I hate kids, she had retorted, she had retorted, I I had Julia by immaculate conception, and I resent any comparison to that obnoxious nit-picking b.i.t.c.h! had Julia by immaculate conception, and I resent any comparison to that obnoxious nit-picking b.i.t.c.h!

Giraud, d.a.m.n him, had smiled. And said: You're on the project. You're on the project.

Which brought her to this, this room, this hour, agonizing while the medical experts looked over a squirming newborn, and the thoughts of personal responsibility took hold.

She had never involved herself much with her genetic daughter, who was her personal concession to immortality, conceived with the unknowing help of a Pan-paris mathematician who had made his donation to Reseune, because she had thought a random chance and new blood might be preferable. Too much planning, she had maintained, made bad gene pools; and Julia was the result of her personal selection, not bad, not good either. She had entrusted Julia mostly to nurses, and dealt with her less and less as Julia proved a sweet, sentimental s.p.a.ce-brain-no, bright, bright, in any less demanding environment, but overwhelmed right now by the discovery of her own biology and as f.e.c.kless in her personal life as one of the azi. in any less demanding environment, but overwhelmed right now by the discovery of her own biology and as f.e.c.kless in her personal life as one of the azi.

But this, this, Ari's replicate, this end-of-life adopted daughter, was what she had hoped for. The ideal student. This was a mind that could take anything she could throw at it and throw it back again. And she was forbidden to do it. She had done tape of Olga with the child. Hand on Ari's shoulder. Sharp tug at Ari's sweater, straightening it. Ari's angry, desperate wince. That was the pair she d.a.m.ned well remembered. It brought back everything. Ari's replicate, this end-of-life adopted daughter, was what she had hoped for. The ideal student. This was a mind that could take anything she could throw at it and throw it back again. And she was forbidden to do it. She had done tape of Olga with the child. Hand on Ari's shoulder. Sharp tug at Ari's sweater, straightening it. Ari's angry, desperate wince. That was the pair she d.a.m.ned well remembered. It brought back everything.

For eighteen years of her life she had listened to that voice. Olga had carped at everyone on staff. Olga had carped at the kid, what time Olga had had time, till it was a wonder the kid was sane, in between which the kid had been totally on her own with the azi. Olga had taken all those d.a.m.ned blood-samples and psych-tests and more psych-tests, because Olga had theories that led to theories Ari had worked on. Olga had gotten Ari's earliest Rezner tests, which d.a.m.ned near hit the top of the scale, and from that time on it had been a case of blood in the water: Olga Emory, with her pet theories of scientific child-rearing, had believed that she had an Estelle Bok on her hands, destined for centuries of immortality via Reseune labs. And every other kid in Reseune's halls had heard that Ari was brilliant and Ari was special because mothers and fathers on staff knew their professional heads would roll if their kid blacked the deserving eye of Olga's precious Ari.

In those pioneering days on Cyteen, when intellectuals running from the Earth Company visa laws had gathered at what had then been the far end of s.p.a.ce and founded Cyteen Station, renegade political theorists, famous physicists, chemists and legendary explorers had been thicker in the station mess hall than people who could fix the toilets; rejuv was a new development, Reseune was being founded to work with it, Bok's physics was rewriting the textbooks, and speculations and out-there theories had possessed people who should have known better. And Olga Emory had been a brilliant intellect with an instinct for cross-disciplinary innovation, but she had entertained some real eetees in her mental bas.e.m.e.nt.

Never mind James Carnath, who had more of them, and determined he and Olga were going to make a baby to outdo Bok the day he found out he was terminal.

Which had led them all to this room and this project.

So she had to do everything Olga's way. Straighten up, Ari. Stand still, Ari. Do your homework, Ari- Straighten up, Ari. Stand still, Ari. Do your homework, Ari- Twitch and b.i.t.c.h. Twitch and b.i.t.c.h.

Between that and throwing Ari at azi nurses, the same way she had done with Julia. She had considerable remorse for that, in retrospect.

