Eloise

Book 0: DUMAREST SAGA

by E.C. Tubb

Genres: Science Fiction; Sci-fi Action & Adventure; Space Opera

Synopsis

The Cyber Prime had a problem. The vast combination of disembodied intelligences he controlled was in trouble. There was a solution, but it remained as an equation in the mind of just one man, the wanderer Dumarest. And Dumarest hated the Cyber...

The Cyber Prime weighed the known factors of Dumarest's movements, his desperate questing efforts to find the lost Earth. An answer came up: Dumarest must arrive on the world Tynar. The Cyber mobilized to intercept him there. But the girl Eloise intercepted him first. And she was the random factor that the Cyber had not counted upon.

Release date: September 29, 2011

Publisher: Gateway

Print pages: 150

Sample

Also by E.C. Tubb

The Dumarest Saga:

1: The Winds of Gath (1967)

2: Derai (1968)


3: Toyman (1969)


4: Kalin (1969)


5: The Jester at Scar (1970)


6: Lallia (1971)


7: Technos (1972)


8: Veruchia (1973)


9: Mayenne (1973)


10: Jondelle (1973)


11: Zenya (1974)


12: Eloise (1975)


13: Eye of the Zodiac (1975)


14: Jack of Swords (1976)


15: Spectrum of a Forgotten Sun (1976)


16: Haven of Darkness (1977)


17: Prison of Night (1977)


18: Incident on Ath (1978)


19: The Quillian Sector (1978)


20: Web of Sand (1979)


21: Iduna’s Universe (1979)


22: The Terra Data (1980)


23: World of Promise (1980)


24: Nectar of Heaven (1981)


25: The Terridae (1981)


26: The Coming Event (1982)


27: Earth is Heaven (1982)


28: Melome (1983)


29: Angado (1984)


30: Symbol of Terra (1984)


31: The Temple of Truth (1985)


32: The Return (1997)


33: Child of Earth (2008)


The Cap Kennedy (F.A.T.E.) Series (E.C. Tubb writing as Gregory Kern)

1: Galaxy of the Lost (1973)


2: Slave Ship from Sergan (1973)


3: Monster of Metelaze (1973)


4: Enemy Within the Skull (1974)


5: Jewel of Jarhen (1974)


6: Seetee Alert! (1974)


7: The Gholan Gate (1974)


8: The Eater of Worlds (1974)


9: Earth Enslaved (1974)


10: Planet of Dread (1974)


11: Spawn of Laban (1974)


12: The Genetic Buccaneer (1974)


13: A World Aflame (1974)


14: The Ghosts of Epidoris (1975)


15: Mimics of Dephene (1975)


16: Beyond the Galactic Lens (1975)


17: The Galactiad (1983)


Alien Dust (1955)


Alien Impact (1952)


Journey Into Terror (originally published as Alien Life (1954, rev 1998))


Atom War on Mars (1952)


Fear of Strangers (first published as C.O.D. – Mars (1968))


Century of the Manikin (1972)


City of No Return (1954)

Death God’s Doom (1999)

Death is a Dream (1967)

Dead Weight (first published as Death Wears a White Face (1979))

Escape into Space (1969)

Footsteps of Angels (2004) (previously unpublished work written c.1988)

Hell Planet (1954)

Journey to Mars (1954)

Moon Base (1964)

Pandora’s Box (1996) (previously unpublished work written 1954)

Pawn of the Omphalos (1980)

S.T.A.R. Flight (1969)

Stardeath (1983)

Starslave (2010) (previously unpublished work written 1984)

Stellar Assignment (1979)

Temple of Death (1996) (previously unpublished work written 1954)

Fifty Days to Doom (first published as The Extra Man (1954))

The Life-Buyer (1965, 2008)

The Luck Machine (1980)

World in Torment (originally published as The Mutants Rebel (1953))

The Primitive (1977)

The Resurrected Man (1954)

The Sleeping City (1999)

The Space-Born (1956)

The Stellar Legion (1954)

To Dream Again (2011)

Venusian Adventure (1953)

Tide of Death (first published as World at Bay (1954))

E. C. Tubb (writing as Arthur MacLean)

The Possessed (revised version of Touch of Evil (1957))

E. C. Tubb (writing as Brian Shaw)

Argentis (1952)

E. C. Tubb (writing as Carl Maddox)

Menace from the Past (1954)

The Living World (1954)

E. C. Tubb (writing as Charles Grey)

Dynasty of Doom (1953)

The Extra Man (first published as Enterprise 2115 (1954) & then as The Mechanical Monarch (1958))

I Fight for Mars (1953)

Space Hunger (1953)

The Hand of Havoc (1954)

Secret of the Towers (originally published as The TormentedCity(1953))

The Wall (1953)

E. C. Tubb (writing as Gill Hunt)

Planetfall (1951)

