Changer of Worlds

“The worst of it,” Virginia mused, “is that there wasn’t even any real lust involved. No emotion at all. The rapists—sorry, the phenotype technicians—have to be chemically induced to even get an erection.” She actually managed a giggle. “Sometimes, looking back, I almost feel sorry for them. Almost. I don’t think there exists anybody in the galaxy as bored with sex as those people.”

“Nine?” Victor asked shakily.

She shrugged. “Yeah. It hurts. A lot, in the begi

Victor felt like he was wading in a cesspool. But he finally understood the sheer savagery of the Audubon Ballroom. He had never approved of the kind of terrorist tactics which their militants often applied to individual targets. Counterproductive, ideologically. But—

She laughed harshly. “Almost! Ha! That one time Jeremy X and his comrades caught a phenotype technician here on Terra—stupid bastard went on vacation, can you believe it?—I raced down to see the body like everybody else.”

At one time, Victor would have winced. Now, he simply growled his own satisfaction. He knew the incident she was referring to. It had been one of the most famous exploits of the Ballroom, and one which had produced a gale of official outrage. The Solarian League’s Executive Council met in an elaborate palace. As part of the palace’s decor, there was a statue in the center of the antechamber. The statue was a human-sized replica of a gigantic and long-destroyed ancient monument called the Statue of Liberty. The Council members had not been amused to arrive one day and find the naked body of a “phenotype engineer” impaled on the statue’s torch, with a sign hanging around his neck which read: Hoist on his own petard, wouldn’t you say?

He took a deep breath. “I still think the tactics are counterproductive.”

Virginia smiled slyly. “That’s what Kevin says, too.” The smile faded. “I don’t know. I suppose you’re right. But—”

She took her own deep breath. “You don’t know what it’s like, Victor,” she said softly. There was a hint of moisture in her dark eyes. “All your life you’re told you’re inferior—genetically. Not really human. You wonder about it yourself. Sometimes I think the way I put on such a slutty act is just because—” No hint, now; the tears were welling. She wiped them away half-angrily. “So maybe you and Kevin are right. All I know is that after I saw that body I felt a lot better about myself.”

The moment passed, and Virginia went back to her customary badinage. “Anyway, after I escaped I made my living as a whore. The pay’s good and what else do I know how to do?” Sourly: “Kevin insisted that I give it up, when he proposed.”

Victor had learned enough to resist his natural impulse: But surely you were glad to abandon that life of degradation! Virginia, he was quite certain, had been happy enough to quit the trade. But she enjoyed goosing the greenhorn.

Gi

When she realized he wasn’t going to rise to the bait, Gi

And so, just as Usher had pla

“Smart man,” mused Victor.

“Isn’t he?” agreed Gi

The Third Day

Helen

Helen had no way of keeping track of time, beyond the meals which her captors gave her. After four meals, she decided that they were feeding her twice a day. Which, if she was right, meant that she had now been imprisoned for three days.

The food was plentiful, but consisted of nothing more than some kind of standard rations. For troops, possibly, although Helen suspected darkly that the rations were designed for convict laborers. Nasty stuff. She certainly wouldn’t feed crap like that to armed soldiers. They’d mutiny within a week.

The stuff didn’t do wonders for her digestion, either. Fortunately, her captors had provided her with a modern portable toilet instead of the crude bed pan which was always provided in the adventure novels she loved to read. She got plenty of use for the thing. More than her captors had intended, in fact, because she had quickly learned that the slot behind the heatflash disposal mechanism was perfect for concealing her digging shards.

That was about the only good thing about the disposal mechanism. It was so old and poorly maintained that it barely served for its official function. And not well enough to cover the stench which slowly, as the hours and days went by, began to fill the cell.

But that too, Helen decided, was all to the good. She noticed that after the second day, her captors came in and out of her cell as quickly as possible. Holding their breath all the while.

So she continued her dogged tu

Victor

The next day seemed endless to Victor. The only assignment Usher had given him was to do nothing, beyond his normal tasks as an SS officer in the embassy. Which, in Victor’s case, amounted to glorified clerical work.

He even found himself looking forward to the evening. He was supposed to meet with Virginia again, in a tavern deep in the Loop, and then spend the rest of the night with her at a nearby cheap hotel. The cover was the obvious one of a man having an assignation with a prostitute.

Despite his certainty that Gi

In the solemnly self-critical ma

He liked Gi

By the time lunch break came around, Victor was actually feeling quite relaxed. Then, on his way to the cafeteria, he spotted Usher marching down another hallway toward the barracks and felt himself tighten up all over again.

If the Marine citizen colonel noticed him as well, he gave no sign of it. A moment later Kevin was gone, passing through the door into the section of the big building set aside for the Marine detachment which guarded the embassy.

Victor’s stride, upon seeing Usher, had turned into an almost-stumbling shuffle. Then, frantically trying to recover his poise, he did stumble. He only kept himself from falling by an awkward half-leap which drew the eyes of all the other people in the corridor at the time. There were three of them—two clerks and a Marine citizen sergeant.