Aurora In Four Voices by Asimov Isaac

Author:Asimov, Isaac [Asimov, Isaac]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Part IV: Aurora

A high ceiling came into focus. After a while a thought surfaced in Jato’s mind.

He was alive.

He sat up, favoring his bruises. He was alone in Crankenshaft’s studio. No, not alone. Soz lay on the other end of the ledge, eyes closed, her torso rising and falling with each breath. Relief rushed over him, followed by a Neanderthal impulse to go over, stake out his territory, and protect her from Crankenshaft. It wasn’t the world’s most logical response given she was an Imperial Messenger, but he had it just the same.

He wondered why she was still unconscious.

Even his body contained nanomeds designed to repair and maintain it. An ISC officer probably carried molecule-sized laboratories.

As he got off the ledge, a clink sounded.

Turning, he saw a chain with one end attached to a ring in the wall. Its other end fastened to a manacle around his ankle.

He gritted his teeth, wishing he could wrap the chain around Crankenshaft’s neck.

At least the tether was long enough to let him reach Soz. That almost made him back off; he trusted nothing Crankenshaft did.

But his instincts were still at work, conjuring up protect mate impulses, so he went over to her.

Crankenshaft had no illusions about Soz needing protection. Her wrists were manacled behind her back and also to a ring in the ledge. He had set her boots on the floor and chained her ankles to the ledge. For some inexplicable reason, he also put metal bands around her neck and waist. Jato leaned over to lay his palm on her forehead–

Her hand clamped around his wrist so fast he barely saw her move. He froze, staring as she sat up. It hadn’t been obvious from the way she had been lying, but the chain joining her manacles was broken.

He found his voice. “How did you get free?”

She dropped his hand, her face relaxing as she recognized him. “Nano-chomps. I carry a few hundred species.”

“You mean molecular disassemblers?”

“In my sweat.”

He stepped back. He had no desire to have voracious bugs in her sweat take him apart atom by atom.

“They can’t hurt you,” Soz said. “Each chomper disassembles a specific material.

The ones I carry are rigidly particular, even down to factory lot numbers.”

He motioned at her manacled feet. “Wrong lot number?”

“Apparently so. Or else flaws in the molecular structure.” Leaning over, she rubbed her wrist against the chain attached to his ankle.

“Hey.” He jerked away his leg. “What are you doing?”

“They might work on yours.”

“You don’t think that’s dangerous, carrying bugs in your body that take things apart?”

“They aren’t bugs. They’re just enzymes.

And they’re no more dangerous than being trapped here.”

He knew it was probably true, but even so, he was having second thoughts about his amorous impulses. People sweated when they made love. A lot.

“Jato, don’t look like that,” she said.

“The chompers are produced by nodules in my sweat glands that only activate when I go into combat mode. Besides, they can’t take apart people. Our composition is too heterogeneous.”

He sat on the ledge, near her but not too close, and motioned at his still-chained ankle.

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