GRAND CENTRAL ARENA: Chapter 6

[seawasp]

And now we reach our third chapter for this week; back to DuQuesne's point of view...


 

Chapter 6.

     As usual, DuQuesne noticed, Simon lingered a bit longer than everyone else; generally he seemed to be giving people a chance to meet with him privately in case they had questions or concerns they didn't want to talk about in the general meeting. Since he didn't have any additional points to hash out with Simon, DuQuesne continued out.

     But after he'd only gone a couple of corridors down, he slowed. There'd been something on the scientist's face, a shift in expression, that bothered him. DuQuesne shrugged and returned to the conference room.

Simon Sandrisson was still there, eyes closed but not resting; his face, now that DuQuesne was looking for it, seemed definitely troubled. "You okay, Simon?"

The green eyes snapped open in startlement. "Marc? I thought everyone had left."

"I had. Came back, though, because I thought you looked like something was eating at you. From what I saw when I came in, I was right. Want to talk about it?"

Sandrisson sat up, one hand reflexively smoothing his hair back so it framed rather than fell across his face. "Is it really that obvious?"

"No," DuQuesne answered, giving the scientist a very small smile, "I doubt anyone else would have noticed anything at all. But your question tells me you do have a problem, so spit it out."

"I suppose I should. Marc, is it really worth endangering all of you just to prove my own point? Am I conducting an experiment that I shouldn't?"

"Didn't you already have this discussion with Saul Maginot and me? The Schilling potential of this jaunt seems minimal." DuQuesne used the usual shorthand to refer to the risk of true lethal disaster, derived from the runaway nanotech or "gray goo" incident that had consumed the laboratory and persons of Dr. Michael Schilling, the unrelated Dr. John Schilling, and their 40 associates in Lunar Lab 2 – necessitating a thermonuclear strike to eliminate the danger. "And there's some good reason to go forward with this. You convinced Saul, obviously."

The scientist sighed, then took off the ornamental glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I played to his general concerns, partly because Mio was able to glean his hot-button topics from his public speeches and interviews. But privacy, self-determination, all these things are virtually at an all-time high. I'm afraid I may have convinced him, but not myself. What is the danger and urgency here that justifies risking people?"

DuQuesne gave a derisive snort. "Sandrisson, let me tell you something. I've known Commander Maginot for… well, a damn long time, and if all you did was try to play up to his fears, he'd have laughed you out of the conference room and denied you this chance, right off the bat." He shook his head. "Look, Simon, it's hard to see all the parts of this picture. Some of it goes all the way back to Harriman Delosius and the Anonymity War, which damn near wrecked civilization but ended up giving us what we've got now – a society that's bloody close to the ideal of everyone able to do whatever they want, whenever they want, as long as they don't hurt anyone else, and without anyone starving, freezing, or otherwise suffering because they can't even get the basic necessities of life. We still have different countries, but compared to what they used to be, they're practically volunteer clubs.

"But you know there's always that nagging set of voices out there worried that someone is doing something bad with that freedom – and of course the problem is, sometimes they're right."

Simon nodded. "Hyperion."

DuQuesne grimaced. "Yeah. Hyperion. That mess forced Saul to create the Combined Space Forces and the Space Security Countil all at once. There are some things too monstrous to allow, even in the name of freedom. The problem is that it's easy to let that kind of change accumulate. People don't mind poking into other people's business… they just don't want other people poking into theirs. Governments exist to run society… and they do that best by having more and more information and control. Sure, the governments we have now don't have much of that at all any  more – when AIWish nanoreplicators can give everyone pretty much anything, there's just not all that much left to do.

"Yes, yes." Simon said tiredly, "I know that part of the argument, I made it to the Commander. Do you really think there's a clear and present danger of this society turning into one that's really so much more controlled?"

"Oh, yes indeedy." DuQuesne gave his most unsettling grin. "There've been bills debated already on the floor of the SSC which would introduce requirements to insert override codes – only for use in the most extreme circumstances, of course – allowing the SSC or its active arm, the CSF, to directly interrogate your personal net, including your AISage, without consent. They've been defeated so far, but the problem is that we've come way too far with our technology; if such a thing were ever enacted, it would be a very, very, very short step from that to universal monitoring and control. And that is ignoring the joker in the pack of the AISages – imagine your favorite friend and confidant being secretly programmed to monitor you. It wouldn't be hard to manage."

Simon shuddered. "Mio says you have a horrible imagination and she's going to have nightmares about that."

"Sorry." DuQuesne said sincerely. He opened up his link so he could see the little Oriental avatar glaring at him. "Really, I am sorry. That wasn't meant to imply anything about you."

She narrowed her eyes. "I certainly hope not."

"So, Marc," Simon said, "Do you really see FTL as helping this situation?"

