The Breach - Ghost Country - Deep Sky

facts this time: that the Breach exists, and that the VLIC created it. After that, all the information they need is there for the taking. The specs on the VLIC were published in Scientific American five years before we finished building it.”
    The vice president spoke up. “Russia developing its own Breach is problematic, but—”
    “Russia, China, India, North and South Korea, Israel, Germany, France, Britain, Japan, Saudi Arabia,” Campbell said. “Probably a few more I’m leaving out. Count on each of them to have it up and running inside of ten years. Our VLIC took a decade to build with Department of Energy funding. DOD would’ve gotten it done in half that time, and we should expect the same urgency in all of these countries.” He waved his own copy of the object report in front of him. “You want all their most generous defense contractors fucking around with this kind of stuff?”
    Even years later, Campbell would lie awake wondering if one calculated use of the word fuck had saved the world. Certainly something in those few hundred words had struck a nerve, because the conversation tipped at that fulcrum and never managed to tip back. He’d aimed for their fears, that was all. He’d aimed for their fears and hit.
    In the end, the president turned the inevitable question back to Campbell. What alternative approach did he propose?
    Campbell had an answer. Take away the incentive for any other country to waste resources creating its own Breach. Share this one with all of them. Hold a secret summit with the leaders of these nations and their most respected scientists—but not their military-industrial tycoons. Be straight with them. Be upfront. Set in stone the only policy with a chance of avoiding chaos: the Breach should be overseen by a single organization loyal to the world as a whole and to no nation in particular. Let this group be composed of people with impeccable backgrounds in science and ethics—real ethics of human needs and liabilities, not the limited scope of any one culture’s religious morality. Let no one actively seek to join; anyone craving that much responsibility should never be trusted with it. Instead identify excellent candidates and recruit them. The member nations should protect and finance this group, but none should control it. Not even America.
    “But the Breach is on our soil,” the defense secretary said. “We paid for what created it.”
    “All the more legitimate our stance will be,” Campbell said. “Look, to whatever extent we flex our egos over this thing, we increase the chance of some other superpower saying, ‘Forget it, we’ll make our own.’ Once one of them does that, others will follow. The only way to prevent it is to be evenhanded. Think about it: wouldn’t we be grateful if one of them did the same, if one of their research facilities had accidentally generated this thing?”
    “I don’t believe any other country would do that,” the president said.
    “I don’t either,” Campbell said. “Which is why history will think so highly of you.”
    The debate didn’t quite end that day, but over the spring and summer of 1978, nearly every decision ultimately went Campbell’s way. The group that would oversee the Breach was designated Tangent. Its objectives were simple: to organize and study everything that emerged; to draw scientific insight—if possible—from those observations and advance human knowledge; to prevent the Breach from ever becoming a wishbone between opposing parties.
    And it worked.
    For a while.
    “My father’s strongest ally in the fight to create Tangent was a man named Aaron Pilgrim,” Paige said. “He was the president’s chief science advisor, and also one of the founders of the original VLIC project. Like my father, he went on to become one of Tangent’s highest-ranking decision makers, and was generally considered the smartest member of the organization. He was exceptionally good at figuring out the purposes of the strange and unique entities that came out of the Breach. In time, those were brought to Aaron Pilgrim first, by default.”
    She paused. Stared out into the harsh sunlight on the plains.
    “The Whisper came through in the summer of 1989. It had an attachment that kept it separate from its key, at first. But even switched off, it was dangerous as hell. The key only turns on the intelligence; the self-destructive aspect of it is always on. The first person who held it barehanded murdered two lab