Part 23 (1/2)

”I do need perspective. I've never had to deal on such a vast basis before. Her father and I corresponded regularly while she was growing up. It simply never occurred to me to think about the transit time between letters, and it was a long time! It's faster to fly FTL, but for me to think of travelling all that distance to a place, when I might not find her at the end of the journey . . . Fiona is too precious to me to allow me to think clearly. Thank you for your clear sight.” Lunzie stood up. ”And, Wilkins? Thank you for not a.s.suming that she's dead.”

”You don't believe she is. One of your other clues is your own insight. Trust it.” The edges of the thin moustache lifted in an encouraging smile. ”Good luck, Lunzie.”

The child-care centre was full of joyful chaos. Small humans chased other youngsters around the padded floor, shouting, careening off foam-core furniture, and narrowly missing the two adults who crouched in one of the conversation rings, trying to stay out of the way.

”Vigul!” Satia cried. ”Let go of Tlink's tentacle and he will let go of your hair. Now!” She clapped her hands sharply, ignoring the disappointed ”Abatants. ”They are normally good, but occasionally things get out of hand.”

”They're probably acting up in the presence of a stranger - me!” Lunzie said, smiling.

Satia sighed. ”I'm glad the Weft parents weren't around to see that. He's so young, he doesn't know yet that it's considered bad manners by his people to shape-s.h.i.+ft in public. I'd rather that he learn to be himself with other children. It shows that he trusts them. That's good.” Beside Lunzie in his cot, Satia's infant son Omi twisted and stretched restlessly in his sleep. She picked up the infant and cradled him gently against her chest, his head resting on her shoulder. He subsided, sucking one tiny fist stuffed halfway into his mouth. Lunzie smiled down at him. She remembered Fiona at that age. She'd been in medical school, and every day carried the baby with her to cla.s.s. Lunzie joyed in the closeness of the infant cradled in the snuggle pack, heartbeat to heartbeat with her. That perfect little life, like an exotic flower, that she'd created. The teachers made smiling reference to the youngest cla.s.s member, who was often the first example of young humankind that an alien student ever encountered. Fiona was so good. She never cried during lectures, though she fretted occasionally in exams, seeming to sense Lunzie's own apprehension. Harshly, Lunzie put those thoughts from her mind. Those days were gone. Fiona was an adult. Lunzie must learn to think of her that way.

Omi snuggled in, removing the fist from his mouth for a tiny yawn and popping it back again. Lunzie hugged him, and shook her head aggressively. ”I refuse to believe that Fiona is dead. I cannot, will not give up hope.” She sighed. ”But Wilkins is right. I've got to be patient, but it'll be the hardest thing I've ever done.” Lunzie grinned ruefully. ”None of my family is good at being patient. It's why we all become doctors. I have a lot to learn, and unlearn, too. Schoolwork will help me keep my mind in order.”

”I'll miss you,” Satia said. ”We have become friends, I think. You'll always have a home here, if you want one.”

”I don't think I'll ever have a home again,” Lunzie said sadly, thinking of the vastness of the star map. ”But thank you for the offer. It means a great deal to me.” Gently, she laid the baby back in his cot. ”You know, I went to see Jilet, the miner I was treating for agoraphobia before the Nellie Mine Nellie Mine crashed. He's still hale and healthy, at ninety-two, good for another thirty years at least. His hair is white, and his chest has slipped into his belly, but I still recognized him on sight. Illin Romsey is his grandson. He prospected for some fifty years after his shuttle was rescued, and now he's working as a deck supervisor. I was glad to see him looking so well.” Her lips twitched in a mirthless smile. ”He didn't remember me. Not at all.” crashed. He's still hale and healthy, at ninety-two, good for another thirty years at least. His hair is white, and his chest has slipped into his belly, but I still recognized him on sight. Illin Romsey is his grandson. He prospected for some fifty years after his shuttle was rescued, and now he's working as a deck supervisor. I was glad to see him looking so well.” Her lips twitched in a mirthless smile. ”He didn't remember me. Not at all.”

Astris Alexandria University was delighted to accept an application for continuing education from one of their alumna, but they were obviously taken aback when Lunzie, dressed very casually and carrying her own luggage, arrived in the administration office to enroll for cla.s.ses. Lunzie caught the admissions secretary surrept.i.tiously running her identification to verify her ident.i.ty.

”I'm sorry for the abrupt reception, Doctor Mespil, but frankly, considering your age, we were expecting someone rather more mature in appearance. We only wanted to make sure. May I ask, have you been taking radical rejuvenative therapy?”

”My age? I'm thirty-four,” Lunzie stated briskly. ”I've been in cold sleep.”

”Oh, I see. But for our records, ninety-six years have pa.s.sed since your birth. I'm afraid your I.D. code bracelet and transcripts will reflect that,” the registrar offered with concern. ”I will make a note for the files regarding your circ.u.mstances and physical age, if you request.”

