"I hope you don"t mind if I don"t get up," she continued, a little ruefully. "I"m not very good at walking yet. They just delivered this today, and I haven"t had much practice in it yet."
"It?" he said, sitting heavily down on his bunk and staring at her. "How-what-"
"Do you like it?" she asked, pathetically eager for his approval. He wasn"t sure what he was supposed to approve of-the body?
"How could I not not like it-you-" His head was spinning as badly as it had a few hours ago. "Tia, what on earth like it-you-" His head was spinning as badly as it had a few hours ago. "Tia, what on earth is is this?" this?"
She blinked, and giggled. "I keep forgetting. You know all that bonus money we"ve been getting? I kept investing it, then reinvesting the profits in Moto-Prosthetics. But when we got back here, I was thinking about something Doctor Kenny told me, that they had the capability to make a body like this, but that there was no way to put a naked brain in it, and there was so much much data-transfer needed to run it that the link could only be done at very short distances." data-transfer needed to run it that the link could only be done at very short distances."
"Oh." He couldn"t help but stare at her; this was his dream, his daydream-his- Never mind.
"Anyway," she continued, blithely unaware that she had stunned him into complete silence, "it seemed to me that the body would be perfect for a brainship, I mean, we"ve got all the links already, and it wouldn"t be any harder to control a body from inside than a servo. But he was already an investor, and he told me it wasn"t likely they"d ever build a body like that, since there was no market for it, because it would cost as much as a brainship contract buy-out."
"But how-"
She laughed aloud. "That was why I took all my share of the bonuses and bought more stock! I bought a controlling interest, then I told them to build me a body! I don"t need a buy-out-I don"t really want a buy-out-not since the Inst.i.tute decided to give us the EsKay homeworld a.s.signment."
He shook his head. "That simple? It hardly seems possible... didn"t they argue?"
"They were too happy that I was letting them keep their old jobs," she told him cynically. "After all, as controlling stockholder, I had the right to fire them all and set up my own Board of Directors. But I have to tell you the funniest thing!"
"What"s that?" he asked.
Her hands caressed Theodore"s soft fur. "Word of what I was doing leaked out, and now there is is a market! Did you have any idea how many sh.e.l.lpersons there are who"ve earned a buy-out, but didn"t have any place to go with it, because they were happy with their current jobs?" a market! Did you have any idea how many sh.e.l.lpersons there are who"ve earned a buy-out, but didn"t have any place to go with it, because they were happy with their current jobs?"
He shook his head, dumbly.
"Not too many ships," she told him, "but a lot of sh.e.l.lpersons running installations. Lots of them. And there were a lot of inquiries from brainships, too-some of them saying that they"d be willing to skip a buy-out to have a body! Moto-Prosthetics even got a letter of protest from some of the Advocates!"
"Why?" he asked, bewildered. "Why on earth would they care?"
"They said that we were the tools of the BB program, that we had purposely put this "mechanical monster" together to tempt brainships out of their buy-out money." She tilted her head to one side, charmingly, and frowned. "I must admit that angle had never occurred to me. I hope that really isn"t a problem. Maybe I should have Lars and Lee Stirling look into it for me."
"Tia," he managed, around the daze surrounding his thoughts, "what is this "mechanical monster" of yours?"
"It"s a cybernetic body, with a wide-band comlink in the extreme shortwave area up here." She tapped her forehead. "What"s different about it is that it"s using sh.e.l.lperson tech to give me full sensory input from the skin as well as output to the rest. My range isn"t much outside the ship, but my techs at Moto are working on that. After all, when we take the Prime Team out to the EsKay homeworld, I"m going to want to join the dig, if they"ll let me. What with alloys and silicates and carbon-fibers and all, it"s not much heavier than you are, even though it outma.s.ses a softperson female of this type by a few kilos. Everything Everything works, though, full sensory and well-everything. Like a softperson again, except that I don"t get muscle fatigue and I can shut off the pain-sensors if I"m damaged. That was why I took Ted out; I wanted to feel him, to hug him again." works, though, full sensory and well-everything. Like a softperson again, except that I don"t get muscle fatigue and I can shut off the pain-sensors if I"m damaged. That was why I took Ted out; I wanted to feel him, to hug him again."
