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<strong>Peter</strong> <strong>Watts</strong> 4 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Island</strong><br />
long have I been dead?<br />
How long? It's the first thing everyone asks.<br />
After all this time, I don't want to know.<br />
He's alone at the tac tank when I arrive on the bridge, his eyes<br />
full of icons and trajectories. Perhaps I see a little of me in there,<br />
too.<br />
"I didn't get your name," I say, although I've looked it up on the<br />
manifest. We've barely been introduced and already I'm lying to<br />
him.<br />
"Dix." He keeps his eyes on the tank.<br />
He's over ten thousand years old. Alive for maybe twenty of<br />
them. I wonder how much he knows, who he's met during those<br />
sparse decades: does he know Ishmael, or Connie? Does he know<br />
if Sanchez got over his brush with immortality?<br />
I wonder, but I don't ask. <strong>The</strong>re are rules.<br />
I look around. "We're it?"<br />
Dix nods. "For now. Bring back more if we need them. But…"<br />
His voice trails off.<br />
"Yes?"<br />
"Nothing."<br />
I join him at the tank. Diaphanous veils hang within like frozen,<br />
color-coded smoke. We're on the edge of a molecular dust cloud.<br />
Warm, semiorganic, lots of raw materials: formaldehyde, ethylene<br />
glycol, the usual prebiotics. A good spot for a quick build. A red<br />
dwarf glowers dimly at the center of the Tank. <strong>The</strong> chimp has<br />
named it DHF428, for reasons I've long since forgotten to care<br />
about.<br />
"So fill me in," I say.<br />
His glance is impatient, even irritated. "You too?"<br />
"What do you mean?"<br />
"Like the others. On the other builds. Chimp can just squirt the<br />
specs but they want to talk all the time."<br />
Shit, his link's still active. He's online.<br />
I force a smile. "Just a— a cultural tradition, I guess. We talk<br />
*