Wormhole Island - Interior.
Lower Level.
It was relatively quiet inside Ubiks head. He wasnt sure he preferred it that way. A voice in your head might be a sign of madness or, as in this case, the presence of an alien consciousness, but it was still nice to have soone to talk to, bounce ideas off, share a joke or two with.
Now it was like a silent tomb, no one knowing what to say. Thats what the air slled like. Like the absence of life. Like the morning after a party before the cleanup.
What are you making that face for? asked PT.
Im not making a face, said Ubik. This is what I look like.
The incline of the slope they were on seed to be increasing. It was very wide and smooth, like it had been designed for sothing very large to be rolled down it. The only light they had was from the occasional patches of luminescence that appeared on the engraved walls; old and sticky, like a spill that hadnt been cleaned up properly. It barely illuminated anything.
You were smiling sadly and sighing, said PT. Is sothing terrible about to happen?
Undoubtedly, said Ubik. But thats not my fault.
Ubik veered closer to the wall on the right. The grooves and engravings didnt tell him much. They seed dead and burnt out from overuse.
PT frowned and looked very much like he thought any problem they encountered would be Ubiks fault. This was the problem with helping people. They always ended up blaming you for everything that went wrong, even the stuff that had nothing to do with you, the stuff that was put into motion long before you were even born.
What about Fig? asked PT, all serious and direct.
Ubik shrugged. Why ask ? Im not his dad.
I know, said PT. Thats why I think you might care.
He has sothing the Antecessors need, said Ubik, brushing his hand against the wall as he walked. Naturally, they wont risk his life until they get it. Then theyll kill him or throw him out of an airlock. Either way, Im sure hes fine. He switched to a more haughty voice. Probably making notes about it for a series of edifying lectures to be released on the net. My life as the toy of our new galactic overlords.
Could you save him, if you wanted to? asked a voice from behind him.
Ubik turned to look at Leyla, her face expressing curiosity rather than sarcasm.
Why do you care? said Ubik. Dont you hate n?
We dont hate n, said Weyla. The two sisters were marching side by side behind him and PT. They moved surprisingly quietly, didnt seem to be in a rush to get to the action, and, so far, hadnt bothered to join the conversation. Not all n.
These two felt they owed PT so kind of life-debt. He had helped them survive their forced claiming by the wormhole, and now they were going to follow him around until they saved him back, whether he needed saving or not. Thats what you got for helping people.
Ah, yes, of course, I forgot. You were in love with one of us. And then he dumped you.
Weylas mouth twitched and her eyes sank into her face. You know nothing about him.
True, said Ubik in a whimsical tone as he tried to conjure up the image of the kind of man willing to pursue a woman of the Corps. But looking at the way your face goes from cold, hard killer to nettle-chewing pufferfish, I can see why hed have second thoughts and leave town in the middle of the night.
My face isnt puffy.
Ignore him, said Leyla. Hes trying to rile you.
There was a sound from ahead of them. A tortured scraping as though so large door was slowly being forced open.
How far is that sound coming from? said PT.
Not far, said Leyla.
How did you know he left in the middle of the night? mumbled Weyla.
Hmm? said Ubik. Oh, cheaper off-world space flights if you book pre-dawn. He wouldnt want to waste any of the money on unnecessary expenses.
What money? said Weyla, a sharpness creeping into her voice.
The money the Corps paid him to abandon you, said Ubik.
There was a mont of silence before Weyla exploded. What the hell are
Dont, said PT, turning to stop Weyla from attacking Ubik. Hes just making things up to annoy you. Its what he does to amuse himself when hes bored.
Im not making it up, said Ubik. How often do you think n co along and try to seduce the ladies of the Corps? As a challenge, as a form of revenge, out of true love? Quite the badge of honour, to have one of them as a notch on your bedpost. And if the Corps did nothing about it, all theyd have left would be the lesbians and the ones with really bad hygiene issues. Standard Corps policy buy off the lotharios. Pretty effective, from what Ive heard. Right, Leyla?
Leyla frowned but didnt respond.
Weyla looked at her. Is this true? Did they buy him off?
Leyla looked at the ground.
Judging by how guilty she looks, said Ubik. I expect she was the bagman.
Leyla continued to find the area around her feet to be fascinating.
Leyla?
Leylas fists clenched and then she blurted out: It it was for the best. If he hadnt taken the money, then that, that, that would prove his heart was true. But he did. He did take it.
Now both won were staring at the ground. They continued down the ramp in silence, only the screech of tal on tal from below to be heard.
Did you really have to do that? asked PT.
No, answered Ubik. Better out than in, though, as my Grandma always says. He looked back at the two won. Shes right, though. You find out about people when theyre tested. Not testing them and telling yourself they would pass is no help to no one. You should thank your sister.
Weyla looked up and scowled at him. He gave her a thumbs up to help keep her buoy her spirits. He understood the difficulty in dealing with the sha and anger of being let down. How could you possibly accept it as a good thing? But reliable people were very rare, and the quicker you confird who was and who wasnt, the better.
We have to be careful about what we find down here, said Ubik.
Careful how? said PT.
Have you ever been to prison? asked Ubik. Locked up with a bunch of sweaty n in an enclosed space with very poor washing facilities and an uncomfortably high level of sexual tension. Actually, life onboard your ship was probably a lot like
No, said PT. I havent been to prison.
