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Page 47 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html indicating that it was not something to make an issue of now. Hunt sat back in his chair and finished the rest of his meal in relative silence. He was as sure of himself as he had been that morning when Mildred and Danchekker called him at the Multiporter, insisting that he had agreed to accompany them. * * * "VISAR, you handle all the neural traffic involved in these situations," Hunt said. He had brooded for some time after getting back to his room at the Waldorf, then told VISAR of the problem. It was still troubling him. "Do you keep records of what takes place? That would be the way to resolve something like this." "No, I don't," VISAR replied. "The purpose is purely to provide a communications medium between users." Hunt had been fairly sure that was the case. It was more a way of broaching the subject. "But could you, if a user asked? Suppose I wanted you to keep a log of everything you channel into my datastream?" "That would necessarily involve other users, too," VISAR pointed out. "Does that mean you couldn't?" "I'm not permitted to. It would require a change of standards and operating directives from the Thurien authorities who decide those things. And a change like that would not be approved easily if it were ever approved at all." In a mild dig at Terran history that it apparently couldn't resist, VISAR added, "Thuriens don't have a background of obsession with surveillance and keeping tabs on each other." "Even if the other parties were to agree?" "It would get impossibly complicated," VISAR said. "Every user wanting to come into the circuit would have to be informed. And for Thuriens something like that would take a lot of explaining. They look at life very differently." Hunt sighed. "Okay, it was just a thought. Forget it for now." He lay back along the couch where he had been pondering and stared up at the ceiling. It was ornately molded, fashioned from a material that generated light internally, either uniformly diffuse or concentrated in whatever places were desired. Something very strange was going on. He felt confused and disturbed. As disturbed as Josef and Chien had seemed earlier at dinner, from the moment they sat down. He checked the time. It was just after midnight. "VISAR. Can you connect me to Josef?" An avco frame opened up in Hunt's visual field a moment later, showing Sonnebrandt's head and shoulders. "Hi, Vic. What's up?" "Are you doing anything right now? There's something I'd like to talk about." "Sure, no problem. Do you want to meet in the Pit Stop? Or you could come here for a drink. I was just getting ready to turn in." "No, it's okay. I'll come there. See you in a couple of minutes." * * * Hunt arrived to find Sonnebrandt in house robe and slippers, with a squat, long-necked bottle and two glasses waiting on the table in the lounge section of the suite. "So what is it, an insomnia problem now?" he greeted as Hunt sat down. "I've probably had too much going around inside my head, too." "Cheers." Hunt examined his glass after Sonnebrandt had poured. "What is it?" "Some kind of wine the Jevlenese drink, that's stocked here. A bit like hock." "Not bad." Sonnebrandt indicated the direction of the door with a motion of his head. "I was talking to a couple of the Estonians earlier in the Pit Stop. I never realized before that Ganymeans can't sing." "Their vocal apparatus is totally different," Hunt said. "It restricts them to that guttural speech that we have trouble reproducing." The voices that VISAR manufactured when it translated were synthesized to sound normal both ways. "And you're right. It doesn't give them a range that would permit song." "Our choral music awes them. The Estonians are a huge sensation. Did you Page 48 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html know?" "I haven't really been following that side of things much." "I thought it was strange . . . not the physiological thing; but that Thuriens should be so surprised. I mean, they've had the Jevlenese around for long enough. They're human." Hunt shrugged. "Then I can only guess that maybe the Jevlenese aren't so musical. Come to think of it, I didn't see much sign of it when I was there." "Maybe." Sonnebrandt settled himself back and regarded Hunt over the rim of his glass. "But anyway . . . So what is it that's so urgent that it can't wait until a more civilized hour of the morning?" "It's not so much that it's urgent, Josef. But possibly personal. I thought that a little privacy might be in order." "Oh. Now you have got me intrigued. Please go on." Hunt had been trying to think of the best way to approach this, but he still found the situation awkward. "Look, first, don't think I'm trying to pry, or that I have any interest in what might be your own personal business. My questions may sound a bit odd, but there's a good reason for asking them." Sonnebrandt eyed him uncertainly. "Yes . . . ?" "At dinner earlier tonight, you and Chien . . ." Hunt gestured briefly. "I couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be, oh . . . for want of a better word, something a little strained. A bit of edginess; not a lot of talking. Know what I mean?" He waited. Sonnebrandt stared into his glass without responding. Hunt read it as he'd feared a tacit way of telling him as politely as possible to mind his own business. "Okay, look, I said at the beginning that if I've gone and trodden into something personal that's going on " Sonnebrandt cut him off with a short laugh. "You mean with me and Chien? Oh, come on, Vic. I've only known her face-to-face as long as you have, and it isn't as if we've exactly had nothing else to be concerning ourselves with." He took a quick drink. "Mind you, I wouldn't say no, to be honest. She has this magnificently 'spiritual' quality about her, don't you think? A lesson to the women of the world on how grace and attractiveness should improve with the years. At least, that was how I thought until today." "You went very quiet when I mentioned it. I thought maybe you were offended." "Hah." Sonnebrandt wrinkled his nose and thought for a few seconds. "A little silly, rather than offended, if you really want to know," he said finally. "To do with why you had second thoughts about Chien?" "Well, yes, if you want the truth." Hunt knew then that his hunch had been right. "Let me guess," he said. "Something so stupid that it should hardly have been worth mentioning. Yet you found yourselves contradicting each other vehemently, like kids. Something that you knew you were right about, and which should have been easily resolved. But she insisted on making an issue of it and wouldn't back down." Sonnebrandt's eyes widened in surprise. "That's it, exactly! How did you know?" "I'll tell you in a second. So what happened." "Earlier in the day, when we were at the Multiporter, we found ourselves arguing about things all the time as you said, stupid little things. She'd tell me I was repeating something that I knew I hadn't said; or insist that [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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