The
Chapter 7b
Meanwhile Jon, Ivan and Hap
were looking at the chart on the screen of the laptop. The pattern was all too obvious. The chance any civilization had of surviving
the next fifty years dropped to zero almost in a straight line. Only the
Jon said, “Speaking as an
engineer, I would say that the simple straight line suggests a single simple
mechanism. The gas laws that tell you how
the pressure of a quantity of gas changes with volume and temperature give you
a very simple relationship. But if you
add a few more factors you get the weather, which nobody can predict.”
“It must have something to do
with their culture,” said Ivan. “The
ones with an adaptable attitude last longer.”
“They were usually wiped out
by invaders,” said Hapgood.
“Again, as an engineer, I
would expect that invasions or plagues or climate change would be unrelated to
the age of the civilization. The line
would be horizontal. It certainly
isn’t.”
“So you think that the whole
world is traveling down the same slope?” asked Ivan.
“Well it looks like
“People say that falling
birth rates in the West are a matter of conscious choice,” said Hapgood.
“That’s not what this
says. I mean yes, a fall in birth rate
would do what we are looking at. There
would come a time when there weren’t enough soldiers or administrators, and
down the empire would come. But conscious choice?
That should be a cultural thing.
It should be an intrinsic factor like being adaptable or having an effective
technology.”
“I wonder what
“Speaking of them, where are
they?” countered Hapgood.
James was sitting in the van
parked within sight of the front door of the Pegasus.
Then the door opened and the
solid form of a bodyguard appeared.
Abruptly she put the butterflies away.
She was on stage.
As the bodyguard registered that
he was looking at a strange carton, a woman’s hand pushed out passed the veil
and handed him a note. “SURPRISE!”
“What in the world …,” the
bodyguard blurted.
“What is it?” came a voice from behind him.
“Package,
boss.”
“Well bring it here.”
The guard stood aside and
“Well, boss. I guess it’s coming in by itself.”
Through the veil
“CONGRATULATIONS!”
He leaned forward to peer
into the box, but the hand reached from under the edge of the box and undid one
of his shoe laces. While he reacted, the
box shot over to the entertainment center and turned on some music. Then it scooted to the bar and managed to
pour a martini, which it handed to the boss.
Another note appeared. “Do you want me to dance for you?” Before he could answer, the box started
rocking from side to side in time with the music. Then it spun around and backed up against his
knees.
The boss said, “You ought to
have painted an ass on the back side here.”
The others all laughed a little too hard, but the boss’s laugh sounded
real.
The box moved away and turned
around. For a moment there was the sound
of scribbling, and the box approached and held out a new note. As the note approached him, the knuckles of
the hand touched his knee. The hand
jerked away and then returned without the note and touched his knee
carefully. Then it began to stroke his
knee on the top and then on the inside.
The box turned so that one
corner was between his knees and then nuzzled its way between his thighs. The box rose and dropped a few times; then
the hand came out again holding the note.
“Do you want me to stand up?”
“Sure,” said the boss. “Let’s see you stand up.”
The box hurried to the
curtains where it backed against them and then
She danced behind the curtain
in time to the music, the thin silk caressing and hinting at the sweetly curved
shape beneath. One arm came out and
pulled the silk tighter against her.
Then she put her arms behind her and pulled it around herself. Slowly she twisted herself up in the
cloth. She slid one arm around in front
and ran it over herself. Then she
unwrapped and worked her way back under the box.
The box started back toward
the boss. It stopped midway to do a spin
and then came up to his knees. The hand
came out with a note, “Go ahead. Lift
the box.”
The seated man obligingly
reached out with both hands and lifted the box off
She slowly got up and
continued dancing, moving between his legs until her thighs buffed him. She twisted around and smiled at the other
three men. “Come on, boys. Check out the merchandise.”
They gathered around. She invited, “You can play with anything your
boss isn’t using.” The three men began
groping gently her thighs, her breasts and her buttocks. She seemed to revel in it.
Then the phone rang. The others edged away while their boss
answered, “Yes, what is it?” He
listened. “Sacred Indian ground? They wandered onto sacred Indian ground. I AM SUIRROUNDED BY IDIOTS!”
She smiled brightly and
reached out to put her hand in the crotch of the most convenient man. “We aim to please. Be a doll and call room service. Ask if Adrian Jones has a few minutes he can
come up.” While the man made the call
she pulled the seated man by the hand and said, “Come over to the couch. It might get crowded.”
They moved to the couch where
she curled up against him and beckoned to the others. While they renewed their caresses she said,
“Mind telling me what this is all about?
You can lie. I’ll believe you.”
“Those idiots …,” he began.
“No, not
them. Me.
