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〃In　effect；　they　were　just　that；〃　he　told　her；　more　animated　suddenly。　〃By　the　time　the　lights　reached　the　ship；　they　knew　exactly　what　they　were　after。〃

〃We're　crippled；　then。　Is　that　what　you're　telling　me？〃　The　scientist　shook　his　head。　〃Oh；　no；　we　have　some　drive　capacity　left　to　us；　although　nowhere　near　what　we'd　require　to　go　superluminal。　In　fact；　as　things　stand　we　would　be　as　stranded　in　our　own　space　as　we　are　here。〃

Lisa　let　out　her　breath。　〃You're　full　of　good　news；　aren't　you？〃

Lang　shrugged。　〃I'm　sorry　if　I　can't　tell　you　what　you'd　undoubtedly　like　to　hear。〃

Lisa　waved　a　hand　at　the　screen。　〃I'm　the　one　who's　sorry；　Doctor。　But　you've　got　to　give　me　something　to　go　on。　I　mean；　do　we　sit　here　and　wait　for　those　。　。　。　things　to　e　back　and　nibble　away　at　more　of　our　systemry？〃

〃As　opposed　to　what；　Admiral？〃　Lang　wanted　to　know。　〃Christ；　I　don't　know。　Move。　Somewhere。〃

Lang　smiled；　recalling　Rem's　real…time　bubble　theory。　〃Your　husband　suggested　that　I　fashion　us　a　world。〃

Lisa　regarded　him　tight…lipped。　〃Then　do　it；〃　she　said　after　a　moment。


Minmei　cradled　Rem's　head　in　her　arms。　She　pushed　his　hair　back　from　his　face　and　leaned　an　ear　close　to　his　parted　lips。　She　was　certain　he　had　ceased　breathing　for　a　time；　but　that　heart…stopping　moment　was　past；　his　exhalation　ruffling　the　strands　of　hair　she　had　hooked　behind　her　ear。　Her　breath　was　ing　in　shallow　gasps　as　she　pressed　his　head　to　her　bosom；　praying　that　he　would　regain　consciousness　soon。

Holding　him　like　that；　staring　down　at　his　beautiful　face；　she　found　herself　walking　through　an　ancient　memory。　Tiresia；　on　the　night　of　the　SDF…3's　New　Year's　celebration。　The　Sentinels'　ship；　Farrago；　had　yet　to　arrive　in　Fantomaspace；　and　there　she　was　with　eyes　only　for　Jonathan　Wolff：　But　she　remembered　watching　Rem　that　night　while　Wolff　told　her　all　the　things　he　must　have　assumed　she　wanted　to　hear。　And　she　remembered　gazing　at　him　the　way　she　had　often　observed　others　gazing　at　her；　with　a　look　people　reserved　for　screen　idols　and　heroes。　What　might　have　happened　if　Rem　had　remained　in　Tiresia　instead　of　joining　the　Sentinels？　she　wondered。　Would　his　presence　have　altered　events；　given　her　the　strength　to　steer　clear　of　Edwards　and　grandiose　plans？

It　was　Rem　who　had　rushed　to　her　side　after　she　had　killed　Fdwards's　horrible　minion　on　Optera。　Her　voice　had　awarded　a　personal　victory；　a　fitting　end；　she　had　decided。　But　on　that　same　day　Janice　had　walked　out　of　her　life　forever。　And　Lynn…Kyle　so　soon　before　that　。。。　It　had　been　difficult　for　to　go　on　when　the　memories　of　the　sacrifices　made　in　her　behalf　were　so　vivid。　When　she　had　been　so　undeserving。　So　evil。

But　Rem　had　continued　to　stick　by　her　in　Tiresia；　during　the　months　she　had　languished　under　doctors'　care；　the　Booths　and　years　when　she　had　so　little　will　to　survive。　And　looking　at　him　now；　imagining　the　two　of　them　walking　Tiresia's　Romelike　streets　together；　she　was　not　sure　she　was　envisioning　a　past　that　almost　was　or　a　future　that　could　be。　A　kind　of　alternative　present；　she　told　herself。　One　they　could　fashion　together　to　erase　the　mistakes　both　Zor　and　Minmei　had　made。

She　ran　a　hand　across　her　belly　arid　sighed。　At　the　same　time　a　soft　groan　escaped　Rem's　lips；　and　he　moved　his　head　against　her。

〃Rem；〃　she　said。　〃Oh；　please；　darling　。　。　。〃　And　his　eyelids　fluttered　and　opened。


Jack　knuckled　his　eyes　with　gloved　hands；　wondering　what　could　have　given　him　such　a　shot　to　the　head　that　he　was　seeing　stars。　It　was　not　exactly　unheard　of　for　the　〃thinking　caps〃　to　malfunction　and　send　a　jolt　of　current　through　one's　system…to　bite　the　head　that　fed　them；　as　the　saying　went　but　that　usually　left　one　with　twitching　limbs　or　feeling　like　someone　had　unzipped　one's　backbone　and　poured　hot　lead　down　one's　spine。　Not　seeing　stars。　And　he　didn't　think　he　had　sustained　a　hit　from　one　of　those　lights；　either；　because　he　had　seen　them　retreat　into　the　black　curtain　newspace　had　unexpectedly　lowered。

