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Dear Jonny,
Mom says you're going somewhere else now and aren't going to be staying with us anymore. Please be careful and don't get caught anymore and come back to see ...
Danice
Jonny smiled as he slipped the note back into its envelope. You be careful, too, Danice, he thought. Maybe you, at least, will remember us kindly.
Interlude
The negotiations were over, the treaty was signed, ratified, and being implemented, and the euphoric haze that had pervaded the Central Committee's meetings ...
"It's not a question of ingratitude or injustice-it's a question of pure necessity," the Committi told the assembly, his voice quavering only slightly. Seate...
From their faces, though, it was obvious most of them didn't, an attitude clearly shown by the first person to rise when H'orme had finished. "If you'll forg...
Or paranoid, as the word will be interpreted, D'arl thought. But H'orme had one tacnuke yet in reserve, and as the Committi picked up a magcard from his stac...
A few frowns began to appear. "You're saying they never got more than eighty-five percent into the field?" a Committi halfway around the table spoke up. "The...
"That's the number that were physically able to go after training," H'orme told her. "The rest of them were dropped for psychosociological reasons."
"So?" someone else shrugged. "No testing method's ever perfect. As long as they caught all of the unacceptable ones-"
"I expect H'orme's point is whether or not they did catch all of them," another Committi suggested dryly.
"A simple check of eyewitness accounts from Silvern and Adirondack-"
"Will take months to complete," H'orme interrupted. "But there's more. Dismiss, if you'd like, the possibility of antisocial leanings in any of the Cobras. A...
All eyes turned to him. "What are you talking about? Mendro said . . ." The speaker paused.
"Mendro deflected the question exceptionally well," H'orme said grimly. "The fact of the matter is that the nanocomputers are read-only and can't be reprogra...
"Why weren't we told?"
"Initially, I presume, because the Army wanted the Cobras and was afraid we'd veto or modify their chosen design. More recently, the point was probably not b...
All of which, D'arl knew, was only partly correct. All the data on the nanocomputers had been in the original Cobra proposals, had anyone besides H'orme deem...
The discussion raged back and forth for a while, and long before it was over the remaining air of euphoria had vanished from the chamber. But if the new sens...
"You should know by now that clear-cut victories are as rare as oxygen worlds," H'orme chided D'arl later in his office. "We got them thinking-really thinkin...
"All of which could've been avoided if they'd just paid attention to the Cobra project in the first place," D'arl muttered.
"No one can pay attention to everything," H'orme shrugged. "Besides, there's an important psychological effect operating here. Most of the Dominion sees the ...
D'arl tapped two fingers on the arm of his chair. "Maybe next time they'll know better."
"Possibly. But I doubt it." H'orme leaned back in his chair with a tired sigh. "Anyway, this is the situation we have to live with. What do you suggest as ou...
D'arl pursed his lips. H'orme had been doing this a lot lately, and whether it was due to simple mental fatigue or a conscious effort to sharpen the younger ...
H'orme nodded. "Agreed. Have someone-Joromo, maybe-get started on it."
"Yes, sir." D'arl stood up. "I think, though, that I'll do this one personally. I want to make sure it's done right."
A ghost of a smile flicked across H'orme's lips. "You humor an old man's obsession, D'arl, and I appreciate it. But I think you'll find-you and the rest of t...
Veteran: 2407
The late-afternoon sunlight glinted whitely off the distant mountains as the shuttle came to rest with only a slight bounce. Army-issue satchel slung over hi...
Taking a deep breath of the perfume, he stepped off the pad and walked the hundred meters to a long, one-story building labeled "Horizon Customs: Entry Point...
A smiling man awaited him by a waist-high counter. "Hello, Mr. Moreau; welcome back to Horizon. I'm sorry-should I call you 'Cee-three Moreau'?"
" 'Mister' is fine," Jonny smiled. "I'm a civilian now."
"Of course, of course," the man said. He was still smiling, but there seemed to be just a trace of tension behind the geniality. "And glad of it, I suppose. ...
"Sure." Jonny slid the bag off his shoulder and placed it on the counter. The faint hum of his servos touched his inner ear as he did so, sounding strangely ...
By the time he finished, Jonny's two other cases had been brought in. Bell went through them with quick efficiency, made a few notations on his comboard, and...
"All set, Mr. Moreau," he said. "You're free to go."
"Thanks." Jonny put his satchel over his shoulder once more and transferred the other two bags from the counter to the floor. "Is Transcape Rentals still in ...
"Sure is, but they've moved three blocks farther east. Want to call a taxi?"
"Thanks; I'll walk." Jonny held out his right hand.
For just a moment the smile slipped. Then, almost warily, Bell took the outstretched hand. He let go as soon as he politely could.
Picking up his bags, Jonny nodded at Bell and left the building.
* * *
Mayor Teague Stillman shook his head tiredly as he turned off his comboard and watched page two hundred of the latest land-use proposal disappear from the sc...
There was a tap on his open door, and Stillman looked up to see Councilor Sutton Fraser standing in the doorway. "Come on in," he invited.