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Spin State

Chris Moriarty

Spin State

Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Quote

Acknowledgments

ENTANGLEMENT

SYSTEMS WITH ONE DEGREE OF FREEDOM

HIDDEN VARIABLES

INTERFERENCE PATTERNS

UNCENSORED TOPOLOGY

COLLAPSE OF THE WAVE FUNCTION

KILLING VECTORS

SLOW TIME

Further Reading

About the Author

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For Mitchel

Then we encountered a leopard man who was rumored to be a cannibal. He must not have thought we

looked good to eat; he smiled and let himself be photographed like a veteran tourist guide. After that I

started asking everyone where we could meet real cannibals. I wanted to see them, know them.

“They exist,” my hosts told me.

“But where?”

“No one knows. But there’s nothing special about them. You can’t even tell them apart from normal

people.”

“Ah, but I have to know them, eat with them! I want to eat a person. Just a taste. Just to taste it!”

—Louis Lachenal, Vertigo Notebooks

Special thanks to Anne Lesley Groell for her brilliant editing and uncanny ear for what I meant to say; to

Charles H. Bennett, John A. Smolin, and Mavis Donkor of the Quantum Information Group at IBM’s

Watson Labs for brainstorming, technical advice, and quantum teleportation jokes; to Ann Chamberlin

and M. Shayne Bell for kindness above and beyond the call of duty; to Scott Anderson, Julia Junkala,

Jim McLaughlin, Susan Mayse, Tony Pustovrh, and Kirsten Underwood for being the best readers any

writer could ask for; to Judith Tarr for sensible advice and extravagant encouragement; to John Dorfman

for being there at the beginning . . . and of course to the fabulous Jimmy Vines, who made it all happen.

ENTANGLEMENT

Quantum mechanics is certainly imposing. But an inner voice tells me that it is not yet the real thing.

The theory says a lot, but does not really bring us any closer to the secret of the Old One. I, at any rate,

am convinced that He does not play at dice.

—Albert Einstein

God may not play at dice, but She certainly knows how to count cards.

—Hannah Sharifi

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They cold-shipped her out, flash-frozen, body still bruised from last-minute upgrades.

Later she remembered only pieces of the raid. The touch of a hand. The crack of rifle fire. A face

flashing bright as a fish’s rise in dark water. And what she did remember she couldn’t talk about, or the

psychtechs would know she’d been hacking her own memory.

But that was later. After the court-martial. After jump fade and the rehab tanks had stolen it from her.

Before that the memory was still crisp and clear and unedited. Still hers.

After all, she’d been there.

* * *

Li knew Metz was going to be big as soon as she met the liaison officer TechComm sent out to brief her

squad. Twenty minutes after Captain C. Xavier Soza, UNSC, hit planet surface he’d gone into

anaphylactic shock, and she was signing him into the on-base ER and querying her oracle for his next-of-

kin list.

Allergies went with the uniform, of course. Terraforming was just a benign form of biological warfare;

anyone who had to eat, breathe, or move in the Trusteeships got caught in the crossfire sometime. Still,

no normal posthuman was that fragile. This time TechComm had sent out a genuine unadapted Ring-

bred human. And clever young humans didn’t get cold-shipped to the Periphery, didn’t risk decoherence

and respiratory failure unless they’d been sent out to do something that counted. Something the brass

wouldn’t trust to the AIs and colonials.

Soza spent thirty hours in the tanks before he recovered enough to give them their briefing. He seemed

alert when he finally showed up, but he was still short of breath, and he had the worst case of hives Li

had ever seen.

“Major,” he said. “Sorry you had to deal with that little crisis. Not how I imagined my first meeting with

the hero of Gilead.”

Li flinched. Was she never going to enter a room without her reputation walking two steps in front of

her?

“Forget it,” she said. “Happens to the best of us.”

“Not to you.”

She searched Soza’s handsome, unmistakably human face for an insult. She found none; in fact his eyes

dropped so quickly under her stare that she suspected he’d let the words slip out without thinking how

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they sounded. She glanced at her squad, settling into chairs proportioned for humans, behind desks

designed for humans, and she felt the usual twist of relief, shame, envy. It was pure accident, after all,

that her ancestors had boarded a corporate ship and paid for their passage with blood and tissue instead

of credit. Pure accident that had subjected her geneset to anything more than the chance mutations of

radiation exposure and terraforming fallout. Pure accident that made her an outsider even among

posthumans.

“No,” she told Soza finally. “Not to me.”

* * *

Slip of the tongue or no, Soza was all smooth, cultured confidence when he stood up to give the briefing.

