Part 17 (1/2)

She had deliberately fled into the middle of them, seeking anonymity; sitting with Eleanor in the hope she would blend in. Some chance. Between the two of them, she and Eleanor had six children to manage, then there were her seven hard-

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liner bodyguards. Her party had taken over an entire row of the hard chairs.

Eleanor fanned herself with the programme, glancing at her slim Rolex. 'He can't go on for much longer,' she muttered out of the corner of her mouth.

'No, they'll lynch him soon,' Julia agreed.

'Will the hardliners do it?' Matthew, her eight-year-old son, asked eagerly.

'Don't be silly,' Anita Mandel told him imperiously. 'Aunty Julia was being sarcastic. Don't you know what sarcastic is?'

'Of course-' Matthew began fiercely.

Julia and Eleanor silenced them before the argument got out of hand. Julia put her arm round her son, and gave him a hug. He resembled his father so closely, a constant raw-nerve reminder of all she was missing.

Eleanor took another look at her Rolex. 'They'll be in Monaco now.'

'I didn't want to ask Greg to do this, you know.'

'I know,' Eleanor said wearily. She put her hand on her belly and s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably in the chair.

Julia felt even more guilt crystallizing around her, it was like a prison cell she had to carry round.

The bishop sat down to a sharp burst of applause. The headmaster rose and began his introduction to the prizes. Julia gave Daniella a final check over to make sure her uniform was tidy. Daniella had won her year's history prize. Julia was secretly thankful it wasn't the economics prize; that would've been too much like Daniella bursting a gut for the subject she believed her mother wanted her to excel in. Not that she would be unhappy if Daniella showed a natural inclination towards the qualities necessary for a career in Event Horizon, she just didn't want the girl to feel constrained.

Julia leaned in towards Eleanor. 'It's foolish of me, in a way. I'm relying on Royan as a psychological crutch. Find him, and the world is going to be at rights again. Fat chance. Find him, and we find the flower's origin. Our problems will only just be beginning.'

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'There's no going back now,' Eleanor said. 'Like it or not, the human race isn't alone any more.'

'Yes, but why all this secrecy? Why not just land on the White House lawn like they do in the channel shows?'

'The eco-warriors would laser them dead for bringing a million gruesome new varieties of bugs to the planet.'

'That's something,' Julia said thoughtfully. 'Suppose we never can meet in the flesh, that the risk of bacteriological contamination is too high. All we'll ever be able to do is trade information.'

'That's one answer for you, then,' Eleanor said. 'They aren't here to trade, they're listening, tapping our datanets and taking the information. The cosmic equivalent of data pirates.'

And who better to help them than Royan, Julia thought. 'Yeah, could be. Let's hope it is something that simple.'

The marquee was full of parents and pupils, standing with drinks in their hands, talking with animated voices. The sixth formers who were leaving were busy swapping addresses, promising faithfully to stay in touch. They had that slightly apprehensive air about them. Julia could remember the feeling herself: the day her grandfather had died, his body at least, and she was the sole legal owner of Event Horizon. The future was loaded with promise, but it was still totally uncharted, dark country. Scary at that age.

Eleanor's crack about contamination kept running through her mind. Surely there must be some risk from unknown germs? Yet Royan had sent her a freshly cut flower. He couldn't have been worried.

She took a sip of mineral water from her gla.s.s, and pretended to study one of the paintings lined up along the back of the marquee, a hummingbird in flight, wings blurred as if in motion. It was part of the school art department's exhibition of work by the pupils.

Open Channel to SelfCores, What did the genetics lab report say about humans picking up a possible infection from the flower?

THE NANO PLOWER.

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Virtually zero, NN core one answered. In fact the problem is reversed. There was no equivalent to our bacteria in the flower. Appendix fifteen suggested that symbiotic bacteria, such as the terrestrial nitrogen-fixing rhizobia, have been incorporated into the parent plant's genetic code; and the natural resistance to parasites has evolved and strengthened to such a point where the parasites died off.

Wouldn't the parasites evolve in tandem? she asked.

if they had, then the laborato,y should have found some on the flower. There were none, ergo they have died off.

So we are a bacteriological threat to the aliens?

Possibly. There are three options. One, that contact with us would be extremely dangerous for them, that they will have no immunit',' to our primitive diseases. Two, their immune systems are so advanced that our germs and bacteria will be no threat at all. Three, that our respective biochemistry is so different that there can be no cross-infection. However, given that the flower's cell composition was so similar to terrestrial cells, for example the inclusion of cellulose and lignin in the cell membrane, the third option is the least likely.

So even if full contact is established, we may not be able to meet?

insufficient data, you know that, NN core two chided.

Yes. Sony, I just hate this floundering around in the dark.

We know, remember?

Two of you do, she countered, teasing.

They know, Juliet, but I care.

Thank you, Grandpa.

We have some good news for you, NN core two said.

Please, I could do with some.

Greg has discovered the name of the courier, a Charlotte Diane Fielder. She is one of Dmitri Baronski's girls.

Baronski? Julia knew the name, his operation, but he was very second-rate. Or rather, he made sure he stayed second-rate. Always targeting the idle rich and society figures. Never doing anything that would bring a kombinate security division down on him. A man who'd found his niche, feeding off parasites. This is slightly out of his league, isn't it?

Yes, if he is involved. Charlotte Fielder has been lifted from Monaco, and it was a vety professional deaL Greg suggested that the same people who took a sample of the flower are now holding Fielder.

Where Is he now? she asked.

On his way back to Monaco's ai,port. He is going to visit Baronski to see if he knows Fielder's current whereabouts.

OK, keep monitoring the situation.