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Halo (Game)
Get used to it; we all do."
"Of course you do," the creature of light said. "And how
about you, Mister Gonzales? Do you have questions?"
"Not really. I'm an observer, little more."
"A difficult position to maintain," the Aleph-figure said.
"Epistemologically, of course, an untenable position."
Lizzie laughed. She said, "It is indeed. Look, how about I
take you two out to dinner tonight, Mister Gonzales, Doctor
Heywood?"
"Call me Diana," she said.
"You bet," Lizzie said. "And I'm Lizzie, you're ?" She
looked at Gonzales.
"Mikhail," he said. "But call me Gonzalesmy friends do."
"Good," Lizzie said. "We've got work to do, so let's cut the
shit. This thing, I'm still not a believer about it, but I know
it's got to happen quickly or not at all. Tomorrow Charley does
his preliminary examination of Diana, then we move."
9. Virtual Caf
Gonzales and Diana sat in Halo's Central Plaza with Lizzie.
Colored lightsred, blue, and greenclustered in the branches of
thick-leaved maples that ringed the square. The smoke of vendors'
grills filled the air with the smells of grilled meat and fish.
In the middle distance, elevators in pools of yellow light climbed
Spoke 6. Some people strolled across the Plaza; others sat in
small groups; their voices made a soft background murmur.
"Waiter," Lizzie said, and a sam came rolling toward them.
It stopped by their table and stood silently. "What do you have
tonight?" she asked.
It said, "Ceviche made just hours ago, quite good everyone
says, from tuna out of marine habitatyou can also have it
grilled. For meat eaters, spit-barbecued goat. Otherwise, sushi
plates, salads, sukiyakis."
"Ceviche for everyone?" Lizzie asked.
Diana said, "That's fine," and the Gonzales nodded.
Lizzie said, "And bring us a couple of big salads, sushi for
everyone, and a stack of plates. Local beer all right?" The
other two nodded.
"Yes, Ms. Jordan," the sam said. "And lots of bread as
usual?"
"Right," she said. "Thank you."
Strings of lights marked off the area where they sat. Above
a white-trellised gate, letters in more red faux neon said
VIRTUAL CAF. Perhaps twenty tables were scattered around, as
were two-meter high, white crockery vases with wildflowers
spraying out of them. About half the tables had people seated at
them, and the sam waiters moved silently among the tables, some
carrying immense silver trays of food. Other sams stood at low
benches in the center of the tables, where they chopped vegetables
at speed or sliced great red slabs of tuna, while others stood at
woks, where they worked the vegetables and hot oil with sets of
spidery extensors. One sam from time-to-time extended a probe and
stuck it into the dark carcass of a goat turning on a spit.
The waiter rolled up with a massive tray balanced on thin
extensors: on the tray were plates of French bread and a bowl of
butter, dark bottles of Angels Beeron the silver labels, an
androgynous figure in white, arms folded, feathery wings unfurled
high over its head.
Lizzie raised her glass and said, "Welcome to Halo." The
three clinked their glasses together, reaching across the table
with the usual sorts of awkward gestures.
#
After dinner, the three of them found empty chairs out in the
square's open spaces and sat looking into the close-hanging sky.
Lizzie looked at them both, as if measuring them, and said,
"What I was asking about earlier either of you folks got a
hidden agenda? If so, you tell me about it now, we'll see what
can be done, but if you spring any unpleasant surprises later on,
we'll hang you out to dry."
"I know what you mean," Diana said. "But I don't think you
have to worry about us. Gonzales is connected, but I think he's
harmless; and I'm out of the loop entirelyhere on strictly
personal
editor Elizabeth Benedict