奧斯丁站

  柯士甸站

一個故事，新的開始 ...。

由卡林林奎斯特

第一章

Sareena，而不是集中在她的微積分作業喜歡她的意思做，發現自己凝視了巨大的窗口排隊的小咖啡館。 此時的天，在此結束的車站，她能夠得到一個非常驚人的觀點，地球，行星她never in life她踏上on。 這就是為什麼她來這裡每天在同一時間吃午餐，她研究她的數學。 但今天，似乎，她無法集中精力於上述這兩個。 她只是坐在那裡盯著窗外。 多麼美麗的世界看今天！ 她希望她能訪問它，不知何故，但她從來沒有在她的生活負擔不起那裡旅行。 相反，她接受柯士甸站作為她回家。 她與該內容不夠。

她一眼就離開她的速度不夠快抓住豆腐漢堡，並開始進食。 她壓制在第一咬和吐回她的盤子上。 這足以殺死的心情。 她推盤很快離開她，抓住她的書和背包，為首出古雅的小咖啡館。 她回頭望了一眼瞬間看到一個機器人立即處置的混亂她的。

這是一個 20分鐘的步行回家，通過廣泛的走廊擠滿了人。 人行道上似乎正在慢慢地讓她在輕快步行去他們旁邊。 這是一種簡單的方法避免了人群。 她需要她的工作而已。 由於她是走向中心，車站，下發言 4，地球是她回來，她可以不把它當她走。

柯士甸站有一個非常簡單的設計，八輻條，從中心延伸，並連接外部車輪。 第九講延長至該中心在一個垂直的角度對其他8個。 最後，有一個大旋鈕，這看起來像一個巨大的香蒲。 旋鈕設人工重力系統為整個車站。 由於 Sareena繼續向著中心，靠近第九發言，她能感覺到她的體重不斷增加。 她現在可能重四十磅，當 3分鐘前，她只在咖啡廳重達 30。

相對於其他，更新，在軌道站附近homeworld，奧斯汀是一個較小的。 建成了近100年前，它坐落少於 50000人。 Sareena，但是，並沒有把它看作是在所有小。 她還沒有探索每一個走廊，商店，或咖啡，但她從來沒有離開車站，甚至訪問別人。 這是她的家，而她也希望她能看到其他地方，她沒有打算離開。 這是太昂貴了。

她轉過身對她的最後一個彎道回家的路上。 她停在她的門口。 該系統認 -69快樂，因為它插進她的指紋掃描。 門打開一滑幾乎聽不見的嗡嗡聲。 步進內，首先看到的是Sareena陌生的女人站在廚房裡。 這並不奇怪她。 她的父親經常帶回家奇怪的婦女。 她身材高大，金發碧眼，胸部沉重。 女子的確切類型 Sareena期望從她的父親。

“你好，”女人說。 “我假設你必須 Sareena，對嗎？”

“那是我，是的，”回答Sareena。 “你是莎拉對不對？”

該女子一臉疑惑。 “什麼？ 我是卡洛。 沒有你父親告訴你我呢？“

“他從來不提任何卡羅爾給我。”

“他不呢？”

“不。”

“那麼，誰的莎拉。”

Sareena暫停。 我應該告訴她嗎？，她不知道。 爸爸可能會很生氣。 但他從來沒有提到過任何有關她的任何人卡羅爾。 她沒有義務幫他保守秘密。 Sareena說：“她的這個女孩他已經看到在過去的幾個星期。”

卡羅爾盯著她。 “就像一個女朋友？”

“這就是他一直告訴我。”

“我明白了。”

Sareena看著窒息娛樂為卡羅爾在房間裡看了看，好像她剛剛甦醒在一個地方，她從來沒有見過。 “我想我最好還是離開了，”卡羅爾說。

“好吧，很高興見到你，”Sareena說開朗，幾乎嘲笑的聲音。 “我的爸爸在這裡，順便說一句？”

“不，不。 他不在這裡。 我不知道他在哪裡。“有了這樣的，卡羅爾很快離開了公寓，似乎有什麼看起來像一個茫然的臉上。

Sareena笑了，她輕輕地對自己進行她的書袋，她的房間，摔它在床上。 “音樂”，她命令，並立即開始了家用電腦隨機選擇的組合發揮了她的預編程的最喜愛的音樂。 “卷下三”，並相應地降低了聲音。 “我要學”，她喃喃地自言自語。

她把她的微積分書從她的袋子，通過網頁翻轉她一直試圖讀取前她離開咖啡廳。 她發現這一點更容易集中在她的工作，在這裡那裡有沒有窗戶，以轉移她的注意力。 但是，她仍然無法做出任何意義的問題。 她嘗試了近一個半小時，但最後，放棄了，接著其他功課。

45分鐘後，她所做的一切，但她的積分。 她不想再回到一遍，所以她只是坐在那裡聽她的音樂，最後睡著了。

她被驚醒了她的父親，因為他闖入她的房間。

他不是一個大的威脅，也不看數字。 他對 42，並開始禿頭。 他是一個人的簡稱，他的年齡，但仍然有幾英寸以上Sareena。

“你說什麼來卡羅爾今天？”他問她。

“什麼？ 什麼是你說什麼？“Sareena問快。

“你知道我的意思。 你有一個小聊天卡羅爾。 你怎麼告訴她？“

“我跟她談不到兩分鐘。”

“那你對她說？ 你說了一些關於我和莎拉，不是嗎？“

“是啊，真的嗎？”Sareena回答。

“你告訴她，她是我的女朋友。”

“是啊。”

他停頓了一下，盯著她，看困惑。 “你為什麼會這樣說呢？”

“這是真的，是不是？”Sareena說。 “你告訴我你的一天。”

“餵，你有什麼權利去公佈給大家？”

“她問我誰是薩拉。 什麼是我應該說什麼？“

他嘆了口氣，並憤怒地瞪著她看，她瞪著回來。 “音樂，”他說。

該音樂播放已經在整個談話繼續進行。

“音樂了！”他喊道。

該音樂繼續。

“電腦，暫停音樂，”Sareena說，聲音相應停止。 “你必須自己來解決它的時候還有一個人在房間裡。 你真的要知道，現在。“

他看著她，氣憤地說。 “閉嘴，”他說。

她輕輕笑了起來，舉起了他的眉毛，並指出在門口。 “滾出去，”她說，嘲笑他的聲音。

他把一個具有威脅性的一步走向她。 “你不告訴我怎麼做我自己的家。”

她聳了聳肩在嘲笑道歉方式。

“你有任何想法多少麻煩你使我今天？”他半喊道。 “現在卡羅爾說，她從來不希望看到我了。”

“是啊，嗯，我覺得這是你的錯比它更是我的。”

而這時候她的父親上前打Sareena，硬，整個臉。

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“喲，彼得曼，我們購買了第一批照片，地球。”

斯坦利彼得曼，稍微從突兀的聲音嚇了一跳，抬起頭，在他的掌上電腦鍵盤，他已經讀出。 Estian，一男子在他的短中期至20年代末，維修工作在較低的三甲板船，經受住了赤柱，瘋狂笑著，顯然真正令人興奮的事件。

“他們中了嗎？”斯坦問快。

“還沒有”，回答Estian“，但他們進來，在大約 10分鐘。 你下來，看看時間，其餘的人呢？“

“是的，相信我會的。 我不想錯過的興奮。“

“我們走吧。”

兩人到了一起，輕快地走在長長的走廊下的航天器。 會議大廳甲板四是他們的目的地。

銀河四是有史以來建造的最大的星際工藝，近600公里的長度。 它2006年的甲板，四食堂，幾個一般性會議區，50或60浴室，半打大規模“公園”或“花園”，完成草地和樹木，水果和花卉，而且什麼都可以找到希望一個真正的公園在地球上。 有沒有窗戶的船。 百分之九十九的時間花在了船員裡面是當船行駛在光的速度，也絕對沒有看到在光的速度。 儘管它的規模大，對船舶進行的唯一的43人，使得它的大廳比較貧瘠和寂寞大部分時間，但它給 each person一個偉大交易的可用空間，應該是很容易someone是單獨當 they通緝到。 它一直在執行這 43人7年了。

花了兩個約五分鐘到達會場。 當他們到了那裡，斯坦利注意到，巨人的viewscreen已經豎立在盡頭。 他掃視了房間。 乍一看，它似乎他好像是在出席全船，甚至連隊長。 他環顧四周，尋找失踪的面孔，但每個人都在這裡。 經過 7年的支出與同一小群人，你要學會識別它們都一目了然，並可以隨時知道確切的失踪人數在總。

這當然不是一個必需的會議。 這些照片可以很容易被視為任何其他部分的船舶，但顯然每個人都希望看到其他人的反應，首先看到的東西，他們沒有看到超過一半的10年。

每個人都在談論一次。 他的注意力轉向斯坦利來回從幾個不同的談話他聽，他坐在座位旁邊的一個無人居住的Estian。 他們都談到，在這種或那種形式，對他們即將看到或這是對他們的航程現在即將曲終人散。

“這是偉大的，是不是？”Estian說，作為他的手激動地抽動在他的腿上。 “這一切都將是在數天以上。 我來說，我也開心。 沒有違法，但我越來越漂亮該死的討厭你的人。“

赤柱，更感興趣的事件比與 Estian交談，只是喃喃自語，聽不清楚，並提出在盯著前面的viewscreen。

“那麼，你首先要做的事，當我們回到地球，”Estian問。

斯坦看著年輕人。 他想到了這個問題。 “我不知道，”他說。 “也許去游泳。”

“你知道我該怎麼辦？ 我想去上山和去雪登機。 這樣做可能會錯過了什麼我此行最。“

“咦，”斯坦說，再次對前凝視了房間。

“嘿彼得曼？”

他看著 Estian。 這個男孩有嚴重的看他的臉。 他們盯著對方幾秒鐘，直到Estian讓什麼很明顯是一個完全人為的抽泣。 “我會想念你的人，”他的臉，他埋葬在赤柱的肩膀。 經過幾秒鐘長的發光大聲，假哭了，他拉離斯坦，笑他，咯咯地笑瘋狂。 “覺得如何？ 好？ 難道我騙你？“

斯坦利搖搖頭，惱火。

“噢，地獄。 真的，你沒有，？“，但他被切斷的隊長站起來在前面的人群，開始發言。

“女士們，先生們，”他說。 “正如你們所知，我們將要接收的第一家世界的圖片。 他們應該來了就它的顯示屏在另一對夫婦分鐘。 讓我們打開它，現在，“-屏幕閃爍並充滿了數組耀眼的，旋轉的色彩，”然後等待，直到我們看到的東西。“船長，看似正常和平靜，坐在前排，面對巨大的屏幕上，籠罩頭上。

人群陷入了沉默的看法改變了，在飛旋的顏色從一個明確的看法平原星星。 有數以百計的明星可以看出，整個黑暗的點綴的顯示屏。 他們都是慢慢走向的邊緣，並取代了該中心的東西表現為一個空白點。 還有它是，在中心的位置。 這是小，根本無法分辨出什麼，但它的整體形狀，但它的增長。 低雜音走到人群中，但死亡，因為經濟增長較大的行星，大到足以辨認出顏色，海洋，大陸。 幾分鐘後過去了，地球是大到足以填滿整個屏幕。 據認為，有人開始停止放大英寸鼓掌，然後數。 有歡呼，緩慢開始上升從人民群眾坐在房間裡。 它繼續上升，慢慢地，直到所有在場的人對他們的腳，尖叫與歡樂。 斯坦利環視了一下房間，看到一些實際淚水的臉上露出他的同伴。

