Part 4 (1/2)

Mogurn smiled. ”Quite so. As I spoke of before.” He glanced at his pipe and set it aside. ”And now.” He rose and stood before her, and in his hand was a small gleaming cylinder with a dull grey sphere attached to one end. His eyes searched hers briefly. ”You've gotten us off to a good start on this trip, Jael. So I especially want you to enjoy this first experience with the pallisp.” He glanced down at the instrument in his hand.

She followed his glance with suspicion. Drawing back a little, she pressed her lips together. ”What is that?”

”This is the pallisp, Jael.” He tilted his head. ”It will not harm you.” He rubbed at a tic in the corner of his left eye.

”Maybe not,” she said doubtfully. ”But I don't want to just use it without knowing what it is. You said it was a learning device, a learningmethod. ”

”Yes, Jael. Precisely. It is a synaptic enhancement device, specially designed for riggers. It triggers relaxation reflexes in the mind. You should find it restful, and pleasurable. Isn't that all right?” Mogurn peered at her wonderingly, and perhaps impatiently.

Jael shrugged. ”I guess so. But what's that have to do with learning?”

Mogurn pursed his lips. ”A fair question. The relaxation is only the outward sensation. If you're like most individuals who use it, it will gradually sharpen those very sensitivities that serve you so well in the net.

Over time, this pallisp will make you a better rigger, Jael.”She wondered fleetingly why, if it was so good, she had never heard of the pallisp before. It was possible, of course, that a device common on another world simply had not been introduced to Gaston's Landing, which if truth be told was little more than a backwater colony. But if that was the case ...

She had no more time to think about it, because Mogurn was extending the pallisp toward her right shoulder. She felt a small wave of pleasurable radiation from it, and pulled away. ”Wait!” she protested.

”What is it now?” he demanded.

She struggled to put words to her fear. ”Are you sure this isn't ... harmful?”

Mogurn sighed as he shook his head. ”I told you. No.”

Jael frowned. She wanted to trust him, but ...

”This is to make you a better rigger, Jael. That's in both of our interests, isn't it? Now, may we begin?

Bend your head down and pull your hair away from the back of your neck.”

Taking a deep breath, she did as she was told. Mogurn stood close to her and touched the ball of the pallisp to the back of her neck. She s.h.i.+vered with a sensation of warmth, though the touch of the ball was cool. The ball came to rest against the hollow at the base of her skull. The warmth blossomed, flowed first into her brain, then outward into her body, into her limbs. A glow seemed to appear inside her mind, a glow of friendliness and comfort.

It was like the dreamlink, but far better. The golden light that swelled into her awareness was like nothing she had ever felt, but it was like a feeling she had often imagined - a feeling not only of warmth, but of companions.h.i.+p and love - all of the feelings of love that she had ever dreamed of but never felt in reality, emerging from that light and spilling through her in a caressing stream. Unlike the dreamlink, this did not ask her to open herself, did not invite vulnerability. Unlike the dreamlink, this was purest pleasure and fulfillment. It was like floating in a warm, pulsing amniotic sea. It was like being safe again in the womb....

Six.

The Pallisp.

She quivered as the warmth ebbed away. Don't stop! she wanted to cry. But it was already disappearing; the glow was fading. She felt as though she had just been to Heaven, and she wanted to go back! Blinking, she wondered how long the feeling had lasted; it seemed only moments, but it was like a dream fleeing, intangible. She might have been under the pallisp for hours.

”Are you awake, Jael?”

Drawing a breath, she raised her head and focused. Mogurn was standing in front of her, nodding in apparent satisfaction. He slipped the silver-and-grey pallisp into a pocket inside his vesta. ”Um,” Jael muttered, suppressing an urge to reach out and seize the pallisp from him. Whatever that instrument was, it was wonderful. Wonderful!

”I told you it would be interesting, Jael. Would you agree with me?”

Slowly, drawing her awareness back in, centering herself, she nodded. Interesting, she thought. Indeed it was.”Would you like more?”

She peered up into his face and could not read what she saw there. His eyes seemed to focus on her with a greater intensity, a greater curiosity, than she remembered. ”I ...” She faltered without finis.h.i.+ng her answer.

”This will become a regular reward for you, for work well done.” Mogurn returned to his chair and rested his head back, observing her as she stretched, coming back to full alertness.

”What does it do?” she asked, choosing to let her puzzlement show, rather than her desire for more. ”It must stimulate - somehow, I guess - the pleasure center of the brain?” She sounded like an idiot, she knew. But it was not an idiotic question.

”Something like that, Jael. The important thing is that it will help you to release your own greater potential when it comes to flying.” He lifted a bushy, half-grey eyebrow. ”It's not dangerous, if you're still worried about that. I told you that before.” He pursed his lips and let out a deep sigh. ”And now, I require your help. Would you come here, please?”

Jael rose unsteadily and approached.

Mogurn s.h.i.+fted restfully. ”I'm going to ask you to help me with my own synaptic augmentor. My reward for work well done.” His thumb and forefinger stroked away a smile that had come to his lips. His gaze sharpened. ”But first you must have your instructions. While I am under the augmentor, you may sleep - after first double-checking our position. You are not to fly, however, unless extraordinary conditions demand it. I will tell you when your next s.h.i.+ft begins. Until then you will maintain stability in the Flux, and no more. Is that clear?”

