Abduction (26 page)
Authors: Robin Cook
Tags: #Fiction, #Suspense, #Onbekend, #Unabridged Audio - Fiction, #Suspense & Thriller
"I know how vulnerable we are," Perry said with a touch of irritation. "Hell, as advanced as these
people are, they could snuff us out in an instant. Arak talked about interplanetary travel, even galactic travel and time technology. But they like us. It's apparent to me even if it isn't to you. I think we should be more appreciative and not so paranoid." "Like us, my foot," Donald spat. "We're entertaining to them. How many times have they told us that? They find our primitiveness funny or cute, sort of like a house pet. Well, I'm tired of being laughed at." "They wouldn't be treating us this well unless they liked us," Perry persisted. "You are so naive," Donald said. "You refuse to remember that we're prisoners, for all intents and purposes, who have been forcibly kidnapped and manipulated in that decon center. We were brought here for a reason that has yet to be revealed." Suzanne nodded. Donald's remarks reminded her of an offhand comment of Arak's that had given her the impression he'd been anticipating her arrival. She'd found the comment unsettling at the time, but then it had gotten buried by other more astonishing disclosures. "Maybe they're recruiting us," Perry said suddenly. "For what?" Donald asked dubiously.
"Maybe they're making such an effort to show us everything to prepare us to be their representatives," Perry said, warming to the idea as he spoke. "Maybe they have finally decided it's time to relate to our world, and they want us to be ambassadors. Frankly, I think we could do a damn good job, especially if we handled it through Benthic Marine."
"Ambassadors!" Suzanne repeated. "That's an interesting idea! They are not fond of going through the adaptation to our atmosphere because of their lack of immunity to our bacteria and viruses, and they don't like the decon process necessary to return to Interterra either." "Exactly," Perry said. "If we were their representatives they wouldn't have to do any of that." "Ambassadors? Good god!" Donald mumbled. He threw up his hands and shook his head in frustration. "What's the matter now?" Perry asked, his irritation returning. Donald was beginning to get on his nerves.
"I knew you two were optimists," Donald grunted, "but this ambassador idea takes the cake." "I think it is a perfectly reasonable possibility," Perry said. "Listen, Mr. President of Benthic Marine!" Donald spat as if the appellation were derogatory. "These Interterrans don't plan to let us go. If you weren't such a hopeless optimist you'd understand that." Suzanne and Perry were silent as they mulled over Donald's comment. The issue was something neither had wanted to think about much less discuss. "You feel that they plan to keep us here forever?" Suzanne asked finally. She had to admit that nothing either Arak or Sufa had said had indicated a plan to return them to their ship back upon the ocean's
people are, they could snuff us out in an instant. Arak talked about interplanetary travel, even galactic travel and time technology. But they like us. It's apparent to me even if it isn't to you. I think we should be more appreciative and not so paranoid." "Like us, my foot," Donald spat. "We're entertaining to them. How many times have they told us that? They find our primitiveness funny or cute, sort of like a house pet. Well, I'm tired of being laughed at." "They wouldn't be treating us this well unless they liked us," Perry persisted. "You are so naive," Donald said. "You refuse to remember that we're prisoners, for all intents and purposes, who have been forcibly kidnapped and manipulated in that decon center. We were brought here for a reason that has yet to be revealed." Suzanne nodded. Donald's remarks reminded her of an offhand comment of Arak's that had given her the impression he'd been anticipating her arrival. She'd found the comment unsettling at the time, but then it had gotten buried by other more astonishing disclosures. "Maybe they're recruiting us," Perry said suddenly. "For what?" Donald asked dubiously.
"Maybe they're making such an effort to show us everything to prepare us to be their representatives," Perry said, warming to the idea as he spoke. "Maybe they have finally decided it's time to relate to our world, and they want us to be ambassadors. Frankly, I think we could do a damn good job, especially if we handled it through Benthic Marine."
