I am her Hell Cop.

...When six or seven of my hundred-thirty eyes flickered, then sawagain, and the music was suddenly washed away by a wave of static, itwas then that I began to feel uneasy.

I called Weather Central for a report, and the recorded girlvoicetold me that seasonal rains were expected in the afternoon or earlyevening. I hung up and switched an eye from ventral to dorsal-vision.

Not a cloud. Not a ripple. Only a formation of green-wingedski-toads, heading north, crossed the field of the lens.

I switched it back, and I watched the traffic flow, slowly, andwithout congestion, along Betty's prim, well-tended streets. Threemen were leaving the bank and two more were entering. I recognizedthe three who were leaving, and in my mind I waved as I passed by.All was still at the post office, and patterns of normal activity layupon the steel mills, the stockyard, the plast-synth plants, theairport, the spacer pads, and the surfaces of all the shoppingcomplexes; vehicles came and went at the Inland Transport-Vehiclegarages, crawling from the rainbow forest and the mountains beyondlike dark slugs, leaving tread-trails to mark their comings and goingsthrough wilderness; and the fields of the countryside were stillyellow and brown, with occasional patches of green and pink; thecountry houses, mainly simple A-frame affairs, were chisel blade,spike-tooth, spire and steeple, each with a big lightning rod, anddipped in many colors and scooped up in the cups of my seeing anddumped out again, as I sent my eyes on their rounds and tended mygallery of one hundred-thirty changing pictures, on the big wall ofthe Trouble Center, there atop the Watch Tower of Town Hall.

The static came and went until I had to shut off the radio.Fragments of music are worse than no music at all.

My eyes, coasting weightless along magnetic lines, began to blink.

I knew then that we were in for something.

I sent an eye scurrying off toward Saint Stephen's at full speed,which meant a wait of about twenty minutes until it topped the range.Another, I sent straight up, skywards, which meant perhaps ten minutesfor a long shot of the same scene. Then I put the auto-scan in fullcharge of operations and went downstairs for a cup of coffee.

I entered the Mayor's outer office, winked at Lottie, the receptionist,and glanced at the inner door.

"Mayor in?" I asked.

I got an occasional smile from Lottie, a slightly heavy, butwell-rounded girl of indeterminate age and intermittent acne, but thiswasn't one of the occasions.

"Yes," she said, returning to the papers on her desk.

"Alone?"

She nodded, and her earrings danced. Dark eyes and darkcomplexion, she could have been kind of sharp, if only she'd fix herhair and use more makeup. Well...

I crossed to the door and knocked.

"Who?" asked the Mayor.

"Me," I said, opening it, "Godfrey Justin Holmes--`God' for short.I want someone to drink coffee with, and you're elected."

She turned in her swivel chair, away from the window she had beenstudying, and her blonde-hair-white-hair-fused, short and parted inthe middle, gave a little stir as she turned--like a sunshot snowdriftstruck by sudden winds.

She smiled and said, "I'm busy."

`Eyes green, chin small, cute little ears--I love them all'--from ananonymous Valentine I'd sent her two months previous, and true.

"...But not too busy to have coffee with God," she stated. "Havea throne, and I'll make us some instant."

I did, and she did.

While she was doing it, I leaned back, lit a cigarette I'dborrowed from her canister, and remarked, "Looks like rain."

"Uh-huh," she said.

"Not just making conversation," I told her. "There's a bad stormbrewing somewhere--over Saint Stephen's, I think. I'll know realsoon."

"Yes grandfather," she said, bringing me my coffee. "You oldtimers with all your aches and pains are often better than WeatherCentral, it's an established fact. I won't argue."

She smiled, frowned, then smiled again.

I set my cup on the edge of her desk.

"Just wait and see," I said. "If it makes it over the mountains,it'll be a nasty high-voltage job. It's already jazzing upreception."

Big-bowed white blouse, and black skirt around a well-kept figure.She'd be forty in the fall, but she'd never completely tamed herfacial reflexes--which was most engaging, so far as I was concerned.Spontaneity of expression so often vanishes so soon. I could see thesort of child she'd been by looking at her, listening to her now. Thethought of being forty was bothering her again, too, I could tell.She always kids me about age when age is bothering her.

See, I'm around thirty-five, actually, which makes me her juniorby a bit, but she'd heard her grandfather speak of me when she was akid, before I came back again this last time. I'd filled out thebalance of his two-year term, back when Betty-Beta's first mayor,Wyeth, had died after two months in office. I was born about fivehundred ninety-seven years ago, on Earth, but I spent about fivehundred sixty-two of those years sleeping, during my long jauntsbetween the stars. I've made a few more trips than a few others;consequently, I am an anachronism. I am really, of course, only asold as I look--but still, people always seem to feel that I've cheatedsomehow, especially women in their middle years. Sometimes it is mostdisconcerting...

"Eleanor," said I, "your term will be up in November. Are youstill thinking of running again?"

She took off her narrow, elegantly-trimmed glasses and brushed hereyelids with thumb and forefinger. Then she took a sip of coffee.

"I haven't made up my mind."

"I ask not for press-release purposes," I said, "but for my own."

"Really, I haven't decided," she told me. "I don't know..."

"Okay, just checking. Let me know if you do."

I drank some coffee.

After a time, she said, "Dinner Saturday? As usual?"

"Yes, good."

"I'll tell you then."

"Fine--capital."

As she looked down into her coffee, I saw a little girl staringinto a pool, waiting for it to clear, to see her reflection or to seethe bottom of the pool, or perhaps both.

She smiled at whatever it was she finally saw.

"A bad storm?" she asked me.

"Yep. Feel it in my bones."

"Tell it to go away?"

"Tried. Don't think it will, though."

"Better batten some hatches, then."

"It wouldn't hurt and it might help."

"The weather satellite will be overhead in another half hour.You'll have something sooner?"

"Think so. Probably any minute."

I finished my coffee, washed out the cup.

"Let me know right away what it is."

"Check. Thanks for the coffee."

Lottie was still working and did not look up as I passed.

Upstairs again, my highest eye was now high enough. I stood it on itstail and collected a view of the distance: Fleecy mobs of cloudsboiled and frothed on the other side of Saint Stephen's. The mountainrange seemed a breakwall, a dam, a rocky shoreline. Beyond it, thewaters were troubled.

My other eye was almost in position. I waited the space of half acigarette, then it delivered me a sight:

Gray, and wet and impenetrable, a curtain across the countryside,that's what I saw.

...And advancing.

I called Eleanor.

"It's gonna rain, chillun," I said.

"Worth some sandbags?"

"Possibly."

"Better be ready then. Okay. Thanks."

I returned to my watching.

Tierra del Cygnus, Land of the Swan--delightful name. It refers toboth the planet and its sole continent.

How to describe the world, like quick? Well, roughly Earth-size;actually, a bit smaller, and more watery. --As for the main landmass,first hold a mirror up to South America, to get the big bump from theright side over to the left, then rotate it ninety degrees in acounter-clockwise direction and push it up into the northernhemisphere. Got that? Good. Now grab it by the tail and pull.Stretch it another six or seven hundred miles, slimming down themiddle as you do, and let the last five or six hundred fall across theequator. There you have Cygnus, its big gulf partly in the tropics,partly not. Just for the sake of thoroughness, while you're about it,break Australia into eight pieces and drop them after the first eightletters in the Greek alphabet. Put a big scoop of vanilla at eachpole, and don't forget to tilt the globe about eighteen degrees beforeyou leave. Thanks.