amc.killashandra-第52节
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
。〃
〃Late an agent？〃 Killashandra fancied she saw some diminution of Trag's intractability。
〃Trapped here by the same restraint which keeps Optherians from peting in galactic enterprise；〃 Lars replied。 〃Contact with the Federated Council has only just been reestablished after nearly thirty years … 〃
She and Trag heard the minute sound at the same instant and assumed suitable poses of interrupted labor when the door panel slid open。 Mirbethan escorted the lunch table which the security guard wheeled in。
〃If you'll just leave it there； Mirbethan；〃 Killashandra gestured with a hand full of brackets while Trag and Lars bent over an already sited crystal； 〃we'll take a break shortly。〃
〃Not the one they expect； either；〃 Lars murmured when the door panel had closed。 Trag favored him with another unnerving stare。 Lars returned it equably； with a slight bow toward the manual case。 〃After you； Guild…member。〃
〃Why three more crystals？〃 Trag asked。
〃This loft is half the size of the available space behind the organ console on stage；〃 Lars said。 〃We think the subliminal programming equipment is hidden behind that wall； and accessed by a musical key activated from this manual。 We have reason to believe that gail； who is alleged to have smashed the crystal；〃 Trag's eyebrows raised； 〃was killed because he had discovered that musical key； not because he was injured by the shards or because he had destroyed the manual。 That would have only got him sent to rehab。〃
〃Who is responsible for the subliminal programming？〃
Lars grinned maliciously； 〃My own personal candidate is Ampris； he is musically trained。〃
〃It wouldn't take musicality to strike notes in the right sequence；〃 Trag said。
〃True； but he knows as much about the organ as every performer must and he became head of the Conservatory about the time the subliminal conditioning started。 It began shortly after my father arrived； and he was here to investigate the first request for the revocation of the planet…bound restriction。 Then； too； Torkes has always favored the propaganda control of population。 But what one Elder does； the others invariably condone。 And subliminal conditioning sustains them in their power。〃
〃Arrange for me to meet your father； Lars Dahl。〃
Lars grinned。 〃His credentials are as suspicious as mine； Guildmember。 I doubt we could reach him。 In any event； we are here； close to the damning proof of what we suspect。 Surely a bird in hand … 〃
〃Bird？〃 The word exploded from Killashandra； a result of the tension she felt and a bination of surprise and respect for Lars's sterling performance under Trag's unnerving scrutiny。
〃Perhaps the analogy is wrong；〃 and Lars shrugged diffidently。 〃Well； Guildmember？ Have I my day in court； too？〃
〃Three more crystals？〃 Trag's manner gave no indication of his thoughts。
〃Two more；〃 Killashandra said； 〃if we are using the original key。〃
Trag made a barely audible grunt at that ment before he reached for the next crystal and motioned Lars to place his bracket。
Killashandra could not keep her mind entirely on the task at hand for she suddenly realized just how much rested on the truth of the dissidents' contentions。 Had she indeed allowed a sexual relationship to cloud her judgment？ Or favorable first impressions from Nahia； Hauness； and the others to color her thinking？ And yet； there was Corish von Mittelstern； and Olav Dahl。 Or was that convoluted situation carefully contrived？ She might be out on a limb； the saw in her own hand； she thought as she delicately tightened the bracket on the second crystal。 She didn't dare look at Lars across the open case as they straightened up。
Expressionless as ever； Trag handed Lars the tuning hammer。 Lars gave Killashandra a rakish and reassuring grin and then tapped out the sequence： da da da…dum； da da da…dum。 For one hideous moment nothing happened and Killashandra felt the last vestige of energy drain from her body with the groan she could not stifle。 A groan that was echoed by a muted noise and a slight vibration in the floor。 Startled； she and Lars looked down but Trag remained with his eyes fixed on the ceiling。
〃Clever！〃 was his ment as the wall sank slowly and； to their intense relief； noiselessly apart from the initial protest。 〃Clever and utterly despicable。〃 As soon as the descending wall reached knee height； Trag swung over it； Lars right behind him。
For a heavy man； Trag moved with considerable speed and economy of motion。 He did a plete circuit of the room； his eyes sweeping from one side to the other； identifying each bank in the plicated and extensive rack system； and the terminal which activated the units。 He pleted his circuit at the three heavy cables that provided the interface between the two sets of puters。