Changing that parental disinterest would change Ari. Benign neglect. It was a terrible thing to recognize her own personal mistakes retroactively. Studying up on Olga had been like looking in a too-revealing mirror. Giraud had been right. A h.e.l.l of a thing to find out, at a hundred and thirty-two.

To this day she had no more maternal feeling for Julia than for any other product of the labs ... or for the two azi the attendants were busy birthing over on the other side of the room. In the case of Ari, never mind the experience with one daughter and fifty-two years' experience with students, it had to be a question of following program. For the kid's own good. She had respected respected Ari Emory, and dammit, if she failed with her, that was all the reputation she was going to leave in Reseune. At a hundred and thirty-two. She Ari Emory, and dammit, if she failed with her, that was all the reputation she was going to leave in Reseune. At a hundred and thirty-two. She hated hated f.u.c.k-ups. She hated personal indulgence and fuzzy thinking. f.u.c.k-ups. She hated personal indulgence and fuzzy thinking.

It was still d.a.m.ned hard to look at Julia and see what a meek thing she had come to be-constantly fouling up at work, spoiling her new baby beyond bearing, dependent on an endless succession of lovers-and know that it was partly genes and partly her fault. The same neglect, the same carping she had now to admit she had done with Julia, was part and parcel of what made Ari run. Psychsets and genetics at work.

Wrong kid, right parent, maybe. And vice versa.

h.e.l.l of a hand nature dealt out.

ii "They're all in good shape," Petros Ivanov said.

"That's wonderful. Really wonderful." Denys took a bite of fish and another one. Private lunch, in the executive dining room, with the curtains back on the seal-windows of the observation deck. The weather-makers were giving them a rain, as requested, a major blow, water sheeting down the windows. The atmosphere was going to be compromised for a day or so. "d.a.m.n Giraud. Of course course it'll go all right, he says, and runs off to the capital. And d.a.m.n if he's called!" it'll go all right, he says, and runs off to the capital. And d.a.m.n if he's called!"

"Everything's right on the profile so far. The azi are absolutely norm. They're already on program."

"So's Ari."

"Stra.s.sen's b.i.t.c.hing about the head nurse."

"What else is new?"

"Says she's opinionated and she upsets her staff."

"An azi is opinionated. That means the azi is going exactly down the instructions and Jane's mad because she's got new staffers in her apartment. She'll survive." He poured more coffee. "Olga's azi is still a d.a.m.n worry. Ollie's younger, he's a h.e.l.l of a lot tougher-minded than that poor sod Olga had, by all accounts, and Jane's got a good point: run tape on Ollie to soften him up and Jane's temper will crack him. Her style with the kid she can manage; changing Ollie and changing the way she deals with him is further than Jane's going to go without exploding. If that kid's got even an ordinary baby's instincts she'll pick up on adult tensions right from the cradle. Figuring she's got Ari's sensitivity, G.o.d knows That means the azi is going exactly down the instructions and Jane's mad because she's got new staffers in her apartment. She'll survive." He poured more coffee. "Olga's azi is still a d.a.m.n worry. Ollie's younger, he's a h.e.l.l of a lot tougher-minded than that poor sod Olga had, by all accounts, and Jane's got a good point: run tape on Ollie to soften him up and Jane's temper will crack him. Her style with the kid she can manage; changing Ollie and changing the way she deals with him is further than Jane's going to go without exploding. If that kid's got even an ordinary baby's instincts she'll pick up on adult tensions right from the cradle. Figuring she's got Ari's sensitivity, G.o.d knows what what she can pick up on. So what do you do?" she can pick up on. So what do you do?"

Petros grinned. "Run tape on Jane?"

Denys snorted into his coffee and sipped. "I sure as h.e.l.l wish. No. Jane's a professional. She knows what this is worth. We've got a bargain. We keep hands off Ollie and she cues Ollie how to play this. We just trust an azi that can make our Janie happy can cope with anything." Laughter.

He was mad as h.e.l.l at Giraud. There was a good deal of this Giraud could have taken off his shoulders, but Giraud had a tendency to kite off to the capital whenever things got tense on the Project.