His uniform hung the way only real wool could, and he spoke in smooth diplomatic Spanish that even

the two newest enlisted men could follow without accessing hard memory. The very picture of a proper

UN Peacekeeper.

“The target is located below a beet-processing plant,” he told them, “hiding in its heat signature.” He

subvocalized, and a streamspace schematic of the target folded into realspace like a spiny asymmetrical

flower. “There are five underground labs, each one of them a small-run virufacture facility. The system

is deadwalled. No spinstream ports, no VR grid, not even dial-in access. The only way to break it is to

shunt the cracker in on a human operative.”

Soza nodded toward Kolodny, who straightened out of her habitual slouch and grinned wolfishly. There

was a new scar along the rake of Kolodny’s cheekbone. Fresh, but not so fresh that Li shouldn’t

remember it. She searched her active files, came up empty. Ran a parity check. Nothing. Christ, she

thought, feeling queasy, how much is missing this time?

She was going to have to get someone to put a patch on her start-up files. Someone who could keep a

secret. Before she forgot more than she could afford to forget.

“The rest of you will get the cracking team past the deadwall,” Soza was saying, “and collect biosamples

while the AI goes fishing. We’re after whatever you can get on this raid. Source code, hardware,

wetware. Especially wetware. Once the AI has the target code on cube, he wipes his tracks, and you

withdraw. Hopefully without being detected.”

“Which AI are we using?” Li asked.

But before Soza could answer, Cohen walked in.

Cohen wasn’t his real name, of course. Still, he’d been calling himself that for so long that few people

even remembered his Toffoli number. Today’s interface wasn’t one Li had seen before, but she knew it

was Cohen on shunt before he closed the door behind him. He wore a silk suit the color of fall leaves—

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real silk, not tank-grown stuff—and he moved with the smooth, spare grace of a multiplanetary network

shunting through cutting-edge wetware. And there was the ironic smile, the hint of laughter behind the

shunt’s long-lashed eyes, the faint but ever-present suggestion that whatever he was talking to you about

couldn’t possibly be as important as the countless other pies he had his fingers in.

As usual, he’d appeared at exactly the right moment, but with no apparent idea what he was doing there.

“Hallo?” he said, blinking vaguely. “Oh. Right. The briefing. Did I miss anything?”

“Not yet,” Soza answered. “Glad you could make it.” He spoke French to Cohen, and Li glanced

between the two men, wondering how they knew each other—and how well they knew each other—in

the privileged world Ring-siders called normal life.

Cohen caught her looking at him, smiled, took a half step toward the empty place next to her. She turned

away. He took a seat in the back. He leaned over and whispered something in Kolodny’s ear as he sat

down, and she smothered a laugh.

“We interfering with your social life, Cohen?” Li asked. “Like us to take the briefing elsewhere?”

“Sorry,” Kolodny muttered.

Cohen just raised an eyebrow. As he did, a thin, dark-haired schoolboy trotted into Li’s frontbrain,

dribbling a soccer ball. He pantomimed an elaborate apology, then bounced the ball off the toe of one

cleated foot, tucked it under his arm, and loped off toward a point behind her right ear. The cleats

tickled; she had to resist the urge to reach up and rub her forehead.

<Stuff it,> she told Cohen.

Metz’s Bose-Einstein relay was sulking today. A rapid-fire barrage of status messages flashed across

Li’s peripheral vision telling her that the relay station was establishing entanglement, acquiring a

spinfoam channel, spincasting, matching spinbits to e-bits, running a Sharifi transform, correcting

nontrivial spin deviations and dispatching the replicated datastream to whatever distant segments of

Cohen’s network were monitoring this briefing.

Before the first Bose-Einstein strike on Compson’s World—before the first primitive entanglement

banks and relay stations, before Hannah Sharifi and Coherence Theory—a message from Metz to Earth

would have taken almost three days in transit along a narrow and noisy noninteractive channel. Now

Bose-Einstein arrays sent entangled data shooting through the spinfoam’s short-lived quantum

mechanical wormholes quickly enough to link the whole of UN space into the vivid, evolving, emergent

universe of the spinstream.

Except today, apparently.

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<Can’t you get a better channel?> Li asked.

<I already have,> Cohen answered before she’d finished the thought. <And if you cared about me, you’d

laugh at my jokes. Or at least pretend to laugh.>

Soza had turned back to the VR display and was explaining the logistics of the raid. If things went as

planned, Cohen would shunt through Kolodny and retrieve the target code. The rest of Li’s squad had

only two jobs: get the AI in and out and collect biosamples while he cracked on-line security. It sounded

little different from the two dozen other tech raids Li had commanded, and she thought impatiently that

Soza could have briefed them more efficiently by dumping the data into the squad’s shared hard

memory. She sat through about five more minutes before interrupting him with the obvious but still-

unanswered question.

