Cybermancy (10 page)

I felt wonderful and empty and hot and cold all at once. It felt like someone had removed a huge boulder from my back, one I’d carried so long I’d forgotten it was there.

“Are you all right?” Melchior paused in his dance.

But I couldn’t answer. I had no words to express what was happening in my head and heart. Contrary to all the laws of nature, I expected to float right off the floor and into space. Nothing as light as I felt could possibly stay on the ground.

Cerice knelt beside me and put a hand on my chest. She didn’t say anything, just sat there touching me. It was just what I needed. If time had stopped then and there, I would have been fine with it. But time does not stop, not even for the gods and their myriad children. So, after a while, when the relief had faded a bit, I sat up and gave Cerice a gentle kiss and a nod. I knew she had to be dying to check on Shara. She rose and went to the monitor. Before I could even make a token effort at following, Melchior landed square in my lap.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” he said, a wicked grin on his face. Then he took one of my ears in each hand, planted a big smooch square on my lips, and said, “I love you, man.”

With a wild cackle he was gone, back to his goblin dance. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and promised myself I’d think of some suitable revenge later on. For now, I just smiled and joined Cerice. Shara had almost finished downloading, so I collected her mortal shell from my bag and ran a networking cable from it to the back of the mainframe.

“Whenever you’re ready, Cerice.”

“In a minute . . . there.
Boot her up in target mode.”

I held down Shara’s power button while simultaneously pressing her E and D keys so that she’d come up as an externally mounted drive rather than an independent machine. There was a soft chime, and a drive logo filled the screen where Shara’s smiling face would normally have appeared. After a few moments, her monitor went to sleep, and Cerice went to work. There really wasn’t much more I could do at that point, so I grabbed Melchior and went to find breakfast.

I was returning from that errand when Melchior—now in laptop shape—gently trilled. Ducking into Starbucks, I plopped him on the table and flipped up his lid.

“Ravirn,” I said.

“Bone!” said a throaty feminine voice through the laptop’s speaker. It was touched with the faintest undertone of transmission static. “It worked. Can yer hear me? This is Kira.”

“I can indeed, though the connection’s a little fuzzy. It shouldn’t be, not with VOMP phone.” The mweb was better than a hard line for most things. “I must have messed up a solder joint. Stop by when you get a chance. But at the moment I haven’t got a lot of time to talk. What do you need?”

“That triple microphone jack yer promised would come in mighty handy sooner rather than later, if yer catch my drift. The dogs and I worked a deal, but Bob says I’m too tinny in external speaker mode.” This last came out indignantly, or perhaps “more indignantly than normal” would have said it better.

“Well,” I said, “I owe you, so stop by, and I’ll check my solder work at the same time.”

“Bone.
Be seein’ yer,” and she was gone.

“Bone?”
I asked.

Good
, printed itself on the screen.
From French,
bon
, as in
bon chance
, or good luck.

I looked askance at the screen.

Google.
What can I say? I was connected, and there it was.

You’re always connected,
I typed back.

Speaking of which, why can’t you just get a Voice
Over
Mweb Protocol enabled cell phone like a normal person instead of using me for this stuff? I’ve got enough work without I should act as your own personal VOMP phone booth, too.

Even a smart phone doesn’t have the ability to filter my calls the way you do, Mel. It’s much more convenient this way.

Maybe for you, but . . . oh, never mind. Sigh.

Don’t be such a wimp. Now, is there anything else? I really should get back to Cerice.

I can’t think of . . . huh.

What is it, Mel?

It just struck me as funny that Kira’s having VOMP problems now. She was clear as a bell when I called her from Hades’ gate.

Maybe she bumped something
,
and it knocked a connector loose,
I typed.

That’s probably it.

When he didn’t say any more, I closed his lid and headed for the lab.

When we got there, Cerice was finishing with the upload to Shara’s onboard drive. I handed her an extratall chai latte and a cinnamon roll roughly the size of a large cat. I hadn’t bothered with anything more elaborate. Cerice wasn’t even going to taste her food before she assured herself of Shara’s good health. I dropped into a seat behind one of the desks, put my feet up, and waited as she finished the various tasks involved in Shara’s reboot and—hopefully—rebirth.

Cerice shut down and disconnected Shara from the mainframe. She paused for a long moment then, her finger hovering over Shara’s power switch. I could imagine what she was thinking. We’d hit that button so many times
before,
back when we thought all she’d need was a repair job. What if it didn’t work this time either? How could she cope with that big a disappointment? Finally, she hit the switch. A gentle chime sounded, followed by a faint whirring. The screen went black, but only for a second. When it flickered back to life it showed Shara’s goblin face, its eyes closed.

I held my breath. We’d gotten this far before. This was all hardware function. A minute ticked past.
Another.
I could feel my lungs wanting to breathe, but couldn’t bring myself to do anything about it. Wait! Was that a . . . Yes! A flickering of the purple eyelids, a faint tugging at the corner of the mouth, and . . . there she was. Shara looked out of the screen at us and blinked at the morning sun streaming in through the windows. Her speaker coughed, and a rusty-sounding voice halfway between Mae West and Demi Moore spoke.

“Where am I?” it said.

“Home,” answered Cerice, tears in her voice. “You’re home, honey.”

I let out my breath and discovered that, despite how relieved I’d felt earlier, I’d still had some tension left. If I was relaxed then, I was a liquid now. I couldn’t have moved to save my life, and that was grand.

Melchior gave a whoop that almost drowned out Shara’s plaintive request to return to goblin form.

“You can do anything you want,” Cerice responded to Shara.
“Anything at all.”

