Page 25 of Fuzzy Nation


  “Your Honor, do me a favor and order Mr. DeLise not to speak,” Holloway said.

  “Excuse me?” Soltan said.

  “Please, Your Honor,” Holloway said.

  Soltan looked at Holloway strangely. “Mr. DeLise,” she said. “You are not allowed to speak again until I tell you to. You can nod your understanding.” DeLise nodded.

  “You have your silent defendant, Mr. Holloway,” Soltan said.

  “Thank you, but it’s worth noting he had been silent before,” Holloway said. “In fact, Mr. DeLise has been silent the entire time Papa Fuzzy has been in the courtroom. So I propose a little challenge. Ms. Meyer says it’s impossible that Papa could have recognized a voice it heard only once before. Fine. Let’s do a lineup.” Holloway waved at the small army of lawyers. “This courtroom is full of men. Pick as many of them as you want and put Mr. DeLise with them. Then turn Papa around so it can’t see any of them. Have them speak the same sentence. If Papa picks the wrong one or can’t identify the voice, throw out the testimony.”

  Soltan turned to Meyer, who looked about to object. “You were the one who objected to earwitnesses,” Soltan said, shutting her down. “Pick four. Mr. Holloway, pick four as well. Gentlemen, if you are picked, go to the far wall of the courtroom, but don’t line up yet. Mr. DeLise, you go back there as well.”

  Holloway and Meyer made their picks; DeLise shuffled back to the far wall. “I also have a pick,” Soltan said. “Mr. Aubrey, walk to the wall, please.”

  “Your Honor, this is outrageous,” said Brad Landon.

  “Don’t you start, Mr. Landon,” Soltan said. “Your boss goes to the wall or he goes to a holding cell on a contempt charge. One or the other. I don’t have all day.”

  Aubrey walked to the wall.

  “Mr. Holloway, prepare your witness,” Soltan said.

  Holloway walked to the witness stand and turned Papa around. “Do not look,” he said. “When the men speak and you hear a voice you know, say so. Yes?”

  “Yes,” Papa said. Holloway looked up at Soltan, who nodded. “Arrange your men, Ms. Meyer.” Meyer arranged the men so DeLise was eighth, and Aubrey tenth.

  “Swap the last one with one of the others,” Soltan said.

  Meyer bit her cheek and swapped Aubrey with the fourth man.

  “What shall we have them say, Mr. Holloway?” Soltan asked.

  “I think ‘Jesus Christ, my goddamn face,’ would work just fine,” Holloway said.

  “Number one, say the line,” Soltan said.

  “Jesus Christ, my goddamn face,” said the man. Holloway glanced down at the fuzzy, who was motionless and silent.

  “Number two,” Soltan said, after a minute. The man spoke his line. Papa said nothing. It did the same with number three.

  “Jesus Christ, my goddamn face,” said Aubrey.

  “I know this voice,” said Papa. “It is one of the other men who came to the house of Jack Holloway. It is not the man who killed my child.”

  Soltan looked at Aubrey with a face that said got you. Aubrey did not seem particularly concerned.

  “Number five,” Soltan said.

  The man said his line. Nothing from Papa. Man six, nothing. Man seven, nothing.

  “Jesus Christ, my goddamn face,” said DeLise.

  Papa took in a sharp breath, held it, and let it out. “I know this voice,” the fuzzy said. “It is the voice of the man who killed my child. It is the voice of the man who killed the mate of my child.”

  “Are you sure?” Soltan said.

  “I know this voice,” Papa said, and its voice was surprisingly forceful. Papa looked up at Soltan. “Do you not have a child? If a man killed your child, you would know about that man. You would know the face of the man. You would know the hands of the man. You would know the smell of the man. You would know the voice of the man. This is the voice of the man who killed my child. My child who I cannot see. Who I cannot hold. Who is gone. My child is gone. This man killed my child. I know this voice.”

  Papa fell to its knees in the witness stand and keened, silently, as far as the humans could hear.

  The courtroom was absolutely still.

  “Your Honor,” Holloway said, quietly, after several moments.

  “The testimony stands,” Soltan said, also quietly. “Everyone, sit down again.”

  Chapter Twenty-six

  “Your Honor,” Holloway said, after everyone had sat. “If Papa’s testimony stands, we have another issue to address.”