“So what are we looking for?”

“Ma’am,” Soza said. He hesitated, and Li saw a flicker of self-doubt behind his eyes. She thought back

to her first command, remembered the panic of wondering if she could give orders to seasoned combat

veterans and make them stick. She’d been different, though. She’d led Peacekeepers in combat against

Syndicate ground troops long before her first official command. Hell, she’d held a wartime field

commission for three years before her CO would recommend a quarter-bred genetic for officers’

candidate school. “Our reports—” Soza cleared his throat and continued. “Our reports indicate that the

facility is producing products on the Controlled Technology List.”

Someone—Dalloway, Li thought—snickered.

“That’s not too helpful,” Li said. “Last time I saw the CTL it ran to a few thousand pages. We go in with

that, we’re going to be confiscating wristwatches and toenail clippers.”

“We also have strong evidence the parent corporation is Syndicate-friendly.”

“That’s it?” Li asked incredulously.

“That’s it,” Soza said.

He was lying, of course. She could see it in his eyes, which met her own gaze with unblinking, unnatural

steadiness.

Her mind flashed back to her first meeting with Helen Nguyen—Christ, how many years ago had it

been? She’d been younger than Soza then, but she’d already survived Gilead. And she’d known,

standing in the discreet office of the woman whispered to be the UN’s most ruthless and successful

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spymaster, that Nguyen’s support could help her survive peacetime.

Bad liars always think they can make a lie stick with eye contact, Nguyen had murmured, an unnerving

smile playing across her lips. But they’re wrong, of course. There’s no trick to lying well except practice.

So go practice. That is, if you want to work for me.

Li stood up and flicked a thumb toward the door. “Can we speak privately, Captain?”

Squad members caught their breath, muttered, shifted on their benches. Fine, Li thought; it wouldn’t hurt

morale if they knew she was willing to go to bat for them. But that didn’t mean she was going to dress

down a TechComm liaison officer in front of them.

She followed Soza toward the door. In the back of the room, Cohen stood, stretched casually, and

slipped out after them without even asking if he was wanted.

“Come on,” Li said as soon as the three of them were out in the empty corridor. “Let’s hear the real

story.”

“That is the real story,” Soza said, still standing by his lie and putting his faith in eye contact. “That’s

what Intel gave us.”

“No, it’s not. Even Intel isn’t that stupid. This your first trip to the Periphery, Soza?”

He didn’t answer.

“Right. Well, let me tell you what they didn’t tell you in your official briefing. Half the population of

this planet are registered genetic constructs. The other half don’t know what the hell they are and

couldn’t qualify for a clean passport even if they had the money to pay for a genetic assay. The only

human in-system besides you is the governor. His air’s shipped in, his food and water’s shipped in, his

official car has a full-blown life-support system, and he might as well be on Earth itself for all he has to

do with anything. I could put you in a cab and drive you to places where people have never seen a

human, where they’d look at you like you’d look at a mastodon. The Syndicates, on the other hand, are

practically neighbors. We’re eight months sublight from KnowlesSyndicate, fifteen from

MotaiSyndicate. You can catch a ride to Syndicate space on half the freighters in-system as long as

you’re willing to pay cash, keep your mouth shut, and forget you ever met your fellow passengers.”

Soza started to speak, but Li put up a hand impatiently. “I’m not being disloyal. Just realistic. We put

riot troops on-surface here during the incursions. That’s not the kind of thing people get over, whichever

side of the gun they’re on. And the Secretariat knows it. That’s why they tread so lightly in the

Trusteeships these days. And why they wouldn’t in a million years call down a tech raid just because

some local company is a little too friendly with the Syndicates. No. There’s a reason for this raid. And

the right thing for you to do is play straight with me about it.”

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“I can’t,” Soza said. He glanced at Cohen for support, but the AI just shrugged.

Li waited.

Soza laughed awkwardly. “General Nguyen warned me about your, uh, persuasiveness, Major. Look, I

really admire you. You should have made colonel in your last go-round. Everyone who doesn’t have his

head stuck in a hole knows it. You’re a credit to . . . well, all colonials. But you know that kind of

politically sensitive information isn’t cleared for release to line troops.”

“It’s cleared for release to you, though.”

“Well . . . of course.”

“And you’ll be dropping with us tomorrow?” She asked the question in a carefully neutral voice. She

didn’t want to humiliate him—but she sure as hell wasn’t going to sugarcoat it.

