Part 16 (2/2)

”I can switch it off,” Kim said. She looked worried, and I really started to grasp how important the Mansion was to the people we were recruiting, how much of a privilege we were offering them.

”Leave it rolling,” I said. ”Let's show the world how it's done.”

We led Kim into a utilidor and down to costuming. She was half-naked by the time we got there, literally tearing off her clothes in antic.i.p.ation of getting into character. Sonya, a Liberty Square ad-hoc that we'd stashed at costuming, already had clothes waiting for her, a rotting maid's uniform with an oversized toolbelt.

We left Kim on the scaffolding, energetically troweling a water-based cement subst.i.tute onto the wall, sc.r.a.ping it off and moving to a new spot. It looked boring to me, but I could believe that we'd have to tear her away when the time came.

We went back to trawling the Net for the next candidate.

By lunchtime, there were ten drilling, hammering, troweling new castmembers around the scaffolding, pus.h.i.+ng black wheelbarrows, singing ”Grim Grinning Ghosts” and generally having a high old time.

”This'll do,” I said to Dan. I was exhausted and soaked with sweat, and the transdermal under my costume itched. Despite the happy-juice in my bloodstream, a streak of uncastmemberly crankiness was shot through my mood. I needed to get offstage.

Dan helped me hobble away, and as we hit the utilidor, he whispered in my ear, ”This was a great idea, Julius. Really.”

We jumped a tram over to Imagineering, my chest swollen with pride.

Suneep had three of his a.s.sistants working on the first generation of mobile telepresence robots for the exterior, and had promised a prototype for that afternoon. The robots were easy enough -- just off- the-shelf stuff, really -- but the costumes and kinematics routines were something else. Thinking about what he and Suneep's gang of hypercreative super-geniuses would come up with cheered me up a little, as did being out of the public eye.

Suneep's lab looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Imagineer packs rolled in and out with arcane gizmos, or formed tight argumentative knots in the corners as they shouted over whatever their HUDs were displaying. In the middle of it all was Suneep, who looked like he was barely restraining an urge to shout Yippee! He was clearly in his element.

He threw his arms open when he caught sight of Dan and me, threw them wide enough to embrace the whole mad, gibbering chaos. ”What wonderful flumgubbery!” he shouted, over the noise.

”Sure is,” I agreed. ”How's the prototype coming?”

Suneep waved absently, his short fingers describing trivialities in the air. ”In due time, in due time. I've put that team onto something else, a kinematics routine for a cla.s.s of flying spooks that use gasbags to stay aloft -- silent and scary. It's old spy-tech, and the retrofit's coming tremendously. Take a look!” He pointed a finger at me and, presumably, squirted some data my way.

”I'm offline,” I reminded him gently.

He slapped his forehead, took a moment to push his hair off his face, and gave me an apologetic wave. ”Of course, of course. Here.” He unrolled an LCD and handed it to me. A flock of spooks danced on the screen, rendered against the ballroom scene. They were thematically consistent with the existing Mansion ghosts, more funny than scary, and their faces were familiar. I looked around the lab and realized that they'd caricatured various Imagineers.

”Ah! You noticed,” Suneep said, rubbing his hands together. ”A very good joke, yes?”

”This is terrific,” I said, carefully. ”But I really need some robots up and running by tomorrow night, Suneep. We discussed this, remember?”

Without telepresence robots, my recruiting would be limited to fans like Kim, who lived in the area. I had broader designs than that.

Suneep looked disappointed. ”Of course. We discussed it. I don't like to stop my people when they have good ideas, but there's a time and a place. I'll put them on it right away. Leave it to me.”

Dan turned to greet someone, and I looked to see who it was. Lil. Of course. She was racc.o.o.n-eyed with fatigue, and she reached out for Dan's hand, saw me, and changed her mind.

”Hi, guys,” she said, with studied casualness.

”Oh, h.e.l.lo!” said Suneep. He fired his finger at her -- the flying ghosts, I imagined. Lil's eyes rolled up for a moment, then she nodded exhaustedly at him.

”Very good,” she said. ”I just heard from Lisa. She says the indoor crews are on-schedule. They've got most of the animatronics dismantled, and they're taking down the gla.s.s in the Ballroom now.” The Ballroom ghost effects were accomplished by means of a giant pane of polished gla.s.s that laterally bisected the room. The Mansion had been built around it -- it was too big to take out in one piece. ”They say it'll be a couple days before they've got it cut up and ready to remove.”

A pocket of uncomfortable silence descended on us, the roar of the Imagineers rus.h.i.+ng in to fill it.

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