<> did more than that. The pulse went through the ship in no uncertain strength.

Paul One flinched, dropped his tormenting of the Rafe-simulacrum and turned fierce attention toward the duplicates and the corridor <> protected.

"Diversions," said . "Don"t regard them. <> means to lure you into reach."

"I know," Paul said, having gotten / back wider than it had been. / was wide as all the universe. / was unstoppable, having tendrils in Rafe-shape, and in his own; and extensions into . He pulled at another memory, warped it out of shape, and Rafe-mind writhed in agony.

gained another section of the ship by complete default, for = = = = realigned = = = == self: the Cannibal had ambitions, and <>"s indirection and "s aggressiveness advised = = = = which allegiance was, at the moment, the better choice.

<> sent out another pulse which resounded painfully through the ship.

But it did not deter desertions.

There was silence, dreadful silence, among Lindy"s ruin. Rafe recovered himself, wiped at his eyes, ashamed of the terror he had created. He was theirs, in common, their stability, the one thing impossible to counterfeit. He sensed their dependency. He sniffed, unheroically wiped his nose, sat down in the command chair and wiped his eyes again. None of them could touch him, none lay the least substance of a comforting finger on him, his sad-faced, devoted ghosts. They only waited in a half-ring about the console, two of everyone, even of himself.

"I"m sorry," he said to them. "Really sorry." Another wipe at his eyes with the heel of his hand.

"That"s all right," said one of his doppelgangers he did not even know which one. They had a right to be ashamed, he thought; and upset; and they looked to be.

"Someone want to fill me in?" the other of his doppelgangers said. "I"m lost. I think several of us are. I think" with a frightened glance at the one transparent as himself: "I was here; and talked to Rafe-about leaving the ship. Then it got me-in the dark. Am I far off? How lost am I?"

"Hours," Rafe said, himself. "No farther."

"You"re still hoa.r.s.e."

"Yes," he said, looking at the two Jillans. He could not tell them apart. There was no difference. That, more than anything, hurt him. He wanted there to be a difference. He wanted one to be real, an original, his sister; and there were two, both hurting, both claiming the right to existence and to him.

"We"re all right," said the leftmost Paul, who had the rightmost"s steadying hand on his shoulder. The speaker"s voice was thin. "We understand. I think we"ve got the drill down pat. It"s just the shock. . . ."

"Dammit," said Rafe One. He stood up, holding out empty, helpless hands, to him, to the Jillan-newcomer. "I"m sorry. I"m sorry, hear."

"I know," said Rafe Three. "It"s what he says the shock of it. Waking up-finding we"re not . . . what we were prepared to be."

"But we are," said one of the Jillans. The other"s mouth was set hard; this one had Jillan"s most brittle look, don"t-touch-me, don"t-pity-me. "It"s what I said. We never know-we never know, after a copy"s made-which one we are."

"Shut up," the other Jillan said.

"You don"t need me," said Jillan (he was sure now) One. The chin firmed, the head lifted. "I"m not your self. Stop thinking of me that way."

"Sister," Rafe said, to comfort Jillan. Both faces looked his way, instinctively, and the horror overwhelmed him.

"I didn"t plan" Rafe Three said in his default. "I didn"t plan to be superfluous. Wasn"t that the word I just used of you? How many of us does it need, for G.o.d"s sake?" He walked off from them, through Lindy"s console. Rafe winced, knowing the self-torment behind that move. "It could get real crowded here," Rafe Three said, recovering his humor, a desperate look back at all the surplus of them, a look upward as something went howling through the speakers overhead. "d.a.m.n that thing!" And then, with a futile reach at the com controls: "Com light"s on-Rafe, Rafe-for G.o.d"s sake, I can"t touch it"

Rafe moved, dived through the simulacrum, pushed the b.u.t.ton; but the light went out under his hands and the sound was gone.

"Games," he said. "Dammit, it"s playing games with us!"

"((()))!" 0 shouted at the culprit, but ((())) ran, evaded a wandering segment of = == = = and kept screaming.

"Lonely," ((())) said when ((())) had stopped eventually. This was improvement of a kind. ((())) had acquired an opinion after eons of raving lunacy. ((())) peered from behind a weak barrier ((())) had erected and looked doubtfully at <>. "Away!" <> raged at ((())). "Get out of here!"

((())) drew ((()))self up on all ((()))"s legs and dropped the barrier. "((())) remember," ((())) said, "flesh"

And that word whispered through the ship with a mult.i.tude of connotations as ((())) fled.

leapt out of ((()))"s path and shuddered, coming close to <>.

"Why haven"t deserted too?" <> wondered.

"Bravery," said .

