Technically, the advantage came because each side thought it benefitted from the exchange, by an amount depending on the ration of perceived threat removed to the perceived protection lost.
This led to gradual reductions. Purely defensive weapons did not enter into the thousand-point count, so there was no restraints in building them.
The confidence engendered by this slow, evolutionary approach had done much to calm international waters. The U.S. and the USSR had settled into a begrudging equilibrium.
MC355 puzzled over these facts for a long while, trying to match this view of the world with the onset of the war. It seemed impossible that either superpower would start a conflict when they were so evenly matched.
But someone had.
SUSAN
I had to go with Gene, and they said I could ride up in the cab, but I yelled at themI yelled, no, I had to be with the T-Isolate all the time, check it to see its workin right, be sure, I got to be sure.
I climbed on and rode with it, the fields rippling by us cause Bud was going too fast, so I shouted to him, and he swore back and kept on. Heading south. The trees whipping by usfierce sycamore, pine, all swishing, hitting me sometimesbut it was fine to be out and free again and going to save Gene.
I talked to Gene when we were going fast, the tires humming under us, big tires making music swarming up into my feet so strong I was sure Gene could feel it and know I was there watching his heart jump every few minutes, moving the blood through him like mud but still carrying oxygen enough sos the tissue could sponge it up and digest the sugar I bled into him.
He was good and cold, just a half a degree high of freezing. I read the sensors while the road rushed up at us, the white lines coming over the horizon and darting under the hood, seams in the highway going stupp, stupp, stupp, the air clean and with a snap in it still.
Nobody beside the road we moving all free, nobody but us, some buds on the trees brimming with burnt-orange tinkling songs, whistling to me in the feather-light brush of blue breezes blowing back my hair, all streaming behind joyous and loud strong liquid-loud.
BUD
Flooding was bad. Worse than upstream.
Must have been lots snow this far down. Fat clouds, I saw them when it was worst, fat and purple and coming off the Gulf. Dumping snow down here.
Now it run off and taken every bridge.
I have to work my way around.
Only way to go clear is due south. Toward Mobile.
I dont like that. Too many people maybe there.
I dont tell the others following behind, just wait for them at the intersections and then peel out.
Got to keep moving.
Saves talk.
People around here must be hungry.
Somebody see us could be bad.
I got the gun on a rack behind my head. Big .30-30. You never know.
MC 355
From collateral data, MC355 constructed a probable scenario: The U.S. chose to stand fast. It launched no warheads.
The USSR observed its own attack and was dismayed to find that the U.S. orbital defense system worked more than twice as well as the Soviet experts had anticipated. It ceased its attack on U.S. satellites. These had proved equally ineffective, apparently due to unexpected American defenses of its surveillance satellitesretractable sensors, multiband shielding, advanced hardening.
Neither superpower struck against the inhabited space colonies. They were unimportant in the larger context of a nuclear war.
Communications between Washington and Moscow continued. Each side thought the other had attacked first.
But over a hundred megatons had exploded on U.S. soil, and no matter how the superpowers acted thereafter, some form of nuclear winter was inevitable.
And by a fluke of the defenses, most of the warheads that leaked through fell in a broad strip across Texas to the tip of Florida.
MC355 lay buried in the middle of this belt.
TURKEY
We went through the pine forests at full clip, barely able to keep Bud in sight, I took over driving from Ackerman. The man couldnt keep up, we all saw that.
The crazy woman was waving and laughing, sitting on top of the coffin-shaped gizmo with the shiny tubes all over it.
The clay was giving way now to sandy stretches, there were poplars and gum trees and nobody around. Thats what scared me. Id thought people in Mobile would be spreading out this way, but we seen nobody.
Mobile had shelters. Food reserves. The Lekin administration started all that right at the turn of the century, and there was sposed to be enough food stored to hold out a month, maybe more, for every man jack and child.
Sposed to be.
MC 355
It calculated the environmental impact of the warheads it knew had exploded. The expected fires yielded considerable dust and burnt carbon.
But MC355 needed more information. It took one of its electric service cars, used for ferrying components through the corridors, and dispatched it with a mobile camera fixed to the back platform. The car reached a hill overlooking Mobile Bay and gave a panoramic view.
The effects of a severe freezing were evident. Grass lay dead, gray. Brown, withered trees had limbs snapped off.
But Mobile appeared intact. The skyline
MC355 froze the frame and replayed it. One of the buildings was shaking.
ANGEL
We were getting all worried when Bud headed for Mobile, but we could see the bridges were washed out, no way to head east. A big wind was blowing off the Gulf, pretty bad, making the car slip around on the road. Nearly blew that girl off the back of Buds truck. A storm coming, maybe, right up the bay.
Be better to be inland, to the east.
Not that I wanted to go there, though. The bomb had blowed off everythin for twenty, thirty mile around, people said who came through last week.
Bud had thought hed carve a way between Mobile and the bomb area. Mobile, he thought, would be full of people.
Well, not so we could see. We came down State 34 and through some small towns and turned to skirt along toward the causeway, and there was nobody.
No bodies, either.
Which meant probly the radiation got them. Or else theyd moved on out. Taken out by ship, through Mobile harbor, maybe.
Bud did the right thing, didnt slow down to find out. Mr. Ackerman wanted to look around, but there was no chance, we had to keep up with Bud. I sure wasnt going to be separated from him.
We cut down along the river, fighting the wind. I could see the skyscrapers of downtown, and then I saw something funny and yelled, and Turkey, who was driving right thenthe only thing anybodys got him to do on this whole trip, him just loose as a goose behind the wheelTurkey looked sour but slowed down. Bud seen us in his rearview and stopped, and I pointed and we all got out. Except for that Susan, who didnt seem to notice. She was mumbling.
