Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
MONDRAGON
ARAN JANE
DEDICATION
For Sheri
Contents
Part One
1. The Edict of Shanghai
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2. Cinderella liberty
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3. The Third Factor
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4. Surfing the blink
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5. The Leap
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Reason for discord 133
Part Two
7. An instrument of conspiracy
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A dangerous shift 189
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The Slip 205
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PrognosisGrim 219
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Black ops 227
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Olympus Mons 247
13. Worlds on the brink
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Harks conjecture 315
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Coup de foudre 327
16. A whisper of wind
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An illicit interrupt 359
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Reflections on pain 367
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The Hunters Moon 381
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Meridian Bay 401
Part Three
21. A record of chaos
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22. The Mandate of Heaven
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23. The Entelecheia
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24.
The gnosints gift 541
Epilogue 597
Acknowledgments 601
Authors letter to the reader 603
Part One
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The Edict of Shanghai
When Derek burst through Infection Controls walkthrough mists, the last thing on his mind was the decon
protocol required to enter Shanghai Medical Centers
high-security ICU. He was preoccupied, wrestling with
his conscience over the nurse he called Thunder Jones.
She looked after his fallen brother-in-arms, and she was
a compassionate caregiver, friend, and confidante, in that
order. Over the past few weeks, they had grown close while
he sat by his buddys bedside. Maybe too close, if he were to
be perfectly honest. Close quarters, sparks and all. Maybe
one baijiu too many, smuggled in a hip flask and shared in
the small hours. Courting trouble and he knew it. As the
doors whooshed shut behind him, it occurred to him that
he had been spending less and less time worrying about his
badly shot-up compatriot, and rather more in an ongoing
tug-of-war between his own ever more elastic sense of right
and wrong and the dog in him. Thus, he forgot to wait
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room.
Drawing nearer, he quickly picked up the gist. He
stopped beside a big, dark-skinned tech sporting dreads and
a chartreuse Fu Manchu. Whats going on? he whispered.
The big guy shifted Dereks way but kept his eyes riveted
straight ahead, like a gawker at a cat fight. Kabuki, the tall
one all dolled up there in whiteface and chopsticks
Smirking? Derek asked.
Fu Manchu nodded. Shes been pushing Jones to wrap
it up so she can give her report and cut outta here.
Whats the rush?
Newstyler meeting. Transaccidental Affairs.
Hearing the two loaded phrases, Derek cringed. The
world had long ago given up all prior connections to the
archaic word human, whose etymology derived from
humus, or earthremnants of thought that associated
the species with those who buried their dead. The Emperor
had insisted on a less pessimistic, more hopeful vocabulary
for his Promethean subjects, who had only recently
grabbed hold of indefinite life extension. So his inaugural
act as emperor was to do away with the term human,
along with all its derivations, such as humanity and
humankind, replacing them with the more optimistic
accidentalwhat arises by chance. The term newstyler
came from the Chinese xing-shi. And it was indeed well
suited to the body innovations now being widely adopted
all over the world. Categories and classifications had shifted:
what was once considered transhuman had now become
transaccidental, and transaccidental became newstyler
on the streets.
Dereks eyes moved to his friend Jones, who abruptly
pulled away from the holographic display. Excuse me, is
there a problem? she thundered, glaring directly into the
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weapon was not the point. Whatever hit him blew off
the whole top right side of his skull. Anyway, hes standing
stark naked at the glass, with his dingus hanging out and
that ruin of his brain exposed.
Derek formed a mental picture: MacCullums stove-in
skull, covered with a thin biofilm of custard-hued medical
nanos writhing like a maggot dressing. Not pretty.
A collective groan went up.
Scary, Jones said.
Yeah, no kidding! one of the nurses said.
So, after I catch my breath, I notice hes got his
bandages and his gown all scrunched up in a ball, and hes
holding them out in front of him like hes trying to hand
them to me through the glass. Hes got his tubing off, and
all wadded up in there with everything else
Hes confused, poor guy, someone else said.
It was a mess, Jones frowned. Looped and knotted
through the sleeves of his gownbandages, tubing,
everything all twisted up and mashed together in a wad.
