06 The Mandarin Cypher by The Mandarin Cypher (epub)

Author:The Mandarin Cypher (epub)
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten : MIME

The Boeing drifted lower, its port light flicking on and off as it vanished behind the buildings and reappeared again, its attitude slightly nose-up as it settled along its flight path. Most of the people milling across the road were Chinese, coming up from one of the ferry piers, but there were also a couple of American sailors and a group of Japanese tourists and an airline steward, Royal Dutch. The lights were still red.

Not many things in this scene were registering on a conscious level because they weren’t significant, except for the lights. When the lights changed to green I’d have to drive off. The forebrain was very active, triggered by the sensation of pressure against the temple. Before we do anything physically we go through the performance mentally, as an automatic projection of intention to find out if it’s really a good idea. If we think it is, the motor nerves are fired and the muscles ordered. There’s still time to cancel the whole thing halfway or at any other stage: the freedom of choice is infinitely variable. But it’s normally better to go right through with the intention once we’re committed, because we’ve seen it happen mentally and we’re fairly confident it’s going to work: otherwise we wouldn’t have put it into action.

There didn’t seem a lot I could do. A mass of data was streaming in from the sensory systems and it had to be computed before anything useful could be done. Movement was restricted: with the people thronging in front of the station wagon I couldn’t drive off. This was one of the countless combinations presenting themselves for review: a strike upwards with the right arm and a stab downwards with the right foot, leaving it for the sudden vacuum in the induction manifold to kick the automatic shift into low and send thrust into the final drive. Most of the combinations involved both movable components: man and machine. This one got an instant negative because I couldn’t drive through the people and because the computing element of the cortex didn’t estimate sufficient time for the right-arm action to hit the gun away before it was fired.

I assumed it was a gun but that was all it was: an assumption. Electrical impulse was pouring data into the brain and there was so much to handle that normal thought was ceding the field to imagination and instinct, and it wasn’t logical to imagine they were pressing a fountain pen to my head, or a lipstick case. The image of a face flickered for one microsecond among all the others, the memory plundering its archives as a contribution to the welfare of the organism. It was a smooth round face, always rather sulky until you knew the man, Heppinstall’s face, in my mind for this instant because we’d laid bets one day, the three of us (Stoner was the other), on whether it was possible to tell the calibre of a gun pressed to the back of the neck.

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