It's all yours, Giraud had said. Giraud had said. You're the administrator. And welcome to it. You're the administrator. And welcome to it. It had taken most of a year sifting through Ari's notes, that small initial part of the computer record the technicians could get at easily. Reseune's records computers had run for three weeks just compiling the initial ma.s.s of data on Ari. Thank G.o.d Olga had archived everything with cross-referencing and set it up in chronological order. The tapes had to be located, all this not only on Ari, but on two azi who had been protosets and unique. There was a tunnel under the hills out there and there were three more under construction, because that enormous vault was full, absolutely full to capacity, with workers beginning to divide tape into active, more active and most active, so more of it could be put in the House itself. It had taken most of a year sifting through Ari's notes, that small initial part of the computer record the technicians could get at easily. Reseune's records computers had run for three weeks just compiling the initial ma.s.s of data on Ari. Thank G.o.d Olga had archived everything with cross-referencing and set it up in chronological order. The tapes had to be located, all this not only on Ari, but on two azi who had been protosets and unique. There was a tunnel under the hills out there and there were three more under construction, because that enormous vault was full, absolutely full to capacity, with workers beginning to divide tape into active, more active and most active, so more of it could be put in the House itself.

And when the data-flood from the Project came rolling out in full operation it would be a tidal wave in the House Archives. One of those tunnels was specifically to house the physical records of the Project; and that included software design for some of the things Ari had halfway worked out and someone else was going to have to finish before that baby was talking.

Reseune was not not going to farm out anything to do with the Project. It was farming out some of the azi production runs, to clear personnel time. It would have been an economic crisis, except the military had thrown money at Reseune's extension at Fargone and Reseune's extension in Planys, money which funded more tanks, more computers, more production going to farm out anything to do with the Project. It was farming out some of the azi production runs, to clear personnel time. It would have been an economic crisis, except the military had thrown money at Reseune's extension at Fargone and Reseune's extension in Planys, money which funded more tanks, more computers, more production and and those tunnels. Meanwhile Jordan Warrick was doing everyone a favor by actually handling the physical set-up over in Planys, which had Warrick happier than he had been since Ari's demise, turning out real work again-no small gain in itself, since it made Defense happy. They had lost Robert Carnath from House Operations and promoted him over the Planys lab: Robert was no friend of Warrick's and a sharp enough administrator to keep all the reins in his hands. They had lost other staff out to the Fargone lab construction and they were going to lose more, when that lab went active and the Rubin project kicked in. Reseune had been overstaffed when the thing began and now it was actually buying azi contracts from hackers like Bucherlabs and Lifefarms, rejuving every azi over forty and driving staff berserk with retraining tapes. Fifteen barracks were empty down in the Town, and they had just signed a buy-back deal with Defense for certain Reseune azi approaching retirement: it saved Defense expensive retraining and pensioning, it made certain azi d.a.m.ned happy when they learned they were going on working and getting staff positions at RESEUNEAIR and in freight and production and wherever else an azi whose outlook otherwise was transfer to some dull government work center could fill a slot and look forward instead of back. It gave Reseune a large pool of discipline-conscious, security-conscious personnel-instantly. Mistakes and glitches were bound to proliferate in Reseune's smooth operations, but those tunnels. Meanwhile Jordan Warrick was doing everyone a favor by actually handling the physical set-up over in Planys, which had Warrick happier than he had been since Ari's demise, turning out real work again-no small gain in itself, since it made Defense happy. They had lost Robert Carnath from House Operations and promoted him over the Planys lab: Robert was no friend of Warrick's and a sharp enough administrator to keep all the reins in his hands. They had lost other staff out to the Fargone lab construction and they were going to lose more, when that lab went active and the Rubin project kicked in. Reseune had been overstaffed when the thing began and now it was actually buying azi contracts from hackers like Bucherlabs and Lifefarms, rejuving every azi over forty and driving staff berserk with retraining tapes. Fifteen barracks were empty down in the Town, and they had just signed a buy-back deal with Defense for certain Reseune azi approaching retirement: it saved Defense expensive retraining and pensioning, it made certain azi d.a.m.ned happy when they learned they were going on working and getting staff positions at RESEUNEAIR and in freight and production and wherever else an azi whose outlook otherwise was transfer to some dull government work center could fill a slot and look forward instead of back. It gave Reseune a large pool of discipline-conscious, security-conscious personnel-instantly. Mistakes and glitches were bound to proliferate in Reseune's smooth operations, but not not on the Project, where there were no new faces, and where the top talent could consequently pay full attention to their jobs. on the Project, where there were no new faces, and where the top talent could consequently pay full attention to their jobs.

