"I was very good with planter viruses in those days. A skill that even now isn"t much called for in procedures with humans, since alterations are still illegal." He chuckled, because everyone knew that there was a lively business in tailored human babies in various places around the world, and that skill in gene alteration was in more demand than ever. That was almost certainly Volescu"s real business, and the Netherlands was one of the safest places to practice it.
But as Petra listened to him, she became more and more uneasy. Volescu was lying about something. The change in his manner had been slight, but after spending months observing every tiny nuance in Achilles"s demeanor, simply as a matter of survival, she had turned herself into a very precise observer of other people. The signs of deception were there. Energized speech, overly rhythmic, too jovial. Eyes that kept darting away from theirs. Hands that wouldn"t stop touching his coat, his pencil.
What would he be lying about?
It was obvious, once she thought about it.
There was no test. Back when he created Bean, Volescu had simply introduced the planter virus that was supposed to alter all the cells of the embryos, and then waited to see if any embryos lived, and which of the survivors had been successfully altered. It happened that they all survived. But not all of them necessarily had Anton"s Key.
Maybe that was why, of all the nearly two dozen babies, only Bean escaped.
Maybe Bean was the only one in whom the alteration was successful. The only one with Anton"s Key. The only one who was so preternaturally intelligent that he was able, at one year of age, to realize there was danger, climb out of his ba.s.sinet, get himself inside a toilet tank, and actually stay alive there until the danger pa.s.sed.
That had to be Volescu"s lie. Maybe he had developed a test since then, but that was unlikely. Why would he imagine he"d need it? But he said that he had such a test so he could... could do what?
Start his experiment again. Take their leftover embryos, and instead of discarding the ones with Anton"s Key, he"d keep them all and raise them and study them. This time it wouldn"t be just one out of two dozen who had the enhanced intelligence and the shortened lifespan. This time, the genetic odds suggested a fifty-fifty distribution of Anton"s Key among the embryos.
So now Petra had a decision to make. If she said out loud what she was so certain of in her mind, Bean would probably realize she was right and the entire deal would be off. If Volescu had no way to test, it was certain n.o.body else did. Bean would refuse to have children at all.
So if she was to have Bean"s child, Volescu had to be the one to do it, not because he had a test for Anton"s Key, but because Bean believed he did.
But what about the other embryos? They would be her children, too, growing up as the slaves, the experimental subjects of a man like this, completely without morals.
"Of course you know," said Petra, "that you won"t do the actual implantation."
Since Bean had never heard this wrinlde in their plans, he was no doubt surprised-but, being Bean, he showed nothing, merely smiled a bit to show that she was speaking for both of them. Such trust. She didn"t even feel guilty that he trusted her so much at a moment when she was working so hard to deceive him. She may not be doing what he thought that he wanted, but she knew she was doing what he really desired, deep down in his genes.
Volescu showed surprise, however. "But... what do you mean?"
"Forgive me," said Petra, "but we will stay with you through the entire fertilization process, and we will watch as every fertilized embryo is taken to the Women"s Hospital. where they will be under hospital security until the implantation takes place."
Volescu"s face reddened. "What do you accuse me of?"
"Of being the man you have already proven yourself to be."
"Many years ago, and I paid my debt."
Bean understood now-enough, at least, to join in, his tone of voice as light and cheerful as Petra"s. "We have no doubt of that, but of course we want to make sure we don"t have any of our little embryos with Anton"s Key waking up to some unpleasant surprises in a room full of children, as I did once."
Volescu rose to his feet. "This interview is over."
Petra"s heart sank. She shouldn"t have said anything at all. Now there would be no implantation and Bean would discover...
"So we proceed to extract the eggs?" asked Bean. "The time is right, I believe. That"s why we made the appointment for this day."
Volescu looked at him sharply. "After you insulted me?"
"Come now, Doctor," said Bean. "You take the eggs from her, and then I make my donation. That"s how salmon do it. It"s really quite natural. Though I"d like to skip the swim upstream, if I can."
Volescu eyed him for a long moment, then smiled his tight little smile. "My little half-nephew Julian has such a sense of humor."
Petra waited, hardly wanting to breathe, definitely not wishing to speak, though a thousand words raced through her head.
"All right, yes, of course you can protect the fertilized embryos however you want. I understand your... lack of trust. Even though I know it is misplaced."
"Then while you and Petra do whatever it is you"re going to do," said Bean, "I"ll call for a couple of couriers from the fertility center at Women"s Hospital to come and await the embryos and take them to be frozen."
"It will be hours before we reach that stage," said Volescu.
"We can afford to pay for their time," said Petra. "And we don"t want any chance of slipups or delays."
"I will have to have access to the embryos again for several hours, of course," said Volescu. "In order to separate them and test them."
"In our presence," said Petra. "And the fertility specialist who is going to implant the first one."
"Of course," said Volescu with a tight smile. "I will sort them out for you, and discard the-"
"We will discard and destroy any that have Anton"s Key," said Bean.
