That was then, Sagan thought. Now Dirac was back and he was certifiably around the bend. It had taken most of her will not to tear him a new asshole when he had been insubordinate on Phoenix; if she had had the stun pistol she used on him when he originally cracked, she would have shot him in the head a second time just to make the point that his transplanted attitude didn’t impress her. As it was she could barely remain civil to him on the ride back, this time by fast courier shuttle, directly to the Kite’s bay. Szilard was on board, conferring with Kite commander Major Crick. The general had ignored Sagan’s earlier hails when she was on the Kite and he was on Phoenix Station, but now that the two of them were on the same ship, she was prepared to block his path until she had her say. She marched herself up the stairwell, two steps at a time, and opened the door to the control room.
::I knew you were coming,:: Szilard said to her, as she entered the room. He was sitting in front of the control panel that operated the bay. The officer that operated the bay could do nearly all his tasks via BrainPal, of course, and usually did. The control panel was there as a backup. When it got right down to it, all the ship controls were essentially BrainPal backups.
::Of course you knew I was coming,:: Sagan said. ::You’re the commander of the Special Forces. You can locate any of us from our BrainPal signal.::
::It wasn’t that,:: Szilard said. ::I just know who you are. The possibility of you not coming to find me once I put Dirac back under your command didn’t even cross my mind.:: Szilard turned his chair slightly and stretched out his legs. ::I was so confident you were coming that I even cleared out the room so we’d have some privacy. And here we are.::
::Permission to speak freely,:: Sagan asked.
::Of course,:: Szilard said.
::You’re out of your goddamned mind, sir,:: Sagan said.
Szilard laughed out loud. ::I didn’t expect you to speak that freely, Lieutenant,:: he said.
::You’ve seen the same reports I have,:: Sagan said. ::I know you’re aware of how much Dirac is like Boutin now. Even his brain works the same. And yet you want to put him on a mission to find Boutin.::
::Yes,:: Szilard said.
“Christ!” Sagan said, out loud. Special Forces speak was fast and efficient but it wasn’t very good for exclamations. Nevertheless, Sagan backed herself up, sending a wave of frustration and irritation toward General Szilard, which he accepted wordlessly. ::I don’t want responsibility for him,:: Sagan said, finally.
::I don’t remember asking you if you wanted the responsibility,:: Szilard said.
::He’s a danger to the other soldiers in my platoon,:: Sagan said. ::And he’s a danger to the mission. You know what it means if we don’t succeed. We don’t need the additional risk.::
::I disagree,:: Szilard said.
::For God’s sake,:: Sagan said. ::Why?::
::“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,”:: Szilard said.
::What?:: Sagan said. She was suddenly reminded of a conversation with Cainen, months before, when he had said the same thing.
Szilard repeated the saying, then said, ::We have the enemy as close as he can possibly get. He’s in our ranks, and he doesn’t know he’s the enemy. Dirac thinks he’s one of us because as far as he knows he is. But now he thinks like our enemy thinks and acts like our enemy acts, and we’ll know everything he knows. That’s incredibly useful and it’s worth the risk.::
::Unless he turns,:: Sagan said.
::You’ll know it if he does,:: Szilard said. ::He’s integrated with your whole platoon. The minute he acts against your interests you’ll know about it and so will everyone else on the mission.::
::Integration isn’t mind reading,:: Sagan said. ::We’ll only know after he starts doing something. That means he could kill one of my soldiers or give away our positions or any number of other things. Even with integration he’s still a real danger.::
::You’re right about one thing, Lieutenant,: Szilard said. ::Integration isn’t mind reading. Unless you have the right firmware.::
Sagan felt a ping in her communication queue: an upgrade to her BrainPal. Before she could give assent it began to unpack. Sagan felt an uncomfortable jolt as the upgrade propagated, causing a momentary flux in her brain’s electrical patterns.
::What the hell was that?:: Sagan asked.
::That was the mind-reading upgrade,:: Szilard said. ::Usually only generals and certain very specialized military investigators get this one, but in your case, I think it’s warranted. For this mission, anyway. Once you’re back we’re going to yank it back out, and if you ever speak about it to anyone we’ll have to put you somewhere very small and distant.::
::I don’t understand how this is possible,:: Sagan said.
Szilard made a face. ::Think about it, Lieutenant,:: he said. ::Think about how we’re communicating. We’re thinking, and our BrainPal is interpreting that we are choosing to speak to someone else when we do so. Outside of intent, there is no significant difference between our public thoughts and our private ones. What would be remarkable is if we couldn’t read minds. It’s what the BrainPal is supposed to do.::
::But you don’t tell people that,:: Sagan said.
Szilard shrugged. ::No one wants to know they have no privacy, even in their own heads.::
::So you can read my private thoughts,:: Sagan said.
::You mean, like the one where you called me an officious prick?:: Szilard asked.
::There was context for that,:: Sagan said.
::There always is,:: Szilard said. ::Relax, Lieutenant. Yes, I can read your thoughts. I can read the thoughts of anyone who is in my command structure. But usually I don’t. It’s not necessary and most of the time it’s almost completely useless anyway.::