E. C. Tubb (writing as King Lang)

Saturn Patrol (1951)

E. C. Tubb (writing as Roy Sheldon)

The Metal Eater (1954)

E. C. Tubb (writing as Volsted Gridban)

The Green Helix (originally published as Alien Universe (1952))

Reverse Universe (1952)

Planetoid Disposals Ltd. (1953)

The Freedom Army (originally published as De Bracy’s Drug (1953))

Fugitive of Time (1953)



There was nothing soft about the office. It was a vast chamber designed on functional lines, bleak in its Spartan simplicity;
the sound-proofing which covered the walls, floor and roof a dull, neutral grey, devoid of distracting color or decoration.
Only the blazing simulacrum which hung suspended in the air at the center of the room gave a richness to the place; a depiction
of the galaxy at which Master Nequal, Cyber Prime, stared with thoughtful interest.


It was a masterpiece of electronic ingenuity; tiny motes of light held in a mesh of invisible forces, the entire lens constrained
within three hundred cubic feet of space. With such compression, detail had to be lost; the billions of individual worlds,
the comets, asteroidal matter, satellites, minor regions of dust, all swallowed in the glowing depiction of countless stars.
Nequal touched a control and red flecks appeared in scattered profusion, irregularly spaced but extending throughout most
of the area. Each fleck represented a cyber, a trained and dedicated servant of the Cyclan of which Nequal was now the accepted
head.


An ancient emperor would have felt gratification at the extent of his rule, but Nequal could feel no such emotion. And there
was no need of personal ambition. To be Cyber Prime was to be at the very apex of his world. Even to be a part of the Cyclan
was to be a part of a near-invisible empire which would, in time, dominate every known fragment of space.


Softly he walked beside the simulacrum, concentrating; noting gaps, the proximity of concentrations, the blank regions in
which no red glimmers showed, turning as the door opened to admit his aide.


“What is it?”



Cyber Yandron bowed. “Those for processing, Master. They await your attention in the reception chamber.”

“A moment.” Nequal continued his examination, then again touched the control. The projection faded to dissolve in splintered
shards of luminescence; the brilliant glow replaced by a more subdued illumination, a blue-white actinic light which gave
maximum visibility, rich in ultraviolet for reasons of hygiene. “I am ready.”


Outside the office the passages were a hive of controlled activity. Cybers, alike in their scarlet robes, moved soundlessly
about their tasks. The air was chill and Nequal almost decided to raise his cowl. He resisted the temptation. The body was
a weak and irritating thing; to pander to it was foolish for it grew on what it was fed. And yet the air did strike chill.
Perhaps he should order the diet increased a little. Every machine needed fuel, and energy lost in combating cold was energy
lost to the efficient working of the brain. He would have the dieticians look into the matter.


A decision made in the time it had taken to walk three paces, another made in the time it took to walk seven.

“Action to be taken on report 237582EM,” he said to Yandron. “Have the laboratories concentrate on a cheap and simple method
of manufacturing churgol by synthesis from easily available products. The resultant information to be disseminated on the
worlds of Sargolle, Semipolis and Sojol.”


Churgol was the major export of Churan, a proud and independent world; the others, the main customers for the medicinal compound.
Once their major source of income had vanished, the Ghuranese would be less independent and not as proud. They would be eager
to seek helpful advice in order to restore their fortunes and be willing to pay for the guidance of a cyber. The thin end
of the wedge which would place yet another world under Cyclan domination.


A decision made, a problem solved—he wished that all were as simple.

A small group waited in the reception chamber; the scarlet of their robes warming the bleakness, the material rustling a little
as they moved aside to allow the Cyber Prime a clear passage to where five men rose painfully from a bench.


“Be seated.” Nequal stepped towards them, his thin hand extended in greeting. Two were old, two diseased, their bodies bloated in grotesque proportions; the other twitched
with an uncontrollable affliction of the nerves. Nequal studied him for a moment, but the eyes were clear and the man would
never have been passed by the physicians had his mind been affected. “You, all of you, are welcome.”


They bowed where they sat, brief inclinations of their heads, then straightened as they looked at the tall figure of their
master. He was old, for men do not achieve great power without waiting, and lean, for a thin body was more efficient than
one soft with killing tissue. His face was set in a mask of impassivity; the head hairless, skull-like, the contours relieved
only by the glowing intelligence of his deep-set eyes. On his breast, as on the breasts of them all, the great seal of the
Cyclan glowed with reflected light. Like them all, he had long ago accepted the truth of the creed which dominated their lives.


The body was nothing but a receptacle for intelligence. Emotion was to be decried, eliminated by training and surgery; the
severance of certain nerves leading to the thalmus when young, the operation which left every cyber the living equivalent
of a machine, able to find pleasure only in mental achievement. But none counted it as a loss. Only the mind counted, the sharpening
of the intelligence, the cultivation of the pure light of reason and inexorable logic.