She just sat there and beamed at him, and he shook his head. "But why?" he asked, finally.
She blinked, and then dropped her eyes to the bear. "I-probably would have gone for a buy-out, if it hadn"t been for you," she said shyly. "Or maybe a Singularity Drive, except that CenSec decided that maybe they"d better give me one and threw it in with the repairs. But-I told you, Alex. You"re the most special person in my life. How could I know this was possible, and not not do it for-for both of us?" do it for-for both of us?"
He dared to touch her then, just one finger along her cheek, then under her chin, raising her eyes to meet his. There was nothing about those lucent eyes that looked mechanical or cold; nothing about the warmth and resiliency of the skin under his hand that said "cybernetic."
"You gave up your chance of a buy-out for me-for us?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Someone very wise once said that the chance for happiness was worth giving up a little freedom for. And really, between the Advocates and everybody, they really can"t make make us do anything we don"t want to." us do anything we don"t want to."
"I guess not." He smiled, and she smiled back. "You do realize that you"ve actually done the BB program two favors, don"t you?"
"I have?" She blinked again, clearly bewildered.
"You"ve given sh.e.l.lpersons something else else to do with their buy-out money. If they don"t have Singularity Drives, they"ll to do with their buy-out money. If they don"t have Singularity Drives, they"ll want want those first-and those first-and then then they"ll want one of these." He let go of her chin and tapped her cheek playfully. "Maybe more than one. Maybe one of each s.e.x, or in different body types. Some brainships may never buy out. But the other problem-you"ve solved fixation, my clever lady." they"ll want one of these." He let go of her chin and tapped her cheek playfully. "Maybe more than one. Maybe one of each s.e.x, or in different body types. Some brainships may never buy out. But the other problem-you"ve solved fixation, my clever lady."
She nodded after a moment. "I never thought of that. But you"re right! If you have a body, body, someone to be with and-ah-everything-you won"t endanger the sh.e.l.lperson. And if it"s just an infatuation based on the dream instead of the reality-well-" someone to be with and-ah-everything-you won"t endanger the sh.e.l.lperson. And if it"s just an infatuation based on the dream instead of the reality-well-"
"Well, after a few rounds with the body, it will cool off to something manageable." He chuckled. "Watch out, or they"ll give you a bonus for that one, too!"
She laughed. "Well, I won"t take it as a buy-out! Maybe I"ll just build myself a second body! After all, if we aren"t going to be exploring the universe like a couple of holo-heroes, we have the time to explore things a little-closer to hand. Right?"
She posed, coyly, looking at him flirtatiously over her shoulder. He wondered how many of her entertainment holos she"d watched to find that that pose. "So, what would you like, Alex? A big, blond Valkyrie? An Egyptian queen? A Nubian warrior-maid? How about a Chinese princess or-" pose. "So, what would you like, Alex? A big, blond Valkyrie? An Egyptian queen? A Nubian warrior-maid? How about a Chinese princess or-"
"Let"s learn about what we have at hand, shall we?" he interrupted, sliding closer to her and taking her in his arms. Her head tilted up towards his, her eyes shining with antic.i.p.ation. Carefully, gently, he took the bear out of her hands and placed him on the shelf above the foot of the bed, as her arms slid around his waist, cautiously, but eagerly.
"Now," he breathed, "about that exploration..."
-END-
Partnership
by Anne McCaffrey & Margaret Ball
CHAPTER ONE.
To ordinary human ears the slight crackle of the speaker being activated would have been almost inaudible. To Nancia, all her sensors fine-tuned for this signal, it sounded like a trumpet call. Newly graduated and commissioned, ready for service-and apprehensive that she would not be able to live up to her family"s high Service traditions-she"d had little to do but wait.
