"That the temper is there. That you either defuse it so it doesn"t bother you at all, or you and he will continue to go at each other over the most minor of differences."

"That"s grim."

"I, however, have faith in you," Grant said. "You"re better than he is and you have no need to prove it to him. Just don"t let him suspect it, is all. He"s compet.i.tive, if you"ve missed that."

"But how can I live with him?"

"That," Grant said, "is going to be a lasting problem."

He didn"t sleep well. He lay staring at the water-rippled ceiling, trying to find some null point in the fractal patterns, but his mind was awake and racing.

He laid out mental patterns for a living. He cured azi problems, when something had gone wrong. He"d never cured his own, which was that gut-deep knot that happened when he got into an argument. He"d always a.s.sumed, a.s.sumed, because that was the watershed point of his life, that the first Ari had set that into him, a flinch away from anger.

But Grant had handed him a key, a memory that hadn"t been that significant, until he recalledpast the towering dark of that night in Ari"s apartmentthat Jordan had told him that, the day he gave him Grant for his own responsibility.

Responsibility.

Hostage. With the very proper advice that he couldn"t let his temper go again, not with Grant.

Possibly Jordan had given him that responsibility completely coldbloodedly, seeing it as a way to win the argument with a matching temper, which had been, admittedly, out of control: Jordan reined it in for Paul. He had to for Grant. It was symmetrical, wasn"t it?

G.o.d, he thought. There was a saying in Reseune, that a designer with himself for a patient was a d.a.m.ned fool. There was a reason there was a psych overseeing psych operators. There was another saying among designers, to the effect that CITs were a guaranteed b.i.t.c.h-up. He"d had Jordan"s temper. He"d traded it for a gut-deep knot; and Jordan didn"t get mad at PaulJordan just made Paul suffer the effects of Jordan"s getting mad at everybody elseof Jordan"s getting mad at himself, very possibly, but mostly just battering himself against anything that opposed him. No compromise with the universe. Jordan was a Special, a certified genius at what he did, but Jordan had reached a point with a seven-year-old where he"d couldn"t win the fight. So he"d just shut it down.

And Ari, with her own very active temper, had gotten hold of that situation and jerked it sideways & with much more cold calculation, and more accuracy, maybe, than Jordan had been capable of using. He"d had a brain. His ideas had been fairly well out-there: Jordan had a habit of getting impatient with his what-ifs and shutting them down, hard. d.a.m.ned nonsense, was what Jordan called his ideas. Ari had called them interesting.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to control the immediate visuals. Trying to shut Ari down and get Jordan in some kind of perspective, as not a bad manjust a hard-headed one who"d tried to steer him into a Jordan-esque path.

And G.o.d knew what Jordan"s own upbringing had beena father brusque, emotionally shut down, very much on facts as he interpreted them to be: he had gotten that impression, at least, of the man who was, in a sense, his real father, since he was Jordan"s: motherthere had been, obviously, since Jordan himself wasn"t a clone: but n.o.body that had stayed; maybe n.o.body who"d even been there: people who died in the early dayssometimes left legacies in lab. Ended up being the gene donors for the foundational azi lines Jordan"s mother could have been cells in a dish, for all the record he"d ever laid hands on.

Didn"t make him unhappy, in the sense that he"d always been just as content to be like Grant, who was fairly perfect, in his eyes, both motherless and fatherless. He"d always been content to be Jordan"s Parental Replicate. But it was a question, whether if there"d been another influence in Jordan"s growing up, if Jordan would have grown up with a little doubt that one truth covered everything in the universe.

Jordan got the law from his father; Jordan tried to replicate himself, that was the d.a.m.ned key. Jordan hadn"t started with the concept of a kid who"d have his own notionsJordan had tried to trim off any bits that didn"t match him & hat! fixed him on Grant, the way he"d fixed on Paul, only in that household there"d been room for only one personality, and n.o.body could argue with it.

CIT. Designer. And thorough b.i.t.c.h-up. No question. Ari could stand him off temper for temper. But she hadn"t been able to work with him.

She"d conned him, was what. She"d conned Jordan into the whole concept of a psychological replicate, then s.n.a.t.c.hed the result and did a job on it.

He lay there, totally null for a moment, asking if it really hurt as much as it once had. Thinking thatif not for Arihe"d have made Grant into Paul.

Which couldn"t happen, because Grant wasn"t Paul. And she"d gotten Jordan to accept Grant, because it was so d.a.m.ned hard to get an alpha companion, and the labs had had only onethat she"d created, knowing right then and there what should have been so, so clear to Jordanthat Grant wasn"t Paul. Grant wasn"t compliant. Grant was a fine, fine piece of work, who had taken his own path and already begun to drag a young born-man sideways. Jordan might have laid down Grant"s early programs, but not his absolute earliest, preverbal ones; and beyond thatGrant had justself-directed. Psychologically, endocrine level and all, stable as they came, and an intellect that might well get beyond him.

