Free TRUE NAMES by Vernor Vinge

“And all the time he’s been the Mailman. The last person we would suspect, the Mailman’s first victim.”

    DON rolled forward half a meter, his motors keening, his hydraulic fists raised. But he did not deny what Mr. Slippery said. After a moment he seemed to relax. “You are very … clever. But then, you two have had help; I never thought you and the cops would cooperate. That was the one combination that had any chance against the ‘Mailman.’” He smiled, a familiar automatic twitch. “But don’t you see? It’s a combination with lethal genes. We three have much more in common than you and the government.
    “Look around you. If we were warlocks before, we are gods now. Look!” Without letting the center of their attention wander, the two followed his gaze. As before, the myriad aspects of the lives of billions spread out before them. But now, many things were changed. In their struggle, the three had usurped virtually all of the connected processing power of the human race. Video and phone communications were frozen. The public data bases had lasted long enough to notice that something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. Their last headlines, generated a second before the climax of the battle, were huge banners announcing GREATEST DATA OUTAGE OF ALL TIME. Nearly a billion people watched blank data sets, feeling more panicked than any simple power blackout could ever make them. Already the accumulation of lost data and work time would cause a major recession.
    “They are lucky the old arms race is over, or else independent military units would probably have already started a war. Even if we hand back control this instant, it would take them more than a year to get their affairs in order.” DON.MAC smirked, the same expression they had seen the day before when he was bragging to the Limey. “There have been few deaths yet. Hospitals and aircraft have some standalone capability.”
    Even so … Mr. Slippery could see thousands of aircraft stacked up over major airports from London to Christchurch. Local computing could never coordinate the safe landing of them all before some ran out of fuel.
    “We caused all that — with just the fallout of our battle,” continued DON. “If we chose to do them harm, I have no doubt we could exterminate the human race.” He detonated three warheads in their silos in Utah just to emphasize his point. With dozens of video eyes, in orbit and on the ground, Mr. Slippery and Erythrina watched the destruction sweep across the launch sites. “Consider: how are we different from the gods of myth? And like the gods of myth, we can rule and prosper, just so long as we don’t fight among ourselves.” He looked expectantly from Mr. Slippery to Erythrina. There was a frown on the Red One’s dark face; she seemed to be concentrating on their opponent just as fiercely as ever.
    DON.MAC turned back to Mr. Slippery. “Slip, you especially should see that we have no choice but to cooperate.
They know your True Name
. Of the three of us, your life is the most fragile, depending on protecting your body from a government that now considers you a traitor. You would have died a dozen times over during the last thousand seconds if you hadn’t used your new powers.
    “And you can’t go back. Even if you play Boy Scout, destroy me, and return all obedient — even then they will kill you. They know how dangerous you are, perhaps even more dangerous than I. They can’t afford to let you exist.”
    And megalomania aside, that made perfect and chilling sense. As they were talking, a fraction of Mr. Slippery’s attention was devoted to confusing and obstructing the small infantry group that had been air-dropped into the Arcata region just before the government lost all control. Their superiors had realized how easily he could countermand their orders, and so the troops were instructed to ignore all outside direction until they had destroyed a certain Roger Pollack. Fortunately they