
AE2: Ari, wait. Define: security flag.
B/1: Security flag indicates person with limited accesses in area queried.
AE2: Ari, go on.
B/1: Persons with security clearance exceeding yours: Denys Nye; Giraud Nye; Dr. John Edwards; Dr. Petros Ivanov; Dr. Wendell Peterson; Dr. Irina Wojkowski; Mikhail Corain.
You will be messaged at any change in relative clearances.
Now before I finish I will tell you one other thing I did not then understand. My guardian Geoffrey Carnath behaved badly, but he did not intend me personal harm. He knew my value. Whoever has caused your birth surely must know yours. Geoffrey and I were cold but cordial and did not publicize our differences even within the House, certainly not outside, because it could harm Reseune.
Base One can now contact one point outside Reseune: are you now in any danger you yourself cannot handle?
AE2: No. I don’t think so.
B/1: Base One can call House Security or the Science Bureau Enforcement Division through Security 10. It will call both if it detects your voice raised in alarm on the keyword Mayday. The consequences of a false alert could be considerable, including political ones endangering your life or status. Never pronounce that word unless you mean it. You may set various emergency responses through the Security 10 keyword function.
If absolutely no other means is available to you to reach the Science Bureau to apply for legal majority, use the Mayday function. Under ordinary circumstances a quiet note to Security or a phone call should be adequate and Reseune should assist you. I reached my legal majority at 16, by a tolerably routine application to the Science Bureau. You may apply at any time you think this has become advisable. I do not advise doing this before 16, except if your life or sanity is threatened. The ordinary age of majority is, as you should know by now, 18.
Cast off all emotional ties to Denys Nye.
Protect Reseune: someday it will be in your hands, and it will give you the power to protect everything else.
You are 14 years old. Time itself will bury any enemy you do not yourself make—as long as you don’t make a mistake that lets them bury you.
I am your safest adviser. You are the successor I choose; I aim for your mental and physical safety from interests that may have gained power since my death, or who might want to profit from your abilities. You would not be wise to believe that of everyone in Reseune.
C H A P T E R
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Uncle Denys was right. It was a huge place. It was very quiet, and at the same time filled with strange noises—motors going on, expansion of metal in the ducts, or small sounds that might have been a step, or a breath, though the Minder would surely sound an alarm if there were a living presence.
If it had not been tampered with. If Base One itself was reliable.
Ari knew which bedroom had been the first Ari’s. The closets were full of her clothes. The drawers had more clothes, sweaters, underwear, jewelry, real jewelry, she thought. And the smell of the drawers and the closet was the smell of home—the scent she wore. The same smell as permeated her closet at home—at uncle Denys’ apartment.
There was a room which had belonged to the first Florian and another which had belonged to the first Catlin. There were uniforms in their closets which were a man’s and a woman’s. Which bore their numbers. And party clothes in satin and black gauze.
There were things in the bureau drawers—there were guns, and odd bits of electronics, and wire—as well as personal things.
“They were Older,” Catlin said.
“Yes,” Ari said, feeling a chill in her bones, “they were.”
There were, constantly, the sounds, the small whisperings that the rooms made.
“Come on,” she said, and brought them out of the first Catlin’s room.
She kept telling herself the Minder would react to an intruder.
But what if one had already been there?
What if the Minder were in someone’s control?
She took them back to Ari’s bedroom, back at the far end of the house They brought the guns that they had found, even though Catlin said they ought not to rely on charges that old. They were better than nothing.
“Stay with me,” Ari said to them, and sat down on the bed and patted the place beside her.
So they got beneath the covers in their clothes, because the night seemed cold, and she was in the middle of the huge bed, Ari’s bed, and Florian and Catlin were on either side of her, tucked up against her for warmth, or to keep her warm.
She shivered, and Florian put his arm around her on the right side and Catlin edged closer on her left, until she was warm.
She could not tell them the things they needed to know, like who the Enemy was. She did not know any longer. It was ghosts she imagined. She had read the old books. She was afraid of things she reckoned Florian and Catlin did not even imagine, and they were foolish to name.