"That goes without saying," said Volescu stiffly.
He hates these rules we"ve sprung on him, thought Petra. She could see it in his eyes, despite the calm demeanor. He"s furious. He"s even... embarra.s.sed, yes. Well, since that"s probably as close as he"s ever come to feeling shame, it"s good for him.While Petra was examined by the staff doctor who would do the implantation, Bean saw to hiring a security service. A guard would be on duty at the embryo "nursery," as the hospital staff charmingly called it, all day, every day. "Since you"re the one who first started being paranoid," Bean told Petra, "I have no choice but to outparanoid you."
It was a reliet actually. During the days before the embryos were ready for implantation, while Volescu was no doubt trying frantically to devise some nondestructive procedure that he could pretend was a genetic test, Petra was glad not to have to stay in the hospital personally watching over the embryos the whole time.
It gave her a chance to explore the city of Bean"s childhood. Bean, however, seemed determined to visit only the tourist sites and then get back to his computer She knew that it made him nervous to stay in one city for so long, especially because for the first time, their whereabouts were known to another person whom they did not trust. It was doubtful Volescu knew any of their enemies. But Bean insisted on changing hotels every day, and walking blocks from their hotel in order to hail a taxi, so that no enemy could set an easy trap for them.
He was evading more than his enemies, though. He was also evading his past in this city. She scanned a city map and found the area that Bean was clearly avoiding. And the next morning, after Bean had chosen the first cab of the day, she leaned forward and gave the taxi driver directions.
It took Bean only a few moments to realize where the cab was going. She saw him tense up. But he did not refuse to go or even complain about her having compelled him. How could he? It would be an admission that he was avoiding the places he had known as a child. A confession of pain and fear.
She was not going to let him pa.s.s the day in silence, however "I remember the stories you"ve told me," she said to him, gently. "There aren"t many of them, but still I wanted to see for myself. I hope it"s not too painful for you. But even if it is, I hope you"ll bear it. Because someday I"ll want to tell our children about their father. And how can I tell the stories if I don"t know where they took place?"
After the briefest pause, Bean nodded.
They left the cab and he took her through the streets of his childhood, which had been old and shabby even then. "It"s changed very little," said Bean. "Really just the one difference. There aren"t thousands of abandoned children everywhere. Apparently somebody found the budget to deal with the orphans."
She kept asking questions, paying close attention to the answers, and finally he understood how serious she was, how much it meant to her Bean began taking her off the main streets. "I lived in the alleys," he explained. "In the shadows. Like a vulture, waiting for things to die. I had to watch for sc.r.a.ps that other children didn"t see. Things discarded at night. Spills from garbage bins. Anything that might have a few calories in it."
He walked up to one dumpster and laid his hand against it. "This one," he said. "This one saved my life. There was a restaurant then, where that music shop is. I think the restaurant employee who dumped their garbage knew I was lurking. He always took out most of the cooking garbage in the late afternoon, in daylight. The older kids took everything. And then the sc.r.a.ps from the night"s meals, those got dumped in the morning, in daylight again, and the other kids got that, too. But he usually came outside once in the darkness. To smoke right here by the garbage bin. And after his smoke, in the darkness, there"d be a sc.r.a.p of something, right here."
Bean put his hand on a narrow shelf formed by the frame that allowed the garbage truck to lift the bin.
"Such a tiny dinner table," said Petra.
"I think he must have been a survivor of the street himself," said Bean, "because it was never something so large as to attract attention. It was always something I could slip into my mouth all at once, so no one ever saw me holding food in my hand. I would have died without him. It was only a couple of months and then he stopped- probably lost his job or moved on to something else-and I have no idea who he was. But it kept me alive."
"What a lovely thing, to think such a person could have come out of the streets," said Petra.
"Well, yes, now I see that," said Bean. "But at the time I didn"t think of that sort of thing at all. I was ... focused. I knew he was doing it deliberately, but I didn"t bother to imagine why, except to eliminate the possibility that it was a trap, or that he had drugged it or poisoned it somehow."
"How did you eliminate that possibility?"
"I ate the first thing he put there and I didn"t die, and I didn"t keel over and then wake up in a child wh.o.r.ehouse somewhere."
"They had such places?"
"There were rumors that that"s what happened to children who disappeared from the street. Along with the rumors that they were cooked into spicy stews in the immigrants" section of town. Those I don"t believe."
She wrapped her arms around his chest. "Oh, Bean, what a h.e.l.lish place."
"Achilles came from here, too," he said.
"He was never as small as you were."
"But he was crippled. That bad leg. He had to be smart to stay alive. He had to keep everyone else from crushing him for no better reason than because they could. Maybe his thing about having to eliminate anyone who sees his helplessness-maybe that was a survival mechanism for him, under these circ.u.mstances."
"You"re such a Christian," said Petra. "So full of charity."
"Speaking of which," said Bean. "I a.s.sume you"re going to raise our child Armenian Catholic, right?"
"It would make Sister Carlotta happy, don"t you think?"
