Mindscan

Karen had tried giving me a helping hand, but I'd shrugged it off, and I found myself looking away from her, and at the wall nearest me, as we continued on. Karen was evidently looking in the same direction, since she commented on the view through the window we were passing. "Looks like rain," she said. "I wonder if we'll rust?"

At another time, I might have laughed at the joke, but I was too ashamed, and too pissed off at both myself and Immortex. Still, some response seemed to be in order.

"Let's just hope it's not an electrical storm," I said. "I'm not wearing my surge protector."

Karen laughed more than my comment deserved. We continued on. "Say, I wonder if we can swim," she said.

"Why not?" I replied. "I'm sure we aren't really prone to rust."

"Oh, I know that," she said. "I'm talking about buoyancy. Humans swim so well because we float. But these new bodies might sink."

I looked over at her, impressed. "I hadn't thought about that."

"It's going to be an adventure," she said, "finding out what our new capabilities and limitations are."

I did somehow manage a grunt now; it was an odd mechanical sound.

"Don't you like adventures?" asked Karen.

We continued moving down the corridor. "I … I don't think I've ever had one."

"Of course you have," Karen said. " Life is an adventure."

I thought about all the things I'd done in rny youth — all the drugs I'd tried, the women I'd slept with, the one man I'd slept with, the wise investments and the foolish ones, the broken limbs and broken hearts. "I suppose," I said.

The corridor widened out now into a lounge, with soft-drink, coffee, and snack vending machines. It must have been intended for staff, not uploads, but Karen indicated that we should go in. Maybe she was tired—

But no. Of course she wasn't. Still, by the time I'd realized that, we'd already veered into the rest area. There were several vinyl-covered padded chairs, and a few small tables. Karen took one of the chairs, carefully smoothing her floral-print sun dress beneath her legs as she did so. She then motioned for me to take another chair. I used my cane to steady myself as I lowered my body, then held the cane in front of me once I'd sat down.

"So," I said, feeling a need to fill the void, "what adventures have you had?"

She was silent for a moment, and I felt bad. I hadn't meant to challenge her earlier remark, but I suppose there had indeed been a "put up or shut up" edge to my words. "Sorry," I said.

"Oh, no," Karen replied. "Not at all. It's just that there are so many. I've been to Antarctica, and the Serengeti — back when it still had big game — and the Valley of the Kings."

"Really?" I said.

"Certainly. I love to travel. Don't you?"

"Well, yes, I guess, but…"

"What?"

"I've never been out of North America. See, I can't — I couldn't — fly. The pressure changes in an aircraft: they were afraid they'd set off my Katerinsky's syndrome. It was only a small likelihood, but my doctor said I shouldn't risk it unless the trip was absolutely necessary." I thought briefly of the other me, on the way to the moon; he'd almost certainly survive the trip, of course. Spaceplanes were completely self-contained habitats; their internal pressure didn't vary.

"That's sad," said Karen. But then she brightened. "But now you can travel anywhere!"

I laughed bitterly. "Travel! Christ, I can barely walk…"

Karen's mechanical arm touched mine briefly. "Oh, you will. You will! People can do anything. I remember meeting Christopher Reeve, and—"

"Who's he?"

"He played Superman in four movies. God, he was handsome! I had posters of him up on my bedroom walls when ] was a teenager. Years later, he was thrown off a horse and injured his spinal cord. They said he'd never breathe on his own again, but he did."

"And you met him?"

"Yes, indeed. He wrote a book about what happened to him; we'd shared a publisher back then, and we had dinner together at BookExpo America. What an inspiration he was."

"Wow," I said. "I suppose being a famous writer, you meet lots of interesting people."

"Well, I didn't bring up Christopher Reeve to name-drop."

"I know, I know. But who else have you met?"

"Let's see … what names would mean something to someone your age…? Well, I met King Charles before he died. The current Pope, and the one before him. Tamora Ng. Charlize Theron. Stephen Hawking. Moshe—"

"You met Hawking?"

"Yes. When I was giving a reading at Cambridge."

"Wow," I said again. "What was he like?"

"Very ironic. Very witty. Of course, communicating was an ordeal for him, but—"

"But what a mind!" I said. "Absolute genius."

"He was that," Karen said. "You like physics?"

"I love big ideas — physics, philosophy, whatever."

Karen smiled. "Really? Okay, I've got a joke for you. Do you know the one about Werner Heisenberg being pulled over by a traffic cop?"

I shook my head.

"Well," said Karen, "the cop says, 'Do you know how fast you were going?' And, without missing a beat, Heisenberg replies, 'No, but I know where I am!' "