The military buy-back had saved them. Denys was proud of that stroke. It took took something to multiply a Project designed for one subject into four-counting Rubin and the two azi. And to coordinate the project-profile something to multiply a Project designed for one subject into four-counting Rubin and the two azi. And to coordinate the project-profile and and the finance the finance and and the covert aspects of it. Giraud handled the latter. Denys had had the rest in his lap for long enough he felt the covert aspects of it. Giraud handled the latter. Denys had had the rest in his lap for long enough he felt he he had just given birth. had just given birth.

"It's not easier from here," he told Petros. "From here on, it's going to be a race between that kid and profile-management. If anyone fouls up, I I want to know about it. If she gets an unscheduled sniffle, I want to know about it. Nothing's minor until we've got results to check against profile." want to know about it. If she gets an unscheduled sniffle, I want to know about it. Nothing's minor until we've got results to check against profile."

"h.e.l.l of a way to go, developing the profile while it's running."

"We'd have to anyway. There are going going to be differences. We'd always be altering it. And we'd never know where we're going anyway. If that kid is Ari in any measurable degree, we'll never d.a.m.n well know, will we?" to be differences. We'd always be altering it. And we'd never know where we're going anyway. If that kid is Ari in any measurable degree, we'll never d.a.m.n well know, will we?"

No laughter at all.

iii Justin poured, wine swirling into Grant's many times emptied gla.s.s. Poured another for himself and set the dead bottle down. Grant looked at his gla.s.s with a slightly worried look.

Duty. Grant was getting drunk and thinking about the fact. He knew. He knew the way he could tell that Grant was not going to say a thing, Grant had just decided that duty was not the operative word tonight.

They talked about the office. They talked about a design sequence they had been working on. A bottle of wine apiece did not do much for the design-the connections were getting fuzzy.

But Justin felt better for it.

He felt a strange dissatisfaction with himself. A baby arrived and he went through the day in a state of unreasoning depression. Reseune was aflutter with: "Is she cute?" and "How is she doing?" and he felt as if someone had a fist closed around his heart.

Over a baby being born, for G.o.d's sake. And while a kind of a party was going on in the techs' residencies, and another one over in Wing One residency, he and Grant held their own morose commemoration.

They sat in the pit in the apartment that had been home when they were both small, the apartment that had been Jordan's, crackers and drying sausage slices on the plate, two dead wine bottles standing in cracker crumbs and moisture-rings on the stone table, and a third bottle a third gone. And that was finally enough to put him at distance from things.

Wish a little baby would die? G.o.d, what kind of thinking is that?

He lifted his next gla.s.s when he had filled it, and touched it to Grant's with labored cheerfulness. "Here's to the baby."

Grant frowned and did not drink when he did.

"Come on," Justin said. "We can be charitable."

Grant lifted his eyes and made a small motion of his fingers. Remember they could have us monitored. Remember they could have us monitored.

That was always true. They played games with the House monitors, but they had to go outside to have a word or two they did not have to worry about.

"h.e.l.l, let them listen. I don't care. I feel sorry for the kid. She didn't ask for this."

"No azi does," Grant said sharply. Then a frown made a crease between his brows. "I guess no one does."

"No one does." The depression settled back over the room. He did not know what was going to happen to them, that was what. Reseune was changing, full of strange faces, a.s.signment shifts, the azi were-unsettled by the rejuv order. Elated by that, elated by the fact that they must have pleased someone, and distressed at the rea.s.signments and the transfers and the arrival of strangers. Not harmfully distressed, just-having more change fall on them than they had ever had to cope with: Supervisors' interview schedules were overcrowded and Supervisors themselves were asking for relief that did not exist.