"Ambassadors!" Suzanne repeated. "That's an interesting idea! They are not fond of going through the adaptation to our atmosphere because of their lack of immunity to our bacteria and viruses, and they don't like the decon process necessary to return to Interterra either." "Exactly," Perry said. "If we were their representatives they wouldn't have to do any of that." "Ambassadors? Good god!" Donald mumbled. He threw up his hands and shook his head in frustration. "What's the matter now?" Perry asked, his irritation returning. Donald was beginning to get on his nerves.
"I knew you two were optimists," Donald grunted, "but this ambassador idea takes the cake." "I think it is a perfectly reasonable possibility," Perry said. "Listen, Mr. President of Benthic Marine!" Donald spat as if the appellation were derogatory. "These Interterrans don't plan to let us go. If you weren't such a hopeless optimist you'd understand that." Suzanne and Perry were silent as they mulled over Donald's comment. The issue was something neither had wanted to think about much less discuss. "You feel that they plan to keep us here forever?" Suzanne asked finally. She had to admit that nothing either Arak or Sufa had said had indicated a plan to return them to their ship back upon the ocean's
surface.
"I believe that's what it means if they never let us go," Donald said sarcastically. "But why?" Perry pleaded. The anger had gone out of his voice. "It stands to reason," Donald said. "These people have been avoiding detection of Interterra for thousands of years. How could they feel good about letting us return to the surface knowing what we know?"
"Oh dear!" Suzanne whispered.
"Do you think Donald's right?" Perry asked. "I'm afraid he has a point," Suzanne said. "There's no reason they would be less worried about contamination now than in the past. And with our advancing technology there's reason they should be more worried. They might be entertained by our primitiveness but I'd suspect they're terrified of our culture's violence."
"But they keep referring to us as visitors," Perry interjected. "This place we're staying is called the visitors' palace. Visitors don't stay forever." Then, irrationally, he added, "Besides, I can't stay here forever. I've got a family. I mean, I'm already worried that I haven't been able to let them know I'm okay."
"That's another point," Donald said. "They know a lot about us. They know about our families. With all their technology they could have offered to us an opportunity to let our loved ones know we're not dead. The fact that they haven't, I believe, is more proof they intend to keep us here." "Good point," Suzanne said. She sighed. "Just a half hour ago in my room I was wishing there was an old-fashioned phone so I could call my brother. He's the only relative I have who'll miss me." "No family?" Donald asked.
"I'm afraid not," Suzanne said. "That part of my life just hasn't come together, and I lost both parents years ago."
"I've got a wife and three kids," Donald said. "Of course, that doesn't mean much to the Interterrans. To them the whole concept of parenthood seems quaintly out of date." "My god!" Perry said. "What are we going to do? We have to get out of here. There has to be a way." "Hey, everybody!" Michael called out from the dining room. "Soup's on. Come and get it!" "Unfortunately they're holding all the cards," Donald said, ignoring Michael who disappeared back into the dining room. "There's nothing we can do at this point except keep our eyes open." "Which means taking advantage of their hospitality," Suzanne said. "To a point," Donald said. "I'm never one to condone fraternizing with the enemy." "That's the confusing part," Suzanne said. "They don't act like enemies. They're so gracious and
"I believe that's what it means if they never let us go," Donald said sarcastically. "But why?" Perry pleaded. The anger had gone out of his voice. "It stands to reason," Donald said. "These people have been avoiding detection of Interterra for thousands of years. How could they feel good about letting us return to the surface knowing what we know?"
"Oh dear!" Suzanne whispered.
"Do you think Donald's right?" Perry asked. "I'm afraid he has a point," Suzanne said. "There's no reason they would be less worried about contamination now than in the past. And with our advancing technology there's reason they should be more worried. They might be entertained by our primitiveness but I'd suspect they're terrified of our culture's violence."
"But they keep referring to us as visitors," Perry interjected. "This place we're staying is called the visitors' palace. Visitors don't stay forever." Then, irrationally, he added, "Besides, I can't stay here forever. I've got a family. I mean, I'm already worried that I haven't been able to let them know I'm okay."
