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disabled them.”
“What?”
She nodded. “About six months ago. He admitted it to me, during a fight. He said the control implant made him feel like he wasn’t himself.”
“Does his doctor AI know?”
“I don’t know. It’s his business, not mine.”
“It’s your business if he hits you! If he makes your life miserable!”
“He’s only … gotten physical a couple of times. …”
“That’s a couple of times too damned many!” He shook his head. “Maybe I shouldn’t leave after all. …”
“No, Johnny. No, you were right the first time. You’ve got to go. Maybe if you do, there won’t be as much holding me here.”
“I worry about you, Mom.”
“Don’t. I can look out for myself.”
“Mom, I’ve been researching this, downloading stuff from the psych library in Hermosillo. Dad is an abuser. A clinically abusive personality. If we stay here—if you stay here—he’ll hurt you. Maybe worse. You’ve got to get out.”
“It’s not that bad, Johnny. Really. It’s just sometimes he can’t control himself.”
“Bullshit.”
“What?”
“I said, bullshit. Look … the last time he hit you … if there’d been a cop in the living room that time, or even a security robot, recording what happened, do you think he would have touched you?”
“That’s not—”
“Would he have hit you if anyone was there?”
She struggled with the thought for a moment. “Well … no.”
“Then he can control himself. Don’t you see? He hits you because he can, because he knows he can get away with it, and it’s a way of exercising power. And it’s not just the hitting. Words can hurt as much as fists sometimes, you know? What the downloads I’ve been looking at call emotional abuse. And the way he spies on us, tries to go through our private cyberfiles …” John shook his head, feeling desperate. “That’s why I’ve got to leave, now. I just can’t take it any longer. If I don’t leave now—”
“I know, son. I want you to go.”
“But I don’t want to abandon you.”
“You’re not. I told you to go, didn’t I?” She managed a smile. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve been thinking … I’ve been thinking about my sister in San Diego, maybe going up and seeing her.”
“If you do, Mom, don’t come back. Please?”
“We’ll see. As for you … you’ll be careful?”
“As careful as they’ll let me be.”
“It’s just that … Wouldn’t the Navy be … well … cleaner?”
He laughed. “No muddy foxholes on a high guard cruiser, that’s for sure. But, no. I’ve wanted to go with the Corps ever since I read Ocher Sands.” He’d liked the downloaded drama so much that he’d bought the hardcopy book as well. He’d been enticed by the fact that it was about his great-grandfather, “Sands of Mars Garroway,” and his grandmother, Caitlin. But he’d been permanently hooked by the tales of Marine men and women serving off-world, on the moon, Mars, and the Jovian satellites.
“I hear it’s awfully hard. The training, I mean.”
He reached down, picked up a flat stone the size of the palm of his hand, and sent it skipping out across the waves three … four … a fifth skip before it sank. “Yeah. And I’ll tell you the truth, Mom. I don’t know if I can cut it. But I know I have to try.”
“I imagine with that kind of attitude, you’ll make it. I’m proud of you, Johnny.”
“Thanks, Mom. Are you … you’re sure you’ll be all right?”
“I’ll be fine. Will you be okay?”
“Sure! Plenty of fresh air and exercise? Plenty to eat? And plenty of friendly, helpful drill instructors to remind me of Dad in his more emotional moments, just so I don’t get homesick.” He didn’t add that Lynnley would be there too. His mom knew he and Lynnley had been seeing each other, but he didn’t think she would understand their pact. She might think he was joining the Marines just because Lynn was joining, and that wasn’t the way things were at all.
“One question, son.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you still want to be assigned to space duty?”
“Well … sure. I’ll take SMF if it’s offered. That’s where the real excitement’s at, you know.”
She made a face. “Yes. I know. But you might be gone … a long time.”
“Probably. A couple of years, maybe, for a hitch on Mars. That’s not so bad.” He hadn’t told her that he’d already dreamsheeted for Space Marine Force duty with the recruiter. Not that he was all that likely to land a space billet, but he wanted the chance, and bringing that bit of news into the conversation would … complicate things.
“Let’s just wait and see what happens, okay?” he told her.
She smiled. “Okay.”
They turned around and began strolling back up the beach toward the steps leading up the cliffs to the house.
IP Packet Osiris
En route, Mars to Earth
1847 hours Zulu
Dr. Traci Hanson was still furious, two days after she’d left Mars. How dare they interrupt her work at Cydonia? There couldn’t be anything so demanding of her particular attention and expertise back home that warranted dragging her away from the Cydonian xenocomplex, to say nothing of the sheer, insane cost of stuffing her on board a constant-g packet that would have her back on Earth within a week.
“The hell of it is,” she growled at one of her cabin mates, “the institute ordered me home, but I think your people are pulling the strings.” She was lying on her couch, flat on her back and feeling miserable.
Gunnery Sergeant Athena Horst snorted. “Who? The Corps?”
“No. The Pentagon. The government. Hell, whoever it is who’s running the show these days.”
“You didn’t do so hot in civics in school, did you, babe?”
“Only the federal government can afford to give us a cruise back to Earth in such luxury,” Hanson said with a sneer, glancing around the cramped, gray-green compartment that was quarters to her and three Marines for the duration.
“Well, they’re not my people. We’re as much in the dark about this redeployment as you are.”
“I was talking with Lieutenant Kerns a little while ago,” Staff Sergeant Krista Ostergaard put in. “The scuttlebutt is that we’re being reassigned to a new mission. An out-Solar mission.”
“That means Llalande,” Master Sergeant Vanya Barnes said. “Shit.”
“You don’t want to go to the stars, Van?” Ostergaard said.
“I don’t want to be gone twenty years.”
Horst shrugged. “Hell, why not? The time’ll pass like that,” she snapped her fingers, “thanks to old Einstein. And it’s not like we have families back home.”
“The Corps is