這是他所看到的東西上百次，因為他們的出發七年前。 很多時候，他已經到計算機數據庫和檢索圖片地球現在盯著他，但那些遭到了娛樂，人工，照片。 這就是生活。 這是真正的世界，他從哪裡來。 這是他在那裡回家。 這些老照片，他從來沒有這樣的影響。

聲音終於開始平息，當它沒有，船長，再次站了起來，站在一邊的顯示屏，並發表了講話。 “好吧，伙計，”他說，洪亮的，大家聽到的。 “我有一些進展報告：我們已開始減速。 我們現在正行駛在略小於光速。 到明天中午，我們將會在這個比率的一半。 我們現在不到48小時我們的目的地。 如果你想知道，我們將在一個狹小的空間對接站軌道圍繞地球。 你可以看看它。 它叫奧斯汀。“

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當他站著，看著他的臉在鏡子裡，泰森不禁感到可怕的痛苦在他的肚子。 起初他還以為這只是引起了他的極端宿醉持久，但沒有，這種痛苦是不是可以提出一個簡單的物理上的疾病。 差得遠了。 這是痛苦的內疚。 這是痛苦的水平不能達到，但一旦在一一生。 這是當你感到痛苦你意識到你已人的生命。

他看著自己，他佈滿血絲的眼睛，他的臉通紅。 這些事件的前一天晚上趕回來。 他想起了一切。 他希望，他不能。

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他出去喝酒在市中心體育酒吧與幾個他的朋友昨晚。 曾有飲酒比賽，他們之間的4。 他們打小遊戲等，與酒保交談，試圖拿起婦女。 他們有興趣成為一個保齡球遊戲，在玩上一小部分電視機周圍的酒吧。 他們把小賭注的球員。 泰森是他們之間最重的酒徒，但主要是由於這一事實，其他人都必須去工作到第二天早晨。 他的朋友早日起飛和泰森是留給自己和他喝酒。 他呆了一對夫婦多小時，喝酒越來越多，擊中坐在他身邊的女士們，普遍享受自己。 在他被槍殺了良好的二十倍，並收到了很大的威脅一些婦女的男朋友，他成為沮喪，並且獲得了越來越多的聲音，有時甚至使用暴力。 酒保最後踢他出的建立，一個剛過三在上午。

天上下著滂沱大雨現在，當泰森試圖讓幾個時刻，他的鎖車門打開。 最後，他考上，就全身濕透，坐下來，並告訴他的一輛車回家。 當汽車沒有回應，泰森又花了兩分鐘，記住他不得不先打開它。 他這樣做了，說：“帶我到2141東台。 這是南部在這裡。“

這款車緩緩駛出停車空間，進入街道，並開始採取泰森回家正好是每小時 60公里。 “你可以去地獄的1比這快得多。 有沒有人在路上。“

“這條公路上的速度極限是60公里，”車用電腦的聲音回答。 “這就是我們目前的速度。”

“我不在乎我們的速度！ 讓我們行動吧！“

泰森看著速度表的數字就從 60至61，62，63，最後停在65。

“更快！”泰森喊道。

“這條公路上的速度極限是60公里。 我們目前的速度是65。“

“我想去1 - 100和10。 增長速度為 110。“

“這將是一個不安全的速度。 我們建議增加至70公里。“

“啊，地獄，”他對自己說。 “他媽的這胡扯。 釋放控制，Autodrive。“

賽車立刻做出回應。 彈出一個方向盤從儀表板，出現了兩個小兜售從地板，賽車突然轉向左側，向迎面而來的車輛。 泰森在瘋狂地搶奪方向盤，並猛烈搖擺它回到正確的。 他覺得作為一個顛簸的汽車撞向路邊，並反彈到街上。 他繼續開車，氣體兜售在地上，編織來回兩車道的交通。

偶爾，他會見了迎面而來的車輛，但在他們的汽車駕駛儀熟練地避開他。 很多時候，他們需要轉彎的道路完全關閉，但他們從來沒有差點撞到他。 在他自己的車線的交通同樣避免了他，他輕鬆地通過了所有這些，他加快了高速公路沿線大大超過120公里每小時。 這是一個相當有趣的經驗一段時間。 他實際上並沒有駕駛汽車在許多個月。

但他的樂趣很快結束，當他看到一個年輕婦女步入街頭，一個好的方法，他的車前。 她還年輕，也許 02年。 短，金發碧眼。 她拿著一個小錢包在她的左手。

泰森的反應了幾秒鐘。 他猛烈抨擊了他的腳在剎車，賽車立即開始剎車。 事情變得模糊，當車在他的瘋狂紡線。 他抓了第二個快速一瞥女子。 她是他唯一能清楚看到。 他瘋狂地試圖把汽車受到控制，但只成功地使事情更糟。

他再次見到她，出了駕駛員側的窗口。 這一次更接近。 然後，她在那裡，她的臉在窗上。 他聽到了一聲轟然巨響，她連他的車。 他看著她。 她藍色的眼睛，似乎回看他。 她的長金發，有色稍微血紅色，四周壓她的頭和自己對他的窗口。 她面對的最完美形成他所見過的。 清除膚色，兩個獨立的，很適合眉毛，豐滿的嘴唇只需一個暗示的粉紅色口紅。 一個美麗的面孔。 她可能是一個模型，是唯一以為他。

然後回到車上旋轉到左邊，並圍繞定位是直線，符合道路。 她愛上了，並立即背面左側部分的汽車突然節節上漲。

這款車最終滑向一停，側向定位，整個中心的公路。 他回頭一看，她在那裡，一動不動躺在在中間的道路很遠回來，他看著血跡在左側窗口和左側的擋風玻璃。 硬雨已經開始沖走。

他從未考慮過要回來。 他只是告訴南車送他，某處。 他想回家，但根本無法讓自己告訴車停下來。 他接著通過晚上，直到第二天中午時，他停下來，得到了在一家小旅館的房間在加利福尼亞州北部某處。 他睡著後，立即得到了床後，未能獲得睡在車裡。 他睡7小時，醒來時只有10分鐘前。

* * *

他盯著自己幾秒鐘，然後轉身到廁所吐。 是時候離開。 他需要去其他地方。 他不知道還要他來，但昨晚但是到目前為止它是，它不是遠遠不夠的。 他需要離開該國。 也許墨西哥。

他走出了浴室，進入的主要領域，他的旅館房間。 他發現他的銀行在他的上衣口袋裡的終端和檢查它看到他目前的資金。 他有幾千美元，他的名字，但它的形式是電子貨幣。 貨幣可以追查。 他將停在銀行取款機和交換現金，並將它必須做的很快，在警察找到了他是誰，把一對他的銀行終端示踪劑。 希望他們沒有這樣做呢。

另一個是他會做的就是找到一個電腦黑客誰可以進入數據庫了汽車，清除所有痕跡，並在那裡發生了什麼事，他一直是，但在那之前，他必須小心，始終驅動下的極限，並希望他沒能攔下來。

望著窗外，他驚訝地看到，它已經開始變得黑暗。 幸運的是，他沒有看到警車，他認出了他自己的車停在遠處的地段。 仍然感覺十分之生病，他收集他的東西，去了檢查。

泰森花了約 15分鐘車之前，他在鎮附近發現了一個銀行取款機。 他停了車穿過街道，坐到了幾秒，擔心會發生什麼時，他把他的終端插入插槽在機器中。 他可以看到在他心目中，數十名警察爆破從無到有，警笛呼嘯聲中，他猛撲過來，他試圖讓他畢生的積蓄。 他拼命試圖迫使視力從他的頭腦，但發現他不能。

再過幾分鐘，他收集他的意志，無視思想貫穿了主意，打開門，穿過街道。 他檢查他的左，右，以確保沒有人在看他，他才迅速地插入到他的終端側的插槽的機器。 他敦促他的手緊緊地握在一起，試圖壓制的震動。

“我要收回我所有的錢，”他趕緊說，只要小電腦屏幕提示他進入他的指揮。 “在現金。 50多歲。“

他預期警報，告訴他，他的東西被逮捕。 他預計至少要告訴他不能收回他的錢。 但是，沒有，沒有這樣的。 他的心躍上喜悅的小托盤底部的機器開放，脆，新，50元鈔票開始澆築出一個整潔的小堆。 他緊張地等待著，直到它被完成，抓住了兩樁手，並成功地把它的東西他的外套口袋裡。

持有一疊錢在他的口袋裡，用一隻手，他衝回，並在街對面上了車盡快他知道如何。 “去吧，現在，”他說。 “快點。 一直走在這條路上。“

他繼續南下，像他前一天晚上。 當汽車在高速公路沿線進行他在一百二十〇公里每小時，遠低於法定上限，他試圖去超過他的選擇。 有那麼多東西，他需要找到答案，但不能因為他需要進入電腦，給他的鑑定。 他需要找到一個警察報告，有事要告訴他如何調查此案。 他需要知道，如果他們能夠檢索 eyeflashes，圖片拉直接從女人的大腦中的最後一件事情，她會見過她的死亡。 如果是的話，他們會的照片，他的車子，甚至可能許可證編號或者也許，他擔心，即使是eyeflash照片自己。 他需要知道，但它是不可能找到了。 他認為，他們可能會說一些關於它在電台，但通過不斷翻轉的車站未發現有用的信息。

最終，他發現公路標誌，指示給當地機場。 他想過。 他有足夠的錢買車票某處，但他必須拋棄的汽車，這是不是他想做的事，但如果它已被確認，他將擺脫它的某個時候。 他駕駛的時間越長，越接近他是被捕獲。

“拉過，未來的權利，”他說，給的指示前往機場。

他支付18元停車費，停，並輕快地走了到主終端，不斷在他的肩膀上瞥了一眼任何人通過接近他。 他在機場遊蕩了很久，問自己的地方正是他想去。 他停在一台計算機終端，並要求它帶來了一個列出所有的離港航機在未來 48小時。 該屏幕中突然出現了數百個不同的航班號，目的地，以及相應的價格。 一旁，他看見一個上市的棲息地的航班世界。 這引起了他的注意。 他當時提出來的。 這份名單要短得多，只有9項。 他檢查了清單。 都是出於他的價格範圍，除外之一。 飛行 2131至柯士甸站。 4000名，300美元的單程車票。 他剛剛夠到了他的生命重新開始。

如果沒有給予第二次思想觀念，他告訴電腦，他想購買車票。 隨即，他開始將 50年代到插槽的終端是專為罕見的場合，當有人想用現金買東西。

第2章

這是數天前士丹利能擺脫組，記者和他的採訪，漫步柯士甸站及由他本人。 事實上，他已經偷偷離開時似乎沒有人留意。

這個地方是巨大的。 船長曾經說過，它是一個小車站。 斯坦利甚至無法想像什麼人會像大。 他漫無目的地徘徊，不同的人常常闖進他從來沒有見過和管理，以使它們大量的瘋狂他。 什麼他最驚訝的是純粹的人數擠在這麼小的空間。 他最終成為幽閉恐懼症，花了他所有的精力，避開左，右各走廊，試圖尋找一個沒有太多人。 他預期將有更多的休憩用地已就在這裡比在銀河四 ，但這裡的大廳顯得更加擁擠一些原因。