He"s coming aboard now, she thought in the split second of waiting for the incoming call. And then, as the unmistakable gravelly voice of CenCom"s third-shift operator rasped across her sensors, disappointment flooded her synapses and left her dull and heavy on the launching pad. She"d been so sure that Daddy would find time to visit her, even if he hadn"t been able to attend the formal graduation of her cla.s.s from Laboratory Schools. she thought in the split second of waiting for the incoming call. And then, as the unmistakable gravelly voice of CenCom"s third-shift operator rasped across her sensors, disappointment flooded her synapses and left her dull and heavy on the launching pad. She"d been so sure that Daddy would find time to visit her, even if he hadn"t been able to attend the formal graduation of her cla.s.s from Laboratory Schools.
"XN-935, how soon can you be ready to lift?"
"I completed my test flight patterns yesterday," Nancia replied. She was careful to keep her voice level, monitoring each output band to make sure that no hint of her disappointment showed in the upper frequencies. CenCom could perfectly well have communicated with her directly, via the electronic network that linked Nancia"s ship computers with all other computers in this subs.p.a.ce-and via the surgically installed synaptic connectors that linked Nancia"s physical body, safe behind its t.i.tanium sh.e.l.l, with the ship"s computer-but it was a point of etiquette among most of the operators to address brainships just as they would any other human being. It would have been rude to send only electronic instructions, as if the brainships were no more human than the AI-controlled drones carrying the bulk of Central Worlds" regular traffic.
Or so the operators claimed. Nancia privately thought that their insistence on voice-controlled traffic was merely a way to avoid the embarra.s.sing comparison between their sense-limited communication system and a brainship"s capabilities of multi-channel communication and instantaneous response.
In any case, it was equally a point of pride among sh.e.l.lpersons to demonstrate the control over their "voices" and all other external comm devices that Helva had shown to be possible, nearly two hundred years ago. Nancia knew herself to lack the fine sense of musical timing and emphasis that had made Helva famous throughout the galaxy as "The Ship Who Sang," but this much, at least, she could do; she could conceal her disappointment at hearing CenCom instead of a direct transmission from Daddy to congratulate her on her commissioning, and she could maintain a perfectly professional facade throughout the ensuing discussion of supplies and loading and singularity points.
"It"s a short flight," CenCom told her, and then paused for a moment. "Short for you, you, that is. By normal FTL drive, Nyota ya Jaha is at the far end of the galaxy. Fortunately, there"s a singularity point a week from Central that will flip you into local s.p.a.ce." that is. By normal FTL drive, Nyota ya Jaha is at the far end of the galaxy. Fortunately, there"s a singularity point a week from Central that will flip you into local s.p.a.ce."
"I do do have full access to my charts of known decomposition s.p.a.ces," Nancia reminded CenCom, allowing a tinge of impatience to color her voice. have full access to my charts of known decomposition s.p.a.ces," Nancia reminded CenCom, allowing a tinge of impatience to color her voice.
"Yes, and you can read them in simulated 4-D, can"t you, you lucky stiff!" CenCom"s voice showed only cheerful resignation at the limitations of a body that forced him to page through bulky books of graphs and charts to verify the mapping Nancia had already created as an internal display: a sequence of three-dimensional s.p.a.ces collapsing and contorting about the singularity point where local subs.p.a.ce could be defined as intersecting with the subs.p.a.ce sector of Nyota ya Jaha. At that point Nancia would be able to create a rapid physical decomposition and restructuring of the local s.p.a.ces, projecting herself and her pa.s.sengers from one subs.p.a.ce to the other. Decomposition s.p.a.ce theory allowed brainships like Nancia, or a very few expensive AI drones equipped with metachip processors, to condense the major part of a long journey into the few seconds they spent in Singularity. Less fortunate ships, lacking the metachips or dependent upon the slow responses of a human pilot who lacked Nancia"s direct synaptic connections to the computer, still had to go through long weeks or even months of conventional FTL travel to cover the same distance; the ma.s.sive parallel computations required in Singularity were difficult even for a brainship and impossible for most conventional ships.
