in Decatur, the Sitrun house.”
“I thought the Homeland Command was responsible for that? That’s what my people told me.”
“The hommers were there too, but they and you would have been cooked without us. With the number of media bees present, it shouldn’t be hard for you to verify this.”
“I see,” the adult head said, mulling it over. “I’ll have Lyra look into it. I have no doubt it’ll be as you say.”
“Thank you. We have always appreciated your fairness, Myr Starke.”
“You’re welcome. Expect to hear from us in a few days.” Ellen spoke with a meeting-closing finality, but the TUGs did not rise to leave. “Was there something else?”
“Yes, myr,” Veronica said. “We know that a quarter-million yoodies is a lot even for someone of your means, and we might be willing to take payment in trade.”
“Go on,” Ellen said, a note of caution creeping into her voice.
“In exchange for a waiver, we’d be willing to apply the full amount toward the purchase of an Oship. Oship 67, to be specific.”
“But you don’t need me for that. Talk to the GEP; I’m sure they can accommodate you.”
“We have spoken to them, myr. They insist that the only acceptable payment for shares to an Oship is the title to land. Our membership wants to expand into space, but not at the expense of its holdings on Earth. We’d rather purchase a ship outright, for cash.”
“But you must understand that land acquisition is the GEP’s sole reason for existing. It doesn’t ‘sell’ ships. It only trades them for land.”
“Thus the waiver.”
“I see,” Ellen said. “I don’t know if I can help you. The GEP is a consortium of thirteen partners, and I cannot dictate conditions to the others.” She smiled mischievously and added, “Except that occasionally I do. Maybe we can help each other. I have a counterproposal for you.”
Oliver said, “We’re listening.”
“Not here. What I have to propose is too sensitive even for a quiet room. A null room would be best, except that I can’t manage to enter one yet in my current condition. Instead, let’s cast proxies and put them into a secure scape.”
The TUGs agreed, and Lyra cast proxies of them, and after testing them for faults, Ellen inserted the datapins into a sequestered player. Then, while they waited for their proxies to meet, arbeitors served another round of refreshments.
Half a continent away, Andrea in her tank asked,
Andrea let her impressions wash over her like the bubbly green syrup in her tank.
TUG PROXIES TENDED to include everything from the waist up and thus they appeared nearly as gargantuan as their originals. Ellen used her adult sim for her proxy, and only its head, shoulders, and one free- floating unattached hand. The proxies faced each other, drifting in an empty space with no up or down.
Without preamble, Ellen’s proxy said,
The TUG proxies were silent for a long while.
Oliver’s proxy shook its head.
Veronica-by-proxy said,
But Ellen’s proxy wasn’t convinced.
IN THE MAP Room, the player chimed. Ellen removed the datapins and held them up to the light in her unsteady hand. The paste bulbs were blackened — nuked. “I guess you didn’t like my proposition,” Ellen said. “Too bad.”
IN THEIR CAR, Oliver said, “I wonder what that was all about. Something we wouldn’t touch. And how freakish she looks with that head. Worse than you.”
Veronica let that pass. She was having a hard time getting comfortable in her car seat. She reached around and opened a special flap in the rear of her jumpsuit to let her tail out.
“Anyway,” Oliver concluded, “so much for Plan A. On to Plan B.”
Veronica jabbed her elbow in his ribs.
Oliver sighed.