Lunzie held up a hand. ”No, thank you. I'm not that vain. If it doesn't confuse anyone, I can live without a footnote. There's another matter with which you can help me. What sort of student housing, bed and board, can the University provide? I'm looking for quarters as inexpensive as I can get, so long as it still has communication capability and library access and storage. I'll even share sanitary facilities, if needed. I have few personal possessions, and I'm easy enough to get along with.”

The registrar seemed puzzled. ”I would have thought . . . your own apartment, or a private domicile ...”

”Unfortunately, no. I need to leave as much of my capital resources as possible free to cope with a personal matter. I'm cutting back on all non-essentials.”

Clearly, the woman's sense of outrage regarding the dignity and priorities of Astris Alexandria alumni was kindled against Lunzie. She was too casual, too careless of her person. Her only luggage was the pair of small and dowdy synth-fabric duffel's slung across the back of the opulent office chair in which she sat. Not at all what one would expect of a senior graduate of this elite seat of learning.

To Lunzie's relief, her cases had been kept in vacuum temperatures in remote storage on the Mining Platform, so that none of her good fibre-fabric clothes were perished or parasite-eaten. She didn't care what sort of state the University wanted her to keep. Now that she had acknowledged her goals, she could once more take command of her own life as she had been accustomed to doing. Austerity didn't bother her. She preferred a spare environment. She had felt helpless on the Descartes platform, in spite of everyone's kindness. This was a familiar venue. Here she knew just exactly how much power the authorities had, and how much was empty protest. She kept her expression neutral and waited patiently.

”Well,” the woman allowed, at last. ”There is a quad dormitory with only a Weft trio sharing it at present. There is a double room with one s.p.a.ce opening up. The tenant is being graduated, and the room will be clear within two weeks, when the new term begins. One room of a six-room suite in a mixed-species residence hall. ...”

”Which is the cheapest?” Lunzie asked, abruptly cutting short the registrar's recitation. She smiled sweetly at the woman's scowl.

With a look of utter disapproval, the registrar put her screen on Search. The screen blurred, then stopped scrolling as one entry centred itself and flashed. ”A third share of a University-owned apartment. The other two current tenants are human. But it is rather far away from campus.”

”I don't mind. As long as it has a roof and a cot, I'll be happy.”

Juggling an armful of doc.u.ment cubes and plas-sheet evaluation forms as well as her bags, Lunzie let herself into the small foyer of her new home. The building was old, predating Lunzie's previous University term. It made her feel at home to see something that hadn't changed appreciably. The old-fas.h.i.+oned textboard in the building's entryhall flashed with personal messages for the students who lived there, and a new line had already appeared at the bottom, adding her name and a message of welcome, followed by a typical bureaucratic admonishment to turn in her equivalency tests as soon as possible. The building was fairly quiet. Most of the inhabitants would have day cla.s.ses or jobs to attend to.

Her unit was on the ninth level of the fifty-story hall. The turbovator whooshed satisfyingly to its destination, finis.h.i.+ng up on her doorstep with a slight jerk and a noisy rattle, not silently as the unnerving lifts aboard the Platform had. Neither of her room-mates was home. The apartment was of reasonably good size, clean, though typically untidy. The shelves were cluttered with the typical impedimenta of teenagers. It made her feel almost as if she were living with Fiona again. One of the tenants enjoyed building scale models. Several were hung from the ceiling, low enough that Lunzie was glad she wasn't five inches taller.

A little searching revealed that the vacant sleeping chamber was the smallest one closest to the food synthesiser. She unpacked and took off her travel-soiled clothes. The weather, one of the things that Lunzie had always loved about Astris Alexandria, was mild and warm most of the year in the University province, so she happily shed the heavier trousers she had worn on the transport, and laid out a light skirt.

The trousers were badly creased, and could use cleaning. Lunzie felt she would be the better for a good wash, too. She a.s.sumed that all the standard cleaning machinery would be available in the lavatory. She gathered up toiletries, laundry, and her dusty boots.

In the lavatory, Lunzie stared with dismay at the amenities. Instead of being comfortably familiar, they were spankingly brand new. The building's facilities had been very recently updated, even newer and stranger than the ones Descartes furnished to its living quarters. If it hadn't been for Satia's patient help on the Platform, she would not now have the faintest idea what she was looking at. There were enough similarities between them for her to figure out how to use these without causing a minor disaster.

While her clothes were being processed, she slipped on fresh garments and sat down at the console in her bedroom. She logged on to the library system, and requested an I.D. number which would give her access to the library from any console on the planet. Automatically, she applied for an increase in the standard student's allotment of long-term memory storage from 320K to 2048K, and opened an account in the Looking-GLa.s.s program. If there was any stored data about Fiona anywhere, the Galactic Library All-Search System, GLa.s.s, as it was fondly known, would find it. As an icon to luck, she set Fiona's hologram on top of the console.

