The Rise of Endymion Part 18

The first suggestion of mutiny had come from the three Swiss Guard soldiers after their "cleansing" of the second birthing asteroid in Lucifer System. Despite their oaths to the Pax, the Church, and the Swiss Guard, the slaughter of infants had been too much like murder for them. Lancers Dona Foo and Enos Delrino had first gone to their sergeant, and then come with Gregorius to Father Captain de Soya's confessional with their plan to defect. Originally, they had asked for absolution if they decided to jump s.h.i.+p in the Ouster system. De Soya had asked them to consider an alternate plan.

The Propulsion Systems Engineer Lieutenant Meier had come to confession with the same concerns. The wholesale slaughter of the beautiful forcefield angels-which he had watched in tactical s.p.a.ce-had sickened the young man and made him want to return to his ancestral religions of Judaism and Islam. Instead, he had gone to confession to admit his spiritual weakening. Father Captain de Soya had amazed Meier by telling him that his concerns were not in conflict with true Christianity.

In the days that followed, Environmental Systems Officer Commander Bettz Argyle and Energy Systems Officer Lieutenant Pol Denish followed their consciences to the confessional. Denish was among the hardest to convince, but long, whispered conversations with his cubby-mate, Lieutenant Meier, brought him along.

WHIZZO Commander Carel Shan was the last to join: the Weapons Systems Officer could no longer authorize deathbeam attacks. He had not slept in three weeks.

De Soya had realized during their last day in Lucifer System that none of the other officers was about to defect. They saw their work as distasteful but necessary. When push came to shove, he realized, the majority of flight officers and the remaining three Swiss Guard troopers would have sided with XO Hoag Liebler. Father Captain de Soya and Sergeant Gregorius decided not to give them the chance.

"The Gabriel Gabriel is hailing us, Father Captain," said Lieutenant Denish. The ESSO was plugged into comtact as well as into his energy systems' console. is hailing us, Father Captain," said Lieutenant Denish. The ESSO was plugged into comtact as well as into his energy systems' console.

De Soya nodded. "Everyone make sure your couch creches are active." It was an unnecessary order, he knew. Every crew member went into battle stations or C-plus translation in his or her acceleration couch, each rigged as an automated resurrection creche.

Before jacking into tactical, de Soya checked their trajectory on the center pit display. They were pulling away from Gabriel Gabriel, although the other archangel had gone to three hundred gravities of boost and had altered course to parallel Raphael's. Across Lucifer's solar system, the five Ouster torchs.h.i.+ps were still crawling toward their own translation points. De Soya wished them well, knowing all the while that the only reason the s.h.i.+ps still existed was the momentary distraction Raphael's Raphael's puzzling course change had caused for puzzling course change had caused for Gabriel Gabriel. He plugged into command tactsim.

Instantly he was a giant standing in s.p.a.ce. The six worlds and countless moons and nascent, burning orbital forests of Lucifer spread out at his belt level. Far beyond the burning sun, the six Ouster motes balanced on tiny fusion tails. Gabriel Gabriel's tail was much longer; Raphael's Raphael's the longest yet, its brilliance rivaling the central star's. Mother Captain Stone stood waiting a few giant's paces from de Soya. the longest yet, its brilliance rivaling the central star's. Mother Captain Stone stood waiting a few giant's paces from de Soya.

"Federico," she said, "what in Christ's name are you doing?"

De Soya had considered not answering Gabriel's Gabriel's hail. If it would have offered them a few more minutes, he would have stayed silent. But he knew Stone. She would not hesitate. On a separate tactical channel, he glanced at the translation plot. Thirty-six minutes to s.h.i.+ft point. hail. If it would have offered them a few more minutes, he would have stayed silent. But he knew Stone. She would not hesitate. On a separate tactical channel, he glanced at the translation plot. Thirty-six minutes to s.h.i.+ft point.

Captain! Four missile launches detected! Translating...now! It was WHIZZO Commander Shan on the secure conduction line. It was WHIZZO Commander Shan on the secure conduction line.

Father Captain de Soya felt sure that he had not visibly jumped or reacted in front of Mother Captain Stone in tactical. On his own bone line, he subvocalized, It's all right, Carel. I can see them on tac. They've translated toward the Ouster s.h.i.+ps It's all right, Carel. I can see them on tac. They've translated toward the Ouster s.h.i.+ps. To Stone, he said on tactical, "You've launched against the Ousters."