Ari"s best. Ari"s near-last project, right along with the design that would replicate herself. Thank G.o.d for Grant. Thank Ari.

He just had to think what to do about Jordan.

And maybe he had to be a d.a.m.ned fool, and do a bit of work on himself, try to unwire that clenched-up anger, and figure out where to send the adrenaline rush Jordan provoked in him. Just thinking about it set him off. And set him to work.

Calm down, first. Take the energy out of it. Find a place to put it. Don"t shut it down. That makes the knot. Find a place to use it.

Create. Think. There"s energy in flux. There"s creative potential in things that don"t match.

Grant turned over. "Are you still awake?"

"Thinking," he said.

"Thinking good things or bad things?"

"I"m working on that," he said. "I"m not going to let Jordan bring himself down. How long has it been since Paul took tape, I wonder?"

"Probably not in a long while." Grant set a hand on his shoulder. "Justin. Mess with Paul and you"re taking a very large chance. He"s not stable. And you"re not his Supervisor."

He shook his head. "I"m not. And he won"t trust me. But Paul"s storing tension the way a battery stores power. Paul"s not right. So Jordan"s not right. Jordan"s Worked Paul. But the conditions Jordan imagines to exist, don"t, so the world he"s made Paul live indoesn"t exist. And Paul sees it. I think Paul sees it, and doesn"t know how to fix it."

Grant considered that a moment. "That could be."

"You have a sense of him."

"I have an azi"s sense of him, which I think is accurate. Storing tension, very much so. But the wrong Intervention could do damage. Might lead to shutdown."

Grant had been there. Grant had been through that. It was Grant"s own watershed experience, more so even than the sojourn with the Abolitionists.

"It"s a plan, at least. Jordan"s wound tight, protecting Paul. But he"s only adding to the tension. There"s a h.e.l.l of a lot wrong in that relationship. They"re wound up together. I don"t know where to take hold of it. I don"t know I should, until the chance happens, until I know what Paul"s mental state is."

"I can"t read him well enough," Grant said. "The other night, the first night they were in the black and white apartment, Paul was dipping in and out of shutdown, just skimming it. Creating his own calm-down."

He remembered it. He"d taken it for overloadmax stress, even on an alpha. Listening. But Grant intimated Paul hadn"t been listening, hadn"t been processing, hadn"t been recording, at certain intervals.

"That"s information," he said. "Watch him. Watch him. See what you can figure."

"I will," Grant said. "Justbe careful with him."

"I will," he said.

He didn"t know if he could do anything, that was the thing. Real-time work froze him up. I was a problem that Jordan might have given him, right along with the genes. The stress of it might even be Jordan"s problem, which Paul had absorbed. It was a d.a.m.n interlock.

But he had to try. And, G.o.d, if Jordan caught him at it h.e.l.l didn"t half describe it. He wasn"t as important to Jordan as Paul was. He"d accepted that fairly unemotionally, since, in point of fact, Jordan wasn"t as vital to him as Grant was, and he knew which he"d choose.

Maybe he ought tochoose, that was. Go to Ari, tell her it wasn"t working, couldn"t work. Put Jordan back in Planys, give him something to do there, let him and Paul live their lives.

But he couldn"t do it. That was the h.e.l.l of it. He was like Jordan, stubborn on an issue, and he had to try.

Chapter iv.

July 20, 2424 1722 H.

The item alert was blinking on the screen, and Ari clicked it.

Mail alert, it said & some sender she"d specifically tagged to trigger the alert flasher, and that was a very, very short list. it said & some sender she"d specifically tagged to trigger the alert flasher, and that was a very, very short list.

She clicked again.

And her breath quickened. Cyteen Station in the sender line, Fargone Station as home address, via the merchanter Candide, docking in the last two minutesa ship"s black box had just dumped its contents to Cyteen Station in orbit over their heads, and a longed-for letter, at least one letter, had flown down the datastream to Reseune. Via protocols established in Alpha Wing, a reply to her letter opened the gateway, straight to Base One.

Click. Three letters. One from Oliver AOX Stra.s.sen. Ollie was still alive.

One from Valery Schwartz. Her heart danced.

One from Gloria Stra.s.sen. That wasn"t so welcome. But she"d had to write to Gloria and to Julia just to be fair.

Discipline. Ollie outranked everybody. She read his letter first.

Dearest Ari, it said. n.o.body called her dearest, but Ollie could. it said. n.o.body called her dearest, but Ollie could. I received your invitation and very sympathetically understand the frame of mind in which you sent it, I do think. I remember you as Jane"s daughter, and with the utmost affection. But I must decline your kindness on several accounts. I received your invitation and very sympathetically understand the frame of mind in which you sent it, I do think. I remember you as Jane"s daughter, and with the utmost affection. But I must decline your kindness on several accounts.