"Tell me about the pa.s.sengers," Nancia requested. When they came aboard, presumably one of her pa.s.sengers would have the datahedron from Central specifying her destination and instructions, but who knew how much longer she would have to wait before the pa.s.sengers boarded? She hadn"t even been invited to choose a brawn yet; that would surely take a day or two. Besides, picking CenCom"s brains for information on her a.s.signment was better than waiting in tense expectation of her family"s visit. They would certainly come to see her off...wouldn"t they? All through her schooling she had received regular visits from one family member or another-mostly from her father, who made a point of how much time he was taking from his busy schedule to visit her. But Jinevra and Flix, her sister and brother, had come too, now and then; Jinevra less often, as college and her new career in Planetary Aid administration took up more and more of her time.
None of them had attended Nancia"s formal graduation, though; no one from the entire, far-flung, wealthy House of Perez y de Gras had been there to hear the lengthy list of honors and awards and prizes she"d gained in the final, grueling year of her training as a brainship.
It wasn"t enough, Nancia thought. Nancia thought. I was only third in my cla.s.s. If I"d placed first, if I"d won the Daleth Prize I was only third in my cla.s.s. If I"d placed first, if I"d won the Daleth Prize....No good would come of brooding over the past. She knew that Jinevra and Flix had grown up and had their own lives to lead, that Daddy"s crowded schedule of business and diplomatic meetings didn"t leave him much time for minor matters like school events. It really wasn"t important that he hadn"t come to see her graduate. He would surely make time for a personal visit before liftoff; that was what really counted. And when he did come, he should find her happy and busy and engaged in the work for which she had trained. "About the pa.s.sengers?" she reminded CenCom.
"Oh, you probably know more about them than I do," the CenCom operator said with a laugh. "They"re more your sort of people than mine. High Families," he clarified. "New graduates, I gather, off to their first jobs."
That was nice, anyway. Nancia had been feeling just a bit apprehensive at the thought of having to deal with some experienced, high-ranking diplomatic or military pa.s.sengers on her first flight. It would be pleasant to carry a group of young people just like her-well, not just just like her, Nancia corrected with a trace of internal amus.e.m.e.nt. They would be a few years older, maybe nineteen or twenty to her sixteen; everybody knew that softpersons suffered from so many hormonal changes and sensory distractions that their schooling took several years longer to complete. And they would be softpersons, with limited sensory and processing capability. Still, they"d all be heading off to start their careers together; that was a significant bond. like her, Nancia corrected with a trace of internal amus.e.m.e.nt. They would be a few years older, maybe nineteen or twenty to her sixteen; everybody knew that softpersons suffered from so many hormonal changes and sensory distractions that their schooling took several years longer to complete. And they would be softpersons, with limited sensory and processing capability. Still, they"d all be heading off to start their careers together; that was a significant bond.
She absently recorded CenCom"s continuing instructions while she mused on the pleasant trip ahead. "Nyota ya Jaha"s a long way off by FTL," he told her unnecessarily. "I expect somebody pulled some strings to get them a Courier Service ship. But it happens to be convenient for us too, being in the same subs.p.a.ce as Vega, so that"s all right."
Nancia vaguely remembered something about Vega subs.p.a.ce in the news. Computer malfunctions...why would that make the newsbeams? There must have been something important about it, but she"d received only the first bits of the newsbyte before a teacher canceled the beam, saying something severe about the inadvisability of listening to upsetting newsbytes and the danger of getting the younger sh.e.l.lpeople upset over nothing. Oh, well, Nancia thought, now that she was her own ship she could scan the beams for herself and pick up whatever it had been about Vega later. For now, she was more interested in finding out what CenCom knew about her newly a.s.signed pa.s.sengers.
"Overton-Glaxely, del Parma y Polo, Armontillado-Perez y Medoc, de Gras-Waldheim, Hezra-Fong," CenCom read off the list of ill.u.s.trious High Family names. "See what I mean?"
"Umm, yes," Nancia said. "We"re a cadet branch of Armontillado-Perez y Medoc, and the de Gras-Waldheims come in somewhere on my mother"s side. But you forget, CenCom, I didn"t exactly grow up in those circles myself."
"Yes, well, your visitor will probably be able to give you all the latest gossip," CenCom said cheerfully.
"Visitor!" Of course he came to see me off. I never doubted it for an instant, "Request just came in while I was looking up the pa.s.senger list. Sorry, I forgot to route it to you. Name of Perez y de Gras. Being a family member, they told him to go right on out to the field. He"ll be at the launching pad in a minute."
