“Cheers.”
“Cheers.” Louise took a sip. “How did you meet him?”
“Charlie? Oh, Daddy’s done business with him for simply decades. We’re not as rich as him, of course. Who is? But I’ve got
the right pedigree, darling. Not to mention the body.” She swizzled her stick round the glass, her smile taunting. Louise
smiled right back.
“It’s a class thing,” Divinia went on. “You don’t qualify for entry in this particular magic circle without a bankload of
money, and even that’s not enough by itself. Outlook counts almost as much. You need the arrogance and contempt for the ordinary
so that the whole notion of B7 doesn’t shock you. I’ve got that in bucketfuls, too. I was brought up utterly spoiled, tons
more money than brains. And I’ve got plenty of brains, too, the best neurones money can sequence. That’s what saved me from
the vacuous life of a trust fund babe. I’m too smart for it.”
“So what do you do?”
“At the moment, nothing at all, darling; I’m just here because I’m good company for Charlie. It means I can have fun, and
lots of it. Plenty of sex, party with Charlie and Co., have some more sex, access stims, sex again, hit the London clubs,
sex, do mountains of gratuitous shopping, sex, see shows and gigs, sex, tour the Halo—freefall sex! That’s where I am in life
right now, and I’m doing it to the max. Like I said, everything sags badly and sadly as you get older, so enjoy youth while
you’ve got it. That’s the way I turned out, you see, I know myself very well indeed. I know there’s no point living life like
this for a hundred years solid. It’s a waste, a total, pitiful waste. I’ve seen the idle rich at sixty, they make me sick.
I’ve got money, and I’ve got brains, and I’ve got no scruples; that adds up to a hell of a lot of potential. So when I hit
thirty-five or forty, I strike out for myself. I don’t know what I’ll do yet: fly a starship to the core of the galaxy, build
a business empire that rivals the Kulu Corporation, start a culture more beautiful than Edenism. Who knows? But I’m going
to do it superbly.”
“I always wanted to travel,” Louise said. “Right back as far as I can remember.”
“Excellent.” Divinia knocked her glass to Louise’s with a loud
chink
. “See, you did it. You’ve seen more of the galaxy than I have. Congratulations, you’re one of us.”
“I had to leave home, the possessed were after me.”
“They were after everybody. But you were the one who escaped. That takes balls, especially for someone with your background.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t worry.” She stroked Louise’s long hair, directing the waving flexitives to slide it back gently over her shoulders.
“Somebody will find a solution. We’ll get Norfolk back for you, and blast Dexter’s mind into oblivion along with his soul.”
“Nice,” Louise purred. Sunlight and Pimms were making her deliciously drowsy. She held up her glass for a refill.
Of all the strange days since she’d waved goodbye to her father, this one was undoubtedly the most mentally liberating. Conversing
and mixing with Charlie’s friends and children left her faintly envious of them. They weren’t less moral than her, just different.
Fewer cares and hangups for a start. She wondered if true aristocracy meant having the gene for guilt removed. A nice life.
When the appallingly energetic swimmers finally tired, and the sun was edging down the side of the dome, Divinia insisted
on taking her for a massage, dismayed by the fact Louise had never had one before. A couple of the other girls joined them
in one of the house’s original stable blocks which had been converted to a sauna and health spa.
Lying face down on a bench with just a towel over her rump, Louise experienced the painful glory of the masseur’s hands pummelling
then kneading her muscles. Her shoulders became so loose she thought they’d fall off.
“Who are all the staff here?” she asked at one point. It was hard to believe that everyone in on the secret of B7 could be
kept quiet.
“They’re sequestrated,” Divinia said. “Criminals that got caught by GISD.”
“Oh.” Louise twisted to look at the burly woman who was digging stiff fingers into her calf muscles. She seemed completely
unperturbed by having her enslavement discussed openly. The idea bothered Louise, although it wasn’t that much different to
turning them into Ivets. Either way saw them sentenced to work for others. This method was just more severe. But then she
didn’t know how bad the original crime had been. Don’t think about it. It’s not as if I can change anything.
