Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Title page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- 1 Organs
- 2 Hard Goods
- 3 Swimming with Eels
- 4 Givenchy
- 5 Archive Style
- 6 Skull Radio
- 7 England Calling
- 8 Rocket Jockeys
- 9 Emotional Signals Are Chemically Encoded in Tears
- 10 Down to the River
- 11 Empty Space
- 12 I Am Not Renoko!
- 13 Eaten by Dogs
- 14 Enantiodromic Zones
- 15 Random Acts of Downward Causation
- 16 Carshalton Shangri-La
- 17 Correlation States
- 18 It Takes Place in a Vacuum
- 19 Anyone Can Make a Mistake
- 20 Modern Luminescence
- 21 Everyone’s a VIP to Someone
- 22 The See-Not Gate
- 23 Heart Sounds & Bruits
- 24 Spike Train
- 25 Lowboy Orbits
- 26 Lizard People from Deep Time
- 27 The Medium is Not the Message
- 28 Lay Down Your Weary Tune
- Acknowledgements
- Also by M. John Harrison
The old men blinked up at him like lizards. They made room. Something he could do with the bone interested them, they were disposed to admit. Soon, they were taking his money, he was taking theirs. ‘It’s a redistributive system,’ he proposed. Redistribution, they agreed, was the name of that particular game. The assistant watched these events from a distance, then walked over to the door. The breeze was onshore. Dawn wasn’t far off. Seeming to notice her for the first time, Gaines jumped to his feet and led her back into the room. He made a gesture that took in the salt-stained walls, the chandelier with its two dim bulbs, the dusty signs behind the bar.
‘Sometimes you’re quite hard to find,’ he said.
The assistant shrugged. She offered him the rum. ‘So,’ she said, ‘do you want to go and sit on my bed together?’
He gave her a thoughtful look.
‘The Aleph stopped asking for you. We wondered if you knew anything about that.’
‘I never know what you’re talking about.’
Gaines grinned. He held up the bottle, studied the label. ‘“Black Heart”,’ he quoted. ‘“All the sweet lacunae of the Caribbean Sea”.’
The assistant looked down at her arm. Nothing was happening there.
‘I wonder if it’s time you two met?’ Gaines asked himself.
The fact was, he couldn’t decide. He had recently come from the Aleph site, where there had been more activity than he expected, reflections of smart displays fluttering across the shiny carbon floor, smells of ionisation and construction. Case’s people were devising new containment principles. It was a high risk period for them all. They had no idea what they were dealing with. When Gaines arrived they were arguing if they wanted a bunch of fat cables in here just for the look of it, or do the whole thing tight beam, which, hey, would be the quick and dirty solution. It was a professionally toxic but busy atmosphere. The reason being, Case told Gaines, that early the same morning Pearl had begun to emit pulsed bursts of RF.
‘It’s not organised, as far as we can tell.’
‘So what is it?’
Case shrugged. ‘It’s not exactly random noise either,’ he said.
‘I’m impressed. Is there anything you guys don’t know?’
‘Rig, we’re doing what we can here,’ Case said tiredly.