that.â
âI donât need accuracy. I just need to know if somethingâs moving out there.â
âIâll use a split crew,â said Leen. âHalf on life-support, half bringing the network back online. Thatâll give you the luxury of both options. And itâll give me the time to fine-tune each part of the system as I recalibrate. What do you want to do about HARLIE?â
âLet him sleep.â
âYou sure?â Leen looked surprised.
Reluctantly, Korie nodded. âIâm worried about his state of mind. Iâd rather not bring him back up until thereâs a ship for him to run. Thereâs nothing he can do until then anyway. I donât want him going crazy with worryâor worse, amputation trauma.â
âHARLIEâs too sensible for that.â
âProbably. Iâd like to believe youâre right. But what happens if youâre wrong? Letâs play it safe. HARLIEâs a friend of ours. Letâs not take any unnecessary risks with him. Okay?â
âYouâre the boss.â
âOnly by default.â Korie looked suddenly troubled.
Leen hesitated. He looked like he wanted to ask something else.
âWhat is it, Chief?â
âNothing. I justââ
âGo ahead. Say it.â
âWell, itâs Captain Lowell. I heard that heâI mean, I donât believe it, but you knowâscuttlebutt has it that he . . .â Leen was having trouble saying it; Korie waited patiently. â. . . Well, that he fell apart when the shooting started. Is that true?â
Korie started to answer, then remembered Captain Lowellâs last advice: âYou have to be straight with them, Mr. Korie. Never ever lie to your crew. â He flinched, then he looked directly at Chief Leen and said as sincerely as he could, âI was there. Captain Lowell did not screw up. The autolog will confirm that. And if any man on this ship says differently, heâs going to have to answer personally to me.â He added, âYou can let that be known wherever itâs appropriate.â
Leen looked relieved. âThanks. I knew that. I guess I just wanted to hear you say it.â
Korie nodded curtly and pushed off toward the door.
Thatâs one , he thought. How many more ?
Korieâs Cabin
Captain Lowell wasnât dead.
But he wasnât exactly alive either. It made for a very sticky legal situation.
Korie spent several grueling hours scanning through the manual of regulations. It wasnât very helpful.
With the captain injured, Korie was supposed to assume command of the vessel. The problem was, he couldnât .
Without HARLIE up and running and maintaining the log, Executive Officer Jonathan Thomas Korie could not officially assume command. The shipâs doctor could not log a medical report, and Korie could not legally declare the captain incapacitated.
Until such time as the autolog could be resumed, his was a command without acknowledgment. He had the authority, he had the moral and legal right under fleet regulations; but what he did not have was the acknowledgment of FleetCommâs official representative, the constructed consciousness known as HARLIE. It was like being elected president, but not taking the oath of office. Just when and how does the legal authority begin?
The whole thing made Korie realize just how precarious his position was. His orders were technically illegal until such time as his right to give them was confirmed. He was floating adrift in a legal limbo every bit as real as the limbo in which the LS-1187 floated. And he was every bit as helpless.
There werenât any contemporary precedents for this situation, although there were ample historical records. Unfortunately, those records could be used for academic purposes only. Out of respect for the diversity of individual cultures in the Alliance, FleetCommâs regulations were not derived from any specific naval