Oh, well, I can tell you, being locked up for a long ti can do strange things to people. Like our prisoner friend. Even if youre an alien being of imnse power and ability, a few thousand years of solitary confinent and its going to do things to you, head-wise. I an, just look at the interior decorating in here. Black, grey, bit of purple. Its a very aggressive colour sche.
What point are you trying to make, Ubik? asked PT.
Im saying that even though we got sent down here to turn off a switch or whatever, chances are that theres more to it than that.
Yes, said PT. Once we do what it wants, its going to kill us all and go off to reconquer the galaxy. I dont think anyone thinks otherwise.
Sure, said Ubik. Thats a given. What Im talking about is why it wants us to turn off the switch.
So it can escape? said Leyla, rejoining the conversation.
You really think the Antecessors who locked it up would leave such an easy way out for their greatest enemy? Or that theyd send us here if that was a possibility? I dont know if you have much experience with battle strategies in the Corps, but thinking through the worst-case scenarios before you set off on a course of action
Thanks, we get it, said Weyla. Youre very smart and were all very dumb.
Wow, said Ubik. You really do get it. And so quickly.
Then why does it want us to turn off the sigil? asked PT
Ubik shrugged. How do I know? Im not psychic. Hey, do you have any psychics in the Corps? Ive heard they exist, but Ive never seen one, so, mmm, Im not convinced. What can they do, tell you what number youre thinking of?
There are three psychics in the Corps, said Weyla.
Weyla! her sister snapped at her.
What? What are they going to do to ? Throw out? Have killed? Pay to shut up?
Three? Wow. If there really were psychic powers produced by organics, Ubik would have expected the Corps to have even more influence over the galaxy then they already had. It depended on what those powers were, of course.
They keep them hidden in secret locations, said Weyla. No one knows what they do or how they do it, but they have a very high level of protection and we win every battle by making the right call. So that speaks for itself.
PT was looking at Ubik with a weary face. This is why you wanted to turn her against the Corps? Intel?
No, said Ubik. Its not even useful intel. When am I ever going to bump into their psychics? And its not like they can predict what Im going to do. Its only a useful power if no one knows you have it. Otherwise, you can just not do what you were going to. You do sothing random instead. I was born with immunity.
PT didnt look convinced. Not that he ever did.
Were in a prison, said Ubik. Worse than a prison. A dungeon. Underground, dark a place of torture to teach soone a lesson. Him. Ubik looked up. It. That thing. Hes been trapped here for a long ti. He gave up on escaping a long ti ago. You dont last long if you hang onto hope. This is his ho. Hes the master here, and were the new inmates. We have to take on a prison mindset if we want to survive.
What the hell is he talking about? said Weyla.
PT shook his head. Hes getting into character. He thinks this is a ga.
Isnt it? said Ubik. Dont we have a quest to fulfil? Teams to beat?
No, said PT. You said so yourself. Whoever turns off the sigil, we all lose. There arent any prizes or the winner
Aah, I dont know. I think youre wrong, said Ubik.
It was your idea, muttered PT.
I think the ga wont be any fun unless we try to win. Conflict, battle, head-to-head competition. Gladiators in the arena. You know the worst thing about prison? The boredom. It is so, so dull! Our host wants so entertainnt. Our job is to make sure he gets it.
PT looked up, as though he might be able to see what Ubik was looking at. So hes going to give us so false hope, so incentives to fire us up?
Right, right, exactly. And thats going to be our chance to turn the tables. Ubik could sense it. An opportunity lurking in the dark, along with the dangers and disasters. It wouldnt be any fun if there wasnt any risk for the dungeon master. The house always wins, but no one had ever got always to stick.
It was one of those words people used when they knew it didnt apply. With caveats that completely nullified their aning. Coupled with unless and except for. Because it was good sales technique. Like saying, I will always love you, but never showing you the opt-out clauses.
And in any crooked ga, there was always that small chance that the dice would inexplicably land the right way at the right ti and soone would score big. Win the battle, lose the war. That was the trick. To only fight in battles, never in the wars.
There was a glow up ahead. The slope levelled out and there was an open area, filled with people. There were many archways going off from a central area, but they were closed off.
And there were large blocks, taller and wider than a person, being pushed around making horrible noises as they were moved by teams of Seneca and VendX personnel working together.
Seems like theyve decided to combine their strengths, said PT. A little smugly, Ubik thought.
You think so? said Ubik. He took out the broken bracelet Ramon had given him and scoped out a finger of purple goo. He looked at the wall to his right, scanning up and down, and then stepped forwards and sared his finger in a straight vertical line.
There was a purple glow.
One of the archways made a loud click, and the barrier blocking the way fell, revealing a long tunnel.
Everyone working hard to shift blocks suddenly stopped. There was a mont of inaction, and then orders were barked and they all ran, pushing and shoving to get there first. In a few seconds they were all gone, but their screams and shouts could still be heard.
See? said Ubik. Let the gas begin.
Yes, said PT. But the Fourth didnt do that, you did.
I know. But he isnt the only one who wants to be entertained. Ubik wiped the wall and the opened archways slamd shut. Another archway opened. Lets try this way.
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