Medusa: A Tiger by the Tail

Momrath.”

Aha! Another set of pieces fall into place. “Then, in a way, we’re married. At our age!”

She gave me a big smile. “I guess you can say that. Sort of. Why? When do people marry Outside?”

“Well, mostly they don’t,” I told her honestly. “Most people are genetically engineered to do a particular thing and to do it better than anything else. You were raised by specialists and trained for what you’re going to do, then you do it. But, yeah, there are some marriages.” All types, too, but there was no use complicating things for her. “Most people don’t bother, though.”

She nodded. “They teach us something about Outside, but it’s really hard to imagine anyplace else than here. I know a couple of people who’ve been to Cerberus, and that’s strange enough. They switch minds and bodies all the time and live on. trees in the water. Crazy.”

Body-switching, I thought. My counterpart there must be having a field day. “That sounds pretty weird to me, too,” I assured her. “But maybe one day I’ll see it. They think when I’m old enough I can become a pilot.”

That romanticism lurking inside her peered out of her face again. “A pilot Wow. Have you ever flown anything before?”

I shook my head from side to side. “No,” I lied, “not really. Oh, my father occasionally let me take the controls once we were underway, and I know everything there is to know about flying. But, I mean, I was just twelve when I got arrested.”

That brought my past back into focus, and, as I suspected, she was trying not to think in that direction. Still, she asked, “If you were born in a lab or something and raised in a group, how could you. have a father?”

That was an intelligent question. I was becoming more and more impressed with her. “Those of us in certain positions, like politics and administration, have to have some kind of family so we can learn how things work and make the personal contacts we need,” I explained. “So, when we’re five, we’re adopted by someone in the position we’re intended to be in someday. Sometimes it’s just business, but sometimes we grow real close, like me and my father.” Acting time, boy—give a good performance. Face turns angry, maybe a hint of bitterness in my voice. “Yeah—like me and my father,” I repeated slowly.

She looked suddenly nervous. “I’m sorry. I won’t bring it up again unless you want to.”

I snapped out of my mood. At least the performance was good enough for her. “No, that’s all right. He was a great man^vand I don’t want to forget him—ever. But that was long ago and it’s over. Here and now is what’s important.” I paused for dramatic effect, then cleared my throat, sniffled a little, and changed the subject. “What about these Good-tune Girls? What are they?”

She seemed relieved at the opportunity to get out of a sticky situation. I hoped I’d just laid to rest a lot of otherwise inevitable prying about a past I really didn’t have, the area most likely to trip me up. “Goodtime Girls is a general title for the entertainer class. It’s a dead end, but they’re put under psych so they don’t think much.” She shivered. “I don’t want to talk about them. They’re necessary, of course, and serve a need of the State, but it’s not anything I’d like.” She suddenly yawned, tried to repress it, couldn’t, then shook her head. “Sorry. It’s getting near my bedtime, I guess. I usually like to sleep in the middle of the off-time, so I have time before work to do things. If you want to do it differently we’ll have to work something out.”

“That’s all right,” I assured her. “I’ll adjust to your schedule for now. You get some sleep—I’ll manage. If I can’t drift off, maybe I’ll just explore the dorm for a while and see what all is here. I’ll need a couple of days to make the shift to this sleep time.”

She nodded sleepily and yawned again. “If you do go out, don’t go beyond the inside of the dorm, though. It’s a rule that pairs should do everything together.” Again a yawn.

“That’s all right. Til be good,” I assured her good-naturedly. “I have a good teacher.”

I let her crawl into bed and she was soon fast asleep. I did not go out, at least not then. Instead I just lay there, thinking about all the new material I had to sort through, what I had learned, what I had to work with, and what potentialities might be here for mischief.

Ohing was going to be an invaluable asset at the start, that was for sure. She was smart, romantic, and a knowledgeable native guide. But in the long run she would be a problem. You can’t overthrow a system or set up the assassination of a Lord of the Diamond when you have for a constant companion someone raised always to believe in and trust in the system. As a romantic, she might easily wind up falling in love with me—which would be okay—but that would also mean that she might just turn me in to TMS for my own good.

There were ways, although they’d take some time and ingenuity. But talk about long-range planning! The only way to separate Ching and myself, obviously, was to get her pregnant and stick her home with the kid. And I was only fourteen and a half years old and still technically a virgin…

CHAPTER FIVE A Friendly Chat with IMS

My job was, in fact, as easy as Ching had made it out to be. Machines still did the real work—we just guided and directed them and made complete inspections of the passenger cars, buses, and train-crew quarters simply because humans will stick things and drop things and wedge things in places no machine would ever think of looking, let alone cleaning. How many times was I guilty of sticking stuff under a seat or between cushions just because it was convenient? It might be healthy if everyone had to spend a couple of months cleaning trains and buses before being allowed to ride them.

Ching was so happy to have a friend at last and something solid to hang on to that she was far more pleasure than inconvenience. Hoping to get us involved in Guild hobbies and recreational activities, she took full advantage of our off time to show me the city and its services and frills, which were quite a bit more elaborate than I had expected.

Gray Basin was nicely laid out once you understood the initial logic of it, and this, she assured me, was pretty much how all cities on Medusa were laid out, even the ones above ground. Just about everything was prefabricated, which allowed for expansion, change, and growth with a minimum of displacement and trauma. Everything, everywhere, just sort of fit together.

There was theater, well-mounted if heavy on the musical fluff mixed with propaganda and duty to the State, and you could punch up an extensive library of books on your dorm terminal, even order a hard copy for delivery for a small sum. The books were heavy on technical and practical subjects and not much on literature and politics, for obvious reasons—no use contaminating fresh minds.

Far less fettered were art galleries, which contained some of the finest human art and sculpture anywhere— no surprise, because most of them had been stolen from the best” museums of the Confederacy and were here more or less on protective loan. A substantial native art group was allowed to do just about anything without State interference as long as the themes weren’t political, at least, not political in a way that contradicted the official line. There was music, too, even an entire Medusan symphony orchestra—one of many, I was assured—that fascinated me by performing great compositions from man’s far past that I had never heard or heard of, as well as newer and more experimental stuff. I had to admit that, somehow, living people creating music was somehow better, more alive and pleasing, than the expert and flawless computer musicons I had grown used to in the Confederacy. The musicians had their own guild, headed by a woman who, it was said, had come to Medusa voluntarily. An expert musicologist and musician herself, she was an anachronism back in the Confederacy, but she had known Talant Ypsir and had joined him in exile when he offered the carrot of a real, primitive, wide-open musical program that would be planetwide.

As for our own dorm, it had its own basic activities, and we had use of Guild common facilities like gyms and playing fields. A number of sports teams were organized around both intra-guild and inter-guild rivalries, and they certainly were a help both in meeting other people regardless of grade and for keeping in shape. In fact, the only Guild that didn’t seem to have teams or outside activities was TMS. I was told that they had tried it, once, in a campaign to give them a friendlier, more human face, but it had been a disastrous failure. You just can’t relax and have fun with a group whose members could do nasty things to you if you so much as protested a call.

Besides, even TMS didn’t find it much of a challenge to win every game they played, no matter how lousy