Queen Of Angels 1 Queen Of Angels by Greg Bear

Author:Greg Bear [Bear, Greg]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-05-16T11:45:27.284000+00:00

Karl prepared the inducers in the probe room. David and Carol worked with dedicated arbeiters to check and recheck all connections and remotes before bringing Goldsmith in. Martin watched the preparations closely, standing out of the way, saying nothing but making his presence felt. �You�re hovering,� Carol told him, rolling an equipment table past the control console. �My prerogative,� he said, smiling quickly. �You haven�t eaten.� She stowed the table, stuffed hands in pockets and sauntered up beside him with a mocking air of chastisement. �You�ve been working too hard. You�re pale. You�ll need your strength for the probe.� He regarded her seriously. �I need to talk with you.� He swallowed and glanced away. �Before we go in.� �I presume you mean over something to eat.� �Yes. I think everything�s ready here. Except Albigoni. Lascal was supposed to bring him in.. �We can go ahead without him.� �I want him here as a guarantee. If his enthusiasm�s flagging.. Karl passed by and Martin stopped. This part of the probe did not concern the others. �Lunch,� Carol suggested. �Late lunch on the beach. It�s moderately cool. Put on a sweater.� Martin looked up and saw Lascal enter the gallery of twenty seats overlooking the amphitheater. Albigoni came in behind him. Martin nodded a greeting to them and turned back to Carol. �Good idea. After Goldsmith�s down and we�ve injected the nano.� Part superstition, part supposition, Martin had always demanded that triplex probe subjects not see or be able to recognize their investigators. He thought it best for a feedback prober to enter the Country fresh and unknown. To that end David and Karl�who might have to join the probe team if there was difficulty�gathered with Martin and Carol behind a curtain at the rear of the amphitheater as the subject was wheeled in on a gurney. Goldsmith wore a hospital gown. His right arm and neck were already equipped with intravenous tubes. He lay silent on the gurney, alert and observant. Seeing Albigoni in the gallery, Goldsmith lifted his left hand in brief greeting, dropped it and turned away. Albigoni stared wide eyed into the amphitheater. Lascal held his arm gently. They sat and Albigoni squinted, rubbing the bridge of his nose with both hands. Margery and Erwin applied the field pads to Goldsmith�s temple. Martin heard him say, �Good luck. If something happens and I don�t come back.. . Thank you. I know you all did your best.� �There�s no danger,� Erwin said. �Anyway,� Goldsmith said ambiguously. Margery applied the inducer field. Goldsmith drowsed off in a matter of minutes. With his eyes closed, his lips worked briefly�that curious reflexive prayer seen in every sleep induced patient Martin had ever treated�and his features relaxed. The wrinkles on his face smoothed. He might have been ten years younger. Margery and Erwin lifted him into the triplex couch and applied arm, thigh, head and thorax restraints. Martin asked for the time. The theater manager�s feminine voice called out, �Thirteen zero five thirty-three.� �All signs normal,� Margery said.

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