Stone's face was tight even in simlight. "Of course. Why haven't you, Federico?"

Rather than answer, de Soya stepped closer to the central sun and watched the missiles emerge from Hawking drive immediately in front of the six Ouster torchs.h.i.+ps. They detonated within seconds: two fusion, followed by two broader plasma. All of the Ousters had their defensive containment fields to maximum-an orange glow in tactical sim-but the close-range bursts overloaded all of them. The images went from orange to red to white and then three of the s.h.i.+ps simply ceased to exist as material objects. Two became scattered fragments tumbling toward the now infinitely distant translation points. One torch-s.h.i.+p remained intact, but its containment field dropped away and its fusion tail disappeared. If anyone aboard had survived the blast effects, they were now dead of the sleet storm of un-deflected radiation that was tearing through the s.h.i.+p.

"What are you doing, Federico?" repeated Mother Captain Stone.

De Soya knew that Stone's first name was Halen. He chose not to make his part of the conversation personal. "Following orders, Mother Captain."

Even in tactsim, Stone's expression was dubious. "What are you talking about, Father Captain de Soya?" Both knew that the conversation was being recorded. Whoever survived the next few minutes would have a record of the exchange.

De Soya kept his voice steady. "Admiral Aldikacti's flags.h.i.+p tightbeamed us with a change of orders ten minutes before the flags.h.i.+p translated. We are carrying out those orders."

Stone's expression was impa.s.sive, but de Soya knew that she was subvocalizing her XO to confirm that there had been a tightbeam transmission between Uriel Uriel and and Raphael Raphael at that time. There had been. But the substance of it had been trivial: updating rendezvous coordinates for the Tau Ceti System. at that time. There had been. But the substance of it had been trivial: updating rendezvous coordinates for the Tau Ceti System.

"What were the orders, Father Captain de Soya?"

"They were eyes-only, Mother Captain Stone. They do not concern the Gabriel." Gabriel." On the bone circuit, he said to WHIZZO Shan, On the bone circuit, he said to WHIZZO Shan, Lock on deathbeam coordinates and give me the actuator as discussed Lock on deathbeam coordinates and give me the actuator as discussed. A second later he felt the tactsim weight of an energy weapon in his right hand. The gun was invisible to Stone, but perfectly tactile to de Soya. He tried to make his hand on the b.u.t.t of the weapon look relaxed as his finger curled around the invisible trigger. De Soya could tell from the casual way that Mother Captain Stone's arm hung free from her body that she was also carrying a virtual weapon. They stood about three meters apart in tactsim s.p.a.ce. Between them, Raphael's Raphael's long fusion tail and long fusion tail and Gabriel's Gabriel's shorter pillar of flame climbed toward chest height from the plane of the ecliptic. shorter pillar of flame climbed toward chest height from the plane of the ecliptic.

"Father Captain de Soya, your new translation point will not take you to Tau Ceti System as ordered."

"Those orders were superseded, Mother Captain." De Soya was watching his former first officer's eyes. Halen was always good at concealing her emotions and intentions. He had lost to her in poker on more than one occasion on their old torchs.h.i.+p, Balthasar Balthasar.

"What is your new destination, Father Captain?"

Thirty-three minutes to s.h.i.+ft point.

"Cla.s.sified, Mother Captain. I can tell you this-Raphael will be rejoining the task force in Tau Ceti System after our mission is completed." will be rejoining the task force in Tau Ceti System after our mission is completed."

With her left hand, Stone rubbed her cheek. De Soya watched the curled finger of her right hand. She would not have to raise the invisible handgun to trigger the deathbeam, but it was human instinct to aim the firearm at one's opponent.

De Soya hated deathbeams and he knew that Stone did as well. They were cowardly weapons: banned by Pax Fleet and the Church until this expeditionary force incursion. Unlike the old Hegemony-era deathwands that actually cast a scythelike beam of neural disruption, no coherent projection was involved in the s.h.i.+p-to-target deathbeam. Essentially, the powerful Gideon-drive acc.u.mulators extended a C-plus distortion of s.p.a.ce/ time within a finite cone. The result was a subtle twisting of the real-time matrix-similar to a failed translation into the old Hawking-drive s.p.a.ce-but more than enough to destroy the delicate energy dance that was a human brain.