I’m a woman, remember. It’s all
about me. Why did they send me?”
“Well who sent you?”
“Two men. One was taller
than the other.”
“Probably Fred and Mayon,” said one of the underlings.
“Right,” she said. “So what’s the big deal?”
“Well you won’t believe
this,” he began.
“I believe it already,” she
whispered, wiggling as she received a soft pinch.
“I am about to create the
ultimate world empire. The last. The greatest. This
will be the empire that reaches the stars, than unifies the world,
that brings the future everyone dreams of. I’m going to do it.
“You see there is a secret,
the secret of why empires fail.
“And you have the secret.”
“I thought I had it. But I am missing some important details. And one man, only one man knows what they
are. When I get the details from him I
shall rule it all.”
“Congratulations. I feel so honored. And they sent me to celebrate with you. Of course I would feel more honored if you
weren’t gay.” She put her hand in his
crotch. “You don’t suppose you might
weaken, just a little, just this once, just for me? … mmm? Don’t stop, boys, you’re doing great.”
There was a knock. “Be a doll,” she said placing another crotch
grope. “See if it’s
As the man approached the
door a clear voice rang, “
He flounced into the room
eyeing the men up and down. “Bored,
that’s how I want them. Bored. So I get all
the attention. Well, it looks like a
party or something.”
“Come over and sit on that
side of him, Adrian,” said
“Well, I guess I’ll just have
to settle for what I can get.” He
snuggled up next the man they called “Boss.”
She said, “O this is so
exciting, Mr. Patterson.”
“Patterson,
my names not Patterson. My name’s Hans Turelli.”
“It is?” she said freezing
and putting her fingers to her lips.
“It’s not Patterson? Wrong room. You must
think I’m a … Oh
I am so embarrassed.”
“Go way,” said
She snatched on her clothes
and made for the door.
Hans called, “But it wasn’t a
bad mistake. “I run the biggest online food
delivery service in the world, and a lot of other things as well.”
She said, “But I am in such
trouble. Oh dear.”
And then she was gone. With luck her
serious clothes would still be on the elevator.
Sure enough, when James arced the van around to pick her up, she was back in
professional clothes and holding the graph.
She had hastily put here hair up again.
She piled in and stretched wearily in the seat.
“Thanks, James. Hope the wait wasn’t too long.”
“That’s no problem. The others probably have had enough to stay
amused.”
The next morning they drove
out
“I’ve been wondering about
that,” said James. “I think maybe old
man Amos isn’t doing too well.”
“But I’ll bet he keeps
secrets real well,” said Ivan.
Technically speaking
But nothing can keep the
water from percolating slowly through the soil and rocks below. Early on they realized that a body buried in
a wooden casket would bob to the surface fairly soon. So the custom developed of burying people
above ground. The wealthy were placed in
mausoleums. The more frugal were placed
in pigeon holes the size of lockers at the bus station. At each new inhumation in a cubby hole, the
older contents were pushed back and the newly deceased inserted. The cemetery was a landscape of small marble
buildings.
They fanned out and started
to search. Presently there was a
shout. Ivan had found a grave marked,
“Amos Montgomery.”
“Morning,
AM,” said James when they had gathered. The
sign indicated that he had been buried there about forty years before.
“Looks like a dead end,” said
“Let me see,” said Jon. He cast an engineer’s eye on the door. The others were sealed in with mortar, but
this one seemed to have a slight gap around it, as if it were mounted on hinges. “Can I see your knife, Ivan?”
Jon probed with the knife
blade until he found a latch. After a
couple tries he tripped it and then pried with the tip. The door swung outward. Inside were a well seasoned skeleton and a
plastic envelope with a sheet of paper.
Jon took the envelope and closed the door.
He said, “All right,
James. What do they eat for breakfast
around here?”
“I’ve got just the place.”
Soon they settled around a
table next a courtyard in the French Quarter and ordered some biniets, which turned out to be delectable little pastries
dipped in powdered sugar. While
breakfast came,
“So they are after me,” said
Ivan. “I thought it was just paranoia.”
“At least it sounds like we
don’t go to
“I thought we might,” said Hapgood. “It’s on
that great circle we were looking at.”
“Well if we must, we must,”
said Jon. Then they went about the
business of inflicting horrible damage on breakfast.
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out the paper and looked at it.
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down.
Hap said mildly, “Well I
don’t remember him being quite so irritating, but since he brings the subject
up …”
Jon gazed at it. “There seem to be two messages here. Does anybody know about ‘Mother Shipton’?”
They all shook their heads.
“Well where do we find out
about her?”
There was a modem in the
laptop.
“Yes, I know,” he said and went
to work again on the internet. “Right on the circle.
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