'I don't know why you couldn't,' he said, aware that he had already made up his mind, and both aghast and amused at himself 'There's room in this year's class for another couple of new candidates; there's even room in the brainship category for one or two pupils.'
She blinked at him, then blurted, 'But they told me I was too old!'
He laughed. 'My dear, you wouldn't be too old if you were your mother's age. You would have been a good shell-program candidate well past puberty.' He still couldn't believe this child; responsible, articulate, flexible... Lars and Kennet Sorg had been right. It made him wonder how many other children had been rejected out of hand, simply because of age; how many had been lost to a sterile existence in an institution, just because they had no one as persistent and as influential as Kennet Sorg to plead their cases.
Well, one thing at a time. Grab this one now. Put something in place to take care of the others later. 'I'm going to have to go through the motions and file the paperwork, but Tia, if you want, you can consider yourself recruited this very instant.'
'Yes!' she burst out 'Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh, please, thank you, thank you so much.' Her cheeks were wet with tears, but the joy on her face was so intense that it was blinding. Professor Brogen blinked and swallowed a lump in his throat.
'The advantage of recruiting someone your age,' he said, ignoring her tears and his tickling eyes, 'is that you can make your career path decision right away. Shell-persons don't all go into brainships. For instance, you could opt for a career with the Institute; they've been asking to hire a shell-person to head their home-base research section for the last twenty years. You could do original research on the findings of others, even your parents' discoveries. You could become a Spaceport Administrator, or a Station Administrator. You could go into law, or virtually any branch of science. Even medicine. With the synaptic links we have, there is no career you cannot consider.'
'But I want to be a brainship,' she said firmly.
Brogen took a deep breath. While he agreed with her emotionally, well, there were some serious drawbacks. 'Tia, a lot of what a brainship does is, well, being a truck driver or a cabby. Ferrying people or things from one place to another. It isn't very glamorous work. It is quite dangerous, both physically and psychologically. You would be very valuable, and yet totally unarmed, unless you went into the military branch, which I don't think you're suited for, frankly. You would be a target for thieves and malcontents. And there is one other thing; the ship is very expensive. In my not-so-humble opinion, brainship service is just one short step from indentured slavery. You are literally paying for the use and upkeep of that ship by mortgaging yourself. There is very little chance of buying your contract out in any reasonable length of time unless you do something truly spectacular or take on very dangerous duties. The former isn't likely to happen in ordinary service, and you won't be able to exchange boring service for whatever your fancy is.'
Tia looked stubborn for a moment, then thoughtful. 'All of that is true,' she said, finally. 'But, Professor, Dad always said I had his astrogator genes, and I was already getting into tensor physics, so I have the head for starflight. And it's what I want.'
Brogen turned up his hands. 'I can't argue with that. There's no arguing with preferences, is there?' In a way, he was rather pleased. As self-possessed as Tia was, she would do very well in brainship service. And as stable as she seemed to be, there was very little chance of her having psychological problems, unless something completely unforeseen came up.
She smiled shyly. 'Besides, I talked this over with Moira, you know, giving her ideas on how she could get some extra credits to help with all her fines for bouncing her brawns? Since she was with Archeology and Exploration as a courier, there were lots of chances for her to see things that the surveyors might not, and I kind of told her what to look for. I kind of figured that with my background, it wouldn't be too hard to get assigned to A and E myself, and I could do the same things, only better. I could get a lot of credits that way. And once I owned my ship, well, I could do whatever I wanted.'
Brogen couldn't help himself; he started to laugh. 'You are quite the young schemer, did you know that?'
She grinned, looking truly happy for the first time since he had seen her. Now that he had seen the real thing, he recognized all her earlier 'smiles' for the shams that they had been.
Leaving her here would have been a crime. A sin.
'Well, you can consider yourself recruited,' he said comfortably. 'I'll fill out the paperwork tonight, databurst it to the schools as soon as I finish, and there should be a confirmation waiting for us when we wake up. Think you can be ready to ship out in the morning?'
'Yes, sir,' she said happily.
He rose and started to leave, then paused for a moment. 'You know,' he said, 'you were right. I really didn't pay too much attention to the file they gave me on you, since I was so certain that,... well, never mind. But I am terribly curious about your name. Why on earth did your parents call you 'Hypatia'?'
Tia laughed out loud, a peal of infectious joy.
'I think, Professor Brogen,' she said, 'that you'd better sit back down!'
