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<strong>Peter</strong> <strong>Watts</strong> 36 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Island</strong><br />
trying to decide if I mean what I'm saying, if all its book-learning<br />
about mother love could really be so far off-base. Maybe it's<br />
plumbing historical intrafamilial murder rates, looking for a<br />
loophole. And there may be one, for all I know. But the chimp<br />
isn't me, it's a simpler system trying to figure out a smarter one,<br />
and that gives me the edge.<br />
"You would owe me," it says at last.<br />
I almost burst out laughing. "What?"<br />
"Or I will tell Dixon that you threatened to kill him."<br />
"Go ahead."<br />
"You don't want him to know."<br />
"I don't care whether he knows or not. What, you think he'll try<br />
and kill me back? You think I'll lose his love?" I linger on the last<br />
word, stretch it out to show how ludicrous it is.<br />
"You'll lose his trust. You need to trust each other out here."<br />
"Oh, right. Trust. <strong>The</strong> very fucking foundation of this mission."<br />
<strong>The</strong> chimp says nothing.<br />
"For the sake of argument," I say after a while, "suppose I go<br />
along with it. What would I owe you, exactly?"<br />
"A favor," the chimp replies. "To be repaid in future."<br />
My son floats innocently against the stars, his life in balance.<br />
We sleep. <strong>The</strong> chimp makes grudging corrections to a myriad<br />
small trajectories. I set the alarm to wake me every couple of<br />
weeks, burn a little more of my candle in case the enemy tries to<br />
pull another fast one; but for now it seems to be behaving itself.<br />
DHF428 jumps towards us in the stop-motion increments of a life's<br />
moments, strung like beads along an infinite string. <strong>The</strong> factory<br />
floor slews to starboard in our sights: refineries, reservoirs, and<br />
nanofab plants, swarms of von Neumanns breeding and<br />
cannibalizing and recycling each other into shielding and circuitry,<br />
tugboats and spare parts. <strong>The</strong> very finest Cro Magnon technology<br />
mutates and metastasizes across the universe like armor-plated<br />
cancer.<br />
And hanging like a curtain between it and us shimmers an<br />
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