Nancia activated her outside sensors and realized that it was almost night...not that the darkness made any difference to her, but her infrared sensors picked up only the outline of a human form approaching the ship; she couldn"t see Daddy"s face at all. And it would be rude to turn on a spotlight. Oh, well, he"d be there any minute. She opened her lower doors in silent welcome.
CenCom"s voice was an irritation now, not a welcome distraction. "XN? I asked if you can lift off within two hours. Your provision list is more than adequate for a short voyage, and these pampered brats are kvetching about having to wait around on base."
"Two hours?" Nancia repeated. That wouldn"t give her much time for a visit-well, be realistic; it was probably more time than Daddy could spare. But there were other problems with leaving so soon. "Are you out of your mind? I haven"t even picked a brawn yet!" She intended to get to know the available brawns over the next few days before choosing a partner. The selection process was not something to be rushed through, and she certainly didn"t want to waste the precious minutes of Daddy"s visit choosing a brawn!
"Don"t you young ships ever catch the newsbeams? I told you Vega. Remember what happened to the CR-899? Her brawn"s stranded on his home planet-Vega 3.3."
"What a dreary way to name their planets," Nancia commented. "Can"t they think of any nice names?"
"Vegans are...very logical," CenCom said. "The original group of settlers were, anyway-the ones who went out by slowship, before FTL. I gather the culture evolved to an extremely rigid form during the generations born on shipboard. They don"t make a lot of allowances for human frailty, little things like names being easier to remember than strings of numbers."
"Makes no difference to me, me," Nancia said smugly. Her memory banks could encode and store any form of information she needed.
"You should get along just great with the Vegans," CenCom told her. "Anyway, this brawn is out in Vegan subs.p.a.ce, no ship, nothing in the vicinity but a couple of old FTL drones. OG Shipping ought to be able to divert their metachip drone from Nyota, but as usual, we can"t contact the manager. So it"s either waste months of Caleb"s service term by sending him home FTL, or provide our own transport. You"re it. You can drop off your friends and relations on the planets around Nyota ya Jaha-I"ll transmit a databurst of your orders after we get through chatting-and then proceed to Vega 3.3 to pick up your first brawn. Very neat organization. Psych records suggest the two of you ought to make a great team."
"Oh, they do, do they?" said Nancia. She had her own opinion of the Psych branch of Central and the intrusive tests and questionnaires with which they bombarded sh.e.l.lpersons, and she had no intention of being hustled by Central into forgoing her right to choose a brawn just because some sh.e.l.ltapper in a white coat thought they knew how to pick a man for her-and because she was a convenient free ride for a brawn who"d already lost one ship. Nancia was about to turn up her beam to CenCom and favor the operator with a few choice words on the subject when she felt her visitor stepping aboard. Well, there"d be time for that argument later; she could think about it on the way out. Agreeing to transport the CR-899"s stranded brawn back to Central wouldn"t commit her to a permanent partnership, and when she returned from this voyage she"d have plenty of time to choose her next brawn...and to tell Psych what they could do with their personality profiles.
Meanwhile, her visitor had ignored the open lift doors in favor of climbing the stairs to the central cabin, taking the last steps two at a time; Daddy made a point of keeping in shape. Nancia activated her stairway sensors and speakers simultaneously.
"Daddy, how nice of you-"
But the visitor was Flix, not Daddy. At least, from what Nancia could see of his face behind the enormous basket of flowers and fruit, she a.s.sumed it was her little brother: spiky red hair in an old-fashioned punk crown, one long peac.o.c.k"s feather dangling from the right earlobe, fingertips callused from hours of synthcom play. It was her little brother, all right.
"Flix." She could keep her vocal registers level, to conceal her disappointment; but she couldn"t for the life of her think of any words to add.
