looked at me. “I could have killed you, you know.”
“Bullshit. You did your best.”
“You better hope you never find out what my best is.”
“Gentlemen,” Mendez said, “we’ll agree that you two are the most dangerous people in this room—”
“Not by a long shot,” Ingram said. “The rest of you are the most dangerous people under one roof in the whole world. Maybe in all of history.”
“We’ve considered that viewpoint,” Marty said.
“Well, consider it some more. You’re going to make the human race extinct in a couple of generations. You’re monsters. Like creatures from another planet, bent on our destruction.”
Marty smiled broadly. “That’s a metaphor I hadn’t thought of. But all we’re really bent on destroying is the race’s capability for self-destruction.”
“Even if that could work, and I’m not convinced it could, what good is it if we wind up being something other than men?”
“Half of us aren’t men to begin with,” Megan said quietly.
“You know what I mean.”
“I think you meant just what you said.”
“How much does he know,” I asked, “about why this is urgent?”
“No details,” Marty said.
“‘The ultimate weapon,’ whatever that is. We’ve been surviving ultimate weapons since 1945.”
“Earlier,” Mendez said. “The airplane, the tank, nerve gas. But this one’s a little more dangerous. A little more ultimate.”
“And you’re behind it,” he said, looking at Amelia with an odd, avid expression. “But all these other people, this ‘Twenty,’ know about it.”
“I don’t know how much they know,” she said. “I haven’t jacked with them.”
“But you will, soon enough,” Mendez said to him. “Then it will all become clear.”
“It’s a federal offense to jack someone against his will.”
“Really. I don’t suppose they’d be amused about our drugging someone and kidnapping him, either. Then tying him up for interrogation.”
“You can untie me. I see that physical resistance is futile.”
“I think not,” Marty said. “You’re just a little too fast, too good.”
“I won’t answer any questions, tied up.”
“Oh, I think you will, one way or another. Megan?”
She held up the hypo gun and turned a dial on the side two clicks. “Just give the word, Marty.”
“Tazlet F-3,” Megan said, smiling.
“Now that’s really illegal.”
“Oh my. They’ll just have to cut our bodies down and hang us again.”
“That’s not funny.” Obvious strain in the man’s voice.
“I think he knows about the side effects,” Megan said. “They last a long time. Great for weight loss.” She stepped toward him and he shrank back.
“All right. I’ll talk.”
“He’ll lie,” I said.
“Maybe,” Marty said. “But we’ll find out the next time we jack. You said we were the most dangerous people in the world. Going to make the human race extinct. Would you care to amplify that statement?”
“That’s if you succeed, which I don’t think is likely. You’ll convert a large fraction of us, from the top down, and then the Ngumi, or whoever, will step in and take over. End of experiment.”
“We’ll be converting the Ngumi, too.”
“Not many and not fast enough. Their leadership is too fragmented. If you converted all the South American goomies, the African ones would step in and eat them up.”
Kind of a racist image, I thought, but kept it to my cannibal self.
“But if we do succeed,” Mendez said, “you think that would be even worse?”
“Of course! Lose a war, you can rise up and fight again. Lose the ability to fight . . .”
“But there would be no one to fight,” Megan said.
“Nonsense. This thing can’t work on everybody. You have one tenth of one percent unaffected, they’ll arm themselves and take over. And you’ll just give them the key to the city and do whatever they say.”
“It’s not that simplistic,” Mendez said. “We can defend ourselves without killing.”
“What, the way you’ve defended yourself against me? Gas everybody and tie them up?”
“I’m sure we’ll work out strategies well ahead of time. After all, we’ll have plenty of minds like yours at our disposal.”
“You’re actually a soldier,” he said to me, “and you go along with this foolishness?”
“I didn’t ask to be a soldier. And I can’t imagine a peace as foolish as this war we’re in.”
He shook his head. “Well, they’ve gotten to you. Your opinion doesn’t count.”
“In fact,” Marty said, “he’s on our side naturally. He hasn’t gone through the process. Neither have I.”
“Then the more fools you both are. Get rid of competition and you’re just not human anymore.”
“There’s competition here,” Mendez said. “Even physical. Ellie and Megan play vicious handball. Most of us are slowed down by age, but we compete mentally in ways you couldn’t even