There was a rousing cheer from all except Steengo who looked unhappy at the thought of all of his instruments reduced to a pile of particles。 But Madonette； ever resourceful； had done a bit of work before she mentioned the gig。
〃I've asked around among the girls。 They tell me that there is a really nice chamber group here； as well as a symphony orchestra…they must have at least one instrument Steengo can play。〃
〃Any of them； all of them…just unleash me！〃 he said and now it was smiles and cheers all around。
Due to the miracles of modern medicines； curing and healing drugs； pain…killers and a large shot of booze for Steengo； we were ready to do our performance later this same day。 A matinee； since night here was still a couple of our days away and not worth waiting for。
There was quite a turnout at the sports stadium。 Cheers and shouts of joy greeted us and no one seemed to mind that Steengo was not only out of costume but playing from a wheelchair。 If this was to be the last curtain for The Stainless Steel Rats we meant to make it a performance to remember。 Leaving the more militaristic and macho songs aside for the moment we launched into a mellow blues number。
Blue world …
Hear me singing my song。
Blue world …
What's it I done wrong？
Blue world …
You gonna help me along
Blue wor…r…r…ld。
Here we are
We ain't goin' away。
Here we are
On this planet to stay。
Blue wor…rr…ld。
Landing was easy；
Plenty of fun。
Down came our rocket …
'Neath the blue sun。
Landing was great
Everything swell。
Now it's all over；
Living is hell；
Down here at the bottom of the gravity well。
We did many an encore this day。 Finished finally with the feeling of exhaustion and happiness that only es with an artistic job well done。 Sleep came easily but； unable to resist； I took one last peek at the days remaining before closing my eyes。
Still seven。 Still a week。 Plenty of time for my good buddy Admiral Steengo to kick butt and e up with the antidote。 I think I was smiling when I closed my eyes which； when you think about it； was quite a change from the preceding twenty…seven days。 Yes it was。
Then why wasn't I going to sleep？ Instead of lying there tensely staring into the darkness。 An easy answer。
Until the happy moment when I pulled back the plunger and shot up with the antidote I had only seven days to live。
Nighty…night； Jim。 Sleep well 。 。 。
CHAPTER 22
Either I was a slugabed or the admiral； released from his role as a musician； was a workaholic。 Or both。 Because by the time I had appeared he had single…handedly organized our expedition down to the last detail。 He was muttering over the heap of apparatus as he punched the checklist into his handheld。 He glanced up； waved vaguely； then finished off the last items。
〃This is your new backpack。 It contains a number of items you will probably need…and here's a printout of what's inside it。 I assume that you have a good deal of illegal and possibly deadly items in your old pack which you can transfer after I leave。 Aida is assembling another tachyometer and I'm going to get it now。 Floyd will join you shortly…and here is Madonette； wele； wele。〃
Steengo made as graceful an exit as he could on crutches。 Madonette； a picture of good cheer； swept in and took both of my hands in hers。 Then discovered that this wasn't an enthusiastic enough greeting so she kissed me warmly on my cheek。 My arms embraced her in automatic response； but closed on empty air since she had already whirled away and dropped onto the couch。
〃I wish that I were ing with you； Jim…but I know that it's impossible。 Still； I'm not looking forward to getting back to the stuffy old office。〃
〃I'm going to miss you；〃 I said。 Meaning it to be a calm statement but listening to myself in horror as it came out all dewy…eyed and smarmy。 〃All of us will miss you； of course。〃
〃Same here。 There were some hairy moments…but you took care of everything； didn't you？〃 The warmth and appreciation were such that I could feel myself blushing。 〃All in all I think it was an experience of a lifetime。 And I am definitely not going back to all those files and staff meetings and sealed windows。 It's field work from now on。 Out in the fresh air？ Isn't that a good idea？〃
〃Wonderful； yes indeed；〃 I said； missing her already。 I don't know where all this might have ended if Floyd hadn't made a disgustingly cheerful entrance。
〃Morning all。 Good day for the expedition。 Hi and unhappily good…by Madonette； panion of many an adventure。 It has been fun working with you。〃
〃Could you teach me unarmed defense？〃
