In Alien Hands William Shatner

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and bitter. Her mouth twisted as f tiny hooks were embedded in it.
But Serena Half Moon had stopped listening. She had a way to get a
message through the blockade and, f her information was Correct, even
get the message directly to Jim. Of course, it might really be nothing
more than a hallucination. But she had the tape. That was real
enough, wasn't it?
"The Solis Academy... is that what he really wants, Tabitha? You're
sure of that?"
"More than anything. At least he used to." Tabitha's chest rose and
fell. "But he looks different now. Maybe that's changed, too.
Everything else has."
Serena thought about it. "It's a shot. It's better than nothing."
"What is?"
"If Jim wants to enter the Solis Academy, I can make that happen.
Rules can be broken, and I can break them. But he would have to come
back here for me to do that, wouldn't he?"
Tabitha raised her head. A faint spark glinted in her eyes. "Yes, he
would."
"We'll see," Serena said. "He may have no control where he is,
no leverage. But if he does..."
I want him back, Serena."
"We'll try, Tabitha. We'll surely give it a shot."
ALB AGENS :
IMPERIAL DEFENSE MINIS Tn
"Alba is the home planet of an old empire, Jim. This probably a
thousand years old. And it was built on top of one, and that from the
rubble of an older one still. sand years ago maybe there was a little
fort here, with aI Albans laid up behind dirt walls with a steam engine
generator for electricity."
Something about that seemed wrong, but Jim let it crept slowly down the
center aisle of a dim,
The floor was roughly paved with knobby dark gleamed here and there
with a thin slime of water, but they were dull beneath an inch-thick
layer of dust. the distance a steady, hollow, dripping sound hinted i
source of the moisture.
Shadows without any particular shape, swathed in grease, stinking of
mold and ruin, towered over them on The floor shivered faintly with the
hum of buried machines, ing that a vast and ancient force was hidden
here, so long it had been forgotten here. A thick shroud of dust
everything. The place felt as if nothing had walked these generations.
There were certainly no footprints here but
"The basements," Jim said. "I wouldn't have thought." Tick shrugged.
"Then you never lived in a really old Kings and governments. They
never throw anything glanced around. "But if there's anyplace in this
whole isn't bugged every minute, it would be down here. You though. Up
to you."
They came to a corner, turned, and entered another gloomy chamber. Jim
looked at a distant light fixture.
Even on Terra that kind of technology was hundreds of years date. He
tried to imagine maintenance bots searching of replacement equipment
that spanned a hundred centuries. they maybe even have a few wooden
torches stashed away just in case?
But the distant glow looked like a logical place to stop. The and the
near darkness everywhere else gave Jim the
"Let's head for the light and take a break. Then we can Jim said. :,
They walked toward the distant yellow glow, silent in the damp land
dusty silence. The air smelled of rancid machine grease and rust.
Their footsteps made soft sliding sounds on the stones. air turned
cooler. When they reached the light, Jim wiped his on the seat of his
pants and looked around.
"This okay for you?" he asked. For some reason it felt exactly
to him.
"Sure," Tick replied.
They sat cross-legged in the dimly luminous cone, their backs the
scabrous concrete wall. The light fmture gave off an
occasional harsh buzzing sound, like a wasp trapped in a bottle. "So
what are we talking about, Jim?" "I shouldn't tell you," Jim said at
last.
"Because you can't trust me? Well, that's the first smart thing i've
heard you say. So come on, let's head back up. It's cold down
here."
Jim shook his head. "Calm down, Tick. Don't be so touchy. That's not
what I meant. It's just that.." if I tell you, maybe i you're in
danger, too. Like you said. If they want to yank it out of you, they
will."
As he spoke, his gaze moved across the aisle. Something tickled at the
back of his mind but didn't quite surface. He mentally grabbed for it,
but it was gone.
For a moment Tick remained silent. Jim could hear his breathing, soft
and steady and regular. "You know," he said at last, "the royals, and
there are hundreds of thousands of us all over the galaxy, most of us
left over from kingdoms and empires only the royals themselves remember
any longer, we are raised in strange ways. We learn treachery before
we learn to walk. To Watch for the knife in the back and the poison in [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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