wanted to radiate all the Hab planets between us and the Sims?â
The story at the time of the coup was that the president had ordered the Human Defense Force to render a large number of Hab planets unlivable, creating a kind of astral firebreak that would divert the Sims from the human-Âoccupied planets. It was hard to know what was true and what wasnât because the planâs alleged authors were all dead, but theyâd reputedly dubbed it the âHead âem Offâ plan. His father and the new Emergency Senate had ridiculed it as the âHead in the Sand Planâ just before presenting their own âHead Onâ strategy to the public. Head On had committed all of mankind to battling the Sims for every Hab planet, no matter where they were found, until the Sim home world could be located and destroyed.
âHe didnât tell me anything. Like I said, I was ten.â Mortas had given that response so many times over the years that it came out as a reflex, even in his dream. The sad truth was that heâd gotten the same explanation as the rest of humanity, right from his fatherâs mouth, and that he distrusted the man so completely that heâd automatically dismissed the explanation. For a time, heâd believed he and his sister Ayliss were the only Âpeople outside the Emergency Senate who even suspected the story was a lie.
âAnd you never asked? Never wondered about those dirty rumors? You know, the ones about a whole bunch of generals and colonels dying in combat right around the time the president was getting the chop, even though half of them werenât anywhere near the war zones?â
âDid you say rumor? Thereâs a rumor about your sister too, Dassa. Should I believe that as well?â
âI donât have a sister. And Iâm not going to get one, not now anyway. My dad was an aide to one of those generals, but he was on leave when the Purge happened. Somehow they missed him, but they remembered him a year ago.â
The dream shifted from reality at this point. In reality Mortas had jumped up, fearing the boy meant to attack him in some twisted act of revenge. Heâd whipped Dassa soundly, beating him straight into the old rug before throwing him down the stairs. Emile Dassa had disappeared from the school infirmary that very night, and Mortas had never summoned the courage to ask what had happened to him. But here, in the dream, he stayed in his chair and kept on talking with the other boy, saying things heâd never said in real life.
âThey killed those generals and colonels because they were going to carry out the presidentâs orders and wreck a hundred habitable worlds. Which means your dad was working for a fool. Any idiot could see that plan wasnât going to hold off the Sims.â
âStill donât get it, do you? There never was a âHead âem Offâ plan. There was just a bunch of really frightened politicians who knew what we were actually up against out there, who were going to tell everyone that the Sims arenât the real enemy. That theyâre a front, just a great big clever smokescreen. That we donât stand a chance against whateverâs backing them. And that would have ended the war.â
Emile dissolved into a blonde-Âhaired, blue-Âeyed woman in the uniform of the Veterans Auxiliary, the organization that handled everything from rehabilitation to retirement for the Forcemembers returned from the war. Mortasâs sleeping mind wondered how his sister Ayliss could be at the prep school of his teen years when sheâd only recently joined the Auxiliary, but her character picked up the thread where Emile had left off.
âSome Âpeople see the war as a struggle for survival, but some others see it as a struggle for power. And I donât mean power over the Sims. I mean power over humanity. Thatâs why Father and his friends killed the president and his cabinet
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