Deus Ex Machina
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With the computer called ARTHUR, Cliff Peabody has made a major breakthrough in artificial intelligence. It should be the most triumphant event of his professional career—but why, then, is the federal government invading his laboratories? Why is half the country suffering an inexplicable power outage? And, most disturbing of all, why is reality itself going haywire in the vicinity of Cliff’s office?
To answer these questions, Cliff will need to sacrifice everything—and everybody—that has ever been precious to him. And even then, there’s no guarantee that he’ll like what he learns. Especially when it points to the overthrow of the Creator of the universe itself...
First published in samizdat form in 1985, this rollicking, inventive, and blasphemous sci-fi adventure heralded the emergence of Perry Slaughter as a force to be reckoned with in American letters. Nearly three decades later, Deus ex Machina still retains its power to shock, astound, and entertain.
Perry Slaughter
Perry Slaughter first achieved notoriety in the mid-1980s with slender works of samizdat genre fiction hailed as “utterly bereft of any moral center.” More recently his short stories have appeared in Electric Velocipede and elsewhere. Mr. Slaughter divides his time between the northeastern United States and a yacht plying international waters. His passions include vinyl records, scotch whisky, and high-seas piracy. His exact whereabouts at any given time are unknown.Sinister Regard is proud to have undertaken a project to reissue some of his early novellas and short fiction in new print and electronic editions. For more information, visit www.perryslaughter.com.
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Deus Ex Machina - Perry Slaughter
I.
"Cliff! Are you in there? Open up!" Simon’s voice was filled with an uncharacteristic urgency as he pounded on the door of my seaside home. Even so, I heard it on only one level of consciousness, and that level didn’t feel like responding just then. After a few moments came the tinkle of shattered glass from the entry hall, and he burst into the living room, head and flashlight darting this way and that, like some man-sized lizard with a radiant tongue.
I was sitting motionless on the couch, hunched over forward, the wedding holo of Jill and myself clasped gently in my hands. It must have been a couple of hours I’d been sitting there, though I really felt no sense of the passage of time. I had not even moved when the electricity had gone out (in a harsher climate I might have frozen to death right there, in the depths of winter as we were), for the only light of which I was aware came from that little cube in my hands, where two tiny figures blindly rehearsed their nuptials, over and over and over, never imagining what lay ahead. Over and over and over and—
I must have given Simon a bit of a start; he hadn’t expected to find me there, alone in the dark and semi-aware, after getting no response at the door. Are you all right, Cliff?
he asked, pinning me down with the beam of his flashlight. The question was a strange mixture of caution and concern.
Little alarm bells were going off in my head (Simon Briggs concerned about me?), but it was on one of those levels to which I was paying no attention. Just dandy,
I murmured distantly.
Then let’s go,
he urged. Van Damm and his crew of Scientists’ll be here any second.
That name made the alarm bells clang more loudly. Slowly I looked up at him, my brow creasing with puzzlement. His own was taut with insistence and desperation. Van Damm?
I said, making a half-hearted attempt to figure out exactly what was going on.
"Yes, Cliff! He’s going to pin this one on you, and you can bet it’ll stick this time. Now come on!"
I was now rising steadily toward full awareness, but it was a terribly slow process—and one I didn’t want to complete. There was too much there that I could not bring myself to face. "Pin what on me, Simon?"
He obviously expected me to know something of this matter, and now his frustration was coming to a head. He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me to my feet, causing me to drop the holocube. It hit the coffee table. This blackout, you fool!
he hissed.
I stared searchingly into his face, not knowing what to look for—but knowing I would not find it. Simon’s face was a mask, never betraying a thing he wished unbetrayed, unremarkable and unmemorable, one that would never stand out in a crowd. In short, it was a face perfectly suited to his line of work. I looked away. (It was too dark to see his face clearly, anyway.) I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about,
I said, as sincerely as I could.
Now I could sense him searching my face. Maybe he had been modified for infra-red vision and just used the flashlight for appearances, but it seemed to me that he saw something there and came to a decision. All right then, Mr. Peabody,
he said, and I could not tell whether or not he were mocking me, let me spell it out for you. This power outage we’re experiencing is no minor phenomenon, and it’s not just confined here to the Bay area. We’re talking about everything west of the Mississippi, including parts of Canada and Mexico.
That’s impossible,
I said, shaking my head, as much to clear the fog there as in denial. The switching network would have—
The switching network was broken into!
His every word was a blow to my mind’s protective covering, delivered with cold-disguised-as-heated precision. The programming was overridden! All—
No,
I insisted, it couldn’t have been. I was on the team that designed it! It was—
Exactly, Cliff! Don’t you see? If anyone would have known how to break into the system, it would have been you.
He put up a hand to silence my protest. There’s more, if you’d listen. That entire colossal amount of energy has all been diverted to one single location.
One consumer using fully half the nation’s power? It was inconceivable.
Where, Simon?
He answered as if I should have known. "In the Santa Clara industrial park. At your company’s home offices."
That shut me up. There was no response I could have made that would not have sounded trite and self-incriminating. I guess Van Damm has got a pretty good case against me this time,
I said at last.
Circumstantial, I grant, but good,
agreed Simon. And he could be here any time. Will you come now?
Why don’t they shut off the generators?
I asked, delaying. Cut off the power completely. Don’t let it be stolen.
"Listen to