Authors: Guy Haley
"It will be possible, once he is deactivated, to retrieve those memories you lack from him," said Hughie. "We will be embarking on that task shortly. We will gladly perform the digital blending."
"Like memories are whiskies?" said Richards. "They aren't. It's not so easy."
"I agree. The Qifang within Reality Thirty-six seems a golden opportunity to me, but I am still wise enough to know it as a trap. To utilise it would be to risk contamination from whatever they have done to me, to him, to make him crave immortality as he does," said Qifang. "Gentlemen, I have studied the psychology of artificial intelligences for so many years, including that of those who were once human. To alter a fundamental belief, such as that Qifang had regarding the continuation of an intelligence after organic death, requires far-ranging alterations, both to the memories and to the structure of the consciousness in question." He spoke emphatically, the professor in him coming out. "In short, I would never be able to tell the truth from the lie. I would never be sure what is him and what is k52's fabrication. I cannot bear another layer of ambiguity." Qifang smiled sadly. "Such an irony. Here I am, happy to die but apparently compelled to live, while my other yearns to live yet must die. Perhaps we should exchange fates."
"That will not be sensible," said Hughie.
"Hughie has no sense of irony," explained Richards. "Or humour."
Qifang did not hear; he was looking deep into the grass again, and at the scuttle and bustle of Hughie's arthropods. "I have sat in your beautiful garden and thought long and hard, EuPol Five. I will not pursue any further memory of Zhang Qifang. Better to leave him behind and to the peace of his grave, while I come to grips with what I am now. I am an echo, perhaps, or a faithful rendition, a portrait; but not the reality of the man who was Zhang Qifang. I am not he, nor can I ever be."
Qifang's pimsim avatar stood up with dignity and walked away across the grass. Hughie and Richards watched him go.
Richards gripped the edge of the bench and crossed his ankles underneath. "Do you think he is going to make it?" he asked.
"Truthfully?" said Hughie. "No. A lot of pimsims don't." He exhaled and twisted his mouth, the light from his eyes cut off as he closed them. "But my garden is large, so large that I am not fully aware of its true extent any longer. Maybe here somewhere he can find a measure of peace, enough so that he might one day feel ready to face the world again."
"While we still have to face the other Qifang. And k52."
"Indeed. EuPol has uncovered k52's base unit and impounded it," said Hughie and opened his eyes again.
"Turn him off," said Richards, without hesitation.
"k52 had fled, his unit was inert. He's hiding out in the world he's made, copied himself over to it."
"There's enough capacity on the Realm servers for billions of Fives," said Richards. "It makes a kind of horrible sense. What is he up to?"
"Let's not find out," said Hughie. He set his cup down and filled it up again. "Qifang first; if we remove him we can prevent any further Reality Realms being absorbed. Better I conduct this business, no? This kind of thing lies somewhat outside your forte."
"Right," said Richards. "Dismantling minds is your thing. But you'll be damned for a fool if you think for one minute I am not coming with you." He stood – pointless, really: he'd be out of the garden when Hughie said, whether he was on his backside or hovering in the sky – but it seemed like the right thing to do, gave him the appearance of deciding he was ready to leave for himself. "What about k52?"
"He is in the outer spaces of the Realm servers. These can be deactivated without harming the other worlds once we have severed the link present in Reality Thirty-six's Qifang. I will have the VIA encircle the building, and when we are done, we are going to twist the switch on k52 and his empire."
Chapter 29
Reality 37
Gaining entry into the thirty-sixth Realm was far from a simple matter, but the VIA opened up their blockade without objection, and with the entirety of Hughie's choir of subservient minds at their back, Richards and the EuPol Five bullied their way in through the utilitarian walls cutting off the Realm spaces from the wider worlds of the Grid.
The transition in was abrupt. Hughie was unaffected, stepping through a tear in the air as if he were alighting from a boat. He did not spill so much as one drop of tea from his china cup, but their arrival left a discomfited Richards swaying on his feet as the doorway closed behind them, sealing off the roar of the outside Grid. Their code slipped into that of the Realm without a ripple, but they were detected; underneath the simulated reality, Hughie and Richards' powerful machine minds worked to prevent them being cast out again. The other Qifang had not been idle since Valdaire had left, and had subverted the Grid architecture to his own will, and it set itself quickly against the interlopers.
