Nova War (s-2) by Gary Gibson

Author:Gary Gibson [Gibson, Gary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sf_space

'Fortunately no,' the Librarian replied. 'The Emissaries are exemplary proof of why Maker caches are so potentially dangerous: they can grant enormous power without understanding. The Emissaries are an immature species who haven't had the opportunity to evolve alongside that technology – to make the necessary mistakes only in order to survive them and thereby grow wiser. They were a primitive culture when they first stumbled across a Maker cache, and they still are now. They are, in fact, exactly the kind of creature the caches were apparently intended for – volatile and ultimately self-destructive.'

'Except, the way things are going now, they'll probably wind up destroying everyone else as well as themselves.'

'Precisely.'

'Is that what will happen if I don't get to you first?'

'Almost certainly.'

'I don't want that responsibility,' Dakota moaned. 'It shouldn't just be up to me.'

'Perhaps you'd rather things hadn't gone quite so badly with Yi and her brother,' the Librarian said. 'You might have been able to quietly retire, as you'd been hoping. Isn't that so?'

Dakota felt tears trickle down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly. Get out of my head, damn you.

'Would you like to see how your life would have been instead?'

Dakota sniffed. 'You can do that?'

'There are higher and lower probabilities of outcome but, yes, I can show you the most likely turn of events. Observe.'

Dakota looked up, and saw a world melting as the fires of a dying star reached out to consume it. A fleet rushed away from the nova, slipping into superluminal space a moment before its shockwave caught up with them.

It took a moment for her to understand that she'd just witnessed the destruction of Bellhaven.

'They-'

'Were Freehold ships,' the Librarian finished for her. She'd recognized the red phoenix symbol emblazoned on the hulls of the attacking ships. 'A fast strike against the system responsible for producing the vast majority of machine-heads. Within a few weeks, another occupied system is destroyed, and the Consortium capitulates to the Freehold's demands.'

The Librarian shrugged with an affectation of world-weary cynicism. 'But, of course, things didn't actually turn out like that.'

Dakota lowered her gaze, her throat dry. 'And what would have happened to me?'

'Dead by now, I fear. At first there would have been an amnesty for machine-heads as the Consortium desperately tried to muster a military response to the Freehold. You yourself would have taken up arms, driven to fanatical anger by the destruction of your home world.'

'And the Shoal – what would they have done?'

'Against a fledgling would-be interstellar empire on their doorstep, but without the resources and reach of the Emissaries?' Another shrug. 'Wiped your entire species out of existence, of course.'

Dakota sat very still. 'I don't need to believe any of this. You could make me see anything you wanted, and you assume I'd just believe it. You're saying that if I hadn't taken that derelict out of Nova Arctis, this is what would have happened.'

'Tell me then, Miss Merrick, if Senator Arbenz, instead, had retrieved the derelict, what do you think would have happened?'

'Let me out of this chair,' she whispered.

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