While over in Wing One residency there was an apartment shut up like a mausoleum. Not dusted, not touched, not opened.

Waiting.

"I don't think they'll have any better luck than they did with Bok," Justin said finally. "I really don't. Jane Stra.s.sen, Jane Stra.s.sen, for G.o.d's sake. The endo-" Endocrinology was not a thing one could say after a bottle and a half of wine. "d.a.m.n chemistry. Works fine on the machines. Just nature's way of getting at the thresholds. Nice theory. But they'll end up driving her crazier than Bok. They'd have better luck if they outright ran deep-tape on her. The creativity factor's a piece of garbage. Bring her up to for G.o.d's sake. The endo-" Endocrinology was not a thing one could say after a bottle and a half of wine. "d.a.m.n chemistry. Works fine on the machines. Just nature's way of getting at the thresholds. Nice theory. But they'll end up driving her crazier than Bok. They'd have better luck if they outright ran deep-tape on her. The creativity factor's a piece of garbage. Bring her up to like like Ari's work, deep-tape a little Ari's work, deep-tape a little empathy, empathy, for G.o.d's sake, and turn her loose. The whole project's a d.a.m.n lunatic obsession. It's not Ari's talent they want, not a nice bright kid, it's Ari! It's the for G.o.d's sake, and turn her loose. The whole project's a d.a.m.n lunatic obsession. It's not Ari's talent they want, not a nice bright kid, it's Ari! It's the power power they want back, it's personality! It's a clutch of rejuved relics staring at the great The End and having Reseune's budget to squander. That's what's going on. It's a d.a.m.n disaster. It's too many people's lives and too d.a.m.n little caring upstairs, that's what they're doing. I feel sorry for the kid. I really feel sorry for her." they want back, it's personality! It's a clutch of rejuved relics staring at the great The End and having Reseune's budget to squander. That's what's going on. It's a d.a.m.n disaster. It's too many people's lives and too d.a.m.n little caring upstairs, that's what they're doing. I feel sorry for the kid. I really feel sorry for her."

Grant only stared at him a long while. Then: "I think there is something about creativity and tape-that we don't don't have it to the same degree-" have it to the same degree-"

"Oh, h.e.l.l." Sometimes he trod on Grant without knowing he had done it. Sometimes he opened his mouth and forgot with Grant the sensitivity he made his living using with azi down in the Town. And hated himself. "That's a lot of garbage. I d.a.m.n sure don't believe it when you fix a design a dozen senior designers have been sweating on for a month."

"I'm not talking about that. I am azi. am azi. Sometimes I can see a problem from a vantage they don't have. Frank is azi too, but he's not what I am. I can get a little arrogant. I'm ent.i.tled. But every time I have to argue with Yanni I feel it right in the gut." Sometimes I can see a problem from a vantage they don't have. Frank is azi too, but he's not what I am. I can get a little arrogant. I'm ent.i.tled. But every time I have to argue with Yanni I feel it right in the gut."

"Everybody feels it in the gut. Yanni's a-" feels it in the gut. Yanni's a-"

"Listen to me. I don't think you feel this. I can do it. But I know every bit of what makes me tighten up fits right in that book in the bedroom, and what makes you do it wouldn't fit in this apartment. Look at what they're doing with Ari. They had to build a d.a.m.n tunnel in the mountain to hold what she was."

"So what's it mean that at lunch the day the war started she had fish and she was two days into her cycle? That's c.r.a.p, Grant, that's plain c.r.a.p, and that's the kind of thing they built that tunnel to hold." Along with those d.a.m.n tapes, that's there. Till the sun freezes over. That's what people will remember I was. Along with those d.a.m.n tapes, that's there. Till the sun freezes over. That's what people will remember I was. "You choke up with Yanni because he's got a three-second fuse, that's all. It's his sweet nature, and losing the Fargone post didn't improve it." "You choke up with Yanni because he's got a three-second fuse, that's all. It's his sweet nature, and losing the Fargone post didn't improve it."

