The Caryatids by Bruce Sterling Read Free Book Online

enough clout here to pick our own boss. If anything bad happened to Herbert, the Acquis committee would appoint some other project manager."
    "Oh no, they wouldn't. They wouldn't dare do that."
    "Yes, they would. The Acquis are daring."
    Karen was adamant. "No they wouldn't! They can't send some gross newbie to Mljet to boss our neural elite! The cadres would laugh at him! They'd spit on him! They would kick his ass! He'd have no glory at all!"
    Vera stared thoughtfully at Karen, then at the teeming mass of barracks-mates. It occurred to Vera that Karen, as the voice of the local people, was telling her the truth.
    Vera was used to her fellow cadres—she could hardly have been more intimate with them, since their innermost feelings were spilled all over her screens.
    But to outsiders, they might seem scary. Afer all, the Acquis neural cadres on Mljet were survivors from some of the harshest places in the world. They wore big machines that could lift cars. Even their women were rough, tough construction workers who could crack bricks with their fingers. And—by the standards of people not on this island—they all lived inside-out. They didn't "wear their hearts on their sleeves" —they wore their hearts on their skins.
    They were such kind people, mostly, so supportive and decent . . . But—as a group—the cadres had one great object of general contempt. Every Acquis cadre despised newbies. "Newbies" were the fresh re-cruits. Acquis newbies had no glory, since they had not yet done any-thing to make the people around them feel happy, or impressed with them, or more fiercely committed to the common cause. All newbies were, by nature, scum.
    So Karen had to be right. Nobody on this island would willingly ac-cept a newbie as an appointed leader. Not now, not after nine years of their neural togetherness. Afer nine years of blood, sweat, toil, and tears, they were a tightly bonded pioneer society.
    If they ever had a fit about politics, they were all going to have the same fit all at once. Karen had found a big bag of sunflower seeds. She was loudly chew-ing them and spitting the husks into a cardboard pot. "Herbert's succes-sion plan is to emotionally poll all the cadres," Karen told her, rolling salted seed bits on her tongue. "Our people will choose a new leader themselves—the leader who makes them feel best."
    That process seemed intuitively right to Vera. That was how things al-ways worked best around here—because Mljet was an enterprise fueled on passionate conviction. "Well, Novakovic has our best glory rating. He always does."
    "Vera, open your big blue eyes. Novakovic is our chef! Of course we all like the chef Because he feeds us! That's not what we want from our leader here! We want brilliancy! We want speed! We don't need some stuffy, overcontrolled engineer! We need an inspiring figure with sex ap-peal and charisma who can take on the whole world! We need a 'muse figure.' "
    Vera squirmed on her taut pink cot. "We need some heavier equip-ment and some proper software maintenance, that's what we really need around here."
    "Vera, you are the 'muse figure' on Mljet. You. Nobody else. Because we all know you. Your everyware touches everything that we do here." Karen offered her a beaming smile. "So it's you. You're our next leader. For sure. And I'd love to have you as my boss. Boy, my life would be great, then. The Vera Mihajlovic Regime, that would be just about per-fect for me."
    "Karen, shut up. You're my best friend! You can't plot to make me the project manager! You know I'd become a wreck if that happened to me!"
    "You were born a wreck," said Karen, her eyes frank and guileless. "That's why you're my best friend!"
    "Well, your judgment is completely clouded on this issue. I'm not a wreck! It's the island that's a wreck, and I am a solution. Yes, I had an awful time when I went down in that mine with you, I overdid that, I was stupid, but normally, I'm very emotionally stable. My needs and is-sues are all