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get out of head-down position.
Frankly, all she could do was take it on her personal secure-field so she tossed
the control T to the side and tucked into a ball.
Just above the water an egg-shaped force-field snapped into existence, shielding
her from any chance of accidental drowning and cushioning the shock of the
six-meter-high, sixty kilometer per hour impact.
For just a moment Rachel had a perfect view of the pellucid blue water below
her, with a green haze filtering through the water above. It was both eerily
beautiful and terrifying because if one bit of technology failed she would be
two meters under water and drifting down through another five thousand.
However, the shield heldЧit would have held against liquid magma or the
photosphere of a starЧand after a brief moment's submersion she popped to the
surface. At which point, the crisis being over, the field collapsed.
She paddled around in the water for a moment trying to get her bearings, then
gestured at the hovering control T. After it was in hand she activated the
controls and waited until it had lifted her out of the water. A few moment's
floating on the swells still didn't reveal Marguerite's location so she engaged
the lift controls and rose until she was above the highest wave-tops. She
finally spotted her friend nearly a kilometer away, flipping gracefully from
swell to swell.
Cursing under her breath she tried to decide if it was worth catching up in the
water. Finally she came to the conclusion that it was not and jaunted ahead of
the rapidly receding blonde.
"Where were you?" Marguerite called, jumping off another swell and spinning
sideways through the air. She hit, upright and still moving, damnit, in a
massive explosion of water that carried as far as her hovering friend.
"I took a spill," Rachel called, shaking spray off her arm. "A pretty bad one,"
she added, pointedly.
"Sorry," Marguerite called, finally skidded to a stop and jetted over to her
friend. "You okay?"
"Fine, I took it on the field," she replied. "It was a little hairy for a minute
though. I'm going to quit for today; I'm tired."
"Okay," Marguerite said, waving with one hand as she jetted away. "Call me!"
"Sure," Rachel replied quietly. She looked around at the blue waves rolling from
horizon to horizon. She never, ever, had considered what would happen if a bit
of technology failed her. But she had today. If the field failed or the
biological controls on a shark weren't working or even a hurricane was permitted
to form, anything could happen out here. It was just such aЕ big place.
It was silly to worry about though. It was like worrying that a teleport would
fail. The Net would never let it happen.
With that thought she waved her hand. "Home, genie."
She was pretty sure it would work.
Daneh looked at the young man and smiled faintly.
"Herzer, I've thought of something that should work," she said. "I think we can
not just improve the symptoms but maybe even cure your problems completely and
forever."
The interview was taking place in a small room. The walls were carefully chosen
viewscreens; one wall was a dim forest glade where a shallow brook ran down a
moss covered waterfall, another was a gentle seascape, and the last two
portrayed mountain tarns, their surfaces rippled by a faint breeze. The ceiling