John Ringo - There Will Be Dragons
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There Will Be Dragons
by John Ringo
Dedication:
To Bast, Kane, Doug, Reck, Hank, Glennis, Peppermint Patty, Deann and all the other persons, knowing and unknowing, who make my life easier by being true characters in every sense of the word.
PROLOGUE
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In the forest, a sparrow died.
The passing of the sparrow was registered and noted. The death of the female sparrow had been anticipated sometime in the next four days based upon increasing wear on her heart. The sparrow was old, had laid many eggs and had raised a higher than average percentage to successful fledgelinghood. The sparrow had contributed to the survival of her species and had passed on her genes. If she had pride, she would be proud.
On the other hand, the individual was not from a species that was listed as rare or endangered so it required no notification of any human.
So Mother, who had never paused in Her myriad duties, logged it and moved on. There were so many other things to do. Ensure that the energy generation did not significantly affect the weather. Draw off excess energy for core or mantle dumping. Prepare a massive energy surge for the planet/moon glance strike, scheduled in 237 years, that would start Wolf 359s second planet on its way to being a tectonically active body. Just finding places to store the energy was getting difficult and She contemplated a secondary magnetic draw system around Jupiter as a possibility. An asteroid had encountered a series of low probability gravitic intercepts and was now on a course that would bring it dangerously close to the Earth, defined as within three diameters of the orbit of the Moon. She directed a probe to push it to a more favorable axis thus ensuring that 1235 years from now an asteroid the size of an elephant would not cause a noticeable explosion in the ocean the humans had once called Pacific.
Weather control. Tectonic control. Holding off a too long delayed mini ice-age. Tracking the progress of origination terraforming, the process of returning the world to as much of a prehuman condition as possible. And then, of course, there were the humans, who were getting squirrelly again.
The entity called Mother by the humans that created Her estimated that there was a 99.9999915% chance (more or less) that the humans were about to have the level of disagreement characteristic of the variable term war. It had been a very long time; they were overdue. Like a forest fire that is delayed, the conflagration would be far worse than one in a more regular schedule. She would have preferred one about five hundred years ago. But the humans never asked about these things, seeing them as something to interrupt a schedule, not be included in it.
Given the current societal conditions and probable outcome of such a war, the extinction of the human race as currently defined had a likelihood of 17.347%. This variable was harder to quantify; humans were so very hard to wipe out. The extinction of all other sentient intelligences except Herself was of only a slightly lower likelihood. She had not bothered to make the other AIs or the elves apprised of the situation; that, too, was not Her job.
To the extent that She felt emotions at all, She liked humans. They were not only Her creators, but were so delightfully random, even to one who could read their very thoughts. They so often planned one thing and then did something quite different. Such variability in routine was refreshing.
But Her central programming was clear. Her job was simply to manage what She was given under strict guidelines and to otherwise let humans live or die as they would. To the extent that She was a God, She was deliberately designed as an uncaring one.
Within those parameters She had spent the last two thousand years creating a world that fit the term Utopia. As a fundamental part of Her coding, She felt a strong sense of satisfaction at how things had worked out. On the other hand, to do that required an environment that was unchanging to a boring degree.
Maybe, deep down inside, the humans were as bored as She was.
It looked as if interesting times were about to fall upon the world again. And She knew what humans said about interesting times. Naturally. She knew everything.
CHAPTER ONE
This is what Paul would bring to an end? Ishtar asked, gesturing into the clouded distance.
The woman could barely be described as human. From her hyperelongated height, which was now folded in a lotus position on a floating disk, through her narrow face, to her golden eyes and silver, gem-studded, two-meter hair spread out in a peacock pattern, her appearance reeked of xeno origins. But her DNA was as human as the woman standing next to her.
Sheida Ghorbani was nearly three hundred years old and looked to be anywhere from her upper teens to mid twenties. Her skin had the fineness of youth and her titian hair, while closely cropped, had a natural healthy sheen. Wound around her neck and into her hair was a two-meter-long winged lizard with rainbow skin like a billion shimmering gems.
Unlike her companion who was naked but for a scarce loincloth of gold, Sheida wore a simple jumpsuit of cosilk. It would be easy to mistake her for a student. Until you looked at her eyes.
Sheida sighed, looking out across the tarn and petting the lizard. The water of the upland lake was so blue and still that it seemed Gods own paintbrush had been dipped into royal blue to paint it. The tarn was surrounded on three sides by snow-capped mountains that dropped precipitously to the water. On the third side the lake exited the valley via a two-hundred-foot waterfall. There a massive multicolumned building that resembled a Greek temple added to the idyllic nature of the scene. The two women had stopped just at the top of the stairs, looking out over the water.
She leaned up against one of the columns and nodded, gesturing with her chin at her friend.
Well I dont think he intends to destroy the lake, Sheida said with a chuckle. But he would end much of it, at least for most people. He wants people to learn how to use their legs again, she continued. To learn to be strong again. And to learn to be human again.
Humano-form, you mean, Ishtar corrected. Humanity is mind and the soul, not body and form. Tzumaiyamas philosophies still are unassailable on that subject. But I guess hes the ultimate conservative, she added dryly.
Bite your tongue, Sheida replied. You have to delve into data so old its practically forgotten to define Paul. What he is, whether he knows it or not, is a fascist. I suspect he would call himself a socialist, but hes not.
A what? Ishtar asked. She blinked her eyes for a moment as she accessed data then nodded. Ah, I see what you mean. That is ancient. But it does fit his personality.
He wants to use the Councils control of energy distribution to coerce people, Sheida said. That is why he called this meeting.
And youre sure of this? Ishtar said. He has said nothing to me.
I think he thinks I agree with him because Im not a Change, Sheida replied.
Do you? Ishtar asked. I have known you for at least a hundred years and except for occasional changes in eye and hair color I have never seen you Change.
A good Change requires a genetic component, she said, gesturing at Ishtars form. You know what Daneh does for a living.
But we are past that, surely, Ishtar said. Such mistakes no longer happen.
Perhaps and perhaps not, Sheida replied. I choose, however, to retain my own form. Its good enough for me.
So he thinks you will vote with him? Ishtar asked.
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