Jael nodded uneasily. She acknowledged, but did not understand his unusual request. Ordinarily, a rigger would determine her own flight routine. Still, she didn't suppose it mattered. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the blissful warmth of the pallisp, and she sighed softly. Opening her eyes she saw, hanging from the padded arm of Mogurn's chair, a small holotronic unit with what looked like a headpiece attached to a thin fiber-op cable.

Mogurn's eyes followed hers, and he nodded. Reaching for the headpiece, he said, ”I must ask you to help me adjust this.” He donned the headpiece, showing her how to adjust the slender contact arms to the proper points on his temples and the back of his neck. ”Yes. Now, you must set the controls on the unit. Two hours at intensity four. You must observe the power fluctuation for a moment to make the adjustment. Do you see it?”

When she had followed his instructions, she stepped back warily. Mogurn no longer seemed to notice her presence. He sighed deeply, his eyelids fluttered, and a broad smile came over his features and grew to a grin. His eyes did not close, but appeared to focus on nothing at all. ”Are you ... is that all right?”

But Jael realized, when he did not answer, that there would be no answer - not, at least, until the unit switched itself off, two hours from now. And what was Mogurn experiencing under the influence of the synaptic augmentor? Was it like the pallisp? She backed away a few steps and watched him. His hands began to twitch, as though he were in a deep dream-state; they began to take on a life of their own, making squeezing and stroking motions. Jael began to feel embarra.s.sed.

She backed toward the door, fascinated but repelled. Was this what she looked like under the pallisp?

She remembered only peacefulness and warmth and light. Whatever this augmentor was designed to do, it looked more powerful than the pallisp, and more dangerous. It looked like nothing she would care to experience.She crept into the corridor with a feeling of relief. The door turned opaque behind her, leaving Mogurn to his solitude - leaving her alone with the stars.h.i.+p, perhaps the only conscious human being between here and the distant star system of Lexis. With a s.h.i.+ver, she circled around the hallway, exploring what little she had not yet seen of the deck: one other empty cabin, and one storage compartment. There was not much else to look at. But she did have another duty to perform.

As she entered the bridge, she could not help remembering the glow of the pallisp. She wished it could have lasted just a little longer; it was so comforting, so rea.s.suring, so restorative. Just a little more ... She exhaled deliberately and walked forward to the rigger-station. A glance at the readouts told her that nothing had changed much in the net; a glance at the instruments in the nose of the bridge confirmed that all systems were functioning normally.

Should she enter the net? Mogurn had said not to fly, but he'd also said to make sure that all was well.

That, in her mind, meant taking a firsthand look. Besides, she wasn't ready to sleep yet.

Slipping into the station, she entered the net. Her senses darkened and reached out of the s.h.i.+p, into the glowing realm of the Flux. It looked exactly as she had left it: tangerine sky and gently sighing breezes bearing the s.h.i.+p like a stately, royal barge toward the horizon. Toward whatever lay beyond. She extended her vision, trying to discern what that might be. Was her sensitivity any sharper now? She couldn't tell. Were there mountains ahead? She felt a presence of something strong and substantial, perhaps mountains. It felt like a living presence. Sometimes the landscape of the Flux was like that; it was as though it were itself alive. Soon they would be close and she would see.

But now it was time to readjust the stabilizers, to close the net and retire. She sighed as she withdrew, as her eyes blinked open, as she studied the hard cold presence of monitors overhead. There were times when she wished she could stay in the net forever. With a frown, she climbed out and took one last look around the bridge, and went to her cabin.

Sleep did not come quickly, or easily. Her thoughts danced between memories of the net and of the pallisp, and feelings of hope and excitement fluttered helplessly against her uneasiness about Mogurn, against the recurring image of the man twitching and sighing under his synaptic augmentor.

At last she drifted off, carried on the winds of sleep and dream.

She awoke to the sound of Mogurn's voice on the intercom, summoning her to breakfast. They ate in silence, Jael trying to wake up fully for the flying that lay ahead, and half wanting to remain in the somnolence that still enveloped her. But Mogurn, once done with his own breakfast, rose and hurried her to the bridge.

To her relief, he sent her directly into the net, with the same cautions as before. She was on her own to fly. It was Jael and the sparkling net. Jael and the endless currents of the Flux. She reveled in the freedom.

The imagery changed, with a little coaxing from her half-conscious thoughts. An orangish sky turned into an autumn forest in full color, leaves and needles of gold and crimson and russet, rustling in the wind and dancing against the sun. Jael and her s.h.i.+p were a great flying creature, diving and swooping over the forest with whispering speed.

She flew for several hours, threading her way along a twisting wooded valley, along a thin gleaming river, along the twists and turns of spatial dimension that, paradoxically, so shortened the distance between the star systems. She flew with a confidence that her path was straight, figuratively speaking, and true. In time, she found herself remembering the sensations or the pallisp, and while it did not particularly affect her flying, she found herself eagerly awaiting her next exposure to those sensations.When the time came to leave the net, she did so with a feeling of accomplishment and pride. And, as she'd hoped, Mogurn ushered her into his cabin, and there she bent her head - this time with greater antic.i.p.ation than nervousness - and received the softly glowing warmth of the pallisp.

And afterward, with the glow still warm in her heart, she gratefully a.s.sisted Mogurn with his own synaptic augmentor. She slept then, and awoke eager and ready to fly once more.