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John Barnes - The Duke of Uranium

The Duke of Uranium

John Barnes

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For

Steve Leon

Neil Caesar

Ted Eisenstein

because they stayed in touch, and in memory of Elmer Rungate.

"Of course, I've been asked about him a great deal. You might say he's the only thing I've ever been asked

about. I suppose it's understandable. No one has the courage and the forthrightness to blame the parents

anymore, so now we blame the teacher, so you come and bother me again.

"All right, I confess. Yes, I was the person who was supposed to teach Jak Jinnaka about the Wager; that

was the class I taught, and he was in it. Oh, by Nakasen's furry pink bottom, yes, yes, yes, I remember

jinnaka.

"That's always the question they ask; do they think it's clever? No, he does not appear to have learned

very much; his behavior across the past century indicates that he never understood a word that Paj

Nakasen wrote, nor a single one of the ideas that has so advanced and ennobled our species. He always

acted as if the Wager were some kind of obscure joke being pulled on him by society, rather than the

fundamental approach to the universe adopted by all of humanity. Or maybe he just thought it was a good

idea for other people, but not for him; wolves probably think sheep should believe in meekness, you

know, and con men probably regard being very trusting as a virtue. But in any case, I can't teach the un-

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teachable, no teacher can, and with Jak jinnaka it was doubly unteachable—trying to explain a subject

that is so basic that most people don't require an explanation at all, to a person who had no interest in

knowing it. It would have been more rewarding trying to teach polypsychronic dipsolodies to a cageful of

monkeys.

"Frankly, I'm sick of people blaming teachers and I wish that our union had the guts to take-it up with the

Journalists' Brotherhood. Why don't you blame the cafeteria workers or something?"

—From "Fwidya at Age 300, Was Jinnaka's Teacher, Disavows All Responsibility," Reasonably

True News. vol. 1042, Story 398, page 22, open distribution at standard terms, stillpic of Fwidya at

additional charge, see catalog for over 1 million Jinnaka stillpix

Chapter 1

The Dullest Lecture in the History of the Universe

Teacher Fwidya said you couldn't not dak the idea, because it was so central to the way everyone thought

about the world, so naturally Jak Jinnaka tried not to even understand the idea. Jak was that way—tell

him he couldn't and he'd try. Uncle Sib always said it was a good thing nobody'd ever told him you can't

breathe vacuum.

Jak always responded that even if he did precess a little when people said "You can't…" he was at least

smart enough to do his challenging mostly in situations where that did not matter. And it could hardly

have mattered less than it did in this situation. Philosophy and Religion Fundamentals Review was a class

that you had to take, but you could be graded only on attendance. Theoretically it could help your

application to the Academy but not hurt you. Jak specked it was a sinecure for teachers who really

enjoyed hassling younger people with statements of the obvious.

Right now Fwidya was trying hard to get them to see that the Wager was important. Dujuv, sitting next to

Jak, objected, "Teacher, isn't this kind of like saying that space travel, or fire, or the wheel, were

important? I mean, we know that the whole solar system daks the Wager, it's about the only thing that

holds the whole human race together, and we all know that the Hive is the center of the true version of the

Wager, masen?"

"Everyone believes that they live in the true center of the Wager," Fwidya said, primly. He paced back

and forth. This far up in the Hive, 650km above the black hole, the gravity was at 0.4. Fwidya probably

didn't intend to bounce as much as he did, but he was a kobold, and the genies had never specked the

singing-on ratio between control muscles and main muscle masses for that breed, so his overpowered,

squatty leg muscles were always bouncing him too high in this classroom.

"Everyone, everyone, everyone," he repeated. Teacher Fwidya didn't have that habit of repetition because

he was a kobold; he had it because he was pedantic, even if he wasn't a bad old gwont on the personal

level. "Everyone thinks that they live at the center of the only true version of the Wager. If they thought

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elsewise, they'd move. Remember the Wager's very own Nineteenth Principle, the one that Nakasen

always stressed as essential to success in life: 'Whenever possible, agree with those in power.' Now,

nonetheless, the Wager, despite its many, many interpretations, has allowed unprecedented peace through

the simple application of the Two Hundred Thirty-four Principles. By now you surely must at least have

learned that—"

They had, so they ignored Fwidya's ten-minute summary of the last thousand years of solar system

history, and all the interpolated commentary about the Wager and about what Paj Nakasen had meant by

it originally and what it had become. Jak drew a caricature of Fwidya, and showed it to Dujuv, who

mimed dying of some horrible disease. The students nearby shifted their balance to make it clear that they

had nothing to do with them.

