Reseune has never abandoned a genetic option. It has seen to the preservation of those options to a degree unprecedented in the history of the human species, and, working as it does with a view toward evolutionary change, has preserved all the possible divergences. . . .
CHAPTER 3.
i Time stopped being. There was just the tape-flow, mostly placid, occasionally disturbing. There were intervals of muzzy waking, but the trank continued-until now, that Grant drifted closer to the surface.
"Come on, you"ve got a visitor," someone said, and a damp cloth touched his face. The washing proceeded downward, gently, neck and chest, with an astringent smell. "Wake up."
He slitted his eyes. He stared at the ceiling while the washing proceeded, and hoped they would let him loose, but it was not much hope. He wished they would give him trank again, because the fear was back, and he had been comfortable while it lasted.
He grew chill with the air moving over damp skin. He wanted the sheet back again. But he did not ask. He had stopped trying to communicate with the people that handled him and they did not hurt him anymore. That was all he asked. He remembered to blink. He saw nothing. He tried not to feel the cold. He felt a twinge when the tech jostled the needle in his arm. His back ached, and it would be the most wonderful relief if they would change the position of the bed.
"There." The sheet settled over him again. A light slap popped against his face, but he felt no pain. "Come on. Eyes open."
"Yes," he murmured. And shut them again the moment the azi tech left him alone.
He heard another voice then, at the door, young and male. He lifted his head and looked and saw Justin there. He distrusted the vision at once, and jerked at the restraints.
But Justin came to him, sat down on the side of his bed and took his hand despite the restraint that gave him only a little movement. It was a warm grip. It felt very real.
"Grant?"
"Please don"t do this."
"Grant, for G.o.d"s sake- Grant, you"re home. You understand me?"
It was very dangerous even to think about believing. It meant giving up. There was no secret sign his own mind could not manufacture. There was no illusion tape could not create. Justin was what they would use. Of course.
"Grant?"
Tape could even make him think he was awake. Or that the mattress gave, or that Justin held him by the shoulder. Only the keen pain in his back penetrated the illusion. It was not perfect.
Reality-had such little discordances.
"They won"t let me take you back to the apartment yet. Ari won"t. What are they doing? Are you all right? Grant?"
Questions. He could not figure how they fitted. There was usually a pattern. These had to do with credibility. That was the game.
"Grant, dammit!" Justin popped his hand against his cheek, gently. "Come on. Eyes open. Eyes open."
He resisted. That was how he knew he was doing better. He drew several breaths and his back and shoulders hurt like h.e.l.l. He was in terrible danger . . . because he thought that the illusion was real. Or because he had lost the distinction.
"Come on, dammit."
He slitted his eyes cautiously. Saw Justin"s face, Justin with a frightened look.
"You"re home. In hospital. You understand? Ari blew them all to h.e.l.l and got you out."
(Blood spattering the walls. The smell of smoke.) It looked like hospital. It looked like Justin. There was no test that would confirm it, not even if they let him out to walk around. Only time would do that, time that went on longer than any tape-illusion.
"Come on, Grant. Tell me you"re all right."
"I"m all right." He drew a breath that hurt his back and realized he could get things out of this illusion. "My back"s killing me. My arms hurt. Can you move the bed?"
"I"ll get them to take those off."
"I don"t think they will. But I"d like the bed moved. There-" The surface under him flexed like a living thing and shifted upward, bringing his head up. The whole surface made a series of waves that flexed muscles and joints. "Oh, that"s better."
Justin settled back on the edge, making a difference in the ripples. "Ari tracked you to Kruger"s. Kruger was being blackmailed. He handed you over to the Abolitionists. I had to go to Ari. She got somebody-I don"t know who-to go in after you. She said they"d been running tape."
He had had no structure for that time. No division between there and here. He examined the gift very carefully. "How long?"
"Two days."
Possible.
"You"ve been here here two days," Justin said. "They let Jordan and me in right after they brought you in. Now they say I can visit." two days," Justin said. "They let Jordan and me in right after they brought you in. Now they say I can visit."
It frightened him. It wanted to move in permanently, an illusion against which his defenses were very limited. He was losing. He sat there and cried, feeling the tears slip down his face.
"Grant."
"All right." He was nearly gone. "But if I tell you to leave, you leave."
