She hoped it was poison gas. She hoped it would kill everyone who took a breath.
“Hello,” a voice said.
Yahvi blinked and saw that the door was slightly ajar. She had fallen asleep sitting on the bed with her back to the window. That had been stupid; now she hurt all over.
She stood up as Counselor Nigel and his two companions, Counselors Cory and Ivetta, entered. Counselor Cory was holding a covered tray. “How are you feeling?” Counselor Nigel said.
“Like shit. How do you think?”
“Hostility is unproductive,” the female companion, Counselor Ivetta, said.
“You started it.”
“You invaded Free Nation U.S.,” Counselor Cory said.
Counselor Nigel tried to smile. Yahvi realized that he was quite awkward for his age. He had dark hair, cut close, a rosy complexion and brown eyes. If he’d been closer to her age, she might have found him appealing. “Argument is unproductive,” he announced, directing it at his companions as well as to Yahvi. “We can offer you food.”
“I’d rather see my parents and the others.”
“Eventually.”
“What did you do to Chang?”
“I have no information about him,” Counselor Nigel said.
“Or you just won’t share what you know,” Yahvi said. “Fine. Give me some food.”
Counselor Nigel nodded, and Counselor Cory set the tray on the foot of the bed. He removed the lid, revealing several packaged items unfamiliar to Yahvi. “What do I—?”
“That’s right,” Counselor Nigel said, “Keanu humans don’t have packaging.”
He reached out to assist, but Yahvi deftly slid the tray away long enough to tear the first two packages apart. The first one held some kind of sandwich, which smelled pretty good.
The second one held a purple drink that spilled all over the bed. “Oops,” Yahvi said, and drank what was left. Then she devoured the sandwich in four bites.
“Now,” she said, offering not a thank-you but rather a belch. “What did you want to talk about?”
Had she not been worried about her parents and other companions, Yahvi might have enjoyed the interrogation by the team from THE. It consisted of each of the black-suited idiots asking her questions about Keanu (“Can’t you just read all the stuff that got published? It’s sort of true”) or the Adventure mission (“We came to free you, is that what you want to hear?”) or what weapons they carried (“Hands and teeth for me”) or would she be willing to submit to THE training (“Do I have to wear those ugly suits?”).
Every answer, no matter how snarky or snide it sounded, had this virtue: It happened to be true.
Before the questioning, Counselor Ivetta had produced a small instrument with a pair of wire leads that reminded Yahvi of her lost Beta unit. Yahvi knew without being warned that it was a lie detector. As the woman from THE attached the leads to Yahvi’s arm and neck, she asked, “When do I get my things back?”
“The plane and its contents have been legally confiscated by Free Nation U.S.” Counselor Cory said.
“But,” Counselor Nigel said, “we might be able to retrieve personal items . . .”
If you cooperate. Yahvi was able to finish the sentence for him. Well, she had, in her fashion.
The last exchange led Yahvi to ask a question of her own: “Don’t you think I’m going back to Keanu?”
Counselor Nigel assumed his more-in-sorrow-than-anger tone. “Given that your ship was damaged and is thousands of kilometers away, it seems unlikely.”
“What would you do if you were me?”
That question seemed to surprise him. “I’d cooperate,” he said.
“What happens if I don’t?”
Now he just looked at her, blinking. Rachel had told Yahvi once that blinking wasn’t a reflexive act, the eyes wetting themselves . . . it was actually the brain’s way of reloading information.
Once he’d reloaded, Counselor Nigel said, “I’m going to be honest with you. You may not like us,” he said, indicating his companions, “but we represent a growing population that has adjusted to the Aggregates and maybe even made them work for us and not the other way around. We think there is a bright, human-dominated future waiting, if we’re smart. It’s time for you and your family and your friends to be smart. Consider Transformational Human Evolution.”
Counselor Cory took that as a cue to deliver the sales pitch: “No matter what you’ve heard, THE isn’t a religion. It’s really just a better way of looking at the way humans and Aggregates can coexist . . . and how we can apply their knowledge to our evolution.”
Yahvi registered very little of Counselor Cory’s message beyond the explanation for THE. But she had been genuinely interested in Counselor Nigel’s answer, right up to the word adjusted, which was one of those bullshit words grown-ups were always using to make you to do things their way. So far, in her fourteen years of life, Yahvi had yet to be convinced that grown-up ways were better. Look at this whole trip, which she hadn’t wanted to take—hadn’t wanted her parents to go on. They’d almost been killed at least two times while failing completely in their mission.
And they had had no fun, none of the seeing-great-sites-of-Earth crap Rachel had promised. The new people they had met? Please.
Yahvi wouldn’t have bothered. Going back in time even earlier, she wouldn’t have turned Keanu around . . . she and most of the yavaki were agreed on that: Go forward, into the universe. Earth was fucked up to begin with; the Reiver Aggregates only made it slightly worse. A group of a few hundred couldn’t change that, no matter how many Keanu-based weapons they cooked up.
But now that she was here—
“What does that mean, ‘be smart’?” She pointed to the lie detector. “I’ve answered all your questions. What else is there?”
“I don’t know yet. Offer to help, maybe.”
“Oh, come on, you aren’t going to tell me you have problems we could fix.”
“Of course not,” Counselor Nigel said. “But right now your strategy and that of your friends seems to be—we’re the enemy and you’ve been taken prisoner. Every interaction is a struggle.”
The man from THE was nothing but reasonable, but Yahvi not only didn’t trust him or respect him . . . she had no idea what she could do that would make her seem “reasonable.”
Yahvi unhooked the lie detector, slid off the bed, and pointed to the window. “By the way, what happened out there?”
“What do you mean?” Counselor Nigel said.
“That big cloud to the east.”
Counselor Nigel shrugged. “I must have missed it. Not important.”
But Counselor Ivetta was blinking like crazy. Which suggested to Yahvi that this cloud had been caused by something other than a forest fire. Interesting.
“We have to take her now,” Counselor Cory said.
“To my parents, I hope.”
“Eventually,” Counselor Nigel said, opening the door. Yahvi briefly considered resisting, but there were three of them and one of her.
Yahvi didn’t like the way that sounded. “What happens first?”
“We’re only phase one of the interview process.”
He stopped in front of a door farther down a dark hall. Only then did Yahvi see that it was covered with tiny Aggregates.
It opened.
The room was several times larger than the one Yahvi had been held in and looked just like the conference room at Yelahanka, minus the viewing screens and the table.
There was only a single chair . . . and half a dozen anteater Reiver Aggregates, all of them buzzing, chattering, and moving in that disturbing way, some twirling, some vibrating in place, all of them making Yahvi feel as uncomfortable and alone as she’d ever felt.