Authors: Catherine Jinks
‘
Electrode-implants
,’ Sonja piped up – much to everyone’s surprise. Even Cadel turned to stare at her.
‘That’s it,’ said Trader, before she could elaborate. ‘Basically, we’re talking about a brain–machine interface. There’s been a lot of research into how you can help quadriplegics run robotic arms without pushing buttons. By implanting electrodes into their brains.’ He proceeded as if oblivious to the sympathetic looks that were being cast in Sonja’s direction. ‘That’s what Neuro-Solutions has been doing – ostensibly,’ he said. ‘Trying to interpret brain signals, and transmit them to computers. I’ve been reading about it on the Internet.’
And so has poor Sonja, Cadel thought, but remained silent. He knew that Sonja couldn’t bear to be pitied.
‘On the one hand, therefore, we have NeuroSolutions, which is somehow connected to Fountain Pharmaceuticals,’ Trader said. ‘And on the other hand, we have our ten mysterious names. Which I’ve been investigating.’ Trader leaned forward, instinctively lowering his voice. ‘Cadel has already pointed out that six of these people died of head injuries. What he didn’t pick up, however, is that all of them were behaving erratically before they died. All of them were complaining about headaches. And all of them were booked in for psychiatric evaluations.’
‘Wait a minute.’ Zac straightened, apparently jolted out of a well-fed daze. ‘How do you know that? Surely that’s medical data? How did you find out?’
Trader flapped an impatient hand. ‘I have my methods. What’s important is that those head injuries were severe. I mean,
severe
. They were so bad that if anyone had tried to remove some kind of implant, it wouldn’t have been noticed.’ As Judith gasped, and Lexi’s mouth dropped open, Trader hurriedly argued his case. ‘I’m ninety per cent sure,’ he said, ‘that the encrypted database we’ve been trying to unlock contains information about experiments conducted on GenoME clients like Jimmy Austin – experiments involving electrode implants. I think that those six dead people were killed because their electrode implants malfunctioned.’ There was a brief, stunned silence. Then Hamish chuckled.
‘Oh, man,’ he said. ‘That is
so
cool. A zombie brigade!’
‘Hang on a minute.’ It was Judith who spoke, loudly and sceptically. ‘Is this just a guess, or do you have any proof?’
‘We’ll have proof when we get into that database,’ Trader replied, turning to Sonja. ‘And we need to get in before the court hearing tomorrow. Otherwise, if GenoME tries to kill Prosper English, the police will raid the Australian branch. They’ll arrest all the staff, and the whole Australian system might self-destruct, to stop the police from getting into it. In which case we’ll have to start all over again.’
In response, Sonya groped towards her Dynavox screen. But Cadel – who was becoming increasingly annoyed with Trader’s high-handed treatment of Sonja – spoke for her, in a sharp, combative tone.
‘Then I guess we’ll just have to start all over again.’ Seeing Trader’s mouth tighten, Cadel folded his arms. ‘We can’t get anything useful out of that encrypted database until tomorrow night, because that’s when they’ll switch on the US system after the weekend.’
‘Yes, but – ’
‘Ask Hamish. Ask Dot. They’ll tell you the same thing. Even if Sonja does work out all the codes, it won’t do us any good before tomorrow night.’
During the pause that followed, Hamish screwed his face into an apologetic expression, while Dot’s head moved up and down. Neither of them uttered a word, however. Zac was the one who finally addressed Trader, hesitantly.
‘If what you say is true,’ he said, ‘there are still four people wandering around out there with electrodes implanted in their brains. Including that fellow who’s working for the bank. Am I right?’
‘Possibly.’
‘Which begs the question: why aren’t
they
dead?’
Trader shrugged. ‘Perhaps their implants aren’t malfunctioning yet,’ he rejoined. ‘Or perhaps the other six changed their minds about having implants. It’s even possible that none of these people were told about the implants; they might have had routine surgery for something else, and been used as guinea pigs. But the ones who ended up dead might have begun to realise that something was wrong. They might have started to kick up a fuss. Who knows?’ He spread his hands. ‘We can’t be sure until we check that database.’
‘
We-should-warn-the-four-people-who-are-still-alive
,’ Sonja’s Dynavox slowly enunciated. And all eyes swivelled towards Trader.
‘Not yet,’ was his decision. ‘It might tip off GenoME.’
Zac looked pained. ‘But there’s a moral imperative – ’ he began, before Trader interrupted.