"That's another point," Donald said. "They know a lot about us. They know about our families. With all their technology they could have offered to us an opportunity to let our loved ones know we're not dead. The fact that they haven't, I believe, is more proof they intend to keep us here." "Good point," Suzanne said. She sighed. "Just a half hour ago in my room I was wishing there was an old-fashioned phone so I could call my brother. He's the only relative I have who'll miss me." "No family?" Donald asked.
"I'm afraid not," Suzanne said. "That part of my life just hasn't come together, and I lost both parents years ago."
"I've got a wife and three kids," Donald said. "Of course, that doesn't mean much to the Interterrans. To them the whole concept of parenthood seems quaintly out of date." "My god!" Perry said. "What are we going to do? We have to get out of here. There has to be a way." "Hey, everybody!" Michael called out from the dining room. "Soup's on. Come and get it!" "Unfortunately they're holding all the cards," Donald said, ignoring Michael who disappeared back into the dining room. "There's nothing we can do at this point except keep our eyes open." "Which means taking advantage of their hospitality," Suzanne said. "To a point," Donald said. "I'm never one to condone fraternizing with the enemy." "That's the confusing part," Suzanne said. "They don't act like enemies. They're so gracious and
peaceful. It's hard to imagine them doing anything unkind to anybody."
"Keeping me away from my family is about as mean as I can imagine," Perry said. "Not from their perspective," Donald said. "With reproduction carried out mechanically and four-year-old newborns imbued with the mind and personality of adults, there are no families in Interterra. It's possible they cannot understand the bond." "What the hell are you people doing out there in the dark?" Michael shouted. He'd returned to the juncture between the dining room and the lawn. "The worker clones are waiting for you. Aren't you going to eat?"
"I guess we might as well," Suzanne said. "I am hungry." "I'm not sure I am, after this discussion," Perry said. They started walking toward the light spilling out onto the dark grass. "There has to be something we can do," Perry said. "We can avoid offending them," Donald said. "That could be critical." "What could we do to offend them?" Perry asked. "It's not us that I'm worried about," Donald said. "It's the numbskull divers." "What about being direct about all this?" Perry suggested. "Why not ask Arak when we meet him tomorrow whether we're going to be able to leave? Then we'd know for sure." "That might be risky," Donald said. "I don't think we should emphasize our interest in leaving. If we do, they might curtail our freedoms. As it is now, theoretically we can call air taxis with our wrist communicators and can come and go as we please. I don't want to lose that privilege. We may need it if there's any chance of our breaking out of here." "That's another good point," Suzanne agreed. "But I don't see any reason we couldn't ask why we are here. Maybe the answer to that question will tell us whether they expect us to stay forever." "Not a bad idea," Donald said. "I could go for that provided we don't make a big deal asking. In fact, why don't I ask tomorrow morning at the session Arak mentioned we'd be having." "Sounds good to me," Suzanne said. "What do you think, Perry?" "I don't know what to think at this point," Perry said. "Come on, hurry up!" Michael said as the others entered the room. "This asshole worker clone won't let us touch the serving dishes until everybody's here, and he's stronger than an ox." A worker clone was standing next to the center table with his hands resting on the covers of the chafing dishes.
"How did you know he was waiting for us?" Suzanne asked as she took one of the chairs.
"Keeping me away from my family is about as mean as I can imagine," Perry said. "Not from their perspective," Donald said. "With reproduction carried out mechanically and four-year-old newborns imbued with the mind and personality of adults, there are no families in Interterra. It's possible they cannot understand the bond." "What the hell are you people doing out there in the dark?" Michael shouted. He'd returned to the juncture between the dining room and the lawn. "The worker clones are waiting for you. Aren't you going to eat?"
