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"Abnethe speaks of sentient motive called curiosity."
"I've my own conditions for such a conference," McKie said. "Tell her I won't agree unless I'm assured she'll make no attack on you or on me during our talk."
"I give such assurance."
"You give it?"
"Probability in Abnethe assurance appears . . . incomplete. Approximate descriptive. Assurance by self runs intense . . . strong. Direct? Perhaps."
"Why do you give this assurance?"
"Employer Abnethe indicates strong desire for talk. Contract covers such . . . catering? Very close term. Catering."
"You guarantee our safety, is that it?"
"Intense assurance, no more."
"No attack during our talk," McKie insisted.
"Thus propels co
Behind McKie, the Laclac enforcer grunted, said, "Do you understand that gibberish?"
"Take your squad and get out of here," McKie said.
"Ser, my orders . . ."
"Deface your orders! I'm acting under the cartouche of Saboteur Extraordinary with full discretion from the Bureau Chief himself! Get out!"
"Ser," the Laclac said, "during the most recent flogging nine enforcers went mad here despite ingestion of angeret and various other chemicals we'd believed would protect us. I ca
"You'll be responsible for a tide station on the nearest desert planet if you don't obey me at once," McKie said. "I will see you packed off to boredom after an official trial by . . ."
"I will not heed your threats, ser," the Laclac said. "However, I will consult Bildoon himself if you so order."
"Consult, then, and hurry it! There's a Taprisiot outside."
"Very well." The Laclac saluted, crawled out the port. His companions in the Beachball continued their restive watch, with occasional worried glances at McKie.
They were brave sentients, all of them, McKie thought, to continue this duty in the face of unknown peril. Even the Laclac demonstrated extraordinary courage - with his perversity. Only obeying orders though; no doubt of that.
Although it galled him, McKie waited.
An odd thought struck him: If all sentients died, all power stations of their universe would grind to a halt. It gave him a strange feeling, this contemplation of an end to mechanical things and commercial enterprise.
Green, growing things would take over - trees with golden light in their branches. And the dull sounds of nameless metal devices, things of plastic and glass, would grow muffled with no ears to hear them.
Chairdogs would die, unfed. Protein vats would fail, decompose.
He thought of his own flesh decomposing.
The whole fleshly universe decomposing.
It would be over in an instant, the way universe measured time.
A wild pulse lost on some breeze.
Presently the Laclac reappeared in the port, said, "Ser, I am instructed to obey your orders, but to remain outside in visual contact with you, returning to this place at the first sign of trouble."
"If that's the best we can do, that's it," McKie said. "Get moving."
In a minute McKie found himself alone with the Caleban. The sense that every place in this room lay behind him persisted. His spine itched. He felt increasingly that he was taking too much of a risk.
But there was the desperation of their position.
"Where's Abnethe?" McKie asked. "I thought she wanted to talk."
A jumpdoor opened abruptly to the left of the Caleban's spoon. Abnethe's head and shoulders appeared in it, all slightly pink-hazed by the slowdown of all energy within that portal. The light was sufficient, though, that McKie could see subtle changes in Abnethe's appearance. He was gratified to note a harried look to her. Wisps of hair escaped her tight coiffure. Bloodshot veins could be detected in her eyes. There were wrinkles in her forehead.
She needed her Beautybarbers.
"Are you ready to give yourself up?" McKie asked.
"That's a stupid question," she said. "You're alone at my command."
"Not quite alone," McKie said, "There are . . ." He broke off at the sly smile which formed on Abnethe's lips.
"You'll note that Fa
McKie shot a glance to his left, saw that the port was closed. Treachery?
"Fa
"No attack," the Caleban said. "Privacy."
McKie imagined the consternation in the enforcers outside right now. But they would never be able to break into the Beachball. He saved his protests, swallowed. The room remained utterly still.
"Privacy, then," he agreed.
"That's better," Abnethe said. "We must reach agreement, McKie. You're becoming somewhat of a nuisance."
"Oh, more than a nuisance, certainly?"
"Perhaps."
"Your Palenki, the one who was going to chop me up - I found him a nuisance, too. Maybe even more than a nuisance. Now that I think about it, I recall that I suffered."
Abnethe shuddered.
"By the way," McKie said, "we know where you are."
"You lie!"
"Not really. You see, you're not where you think you are, Mliss. You think you've gone back in time. You haven't."
"You lie, I say!"
"I have it pretty well figured out," McKie said. "The place where you are was constructed from your co
"What nonsense!" She sounded worried.
"You asked for a place that would be safe from the apocalypse," McKie said. "Fa
"You're guessing," Abnethe said. Her face was grim.
McKie smiled.
"You could stand a little session with your Beautybarbers," he said. "You're looking a bit seedy, Mliss."
She scowled.
"Are they refusing to work for you?" McKie persisted.
"They'll come around!" she snapped.
"When?"
"When they see they've no alternative!"
"Perhaps."
"We're wasting time, McKie."
"That's true. What was it you wanted to say to me?"
"We must make an agreement, McKie; just the two of us."
"You'll marry me, is that it?"
"That's your price?" She was obviously surprised.
"I'm not sure," McKie said. "What about Cheo?"
"Cheo begins to bore me."
"That's what worries me," McKie said. "I ask myself how long it would be until I bored you?"
"I realize you're not being sincere," she said, "that you're stalling. I think, however, we can reach agreement."
"What makes you think that?"
"Fa
McKie peered at the shimmering unpresence of the Caleban. "Fa
And he thought, Fa
Sweat dripped from his forehead. He rocked forward, sensing that he stood on the brink of a revelation.
"Do you still love me, Fa
Abnethe's eyes went wide with surprise. "Whaaat?"
"Affinity awareness," the Caleban said. "Love equates with this coherence I possess of you, McKie."
"How do you savor my single-track existence?" McKie asked.
"Intense affinity," the Caleban said. "Product of sincerity of attempts at communication. I-self-Caleban love you human-person, McKie."
Abnethe glared at McKie. "I came here to discuss a mutual problem, McKie," she flared. "I did not anticipate standing aside for a gibberish session between you and this stupid Caleban!"
"Self not in stupor," the Caleban said.
"McKie," Abnethe said, voice low, "I came to suggest a proposition of mutual benefit. Join me. I don't care what capacity you choose, the rewards will be more than you could possibly . . ."