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a mirror of himself, but he put it on me. It's like — like — " He slammed his palm against the console. "He's a thief. Of my soul." He pointed at the sculpture. "That's me. No matter where I go or what I do, as long as that exists he owns me."
Sweat was dripping down her face. "I can't guarantee I'll find all his backups."
"If anyone can, it's you." He clenched his fists. "He owes me. And for him, losing his 'masterpiece' will be a punishment worse than dying."
Soz strode to the console and went to work, making hieroglyphics ripple across its panels in garish displays. She didn't waste time pulling out her wrist socket; instead, she hauled off her boot and set her foot on the console, showing no strain with the contorted position as she plugged a prong from the console into her ankle socket.
Seconds passed.
Longer.
Waiting.
"Got it!" Soz jerked out the prong. "Downloaded one copy into my internal memory for you. Erased everything else." She yanked on her boot. "Now let's go."
They ran across the studio to the cliff door. As they stepped outside, into the blasting wind, she stared down the stairs. "No rail."
Jato struggled to keep his balance, fighting the gales and his venom-induced dizziness. "I'll go first. If I fall, I won't hit you. You're light enough so if you fall you probably won't knock me off."
"All right." Her voice sounded thick.
He had expected her to insist on going first. His gut reaction ignored the obvious; she was part computer and machines worked on logic rather than heroics.
Clutching his statue, he started down the stairs. An abyss of air and rushing wind surrounded them, turbulent, violent. Step. Step again. He took it slow, halting when waves of dizziness hit.
Step.
Step again.
Scrapes came from above and he jerked his head up to see Soz lose her footing. Lunging for her, he lost his own balance and stumbled on the step, teetering over the void. Lurching back, he reeled to the step's inner edge, where he fell to one knee and found himself staring down the shaft of air in the center of the spiral.
"Jato?" Soz rasped.
He took a breath, looking up to see her kneeling on the step above him.
"You all right?" he asked. She nodded and they got up, then continued their descent.
The wind was probably cold, but with the fever burning in his body he couldn't tell. He moved in a haze of nausea and dizziness.
Step.
Step again.
Step —
No step. He looked down. They had reached the bottom.
Soz made a strangled sound and sagged against his back, grabbing him around the waist with both arms to keep from falling. Turning, he put his arm around her for support.
They walked around Nightingale, far enough outside the city to let darkness cloak them. His legs strained to run but he held back, not only because his poisoned body couldn't keep such a pace but also because it would draw attention. A couple strolling arm-in-arm along a romantic path was one thing; two people running was another.
He motioned at the tubes on her boots. "What's in those things?"
"Liquid nitrogen." She sounded hoarse. "With disassemblers to boost its effect. It freezes what it hits and the chompers eat it. They're less specialized than the ones in my body, which makes them more dangerous, but they dissolve after exposure to air."
"How did you free your hands? Do the chompers in your sweat eat leather after all?"
"No." She grimaced. "Mine are far too specific. Anything general enough to take apart a material as heterogenous as animal hide would probably take apart our hides too." She showed him the broken chain on her manacle. "Feel."
He ran his finger along the jagged edge. "It's sharp."
"So was the part on the ledge. I rubbed the thong against it until it cut the leather."
"No tech that time," he said. "Just brains."
She smiled wanly. Sweat soaked her collar and she walked stiffly, her legs controlled by the hydraulics inside her body.
The starport was so small it had no terminals, just a gate at the airfield
Sweat was dripping down her face. "I can't guarantee I'll find all his backups."
"If anyone can, it's you." He clenched his fists. "He owes me. And for him, losing his 'masterpiece' will be a punishment worse than dying."
Soz strode to the console and went to work, making hieroglyphics ripple across its panels in garish displays. She didn't waste time pulling out her wrist socket; instead, she hauled off her boot and set her foot on the console, showing no strain with the contorted position as she plugged a prong from the console into her ankle socket.
Seconds passed.
Longer.
Waiting.
"Got it!" Soz jerked out the prong. "Downloaded one copy into my internal memory for you. Erased everything else." She yanked on her boot. "Now let's go."
They ran across the studio to the cliff door. As they stepped outside, into the blasting wind, she stared down the stairs. "No rail."
Jato struggled to keep his balance, fighting the gales and his venom-induced dizziness. "I'll go first. If I fall, I won't hit you. You're light enough so if you fall you probably won't knock me off."
"All right." Her voice sounded thick.
He had expected her to insist on going first. His gut reaction ignored the obvious; she was part computer and machines worked on logic rather than heroics.
Clutching his statue, he started down the stairs. An abyss of air and rushing wind surrounded them, turbulent, violent. Step. Step again. He took it slow, halting when waves of dizziness hit.
Step.
Step again.
Scrapes came from above and he jerked his head up to see Soz lose her footing. Lunging for her, he lost his own balance and stumbled on the step, teetering over the void. Lurching back, he reeled to the step's inner edge, where he fell to one knee and found himself staring down the shaft of air in the center of the spiral.
"Jato?" Soz rasped.
He took a breath, looking up to see her kneeling on the step above him.
"You all right?" he asked. She nodded and they got up, then continued their descent.
The wind was probably cold, but with the fever burning in his body he couldn't tell. He moved in a haze of nausea and dizziness.
Step.
Step again.
Step —
No step. He looked down. They had reached the bottom.
Soz made a strangled sound and sagged against his back, grabbing him around the waist with both arms to keep from falling. Turning, he put his arm around her for support.
They walked around Nightingale, far enough outside the city to let darkness cloak them. His legs strained to run but he held back, not only because his poisoned body couldn't keep such a pace but also because it would draw attention. A couple strolling arm-in-arm along a romantic path was one thing; two people running was another.
He motioned at the tubes on her boots. "What's in those things?"
"Liquid nitrogen." She sounded hoarse. "With disassemblers to boost its effect. It freezes what it hits and the chompers eat it. They're less specialized than the ones in my body, which makes them more dangerous, but they dissolve after exposure to air."
"How did you free your hands? Do the chompers in your sweat eat leather after all?"
"No." She grimaced. "Mine are far too specific. Anything general enough to take apart a material as heterogenous as animal hide would probably take apart our hides too." She showed him the broken chain on her manacle. "Feel."
He ran his finger along the jagged edge. "It's sharp."
"So was the part on the ledge. I rubbed the thong against it until it cut the leather."
"No tech that time," he said. "Just brains."
She smiled wanly. Sweat soaked her collar and she walked stiffly, her legs controlled by the hydraulics inside her body.
The starport was so small it had no terminals, just a gate at the airfield
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