message.
MEETING WITH DEAN SUMPTER AT 10:30.
âDamn.â He called up the current time, and saw that there were only two hours until the meeting. Not long enough to finish what he was doing. He called out for the vid to connect him with the Deanâs office. God willing the man would be up, and in, and approachable.
He was. âDr. Masada. Iâve been expecting to hear from you.â
It was hard to switch gears, from the clean and straightforward language of code to the cluttered layering of human communication. âSir?â
âGuildmaster Hsing spoke to me yesterday regarding your obligations here. Iâve agreed to have Dr. Alesia cover for you this morning, and Towcester this afternoon. Weâll need you at the Standards Committee meeting tomorrow noonâno way around that oneâbut after that we can make do without you, if we have to.â He paused, and perhaps another man could have read some meaning into his expression. âI know how important your Guild work is to you.â
What on Guera had the Guildsman said to him, to make him so agreeable? If Masada were a different man, he might have been suspicious, but as it was, he was simply grateful for the reprieve. âThank you, sir.â Possibly the Guild had donated a large amount to some university fund that was near and dear to Dean Sumpterâs heart; the amount they had offered to Masada implied a large enough budget for that kind of gesture. And Sumpter could certainly be bought.
Guildmaster Hsing. He hadnât thought to ask the manâs name, he realized, or his rank. The fact that a Guildmaster had come all this way, forsaking control of an outworld station for more than an E-year to meet with him ... it meant that they were determined to hire him at any cost, under whatever conditions were necessary, and had sent a man with the authority to make binding promises. The Guild clearly didnât intend to take no for an answer.
Energized by that discoveryâand by his sudden reprieve from scholastic dutyâhe took up the headset again to see what his comparison program had uncovered.
âI tâs called a hide-and-seek,â he told the Guildmaster. âA sophisticated spy program meant to invade your outpilotâs brainware, copy certain information into its code, and then spin off âsporeâ programs to reinfest the outemet. Meanwhile it would be improving itself and its offspring as well, and creating a back door through your security programs. So that if someday a version developed which could uncover more of your secrets it would have a guaranteed way back in.â
âWhy did it attack our outpilot?â
âI believe that may have been an accident. A side effect, if you like, of the virusâ true function. This one was designed to collect data during the pilotâs transition period; it may have simply dominated his brainware at the moment when he needed full access to his circuits. I would need more time to be sure of that,â he cautioned, âbut right now itâs my best guess.â
âAll right. All right.â The Guildmaster nodded slowly as he processed that information. âFirst question: can you stop it?â
âYou mean an antibody program? Surely your own people have one in place by now.â
âWe have three, to be exact. The best odds our designers will give us regarding their success arenât reassuring. Weâre hoping you can do better.â
Part of Masadaâs reputation came from never promising anything he couldnât deliver. Thus he considered carefully before answering. âIn a machine environment, I could guarantee you success. But this is the human brain weâre talking about,â he reminded him. âEvery program that runs in the brain is altered by it, we know that. Even the virus itself will be affected by the brain it invades. Can I try to predict the overall pattern of such changes, allow for
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