It was their last twenty minutes of gen school. Because the grade was all attendance they had to sit

through Fwidya's excruciatingly dull review of everything.

Fwidya talked about the Rubahy, and although everyone in the room had probably not had an hour since

the age of two without being reminded that the war with the Rubahy had shaped human civilization, or

that the aliens resembled a cross between a terrier and a feathered lizard but were in fact utterly different

internally, or that their settlement on Pluto was always a matter of dispute and that many wars had erupted

within the solar system over it… Fwidya had to tell them all of that yet again. And of course he finished

off by piously reminding them that though the Rubahy were very bad, it was bad form and ill-mannered

to call them by epithets like "terrier" or to express the hope that they might all be genocided sometime

soon, either in a war with humans or because the Galactic Court would sooner or later—probably within a

few centuries—be ruling on the continuation of both species.

Fwidya went on to describe the fragmentation of planet-surface societies, the complexity of the

aristocratic system, and the differences between the Hive and the Aerie,T)Utsaid absolutely nothing that

would surprise anyone.

Dujuv raised his hand. 'Teacher Fwidya, you just told us the position of the Hive and the Aerie. You do

that every time you mention them."

"That's right."

"You always tell us that the Aerie is at the L4 point, two months ahead of Earth in its orbit, and the hive is

at the L5 point, two months behind. Right?"

"That's correct. Is there some point to this question?"

"Well, shouldn't all that be classified information? What if the Rubahy use it to target us?"

Fwidya gaped at him. Dujuv was a panth, and among the hundreds of genied breeds of human, panths had

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never exactly had a reputation for brilliance, but this was… the kobold drew himself up with his full

dignity. "By any chance," he asked, "do you have a bet down with your friend Jak Jinnaka as to which

one of you can get me to explain the most trivial possible point?"

'"Principle 122,'" Dujuv quoted, '"Consider what use those in authority may make of the truth, and speak

accordingly.'"

"Well," Fwidya said, mollified a little, "at least you know one of the Principles, and that's more than I

would have bet. But on the off chance that the question was serious, the Rubahy have known exactly

where both giant stations are for many centuries, and could hardly help it. The construction process that

built a black hole here, at the center of the Hive, would be detectable at ranges of five thousand light-

years, easily—"

Time crawled by. Jak couldn't make himself care about anything Fwidya said. Twelve more minutes of

gen school. Then, at long last, they'd get their feets, and after a vacation, if they were lucky, the Public

Service Academy, and a successful, adventurous life, and if they weren't so lucky, then at least a job and a

chance to be a little independent. Dujuv was now miming a snake eating his head, or maybe a man who

couldn't get back out of a drainpipe—Dujuv wasn't very good at mime, but Jak still found it much more

interesting than Fwidya.

More minutes crept by. Fwidya branched off from the history of the solar system to give a history of

science since Einstein and the whole human cultural tradition since Bach. Who could Fwidya imagine

wouldn't already know this?

Fwidya began his concluding comments, "And so the key to understanding your own culture, and all the

great changes of the past few centuries, is—" The period bell rang and the whole class bolted through the

door.

"Could that have been the dullest lecture in the history of the universe?" Dujuv asked his friend as they

stood at the Pertrans station. They had already requested a Per-trans car and at any moment one should

emerge from the metal doors in front of them, glide onto the boarding track, and let them in. Meanwhile

they stood with their backs to the station, enjoying the sight of a girls' slam-ball team jogging by in the

wide corridor.

"Naw." Jak was emphatic. "He's what, a bit under two hundred years old? And he's probably given

exactly that lecture three times a year for the last hundred seventy years, masen? What are the odds that

that was even Fwidya's dullest lecture?"

"One in five hundred ten. People buy lottery tickets with worse odds."

"Good job, old tove. Ybifie-using those math skills they told us were so important, masen?"

