THALES

 

‘Villon?’ The detention room was so achingly familiar that Thales felt compelled to say the old philosopher’s name aloud.

But no aged and gentle person emerged from one of the bedrooms; no refined and thoughtful voice replied. Villon was dead, and Thales found himself back in the exact room he had shared with the great man.

Rene had been in the docking bay when the politic guards led him away. He’d seen her there, pressed back against the wall, a slim almost ethereal figure with her fingers clasped tight. He didn’t call out to her or plead for her help. He hadn’t endured the last months to return home like a boy needing protection.

In the furor of their arrival, and Mira’s transfer to Mount Clement, Fariss had eluded the guards. Even though she hadn’t really understood all the reasons for him risking detention again, she’d happily acknowledged his determination. If she’d forbidden him, he didn’t know what he would have done. His urge to obey her was so strong, and yet his desire to preserve the integrity of his world was equally so.

Fariss had supported him through her nonchalance, and he’d seen the sparkle in her eye at the promise of trouble. She relished conflict and battle.

‘Do what you must,’ she’d told him before they berthed on Scolar. ‘And I’ll do the same. Right now, that means not surrendering to your police. I’ll be there for you, watching from the sidelines.’ Her beautiful big eyes widened in thoughtful surprise. ‘And to tell you the truth, I’m not sure why, except that your skin feels good against mine, and your voice is like a song to me, and my guts tell me to protect you at all cost.’

Her unexpected declaration almost liquefied his resolve. Tears had burned his eyelids, and he’d knelt before her.

She’d cuffed him gently and pulled him to his feet. ‘Pleasure me now, before what will be.’

And they’d rolled together in their bunk with a passion that had left Thales weak again.

‘Msr Berniere?’

Thales blinked from his reverie. A guard was standing at the door of what had been Villon’s bedroom. How long had he been there while Thales was lost in thought?

The red-robed guard gave him a curious look. ‘Follow me.’

Thales walked between two Robes, along the familiar marble-grand corridors, until they ushered him into an opulent meeting room. This time, though, Thales viewed the whole Pre-Eminence building through fresh eyes, marvelling at the smooth polished flooring, intricately carved window frames and rich textured furnishings.

How luxurious these surroundings were, compared to the oddity of Rho Junction architecture, or Lasper Farr’s world of parasite-clean refuse. Now that he was home, he found the aesthetics of the building both soothing and unsettling. We have such wealth, but have lost our wisdom.

‘Thales Berniere.’

This time it was a member of the Sophos who spoke his name. A dozen of them sat along one side of a long table, as if keeping a deliberate physical distance from him.

Thales recognised most of them: Lauda and Kantos, Averro-ji and Juan Alermo. Sophos Mianos was the notable omission, but in his place sat his daughter.

‘Rene,’ whispered Thales.

His wife’s delicate complexion lacked colour, and she moved one hand repeatedly, back and forth, between her lap and her mouth. Thales remembered this agitated mannerism as clearly as if they had never been apart.

His heart contracted for an instant, but then the image of a broad face with thick lascivious lips entered his mind, and the pain eased. Fariss. Where are you?

‘Rene Mianos will represent her father on the Sophos until his return.’

Thales looked at her, sitting there among the aged male ‘esques. Rene had coveted a seat on the Pre- Eminence, and he’d worried that she’d thought his immaturity would hold her back. To see that she’d finally realised her ambition through her father’s misfortune—a misfortune precipitated by Thales—seemed more than ironic. Bitter amusement ate into his composure. Would his wife side against him?

Sophos Lauda began to speak. ‘The Sophos has reviewed both the recent farcast from the OLOSS summit on Intel station, and the recordings from the OLOSS ship which connected with the Baronessa Fedor’s biozoon companion.

‘You’ve made grave accusations and bold statements, Thales Berniere. You secreted yourself aboard an OLOSS ship in order to escape questioning for an incident in a kaffe klatsch, in the Kant quarter. During Sophos Mianos’s interrogation of the Latino noble Mira Fedor you chose to assist her escape by attacking Mianos, and accused him of murdering our greatest philosopher, Amaury Villon. An offence, I might add, that amounts to treason.

