His desire for her returned in a dizzying surge and he pivoted, topped her, drove himself deep within her. Her heels hammered ecstatically on his calves. The valley of her sex throbbed, clasping him in authentic frenzy. They rocked and climbed and soared.
When it was over, when they had both come down, she said, “That was disgustingly bitchy of me.”
“What was?”
“The scene I made. When I was trying to tell you what I thought was in your mind.”
“Forget it, Lilith.”
“You were right, though. I suppose I was projecting my own misgivings. Maybe I feel guilty about being the mistress of a human. Maybe Iwant you to think of me as something made of rubber. Somewhere inside me, that’s probably how I think of myself.”
“No. No.”
“We can’t help it. We breathe it all the time. We’re reminded a thousand times a day that we aren’t real.”
“You’re as real as anyone I’ve ever known. More real than some.” More real than Clissa, he did not add. “I’ve never seen you clutched like this before, Lilith. What’s happening?”
“Your factory trip, she said. “Until today I was always sure that you were different. That you hadn’t ever spent one second worrying about how or where I was born, or whether there might be something wrong about what we have going. But I was afraid that once you saw the factory, saw the whole process in clinical detail, you might change — and then, when you came in tonight, there was something about you, something chilly that I knew hadn’t been part of you before—” She shrugged. “Maybe I imagined it. I’m sure I imagined it. You aren’t like the others, Manuel. You’re a Krug; you’re like a king; you don’t have to build up your status by putting other people down. You don’t divide the world into people and androids. You never did. And a single peek into the vats couldn’t change that.”
“Of course it couldn’t,” he said in the earnest voice in which he did his lying. “Androids are people, and people are people, and I’ve never thought otherwise, and I never will think otherwise. And you’re beautiful. And I love you very much. And anyone who believes that androids are some kind of lesser breed is a vicious madman.”
“You support full civic equality for androids?”
“Certainly.”
“You meanalpha androids, don’t you?” she said mischievously.
“I — well—”
“All androids ought to be equal to humans. But alphas ought to be more equal than the others.”
“You bitch. Are you playing games again?”
“I’m sticking up for alpha prerogatives. Can’t a down-trodden ethnic group establish its own internal class distinctions? Oh, I love you, Manuel. Don’t take me seriously all the time.”
“I can’t help it. I’m not really very clever, and I don’t know when you’re joking.” He kissed the tips of her breasts. “I have to go now.”
“You just got here!”
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
“You came late, we wasted half our time in that dumb argument — stay another hour, Manuel!”
“I have a wife waiting in California,” he said. “The real world intervenes from time to time.”
“When will I see you again?”
“Soon. Soon. Soon.”
“Day after tomorrow?”
“I don’t think so. But soon. I’ll call first.” He slipped his clothes on. Her words cracked in his mind.You aren’t like the others, Manuel… You don’t divide the world into people and androids. Was it true? Could it be true? He had lied to her; he was festering with prejudices, and his visit to Duluth had opened a box of poisons in his mind. But perhaps he could transcend such things by an act of will. He wondered if he might have found his vocation tonight. What would they say if the son of Simeon Krug were to embrace the explosive cause of android equality? Manuel the wastrel, the idler, the playboy, transformed into Manuel the crusader? He toyed with the notion. Perhaps. Perhaps. It offered an agreeable opportunity to shake off the stigma of shallowness. A cause, a cause, a cause! A cause at last! Perhaps. Lilith followed him to the door, and they kissed again, and his hands stroked her sleekness, and he closed his eyes. To his dismay, the room of the vats glowed against his lids, and Nolan Bompensiero cavorted in his brain, piously explaining how newly decanted androids were taught the art of controlling their anal sphincters. He pulled free of Lilith, in pain. “Soon,” he said. “I’ll call.” He left.
1644, California. He stepped from the transmat cubicle into the slate-floored atrium of his home. The afternoon sun was edging out over the Pacific. Three of his androids came to him, bearing a change of clothes, a freshener tablet, a newspaper. “Where’s Mrs. Krug?” he asked. “Still asleep?”
“By the shore,” a beta valet told him.
Manuel changed quickly, took the freshener, and went out on the beach. Clissa was a hundred meters away, wading in the surf; three long-legged beach-birds ran in giddy circles around her, and she was calling to them, laughing, clapping her hands. He was almost upon her before she noticed him. After Lilith’s voluptuousness, she seemed almost wickedly immature: narrow hips, flat boyish buttocks, the breasts of a twelve-year-old. The dark hairy triangle at the base of her belly seemed incongruous, improper. I take children for my wives, he thought, and plastic women for my mistresses. “Clissa?” he called.
She swung about. “Oh! You scared me!”
“Having some fun in the ocean? Isn’t it too cold for you?”
“It’s never too cold for me. You know that, Manuel. Did you have a good time at the android plant?”
“It was interesting,” he said. “What about you? Feeling better now, I see.”
“Better? Was I sick?”
He looked at her strangely. “This morning — when we were at the tower — you were, well, upset—”
“Oh,that! I’d almost forgotten. God, it was terrible, wasn’t it? Do you have the time, Manuel?”
“1648, give or take a minute.”
“I’d better get dressed soon, then. We’ve got that early dinner party in Hong Kong.”
He admired her ability to slough off traumas. He said, “Right now it’s still morning in Hong Kong. There’s no hurry.”
“Well, then, do you want to take a swim with me? The water’s not as cold as you think. Or—” She paused. “You haven’t kissed me hello, yet.”
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello. I love you.”
“I love you,” he said. Kissing her was like kissing alabaster. The taste of Lilith was still on his lips. Which is the passionate, vital woman, he wondered, and which the cold, artificial thing? Holding his wife, he felt no sensation at all. He released her. She tugged at his wrist, pulling him with her into the surf, and they swam a while, and he came out chilled and shivering. At twilight they had cocktails together in the atrium. “You seem so distant,” she told him. “It’s all this transmat jumping. It takes more out of you than the doctors know.”
For the party that night she wore a unique treasure, a necklace of pear-shaped soot-hued glassy beads. A Krug Enterprises drone probe, cruising 7.5 light-years from Earth, had scooped those driblets of matter from the fringes of the ashen, dying Volker’s Star. Krug had given them to her as a wedding present. What other woman wore a necklace made up of chunks of a dark star? But miracles were taken for granted in Clissa’s social set. None of their dinner companions appeared to notice the necklace. Manuel and Clissa stayed at the party well past midnight Hong Kong time, so that when they returned to Mendocino the California morning was already far advanced. Programming eight hours of sleep for themselves, they sealed the bedroom. Manuel had lost track of the sequence of time, but he suspected that he had been awake for more than twenty-four consecutive hours. Sometimes transmat life gets to be too much to cope with, he thought, and brought down the curtain on the day.