"I guess we might as well," Suzanne said. "I am hungry." "I'm not sure I am, after this discussion," Perry said. They started walking toward the light spilling out onto the dark grass. "There has to be something we can do," Perry said. "We can avoid offending them," Donald said. "That could be critical." "What could we do to offend them?" Perry asked. "It's not us that I'm worried about," Donald said. "It's the numbskull divers." "What about being direct about all this?" Perry suggested. "Why not ask Arak when we meet him tomorrow whether we're going to be able to leave? Then we'd know for sure." "That might be risky," Donald said. "I don't think we should emphasize our interest in leaving. If we do, they might curtail our freedoms. As it is now, theoretically we can call air taxis with our wrist communicators and can come and go as we please. I don't want to lose that privilege. We may need it if there's any chance of our breaking out of here." "That's another good point," Suzanne agreed. "But I don't see any reason we couldn't ask why we are here. Maybe the answer to that question will tell us whether they expect us to stay forever." "Not a bad idea," Donald said. "I could go for that provided we don't make a big deal asking. In fact, why don't I ask tomorrow morning at the session Arak mentioned we'd be having." "Sounds good to me," Suzanne said. "What do you think, Perry?" "I don't know what to think at this point," Perry said. "Come on, hurry up!" Michael said as the others entered the room. "This asshole worker clone won't let us touch the serving dishes until everybody's here, and he's stronger than an ox." A worker clone was standing next to the center table with his hands resting on the covers of the chafing dishes.
"How did you know he was waiting for us?" Suzanne asked as she took one of the chairs.
"Well, we didn't know for sure, since the bozo doesn't talk," Michael admitted. "But we're hoping it's
the case. We're starved."
Perry and Donald sat down. Almost immediately the worker clone lifted the covers from the food. "Bingo!" Richard said.
Within minutes the food was served. For a time, there was no conversation. Richard and Michael were too busy eating; the others were absorbed in thoughts of their recent conversation on the lawn. "What were you people doing out there in the dark?" Richard asked, then burped loudly. "Talking about a funeral? You're all so gloomy."
No one responded.
"Lively group," Richard muttered.
"At least we have table manners," Donald snapped. "Screw you," Richard answered.
"You know, I suddenly find this strangely ironic," Suzanne said. "What, Richard's table manners?" Michael questioned with a loud guffaw. "No, our response to Interterra," Suzanne said. "What do you mean?" Perry asked.
"Think about what we have here," Suzanne said. "It's like heaven even though it's not up in the sky like our traditional image. Nonetheless, it has everything that we consciously and unconsciously yearn for: youth, beauty, immortality, and plenty. It's a true paradise." "We can attest to the beauty, eh, Mikey?" Richard said. "Why do you find it ironic?" Perry asked, ignoring Richard. "Because we're worried about being forced to stay," Suzanne said. "Everyone else dreams about getting to heaven, and we're worried we're not going to be able to leave." "What do you mean, forced to stay?" Richard demanded. "I don't find it ironic," Donald said. "If my family were here with me, maybe I would. But not now. Besides, I don't like to be forced to do anything. It may sound corny, but I value my freedom." "We're getting out of here, aren't we?" Richard asked insistently. "Not according to Donald," Perry said.
"But we have to," Richard blurted.
the case. We're starved."
Perry and Donald sat down. Almost immediately the worker clone lifted the covers from the food. "Bingo!" Richard said.
Within minutes the food was served. For a time, there was no conversation. Richard and Michael were too busy eating; the others were absorbed in thoughts of their recent conversation on the lawn. "What were you people doing out there in the dark?" Richard asked, then burped loudly. "Talking about a funeral? You're all so gloomy."
No one responded.
"Lively group," Richard muttered.
"At least we have table manners," Donald snapped. "Screw you," Richard answered.
"You know, I suddenly find this strangely ironic," Suzanne said. "What, Richard's table manners?" Michael questioned with a loud guffaw. "No, our response to Interterra," Suzanne said. "What do you mean?" Perry asked.
"Think about what we have here," Suzanne said. "It's like heaven even though it's not up in the sky like our traditional image. Nonetheless, it has everything that we consciously and unconsciously yearn for: youth, beauty, immortality, and plenty. It's a true paradise." "We can attest to the beauty, eh, Mikey?" Richard said. "Why do you find it ironic?" Perry asked, ignoring Richard. "Because we're worried about being forced to stay," Suzanne said. "Everyone else dreams about getting to heaven, and we're worried we're not going to be able to leave." "What do you mean, forced to stay?" Richard demanded. "I don't find it ironic," Donald said. "If my family were here with me, maybe I would. But not now. Besides, I don't like to be forced to do anything. It may sound corny, but I value my freedom." "We're getting out of here, aren't we?" Richard asked insistently. "Not according to Donald," Perry said.
