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that 'yes.'"
Saul frowned. "The baby was crying. Where were you?"
"Seeing Vicky. Are you getting any work done?" She appeared
in the doorway of their daughter's room, scantly clad and looking
as if she'd been asleep. There was something different about her
this evening, it took Saul a few minutes to figure out what it
was. The tips of her golden hair had been dyed powder blue. "Oh,"
she said, sniffing the air, "time for a change-change."
"I was about to do it."
"Oh, it takes you forever. Go on, get back to work."
Saul turned and walked out of the room, brushing past her in
the doorway. "Could you stay and keep her quiet, please?" he said
as he walked down the hallway. "At least until I come down?"
"Sorry honey," she said.
"Yeah," he muttered, thinking: If you weren't so fucking
sorry maybe we could stick this freak child of yours into a Home.
Or better yet into one of those euthanasia centers. We could live
like royalty on the money we spend keeping that thing alive.
Saul stopped in mid-stride, standing in the long west-wing
hall, horrified at his own thoughts. Is that me? he wondered. Is
that really me? My god, it must be the drug. It must be. The
Mataphin amplifies . . . it must be amplifying my resentment. I
don't wish death for her, poor baby, it's not her fault she's like


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that.
Saul made his way back to the oceanfront porch, taking deep
breaths to clear his mind of the ugliness and depression. He
settled himself into the couch and sipped his drink, closing his
eyes, seeing the red of the sunset through his eyelids. It looked
like fire. Raging red fire, sprays of molten rock, and through it
rolled the sphere, the Travels sphere, and with it came relaxation
and peace. The fire faded, other images came to mind, beautiful
images luxurious and deep, the ball rolling and rebounding and
Saul followed along behind it, watching closely, controlling its
direction, forgetting about his mutant daughter and bisexual wife
and his lost chance to have a true family. The sphere led the way.
Soon he arrived to where he wanted to be, and he slid his hand up
to the small recorder in his pocket, and pushed record.




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