Traits which made every cyber able to take a handful of facts and build from them the most probable sequence of events. To
extrapolate the result of every action and course of conduct. To make predictions so accurate that, at times, it seemed they
could actually read the future. A service for which rulers and worlds were willing to pay far more than they guessed.


“You have worked well,” said Nequal in his trained modulation. A voice carefully devoid of all irritating factors. “Your dedication,
skill and application have earned you the highest reward it is possible for any of us to know. I shall not keep you from it.”
He gestured at the attendants. “Go now. Almost I envy you.”


But there was no need for envy, even if he could have felt the emotion. He, all of them, every cyber who reached old age or
imminent death, all who had proved themselves; all would take the same path as the attendants now prepared for the five.


First they would be shown the great halls, the endless passages and vaulted chambers gouged from the living rock far beneath
the planetary surface; the entire complex buttressed and reinforced to withstand even the fury of thermonuclear attack. They
would see the serried rows of vats, the laboratories, the hydroponic farms; the whole tremendous installation which was the
headquarters of the Cyclan.


And then, assured, their gestalt firmed, they would become a part of it.

They would be taken and drugged. Trepans would bite into their skulls and expose the living brains. Attachments would keep
them alive, as they were lifted from their natural housings and placed into containers of nutrient fluids. Other attachments
would ensure that life continued and that the intelligences would remain awake and ever aware. And then, finally, the living,
thinking brains would be incorporated into the gigantic organic computer which was Central Intelligence.


To live forever. To share in the complete domination of the universe. To solve all the mysteries of creation.

The aim and object of the Cyclan.

Nequal watched them go, wondering if they would have been so eager had they known what he knew; the problem which threatened
to overshadow all others. As yet it was a minor incident; but he would not have been a cyber if he had not known where it
must invariably lead if unchecked.


A passage led to the laboratories; the office of Cyber Quendis, the papers and graphs lying thick on his desk.

“Master!”

“Report on the decay of the older intelligences.”

Quendis was direct. “There is no improvement. The deterioration previously noticed is progressing into an increasing decay.”

“Action taken?”

“The affected part of the computer has been removed from all contact with the main banks. A totally separate life support
and communications system has been installed, and tests made to discover the cause of decay. Results to date show that there
is no apparent protoplasmic degeneration, the condition was not induced by defective maintenance and there is no trace of any external infection.”


From where he stood at one end of the Desk Yandron said, “How did you arrive at your conclusions?”

“Ten units were detached, dismantled and inspected. I chose those showing most signs of aberration.”

Ten brains destroyed. Ten intelligences, the seat and repositories of accumulated knowledge, totally eliminated. Yet, thought
Nequal dispassionately, it was a thing which had to be done. Again Yandron anticipated his question.


“Your suggestion as to the cause of the decay?”

“Psychological.” Quendis touched a sheet of paper covered with fine markings. “The conclusions of three different lines of
investigation. The cause could be based on the necessity for the brains to rid themselves of programming, by the means of
paradoxical sleep. The need to dream.”


“That is easily arranged,” said Nequal. “There are drugs which can achieve the desired effect. Have they been used?”

“Yes, Master. The results were negative. I use the term paradoxical sleep in its widest sense. It could well be that the affected
units have lost all touch with reality. This could be due to their extreme age, in which case the maintenance of units is
limited by a time factor of which we have been unaware. If this is correct the decay of all units is, in time, inevitable.”


“But manageable,” said Yandron. “New units can replace the old.”

“That is so,” agreed Quendis. “Once we determine the efficient life-expectancy of the encapsulated brains, arrangements can
be made for routine elimination. However the present danger lies in the possibility that the paraphysical emanations of the
deteriorated units could spread the contamination.”


Nequal said, “Has the affected bank been questioned?”

“Yes, Master. On seven occasions. Each time the response was sheer gibberish. The units seem to lack all coordination.”

Yandron said, “Cannot something be done? The units separated and placed in cyborg mechanisms?”

“Separation has no effect.” Again Quendis touched his papers, as if to reassure himself that all had been done. An odd gesture
for a cyber to make and Nequal noted it. The man was more concerned than he appeared. “Rehousing the unit had no effect on the decayed intelligence. If anything it showed a marked decline. Three attempts were made. On the
last the unit did nothing but scream.”


Alone, distracted, terrified perhaps; torn from the close association with other minds which it had known for years. A great
many years, longer by far than any normal lifetime. And yet why should any cyber scream? Certainly not from reasons of emotion.
But from what else?


“Destroy the bank,” ordered Nequal. “Total extinction.”

“Master!”

Nequal ignored Yandron’s voice, his gesture.

“Continue your investigations,” he said to Quendis. “Test the entire installation down to atomi. . .