‘Having absconded on the Baronessa Fedor’s ship, and having been absent for some months, you now return to our notice, accusing Sophos Mianos of barbarity. You have also declared that members of the Pre-Eminence, and others in our world, have been infected by a virus that alters our ability to think critically. How would you defend yourself against the charge of insanity?’

Thales locked his knees to stop his legs from buckling. He was not afraid of the Sophos, but his wife’s presence made this more difficult. He would hurt her when he spoke of his encounters with her father, and then she would choose not to believe him. Whatever... friendship might have endured beyond their separation would surely be destroyed.

‘I will not even address the charge of insanity, Sophos Lauda. My mental health is not relevant, as I will repeat my story in my own words, and then offer proof of it.’

He looked along the row of faces. Age had blurred their features, as well as something else—disinterest, perhaps. It was as if they were merely going through the motions of a hearing that would never amount to anything. These people would be impossible to convince or move to action; the motivation did not lie within them. They were too comfortable. Diseased.

Amaury? Give me guidance. But Amaury Villon was gone. Mixed emotions swirled within him. He would let them see what it was to question. Remind them of the nature of passion.

‘After leaving Scolar, circumstances saw me in the company of the Baronessa Fedor. Though the decision to break away from the OLOSS ship that transported Sophos Mianos out to question her was the Baronessa’s, I would have supported her action. I regret the injury caused to my father-in-law, but he... intended to impound her ship and hold her in detention. The Baronessa was desperate and frightened.’

He told them of Mira’s story and the invasion of Araldis, but throughout his tale the faces remained unmoved, almost bored.

‘How did the Baronessa become pregnant in this untenable situation?’ asked Rene.

Thales looked directly at her for the first time. Her eyes seemed dull to him, her sharp intellect hidden behind cloudiness. ‘That is her story to tell, if she so wishes, and in truth I did not know of her pregnancy until our paths crossed again more recently.’

‘Where did you leave the Baronessa’s company?’

‘On Rho Junction. She was abducted by a Post- Species sect, and I met a tyro from Belle-Monde who offered me quick passage back to Edo.’

‘Belle-Monde?’ It was Kantos who spoke, but they all adopted a similar disdainful expression. ‘What would one of the famous Belle-Monde tyros be doing on Rho Junction?’

Thales told them about Lasper Farr and the DNA.

‘You expect us to believe that we’ve been infected with a virus that affects our desire to question, that softens our intellect.’ Kantos burst into laughter. ‘Of all the preposterous accusations! This one borders on hallucinatory.’

Thales expected the others to share this open scepticism. ‘The virus affects the orbitofrontal cortex, where decision-making occurs. Have you noticed a change in each other? A reluctance to make decisions? A tendency to maintain equilibrium? A fatigue that takes you when deep thought is required?’

The Sophos members exchanged eyebrow-raised glances.

‘There is something else you can check. Fortunately, I chose not to carry the DNA in my bloodstream, as Commander Farr wanted me to. That, coupled with the virus the Commander administered to force me to comply with his wishes, would surely have killed me. As it was, it left its legacy.’ He touched his cheek. ‘Necrosis. The Baronessa’s biozoon has helped the healing.’

‘But surely your Health Watch would have protected you?’ said Rene.

He stared at her intently. ‘It had been tampered with. Commander Farr scanned me when I returned to Edo. He told me that my most recent update had been sabotaged.’

Rene’s pale face flushed. Her hands flew to her cheeks. ‘Impossible. You used the Sophos clinic.’

‘Someone deliberately interfered with my renewal, Rene Mianos. Scan my immunity and match it to the batch I received.’

A murmur spread along the table. One to the other, they whispered and conferred.

‘Gutnee Paraburd’s premises were in the port terminal. Search his office and question him,’ Thales continued. ‘You shall soon see the veracity of my story.’

