Jeffrey A. Carver Starstream 1 From A Changeling Star

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Ruskin frowned uncertainly. Daxter s smile disappeared. I m sorry to
say, we ve learned nothing concrete about your enemy, or its plan. I ve
tried to trace your friends Broder and Gorminski, but they seem to have
disappeared and yet there is no evidence of their having left Kantano s
World, at least not under those names.
Ruskin glanced at Tamika. I guess that s not a surprise.
I ve used some connections of my own, Daxter continued, as well as the
names Tamika gave me from the Omega group, and I haven t found anyone who
admits to knowing them.
People whom I have reason to trust, however, tell me that the Omega
group is quite loosely organized and that infiltration by agents of one or
another government would not be difficult.
The question then is which government.
That s where we started, isn t it? Ruskin said.
A sardonic smile flashed across Daxter s face. So sue me. I ve been trying
to evaluate the possible motives of either the Auricle Alliance or the
Tandesko Triune, and I find them equally probable, and equally impenetrable.
Neither would be averse to using questionable methods in pursuit of gain; but
I cannot for the life of me guess at a specific motive for this. The planetary
government seems less likely. Nongovernmental groups are also lesser
suspects. For example, the Querayn Academies have the technical capability,
but
The Querayn? Ruskin interrupted, with a sharp glance at Ali Maksam.
They re a scholarly society, aren t they? Philosophers and forgive me,
Max ivory tower researchers?
Aren t they pretty isolationist?
Quite so though perhaps not quite so much as they once appeared.
They do have the capability, I judge. But Ali Maksam here has
academic connections with them, and it seems unlikely that he would not
have gotten wind of some such extremist movement. Ali Maksam?
The Logothian tilted his head, studying the two before answering.
His eyes were barely visible behind his visor. It is true, I share certain
interests in consciousness research with the
Querayn. But whether I would have heard? Who can say? Still, I
think it unlikely that they would have initiated such a thing.
So where does that leave us? Ruskin asked impatiently.
The Daxter image scratched its head. Well, this supernova business
certainly puts everything in a new light. That suggests either the
Triune or the Alliance, since they could muster the resources to do
something with a supernova. But and he spread his palms I
cannot guess what. I still surmise that the only way to find out is to let it
all unfold and hope for the best. He shrugged. Trust to Dax, and hope
that among you, you can handle whatever you find.
Ruskin sensed that there was more. And ?
For a moment, Daxter seemed to gaze past him. And & well, there
is one other thing.
Willard, it seems that your problem is not entirely connected with the
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s.
Ruskin narrowed his gaze. What do you mean?
Daxter s eyes shifted to meet his. Something in you doesn t want to
reach certain memories. That s Dax s opinion. And mine. You may be
unconsciously sabotaging your own recovery. You mentioned it yourself:
you wondered whether you might have damaged your own data files, during
a blackout period.
Tamika moved closer to him, frowning. Ruskin said nothing.
Dax thinks that that is a possibility. Something in you is resisting. But as
he told you, he is no psychiatrist. For that matter, neither am I.
Yeah.
Well Daxter s image stroked his chin. His eyes twinkled. I have
provided you with some assistance along those lines. I hope they will be
helpful.
What s that supposed to mean?
Daxter smiled. His image was beginning to grow transparent. If I tell
you too much, the expectation might subvert the process. I think it ll be
better if you learn about it as it happens.
But I ll say this: Look for friends in unlikely places. You might be surprised
what you find. And now, since you ve expressed urgency about leaving His
image became pale. His eyes were closing.
Wait a minute, you can t just
Daxter s eyes fluttered open. What? Oh, sorry. Terribly rude of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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