"Indirectly, yes. Oh, it's not really going to be a solution for the Solar System itself if someone manages to trigger a totalitarian revolution, but what it would do is make it possible for there to be places NOT controlled by such a regime. The Solar System's got fifty-five billion people in it now, and it's actually starting to get a little difficult to find some area to set up shop that you're NOT going to be a little close to someone else. For, of course, varying values of 'a little close'.  And if you do set up shop far enough away that other people aren't sure what you're up to, it's already true that they start nosing around to make sure that you aren't the next Hyperion Station."

"You may be right," Simon said reluctantly. "Mio just showed me a projection of your little horror scenario and I admit, it's terrifying. Less than one year from the time of authorization to potential near-total control?"

DuQuesne nodded slowly. "That's the drawback to near-universal nanotech, controllable AI assistance, and so on. If it turns on you – or someone turns it against you – you've got almost no defense."

"What about you, DuQuesne?" Mio said suddenly. "I hope I am not offending you, but when we first met, Simon asked me to profile you along with the Commander… and I was not able to gather much of anything at all. You are a terribly private man. Is it just this issue that makes you interested in this project?"

DuQuesne chuckled. Private indeed. "Actually, I have plenty of reasons of my own. One is just simple curiosity. I want to know what's out there, and even with longevity treatments I may never know if we can't get your little gadget working."

"But currently we have every reason to expect centuries – if not longer – of life. Unmanned probes –"

"—haven't answered the questions yet, actually," he said with a sardonic grin. "Here's a little tidbit of info that I've gathered over the past few decades, but it's not generally known, though undoubtedly thousands or millions know parts of it.

"In the past 40 years, no less than twelve interstellar probes were launched, using whatever was top-of-the-line in automation and nanodesign at the time. A couple of these were basically backyard fan projects, but most of them got quite a bit of interest and energy backing at their time. By now, more than half of them should have arrived at their destinations and started survey and possibly even nanoconstruction work.

"Not a single one of them has been heard from."

There was silence for a moment as Simon and Mio contemplated that fact – and how very unlikely it was for so many advanced probe systems to fail utterly. Then DuQuesne stood. "Anyway, you feel any better?"

Simon looked at him wryly. "I am not entirely sure that 'better' is the proper term, Marc. However, I will say that I do feel less like a mad scientist risking others for the sake of his own vindication. Thank you."

"Anytime." He walked out, feeling reasonably satisfied. Throwing an AISage like Mio off track took considerable effort and timing; you had to read the personality just like any other person's, and take into account their own focus. She might – probably would – later on come to the tentative conclusion that he'd evaded discussing other reasons he was interested in the project.

But not until it was too late for that to make a difference.

Yes, Marc has his secrets, but he does seem to also be aware of the difficulties of his new companions...

Comments

[illian.livejournal.com]

Muahahahaha.

Although I am curious as to what Hyperion Station was up to that horrified everyone so much.

[von-krag.livejournal.com]

Bush was to blame & FEMA slow to respond.



Big EG...

[seawasp]

You'll find out later on. Hyperion is one of the most significant background events in the GCA universe, along with the Anonymity War.

[illian.livejournal.com]

Hurrah! The Anonymity War sounded too significant to be left as a dropped detail. I couldn't tell with Hyperion however.

[seawasp]

Well, I'm not going into the Anonymity War in detail -- I have a vague outline of it in my head, but the details of the war don't matter, just that following it people had the absolute right to anonymity and privacy when they chose, and you needed positive evidence (of pretty severe nature) that they were doing Something Dreadfully Wrong in order to override that right, if you were a government or a large organization of any type.

Hyperion, on the other hand, I've got a slowly-growing file on. I could write that story, but it's darker than my comfort zone.

[kengr]

Dark, yeah. I guess so. But they had such Good Intentions.

[muirecan.livejournal.com]

The worst part of it is that I think I'm to level headed to get caught up in the dream/nightmare that was Hyperion. But knowing myself and what they started out to do. ... I could easily see getting involved for all the wrong reasons and getting caught up in it as it turned from dream to something much worse.

[seawasp]

Even easier when you remember two critical points:

1) Simgames, which are like current MMOs finally grown up to the point that they can take on the Matrix and beat it up, in which you are playing with, around, and against artificial characters that you get to design to order anyway, and which seem pretty darn real, and

2) Hyperion took place over a period of many years, so it wasn't just a casual quick decision but almost a way of life. Many of you, like me, can remember back to the days that we were late teens, early 20s, and got caught up in something (for me it was RPGs) and every waking moment would be dedicated to it in incredibly focused ways that as an adult you look at and say "Holy JEBUS, you know what I could do NOW with that much time and a brain that works that fast? Youth is wasted on the young."

Note that the near-post-scarcity nature of the civilization and ultra-high tech allows people to not only live longer, but stay effectively adolescents/young adults much longer. This is not an unalloyed blessing.

