Mindscan

Like I'd thrown a switch. Somehow, I'd dismissed the bad reelings. Astonishing. I wondered what thought, what mental configuration, had produced this effect, and whether I could possibly ever reproduce it again.

As I continued to walk along, my stride was the same as before — perfect, measured.

But I felt as though there was a spring in my step — metaphorically, beyond the shock-absorbing coils in my legs.

Still, if there was some combination that could turn off anger at will, was there another that could turn on happiness, turn off sadness, turn on giddiness, turn off…

The thought hit like a fist.

Turn off love.

Not that I wanted to turn off my feelings for Karen — not at all! But somewhere, in the patterns that had been copied from the old me, there were still feelings for Rebecca, and they still hurt because she didn't reciprocate them.

If only I could find the switch to shut off those emotions, to put an end to that pain.

If only.

The rain continued to fall.

34

I stood at the back of the central aisle of the moonbus, and looked at my three hostages — damn, I hated that word!

"Honestly," I said, "I don't want to hurt anyone."

"But you will if you have to," said Brian Hades. "That's what you told Smythe."

"Smythe won't let it go that far," I said. "I know he won't."

But Hades shook his head, his white hair glinting in the recessed roof lighting. "He has to let it go that far. Immortex has hundreds of billions invested in this uploading technology — and it's all predicated on the assumption that the durable copy becomes the real you. We can't let that … that conceit … be successfully challenged.

Not by you here, and not by anyone down there on Earth. Fortunes are at stake.

Lives — uploaded lives — are at stake."

Hades got up out of his chair, but he seemed just to be stretching his long legs. He glanced at Akiko and Chloe, then turned back to me. "Look, there's no law up here — no police, no governments. So you haven't committed a crime. And I heard what Smythe said — there are extenuating circumstances. Your surgery—"

"Bet you wish you'd had me killed on the operating table!"

Hades spread his arms. "It's not your fault," he said. "You're not responsible. Just give me the piton gun, and walk away from this. Immortex won't do anything to you; there'll be no repercussions. You can end this right now."

"I can't do that," I said. "I'd like to, but I don't know any other way to get what I want — what I deserve."

"God, you are so selfish," said Akiko. "I can't believe they picked you."

I felt my eyes narrowing. "Picked me? Picked me for what?"

But Akiko ignored that. "What about us? Look at what you're doing to us!"

"They're not going to force a situation in which people might get hurt," I said.

"No?" said Akiko. "How long do you think they'll let you hold all of High Eden hostage? How long before the other residents start to panic? They have to put an end to this."

"It's going to be fine," I said. "I promise."

Now Chloe was speaking: "You promise? What the hell is that worth?"

I moved a bit closer to the two women; I so wanted to calm them, to reassure them.

Suddenly, Hades leapt. It's a myth that people move in slow motion on the moon: objects fall in slow motion, but if you kick off the floor with all your strength, you'll go flying like a bat out of Philadelphia. Hades was five meters away, but his leap easily carried him that distance, and when he collided with me, I went flying backwards, ramming against the moonbus's rear bulkhead.

Suddenly, the two women were in motion, as well. Akiko was out of her chair and also leaping toward us. Chloe grabbed a metal equipment case and came bounding at us, looking as though she intended to brain me with it.

I still had the gun held tightly in my right hand. But Hades had pinned that arm against the bulkhead, keeping me from getting a shot at him or either of the women.

Desperate times call for desperate deeds…

I swiveled my wrist as much as I could and fired a piton. Here, in the cabin, the report of the gun was deafening. Almost instantly, the piton hit its target. I'd wanted to just drill a hole through the outer hull, but I hadn't been able to aim well. The piton hit a window, going through the vinyl shade in front of it as if it were tissue paper, and breaking the glass beyond. Air started hissing out of the cabin, and a whoop-whoop-whoop alarm began to sound. The shade, with a small hole in it was puckering outward. From the sounds of it, the tempered glass behind it had shattered completely, and the only thing that was keeping the atmosphere from rushing out in a torrent was the little hole in the shade that it had to go through.

We were all looking at the vinyl shade now, watching it bow outward more and more. Any moment now, it would be torn loose by the rush of escaping atmosphere, exposing the whole empty window pane; when that happened, the cabin would lose all its air in a matter of seconds.