Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
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ANALOG<br />
an update.<br />
Blake was beginning to smell a rat.<br />
Chapter 34<br />
The measure of just how lousy Rikki felt<br />
was that, lifting her head at the sudden tapping<br />
on her window, she felt relief at seeing<br />
Li.<br />
“Door’s open,” Rikki croaked. She let her<br />
head flop back onto the sofa arm.<br />
“I see you’re better,” Li chirped, coming<br />
into the house. “I expected to find you in<br />
bed.”<br />
“I was going for some dry crackers. Halfway<br />
to the kitchen I reconsidered.” When I remembered<br />
they were made from sea slime.<br />
Li set down her med kit. “I’d like to take a<br />
scan.” Whatever Rikki’s nanites had to report<br />
or the scanner found on its own must not<br />
have merited specific comment. “You’ll live,<br />
though from the looks of you, at the moment<br />
that isn’t a selling point.”<br />
The woman had no bedside manner.<br />
“When will I be over this? Whatever this is?”<br />
Rikki hesitated—fearful, almost superstitiously<br />
so—of evoking a nightmare from an era before<br />
med nanites. “Am I contagious?”<br />
“Don’t know, don’t know, <strong>and</strong> do you see<br />
me wearing a mask?”<br />
Then came the repeat lecture about keeping<br />
hydrated <strong>and</strong> foods that might stay down,<br />
followed by megadoses of vitamins <strong>and</strong> antinausea<br />
meds. It all wore Rikki out. “What have<br />
you heard from Endeavour?” she asked as Li<br />
helped her back to bed.<br />
“Only that they’re still searching.”<br />
“And Blake?”<br />
“He’s busy. Now get some rest.”<br />
Fitfully, disappointed that Blake hadn’t written,<br />
or even acknowledged any of her brief<br />
notes, Rikki drifted in <strong>and</strong> out of sleep.<br />
A few more seconds, Li told herself. And,<br />
don’t look bored.<br />
Finally, it stopped.<br />
Wearing his customary smug <strong>and</strong> oblivious<br />
smile, Carlos rolled off her onto his side of the<br />
bed. He pulled up the sheet. His breathing<br />
slowed. In a minute or two, he would be snoring.<br />
They needed to talk, <strong>and</strong> the best time for<br />
that was after sex. When he was relaxed.<br />
When even more than usual, the little head<br />
did most of his thinking.<br />
Propping herself up on an elbow, resting<br />
her h<strong>and</strong> lightly on his chest, Li said, “You<br />
awake?”<br />
“Mmm?”<br />
“The sun’s still high <strong>and</strong> there’s just us. We<br />
can’t sleep now.”<br />
“Watch me.”<br />
“I’m serious,” Li said. “And this is important.”<br />
“Marvin is watching the kids.”<br />
“Eyes-open important. And sit up.”<br />
Carlos sat. Li spoke. And he, once she had<br />
finished, as she had known he must, had<br />
agreed to everything. She had Carlos well conditioned.<br />
Like Pavlov’s salivating dog. If only<br />
just saliva were involved . . .<br />
On the verge of triumph, she felt pangs of<br />
disappointment. The gr<strong>and</strong>eur of her vision<br />
was wasted on Carlos. The meticulous beauty<br />
of her planning—as much of it as she had<br />
shared—interested him only as it assured their<br />
success. All that he responded to was the expectation<br />
of future coupling.<br />
She could live with that. She needed his<br />
help, <strong>and</strong> what mattered to her was the outcome.<br />
As for the other four, she had given them<br />
their chance.<br />
Shuffling more often than walking, but feeling<br />
human for the first time in days, Rikki<br />
made her way down Main Street. She tried to<br />
forget the uphill trip that she faced to return<br />
home. As she passed the garage, its door began<br />
to rise. Carlos had hitched a trailer to the<br />
back of their dump truck; he sat on the backhoe-loader,<br />
revving the motor, evidently about<br />
to drive the contraption up the ramp onto the<br />
trailer.<br />
Her voice was as feeble as a kitten’s; he<br />
must not have heard her over the growl of the<br />
engine, asking what he was doing. Whatever,<br />
she could find out later. Or not—curiosity<br />
seemed too much like work. She waved, he<br />
waved back, <strong>and</strong> she shuffled on.<br />
Between fence slats, Rikki watched children<br />
ramming around, climbing, swinging. Marvin<br />
had unlocked the gate at her approach, but<br />
she could hardly make it budge. “Marvin,” she<br />
called. With a squeal of grit-clogged hinges,<br />
the gates swung inward.<br />
Activity in the yard all but ceased.<br />
92 EDWARD M. LERNER