'A little ironic, isn't it?' the Secretary-General said, after the firm handshake, with a glance at Kenny's Moto- Chair. He stood up and did not tug self-consciously at his conservative dark blue tunic.
Kenny did not smile, but he took a deep breath of satisfaction. Doubly good. No more talk, we have a winner.
'What, that my injury was virtually identical to Peregrine's?' he replied immediately. 'Not ironic at all, sir. The fact that I found myself in this position was what prompted me to go into neurology in the first place. I won't try to claim that if I hadn't been injured, and hadn't worked so hard to find a remedy for the same injuries, someone else might not have come up with the same answer that I did. Medical research is a matter of building on what has come before, after all.'
'But without your special interest, the solution might well have come too late to do Peregrine any good,' the Secretary-General countered. 'And it was not only your technique, it was your skill that pulled him through. There is no duplication of that, not in this sector, anyway. That's why I arranged for this visit I wanted to thank you.'
Kenny shrugged deprecatingly. This was the most perfect opening he'd ever seen in his life, and he had no intention of letting it get away from him. Not when he had the answer to Tia's prayers trapped in his office.
'I can't win them all, sir,' he said flatly. 'I'm not a god. Though there are times I wish most profoundly that I was, and right now is one of them.'
The Great Man's expression sobered. The Secretary-General was not just a Great Man because he was an excellent administrator; he was one because he had a human side, and that human and humane side could be touched. 'I take it you have a case that is troubling you?' Then, conscious of the feet that he owed Kenny, he said the magic words. 'Perhaps I can help?'
Kenny sighed, as if he were reluctant to continue the discussion. Wouldn't do to seem too eager. 'Well, would you care to see some tape of the child?'
Child. Children were one of the Great Man's weaknesses. He had sponsored more child-oriented programs than any three of his predecessors combined. 'Yes. If it would not be violating the child's privacy.'
'Here,' Kenny flicked a switch, triggering the holo-record he already had keyed up. A record he and Anna had put together. Carefully edited, carefully selected, compiled from days of recordings with Lars' assistance and the psych-profile of the Great Man to guide them. 'I promise I won't take more than fifteen minutes of your time.'
The first seven and a half minutes of this recording were of Tia at her most attractive; being very brave and cheerful for the interns and her parents. 'This is Hypatia Cade, the daughter of Pota Andropolous-Cade and Braddon Maartens-Cade,' he explained, over the holo. Quickly he outlined her background and her pathetic little story, stressing her high intelligence, her flexibility, her responsibility. 'The prognosis isn't very cheerful, I'm afraid,' he said, watching his chrono carefully to time his speech with the end of that section of tape. 'No matter what we do, she's doomed to spend the rest of her life in some institution or other. The only way she could be at all mobile would be through direct synaptic connections, well, we don't do that here, they can only link in that way at Lab Schools, the shell-person project.'
He stopped, as the holo flickered and darkened. Tia was alone.
The arm of her chair reached out and grasped the sad little blue bear, hidden until now by the tray table and a pillow. It brought the toy in close to her face, and she gently rubbed her cheek against its soft fur coat The lightning bolt of the Courier Service on its shirt stood out clearly in this shot... one reason why Kenny had chosen it
'They've gone, Ted,' she whispered to her bear. 'Mum and Dad, they've gone back to the Institute, There's nobody left here but you, now,'
A single bright tear formed in one corner of her eye and slowly rolled down her cheek, catching what little light there was in the room.
'What? Oh, no, it's not their fault, Ted, they had to. The Institute said so, I saw the dispatch. It said, it said since I w-w-wasn't going to get any b-b-b-better there was no p-p-p-point in, in, wasting v-v-valuable t-t- time.'
She sobbed once, and buried her face in the teddy bear's fur.
After a moment, her voice came again, muffled. 'Anyway, it hurts them so m-much. And it's s-s-so hard to be-b-brave for them. But if I cried, th-they'd only feel w-worse. I think m-maybe it's b-better this way, don't you? Easier. F-for every-b-b-b-body.'
The holo flickered again; same time, nearly the same position, but a different day. This time she was crying openly, tears coursing down her cheeks as she sobbed into the bear's little shirt.
'We've given her the complete run of the library and the holo collection,' Kenny said, very softly. 'Normally, they keep her relatively amused and stimulated, but just before we filmed this, she picked out an episode of The Stellar Explorers, and, well, her parents said she had planned to be a pilot, you see, '
She continued to cry, sobbing helplessly, the only understandable words being '-Teddy, I wanted, to go. I
