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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 1
Chapter 1
Up the escalator from baggage check, Jonah Parker hurried through the terminal s
concourse. He was late. The messenger bag carrying his datapad, com, and old-fashioned
notebooks, pens and pencils bumped his hip. At gate twelve passengers were already boarding
the shuttle.
Winded from his jog, he caught his breath, and fed his boarding pass and ID to the
remote drone at the gates check-in. His first chance to cover a story offworldoff Bergstrom, at
leastand he was almost bumped from the flight because port authority thought his pencils were
bombs. It was the first time since he had gone to work for the Chronicle that he had appreciated
his bosss temper. TracyGordons globular bald head had materialized on the flat screen of
Jonahs datapad, and a low grumble emitted from that screen had called the security officer an
ill-educated dolt for not recognizing a pencil. Shamed, the security guard let Jonah pass with no
further arguments.
The drone spat backJonahspass and ID, and with a soft feminine voice said, Welcome
passenger 241 to flight D20 leaving for orbital research station Ghi at 1500 hours. Scheduled
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 2arrival Ghi orbital 1600 hours. You may board at any time. Final call is 1430 hours. It is now
1420 hours.
From behind Jonah the aroma of brewing gourmet coffee poured into his nostrils. Oddly
he thought a cup of coffee might calm him before the flight. He had been off world twice before,
once to Terra to visit his father, and once to Obusy in the Tau Ceti system to see his old J-school
buddy Gray Hjortsberg, so interstellar travel wasnt such a big deal. This trip, though, wasnt
going beyond the Eradani system, so there were no pre-hyperspace jitters. This trip would barely
reach beyond Bergstrom itself to the research station circling Bergstroms moon. But, this trip
could escalate his careerat least at the Chroniclegive him a better chance to get more
offworld stories, maybe eventually enough for a book deal.
It was also his first trip in which he would have significant contact with urvogellians,
speaking of which, at the kiosk he had queued up behind a purple-crested urvogela female by
the looks of it. Beyond the starport you didnt see many urvogel on a backwater like
Bergstroma few in the settlements south of Sacramento. Most disliked Bergstroms moderate
temperatures, believing the planet too cold for their tastes. A prolonged staythough not on the
planets surfacemade his assignment newsworthy, at least for the Chronicle. It held some
interest to the Terran media, and maybe the Federation too, because the science corps delegation
making a stop at the research station had not said why they were coming.
With a slender forewing, the urvogel accepted its watery orange tactdyl tea from the
kiosks barrista. It turned, snaked a condescending marble-brown eye at Jonah, then headed
toward gate twelve.
Jonah placed an order for a tall house blend, and hoped he might get a chance to talk to
the urvogel once on board. Coffee in hand, Jonah headed down the ramp and into the shuttle.
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 3#
That night at the station, the reception for the delegates was pleasant enough, though few
would remember it. For dinner: crusty seeded breadan urvogel favoritespread with tapenade
as an hors doeuvres, the entre, a local fish blackened and spicy and cocktails from a generously
stocked bar, all set up in a converted meeting room on the stations upper lab deck. The stations
staff and crew, it was clear, wasnt used to formal events, but they had done their best laying out
white-clothed buffet tables with sterling silver service trays, and hiring stewards and chefs from
Conroys, a surprisingly good high-end restaurant in one of the former settlements now
incorporated into Sacramento. Jonah had been to the restaurant, covering his publisher Julia
Kidder receiving a media award.
Before dinner there had been the grip and grin press conference with the delegates
orchestrated by an urvogellian PR flak, the purple-crested femaleQuillipaktaurfrom
Jonahs shuttle. The scientists were draped in shimmering blue robes, signifying their caste, their
crests bristling uncomfortably as the flak deflected questions about the delegations mission; the
only information given: the mission had to do with the stations research into genetics. The
answers were too simple, nothing to warrant a weeks stay here, but it was all he was going to
get that day.
After the press conference, he lowered his embarrassingly outdated handheld video
camera, and entered quotes in his datapad. By receptions end, Jonah had time to transfer his all
his notes to his datapad, write the story, edit a brief video stream, and file the whole thing from
the stations satellite link-up in time for it to get a mention on the morning news show. As he
uploaded the story, he imagined the pitted face and black-dyed, blown-dry hair of channel
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 4XXXN-65s morning news anchor reading the storyunattributedas twenty seconds of video
flashed across tri-dee screens. Time for a refresh of his drink.