  “And what issue is that, Mr. Holloway,” Soltan said. She seemed drained.

  “We have reasonably established Mr. DeLise at the scene of the arson,” Holloway said. “Ms. Meyer may still attempt to call forward her list of so-called witnesses testifying to Mr. DeLise’s whereabouts, but we have DNA evidence and a credible witness, and we have excluded other potential arsonists. I doubt any of Meyer’s witnesses will stack up to the evidence I’ve presented to you today. And on top of that, we have more than reasonably established that the fuzzys are sentient. By accepting Papa’s testimony, you have effectively declared its species so.”

  “I’m still waiting to hear about this other issue, Mr. Holloway,” Soltan said.

  “Quite obviously, I’m talking about murder,” Holloway said.

  “What?” DeLise roared. After glowering through the entire preliminary hearing, he was suddenly engaged.

  “Murder,” Holloway repeated, turning to look at DeLise. “You murdered those fuzzys, Joe.”

  “This is bullshit,” DeLise said, standing up.

  “No, not bullshit, Joe,” Holloway said. He stalked over to DeLise. “Not this time. It’s deep shit this time. Because you walked right up to a tiny sentient being, lifted up your boot, and stomped the life right out of it. And when its mate tried to defend it, you killed it too. That’s two counts of murder, fair and square, pure and simple.”

  “Your Honor.” Meyer looked around DeLise and Holloway to Soltan, to get her to stop the two men.

  “Mr. Holloway,” Soltan said.

  “How do you think this is going to look, Joe?” Holloway said, ignoring the judge. “We discover a new sentient species, only the third one we’ve ever found besides ourselves, and the first thing you do is stomp one of them to death. How do you think that’s going to play, Joe?”

  “Get out of my face, Jack,” DeLise said. “I’m warning you.”

  “Because you know what, Joe, murder’s not the only thing they’re going to throw at you. They’re probably going to hit you with hate crimes against xenosentients, too. There’s not much doubt you targeted that first little fuzzy because of what it was, is there? You came, you saw, you crushed it to death.”

  “Your Honor!” Meyer practically screamed.

  “If it was just murder, maybe you’d get off with life in prison, Joe,” Holloway said. “But it’s not. With a xenosentient’s hate crime rider, that’s the death penalty. Two counts. You’re going to die, Joe, because you stomped that little creature just for the fun of it.”

  DeLise howled and launched himself over the defense table at Holloway. Holloway took the tackle and went down without resistance. Sullivan was up over the audience railing and pulling DeLise off Holloway, but not before DeLise landed heavy blows to Holloway’s face and head. Holloway didn’t bother to block them. Sullivan was followed by a rush of ZaraCorp lawyers, who finally managed to pull DeLise up and off his quarry.

  Holloway picked himself up and wiped some of the blood off his face with his jacket sleeve. He faced Soltan, who looked frankly appalled.

  “As I was saying, Your Honor, two counts of murder,” he said. He wiped off his eyebrow, from which the blood was drizzling into his eye. “And a side order of assault and battery while you’re at it.”

  “This is bullshit!” DeLise said from behind a pile of lawyers. “I want to make a deal, Your Honor.”

  “What are you talking about, Mr. DeLise?” Soltan said.

  “Shut up, Joe,” Meyer said, to DeLise.


  “Shut up yourself, Meyer,” DeLise said. “No way I’m dying for your boys back there. And if I am dying, they’re coming with me.”

  “Mr. DeLise!” Soltan said. DeLise shut up. “I repeat: What are you talking about?”

  “I was at Holloway’s under orders,” DeLise said. “I was there to booby-trap Holloway’s place and to kill any of those things I could find.”

  “Whose orders?” Soltan said.

  “Oh, I think you can guess, Your Honor,” DeLise said. “But I’m not saying a damn thing else until I get a deal.”

  Soltan stared at DeLise, and then at Meyer. “Your client wants to make a deal, Ms. Meyer.”

  “I must request to withdraw as Mr. DeLise’s attorney at this time,” Meyer said.

  “I suspected as much,” Soltan said. She looked around in the courtroom until she found who she was looking for. “Mr. Sullivan,” she said. “You are by all accounts currently unaffiliated.”

