Part 67 (2/2)
Yanni stared at him a long time. Yanni could rip him apart. Yanni knew him well enough. And he had given Yanni all the keys, over the years. Given him a major one now, with his reaction.
Even that didn't matter.
”Morley's sent a commendation on your work with young Benjamin,” Yanni said. ”He says-says your arguments are very convincing. He's going to committee with it.”
The Rubin baby. Not a baby now. Aged six-a thin, large-eyed and gentle boy with a lot of health problems and a profound attachment to young Ally Morley. And in some measure-his patient.
So Yanni started hitting him in the soft spots. Predictably. He was not going to come out of this office whole. He had known that when Yanni hauled him in.
He stared at the artifact in the case.
Non-human. A gentle people humans had no right to call primitive. And of course did. And threw them into protectorate.
”Son-Justin. I'm telling you it's a temporary delay. I told Grant that. Maybe six months. No more than that.”
”If I-” He was cold for a moment, cold enough at least to talk without breaking down. ”If I agreed to go into detention-if I agreed to cooperate with a deep probe-about everything that's ever gone on between myself and Jordan-would that be enough to get Grant his permit?”
Long silence. ”I'm not going to give them that offer,” Yanni said finally. ”Dammit, no.”
He s.h.i.+fted his eyes Yanni's way. ”I haven't got anything to hide. There's nothing there, nothing there, Yanni, not even a sinful thought-unless you're surprised I'd like to see Reseune Administration in h.e.l.l. But I wouldn't move to send them there. I've got everything to lose. Too many people do.” Yanni, not even a sinful thought-unless you're surprised I'd like to see Reseune Administration in h.e.l.l. But I wouldn't move to send them there. I've got everything to lose. Too many people do.”
”I've got something to lose,” Yanni said. ”I've got a young man who's not a Special only because Reseune wouldn't dare bring the bill up-wouldn't dare give you that protection.”
”That's a piece of garbage.”
”I gave you a chance. I've taken risks with you. I didn't say I thought Will's got a problem. I'm saying that testing your routines-may have to absorb Test subjects. By their very nature. Once they've run, it takes mindwipe to remove them. That doesn't mean they're not useful.”
Defense Bureau.
Test programs with mindwipe between runs- ”Justin?”
”G.o.d. G.o.d. I try to help the azi-and I've created a monstrosity for Defense. My G.o.d, Yanni-”
”Calm down. Calm down. We're not talking about the Defense Bureau.”
”It will will be. Let them get wind of it-” be. Let them get wind of it-”
”A long way from Applications. Calm down.”
It's my work. Without me-they can't. If something happened to me-they can't-not for a long while.
Oh, d.a.m.n, all the papers, all my notes- Grant. . . .
”Reseune doesn't give away its processes,” Yanni said reasonably, rationally. ”It's not in question.”
”Reseune's in bed bed with Defense. They have been, ever since Giraud got the Council seat.” with Defense. They have been, ever since Giraud got the Council seat.”
Ever since Ari died. Ever since her successors sold out-sold out everything she stood for.
G.o.d, I wish-wish she was still alive.
The kid-doesn't have a chance.
”Son, -I'm sorry, Justin. Habit. -Listen to me. I see your point. I can see it very clearly. It worries me too.”
”Are we being taped, Yanni?”
Yanni bit his Up, and touched a b.u.t.ton on his desk. ”Now we're not.”
”Where's the tape?”
”I'll take care of it.”
”Where's the d.a.m.n tape, Yanni?”
”Calm down and listen to me. I'm willing to work with you. Blank credit slip. Let me ask you something. Your psych profile says suicide isn't likely. But answer me honestly: is it something you ever think about?” down and listen to me. I'm willing to work with you. Blank credit slip. Let me ask you something. Your psych profile says suicide isn't likely. But answer me honestly: is it something you ever think about?”
”No.” His heart jumped, painfully. It was a lie. And not. He thought about it then. And lacked whatever it took. Or had no reason sufficient, yet. G.o.d, what does it take? Do I have to see the kids walking into the fire before I feel enough guilt? It's too late then. What kind of monster am I? G.o.d, what does it take? Do I have to see the kids walking into the fire before I feel enough guilt? It's too late then. What kind of monster am I?
”Let me remind you-you'd kill Grant. And your father. Or worse-they'd live with it.”
”Go to h.e.l.l, Yanni.”
”You think other researchers didn't ask those questions?”
”Carnath and Emory built Reseune! You think ethics ever bothered that pair?”
”You think ethics didn't bother Ari?”
”Sure. Like Gehenna.”
”The colony lived. Lived, when every single CIT died. Emory's work, d.a.m.ned right. The azi survived.”
”In squalor. In abominable conditions-like d.a.m.ned primitives-” primitives-”
”Through squalor. Through catastrophes that peeled away every advantage they came with. The culture on that planet is an azi culture. And they're unique. You forget the human brain, Justin. Human ingenuity. The will to live. You can send an azi soldier into fire-but he's more apt than his CIT counterpart to turn to his sergeant and ask what the gain is. And the sergeant had better have an answer that makes sense to him. You should take a look at the military, Justin. You have a real phobia about that, pardon the eetee psych. They do deal with extreme stress situations. The military sets will walk into fire. But an azi who's too willing to do that is a liability and an azi who likes killing is worse. You take a look at reality before you panic. Look at our military workers down there. They're d.a.m.ned good. d.a.m.ned polite, d.a.m.ned competent, d.a.m.ned impatient with foul-ups, d.a.m.ned easy to Super as long as they think you're qualified, and capable of relaxing when they're off, unlike some of our a.s.sembly-line over-achievers. Look at the reality before you start worrying. Look at the specific types.” squalor. Through catastrophes that peeled away every advantage they came with. The culture on that planet is an azi culture. And they're unique. You forget the human brain, Justin. Human ingenuity. The will to live. You can send an azi soldier into fire-but he's more apt than his CIT counterpart to turn to his sergeant and ask what the gain is. And the sergeant had better have an answer that makes sense to him. You should take a look at the military, Justin. You have a real phobia about that, pardon the eetee psych. They do deal with extreme stress situations. The military sets will walk into fire. But an azi who's too willing to do that is a liability and an azi who likes killing is worse. You take a look at reality before you panic. Look at our military workers down there. They're d.a.m.ned good. d.a.m.ned polite, d.a.m.ned competent, d.a.m.ned impatient with foul-ups, d.a.m.ned easy to Super as long as they think you're qualified, and capable of relaxing when they're off, unlike some of our a.s.sembly-line over-achievers. Look at the reality before you start worrying. Look at the specific types.”
”These are survivors too,” Justin said. ”The ones who outlived the War.”
”Survival rate among azi is higher than CITs, fifteen something percent. I have no personal compunction about the azi. They're fine. They like themselves fine. Your work may have real bearing on CIT psych, in behavioral disorders. A lot of applications, if it bears out. We deal with humanity. And tools. You can kill a man with a laser. You can save a life with it. It doesn't mean we shouldn't have lasers. Or edged blades. Or hammers. Or whatever. But I'm d.a.m.ned glad we have lasers, or I'd be blind in my right eye. You understand what I'm saying?”
”Old stuff, Yanni.”
”I mean, do you understand understand what I'm saying? Inside?” what I'm saying? Inside?”
”Yes.” True. His instincts grabbed after all the old arguments like he was a baby going for a blanket. About as mature. About as capable of sorting out the truth. d.a.m.n. Hand a man a timeworn excuse and he went after it to get the pain to stop. Even knowing the one who handed it to him was a psych operator.
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