Then nothing?â
Liao took a black cigarette out of his pack and lit it. The wind made the end flare bright red as he took a drag.
âHeng said no word at all from Ling,â he said. âSomeone above him must have stepped in.â
âWhy?â
âWho knows?â Liao said. âMake sure their name gets attached to it? Take credit?â
âAre you serious?â
He made a face. âI donât know why. Who knows? They tell me to go, and I go.â
I looked out over the rail.
âThereâs innocent people in there,â I said.
âMaybe.â
âTheyâre there.â
âYeah, well, you shouldnât be messing around on the brain band. You pick up any node itâll just belong to a scrapper. Youâll just warn them weâre here.â
âIâll be careful.â
Liao wrinkled his forehead, and let a short laugh out through his nose.
âYouâre pushing it, you know?â
âI know.â
âCommand says stay put and wait.â
âI know.â
âYou ever been inside the rim?â he asked.
I shook my head. âYou?â
âTwice. These places are dangerous on many levels, Shao. You could get killed in the rim before you ever even find the place. You could never find the place, and get lost in there and never get out. Once you get in, these guys are heavily armed psychos creeping around in abandoned factories that half the time are ready to collapse on your head if youâre not careful. It doesnât pay to rush in.â
âWeâve been watching the site for two days.â
âYou border zone guys probably just stormed in, huh?â
âNot exactly,â I said, and sighed. There had been plenty of waiting there, too. âAt least itâs warm here.â
âI heard it snows up there.â
âYeah.â
âHow do they not freeze?â
âThey have power in Lobnya, off and on. If they lose it and they canât get sterno, they burn furniture.â
âAre you serious?â
I nodded.
âWhat do they eat?â
âTheyâre on the fringe, so their feedlots got carved up by toughs from the splinter states to the north along with most of their fuel and heavy weapons. If they can get government rations they eat those, or if they canât they scrounge for anything left behind by the refugees that got out before the border closed. Lots of them starve.â
âDamn.â
âIf they get desperate enough, they find one of our barricades to try and get food.â
âSounds like a form of suicide,â Liao said.
âYou get hungry enough, what are you going to do?â
Liao gestured toward the closest graviton lens, one of the hulks that sat at regular intervals around the wall, pointing in toward the haan ship.
âYou ever think we should just trigger the damn things?â he asked.
âWhat, wipe out the haan?â
âSeventy percent,â he said. âThatâs a lot of food we send their way. With them gone, it could feed a lot of people. You think?â
I looked to the huge five story orbs with trailing pipes and cables at the back of each. They always made me think of eyeballs with hanging nerves. Their lenses pointed in at the haan ship. If they were ever all activated, the focused graviton fields would pass right through the haan force field and collapse their ship into a dense blob of slag no bigger than an aircar. Though really, the failsafe remained in place mainly for the purpose of keeping the protesters comfortable. Neither Hwong, nor his superiors, had any intention of harming the haan and stopping that flow of technology.
âI think without the haan and their tech, thereâd be less food and it would be controlled by an elite few. Most people would just starve anyway.â
He laughed. âYouâre a cynic.â
âHave you seen the updated thermals?â I asked him.
Liaoâs smile