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Dujuv held up his right hand, then looked down at his left palm, where he wore his purse, the

supercomputer in a fingerless glove that was as basic to modern life as a wallet or trousers had been. "Is

there a record for the dullest lecture in the history of the universe?"

"I only have access to records for the solar system," the purse said. "Do you want me to check those?"

"Please."

"Well," the purse said, "over sixty ways of measuring dullness have been invented, and for each way, a

different lecture wins."

"Were any of the dullest lectures by any of those measures ever given by Teacher Fwidya?"

"No," the purse said. "No speeches of his are even ranked."

"That'll be all, you can go off-line," Dujuv said, and the purse said "G'night" and did. Dujuv squeezed his

left palm, a little trick that many people did—having programmed the purse to like being hugged, they

could reinforce it silently all the time, encouraging it to become a better and better purse. He dropped his

left hand to his side. "Well, not only is Fwidya dull, he's also an amateur at it."

Jak shook his head. "So a failure all around. Speaking of that—let's think about ourselves. Do you want to

check our scores now, or wait until we're at Entrepot?"

"Let's get to Entrepot, find a good place to sit down and eat, order food, and then check. Are you scared,

Jak?"

"Toktru, yeah. Terrified."

"Me too."

"Good thing we never get too scared to eat."

The Pertrans car glided silently into position behind them, a face-to-face two-seater. The canopy popped

open and the two toves climbed in, their knees almost touching. Dujuv said, "We want to go to Entrepot,

what's the price for less than five?"

"Less than five minutes?" the car asked. This one had a warm, motherly voice.

"Toktru."

"Which end of Entrepot?"

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"Wherever there's the most food places."

"Southeast terminal, then. It will be two utils."

"Authorized," Jak said, before Dujuv could, so that the trip would be billed to him. Uncle Sib always

seemed to just throw utils in Jak's direction, so Jak might as well spend them on his less-well-off friends.

"Please speak long enough to verify that the speaker-customer was Jak Jinnaka."

"Mary had a little duck,

She kept it in her bed,

And everyone that Mary—"

"Verified." The canopy closed. The car rose, the door to the Pertans passage opened in front of them, and

they accelerated onto the line; they would be at Entrepot in less than five minutes or the trip would be

free.

"Amazing how it always stops you at that point," Dujuv said. "I mean, right at that syllable. Singing-on."

"Machines are very judgmental, is all. So it listens to as much as it can and then it stops me before I

offend its sensibilities," Jak explained 'It's the same way that we sneaked into the school that time, by

showing the camera those pictures—it was so offended it closed its eyes. As soon as we're legally

adults—which is what, now?"

"About two hours. They have to verify that we went to Fwidya's last class."

"In two hours, then, we won't be children and the machines won't be offended by our bad behavior, and

won't send complaints to our folks. I'm going to miss that. You should have seen Uncle Sib's face the time

that Myx and I got caught—uh, I mean Sesh and I got caught—"

"Never mind, we're almost there," Dujuv said. "I think I heard this story already."

Jak thought, That was toktru stupid. Dujuv had had a crush halfway to forever on Myxenna Bonxiao, and

would have gladly spent all his time gazing into her eyes and adoring her. Myxenna, for her part, was

happy to have Dujuv's attention; the trouble was that she was also happy to have the attention of most of

the heets she knew, and generally got it Dujuv was loyal and generous except when he was insane, and

Jak had just pushed the insane button.

Dujuv was a panth, and the genies had given the panths singing-on fast reflexes, intense attention, quick

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thinking, and great burst strength. He was Jak's toktru tove, and had always been, but now he was hurting.

If he lost his temper at Jak… well, an unmodified human against a panth was like a kitten against a bear.

After a minute or so of brooding, Dujuv's naturally energetic disposition won out. "Hey, so what are we

going to do tonight besides celebrate?"

"You need more to do?"

"Well, we'll have a meal and go somewhere for some fun, but it seems like we ought to do more. You

don't get your feets and escape from gen school every day. We could dance, or brawl, or maybe just go

climb something."

"Let's not climb another light shaft, though, eh?"

