snatched glances at her ex-rival while they worked and could have sworn he was looking younger than he did when she first saw him. Maybe it was the fact that her presence confirmed that only dozens of hours had passed in the real world, not the fifteen years he thought he’d lived through. She wondered whether
she
, regardless of appearance, had also played a factor in his reverse-ageing.
At one point, he caught her watching him.
“What is it?”
She glanced over at where Tomek Miller was working. Tom was bent over a far table, creating copies of his dazzling code capsule. If he wanted to, he could hear their conversation but seemed too intent on his own task. She knew that level of focus well.
“It’s just…” She shrugged but continued watching Carl closely. “You’ve really changed, you know that?”
An edge of his mouth lifted up in a jagged smile. “Yeah, well, I don’t recommend the cure for everybody. Fifteen years of almost solitary confinement in a universe of data is a slightly extreme route to take.”
“It equates to less than two days in the real world,” she said. “Could be just the kind of therapy a lot of wives are after.”
Carl barked out a laugh. “Yeah, I can see it now.” With his fingers, he mimed words flashing on an invisible banner just above head height. “Basement Five Marriage Guidance Centre. ‘We straighten out your husband so you don’t have to!’ What are you saying? Let’s forget about this whole cyberspace nonsense and leverage the technology to…save relationships?”
“It’d make us rich.” Her voice was coy. “A lot richer than just banging out software.”
“It’d drive most people psychotic.” He sobered suddenly and walked over to her, grabbing a chair on his way. When he was close enough to speak without Miller eavesdropping, he sank into the chair and edged it closer to her.
“Do you know what kept me sane during all these years?” he asked.
Tania gazed into his blue eyes. “No.”
“You. It might have taken more than a decade,” he knocked against the side of his skull with a loosely bunched fist, “and I can be a bit dense up here from time to time, but I started thinking of what was important in my life. Making money? Buying a yacht? Owning a New York penthouse? They’re all just outward trappings, aren’t they?”
She laughed nervously, uncomfortable in the presence of such naked honesty, especially from Carl Orin. “Stop it.”
He reached for her hand. “But it’s true, isn’t it? I’ve had time to think, Tania, lots of time and I can’t escape the conclusion that I’d been a damn fool all those months we worked together.”
His thumb stroked the skin over her knuckles and it felt so comforting that she almost believed him.
“Who are you,” she asked, pulling her hand away and trying to regain her mental balance, “and what have you done with Carl Orin?”
He flashed that jagged smile again. “I really did a job on you, didn’t I?”
“You forget,” she licked her lips, “only yesterday, you had sex with me then left me blindfolded in bed so you could be the first human in cyberspace.”
She watched the expressions flit across his face. Wryness. Regret. Shame.
“That was yesterday for you. Fifteen years ago for me. And, as you can see,” he glanced meaningfully at the other person in the room, “we were both wrong about being the first here.”
That was true. What had seemed so vitally, critically, important one real-time day ago was…not so important now.
“And you’ve really changed?” she asked. Softly. Hopefully.
He lifted her hand and placed a delicate kiss on each knuckle. “What do you think?”
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