***
Arms folded, Reina gestures at the lightform floating in the air before her. It's a sparkling, glowing collection of spheres connected by thin diaphanous threads.
It reminds her of the kabbalah. Although if anyone else were to ask her, she'd say it reminds her of the node-to-node grids the Progenitors produce of the structure of the brain, which they seem to have thoroughly meshed into the Consensus these days. And they remind her of something else, too, which she is explaining to the surrounding rag-tag members of the Council of Nine Mystic Traditions.
Of course, that's the bitterest irony. She says she's surrounded by Traditionalists, but she's also surrounded by the heirs of the Virtual Adepts and the Electrodyne Engineers. Good, solid Conventions only a few months ago in her own memories, and yes, the Engineers might have been getting in a snit about the planned phase-out of the obsolete ether theory for much more elegant and mathematically simple relativity, but she was sure it was just a small period of disquiet. It seems her death pushed debate into full on rebellion. It was probably all Victoria's fault. The Chair of Unity was not very good at living up to her title. Quite divisive. Honestly, far too young to have such a senior position - and not the equal of poor Francis in the role.
And the loss of the Virtual Adepts pains her worse. She does not know the full story, but it seems so damn
stupid. What on Earth were her colleagues playing at?
"The underlying principles of this 'Digital Web' - of course, I should have recognised them earlier," Reina is saying. She taps her fingers on the table. "They're Anne Milbanke's work. Purely theoretical, of course, but she was a member of the Lighthouse Keepers in good standing and quite brilliant in her work on organised social systems."
"I'm not familiar with the name," one of the Virtual Adepts says, tilting his head.
"She lived her life in her husband's shadow, and later her daughter's - and she never considered this theorising much use," Reina says. "She preferred her work on prison reform and the abolition of slavery - and yet everyone remembers her for her marriage to that rascal Byron! Shameful."
"Ada Lovelace's mother?" the Adept asks, tattoos lighting up with interest.
"Ada had her father's temperament, but her mother's mind - and it was her mother who made sure she was taught to make use of it," she says primly. "But never mind that. In its raw form, the Milbanke model allows us to effectively treat this system as an abstract hierarchical node-based model. She developed it originally for modelling human populations. If we realise this abstract model through Arthur Collier's work, we may be able to expose the substrate and thus bypass the technological systems here which are reliant on the works of men of science and are compromised by the being which lurks outside."
"Collier, eh?" a man with a halo and glowing white wings says. "I've studied some of his work from a theological perspective. It has some very interesting commonality with common Akashic thought. Have you read the unexpurgated 'Clavis Universalis, or A New Inquiry after Truth, being a Demonstration of the NonExistence or Impossibility of an External World'?"
Reina narrows her eyes. "How did copies of that survive?" she asks, then shakes her head. "Never mind that. Yes, I have. What I suggest is that we make use of the core conceptual mathematical framework of this Digital Web as a carrier for the signal, in much the same way that the crudities of ether-space science can use the etheric substrate as a carrier."
A Virtual Adept wearing a slinky dress covered in butterfly-wing-like patterns reaches out and sticks a hand into the lightforms. "Okay, so if we shift this hologram to this model," she says, twisting her hand and adding a layer of intersections and annotations over the top, "what are you saying exactly?"
"I'm saying," Reina says, taking a pen and sketching a pillar over the top of the kabbalahic neural network, "that the underlying core structure is an abstract mathematical space unrelated to the technological implementation. It won't be trivial to access the abstract mathematics, but the abstract rendition will have the same relationship to the Digital Web as the Digital Web has to reality."
This produces more than its fair share of immediate arguments.
***
Donald's cup of coffee is cold. He's on his own now. Janice has gone off to try to get some more sleep, despite the nightmares.
He can't sleep. He's getting philosophical. He hates doing that. He prefers to get drunk so he doesn't have to ask himself really awkward questions. And no, the harmonicas are not helping.
