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           `What’shappeningwithMaelcum?’

           `Maelcumfine.Nobodycomedownthetube.Yachtpilottalktohim,sayrelax.’

           Astheyswungpastthegrayship,CasesawthenameHANIWAincrispwhitecapitalsbeneathanoblongclusterofJapanese.

           `Idon’tlikethis,man.Iwasthinkingmaybeit’stimewegotourassoutofhereanyway.’

           `Maelcumthinkin’thatprecisething,mon,butGarveynotbegoin’farlikethat.’

           Maelcumwaspurringaspeeded-uppatoistohisradiowhenCasecamethroughtheforwardlockandremovedhishelmet.

           `Aerol’sgonebacktotheRocker,’Casesaid.

           Maelcumnodded,stillwhisperingtothemicrophone.

           Casepulledhimselfoverthepilot’sdriftingtangleofdreadlocksandbegantoremovehissuit.Maelcum’seyeswereclosednow;henoddedashelistenedtosomereplyoverapairofphoneswithbrightorangepads,hisbrowcreasedwithconcentration.Heworeraggedjeansandanoldgreennylonjacketwiththesleevesrippedout.CasesnappedtheredSanyosuittoastoragehammockandpulledhimselfdowntotheg-web.

           `Seewhatth’ghostsay,mon,’Maelcumsaid.`Computerkeepsaskin’foryou.’

           `Sowho’supthereinthatthing?’

           `SameJapan-boycamebefore.An’nowhejoinedbyyouMisterArmitage,comeoutFreeside...’

           Caseputthetrodesonandjackedin.