LOOKING-GLa.s.s LOG-ON (2851.0917 Standard) scrolled up on her screen.

She typed in Query Missing Person NAME Fiona Mespil DOB/RACE/s.e.x/S,PO 2775.0903/ human/female/Astris Alexandria Query Missing Person NAME Fiona Mespil DOB/RACE/s.e.x/S,PO 2775.0903/ human/female/Astris Alexandria She had been born right here at the University, so that was her planet of origin. She had been born right here at the University, so that was her planet of origin. Current location requested. LOCATION SUBJECT LAST SEEN? Current location requested. LOCATION SUBJECT LAST SEEN? Lunzie paused for a moment, then entered: Lunzie paused for a moment, then entered: Last verifiable location, Tau Ceti colony, 2789.1215. Last presumed location. Phoenix colony, 2851.0421. Last verifiable location, Tau Ceti colony, 2789.1215. Last presumed location. Phoenix colony, 2851.0421. The screen went blank for a moment as GLa.s.s digested her request. Lunzie entered a command for the program to dump its findings into her a.s.signed memory storage and pre- pared to log off. The screen went blank for a moment as GLa.s.s digested her request. Lunzie entered a command for the program to dump its findings into her a.s.signed memory storage and pre- pared to log off.

Suddenly, the screen chimed and scrolled up a display of dates and entries, with the heading; MESPIL, FIONA.

TRANSCRIPT OF EDUCATION (REVERSE CHRONOLOGICAL).

2802 GRANTED DEGREE CERTIFICATE IN BIOTECHNOLOGY, ASTRIS ALEXANDRIA UNIVERSITY.

2797 GRANTED DEGREE CERTIFICATE IN VIROLOGY, ASTRIS ALEXANDRIA.

UNIVERSITY.

2795 ASTRIS ALEXANDRIA UNIVERSITY, GRADUATED WITH HONORS, M.D.

[GENERAL].

2792 GRADUATED MARSBASE SECONDARY SCHOOL EDUCATION SYSTEM,.

GRADUATED GENERAL CERTIFICATE.

2791 TAU CETI EDUCATION SYSTEM, TRANSFERRED.

2787 CAPELLA PRIMARY SCHOOL EDUCATION SYSTEM, GRADUATED.

Following was a list of courses and grades. Lunzie let out a shout of joy. Records existed right here on Astris Alexandria! She hadn't expected to see anything come up yet. She was only laying the groundwork for her information search. The search was beginning to bear fruit already. Save Save, she commanded the computer.

”I should have known,” she said, shaking her head. ”I might have known she'd come here to Astris, after all the hype I'd given the place.” The first successful step in her search! For the first time, Lunzie truly felt confident. A celebration was in order. She surveyed the apartment, and advanced smiling on the food synthesiser. One success deserved another.

”Now,” she said, rubbing her hands together. ”I am going to teach you you how to make coffee.” how to make coffee.”

An hour or so later, she had a potful of murky brew that somewhat resembled coffee, though it was so bitter she had to program a healthy dose of a mellowing sweetener with which to dilute it. There was caffeine in the stuff, at any rate. She was satisfied, though still disappointed that the formula for coffee had disappeared from use over the last sixty years. Still, there was a School of Nutrition in the University. Someone must still have coffee on record. She considered ordering a meal, but decided against it. If the food was anything like she remembered it, she wasn't that hungry. Synthesised food always tasted flat to her, and the school synth machines were notoriously bad. She had no reason to believe that their reputation - or performance - had improved in her absence.

When time permitted, Lunzie planned to treat herself to some real planet-grown food. Astris Alexandria had always produced tasty legumes and greens, and perhaps, she thought hopefully, the farm community had even branched out into coffee bushes. Like all civilised citizens of the FSP, Lunzie ate only foods of vegetable origin, disdaining meats as a vestige of barbaric history. She hoped neither of her roommates was a throwback, though the Housing Committee would undoubtedly have seen to it that such students would be isolated, out of consideration to others.

Following the instructions of the plas-sheets, she logged into the University's computer system and signed up for a battery of tests designed to evaluate her skills and potential. The keyboard had a well-used feel, and Lunzie quickly found herself rattling along at a clip. One of the regulations which had not existed in her time was registration qualification: enrolment for certain cla.s.ses was restricted to those who qualified through the examinations. Lunzie noted with irritation that several of the courses which she wanted to take fell into that category. The rationale, translated from the bureaucratese, was that s.p.a.ce was so limited in these courses that the University wanted to guarantee that the students who signed up for them would be the ones who would get the most out of them. Even if she pa.s.sed the exams, there was no guarantee that she could get in immediately. Lunzie gave a resigned shrug. Until she had a good lead on finding Fiona, she was filed here. There was no hurry. She started to punch in a request for the first exam.

”h.e.l.lo?” a tentative voice called from the door.

”Come?” Lunzie answered, peering over the edge of the console.