  “That would be accurate, Your Honor,” Sullivan said. “I quit the employ of Zarathustra Corporation roughly forty seconds ago.”

  “How wonderful,” Soltan said. “Will you please represent Mr. DeLise, then, at least for the short term. I can offer you standard Colonial Authority public defender rates.”

  “Happy to oblige,” Sullivan said.

  Soltan turned to Papa Fuzzy, who was still in the witness stand, watching everything unfold with a sort of quiet fascination. “Papa Fuzzy,” she said. “You are someone who speaks for your people.”

  “Yes,” Papa said.

  “Soon my people will need to speak to your people,” she said. “It would help if you choose a man to help your people speak to my people. A man you like who is good to you and good to your people.”

  “I choose Jack Holloway,” Papa Fuzzy said.

  “Are you sure?” Soltan asked.

  “I am sure,” Papa said. “I do not know all the things your people know. But I am smart. I see what Jack Holloway has done here now. Jack Holloway has helped you see bad men have hurt my people and killed my child. Jack Holloway is a good man. I choose Jack Holloway.”

  “Mr. Holloway,” Soltan said. “You understand the job you’ve just been nominated for.”

  “Defender general of the fuzzy nation, it seems like,” Holloway said.

  “Do you accept the job?” Soltan said.

  “I do,” Holloway said.

  “Then congratulations,” Soltan said. “Because as of this moment, you’re effectively in charge of this entire planet.”

  “Wait a minute,” said Wheaton Aubrey VII. “You can’t do that. The Zarathustra Corporation has an E and E franchise with the Colonial Authority. A judge at your level can’t just decide it doesn’t apply. And you certainly can’t hand over responsibility to a contract surveyor.”

  “Not that you have any standing whatsoever in this courtroom at the moment, Mr. Aubrey, but as your statement dovetails into my next announcement, I’ll address it,” Soltan said. “But first, everyone needs to sit down.”

  The courtroom slowly returned to order.

  “Now, then,” Soltan said. “As it happens, Mr. Aubrey, once a Suspected Sapience Report is ordered, as I have done, if any Colonial Authority judge finds compelling evidence that the native sentient life of a planet is threatened, he or she is required to report it to the planet’s ranking judge. The ranking judge then becomes or appoints someone to the role of Special Master for Xenosapience, whose tasks include making sure the new possibly sentient life remains extant long enough for its sentience to be fully assessed. The Special Master not only can but must take steps to ensure the species’ survival, up to and including instituting martial law and suspending all franchises.

  “As you have so condescendingly noted, Mr. Aubrey, I am merely a common Colonial Authority court judge,” Soltan said. “But, in part because of your own corporation’s desire to have the absolute minimum judicial interference on your E and E franchise worlds, I am also the only Colonial Authority court judge here. This makes me the Special Master for Xenosapience, which means I can and must act to protect the fuzzys.

  “After today, it is my strong belief that the fuzzys are in clear and present danger from the humans on the planet, and from your corporation,” Soltan said. “I will not wait for the legal wheels to turn to prove a sapience I have already seen in abundance. A slaughter has already begun here. Two of these creatures are already dead, Mr. Aubrey. Whether by your instigation, or by your encouragement, or through your willful blindness, is not my concern at the moment. My concern is stopping it before there are more of them dead by human hands.

  “Therefore, Mr. Aubrey,” Soltan said. “By the power vested in me as the Special Master for Xenosapience, the Zarathustra Corporation’s Exploration and Exploitation Charter for the planet known as Zara Twenty-three is immediately and provisionally revoked, pending further review. All exploration and exploitation is to cease at once. All employees and contractors are ordered off the planet within thirty days. I am declaring martial law. Colonial Marshals will be on-planet within two days to relieve ZaraCorp’s Security forces, who will surrender all weapons and security authority at that time.

  “Furthermore, I am appointing Jack Holloway as Assistant Special Master for Xenosapience, with a portfolio to include transfer of all legal authority for the planet to the creatures known as the ‘fuzzys,’ pending final certification of species sapience,” Soltan said. “He is running the show internally and for anything directly involving the fuzzys, while I am tending to external matters involving the Colonial Authority. So if there’s something you want regarding the planet, your people are talking to him now, because he’s the one talking to the fuzzys.”

  “We’ll be appealing this decision,” Meyer said.