Later, as the reception wound down and his story filed, he dropped his datapad and
camera in his room, returned to the lab deck before the bar closed, and bought a gin and tonic.
The stewards were clearing down the serving tables, but almost everyone, human and urvogel
alike, was milling about. The stations staff seemed genuinely honored to have the urvogel
aboard. The urvogel generally thought human science outdated, and Jonah could only imagine a
backwater station like Ghi mustve seemed primitive. Their condescension toward human
science and tech only made this visit more mysterious. But that mystery could be uncovered later
this week. Jonah left the reception room, drink in hand, and headed toward the elevator, wanting
to see from the observation deck his home planet vanishing into the void as the station moved to
the moons dark side.
. . . had drinks with a freelancer working for one of the major news outlets on Terra.
From the stations observation deck they stood behind curved windows looking into a black
void, the station now behind the moon, Bergstrom well out of sight. For some time the urvogel
Quillipaktaur stood near them, watching as the planet disappeared into the void. At her side,
one of the blue-crested delegates. The two had chattered in their native language, clicking as if
agreeing on something, or laughing about the humans getting drunk in the dark. Then the urvogel
were gone, too, vanished like the planet theyd been watching, only the hiss of a sliding door
revealing their exit. The two journalists finished their gin and tonics in silence.
#
Initial security reports from the station said the stations cooling system had broken
down. Media from outlets all over Bergstromin Sacramento and in its settlementsreported
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 5that ammonia-fed pumps in the cooling system shut down, causing the stations electronic
equipment to overheat. General alarms went off. A minor problem repairable in a few hours with
a short spacewalk. Everyone aboard, reports said, was safe. Jonah was about to learn why the
alarms really went off.
Slightly drunk from downing the drink so quickly, Jonah set his glass on the coffee table
in front of the viewing window, and sunk down into one of the thick-cushioned maroon chair
that made a half-circle near the window.
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 6
The slidewalk dropped him at the edge of an octagonal court. Fast food joints lined the
octagons rims. Travelers clumped at tables and booths, eating breakfast. Somewhere from one
of the kiosks at the edge of the court,
He switched on his vidcom and linked to his credcard balance. He could buy coffee and
breakfast and still have enough left over for anything else he might need.
His com chirped as he made his way toward the coffee kiosk. He clicked Talk. Parker.
Cass here.
Whats up? He stopped, turned around after passing the coffee kiosk.
Wanted to see if you could do something for me.
At the kiosk, he What? No Parker, Im glad youre alive?
Right, right . . . Glad youre alive, Parker.
Thanks.
Wanted to give you a heads up . . . an urvogel delegation is arriving Sacramento
downport in about an hour. Youre there. So . . .
Can I snap some vid, get a few quotes?
I knew you wouldnt disappoint, Parker.
No prob. He clicked the vidcom off. Lucky for him the urvogel was still waiting for the
barrista to froth the watery orange tactdyl tea they loved. He could find out from her at which
port the delegation was arriving. They seem a little slow today dont they, Honorable One? He
had assumed the purple crest placed her in the diplomatic corps and addressed her properly.
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 7The urvogel snaked an eye toward Jonah. Your kind always seems so, the bird clicked
in perfect Anglic, for which Jonah was glad; his translator, along with everything else, was
awaiting pick up.
He clicked a greeting in Urvogellian, though with a thick-tongued, awkward accent. The
diplomat ignored him. No matter. He continued his formal greeting, clasping his hands together
as if about to pray, and bowed at the bird.
With grace she accepted her cup of tea, paid the barrista, and looked at Jonah again, this
time with a little less contempt. She returned the bow. No need to be so formal. Your kind,
always trying to impress. She shook her head, her crest bristling quizzically.
Youre with the delegation, right? he asked.
Why would you say that? She seemed angered, offended.
Y-your crest . . . Damn it. He hated when his voice cracked like that. Anyway, no
matter . . . I just thought you might . . .
Because of the crest?
I didnt mean to offend. Shouldered over her forewing was a large vidcom bag. Shit,
she was media, too. What a dumb ass! Urvogellians had to rank at least purple-crest to serve
offworld.
Lighten up, she said. Quillipaktaur. She extended her forewing to shake hands.
Yes, I am part of the diplomatic corp. Lower level. Public relat ions. Covering the delegation for
the corp.
Jonah Parker. He shook the delicate forewing.
Parker? The writer?