"I was the last it copied," Paul said, in the silence, in the devastation of them all. "I think-I think I know things. I think my double understands best what"s going on. I was the last it took." He walked over to the counter, settled on the edge in a parody of sitting, for it was hard to recall after a lifetime of having a body that it made little difference where it rested, except it put him near the one of them that could occupy a seat and make its fabric give. Rafe looked at him-bruised, shadow-eyed. Rafe Two stood G.o.dlike in his handsomeness; Three had a foredoomed look, brooding and quiet. And Jillan, his Jillan, was the image of her brothers, her face so much like theirs and so much more delicate, so doubly resolute, in both her shapes. His own doppelganger came to settle at his side-so tired he looks, Paul thought, shocked at himself. He drew an unneeded breath, straightened his shoulders, looked once and achingly at Jillan.

"Kepta and I," he said, "had a real frank talk. I don"t know all it expects of me. I suspected it might lie, in several ways. Eventually I-had an other impression. That Kepta"s got a problem and he"s scared. I don"t know what he"s up to now."

"Do you know more than I do?" his doppel-ganger asked him.

"No," he said. "More than that, no. G.o.d help us."

"G.o.d help us," it echoed. "Both."

"What"s it want?" one of the Rafe-doubles asked. Three, Paul thought. "I wish someone could bring me up to date."

"There"s one of me," Paul said quietly, "my first version, Kepta said. Said he"s got some kind of enemy-Kepta has. And that other version of me is on that enemy"s side and crazy as they come. Maybe I know how. But that"s all I know" he said to Rafe, slid a glance at Rafe Three. That Rafe was afraid-he saw it, and felt a dim, ugly affirmation of himself.

My darker side, he thought, because it gave him, deeply, secretly-satisfaction. Rival. He seized on that idea, refused to let it go until he had turned all sides of it to the light. Because I"m not strong, and he is. Andjillan is. He lifted his head and looked at the Original.

"Barriers," he said. "Barriers, Rafe. Jillan-I love you two, you and Rafe. That"s the one thing I have to keep telling myself over and over. Kepta said I have to figure out why I love you. And now that I do try to Figure it out it"s very simple. I"m not a good man without that."

"That"s nonsense," Jillan said.

"Oh, but it"s not. Without someone to trust I"m not trustable myself. I work on reciprocities. You provide me-environment. You"re my morality. And if you fail me I"m worse than lost. You get my other side. Or it gets me. There"s a part of me wants more than anything to be like you, independent. Capable. There"s a part of me wants to prove you"re not capable at all; wants to see you"re like me, in need of props and braces. Wants to-affirm my own humanity, I guess, by proving you"re like me Don"t say anything," he said to Jillan, because she began to protest the mandatory, affirming things. "You"ve never seen my insides. I think you needed me, all right. Needed my station credit, someone to work with you, another strong back; my-friendship. I believe that. I really do. You and Rafe. I don"t think you really have the least idea what I wanted when I dragged a merchanter into marrying. It was that kind of thing. Affirmation. Environment. Something to define me and give me the props I need."

"You"re not like that," Jillan said. His Jillan, the older one. "That isn"t why I married you."

He looked at her, smiled sadly at loyalty reflected in both her versions. "But I am," he said. "That"s what you got, Jillan-love. A bad man who"s told you the truth for once, because he had to tell it to himself." He gathered himself to his feet and walked off from them, their eyes. Looked back again, having remembered suffering beside Jillan"s and his own. "Kepta said a lot would rest on me; and knowing me," he said to Rafe Three, "Kepta judged I needed help. Maybe that"s why you"re here. I don"t know. You"re stronger than I am. I need you." And having admitted that: "I"m full of shadow-spots. He said you had only one secret. I won"t ask you what that is." "I have a thousand," said Rafe Three in uncomfortable charity. "Doesn"t any human born?"

"You have one," Paul said.

"d.a.m.n that thing!" Jillan cried, leaping to her feet. "It"s got no b.l.o.o.d.y right to mess with us!"

"And you," Paul said, staring at her directly, "use yours."

Her eyes fixed on him in sudden, white-edged shock. "He told you? He told you that?"

"Not what it was. Just how you work."

"What does it know about humanity?"

He listened to that. Secrets wielded like a shield, deflecting questions that could go through to the heart. He nodded, quite calm about it, armored in the truth. "Trust isn"t the way you work. You never trusted me with the truth. Maybe I couldn"t have stood it. You always protected me."

"What"s that supposed to mean? You"re not making sense, Paul."

"You are. Making sense, I mean. To me. Don"t change. I love you. Love me back. That"s all I want. Does it cost too much?"

"No," she said, not understanding him. She would not, he thought, understand him; or believe truth when she heard it, though she was wise in other ways. And in the wickedness of his heart he found that he was in one way stronger, and wiser, and for once he had something to give away.

He smiled at her. Watched both her versions frown.

"Rafe," he said, looking back at the Original, "I figure when the stuff starts to go, hard, you know? we"ll be separate. Could be any minute. Maybe when we figure something essential Kepta wants he"ll s.n.a.t.c.h us out of here. I want you to know you"re brother, father, mother to me. She, my real family-they made her mother in a lab; she and gran did the best they could with me. Ma wasn"t any rebel like I told you. They shot her by accident. She just got in the way. That was the way she was. Like gran. Wrong place. Wrong time. That"s all."