First and most of all, Fargone is home, now. It was Jane"s home and mine, my best memories are here, and I have responsibilities that fill my time very usefullyultimately useful to you, I hope.

Second, if things are going well for you, your direction is no longer Jane Stra.s.sen"s, but Director Finery"s, and you will be more comfortable in that role if I am not close by to prompt you to be that little girl again. I know you will be as intelligent as the great Dr. Emory, I hope you will be at least as wise, and I hope you will be good, but the meeting cannot satisfy me, or you. If I were still azi, that statement of logic would cause me no pain; but since I have become CIT, it has to pain us both. Let us remember those days as happy as they were, and keep that happiness in our mutual past, unchanged.

I must add one other matter: I know you have invited the Schwartzes and the Stra.s.sens to Reseune. I hesitate to be so blunt, but use caution. Jane"s relatives have been outspokenly bitter about their forced residency on Fargone: Valery Schwartz has grown up in close a.s.sociation with the Stra.s.sens. His mother is deceased, eleven years ago: a drug overdose which is inexplicable as an accident. Young Schwartz may or may not elect to accept your invitation: he is known here in the art community and has a reputation in deeptape experientialsan art which I have only lightly sampled, given my own character and origins. I am advised there are psychological considerations to prolonged exposure to these arts. Please use caution. I enclose files, in hopes you are surrounded by competent securityyou surely must be, and I hope I know by whom.

Ollie had never met Florian and Catlin. He couldn"t have. Except the originals.

I do hope you are well, dear Ari. I hope the very best for you. I knew about love before I ever had the final tape, and I have been a very lucky man, to have loved Jane and to have loved you, as still I do.

It hurt. It stung her eyes, that last. She did understand why he said no. She expected a refusal from him, for many of the reasons he"d just given. But notnot quite that she was, in one sense, just an episode of his life, and that he"d valued a life where she just hadn"t been.

And she wasn"t too surprised about Gloria, who had been a brat, and who was still probably a petulant brat. And JuliaJulia was the one who"d had real reason to hate her, for displacing her and her baby and getting them both exiled to Fargone. That Julia had hated her and talked against her was no surprise, and not even unfair, in the balance of things. Ollie was just worried about her, was all, because he still loved her. It wasn"t as if Julia Stra.s.sen was going to launch some interstellar conspiracy against Reseune.

But the business about Valery"s mother, and Valery growing up with Gloria, of all peoplethat was just upsetting. She"d never heard that Valery"s mother had died. And he"d become an artist, of all things. She"d never guessed that, either. She"d never searched him up on the web, not wanting to go down that path and go longing after someone she couldn"t get back, and she"d never imagined he was halfway famous. It was the first she"d ever heard of who he"d become & and you needed clearance and funds to do a Universal Search, which Florian and Catlin hadn"t had when she"d sent those letters. She hadn"t asked Yanni, who could have done itValery was Yanni"s nephew, sort of. but so far as she knew, Yanni hadn"t ever bothered searching his niece up. Yanni had never said, for that matter, how he felt about having his relatives sent off to Fargone, all to bring Ariane Emory up in a bubble free of Valery Schwartz. Had Yanni resented it?

Had heG.o.d!even suggested suggested their exile, the way he probably had suggested sending Jordan to PlanysLabs? their exile, the way he probably had suggested sending Jordan to PlanysLabs?

That was a disturbing thought. She had no window into the time when Denys and Giraud had run Reseune along with Yanni Schwartz, and critical decisions had been madefirst to put her with Jane Stra.s.sen, and then to take her Maman away; and to let her play with Valery; and then to send Valery away & Had Yanni consented? Been partic.i.p.ant? Instigator?

Yanni"d never said. Never, ever said. And he"d known she"d written to Valery.

Hadn"t he? She thought he"d known. She hadn"t taken any measures for secrecy from him.

It could have been a mistake, her visiting the past and sending for people who"d had separate lives for decades.

It could really have been a bad. bad mistakethat cold, clammy thought crept through her.

She"d intended to open Gloria"s letter next, saving the good news, from Valery, for last. Ollie"s return hadn"t worked out. But she stuck to the plan. She clicked Gloria"s letter.