〃No one has been in here for some time；〃 he said finally； noting the light coating of dust on the cabinets
〃No need； Guildmember。〃
〃You may address me as Trag。〃
Lars grinned triumphantly at Killashandra； where she stood； resting her ear against the door panel。 Nothing must interfere at this critical moment。
〃Trag。 The yearly dose for Optherians occurs shortly before the Festival season begins； and the tourists arrive。 All Optherians are given the 'opportunity and privilege；' 〃 and Lars's voice was mildly scornful； 〃of attending the preliminary concerts for the current year's Festival selections。 The Mainlanders get their dose then； to keep them contented while the tourists are here。 Then； the tourists get theirs； which includes sufficient Optherianisms to prevent them from accepting messages from strangers for posting once they return to their homes。 Some don't； you know； having fallen for the vastly superior and secure Optherian natural way of life。〃
Trag dropped his gaze from the fascinating cable。 〃How many escape these conditioning sessions？〃
〃Not many Mainlanders； though there are a few who independently discovered the subliminal images。〃 Lars turned to Killashandra。 〃Nahia； Hauness； Brassner； and Theach。 Over the last ten years； they've been able to warn those they felt could be trusted。〃
〃Do the Elders know that some escape？〃 Killashandra asked。
〃There is a head check at the concerts which simultaneously registers with the Central puters。〃
〃But islanders don't go to concerts； do they？〃 Killashandra said with a chuckle。 It was a relief to know that she had occasion to be amused。 It had looked very grim for a bit there； with Trag ing on strong as Guildmember。
〃I think it is time to end such pernicious subjugation；〃 Trag said。 He took from his biceps pocket a hand…unit of the sort used to check programming systems； and placed it on the nearest cabinet。 〃It should be a simple matter of reprogramming the master sensory mixer to bypass the subliminal generator。 That would inhibit the subliminal processor； yet leave no physical trace of alteration。〃 Taking from the same pocket a heavy pound knife of the kind favored by crystal singers for field use； he opened the heaviest cutting blade。 He sliced carefully at the plastic cable cover； peeling it back to expose the multicolor flex package。
Killashandra watched as Trag set the system checker against the flex； taking a preliminary reading。 As he pondered the results； she could not restrain a glance at the subliminal room。 The devices were so repugnant to her； abusing every precept of the individual privacy which had been her birthright on Fuerte； that she felt besmirched just looking at them。
〃If there's no power。。。〃 Lars began； his hand half…raised in caution。
〃 I have had sufficient experience with this sort of equipment； Lars Dahl。〃 Trag entered instructions on the hand unit； noted the display on the rectangular vdr； and a muscle twitched in his cheek。 〃The subroutine of the subliminal will function on any dummy test； and indicate the programming modes selected under their program listing； but I am placing a security lock；〃 and with those words he put the device firmly against the thick red…coded cable and depressed the main key； 〃on it now。 I don't have the equipment necessary to generate a program for propaganda detoxification。〃
〃That's too bad；〃 Killashandra said with heartfelt dismay
〃There！〃 Trag said。 〃And unless they know exactly what I've done to inhibit the subliminal processor； the alterations can't be reversed。 Let the Optherians program that puter for whatever images they wish。 None will reach the minds of the people they intend to pervert！〃 Trag pulled hard on the plastic coating and then pressed it firmly back around the cables。 Killashandra could not see where the cable had been entered。
〃And you'll bear witness to the Federated Council？〃 Lars was taut as he eagerly awaited Trag's reply。
〃We shall all bear witness to the Council； young man；〃 Trag replied。
Lars nodded but his smile was wry。 〃It will be the crystal singer's word that will be credited； Guildmember Trag； not that of an islander whose motivations are suspect。〃
〃Even if he could leave the planet； Trag；〃 Killashandra said。 〃Remember the arc at the shuttle port？ Didn't it glow blue and erupt guards with weapons？〃
Trag nodded。 〃Except when I passed under it。〃
〃That arc deposits a mineral deposit in Optherian bones；〃 Lars said； 〃and in those of any
