Alien Earth

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Authors: Megan Lindholm
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with practiced ease. Connie saw that suddenly. As she would have tried to lie, if he hadn’t come along. But somehow she knew she’d have been caught. And it would have been the last lie she ever told. They could do that, on a Readjustment, takeaway the capability to lie. What truths would I tell, Connie wondered. John swung up the carry sack, thumped it down on the counter. Connie heard the heaviness of the thud as an involuntary truth.
    “I have to clear it all,” the clerk told them. She seemed annoyed at actually having to work. She touched the fabric of the scarf, fingered loose a fold of the skirt’s lightness. “Pretty. Wish I could afford it on a stationer’s pay.” She glared briefly at John with unconcealed hostility for rich spacers. The clerk’s hands started to delve deeper into the bag.
    “So keep it,” John said, smiling down on the clerk. “I think it will do things for your eyes.”
    He tugged the scarf loose, leaned forward to lazily place it on the clerk’s shoulder. She goggled up at him, and Connie was suddenly aware of how tall John must seem to people unused to him. The clerk shifted suddenly, spilling an entertainment block from her lap to the floor. “Naughty, naughty!” John chided her as she scrambled to pick it up and hide it from the other oncoming Mariners. “Don’t want to get caught doing that on duty time! Remember, port security depends on you. Our lives depend on you.” He seemed incredibly sincere in his gentle rebuke. He picked up the carry bag casually, winked at the girl.
    “No, sir,” she all but gasped, and smiled sickly at him. Her hand stole up to caress the scarf at her throat.
    “Connie!”
    She realized she’d been standing there, staring at the clerk as John walked off. At his voice, she jerked and followed him, aware of the clerk’s venomous stare on her back. She had to hurry to catch up with John. Even then, she walked behind, not beside him. Neither of them spoke.
    For crew or passengers, there was a tube lift to Evangeline’s gondola. Connie stepped into it with John, felt the brief muffling as the door hummed shut and the air in the tube lift repressurized to match Evangeline’s gondola. Then she was moving slowly and smoothly aloft, away from Delta’s tunneled corridors and toward the ancient doming that protected her. A brief pause as fail-safes opened and closed, and they moved through a lock and into a second tube. The lift proceeded.
    “Let me tell you a thing or two about old Tug,” Johnsaid suddenly. He spoke softly, and she had to strain her ears to hear him. “He can be charming and warm. Comes across as a great person. You’ll think you’ve eliminated the barriers between Human and Arthroplana and found a true friend. Well, don’t believe it. He doesn’t give a damn about you or me or anything but himself. If they’d caught you at that checkpoint, he’d have denied all knowledge of what you were up to.”
    Connie found she had come to attention and was standing as still and silent as if this were a formal dressing down. From the moment John had called to her, she’d felt paralyzed by his presence. Now it came to her that if she had committed a crime, he had just aided and abetted her in it. A little tingle of anger ran through her, that he could act so superior about it. Her gaze met his and she saw the jolt of surprise he felt at the coldness in her eyes.
    “How did you know what I was doing?” she demanded softly.
    John recovered well. “You’re not the first crew member Tug has seduced. I recognized the type of carry tote that Talbot uses, and guessed by the weight of it. But you’re the most naive. The others usually had the sense to disguise what they were carrying for Tug. I guess that’s why I stepped in?”
    He said the last sentence wonderingly, almost to himself, as if he truly were not sure why he had intervened.
    “Thank you.” The words came from her reflexively, and then she realized she meant them. “I

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