""S"okay," Flix said, his voice coming slightly m.u.f.fled from the stack of Calixtan orchids and orange Juba apfruits that threatened to topple over him from the insecurely stacked basket. Nancia slid out a tray from a waist-level cabinet just in time. Flix staggered into the tray, dropped the basket on it and sat backwards on the floor with a look of mild surprise. Two glowing orange apfruits fell off the towering display and rolled towards Nancia"s command console, revealing a bottle of Sparkling Hereot in the center of the basket. "Know you"d rather have Daddy. Or Jinevra. Somebody worthy of the honor you do House Perez y de Gras. You deserve "em, too," he added after a sprawling dive to retrieve the Juba apfruits. "Deserve a bra.s.s marching band and a red carpet instead of this thing." He brushed one hand across the soft nap of the sand-colored, standard-issue synthorug with which Nancia"s internal living areas were carpeted.
"You-you really think I didn"t disgrace the House?" Nancia asked. She had had been wondering if that was why n.o.body had come to see her graduated and commissioned. Daddy had always spoken of her graduation with the words, "When you win the Daleth-" And she hadn"t done that. been wondering if that was why n.o.body had come to see her graduated and commissioned. Daddy had always spoken of her graduation with the words, "When you win the Daleth-" And she hadn"t done that.
Flix turned his head toward the t.i.tanium column and gave Nancia the same disbelieving, slightly contemptuous look he"d bestowed on the beige synthorug. "Stupid," he mourned. "Only member of the family I can stand to talk to, our Nancia; only one who doesn"t give me hours of grief about giving up my synthcomposing for a Real Career, and it turns out she has worse problems than a few little malfunctioning organs. If you hadn"t been popped into your sh.e.l.l at birth I"d suspect you were dropped on your head as a baby. Of course Of course you"ve done the House proud, Nancia, what do you think? Third in academics and first in Decom Theory and taking so many special awards they had to restructure the graduation ceremony to make time for your presentations-" you"ve done the House proud, Nancia, what do you think? Third in academics and first in Decom Theory and taking so many special awards they had to restructure the graduation ceremony to make time for your presentations-"
"How did you know about that?" Nancia interrupted.
Flix looked away from the t.i.tanium column. Of course she could still see his expression perfectly well from her floor-level sensors, but it would have been rude to remind him of that. He looked embarra.s.sed enough as it was. "Had a copy of the program," he mumbled. "Meant to show up, as long as I happened to be on Central anyway, but...well, I met these two girls when I was doing a synthcom gig in the Pleasure Palace, and they taught me how to mix Rigellian stemjuice with Benedictine to make this wonderful fizzy drink, and...well, anyway, I didn"t wake up until the graduation ceremony was about over."
He scowled at the carpet for a moment longer, then brightened up. "Another thing I like about you, Nancia, you"re the only relative I"ve got who won"t burst into a long diatribe about how I could lower myself by playing synthcom at the Pleasure Palace. Of course, I don"t suppose you have any idea what those places are like. Still, neither does Great Aunt Mendocia, and that doesn"t stop her her from sounding off." from sounding off."
He got to his feet and began pulling things out of the basket. "So...since I was unavoidably detained at the Pleasure Palace... and Jinevra"s off at the tail end of nowhere investigating a Planetary Aid fraud, and Daddy"s in a meeting, I thought I"d just drop by while you were waiting for a.s.signment and we"d have a little private party."
"What meeting?" Nancia asked before she could stop herself. "Where?"
Flix looked up from the basket, surprised. "Huh?"
"You said our father was in a meeting."
"Yes, well, isn"t he always? No, No, I don"t know where; it"s just a logical deduction. You know how full his dayplanner program is. Y"know, I often wondered," Flix rattled on as he unpacked the basket, "just how the three of us got born. Well, conceived, anyway. Do you suppose he sent Mother a memo? I don"t know where; it"s just a logical deduction. You know how full his dayplanner program is. Y"know, I often wondered," Flix rattled on as he unpacked the basket, "just how the three of us got born. Well, conceived, anyway. Do you suppose he sent Mother a memo? Please come by my office this morning. Can work you in between ten and ten-fifteen. Bring sheets and pillow. Please come by my office this morning. Can work you in between ten and ten-fifteen. Bring sheets and pillow." He reached the bottom of the basket and pulled out two scratched and faded datahedra. "There! I know you think I"m a selfish b.a.s.t.a.r.d, bringing fruit and champagne to somebody who doesn"t eat or drink, but actually I have covered all contingencies. These are my latest synthcompositions-here, I"ll drop them in your reader. Background music for the party, and you can play them on the trip to entertain yourself.