She paused and drew in an anguished breath, quickly
canvassing the faces of her team. Anyway, I finally get him
back into bedand he speaks.
Here it comes, Derek muttered, inching closer.
Even steam, my brother, Fu Manchu whispered. Best
not to get your hopes up.
Maybe not, Derek thought. Though when it came to
conversation, MacCullum was in a class by himself, at least
compared to most of his EXO brothers. A self-educated
gnosint, his training in nontraditional pattern recognition
had made him a blend of wizard, deity, and lightning
rod. He had an astonishing breadth of expertise ranging
from particle astrophysics and philosophy to the intricate
biomechanics of the nanoneurotransmitters that linked
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The lager was ice cold; the mugs slick with frost.
MacCullum was on fire as if hed been cramming for a
final. Dereks attention wandered to every athletically
built dancer who happened to saunter by, testing, in more
ways than one, the outer banks of his ability to stay on
track. All the while, MacCullum had remained aloof and
preoccupied, ignoring the scantily clad men and women
and nowhere near keeping up with his usual drinking
pace. When he finally did open up, it ended up being a
core dump of how the Voynich codex had taken its name
from some unknown Lithuanian book dealer back in
the twentieth centuryhow this book dealer had dug it
out of an old steamer trunk of rare books, belonging to
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to decipher it.
Let it go! Derek urged, ducking behind his drink
again as soon as it arrived. You should see this! This
woman is amazing. And you sit here babbling about I
dont know what! He glanced at his buddy sitting next
to him and laughed. MacCullums collar-length black hair
had fallen over one eye, hiding most of his high forehead.
The bags under the one eye showing told the story of his
lack of sleepdelving into these ancient mysteries of his.
Dark brown wide-set eyes; sad, it seemed to the Derek, set
deep in their sockets. Snap out of it, man! Voynich
what is that? Is that, like, where gnosint geeks go to die, or
something? I dont know
I do know, MacCullum said, cutting him off, grabbing
him by the arm. Did you hear what I just said? Were
talking terrible prophecies. Twenty-five hundred years, and
no one, no one, has been able to decipher a word of it.
Dereks eyes looked gravely down at MacCullums grip
on his biceps and lingered there for a puzzled moment
before rising to look him straight in the eye.
MacCullum released his grip and finally reached for his
beer. That is, he said, easing off on the throttle and at last
taking a drink, not till now.
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things were apt to work out for the best somehow, if only
given a head start and a long enough run. Not Donald
MacCullum. An ardent believer in the bleak outlook, he
had a particular fondness for depressing news. He called
it his fatalistic habit of mind. But oddly enough, it was
a habit of mind that had inspired him, on more than one
occasion, to throw himself in harms way on behalf of his
EXO brothers. This last foray, for example, had landed him
here with half his head blown away.
Das Nichtigethe nothingness, Jones said.
Derek mouthed the words without saying them out
loud, searching for the missing pieces to the puzzle, trying
to recall whether he had ever actually heard MacCullum
mention the odd German term before. Murderous Third
Factor bastards were the Emperors private goon squad
at the upper echelons of the M.S.S., the Ministry of
State Security. The Teams despised the Third Factor, so
there was nothing special in that. But this other thing
the nothingness He thought long and hard, sifting
through other conversations he and MacCullum had had,
but he kept coming up blank, kept returning to that night
at Club Babylon.
Its written in Moldavian, MacCullum had said.
A dialect of Romanian. They have a long history of the
occult.
No obvious match there. Derek turned to Savant.
Accessing Savant through ones DBS implant was like trying
to recall something that had just slipped your mind. Only,
in this case, the memory slip was temporary, for as soon
as a thought bubbled up as a query in ones mind, Savants
response was nearly instantaneous. So fast, he once joked,
it was like getting this creepy feeling of a presencethat
some wet, weird, ghostly little kid in a soggy nightshirt was
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were close.
Always on call, always ready, Derek offered as a lame
boast, glancing down at the flesh-and-ink dragon that
concealed his forearm communicator.
