She finished speaking just as the skylift emerged from the ground into the red light of evening. Through the glass, they could see rush-hour pedestrians hurrying by in all directions. Constantine tapped his fingers against the hard plastic of the console that nestled in his pocket.
“Well, whatever you say, madam. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
He stepped out into the cool Australian evening and strode toward the waiting boat that would take him to his hotel. Mary took hold of his sleeve and pulled him backwards.
“Hey, don’t you madam me and then walk away. I was speaking to you. Didn’t you hear me? Of course you heard me. You were ignoring me. Being rude.”
Constantine turned to face her, conscious that she was on the verge of making a scene.
“Would you mind letting go of my arm please, mad-” He paused.
– Mary, reminded the Blue intelligence. There was an edge of amusement to its voice.
Constantine said nothing. Mary gazed at him with bleary eyes. There had once been a pretty face there, thought Constantine abstractedly, but now it was lost beneath the podgy swelling of fat and over-applied makeup. She spoke gently, her hard little chin pressing down against its soft cushion of flesh.
“I have a name,” she continued with a drunkard’s dignity. “Please do me the courtesy of using it.”
“Very well…Mary. Please let go of my arm.”
The two uniformed porters who stood by the varnished wooden sides of the hotel boat were now looking in his direction. Pink galahs fluttered beneath the huge expanse of the red sky. Constantine felt incredibly exposed.
Mary caught his expression and laughed.
“What are you so worried about? No one will be watching us. We’re both invisible. Both invisible. Fact of life. Fact of our lives, I should say.”
At that she took hold of her green skirt by the hem and pulled it right up so the tops of her thighs were exposed.
“Stop it,” muttered Constantine.
“Why?” Mary asked, pulling her skirt up still further to show the faded pink daisy-printed panties she wore beneath. “See what I mean?” she said. “No one’s looking at us, are they? Are they? Are they looking at us? No.”
Constantine turned his back on the two hotel porters, who were now looking in any direction but his. He took hold of Mary’s skirt and pulled it back down.
“For goodness’ sake, stop it. What do you want?”
“I want you to acknowledge me for who I am. I want you to speak to me. And I want to do you a favor. I might know something to your advantage. Yes. To everyone’s advantage. Listen to me and you could become a big man. The savior of Stonebreak, they’ll call you.”
Constantine paused, listening to his inner voices.
– She certainly believes that what she’s saying is the truth, said the Red intelligence.
– If you go along with her for the moment, she will at least stop drawing attention to you, said Blue.
– I have nothing to add, said White.
Constantine and the others waited for a moment for the last intelligence, the Grey one, to speak, but as always it remained silent. Constantine gave a shrug. He turned to Mary.
“Okay. I’ll listen, but no more drawing attention to us.”
Mary gave a delighted smile. “Good. You won’t regret this. Come on. This way. We’re going up to the top of the city.”
She linked her arm through Constantine’s and began to walk along the side of the canal.
“You still haven’t told me your name.”
“Ben D’Roza,” said Constantine.
“Ben? I don’t think so. That was the name on your train ticket, and it will be the name on your hotel reservation, I’m sure, but it’s not your real name, is it?”
Constantine sighed.
“Okay. It’s Constantine,” he said. “Constantine Storey.”
“Constantine,” said Mary carefully, as if practicing the name. “Constantine. I like that. And have you ever been to Stonebreak before, Constantine?”
“Yes. Several times.”
“Business or pleasure? Business, I bet, since you’ve got the face of someone who couldn’t have fun in a brothel with a platinum e-card tied to his dick. Have you ever been a tourist here in Stonebreak, Constantine?”
“No. I haven’t.”
“Then let me show you around. I’ll show you something that will interest you.”
She slipped her hand down Constantine’s arm and took hold of his left hand, squeezing it tightly with her fat fingers so that his wedding ring dug painfully into his flesh.
They walked along a typical Stonebreak street. A wide, shallow, canal ran parallel to the narrow road, separated from it by a series of wide, tree-planted lawns. The whole was bordered by short rows of one- or two-story shops and houses, intercut with narrow alleyways accessible only to pedestrians. Chairs and tables had spilled from the cafes and bars out onto the lawns and were now slowly filling with the evening trade. A young woman walked by, hanging onto the arm of a tanned young man. She was dressed in the latest fashion: a simple white shift, her neck and arms wrapped in exotically curved bangles of silver and gold. She smiled prettily at Constantine and Mary as they passed, heading in the opposite direction.
The smell of the evening grass, the gentle splash of the water, the sheer prettiness of the cool narrow alleys, all these had helped Constantine relax sufficiently to return the young woman’s smile, though he was still confused.
“On nights like this, you wonder why they call Stonebreak a design failure,” said Mary.
They passed a cafe done up in period style: glass tables, bent beech chairs, and white linen. From its wide windows, light shone across the darkening lawns, illuminating the customers sipping beer and wine at tables arranged in a circle around an enormous lime tree.
“Where are we going?” asked Constantine, eventually.
“Relax,” said Mary. “Do you see any other people around here looking tense? No. They’re all out for a pleasant evening’s stroll and a drink. Do you want to be noticed? I don’t think so. So just hold my hand and try to look as if you’re enjoying yourself.”
Constantine had been enjoying himself. Now he suddenly realized how incredibly out of place he appeared in his business suit. He wished he’d had time to change into the same cool, loose-fitting dress the locals adopted.
“Now,” said Mary, “at the moment we’re on the second level of Stonebreak. Residential and leisure: medium-density housing and shopping. We’re going to head to the center, the fourth leveclass="underline" cultural quarter and Source. Stonebreak, as you should know, is built as four concentric circles, each raised above the last. Beneath us lies a thin layer of maintenance ducts and so on, and beneath that, the main support structure, and beneath that again the transport system and I-train terminus.”
“Thank you for the travelogue. Is there a reason for it?” asked Constantine.
Mary shook her head. “Just being friendly. It’s nice to have someone to speak to. Talking’s nice, don’t you think? It’s nice to have a conversation.”
Constantine muttered something in reply. Mary chatted away happily.
“When I first started out I had a comfort family set up for me in Brazil. I did a lot of work in Brazil. I was there a lot of the year. Hans, that was my husband…well, he thought he was anyway. You know how it is. Two kids. Ellie and Gerhardt. It was somewhere to go and have a decent meal and just chat with someone…”
Her voice tailed off as she strolled on, lost in thought. Constantine glanced at her and felt a sudden stab of pity. She was obviously living in much reduced circumstances now. The shabbiness of what had been an expensive suit and her once exercise-honed body running to alcohol-fueled fat suggested someone who had been high up within a company hierarchy. This physical manifestation of failure walking alongside him reminded Constantine of the pressure to succeed he himself was under. He turned his face from the narrow alley squeezed between two yellow stone cottages. A silver strand of nothingness showed at its end.