Ribofunk by Paul di Filippo

Author:Paul di Filippo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: E-Reads
Published: 1996-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

* * *

The first notice I had of trouble was the urgent patterned pinging of my flimsy one morning as I sat at my desk. I was on scheduled fifteen-minute downtime, relaxing in a quasi-meditative state at the focus of which was a little token of her work Xuly Beth had given me. In a clear cylindrical container about as big as a pneumatic-tube message capsule, a self-sustaining miniature silicrobe twister ran its homeodynamic contortions, powered only by sunlight. Its infinite random permutations served as a Taoist exemplar of mind-wiping potency.

But even the Tao could not ultimately contend against the earcon for a Class-One transmission. I resumed my mind and voiced the screen on. The face of my immediate superior appeared.

Jo Priestly looked nervous. Not an easy task for a woman who wore the ruff-bordered head and snouty-toothed face of an oversized fringed lizard. (I had seen perps faint during interrogation when she simply smiled.)

“The cat’s in town,” she said.

“The Xuma Puma?” I asked, recalling the petty posse-leader I had more than once tangled with in the old days. “What’ s to worry’

“I wish it was only the XP. No, I’m talking about the one and only cat that matters. Krazy Kat.”

Now I knew why she looked worried. “I assume there’s some java following for me to dethread. But maybe you could empeg it for me.…”

“You heard about Chicago? How the Kat nearly caused a Second Flood?”

“Sure. But I thought he screwed up. Didn’t he leave behind some cells for the first time? All the public sniffers should be programmed by now to respond as soon as he slinks by.”

“True, we’ve got his genome mapped, and that’s more than we’ve ever had before. But it’s not good enough. The Kat doesn’t have to go out in public to cause mischief. He’s got friends, allies, and sympathizers galore. And not just among the other splices either. There’re lots of pure-gens who support the CLF—or at least the nonviolent aspects of their platform. Groups such as the SPCC. The Kat could easily stay holed up and still cause us yotta-shit. And don’t forget private transportation. The sniffers would miss anyone in a car with positive pressure seals. No, we’re going to have to hit the streets if we hope to forestall whatever deviltry the Kat’s got in his hat. Bone up, plug. Then get out there and use your nose.”

“Kakkoii,” I said. “Cool as the socket who climbed into the Sack and made it with the Farside storage ring.”

The Chief was a member of the Shaker Revivalists and a doctrinaire gone-gonad. Her membranous veined ruff flushed an agitated crimson, then her face disappeared. Another earcon sounded, and down invisible lines came the petafits on the Kat.

There was so much data it overflowed the flimsy’s buffers. I released a couple of my customized speculative agents to work in background mode, setting them loose on what was known of the Kat’s MO. Then I settled down for a long raster, grateful that some of my new wetware allowed for dual-track processing.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.