[muirecan.livejournal.com]

Point 2 is the one that really has me thinking I could have found myself involved in Hyperion if I lived at the right time. It starts out so innocently as a thought experiment and slowly slides into hmm, how would you do X then to hey we can do X. And it is a very gentle slope.

Worse one could justify it to ones self that you had the best of intentions in mind and that X would be done in such a way that it benefited X.

Oh yes it is a very dangerous slippery slope for a certain type of geek who might have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[kengr]

Well, without spoilers, all I can say is that there was a fundamental flaw in the very *design* of Hyperion. A major ethics violation.

[seawasp]

Muirecan knows that, he read the whole thing. :)

But yes, others may be reading the comments.

[muirecan.livejournal.com]

Oh yes indeed at it's heart Hyperion suffered from a major ethics violation that never should have been permitted. What I'm pointing out is that it didn't start that way and slide slowly to the point where you found it possible. And at that point it just might be too easy to be dazzled by the vision of what could be done. And so justify to yourself that you were doing it for the greater good. ::shudder:: such a phrase loaded with such potential for evil acts done for the best of reasons.

I'm not saying that I wouldn't know instantly that it was wrong if I'd been invited to the operational stage. But joining during the initial dreaming/creation. ... That point it would be so easy to be caught up in it.

[kengr]

Too of the worst justifications ever invented are "for the greater good" and "retroactive permission" (eg "once we've cured him, he'll agree that we should have treated him, even if he objected before")

And I fear Hyperion was using *both*

[selidor]

the little Oriental avatar

um, Oriental? That kicked me right out of the paragraph...

[seawasp]

Um... why?

[selidor]

Two things. (Bear in mind that I've never read any of your work before seeing these chapter-by-chapter snippets here, so I don't have any background for this universe's story).

First, I haven't seen any of the other characters referred to as Occidental. That positions the use of Oriental in the sense of referring to 'the Orient', where the viewpoint is Euro-centric, and that opens the Anglo-cultural "exotic" inference basket associated with the term.
Second, it felt unpleasantly broad/generic, given, for example, that Dr Wolfe had a specifically Southern accent, and Dr Sandrisson was shown through a nice turn of phrase to be half-Japanese. That implies that rather small Terrestrial regions are still significant enough in this story's universe to be markers of identification for people. And Mio sounds from her earlier description as though she has a very human appearance, rather than an animated or cartoonish form.

[seawasp]

There isn't any prior background for GCA -- this is a new universe, and you learn more about it as the chapters go on. I *could* have had a big infodump at the beginning, but I try to avoid that, even though they're easy to write.

DuQuesne the character is derived (in-universe, too, though you won't actually SEE that in the book for some chapters yet) from a character in the work of E.E. "Doc" Smith's "Skylark" series. The character was invented prior to 1918 and first saw publication in 1928. So Eurocentric -- actually, Americentric -- and seeing those of the Japanese/Chinese/etc -- in other words, Oriental -- extraction as exotic? Check. His viewpoint, his perceptions.

Second, if I were being *realistic*, I'd have to spend something like ten or fifteen chapters just getting to the point that we have any understanding of these people. It's three centuries in the future, they have a culture, a technology, and overall civilization utterly unlike ours, if I was going to do this as something approaching hard-sf. So you can view the descriptions as ... parallels. Gabrielle Wolfe's "Southern" accent is likely nothing at all like what we currently hear as Southern (which is itself actually a bunch of accents), Sandrisson's Japanese may not even be using the same WORDS any more... and for that matter his name might not really be Sandrisson (DuQuesne's would, however, actually be DuQuesne). Given the way technology and the information explosion is changing things, these people are, realistically, more different from us than I am from the average person in the Renaissance, maybe even before.

So I am sorta cheating by just making them Very Much Like the current culture with a few "tweaks" to hint at just how much different they could really be -- so that I can get on with moving the plot forward.

Coming in late

[the-blue-fenix.livejournal.com]

I kept putting off reading this for one reason or another, finally got started today.

Let me say I was in a state of *facehug* from chapter one. (Although they're extraordinarily short chapters; will these be the chapter breaks in the published version?) Working my way through now as fast as small children will allow.

Re: Coming in late

[seawasp]

Hmm, I don't know that particular expression! "Facehug" I associate with the first-stage "Alien", and being in a state of Facehug THERE would mean "total panic and parasitization by lethal alien THING!, which I hope isn't what you mean. :)

Are they really that short? The average chapter in GCA is about 2,000 words. It appears that this is my natural "thought block" length; there are some exceptions, but the average is pretty consistent.

Re: Coming in late

[the-blue-fenix.livejournal.com]

'Round our way a 'facehugger' is a term for a totally absorbing book, i.e. you can no more pull your nose out of it voluntarily than you can get rid of a stage-one Alien.

Re chapters: they're one scene long. Tight, coherent, admirable scenes, but only one each.

Re: Coming in late

[seawasp]

Ah, that makes sense.

Well, yes, to me, that's a good division of viewpoint shift.