他最後碰到一個小咖啡廳的一端，車站在那裡他可以坐下。 這個地區是一個少人多擠迫，但即使如此，他才能夠找到一個空置表。 他坐下來，望著天上的星星通過巨型圖片窗口排隊遠的牆壁和天花板。 他想吃點東西。 他低頭看著控制台上結束他的桌子，讓他命令他想要什麼，但他沒有錢，沒有什麼方式支付，他可以得到的。 因此，他只是坐在那裡，休息，聆聽別人的談話，並盯著窗外。

幾分鐘後，這一點，他聽到一個女人的聲音。 “你介意我坐這兒嗎？”

他抬起頭，吃驚。 “沒有，”他說。 “繼續做。”

“謝謝，”她說，她放棄了背包上了桌子，坐了下來。 “沒有其他空的地方。”

他望著她，她學習了電腦主機和為自己選擇了一個主菜，並為此付出了手持銀行終端。 她還年輕。 他判斷可能是18。 她打開她的袋子，開始翻找，而是簡單地通過設置在地板上，並開始在她的座位說唱她指關節在桌子上的頂部。

對於別人的小機器人帶出了她的盤子幾分鐘後。 赤柱盯著她的晚餐。 他比他餓了思想。 但她並沒有採取任何通知，他的目光。 他轉過身來，繼續看窗外。

“你不是吃什麼？”他聽到她問。

“不，我沒有得到任何東西，”他回答。

“不是餓了嗎？”她說，通過一口的漢堡包。

“沒有錢。”

“沒有錢？”她問，嚇了一跳。 “什麼，你忘了你的終端在家裡？”

“我沒有一個終端。 我剛剛下了船，你看，我還沒有得到解決，以找出如果我有什麼遺留下來的錢在我離開之前。“

“你是多久以前離開？”她問道。

“7年。”

“你要在飛船 7年？”

“這是正確的。”

“為什麼你要那樣做？ 是這其中的一個昂貴的遊船？ 這是否你吹你所有的錢？“

“這是一個星際工藝，能夠以光的速度。”

“你在開玩笑！”

“號 我們正在探索一個恆星系統約 10光年。“

她看著他，形跡可疑。 “你是完全認真的嗎？”

“當然。”

“哇，我從來沒有見過任何人誰是真正離開了太陽系。”她伸出了手。 “我Sareena。”

“斯坦利彼得曼。”

“瞧，哥們，”她說，“我不關心你告訴我，但我不買你一起吃晚餐。 我想我應該告訴你，為了 intice你走向的真實性。“

“你以為我在撒謊？”

“思想掠過我的想法。”

“嗯，我沒有，”他說。 “我反正沒那麼餓了。”

“那你做這個船嗎？”

“我是一個工程師。 有助於確保一切運行正常。“

“一個工程師，是吧？ 難道不應該有工程師背景的數學嗎？“。

“我做的事。 為什麼？“

縱觀咬馬鈴薯的楔形板從過她，她說：“我有一個小麻煩，我的數學課，”

他給了一個小議案，他的手。 “讓我們看看這本書。”

她取出一個厚厚的藍色微積分的書，輕輕從她的包在桌子上奠定它在眼前。 她站起來，走到他身後，站在周圍看在他的肩膀。 她俯下身，選擇了一個網頁。 “就在那兒，”她說，指著一個特別的問題。 “我無法算出它。 我繼續得到不同的答案。“

他看了看這個問題。 “那是它嗎？”他諷刺地說。 “你沒有什麼比那種硬？”

她憤怒地看著他。 “我知道，”她說。 “你不會有一個線索，你呢？”她伸手書像她要去把它收回。

他抓住她的手，並舉行了回去。 “不，我可以做到這一點。 只要給我一秒鐘。“他想了幾秒鐘有關如何執行的問題。 在他的手躺在她，在桌子上休息。 “好了，所以這裡的你做了什麼 ...”

           It took ten minutes or so until she had grasped the concept of the first problem. Then they went on to more problems. She sat down beside him. They spent nearly forty-five minutes working. She seemed to get truly interested in the subject of mathematics and she was obviously understanding at least most of what he was telling her. He was actually pretty proud of himself. I should be a teacher, he thought.

Finally, it came to a close. Apparently satisfied with her new found knowledge, Sareena closed and put away her book. “Are you really not hungry?” she said.

”I'm starving.”

She smiled, pulled out her bank terminal, and inserted it into the slot at the end of the table. “What do you want?”

He found a nice, moderately priced pasta dinner and ordered it. “Thank you,” he said.

”I should be thanking you,” she said. “You have no idea how much you've helped me out today.”

He looked at her, smiled. “You have no idea how hungry I am.”

She laughed lightly.

Then she did something completely unexpected. She pulled herself closer to him. She leaned her face in towards his, pausing slightly before closing the gap and kissing him quickly on his lips. She pulled away again and looked down at the table top. His stunned gaze remained constant. She turned back to him. She looked strange, nervous, embarrassed, and Stanley could think of nothing to do to relieve her, but lean back and return the kiss. This one remained for longer. He felt her start to move her lips across his, he felt a little wetness, and finally, he felt a tiny tongue, burrowing it's way between his clenched teeth. He opened up and let her in but he looked upward, away from her and saw out of the giant windows, what he had been missing since he had been concentrating on her calculus. The view of the planet below now filled his entire line of sight. It was enormously, overpoweringly, beautiful, much bigger and fuller than he had seen on the Galaxy Four's computer screen and this time he knew he was looking directly at it.

”Holy shit!” he blurted.

She screamed and pulled away from him. She put her hand across her mouth. “What the hell do you think you're doing? You bit me!”

But he was still staring up at the Earth looming above him and her voice didn't quite reach his inner consciousness.

She pressed her tongue against the back of her hand for a few seconds then looked closely at her hand. “Owe, hell. That hurts. Now why'd you have to go and do that?”

Now he looked at her. “What?”

”I'm leaving,” she said, and grabbed her bag and slung it across her back.

Stanley looked back up at the windows. Then he realized what had just happened. “No! Wait!” He reached out for her but she was already beyond his grasp. At a last desperate attempt, he leapt from his seat, fell on his stomach flat on the floor but managed at least to grab a strap hanging down from her pack and hold her back. “Don't go. 我很抱歉。 It caught me off guard, that's all.” As he looked up at her, he noticed, on the edge of his vision, all the people in the cafe seated near them were now staring intently at him.

”You bit me,” she said softly enough so only he could hear.

”I didn't mean to,” he said.

”Get up,” she said. “You look like an idiot.”

He picked himself off the floor and they stared at each other, consciously aware of the dozens of people still watching. “Can we sit down now?” he asked her quietly.

They sat back down at their table and tried to look calm as they waited for everyone around them to lose interest. “I'm sorry,” Stanley finally said. “I've been away a long time.”

”It shows,” she replied.

”Next time we do this, ” he said, “do you think it would be possible to find someplace without so many people watching?”

She smiled. “I think that could be arranged.”

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起飛被推遲 6個小時，因為航天飛機上的技術困難。 這使泰森有點不安。 他已經等待了近30小時。 他不想再等待下去。 這是因為如果他能感覺到當局越來越接近他的位置，他每分鐘的空閒浪費。

他坐在休息室附近的碼頭，大多數這段時間。 這兩個機器人提供服務的商店在這條機場才知道他相當密切，因為他會通過每一個每隔幾個小時，很少買東西。 然而他，買了短恐怖科幻小說打發時間，但與它做在短短幾個小時。 He thought about getting a second but decided it was necessary for him to save his money for when he finally got to Austin. If he ever would get there.

The car was still out in the lot. He had gotten a two day parking pass so they wouldn't have towed it yet. In a way he wished they would. The car was something that could be traced and if it wasn't in the same location he was, he would be a great deal safer. As he thought about his vehicle sitting alone out there in the parking garage, he became more and more worried that someone would find it and recognize it. He finally decided, as much as he feared going back, he would have to check to see if the car was okay.

He decided not to ride the high-speed subway that ran the entire length of the airport. It would kill time to walk, and he was not at all anxious to arrive at his destination anyway. It took Tyson nearly forty-five minutes to fight the crowds all the way back across the other side of the airport and into the massive, sixty-six story parking garage. When he arrived in front of the elevator that would take him up, he pulled out the little card his car had printed out for him to remind him where he had parked. He looked at it and read:

Lot: B

Level: 23

Blue Section

Row: 19

space # 63

When the lift hit the twenty-third floor, he stepped off slowly and cautiously, prepared to see masses of cops gathered around just waiting for him to return. He saw no police around, however, just a few stray people searching for their cars. He allowed himself to breath a quick sigh of relief before he continued on.

The big blue arrows painted on the walls pointed him in the right direction. He followed the numbers down the walkway, frequently glancing over his shoulder and around in any direction searching for any sign of someone that might be watching him.

He reached row nineteen and began cautiously walking down it, scanning in all directions and eventually he saw his car, nestled snugly between a large family station wagon and a full-sized pick-up truck. No one was in sight.

After walking around his car once he slipped into the drivers seat and relaxed. It was much more comfortable in here than it had been in the waiting area inside the airport. He allowed himself five minutes to rest and calm down, then he told the car to bring up the video log-book.

The little viewscreen built into the dashboard flashed on and Tyson saw a view of the parking garage, much how it looked if he simply looked out the window.

”Scan log,” he said. “Look for anything out of the ordinary.”

The screen blurred and another view of the surrounding parking lot came up, this one from a different angle. A man, possibly thirty years old, crossed in front of the screen and disappeared on the other side. The screen blurred again and Tyson watched and waited as he saw dozens of people walk past along the viewscreen, none of them ever looking in his direction and probably completely unaware of the fact that they were being recorded.

”When was this recorded?” he asked at one point.

The computer responded by putting up a readout on the screen, displaying the time when each significant event–if you could call them significant–happened.

           At one point when the screen blurred, Tyson was greeted by an old woman with severely wrinkled and hanging skin and too much eye-shadow, staring directly at him. She turned away from him and yelled, “I think–I think I might have found it.” She looked back, squinted. “What?” she called out to someone obviously several rows away. “I think this is it. 什麼？ Oh, you have it? Oh, okay.” She backed away, turned and was gone from view. “Why didn't you tell me you got a printout?” she said just before she was out of audio range.

”Forget this,” Tyson said. “There's nothing here. Cancel search.”

The screen obediently went blank again.

He thought about what he should do now. Would it be safe to leave the car here?, he wondered. He didn't like the thought of abandoning it. It was an expensive piece of machinery and to simply throw it away would be such a waste. And it provided for him a sense of security, that if anything happened to go wrong, he could just drive away. Without it he would be stuck. If he told it to leave, then the flight to Austin was canceled, he would be stuck here forever.

But he knew that the car was something that could be traced. As soon as the police found it, they would simply go through the list of outgoing flights and it would only be a matter of finding which one was paid for with cash. They would have him pinpointed, trapped on one of the puny habitat worlds.

I have to ditch the car, he decided. There's no getting around it.

He took a deep breath. “Okay, in three minutes I want you to pull out of this parking lot, head towards the freeway going east and travel in that direction until there's no you're out of gas.”

The vehicle made a little beep that meant it understood the directions. A map appeared on the computer screen and the route Tyson had just programmed was shown in red. He looked at it. “Yeah, that's good,” he said.

He got out slowly and walked back towards the elevator. Halfway down the row of cars, he stopped and watched his car pull easily out of it's space and drive off. It was like watching the last bit of his former life drifting away.

On his way back towards the waiting area, he noticed an unoccupied computer terminal. He thought about the danger of being caught. He knew almost nothing about the inner workings of a computer and had no idea how much information he could retrieve before someone caught on to who he was and what he had done. He didn't even know if he would be able to get any information. Any police report might be classified and not open to just anyone wanting to see it. However, he was simply too curious about the fate of that young woman to head off without finding out whether or not she was actually dead.