But however much Stone held the Pax Fleet officer's hatred of deathbeams, it made sense for her to use it now. The Raphael Raphael represented a staggering investment of Pax funds: her first goal would be to stop the crew from stealing it without damaging the s.h.i.+p. Her problem, however, was that killing the crew with deathbeams probably would not stop represented a staggering investment of Pax funds: her first goal would be to stop the crew from stealing it without damaging the s.h.i.+p. Her problem, however, was that killing the crew with deathbeams probably would not stop Raphael Raphael from translating, depending upon how much of the spinup had been preprogrammed by her crew. It was traditional for a captain to make the actual translation manually-or at least to be ready to override the s.h.i.+p's computer with a dead-man switch-but Stone had no a.s.surance that de Soya would follow tradition. from translating, depending upon how much of the spinup had been preprogrammed by her crew. It was traditional for a captain to make the actual translation manually-or at least to be ready to override the s.h.i.+p's computer with a dead-man switch-but Stone had no a.s.surance that de Soya would follow tradition.

"Please let me speak to Commander Liebler," said Mother Captain Stone.

De Soya smiled. "My executive officer is attending to duties." He thought, So Hoag was the spy. This is the confirmation we needed So Hoag was the spy. This is the confirmation we needed.

Gabriel could not catch them now, not even by accelerating to six hundred gravities herself. could not catch them now, not even by accelerating to six hundred gravities herself. Raphael Raphael would have reached translation requirements before the other s.h.i.+p could get within tow range. No, to stop them, Stone would have to kill the crew and then disable the s.h.i.+p by using the last of her physical a.r.s.enal to overload would have reached translation requirements before the other s.h.i.+p could get within tow range. No, to stop them, Stone would have to kill the crew and then disable the s.h.i.+p by using the last of her physical a.r.s.enal to overload Raphael Raphael's external containment fields. If she was wrong-if de Soya was was acting under last-minute orders-she would almost certainly be court-martialed and expelled from Pax Fleet. If she did nothing, and de Soya was stealing one of the Pax's archangels, Stone would be court-martialed, expelled, excommunicated, and almost certainly executed. acting under last-minute orders-she would almost certainly be court-martialed and expelled from Pax Fleet. If she did nothing, and de Soya was stealing one of the Pax's archangels, Stone would be court-martialed, expelled, excommunicated, and almost certainly executed.

"Federico," she said softly, "please reduce thrust so that we can match velocities. You can still follow orders and spin up to your secret coordinates. I ask only that I board the Raphael Raphael and confirm that everything is all right before you translate." and confirm that everything is all right before you translate."

De Soya hesitated. He could not use the guise of orders for his precipitous departure under six hundred gravities, since wherever Raphael Raphael ended up, there would be two days of slow resurrection for the crew before the mission could continue. He watched Stone's eyes while also checking the tiny image of ended up, there would be two days of slow resurrection for the crew before the mission could continue. He watched Stone's eyes while also checking the tiny image of Gabriel Gabriel on its three-hundred-gravity pillar of white fire. She might try overloading his fields with a salvo of her remaining conventional weaponry. De Soya had no wish to return missile or lance fire: a vaporized on its three-hundred-gravity pillar of white fire. She might try overloading his fields with a salvo of her remaining conventional weaponry. De Soya had no wish to return missile or lance fire: a vaporized Gabriel Gabriel was not acceptable. He was now a traitor to Church and state, but he had no intention of becoming a true-death murderer. was not acceptable. He was now a traitor to Church and state, but he had no intention of becoming a true-death murderer.

The deathbeams it had to be then.

"All right, Halen," he said easily. "I'll tell Hoag to drop to two-hundred-g's long enough for you to come alongside." He turned his head as if concentrating on issuing bone-channel orders.

His hand must have twitched. Stone's did as well, the invisible handgun rising a bit as her finger tightened on the trigger.

In the split second before the disruption struck, Father Captain de Soya saw the eight sparks leaving the simtact Gabriel: Gabriel: Stone was taking no chances-she would vaporize Stone was taking no chances-she would vaporize Raphael Raphael rather than have it escape. rather than have it escape.

