Fallen Dragon by Peter F. Hamilton

Author:Peter F. Hamilton
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, SCI028000, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9780446550239
Publisher: Aspect
Published: 2001-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Waking up was accompanied by its timeless twin: where am I? Lawrence opened his eyes to see a long room with a desk and a couple of worn comfy chairs at one end. The floor was bare wooden boards, with a couple of rugs thrown down, one of which he was lying on. Opposite him was a broad arched window, with thick old curtains drawn. Scraps of street-light shone around the edges, casting a dreary sodium-yellow illumination against the walls. Several large prints had been hung above the small fireplace, posters for various exhibitions and poetry recitals decades out of date. Definitely student digs. Brighter slivers of light silhouetted the door. When he lifted his head he could see a bed at the other end of the room. Joona was sitting on it, her back against the tarnished brass railings. She had a quilt wrapped around her shoulders. A reefer dangled from one hand, its end glowing morosely in the gloom.

“Oh, hell,” he muttered. At least he was still wearing his uniform. “How did I… ?”

“I brought you here,” she said. There was a current of humor in her voice. “My turn to rescue you from the bar.”

“Thanks.” He sat up gingerly. “Do I owe you a twenty?”

“No, a friend helped get you into the tram. There’s a stop close to the end of this street.”

“Uh, right.” He didn’t remember much after the third jug of margaritas. Just bitching on about Z-B and how he would have loved to be the first person to land on a new world. He ran his dry rubber tongue around the inside of his dry mouth. The taste was awful. Apart from that he wasn’t too bad, just stiff from the floor. “How come I don’t have a hangover?”

“I made you take aspirin and vitamin C, and a couple of liters of water.”

“Right. Thanks again.” The mention of water made him want to pee. Badly. Joona told him where to find the toilet, just outside and down the corridor.

“Try to be quiet,” she said as he hurried out. “Everyone else is asleep.”

His watch said it was quarter past two.

When he got back she was still sitting at the end of the bed, the reefer down to its last half-centimeter. “Want some?” she asked.

“No, thanks. Us cyborgs don’t, remember?”

“Of course.”

“Look, thanks again for taking care of me. I’d, er, better be going.”

“Really?” She took a deep drag. “What’s waiting for you?”

“Nothing much, I guess. I’ve still got three weeks’ leave due. I just don’t want to impose on you any more tonight.”

“If I’d thought you were imposing I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

A sharp tingle moved down Lawrence’s spine. He walked over to the bed and knelt down. She didn’t say anything, just kept gazing at him with wide eyes. He took the last of the joint from her fingers and inhaled the way he’d seen it done on the i’s. The smoke was bitter enough to make him cough.

Joona started to laugh. “I win.”

“Win what?”

“I got to you.

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