He slipped his bank terminal into the slot and watched in suspense as he logged on to the world-wide net. There were probably thousands, maybe millions of people logged onto computers in this area. It would probably be nearly impossible for someone to get a good lock in on his terminal. Just the same, Tyson wanted to get in, get the information and get out as quickly as possible.

”Show me the obituaries for Roseburg, Oregon.” That seemed like a good and safe place to start.

A list of names appeared on the screen. Too many of them.

”Exclude the males,” he told the computer.

The list shortened by about half.

”Exclude all that died of natural causes.”

The list was still too long.

”Exclude everyone that died in their home.”

Now the list was only six names long. Alphabetical order. He touched the first name. “Bring up this one,” he said.

The words “Auto Accident,” caught his attention. He read on, not paying much attention to the photo in the upper right corner of the screen. He thought he might have dreamed up what she looked like and couldn't trust a picture alone. He found that this woman had been driving a vehicle with faulty auto drive and had been dozing. The report said she had died instantly when her car crashed into a large pine tree at 190 kph.

Tyson went on to the second obituary, an elderly woman who had been knifed to death by an anxious mugger.

The third woman had died of a drug overdose.

           The fourth was a suicide.

Tyson was, by this time, growing a little less concerned. Perhaps he hadn't killed her. Maybe she was just fine, in a hospital somewhere, recovering slowly but surely.

He brought up the fifth one and was relieved to find she had died falling from the sixth floor of an office building.

With shaking fingers he touched the sixth name. The screen flashed, seemed to pause longer than it had on the previous names, and went clear again to reveal the last obituary.

And there she was.

He recognized the picture immediately: the young blond, clear complexion, perfectly shaped facial features as if they had been carved from stone. He read the words, “killed by drunk driver,” and nearly doubled over from the return of that terrible pain in his stomach.

He closed his eyes, tried to calm himself. “Oh, God.”

He read the caption. She had been a law student, home for the weekend. Her name was Anathene Ravanis. She had grown up in north-west Washington with her natural parents. They moved to Oregon to be closer to the rest of the family when Anathene was fourteen. She moved back to Washington state when she was barely into her twenties to study to become a lawyer. She was twenty-four when she was tragically run down in the middle of the street three days earlier. She was survived by her two parents, her husband of three years, and her six month old daughter.

”Exit out,” Tyson said quickly, now suddenly, not wanting to learn any more. “Turn it off.”

The screen changed to show him that it had charged him three dollars for the retrieval of the information. His bank terminal popped out of it's slot. He grabbed it and hurried off towards his shuttle, the tears just barely standing out in his eyes, the pain in his stomach spreading towards his chest and growing with every step he took.

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Sareena decided to bring Stanley back to her apartment. When the two arrived, she was happy to find that her father was not home. They sat on the couch in the living room, listening to music, talking. Their conversation shifted from subject to subject, never sticking in one place too long. Stanley told her a good deal about life aboard a starship, and she told him bits and pieces of what it's like to live on Austin station. She mostly tried to avoid talking about herself though. She felt her life was small and meaningless when compared to his.

Eventually they became bored with talk and moved on to other things.

They started out small–little pecks on the cheek–but it did not take them long before they were into the long, deep, passionate kisses that Sareena enjoyed so much. She pulled herself close to him. As she felt his hand, slowly and cautiously, moving under her shirt, she thought to herself, perhaps things are moving a little too quickly. At first she had an urge to push his arm back, to tell him she wasn't ready, but she quickly rejected the idea. She was too into the moment.

Then, suddenly, she heard a low, almost silent, hiss as the front door slid open.

Her reactions were quick. She slammed her hand down on his arm, driving his hand out from under her clothing and at the same time leapt away from him. She turned, straitened herself on the sofa and looked towards the door as her father entered, looking somewhat tired out.

”Hello, Daddy,” she said, trying her best to sound calm.

”Hi,” he replied. He seemed to immediately notice Stanley, sitting next to Sareena “And who would this be?”

”This–” Sareena thought as quickly as she could to come up with a worthy lie. “This is my math tutor, Stanley Peterman.” That seemed believable enough. She paused. “Oh, and Stanley, this is Spanfell, my father.”

           ”It's nice to meet you.”

The two men shook hands.

Her father's eyes visibly narrowed. “Where's your math book, Sareena?”

”We haven't started studying yet,” she replied quickly. “We were just talking”

”Well then, I guess I'll leave you two alone,” He quietly left the room and headed towards the back of the apartment. Sareena saw him glance back over his shoulder at them once as if he suspected something.

”You live with your parents?” Stanley asked after Spanfell was completely out of earshot.

”Just my dad,” Sareena replied.

”I figured you lived by yourself. It's a little surprising to have someone burst in like that. What does your father do anyway?”

”He's a courier,” Sareena answered.

Stanley didn't seem to understand her meaning.

”He pressures people into giving him money so he can show them around Austin. He gets them hotel rooms but that's about it. They pay him pretty good money for it too–when he actually has a client. Most of the time he's just looking for newcomers who don't know their way around.”

”That sounds like fairly interesting work,” Stanley said.

”He seems to think so.”

Sareena looked at him. She wanted to restart what had been so rudely interrupted. She wanted to move in closer to him again but couldn't seem to bring herself to close the gap between them. It didn't seem appropriate anymore. They sat silently for a long while.

Finally, Stanley said, “They're probably missing me back at the docking bay and on the ship. I never told anyone I was leaving. I really ought to be getting back.”

”All right,” she said. “Are you coming back here sometime?”

”Sure. I'll stop by in a couple of days.”

”I guess I'll see you then,” she said as she watched him cross the room to the door.

”Thanks for the pasta,” he said, just before the door closed.

Sareena was left to herself. She contemplated what she was going to do for the rest of the day. She sat for a long while, thinking. It had been a strange day, one to remember. She didn't know what to make of it all.

Eventually she got up and went to her room.

Before she had settled in, her father entered. “Did your friend leave already?” he asked.

”He just left,” she said.

”Did you two get much studying done in that short time?”

”Some.”

They stared at each other for several seconds, not speaking. She tried her best to put on an innocent-looking face, but, while she could not see herself, she was unsatisfied with her attempts.

Spanfell sat down on the edge of Sareena's bed. “So who is he?”

”He's my Calculus tutor.”

”That's a likely story.”

”He is!”

”Why'd he have to take off so quickly after I got home?”

”He had to get back to his class.”

”Is he a student or a teacher?”

Sareena randomly chose one of the two options. “Teacher,” she replied.

”So why did he come here at all if he had to leave so early?”

”He didn't leave early,” she said. “We were studying for a couple hours before you got here.”

”You told me you hadn't started yet.”

”I said that?”

”Yes you did.”

”I don't remember saying anything like that. No, we studied for a long time before you came home. I had just put my book away.”

”What were you studying?”

”My math!” Her voice was raised to a high level now from the frustration of the conversation. “Don't you listen to anything I say?”

”I happen to listen very well,” he said, calmly. “I have very good ears. I also have very good eyes. I can see what's going on between you and that guy.”

”What makes you think anything is going on between us?”

”You're tongue down his throat was my first clue.”

She stopped, glared at him. He glared back, but in a sort of triumphant way, apparently proud of himself for discovering her lies.

           ”Well so what?” she said after a long while. “What does it matter to you anyway?”

”I'm your father, Sareena. I worry about you.”

”I'm sure you do but I think I can make my own decisions about who I spend my time with.”

”You don't seem to be making very sound choices, Sareena. He's too old for you.”

”That's for me to decide,” she said.

”So you're not going to obey your father?”

She thought about how to handle the situation. He seemed to be acting coolly. He seemed to be calm, rational–at least on the outside. He had probably planned out everything he was going to say to her.

”What do you want me to say?” she said.

”I want you to say you'll stop seeing him.”

”I'm not going to do that.”

She could see his anger rising. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a second. “He's no good for you, Sareena. What is he, twice your age?”

”I doubt the difference is that great,” she said.

He sighed. “So how long have you been seeing this guy anyway.”

”Oh, I'm not seeing him,” she said. “I've just been fucking him off and on. Surely you of all people would understand that.” She regretted saying the line even before the words had exited her mouth.

He stood quickly. “God damn it, Sareena! Can't you take anything seriously?”

As he raised his hand, Sareena suddenly thought he was going to strike her again, like he had several days earlier. She flinched, put her arm up to block. But he didn't hit her. He clenched his fist tightly, as if he was trying desperately to hold himself back. Taking a deep breath, he looked away from her and walked quickly out of the room, pounding his fist into the door activator. A second later, it closed behind him.

She looked after him. She shook her head and sighed. Why do I do this?, she thought. Why can't I just think before I say things like that?

She sat for a long time, wondering what she should do. She didn't want to apologize to him for what she had said, but she also couldn't stand the idea of him staying mad at her for any long period of time. Why should I have to do this?, she thought. He's the unreasonable one. Why can't he just let me run my own life, and quit butting in? I can make my own decisions. Why doesn't he see that?

But she knew she was going to have to do it. She was going to have to go out and talk to him, but she waited a while longer and planned out exactly what she was going to say. Finally, she took a deep breath, got up, and went out towards the main room of the apartment.

She found him sitting at the kitchen table, silently, his head resting in his hands. She leaned up against the counter top, a few meters away and watched him, not saying anything. Eventually he looked up at her. They silently stared at each other for a while.

”Look,” she said finally, “I appreciate your concern in this matter, but really, it is not needed. I know what I'm doing. Besides, I'm not interested in Stanley. That kiss you saw was just a one time deal. It's not going anywhere between us, and he understands that. He's just a friend.” It was all a lie, of course, but he seemed to buy it.

”That was all I wanted to hear, Sareena.”

”I know it, but what if I did like this guy? I'd like to think that you wouldn't go blowing up on me if I brought home a guy you didn't approve of.”

”I'm sorry I got so mad at you,” he said. “It's just that I worry about you so much. I don't want to see you get involved with someone who's no good for you.”

”I understand that, but you can't decide that. I think I can decide for myself who I want to be dating. All right?”

”All right. From now on, I'm going to try to stop making your decisions for you, but if I see you making a poor one, I'm still going to tell you.”

”Just don't be too pushy about it, okay?”

”Sure.”

”Look,” she said, “I'm sorry about what I said to you earlier.”

”Don't worry about it,” he replied.

”So are we squared away now?”

”Yeah, we are.”

           ”Good. I'm glad.”

”So you're not going to be bringing Stanley by here anymore?” he asked.

”Well, yes, I am. He's still going to be helping me with my Calculus.”

”You weren't lying about that?”

”Of course not.” She grinned at him. “Have you ever known me to lie to you?”

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He felt the cold rain of the roadway, soaking through his pants. He was dazed. He could barely stand. Every time he would try, he would get to a low squat, and the gravity would shift and he would topple to the ground. It was raining hard. He knew it was raining, but for some reason, the only dampness he could feel was coming from the road he was lying on. It was dark. Blackness was all around. Penetrating blackness, the kind that chills the soul, but for some reason he could see. He could see the buildings standing tall above him on both sides of the road, or perhaps he simply sensed that they were there. They were all dark and empty, as if they had been abandoned long ago. He looked all around him. The area was somehow familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had ever been here. He realized he was crying, but couldn't seem to remember why.

”Get out of the road,” someone said.