Divinia and the other girls gossiped their way through the massage, twittering and laughing over boys, parties, games. Though
it began to take on the tone of a farewell reminiscence, places they’d never visit again, friends left out of reach. They
talked as though Earth had already been lost.
Louise left the spa tingling everywhere, feeling thoroughly energized. Divinia walked with her back to the house to show her
the guest room she’d been given. It was on the first floor, overlooking the orchard. The oak-beamed ceiling was low, barely
a foot above Louise’s head, giving the room a snug atmosphere. A four-poster bed contributed generously to the theme, as did
the rich gold and claret fabrics used for its canopies and the curtains.
All Louise’s bags and cases were stacked neatly on the pine blanket box at the foot of the bed. Divinia spied them greedily
and started to go through the dresses. The long blue gown was taken out and admired, as were a number of others. None of them
were quite right, Divinia declared, but she had something which might just suit the evening.
It turned out to be a quite disgraceful little black cocktail dress that Louise balked at on first sight. Divinia spent a
full ten minutes coaxing her into it, outrageously flattering and encouraging. When it was on, Louise suffered a whole new
plague of misgivings; you needed supreme confidence to wear anything like this in front of other people.
Genevieve came in just before they were due to go downstairs. “Blimey, Louise,” she said, wide-eyed at the dress.
“I’m treating myself,” Louise told her. “It’s just for tonight.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
The admiration she received from Charlie and his friends when she emerged out onto the terrace was reward enough. Charlie
and the men wore dinner jackets, while the girls were all in cocktail dresses, some even more alluring than Louise’s borrowed
number.
Outside the dome, the sun had finally reached the horizon. Light spilled out symmetrically from the brilliant orange disk
to spread in waves along the crest of the verdant land. Charlie guided Louise over to the end of the terrace so they could
watch it. He handed her a slim crystal flute.
“A champagne sunset shared with a beautiful girl. Not a bad last memory of the old planet, if somewhat laboured. How very
considerate of the weather to stay clear for us. Its first favour in five centuries.”
Louise sipped her champagne as she admired the clean elegance of the shimmering orange star. She could remember the air as
clear as this above Bytham, how it had been infiltrated by insidious wisps of red cloud. Her last memory of home.
“It’s lovely,” she told him.
She sat next to Charlie for dinner. Inevitably, it was a sumptuous affair; the food exquisite, the wine over a century old.
She remembered being enthralled by the topics of conversation, and laughing at stories of mistakes and social catastrophes
that could only ever happen to an elite such as this. Even though they knew they would have to abandon their world within
days, they had an assurance like no other. After an age exposed to depression and anxiety it was a wonderful to experience
such unabashed optimism.
Charlie, of course, made her laugh most of the time. She knew why, and no longer cared. Her clever, persistent seduction,
and the effort he put into it, gave her a strong sense of belonging. It was classically played, and hauntingly refined. For
a planetary oppressor, he was terribly charming.
He even helped Divinia guide her upstairs at the end of the evening. Not that she was drunk and needed help, she just didn’t
want to spoil the mood by putting that nasty little detox program into primary mode. Their hands let go of her just outside
her door, alowing her to lean against the frame, happy at the support it offered.
“My bedroom is just down there,” Charlie murmured. His lips kissed Louise gently on her brow. “If you want to.” He put his
arm round Divinia, and they moved off down the landing.
Louise closed her eyes, pressing her lips together. She rolled against the wall to face her own bedroom door, and stumbled
inside.
Her breathing still wasn’t under control, and her skin was flushed. She pushed the door shut firmly behind her. A white silk
negligee had been laid out on the bed, it made the little black dress demure by comparison.
Oh sweet Jesus, now what the hell do I do?
She picked up the negligee.
It’s not as if anybody here will think less of me for having sex with them. The fact that it was even an option actually made
her smile in amazement. There was no order in the universe any more, nothing familiar.
So do I, or don’t I? The only guilt I’ll carry is what I manufacture for myself. And that’s the product of heritage. So for
all my bravado, just how independent from Norfolk have I become?
