Of course. Why hadn't he thought of that? The emergency map system was no doubt programmed before the first wheel was ever brought into service. So all those maps would already be in the system, even if the other wheels were never built, even if two-thirds of the maps would never have a corridor wall to be displayed on. No one would bother to go into the system and clean them out.
"I never thought of that," said Bean. He knew, given his reputation for brilliance, that he could pay Nikolai no higher compliment. As indeed the reaction of the other kids in nearby bunks showed. No one had ever had such a conversation with Bean before. No one had ever thought of something that Bean hadn't obviously thought of first. Nikolai was blushing with pride.
"But the nine decks, that makes sense," said Nikolai.
"Wish I knew what was on them," said Bean.
"Life support," said the girl named Corn Moon. "They got to be making oxygen somewhere here. That takes a lot of plants."
More kids joined in. "And staff. All we ever see are teachers and nutritionists."
"And maybe they did build the other wheels. We don't know they didn't."
The speculation ran rampant through the group. And at the center of it all: Bean.
Bean and his new friend, Nikolai.
"Come on," said Nikolai, "we'll be late for math."
CHAPTER 9 - GARDEN OF SOFIA
PART THREE - SCHOLAR
CHAPTER 9 - GARDEN OF SOFIA
"So he found out how many decks there are. What can he possibly do with that information?"
"Yes, that's the exact question. What was he planning, that he felt it necessary to find that out? Nobody else even looked for that, in the whole history of this school."
"You think he's plotting revolution?"
"All we know about this kid is that he survived on the streets of Rotterdam. It's a hellish place, from what I hear. The kids are vicious. They make _Lord of the Flies_ look like _Pollyanna_."
"When did you read _Pollyanna_?"
"It was a book?"
"How can he plot a revolution? He doesn't have any friends."
"I never said anything about revolution, that's your theory."
"I don't have a theory. I don't understand this kid. I never even wanted him up here. I think we should just send him home."
"No."
"No sir, I'm sure you meant to say."
"After three months in Battle School, he figured out that defensive war makes no sense and that we must have launched a fleet against the Bugger home worlds right after the end of the last war."
"He knows that? And you come telling me he knows how many decks there are?"
"He doesn't know it. He guessed. I told him he was wrong."
"I'm sure he believed you."
"I'm sure he's in doubt."
"This is all the more reason to send him back to Earth. Or out to some distant base somewhere. Do you realize the nightmare if there's a breach of security on this?"
"Everything depends on how he uses the information."
"Only we don't know anything about him, so we have no way of knowing how he'll use it."
"Sister Carlotta - "
"Do you hate me? That woman is even more inscrutable than your little dwarf."
"A mind like Bean's is not to be thrown away just because we fear there might be a security breach."
"Nor is security to be thrown away for the sake of one really smart kid."
"Aren't we smart enough to create new layers of deception for him? Let him find out something that he'll think is the truth. All we have to do is come up with a lie that we think he'll believe."
***
Sister Carlotta sat in the terrace garden, across the tiny table from the wizened old exile.
"I'm just an old Russian scientist living out the last years of his life on the shores of the Black Sea." Anton took a long drag on his cigarette and blew it out over the railing, adding it to the pollution flowing from Sofia out over the water.
"I'm not here with any law enforcement authority," said Sister Carlotta.
"You have something much more dangerous to me. You are from the Fleet."
"You're in no danger."
"That's true, but only because I'm not going to tell you anything."
"Thank you for your candor."
"You value candor, but I don't think you would appreciate it if I told you the thoughts your body arouses in the mind of this old Russian."
"Trying to shock nuns is not much sport. There is no trophy."