Tyson looked around, frantically searching for the source of the sound.

”Get out of the road.”

”Who are you?” Tyson shouted.

”Get out of the road.”

”I can't.”

He turned, and suddenly, standing high above him, was a man of great size with a wicked glare on his face and a long dark beard, hanging down to his chest.

”Get out of the road,” the man said.

”I can't. Can't you see I can't move?”

”You're blocking traffic.”

Tyson looked up and down the road. He could see no cars. “Who are you?” he asked.

”I'm here for you.”

Waves of fear crashed in on him. They had found him! They had finally found him. But who were they? And why were they looking for him?

”No!” Tyson screamed. He curled himself up, making himself as small as he possibly could, putting his arms over his face to block the view of the hulking figure. “No, please. Leave me. Leave me alone. Please!”

Then, everything was silent. He looked up and the man was gone. He got to his knees, and with a little bit of trouble was able to stand up. Looking down the road, he saw something lying there. It was a woman, face down. He slowly staggered over to her.

”Get out of the road,” he said.

She didn't respond.

”You're blocking traffic.”

After a moment she replied, “Please, leave me be.”

”Why?”

”Just leave me be. I beg of you.”

”You're going to get hurt.”

”That's my choice.”

”Very well.” He turned to walk away from her but her hand caught him by the back of his pantleg.

”I'm sorry,” she said.

”For what?”

”I'm sorry.”

”You didn't do anything.”

”Yes I did,” she said. “I hurt you. I made you this way. I didn't mean to do this to you. 我沒有。 I'm sorry.” She turned onto her back and looked up at Tyson. For the first time, he saw her face. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He knew immediately who she was.

”You're supposed to be dead.”

”I was,” she replied.

That confused him. He had always believed that a person could not be dead one moment then alive the next. He thought about that a long time, and finally concluded that he must have been mistaken on that point. A person could be alive one moment then dead the next, so why couldn't it work the other way around? He wasn't the type of person to question the way of the world anyway.

”Here,” she said. She took his hand and directed it towards her face. “Do I feel dead to you?”

”No,” he said as he ran his palm across her warm cheek.

”Everything comes back,” she said. “Did you know that? Things happen again and again and again. They're beyond our control. We live in a wheel. It goes round and round and around, and we can never get off. Never. It will spin around some day and this will come back to haunt you.”

           He stared at her, barely comprehending her words. She was standing now and he was lying on the pavement again. “Who are you?”

”You know who I am.”

”You're supposed to be dead.”

”I've come back.”

”Have you come back to haunt me?”

”I've come back to show you things.”

”Like what?”

”Like what I just told you–how we live in a wheel. How things will come back for you. Like how this will come back for you.” She pointed down the road and Tyson saw a car coming towards him.

He looked at her, tried to move towards her but found himself immobile. She took a cautious step backward. “Help me,” he pleaded.

”I can't. It was meant to be. It's coming for you. They're coming for you. Deal with it.”

He tried desperately to move but found himself stuck to the roadway. He was strapped down, by some invisible harness. He watched the car speeding closer and closer, making no move to avoid him. Covering his head with his arms, he gave out one last frightful scream, a plea to the woman to help him, but she did not, and he finally felt the incredible impact of the car's bumper as it connected with his body.

*   *   *

He awoke with a start, drenched with sweat, the safety harness digging into his flesh. He breathed a deep sigh of relief realizing he was still on the shuttle. The people around him were all still sleeping. His sedative must have worn off early. He looked out one of the side windows and saw the earth, looming before him. He was escaping. In a few hours he would be on the station, a brand new world to him, and he would start a new life.

第三章

Spanfell stared for a long while, through the glass wall that separated him from the shuttle's passengers that were now starting to come off. He searched the crowd, looking for one who seemed like he didn't know what he was doing or where he was going. It didn't take long to find one. That one, right there, he told himself. The one who's trying so desperately to blend into the crowd.

He watched as the new arrivals exited their shuttle. Where was this one from?, he wondered. Earth? One of the other habitat worlds? But it didn't matter where they were from as long as they had money and didn't know their way around.

He watched the young man he had selected, burned his face into his memory so he could pull him aside as soon as he exited the decontamination chamber. He walked along, keeping pace with him until the group of new arrivals were all herded into a side chamber where they would go through the process of decontamination.

Hurrying towards the gate where he knew his target would be coming from, Spanfell tried to get ahead of the rest of the masses of people, some of who were waiting to meet incoming family members, but most of who were couriers, like himself, out to make a buck off the tourists.

He made it to the main gate, stopped and waited. After a few moments, the doors opened and the people started piling out. He saw his target in the middle of the crowd, saw that no one was coming to meet him. Watching intently so as not to lose him, Spanfell plowed through the rest of the people and started walking close to the young man he had selected.

”Hello, my name is Spanfell. I'm here to give you a hand in finding your way around.”

The man stopped. “What?”

”My name's Spanfell. I'ma courier. I'm here to help. This is quite a large and confusing station, but I can guide you all through it–for a small fee of course.”

”A tour guide?”

”And much more. What do you say?”

”I don't think so buddy. Sorry.”

”Oh, now come on. I haven't told you what it is I can do for you.”

”What can you do for me?”

”I can get you hotel or restaurant reservations. I can hook you up with just about any type of person you'd want to meet here. If you're thinking of moving here, I can handle all it takes to get your citizenship. I can do basically anything you need done.”

”Can you get me a job?”

”I could do that. What kind are you looking for?”

”One that pays.”

”I think I can handle that. But first we need to get the business of my fee out of the way.”

”What is it that you charge?”

”I never caught your name,” Spanfell said.

”Tyson. How much do you charge?”

”I'll offer you a deal. Two hundred a week. You may actually save money by hiring me though, since I can get you the best deals on anything around. Anything you can possibly get on Austin Station. So is this your first visit to this fine habitat world?”

”Yes, it is,” Tyson said.

”Have you ever visited any other stations?”

”No.”

”Then you don't know much about station life do you?”

”I guess not.”

”Well, I can help you out there. I can teach you anything you need to know. Station life is pretty confusing you know, but I've got it down and I'll help you get it down too.”

Tyson pulled Spanfell aside, out of the stream of traffic and said to him, “Okay, I'm going to need a job, a place to stay, a citizenship here, and I need it all to be completely confidential. I don't want anything entered into the computers about my being here. Nothing that could get back to Earth.”

”I think I could pull that off. 沒問題。 May I ask why it must be confidential though?”

”No you may not.”

”So am I hired?”

”Two hundred, you say?”

”Uh-huh.”

”I suppose I could handle that, assuming you find me a paying job real quick.”

”I'll get on it right away. Do you have a place to stay?”

”I'm expecting you to find me one. Not too much though. I'm rather short on funds right now.”

”You have enough for my fee though don't you?”

”Barely.”

”Well, let's say we get that out of the way right now, shall we?”

”How do I know you won't just run off with my money and leave me hanging?”

”You can trust me.”

Tyson shook his head. “號 I can't risk that. I can't afford to put all of my funds into something before I even have a job here. I'll pay you fifty now, and the rest when you find me a way for me to make some money.”

”That would be acceptable I suppose.” Spanfell pulled out his bank terminal and presented it to Tyson. “Fifty now, and I should be able to find you some sort of work within the next few days, but you can't take the job until you've paid me the other one-fifty.”

Tyson shook his head. “I don't have any electronic funds. You're going to have to accept cash.”

Cash? That was certainly odd. Who used cash these days?

Spanfell shrugged. What did it matter? Money is money. “Whatever you say.”

Tyson handed Spanfell a fifty dollar bill. Spanfell stared at it for several seconds. It had been a few years since he had seen actual money like this. I wonder if it's real, he thought. Going to have to check that out before I do anything big for this guy.

”All right,” Spanfell said, “you say you need a place to stay. Should I show you to a place I happen to know?”

”The cheapest you can find.”

”Of course.”

Spanfell led Tyson down the crowded halls of the station towards a small hotel that he often used for his clients. He wondered why this man was here. Probably running from someone. That was fairly obvious. He hadn't brought any baggage with him so it must have been a fairly hasty decision.

”So where are you from?” Spanfell asked.

”Earth.”

”I know that. Where on Earth?”

Tyson didn't answer, and Spanfell decided that it probably wasn'ta good idea to push the subject.

They soon arrived at their destination. Tyson checked in and paid for a room and Spanfell followed him up to it. Tyson gave a quick run around the small apartment, checking it all out, came back and sat down on the bed with Spanfell.

”Okay, What kind of a job do you think you can get me?”

           ”What are your qualifications? What did you do on Earth?”

”I was a salaryman for Microsoft.”

”What level?”

”Thirteen.”

”Hmm.” That probably wasn't going to help much. A thirteenth level salaryman wasn't too far up the corporate ladder, but it would probably put him at the top of the list for any menial, minimum wage job that happened to be open. “What we're going to need to do, is first of all, put your information down in the computer.” He went over to the desk sitting against a wall and flipped on the computer terminal.

Tyson went over and stood by the desk. “What sort of information do you mean?”

”Anything that would be relevant to prospective employers. Where exactly did you work before you came here?”

”Look, I don't know if I can do this.”

”What?”

”I'm not supposed to be here. I can't enter in anything that could pinpoint who I am.”

”Well now, that could be a problem. How am I supposed to find you work if I can't tell them about any of your past experience?”

”I have faith in you.”

Spanfell flipped the computer terminal off. “All right then. This may take a while. Shall I go now and start looking or is there anything else you're going to need tonight.”

”No. Go now. My money is running short already. I need a way I can get ahold of you though. Give me your ID number.”

Spanfell found a small piece of paper in his pocket and wrote out the eighteen digit code and gave it to Tyson. “Why don't you give me yours too.”

Tyson shook his head. “Can't do that. I'm going to have it changed soon anyway.”

”How do you plan on doing that?”

”I have no idea. I'm trusting you to find me a way. Go, now. Find me work. Hurry. You can call me here. I should be right here for the next couple days.”

As Spanfell was shooed out of the room, he thought to himself, Jesus Christ, this guy's going to be a real problem.

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Stanley Peterman sat, waiting at the same table where he had first met Sareena. They had agreed to meet here. He was anxiously awaiting her arrival. Picking at his french fries absently with one hand, he stared up through the huge windows at the Earth that was just beginning to come into view.

”You came,” he heard Sareena say.

He looked at her as she took a seat across the table from him. “I told you I'd come,” he said. “I missed you the last couple days.”

”Me too.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss then began picking at his plate of fries.

”So what do you want to do?” he asked her. “Do you want to go back to your place?”

”Don't you have a place here yet? I don't really want to go to mine. I'm afraid my father's going to be there.”

”What is with him anyway? Do you fear him or something?”

”No,” she replied. “It's just that I don't want him to know what's going on here.”

”I don't understand why not.”

”I had a long talk with him just after you left the last time. He thinks your just my math tutor.”

”You know, Sareena, I think your life would be a lot easier if you were just honest with him. A lie can get quite complicated if you don't know how to control it.”

”I know how to control myself,” she said. “I have a great deal of practice with this.” Her voice softened as she said, “He can't handle the truth anyway. He wouldn't know how to deal with it. He still thinks of me as his little baby girl.”

Stanley shook his head. Sometimes he wondered about her. Was she a pathological liar or did she actually have good reasons for avoiding the truth when dealing with Spanfell? He wondered what kind of secrets she might someday start keeping from him.

”So should we go to your place?” she said.

”I suppose we could do that. 來吧。 I think I remember how to get there.”