A moment later a curvy purple webgoblin stood in the middle of the desk where Cerice had been working on her. She looked wobbly and tired, but she had an almost incredulous smile on her face. Cerice caught her off the desk and gave her a hug that would probably have cracked human ribs.

She didn’t let go until Shara spoke again.
“Uh, Cerice.
I don’t suppose I could convince you to let me breathe. It’s been a while, and I remember enjoying it.”

Once she was back on the desk, she looked my way. “I owe you, big guy. If there’s ever anything I can do to repay you . . .
anything at all
, you just give a whistle.” She let out with one that would have done the lustiest wolf proud and cocked a hip at me. Shara put a growl into her tone. “You know what I mean, big guy?”

“Shara!” admonished Cerice. “He’s—”

“Yours,” she said. “I know. But he’s such a pretty boy, and you neglect him something awful.” She gave me a wink and a nod,
then
turned to Cerice, whose face had darkened. She touched her fingertip to her tongue before drawing a check mark in the air. “
Gotcha,
and I’ve only been back five minutes. You must be slipping. Or have I been gone so long you’ve forgotten how to roll with my punches?”

Cerice rolled her eyes.

“There you go, my dear,” said Shara with a grin.
“Now, one last thing on my coming-home list.
Where’s Melchior?”

“Over here,” he said, raising a hand and looking a little overwhelmed. Shara has that effect on most males, even when they’re braced for her. “What’s the last thing on your list?”

“This!” she said, and leaped.

She hit him high, knocking him backwards and rolling over and over with him until they bumped into an equipment rack. Somehow she ended up on top, straddling his chest and pinning his arms with her knees. With a positively predatory chuckle, she bent and gave him a solid kiss on the lips. Then she popped back up onto her feet.

“There!” she said, pumping her arms overhead. “I’m back.” Then she started bawling.

Cerice picked her up like a baby and made soothing noises. Catching my eye, she made a subtle nod toward the door. I had questions, like where had she been when she was wherever it was that she was, but they could wait. I collected Melchior and headed out. Cerice and Shara needed some time alone, and I was happy to give it to them. If nothing else, I needed the sleep.

 
I’m not sure how long I’d been out when a loud
bing
woke me. I blinked my eyes blearily and found Melchior standing on the foot of the bed.

“Incoming visual transfer protocol message from [email protected],” he said. “Accept Vlink?”

“Accept,” I said.

“Vtp linking initiated.” Light burst from his eyes and mouth, creating a cloudy golden sphere.

When it cleared, Cerice hung in the air before me. “I got Shara calmed down. She just needed something to do. I put her to work on that subroutine that went
trash can
the other day. She said she thinks she can see where the problem is. We’re going to stay here for a while to see if we can nail it down. Is that all right with you?”

“Sure,” I answered. “I mean, I’d hoped we could have a giant reunion party followed by a ticker-tape parade to thank the hero of the hour.” I blew on my fingernails and buffed them on the sheets over my chest. “Me, that is. But if you’re so eager to put poor Shara back to work in the salt mines, who am I to argue?” I grinned to put the lie to my words.
“No, really.
If Shara feels the need for work to take her mind off her time in Hades, I’m the last one you’ll get an argument from. Though if you could find out what happened to her on the way home, I’d love to hear the story.”

“Not much to tell. She says she doesn’t remember anything after you hit send. Isn’t that right?”

Shara stuck her head into the picture and nodded. “Sorry,” she mumbled, her eyes down. “It’s just a big blank.”

“Oh. Thanks,” I said. There was something evasive about her tone, but she’d had enough stress for one day, and I didn’t want to push it. “If you’re sure—”

“I’m sure.” She nodded again,
then
vanished out of frame. I heard a faint sniffle.

Cerice gave me a hard look. “I’ve got to go.”

“All right.
I . . . I wasn’t trying to stress her out. I’m sorry. You two do whatever you think is best for Shara.”

“Thanks for understanding,” said Cerice, her face relaxing. “What are you going to do?”

I started to tell her I was going back to sleep but realized that even if I hadn’t been down long, I was slept out. “I think I’ll take a long walk and just enjoy the idea that I have nothing at all in the world that needs doing. It’s a novel sensation, and who knows how long I’ll get to enjoy it.”

“Sounds lovely.
I envy you.
If you’re still moving around in a couple of hours, Vtp me or stop by the lab.
Kisses.”

She blew one my way and faded out before I could say anything more.

“Boss?”

“Yeah, Mel.”

“I hate to bring this up after your last comment to Cerice.”

I didn’t know what he wanted to tell me, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want to hear it. Not now. “So don’t.”

Melchior looked down his nose at me. He had a lot of nose to look down. It was long and blue and sharply pointed, as was the look he now gave me.

“You’re going to tell me whatever it is anyway, aren’t you?”

He nodded. “Sorry, but that’s my job.”

“You don’t have a job anymore,” I said. “We’re partners now, remember?
Not master and servant.”

One corner of his mouth quirked up in a knowing smile.
“Nice try, Boss. Partners we may be, but I’m still your familiar no matter what. We may not be in a following-orders kind of relationship anymore, but I’m still the sidekick. That means the big issues and strategy are your problems, and the nagging little stuff and tactics are mine.”

“Oh, just get on with it, Mel. What horrible earthshaking thing have I forgotten to take into account this time?”

“Persephone,” he said very seriously.

I felt a snake slither its way up my spine, a very cold snake. “Damn.” I’d managed to put the goddess completely out of my mind. “She did say she was going to want something from me in exchange for Shara’s life, didn’t she? Can you believe I completely forgot about her?”

“You?
Of course I can. Denial is a force beyond even immortal ken, and you are its prince.”

“Thanks, Mel. That makes me feel
so
much better.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair to pull it out of my eyes. “I’d just gotten used to being off everybody’s list.”