She touched yes.
The next screen was a configuration chart. She could, Theo quickly learned, instruct her mumu to conduct up to sixteen consecutive test sessions. She could also dedicate a key combination to initiate testing from outside of the diagnostic program, though she was warned to choose a nonintuitive combination, so that a test session would not begin in error.
"I found it," Theo breathed to Coyster, who greeted this information with no visible sign of awe, joy – or even consciousness.
She thought for a moment, staring at the mumu's keypad and thinking about combinations that were easy to code, but that she wouldn't likely hit by accident. Finally, and deliberately, she keyed in the trigger combo. After further consideration, she set the loop to nine consecutive checks, reasoning that she could hit the hot keys again, if she needed more time off-grid.
Needed for what was a question she had been studiously not asking herself, even as she had pursued the answer to the puzzle. Instead, she reminded herself that the Simple at the door would have taken her under study if Father hadn't been prepared. Being prepared was very close to thinking ahead, and it seemed to her that an advertent scholar – which Father demonstrably was – ought always to be prepared.
"I should test it," she said, holding the mumu in her hand. It wouldn't be thinking ahead if she just assumed it was going to work. In fact, it would be wishful thinking, which was almost as bad as making excuses.
"How?" she asked, putting the mumu on Coyster's side. His skin rippled in protest, and he flicked his ears, but he didn't bother to open his eyes.
Obviously, she didn't want to just vanish off the grid; even she could see that would be reckless. She might, she guessed, tell Kamele what she'd done and ask for her help, in the spirit of scholarly exploration.
On second thought, that wasn't such a good idea. Theo plucked the mumu off of Coyster and held it in her hand, staring down into the screen. She'd wait until Oktavi, she thought, and ask Father to check her. That was fair. In a sense, she'd gotten the assignment from him.
It wasn't the best solution – she wanted to test her work right now, and Oktavi was days away. On the other hand, it would have to do; and anyway, it wasn't like she planned on actually using it; it was only a precaution. In the meantime, she had more than enough to keep her busy – worrying about the Review Board for one, and why they'd asked for an extension to decide her case. Kamele seemed to think that the extended time for additional discovery and deliberation was good news. Theo – or, at least, her stomach – thought otherwise.
She could also, she told herself firmly, think about dance, work on her lace, and do extra-credit solos.
And, if she got bored, she could see about scrubbing the Serpent icon and the program that generated it from her school book.
As a matter of fact, she had an idea about that.
She rolled to her feet and approached the desk. The Serpent of Knowledge was still down in the left hand corner, still pulsing, oh-so-patiently waiting for her attention.
Sighing, Theo slid into the chair and tapped the icon. Once.
A menu bar appeared in the center of her screen.
• Theory, Annotated
• Safety Office History, Delgado University
• Surveillance History, Delgado
• Map, Interior
• Map, Exterior
• Timetable, Real Time
• Algorithm
Theo blinked.
Whatever it was, the Serpent had done exactly what she'd asked it to do, and more thoroughly than any search program she'd ever used. She bit her lip, one hand fisted on her knee, the other hovering over the selection key.
There isn't, she thought, any assignment.
On the other hand, she was interested in the information. So what if there wasn't an assignment? Information for its own sake was –
"Theo?" Kamele's voice echoed down the hallway. "I'm home! I hope you're hungry!"
* * * *
"Admin has okayed the trip," Kamele said, sounding tired and relieved and anxious all at once. At least she was eating, Theo thought, helping herself to another slice of spice bread with veggie-paste stuffing. 'Course, it was hard to turn down spice bread.
"When will you be leaving?" Theo asked, trying to remember where Melchiza was, exactly, with reference to Delgado.
"The in-time to make the next outgoing liner – call it two days," Kamele murmured, and Theo put her bread down, staring.
"That's, um... really soon," she managed.
Kamele nodded. "It is. We're very fortunate that Vashtara is due in at the station, and has room for passengers."
Theo chewed her lip. "How long – how long will you be gone?" She'd stayed with Lesset for a day or two at a time when Kamele and Father had gone on short trips, just like Lesset had stayed with her when her mother went away.
At least twice, Theo had stayed with Aunt Ella in her cluttered apartment, while Kamele and Father traveled.
"The return trip may be a day or two sooner or later, depending on transition links. I thing we ought to assume most of two hundred days."
Theo sat back on the stool, a gone feeling in her stomach.
"Close your mouth, Theo. You look like one of Jen Sar's prize fish." Kamele had a bite of spice bread.
"You're going to be gone – " I'll miss you! Theo thought, and blinked her eyes to clear a sudden start of tears. She cleared her throat, and tried to sound calm and matter-of-fact. "I guess I'll be staying with Aunt Ella, then."
"Oh, no." Kamele shook her head and reached for her cup. "You'll be coming with me."
Theo gasped.
"Coming – to Melchiza?" she repeated. "I can't go to Melchiza!"
Kamele looked up. "Of course you can. Tomorrow, you'll file for solo studies from your teachers; I've already transmitted my authorization. I have an info packet from Vashtara, which I'll send along to you; they include guidelines for what and how to pack. Your immunizations are up-to-date, but they'll screen us on-station, anyway." She paused, looking at Theo consideringly. "Coyster will need to go live with Professor Kiladi. I'm afraid cats aren't allowed on cruise ships."
She was going to strangle, Theo thought, around the buzzing in her ears. Her chest was tight and she was suddenly very sorry that she'd eaten quite so much spice bread.
"But, I can't! Not for – what about dance? There's a freeform that I wanted to dance in on Venta, Bek – What about the Review Board? I – why can't I stay with Father, too?"
"Because you're not a cat," Kamele said crisply. "Really, Theo. You're behaving as if this were a punishment instead of an opportunity to learn."
"I don't," Theo said breathlessly, "want to learn."
That was stupid. She knew it the second the words tumbled out of her mouth. But of course, it was too late to call them back.
Kamele shook her head. "The situation is quite settled, Theo. Whining isn't going to change it. I must say, however, that I'd never expected to hear my daughter say that she doesn't want to learn."
Theo bit her lip. "Kamele – "
Her mother raised a hand. "It's a shock, I know. Very sudden. Unfortunately, there's nothing to be done. I suggest that you sleep on it."
Chapter Nineteen
Number Twelve Leafydale Place
Greensward-by-Efraim
Delgado
The article was finished, polished, and on its way to the journal that had commissioned it; all of the mid-term student papers had been perused, marked up, and returned to their authors, who would hopefully learn something from his comments. He had finished reading his entire backlog of journals, and was now reclined in his chair, one ear on the audio from the Orbital Traffic Scanner, and both eyes closed.