As they left, Stanley watched a human attendant come out and clear his half eaten plate of fries.

He led the way this time, through the crowded corridors, away from the little cafe. After a time, she took his hand in hers and they walked in that fashion for half an hour or so around the outer wheel of the station. Every once in a while, a window would open up along the roof of the hall they were walking through and they would both glance up at the planet above them.

After a time, Stanley said, “I'm going to be leaving here soon.”

Sareena stopped and turned to him. “What?”

”I'm scheduled to take a trip to Earth in three weeks.”

”You're leaving me?”

”I wasn't planning on it,” he said. “I'd like it if you came with me.”

”What? 如何？ I don't have enough money to finance a shuttle trip.”

”I'll pay for you.”

”I thought you didn't have any money,” she replied. “I had to buy you lunch not too long ago because you were flat broke and starving.”

”I wasn't broke. I just didn't have a bank terminal at the time.”

”And you do now?”

He pulled it out and showed it to her.

”And you expect me to go with you down to the planet? Just like that? Not a second thought?”

”It doesn't have to be forever, Sareena. You can come back whenever you like.”

”Will you pay for my return too?”

”Of course.”

”I don't know if I can ask you to do that. We've only just met. Shuttle tickets are expensive.”

”They paid me well for taking the Galaxy Four trip.”

”But still–”

”Please, Sareena?”

”But what about my father?”

”Forget about him for the moment. Don't you want to see the world down there. You've never been there have you? I know I'm anxious to see it again.”

”We'll see,” she said. “We'll just have to wait and see.”

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Spanfell wandered the station aimlessly, stopping here and there, asking if there were any employment opportunities for an inexperienced man who, for one reason or another, was unable to look for a job himself. He wasn't having much luck.

As he turned out of a small antique shop, he happened to notice his daughter some distance away, down the corridor. She was stopped, talking to someone. He started towards her, wanting to ask her to keep her eyes open for a possible job opportunity. But then, he saw who she was with. It was that guy–what's his name?–Stanley. Her math tutor, or so she says. Spanfell stopped in his tracks and watched them for a short while. They were just talking. He crept closer to them, making sure to blend in with the crowd. When he had gotten as close as he dared, he stopped and continued watching. It appeared as if they were simply having a discussion. Hopefully about her math, but it seemed a little too animated of a conversation to be about school work. Eventually they began walking again. Spanfell followed the two for a while.

Then he noticed something about them. They had started holding hands. So they were lovers. This enraged him. She had lied to him. He wanted to run up and throw Stanley to the ground and beat him, but he held himself back. He stopped, glared and watched them disappear into the crowd.

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The prospect of finally seeing Earth firsthand was both exciting and frightening at the same time. This was something she had wanted–or thought she had wanted–for all her life, but now she wasn't sure if she wanted to leave her life on the station, even for a short while. She knew this place. This was her home. She knew her way around almost perfectly. On Earth, she wouldn't have the first clue how to get anywhere. She would be tiny, insignificant. Here she felt as if she was somebody, large, important in some way.

Sareena turned to Stanley. They were sitting close together on the couch in his apartment. “When would we leave?” she asked.

”Three weeks. There's still more work for me to do on the ship before we can go.”

           ”I'm not even sure I'll want to go,” she replied. “I don't know if I can just pack up and leave my home like that.”

”I'm not asking you to leave for good. Just a little vacation. You could come back at any time.”

”Would you come back with me?”

He waited a long while before answering, “I don't know if I could. I don't like it here. It's too crowded, feels as though the walls are closing in. I want to see the open sky again. I want to live out in the open like I did before I left on the Galaxy Four .”

”I want to too,” she said. “But–” and she stopped herself. How could she say no? This was something she had wanted all her life. To see the world up close. Could she ever live with herself if she let an opportunity like this slip through her fingers. How could she ever live with herself if she let him walk out of her life? “All right,” she said. “I'll go. I'll need to talk with my dad first though.”

”I wouldn't let you leave without telling him.”

”But he may not let me go,” she said. “I'm going to have to tell him about us. I may end up having to sneak away from here without his permission.”

”I figured you'd be up for something like that,” Stanley said.

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Now that things had finally settled down for Tyson, he had a chance to finally sit and think to himself. Alone in his hotel room, he thought, for once, not about Anathene, but about his past life, the one he left behind down on Earth. He had been a salaryman for a large American company. Not a glamorous job, or an exciting one, or a well paying one, but it was better than he could ever hope to achieve on this tiny station. He wondered if his boss had found a replacement for him yet.

He missed his family, his friends, his coworkers. He wondered if he could ever see any of them again. It's strange, he thought, how one instant, one moment in time, one tiny decision can completely alter your life forever.

But he didn't want to get too tied down thinking about the past. What's done is done. There's no going back. What he had to do now was look toward the future. He had to make a new life for himself here on the station, and he had to do it quickly before his funds ran out. He needed to get in touch with Spanfell, see how the job search was going.

Tyson went over to the little computer on the desk against the wall and entered Spanfell's ID code, instructing it to seek out Spanfell and get in touch with him. He turned around, and began to wander the apartment, expecting the search to take several minutes, but instead, Spanfell's face appeared almost immediately on the small screen.

”Hello,” he said.

”I just called to see how the hunt is going. Have you found me anything yet?”

”Not yet,” Spanfell said. “I'm still working on it.”

Tyson noticed that Spanfell looked agitated, angry about something. “Is there something wrong?” he asked.

”Nothing wrong,” Spanfell replied. “Family troubles is all. Just sit tight. I'll find you work very soon.”

”Within the next couple days?”

”Very soon. Don't worry. I've done this before. I should go now, continue the search. Was there anything else you needed?”

”No. I just wanted to make sure you were out and looking. I'm rather desperate you know.”

”Don't worry. I'm doing a good job out here. I'll find you something.” And the screen went blank.

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Instead of continuing his job hunt like he said he was going to, Spanfell went home. He sat for a long while at the kitchen table, trying to stifle his anger, waiting for his daughter to return home from wherever she was. He knew she would be here soon. Her book bag was here and she needed to be at school in less than an hour now.

Why am I making such a big deal out of this?, Spanfell asked himself. Why should I care? I should let Sareena make her own decisions.

He couldn't understand why it mattered to him that Sareena was seeing someone who was so much older than she was. He had always believed that age shouldn't be a factor in a dating relationship–or thought he had.

It was because she had lied to him. That's all he cared about. He hated being lied to. If she had simply told him the truth from the beginning, instead of trying to hide it, he probably wouldn't have had a problem with her relationship with Stanley. It was a frustrating situation. He was frustrated because she had been so stupid to lie to him. It would have been so much easier for everyone if she had just been straight with him. Why didn't she understand that?

He wanted to just forget it all. He wished he could just let Sareena alone and allow her to live her life as she saw fit. She deserved to be able to do that. But, for some reason he knew, he would not be able to just leave it alone.

Sometimes, he thought, I just have no control over myself. This thought set his mind racing back to one of the most recent times where he had been unable to gain control over his own actions. He saw himself stepping forward, menacingly, towards his daughter, unthinkingly, raising his hand, striking her across her cheek. That one moment kept running through his mind, over and over again. One moment of weakness. He had just been so upset from being dumped by Carol that he was simply unable to control himself, but that was no excuse.

It doesn't matter, he tried to tell himself. She probably never even thinks of it. It probably never even mattered to her at all. It was just a little slap, barely worth mentioning. It never happened before. It'll never happen again.

It will never happen again, he told himself. 從來沒有。 I won't do it again. I couldn't.             But for some reason he couldn't make himself believe that.

Spanfell shook his head wildly, trying to force the thoughts from his mind. He wished he could stop thinking about it all, for once, put it behind him. Burying his face in his hands, he began vigorously rubbing his eyebrows with his fingertips, as if he could physically force the unwanted thoughts from his mind.

Just then, he heard the front door open. Looking up, he saw Sareena come in. He had forgotten he was waiting for her. He wanted to talk to her on a subtle level, hinting at what he had found out about her and Stanley, but as soon as he saw her, he couldn't help blurting out, “You lied to me didn't you?”

”What?” she replied quickly.

”I saw you with that Stanley person today. You two were holding hands.”

”Oh, Jeez! Why do you have to do this? You were spying on me again weren't you?”
”No. I just happened to notice you two together, that's all.”

”Well what the hell should it matter to you anyway?” said Sareena.

”You lied to me.”

”I had to. You would have gone berserk if you knew the truth.”

”Do I look berserk to you Sareena?” Spanfell was sitting, his hands folded, calmly watching his daughter. But it was taking all he had to contain himself.

She shook her head. “I don't care. I don't care what you think. Just stay out of my life. Quit spying on me.” She said this as she was walking back towards her room. A moment later she returned, carrying her backpack across her right shoulder, and hurried towards the door.

”Sareena,” Spanfell said.

She stopped. “What? What do you want?”

He paused. He decided it would perhaps be better if he let the subject drop for now. “My latest client is looking for a job. Could you keep your eyes open, look for any openings?”

”Sure, I suppose I could do that,” she said, heading for the door.

”Thank you,” Spanfell tried to tell her but she was already gone.

第四章

Spanfell was becoming more and more worried that he would never be capable of finding Tyson a job. He had had no idea how difficult the search was going to be. The calls from Tyson were becoming more and more frequent. Apparently he was even more agitated about it than Spanfell.

Spanfell made a quick stop at his apartment for a meal break. He was there for fifteen minutes or so, and was just about ready to head out the door again and continue the job search when he heard the door chimes. He got up and opened it.

It was Stanley.

           Spanfell hadn't seen Stanley since he had spied him and Sareena holding hands in the corridor several days earlier. Since then he had kept his distance from his daughter and had tried his best not to think about the subject. But now, the sight of this man enraged him. It was mostly the frustrations of job hunting that made him so angry but Stanley was his most immediate target.

”Is Sareena here?” said Stanley.

Spanfell lunged, driving his right fist hard into Stanley's jaw.

Stanley was forced backwards and landed five or six feet away on his back, but quickly rolled to his feet. He put a hand to his chin. Spanfell saw blood.

”What the hell?” Stanley said.

”Stay away from my daughter.”

”What? I'm just her Calculus tutor. We had a study session scheduled.”

”Stay away! The next time you show up at this door, I'll kill you.”

”But–”

”Do you understand me? I'll kill you.”

Stanley said, “So I take it you know what's been going on between us.”

”Leave! 現在！ 去吧！ I don't ever want to see you around here again.”

Stanley rubbed at his chin where Spanfell had struck him. “It's not really a good idea to go around hitting people,” he said as he turned to leave. “One of these days someone is gonna hit you back.”

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After the unexpected encounter with Spanfell, Stanley decided to head home and call Sareena from there. It didn't take long for the computer to track her down. Fortunately she had not been at home. She was on her way home.

”I just had a rather interesting discussion with your dad,” he said to Sareena.

”Oh, what happened? What did you say?”

”We didn't say much, actually. He seemed kind of mad about something. Did you tell him about our plans to go to Earth?”

”I haven't found the right time yet,” she said.

”I'm beginning to think maybe you shouldn't tell him. Maybe we should just leave and you can call him when we get there.”

”What?” she replied. “Why do you say that? You were the one who was pushing me to always tell him everything about us.”

”I didn't realize what kind of a guy he really is.”

”What do you mean? What happened when you spoke to him today?”

”He hit me, Sareena. He attacked me.”

”You're kidding! Are you okay?”

”I'm fine. He doesn't hit that hard. It was just sort of stunning. What is his problem anyway?”

