him, "Amos said
Joat lit up, her urchin smile taking a year or two off
the extra time life had dealt her, so that she looked
twelve. "Sure! I'll be glad to show Joseph around.
Whenever you like."
"Thank you. And now I must return to my studies."
He sighed theatrically and rose.
"I know how you feel," Joat said, shaking her head in
resignation.
"He's made a conquest there," Channa subvocalized.
"Wonder how he did it?"
"Joat is no longer a feral child," Simeon pointed out
"We broke the ground for him. Being glamorous doesn 't hurt.
And he listens to her. He's naturally interested in people, I
think, under the iveird socvHvUgious stuffthey rammeddown
his throat."
"You're right," Channa said aloud, looking dreamily
at the now dosed door of Amos' quarters.
Well, Simeon-Amos, Simeon thought, you're a hit with
both my girls. A petty observation, but couldn't he
indulge in pettiness in the privacy of his own mind?
'"Course I'm right," Joat said She was having more of
the pineapple slices, fresh from the vats, lavishly doUoped
with ice cream. "You flipping the sheets with him yet?"
Joat!" Channa said warningly, reaching over to flick
her on the ear with thumb and forefinger.
"Watch it!" Joat said, rubbing the offended lobe. "Ill
report you to Gorgan the Organ." She grinned
unrepentandy. "I know all about it, y'know."
"You may have observed N and I wouldn't put that
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past you for a nanosecond, but you don't understand
what you've seen. You also have no manners."
"Yeah, that's true," Joat said complacently,
"\bu needn'tact so smug about the lack," Simeon cutin.
"Why not?" Joat asked. "Lots d^ way-neat stuff you
can't do if you've got manners."
i<
My God, Channa thought, looking up from her
notescreen.
All of them were looking terrible, but Doctor
Chaundra looked old. Antt haunted as well. Channa
was a little surprised. She would have thought him one
of the ones who could handle the fear.
"Here it is,1 he said bitterly, holding up a small syn-
thetic container.
Channa automatically glanced down at the box, a
capsule dispenser, standard model, but looked more
closely at him.
"Are you all right, Doctor?" she said anxiously.
There were other medicos on the station, but only one
Chaundra. Personal factors aside, he was also the only
specialist with experience in original viral research.
"Tired is all," he said. The non-Standard accent in
his voice was stronger than usual, a trace of liquid sing-
song. He stood for a moment by her desk looking at the
box he carried, then he placed it in front of her.
"They're ready," he said, pointing to it.
Channa touched the dispenser slot and it dropped a
gelatin capsule filled with clear liquid into her palm.
"The virus," she said.
"Yes," he murmured. "1, who am a healer, have
created for you a weapon."
"A nonlethal weapon for self-defense" she said in
gende correction.
"Hopefully nonlethal. How can I be sure, with a
genetically nonstandard target population? I cannot
even be certain nobody on the station will die of it!"
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"The probability N" Simeon began in a firm tone.
#_ js vanishingly small, yes, indeed," Chaundra
said. Then he sighed. "There is no sense in complain-
ing after the fact We have made enough so every man
and woman on theCta(&>n gets five. I can't imagine
anyone being unlucty enough to need more than that.
What you do, is bite down on it. Don't swallow and
breathe it all over the Kolnari nearest you. It is con-
tagious even if swallowed, you understand, but more
so with direct contact. If the pirate wishes to kiss you, by
all means let them."
"Ugh!" Channa said, making a face.
"I've alerted the group leaders to call in at the clink
to collect dispensers for distribution to their people,"
Simeon said.
"Remind them, will you," Chaundra said, "that
anyone who uses a capsule should report as soon as
possible to the clinic for the protective shot. They'll get
a light dose then, but their ... um... victim will get
very sick indeed."
"Symptoms?" asked Channa.
"Headache, nausea, diarrhea, fever, possible
delirium." He shivered. "I must get back to my lab. So
much more needs to be done, and there is so little time
to do it all in."
"You need to sleep," Channa said firmly. "Go to bed
for a minimum of six hours."
"That's an order, Chaundra," Simeon told him, "as
of now, you're off duty until tomorrow morning."
"Yes, of course." Chaundra nodded abstractedly.
"And the volunteers," he continued, "have them in the
hospital as soon as the pirates appear. We can accelerate
the onsetN"
"Go to bed!" Channa took him by the arms and gave
him a little shake, finally getting his startled attention.
"Oh..." He smiled. "Good idea. Um..." He paused
at the door and blinked. "Oh, yes. Joat N I have met
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young Joat She is a bit... more mature than I thought
she was." He frowned, looking concerned. "Do you
think it will be all right, their being together so much?
Her and Seld, I mean."