It turned suddenly transparent, like one of those seethrough fish. Another message, in blinking text, from his
master chief:
POD
Two hours PT. Canceled
Six-mile run. Canceled
Team training. Canceled
Lunch.
Canceled
Team training. Canceled
Debrief. Canceled
Im just surprised youre still here, she offered, getting
up from her chair and stepping out of the red-and-blue
glow. After I called, I remembered you said you were
shipping out last night.
Was just about to say the same to you. The still here
part, not the shipping out part. Obviously.
Just finishing up.
You work another double?
Her head went up and down in slow motion as if she
couldnt believe it herself. She could find more interesting
ways to spend her evenings. At least, there were a few things
she might pleasantly imagine, PO-1 Derek Mondragon
being one of them. The lavender hue of her scrubs
accentuated her big eyesgray or blue, it was hard to tell
in this light. She grabbed the scrub jacket slung over the
back of her chair, and slipped it on, leaving it loose and
unfastened as she gathered it around her long legs.
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together to form
Jian Sentientics, she said.
Turns out our intrepid Emperor was an early backer of
Dr. Lu Wen Chao. Built him his own institute to lure him
away from the academy. And as we all know, Dr. Lu was the
neurophysicist responsible for most of the breakthroughs
and heavy lifting done in the fields of teleportation. Stock
options and political promises were apparently made to
entice him to partner up with the inestimable Dr. Jian
Minsheng. After the success of Dr. Lus initial sentient
Savant Network, he agreed to move his skunkworks lab
from his private institute in Hong Kong to Jians Advanced
Technology Development Center in the Gobi Desert.
The Gobi She dropped her gaze briefly, thought
about it, then said, Thats where they do the androids,
isnt it?
It is. Once Savant went live, bang!the worlds first
sentient robots. Dr. Lu went on record saying something
like Once the hard problem of consciousness is understood,
teleporting a physical body from one room to another will
become trivial by comparison.
Trivial for him, maybe. She chuckled.
Yeah, well, break it down into three eventsone: the
rise of the global brain
Savant, you mean.
Yeahand the corresponding brain-to-computer
interface that followed. Two: the rise of sentient machines.
And three: quantum teleportation. All had a massive
impact on the culture in general and made an incalculable
fortune for Dr. Jian Minsheng in particular. After amassing
the largest personal fortune on Earth, no surprise that
he emerges as one of the five members of the Politburos
Standing Committee, one of the ruling cabal, ultimately
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Cinderella liberty
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darlin, you are the best! He pulled his head back, covered
her ear with his hand, and called out in a loud voice with
his little girls favorite expression when announcing her
arrival on any family scene: Here comes ME!
Winnie burst out giggling.
He carried her around the corner and walked through
the hall, past a life-size black obsidian statue of the sixarmed, elephant-headed Hindu god Ganesh, caught midsway in dance, one foot raised above a cowering mouse. A
gift from his EXO buddy, Cheeto, who liked to joke: Light
is an elephant sucking up the darkness.
From the sprawling white-on-white living room, the
wall of windows looked out onto a panoramic view of the
congested high-rises and billboards of Shanghai. The stark
contrast in color, indoors to outdoors, was jarring.
His partner, Valentina, stepped off her robotic crosstrainer and wiped a towel across her face. She looked hard
and lean in her all-white unitard, built for speed, absently
pivoting on her heel to toss the white towel back at the
robotic exerciser for cleaning as the contraption folded
itself up behind her in a concatenating series of clicks and
crunches and stowed itself neatly away in the adjacent wall.
What are you doing here? she asked, huffing and
puffing, her face red and blotchy from exertion. I thought
you shipped out last night! Her tone seemed to register
more complaint than surprise.
He shrugged without elaborating. She nodded back
airily. Habit. He valued their relationship, such as it was,
beyond the unspoken resentments that sometimes surfaced
in the occasional caustic snap. Beyond the sex, too, which,
though not bone-rattlingly ecstatic, was still quite vigorous
at times. The way he looked at it, they had grown to
dispense with idle chatter. It was as if one day they had