Or the destruct.
God, what has she done to me?
What keys has she got?
"Justin?" Grant said, and caught his arm. "Justin, "
He held to Grant's shoulder and shuddered. "O God, Grant. . . ."
"What's wrong?" Grant's fingers gripped the back of his neck, pressed hard. "Justin?"
His heart raced. He lost vision for a moment, broken out in sweat, feeling himself nowhere at all, if Grant were not holding to him.
That's what Ari wantedall those years ago. Wanted mefixed on her
I've lost everything, dragged Grant and Jordan with me
This is all there'll ever be, sweet
Worm. Psychmaster. She was the best there ever was
Pleasure and pain. Deep-set links
His heart made a few deep, painful beats. But he could adjust to that, the way he adjusted to everything, always. Life was, that was all. One lived.
Even knowing that the worst thing that had been done to him all those years ago was not sexual. Sex was only the leverage.
Endocrine-learning and flux, applied full-force, the kind of wrench that could take a vulnerable, frightened kid and twist him sideways into another research, another path for his entire existence.
She saw to my birth.
One could live. Even with the ground dropping out from under one's feet. Even with black space all around.
"What did she do?" Grant asked him, a sane, worried voice out of that mental dark, a hard pressure around him, at the back of his neck. "Justin?"
"She gave me the keys a long time ago," he murmured. "I knew, dammit, I knewI should have seen. . . ."
Things began to focus then. Vision came back, the edge of Grant's shoulder, the stark black and white room that was not home, the knowledge that, foreseeably, they would not go back to the friendly, familiar apartment with the brown stone and the little breakfast nook that had always seemed safe, no matter what they knew about Security monitoring. . . .
"She knew she was dying, Grant. She was the best damned analyst going She could read a subject like no one I ever saw. D'you think she never knew Giraud?"
"Ari senior?" Grant asked.
"Ari. She knew Giraud was no genius. She knew who would follow her. Do you think she didn't know them better than we do? Ari saidI was the only one who could teach her. The only one. That she needs my work. And she's working off Ari's notes, doing what Ari told her to do ... all down the line."
Grant pushed him back. He stared up into Grant's worried face, seeing it as a stranger would, in an objective way he had never looked at Grant, the unlikely perfectionAri's handiwork too, from his genesets to his psychset.
Everything was, everything. No good, any longer, in fighting the design.
Even Grant was part of it. He was snared, he had always been.
She wanted Jordan. Jordan failed her. She saw to my creation. Designed Grant.
Fixed me on herin one damnable stroke
Everything's connected to everything
Field too large, field too large
"Justin?"
God, is the kid that good, does she know what she's doing to me?
Whose hand was on the switch in there? Which Ari? Does it even matterthat one could set a path that surethat the other could operate, just take it up and go
Grant seized his face between his hands, popped a light slap against his cheek. "Justin!"
"I'm all right," he said.
I'm scaring hell out of him. But I'm not scared. Just
Cold as hell now. Calm.
Helps, when you know the truth, doesn't it?
"I'm all right. Justwent a little sideways for a moment." He patted Grant's shoulder, distanced himself a few steps and looked down the hall, the strange, not-home hallway. "LikeI'd waked up. Likefor a momentI could just shake it all off. Think right past it." He felt Grant's hand on his shoulder, and he acknowledged it with a pressure of his ownscared again, because he was alone where he was standing, and Grant wanted to be with him, but he was not sure Grant could bethat anyone could be. And Ari was out so far ahead of him, in territory that was hers and her predecessor's, in places that he could not reach.
Places Jordan had never been.
Ultimate isolation.
"Our poor kid," he murmured, "is Ari. Damn, she is. No one ever caught up to her. She's going out into that place no one else can get to and no one can really speak to. That's what's going to happen to her. Happening to me . . . sometimes." He blinked and tried to come back. To see the lights again. The damned stark decor. Black and white dining room down the hall. "God, Housekeeping's got to have a red vase or something, doesn't it? Pillows. Pictures. Something."
"What are you talking about?" Grant asked.
The Super's training tried to assert itself. Get yourself together. You're scaring him. "Flux. Not a damn thing human in this apartment. Until we get a few things up from ours. Things with color. Things that are us. God, this place is like a bath in ice water."
"Is that what's the matter?"
"Something like." He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his eyes of the fog and focus short-range. "Maybe justthinking this was where we would have ended up, if Ari had lived a little longer. This would have been ours."
"Justin, what in hell are you talking about?"
"Common sense. Ari didn't want to ruin Jordan. She needed his abilities. She was dying. She knew the Nyes for pragmatic sons of bitches. Conservative as hell. She wasn't. And they were going to have her successor. Don't you think she worried about that? And if she'd had two more years, even six more months, I thinkI damn well knowI wouldn't have been what she took in. I might have been able to fight Giraud. Might have had some input into Ari's upbringing. Might be in Administration, might be high in the Bureau, by now, maybe sitting in Peterson's chair, who knows?"
NowI'm not that person.
But Ari's following her predecessor's program. Following her notes.
Its a dangerous course for her. If Ari hasn't the perspective to figure that out, to figure me outit's very dangerous.
Not because I wish her harm.
Because I can't help it. I have tiesI can't shed.
"I don't want to hurt her, Grant."
"Is there a question of it?"
It was too much to say. Ari had sworn there was no monitoring, but that was only the truth she wished were so: her capabilities were another story. Ari would lie by telling what she wished instead of what she would do: Ari had confessed that to himmanipulative in that admission as in anything else she did. Never take me for simple . . . in any sense.
"No," he answered Grant. "Not by anything I want."
Are you listening, Ari?
Do you hear what I'm saying?
xi
"Message," the Minder said, waking Ari out of sleep, and waking Florian.
"Coded private, Base Three."
Giraud.
Giraud was in Novgorod. Or had been when she went to sleep.
"Damn," she said; and rolled out of bed and searched for her slippers and her robe.