Channa blinked. At least nobodyJias been unkind enough
f^ Q
to mention any grizzly tales of Joat's life story, she thought
"Uh, I don't think it will matte#" Simeon said, slightly
amused. "They'll be kept weil-occupied, you know, and
they are neither of them physically adult."
"You are very off-handed for a proper father of a
daughter," Chaundra saicl owlishly.
"Well, I am her father N or will be when the papers
are completed. Truly, Chaundra, I think we can
depend on Joat to be responsible. I trust her. She may
operate on her own code of ethics, but she is more con-
sistent about it than many adults I have encountered.
I'm not worried."
Chaundra sighed. 'I wish I had a credit for every
time someone has told me that they are not worried.
They're at a volatile age and they can't even trust them-
selves. Hell," he said throwing his arms wide, "under
all this pressure, the adults on this station can't trust
themselves. How can we expect diese kids to?"
Channa felt her color rise. "We can only anticipate
the problem and talk to them and hope for the best If
they're so inclined," to her surprise, she couldn't force
herself to be more specific, "they'll find a time and place
where we can't interfere. So let's not wear ourselves
down worrying about it."
A whole new set of problems, she thought. Correcting
the damage done to Joat's psychosexual development
was probably going to take many years. Right now the
girl needed Seld to be her friend, not her bed partner.
He was definitely her friend but... Channa remem-
bered what boys were like at that age, too. There's more of
a danger that she'd break his arm. But she needs a friend.
Something else to lie sleepless and worry over. Or had
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anyone told Joat about Seld's medical problems?
privacy, she thought Seld had the right to deal with that
in his own time.
"Hey!" Simeon said. "Yoohoo! Channa! Chaundra.
You're both tired. Eveiything looks manageable when
you've had some slfep. So go sleep. We'll take care of
the capsules and we'll organize the volunteers. Don't
worry about a thing."
Chaundra sighed again and assumed a wry
expression. "Amateurs," he mumbled. "What you're
experiencing, Simeon, is denial. You can't avoid such
problems by pretending they don't exist." His
shoulders fell "I'll have Seld bring her home with him
after they're through working today." He waved good-
bye and left.
"Denial," Simeon said musingly. Strange, knowing
what he did of her past, he knew that sex was the last
thing Joat would think of as a recreational activity. That
was the commonest symptom of the particular form of
abuse she had suffered N and still the idea made him
uneasy, fatherhood.
"I don't want to talk about it," Channa told him, and
marched briskly back to her desk. She sat down and
spun the box of capsules around with one finger. "I was
thinking," she said, "wouldn't it be great if we could up
the ante on these?" She looked at Simeon's column.
"Yeah, it would. But we're already putting our
people at risk. I'm not willing to do the enemy's work
for them. Y'know?"
"Mmm. True. What if we could make them believe
it's worse than it really is?"
"Hard to say without knowing their physiology, tis-
sue samples ... Oh. You're talking about a con game,
aren't you, Happy?"
"It all depends on their psychology, of course. And
I'm not happy."
"Well," Simeon said dubiously, "the Navy psych
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reports aren't too detailed. These splinter groups are
usually aberrant Generally speaking, the reports say the
Kolnari are extremely aggressive towards those they
perceive as weak, treacherous but willing to bargain with
their equals in power, and have a tight/submission reflex
towards superiors N until the superiors let down their
guard, which is a sign of weakness/
"Oh, what a love-feast their culture must be!" Chan-
na said. "Hmmm. They'd be vulnerable to status and
power anxieties, then. And lots of internal rivalries."
"You betcha. Accordingtb the reports, they're also as
superstitious as horses. They know some science, but
they're not scientific, if you know what I mean."
"I think I get the picture. So?"
"We could modify some of the holo-projectors beside
the security cameras and flash 'hallucinations' for the
benefit of those who've had the virus. Auditory hal-
lucinations are no problem. I could project them and
no one would be the wiser."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah," he seemed to be whispering directly into her
ear, "and without using your implant."
"Wow," she said, touching her ear, "that's spooky.
How did you do that?"
Just threw my voice N heterodyning waves from
multiple sources. It takes practice, but as you saw, the
effect is worth it"
She shook her head, wide-eyed. "If you can come up
with something visual to go with that, they'll be run-
ning for their ships the first day."
"Can't overdo it. It'll be easiest if they're alone when
they see these things, otherwise it could be considered
suspicious. I'll sound Joat out. That girl's a fountain of
ideas."
Channa winced and forbore to ask what kind.
Chaundra's comments almost visibly flooded back into
her conscious mind.
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"Don't let it worry you, she's a good kid," Simeon
said emphatically.
