‘You’re brave, showing your face in the mountain,’ he told Greta.

‘I’ve never left,’ she replied. ‘I never will. I’m staying through whatever comes.’

‘ “Whatever comes”?’ Ramiro felt his anger rising. ‘You talk about it as if it’s some uncontrollable mystery, but I know you could persuade the Councillors to switch off the system, if you really wanted to. Once they’d made the plan and automated the shutdown, that would be it – there’d be nothing to fear.’ He called out to the diners, ‘This woman could set your minds at ease in an instant! Why aren’t you demanding it?’

Greta said, ‘So if we shut down the system deliberately – just close our eyes to danger – the danger will go away? That’s a child’s way of thinking.’

‘Our eyes will be closed whatever we do,’ Ramiro replied. ‘There’s nothing to lose by closing them voluntarily. After the disruption we’ll find out soon enough if there was any other cause.’ He tried again to rouse the spectators. ‘Isn’t that fair?’ he shouted. ‘Isn’t it worth trying? You should be demanding it!’

But no one was being stirred into action; they just stared down at their food. What had they told themselves in their messages? ‘Man from expedition made fool of himself in the food hall today, yelling at government adviser.’ They already knew that they wouldn’t take his proposal seriously enough to make any kind of fuss. And having told themselves as much, even if it made them feel a little weak and ashamed there was nothing they could do about it.

Ramiro collected his loaves from the counter and walked out. As his anger subsided slightly, he wondered if he’d been unfair to Greta. Not even the great fixer could sway the Councillors into acting entirely against their nature. Having chosen their own defining qualities, they wouldn’t surrender power or deny themselves information – even when it was certain that events would soon relieve them of both.

Back in the apartment, Ramiro watched Tarquinia eating but he had no appetite himself. ‘If this last one fails,’ he said, ‘don’t break your principles and send back a message.’

Tarquinia said, ‘I have a better idea: I solemnly promise that if it does fail, I’ll send a message to you to be delivered yesterday.’

The first report from the final occulter came in: it had reached the location where the cache was meant to be.

The second report showed the occulter still stable, weighed down with its expected cargo.

The third report declared that the machine had reattached to the surface.

And the fourth report demonstrated that it had retained its powers of locomotion.

They had twelve targets, twelve bombs, and twelve machines with which to deliver them.

Tarquinia said, ‘It looks as if we’re the disruption after all.’