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"I think they are probably mature," said Sonja.
"Like we're "Well, that's what they like to think anyway. What makes them so smart, other then being thousands of years ahead of us technologically?" "They're our ancestors," she said. "They claim that they created us." "Yeah, I heard they were the ancient gods, all that." "He's not such a terrible guy," said Zed. "He
just has that blind Zed, who like everyone else on Earth had considered the evidence for the past ten years, replied, "I think there's a possibility. The DNA bears out some. Why else would we share their DNA? But I don't know that I accept that they bred us by adding their DNA to the ape ancestor." "Well," said Sonja, "I may just be a dumb
whore, but what if a zillion years ago, some people planted all over the
galaxy the seeds for life? What if we're related all over the place because
we started out from the same seed?" Before Zed could make a comeback, the security chief entered the bar and made his salutations to the Admiral and his Vashni guests. At exactly that moment, Luna swished by, trailing a gossamer scarf in the air as she rained kisses on some friend she had spotted in the crowd. That was all that was needed to set Westweiller off. Sonja stiffened as he raised a hand in the air and snapped
his fingers, summoning several of his officers. A moment of whispering
was followed with the fanning out of his crew, one of which grabbed Luna
by the arm to escort her out the door. The little hooker placidly submitted. "What are you doing?" demanded Zed in astonishment. Sonja was not surprised. Zed put a warning hand on the cop's arm. "I said, what do you think you're doing? What has this woman done?" The security guard -- pink faced, young and freshly arrived
on the station, did not look too sure of himself. "Under orders,
Sir," he said with the dry, toneless enunciation of cops everywhere.
"Chief does not want prostitutes socializing with the crew on their
off hours." While Sonja stood there with a smirk on her face, Zed was irate. "What the hell are you talking about?" he practically yelled. "Everywhere on Earth, prossies mingle with the crowd. How else would they drum up business? What's the matter with you?" "Not me, Sir. I'm only following orders. Besides, this
isn't Earth. Here the Chief is the boss." "He is not," snapped Zed. "The Admiral is in charge!" The cop did not reply. "Excuse me then, Sir,"
he said as he finished the job of leading Sonja out of the bar. "I wonder," said Sonja in her own dry tone, "does
the Chief sleep well at night? I mean, knowing that he is God's representative
in Space?" The young cop's face did not change expression. "Good
night then," he said before he turned on his heels and returned to
the saloon. Luna burst into Sonja's quarters, her eyes dark holes in her pale, swollen face. "It's not worth crying about," said Sonja. She
sounded dry. though she had a soft spot in her heart for Luna. "They're
just a bunch of assholes." "Never trust a person who says 'Trust me'," said
Sonja, but her "Maybe he's forgotten about it by now, Luna. Maybe
he's got better things to worry about." "No, no, he'd never forget. He's got a memory like
a macrocomputer. He's snuffed people after twenty years, Sonja! That man
holds onto his grudges. Oh, what will I do if they throw us out of here?" "What about Ling Po? Just because the American government decides we can't be here, the Chinese can do what they like." "So?" said Luna, her voice in its highest range.
"She'll stay and "Oh, honey," said Sonja, beginning to feel her own panic. "Why'd you ever get messed up with that bastard?" Luna shook her blonde head. "I don't know. He was glam.
He came on strong and took me places. I didn't know he was organized crime." "Oh, honey," Sonja repeated, not knowing what
else to say. What was her own disappointment at having to give up her
financial plans next to Luna's serious trouble? Already Sonja's mind was racing ahead to what she could
possibly do. Action would distract her from worrying about Luna or despairing
over having to return to Earth, to the only way she knew to make a living,
in some friendless city somewhere. Luna began to sob again. "Save it," said Sonja. "You might not need
it." But she really had no confidence at all about that. After waiting two hours in Admiral Benson's outer office,
Sonja was directed to the inner sanctum with a warning from his secretary
to take no more than five minutes. Her shock that he knew her name must have registered on her face. "Of course, I know who you are," said Benson, rising and extending a hand to her. "Though you may not know it, I value your contribution to the morale on this station." "Thank you," she stammered. He motioned for her to sit. He had those new chairs that
mold to the body, and it was such a pleasure to drop into one that, for
a moment, she forgot why she was there. "Um, Admiral, I just heard
from my friend that Westweiller has arranged for his Senator friend to
swing the vote --" The Admiral interrupted. "Yes, know all about it. And sorry too. That little worm has been undermining everything I stand for in here. I'm afraid that I have little equal power in the Senate. If they pass that bill, you'll be called home. Unless you change your citizenship within a month, there's not much I can do." "It takes a couple of years to change citizenship,"
said Sonja. Sonja lowered her head. "But I have witnessed some miracles in my life," added the Admiral. Sonja was not impressed. "Well, thank you, Admiral Benson." He stood up and again extended his hand. "I'm as upset
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