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happened to run across the Taser. That was what Voytek had indicated, grumpily, on his<br />
way out, when they’d gotten back here on the Yamaha.<br />
But that wasn’t what Garreth had told him, in Hollis’s hotel room. Garreth had said that<br />
he needed Fiona to operate the other drone, the one with the little helicopters, so he<br />
needed Milgrim to operate the penguin. To keep an eye on the general area, he said.<br />
When Milgrim asked which area that was, Garreth had said that he didn’t know yet, but<br />
that he was sure Milgrim would do very well. Milgrim, remembering the pleasure he’d<br />
taken in rolling the black ray, decided that simply nodding was the best course. Though<br />
the idea of anyone wanting him to operate anything was new. Other people operated<br />
things, and Milgrim observed them doing it. But, he supposed, he was really only being<br />
asked to observe something, whatever it was, through the cameras in the penguin, and it<br />
was best, as Fiona suggested, to regard the Taser as a random add-on.<br />
It was harder to get the penguin to do anything, in the constrained space of the Vegas<br />
cube, than it had been to get the ray to do those rhythmic somersaults, but he was starting,<br />
now, to manage a repeated stationary roll. If he bumped the wall, Fiona noticed, and<br />
didn’t like it, so he tried to be as careful as he could. She said that the robotics in the<br />
wings were fragile, and the penguin was helpless without them. It didn’t really fly,<br />
because penguins don’t, and it was a balloon; rather, it swam, through air instead of<br />
water, and once you had it going where you wanted it to, it knew how to swim by itself.<br />
He was careful to keep that overridden now. He wished they could take the thing out and<br />
really fly it, the way he’d seen her fly the other one in Paris, but she said that they<br />
couldn’t, because people might see it and get excited, and because Garreth had ordered<br />
her to keep him inside.<br />
Being kept inside with Fiona was an excellent thing, as far as Milgrim was concerned,<br />
but he was starting to recall Hollis’s scary-looking shower with something other than fear.<br />
“I wish there was a shower here,” he said, slowing the penguin’s roll, bringing the Taser<br />
around until it was on the bottom, stopping it. There was something wonderfully<br />
satisfying about this thing, something silky about the way it worked.<br />
“There is,” said Fiona, looking up from his Air, where she sat at the table.<br />
“There is?” Milgrim, on his back on the white foam, glanced around the blank white<br />
walls, thinking he’d missed a door.<br />
“Benny has one rigged up. Drivers use it, sometimes. It has a geyser so old that it has a<br />
box that used to take coins. I could do with one myself.”<br />
Milgrim was simultaneously aware of the stickiness of his armpits and what even the<br />
briefest image of Fiona in a shower did to him. “You go first, then.”<br />
“You can’t trust Benny’s geyser,” said Fiona. “Get it working, it’ll go once, then stop.<br />
We should shower together.”<br />
“Together,” said Milgrim, and heard the voice he only had in police custody. He<br />
coughed.<br />
“We’ll leave the light out,” said Fiona, who was looking at him with an expression he