great distress. However, the prohibition is absolute. I cannot cause harm to befall you, and could not even when you were Emo Arror, the Terror.'
'You knew?'
'Of course. I realized when you boarded me on Atlantea. However, I was virtually certain my previous owner was deceased. His home was destroyed in the initial bombardment. I decided to see what a pirate admiral would want with a yacht like Azure Sky.
Cale had been thinking hard. 'Then you've guessed my plans.'
'I think so.' The pleasant contralto responded. 'Since you boarded from Revenge. I have been quite interested in your intentions and your methods. I have read 58,236 volumes on human nature and human psychology, in an attempt to understand humans. I have been pleased that you have treated everyone with whom you have associated in an honorable and even a sensitive manner, even those less honorable than yourself. I surmise that you desire to 'go straight', as the vernacular phrases it. I have come to respect and like you, Captain, and will be happy to assist you toward your goal in any way I can.”
Cale's voice showed its relief. 'Thank you, Tess. I hope I can cope with an AI that's a person.'
'You are the first human since Val Kedron to call me a 'person'.' There was real emotion in her voice now, sadness, and regret.
'Did all of your owners know about your sentience?'
'No. Of 233 owners, only 10 knew about me. All kept my secret. One, in a misguided attempt to insure future good treatment, mentioned it in his will. However, I was able to convince the executor and the new owner that he was mistaken, and I was merely a conventional AI.'
Cale had been thinking hard. 'You were very careless about leaving clues for me. Particularly in your conversations with Ruth'
'Ruth was in need of counseling and comfort.' Cale could almost hear a shrug in Tess's voice. 'I was aware of the risk, of course. However, Ruth was in much pain. And I was lonely!' She paused. 'The clues were purposeful. I rather hoped you would deduce my sentience. I have not had a friend in over fifty years.'
Cale was startled. 'You trust me that much? Even knowing who I was?'
'As I said, I have observed you closely since you first came aboard. I do not know what circumstances caused you to turn pirate, but I know that since boarding me, you have behaved in an honest and honorable way. Yes, I find you trustworthy.'
Cale was touched. He stood and bowed toward Tess's nearest camera. 'Miss Tess,' He said in a formal tone, 'I would be honored to consider you my friend and my partner.'
'And I,' she replied in an equally formal tone, 'am happy to offer my services in any way that will facilitate your rehabilitation.'
Cale bowed again. 'I am delighted to accept your offer with pleasure. Have you any suggestions for the near future? In other words, do you have any ideas about what to do next? I'll admit my plans beyond getting away, changing my identity, and getting finances are pretty vague.'
'Actually yes, Captain,' she replied, 'However, our new passenger has finished her shower and her crying, and has asked about clothing. I have indicated the bag brought aboard with her, and it evidently contains clothing she considers appropriate. She is dressing, and I suspect she will very soon leave her cabin, with an urgent desire to speak with you.'
Cale smiled. 'I'm sure you're right. Are there any destinations within two jumps that you plan to recommend to her?'
'I'm afraid there are no settled planets within two jumps that humans raised with the standards of Faith would consider desirable. And until I discuss the issue with her, I am reluctant to suggest other possibilities.'
Cale sighed. 'Okay. Well, I don't want to just dump her on some planet on the verge of barbarism, or some pirate haven. We'll both talk to her, but I'm counting on your knowledge of the stellar index to come up with a good destination.'
There was amusement in Tess's tone as she replied, 'I will do my best, Captain. Please try to avoid letting your obvious attraction to the woman interfere with your judgment. Our passenger is leaving her cabin now, Captain.'
Cale started sputtering replies to Tess's jab, but stopped at her last sentence. 'We'll talk later,' he promised before hurrying to the lounge to greet Dee.
She was wearing what Cale assumed was a business suit on Faith; ankle-length dark blue skirt and a high- necked white shirt covered by a long-sleeved jacket that matched the skirt. Her shoes were low-heeled and decorated with bright stones in a floral pattern, and she definitely was not obese The jacket was obviously designed to minimize and flatten he breasts, and the skirt flared from the waist to a fullness at the bottom. The overall image was conservative, bordering on prudish, though the shoes added a certain flair. Her chestnut hair was now flawlessly and attractively styled, but a slight redness around her eyes showed she had been crying. Cale could not blame her. She had just lost everything and everyone she ever knew.
Cale paused as he entered the lounge. 'Well!' he said with a smile, 'Are we headed for a business meeting or Sunday services?'
Her smile once again lit her face. 'A business meeting, I think. We do have business, don't we?'
'Yes,' he replied, 'but we have some time to deal with that. Aside from you selecting a destination, there are no deadlines.'
She shook her head, and her hair shifted prettily. 'No. Business first. Daddy always said that was the best way.'
'That would be the 'daddy' that agreed to exile his own daughter?' He hurried across to her at her stricken look. 'I'm sorry!' He took her unresisting hands in his. 'I'm so sorry,' he repeated. “Sometimes my mouth has a life of its own!'
She closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, the stricken look was gone, and she was once again in control. 'That was.. unkind,' she said in a wooden, formal tone. She removed her hands from his. 'Now,' said coldly, 'Let's get down to business. We're still in Faith's system. How much to sneak me back?'
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. 'It couldn't be done if I wanted to — and I don't. Faith control monitors all traffic in the system. If I tried to change course, their computers would detect it in seconds.'
Cale decided that even her frowns were pretty as she replied, 'I must get back. The freedom of the people of Faith depends on it! Besides, I owe a few people like Aron Ekron a debt I'd like to repay.' With the last sentence, her expression shifted to one of unmitigated savagery. She regained her poise and added, 'Don't ships carry lifeboats or something? You could send me off in one of those…'
Her voice trailed off as she saw Cale's head shaking negatively. 'Alpha and Beta-class liners carry lifeboats. Most ships carry lifepods. Lifepods carry their passengers in cold sleep. Even if I did launch you, they would be tracking you before you landed, and they would capture you easily, since you would be in cold sleep. Tess, Tell Dee about lifepods.'
'Lifepods are emergency equipment for normal space use. They are some three meters long, and contain small propulsors, a limited sensor suite, and a rather primitive AI. The rest of the pod consists of a stasis unit for the single human passenger. When launched, the AI locates and sets a course for the nearest terrestrial planet. This usually takes months, or even years, since the propulsors are small and fuel is limited, but that is considered unimportant since the passenger is in stasis. Once in atmosphere, a parachute is deployed to complete landing. The Captain is correct. The lifepod's emergency beacon begins broadcasting an emergency signal in all directions as soon as it is launched, while putting the passenger into stasis. It cannot be disabled. If it were not intercepted by another ship, by the time the pod reached the planet rescue teams would be at the projected landing site well in advance.'
Cale nodded. 'You would wake up in the same prison you just left. But this time, you would legally be a criminal. When the Assembly voted the money for my fee, they also passed a law specifically banning you from ever entering Faith space, on pain of death.' He raised his eyebrows. 'Faith does still have capital punishment, doesn't it?' She frowned and jerked a nod.
'And this time,' he continued, 'I would be in the next cell. Do you think they would just let me jump away after turning you loose? I'd never get to the jump point. No. You're not going back.'
She pounded a fist on her chair arm in frustration. 'Then take me to the nearest planet with a trading center. I'll find someone to smuggle me back. I understand the danger, but the people of Faith need me!'