MC 355
Quickly it simulated the aging and weathering of such a building. Halfway up, something had punched a large hole, letting in weather. Had a falling, inert warhead struck the building?
The winter storms might well have flooded the basement; such towers of steel and glass, perched near the tidal basin, had to be regularly pumped out. Without power, the basement would fill in weeks.
Winds had blown out windows.
Standing gap-toothed, with steel columns partly rusted, even a small breeze could put stress on the steel. Others would take the load, but if one buckled, the tower would shudder like a notched tree. Concrete would explode off columns in the basement. Moss-covered furniture in the lobby would slide as the gound floor dipped. The structure would slowly bend before nature.
BUD
Sounded like gunfire. Rattling. Sharp and hard.
I figure it was the bolts connecting the steel wall panelstheyd shear off.
I could hear the concrete floor panels rumble and crack, and spandrel beams tear in half like giant gears clashing with no clutch.
Came down slow, leaving an arc of debris seeming to hang in the air behind it.
Met the ground hard.
Slocum Towers was the name on her.
JOHNNY
Against the smashing building, I saw something standing still in the air, getting bigger. I wondered how it could do that. It was bigger and bigger and shiny turning in the air. Then it jumped out of the sky at me. Hit my shoulder. I was looking up at the sky. Angel cried out and touched me and held up her hand. It was all red. But I couldnt feel anything.
BUD
Damn one-in-a-million shot, piece of steel thrown clear. Hit the boy.
You wouldnt think a skycraper falling two miles away could do that.
Other pieces come down pretty close, too. You wouldnt think.
Nothing broke, Susan said, but plenty bleeding.
Little guy dont cry or nothing.
The women got him bandaged and all fixed up. Ackerman and Turkey argue like always. I stay to the side.
Johnny wouldnt take the painkiller Susan offers. Says he doesnt want to sleep. Wants to look when we get across the bay. Getting hurt dont faze him much as it do us.
So we go on.
JOHNNY
I can hold up like any of them, Ill show them. It didnt scare me. I can do it.
Susan is nice to me, but except for the aspirin, I dont think my mom would want me to take a pill.
I knew we were getting near home when we got to the causeway and started across. I jumped up real happy, my shoulder made my breath catch some. I looked ahead. Bud was slowing down.
He stopped. Got out.
Cause ahead was a big hole scooped out of the causeway like a giant done it when he got mad.
BUD
Around the shallows there was scrap metal, all fused and burnt and broken.
Funny metal, though. Hard and light.
Turkey found a piece had writing on it. Not any kind of writing I ever saw.
So I start to thinking how to get across.
TURKEY
The tidal flats were a-churn, murmuring ceaseless and sullen like some big animal, the yellow surface dimpled with lunging splotches that would burst through now and then to reveal themselves as trees or broken hunks of wood, silent dead things bobbing along beside them that I didnt want to look at too closely. Like under there was something huge and alive, and it waked for a moment and stuck itself out to see what the world of air was like.
Bud showed me the metal piece all twisted, and I say, Thats Russian, right away cause it was.
You never knew no Russian, Angel says right up.
I studied it once, I say, and it be the truth even if I didnt study it long.
Goddamn, Bud says.
No concern of ours, Mr. Ackerman says, mostly because all this time riding back with the women and child and old me, he figures he doesnt look like much of a leader anymore. Bud wouldnt have him ride up there in the cabin with him.
Angel looks at it, turns it over in her hands, and Johnny pipes up, It might be radioactive!
Angel drops it like a shot. What!
I ask Bud, You got that counter?
And it was. Not a lot, but some.
God amighty, Angel says.
We got to tell somebody! Johnny cries, all excited.
You figure some Rooshin thing blew up the causeway? Bud says to me.
One of their rockets fell on it, musta been, I say.
A bomb? Angels voice is a bird screech.
One that didnt go off. Headed for Mobile, but the space boys, they scragged it up there I pointed straight up.
Set to go off in the bay? Angel says wonderingly.
Musta.
We got to tell somebody! Johnny cries.
Never you mind that, Bud says. We got to keep movin.
How? Angel wants to know.
SUSAN
I tell Gene how the water clucks and moans through the trough cut in the causeway. Yellow. Scummed with awful brown froth and growling green with thick soiled gouts jutting up where the road was. It laps against the wheels as Bud guns the engine and creeps forward, me clutching to Gene and watching the reeds to the side stuck out of the foam like metal blades stabbing up from the water, teeth to eat the tires, but we crush them as we grind forward across the shallow yellow flatness. Bud weaves among the stubs of warped metalfrom Roosha, Johnny calls up to mesticking up like trees all rootless, suspended above the streaming, empty, stupid waste and desolating flow.
TURKEY
The water slams into the truck like it was an animal hitting with a paw. Bud fights to keep the wheels on the mud under it and not topple over onto its side with that damn casket sitting there shiny and the loony girl shouting to him from on top of that.
And the rest of us riding in the back, too, scrunched up against the cab. If she gets stuck, we can jump free fast, wade or swim back. Were reeling out rope as we go, tied to the stump of a telephone pole, for a grab line if we have to go back.
He is holding it pretty fine against the slick yellow current dragging at him, when this log juts sudden out of the foam like it was coming from God himself, dead at the truck. A rag caught on the end of it like a mans shirt, and the huge log is like a whale that ate the man long ago and has come back for another.
No! No! Angel cries. Back up! But theres no time.
The log is two hands across, easy, and slams into the truck at the side panel just behind the driver, and Bud sees it just as it stove in the steel. He wrestles the truck around to set off the weight, but the wheels lift and the water goes gushing up under the truck bed, pushing it over more.
We all grab onto the Isolate thing or the truck and hang there, Mr. Ackerman giving out a burst of swearing.