to flow。 There was a distant sound like the awful ripping thunder crack from a too…close lightning strike； and everything went black。
It didn't stay black long。 Almost before the darkness had a chance to register； the lights came back on again。 Not the harsh； sharp…edged beam of my flashlight； but a softer； much more muted glow。 For a second I wondered if I had blacked out； but both the darkness and the light had e without any of the normal cues and sensations of a loss and regaining of consciousness。
It was at about that point in my slow…motion cogitation that I suddenly noticed the striped arm with the booby…trapped end was gone。 So was the tangle of wiring and geometric monitor shapes I'd been facing across the small sphere。
So； for that matter； was the small sphere。
Belatedly； I focused my eyes straight ahead of me on the now familiar curving gray hull。 So I had blacked out in there； at least long enough for the jolt to kick me out here to the center of the Icarus's big resonance sphere。 I winced as I thought of all the stuff I must have torn through on my way out…I was probably lucky I hadn't been electrocuted for real。
Though if I'd wrecked enough of the alien electronics to render the stardrive inoperable I would probably soon wish I had been crisped。 Twisting around in the catlike； half…swimming movements of standard zero…gee maneuvering technique； I worked myself around toward the access hole； wondering why Tera wasn't screaming her head off at me。
The reason was very simple。 Tera wasn't there。
Neither was the tool kit I'd left beside the opening。 Neither was the ship's puter that had been more or less permanently mounted there。 Neither； for that matter； were the stacks of meter…square panels； the piles of mechanical equipment； or the consolidated bits of personal effects。
I was in the large sphere； all right。 Problem was； I wasn't in the Icarus。
A familiar sense of falling permeated my confusion： The sphere's gravitational field had taken hold and was pulling me gently down toward the inner surface。 Too slowly； or so it seemed； considering the 。85…gee pull we had on the Icarus。 I had just about decided that this sphere's field was set lower when I got within a meter of the surface and the field abruptly increased dramatically。 I barely got my knees prepared for the impact before I was down； hitting the metal with a dull thud。 Clearly； the gravitational field was a lot more radially variable than I'd realized； though how they were managing that trick I couldn't even begin to guess。
And then； as the echo of my landing faded away； I heard another sound。 Faint； distant； but extremely familiar。 A sort of thoughtful squeak； ing from the direction of the access hole leading into the smaller sphere。
It sounded like Pax。
I had my plasmic in my hand before I'd taken two steps toward the small sphere。 Pure reflex on my part； of course…Lord knew I had no idea what I was going to do with it。 I certainly couldn't shoot or even threaten to shoot whoever or whatever I found in there。 Not if I ever wanted to find out what the hell was going on here。
I did the last three meters to the access hole in a low crouch； listening as hard as I could with the noise of my heart thudding in my ears。 I could hear faint ferret snufflings now from inside； more to the immediate point； I could also hear the subtle sounds of something else moving around in there with him。 And if I didn't dare open fire indiscriminately； there was no guarantee that whatever was in there would have any such qualms itself。 Dropping flat on the deck； I inched my way the last half meter and cautiously looked in。
At first glance the interior of the small sphere seemed to be nothing at all like the setup I'd seen back on the Icarus。 A second； closer look showed that at least most of the apparent difference was due to the fact that all the couple of meters' worth of loose wiring I'd waded through in the Icarus's sphere was here neatly packed against the inner surface； held in place by a tighter version of the netting I'd had to maneuver through there。 The same type of displays were scattered around various spots on the netting； their multicolored lights providing the glow I'd seen out in the larger sphere。 The black…and…silver…striped arm I'd played alien water slide with was also there； stretching its slightly angled way from the mesh to the center。
