Prologue
The Aivas felt its sensors responding to a renewal of power from the
solar panels on the roof above it. The wind must have become strong
enough to blow the clogging dust and volcanic ash away from the panels.
There had been enough of these incidents over the past 2,525 years so
that Aivas had been able to maintain function, even if only at a very
low maintenance level.
Running through the main operating circuits, Aivas found no
malfunctions. Exterior optics were still obstructed, but once again the
Aivas was aware of some activity in its vicinity.
Was it possible that humans had returned to the Landing facility?
It had not as yet completed its priority assignment: to discover a means
to destroy the organism that had been termed "Thread" by the captains.
It had received no significant input to allow it to complete that task,
but the priority had not been canceled.
Perhaps, with the return of humans, that assignment could at last be
completed.
Power began to swell its resources as the panels were uncovered; the
removal was not haphazard, as would be caused by wind and weather, but
was consistent with a workmanlike activity. As more of the panels were
cleared, solar energy recharged the long-unused power collectors. The
Aivas responded by distributing the revitalizing energy through its
systems, running rapid function checks through circuits long dormant.
Aivas had been efficiently designed, and as power continued to be
available, it found itself in full running order by the time the
exterior sensors had also been uncovered.
Humans had returned to Landing! Many of them! Once again humankind had
triumphed over tremendous odds. Aivas duly noticed through its
adjustable optical elements that they were still accompanied by the
creatures called fire-dragons. Noise, too, was now filtering through the
audio channels: human voices speaking in unusual word patterns. A
lingual shift? In 2,525 years, that was entirely likely. Aivas listened
and interpreted, measuring the altered vowels and slurred consonants
against the speech patterns that had been programmed into it. It
organized the new sounds into groups and checked them with its semantics
program.
Within its vision came an immense white creature. The descendant of the
bioengineer's first production? Aivas did a rapid extrapolation from the
biolab's files and reached the inescapable conclusion that the so-called
dragons had also matured and prospered. It searched for, but did not
find, "white" in the parameters of the engineered species.
Not only had humankind survived the incursion of Thread for 2,525 years
of Threadfall, but it had flourished. The species had the tenacity to
survive where others succumbed.
If humans had been able to return from the Northern Continent, had they
also managed to destroy the organism? That would be well done. What must
Aivas then do if its priority was superseded?
Humans, with their insatiable curiosity and restlessness, would
undoubtedly have new tasks which an Artificial Intelligence
Voice-Address System could undertake. They were not, Aivas knew from its
memory banks, a complacent species. Soon those who worked to clear the
debris of centuries would uncover the entire building and reach its
position. It must, of course, react as its program ordained.
The Aivas waited.
Copyright © 1991 by Anne McCaffrey