Pain.

She had never known pain beforeandroids should not have been able to experience it at all. But she had no doubt thats what it was. Just as the human brain used pain to recognize when something was horribly wrong, her processor was warning her that this body was not hers. That this combination could not last.

The third time it had happened, she had considered going back to the market and pleading with Linh Cinder to take the body away, but she had ultimately refused to do that, not before she saw Dataran again. With time, the pain was becoming more bearable, even if only because she was learning to compartmentalize it away from the rest of her sensory input.

Clenching her teeth, she pushed herself to her feet and followed Tam-shfu out into the shipyard.

She began searching for him the moment she stepped into the massive hangar. Her eyes were darting from human to human, searching for a graceful frame and an easy smile. Shed been worried ever since shed left, terrified that he hadnt fully recovered from the fall into the oil, terrified that she hadnt gotten to him in time.

Though her gaze darted from one corner of the yard to the other as they walked, there was no sign of the young engineer.

Here we are, said Tam, gesturing to the space yacht, the Orion Classic. Over the past two weeks, the exterior had been nearly completed, but she could guess that the interior still had plenty of work to be done. This is for one of our premium clients, and he doesnt want to spare a single expense. But of course, hes on a tight schedule, as they always are. Ill track down some electrical blueprints for you. Andah! Youll be reporting directly to Wing-jn here. Dataran, come meet our newest electrician.

He came around from the front of the ship, a portscreen in his hand and a stylus tucked behind one ear, and a surge of electricity coursed so fast through her body, she thought for a moment she would experience an actual meltdown. But she didnt, and when he politely bowed his head, she remembered to politely bow hers as well.

Its nice to meet you, he said. Youll be working on the Orion Classic with us?

She smiled, but Tam was already waving his hand. Thats right, she says shes an expert with the classics. Keep her busy. Lets see what she can do, all right? He glanced at the port. I have to check on the racer. Dataran, do you mind showing her the ropes?

Not at all, sir.

Tam was gone almost before hed finished talking, and Dataran was chuckling after him. Dont take it personally. Hes like that toward everyone."

His kind smile made the pain of standing recede almost fully from of her thoughts, and she beamed hopefully back.

Im sorry, I didnt get your name.

Lashes fluttering, she opened her lips, but of course, there was nothing. Flinching, she patted a hand against her throat. Dataran frowned. Did you lose your voice?

She shrugged. Close enough.

Oh. Then, um. Should I call you He frowned, not able to come up with anything appropriate on the spot.

Perking up, she grabbed his sleeve and dragged him back toward the front of the ship, where she gestured up at the name that had been freshly painted on its side. Child of the Stars.

Uhstars? Star?

When she beamed again, he laughed. That wasnt so hard. Its a pleasure to meet you, Star.

She tried her best to speak through her eyes, her stretched lips, her trembling fingers that had released his sleeve and were too afraid to reach for him again. Its me, she thought, willing him to understand. Im the one who rescued you. Im the one who found your locket. Its me, its me, its me.

But Dataran just jerked his head toward the landing gear. Come on, Ill show you the engine room and how far weve gotten in the wiring so farwhich isnt much. We could definitely use your help.

Before he turned away, he glanced toward the cockpit windows one level up, and his mouth quirked fast to one side.

Star followed the look.

Ochida Miko and her father were sitting in the cockpit. He appeared to be teaching her something, gesturing at the different controls, but Miko had spotted Dataran outside and didnt seem to be listening.

Star had a sense that the bashful smile Miko gave him had not been intended for her, or Mikos father, to see.

Chapter 6

Oh, its beautiful! said Miko, sitting on Datarans other side.

Star knew that she was talking about the ship that was about to leave the hangara sleek, flashy thing that had been commissioned for the annual Space Race to Neptune (which everyone knew was a fallacythe race officially ended at Jupiter, but the sponsors claimed that didnt have the same ring to it). It was a beautiful ship, with its elongated thrusters and needle-sharp nose. The painters had outdone themselves, creating a very realistic montage of New Beijings skyline across its frame.

But Star did not care so much for the ship. Her attention had gone back up to the ceiling as it pulled back to reveal the endless sky. Although her new life as a human had given her the opportunity to gaze up at the night sky as often as she wished, her eyes never tired of it. The sense of vastness and eternity, the yearning to see what else the universe had to offer, even for one as small and unimportant as she was.

Star didnt think that Miko had glanced up at all since the ceiling had lifted to allow the ship an exit. Of course, she had already been to space countless times. Would be going again as soon as the Orion Classic was finishedanother two or three weeks at the most. Ochida-shfu had been growing more and more impatient, urging them to tighten the schedule, to work longer hours, to finish early.

Miko and Dataran, on the other hand, seemed to become more and more miserable as each step of the rebuild was completed. If anything, Datarans pace had slowed as the ships deadline loomed.

Star pulled her attention away as Dataran was explaining the different features of the racer, gesturing at the elegant curve of its back, the power behind the rocket boosters, and on and on. Star was more interested in the sound of his voice than his words. The subtle inflections. The careful pronunciation of very technical terms. The way he talked faster when something struck him as ingenious. Listening to him felt like being plugged into a power dock, feeling the gentle current of electricity warm and enliven her.