“No,” Soza said. At least he had the grace to blush.

“So when the shooting starts, we’ll have no one on the ground who knows enough to tell us when it’s

time to cut our losses and leave. I’m not willing to send my people into action under those conditions.”

That hit Soza where he lived.

“They’re not your people, Major. They’re UN Peacekeepers. And they’re under TechComm command

for the duration of this mission.”

“TechComm doesn’t have to visit their parents when we send them home in boxes,” Li said.

She stood toe-to-toe with Soza and looked straight into his eyes so he could see the green status light

blink off behind her left pupil as she shut down her black box. “Look. Feed’s off. This is soft memory

only. It’ll wipe as soon as we jump out-system.” Well, not quite. But hopefully Soza was too young to

know all the ways you could kink Peacekeeper datafiles.

“You’re not authorized for that information,” Soza said stiffly. This time he didn’t call her Major.

<Well,> Cohen said on-line. <That wasn’t exactly a smashing success.>

Li ignored him.

“How can we do the job,” she asked Soza, “if no one who’s coming with us even knows what we’re

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looking for? That kind of nonsense may seem like a good idea back on Alba, but out here it’s deadly.”

Soza’s eyes flicked toward Cohen so briefly that Li wouldn’t have seen the look unless some part of her

was already watching for it.

“Oh,” she said. “So that’s how it is.”

She turned and stared at Cohen. Cohen cleared his throat and glanced at Soza. “I believe you have just

been let off the hook,” he told him.

Soza looked at Li hesitantly.

“Fine, go,” she said. “And get the briefing back on track. I’ll pull whatever I miss off Kolodny’s feed.”

“I’m just following orders,” Soza said apologetically.

Li shrugged, smiled. “I know it.”

Cohen closed the door behind Soza and set his back against it.

“Well?” Li said once it was obvious he wasn’t going to volunteer anything.

“Well, what?” he asked, smiling the little-boy-in-trouble smile she’d seen shunted through a dozen

different interfaces.

Today’s ’face was another of Cohen’s soft-skinned boys—or was it even a boy? Either way it was

beautiful, and just far enough over the threshold of adulthood to fill out the expensively tailored suit.

Where did Cohen find these kids? And assuming even half of them were as young as they looked, how

did he finesse the laws about implanting shunts in minors?

Well, at least it’s not Roland, she thought. That was one mistake she didn’t need to be reminded of at the

moment.

“Were you even planning to tell me?” she asked.

“I can’t,” Cohen said. “ Desolée.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?”

“Can’t. Truly.” He looked embarrassed. “I’m persona non grata at Alba ever since the Tel Aviv fiasco.”

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“Yeah,” Li said. She’d thought Cohen would never work for TechComm again after Tel Aviv. If he was

on Metz, then Nguyen must be after something so important that she had to use the best AI she could

find—even though the best meant Cohen. “What happened in Tel Aviv, by the way?”

“The usual story. Good intentions gone sour.”

“Gone rancid, from what I hear. There’s a rumor going the rounds that they tried to strip you of your

French citizenship.”

He glanced sidelong at her, an enigmatic smile curving the ’face’s lips. “Is there?”

“Fine, don’t tell me. It’s none of my business anyway. Unlike Soza’s little secret.”

“My dear, I’d tell you that, of course. I’d tell you anything and everything if only I could be sure my

confessions wouldn’t work their way back to the charming General Nguyen. But, as I’ve said once

already, I can’t. TechComm made me give them every cutout and back door in my networks before

they’d clear me for this job. Then they sicced one of their tame AIs on me. He fiddled me so good I

can’t even find the kinks.” The soft girlish mouth twitched. “Humiliating.”

“So why take the job?” Li asked. “And don’t tell me the money. I know better.”

Cohen looked away.

“Jesus wept! You’re getting paid in tech? On a shooting mission? How could you do that to Kolodny?

To all of us?”

He fished in his trouser pocket and pulled out a slim enameled cigarette case. “Smoke?” he asked.

“No,” she said angrily. But then she said yes and took one; Ring-made cigarettes were too good to pass

up, even on principle. And Cohen only smoked the best.

He reached over and lit it for her—not touching her, not leaning too far into her space, not making eye

contact. All the elaborate nots of friends who have been lovers but no longer are.

They smoked in silence. She wondered what he was thinking, but when she glanced at him he was just

staring at the floor and blowing smoke rings.

“Listen,” he said when she was about to tell him it was time to get back into the briefing room. “We

need it. I wouldn’t do this to you, to Kolodny, if we didn’t.”

“We need it? We who?”

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