JPL.”
“Oh, come on.”
“It’s true. Presidential order. There are no scientists there tonight. Just my loyal troops.”
“All of them Hammer of God?” I asked.
“All the leaders,” he said. “The others are just a cordon, to keep the world of unbelievers away.”
“You seem like a normal person,” Amelia said, lying through her teeth. “Why would you want all this beautiful world to end?”
“You don’t really think I’m normal, Dr. Harding, but you’re wrong. You atheists in your ivory towers, you don’t have any idea how real people feel. How perfect this is.”
“Killing everything,” I said.
“You’re worse than she is. This is not death; it’s rebirth. God has used you scientists as tools, so He can cleanse everything and start over.”
It did make a crazy kind of sense. “You’re nuts,” I said.
The soldierboy swiveled to face me. “Julian,” it said in a deep voice, “I’m Claude.” There was an uncertain tremor to his movements that said he wasn’t in a cage, warmed up, but was operating the soldierboy from a remote jack.
“What’s going on here?” Blaisdell said.
“The transfer algorithm worked,” Marty said. “Your people aren’t in control of the soldierboys. Ours are.”
“I know that’s not possible,” he said. “The safeguards—”
Marty laughed. “That’s right. The safeguards against transfer of control are profoundly complex and powerful. I should know. I put them there.”
Blaisdell looked at the soldierboy. “Soldier. Leave this room.”
“Don’t, Claude,” Marty said. “We may need you.” It stayed put, rocking slightly. “That was a direct order from a major general,” Blaisdell said.
“I know who you are, sir.”
Blaisdell made a leap for the door, surprisingly fast. The soldierboy reached to grab his arm but punched him down instead. He shoved him back into the room.
He stood up slowly and brushed himself off. “So you’re one of these humanized ones.”
“That’s right, sir.”
“You think that gives you the right to disregard orders from your superiors?”
“No, sir. But my orders include assessing your actions, and orders, as those of a man who is mentally ill, and not responsible.”
“I can still have you shot!”
“I suppose you could, sir, if you could find me.”
“Oh, I know where you people are. The mechanics’ cages for this building’s guards are in the basement, in the northeast corner.” He pinched his earring. “Major Lejeune. Come in.” He pinched it again. “Come in.”
“Nothing gets out of this room but static, sir, except on my frequency.”
“Claude,” I said, “why don’t you just go ahead and kill him?”
“You know I can’t do that, Julian.”
“You could kill him to save your own life.”
“Yes, but his threat to find my cage is not realistic. In fact, my body is not there.”
“But look. He’s proposing to kill not only you, but everybody else in the world. In the universe.”
“Shut up, sergeant,” Blaisdell snarled.
“You couldn’t have a more clear-cut case of self-defense if he was standing with a gun at your head.”
The soldierboy was silent for a long moment, weapons at its side. The laser came up partway and fell back. “I can’t, Julian. Even though I don’t disagree with you. I can’t kill him in cold blood.”
“Suppose I ask you to leave the room,” I said. “Go stand in the corridor. Could you do that?”
“Of course.” It staggered outside, taking off a piece of the doorjamb with its shoulder.
“Amelia . . . Marty . . . please go out there, too.” I pulled open the top drawer of the bureau. The tumbler pistol had two rounds left. I took it out.
Amelia saw the gun and started to stammer something.
“Just go outside for minute.” Marty put his arm around her and they stepped awkwardly, crabwise, through the door.
Blaisdell stood up straight. “So. I take it you’re not one of them. The humanized.”
“Actually, I’m partway there. At least I understand them.”
“Yet you’d kill a man for his religious beliefs.”
“I’d kill my own dog if it had rabies.” I clicked the safety off.
“What kind of devil are you?”
The aiming laser spot danced on the center of his chest. “I’m finding out.” I squeezed the trigger.
* * *
the soldierboy didn’t interfere when Julian fired and almost literally blew Blaisdell into two pieces. Part of the body knocked over a lamp and the room was in darkness except for the light from the corridor. Julian stood rigid, listening to the wet sounds of the corpse settling.
The soldierboy glided in behind him. “Let me have the gun, Julian.”
“No. It’s of no use to you.”
“I’m afraid for you, old friend. Give me the weapon.”
Julian turned in the half-light. “Oh. I see.” He stuck the pistol