Ocean in the Sea by Robert Barrows

Author:Robert Barrows [Barrows, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-06-21T18:30:00+00:00

Full of C.R.A.P.

“Help me out of pit?” shouted Beloris.

Lewis’s gut reaction was to leave Beloris where he was harmless, but he’d already attributed his paranoia to the LythoCAP. Anything his gut told him probably came straight from Garibaldi. He could only trust logic, and logic stated that the indestructible man might be hiding his anger and harboring more than a little resentment. After all, Lewis had just blown his friend’s brains out. “You’ve already expressed anger at my murder of Senjiita. Why shouldn't you want revenge?”

“Bah. Senjiita can be ass, but you have not killed him, only host.”

"How long does it take to jump?”

Did it require concentration? Was there any control involved? Could he target a probability where Brenda still lived? But Lewis didn’t ask these questions, not yet. Revealing too much ignorance all at once could be a threat in itself... or could it?

“Does not matter,” Beloris yelled from the bottom. “If jump-clock is up, death only forces respawn. Senjiita will be back, and will return to this simulation. New body, same asshole. Probably plenty pissed at you, but for me, no revenge is necessary.”

“Why do you call him an asshole?”

“Is long story. You let me up, I tell you, da?”

Logically, Lewis was satisfied. Emotionally, his instincts screamed to stay away from Beloris, but he forced himself to ignore them and consider how he might even accomplish the request. It was a hundred foot drop. Rope would probably do the trick. What were the odds he’d find some in the fire truck? Pushing the odds to one, he searched around the lower panels and found a long line of orange tow-rope. Tying it to the truck, he threw the end down to Beloris and waited as the big man pulled himself up. After a lot of grunting, he crawled over the edge and lay on his back panting.

“So you’re not superman,” observed Lewis.

“I am as strong as host body allows,” huffed the heavy Russian. “My interface only protect host from damage. What is your interface, Lewis Herman? Randuu does not understand it. Weather control? Does not seem likely.”

Again, Lewis felt it prudent to lie, but logically, this was an exercise in trust. Trust was a game of give and take. Once trust was broken, it could be difficult to re-establish. Besides, Lewis hated lying. The very fact that he felt the need to lie told him it came from Garibaldi. “I alter chance. Valon called it probability manipulation.”

Raising his eyebrows, Beloris sat up. “No shit? Is Tanandor’s favorite interface. He never gifts this one. You are sure this is what he give you?”

Turning his head to the fire truck, Lewis pointed at the partially raised ladder hanging off the end. “What are the odds that ladder will collapse right now?” He pushed the odds to one and watched the ladder teeter, wobble, and crash to the dirt. “The odds were one.”

“Ezs uust Amar!”

“What language is that?”

“Is Paradisian.”

“Para-what?”

“In simulation we come from, well... most of us... world is called Mkettos. In English this means Paradise.

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