Part 10 (2/2)
”Where are you?” Houston asked aloud, just to hear his own voice. He knew the other couldn't hear the words which echoed so hollowly inside the bubble of the s.p.a.cesuit helmet, but the thought behind them would carry.
”You mean with relation to yourself?” came the answer. ”I don't know. I can see several rocks around me, but I can't tell which one you're on.”
Houston could tell now that the other person was talking aloud, too. So great was the illusion carried to his own brain that it almost seemed as though he could hear the voice with his ears.
”Then there are others around us?” Houston asked.
”Sure. There were three of us: a Hawaiian named Jerry Matsukuo; a girl from Bombay, Sonali Siddhartha; and myself, Juan Pedro de Cadiz. Jerry and Sonali are taking a little nap. You're the first of your group to wake up.”
”My group?”
”Certainly, my friend. There are five of you; the other four must still be unconscious.”
Four? That would be La.s.ser, Sager, Pederson, and--_and Dorrine!_
Juan Pedro de Cadiz picked up the whole thought-process easily.
”The girl--I'm sorry,” he said. ”But the other three--of us all, I think, they deserve this.”
”Juan!” came another thought-voice. ”Have our newcomers awakened?”
”Just one of them, my sweet,” replied the Spaniard. ”Sonali, may I present Mr. David Houston. Mr. Houston, the lovely Sonali Siddhartha.”
”Juano has a habit of jumping to conclusions, David,” said the girl.
”He's never even seen me, and I'm sure that after three weeks of being locked in this prison whatever beauty I may have had has disappeared.”
”Your thoughts are beautiful, Sonali,” said Juan Pedro, ”and with us, that is all that counts.”
”It is written,” said a third voice, ”that he who disturbs the slumber of his betters will wake somebody up. You people are giving me dreams, with your ceaseless mental chatter.”
”Ah!” the Spaniard said. ”Mr. Matsukuo, may I--”
”I heard, Romeo, I heard,” said the Hawaiian. ”An ex-cop, eh? I wonder if I like you? I'll take a few thousand years to think it over; in the meantime, you may treat me as a friend.”
”I'll try to live down my reputation,” said Houston.
It was an odd feeling. Physically, he was alone. Around him, he could see nothing but the blackness of s.p.a.ce and the glitter of the stars. He knew that the sun must be s.h.i.+ning on the back of his own personal asteroid, but he couldn't see it. As far as his body was concerned, there was nothing else in the universe but a chunk of pitted rock and a set of chains.
But mentally, he felt snug and warm, safe in the security of good friends. He felt--
”David! David! Help me! Oh, David, David, David!”
It was Dorrine, coming up from her slumber. Like a cras.h.i.+ng blare of static across the neural band, her wakening mind burst into sudden telepathic activity.
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