‘Right now, our moral imperative is to get the guy who’s ultimately responsible: namely, Earl Toffany. If I’m right about the implants, then he must have known the truth – and there could be proof of that in the encrypted database.’ Trader took a deep breath. ‘However,’ he continued, ‘if we don’t get into that database before Prosper English arrives in court tomorrow, we might lose our chance.’
‘Not necessarily.’ Hamish was frowning, his glasses sliding down his nose. ‘Even if Jerry d-does panic, and tries to pull the plug on his system, we’ve sabotaged its self-destruct program. Just like you told us to. We should be able to stop him from destroying his files.’
‘Yeah, but he can still smash the machines,’ Cliff objected. And Cadel pointed out that even intact machines would be useless, once it became known that the police were investigating GenoME’s Australian staff.
‘If the Australian branch goes down, all the passwords will be invalidated,’ he said wearily. ‘We won’t be able to piggyback on the DNA reports any more, because you can be sure that no one in the US office will be accepting
any
data packets from here, no matter who’s supposed to be sending them. Not if there are concerns about the police. We’d have to find another route.’ Cadel rubbed his eyes, which were prickly with fatigue. ‘It’s like Trader says, we’d have to start all over again.’
Hamish subsided, biting his thumbnail. Whereupon Cliff took charge of the conversation.
‘Okay,’ he growled, ‘let’s forget about that database. Let’s forget about police raids, and passwords, and what Jerry might do if he panics. Let’s focus on the main issue, here: we
need to pin something on Earl Toffany
. So does anyone have any ideas?’ He scanned the faces around him; when there was no immediate reply, he snarled, ‘Come on, people, this is supposed to be Genius Squad!’
Cadel closed his eyes and began to knead his forehead. The situation was beginning to overwhelm him; he wanted the meeting to finish so that he could assess matters in peace.
‘You’ll have to fake an email,’ he sighed. And Trader tensed.
‘What?’ said Cliff.
‘You’ll have to fake an email,’ Cadel repeated. ‘It’s all you can do. Make up an encoded email from Carolina to Earl, and be sure he can’t answer it without incriminating himself.’ Cadel opened his eyes and lifted his head. ‘It’ll be risky. If it doesn’t work, they’ll know that we’re into their system. They’ll shut it all down. But if they’re going to shut it down anyway, we don’t have much to lose . . .’
He trailed off, suddenly feeling very depleted. For several seconds no one spoke. Lexi, who had finished her apple, tossed its soggy core into the bin. Devin burped. Zac coughed.
‘What would we put in the email?’ Trader said at last.
‘I don’t know.’ Cadel gestured vaguely. ‘Something about Prosper English? Something about killing him?’ All at once his gut began to heave in a familiar way; he became conscious of a vague unease that wasn’t quite nausea. ‘I need to go to the toilet,’ he announced, rising abruptly. His chair tipped over as he bolted for Sonja’s bathroom, afraid that he might be about to vomit again. But it was a false alarm. By the time he reached his destination, his stomach was starting to settle.
So he washed his face and sat for a while on the edge of the bath, taking deep breaths as he stared down at the gleaming tile floor.
He was scared; that was his problem. He was scared that Prosper might escape from the Coroner’s Court, or – even worse – that someone might be killed. And it troubled him profoundly that the prospect of bloodshed didn’t seem to concern Cliff or Trader in the slightest. They hadn’t even blanched at the thought of a perverse brain-implant experiment. And they had brushed aside any suggestion that lives might still be saved.
Cadel recognised that mindset. He had encountered it at the Axis Institute.
It reminded him of Prosper English.
Cadel would have liked to stay in the bathroom, where he felt safely shielded from outside interference. But he knew that Sonja would be wondering what had happened to him. Therefore he rose and trudged back into the kitchen, where he discovered that the meeting had begun to break up. People were milling around, clearing the table. It appeared that a decision had been reached.
‘
Are-you-all-right?
’ asked Sonja, upon catching sight of Cadel. She was part of a small cluster that also comprised Judith and Lexi.
‘I’m fine,’ said Cadel. ‘What’s going on? Are we all done?’
‘I bloody
hope
so,’ Lexi groaned. ‘My
butt
’s gone to sleep.’ And in a piercing voice, designed to be heard from some distance away, she added, ‘I thought this was supposed to be our
day off
!’
Trader ignored her. But Judith said, ‘It is. And I don’t see why it shouldn’t be. GenoME isn’t going to shut down in America just because things go wrong over here.’ She gave a sniff. ‘It’s not like you can’t find some other way into the American network, surely? I admit I’m not a computer person, but I don’t understand why everyone’s so frantic.’
