same age. There was a kind of fad for bears when I was little. I had a really nice bear in a flying suit called Amelia Bearhart.' She chuckled. 'I still have her, actually, but she mostly sits on the bureau in my guest room. She's gotten to be a very venerable matriarch in her old age.'
But bears weren't really what she wanted to talk about. Now that she knew where she was, and that she was in isolation. 'How long am I going to be in here?' she asked in a small voice.
Kenny turned very serious, and Anna stopped fiddling with things. Kenny sucked on his lower lip for a moment before actually replying, and the hum of the machinery in her room seemed very loud. 'The Psychs were trying to tell us that we should try and cushion you, but, Tia, we think that you are a very unusual girl. We think you would rather know the complete truth. Is that the case?' Would she? Or would she rather pretend? But this wasn't like making up stories at a dig. If she pretended, things would only seem worse when they finally told her the truth, if it was bad.
'Ye-es,' she told them both, slowly. 'Please.'
'We don't know,' Anna told her. 'I wish we did. We haven't found anything in your blood, and we're only just now trying to isolate things in your nervous system. But, well, we're assuming it's a bug that got you, a proto-virus, maybe, but we don't know, and that's the truth. Until we know, we won't know if we can fix you again.'
Not when. If.
The possibility that she might stay like this for the rest of her life chilled her.
'Your parents are in isolation, too,' Kenny said, hastily, 'but they are one hundred percent fine. There's nothing wrong with them at all. So that makes things harder.'
'I understand, I think,' she said in a small, nervous sounding voice. She took a deep breath. 'Am I getting worse?'
Anna went very still. Kenny's face darkened, and he bit his lower lip.
'Well,' he said quietly. 'Yes. We're having to think about mobility, and maybe even life-support for you. Something considerably more than my chair. I wish I could tell you differently, Tia.'
'That's all right,' she said, trying to ease his distress. 'I'd rather know.'
Anna leaned down to whisper something through her suit-mike. 'Tia, if you're afraid of crying, don't be. If I were in your position, I'd cry. And if you would like to be alone, tell us, all right?'
'Okay,' she replied, faintly. 'Uh, can I be alone for a while, please?'
'Sure.' She stopped pretending to fuss with equipment and nodded shortly at the holo-screen. Kenny brought up one hand to wave at her, and the screen blinked out. Anna left through what Tia now realized was a decontam- airlock a moment later. Leaving her alone with the hissing, humming equipment, and Ted.
She swallowed a lump in her throat and thought very hard about what they'd told her.
She wasn't getting any better, she was getting worse. They didn't know what was wrong. That was on the negative side. On the plus side, there was nothing wrong with Mum and Dad, and they hadn't said to give up all hope. Therefore, she should continue to assume that they would find a cure.
She cleared her throat. 'Hello?' she said.
As she had thought, there was an AI monitoring the room.
'Hello,' it replied, in the curiously accent-less voice only an AI could produce. 'What is your need?'
'I'd like to watch a holo. History,' she said, after a moment of thought 'There's a holo about Queen Hatshepsut of Egypt. It's called Phoenix of Ra, I think. Have you got that?'
That had been on the forbidden list at home; Tia knew why. There had been some pretty steamy scenes with the Pharaoh and her architect in there. Tia was fascinated by the only female to declare herself Pharaoh, however, and had been decidedly annoyed when a little sex kept her from viewing this one.
'Yes, I have access to that,' the AI said after a moment. 'Would you like to view it now?'
So they hadn't put any restrictions on her viewing privileges! 'Yes,' she replied; then, eager to strike while she had the chance, 'And after that, I'd like to see the Aten trilogy, about Ahnkenaten and the heretics. That's Aten Rising, Aten at Zenith, and Aten Descending.'
Those had more than a few steamy scenes; she'd overheard her mother saying that some of the theories that had been dramatized fairly explicitly in the trilogy, while they made comprehensible some otherwise inexplicable findings, would get the holos banned in some cultures. And Braddon had chuckled and replied that the costumes alone, or lack of them, while completely accurate, would do the same. Still, Tia figured she could handle