"But we have to," Richard blurted.
"And why is that, sailor?" Donald asked. "What makes you so eager to get out of Suzanne's heaven?"
"I was speaking in general terms, not personal," Suzanne interjected. "Frankly, finding out how they manage their immortality made me a little sick today." "I don't know what you people are talking about," Richard said. "But I want to get out of here ASAP." "Me, too," Michael seconded.
A soft chime sounded that no one had heard before. Everyone looked at each other quizzically, but before anyone could speak, the door opened and in walked Mura, Meeta, Palenque, and Karena. The bevy of beautiful women were in high spirits. Mura went directly to Michael and extended her palm in the usual Interterran greeting. After a quick palm press, she sat down on the edge of Michael's chair. Meeta, Palenque, and Karena approached Richard, who leaped to his feet. "Oh, babies, you came back!" Richard cried. He touch palms with all three and then hugged them enthusiastically. They briefly acknowledged Suzanne, Perry, and Donald but lavished their attention on Richard, who swooned with utter delight. As he tried to collapse back onto his chaise, they restrained him. They told him they were eager to get him back to his room to go for a swim. "Well, yeah, sure," Richard stammered. He saluted Donald before exiting with his miniharem. "Come on!" Mura urged Michael. "Let us go as well. I've brought you a present." "What is it?" Michael asked. He allowed himself to be pulled toward the door. "A jar of caldorphin!" Mura said. "I heard you liked it." "Loved it is more accurate," Michael cried. With that, the two of them skipped out of the room. Before the remaining diners could comment, the soft chime sounded again. This time it heralded the arrival of Luna and Garona. The Interterrans seemed to be rounding up their previous evening's partners. "Oh, Suzanne!" Garona cooed as he pressed palms with her. "I have been longing for the night so that I could come and once again spend it with you." "Perry, my love," Luna gushed. "It's been too long a day. I hope it was not too stressful for you." Neither Suzanne nor Perry could decide if they were mortified or delighted, especially being greeted with such mushily amorous protestations. Both stammered unintelligible responses while allowing themselves to be lifted to their feet.
"I guess we're leaving," Suzanne said to Donald as Garona playfully towed her toward the open end of the room.
"And we must be going to the same place they are," Perry said to him as Luna dragged him. Donald gave a halfhearted wave but didn't say anything. The next instant, he found himself alone with the two mute worker clones.
"I was speaking in general terms, not personal," Suzanne interjected. "Frankly, finding out how they manage their immortality made me a little sick today." "I don't know what you people are talking about," Richard said. "But I want to get out of here ASAP." "Me, too," Michael seconded.
A soft chime sounded that no one had heard before. Everyone looked at each other quizzically, but before anyone could speak, the door opened and in walked Mura, Meeta, Palenque, and Karena. The bevy of beautiful women were in high spirits. Mura went directly to Michael and extended her palm in the usual Interterran greeting. After a quick palm press, she sat down on the edge of Michael's chair. Meeta, Palenque, and Karena approached Richard, who leaped to his feet. "Oh, babies, you came back!" Richard cried. He touch palms with all three and then hugged them enthusiastically. They briefly acknowledged Suzanne, Perry, and Donald but lavished their attention on Richard, who swooned with utter delight. As he tried to collapse back onto his chaise, they restrained him. They told him they were eager to get him back to his room to go for a swim. "Well, yeah, sure," Richard stammered. He saluted Donald before exiting with his miniharem. "Come on!" Mura urged Michael. "Let us go as well. I've brought you a present." "What is it?" Michael asked. He allowed himself to be pulled toward the door. "A jar of caldorphin!" Mura said. "I heard you liked it." "Loved it is more accurate," Michael cried. With that, the two of them skipped out of the room. Before the remaining diners could comment, the soft chime sounded again. This time it heralded the arrival of Luna and Garona. The Interterrans seemed to be rounding up their previous evening's partners. "Oh, Suzanne!" Garona cooed as he pressed palms with her. "I have been longing for the night so that I could come and once again spend it with you." "Perry, my love," Luna gushed. "It's been too long a day. I hope it was not too stressful for you." Neither Suzanne nor Perry could decide if they were mortified or delighted, especially being greeted with such mushily amorous protestations. Both stammered unintelligible responses while allowing themselves to be lifted to their feet.
