Farewell Horizontal

costing me? Where the hell are you calling me from?”

He must’ve seen the Wire Syndicate’s charges piling up. “Look, Brevis, you’re going to find this hard to believe, but I’m a long way away from you -”

“I’ll bet – mother of God -”

“ – I’m on the other side. Of the building. I’m on Cylinder’s eveningside. You understand? I’m on the other side.”

Brevis was silent for a moment. “Jeez, Ny, you’re full of surprises today. Am I supposed to believe that? Just because I believed you’re alive?”

“It’s true, I swear it. Look, have the Wire Syndicate run a locate on this jack. You’ll need to get the number anyway, so you can call me back.”

“What the hell should I call you back for? You’re broke, you’re officially dead, and as a client you’re a liability, not an asset. I should get the Havoc Mass looking to cut my nuts off, too?”

Axxter felt his palm sweating, his finger trembling in the plug-in. If Brevis should hang up… “You’re gonna want to call me back. Because I can make money – big money – for you.”

“Yeah?” Skeptical again. “How?”

“I’m talking big money now.” He had to give himself time to think. “The biggest deal you’ve ever done; I mean, this is the one that’ll put you right up in the front rank of agents -” Come on, come on, think. “Top dollar; top dollar, Brevis -” Blank, blank, blank.

Then it popped out, all in a piece. The words came spinning out, effortless.

“I may not be worth much as a graffex – not right now, at any rate – but we got something else to sell. I’m on the other side. Don’t you see? I’m someplace no one else has ever been, at least no one who’s ever talked about it. We got info-gathering here, tons of fresh data, stuff we can unload to Ask & Receive for whatever price we ask. Plus – there’s the entertainment value. This is real-time adventure we got going here, Brevis. This isn’t some little stroll around some diddly-shit morningside sector that everybody’s seen a million times before. I’m going to hike all the way across some unknown wallscape – without even a rig to carry me – and encounter God knows what – there could be fuckin’ anything out here, man – then cross over through whichever Linear Fair I come to – all that just to make it home. What more could you want? That’s a goddamn odyssey, for Christ’s sake.”

“Hm.” Brevis, mulling it over, couldn’t hide his interest. “Yeah, but… you’d have to make it all the way back. Like you said, you don’t know what you’re going to come across out there. Or what’s going to come across you.”

“So? Even better. That’s exactly why you’ll have people getting hooked on the story, following my progress – the suspense factor. Half the audience will be hoping I don’t make it. If I starve to death, or something worse happens, then it’s a big tragedy for everybody else. Real sob stuff. Either way, you get your ten percent.”

“Twenty percent. This is outside the usual range of what I handle. It’d fall under a special provision in your contract with the agency.”

“Ten, twenty, who gives a fuck.” Axxter knew he had him hooked. “It’ll be tons of money for both of us.”

“Mm – could be. I’d have to run it by some people, see what they think. But… it’s not bad, Ny; not bad at all. It has some possibilities.” Brevis’s voice moved up a gear. “Yeah, I think we could get an offer on it.”

Bingo. “We gotta have an advance on it, though; a good-sized one. There’s stuff I gotta pay for, info to dig out. I’ll need to get my location pinpointed, get whatever files or maps exist about this side, I don’t care what shape; we’ll have to get a search done for every fragment, no matter how small. I’m going to need all the help I can get, if I’m going to pull this off.”

“All right; all right, let me work on it.” Little tongue-clicking noises came over the line, the sound of the agent revving up. “It’s going to take some time, though. Look, just sit tight where you are, okay -”

“Where the hell else am I going to go?”

“Just hang on. I think this is a genuine hot one. I’ll get the locate on this call soon as you hang up, and then I’ll get back to you soon as we’ve got an offer. Like I said, though, it’ll take a little time.”

Axxter’s stomach had become a brass-lined vacuum. “How long?”

“You gotta give me twenty-four hours at least.”

He sucked in his breath through his teeth. “All right. Just do it, okay? I really need you to come through on this one.”

“Hey. Trust me.”

After Brevis rang off and the line went dead, Axxter stood up to ease the cramp from his spider crouch by the plug-in jack. His belt pithons reeled out, bracing him in full extension against the wind. In all directions, this sector of eveningside wall looked as bare and empty as when he’d been slowly crawling over it.

A few more hours of sunlight, this side’s real day, he calculated. He could go looking around – for what? A nice big cache of dehydrates that some other poor bastard had left behind? His mouth watered hard enough to sting under his tongue. The fantasy rolled in his head, unstoppable: some other poor bastard who’d been luckless enough to land over here somehow – no, he’d planned it, a wanderer, like Opt Cooder, that’s why he had such nice big supplies of food with him. Then something happened to him -

He didn’t like the way that was going. Whatever’d happened to the nice wanderer could happen to him, too. Better to just think about the food and the canned water and the other good things in life. He’d found some rainwater earlier in the half-morning collected in pockmarks a few inches deep in the building’s surface; the water tasted like metal, but was better than nothing. It enabled him to salivate, running the fantasy’s best moments over again.

Just as he was ready to pull himself back into a more comfortable position hanging close to the wall, he noticed two things. One was that his usual dizzy nausea at moving around in the vertical world, standing perpendicular and the like, was absent. The feeling had abated from his first long-ago days out on the wall, but had never completely vanished. Until now. Shows how far gone I am. When you’re this far out, even your body doesn’t give a fuck anymore. He wrapped his hand around the pithon lines, then saw the other thing.

There was something moving, out at the limit of his sight, silhouetted at the far edge of the wall.

Axxter felt his empty gut clench around itself. There had been no sign of any living thing all the time he’d been clambering around the wall, looking for a plug-in, but that didn’t prove anything. All sorts of sectors over on the morningside were just as barren; you could be crossing some bleak territory, and the next thing you knew, be right in some amazing mess – the memory was still sharp of the ripped-open steel and the burned-out horizontal community underneath that he’d stumbled upon. The smell of charred flesh, and the stink of his own fear seeping from his sweat glands, haunted him Something could always be hiding under the surface, ready to jump out, boogedy-shoop, and get you, like those poor bastards. Out of the dark, the Dead Centers. Maybe you never saw them because they spent all their time over on this side, frolicking around and sharpening their teeth.

He strained his sight toward the spot, but the thing, whatever it’d been, was gone. Nothing moving on the building’s straight vertical line. It didn’t make him feel better.

Could’ve been anything. He tucked himself back into the wall. Or nothing. That rope that Lahft had rummaged together from the bits of trash and wire – there had been rags in that big enough to have caught a stray wind, gone lifting and waving about. He thought he’d gone farther than that on his search; the spot where he’d woken up should’ve been well hidden by the building’s curve. Still, something like that; just junk, scraps banging around. Nothing to worry about.

Nothing at all. He kept telling himself that, all through the rest of the daylight hours, until another sunset – it still astonished him, if not quite as much – and it was dark enough to catch some sleep. The dull ache of his bruises had him exhausted.

He couldn’t even close his eyes. He went on staring into the dark, at the distant spot on the wall.

† † †

The gray seepage of the shadowlight woke him up with a start, his spine jerking tight and his forehead bouncing against one of the splayed-out pithons.

He rubbed a crust from the corner of his eye. It took awhile to work up enough spit to swallow the evil taste in his mouth. The sleep, however much he’d gotten – no memory of when he’d finally nodded off in his dangling sling –