TRUE NAMES Read Online Free PDF

political power in the real world?”
    She smiled. “That’s what Wiley thinks. You see, poor Wiley doesn’t know that there are more uses for True Names than simple blackmail. I know everything he sends over the data links, everything he has been told by the Mailman.”
    “So what are they up to?” It was hard to conceal his eagerness.
Perhaps this will be enough to satisfy Virginia and her goons
.
    Erythrina seemed frozen for a moment, and he realized that she too must be using the low-altitude satellite net for preliminary processing: her task had just been handed off from one comsat to a nearer bird. Ordinarily it was easy to disguise the hesitation. She must be truly upset.
    And when she finally replied, it wasn’t really with an answer. “You know what convinced Wiley that the Mailman could deliver on his promises? It was DON. MAC — and the revolution in Venezuela. Apparently DON and the Mailman had been working on that for several months before Wiley joined them. It was to be the Mailman’s first demonstration that controlling data and information services could be used to take permanent political control of a state. And Venezuela, they claimed, was perfect: it has enormous data-processing facilities — all just a bit obsolete, since they were bought when the country was at the peak of its boom time.”
    “But that was clearly an internal
coup
. The present leaders are local —”
    “Nevertheless, DON is supposedly down there now, the real
Jefe
, for the first time in his life able to live in the physical world the way we do in this plane. If you have your own country, you are no longer small fry that must guard his True Name. You don’t have to settle for crumbs.”
    “You said ‘supposedly’.”
    “Slip, have you noticed anything strange about DON lately?”
    Mr. Slippery thought back. DON.MAC had always been the most extreme of the werebots — after the Mailman. He was not an especially talented fellow, but he did go to great lengths to sustain the image that he was both machine and human. His persona was always present in this plane, though at least part of the time it was a simulator like Alan out in the magma moat. The simulation was fairly good, but no one had yet produced a program that could really pass the Turing test: that is, fool a real human for any extended time. Mr. Slippery remembered the silly smile that seemed pasted on DON’s face and the faintly repetitive tone of his lobbying for the Mailman. “You think the real person behind DON is gone, that we have a zombie up there?”
    “Slip, I think the real DON is
dead
, and I mean the True Death.”
    “Maybe he just found the real world more delightful than this, now that he owns such a big hunk of it?”
    “I don’t think he owns anything. It’s just barely possible that the Mailman had something to do with that
coup
; there are a number of coincidences between what they told Wiley beforehand and what actually happened. But I’ve spent a lot of time floating through the Venezuelan data bases, and I think I’d know if an outsider were on the scene, directing the new order.
    “I think the Mailman is taking us on one at a time, starting with the weakest, drawing us in far enough to learn our True Names — and then destroying us. So far he has only done it to one of us. I’ve been watching DON.MAC both directly and automatically since the coup, and there has never been a real person behind that facade, not once in two thousand hours. Wiley is next. The poor slob hasn’t even been told yet what country his kingdom is to be — evidence that the Mailman doesn’t really have the power he claims — but even so, he’s ready to do practically anything for the Mailman, and against us.
    “Slip, we have
got
to identify this
thing
, this Mailman, before he can get us.”
    She was even more upset than Virginia and the Feds. And she was right. For the first time, he felt more afraid of the Mailman than the government agents. He