The Opal Deception（9）SOME INTELLIGENT CONVERSATION

Chapter 8: SOME INTELLIGENT CONVERSATION

Mulch had left the stolen LEP shuttle at the theme park gate. It had been a simple matter for Butler to disable the park’s cameras and remove a half-rotted section from the hemisphere’s roof in order to effect the rescue.
When they got back to the shuttle, Holly powered up the engines and ran a systems check.
‘What on earth were you doing, Mulch?“ she asked, amazed by the readings the computer was displaying. ”The computer says you came all the way down here in first gear.“
‘There are gears?“ said the dwarf. ”I thought this crate was automatic.“
‘Some jockeys prefer gears. Old-fashioned, I know, but more control around the bends. And another thing, you didn’t have to do that gas thing on the rope. There are plenty of stun grenades in the weapons locker.“
‘This thing has a locker too? Gears and lockers. Well, I never.“
Butler was giving Artemis a field physical.Decorative wire mesh
‘You seem all right,“ he said, placing a massive palm over Artemis’s chest. ”Holly fixed up your ribs, I see.“
Artemis was in a bit of a daze. Now that he was out of immediate danger, the day’s events were catching up to him. How many times could one person cheat death in twenty-four hours? Surely his odds were getting shorter.
‘Tell me, Butler,“ he whispered so the others wouldn’t hear, ”is it all true? Or is it a hallucination?“ Even as the words left his lips, Artemis realized that it was an impossible question. If this was all a hallucination, then his bodyguard was a dream, too.
‘I turned down gold, Butler,“ continued Artemis, still unable to accept his own grand gesture.
‘Me. I turned down gold.“
Butler smiled, much more the smile of a friend than a bodyguard. “That doesn’t surprise me one bit. You were becoming quite charitable before the mind wipe.”
Artemis frowned. “Of course you would say that, if you were part of the hallucination.”
Mulch was eavesdropping on the conversation and couldn’t resist a comment. “Didn’t you smell what I shot those trolls with? You think you could hallucinate that, Mud Boy?”
Holly started the engines. “Hold on back there,” she called over her shoulder. “It’s time to go.
The sensors picked up some shuttles sweeping local chutes. The authorities are looking for us.
I need to get us somewhere off the charts.“
Holly teased the throttle and lifted them smoothly from the ground. If the shuttle had not had portholes, the passengers might not have noticed the takeoff.
Butler elbowed Mulch. “Did you see that?
That’s a takeoff. I hope you learned something.“
The dwarf was highly offended. “What do I have to do to get a bit of respect around here? You are all alive because of me, and all I get is abuse.”
Butler laughed. “Okay, little friend. I apologize. We owe you our lives, and I, for one, will never forget it.”Decorative wire mesh
Artemis followed this interaction curiously. “I would deduce that you remember everything, Butler.
If, for a moment, I accept this situation as reality, then your memory must have been stimulated. Did I, perhaps, leave something behind?“
Butler pulled the laser disk from his pocket.
‘Oh yes, Artemis. There was a message on this disk for me. You left yourself a message, too.“
Artemis took the disk. “At last,” he said.
‘Some intelligent conversation.“
Artemis found a small bathroom at the rear of the shuttle. The in-door toilet itself was only to be used in an emergency, and the seat was made from a spongy material which Mulch had assured him would break down any waste as it passed through. Artemis decided he would test the filter at another time, and sat on a small ledge by the porthole.
There was a plasma screen on the wall, presumably for in-restroom entertainment. All he had to do was slip the computer disk into the drive below the screen, and his fairy memories would be returned to him. A whole new world. An old one.
Artemis spun the disk between his thumb and forefinger.
Psychologically speaking, if he loaded this disk it meant that some part of him accepted the truth of all this. Putting the disk in the slot could plunge him deeper into some kind of psychotic episode. Not putting it in could condemn the world to a war between species. The fairy and human worlds would collide.
What would father do?
Artemis asked himself.
He loaded the disk.
Two files appeared on the desktop, marked with animated 3-D GIF’S, something the fairy system had obviously added on. Both were tagged with the file names in English and the fairy language.Decorative wire mesh
Artemis selected his own file by touching the plasma screen’s transparent covering. The file glowed orange, then expanded to fill this e screen. Artemis saw himself in Fowl Manor, sitting at his desk in the study.
‘Greetings,“ said the screen Artemis. ”How nice for you to see me. Doubtless, this will be the first intelligent conversation you have had for some time.“
The real Artemis smiled. “Correct,” he replied.
‘I paused for a second there,“ continued the screen Artemis. ”To give you a chance to respond, thus qualifying this as a conversation. There will be no more pausing, as time is limited. Captain Holly Short is downstairs being distracted by Juliet, but doubtless she will check on me soon.