Hadn't　he？

Jack　forced　his　eyes　wide　open。　And　kept　seeing　stars。

It　was　as　though　the　retreating　light　tendrils　had　simply　decided　to　hang　themselves　out　there　for　his　benefit。

〃Uh；　this　is　Red　One；〃　he　said　slowly。　〃Is　anybody　seeing　what　I'm　seeing？　I　mean；　is　anybody；　uh　。　。　。　〃

Karen's　face　resolved　on　the　tactical　screen；　but　she　didn't　speak。　She　seemed　to　be　staring　off　into　space；　and　Jack　had　to　call　her　several　times　before　she　responded。

〃Jack；　did　you　see　it？〃　she　said。

He　exhaled　in　a　relieved　way。　〃I'm　seeing　stars　if　that's　what　you're　talking　about。〃

〃But　the　way　they　got　there；　Jack　。。。　It　was　like　they　just　assembled　themselves　into　constellations。〃

〃Yeah；　well；　it's　like　Lang　said。　We　were　trapped　in　hyperspace；　and　now　we're　not。〃　Jack　gestured　to　the　blackness　outside　the　Alpha's　cockpit。　〃That's　real　space　out　there；　and　those　are　stars。　We're　home；　kid。　Get　used　to　the　idea。〃

She　looked　directly　at　him。　〃You　don't　seriously　believe　that；　do　you？〃

Jack　fell　silent　for　a　moment。　〃No；　I　suppose　I　don't；〃　he　conceded；　contemplating　the　view。　〃But　I　guess　I'll　take　it　over　the　alternative　any　day。〃


PART　II

COHERENT　LIGHT

CHAPTER　TWELVE

The　question　of　Professor　Nichols's　whereabouts　during　the　years　following　the　end　of　the　Second　Robotech　War；　including　that　period　now　referred　to　as　the　Occupation；　remains　a　source　of　controversy。　While　it　has　been　elsewhere　demonstrated　that　he　remained　with　Jonathan　Wolff　through　March　of　2033　（see　Tasners　Sheep　in　Wolves'　Clothing）；　his　subsequent　alliances　are　more　the　product　of　conjecture　than　hard…earned　investigative　proof。　However；　based　on　evidence　that　links　Nichols's　associates　（Gibley；　Shi…Ling；　Stirson；　et　al。）　to　the　Yakuza　organization　that　inherited　the　remains　of　Lang's　Tokyo　plex　（see　Makita　and　others）；　the　author　is　of　the　opinion　that　Nichols　somehow　prevailed　upon　Wolff　to　furnish　him　with　safe　passage　to　Japan；　where　he；　we　know；　was　eventually　located　by　intelligence　operatives　assigned　to　his　case　by　the　REF　G2　chief；　Niles　Obstat。
From　Ronstaad　Irk's　preface　to　the　fourth　edition　of　Nichols's　Tripping　the　Light　Fantastic　

〃I'm　sorry　I　ever　had　to　drag　you　into　this　。　。　。Ariel；〃　Scott　said；　finally　working　up　the　courage　to　meet　her　gaze。

〃Please　don't　make　things　worse；〃　Marlene　told　him　weakly。　〃And　don't　refer　to　me　by　that　name；　Scott。　I'm　Marlene。　I　have　been　since　the　day　you　found　me。〃

Scott's　nostrils　flared。　〃You're　not　Marlene；　damn　it！〃　he　cried；　turning　away　from　her。　He　stormed　three　steps　toward　her　cabin's　security　door　before　swinging　around。　〃You're　Ariel；　and　the　sooner　you　understand　that；　the　better。〃　He　gestured　offhandedly　about　the　shipboard　cell　G2　had　fashioned　for　her。　〃Why　do　you　think　you're　locked　up　in　here？　This　isn't　some　free　ride。　Intel's　convinced　you　know　where　the　Regis　is。　So　put　yourself　in　touch　with　your　real　self；　Ariel。　Tell　them　what　they　want；　for　your　own　sake。〃　Marlene　hung　her　head；　waves　of　red　hair　falling　forward　to　conceal　hollow　cheeks　and　colorless　lips。　〃Don't　you　think　I'm　trying；　Scott？〃　She　lifted　her　face　to　him。　〃Look　at　me。　Can't　you　see　what　this　is　doing　to　me？〃

He　didn't　want　to　look；　but　when　he　did；　he　could　not　stop　himself　from　hurrying　to　her　and　encircling　her　frail　form　with　his　arms。　She　was　so　pale；　so　thin。　And　he　kept　recalling　Sera；　wasting　away　in　Lancer's　bed。　〃Marlene；〃　he　whispered；　rocking　her　gently　back　and　forth。　〃Marlene　。　。　。　〃

