"You mean you've never taken out an appendix? What do they teach you in medical school these days?"
"That if you get the theory right, the fingers will follow. We're too intellectual to get our hands dirty." He laughed again, and Cirocco could feel the thin walls of her room shaking.
"I wish 1 knew when he was serious, " Gaby said.
"You want serious?" Calvin asked. "Here's something you might never have thought of. Elective surgery. You folks have one of the best surgeons around-" He paused to allow the rude noises to die away. "One of the best surgeons there is. Does any- one take advantage of it? Not hardly. A nose job, now that's going to cost you seven, eight thousand back home. Here you got it on the Blue Cross."
Cirocco drew herself up and gave him an icy glare. "You couldn't he talking about me, could you?"
Calvin held out a thumb and sighted along it to Cirocco's face, squinting. "Of course, there's other types of elective surgery. I'm pretty good at all of them. It was my hobby." He moved his thumb lower. Cirocco aimed a kick at him and he ducked out the door.
She was smiling when she sat down. Gaby was still there, the picture tucked under her arm. She perched on the tiny folding stool beside the cot.
Cirocco raised one eyebrow.
"Was there something else?"
Gaby looked away. She opened her mouth to say something, didn't manage to make a sound, then slapped her bare thigh with her palm.
"No, I guess there wasn't." She started to get up, but didn't. Cirocco looked at her thoughtfully, then reached up and
turned the television sound off. "Does that help any?"
Gaby shrugged. "Maybe. I would have asked you to turn it off anyway, if I could ever have started talking. I guess I figure it's none of my business."
"But you felt you ought to say something." Cirocco waited. "Yeah, okay. It's your business how you run this ship. I want you to know I realize that."
"Go on. I can take criticism."
"You've been sleeping with Bill."
Cirocco laughed quietly. " I don't ever sleep with him. The bed's too small. But I get the idea."
Cirocco had hoped to put Gaby, at case, but apparently it hadn't worked. Gaby stood and paced slowly, even though she could only go four steps before she reached the wall.
"Captain, sex is no big thing to me." She shrugged. "I don't hate sex, but I'm not all that crazy about it, either. If I don't have sex for a day or a year, I don't even notice it. But most people aren't like that. Especially men."
"I'm not like that, either."
"I know. That's why I wondered how you.... just what your feelings are toward Bill."
it was Cirocco's turn to pace. It was even less satisfactory to her, since she was bigger than Gaby and could only take three steps.
"Gaby, human interactions in confined environments is a well-researched field. They've tried all-male ships. Even all- female once. They've tried it with all-married crews, and with all singles. They've had rules forbidding sex, and they've had no rules at all. None of them worked well People will get on each other's nerves, and they're going to have sex. That's why I don't tell anybody what to do in private."
"I'm not trying to say that you -"
"Just a minute. I said all that so you'd know I'm not unaware of potential problems. I should bear about specific ones."
She waited.
"It's Gene," Gaby said. "I've been making it with both Gene and Calvin. Like 1 say, it's no big thing for me. I know Calvin's got this thing for me. I'm used to that. At home, Id just cool him off. Here, I fuck with him to keep him happy. It makes very little difference to me either way.
"But I'm fucking Gene because he.... he has this.... this pressure. You know?" She had bailed her hands into fists. Now she opened them and looked to Cirocco for understanding.
"I've had some experience with it, yes." Cirocco kept her voice even.
"All right, he doesn't satisfy you. He told me that. It bothered him. That kind of intensity scares me, maybe because I don't understand it. I've been seeing him to try to ease his tension."
Cirocco pursed her lips.
"Let me get this straight. Are you asking me to take him off your hands?"
"No, no, I'm not asking you anything. I told you, I'm just making you aware of the problem, if you weren't already. What you do about it is up to you."
Cirocco nodded. "All right. I'm glad you told me. But he's going to have to live with this. He's stable, well-adjusted, a bit of a dominating personality, but he's got it well under control or he wouldn't he here."
Gaby nodded. "Whatever you think best."
"One more thing. It's no part of your duty to keep anyone fully satisfied. Any burden you feel in that direction is self- assumed."
"I understand that."
"Just so you do. I'd hate to think you thought I expected it of you. Or that you expected it of me." She searched the other woman's eyes until Gaby looked away, then reached over and patted her knee.
"Besides, it'll take care of itself. We're all going to be too busy to think much about screwing."
CHAPTER THREE
From a ballistic standpoint, Themis was a nightmare.
No one had ever tried to orbit a toroidal body. Themis was 1300 kilometers across and only 250 kilometers wide. The torus was flat along the outside, and 175 kilometers from top to bottom. The density of the torus varied radically, supporting the view that it was composed of a thick floor along the outside, an atmosphere about that, and a thin canopy arching overhead holding the air inside.
Then there were the six spokes, 420 kiloineters tall. They were elliptical in cross-section, with major and minor axes of .100 kilometers and 50 kilemeters, respectively, except near the base where they flared out to join the torus. in the center was the hub, more massive than the spokes, 160 kilometers in diameter, with a 100-kilometer hole in the center.
Trying to cope with a body like that was tantamount to a nervous breakdown for the ship's computer, and for Bill, who had to make a model the computer would believe in.
The easiest orbit would have been in the equatorial plane of Saturn, enabling them to use the velocity they already had. But that was not possible. Themis was oriented with its axis of rotation parallel to the equatorial plane. Since the axis passed
through the hole at the center of Themis, any Saturn-equatorial orbit Cirocco might assume would have Ringmaster passing through areas of wildly fluctuating gravitational attraction.
The only viable possibility was an orbit in the equatorial plane of Themis. Such an orbit would be expensive in terms of angular momentum. it had the single advantage of being stable, once achieved.
The maneuvering began before they reached Saturn. During the last day of approach their course was re-calculated. Cirocco and Bill relied on Earth-based computers and navigational aids as far away as Mars and Jupiter. They lived in CONMOD and watched Saturn grow larger in the aft television screens.
Then the long burn was initiated.
During a lull in her work, Cirocco turned on the camera in SCIMOD. Gaby looked up with a harried expression.
"Rocky, can't you do something about that vibration?" "Gaby, the engine function is, as they say, nominal. They're just going to shake, that's all."
"Best observing time of the whole fucking trip," Gaby muttered. In the seat next to Cirocco, Bill laughed.
"Five minutes, Gaby," he said. "And I really think we ought to let them burn as long as we planned. It would work out so much nicer that way."
The engines shut down on the tick and they watched for final confirmation that they were where they wanted to be.
"This is Ringmaster; C. bones commanding. We have arrived in Saturn orbit at 1341.453 hours, Universal Time. I'll send up the prelims for a correcting burn when we come out from behind. Meanwhile, I'm going off this channel."
She slapped the appropriate switch.
"Anybody who wants to take a look outside, this is going to be your only chance."
It was tight, but August and April and Gene and Calvin man- aged to squeeze into the cramped room. After checking with Gaby, Cirocco turned the ship ninety degrees.
Saturn was a dark gray hole, seventeen degrees wide, covering 1000 times the area of the moon as seen from Earth. The rings were an incredible forty degrees from side to side.