The mother-captain's virtual image flew backward and evaporated as the deathbeam tore into her s.h.i.+p, severing all com connections as the humans aboard died.

Less than a second later, Father Captain de Soya felt himself jerked out of sims.p.a.ce as the neurons in his brain literally fried. Blood flew from his eyes, mouth, and ears, but the priest-captain was already dead, as was every conscious ent.i.ty on the Raphael- Raphael-Sergeant Gregorius and his two troopers on C deck, GOPRO Meier, VIRO Argyle, ESSO Denish, and WHIZZO Shan on the flight deck.

Sixteen seconds later, the eight Hawking-drive missiles flashed into real s.p.a.ce and detonated on every side of the silent Raphael Raphael.

GYGES WATCHED IN REAL-TIME AS RAUL ENDYMION said good-bye to the family in red robes and paddled his kayak toward the farcaster arch. The world was in dual lunar eclipse. Fireworks exploded above the ca.n.a.l-river and strange ululations came from thousands of throats back in the linear city. Gyges stood and prepared to walk out across the water to pluck the man from his kayak. It had been agreed that if Raul Endymion was alone, that he needed to be kept alive for interrogation in the stars.h.i.+p waiting above-finding the girl Aenea's whereabouts was the goal of this mission-but no one said anything about not making it more difficult for the man to fight or escape. While still phase-s.h.i.+fted, Gyges planned to hamstring Endymion and sever the tendons in his forearms. He could do that instantly, surgically, so that there would be no danger of the human bleeding to death before being stored in the s.h.i.+p's doc-in-the-box before interrogation.

Gyges had jogged the six klicks to the farcaster arch in no time, checking out pedestrians and the strange windcarts as he pa.s.sed the frozen forms and figures. Once at the arch and concealed in a patch of willows on the ca.n.a.l's high bank, he s.h.i.+fted back to slow time. His job was to guard the back door. Nemes would ping him when she found the missing s.p.a.cer.

During the twenty minutes of waiting, Gyges communicated with Scylla and Briareus on the internal common band but heard nothing from Nemes. This was surprising. They had all a.s.sumed that she would find the missing man within the first few seconds of real-time after she had s.h.i.+fted up. Gyges was not worried-he was not actually capable of worry in the true sense of the word-but he a.s.sumed that Nemes had been searching in widening arcs, using up real-time by frequently s.h.i.+fting down and then back up. He a.s.sumed that his common-band queries had been made while she was phase-s.h.i.+fted. Added to that was his understanding that while Nemes was a clone-sibling, she had been the first to be devatted. She was less used to common-band sharing than Scylla, Briareus, and he. To be truthful, Gyges would not have minded if their orders had been simply to pull Nemes out of the rock on G.o.d's Grove and terminate her then and there.

The river was busy. Each time a s.h.i.+p approached the farcaster arch from either the east or west, Gyges s.h.i.+fted up and walked across the spongy surface of the river to search it and check on its pa.s.sengers. Some he had to disrobe to ascertain that it was not Endymion or the android, A. Bettik, or the girl, Aenea, in disguise. To be sure, he sniffed them and took needle biopsies of the robed ones' DNA to make sure that they were natives of Vitus-Gray-Balia.n.u.s B. All were.

After each inspection, he would walk back to the bank and resume his watch. Eighteen minutes after he had left the s.h.i.+p, a Pax skimmer flew around and through the farcaster arch. It would have been tiring for Gyges to have to board it in fast time, but Scylla was already aboard with the searching Pax troopers so he was spared the effort.

This is tiresome, she said on the common band.

Yes, agreed Gyges.

Where is Nemes? It was Briareus back in the city. The clumsy troopers had received their radioed search warrant and were going from house to house. It was Briareus back in the city. The clumsy troopers had received their radioed search warrant and were going from house to house.

Haven't heard from her, said Gyges.

It was during the eclipse and the accompanying ceremonial nonsense that he watched the windcycle wagon pull to a halt and Raul Endymion emerge. Gyges was sure that it was Endymion. Not only did the visuals match perfectly, but he picked up the personal scent that Nemes had downloaded to them. Gyges could have phase-s.h.i.+fted immediately, walked over to the frozen tableau, and taken a DNA needle biopsy, but he did not have to. This was their man.