He　had　already　been　through　the　same　argument　just　hour；　earlier；　shortly　before　the　Ark　Angel　had　folded　from　Earth　space。　Some　numbnuts　from　G2　had　given　permission　for　Kurt　and　Lana　Rush…the　real　Marlene's　parents…to　observe　by　remote；　one　of　Obstat's　brain　probe　sessions　with　Ariel。　The　Rushes　had　sought　Scott　out　immediately　afterward；　understandably　upset；　visibly　distressed　and　angered。

〃How　could　you　do　this　to　us；　Scott？〃　Lana　had　sobbed　from　the　safety　and　fort　of　her　husband's　thick　arms　〃Even　if　Marlene　was　captured　and　conditioned　by　the　Regis。　Why　couldn't　you　have　left　her　alone？　How　could　you　let　her　be　put　through　this　hell？〃

Scott　had　been　dumbstruck。　〃But　that's　not　your　daughter；〃　he　had　managed　to　reply。　〃That　。。。　creature　in　there　has　green　blood　in　its　veins！〃

He　remembered　Marlene's　father　taking　a　menacing　step　for　ward；　fists　balled　up。　〃Damn　you　for　that；　Bernard！　〃　Rush　had　seethed。　〃I　don't　care　what　color　they　turned　her　blood　and　hair。　I　know　my　own　daughter。　That's　Marlene　your　intel　freaks　are　torturing　with　their　devices。　And　you　put　her　there！〃

There　had　been　no　convincing　them　and；　in　the　end；　no　way　of　convincing　himself；　either。　Each　day　saw　more　and　more　of　Marlene　emerge　in　the　simulagent；　more　and　more　of　what　had　been　Ariel　submerge。　And　each　day　seemed　to　bring　both　personalities　closer　and　closer　to　death。

Scott　huddled　with　her　on　the　cool　floor　of　the　cell；　railing　silently　at　the　thought　of　losing　her　a　second　time。

〃I'm　going　to　try　harder；　Scott；〃　Marlene　said；　full　of　false　hope。　〃I　know　how　much　your　friends　mean　to　you　and　I　desperately　want　to　help　you　find　them。　You　know　I'd　give　up　my　life…〃

〃Don't；〃　Scott　said；　stopping　her。　〃I　don't　want　to　find　them　only　to　lose　you　in　return。　I'll　help　you。　Maybe　together。　。　。〃　She　showed　him　a　wan　smile。

〃We'll　be　on　Haydon　IV　soon；〃　he　went　on。　〃Exedore　will　have　some　answers　for　us；　I'm　sure　of　it。　We've　made　a　start；　Marlene；　that's　what's　important。　We'll　find　the　Regis。　Even　if　we　have　to　go　back　in　time　to　do　it。〃


In　a　spacious　cabin　aft　of　the　Ark　Angel's　astrogation　section；　Louie　Nichols　locked　his　hands　behind　his　head　and　leaned　away　from　a　screenful　of　hyperspace　position　grids　and　spacetime　calculations。　〃Well；　I　think　it's　a　righteous　intro　to　interstellar　travel；〃　he　told　Harry　Penn　and　Vince　Grant。　〃I　mean；　I've　heard　of　missing　the　hoverbus；　but　missing　an　entire　planet。　。　。　This　is　one　for　the　record　files。〃

Gibley　and　Strucker；　two　of　the　mohawked　members　of　Nichols's　team；　laughed　from　their　seats　at　the　far　end　of　the　table；　where　they　were　headlocked　into　an　interactive　video　ic　book　pulled　up　from　the　ship's　entertainment　mainframe。　Gleaming　interface　plugs　studded　their　cranial　cyber…ports。

Penn；　a　curl　to　his　upper　lip；　eyed　the　two　with　disdain；　their　tattoos；　tight　clothes；　bad　skin；　and　bad　hair。　Now　that　he　had　gotten　to　know　Louie's　team　a　little；　he　had　decided　they　were　as　unappealing　a　lot　as　he　had　ever　encountered。　Video　fiends　and　substance　abusers；　they　related　only　to　things　they　could　plug　themselves　into。　Despite　all　their　ravings　about　artificial　intellect　and　〃machine　mind；〃　it　was　almost　a　pre…Protoculture；　electronic　age　fascination　that　animated　them。

The　portly　scientist　cleared　a　low　growl　from　his　throat。　〃And　I'm　telling　you　we're　exactly　where　we're　supposed　to　be；　Professor　Nichols。　If　anything's　missing；　it's　Haydon　IV。〃

Nichols；　grinning；　put　a　hand　to　his　round…leaned　goggles　as　he　peered　over　his　shoulder　at　Penn。　〃Some　wrinkle　in　the　Newtonian　universe；　Doctor？　A　planet　gets　it　in　mind　to　leave　orbit；　and　off　it　goes？〃

Penn　scratched　at　his　beard。〃　Need　I　remind　you　of　some　of　the　wonders　we've　experienced　these　past　thirty　years；　Professor？　Besides；