Fucking damn it, Janice. Most people just saw her as a lefty Verbena techno-witch who spent her life working on all kinds of social causes. They don't ask what kind of woman puts that much effort into such things. Why she doesn't seem to sleep when she throws herself into her latest cause, whether it's vegetarianism, female rights in Sub-Saharan Africa, BDS, or venturing into other dimensions to document and map them so other people know what to watch out for.
He always seems to find himself around obsessive, cause-driven people. It's something about being an enlightened scientist or mage or whatever. If you've got Genius, you're never happy with the world as it is. You're always driven for something more. If she changed sides, she'd probably turn up in the Watchers or the Ivory Tower and have great sweeping plans for social reform.
Hell, he's the same too. He just gets so angry sometimes, when he sees hypocrisy in an organisation. When he sees people not living up to their self-proclaimed values. It's the kind of thing that leads him to change side to the Technocracy, then go and embarrass his higher ups by calling out SPD corruption, then wind up with Director Belltower and her apparently determination to personally piss off the space ghosts of Control. He gets like this worst when he can't take the edge off his mind with chemicals. His vices - his sex, drugs and rock and roll - distract him. Give him more space to be the guy he was before he went on an experimental drug trip at college with a synthesised LSD-derivative someone he knew had cooked up.
Well, it'd worked. Totally blew open the windows of his consciousness. He knows for a fact that the Progenitors and the NWO have historically used drugs for exactly that purpose. RDs need Genius too.
And Janice is right. As usual. What he used to do, as part of the Cult of Ecstasy - apart from the time he spent calling himself a Seer of Chronos to try to show up the people who just used it for fun -
was a core part of who he was. He remembers
knowing that the Technocracy brainwashed people so they stopped believing in their RD 'paradigm'.
But he switched sides. And he wasn't brainwashed. There wasn't any chair where they made him watch violent films while Beethoven played. He just… stopped doing the stuff he used to do. Mostly. Uh, there are a few black marks on his file, but in his defence that was only in do-or-die circumstances, like when Nephandic EDE-possessed bioroids kicked down the front door of his office. Maybe it's just growth as a person.
The thing is, the thing is… he used to do that kind of thing all the time. And sure, there were often some fucked up side effects from his drug experimentation, but there are fucked up side effects when the Progenitors experiment with drugs too. He just had cheaper drugs. And some of the things he used to do would be really useful right now. He knows that. And despite that he doesn't want to do them - and that worries him. Thinking about doing them makes the same feelings of guilt as he got when he did the things that got him the black marks.
But he wasn't brainwashed.
Then why doesn't he do some of those things any more?
Because he's told not to.
Why does he listen to them? Why doesn't he just drink and help him sleep and shut down these thoughts? Why does he listen to Reina like that?
… uh, duh, because she's a very scary lady who'd be scary even if she wasn't wearing Rose like a meat puppet. And Rose is a killing machine with the personality of a young kitten.
Point. He needs to find some more harmless people to hang around with. But that doesn't change his central thesis. What he used to do used be a core part of who he was. He doesn't do it anymore. He doesn't feel like he's a different person. So does that mean it wasn't as core as he thought it was, or who he is has been… adjusted? And if he's been changed, is it some subtle hyperpsych almost indistinguishable from unassisted mind-changing, or did they just get someone like Sera in and cut out all the memories he didn't need?
Like the bits they removed from Rose after the madness of London. Oh God. Donald rubs his temples. That thing is still out there. And Rose doesn't know the truth. He'll… he'll have to see if Reina can do something to tell Rose the truth. Maybe the visceral hatred for the I-50 construct she showed - and the way it fanmurdermachined about Control - can be used to work her against her brainwashing.
***
The man who looks like an angel stops Reina on the way out of the room. In a decidedly non-religious way, he has his hands in his pockets and looks distinctly awkward.
"A word to the wise," he says.
"Yes?" Reina says curtly. She doesn't like him much, and considers his 'costume' hubristic - and insofar as anything can be blasphemous, she thinks it's blasphemous.
