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suffered from the heat of a nova, Breslaw. And this solid titanium shell of
mine has proved to be no sanctuary against injury ... and the perversions of
man."
Breslaw sank to the couch, utterly deflated. Of the others, only
Parollan suffered neither embarrassment nor chagrin. He had jerked his head
toward her column, at her rebuttal. His lips were set in too bitter a line
even for the cynical supervisor. For a moment, his eyes were unguarded,
reflecting a physical pain and an expression Helva had seen once before, in
the eyes of a dying man.
It was he who broke the silence, speaking in a heavy, tried voice.
"There's been no attempt to mask the danger involved, Helva. And we've tried
to make an unwieldly forest of restrictions work for you. It would be more
advantageous for you to extend the original contract than to enter a
completely new one. You can check your files on that if you doubt me. We can
amend some of the old clauses. We cannot change any of the new. Now have the
courtesy to hear us out and then a simple yes or no is all that's required."
He sounded indifferent to that decision now, and she couldn't understand why.
Dobrinon cleared his throat and walked slowly toward her column as if
gathering his disrupted thoughts.
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"The projected mission to Beta Corvi had multiple purposes, Helva, every one
needing abilities, talents, and background that pointed inexorably to you.
I'll explain those that relate to my sphere of activity.
"I believe we could condition future observers to withstand the psychological
disorientation of Corviki transfers, if we had some idea of the change taking
place in the human psyche that has been retained in the Corviki entity. Yes,
this is asking for a double portion of your soul's flesh, Helva, but I have an
altruistic reason for asking you to return there. Parollan and I
are both positive that if you could return and reassure yourself as to the
integration ... or disintegration, of the personalities of Solar Prane, Kurla
Ster, Chadress and Ansra Cohner in their Corviki environment, you might be
able to resolve the sense of guilt and failure that resulted from the outcome
of the first mission.
"You are the best qualified, if not the only person capable of recognizing the
immigrants." Dobrinon gave a faint smile at his description.
It was apt, Helva thought, trying not to admit how the notion of a return
scared, and tempted, her. "Now, Davo Fillanaser has volunteered to return.
But, frankly, his psyche profile indicates a deep trauma. I suspect that he
would ... ah, immigrate, too."
"Very unsettling, I assure you," Helva said. She didn't like the mental
picture of Davo Fillanaser's body stretched out, uninhabited, on a couch. But,
if Prane and Kurla and Chadress were content as Corviki ... Helva forced her
mind away. "Well, it's obvious we are going to need Corviki help if we are to
play with their toys without damaging the entire galaxy. I assume my psyche
profile was run through and you feel you can trust me to return?"
"Yes." Dobrinon's answer was prompt and firm.
"Even after the Borealis sense deprivation?"
"I'd hazard the guess that the Corviki experience helped you during that
episode."
"Shrewd of you, Dobrinon. We are all, are we not, the sum of our experiences.
Which brings me to a sordid subject. I assume, Commander Breslaw, that the CV
factor will be installed in my drive chambers before I undertake a return to
Beta Corvi?"
"Yes, that would be a necessity. How else could they assess our application of
their data?"
"And the cost of such an installation?"
Breslaw glanced nervously at Railly. The Chief inclined his head. "We can't
determine the exact cost. The experimental vessel was rebuilt several times.
Shielding is reinforced, structural members doubled, a new alloy on the hull.
Well, I'd estimate in the neighborhood of 500,000 galactic credits."
He had the grace to look appalled, Helva noticed, although the staggering cost
left her relatively unmoved. After all, she'd paid off more than that already.
"That would be if I contracted immediately?"
"Yes."
"And about twice that if the old contract lapsed?"
"I expect so." Breslaw closed his folders disconsolately as if he had now
abandoned all hope of this project. This kind of pessimism irritated Helva
immeasurably.
"However, Helva, if you extend the old contract, we are in a position to flex
any conditions that bind a person of your proved abilities," Railly said
smoothly.
"Don't pressure me, Railly. I haven't considered all the angles from my point
of view."
That was not true. She had made up her mind. She'd make Railly flex those
conditions that bound a person of her proved ability until SPRIM and
Double M could hear regulations cracking.
Parollan had certainly cooked up a real tight orbit for her. And she'd bet her
next bonus that he knew exactly what an effect Breslaw's description of that
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power source would have on her. He didn't miss a trick, that one.
He'd've seen the justice of enslaving a nova to her bidding after what Ravel's
sun had done to Jennan, And he certainly had pointed out that guilt resolution
gimmick to Dobrinon. Well, she'd show this egotistical, self-assured,
domineering, machiavellian refugee from a heavy-world ... Helva brought her
polemic to an abrupt halt. And stared down at Parollan.
His face was drawn into dark lines of strain and exhaustion. There was no
trace in the slumped shoulders of the arrogant manipulator who called her
bluff by being ready to walk out before he'd even started. There was no
malicious gleam in the back of the unguarded eyes apathetically turned on her
column. He must know he'd won! And, sure of her interest, was he regretting
his machinations? He certainly looked as if he regretted something from
somewhere in his ill-starred past.
Fine time to feel sorry for Niall Parollan! She must keep firmly in mind that
they wanted her very badly indeed, for some pretty substantial reasons, and
they were going to have to pay for her.
"I assume that the probability curve is high in my favor?" she broke the
silence to ask.
Railly nodded.
"As I mentioned," Dobrinon said quickly, "you are the most likely person to
identify the immigrants if there is any trace of their previous personality in
the Corviki entities."
"You don't think there will be?"
Dobrinon shrugged. "How can one gauge the depth of transfer with totally alien
structure and psychology? As a human, I prefer to think some vestige of the
humanoid remains. I recommend, however, that your initial contact be extremely
brief. That is," he amended discreetly, "if you decide to undertake this
mission. Under no circumstances would you be asked to jeopardize yourself in
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