They found themselves on the far side of the canyon, away from the false Qifang's remaking of the world. The island in the middle of the Great Rift was no more, stone and the anomalous jungle and the monkey puzzle tree broken down into a dense maelstrom of possibility, from which came a different sort of roar to that of the Grid; the awful rumble of a world in dissolution.
In their place, as mighty as a titan, stood the glowing form of Zhang Qifang deified, his luminous head brushing the space where the sky used to be.
"Woah," said Richards. "That's sort of freaky. He's as big as an arco!"
"Hmmm," said Hughie, sipping at his tea. "That looks to me like k52 is using the good professor as more than a diversion."
"What, you mean they took a copy of the old fella and made that to honour him?" said Richards, indicating the figure with his thumb.
"k52 was ever the one for grand gestures," said Hughie. "Look at this tableau! It's so baroque. It has k52's name all over it. Qifang was the man who saved us all, and I for one can't think of a more fitting deity for k52's brave new world." He sipped his tea. "Now, I believe, to finish this off, we will have to call upon the local protection." He looked this way and that, but the dusty clifftop remained unpeopled.
Richards walked over to the edge of the canyon. He was forced to hold his hat on against the updraft coming from the rift floor. Not far from the feet of the cliffs the land was swirling away like a sand picture in a whirlwind, its particles sucked into the vortex of Qifang's unmaking. "I don't think we have much time," he said.
"I suppose not." Hughie tossed his teacup over the cliff and dusted his hands off.
"You should get a move on."
"I suppose so," he said, and cleared his throat and cracked his neck from side to side. His clothes evaporated, leaving the shining sculpture of his body exposed. He laced his fingers in front of his face and pushed his arms out and squatted low, knees out, in the first of a series of stretches
"Hughie," said Richards. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Psychological preparation," said Hughie brusquely, his words carried on the wave front of a grunt as he performed a number of thrusts. "Naturally, it has no physical use whatsoever."
Richards turned away puzzled and attempted to admire the view. He settled for being deeply troubled.
Hughie finished his exercise routine, stood and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Jagadith! Jagadith Veyadeep!" His voice echoed off into the depths of the Rift until it hit the vortex, where it frittered into shining particles "I call upon you! Your charge is threatened, hearken to its need! I command thee!" He clasped his hand behind his back. "That should do it. Melodramatic nonsense."
"Nerds, eh?" said Richards. "They're all hopeless romantics at heart."
Hughie nodded. "Look at k52."
"There is no need to be shouting!" said a young voice behind them. The two AIs turned and found an Indian princeling of about thirteen years of age walking down the path towards them. In his wake padded a huge-pawed lion cub, whose determined if clumsy pounces at the local insect life might have been cute were the cub not larger than the average Doberman. "I am well aware as to what is occurring here!" he said irritably. "Only, as you can see, I am powerless to prevent it." He indicated his richly clad young body.
"Not so, young man," said Hughie.
"We're the cavalry," explained Richards. "Zhang Qifang, the real – sort of – Zhang Qifang sent us here to sort all this out." He nodded enthusiastically as if that would help get his message across, then it dawned on him he was being patronising toward a mind the equal of his own. He wished he could behave with a little more gravity toward children, or those that appeared as children. He blamed his father, Armin Thor, for that.
"And Ms Valdaire?" asked the prince apprehensively.
"Safe and well," assured Hughie.
"Ah, that is good," said Jagadith with relief. "Ejecting her in such a perfunctory manner was impolite, and her safe conduct home far from a certainty." There was a commotion as the juvenile Tarquinius scared up a jack rabbit, tripped on his over-sized feet and rolled into a bush. "I was overcome by my erstwhile fellows and slain, an unpleasant experience. I am happy to know my efforts were not in vain, though they reduced me to my current diminished state."
"You can't fight Qifang?" asked Richards. "Will you be able to once you have reconstituted fully?"