That particular stunt had gotten them six days' house arrest last year. The light shafts mixed and carried

the bright glow of the sunlight and the actinic blaze of the plasma around the black hole at the heart of the

Hive, distributing it to skylights, sconces, and lamps throughout the gigantic space station. They ran out

radially from the central black hole space to openings on the surface. In the shafts themselves, many

thousands of little catchers—fiber optic-filled pipes with a mirror at the end, like one end of a

periscope—jutted into the bright light, and it had occurred to Dujuv that if they got in through a service

entrance, the catchers might furnish the hand and footholds for a good long climb. Since the sperical shell

forming the Hive from the mirrored face of the black hole enclosure at the center to the outer surface

covered with silvery pipes and domes, was about 1250 km thick, they were never going to be able to

climb the whole way, but "We can sure see some interesting spaces and do some interesting technical

stuff," Dujuv had said. "We can do it up toward the surface, in low gravity, so it's more skill and less

strength. Come on, Jak, it will be fun."

Unfortunately, small bends and forces in an optical tube cause big distortions in the light coming out of it;

furthermore, the boys had forgotten that their shadows would be cast for very long distances along the

tubes. All over one big cone-shaped sector of the Hive, lights bounced and flickered, odd beams swept

out from the sides of sconces and chandeliers, and many lights simply went out. The all-powerful

Maintefice was flooded with complaints within a second or two; by the time, ten minutes later, when the

pokheets caught the two boys, they had probably become the least popular adolescents since people had

begun moving into the Hive a thousand years ago.

Jak and Dujuv sat quietly, enjoying each other's company, as light and dark flashed by the Pertrans car

windows. Some unknown architectural genius in the Hive's construction agency, many centuries before,

had thought to require viewports in the sides of the Pertrans tunnels, so that in nearly every classroom,

shop, corridor, park, gym, or office—any space but a private home—you were forever seeing the flash of

passing Pertrans cars. But since the cars moved at bullet speeds, the passengers only rarely saw anything

other than a flash of light, and people in the spaces tuned out the brief flicker of a passing Pertrans.

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Entrepot was about two hundred kilometers northeast of their gen school, and more than three hundred

kilometers deeper within the Hive, so the Pertrans would have to take most of its permitted five minutes.

After ninety seconds of near weightlessness, weight increased briefly to almost a full g. As the car slowed

to make its turn, for an instant Jak and Dujuv looked through a viewport into a big public gymnasium,

then into the amusement park under it, and finally into a warehouse below that. Then the g of weight

became diagonal, feeling as if the car were climbing a slope, and then each viewport glimpse came faster

and briefer, till it was all flashing lights again.

Just after it felt like they were on a steep downslope, the lights flashed more slowly and became glances

through windows again, and the Pertrans glided to a halt at Entrepot. Jak opened the door and stepped

into the annoying heavy; Entrepot was at .76 grav.

Dujuv planted his feet on the walkway beside Jak. As the canopy folded back he had grabbed its upper

lip, swung out and up, done a handstand grasping the top edge of the door, switched hands, and

dismounted in a somersault.

"Do you have to do that?"

"No, but I can. Decision time. Where are we going? Where's a good place to find out if we got into the

PSA?"

Jak shrugged. "We need a place where we can both celebrate, or where we can both commiserate, or

where one of us can pretend to be happy for the other one."

"Well, when I celebrate, I like to do it at a place with lots of food. When I'm depressed, I just want to eat.

And anytime I have to conceal my feelings, I get nervous, which always makes me really hungry." Dujuv

raised his left hand to his face, palm inward. His purse—the fin-gerless glove into which his computer

was built—activated, casting a faint glow on Dujuv's face. "Where would we go for a lot of food cheap?"

"The same place you go four times a week, the Old China Cafe," the purse said. "Jak will have sweet and

sour beefrat, and you'll have a triple portion of oyster fried rice and an order of fishloaf with Chinese

vegeta-bles. Authorize to pre-order? Or are you going to pretend you're having something else until you

get there?"

"Pre-order," Dujuv said, laughing.

"Done." The glow vanished from Dujuv's face and he dropped his hand to his side.

"Toktru, you ought to do something about your purse's attitude, Duj," Jak said.

Dujuv shrugged. "I like some spirit in my purse, even if it's a little snotty. It's a good way to check and see

if I'm an idiot."

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"You could just ask your friends."

"They're all idiots." Dujuv grinned. "And besides, if your purse can have an attitude, it can be your friend,

and it won't turn you in if you do something like climb a light shaft."