We depart for Chicago presently to deal with Mr.
Jon Spiro, who has stolen something from me. The price of fairy assistance in this matter is a mind wipe. All memories of the People will be erased forever, unless I leave a message for my future self, thus prompting recall. This is that message. The following video footage contains specific details of my involvement with the Fairy People. I hope this information will get those brain cell pathways sparking again.“
Artemis rubbed his forehead. The vague mysterious flashes persisted. It seemed as though his brain was ready to rebuild those pathways. All he needed was the right stimulus.
‘In conclusion,“ said the screen Artemis. ”I would like to wish you, myself, the best of luck. And welcome back.“
The next hour passed in a blur. Images flashed from the screen, adhering to empty spaces in Artemis’s brain. Each memory felt right the instant Artemis processed it.
Of course, he thought. This explains everything. I had the mirrored contact lenses made so I could lie to the fairies and hide the existence of this journal. I fixed Mulch Diggums’s search warrant so that he could return the disk to me.Decorative wire mesh
Butler looks older because he is older; the fairy healing in London saved his life, but cost him fifteen years.
The memories were not all proud ones. I kidnapped Captain Short. I imprisoned Holly. How could I have done that?
He could not deny it any longer. This was all true. Everything that his eyes had seen was real. The fairies existed and his life had been intertwined with theirs for more than two years. A million images sprouted in his consciousness, rebuilding electric bridges in his brain. They strobed behind his eyes in a confusing display of color and wonder. A lesser mind than Artemis’s could have been utterly exhausted, but the Irish boy was exhilarated.
I know it all now, he thought. I beat Koboi before, and I will do it again. This determination was fuelled by sadness. Commander Root is gone. Koboi took him from his People.
Artemis had known this earlier, but now it meant something.
There was one other thought, more persistent than the rest.
It crashed into his mind like a tsunami.
I have friends? thought Artemis Fowl the Second.
I have friends.
Artemis emerged from the bathroom a different person. Physically, he was still battered, bruised, and exhausted, but emotionally he felt prepared for everything that lay ahead. If a body language analyst had studied him at that moment, they would have observed his relaxed shoulders and open palms, and would have concluded that this was, psychologically speaking, a more welcoming and trustworthy individual than the one who had entered the bathroom an hour since.Decorative wire mesh
The shuttle was parked in a secondary chute off the beaten track, and the occupants were at the mess table. A selection of LEP field ration packs had been torn open and devoured. The biggest pile of foil packs was stacked in front of Mulch Diggums.
Mulch glanced at Artemis and noticed the change immediately. “About time you got your head in order,” grunted Mulch, struggling from his chair.
‘I need to get into that bathroom urgently.“
‘Nice to see you too, Mulch,“ said Artemis, stepping aside to allow the dwarf past.
Holly froze, a sachet of juice halfway to her mouth. “You remember him?”
Artemis smiled. “Of course, Holly. We have known each other for more than two years.”
Holly jumped from her chair and clasped Artemis by the shoulders. “Artemis. It’s great to see the real you. The gods know we need Artemis Fowl right now.”
‘Well, he’s here and ready for duty, Captain.“
‘Do you remember everything?“
‘Yes. I do. And first of all, let me apologize for that consultant Business. That was very rude. Please forgive me.“
‘But what made you remember?“ asked the elf.
‘Don’t tell me a visit to the bathroom jogged your memory.“
‘Not exactly.“ Artemis held up the computer disk. ”I gave this to Mulch. It is my video diary. He was supposed to return it to me upon his release from prison.“
Holly shook her head. “That’s not possible.
Mulch was searched by experts. The only thing you gave him was the gold medallion.“
Artemis angled the disk so it caught the light.
‘Of course“ groaned Holly, slapping her forehead. “You passed off that disk as the gold medallion. Very clever.”
Artemis shrugged. “Genius, actually. It seems merely clever in hindsight, but the original idea was pure genius,”
Holly cocked her head. “Genius. Of course. Believe it or not I actually missed that smug grin.”
Artemis took a breath. “I am so sorry about Julius. I know our relationship was a rocky one, but I had nothing but respect and admiration for the commander.”
Holly wiped her eyes with the heels of her hands.
She said nothing, just nodded. If Artemis needed another reason to go after Opal Koboi, the sight of the elfin captain so disturbed was it.Decorative wire mesh
Butler ate the contents of a field ration pack in one mouthful. “Now that we’re all reacquainted, we should try to track Opal Koboi down. It’s a big world.”
Artemis waved his fingers dismissively. “No need. I know exactly where our would-be murderer is. Like all megalomaniacs, she has a tendency to show off.” He crossed to a plastic computer keyboard on the wall and called up a map of Europe.
‘I see your Gnommish has come back to you,“ sniffed Holly.