"Grant, it"s not tape. You"re here, here, dammit." Justin squeezed his hand till the bones ground together. "Focus. Look at me. All right?" dammit." Justin squeezed his hand till the bones ground together. "Focus. Look at me. All right?"
He did. "If I tell you to leave-"
"I"ll go. All right. Do you want me to?"
"Don"t do that to me. For G.o.d"s sake-"
"I"ll get Ivanov. d.a.m.n them. d.a.m.n them."
Justin was on his way to his feet. Grant clenched his hand, holding on to him. Held on and held tight; and Justin sat down again and hugged him hard. "Unnnh." It hurt. It felt real. Justin could pull him back. Justin knew what he was doing, knew what was the matter with him, knew why he was afraid. Was his ally. Or he was lost. "It"s going to take a while."
"About a week to get you out of here. Ari says." He remembered crises other than his own. He looked at Justin as Justin sat back. Remembered why he had gone down the river. "She give you trouble?"
"I"m all right."
Lie. More and more real. Tape was better than this. In a while Justin would go away and he would remember believing it and be afraid. But in the meanwhile it made him afraid for a different, more tangible reason. Jordan"s transfer; Justin"s sending him away-the fragments a.s.sumed a time-sense. When When existed again. The real world had traps in it, traps involved Ari, Justin had tried to get him free, he was home and Justin was in trouble. No. Careful. Careful. existed again. The real world had traps in it, traps involved Ari, Justin had tried to get him free, he was home and Justin was in trouble. No. Careful. Careful.
"What did she do when she found out I was gone?"
"I"ll tell you later."
Dammit, he did not need worry to upset his stomach. It felt like home. Secrets, Ari, and trouble. And everything he loved. He took in a slow, long breath. "I"m holding on," he said, knowing Justin would understand. "I don"t want any more tape. I don"t want any more sedation. I need to stay awake. I want them to leave the lights on. All the time. I want to get this d.a.m.n tube out of my arm."
"I haven"t got any authority. You know that. But I"ll tell Ivanov. I"ll make it real strong with him. And I"ll take the tube out. Here."
It stung. "That"s going to drip all over the floor."
"h.e.l.l with it. There." He stopped the drip. "They"re going to put a phone in here. And a vid."
His heart jumped. He remembered why a phone was important. But he was not there anymore. Or none of it had happened. Or there were possibilities he had missed.
"You know I"m not really well-hinged."
"h.e.l.l, I don"t notice a difference."
He laughed, a little laugh, automatic, glad Justin was willing to joke with him; and realized that had come totally around a blind corner. Surprised him, when he had been expecting smooth, professional pity. It was not a funny laugh. Surprise-laugh.
Tape could hardly get Justin down pat enough to do something his mind had not expected, not when he was resisting it and not cooperating out of his subconscious.
He laughed again, just to test it, saw Justin look Like he had gla.s.s in his gut, and hope at the same time.
"It"s a worm," he told Justin. And grinned wide, wider as he saw an instant of real horror on Justin"s face.
"You d.a.m.n lunatic!"
He laughed outright. It hurt, but it felt good. He tried to draw his legs up. Wrong. "Oh, d.a.m.n. You think they can get my legs free?"
"Soon as you know where you are."
He sighed and felt tension ebbing out of him. He melted back against the moving bed and looked at Justin with a placidity different than tape offered. It still hurt. Muscle tension. Sprain. G.o.d knew what he had done to himself, or what they had done to him. "I had you, huh?"
"If you put this on for an act-"
"I wish. I"m fogged. I think I"m going to have flashes off this. I think they"ll go away. I"m really scared, if you don"t come back. Dr. Ivanov"s running this, isn"t he?"
"He"s taking care of you. You trust him, don"t you?"
"Not when he takes Ari"s orders. I"m scared. I"m really scared. I wish you could stay here."
"I"ll stay here through supper. I"ll come back for breakfast in the morning; every hour I can get free till they throw me out. I"m going to talk to Ivanov. Why don"t you try to sleep while I"m here? I"ll sit in the chair over there and you can rest."
His eyes were trying to close. He realized it suddenly and tried to fight it. "You won"t leave. You have to wake me up."
"I"ll let you sleep half an hour. It"s nearly suppertime. You"re going to eat something. Hear? No more of this refusing food."