"I'd take more care about what you say in front of your techno-buddy. You're," he rolls his eyes, "being a bit careless about how non-doctrinaire you're being. You're talking about ether, for goodness sake, and for your own safety you shouldn't do it unless you're talking about anaesthetics."
Reina simply stares at him.
"Look, you're pretty decent and you're clearly not the most orthodox 'Crat out there, so just… be careful, okay?" he says. "Like, I know enough to see that you're justifying using gnostic principles to access the Plato's Cave gnostic Realm of Ideas version of 'communication', but your superiors might not be so appreciative. Just… get your story straight before you write up your incident reports, and watch out for Sykes tattling on you."
"I will bear that in mind," Reina Lior, the Chair of Generals, Arch-Mechanist of the International Brotherhood of Mechanicians, says.
The man grins at her. "And if you show up here again, I wouldn't mind talking more about post-Reformation English radical Christian exegesis. It's always been a pet hobby of mine."
"Perhaps," Reina says, smiling at him. "My original training was as a theologian, after all, and I do like a good debate." Her hand twitches, and she rubs it. "I'm sorry," she says, "but I have more things to read up on. We will talk later."
The smile leaves her lips as soon as she's left him behind. A blind fool who dresses up as an angel and believes in a God which is only the product of man. Her contempt is personal, because she remembers being just the same. Shaking her head, she heads to the ladies bathrooms and makes sure there's no one else here.
"Stop it," she commands the air.
Her reflection stares back at her sullenly.
"Be useful or shut up," Reina tells Rose coldly. "You're embarrassing me. If you're not going to provide pertinent information if and when I request it of you, I will be obliged to isolate you further. You're weak and pathetic and so I'm not going to give you back this body when there are things which have to be done which you are
completely incapable of doing yourself."
Rose's full lips wobble. "You're… you're bullying me!" she says. "And… and… and you're going against Control and you should be fighting the enemies of the Union? I… I respected you! I looked up to you! I… I… I don't know why you're… you're being Bad! It's Bad to be Bad!"
Reina isn't impressed, and crosses her arms, tapping her foot. "Are you done being six?" she asks.
"I am six!"
"Really? Because you were quite insistent that you were not six when you were wanting to pin down Sykes and ravish him," Reina says, raising an eyebrow. "It seems I believed you had more emotional maturity than you truly do."
Rose wipes her eyes on her sleeves, and blows her nose. "You're… you're associating with RDs and talking about RD things and… and you're acting against Control and Control told me to kill Donald so I have to do it because they're Control and it's Good to do what Control says because Control is Good and… and… and… you're even lying to them!" Rose accuses. "You're lying to the RDs! So they do things you want them to!"
"Am I?" Reina says.
"You are! That's… that's not Anne Milbanke's things at all! You made that all up! And said it was the work of the mother of someone who's really famous and let them think that obviously Ada Lovelace's work must have built off it!"
"I don't see why you have a problem with me lying to 'Reality Deviants'," Reina says smugly.
Rose coughs and splutters a bit. "Because… because you're a Reality Deviant too!" she snaps. "You do bad things!"
"How can I be one if I was on the Invisible College?" Reina asks.
"Control said… said the enemies of the Union had to die and you're helping them which means you're an enemy of the Union and… and…"
Reina lets her babble on for a bit, the distress and mental stress of what she's saying and what she believes clashing within her head.
"Are you quite done?" Reina says flatly. "You're irrational, incoherent, and in no way a worthy successor to me. You're weak and you refuse to take responsibility for your own actions. You deny yourself any agency. For goodness sake, Dr Rosario is a better inheritor to the Order of Reason than you are, and she's flighty, self-indulgent, driven by her womanly urges and wastes her talents. Do you think she would terminate you if Control ordered it of her?"