‘Of course,“ said Artemis, enlarging part of the map. ”Opal revealed a little bit more of her plan than she knew. She let two words slip, though one would have been sufficient. She said that her human name was to be Belinda Zito. Now, if you wished to lead the humans to the Fairy People, who better to have adopt you than the renowned billionaire environmentalist Giovanni Zito?“
Holly crossed the shuttle deck to the screen.
‘And where would we find Dr. Zito?“
Artemis tapped a few keys, zooming in on Sicily. “At his world-famous Earth Ranch. Right there in the Messina province,” he said.
Mulch stuck his head out of the bathroom. The rest was mercifully hidden behind the door.
‘Did I hear you talking about a Mud Man named Zito?“
Holly turned toward the dwarf, then kept right on turning. “Yes. So what? And for heaven’s sake close the door.”
Mulch pulled the door so only a crack remained. “I was just watching a bit of human television in here, as you do. Well there’s a Zito person on CNN. Do you think it’s the same person?”
Holly grabbed a remote control from the desktop. “I really hope not,” she said. “But I’d bet my life it is.”
A group of scientists appeared on the screen.
They were gathered in what looked like a prefabricated laboratory, and each wore a white coat. One stood out from the rest. He was in his mid-forties, with tanned skin, strong handsome features, and long, dark hair curling over his collar. He wore rimless glasses and a lab coat. A striped Versace shirt protruded from beneath his white lapels.
‘Giovanni Zito,“ said Artemis.Decorative wire mesh
‘It is incredible, really,“ Zito was telling a reporter in slightly accented English. ”We have sent crafts to other planets, and yet we have no idea what lies beneath our feet. Scientists can tell us the chemical makeup of Saturn’s rings, but we don’t honestly know what lies at the center of our own planet.“
‘But probes have been sent down before,“ said the reporter, trying to pretend he hadn’t just picked up this knowledge from his earpiece.
‘Yes,“ agreed Zito. ”But only to a depth of about nine miles. We need to get through to the outer core itself, almost two thousand miles down. Imagine if the currents of liquid metal in the outer core could be harnessed. There’s enough free energy in that metal to power mankind’s machines forever.“
The reporter was skeptical. At least, the real scientist speaking in his earpiece told him to be skeptical. “But this is all speculation, Dr. Zito. Surely a voyage to the center of the earth is nothing but a fantasy? Possible only in the pages of science fiction.“
A brief flash of annoyance clouded Giovanni Zito’s features. “This is no fantasy, sir, I assure you. This is no fantastical voyage. We are sending an unmanned probe, bristling with sensors. Whatever is down there. We will find it.”
The reporter’s eyes widened in panic as a particularly technical question came over his earpiece. He listened for several seconds, mouthing the words as he heard them.
‘Dr. Zito, eh… This probe you are sending down, I believe it will be encased in one hundred million tons of molten iron at about five and a half thousand degrees Celsius. Is that correct?“
‘Absolutely,“ confirmed Zito.Decorative wire mesh
The reporter looked relieved. “Yes. I knew that. Anyway, my point is, it would take several years to gather so much iron. So why did you ask us here today?”
Zito clapped his hands excitedly. “This is the wonderful part. As you know the core probe was a long-term project. I had planned to accumulate the iron over the next ten years. But now, laser drilling has revealed a deep orebody of hematite, iron ore, on the bottom edge of the crust right here in Sicily. It’s incredibly rich, perhaps eighty- five percent iron. All we need to do is detonate several charges inside that deposit and we have our molten iron. I have already secured the mining permits from the government.”
The reporter asked the next question all on his own.
‘So, Dr. Zito, when do you detonate?“
Giovanni Zito removed two thick cigars from his lab coat pocket. “We detonate today,” he said, passing a cigar to the reporter. “Ten years early. This is a historic moment.” Zito opened the office curtains, revealing a fenced-off area of scrubland below the window. A metallic section of piping protruded from the earth in the center of the three-foot-square enclosure. As they watched, a crew of workmen clambered from the piping, moving hurriedly away from the opening.
Wisps of gaseous coolant spiraled from the pipe. The men climbed into a golf trolley and exited the compound. They took shelter in a concrete bunker at the perimeter.
‘There are several megatons of TNT buried at strategic points inside the orebody,“ explained Zito. ”If this was detonated on the surface, it would cause an earthquake measuring seven on the Richter scale.“
The reporter swallowed nervously. “Really?”
Zito laughed. “Don’t worry. The charges are shaped. The blast is focused down and in. The iron will be liquefied and begin its descent to the earth’s core, carrying the probe with it. We will feel nothing.”
‘Down and in ??? all you’re sure about that?“
‘positive,“ said Zito. ”We are perfectly safe here.“
On the wall behind the Italian doctor, a speaker squawked three times. “Dottore Zito,” said a gruff voice. “All clear.Decorative wire mesh
All clear.“
Zito picked a black remote detonator from the desk.