"Mmnn." He let his eyes shut. He went away awhile, away from the discomfort. He felt Justin get up, heard him settle into the chair, checked after a moment to be sure Justin really was there and rested awhile more.
He felt clearer than he had been. He even felt safe, from moment to moment. He had known, if the world was halfway worth living in, that Justin or Jordan would get to him and pull him back to it. Somehow. When it came he had to believe it or he would never believe anything again, and never come back from the trip he had gone on.
ii The reports came in and Giraud Nye gnawed his stylus and stared at the monitor with stomach-churning tension.
The news-services reported the kidnapping of a Reseune azi by radical elements, reported a joint police-Reseune Security raid on a remote precip station on the heights above Big Blue, with explicit and ugly interior scenes from the police cameras-the azi, spattered with the blood of his captors, being rescued and bundled aboard a police transport. It had taken something, for sharpshooters in outback gear to hike in, break into the garage via a side door, and make a flying attack up the stairs. One officer wounded. Three radical Abolitionists killed, in full view of the cameras. Good coverage and bodies accounted for, which left no way for Ianni Merino and the Abolition Centrists to raise a howl and convoke Council: publicly, Merino was distancing himself as far and as fast as he could from the incident. Rocher was deluging the Ministry of Information with demands for coverage for a press conference: he got nothing. Which meant that the police would be watching Rocher very carefully-the last time Rocher got blacked out, someone had unfurled a huge Full Abolition banner in the Novgorod subway and sabotaged the rails, snarling traffic in a jam the news-services could not easily ignore.
G.o.d knew it had not won Rocher the grat.i.tude of commuters. But he had his sympathizers, and a little display of power meant recruits.
About time, he thought, to do something about Rocher and de Forte. Thus far they had been a convenient embarra.s.sment to Corain and to Merino, discrediting the Centrists. Now Rocher had crossed the line and become a nuisance.
Convenient if the damage to Grant had been extreme. A before-and-after clip given to the news-services would show the Abolitionists up for the hounds they were. Honest citizens never saw a mindwipe in progress. Or botched. Convenient if they could take the azi down for extreme retraining-or take him down altogether. G.o.d knew he was Alpha, and a Warrick product, and G.o.d knew what Rocher"s tapes had done: he he had rather be safe; he had told Ari as much. had rather be safe; he had told Ari as much.
Absolutely not, Ari had said. What are you thinking of? In the first place, he"s a lever. In the second, he"s a witness against Rocher. Don"t touch him.
Lever with whom, Giraud thought sourly. Ari was holding night-sessions with young Justin, and Ari was, between driving Jane Stra.s.sen to ulcers over the refitting of Lab One and the relocation of eight research students, so d.a.m.ned wrapped up in her obsession with the Rubin project that n.o.body got time with her except except her azi and Justin Warrick. her azi and Justin Warrick.
Got herself a major triste. triste. Lost youth and all of that. Lost youth and all of that.
Goes off and leaves me to mop up the mess in Novgorod. "Don"t touch Merild or Krugers. We don"t want to drive the enemy underground. Cut a deal with Corain. That"s not hard, is it?"
The h.e.l.l.
The phone rang. It was Warrick. Senior. Demanding Grant"s release to his custody.
"That"s not my decision, Jordie."
"Dammit, it doesn"t seem to be anybody"s, does it? I want that boy out of there."
"Look, Jordie-"
"I don"t care whose fault it isn"t." don"t care whose fault it isn"t."
"Jordie, you"re d.a.m.n lucky no one"s prosecuting that kid of yours. It"s his d.a.m.n fault this came down, don"t yell at me-"
"Petros says you"re the one has to authorize a release."
"That"s a medical matter. I don"t interfere in medical decisions. If you care about that boy, I"d suggest you let Petros do his job and stay-"
"He pa.s.sed the mess to you, Gerry. So did Denys. We"re not talking about a d.a.m.n records problem. We"re talking about a scared kid, Gerry."
"Another week-"
"The h.e.l.l with another week. You can start by giving me a security clearance over there, and get Petros to return my calls."
"Your son is over there right now. He"s got absolute clearance, G.o.d knows why. He"ll take care of him."
There was silence on the other end.
"Look, Jordie, they say about another week. Two at most."