Gateway - Frederik Pohl Page 0,97

filled up the first ship quickly: Sess Forehand, two girls from Sierra Leone, a French couple — all English-speaking, all briefed, all with previous missions. For the second ship Metchnikov signed as crew right away; a gay couple, Danny A. and Danny R., were his picks. Then, grudgingly, he agreed to me. And that left one opening.

"We can take your friend Bakin," Emma said. "Or would you prefer your other friend?"

"What other friend?" I demanded.

"We have an application," she said, "from Gunner Third Susanna Hereira, off the Brazilian cruiser. She has their permission to take leave for this purpose."

"Susie! I didn't know she'd volunteered!"

Emma studied her punch card reflectively. "She's very qualified," she commented. "Also, she has all her parts. I am referring," she said sweetly, "to her legs, of course, although as I understand it you have some interest in her other parts as well. Or would you care to go gay for this mission?"

I felt an unreasoning rush of anger. I am not one of your sexually uptight people; the thought of physical contact with a male was not frightening in itself. But — with Dane Metchnikov? Or one of his lovers?

"Gunner Hereira can be here tomorrow," Emma comme "The Brazilian cruiser is going to dock right after the orbiter."

"Why the hell are you asking me?" I snarled. "Metchnikov is crew chief."

"He prefers to leave it to you, Broadhead. Which one?"

"I don't give a damn!" I yelled, and left. But there is no such thing as avoiding a decision. Not making a decision was in effect decision enough to keep Shicky off the crew. If I had fought for him, they would have taken him; without that, Susie was the obvious choice.

I spent the next day staying out of Shicky's way. I picked new a fish at the Blue Hell, fresh out of the classroom, and spent the night in her room. I didn't even go back to my own room for clothes; I dumped everything and bought a new outfit. I pretty well knew the places where Shicky might look for me — the Hell, Central Park, the museum — and so I stayed away from those places; I went for a long, rambling wander through the deserted tunnels, seeing no one at all, until late that night.

Dear Voice of Gateway:

Last month I spent 58.50 of my hard-earned money to take my wife and son to a "lecture" by one of your returned heroes," who gave Liverpool the dubious honour of a visit (for which he was well paid, naturally, by people like me). I didn't mind that he was not a very interesting speaker. It was what he flaming well said that drove me right up the flaming wall. He said we poor sods of earthlings had just no idea of how dicey things were for you noble adventurers.

Well, mate, this morning I drew out the last pound in the savings account so the wife could get a lung patch (good old melanomic asbestosis CV/E, you know). The kid's tuition comes due in a week, and I haven't a clew where it's coming from. And after spending eight-to-twelve this morning waiting by the docks for a chance to shift some cargo (there wasn't any) the foreman let me know I was redundant, which means tomorrow I don't even have to bother to show up to wait. Any of you heroes care to pick up a bargain in surplus parts? Mine are for sale — kidneys, liver, the lot. All in good condition, too, or as good as nineteen years on the docks can be expected to leave them, except for the tear glands of the eyes, which are fair wore out with weeping over the troubles of your lot.

H. Delacross

"Wavetops"

Plat B bis 17, 41st Floor

Merseyside L77PR 14JE6

Then I took a chance and went to our farewell party. Shicky would probably be there, but there would be other people around.

He was. And so was Louise Forehand. In fact, she seemed to be the center of attention; I hadn't even known she was back.

She saw me and waved to me. "I struck it rich, Rob! Drink up, I'm buying!"

I let someone put a glass in one hand and a joint in the other and before I took my hit I managed to ask her what she'd found.

"Weapons, Rob! Marvelous Heechee weapons, hundred them. Sess says it's going to be at least a five-million-dollar assessment. Plus royalties… if anyone finds a way to duplicate the weapons anyway."

I let the