Kill Decision(38)
“And if there’s not enough for everyone, who gets to live? Who gets to reproduce? How is that decided in the wild?”
“We need to aspire to being more than just animals—because unlike animals humans have the capacity to destroy the earth. In fact, we’re already destroying it—and what you’re doing isn’t helping.”
Odin glowered at her. “It’s not necessary that you like me, Professor. But I can tell you from personal experience that every population has a criminal element—people who will do anything to gain and keep power. Whoever’s behind this, they are such people, and they’re building a robot army that will follow their every command. I’d like your help in stopping them.”
She stared at him, then finally turned away. It had felt good to vent, but that didn’t change the reality of her situation. “So what are you, then? CIA?”
“I told you, we can’t discuss what I am.”
“You’re asking that I blindly follow orders. I’m not allowed to know from whom—and you’ve already lied to me. What you’re asking is that I be an obedient machine. Isn’t that what you’re trying to stop?”
He gritted his teeth in frustration.
“This is a matter of trust. I don’t trust you, Odin. You’ve given me no reason to trust you. How do I even know you’re who you say you are?” She gestured to the office around her. “And as if the U.S. military has never done anything immoral or unethical. Convince me. Convince me, or throw me in prison—because I’m not going to help someone I don’t trust.”
He ran his hand through his long, unruly hair. “Christ, you’re a piece of work. The file said you’d be difficult.” He exhaled in irritation. “Fine. We’re an elite intelligence unit of the U.S. Army.”
“Special Forces.”
“No. Special Forces is publicly acknowledged to exist. We don’t officially exist.”
“Delta Force . . .”
“Look, no. Not Delta Force. That’s a counterterrorism unit. We go in before them. Alone and quietly. We uncover the reality on the ground. That’s all I’m trying to do, Professor.”
McKinney eyed him suspiciously. “What’s your rank?”
“What does it matter?”
“I want to know who I’m dealing with.”
“I’m a master sergeant.”
“They sent a sergeant? I would have thought that tracking down the drones attacking America would have rated at least a lieutenant.”
“What is this, a class thing?”
“No, but it occurs to me that officers go to officer training school, where they presumably learn how to manage groups of people and complex operations—where they learn ethics. I mean, I study bugs, and I went to school for half my life.”
“For your information, I gave up all possibility of promotion to serve in this unit. Everyone in my unit is a sergeant—and we’ll stay sergeants our entire career.”
She was confused.
“Commissioned officers receive their commission from the Congress. That means the civilian government is answerable for their conduct. Noncommissioned officers answer only to the military high command. Our rank has to do with government exposure.”
“Meaning you skip around the globe breaking laws, and they’ll disown you if you’re caught.”
“Meaning I’m the guy who has to solve problems whether there’s an international legal framework for them or not. And for drones, there is not.”
McKinney felt convinced he was telling the truth, if only because the answer made her mad. “No uniforms, apparently.”
“Blending in is what we do.”
“Did it ever occur to you that the presence of American units like yours in foreign countries is precisely what’s causing these drone attacks against us?”
“And you really think the world would be a peaceful place if we left it alone?”
“I wasn’t arguing that the world is filled with unicorns and rainbows. I’ve spent a decade in the Third World. I’m no stranger to corruption and lawlessness in places like Africa. In fact, I’m godmother to a boy whose father was murdered by ivory poachers. So, I get that civil society needs to be defended by people with guns—but those people cannot be above the law. And you just described to me why you’re a sergeant—in order to better skirt international laws.”
“Okay. You don’t trust your government. But if you think drones in American hands are frightening, imagine them controlled by North Korea, or Burma, or narco-traffickers, or Dominionists, or AT&T. If you want to lobby for some international legal framework for these machines,more power to you—but until you civilians sort this shit out, I and my team have to deal with it. It’s not a fucking theory with me, okay? I’m concerned about whether humans will be combatants on future battlefields, or just targets. It matters a whole goddamned lot to me, maybe even more than it does to you, so I’d appreciate you setting aside your objections and pitching the fuck in.”