"No. You're not listening to me. There is a difference. The world is too complicated for me, Justin. That's the only way I can explain it. I can see the microstructures much better than you. My concentration is all on the fine things. But there's something about azi psychsets-that can't cope with random macrostructures. That whole tunnel, Justin. Just to hold her psychset."

"Psychset, h.e.l.l, it's full of what she did, did, and who she hurt, and she was a hundred twenty years old! You want to go to Novgorod and buy councillors, you'd fill that tunnel up too, d.a.m.n fast." and who she hurt, and she was a hundred twenty years old! You want to go to Novgorod and buy councillors, you'd fill that tunnel up too, d.a.m.n fast."

"I couldn't. I couldn't see behind me. That's what it feels like."

"You've lived in these walls all your life. You could learn."

"No. Not the same things. That's what I'm saying. I could learn everything Ari knew. And I'd still focus too tight."

"You don't either! Who Who saw the conflict in the 78s? saw the conflict in the 78s? I I didn't!" didn't!"

Grant shrugged. "That's because born-men make most of their mistakes by rationalizing a contradiction. I don't make that leap without noticing it."

"You read me me with no trouble at all." with no trouble at all."

"Not always. I don't know what Ari did to you. I know what what happened. I know I wouldn't have been affected the same way." They could talk about that now. But rarely did. "She could have re-structured me. She was very good. But she couldn't do that to you." happened. I know I wouldn't have been affected the same way." They could talk about that now. But rarely did. "She could have re-structured me. She was very good. But she couldn't do that to you."

"She did a d.a.m.n lot." It hurt. Especially tonight. He wanted off the topic.

"She couldn't. Because you don't have a psychset that only fills one book.

You're too complicated. You can change. And I have to be very careful careful of change. I can see the inside of my mind. It's very simple. It has rooms. Yours is Klein bottles." of change. I can see the inside of my mind. It's very simple. It has rooms. Yours is Klein bottles."

"G.o.d," Justin snorted.

"I'm drunk."

"We're drunk." He leaned forward and put his hand on Grant's shoulder. "And we're both Klein-s.p.a.ced. Which is why we're back where we started and I'm willing to bet my psychset is no more complicated than yours. You want to work it out?"

"I-" Grant blinked. "You want an example? My heart just skipped. That embarra.s.ses h.e.l.l out of me. It's that Supervisor trigger. I don't want to do that because I don't think it's smart to mess with your mind; and I jump inside like it was an order."

"h.e.l.l, I hate it when you go self-a.n.a.lytical. You don't want to do it because you don't know when Security is listening; and it's personal and you've got manners. All your deep-sets just describe the same thing I feel. Which is why I stay out of your head."

"No." Grant held up a finger. Earnest. A near hiccup. "The profound reason why we're different. Endo-endo-h.e.l.l! hormones work-in learning- Blood chemistry reacts-to the environment. A given stimulus-sometimes adrenaline is up-sometimes down-sometimes some other thing-shades of gray. Variability-in a random environment. You remember some things right, some wrong, some light, some heavy. We-" Another near hiccup. "-start out from the cradle-with cataphorics. Knock the d.a.m.n thresholds flatter than anything in nature. That means-no shades in our original logic set-up. Things are totally true. We can trust what we get. You You take your psychset in through your senses. Through natural cataphorics. You get your take your psychset in through your senses. Through natural cataphorics. You get your informational informational learning through tape and your psychset through senses. Chancy as h.e.l.l what you get out of anything you see or hear. You learn to average through the flux because you know there'll be variances. But learning through tape and your psychset through senses. Chancy as h.e.l.l what you get out of anything you see or hear. You learn to average through the flux because you know there'll be variances. But we've we've had experts eliminate all logical incon-inconsistencies. We had experts eliminate all logical incon-inconsistencies. We can can take in every detail; we have to, that's the way we process-right. That's why we're d.a.m.n good at seeing specific detail. That's why we process faster on some problems you can't hold in your head. We go learning-state without kat and our early memories didn't come from endocrine-learning; we have no shades of truth. You're averaging and working with a memory that has a thousand shades of value and you're better at averaging shades than you are at remembering what really happened, that's how you can process things that come at you fast and from all sides. And that's what we're worst at. You can come up with two contradicting thoughts and believe both of them because there's flux in your perceptions. I can't." take in every detail; we have to, that's the way we process-right. That's why we're d.a.m.n good at seeing specific detail. That's why we process faster on some problems you can't hold in your head. We go learning-state without kat and our early memories didn't come from endocrine-learning; we have no shades of truth. You're averaging and working with a memory that has a thousand shades of value and you're better at averaging shades than you are at remembering what really happened, that's how you can process things that come at you fast and from all sides. And that's what we're worst at. You can come up with two contradicting thoughts and believe both of them because there's flux in your perceptions. I can't."

