the floor at a slant. Gerald’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of wildly braided hair, eliciting a shriek.
“Hey now, Ika. What’s your hurry?”
The girl was short-barely into adolescence-but hardly petite. Stocky and
“Cap’n Gerry!” Her pale legs whirled around red-striped shorts, twisting to meet the floor on agile tiptoes. Gerald released her braid, though the child kept her vicelike grip on his arm for a second longer, as her face passed his-somehow looking cute and pixielike, despite almost masculine ridges over hooded eyes. Her voice was deeper than one expected, with an echoing resonance that seemed not quite human.
“Be gentle, oh kind sir,” she said, playfully. “Don’t you know I’m a whole lot older ’n you?”
It was a running joke, and not just between the two of them. Members of the revived species
“And where’re you rushing in such an all-fired hurry, child?” he asked, phrasing it deliberately as an elderly person (which he was) addressing a mere ten-year-old (though Neanders aged differently).
“We’re on a
“On a… did you say
She nodded toward the nearby side corridor where Gerald now spotted another figure, hanging back in shadows. Lanky and a bit stooped, with close-shaven hair and a nervous expression.
“Oh. Hello, Hiram. How are you today?”
Every autie was unique. Still, you followed some general rules when one of them grew agitated, as Hiram appeared to be right now. Eyes wide and darting, the gangly young man edged slowly outward, flashing quick looks near but never quite upon Ika’s face, or Gerald’s.
“So, Hiram. Why aren’t you two watching the new telescope unfold? It’s half the reason this ship came out here, all this way past Mars.”
Unlike some auties, Hiram’s goggle-eyed, painfully thin face bore no resemblance to the Neanderthal girl, nearby.
“Were you and Ika…
Ika laughed, a rich, bell-like sound that always made Gerald think of snowy forest canyons.
“We was just playing, Hiram!”
“But you-”
“Tell you what. If you promise to believe me, an’ relax, I’ll pay a bribe in our next imVRsive game.”
The wide eyes narrowed. “
“Three mastodon tusks.”
The young autie smirked, calculatingly.
“Three
“What? No deal!” Ika cried out. “Who
But Gerald shouldn’t have worried. Ika’s folk had a talent for relating to auties-who must have appeared more often in tribes of Ice Age Europe. Instead of quailing back from Ika’s outburst, Hiram grinned.
“Okay. Orange ones, then. Want to show the cap’n what’s not a cobbly?”
Gerald blinked at the sudden topic change.
“I dunno. Homosaps can be awfully close-minded.” Ika tilted her head, looking archly at Gerald-then brightened suddenly. “On the other hand, he
It seemed in character, even expected of him, to emit a sigh over childish time-wasting. Though, in all honesty, he could spare a few minutes.
“Will you two please get on with it?”
“Okay then.” Ika held out her right hand, palm up. “Give me your attention.”
Gerald used an almost-spoken command to change reality augmentation. Within his percept-view, a narrow cylinder took form, appearing to coalesce above Ika’s hand, then contracting into a convenient symbol of control, shaped like the sort of white baton that an orchestra conductor might wield.
As the girl reached for the animated vrobject, Gerald realized.
Her percept meshed seamlessly with his, and he sensed Hiram’s presence sliding in alongside. Their generation took this sort of thing for granted, starting at age three or younger. But it would always seem newfangled and creepy to Gerald.
Ika deftly appeared to grip the wand, by sight alone, without feedback gloves to provide sense of touch. Waving realistically, she gave it a flourish, then swiveled suddenly, aiming down the hall as she yelled.
Gerald tried not to roll his eyes, or otherwise interfere with Ika’s incantation. Though it always struck him as ironic.
As if responding to Ika’s shouted spell, the hallway seemed to dim around Gerald. The gentle curve of the gravity wheel transformed into a hilly slope, as smooth metal assumed the textures of rough-hewn stone. Plastifoam doorways seemed more like recessed hollows in the trunks of giant trees.
Neanderthals, apparently, had a different approach.
He felt a twinge. A sense of chiding that came from Ika without words.
No, not
With another sigh, Gerald called up his blind-spot program. It had been all the rage a decade or so ago, when Neanders first appeared in real numbers, enriching the diversity of Earth civilization. All mammalian eyes had a