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"All right," Catlin said, wide-open and very serious. "But Florian's had tape about it already, so he's all right. If he doesn't get a nowith me it's just something he's the specialist at, that's all. But I can learn it all right."
Trust Catlin. Ari paid earnest attention to her eggs, because Catlin was real good at reading her face, and she came near laughing.
Hormones were still crazy. But the brain was starting to fight back.
The brain has to win out, Ari senior had said. But the little gland at the base of the brain is the seat of a lot of the trouble. It's no accident they're so close together: God has a sense of humor.
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"We're giving permission," Ya
Justin looked at the edge of Ya
"What do you think about it?"
He drew a breath, hauled himself back out of the mental shadows and looked at Ya
"I mean—what's your view of the problem?"
"I don't know."
"For God's sake, wake up,son. Didn't think, don't know, what in hell'sthe matter with you?"
He shook his head. "Tired, Ya
He waited for the explosion. Ya
"Grant?"
Justin looked at the wall.
"I'm damn sorry," Ya
"Of course it is," he said softly. "Of course it is. Everything's always coming. I know the damn game. I've had it, Ya
"Son."
"Don't call me that!" He wrenched his eyes back to Ya
Ya
Even that didn't matter.
"Morley's sent a commendation on your work with young Benjamin," Ya
The Rubin baby. Not a baby now. Aged six—a thin, large-eyed and gentle boy with a lot of health problems and a profound attachment to young Ally Morley. And in some measure—his patient.
So Ya
He stared at the artifact in the case.
Non-human. A gentle people humans had no right to call primitive. And of course did. And threw them into protectorate.
"Son—Justin. I'm telling you it's a temporary delay. I told Grant that. Maybe six months. No more than that."
"If I—" He was cold for a moment, cold enough at least to talk without breaking down. "If I agreed to go into detention—if I agreed to cooperate with a deep probe—about everything that's ever gone on between myself and Jordan—would that be enough to get Grant his permit?"
Long silence. "I'm not going to give them that offer," Ya
He shifted his eyes Ya
"I've got something to lose," Ya
"That's a piece of garbage."
"I gave you a chance. I've taken risks with you. I didn't say I thought Will's got a problem. I'm saying that testing your routines—may have to absorb Test subjects. By their very nature. Once they've run, it takes mindwipe to remove them. That doesn't mean they're not useful."
Defense Bureau.
Test programs with mindwipe between runs—
"Justin?"
"God. God. I try to help the azi—and I've created a monstrosity for Defense. My God, Ya
"Calm down. Calm down. We're not talking about the Defense Bureau."
"It willbe. Let them get wind of it—"
"A long way from Applications. Calm down."
It's my work. Without me—they can't. If something happened to me—they can't—not for a long while.
Oh, damn, all the papers, all my notes—
Grant. . . .
"Reseune doesn't give away its processes," Ya
"Reseune's in bedwith Defense. They have been, ever since Giraud got the Council seat."
Ever since Ari died. Ever since her successors sold out—sold out everything she stood for.
God, I wish—wish she was still alive.
The kid—doesn't have a chance.
"Son, —I'm sorry, Justin. Habit. —Listen to me. I see your point. I can see it very clearly. It worries me too."
"Are we being taped, Ya
Ya
"Where's the tape?"
"I'll take care of it."
"Where's the damn tape, Ya
"Calmdown and listen to me. I'm willing to work with you. Blank credit slip. Let me ask you something. Your psych profile says suicide isn't likely. But answer me honestly: is it something you ever think about?"
"No." His heart jumped, painfully. It was a lie. And not. He thought about it then. And lacked whatever it took. Or had no reason sufficient, yet. God, what does it take? Do I have to see the kids walking into the fire before I feel enough guilt? It's too late then. What kind of monster am I?
"Let me remind you—you'd kill Grant. And your father. Or worse—they'd live with it."
"Go to hell, Ya
"You think other researchers didn't ask those questions?"
"Carnath and Emory built Reseune! You think ethics ever bothered that pair?"
"You think ethics didn't bother Ari?"
"Sure. Like Gehe
"The colony lived. Lived, when every single CIT died. Emory's work, damned right. The azi survived."
"In squalor. In abominable conditions—like damned primitives—"
"Throughsqualor. Through catastrophes that peeled away every advantage they came with. The culture on that planet is an azi culture. And they're unique. You forget the human brain, Justin. Human ingenuity. The will to live. You can send an azi soldier into fire—but he's more apt than his CIT counterpart to turn to his sergeant and ask what the gain is. And the sergeant had better have an answer that makes sense to him. You should take a look at the military, Justin. You have a real phobia about that, pardon the eetee psych. They do deal with extreme stress situations. The military sets will walk into fire. But an azi who's too willing to do that is a liability and an azi who likes killing is worse. You take a look at reality before you panic. Look at our military workers down there. They're damned good. Damned polite, damned competent, damned impatient with foul-ups, damned easy to Super as long as they think you're qualified, and capable of relaxing when they're off, unlike some of our assembly-line over-achievers. Look at the reality before you start worrying. Look at the specific types."