Instead of broadcasting on the common band or pinging Nemes, Gyges waited another minute. This antic.i.p.ation was pleasurable to him. He did not want to dilute it by sharing it. Besides, he reasoned, it would be better to abduct Endymion after he had separated from the Spectrum Helix family who even now were waving good-bye to the man in the kayak.

Gyges watched while Raul Endymion paddled the absurd little boat out into the current of the widening ca.n.a.l-river. He realized that it would be best to take the kayak as well as Endymion: the watching Spectrum Helix people would be expecting him to disappear if they knew that he was trying to escape via farcaster. From their point of view, there would be a flash and Endymion would have farcast out of sight. In reality, Gyges would still be phase-s.h.i.+fted, now carrying the man and kayak within the expanded phase-s.h.i.+ft field. The kayak might also be useful in revealing where the girl Aenea was hiding: telltale planetary scents, methods of manufacture.

Along the riverbanks to the north, people cheered and sang. The lunar eclipse was complete. Fireworks exploded above the river and cast baroque shadows on the rusted farcaster arch. Endymion turned his attention away from the waving Spectrum Helix family and concentrated on staying in the strongest current as he paddled toward the farcaster.

Gyges stood, stretched languidly, and prepared to phase-s.h.i.+ft.

Suddenly the thing was next to him, centimeters away, at least three meters tall, towering over him.

Impossible, thought Gyges. I I would have sensed the phase-s.h.i.+ft distortions would have sensed the phase-s.h.i.+ft distortions.

Exploding skyrockets spilled bloodred light on the chrome carapace. Metal teeth and chrome spikes twisted the expanding flowers of yellow, white, and red across quicksilver planes. Gyges caught an instant's look at his own reflection, distorted and startled, and then he phase-s.h.i.+fted.

It took less than a microsecond for the s.h.i.+ft. Somehow one of the creature's four clawed hands made it into the field before it completely formed. Bladed fingers dug through synflesh and muscle, seeking one of Gyges's hearts.

Gyges paid no heed to the attack but attacked in return, swinging his silvered, phase-s.h.i.+fted arm like a horizontal guillotine. It could have cut through whiskered carbon alloy as if it were wet cardboard. It did not cut through the tall form in front of him. Sparks and thunder exploded as his arm bounced away, fingers numbed, metal radius and ulna shattered.

The clawed hand within him pulled out ropes of intestine, kilometers of microfiber optics. Gyges realized that he had been opened from navel to breastbone. It did not matter. He could still function.

Gyges clenched his right hand into a sharpened bludgeon and thrust it forward into gleaming red eyes. It was a killing blow. But the great steam-shovel jaws opened, closed, faster than phase-s.h.i.+fting, and Gyges's right arm suddenly ended above the wrist.

Gyges threw himself at the apparition, trying to merge fields, attempting to get his own teeth within tearing distance. Two huge hands seized him, the bladed fingers sinking through s.h.i.+ft field and flesh to hold him tight. The chrome skull in front of him slashed forward: needle-spikes pierced Gyges's right eye and penetrated the right frontal lobe of his brain.

Gyges screamed then-not out of pain, although he felt something similar for the first time in his short life-but out of pure, relentless rage. His teeth snapped and clacked like steel rendering blades as he sought the creature's throat, but he continued being held at three-arms' length.

Then the monster ripped out both of Gyges's hearts and threw them far out over the water. A nanosecond later, it lunged forward, biting through Gyges's throat and severing his carbon-alloy spinal cord with a single snap of long teeth. Gyges's head was severed from his body. He tried to s.h.i.+ft to telemetrie control of the still-fighting body, peering through blood and fluid out of his remaining eye and broadcasting over the common band, but the transmitter in his skull had been pierced and the receiver in his spleen had been ripped away.

The world spun-first the corona of the emerging sun around the second moon, then skyrockets, then the color-dappled surface of the river, then the sky again, then darkness. With fading coherence, Gyges realized that his head had been thrown far out into the river. His last retinal image before being submerged in darkness was of his own headless and uselessly spasming body being hugged to the carapace of the creature and being impaled there on spikes and thorns. Then, with a flash, the Shrike phase-s.h.i.+fted out of even fast-time existence and Gyges's head struck the water and sank beneath the dark waves.