〃My pleasure。 Easy enough if you work at it。〃
〃Then I could train to be a field agent？〃
〃Probably not。 But I'll sure look into it。〃
〃Would you！ I'd be ever grateful。 I was telling Jim that I don't want to work in an office anymore。〃
〃Nor should you！ A girl with your talents can find much better occupation。〃
They smiled at each other from opposite ends of the couch； knees almost touching； wrapped up in each other。 I was forgotten。 I hated Floyd's guts。 Was more than happy to hear the thud of crutches and the dragging footsteps approaching。
〃All here；〃 Steengo said。 〃Very good。 The tachyometer is ready。〃
The thing that was following him now trotted forward。 Walking； stiff…legged； was the ugliest fake dog that I had ever seen in my life。 It was covered in black artificial fur with handfuls missing； had beady black eyes like buttons； stuck out a dry red tongue as it barked。
〃Bow…wow。〃
〃What do you mean ‘bow…wow'？〃 I gasped aloud。 〃What is this repulsive object？〃
〃The tachyometer；〃 Admiral Steengo said。
〃Bow…wow；〃 it barked again。 〃And for convenience sake the tachyometer is mounted within this mobile terminal。〃
〃Aida？〃 I said。
〃None other。 Do you like this disguise？〃
〃I have never seen a more artificial artificial dog in my life！ 〃
〃Well don't get too insulting about it。 Fido is state of the art…and that is modern art if you are thinking something nasty。 For one thing the dear little doggy municates with me by gravimetric waves which； as I am sure you know； cannot be blocked like radio waves。 They penetrate the most solid buildings； cut through the most gigantic mountain ranges。 So we are always in munication； always in touch。 Admittedly Fido here has seen better days。 But you know what they say about beggars？〃
〃I do。 But we're choosers without being beggars and I choose a better mobile terminal。〃
〃Your choice； handsome。 Give me two days and you can have whatever you want。〃
Two days？ And I had like maybe six and a half to live unless the antidote arrived。 I took a deep breath and whistled。
〃Here Fido。 Nice doggie。 Let's go walkies。〃
〃Bow…wow；〃 it said and began to pant most artificially。
〃This is the plan；〃 Admiral Steengo said。 〃I will monitor this operation from the orbiting spacer along with Captain Tremearne。 Jim and Floyd will head north in the direction taken by the missing artifact。 Aida will be in contact with this terminal； that will also be searching for a tachyon emission source。〃 He appeared to run out of words and rubbed his jaw。
〃A nice plan；〃 I said； but I could not keep a certain tone of derision out of my voice。 〃Cooked down to essentials it means that we just trot north until something happens。〃
〃A satisfactory interpretation。 Good luck。〃
〃Thanks。 And you will keep the other and most pressing matter of a certain injection on the top of your agenda？〃
〃I shall query the people involved hourly on the hour；〃 he said grimly…and I think he meant it。
We filled our packs； kept the good…bys as brief as possible； loaded up and followed Fido out without a backward glance。 I liked Madonette。 Perhaps too much while I was on an assignment like this。 Go； Jim； go I cozened。 Follow your wandering tachyon。
We followed the flapping black nylon tail through the streets and onward to the outlying farms。 The women we met waved happily； some even whistling bits of our tunes to cheer us on the way。 The last farm fell behind us and the open plains opened out ahead。 I clacked my jaw…radio。
〃Are you there； Tremearne？〃
〃Listening in。〃
〃Any tribes of nomads around…or up ahead？〃
〃Negative。〃
〃Any buildings； farms； people； sheots … anything visible on this heading？〃
〃Negative。 We've done a detailed scan as far north as the polar ace。 Nothing。〃
〃Thanks。 Over and out。〃 Wonderful。
〃Empty on all sides； nothing at all ahead；〃 I reported to Floyd。 〃So we just stay on this heading until our plastic retriever detects any tachyons…or we reach the north pole and freeze to death。〃
〃I've been meaning to ask。 What's a tachyon？〃
〃Good question。 Up until now I thought it was just a theoretical unit that the physicists dreamed up in order to explain how the universe works。 One of the subatomic entities that exist either as waves or particles。 Until they are observed they have no real existence。 It has been said； and who am I to doubt it； that they exist in a probabilities limbo of many possible superimposed states。〃 I noticed that Floyd's jaw was beginning to drop； his eyes to glaze。 He shook his head。
〃You are going to have to try harder； Jim…you lost me a long time back。〃
〃Right； sorry。 Try this。 Ther