"I guess we're leaving," Suzanne said to Donald as Garona playfully towed her toward the open end of the room.
"And we must be going to the same place they are," Perry said to him as Luna dragged him. Donald gave a halfhearted wave but didn't say anything. The next instant, he found himself alone with the two mute worker clones.
Michael could not remember ever being so excited. Never had a woman this gorgeous and desirable seemed so interested in him. At her insistence they began to spin around as they cavorted across the dark lawn toward his room. With her long hair floating in the wind, the image was intoxicating for Michael, and he would have gone on for hours had his inner ear not intervened. Feeling dizzy, Michael stopped revolving but his surroundings didn't. He staggered to his right, vainly trying to maintain his balance. Unable to keep his legs under him, he collapsed in a heap. Mura collapsed with him. Together they laughed uncontrollably. They got to their feet unsteadily, then ran on to his cottage. Once they got inside, they were both out of breath. "Well," Michael said. He took a couple of deep breaths but still felt light-headed. Just looking at Mura in the slinky outfit made him quiver with desire. "What would you like to do first? Take a swim?" Mura gazed at Michael provocatively. She shook her head. "No, I don't want to swim now," she said, her voice husky. "Last night you were too tired for intimacy. You sent me away before I could make you happy."
"But that's not true," Michael protested. "I was happy." "You mean, Sart made you happy?"
"Hell, no!" Michael barked, taking immediate offense. "What the hell kind of question is that?" "Don't get upset," Mura said, taken aback by Michael's response. "I'm not suggesting anything. Besides, it's perfectly all right to have pleasure from either sex." "Hey, it's not okay with me," Michael snapped. "No way!" "Michael, please calm yourself," Mura pleaded. "What's making you so agitated?" "I'm not agitated!" Michael shot back.
"Did Sart do something to make you angry?" "No, he was fine," Michael said nervously. "Something made you angry," Mura said. "Did Sart stay all night? I didn't see him all day." "No! No!" Michael stammered. "He left right after you did. Richard just apologized for getting mad at him and that was it. He was out of here. Nice kid, though." "Why did Richard get mad at him?"
"I don't know," Michael said irritably. "Do we have to talk about Sart all night? I thought you came here to see me."
"I did indeed," Mura said. She sidled up to Michael and stroked his chest. Beneath her fingers she could feel that his heart was racing. "I think you must have had a difficult day. We should get you to calm down, and I know just the thing."
"But that's not true," Michael protested. "I was happy." "You mean, Sart made you happy?"
"Hell, no!" Michael barked, taking immediate offense. "What the hell kind of question is that?" "Don't get upset," Mura said, taken aback by Michael's response. "I'm not suggesting anything. Besides, it's perfectly all right to have pleasure from either sex." "Hey, it's not okay with me," Michael snapped. "No way!" "Michael, please calm yourself," Mura pleaded. "What's making you so agitated?" "I'm not agitated!" Michael shot back.
"Did Sart do something to make you angry?" "No, he was fine," Michael said nervously. "Something made you angry," Mura said. "Did Sart stay all night? I didn't see him all day." "No! No!" Michael stammered. "He left right after you did. Richard just apologized for getting mad at him and that was it. He was out of here. Nice kid, though." "Why did Richard get mad at him?"
"I don't know," Michael said irritably. "Do we have to talk about Sart all night? I thought you came here to see me."
"I did indeed," Mura said. She sidled up to Michael and stroked his chest. Beneath her fingers she could feel that his heart was racing. "I think you must have had a difficult day. We should get you to calm down, and I know just the thing."
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