RHADAMANTH NEMES ARRIVED FIVE MINUTES later. She s.h.i.+fted down. The riverbank was empty except for the headless corpse of her sibling. The windcycle wagon and its red-robed family were gone. No boats were visible on this section of river. The sun was beginning to emerge from behind the second moon.

Gyges is here, she sent on the common band. Briareus and Scylla were still with the troops in the city. The sleeping Pax trooper had been found and released from his handcuffs. None of the citizens queried would say whose home it was. Scylla was urging Colonel Vinara to drop the matter.

Nemes felt the discomfort as she left the s.h.i.+ft field. All of her ribs-bone and permasteel-were either fractured or bent. Several of her internal organs had been pulped. Her left hand would not function. She had been unconscious for almost twenty standard minutes. Unconscious! She had not lost consciousness for one second in the four years she had lain in the solidified rock of G.o.d's Grove. And all this damage had been done through through the impenetrable s.h.i.+ft field. the impenetrable s.h.i.+ft field.

It did not matter. She would allow her body to repair itself during the days of inactivity after leaving this Core-forsaken world. Nemes knelt next to her sibling's corpse. It had been clawed, decapitated, and eviscerated-almost deboned. It was still twitching, the broken fingers struggling to get a grip on an absent enemy.

Nemes shuddered-not out of sympathy for Gyges or revulsion at the damage done, she was professionally evaluating the Shrike's attack pattern and felt admiration if anything-but out of sheer frustration that she had missed this confrontation. The attack in the tunnel had been too fast for her to react-she had been in mid-phase s.h.i.+ft-which she would have thought impossible.

I'll find him, she sent and s.h.i.+fted up. The air grew thick and sludgelike. Nemes went down the bank, forced her way through the thick resistance of the water's surface, and walked out along the riverbed, calling on the common band and probing with deep radar.

She found Gyges's head almost a klick downstream. The current was strong here. Freshwater crustaceans had already eaten the lips and the remaining eye and were probing in the eye sockets. Nemes brushed them away and took the head back to the bank of the ca.n.a.l-river.

Gyges's common-band transmitter was smashed and his vocal cords were gone. Nemes extruded a fiber-optic filament and made the connection directly to his memory center. His skull had been smashed on the left side and brain matter and bits of DNA-processing gel were spilling out.

She did not ask him questions. She phased down and downloaded the memory, squirting it to her remaining two siblings as she received it.

Shrike, sent Scylla.

No s.h.i.+t, Sherlock, sent Briareus.

Silence, ordered Nemes. Finish up with those idiots. I'll clean things up here and be waiting in the drops.h.i.+p Finish up with those idiots. I'll clean things up here and be waiting in the drops.h.i.+p.

The Gyges head-blind, leaking-was trying to speak, using what remained of its tongue to shape sibilant and glottal syllables. Nemes held it close to her ear.

"Ss-t- pp-le-ssss." Please Please. "Ss-he-puh." Help Help. "Ssss-ttp-m-eh" Me Me.

Nemes lowered the head and studied the body on the splattered bank. Many organs were missing. Scores of meters of microfiber were spilled in the weeds and mud, some trailing away in the current. Gray intestines and neural gelpaks were split and scattered. Bits of bone caught the growing light as the sun emerged from Twice Darkness. Neither the drops.h.i.+p nor the old archangel's doc-in-the-boxes could help the vatborn. And Gyges might take standard months to heal himself.

Nemes set the head down while she wrapped the body in its own microfilaments, weighting it outside and in with stones. Making sure that the river was still free of s.h.i.+ps, she tossed the headless corpse far out into the current. She had seen that the river was alive with tough and indiscriminate scavengers. Even so, there were parts of her sibling that they would not find appetizing.

She lifted Gyges's head. The tongue was still clucking. Using the eye sockets as grips for her thumb and forefinger, she threw the head far out over the river in an easy underhand toss. It went under with barely a ripple.

Nemes jogged to the farcaster arch, ripped a hidden access plate free from the rusting and supposedly impenetrable exterior, and extruded a filament from her wrist. She jacked in.

I don't understand, came Briareus's code on the common band. It opened to nowhere It opened to nowhere.

