know I was a telepath."
"So now that we know - "
"I'm sorry. Maybe you'll fall in love again, if that's what you want."
And now it was Hop's turn to be angry. "Jazz! My friend!" he said, spitting out the words bitterly. "It's not being in love that I want. It's the last forty - eight hours that I want! It's every damned hideous thing we've gone through together! You don't have a right to take that away from me!"
"I'm sorry," Jazz said. "But I can't change it."
Hop tried to shout something else, but the words found no articulation, just a roar of fury and grief and loss as he scrambled around the table, striking at Jazz as he had struck at members of rival gangs in the deep slums of Capitol. Go for the eyes, the throat, the testicles, said his reflexes. You can't do this to me, shouted his mind. Weep, said the tears in his eyes, and Jazz overpowered him easily, had him sitting in a chair, sobbing like a child before he was sure of what was happening.
Now it was Arran's turn to offer a comforting arm, and she softly whispered to him, "Hop, all we can do is think of it as death. We're being murdered, and in our place they'll be resurrecting a new person, the person we were at the beginning of this waking. We're just going to die."
"That's comfort?" asked Noyock, unable to resist seeing the irony. Jazz chuckled softly. "You can shut up," Arran snapped.
"You came in to ask me the impossible. When I denied it you hated me."
"Listen in our minds," said Arran, "and see how much."
"I was wrong," Jason said, "to give these interviews. False hopes are worse than no hope at all. I'm sorry." He stepped to the door, opened it, said to the guards outside, who were supervising the line of colonists - to - be waiting to plead for their past. "You can all leave," he said. "No more interviews today. Sorry." The people grumbled, cried out in frustration, muttered epithets. But they got up from the chairs where they had been sitting, and left.
Jazz came back in, closed the door. "I'm sorry," he said again. He heard both Arran and Hop think, "A lot of good that does," and then think again, "What else can he do, either?"
Aloud, Arran said, "We're all trapped, then, aren't we?"
"Who is this Abner Doon, anyway?" Hop asked.
"Just a man who collects people," Jazz answered. "Hundreds were collected today. You were collected centuries ago, Hop. He found out you were brilliant. And you lived to be sixteen years old as the most prominent member of the most prominent gang in the lower corridors. You're a born survivor. So he collected you - and you've been my agent ever since."
"A puppet master," Arran said, bitterly. "And what does he do with his collection?"
"He has a vision," Jazz said. "He saw in his childhood that nothing important had happened to the human race since somec taught us to fear death and sleep through the centuries. He, and those of us who have seen his vision - we're out to wake the sleepers up. Destroy somec. Make people live out their normal threescore and ten, so that perhaps the human race can get back about its business."
"Destroy somec!" Arran scoffed. "Do you think the sleepers will ever part with it?"
"No. But we know that those who are denied it will come to the point where they will either have it, or destroy all those who do."
"Insane," said Arran.
"And for that you manipulated a thousand of the best people of Capitol, so you could throw them out into space and let them rot," Hop said.
"Manipulate? Who isn't manipulated? Even you, Arran - you were manipulating Farl Baak. And who was manipulating you? A person who believes with all his heart in Doon's vision, who is willing to go to the colonies, willing to lose his last waking for it - "
"Fritz Kapock," Arran whispered.
"There, you see?" Jazz said. "We all know who our manipulators are, once we're willing to admit that we're not really free."
"But Fritz is such a good, honest man - "
"So are we all," Jazz said. "Even me."
They left him then, and the guards took them directly to the tape and tap, so that they could see no other colonist and tell what they had learned. In the tape and tap, however, the