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Bambang considered. "Even so, is it proper for one of our senior operatives to risk his life in a field trial?"
"I have an additional goal, the personal matter to which I referred. I intend to bring back a piece of my mate."
Bambang understood at once. "She had no offsite storage of splinters or shards then? She was never godelized or fredkinated? Not even a snippet? I see. Too bad."
Greenlaw nodded. He had tried many times to convince Stroma to allow herself to be neurally mapped, but she had always refused, laughingly regarding such measures as paranoid and unnecessary.
Bambang continued. "So nothing of her mental patternings remains outside the clutches of the Urb. And you wish to replicate her. But you know we cannot allow you to bring an Urb-seed out. The danger is too great."
"It will be contained within an onboard vesicle of the same impermeable material. Completely safe. And Procept approves. They would like a captive piece of the Urb to experiment on."
"Allow me to confirm all this, Peej."
"Permission granted."
Bambang went unfocused. When he returned, his dour expression was overlaid with respect and awe.
"May I personally escort you to the borders of the zone, Peej?"
"It would be my pleasure, Haj."
Grateful for the sheer essential humanity of his commensal, Greenlaw impulsively stuck out one of his long-fingered hands for an old-fashioned shake.
As Bambang gripped Greenlaw's proffered hand, a wave of disorientation and deja vu swept over Greenlaw. For lengthy seconds, Greenlaw felt as if he were reiterating a scene he had lived through a hundred times before. The
ground seemed to shift beneath him, the world whirl, and, startled, he broke contact.
"Are you well?" Bambang asked, plainly concerned.
Greenlaw felt onboard compensators swing into action. Primary reality stabilized.
"I've been existing on microsleep for a week," Greenlaw explained. "But I can go another few hours."
Bambang threw a sign acknowledging Supremacy of Somatopsychic Autonomy.
The two men, accompanied by Greenlaw's single kibe and Bambang's whole devoted flock, began to walk toward a line of what appeared, at this distance, to be a range of white hillocks, curiously wavering.
The men passed a squad of Sinochem Assault Beetles and DarMol Scout Giraffes.
Bambang considered. "Even so, is it proper for one of our senior operatives to risk his life in a field trial?"
"I have an additional goal, the personal matter to which I referred. I intend to bring back a piece of my mate."
Bambang understood at once. "She had no offsite storage of splinters or shards then? She was never godelized or fredkinated? Not even a snippet? I see. Too bad."
Greenlaw nodded. He had tried many times to convince Stroma to allow herself to be neurally mapped, but she had always refused, laughingly regarding such measures as paranoid and unnecessary.
Bambang continued. "So nothing of her mental patternings remains outside the clutches of the Urb. And you wish to replicate her. But you know we cannot allow you to bring an Urb-seed out. The danger is too great."
"It will be contained within an onboard vesicle of the same impermeable material. Completely safe. And Procept approves. They would like a captive piece of the Urb to experiment on."
"Allow me to confirm all this, Peej."
"Permission granted."
Bambang went unfocused. When he returned, his dour expression was overlaid with respect and awe.
"May I personally escort you to the borders of the zone, Peej?"
"It would be my pleasure, Haj."
Grateful for the sheer essential humanity of his commensal, Greenlaw impulsively stuck out one of his long-fingered hands for an old-fashioned shake.
As Bambang gripped Greenlaw's proffered hand, a wave of disorientation and deja vu swept over Greenlaw. For lengthy seconds, Greenlaw felt as if he were reiterating a scene he had lived through a hundred times before. The
ground seemed to shift beneath him, the world whirl, and, startled, he broke contact.
"Are you well?" Bambang asked, plainly concerned.
Greenlaw felt onboard compensators swing into action. Primary reality stabilized.
"I've been existing on microsleep for a week," Greenlaw explained. "But I can go another few hours."
Bambang threw a sign acknowledging Supremacy of Somatopsychic Autonomy.
The two men, accompanied by Greenlaw's single kibe and Bambang's whole devoted flock, began to walk toward a line of what appeared, at this distance, to be a range of white hillocks, curiously wavering.
The men passed a squad of Sinochem Assault Beetles and DarMol Scout Giraffes.