Quest for the Well of Souls - Jack L. Chalker [107]
"Then why haven't you?" Renard asked. "Involuntary circuit?"
"In a way," Obie replied. "You see, they had me in 'defense' mode and that's involuntary. In that regime, which I am still in, by the way, I can not open the door. I could make Nikki and Mavra into what I needed and give them the skills, or I could create a robot analog and do it myself—but I can't get out there to do it."
Mavra's brain was racing, questions shooting through her mind with blinding speed.
"Obie?" she asked. "Why did you pick me to give those plans to?"
"I didn't. I told the same thing to everybody I felt capable of doing the job," the computer responded. "You were just the one who made it."
That wasn't the answer she wanted to hear, and it clouded her thinking for a moment. She recovered with difficulty.
"Obie—Ben Yulin's going to find this out sooner or later," Renard pointed out. "And when he does, he'll free you of the Well's hold but still be in control. What happens then?"
"As soon as contact is broken, he can reverse the field," the computer replied. "New Pompeii would be back in normal, familiar space again—and the big dish would be operational. With my knowledge of the Well, and the big dish, he'd have the power to transform an entire planet into anything he wanted."
"And how long do you think that will take?" Mavra asked.
"Not long," Obie answered apprehensively. "He has Nikki and Mavra Zinder, and he has learned from them that Gil Zinder can be contacted by radio. Dr. Zinder built me into New Pompeii because of Trelig's threats to harm Nikki Zinder. Do you think he'll do less to save his daughter and grand-daughter? You know better. In a matter of hours Yulin will know it all. He'll break contact with the Well not long after—and he's very cautious and extraordinarily tricky. I calculate that Yulin will discover that I'm talking to you over the ship's radio within that period, too, and put a halt to it."
Plans and schematics continued to flash through Mavra's head. Something, the key to it all, was there, she knew. But what? I've got too much data, she thought in frustration. Can't get a handle.
"Then time's running out on all of us," Renard breathed helplessly.
"Except for Ben Yulin," agreed Obie.
Underside
Ben Yulin was singularly unequipped to be a world conqueror. He had to order Obie to swing the dish to him, then create some tough rope in an energy-to-matter conversion before he could even tie up the two women. They presented very little threat; the Dasheen bull was extremely powerful, and they had no weapon to use on him. There had been a lot of chasing and yelling, but the result was inevitable.
Satisfied that all was well, he climbed the stairs once again and checked the control panel. For the first time, he allowed himself to relax and think about the past and the future.
True, he told himself, he'd planned everything each step of the way, knowing that he and he alone had to be the one to enter and to control the powerhouse. But he'd been like a prisoner in jail who dreams of escape: so much effort went into planning how to do it that little thought had been given to what was to happen after.
There were ghosts in this chamber all right, not the least of which was the living ghost of Nikki Zinder, whom he'd assumed many years dead. Now here she was—if not pretty, at least cute, and fairly trim.
Obie was a slippery character; you could force him to follow your orders, but if you left him a loophole he'd plunge through every time. That brought up one thought immediately.
"Obie?"
"Yes, Ben?"
"I don't want you telling anyone else by any means what I'm doing in here, or anything I might do in the future. Understand?"
"Yes, Ben."
That settled at least one big worry. Next was—
Suddenly Yulin was very dizzy and somewhat nauseous, and he grabbed onto the panel for support, steadying himself until it subsided.
For a moment he was fearful,