”Oh, I don't know,” she said. “He doesn't have a girlfriend. He's upset about that. And he has this client who needs him to find a job for him, but he can't come up with anything. He's been out looking every day for the past week. It seems like no one on the station is hiring these days.”

”What kind of job does this client want?”

”Just some menial job, I guess. Minimum wage. Look, do you want me to come over? I should be on my way to school right now but I could miss a day. I could come to your place and we could talk about this whole trip.”

”Hmm.” Stanley paused to think a moment. “No,” he said. “Go to school. You could drop by here afterwards if you want. We can talk then”

They said quick goodbyes and disconnected the phone link.

Stanley sat and thought for a few minutes, then got up and headed out the door. After about a half hour walk, he found himself at Sareena's door. He knew she wouldn't be home but he rang the bell anyway. After a few moments, the door slid open with a small hiss. Standing before him, was Spanfell. The two men glared at each other for a long while.

Spanfell spoke first: “Did you not hear what I said to you before?”

”I heard you.”

”Then why are you here? Are you stupid or something? Do you not really think I'll do what I said I would do?”

”I think you're overreacting a little, Spanfell.”

”I don't care what you think. I want you to leave, now. 離開。 Do I have to smack you really hard this time?”

           Stanley thought quickly about what he had come here to do. There was something else he wanted to do first though, but didn't know if he should. Why not?, he wondered. He deserved it. What could Spanfell do anyway? And with that little thought, Stanley took a quick step forward and gave Spanfell a hard right jab, just to the left side of his nose.

Spanfell staggered back, his hands to his face. “Oh, Jesus!” he said. He pulled his hands away slightly to reveal a great deal of blood, dripping from his nose. “You little bastard!” And he lunged at Stanley.

Stanley stepped aside, easily avoiding the attack. Spanfell stumbled past him and Stanley wrapped his arm around Spanfell's neck from behind in a kind of headlock, pulled him inside the apartment and threw him to the floor. The door slid closed automatically, giving the two men privacy. Stanley stood over Spanfell in triumph. He smiled down on him, and said, “I have a job opportunity for you.”

”What?” Spanfell said, still lying on the floor, still holding in the blood from his nose with his hands.

”Sareena tells me you need a job for some client of yours. I happen to know of an opening. I can get this guy in, if you're willing to do something for me.”

Spanfell staggered to his feet and moved away from Stanley. He went to the sink in the kitchen and washed the blood from his face. “What the hell are you trying to pull here buddy?” he said.

”I'm not pulling anything. We need people to help clear off all of the equipment from my ship. We're short handed and I heard you had someone looking for a job. It seems to me like it's perfect.”

Spanfell looked across the room at Stanley. “You hit me,” he said.

”You hit me too.”

”You deserved it.”

”So did you.”

”What are you trying to do here?” Spanfell asked.

”I'm trying to give you a hand. I want to help you out.”

”No you don't. You just want to get at my daughter.”

”I've already gotten at her. This has nothing to do with her. Nothing you say or do could change what is happening between us. What I am doing here, is trying to offer you something in return. You can take it or leave it. I suggest you take it because if you don't, you'll still need to be out looking for work and there's no guarantee that you could find this guy anything. Whether you take my offer or not, it won't change anything between me and your daughter. That's something you will need to learn to accept.”

There was a time of silence. Spanfell wiped more blood off his face and said, “This does not mean that we're friends now you understand.”

”I understand.”

”I still don't approve of you and Sareena.”

”I know.”

”You're too old for her.”

”That doesn't matter.”

”All right,” Spanfell said. “Let's go give this guy his job.”

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Tyson was nearly in tears as he sat alone in his motel room. He was now completely out of money. He had spent it all, just living here. Station life was expensive. That was something he had not planned for. Now, he was without options. In another three days he would be kicked out of the motel, and would be forced to roam the station, homeless, looking for work. Eventually he would be picked up by the police and they would most definitely find out about what he had done. It was over. You can't hide from the world unless you have a good supply of cash to do it with, and he had none. He would have to turn himself in. That was his only option left. Coming here had been a grave mistake. Possibly the worst mistake of his life–besides switching off the auto drive.

The door bell rang. Tyson checked himself and got up to answer it. Standing just outside was Spanfell with a man Tyson did not recognize. They seemed to be smiling. “I found you something,” Spanfell said.

Tyson felt a surge of joy rising from within him. A job? A real job?, he thought.

”This is your new boss,” Spanfell said, indicating the man next to him. “This is Stanley Peterman.”

           Tyson resisted the urge to grab Stanley in a tight embrace and smother him with kisses. “Hello,” he said. “I'm Tyson. Pleased to meet you.”

Tyson and Stanley shook hands.

”What exactly is it that I'll be doing?” Tyson asked

”Have you heard of the Galaxy Four , interstellar space craft that has been docked here?”

”No,” Tyson said.

”Well, it's here, and we need people to help get it ready for it's next voyage. You see, we don't have any androids programmed for work on this particular type of craft. Therefore, we need human workers. Do you think you can help us out?”

”Oh, yes. Does it pay well?”

”Minimum wage. It's only a temporary job, of course. It should take about a month and a half before we're finished, so you should have a job for about that long.”

”Great. When do I start?”

”Right now.”

”Let's go.”

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This is it, Sareena told herself. It has to be now. Let's tell him and get it over with.

She opened the door to her home. Her father was sitting at the kitchen table. He seemed to be smiling. 良好。

”Hello,” he said happily.

”Hey.”

She went back to her room and dropped her school bag on the floor and came back out. She sat down at the table, across from her father. He didn't pay much attention to her at first. He was eating a bowl of soup.

”I need to talk to you,” she said.

”Oh, what about?”

She thought about what the best way was to approach this, and finally decided to just say it. It probably wouldn't help much to tell him craftily. The meaning would be the same anyway. “Stanley is taking me down to the planet for awhile. We're leaving next week. You don't have to worry; I'm coming back. It's just a little vacation.”

She saw his smile fade into a deep glare. “You're leaving me?”

”Only for a little while,” she said.

He glared at her. The spoon he had been holding, dropped from his hand and clattered on the table top. He got up, threw his chair back, glared at her for another moment, then stormed out of the room. She heard him slam his fist into the door activator in the back bedroom.

She sighed. Was it really worth it to go back there and try to talk to him? No, she decided. Let him calm down first. I don't care anymore, she thought. Let him be like this. I'll just leave with Stanley. Forget about Spanfell. I'll just leave and never come back. I don't need him.

But how could she do that? This was her home, the only place she had ever known. How could she just leave without a second thought? It wasn't Spanfell that she was reluctant to abandon so much as it was the place, Austin Station. She had been here for so long that no other place could possibly feel like home.

But if she ever wanted to come back here, she would have to make peace with her father. She knew that was something she had to do or she would never feel comfortable visiting. He was just as much a part of this place as anything else.

But not now. Not right now.

She stood up slowly, and went to the front door. She glanced back. He was still locked in his bedroom.  And with that, she turned and walked out and headed towards Stanley's place on the other side of the Station.

第五章

As far as Tyson could see, the job was working out fairly well. It consisted mostly of him pushing carts, piled with boxes of supplies, on and off the huge spacecraft. His job would vary from day to day. He would move around the ship, organizing the supplies needed for the Galaxy Four’s next voyage or removing supplies left over from the last one. He rarely had the same supervisor two days in a row, but everyone seemed impressed by his work performance. Growing up with Earth's gravity had given him more strength than most of the other workers and he was able to put them all to shame with his lifting ability.

The one problem with the job, however was that it was only temporary. In a month and a half, Tyson would have to be out again, looking for work, and this time he would have to do it himself. He had already paid off Spanfell and was no longer using his services. Tyson worried about what was to come, whether or not he would be able to find permanent employment. He still had not settled completely into station life, but he was getting used to it.

It was now more than a week since that night when he had had so much to drink and unintentionally run down that woman. He still thought about her all the time, but now, the pain in his stomach was gone. He was surprised at how quickly he seemed to get over accidentally killing someone. He was beginning to believe that he would never be caught. It's strange, he thought. You kill someone one day, then a week later you've forgotten all about it.

But he hadn't forgotten it. He only thought he had, wished he had. He kept seeing himself, in her place, standing in the middle of the road, watching as some unknown vehicle plowed into him.

Anathene was like an old girlfriend to him. That's how he thought of her. He felt as if he had known her intimately, and somehow hurt her and she had left him forever. Gone forever, but still alive. There was nothing he could do now. He couldn't change how things were. He could only change how he thought.

He knew he wasn't thinking clearly, but he couldn't find anything to do about that. He needed to get away. Farther. Leave everything behind. Not only Earth, but civilization entirely. Maybe then, he could finally be free of Anathene Ravanis, the girl that haunted his mind, day and night.

One day, as he was riding a gliding sidewalk to work, he stopped to look out a large picture window that was set into the side of one small corridor. He looked out at the stars, glittering the sky, wondering which one the Galaxy Four would be visiting on it's next trip. The perfect escape, he thought. He wondered if it would be possible to somehow sneak aboard the starship before it's departure and travel with it to that unknown solar system. He wondered what they would do with him if he somehow succeeded. Would they turn back and make him get off again or would they keep going, allowing him to tag along? He figured they would keep going. It was probably tremendously expensive to send a ship into light speed and they wouldn't wish to waste so much fuel for just one stowaway. They would be forced to deal with his presence.

But was it a good idea? Twelve years he would be gone. He thought, maybe, that would be going a little too far. And when he got back, he would almost certainly be charged with stowing away and they would probably be able to find out about the death of Anathene and would probably charge him with that. But that would be twelve years from now. That's nearly an eternity, he thought.

As he turned to continue on his way toward the docking bay where he worked, he began to formulate a plan.

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”Why don't you show me your ship?” Sareena said to Stanley.

The two were sitting at a table in the cafe where they had met. They had just finished their evening meal and were getting ready to leave.

”You want to see it?” asked Stanley.

”It was your home for seven years, wasn't it? I feel as though I should at least see it once before it's gone. I want to know what it was like for you.”

”All right,” he said. “Right now?”

”Good a time as any,” she replied.

           They arrived at the docking bay and Stanley proceeded to show Sareena all over the huge starship. They went first to his quarters and to the meeting hall where he had watched the first pictures of Earth coming in, only a couple weeks earlier. He showed her a few of the storage areas and cafeterias. She seemed to be fairly interested in it all, but he wasn't. It was all so familiar to him that it was nearly boring. He had spent so long here, but now that he was back in the middle of a huge civilization, it seemed as if those seven years had slipped by in a matter of hours.

As they were leaving again, they ran into Tyson. “Oh, hello, Mister Peterman,” he said.

”Please: Stanley.”

”I'd like to thank you again for getting me this job.”

”It was no problem.” Stanley looked down at Tyson and noticed he was carrying a blanket and pillow under one arm and a flashlight and paperback novel in the other hand. But they were in the food storage area. Why would he be taking those things here? Stanley shrugged off the question, assuming Tyson had some logical reason.

”I'd like to introduce you to Sareena,” Stanley said.

”Hello,” said Tyson. “You're Spanfell's daughter, correct?”

”That's right,” Sareena replied.

”He talks a lot about you.”

She smiled. “I'm sure he does.”

”Well I really ought to get back to work,” Tyson said. “I guess I'll see you later.”

”Actually, you probably won't,” Stanley said. “We're leaving for Earth in two days.”

”'We'?”

”Yeah, Sareena and I,” replied Stanley, placing a hand on her shoulder.