  “Of course you will, Ms. Meyer,” Soltan said. “But until then, you talk to Mr. Holloway. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Your Honor,” Meyer said.

  “Good,” Soltan said. “And are you still planning to call witnesses to account for Mr. DeLise’s whereabouts the day of Mr. Holloway’s fire?”

  “No, Your Honor,” Meyer said.

  “Then also, and independently, I find that there is enough evidence against Mr. DeLise regarding arson and destruction of property to go to trial,” Soltan said. “This opinion will be published on the court’s site, along with every other thing that happened today, and I’ll set the date for the trial at a later time.” Soltan lifted one of the folders Meyer had earlier placed on her podium. “Look on the bright side, Ms. Meyer,” she said. “You’ll be getting your change of venue after all.”

  Soltan stood. “This preliminary hearing is now finished,” she said. “Thank God.” She left the courtroom.

  Holloway walked over to a visibly shell-shocked Meyer. “Ms. Meyer,” he said. He repeated it again to get her attention.

  “What do you want now, Holloway?” Meyer said.

  “I just wanted to tell you,” Holloway said. “Now you know what I wanted out of all of this.”

  * * *

  The next afternoon, Holloway strode into the executive conference room in the ZaraCorp building, infopanel at ready, Papa Fuzzy on one side, Carl on the other. He took a seat at the center left side of the table. On the other side of the table sat DeLise, Sullivan, representing DeLise, Meyer, representing Aubrey and Landon, and Aubrey and Landon, representing Zarathustra Corporation’s board. Holloway set down his infopanel, situated Papa Fuzzy in a comfortable position on the table, and had Carl lie down, which the dog did, happily.

  “Well,” Holloway said, briskly. “I slept like a baby last night. How about you folks?”

  “Don’t be any more of an asshole than you have to be, Jack,” Sullivan said.

  “Quite right,” Holloway said. “I’ve spoken to Papa Fuzzy, who has spoken with its own people, and I’ve reviewed my own situation with Mr. DeLise, and I think we have an offer here that will work for everyone. Mr. Sullivan, I will settle with Mr. DeLise for damages relating to arso
n and destruction of property for the nominal sum of one credit. The fuzzys likewise will seek no damages against Mr. DeLise, Mr. Aubrey, Mr. Landon, or the Zarathustra Corporation for the deaths of Pinto or Baby. Additionally I will request to the Colonial Authority on behalf of the fuzzys that they drop all charges against DeLise, Aubrey, Landon, or ZaraCorp.

  “Finally, while we will not request that Judge Soltan rescind her order rescinding ZaraCorp’s E and E charter, we will request she instead amend it to allow the company an orderly drawdown of people and property over six months, and while not allowing ZaraCorp to additionally mine or extract resources from the planet, the company may complete processing of materials it has already mined or extracted as part of this extended drawdown. There are going to be fiddly bits to all of this, of course, but that’s the general sweep of things.”

  “In exchange for what?” Aubrey said.

  “That’s simple,” Holloway said. “In exchange for you walking away. First, the three of you specifically—you, Aubrey, you, Landon, and from my point of view especially you, Joe—leave the planet and never come back. Ever. But more generally, it means that Zarathustra Corporation doesn’t appeal Judge Soltan’s ruling, doesn’t challenge the fuzzys’ claim to sentience, and doesn’t work in any way, shape, or form to stay on this planet. You all just walk away. Take what you have with you and go. That’s it, that’s all, it’s done and over. Clean slates for everybody.”

  “I don’t think we have any problem with that deal,” Sullivan said.

  “Well, of course you wouldn’t,” Aubrey said. “You’re not being asked to walk away from decades’ worth of revenues.”

  “I should note that this is an ‘all in or none in’ deal,” Holloway said. “If you’re not all on board, none of this is on the table.”

  “You can’t ask this company to walk away from everything it’s done here,” Aubrey said.

  “Sure I can,” Holloway said. “I just did. And more to the point, Aubrey, while there’s no doubt you could drag things out for years with filings and appeals, there are two fundamental problems. The first is that at the end of the day, the fuzzys are sentient. ZaraCorp has no claim on this planet anymore. You’ll just spend millions prolonging the inevitable. The second thing is that you’ve been very bad men, and there’s lots leading back to you.”