from space-not the Patrice or the Pat who had just come from the Bureau's cells, who were still in the operating room; and not the pregnant Pat Five. It took Dannerman a moment to figure out that this had to be the one called Pat One; he was still having trouble keeping them all straight.
The nurse gazed from one to another of them unbelievingly, then shook his head. 'We'll want you for tests and X rays,' he said, 'but you can just wait here now.' And he left, still shaking his head, as Pat said:
'Are you all right?'
'I guess so,' Dannerman said, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Don't ask me what happened. I was asleep.'
'Let me see,' she ordered. Dannerman bowed his neck while the others studied the place where there should have been a wad of surgical packing, but wasn't.
They were still doing it when Patrice came in, rubbing the back of her own neck in the same way. She did have some answers, though. She had been watching while the Doc removed Danner-man's bug. 'But I couldn't see much,' she apologized. 'It looked like the Doc used a couple of the scalpels to open up the back of your neck, Dannerman, but then he just reached in with the fingers of one of his little arms and fiddled around for a while. It didn't take long. Then he pulled this little metal thing out of you and handed it to Dr. Evergood. I didn't even see how he closed the incision up.'
'Let me look,' Dannerman pleaded. Obediently the Pat bent her head, but there was nothing much to see. A pair of faint pink lines surrounded her spinal cord just below the hairline. That was all there was, and even those were fading as he looked at them.
The door opened again. Dannerman looked up, but the Pat who came in wasn't the remaining one with the bug. It was the pregnant one, Pat Five, just back from an examination by the hospital's obstetrical staff and looking hostile.
The thought of Pat Adcock, any Pat Adcock, being pregnant was almost as bizarre for Dannerman as his own bug, or the freaks who had implanted it. It didn't seem to strike the other Pats that way. They were quick to find her a chair and perch on either side of it. 'Tell,' one of them demanded.
Pat Five shrugged. 'They said I'm a healthy middle-aged primapara,' she said. 'They wanted to do ultrasound and all that stuff, but I wouldn't let them; I want to get back to my-our-own doctor.'
'Right on,' agreed Patrice. 'But what about-' She glanced at the Dannermans, and lowered her voice before she asked her question.
They had, Dannerman supposed, got into some of the more intimate aspects of pregnancy. He didn't listen in. What he did, though, was put on a pretense of eavesdropping, not because he particularly wanted to hear how the pregnant one was doing with such matters as morning sickness and bladder control, but so that he would not have to make conversation with that other Dan Dannerman sitting there, as uncomfortable as himself.
Federal Reserve Inflation Bulletin
The morning recommended price adjustment for inflation is set at 0.74%, reflecting an annualized rate of 532%. Federal Reserve Chairman Walter C. Boettger expressed alarm at the increase, which, he said in a prepared statement, 'is entirely due to public hysteria at recent events, does not fairly represent the nation's economic realities and which, if continued, will necessitate adjustments in the interest rate.'
When he glanced at the other Dannerman he found the man looking at him in the same rueful and perplexed way. 'Oh, hell, Dan,' the other one said, coming over and sitting beside him, 'I guess sooner or later you and I are going to have to talk.'
'I guess so,' Dannerman said stiffly. The question was what to talk about. He chose an innocuous subject to start: 'Have they said anything to you about money?'
'Oh, sure. They said they had never had a situation like this before and they didn't know who was entitled to what.'
'Same here.' The bearded one was glancing at one of the Pats- his Pat-so Dannerman tried something a little more personal. 'Are you two going to get married?'
That Dannerman looked resentful in his turn, but then he shrugged. 'We never said so, but-yeah, I think we might. Funny, isn't it?'
It wasn't, exactly. Not really funny, but certainly, considering Dannerman's own experiences with Pat Adcock, pretty odd. There had been nothing like that between the two of them before they went to Starlab. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Jim Daniel was now looking a little bit embarrassed. 'The thing is,' he said diffidently, 'Anita. The girl I, uh, we were dating. I thought about her a lot at first, when Pat and I were getting interested in each other, back in captivity. I think I had a kind of a guilty conscience, maybe; Anita deserved better than an occasional roll in the hay, and- Well, you know what I'm talking about. Have you seen her lately?'
It was a perfectly reasonable question, but Dannerman felt a sudden flash of warmth in his face, and knew it was anger. He was-yes, damn it, he was jealous. The unpleasant fact was that this other man who was not himself-never mind the fact that in some sense he actually was-had taken his very own Anita Berman to bed. Often. Knew all of her scents and habits as intimately as Dannerman himself. Nothing that had passed between them was secret from him, at least not up until the moment they had left for the Starlab… and there had been little enough happening since then.
Dannerman knew it was not a reasonable rage.
But what was there about the things that had been going on for all of them that was really reasonable? 'Not lately,' he said stiffly, and turned away. He knew perfectly well that sooner or later he and this other Dan would have to try to come to terms. Maybe they could. Maybe sometime they could be as close and amiable as the Pats…
But not yet.
When Dr. Evergood arrived, looking baffled, she had two nurses in tow. It took them a while to sort out which three of the six persons involved had just come out of surgery, but after they did they got busy. The nurses began taking pulses and blood pressures and sticking tiny gadgets in the patients' ears to check their temperatures, while the doctor peered unbelievingly at the backs of the patients' necks. She didn't speak until she was quite through. Then she sighed in resignation. 'Nobody, 'she said, 'heals from an incision that fast.' She touched the back of Patrice's neck again wonderingly, then shook her head. 'Anyway, they're waiting for you three in X ray, but Deputy Director Pell wants to show you something first.'
She looked inquiringly at the nurse standing by the door, who nodded. A moment later Deputy Director Pell arrived. Not alone. Right behind him as he came in the door was Hilda Morrisey, carrying-Dannerman noted with surprise-a lethal-looking carbine. She nodded impartially to the two Dannermans and stepped out of the way to let in four additional armed and uniformed Police Corps guards, two of them pushing what looked like an office safe on wheels.
'I thought you'd like to see what we took out of you,' the deputy director said genially, nodding to Hilda. She took a pair of key-tabs out of her pocket, unlocked the safe and stood back as one of the guards lifted out a transparent box. Inside it was an almond-shaped coppery object not much bigger than the end of Dannermans thumb.
'It's more complicated than it looks,' the deputy director said happily, 'and now we've got three of them. According to Dr. Evergood here, while it was in place in your heads it extruded little filaments that penetrated large sections of your brains, but your many-armed friend managed to get it to withdraw them again so it could be removed. Seen enough? All right, Hilda, take it away.' And when Hilda had relocked the safe and the guards were rolling it away, he looked around at the Pats and added, 'One thing. Which of you is the one that's pregnant?'
Pat Five raised her hand. 'Me. Is something wrong?'
'You mean medically? No, nothing like that. You're fine, but I got a call from the State Department. The ambassador of the People's Republic paid them a call last night. They didn't waste much time; what he was there for was to serve them with a summons. The complainant is Commander James Peng-tsu Lin, and he's suing you and the government of the United States for custody of the child.'