As the jangling sounds of Flix"s latest experimental composition rang out in the cabin, he held up a third datahedron and smiled. Unlike the first two well-worn hedra, this was a glittering shape with a slick commercial laser-cut finish that spattered rainbows of light across the cabin. "And here-"
"Let me guess," Nancia interrupted. "You"ve finally found somebody to make a commercial cut of your synthcompositions."
Flix"s smile dimmed perceptibly. "Well, no. Not exactly. Although," he said, brightening, "I do know this girl who knows a chap who used to date a girl who did temporary office work for the second VP of Sound Studios, so there are are distinct possibilities in the offing. But this is something quite different. This," he said, sounding almost reverent, "is the new, improved, vastly more sophisticated version of s.p.a.cED OUT, not due for public release until the middle of next month, and I won"t tell you what I had to do to get it." distinct possibilities in the offing. But this is something quite different. This," he said, sounding almost reverent, "is the new, improved, vastly more sophisticated version of s.p.a.cED OUT, not due for public release until the middle of next month, and I won"t tell you what I had to do to get it."
Nancia waited for him to tell her what the thing was about, but Flix paused and beamed as if he was expecting some immediate reaction from her. her.
"Well?" he said after a few seconds. His spiky red hair began to droop around the edges.
"I"m sorry," Nancia confessed, "but I have no idea what you"re talking about."
Flix shook his head mournfully. "Never heard of s.p.a.cED OUT? What do do they teach them at these academies? No, no, don"t tell me." He held up one hand in protest. "I know. Decomposition theory and subs.p.a.ce astrogation and metachip design and a lot of other things that make my head hurt. But I do think they could have let you have a little time off to play games." they teach them at these academies? No, no, don"t tell me." He held up one hand in protest. "I know. Decomposition theory and subs.p.a.ce astrogation and metachip design and a lot of other things that make my head hurt. But I do think they could have let you have a little time off to play games."
"We did did play," Nancia told him. "It was in the schedule. Two thirty-minute periods daily of free play to improve synapse/tool coordination and gross propulsion skills. Why, I used to love playing Stall and PowerSeek when I was in my baby sh.e.l.l!" play," Nancia told him. "It was in the schedule. Two thirty-minute periods daily of free play to improve synapse/tool coordination and gross propulsion skills. Why, I used to love playing Stall and PowerSeek when I was in my baby sh.e.l.l!"
Flix shook his head again. "All very improving, I"m sure. Well, this this game"-he grinned-"is absolutely, one hundred percent guaranteed game"-he grinned-"is absolutely, one hundred percent guaranteed not not to improve your mind. In fact, Jinevra claims playing s.p.a.cED OUT can cause irreversible brain damage!" to improve your mind. In fact, Jinevra claims playing s.p.a.cED OUT can cause irreversible brain damage!"
"It can?" Nancia slid her reader slots shut with a click as Flix approached. "Look, Flix, I"m not sure-"
"Consider our big sister," Flix said with his sunniest smile. "Go ahead, just call up an image from her last visit. Don"t you think anything she disapproves of must be worth a try?" her last visit. Don"t you think anything she disapproves of must be worth a try?"
Nancia projected a lifesize Jinevra on the screen that filled the center wall of the cabin. Her sister might have been standing beside Flix. Trim and perfect as ever, from the hem of her navy blue Planetary Technical Aid uniform to the smooth dark hair that fell perfectly straight to just the regulation 1/4 inch distance from her starched white collar, she was the pattern of reproach to every disorderly element in the universe. Nancia couldn"t remember just what had caused the disapproving glint in Jinevra"s eyes or the tight, pinched look at the corners of her mouth at the moment this image had been stored, but in this projection she seemed to be glaring right at Flix. One of the red spikes of his retro-punk hair crown wilted under the withering gaze of the projection.