Rose lets out an incoherent moan. "If Control ordered it… it'd… it'd be Good so I'd do it because it'd be Good because I'm Good and… and… and Sera is Good so she'd do it because it's Good to do what Control says and… and… and it's Good to be Good and… and…" She's weeping openly now, big fat tears running down her cheeks.
Watching dispassionately, Reina Lior shakes her head. "Pathetic," she says sadly. "No wonder you can't even do more than occasionally cause muscle spasms in my arms. You're so weak-willed - for all that your flesh is strong with this… repugnant vampiric taint - you can't even dream of seizing your body back from me. Me. A tired old warhorse who wanted to rest. I should be easy. But you're so
weak that you rely utterly on the instructions of Control and can't use any of the rationality of mankind, any of the genius and intellect and capacity for understanding which built the Order of Reason."
She leans on the counter. "You hold the faith of my youth in contempt and call it 'irrational', but you show the same blind, childish faith in Control - who were just men. Yes, I know it well. You want to be like me. How could you even be like me if you refuse to think for yourself?" She shifts, metal armour whirring. "You're wrong. I don't like Dr Rosario, but I've seen enough to know the sacrifices she's made for you. She hasn't advanced as far as she should have, even given her feckless nature. She is precisely the sort of person I would expect to disobey an order from the Invisible College if it forced her to go against her loved ones. And because I was not and am not a fool, I would not give her that nature of order."
"Sh-sh-she would! B-because Sera is Good! She… she would do it because… because… because…"
"Do you think this behaviour
impresses me? Do you think it impresses anyone? Even Control, no doubt, considers you an utterly expendable pawn. They never wanted you. They wanted me." Reina folds her arms. "So you turn on the people who want you for who you are, and blindly obey without questioning the people who consider you an undesired
accident."
Rose snaps and starts shrieking wildly, eyes glowing red. She lunges for Reina and hits the glass. Snarling, hissing, trying to bite at it with her fangs: she's lost entirely to the stress atavism.
Reina just turns her back on the mad girl and walks away. As she leaves the bathrooms, she smiles so her reflection can't see her quiet amusement. Rose is improving. She's falling to the disgusting haemophage traits faster, and is less coherent in her attempts to explain why it's the right thing to try to kill Donald. She's resorting to violence and babbling because she doesn't have answers, because Reina is breaking her down - which she has to do before she can build her up again, without the weaknesses Control built into her most basic psychology.
"We've got more in common than you're willing to admit," Thorn gloats in the back of her mind. "You hate what your precious Union has become, too. You, a tired old woman who wanted to die. Filled with shame. Filled with guilt. Didn't you see how you found yourself more at home among these young Traditionalists, these post-Technocrats? You drove me away from her, but you can't deny the truth yourself."
"Get behind me, Satan," Reina whispers. "Gabriel brought messages and wisdom to me. You are the adversary who must be overcome so that she can grow. In a kinder world, one such as you would not be her angel."
"Religious references. How rich from the woman who knows that there is no God but what we make." Thorn appears in the shine of the wall tiles, a halo tied to her head with wire. "And you've made your God. Bravo. Do you think the Catholic Church of Christ Computer will put you up in their shrines and speak of your fatherless birthing of this divinity, Mary? Will you be exalted in the hosts of Heaven? Or perhaps you're looking for punishment in Hell."
"No Heaven. No Hell. Only consequences," Reina says grimly.
[Reina - Mind 4 (Command), Prime 2 - Deprogramming rote. By being adversarial and punching Rose in her Charmer/Idealist combo ("You want to be like me? You want my approval? How could I respect someone who acts like like a Reality Deviant in their blind faith and betrays the people they love."), Reina is implementing a Mind-backed exercise in tough love with the end goal of putting Rose under such stress that she breaks with Control and forges herself a new identity that doesn't hold obedience to Control as part of her Idealist. Reina is using the once-per-day version of the extended roll, and uses the version with Prime in to protect herself from any traps hidden in Rose's psyche. Enhanced by Charisma + Command.]