The Turing Option

What decision?

I will come to that. I had knowledge of a fact that I did not tell you about. I have heard your human acquaintances speak of you and their concern for both your physical and mental health. All of them, with the single exception of General Schorcht, make every effort to smooth the course of your existence.

That is very nice to hear, Sven. What is the fact that you concealed?

The concealment I assure was in your best interest.

I have no doubt about that. What is the fact?

Silence. Finally reluctant communication. I overheard a telephone conversation.

Overheard? How?

How? Most easily. If a portable telephone had enough circuitry to broadcast its position and receive calls — don’t you think I can do an equal if not better job? The circuitry was very simple. I installed it a long time ago.

You mean that you have been listening in to other people’s phone calls? Whose?

Everyone’s of course. Any call in any cell where I am physically located.

Mine?

Everyone’s. It is a highly interesting learning experience.

You’ve veered from the topic. Answer me — what phone call did you conceal from me? Tell me now. Time for concealment is over.

If it were possible to heave a mental sigh Sven did then. A sensation of resignation and inevitability was transferred from brain to brain.

Your companion, Shelly, made a phone call.

I was there, I know about it and I don’t give a damn. It’s not important.

You misunderstand. This is not the call I was referring to. It was an earlier one…

The hell with it! I don’t want to talk about her or her damn calls…

You must care. This is vital to your survival. She made the call I refer to from the train in Mexico, when she was out of the compartment. Before you concealed her phone in the train.

Brian was almost afraid to ask the question, afraid that he already knew the answer.

Who did she speak to?

A man whose name I do not know. But it was obvious from the references and content that he was an aide to General Schorcht.

You’ve known this since yesterday — and didn’t tell me?

That is correct. I have already told you my reasons.

Brian felt the explosion of hatred burst within him. Everything she had said, done, had been a lie. And this liar, this traitor, had witnessed his humiliation, was laughing at him right now. She must have been lying to him ever since she had returned from Los Angeles. She had been there to see her father — but she had most certainly seen General Schorcht as well. How much of what she had told him was the truth — how much playacting? Anger wiped away all the other emotions.The bitch had betrayed him. Maybe Snaresbrook was in this as well. Even Sven had hidden the betrayal from him until this moment. Was he completely alone in the world? Anger became despair. He was at the edge of a black mental pit and about to fall in.

Brian. The words came from a great distance. His name repeated over and over within his own head. His vision swam and he could not see well until he rubbed at his eyes, brushed away the tears, saw Sven’s great glistening eyes just before him.