No one had slept in this bed, on these sheets, since the first Ari died. No one had used her things or turned back the covers.
The whole bedroom smelled of perfume and musty age.
She knew it was foolish to be afraid. She knew that the sounds probably had to do with heating and cooling of metal ducts and unfamiliar, wooden floors. And the countless systems this place had.
She had read Poe. And Jerome. And knew there was no ghost to haunt the place. Things like that belonged to old Earth, which believed the nights were full of spirits with unfinished business, anxious to lay hands on the living.
They had no place in so modern a place, so far from old Earth, which had had so many dead: Cyteen was new, and they were only stories and silliness.
Except in the dark around their lighted rooms, in the unexplained noises and the start and stop of things that were surely the Minder doing its business.
She wanted to ask Florian and Catlin if they felt anything like that, in their azi way of looking at things: she wondered in one pan of her, cold curiosity, if CITs could feel ghosts because of something in CIT mindsets—shades of value, her psych instructor said. Flux-thinking.
Which Florian and Catlin could do, but it was something they were just now learning to do.
Which meant if she told them about ghosts they could get very disturbed: Catlin was so literal, Catlin believed what she said, and if she started talking about Ari being dead and still in this place—
No. Not a good idea.
She tucked the sheets up around her chin and Florian and Catlin both tucked themselves up against her, warm and dependable and free of wild imagination, never mind the fact that Catlin also had a gun with her under the covers, which ought to make her more nervous than thumps in the night.
The whole thing was unreal. Uncle Denys had called her bluff, that was what he had done, and hoped she would foul up and come back.
No, Base One had altered itself. It kept saying she was fourteen. It complained she was low in her test scores. Dammit, she was twelve; twelve; twelve; she was not ready to grow up.
And here she was, in a mess because she did not know whether to believe Base One anymore; or where everybody was pushing her life.
By setting her free. It was crazy. They set her free; and she didn’t have to listen to Base One, she could i
gnore it, she didn’t have to read the data, she didn’t have to know what happened to Ari senior between seven and fourteen, that was seven years, dammit, she was supposed to jump over.
She wanted to be a kid. She wanted to take care of the Filly and have her friends and have fun and be just Ari Emory, just nobody-Ari, not—somebody who was dead.
And they—the They who did things in Reseune, like uncle Denys and uncle Giraud and dead Ari—they shoved her into this huge, cold place and told her to live by herself with no maman and no uncle Denys and no Nelly or Seely, nobody to take care of anything if it went wrong.
It had started out feeling good, and then feeling like an adventure, and now, at 0300 and snuggled down in a strange, huge bed with two kid azi, it started feeling like a terrible mistake.
I wonder if I can get Base One to back up and say I’m twelve again.
Or have I gotten myself into a mess and I can’t back up and I can’t catch up with it, it’s just going to keep going, faster and faster, until I can’t handle it anymore.
If I say no, Base One will stop all my accesses and take my Super license, and if they take that, they’ll take Florian and Catlin—
They can’t do that. Everybody across Union knows me, knows Catlin and Florian, I could call Mayday—
Not if I lose those accesses. Base One has to do that.
I daren’t lose them. If I lose that I lose everything. I stop being Ari. I stop being—
—Ari.
I’ve got to do good, I’ve got to hold on to this, I can’t do those things uncle Denys said, I can’t foul up. I’m going to look like a fool, I know I’m going to do something wrong the very first day out—
I wish—
I wish I knew whether I like Ari. I wonder what did happen to her?
Are they going to do it to me, the way they did everything else?
But in this place Base One is supposed to take care of me. If that’s lying, then everything is lying and I’m in bad trouble.
I can’t foul up tomorrow. I can’t look like I’ve had no sleep. I’ve got to do better than I usually do, that’ll Get uncle Denys, throw me out, dammit, bug my room, put tapes of me under the mountain. I bet he can get at them, I bet he can, I bet his Base can retrieve it.