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 8Yes. His face flushed. Four years in the business and he still felt awkward when
someone recognized his work.
They have you covering the delegation? Hercrest flattened, then rose again. I thought
you were still on Ukiah.
Guess you missed my last report. He smiled. But, yeah, my editor . . . she was
supposed to pick me up half an hour ago . . .
You dont have to say anything more.
Editors were editors no matter the culture. Reporters were their servants. Jonah peered at
the time on his com. The delegation, they should be here soon. Where are they docking?
Quillipaktaur eyed the hand-sized device Jonah held. Youre shooting with that?
Guess Ill have to. He shrugged. My stuffs in baggage claim. And your people are
always on time.
The urvogels beak parted, a gesture indicating a smile. We have enough time to get you
better equipment. I have extra coms at our bureau.
#
The vidcom Jonahs new friend lent him was made for thinner fingers, so it was clumsy
in his hands, but it would produce better shots than his personal com. He stood alongside
Quillipaktaur in the throng of reporters and remote drones covering the delegations arrival. He
hated this impersonal approach. Every story from the delegations appearance, including his,
would sound the same. A change-up in the lead. A slightly different camera angle. But the same
story. Even the major outlets would have the same sound bites.
If he hadnt been available for this event, Cass would have sent a remote drone. He was
available, and cheaper than the drone.
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 9A silvery dot flickered above the docking port. Two smaller dots appeared on either side
of the larger one. A crackling boom came across the sky. The narrow river of media pushed
closer to the velvet rope barrier keeping them away from the landing zone where the shuttle
would arrive. Jonah shoved aside an out of shape disheveled slug to let Quill into the front row.
It was the least he could do. She clicked her thanks as the dots in the sky took shape.
The shuttle was elegant, an urvogellian design: sleek and slender in the front, a bulb in
the back, small wings to the side, a shape much like the species that created it. Upturned thrusters
allowed the craft to hover while landing skids were lowered.
Jonah turned his vidcom away from the shuttle to the swiftly departing fighter escort.
Another reminder of the war on Ukiah. The warprobably the reason an urvogellian delegation
was coming to Bergstrom. The urvogellians wanted to withdraw more than 5,000 personnel from
Ukiah, which placed the war more and more into Bergstromian, and therefore Terran, hands.
Jonah couldnt blame the urvogellians. Seven years of fighting and the alliance was
nowhere near stanching Ukiahan terrorism in the republic. Several thousand urvogellian males
had lost their lives in the fighting.
#
His story uploaded and filed, Jonah left the urvogellian bureau after a cup of tactyl tea
with Quill. With his claim stub expiring in ten minutes, he rushed to baggage claim, making his
way through several labyrinthine concourses, passing gate after gate until he found a bank of
elevators. He took an elevator to the ports lowest level. An expired stub would mean loss of
every vidcom and notepad, every pen and pencil he had taken with him to Ukiahat least for
two months while port authority and planetary security riffled through it, making sure he wasnt
Ukiahian intelligence or that his pencils werent bombs. If he didnt make it to the claim desk, it
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 10would certainly mean loss of his last story detailing the allied retreat from the ruins of Mont
DeLillo. He stared at the fading claim code on the poker-chip sized plastic card. Three minutes.
He pushed his way out of the elevator with one minute left and thrust the wafer at a
counter clerk. The clerk eyed the stub indifferently, took Jonahs ID and press pass, told Jonah
hed have to wait for clearance because the stub had expired, and disappeared into an office.
As Jonah waited, Cass rang him up.
Great story, she said. A couple of questions, though . . .
OK? He rolled his eyes. A couple of questions from Cass could take hours. Then again,
he probably had hours since he had to wait for his bags.
The delegates really were science corps?
Yes. They were blue-crested. And I confirmed it with Quill . . . uh, the urvogellian who
lent me her equipment.
And all female?
As far as I could tell. You know how hard it is to tell with them before mating season
when the tail plumage comes out. He shifted in his chair. And I confirmed that with Quill,
too.
Odd. Very odd.
What?
I would have thought it was diplomatic. Not scientific.
Its true. Apparently theyre scheduled to go to Ghi in a few days. Dont know what for.
Couldnt get much during the grip and grin. Even Quill wasnt sure.
Hmmm. Well have to keep an eye on that. Anyway . . . you think you could grab a taxi?
My cars being worked on. Well reimburse you when you get to the office.
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 11Um. . . as long as you can reimburse me today.
Ill see what I can do.
