Free Star quest by Dean Koontz

Hunk.
    "I don't know," he began, folding his pseudo-arms on the table. "Perhaps it was the force we exerted, greater than any group has yet. But being that close to it, I had a
satori
, an insight. We are trying to hold back the universe while lifting parts of it—the Romaghin and Setessin worlds—and holding the rent in the shell molecule open for those parts to pass through. I saw it, our mistake, and wondered why the Hell no one ever thought of it before. We attributed our failures to our undeveloped talents which we hoped to strengthen. But the fault lies in our method, not our means. Look, the idea is to lift the entire universe and leave the Romaghin and Setessin worlds behind. The size of the passing universe will hold the Fringe open of its own accord. We won't have to worry about that"
    The hush continued around the table for some seconds.
    "By God!" Babe said.
    Fish flapped his gills excitedly.
    "Hunk, I love you," Mayna said.
    "I have contacted the Old Man," Corgi said. "In a week, he says, we will be ready to try it. We're going to agglomerate our forces on the pro-Mutie worlds of the Federation and hope that the Romaghins and Setessins do not discover that something is up before we can act."
    "Wait," Tohm said, his voice shaky. "What about my Tarnilee?"
    "Good God!" Fish said. "Don't you realize that this is much more important than any one person? Don't you see what this will mean?"
    Tohm stood, suddenly angry. "I see that it means you will not help me, that you'll all go back on your word. I see I've been a fool!"
    "Wait!" Corgi shouted, standing too. "He's right. We did promise him. We can make arrangements to be the last group evacuated and still have time to help him find his bride."
    "I agree," Babe said.
    "Me too."-Hunk.
    Mayna sat in silence.
    "Tomorrow the search will begin," Corgi said. "Today, since we cannot accompany you into the streets, you will memorize the street plan of the city. I'll help you. We have teach machines to hypno some of it in, the rest we'll club you with until you have scars to remind you. You'll know the capital inside out, upside down."
    They both sat down once again.
    "We never want to become like the Romaghins or the Setessins. We keep our word. We are fighting hypocrisy, friends; we don't want to give in to it."
    The remainder of the afternoon was passed with intermittent sessions in the hypno-teacher and with Corgi and Babe pounding him with questions, testing what he had learned, strengthening his weak points, visualizing the positions of the buildings which the hypno-teacher had given him. An hour before supper, Corgi suggested he go shower and rest, noting that they would continue in the evening. Tired, he agreed.
    He left the central control chamber and entered the halls. There were about a dozen of them, he understood, all with empty rooms, rooms once filled by other Muties. He reached the twist in the corridor that would take him to his own room, and he heard the singing.
    Lilting…
    Lilting, sweet, the notes rose to his ears, faintly, like a siren singing from her rocks…
    Soft…
    Melodic…
    Almost trancing…
    He followed the sound, bending from one corridor to another. Eventually he came to a hall that ended in natural stone, dipping down into what appeared to be a cave. Here the robots had stopped spewing out all form plasti-jell.
    Lilting…
    He walked to the cave mouth, sidled through the narrow entranceway, and looked about.
    Melodic, trilling of birds but not quite…
    Limestone stalactites plunged down and met stalagmites soaring up, wedded them midway. The stones sparkled with different colors. A film of moisture lay on the floor, and droplets of slimy water dripped from the ceiling. The water was speaking to him even here:
kerplosh-karplosh
. Lilting…
Kerplosh
…
    Melodic…
    Kerplosh…
    The singing was louder now and was tinged with a faint echo. He followed the sound through a narrow tunnel and came out into a much larger room where a small