Dear Ariane, it began, on a first name basis, when to her memory, Gloria had been a screaming, red-faced h.e.l.lion, three years younger than she was. That made Gloria aroundfifteen, now. Which was too young for Valery. So there. it began, on a first name basis, when to her memory, Gloria had been a screaming, red-faced h.e.l.lion, three years younger than she was. That made Gloria aroundfifteen, now. Which was too young for Valery. So there. Maman says if I want to visit I can. So I will. Maman has decided she"s coming with me to keep me out of trouble. I don"t remember Reseune, so this should be interesting, and Maman says & Maman says if I want to visit I can. So I will. Maman has decided she"s coming with me to keep me out of trouble. I don"t remember Reseune, so this should be interesting, and Maman says & h.e.l.l if Julia was Maman. That was Jane Stra.s.sens name. if Julia was Maman. That was Jane Stra.s.sens name. Her Her word. But that was the way Gloria put it. word. But that was the way Gloria put it.

& Maman says if we come it"s only because it"s round trip and we can get home again. So we hope you don"t mind if we just stay a few months.

Gloria was uncommonly direct. Ari-like in her bluntness, not too diplomatic, but then she"d never been convinced either Julia or Gloria had anything like Jane Stra.s.sens intellect. Tact or graciousness just were not in her expectations of Gloria.

There was a thought & the first time it had ever dawned on her, though she"d had the notion that Julia just wasn"t that smart. And Jane had been. And Gloria had been a little squalling lump.

Maman hadn"t started out wanting her. Maman had had Julia, counted that enough. But they"d handed Jane Stra.s.sen a kid who was on her level, plus some, namely her & and Jane Stra.s.sen had accepted her for one reason, and been hooked into the most important study project in her long career. She"d taken her in, taken to her, shoved her own biological offspring and her own grandchild offpartly because she"d had to, because Julia kept being a fool and pushing the issue, and insisting on pushing it & which was how Julia had gotten a not-roundtrip ticket for herself and Gloria to Fargone.

So it was true. Maman had loved her. Not Julia.

Then MamanJane Stra.s.senhad gone out to Fargone to live, to spend her last days with Ollie, and Julia and Gloria. Maman had been very old, and knew she didn"t have that long: Julia was the child of her last good decades, tank-born; and Maman had gone out there to live, and spent those few final yearshow?

Had Maman ever warmed at all to Julia and Gloria?

How had Ollie fit in, and had Ollie protected Maman, the way he"d always protected Maman, from untoward incidents? Ollie would have done that; Ollie would have stood them off at the door.

And Ollie had ended up Director of Reseunes.p.a.ce, with all the power to handle anything Julia Stra.s.sen could ever think up, that was what. That was justice.

Oh, there were questions she should have asked.

Oh, there were questions she definitely should have.

So I suppose we owe you thank you for the tickets and we"ll see you as soon as we tie up a few things here. I"ve never been on a ship before. Maman said it"s nothing much, but I"m excited.

Best thing she"d ever heard about Gloria.

Deep breath. She punched the b.u.t.ton on Valery"s letter.

It exploded on the screen; became white light, a black blot that ran everywhere and left an impression on the eyes, a red, lingering glow. It hurt.

The glow had the shape of a face when she shut her eyes. She thought it looked male, but she wasn"t sure. It was a furious, murderous face. G.o.d, how had Base One let that that through? through?

On her d.a.m.ned e-trail, that was how, her blanket permission for any letter answering her letter. There There was a warning, a cold, chilling warning. Her sig had power to crack the electronic gates of Base One, on which the security of all Reseune, h.e.l.l, all was a warning, a cold, chilling warning. Her sig had power to crack the electronic gates of Base One, on which the security of all Reseune, h.e.l.l, all Union Union rested. And she had to be more careful, hereafter. rested. And she had to be more careful, hereafter.

A letter had turned up in the wake of the image, an ordinary letter. Dear Ari, it said. With that h.e.l.lish face still blinking faintly red in her vision.

Dear Ari, h.e.l.l! If that d.a.m.ned thing had brought anything pernicious in with it & Base security search, she told Base One. she told Base One. Focus: Candide packet in Base One, all activity, all files. Focus: Candide packet in Base One, all activity, all files.

Base One set about its business. The letter remained.

I wondered if you remembered. Clearly you do. Thanks for the offer. It presents me a mild dilemma. I have a reputation here in the art world, and your offer would both bring new opportunities and take me out of an area where I have considerable commercial value. I do have to consider, however, that your patronage is no small matter, and if I could be a.s.sured of creative freedom and your patronage during my establishment at Reseune, or in Novgorod, your support of my work would be invaluable.

Not a shred of soft sentiment. Creative freedom. Patronage Creative freedom. Patronage during his during his establishment & establishment & She let a slow breath go. Temper had gotten up, since the fright. Adrenaline helped nothing.

So I will be arriving for an exploratory visit and hope to renew old acquaintances.

Oh, to be sure. Sit in the d.a.m.ned sandbox and I"ll lend you my shovel, Valery. d.a.m.n your presumption. My patronage! patronage! b.l.o.o.d.y b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l h.e.l.l if I"ll be used! if I"ll be used!