Reclamation

Eric's shoulders started to ache from the weight on them. "Dorias, I have a feeling things are moving double-quick around me. I've got to get going."

"What are you thinking of doing?"

"I'm going to try to tap into the Vitae private network so I can find out what they're doing in the Realm."

"You don't pick the easy targets, do you?" A pair of lines arched in an imitation of raised eyebrows. "You know it's physically impossible for me to get inside their net, don't you? It's like you trying to walk through a brick wall."

Eric grimaced. "I know. I'm counting on being able to use my power gift to at least open a line in there. I might even be able to work the data retrieval commands. But I won't be able to interpret anything I pull out."

"Ah, and that would be my job?" said Dorias.

Eric nodded and then remembered Dorias couldn't see him. "Yes. The only real problem is I can't do my part from here. I'll have to get close to a station or terminal that's got access to a Vitae system. But I can't risk a transmission from the U-Kenai to May 16. I've got no idea who the Vitae have watching for me. I need…I need to ask you to come with me." He said it carefully. Dorias did not like data boxes. They could be picked up and carried away too easily.

Dorias's frequency lines wriggled and bunched sharply. "There's another possibility." His lines smoothed out. "I could, if you can give me time, provide you with a copy of myself."

That took Eric aback. The idea sank in and he smiled. "You'd give me your firstborn? Dorias, I'm honored."

The frequency lines bowed upward momentarily to parody a human smile. "It would not be my firstborn, although it is certainly not something I do frequently, but yes, that is the idea. I'll estimate the required storage space."

Eric mentally ran through an inventory of his ship's information systems. "I haven't got a whole lot of the dynamic storage to spare, Dorias. I run pretty close to capacity." He stopped. "Unless you could fit a new program into Cam."

"The android?" There was a split-second pause. "Yes. I could do that. In fact, it would be easier to fit a program based on my own makeup into the android's network than the normal ship systems. It's much more flexible. I am beginning work on it now." A section of waves and colors fenced itself off in the lower right-hand corner of the screen.

"Thank you." Eric watched his friend's fluctuations for a moment. "How long do you think this will take?"

"Until tomorrow morning, I'm afraid. This is a precise job."

"That'll do fine. I have some other…inquiries I want to make. I'll call back later, all right?"

"And I'll keep an ear out for anything new about…you."

"I'd appreciate that. Good-bye, Dorias."

They broke the connection and Eric sat staring at the blank screen for a long time. Why didn't I tell him? He might even know what Schippend's up to, or who he's working for. Garismit's Eyes, what're things coming to when I won't trust Dorias with what I know…

Rather than think about that, he opened his satchel and pulled out a cobalt blue box, six inches on a side, with a small display screen on the top. A hardwire jack had been set in each side. The box could have been anything at all, from a storage box to a private data recorder to a virus apiary.

Actually it was a couple of ghosts.

Eric put the box on the chair and fished a coil of cables out of his pack to lay beside it. Then he knelt in front of the comm board. He ran his fingertips around the edges until he found the catches for the circuit cover. After a moment's scrabbling, he managed to snap them open and lift the cover away.

In some ways it would be safer to do this aboard the U-Kenai, but from there it would be harder to hide the point of origin for his signal.

Eric opened a flap on his tool belt and laid a pair of small screwdrivers and a delicate knife on the floor. Then he sat cross-legged in front of the board and did nothing for a long moment but study the circuits. Some of the major blocks were labeled. Some were color coded. He noted with a certain amusement that the Unifiers were using a coding system derived from the Vitae's public standard.

He located four of the major transfer points. After that, it was only a few minutes' work with the knife and the screwdrivers to splice a quartet of cables into the existing system.

He looked back at the squirming chair in disgust and dragged a single-phase seat over from the table and sat down in it.

He retrieved the box and plugged the free ends of the cables into its sockets.