‘It’s the passwords.’ Cadel cut her off. ‘The passwords and all the encryption keys. Didn’t you hear what I said before? They’ll get changed in the US if there’s a problem over here – at least they will if Earl wants to keep the police out of his system. Ten to one he’ll overhaul the entire network, just to be on the safe side. And if he does, we’ll be back at square one, looking for a new entry point.’ He fixed his attention on Sonja once more. ‘So what’s happening tomorrow? Are we going to send an email, or not?’
‘
Ask-Trader
,’ came the reply. And Lexi drawled, ‘Yeah, it’s no good asking us. We’re just the decoders. It’s total job demarcation, in this place.’
‘I think Dot’s taking care of it,’ Judith volunteered. She jerked her chin, and Cadel squinted across the room to where the rest of the squad’s Infiltration team were gathered around Trader. Even as Cadel approached it, however, this group dispersed. Dot marched off towards the lift. Hamish hurried after her. Devin made for the fridge, leaving Trader to address Cadel’s concerns.
‘You look a bit white,’ said Trader, with a convincing degree of solicitude. ‘You’re not sick, by any chance?’
‘No. I always look white.’ Cadel dodged Trader’s encircling arm. ‘So what’s happening with this email, then?’
‘Ah.’ Trader nodded, and went on to describe how a fake email would be the squad’s ‘last resort scenario’. He and Cliff would devise the message, while Dot and Hamish would be handling the technical side of its dispatch. ‘We have to encrypt it properly, and send it in exactly the right way,’ he said. ‘And of course, we have to be extremely careful about the timing. That’ll be your call. Yours and Dot’s. I’m putting you on eavesdropping duty, Cadel.’
Eavesdropping duty? Cadel peered up at him in confusion. But Trader seemed oblivious, breezily proposing that Cadel listen to every conversation being held in the vicinity of Jerry Reinhard’s office the next morning. In the event of a sudden alert or panic, Dot would immediately fire off the fake email.
‘Dot and Hamish will be monitoring local email traffic for the same reason,’ Trader said. ‘But that’ll take more time, because of the decrypting. You’re the one who’ll most likely notice the first signs of agitation.’
Cadel was genuinely puzzled. He knew that he was the best hacker in the squad. Why on earth did Trader want to saddle him with a job that could be done equally well by Zac, or Tony, or Judith?
‘Are you sure you don’t want me on-line?’ he said. ‘I mean, if something unexpected crops up, I might be able to stop it.’
‘Mmmm-mmm.’ Trader patted Cadel on the back, in a mildly condescending sort of way. He even produced one of his movie-star grins. ‘What bothers me, Cadel, is that you’re going to be a bit distracted, what with Prosper’s court appearance, and everything.’ As he cocked his head, his smile seemed to curl at the edges, like burnt paper. ‘I mean, I don’t want you rushing off to the toilet in the middle of a job that no one else can finish,’ he gently concluded. ‘It might make all the difference between success and failure.’
Cadel flushed, then set his jaw and glared. But Trader’s expression remained perfectly benign. Sympathetic, even. Cadel couldn’t detect a trace of calculation or contempt.
He wondered if there was some other reason why he wouldn’t be allowed on-line. Or whether it was simply because he had displayed signs of jangled nerves.
Either way, he wasn’t going to throw a tantrum. That would just confirm that he was unstable.
‘Fine,’ he said shortly, and turned on his heel.
Later, in Sonja’s bedroom, he pondered recent events while he helped her to drink a cup of tea.
‘What do you think of Trader’s idea?’ he finally asked. ‘I mean, about the brain implants?’
Sonja stabbed at her Dynavox several times before making contact, labouring away for a minute or so to spell out the reply: ‘
It-makes-sense.
’
‘Yeah. I know.’ Cadel couldn’t really find fault with the proposal. He just wondered how Trader had thought of it, since he himself would never have made the leap from NeuroSolutions to dead people. ‘I guess I’m not so smart after all,’ he muttered.
At which point Lexi stuck her head around the door, and hailed them both. ‘Oi!’ she said. ‘Are you guys coming to the movies, or what?’
Cadel could feel a tension in the air when he came down to breakfast the next morning.
He discovered Judith in the kitchen, blearily preparing Sonja’s porridge. Hamish was also present, munching through what looked like half a packet of cornflakes. But Lexi and Devin were still in bed, having stayed out much too late the night before.