Chapters (108)
- About the Author
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- 1 - Outside Context Problem
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- 2 - Not Invented Here
- I
- II
- III
- 3 - Uninvited Guests
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- 4 - Dependency Principle
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- 5 - Kiss The Blade
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- 6 - Pittance
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- 7 - Tier
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- 8 - Killing Time
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- 9 - Unacceptable Behaviour
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- 10 - Heavy Messing
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- XV
- 11 - Regarding Gravious
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- VIII
- IX
- X
- XI
- XII
- XIII
- XIV
- 12 - Faring Well
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- Epilogue
The avatar shrugged, got up and got dressed.
He was desperately trying to remember what he’d said to the creature the previous evening and night; it had been a pretty drunken time and he knew he’d spoken about Dajeil and the whole Telaturier thing, but what had he said? He was sickened at the ship’s duplicity, appalled that it could trick him like this. It wasn’t playing fair. Never trust a ship. Oh, grief, he’d just been wittering on about Dajeil and the post with the ’Ktik, completely off-guard, not trying to impress at all. Disaster. He was certain the Recent Convert had put its mother ship up to it. Bastards.
The avatar had paused at the door of his cabin. For what it was worth, she told him, he’d talked very eloquently about both his past life and the Telaturier post, and the ship was minded to support his application to accompany Dajeil Gelian there. Then she winked at him and left.
He was in. There was just a moment of panic, but then an overwhelming feeling of victory. He’d done it!
V
V
The Killing Time was still racing away from the ship store at Pittance at close to its maximum sustainable velocity; any faster and it would have started to degrade the performance of its engines. It was approaching a position about half-way between Pittance and the Excession when it cut power and let itself coast down towards lightspeed. It deliberately avoided doing its skidding-to-a-stop routine. Instead it carefully extended a huge light-seconds-wide field across the skein of real space and slowly dragged itself to an absolute stop, its position within the three dimensions of normal space fixed and unchanging; its only appreciable vector of movement was produced by the expansion of the universe itself; the slow drawing away from the assumed central point of the Reality which all 3-D matter shared. Then it signalled.
[tight beam, M32, tra. @n4.28.885.1008]
xROU Killing Time
oGCV Steely Glint
I understand you are de facto military commander for this volume.
Will you receive my mind-state?
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[tight beam, M32, tra. @n4.28.885.1065]
xGCV Steely Glint
oROU Killing Time
No. Your gesture - offer - is appreciated. However, we do have other plans for you. May I ask you what led you to Pittance in the first place?
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This is something personal. I remain convinced there was another ship, an ex-Culture ship, at Pittance, to which I went because I saw fit to do so. This ex-Culture ship thought to facilitate my destruction. This cannot be tolerated. Pride is at stake here. My honour. I will live again. Please receive my mind-state.
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I cannot. I appreciate your zeal and your concern but we have so few resources we cannot afford to squander them. Sometimes personal pride must take a subsidiary place to military pragmatism, however hateful we may find this.
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