"I don't want to think about it"
"You really are concerned about Rachel's sanity,
aren't you?" (
Amos and Channa were settled comfortably on the
settee. Simeon had tactfully withdrawn his image from
the pillar screen, leaving a strikingly realistic crackling
fire in its place. Somehow he had even manage to repli-
cate the scent of burning cedarwood. Amos had had to
tactilely reassure himself that the fire was an image.
"Yes, she is definitely unstable," he said, his
shoulders sagging hopelessly. "Among all the other
problems, I must worry about this! It is so... sopetty."
"Humans can be a remarkably petty species," Chan-
na said philosophically. Partiddarly that hysterical bitch
Rachel. "When you get down to cases, lots of'big issues'
have been decided on personal matters. From Har-
modias and Aristogetion on down." Amos looked
blank. "Two ancient Greeks. Never mind. Briefly, a
government was overthrown because of a love-
triangle."
Amos sighed again and reached for his snifter of
brandy. "I care nothing about her and my best friend
would give his life for her," he said, shaking his head.
"ChannaN
"Yes?"
"I know hereN" he touched his head "Nthat this...
delusion of hers, has nothing to do with me. But here N"
he touched his heart "N I cannot help but feel that I must
somehow be to blame. I was a... caller-of-spirit: you
would say a preacher. Oh, yes, I knew that half the
women in those crowds were in love with me. What of it?
I would never touch any of them, for that would be
dishonorable and destroy my cause more surely than
any other oflense. The folk of Bethel are... inflexible
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about such matters. Yet if I knew and accepted love, if it
flattered my vanity, am I not in some manner respon-
sible? How desperate she must be, and how lonely. It is
sad."
Channa patted his arm anjl smiled soothingly.
"From your description, it was never this bad before. If
you're to blame, then so is everyjcharismatic politician
and holo star since time began. Her ... delusion ..,
may have been aggravated by those drugs, although
she's not responding to medication. Simeon, has
anyone talked to Chaund^a about this?"
"Not yet," he said, after a tactful pause to suggest he
hadn't been listening.
"I have decided to keep her under my eye," Amos
said, adding reluctandy, "Mental care, the cure of souls.
It is part of our religion that only those consecrated can
perform cures of the human soul."
"Mmm." Your religion sucks wind, she thought silently,
No sense in offending Amos, of course. Humans
shouldn't be forced to take religion. That should be free
choice. "Maybe we'd better let Chaundra know that
Rachel isn't responding to treatment. She may need
stronger calmers. Let's face it, when the pirates arrive,
you're going to have a surfeit of problems to keep
under your eyes."
"I can keep my eye on more than one thing at a time,
Channa," Simeon cut in abruptly. "Simeon-Amos?"
He nodded. I agree with Channa. I will speak with
the doctor of this. This is my burden, my obligation. I
will do it." He rose and disappeared into his room,
shoulders bowed.
Channa shook her head, "You'd think he was send-
ing her off to be executed."
"Who knows how his people view psych treatment?
Confession seems to be a major element in their
religion. To him, treating this as a medical problem
could be equivalent to blasphemy."
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"Hmph." She turned to squint at his column. "By
the way, don't try to tell me that you didn't enjoy that lit-
tle interruption, Simeon. I know you too well by now."
"Okay." His voice was downright cheery.
She smiled rueful jy. "Just don't make a habit of it,
okay?" i
"There are no guarantees in life, Channa."
"Oh, no? If I ever get the idea that you're engineer-
ing any more little disruptions of my love life, /
guarantee that you'll regret it."
"Hey, be reasonable, Channa! What could I possibly
have to do with Rachel going bonkers? I didn't even let
her into the lounge. I could have, y'know."
Channa shrugged and grunted.
"I thought about not telling you she was trying to
beat the door down, I really did. But then I figured
she'd go grab a laser and cut her way in. And, of course,
if she had caught you two in flagrante delicto, she
wouldn't have stopped at cutting up doors."
"Oh, thank you, Simeon, you are such a hero, saving
me from a fete worse than death and death itself. Con-
sider yourself hugged and slobbered over in an ecstasy
of gratitude."
"That's short for 'my attitude's back,' isn't it?"
She got up and started for her room. "Yes, Simeon,
my attitude's back."
"Well, why? What did I do?"
She spun on her heel and threw up her hands. "I'm
horny, all right? I'm horny and I'm frustrated!" The
door snapped shut behind her.
Simeon shut down his pickups in the lounge, escap-
ing the charged atmosphere in the only way he could.
Sheesh, he thought. Softshells -were strange.
CHAPTER FlrffcEN
"Nothing, Great Lord. Nothing but rebroadcasts of
the same warning message."
Tsssk. You have had no success in monitoring inter-
nal communications?"
"No, Great Lord."
This time Baila's voice held a slight touch of resent-
ment This was no backwater, no half-barbarian slum
that used electro-magnetic signals for internal com-