The Mammoth Book of Apocalyptic SF - Mike Ashley [210]
The Red Queen's Triathalon
In the morning, after breakfast, A.B. approached Gershon Thales, who stood apart near the trundlebug. Already the sun thundered down its oppressive cargo of photons, so necessary for the survival of the Reboot Cities, yet, conversely, just one more burden for the overstressed Greenhouse ecosphere. Feeling irritable and impatient, anxious to be back home, A.B. dispensed with pleasantries.
"I've tried vibbing your pocket lab for the results but you've got it offline, behind that pirate software you're running. Open up, now."
The keek stared at A.B. with mournful stolidity. "One minute, I need something from my pod."
Thales ducked into his tent. A.B. turned to Tigerishka. "What do you make—"
Blinding light shattered A.B.'s vision for a millisecond in a painful nova, before his MEMS contacts could react protectively by going opaque. Tigerishka vented a stifled yelp of surprise and shock, showing she had gotten the same actinic eyekick.
A.B. immediately thought of vib malfunction, some misdirected feed from a solar observatory, say. But then, as his lenses de-opaqued, he realized the stimulus had to have been external.
When he could see again, he confronted Gershon Thales holding a pain gun whose wide bell muzzle covered both of the keek's fellow Power Jocks. At the feet of the keek rested an exploded spaser grenade.
A.B. tried to vib but got nowhere.
"Yes," Thales said, "we're in a dead zone now. I fried all the optical circuits of the vib nodes with the grenade."
A large enough burst of surface plasmons could do that? Who knew? "But why?"
With his free hand, keeping the pain gun unwavering, Thales reached into a plugsuit pocket and took out his lab. "These results. They're only the divine sign we've been waiting for. Reboot civilization is on the way out now. I couldn't let anyone in the PAC find out. The longer they stay in the dark, the more irreversible the changes will be."
"You're claiming this creeping crud is that dangerous?"
"Did you ever hear of ADRECS?"
A.B. instinctively tried to vib for the info and hit the blank frustrating walls of the newly created dead zone.
Trapped in the twentieth century! Recreationist passions only went so far. Where was the panopticon when you needed it?
"Aerially Delivered Re-forestation and Erosion Control System," continued Thales. "A package of geoengineering schemes meant to stabilize the spread of deserts. Abandoned decades ago. But apparently, one scheme's come alive again on its own. Mutant instruction drift is my best guess. Or Darwin's invisible hand."
"What's come alive then?"
"Nanosand. Meant to catalyze the formation of macroscale walls that would block the flow of normal sands."
"And that's the stuff afflicting the solarcells?"
"Absolutely. Has an affinity for bonding with the surface of the cells and can't be removed with destroying them. Self-replicating. Best estimates are that the nanosand will take out thirty per cent of production in just a month, if left unchecked. Might start to affect the turbines too."
Tigerishka asked, in an intellectually curious tone of voice that A.B. found disconcerting, "But what good does going offline do? When PAC can't vib us, they'll just send another crew."
"I'll wait here and put them out of commission too. I only have to hang in for a month."
"What about food?" said Tigerishka. "We don't have enough provisions for a month, even for one person."
"I'll raid the fish farms on the coast. Desalinate my drinking water. It's just a short round trip by bug."
A.B. could hardly contain his disgust. "You're fucking crazy, Thales. Dropping the power supply by thirty per cent won't kill the cities."
"Oh, but we keeks think it will. You see, Reboot civilization is a wobbly three-legged stool, hammered together in a mad rush. We're not in the Red Queen's Race, but the Red Queen's Triathalon. Power, food and social networks. Take out any one leg, and it all goes down. And we're sawing at the other two legs as well. Look at that guy who vandalized your apartment. Behavior like that is on the rise.