”All right then, I guess I should say, have a nice life–both of you.”

And they departed. Stanley looked over his shoulder once at Tyson and thought that he sensed something not quite right about the man, but he quickly forgot all about it as he walked out of the ship, his arm around Sareena's shoulders.

第6章

Spanfell saw his daughter coming closer. She was carrying boxes of luggage.

”You're here,” she said when she got to where he stood. “I didn't think you'd come.”

”I had to see you off,” he replied. “I couldn't just let you leave like this, without saying goodbye.”

”Well, I'm glad you came. I couldn't stand the thought of leaving you without letting you know.”

”Are you sure I can't talk you out of this?”

”No, you can't,” she said. “I've made up my mind. It's my decision.”

”You're coming back right?”

”Of course I am.”

”When?”

”I don't know. A couple weeks. Months maybe. It depends on how I like Earth. But I will come back. I promise you, I will return. You know I wouldn't leave you for good. I couldn't do that to you.”

He smiled at her, looked into her eyes. “Yeah, I know.”

But he actually didn't. He did not know if she was ever coming back. He had lived with her for long enough that he knew she could lie right to his face, and did often. He hoped to God that she would return, but her promise did not convince him of that.

”I've got to go check in my baggage now,” she said. “Be back in a second.” She hurried off, lugging her bags along with her.

A few seconds later, Stanley showed up. “You're here,” he said, looking a little nervous.

”Of course. I couldn't let you two leave without saying good-bye.”

”Does this mean you're okay with all this?”

”No, of course not. But at least I know you a little. I know you'll take good care of my daughter.” The two men stared at each other for a moment. “You will, won't you?” Spanfell added.

Stanley shook his head. “No, I won't,” he said. “I think she can take care of herself. You should be trusting in her, not me. She's old enough to make her own decisions.”

Spanfell considered that. He smiled. “Maybe I should try thinking that way.”

A couple minutes later, Sareena returned, empty handed. “Are you all ready to go?” she asked Stanley.

”Yes, I am,” he replied.

The three sat down on a nearby bench in the waiting room of the docking bay, and waited for the boarding call that would announce Sareena and Stanley's shuttle.

When the call finally came, neither Stanley or Sareena immediately got up to leave. After a few moments, Stanley stood and said, “I think I'll go find our seats. You can catch up with me.” He turned to Spanfell. “It's been nice knowing you,” he said, holding out his hand.

Spanfell took it. “You too.”

Stanley walked off, following the small crowd of people boarding the shuttle.

           ”I guess this is good-bye,” Spanfell said.

”Yeah, I suppose it is,” Sareena replied. “I'll be back before you know it.”

He hesitated in his response. “I know you will.”

”I'll miss you,” she said. “You'll call me right?”

He laughed. “Do you have any idea how expensive a call like that would be?”

”But you will won't you?”

”Of course I will.”

”All right then,” she said. “Good-bye”

”Bye.”

He watched her walk off, following the continuing crowd of people, heading towards the shuttle that would take her down to Earth and out of his life. After a while, he moved to a window to watch the departure. A long wait, and he finally heard the docking clamps disengage and he saw the little shuttle emerge from it's place in the side of the station. It moved quickly away and was soon out of sight.

Turning to leave, he noticed a tall, attractive, blond woman had been standing next to him, also watching the departure. He looked around. There was no one else in their immediate vicinity. What the hell, he thought.

He looked at her and said, “Somebody you know on the shuttle?”

She looked at him. “My parents. They were here visiting.”

”Did they like station life?”

She smiled. “They liked being able to jump higher than they could on Earth.”

Spanfell laughed. “That's always the first thing everyone notices about this place.”

She nodded. “That's probably true,” she said and turned back to look out the window.

”So are you married?”

She looked back at him and cocked her head, looking a little stunned. “What?”

He gave her an inquisitive look.

Laughing, she looked down at the floor, then back up at him. “No, I'm not,” she replied.

”So are you free for dinner tonight?”

She put her hand to her face. “I don't believe this,” she said. “You're trying to pick me up.”

”I'm making the attempt,” Spanfell replied.

She shook her head. “No, I don't have any plans for dinner.”

”Would you like to eat with me tonight?”

She nodded. “Yeah, sure. I'd love to.”

”I'm Spanfell.”

”Kelsey,” she said.

They turned for a moment, and looked out the window again. “So who was it that you knew on that shuttle?” Kelsey asked.

”My daughter.”

”She going on vacation?”

”She's going home,” he said.

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The box he chose was a large gray plastic container about the length of a long coffin, but nearly three times as wide as an average coffin. That would provide him with enough room to move around comfortably. Tyson knew he would need to spend at least two and a half weeks in that box.

It was his last day of work. He got his final paycheck transferred to his account and said a few good-byes to his coworkers and went out, looking as though he was leaving the ship, but as soon as no one was looking, he turned back and headed quickly but quietly down the halls toward the food storage area. No one saw him.

He reached the door to the storage area. His anxiety rose as he placed his hand on the security panel. The door slid open and Tyson was relieved that they had not yet taken away his access.

The narrow aisleway was lined on either side with myriad forms of containers, stacked high to the ceiling which was nearly ten meters to the top. Creeping slowly, he found the section that held his selected container. There was a small ladder just to the right of the stack of coffin sized boxes. He began climbing it. His, was the third from the top. He thought now that perhaps he should have chosen the one at the very top, since he wanted to be as far away from anyone that might pass by as possible, but it was too late now. The top container was already stuffed full of–Tyson believed–crackers.

           Opening the door on the side of the container, Tyson peered inside. His stash of stuff was still there. His blanket and pillow; reading material and flashlight; scale, and of course, his three week supply of food and water. He crawled in and closed the door behind him.

Darkness.

He picked up his flashlight and flipped it on. The light illuminated his surroundings very well. He read the little readout on the side of the flashlight. It had three hundred hours worth of battery left. Perfect. Tyson did some calculation in his head and decided that he should keep the light turned off approximately half of the time, in order to conserve the energy and make it last for the duration of the time he would be in here. He didn't think the light would cause him any sort of problem since the hall outside was always brightly lit. It wouldn't tip anybody off to his presence.

Tyson sat cross legged in the middle of his new home, and set the scale he had brought, down on the floor. He weighed the first of the three novels he had brought along and recorded it's weight on the inside of it's front cover. He did this for the next two, concentrating hard, so he could get an exact reading, and recorded their weight on the inside covers. The only way he would be able to tell when the ship had left the station was when the gravity changed. It would probably be too slight for him to notice himself, without the aid of equipment. When the gravity changed, he knew it would be less than forty hours before they were completely out of the solar system and heading at full speed, towards the unknown destination.

It had been nearly three days since he had slept, not because of his anxiety about attempting something like this but because he hadn't allowed himself to sleep. He wanted to be able to rest as much as possible while in the crate. Adjusting his position, he laid his head on his pillow, wrapped the blanket around him, switched off the light and fell instantly into a deep sleep.

第7章

The gravity had changed nearly two days ago. It was time to leave the crate. Taking a deep breath, Tyson kicked open the door, and crawled out. He grasped hold of the ladder to his left and climbed down.

It was like coming out of a cocoon. He was changed somehow, different, metamorphosized. He was starting a new life. Everything looked different to him for some reason even though nothing had actually changed. But in fact it had changed. The ship was no longer docked at Austin Station but was now traveling at some unimaginable speed towards some unimaginable destination. He looked around at his new surroundings and thought, I've made it. I finally escaped. Once and for all.

Tyson quickly left the storeroom, anxious to look over the ship.

At first, nobody he met seemed to pay much attention to him. They treated him as if he was just a part of the crew. Some gave friendly little nods or smiles. Tyson was beginning to think, after a while, that he would simply be able to blend in and nobody would ever find out that he wasn't supposed to be here.

Eventually he found himself entering one of the ships gardens. Somebody approached him. A large, clean shaven man. “Hello,” the man said, giving Tyson an odd sort of confused look. “Who would you be?” he asked.

”My name is Tyson.”

”Tyson? I don't remember anyone by that name on the crew roster. In fact, have I ever seen you before?”

Tyson shrugged.

”Who are you.”

”I told you.”

”What's your job here?”

”Don't have one.”

”You don't have one? You have to have one. Everyone has to have a job here.”

”I was loading some crates before.”

”You're not part of the crew, are you?”

”Nope.”

”Who are you?”

”I told you. Who are you?”

”I'm the captain. You're a stowaway, aren't you?”

”Yup.”

”Oh my God. Do you have any idea what you have done to yourself?”

”Pretty good idea,” Tyson replied.

”Why the hell would you want to stow away on this ship? What kind of an idiot are you?”

”An idiot who wanted to leave the world behind.”

           ”Yeah, well I guess you've certainly done that now haven't you? Didn't you think of all you're leaving behind. You're never going home, do you realize that?”

”What never? Twelve years isn't so long.”

”Twelve years?” the captain said.

”Twelve years till we come back home.”

”Who told you that?”

Tyson paused for a moment. “Stanley Peterman.”

The captain looked surprised. “You know Stanley?”

”Yes.”

”What exactly did he tell you about this trip?”

”He said it was going to take approximately twelve years. His trip took seven. This trip is going a little farther, so it's going to take twelve.”

”Wrong.”

”What?” Tyson replied.

”You're friend, Stan, was mistaken.”

”What?”

”You're not going home.”

”What?”

”This journey isn't twelve years long. It's as long as we make it. Our destination in unknown. We will go until we find an inhabitable planet somewhere out there, then we will stop. We won't be going back. Not ever. And we can't turn back just for you.”

Oh, my God, Tyson thought. What have I gotten myself into?

”It looks like you just made a life changing decision, there buddy.”

”It was kind of a snap decision, I guess,” said Tyson.

”A snap decision can still change your life forever.”

”I know all about that,” Tyson said.

The captain smiled and shook his head. “Come on,” he said. “I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew. They're going to have to meet you sooner or later.”

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The glass door slid quietly open. Sareena pushed her walker in front of her, out onto the porch of Stanley's house. The cold suddenly hit her and a shiver ran down through her body. That was something she would have to get used to. On Earth, the temperature is not always perfect. She ignored the chill and stepped outside. She let the door close automatically behind her.

Staring up at the night sky, she saw the stars. They were much dimmer here, than they had been when she looked at them from Austin Station. It was the atmosphere between her and them that was making them appear less bright. She thought about that. But there was nothing solid between her and the stars. There was no glass window separating them. 沒有。 She felt as if she could reach out and touch one of them. Nothing would stop her.

She wondered if one of those tiny sparkles was actually the world she had left behind. Can you see the habitat worlds from the planet's surface? She liked to believe that you could. She liked to think that she could still look up at the night sky and see Austin Station there, somewhere.

She wasn't going home. She knew that now. How could she? She was happier now, than she had ever been in her life. Heavier–much, much heavier–so heavy, in fact, that she could barely stand straight without the help of her walker. But she knew that would pass. In a few months she would grow strong and be able to walk erect without any help at all.

Glancing at Stanley who was sound asleep in the bed, she thought about the life she had left behind. She thought about school, about her father, about what it had been like to wander aimlessly around the station. That world was gone, now. She missed it, but she knew that what lay ahead for her, here, would be much greater. Everything on this world was totally new, unexplored. There were myriad things to do, things to experience.

It had been a rash, snap decision to leave the station, but she knew it had been the right one. It was a decision made in an instant, but one that would affect her life more than any other decision she had ever made.

Quietly, she turned and walked back inside the house.

This was her home now.