In some ways having all the wiring squeezed together this way made it look even more tangled than it had when it was spread out over a larger volume。 It certainly made the whole spectacle more colorful； which was probably why it took me another couple of seconds before I noticed the movement a little way to my right。 It was Pax； all right； looking hale and hearty and perfectly at home as he strolled across the netting toward me； sniffing curiously at everything in sight。
〃Hello； McKell；〃 a voice called out； the unexpectedness of it making me jump。 〃You certainly took your time getting here。〃
I looked in the direction of the voice。 A quarter of the way around the sphere； almost hidden in the glare from one of the sets of displays； a figure was sitting on the netting。 Gazing up at one of the other displays； he was scribbling madly on a notepad balanced across his knee。
It was Arno Cameron。
CHAPTER 17
IT WAS A situation that called for a brilliant ment； a witty rejoinder； or plete silence。 Not feeling either brilliant or witty at the moment； I kept my mouth shut； put away my plasmic； and concentrated instead on negotiating what I suspected would be a fairly tricky transition between the two spheres。
It turned out not to be nearly as difficult as I'd expected。 This small sphere； unlike the one I'd had to burrow my way through on the Icarus； had its gravitational field pointed toward the surface rather than the center； so that aside from a little disorientation as I crawled around the edge of the access hole there was really nothing to it。
Between the maneuvering itself and a short face…licking attack from a Kalixiri ferret clearly relieved to see someone familiar； I managed to buy myself nearly a minute of recovery time before I had to try speaking。 〃So；〃 I said； getting carefully to my feet on the netting and looking across at Cameron。 The word was supposed to sound casual and debonair； as if I did this sort of thing all the time。 Instead； it came out like the croak of a teenager facing down the parents of his very first date。 So much for the efficacy of all that stalling。
But Cameron merely smiled as he turned off his notepad and laid it on the netting beside him。 〃I screamed and cried for half an hour after I got here；〃 he said。 〃If that helps your dignity any。〃
〃Thanks； but my dignity is expendable；〃 I told him。 This time the words came out much better。 〃Right now I'm more concerned with life； liberty； and the pursuit of greedy Patth and their vindictive buddies。〃
I glanced around。 〃And frankly； anything that scares Arno Cameron that much is something I really hesitate to tangle with。〃
〃Don't worry； it's not as bad as I first thought。〃 His eyebrows lifted slightly。 〃So you know who I am。 What else do you know？〃
I shrugged。 〃I know our alleged puter specialist Tera is your daughter Elaina Tera Cameron；〃 I said。 〃Is it safe to walk on this stuff？〃
〃Perfectly safe；〃 he assured me。 〃I'd avoid stepping on the displays； but everything else is as solid as the mark。〃
〃The wires won't break or e loose？〃 I asked； dubiously eyeing the multicolored tangle beneath my feet。
〃I've had a lot of time to examine them；〃 he said。 〃Trust me； they're every bit as solid as the ones on the Icarus。〃
〃Ah；〃 I said； taking a cautious step toward him。 〃So in other words； all that exaggerated care I took getting through the Icarus sphere was a waste of effort？〃
〃If you want to look at it that way；〃 he said with a shrug。 〃Personally； I've never found any effort to be pletely wasted。〃
〃Sure；〃 I said nonmittally。 The cables and conduits made little squooshing sounds as I walked over them； but aside from that it all felt firm enough。 Still； there was no point in taking chances； and I kept it slow and careful。 The gravity； I estimated； was about the same 。85 gee as we had in the Icarus's large sphere。
〃So Elaina told you who she was；〃 he mented as I picked my way toward him。 〃I'm a little surprised by that。 I was very clear she was to keep her identity secret。〃
〃It was a bit more plicated than that；〃 I said； passing over the details。 〃Just to save time； I also know how you smuggled the Icarus onto Meima； both in its original disassembled form and then the orbital loop you did to bring it out of hiding and over to the spaceport。 I know the Patth are being very insistent about getting their little paws on it。〃
I looked around the sphere。 〃And I used to know why they wanted it。 Apparently； I was wrong。〃
Cameron exhaled noisily。 〃As were we all； my boy。 Tell me； do you have any idea where we are right now？〃
〃Inside another of your alien artifacts； obviously；〃 I said。 〃Which means that instead of a simple little stardrive； what your people dug up was actually the Holy Grail of the Einstein…Bashermain Unified Field Theory。〃
〃An interesting but succinct way