"Guessed she wasn"t any rebel," Rafe said in the faintest, most diffident of voices. "They gave you that station share. They never would have, if she"d been on the rebel side. However young you were."

He nodded, head up, discovering the nakedness he had always suspected with them. "Couldn"t impress you, could I?"

"Didn"t have to," Rafe said. "Not that way. You"re family, Paul."

"Family," he said back. "Yes, you are. All the love and hate and everything that is. Everything that holds me together. I want you to know that."

He felt a hand slide past the hollow of his arm, his own Jillan"s slim, smooth touch; her head pressed against him.

And beside the counter, the other two, the new-made set, not touching, nonpartic.i.p.ant and already alive, because they had chosen not to touch, because they had not consented to what he felt. He put his arm about his Jillan. At last his doppel-ganger did, for whatever his own thoughts were put his about the other Jillan, who drew a deep, insubstantial breath for hers.

"It said," said that other Jillan, "that two of you went wrong."

"One of me," said Rafe.

"Or me," said Rafe Two, moving finally, to sit on the counter edge. "We don"t really know which one."

"Does it make a difference?" Rafe one asked.

"As to how far off it is," said Rafe Two, "as to how it adapts to the dark-it might."

The Original shook his head. "No. If it came from as early as I think it might-no difference, except in what it"s been through."

"Isn"t that always the difference?" Paul asked, discovering this in himself. "Events change us. Isn"t that why we all exist? I"m not that other Paul. He"s not me. We"re all of us-very real."

"I feel that way," Rafe Three said with a small, desperate laugh. "I feel alive." And looking distractedly at Jillan: "You said that once."

So <> had made O"s move. was not impressed.

"Mistake," said, and unleashed the ent.i.ty had made, Paul-Rafe, while stalked larger quarry.

"See," O> wailed, knowing this, skipping along at O"s side as they proceeded elsewhere in the ship. "<> have lost."

"Not yet," <> said.

remained puzzled; and angry. And frightened, that foremost, as <> and built barriers.

"This is retreat," said.

"Maneuver," said <>.

"It"s late for that," said .

"Everything is late," <> said.

"<>," <> heard, a pulse that made <> wince. had gathered strength. "<>, am waiting for <> to cross the line." Meanwhile Paul One had moved, slipping through the corridors. == = = = went at Paul One"s side, in all = = = = "s segments. Some of them shrieked in protest, but they all went, having no choice in this new alignment.

There was dark in the side-corridors of Far gone docks, the kind of deep twilight of betweentimes, between main and alterday, and someone stalked. Rafe ran, in starkest terror.

"Hey, miner-brat," security yelled and he ought to have turned and faced the man, but he had no pa.s.s to be across the lines at this hour, a miner in s.p.a.cer territory.

He rounded a corner, slid in among shipping canisters awaiting the mover to pick them up. Their shadows pa.s.sed and his heart crashed against his ribs in regular, aching pulses.

They searched. If they caught him they hauled him in for questions; questions led to Welfare, and Welfare to a.s.signed jobs. Forever.

"Please," they would ask of s.p.a.cers, shyly on the docks, asked them daily, nightly, in the shadows of twilight hours, "sir, got a fetch-carry? Just a chit or two?"

Most had no job for them. Some trusted JUlan but not him. Docksiders stole. Now and again one gave him a message to run-payment at the other end. Sometimes he was cheated. Once a white-haired woman offered him money and a bed and he took the key she offered and went to that sleepover, humiliated when he discovered what she had not wanted at all. Just charity, for a starving kid trying to stay off Station Welfare lists.

He was humiliated more that he had been willing to sell himself, for what she gave away.

And he did not telljillan about that night. He did not tell it even to Paul.

"The time has come," <> said, and made two simulacra. "Wear this," <> said to of Jillan-shape. "o>"ll find things in common with her."

"I don"t know what to do," Paul said to Rafe"s question. "I don"t"

And there were two more of them: a fourth Rafe; a third Jillan standing there, in front of the EVA-pod that reflected them and the hall askew in its warped faceplate.

A pair of them, with that deep-eyed stare. There was horror in newcomer-Jillan"s eyes.

"Kepta," Paul said, guessing.

And: "Kepta," said Rafe, getting to his feet as the rest of them had, "dammit, let Jillan be!"

"Call him Marandu," Kepta said of the anxious Jillan-shape beside him. "That was something like his name. He doesn"t quite describe him. But she doesn"t do it either."

"More games."

"No," Kepta said. "Not now." Jillan/Marandu had hold of Rafe/Kepta"s arm. Kepta shook off the grip and walked aside with a glance upward and about as if his sight went beyond the walls. "It"s quiet out there now. It won"t be for long. It"s moving slowly, expecting traps."

"What are you here for?" asked Jillan One.

"You," Kepta said, and turned a glance at Paul. "It"s time."

"Leave Jillan here," Paul said.