"How really un.o.bservant some men are," said Anti loftily. "I antic.i.p.ated our little journey and prepared for it. If you look closely, you will notice I have on a special surgery robe. It"s the only thing in the Solar System that will fit me. It"s fabricated from a spongelike substance and holds enough acid to last me about thirty-six hours."
She grasped a rail and propelled herself toward the corridor. Normally that was a s.p.a.cious pa.s.sageway. For her it was a close fit.
Satellites, one glowing and the other swinging in an eccentric orbit, followed after her.
Nona was standing before the instrument panel when they came back.
There was an impressive array of dials, lights and levers in front of her, but she wasn"t interested in these. A single small dial, separate from the rest, held her complete attention. She seemed disturbed by what she saw or didn"t see. Disturbed or excited, it was difficult to say which.
Anti stopped. "Look at her. If I didn"t know she"s a freak like the rest of us, the only one, in fact, who was born that way, it would be easy to hate her--she"s so disgustingly normal."
Normal? True and yet not true. Surgical techniques that could take a body apart and put it back together again with a skill once reserved for the repair of machines had made beauty commonplace. No more sagging muscles, wrinkles; even the aged were attractive and youthful-seeming until the day they died. No more ill-formed limbs, misshapen bodies. Everyone was handsome or beautiful. No exceptions.
None to speak of, at least.
The accidentals didn"t belong, of course. In another day most of them would have been candidates for a waxworks or the formaldehyde of a specimen bottle.
Nona fitted neither category; she wasn"t a repair job. Looking at her closely--and why not?--she was an original work as far from the normal in one direction as Anti, for example, was in the other.
"Why is she staring at the little dial?" asked Anti as the others slipped past her and came into the compartment. "Is there something wrong with it?" She shrugged. "I would be interested in the big dials.
The ones with colored lights."
"That"s Nona." Docchi smiled. "I"m sure she"s never been in the control room of a rocket before, and yet she went straight to the most curious thing in it. She"s looking at the gravital indicator. Directly behind it is the gravital unit."
"How do you know? Does it say so?"
"It doesn"t. You have to be trained to recognize it, or else be Nona."
Anti dismissed that intellectual feat. "What are you waiting for? You know she can"t hear us. Go stand in front of her."
"How do I get there?" Docchi had risen a few inches from the floor, now that Jordan had released him from his grip.
"A good engineer would have enough sense to put on magneslippers. Nona did." Anti grasped his jacket. How she was able to move was uncertain.
The tissues that surrounded the woman were too vast to permit the perception of individual motions. Nevertheless, she proceeded to the center of the compartment, and with her came Docchi.
Nona turned before they reached her.
"My poor boy," sighed Anti. "You do a very bad job of concealing your emotions, if that"s what you"re trying to do. Anyway, stop glowing like a rainbow and say something."
"h.e.l.lo," said Docchi.
Nona smiled at him, though it was Anti that she came to.
"No, not too close, child. Don"t touch the surgery robe unless you want your pretty face to peel off like a plastiwrapper."
Nona stopped; she said nothing.
Anti shook her head hopelessly. "I wish you would learn to read lips or at least recognize written words. It"s so difficult to communicate with you."
"She knows facial expressions and actions, I think," said Docchi.
"She"s good at emotions. Words are a foreign concept to her."
"What other concepts does anyone think with?" asked Anti dubiously.
"Maybe mathematical relationships," answered Docchi. "Though she doesn"t. They"ve tested her for that." He frowned. "I don"t know what concepts she does think with. I wish I did."
"Save some of that worry and apply it to our present situation," said Anti. "The object of your concern doesn"t seem to be interested in it."
That was true. Nona had wandered back and was staring at the gravital indicator again. What she saw to hold her attention was a puzzle.
In some ways she seemed irresponsible and childlike. That was an elusive thought, though: whose child? Not really, of course. Her parents were obscure technicians and mechanics, descendants of a long line of mechanics and technicians. The question he had asked himself was this: where and how does she belong? He couldn"t answer.
With an effort Docchi came back to reality. "We appealed to the Medicouncil," he said. "We asked for a ship to go to the nearest star.
It would have to be a rocket, naturally. Even allowing for a better design than any we now have, the journey would take a long time, forty or fifty years going and the same length of time back. That"s entirely too long for a normal, but it wouldn"t matter to a biocompensator."
"Why a rocket?" interrupted Jordan. "Why not some form of gravity drive?"
"An attractive idea," admitted Docchi. "Theoretically, there"s no limit to gravity drive except light speed, and even that"s not certain. If it would work, the time element could be cut to a fraction. But the last twenty years have proved that gravity drives won"t work at all outside the Solar System. They function very poorly even when the ship is as far out as Jupiter"s...o...b..t."
"I thought the gravity drive on a ship was nearly the same as the gravital unit on the asteroid," said Jordan. "Why won"t they function?"
"I don"t know why," answered Docchi impatiently. "If I did, I wouldn"t be marooned on Handicap Haven. Arms or no arms, biocompensator or not, I"d be the most important scientist on Earth."
"With a mult.i.tude of pretty women competing for your affections,"
added Anti.
"I think he"d settle for one. A certain one," suggested Jordan.
"Poor, unimaginative boy," said Anti. "In my youth...."
"We"ve heard about your youth," said Jordan.
"Youth and love are long since past, for both of you. Talk about them privately if you want, but not now." Docchi glowered at them.
"Anyway," he resumed, "gravity drive is out. One time they had hopes for it, but no longer. It should be able to drive this ship. Actually, its sole function is to provide an artificial gravity _inside_ the ship, for pa.s.senger comfort. So rocket ship it is. That"s what we asked for. The Medicouncil refused. Therefore we"re going to appeal to a higher authority."
"Fine," said Anti. "How?"
"We"ve discussed it," answered Docchi. "Ultimately the Medicouncil is responsible to the Solar Government. And in turn--"
"All right, I"m in favor of it," said Anti. "I just wanted to know."
"Mars is closer," continued Docchi. "But Earth is the seat of government. As soon as we get there...." He stopped suddenly and listened.
Anti listened with him and waited until she could stand it no longer.
"What"s the matter?" she asked. "I don"t hear anything."
Jordan leaned forward in his seat and looked at the instrument panel.