She stood in front of the mirror. Her hair was unbound, the flexitives inert, turning it back into a dark unruly cloak. The
negligee clung to her body, showing it off provocatively. Just how aroused she’d become was blatantly obvious. A sultry grin
was widening on her face as she acknowledged how sexually formidable she looked.
Joshua had always adored her naked body, almost delirious with praise as she gave herself up to him. Which was the answer,
really.
______
Louise was woken by Genevieve bouncing onto her bed, and shaking her enthusiastically. Her head rose up, face curtained by
wild hair. She had a headache and a revoltingly dry mouth.
For future reference, put the detox program into primary mode
before
you fall asleep. Please!
“What?” she croaked.
“Oh come on, Louise, I’ve been up simply hours.”
“Oh God.” Sluggish thoughts designated too-bright neuroiconic symbols, and her neural nanonics datavised a string of instructions
to her medical package. It began to adjust her blood chemistry, filtering out the residue of toxicants. “I need the loo,”
she mumbled.
“When did you get that nightie?” Gen shouted after her as she tottered towards the en suite bathroom. Fortunately there was
a big towelling robe hanging up on the inside of the door. She was able to cover up the first-night-of-the-honey-moon garment
before she went back to confront Gen. Her head was a lot clearer thanks to the package’s ministrations, though her body hadn’t
caught up yet.
“Divinia loaned it to me,” she said quickly, forestalling any more questions.
Gen’s smile was wretchedly smug; she fell back on the bed, hands behind her head. “You’ve got a hangover, haven’t you?”
“Devil child.”
The breakfast room had a long table of big silver warmers containing a considerable variety of food. Louise went along lifting
up each lid. She didn’t recognize half of the items. In the end she settled for her usual of corn chips followed by scrambled
eggs. One of the maids fetched her a pot of fresh tea.
Divinia and Charlie arrived just after Louise started to eat. He gave Louise a modest little smile, conveying a tinge of regret.
That was the only reference ever made to the invitation.
He ruffled Genevieve’s hair as he sat with them, earning himself a disapproving look.
“So when do we leave?” Louise asked.
“I’m not sure,” Charlie said. “I’m keeping an eye on developments. New York and London are the critical places to watch right
now. It looks like New York is going to fall within a week. The inhabitants can only keep resisting the possessed for so long.
And they’re losing ground.”
“What’ll happen if the possessed take over?”
“That’s when life becomes really unpleasant. I’m afraid our dear president has woken up to what that many possessed are capable
of. He’s scared they’ll try to take the Earth out of this universe. That gives him two options. He can fire the SD electron
beams in a circle around the arcology, and hope they’ll do a Ketton and just take themselves and a big chunk of landscape
out of here. If not, it’s a very stark choice; we either go with them, or the SD weapons are focused on the arcology itself.”
“Kill them?” Gen asked in fright.
“I’m afraid so.”
“Will he really do that? A whole arcology.”
“I doubt he has the courage to make that kind of decision. He’ll consult the senate in an attempt to get them to take the
blame, but they’ll just give him the authority and pass the buck right back at him without committing themselves. If he does
give the order to hit the arcology, then obviously B7 will stop the SD network from actually firing. I’m of the opinion we
should let the possessed remove Earth. It’s a cold equation, but that outcome causes the least harm in the long term. One
day we’ll learn how to bring it back.”
“You really think that’s possible?” Louise asked.
“If a planet can be moved out of the universe, it can be returned. Don’t ask me for a timetable.”
“So what about London?”
“That’s more difficult. As I told my colleagues, if Dexter gains control of enough possessed he’ll be able to dictate his
own agenda to everyone, possessed and non-possessed alike. If that becomes the case, we might have to use the SD weapons to
kill the possessed he commands to take that power away from him.”
Louise lost all interest in her food. “How many people?”
“SD weapons have a large target footprint. There’s going to be a lot of innocent bystanders caught. An awful lot,” he said
significantly. “There are thousands of possessed that have to be targeted.”
“You can’t. Charlie, you can’t.”
“I know. B7 is actually considering if we should actively help the New York possessed to take over that arcology. If they
do so before Quinn expands his power base, then Earth will be taken out of this universe before he can menace it.”