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Chapters (36)
  1. Title Page
  2. Acknowledgements
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
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  32. 29
  33. Epilogue
  34. From Neal Asher
  35. Praise
  36. Copyright Page

Cormac let that go and replied, ‘Assassination, anywhere. With an android like that you have a weapon you can take through any runcible because it would not be recognized as a weapon. Such an android might, just might, get through quite sophisticated defences, even those round one of the big AIs, maybe a runcible AI or a planetary governor and, once there, take control . . . Just imagine a psycho in control of a planetary defence grid.’

‘That bad?’

‘Possibly that bad. The kind of possibility we cannot allow.’

‘It’s probably not true. Probably just propaganda.’

‘Yes, let us hope so.’

5

5

Money: People need a form of currency that is not just registered somewhere in a silicon brain. Human corporations like Cybercorp, System Metals and JMCC tried, in the early centuries of the millennium, to ban cash money, but they failed. The resultant black economies in the end produced an entirely new currency. The New Yen we know today was that currency, though it can hardly be described as ‘new’ anymore. Since its inception it has had many contenders. The greatest of these is the comparatively recent ‘New Carth Shilling’. It is the case that so long as there are things of value to be exchanged, there will be money. Without it someone, at some point, will write an IOU, and in reality that’s how it all started.

From How It Is by Gordon

The Pelter residence was large, and set in its own grounds outside the city. In Stanton’s experience it was always the wealthy ones who bemoaned Polity takeover, because it prevented them getting even wealthier at other people’s expense. The residence itself had something of the appearance of a Roman villa, but with decorations somewhat more baroque. It was surrounded by orchards of self-pruning pig-apple trees. The trees produced apples the size of human heads. They were never picked and at certain times of the year, effectively the twin summers experienced on Cheyne III, the orchards often swarmed with fruit wasps and small blade beetles. This was now one of those times, but the worrying swarms were not in the orchards. The swarms that there were, which they saw during a fly-by, were around the residence itself, and were of a distinctly uniformed variety.

‘They may have found him by now,’ Stanton observed, secretly hoping that was true.

‘They are searching the house and I have no doubt they will find a lot that is of interest, but they will not find Mr. Crane there,’ Pelter replied. ‘Anyway, they have not yet come anywhere near him. He would have heard them.’

That was it. Stanton gazed at Pelter and understood now what the aug, control unit and optic link were all about. Great: a human lunatic linked to an artificial one. Pelter had his own personal gridlink.

‘Can’t you just tell him to come out to us?’ he asked.