They ambled along the lane, passing through pools of light from the street lamps, then into stretches of shadow, walking slowly, as if reluctant to get home.
“The ship that brought the scientists will be leaving in a week,” Tavalera said at last.
“Nadia’s going back to Earth with them,” said Holly.
“She’ll be back.”
“I guess.”
Tavalera stopped and reached for Holly’s shoulders, turning her to face him. They were in the shadows between streetlamps, their features barely discernable.
“I could go back on that ship,” he said. “I checked with Eberly. He said the New Morality’ll pay half my fare and the habitat will kick in the other half.”
Sudden anger flared in Holly’s gut. “Eberly! He’ll pay to get rid of you just to hurt me,” she said.
“Would it hurt you? If I left?”
“Of course it would.”
“Really?” His voice brimmed with joyous disbelief.
She grabbed him by the ears and kissed him. “Raoul, you can be a real dimdumb. I love you!”
“I love you, too, Holly,” he said.
Even in the nighttime darkness she could see the toothy grin splitting his face. He looks so super when he smiles. Then she thought, I ought to make him smile more.
“Holly,” he said, his smile withering, replaced by dead seriousness. “Holly … will you come with me? Back to Earth? For real?”
She didn’t hesitate a moment. “Back to Earth or anywhere else, Raoul. Anywhere.”
“You will?” His voice jumped an octave.
“F’real,” she said, totally certain. “I’ve never seen Earth. I was born there and lived my first life there, but I don’t remember any of that.”
“I’ll take you to the Grand Canyon,” Tavalera said, suddenly bursting with enthusiasm. “The Taj Mahal. The pyramids!”
“I want to see West Texas. Pancho and I were born there.”
“Most of it’s under the Sea of Mexico.”
“Then we can go scuba diving.”
“We could scuba through Manhattan, too. And Miami.”
“Cosmic!”
“Then you’ll come on the ship with me?”
Holly took a breath. “I can’t go until the elections, Raoul.”
“Oh.” His voice fell. “That.”
“Don’t sweat it,” Holly said happily. “Malcolm’s gonna beat me by a landslide and then I’ll be free to go wherever you want.”
“But if you win?”
“No chance of that,” she assured him. And herself. “Soon’s the election returns are counted we can snag a ship and zip back to Earth together.”
“Together,” he breathed.
“First ship out after the elections.”
He murmured, “We can get married back home. My parents’ d like that.”
“So would I.”
They started walking up the sloping path again. Tavalera blurted, “But what if you win?”
“I won’t.”
“You could. You got more than seven thousand signatures on your petition. What if they all vote for you?”
“They won’t. Berkowitz has been running polls. This morning’s shows me behind, sixty-two to thirty-two with six percent undecided.”
“You could quit,” Tavalera suggested. “Resign. Come with me now, right away.”
Holly shook her head. “I wouldn’t give Malcolm the satisfaction. Let him sweat out the vote count. He’s gonna win, but I won’t let him win by default.”
Tavalera said nothing.
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind losing by a decent percentage, but this is cosmic.”
With a small shrug Tavalera replied, “People wanna mine the rings. They wanna get rich.”
“I guess.”
If she wins I’ll never see her again, Tavalera thought. Even if she loses, she could change her mind and stay here.
As if she could read his mind, Holly said, “Don’t stress out on it, Raoul. I’m gonna get my butt whupped so bad on election day that I won’t ever want to show my face in this habitat again.”
He wished he believed her. “You think Eberly really talked with people at Selene?” he mused aloud. “And the rock rats?”
“He said he did.”
“But did he really? Maybe he was just saying that to impress the voters.”
Holly brightened a little. “I could check.”
He felt happy to see her smile, at least a little. Still, as they walked back through the pools of light and shadow toward their apartments, Tavalera wished he’d kept his big mouth shut.
Eduoard Urbain grew more nervous and fretful as the reception dwindled down. People were leaving, in couples or larger groups. The laughter was dying away; the last drinks were finished. As the host of the party, Urbain had torn himself away from Wunderly at last and, at Jeanmarie’s prompting, posted himself by the path that led back to Athens so he could bid a formal good night to the departing guests. Human waiters from the Bistro were piling emptied glassware onto the little flat-topped robots that scooted back to the restaurant in Athens.
Gaeta had not yet left the party. He was strolling slowly with Cardenas along the edge of the lake. Urbain saw him bend down, pick up a pebble and hurl it into the water. Ripples spread on the still surface, circles within circles. How like a little boy, Urbain thought. There must be much of the adventurous little boy in him still.
“Are you going to ask him?” His wife’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, but yet it made Urbain’s insides jump.
He nodded nervously. “Yes. I must.”
“Then now is the moment,” Jeanmarie said.
“Yes,” he repeated. “I know.”
He took his wife’s outstretched hand and together they walked down the grassy slope to the water’s edge.
Cardenas noticed them approaching. Smiling, she said, “A lovely party, Eduoard. Jeanmarie, you must be proud of your husband.”
“I am,” said Jeanmarie. “He is a man of many accomplishments.”
Gaeta grinned lazily at them. “This was better than that New Year’s Eve bash.”
Urbain felt his cheeks grow warm. “Thank you. Thank you.”
Cardenas glanced at her wristwatch. “Well, we’d better get some sleep. Tomorrow’s a working day.”
“Yes,” Urbain murmured while his mind raced, trying to find some opening, some way to get around to what he wanted to ask.
Jeanmarie understood. She asked Cardenas, “How is your work on the new antenna system going?”
“Very smoothly,” Cardenas replied. “I’ll be able to deliver the nanos to you by the end of the week, at most. Only a couple of final tests left to do.”
“They will be safe?” Jeanmarie asked.
“That’s what we’ll be testing for. The nanos are all programmed and capable of building a new antenna on the lander. Now we’re making certain they’ll switch themselves off and go inert once the task is finished.”
“Excellent,” Urbain said.
“I’m curious, though,” Cardenas went on. “How do you intend to get the package down to your lander?”
Urbain coughed slightly. “We know Alpha’s position. We have her under constant surveillance.”
Gaeta said, “So?”
Taking a deep breath, like a man about to plunge over a precipice, Urbain replied, “I need you to take the nanomachines to Alpha.”
For an instant neither Gaeta nor Cardenas replied. Urbain blinked once and felt his wife’s hand tensing in his.
Gaeta laughed. “Now you want me to go down to the surface? No shit.”
“No!” Cardenas snapped. “Manny’s not going anywhere. He’s retired.”
“But this is important,” Urbain said.
“Wait a minute,” Gaeta said, a lopsided smile stretching across his beat-up features. “When I first came here it was to go down there, to be the first man to set foot on Titan’s surface. And you refused. I thought you’d pop your cork!”