Chapters (36)
- Title Page
- Chapter One. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Two. Turk Findley’s Story
- Chapter Three. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Four. Treya’s Story / Allison’s Story
- Chapter Five. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Six. Turk Findley’s Story
- Chapter Seven. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Eight. Allison’s Story
- Chapter Nine. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Ten. Turk’s Story
- Chapter Eleven. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Twelve. Turk’s Story
- Chapter Thirteen. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Fourteen. Turk’s Story
- Chapter Fifteen. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Sixteen. Turk’s Story
- Chapter Seventeen. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Eighteen. Allison’s Story
- Chapter Nineteen. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Twenty. Turk’s Story
- Chapter Twenty-One. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Twenty-Two. Allison’s Story
- Chapter Twenty-Three. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Twenty-Four. Turk’s Story
- Chapter Twenty-Five. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Twenty-Six. Allison’s Story
- Chapter Twenty-Seven. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Twenty-Eight. Allison’s Story
- Chapter Twenty-Nine. Sandra and Bose
- Chapter Thirty. Turk’s Story
- Chapter Thirty-One. Sandra
- Chapter Thirty-Two. Isaac’s Story / Orrin’s Story / The Sum of All Paths
- Acknowledgments
- By Robert Charles Wilson from Tom Doherty Associates
- Copyright
I knew what it was Allison wanted from me. And I knew it might be our only hope of survival. But the hardest thing to hide was my fear of it: the fear of what I would have to do and the fear of what it would cost me.
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Oscar was never going to trust Allison. He considered her a traitor and wasn’t bashful about saying so. But Oscar was the administrator in charge of us, and for our plan to succeed he would have to trust one of us, at least to some extent. So I made it my business to cultivate that trust. I began to ask his advice even when Allison had already rendered an opinion. I went to him with questions about the history books I was reading. I was aloof and a little skeptical, which was what he expected. But he was eager to ingratiate himself, and all it took to raise his hopes was a grateful word now and then. I think he believed he might eventually be able to convert me to the cause of Vox—whatever that cause was or was becoming.
Oscar’s advantage in this duel was the Network: its omnipresent eyes and its powers of calculation. My advantage was that I was neither Networked nor a Vox-born native, which made me a little bit inscrutable. So when I first demanded to see Isaac Dvali, Oscar was surprised but willing to cooperate. And when I insisted on bringing Allison along with me, Oscar gnashed his teeth but agreed.
It turned out Isaac wasn’t far away from the rooms I shared with Allison. He was being treated in a hospital unit a couple of corridors aft of us, and Oscar escorted us there, ignoring the sidelong looks of the medical workers as we passed. He warned me, not for the first time, that Isaac’s injuries had been grave and that I might be shocked at what I saw.
“I’ve seen a few things,” I told him. “I’m not easy to shock.”
Spoke too soon, as it turned out.
Isaac wasn’t under guard but he was attended by medical staff at all times, and Oscar had to consult and mollify a few of that flock before we were finally admitted to the room in which he lay surrounded by the machinery that was keeping him alive.