‘The time has come,“ he said dreamily. He looked straight into the camera. ”My darling Belinda, this is for you.“
Zito pressed the button and waited, wide eyed. The room’s other occupants, the dozen or so scientists and technicians, turned anxiously to various readout panels and monitors.
‘We have detonation,“ announced one.
Sixteen yards belowground, forty-two shaped charges exploded, simultaneously liquefying one hundred and eighteen million tons of iron. The rock content was pulverized and absorbed by the metal.
A pillar of smoke blew out of the cylindrical opening, but there was no detectable vibration.
‘The probe is functioning at one hundred percent,“ said a technician.
Zito breathed out. “That was our big worry.
Even though the probe is designed for exactly these conditions, the world has never seen this kind of explosion before.“ He turned to another lab worker.
‘Any movement?“
The man hesitated before answering. “Yes, Dr. Zito. We have vertical movement. Sixteen feet per second. Exactly as you hypothesized.“
Below the earth’s crust, a behemoth of iron and rock began its painstaking descent toward the earth’s core. It chugged and churned, bubbling and hissing, prying apart the mantle below it. Inside the molten mass, a grapefruit- sized probe continued to broadcast data.
Spontaneous euphoria erupted in the laboratory. Men and women hugged each other.
Cigars were lit and champagne corks popped.
Someone even pulled out a violin.Decorative wire mesh
‘We are on our way,“ shouted a jubilant Zito, lighting the reporter’s cigar. ”Man is going to the center of the earth. Look out below!“
In the stolen LEP shuttle, Holly froze the picture. Zito’s triumphant features were spread across the screen.
‘Look out below,“ she repeated glumly. ”Man is coming to the center of the earth.“
The moods in the shuttle ranged from glum to desolate. Holly was taking it especially hard. The entire fairy civilization was under threat yet again, and this time Commander Root wasn’t around to meet the challenge. Not only that, but since the LEP pursuit pods had blown out their communications, there was no way to warn Foaly about the probe.
‘I have no doubt he already knows,“ said Artemis.
‘That centaur monitors all the human news channels.“
‘But he doesn’t know that Opal Koboi is giving Zito the benefit of her fairy knowledge.“ She pointed at Giovanni’s image on the screen.
‘Look at his eyes. The poor man has been mesmerized so many times that his pupils are actually ragged.“
Artemis stroked his chin thoughtfully. “If I know Foaly, he’s been monitoring this project since its initiation. He probably already has a contingency plan.”
‘I’m sure he has. A contingency plan for a crackpot scheme in ten years’ time that will probably never work.“
‘Of course,“ agreed Artemis. ”As opposed to a scientifically viable scheme, right now, that has every chance of succeeding.“
Holly headed for the cockpit. “I have to turn myself in, even if I am a murder suspect.
There is more at stake here than my future.“
‘Steady on,“ objected Mulch. ”I broke out of prison for you. I have no desire to be shoved back in again.“
Artemis stepped in front of her. “Wait a minute, Holly. Think about what will happen if you do turn yourself in.”
‘Artemis is right,“ added Butler. ”You should think about this. If the LEP is anything like human police forces, fugitives are not exactly welcomed with open arms. Open cell doors, maybe.“
Holly forced herself to stop and think, but it was difficult. Every second she waited was another second for the giant iron slug to eat its way through the mantle.Decorative wire mesh
‘If I give myself up to Internal Affairs, I will be taken into custody. As an LEP officer, I can be held for seventy- two hours without counsel. As a murder suspect I can be held for up to a week. Even if someone did believe that I was completely innocent, and that Opal Koboi was behind all this, it would still take at least eight hours to get clearance for an operation. But in all likelihood, my claims would be dismissed as the standard protests of the guilty. Especially with you three backing up my story. No offense.“
‘None taken,“ said Mulch.
Holly sat down, cradling her head in her hands. “My world is utterly gone. I keep thinking there will be a way back, but things just keep spinning farther and farther out of control.”
Artemis placed a hand on her shoulder.
‘Courage, Captain. Ask yourself, what would the commander do?“ backslash Holly took three deep breaths, then sprang from her seat, back stiff with determination. ”Don’t you try to manipulate me, Artemis Fowl. I make my own decisions. Even so, Julius would take care of Opal Koboi himself. So that’s what we’re going to do.“
‘Excellent,“ said Artemis. ”In that case, we will need a strategy.“
‘Right. I’ll fly the shuttle; you put that brain of yours to work and come up with a plan.“
‘Each to his own,“ said the boy. He sat in one of the shuttle’s chairs, gently massaged his temples with his fingertips, and began to think.Decorative wire mesh