That poked Jak in a sore spot; his purse had gleefully informed on him as soon as the pokheets had called

it, whereas Dujuv's had done its best to hide him.

"I just don't like the idea of them being able to back-talk to people," Jak said. "Before you know it they'll

start to think that they are people."

"Well, they are smart. And they talk, and they have feelings—"

"Only so they'll have judgment!"

"Isn't that supposed to be why evolution gave humans feelings?"

"That's just my point. Humans got feelings from evolution, and we're free and wild and have our feets.

Any feelings a purse has, it got from its designer, just to make it useful, and any feets it has are just

trouble."

Dujuv stopped, his weight settling as if he might strike. "Aren't you forgetting you're talking to a designed

breed?"

Jak had, and he felt like a complete gweetz. He drew a deep breath, asking the calm of the Disciplines to

run through his mind. "Why is it," he asked, keeping his voice low and neutral, "that whenever we're both

toktru scared and nervous about something, I keep picking a fight by saying stupid things? This makes the

second time in less than twenty minutes. And you tolerate it!"

Dujuv smiled, his mouth tight and flattened, his eyes still hard. "Oh, no, I don't just tolerate it, I enjoy it. It

helps me relax. I find it soothing to think about breaking your neck."

"I bet. Why do I do that?"

"Because you're an idiot. If you'd treat your purse decently, it would tell you." Jak started to laugh, and

Dujuv's shoulders relaxed and his bare scalp smoothed like a tugged sheet. "We need to get to the Old

China Cafe. Our food is probably ready by now."

They paid the extra for a closed booth so that they would not be interrupted. The waitron delivered the

food almost as soon as they had settled in, so now there was nothing to delay getting their results, except

their nerves. They used up another five minutes arguing about who should go first, settling on sending in

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the request simultaneously. "Let's just go ahead and be childish about it," Jak said. "Set up the request on

your purse but don't send it yet… I'll set it up on mine… okay, on three. One, two, three."

The result popped up instantly and Jak stared at it. Everyone knew what it meant when the message began

"We regret to inform you…" but Jak read and reread the whole message.

He had missed admission to the PSA by sixty-five points out of ten thousand possible. Assured admission

for an unmodified-stock human had been 8529, and his score had been 8464. A few people with lower

scores than Jak's had gotten in, but those were people from urgently needed specialty breeds.

"Rat turds," Dujuv said, quietly, looking down at his hand. He looked the way Jak felt.

"You too?"

"Missed it by eleven points. 8166 for a panth to get in and I got 8155."

Jak refrained from considering that with his score, Dujuv would have gotten in; if you went in as a panth,

they expected things that were physically impossible for Jak. "I missed by sixty-five," he said.

They sighed, together, loudly. "Well," Jak added, "at least neither of us has to do any pretending."

"Yeah." Duj slammed the table with his hand, making their plates bounce alarmingly. "Weehu. I wonder

what we'll end up doing? I thought about it, of course, and I had an in-case plan, but it all seemed very

unreal till just this moment. What are you planning to do? Sign on with a general labor brigade?"

Jak shook his head. "Naw. I don't have to go that heavy. I'll try the Army. A smart heet like me could

make sergeant pretty quick, and from there if you're a good enough sergeant, you can get into one of the

officer programs and eventually it's just as if you went to the PSA in the first place. And the next time one

of the human settlements gets into something with the Rubahy, or if Triton tries to secede again, or if we

get into another argument about who owns Ceres, we can be out in the dark bouncing around in

cryojammies, shooting up the landscape. It's a busy violent world out there, and we can get into all the

violence we could ever want. You can't beat that for amusement. Better than a simulation game!"

"You can't get killed in the simulation games. Not literally, anyway. You're not really thinking of going

into the Army, are you, Jak? I mean, you just did a great job of describing why not to go in. And you have

to be a sergeant for six years to be eligible for officer school. That's like an average of… shit, Jak, that's

going to be at least two wars. As a sergeant. Which you won't make right away, anyway. Probably three

wars before you're a lieutenant."

"Oh, I agree the PSA would have been a better way to go—five years and walk out the door and into the

commission. But I'm on entropy's bad side. I didn't get in. I'd still like to be a full citizen and I'd still like

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