Not to nowhere, sent Nemes, reeling in the filament. Just to nowhere in the old Web. Nowhere the Core has built a farcaster Just to nowhere in the old Web. Nowhere the Core has built a farcaster.

That's impossible, sent Scylla. There are no farcasters except for those the Core has built: There are no farcasters except for those the Core has built: Nemes sighed. Her siblings were idiots. Shut up and return to the drops.h.i.+p Shut up and return to the drops.h.i.+p, she sent. We have to report this in person. Councillor Albedo will want to download personally We have to report this in person. Councillor Albedo will want to download personally.

Nemes phase-s.h.i.+fted and jogged back to the drops.h.i.+p through air gone thick and sepia with slow-stirred time.

12.

-did not forget that there was a panic b.u.t.ton. The problem is simple-when there is real panic, one does not immediately think of b.u.t.tons.

The kayak was falling into an endless depth of air broken only by clouds that rose tens of thousands of meters from the bruise-purple depths to the milky ceiling of more clouds thousands of meters above me. I had dropped my paddle and watched it tumble away in freefall. The kayak and I were dropping faster than the paddle for reasons of aerodynamics and terminal velocity that were beyond my powers to calculate at that particular moment. Great oval surges of water from the river I had left behind were falling ahead and behind me, separating and shaping themselves into ovoid spheres I had seen in zero-g, but then being whipped apart by the wind. It was as if I were falling in my own localized rainstorm. The flechette pistol I had liberated from the sleeping trooper in Dem Loa's bedroom was wedged between the outside of my thigh and the curved inner seal of the c.o.c.kpit skirt. My arms were raised as if I were a bird preparing to take flight. My fists were clenched in terror. After my original scream, I found my jaws locked shut, my molars grinding. The fall went on and on.

I had caught a glimpse of the farcaster arch above and behind me, although "arch" was no longer the proper word: the huge device floating unsupported was a metal ring, a torus, a rusty doughnut. For a fleeting second I saw the sky of Vitus-Gray-Balia.n.u.s B through the glowing ring, and then the image faded and only clouds showed through the receding hoop, it was the only substantial thing in the entire skyscape of clouds and I had already fallen more than a thousand meters below it. In a giddy, panicked moment of fantasy, I imagined that if I were a bird I could fly back up to the farcaster ring, perch on its broad lower arc, and wait for...

Wait for what? I gripped the sides of the kayak as it rotated, turning me almost upside down as it plummeted bow first toward the purple depths klicks and klicks below. I gripped the sides of the kayak as it rotated, turning me almost upside down as it plummeted bow first toward the purple depths klicks and klicks below.

That is when I remembered the panic b.u.t.ton. Don't touch it, whatever you do Don't touch it, whatever you do, Aenea had said when we floated the kayak in Hannibal. I I mean, don't touch it until you absolutely have to mean, don't touch it until you absolutely have to.

The kayak spun on its longitudinal axis again, almost shaking me out. My b.u.t.t was no longer touching the padded cus.h.i.+on on the bottom of the hull. I was floating free inside the cramped c.o.c.kpit, within a freefalling constellation of water, tumbling paddle, and plunging kayak. I decided that this qualified as an "absolutely have to" time. I flipped up the plastic cover and depressed the red b.u.t.ton with my thumb.

Panels popped open in front of the c.o.c.kpit, near the bow, and behind me. I ducked as lines and ma.s.ses of fabric billowed out. The kayak righted itself and then braked so hard that I was almost thrown out. I clung fiercely to the sides of the fibergla.s.s boat as it rocked wildly. The shapeless ma.s.s over my head seemed to be forming itself into something more complicated than a parachute. Even in the middle of my adrenaline rush and molar-grinding panic, I recognized the fabric: memory cloth that A. Bettik and I had bought at the Indian Market near Taliesin West. The solar-powered, piezoelectric material was almost transparent, ultralight, ultrastrong, and could remember up to a dozen pre-set configurations; we had considered buying more and using it to replace the canvas over the main architects' studio since the old cover sagged, rotted, and had to be repaired and replaced regularly. But Mr. Wright had insisted on keeping the old canvas. He preferred the b.u.t.tery light. A. Bettik had taken the dozen or so meters of memory cloth down to his workshop and I had thought no more of it.