"She was happy no matter what I did," said Bean. "G.o.d made her happy. She"s happy now, if she"s anything at all. She was a happy person.
"You make her sound-what?-mentally deficient?"
"Yes. She was incapable of holding on to malice. A serious defect."
"I wonder if there"s a genetic test for it," said Petra. Then she regretted it immediately. The last thing she wanted was for Bean to think too much about genetic tests, and realize what seemed so obvious to her, that Volescu had no test.
They visited many other places, and more and more of them made him tell her little stories. Here"s where Poke used to hide a stash of food to reward kids who did well. Here"s where Sister Carlotta first sat down with us to teach us to read. This was our best sleeping place during the winter, until some bigger kids found us and drove us out.
"Here"s where Poke stood over Achilles with a cinderblock in her hands," said Bean, "ready to dash his brains out."
"If only she had," said Petra.
"She was too good a person," said Bean. "She couldn"t imagine the evil that might be in him. I didn"t, either, until I saw him lying there, what was in his eyes when he looked up at that cinderblock. I"ve never seen so much hate. That was all-no fear. I saw her death in his eyes right then. I told her she had to do it. Had to kill him. She couldn"t. But it happened just the way I warned her. If you let him live, he"ll kill you, I said, and he did."
"Where was it?" asked Petra. "The place where Achilles killed her? Can you take me there?"
He thought about it for a few moments, then walked her to the waterfront among the docks. They found a clear place where they could see between the boats and ships and barges out to where the great Rhine swept past on its way to the North Sea.
"What a powerful place," said Petra.
"What do you mean?"
"It just-the river, so strong. And yet human beings were able to build this along its banks. This harbor Nature is strong but the human mind is stronger"
"Except when it isn"t," said Bean.
"He gave her body to the river, didn"t he?"
"He dumped her into the water, yes.
"But the way Achilles saw what he did. Giving her to the water Maybe he romanticized it."
"He strangled her," said Bean. "I don"t care what he thought while he did it, or afterward. He kissed her and then he strangled her."
"You didn"t see the murder, I hope!" said Petra. It would be too terrible if Bean bad been carrying such an image in his mind all these years.
"I saw the kiss," said Bean. "I was too selfish and stupid to see what it meant."
Petra remembered her own kiss from Achilles, and shuddered. "You thought what anyone would have thought," said Petra. "You thought his kiss meant what mine does." And she kissed him.
He kissed her back. Hungrily.
But when the kiss ended, his face grew wistful again. "I would undo everything, all that I"ve done with my life since then," said Bean, "if I could only go back and undo that one moment."
"What, you think you could have fought him? Have you forgotten how small you were then?"
"If I"d been there, if he"d known I was watching, he wouldn"t have done it. Achilles never risks discovery if he can help it."
"Or he might have killed you, too."
"He couldn"t kill us both at once. Not with that limp leg. Whichever one he went for, the other would scream b.l.o.o.d.y murder and go for help."
"Or hit him over the head with a cinderblock."
"Yes, well, Poke could have done that, but I couldn"t have lifted it higher than his head. And I don"t think dropping a stone on his toe would have done the job."
They stayed by the dock for a little longer, and then made the walk back to the hospital.
The security guard was on duty. All was right with the world.
Bean had gone back to his childhood range and he hadn"t cried much, hadn"t turned away, hadn"t fled back to some safe place.
Or so she thought, until they left the hospital, returned to their hotel, and he lay in the bed, gasping for breath until she realized that he was sobbing. Great dry wracking sobs that shook his whole body. She lay beside him and held him until he slept.Volescu"s fakery was so good that for a few moments Petra wondered if he might really have the ability to test the embryos. But no, it was flimflam-he was simply smart enough, scientist enough, to find convincing flimflam that was realistic enough to fool extremely intelligent laypeople like them, and even the fertility doctor they brought with them. He must have made it look like the tests these doctors performed to test for a child"s s.e.x or for major genetic defects.
Or else the doctor knew perfectly well it was a scam, but said nothing because all the baby-fixers played the same game, pretending to check for defects that couldn"t actually be checked for, knowing that by the time the fakery was discovered, the parents would already have bonded with the child-and even if they hadn"t, how could they sue for failing to perform an illegal procedure like sorting for athletic prowess or intellect? Maybe all these baby boutiques were fakers.
The only reason Petra wasn"t fooled is that she didn"t watch the procedure, she watched Volescu, and by the end of the procedure she knew that he was way too relaxed. He knew that nothing he was doing would make the slightest difference. There was nothing at stake. The test meant nothing.
There were nine embryos. He pretended to identify three of them as having Anton"s Key. He tried to hand the containers to one of his a.s.sistants to dispose of, but Bean insisted that he give them to their doctor for disposal.
"I don"t want any of these embryos to accidentally become a baby," said Bean with a smile.
But to Petra, they already were babies, and it hurt her to watch as Bean supervised the pouring out of the three embryos into a sink, the scouring of the containers to make sure an embryo hadn"t managed to thrive in some remaining droplet.