No. Do you think they really want to? There was still an edge of sulkiness to its voice.
The ship suddenly spoke up: Electrical storm coming up. Do you want to go around it?
No, straight through, Justinian said. And lets have full visual.
No problem, said the ship. It was nice to speak to a PC that didnt automatically disagree with him, Justinian thought.
Viewing fields expanded all around, and the scattered flight chairs and carpeted interior of the flier gradually disappeared, leaving Justinian, the baby, and the robot seemingly hanging in empty air. There was nothing but the deep blue sea below them, the blue sky above, and, ahead of them, the sinister black line of storm clouds approaching at Mach 7.
Its AI fives region, explained the ship. Lots of warm air rising from the ocean heat exchange.
The black line of the storm clouds lengthened and grew, towering higher and higher above them, and Justinian felt a thrill of anticipation as he saw the flicker of lightning. Puffs of grey skittered past them, the sea below glimmered in an unearthly violet, and then, with a breathtaking suddenness, the storm enveloped them. They flew into the space between the anvil clouds, the darkness lit by an eerie electrical glow. Lightning arced from the seething dark below them, up to the towering masses of clouds above. Justinian flew through the dark cathedral spaces feeding pear pieces to the baby, who turned his head this way and that at the strange glowing lights, so fascinated that he almost forgot to eat.
At the front of the flier, slumped in a flight chair, Leslie sulked.
The baby was crawling across the soft carpet, arms and legs moving like a clockwork toy as he chased a striped ball. The viewing fields had been collapsed to normal proportions now that they had left the region of the storm. Justinians attention flicked back and forth between his son and the twisted shapes of the Minor Mountain region. Blue-grey rills and columns, crags and cliffs all formed a cracked and tilted pavement below the flier. Red crystals grew from the highest peak, another VNM project mysteriously abandoned before completion. The flier interrupted his thoughts.
Sorry, Justinian, course corrections during the storm have added about five minutes to the journey. Well be pushing it to make your connection off planet.
Why? said Justinian, relaxing in his flight chair. According to my reckoning, we should still make the shuttle with ten minutes to spare.
The ship did not answer straightaway. When it did, its voice sounded a little slow. From what I understand, the shuttle launch has been brought forward.
Justinian looked at Leslie,
whose face immediately smudged over. Knowing the robot could still hear him, he spoke in deliberately calm tones.
Im sure theyll hold for us. Radio ahead and let them know were coming.
They may not be able to wait, the robot said, his face unsmudging. The shuttle will obey the commands of the hypership.
Justinian grinned at the robot. I thought you would most likely be the brains behind this latest development. Well, its not a problem; the flier can go faster than this.
The baby was pistoning back up the length of the flier now, heading towards Leslie, giggling as he chased the ball. Justinian rose easily from his seat and kicked the ball aft. The baby laughed as he turned to follow it.
I dont know how you can be so without conscience, Leslie said accusingly. Youre walking out on all of us, and you dont give a damn.
Justinian laughed easily. Dont even try to make me feel guilty, Leslie. Youve done nothing so far but mislead me and put my child in danger. Youre damn right I dont feel concerned about leaving.
What about Anya? Leslie asked.
That was a pretty low shot, Justinian said icily.
Well? Can you be sure there is no connection between her and this place? What are you going to tell the baby when he grows up? Will you then explain to your son why he has no name?
Justinian thought about the last time he had seen his wife, laid out on the sepal of a giant flower, high above the Devolian Plain: her long hair brushed out all around her, the simple white shift that she wore, the locket at her breast containing pictures of him and the baby. And the utterly lifeless look in her eyes. Her body was alive, but her intelligence had gone.
Justinian stared at the robot. Thats beneath contempt, he said, curling his lip. You really thought that would work? I thought you could manipulate my actions better than that. All youre doing is making me angrier.
He chased after the giggling baby, picked him up and swooped him further down the flier where he placed him down on the rear section of the hatch, aiming him up the carpet.
Okay, baby, he said, go!
Laughing, the child began to crawl back toward the robot, who seemed to be standing very, very still. Justinian was concentrating on the baby; he was elated at the thought of leaving the planet. He was only dimly aware of the fact that robots and AIs had had nearly two centuries of learning how to manipulate humans. The nagging thought-that if Leslie had annoyed him then Leslie would have meant to annoy him-was rudely shoved aside when something in a nearby viewing field flickered in his peripheral vision. Justinian rubbed his eyes, feeling suddenly disoriented.