‘Who would have created such a virus, and why, Msr Berniere?’ asked Rene. She seemed to struggle to form the simple question.

‘I met the tyro Tekton of Lostol. He was able to trace the chain of business from the laboratory on Rho Junction to the original supplier.’

‘Which was who?’ demanded Lauda. Of all the Sophos, he seemed the sharpest, the most energised.

‘Her name is Miranda Seeward, a dieter of some note and also a tyro on Belle-Monde.’

The Sophos began to murmur among themselves again. Clearly many of them knew of Dieter Seeward.

Finally, Lauda stood up. ‘We shall consider your claims. Withdraw to the anteroom until you are called.’

Thales nodded and followed the Robe out. Was the Baronessa right? Were the Sophos beyond making intelligent or balanced decisions? Were they beyond hope? And how did she fare right now? Had the baby been born? Had it survived? Thales felt weighed down by concerns.

The bond between him and Mira was not romantic, as his feelings had been for Rene. Nor did it resemble the deeply passionate way Fariss moved him. It was more a genuine warmth, and a desire to see things go well for her. Friendship, he thought, one that would grow and endure, given a chance.

He sighed and turned his attention to the two Robes waiting with him. Had the virus affected all walks of Scolar life or merely the philosophers? The politic guards seemed as composed and expressionless as he was accustomed to seeing them, but were they as committed to upholding the law of the Sophos as they had always been? Or had the ennui crept in among them too?

‘You heard my story,’ said Thales. ‘What’s your opinion?’

The guards showed no indication of hearing him.

‘Have you seen a change in the people you serve and protect? Do you see that your world is different?’

This time the guards exchanged glances but didn’t reply.

‘Our Sophos is no longer reliable. Their decisionmaking has been compromised by a virus. Are you still prepared to blindly follow their edicts, knowing that?’

His statements were inflammatory, treasonous. He knew that and cared not. A sense of urgency had taken hold of him. There was little time to preserve his world.

One of the guards looked as though he might speak, but then he stopped and nodded at an instruction unheard by Thales. He walked to the inner door and opened it. ‘Enter,’ he instructed.

The Robes followed closely behind him as he returned to the Sophos meeting room and stood in front of the polished table.

‘You are fortunate, Thales Berniere, that one of our caucus has seen fit to support an investigation into your story,’ said Sophos Lauda.

Thales eyes flicked to Rene. Had it been his wife?

Her expression remained as serene and detached as that of the politic guard.

‘You will show the Robes and myself to the offices of this man you call Gutnee Paraburd. If he can be located and questioned, we will review our decision.’

Thales nodded. ‘I th-thank you, for this much at least. However, it is possible that Paraburd has moved premises. I would imagine that a man of such criminal inclinations does not stay in one place for long. You may have to extend your search.’

‘You learned much about criminals on your travels?’ asked Kantos.

Thales heard the superior, mocking tone. ‘It is logical that he would do that, Sophos Kantos. That is all,’ Thales answered firmly.

‘Let’s hope not, Msr Berniere. For your sake.’

But Thales had not finished. ‘While you pursue your investigation of my claims, I would beg you to take steps to disable the shift sphere. The Post-Species are an imminent threat to our world.’

‘You believe we should cut ourselves off from Orion,’ said Rene.

He turned to his wife, imploring her. ‘If we don’t, we’ll lose everything.’

‘But if we disable our shift sphere, we lose our influence. OLOSS cannot function without our counsel,’ said Kantos.

Fury blazed through Thales’s body, overcoming his intention of remaining calm. ‘You speak of my insanity,

Sophos Kantos. OLOSS forces will act with or without our counsel, to protect sentient life. We can offer them nothing else now. What we should have done is seen the possibility of this happening, and guarded against it. We should have been able to predict, or at least theorise that the Post-Species would return with a greater force after the Stain Wars. Instead, we have been isolationist and self-concerned. You—all of you—would do your job too late.’ His gaze roamed the line of preeminent thinkers. ‘All that is left for us now is to survive.’