"No," said Jagadith. "Were I at the height of my powers this very instant it would not be feasible. He has absorbed too much of this Realm to be ejected. And where would I eject him to? That is no man there, stood like Atlas in the valley. He never was. A clever trick. It is a bridge being built there. A monument to the professor, but a bridge nonetheless."
"That," said Hughie slowly, "leaves us with only one, unfortunate, course of action." He pursed his lips.
"Yes," said Jagadith and sat down on the ground. Tarquinius padded over to him and rolled onto his back. The youthful avatar tickled the lion's belly. Tarquinius let out a deep, metallic purring. "Dissolution of this Realm, the false Qifang with it. I can grant you the codes that will allow you full access to the heart and soul of the Reality Thirty-six, EuPol Five, they are in my gift to give." A tear rolled down his face, and dropped onto the lion. "This will mean the end of us, Tarquinius and I. Death is a fitting end for both of us, for we have failed in our one appointed task, to safeguard the majesty of this creation. For that I am deeply sorry." He ran his fingers through sandy soil. "We are at least together as we always have been. That is a small mercy to us."
Richards looked from vortex to giant to Five to boy to lion. "Hughie, is there…?" he ventured.
"There is no other way," said Hughie firmly.
"There was a door behind Qifang, an entryway to the dead spaces of the other dissolved Realms," said Jagadith. "The presence of such a portal alerted me to the fact that all was not well with the professor, that he was a front for the doings of some other creature."
"A rogue Class Five," explained Richards.
"That explains much," said the boy. "The door will be closed by the destruction of our home. Once Qifang is removed from the central server spaces, the other Realms will be safe from intrusion here," said Jagadith, "but the false Realm beyond has to be destroyed. It would be better if it were closed down externally, from the material world. Decommission the servers that hold it, destroy the machines. These Realms, for all their beauty, are spun floss and fragile, dependent on the goodwill of gods in another world for their existence, whether they are old or new." He pushed Tarquinius away, stood and dusted his hands off on his brocade trousers. "Now it is time. The codes," he said.
"Your sacrifice will not go unremembered," said Hughie.
Jagadith bowed his head gratefully, then closed his eyes. Tarquinius did the same. There was a stutter in the world about them as terabytes of data passed between them and Hughie. The hardware supporting the Realm struggled to keep up. Then it was done. The avatars opened their eyes. Tarquinius nuzzled his companion, who scratched the beast's head affectionately and raised his other hand in salute. Both faded away.
"They are gone," said Richards.
"They were the codes," explained Hughie. "Handing them over in a form that enables their activation means the end of the avatars holding them."
"The ultimate failsafe – stops them employing them themselves," said Richards. "Nice."
The ground shook. Distant rumbles assailed their ears.
"Quite, now be silent," said Hughie when it had abated. "With the protective avatars gone, this Realm will unravel all the quicker. I have to concentrate. There's a proper form for this kind of thing." Hughie walked to the edge of the cliff and didn't stop, gathering lightning in his arms as he strode upon the air. The wind picked up behind him and his body grew in size, until Hughie was a match for the false Qifang.
"Wow," said Richards, his trenchcoat whipping about him, his tie batting him in the face. "You don't see that every day." He clasped his hat to his head.
Hughie brought up his hands above his head and clapped them together in final judgement of the Thirty-sixth Realm. A blast of energy rolled from them. Everything it touched disintegrated to nothing. The giant Qifang's face creased with worry, comically slowly. The energy wave consumed him shortly afterwards. The vortex went the same way, as did the canyon lands, and the ground that Richards stood upon, the dust in his eyes and the air he was pretending to breathe. The wind dropped about him. The wave rolled away behind him leaving blackness in its wake. It accelerated as it went. Soon it was over the horizon. Nothing remained.
Hughie was in front of him, his usual size once again.
"Hughie the wizard, eh?" said Richards shakily, his flippancy flopping leadenly from his mouth.
"I said there was a proper form for these things," said Hughie. "And that was it. Now there are only thirty-one Realms remaining, and that is a very great shame."