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Peter Watts 166 Blindsight<br />

and I followed, guiding the Shroud of Szpindel between us. My<br />

leg and side were stinging again, now that Cunningham had<br />

reminded them to. There wouldn't be much he could do about<br />

them, though. The beams would have cauterized the flesh on their<br />

way through, and if they'd hit anything vital I'd have been dead<br />

already.<br />

At the hatch we broke into single-file: Szpindel first,<br />

Cunningham pushing at his heels. By the time I emerged into the<br />

drum Bates and the gang were already down on deck and taking<br />

their usual seats. Sarasti, in the flesh, watched them from the end<br />

of the conference table.<br />

His eyes were naked. From this angle the soft, full-spectrum<br />

light of the drum washed the shine from them. If you didn't look<br />

too closely, for too long, you might almost think those eyes were<br />

Human.<br />

BioMed had been spun down for my arrival. Cunningham<br />

pointed to a diagnostic couch on a section of the stilled deck that<br />

served as our infirmary; I floated over and strapped myself in.<br />

Two meters away, past a waist-high guard rail that had risen from<br />

the deck, the rest of the drum rolled smoothly past. It slung Bates<br />

and the Gang and Sarasti around like weights on a string.<br />

I tapped ConSensus to hear them. James was speaking, quietly<br />

and without expression. "I noticed a new pattern in the formconstants.<br />

Something in the grating. It looked like a signal. It got<br />

stronger as I went down the tunnel, I followed it, I blacked out. I<br />

don't remember anything more until we were on our way back.<br />

Michelle filled me in, as much as she could. That's all I know. I'm<br />

sorry."<br />

A hundred degrees away in the no-gee zone, Cunningham<br />

maneuvered his predecessor into a coffin with different options<br />

than those up front. I wondered if it would embark on an autopsy<br />

during the debriefing. I wondered if we'd be able to hear the<br />

sounds it made.<br />

"Sascha," Sarasti said.<br />

"Yeah." Sascha's trademark drawl infected the voice. "I was<br />

riding Mom. Went deaf dumb and stark fucking blind when she<br />

passed out. I tried to take over but something was blocking me.

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