Reclamation

"…that means, Aria, that you aren't motivated by, I mean, you understand, you don't cling to irrational, instinctive behavior, like we do. You make your decisions exclusively, you know that word, right? On the basis of personal experience, and that means that…"

"If you're going to try to corrupt impressionable young minds, Evran fa Kell, you really ought to do it in a lower tone of voice."

Aria almost cried out in relief. Zur-Allenden ki Uvarimaya-nus strolled through the doorway. As usual, mud covered his boots and breeches. A smile glowed on his pointed face, but it didn't reach his eyes while he looked over Evran. For reasons Aria hadn't gone out of her way to understand, the pair regarded each other as Heretics and would avoid each other whenever possible.

Evran stuck his chin out toward Zur-Allenden. "We're not on Quapoc ground, Zur-Allenden. There's no law against my talking to her."

"But I'll bet she wishes there was." Aria turned away to hide her smile. "And face it, Sar Evran, Manager ki Maliad catches you trying to make her into a Determinist, she'll boot you off-planet so hard you'll reach Station Eight without a shuttle."

Evran sniffed. "You are the ignorant child of an ignorant people."

"And the Balancers decided there weren't enough self-satisfied little shits in the universe so they sent us you." Zur-Allenden stumped over to his corner table, leaving a whole trail of squashed leaves and earth behind. Aria groaned inwardly.

Why can't he use the clearing room like everybody else? she thought as Zur-Allenden began stripping his boots off and leaning over the tabletop to check the results of whatever experiment he had brewing under the glass, showering more dirt everywhere.

Fortunately, Evran's stock of insults was smaller than his stock of pedantic speeches. "Aria, think about what I've said and come find me when you've got any questions." And he stalked out.

Zur-Allenden shook his head. "What amazes me is he says that like he thinks you'll actually do it. Like he thinks you don't have a brain in your head."

"Used to it." Aria ran her thumb along the bottom of the monitor display to make sure she got the numbers right. I hope I get faster at this soon. Her hand dropped to her pouch again, and she stopped it midway. She stuck the pad into the feed-out slot on the edge of Myra Lar's table so the two machines could talk to each other.

"Wouldn't have thought so." Zur-Allenden planted his stocking feet on the tile floor and folded his arms across his skinny chest.

Aria bent over the table and ran her finger down the line of glowing figures, slowly reading each one. Myra Lar had been overly diligent in explaining the importance of a manual check. "Be surprised, you would."

Zur-Allenden sat silently for a moment and Aria tried not to wonder what was going on inside his head. She'd used every trick she knew to try to get him to drop his guard around her. She'd worked diligently. She'd volunteered to run extra errands. She'd been overflustered and profusely apologetic when she'd made mistakes. She'd occasionally "let slip" remarks about her children and her sisters. The performance had gained the confidence, even the friendship, of almost everyone else in the lab, but not Allenden, and Aria was beginning to wonder why.

Blasted Skymen. You all look alike but you all act differently. There's no way to tell who's going to do what. Why can't you just mark your hands so a person can tell who you are by looking? Her hand twitched like it wanted to move to her pouch. She pressed it harder against the tabletop.

She had asked Iyal if there were other places where the people were marked so they could be told apart, and had received a strangely sad smile from her. "Almost everywhere has a social hierarchy, Aria. It seems to be part of being human. Some places use tattoos, or natural appearance to enforce it. Some places use family names or histories…" Her sentence had trailed off, and her face had turned thoughtful. "I'd be willing to speculate that maybe your world's hierarchy came from genotype…family…but if that was it, what're you doing on the bottom?"

"Oh, I forgot." Allenden snapped his fingers, interrupting her reverie. "Zur-Iyal wanted me to remind you to make sure you've got the lab cleaned and locked down by hour six. Maintenance is running the building check tonight and we all have to clear out early."

Blast, blast, blast. I had work I wanted to do tonight. Her eyes flickered involuntarily toward Allenden's keyboard. Aria was glad she had her back to him so he couldn't see. "Thank you, Zur-Allenden. I'll have it done."