It was easiest when one or another of them would come to the lounge leaving the other two still asleep. This happened quite a lot after that initial sleep-off, although if it was the blonde-haired Moran, you couldn’t get a full sentence out of her if you tried. O’Brian never stopped talking, which was quite typical of people who had little to say, and McBride seemed the most normal of the bunch although no brighter, willing to engage in small talk or not as needed. She also seemed the most curious about the navy pair, which allowed for a give-and-take exchange of information. Over a few sessions, Maslovic in particular was able to get pretty direct with the brown-haired self-described witch.
“Where’d you learn to do that magic spell that caused the vanishing trick?” he asked her casually as she ate. Murphy sat away from them, curious but not exactly motivated to join in.
“Tip told us how,” McBride responded with that slightly off-kilter view of conversation they all shared and which had nearly driven the senior officers of the Thermopylae nuts.
“Tip? Who’s Tip? A kind of spirit?”
She nodded, munching on a potato pancake and sipping very dark tea mixed half and half with cream and sugar. “Tip can’t do things in our plane without us, we can’t do nothin’ neat here without him and his friends givin’ us the power and all.”
“Tip talks only to you, then? Not to Moran or O’Brian?”
“See? There y’go again! Why do you and the driver up there always use only the family names? Don’t you have another name?”
“What? You mean like you?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I mean, I got three names, and only one isn’t just me. And there’s Brigit Maureen and then there’s Colleen Megan, and she even has a name all her own that everybody uses instead of them.”
“Irish, you mean? Why do you need all those names?”
She shrugged. “ ’Cause I guess there’s only so many names and we don’t want to have nobody else’s, that’s why. Don’t always work even then. I mean, I can’t count the number of Mary Margarets back home. I always thought I wanted me own name, like Irish done, only I never come up with none I really liked.”
“We have ranks and we have numbers,” the sergeant explained. “The numbers are never the same so we can always be ourselves. The rank changes if we do a good job, but the number is unique. The number’s all we really need, but it’s just too much of a mouthful to say, particularly when you’re in a hurry. Easier to say ‘Sarge,’ or, if there’s more than one of my rank, ‘Maslovic,’ instead of, oh, ‘Hurry up, M2174-34K77-41CK!’ See what I mean?”
She laughed. “That’s funny. But we gets our family names from our das. When we was goin’ ’round your big ship, we saw lots of you folks with none of them fancy if borin’ clothes on, and you don’t have no das or mums. How could you?” She sighed. “I’ll be glad when the wee one comes out and I can wear pretty clothes again.”
She was starting to drift away from the thread, so he brought it back.
“Oh, we have parents, if that’s what you mean. We just don’t know who they are. But the family name of my parents is Maslovic, which is why the name’s there. Some of my looks, and I guess more, come from them. I’ve met other Maslovics aboard and we kind of look similar.”
“But how can you have close family when you ain’t got no dicks or wombs? Don’t make no sense.”
“It’s done by doctors and machines,” he told her. “It’s less dangerous and completely controlled, so there’s little chance of us not coming out right.”
“And a damn sight less fun, seems t’me,” she muttered, finishing her food.
Murphy had always thought that as well, like the military types were more machines than humans, unable to feel the same emotions as “normal” people. Now he still wasn’t sure what their lives were like internally, but he was beginning to wonder if others like the girls weren’t just as much manufactured to somebody’s order and requirements.
Hell, it almost made you paranoid thinking that maybe somebody actually made you, too, and he wasn’t thinking about God when that awful idea crept into his mind.
Maslovic had no such worries. He and Chung not only knew that they were designed, they felt great comfort in that. It was who or what was perverting the same technology that had them worried here.
“You were telling us about Tip,” the sergeant said, as breezy and conversational as if he were just killing time.
“Yeah, well, what’s to tell?” she responded. “I mean, like, Tip is just Tip, that’s all.”
The security officer looked around. “Well, now, let’s see. Is he some sort of invisible entity? Some kind of creature who speaks only to you?”
She giggled. “Of course not, silly! Little kids got make-believe little friends. Tip’s different. We’re kinda like, married, in a way. Y’know, like Irish’s got Tad and Brigit’s got Tod.”
“So there are three of them? And where are they if not in the air like spirits of old? Inside your body?”
“This is gettin’ borin’, it is. I don’t wanta talk about this no more right now. I’m just so tired. I think maybe I should sleep some more. How much longer to this world you’re takin’ us to?”
“We’re better than halfway there,” Maslovic assured her. “Not much longer now.”
But by this time Mary Margaret McBride had forgotten even the question, and she was on her feet and making her way back aft to the bunks.
When she’d gone, Maslovic looked over at Murphy. “You’re the expert on these people,” he said. “Is she crazy?”
“Most probably, although who’s to say if it’s them or us?” the old captain retorted. “Still and all, I think there’s somethin’ to it. I been goin’ nuts starin’ at them jewels the girls got round their necks. They’re not just good-lookin’ gems cut right, they’re more than that. I seen their like before. Not for real, I don’t think, but in pictures and such. Some museums and real rich folk got ’em. Them’s Magi stones. The livin’ gems said to come from the legendary Three Kings.”
That got the sergeant’s interest. “Indeed? Exotic stones from—where?”
“The Three Kings, man! Everybody’s heard of the Three Kings. They may not be real, or if they are they’re almost certainly not what folks think they are, but they’re the stuff of legend, just like the three originals. Of course, you probably ain’t heard of them, either.”
“Not particularly. I wish I had my complete reference databases handy, though. I hate being the last to know when somebody throws in a curve.”
“Well, I can only tell you what everybody seems to know. Three planets around some gigantic ringed star, supposedly discovered during the Age of Exploration a couple hundred years ago by one of the missionary monks who was half man and half scouting ship. Sent back the news of great treasure and miraculous living and all that stuff, and he said there was lots of evidence of advanced alien life. Named ’em after the three kings who brought gifts to the baby Jesus. Said anybody who could get there and keep clear of the snake would find riches beyond compare.”
“Pardon? The what?”
“The snake, man! Serpent. The incarnation of the Beast who got humanity to sin and heaped that sin upon all its descendants. The devil, if you will. The sort these three girls claim to be their god or whatever.”
“Interesting. There are so many mythic religions I admit I know little of any. Doesn’t seem relevant unless it’s a key to solving something practical. Still, it sounds like I could do with some information on this sect.”
“’Sect’ he calls it!” Murphy muttered, genuinely appalled at the dismissal. “Faith of me fathers it is, boy. You navy boys know Vaticanus and its influence and orders, I think.”