"Oh, we're back to that again! h.e.l.l, you work the same as I do. And And you forget your keycard you forget your keycard more more than I do." than I do."

"Because I'm processing something else."

"So do I. Perfectly normal."

"Because I have a dump-reflex just like you: I can go through ac-actions that are purely body-habit. But I'm socialized, I rarely take tape, and I've got two processing systems. The top level I've learned in the real world; endocrine system learning. The bottom, where my reactions are, is simple, d.a.m.n simple, and merci-mercilessly logical. An azi isn't a human lacking lacking a function. He's got the logical function underneath and the random function on top. And you're backwards. You get the random stuff first." a function. He's got the logical function underneath and the random function on top. And you're backwards. You get the random stuff first."

"I'm backwards." backwards."

"Whatever."

"G.o.d. An Emoryite. You test test that way because the cataphorics engrave the pathways they establish so d.a.m.n deep they're the course of least resistance and they're so d.a.m.n structured they that way because the cataphorics engrave the pathways they establish so d.a.m.n deep they're the course of least resistance and they're so d.a.m.n structured they trigger trigger the endo-en-do-crine system in Pavlovian patterns that experience alone wouldn't. For every test that supports Emory there's another one that supports Hauptmann-Poley." the endo-en-do-crine system in Pavlovian patterns that experience alone wouldn't. For every test that supports Emory there's another one that supports Hauptmann-Poley."

"Hauptmann was a social theorist who wanted his results to support his politics."

"Well, what in h.e.l.l was Emory?"

Grant blinked and took a breath. "Emory asked us. us. Hauptmann socialized his subjects till they'd figured out what he wanted them to say. And how he wanted them to test. And an azi Hauptmann socialized his subjects till they'd figured out what he wanted them to say. And how he wanted them to test. And an azi always always wants to please his Supervisor." wants to please his Supervisor."

"Oh, s.h.i.t, s.h.i.t, Grant. So would Emory's." Grant. So would Emory's."

"But Emory was right. right. Hauptmann was wrong. Hauptmann was wrong. That's That's the difference." the difference."

"Tape affects how your endo-crine system responds. Period. You give me enough tape and I'll jump every time you tell me to. And my pulse will do exactly what yours does."

"I'm one h.e.l.l of a tape designer. When I'm old as Stra.s.sen I'll be d.a.m.n good. I'll have all this endocrine learning. That's why some old azi get more like born-men. And some of us get to be real eetees. That's why old azi have more problems. Wing Two's going to be d.a.m.n-d.a.m.n busy with a yardful of armies on rejuv."

Justin was shocked. They were words staff meticulously avoided using. Born-men. Annies. The Yard. It was always CITs; azi; the Town. Grant was p.r.o.nouncedly drunk.

"We'll see whether it makes any difference," Justin said, "whether Ari Emory had whitefish or ham for breakfast on her twelfth birthday."

"I didn't say I thought the Project would work. I say I think Emory's right about what azi are. They didn't start out to invent us. They just needed people. Fast. So start with tape in the cradle. Perfectly benign accident. Now we're eco-economic."

Back in the pre-Union days.

"h.e.l.l."

"I didn't say I minded, ser. We already outnumber you. Soon we'll establish farms where people can grow up like weeds and commune with their glands. There's bound to be a use for them."