She clicked off before he could say anything else.
#
Only one bag? Eugenides asked his mark . . . um . . . fare.
His fare nodded warily and slid into the tear-shaped, puke-green car. Eugenides loved the
downport fares. They rarely said crap about his prices. They just wanted to get to their hotel or
meeting, or whatever brought them to Bergstrom. This guy, thoughwell, some extra customer
service skills might help. Security mustve harassed him. No doubt set off by the weeks beard
growth, the dingy t-shirt, the blue doo rag hanging sweatily against his head. Maybe a scammer
like himself. Perhaps someone caught at his scam and kicked from the port by security.
Eugenides swiveled to look at the guy slumped in the back seat. Or maybe he just needed
coffee. Where to?
The guy gave him an address. The Sacramento Free Press and Journal. An unusual
destination. It wasnt ideal, not a block away from the downtown cop shop. Eugenides shrugged.
A fares a fare. He set the route on the GPS, turned on the meter, and the car hummed into
motion.
As the car neared downtown, Eugenides rerouted the GPS to bypass the cop shop. The
car hopped into a new lane, passed the monorail station and hovered in an empty spot in the
Journals employee parking lot.
His fare unbuckled his seat belt and thanked Eugenides for the ride. Before hopping into
traffic Eugenides was surprised to see the man walk into the Journals editorial office. If the guy
really was a reporter, that could be bad for business.
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 12He hovered at a traffic light, a little angry with himself. Perhaps he had pushed his scam
too long. The light flickered green. He shrugged. On to something else, then. The green tear drop
disappeared into the early rush hour traffic.
#
The office was at an unusual lull, a com chirping here and there, a handful of people
gazing at monitors, snickering at the latest viral video. Cass was either fiddling with a column of
text or answering e-mail, Jonah couldnt tell.
Hey Cass.Jonah was at her desk before she saw him. You get that cabbies operators
number?
She turned, glanced at him. Parker. Youre back.
No thanks to you.
You should feel lucky that I was able to get your reimbursement today, she said. She
minimized the apps she had up. You have your credcard?
He handed her the card.
And yeah, she said, that cab was stolen. Reported stolen by Rays about a month ago.
She stuck a slender data disk into the cards port. So you got taken.
Thought so. Hed been scammed. A stolen taxi. Wonder how long that guy had been
running fares at three times going rate?
The credcard beeped.
Uh oh, Cass said. You have an alert on your account. It wont let me upload the
money.
Son of a bitch.
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 13Youve had a pretty crappy welcome home, huh? Youre bags impounded, youre
account hacked. Cass smirked. At least you were able to get that story for me.
Yeah. You know me. Always glad to serve.
#
At his desk, he called Bridget. He shook his head as he waited for her to pick up. Why
hadnt he called her instead of getting in the taxi? The best answer: the familiar green tear-
shaped car had drifted in front of him almost as if he willed it. The true answer: he didnt think
this woman hed known for less than a week before he got the assignment on Ukiah would still
be around. The call went to voicemail.
Her class began at six. It was five-thirty. She was probably nowhere near a com. Instead
she was probably checking equipment, testing the old-fashioned wire hook ups on the epees and
foils. Most had at one time shorted during bouts, causing the judges to naked-eye hits, causing
long arguments over who hit whom. Some of her class could be real divas. They complained
about everything, including the shoddy equipment. They were also the ones with enough money
they couldve donated equipment to the piste.
Jonah wasnt a diva. Couldnt have cared less whether his epee was plugged to frayed
wires or scored points with a laser system. He just thought it was unique someone had opened a
piste a block from the Journal. Outside of movies or martial arts competitions, fencing was
almost unheard of. Well maybe on some backwater system on the Rim, they fought with swords.
But no need in civilized space. Not when you could make pink mist of someones head from
1,000 meters away.
He skimmed his story, checking Casss edits. The video was shaky, as hed expected, but
the story was perfect. As perfect as a grip and grin story could be. Just enough information to get
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 14the conspiracy theorists riled up, at least from what he could tell of the comments. All of them
had their ideas about why the urvogellians had sent a scientific delegation. All of them saw a
government cover up, something to hide about the war.
Youre still here?
He peered up from his screen. Just approving your edits.
Perfect as always.
Of course. It was now twenty after six. Twenty minutes after his shift was over. He
thumbed his com, wondering if hed somehow missed Bridgets call back.
Didnt I tell you to go home an hour ago?
He shrugged. Still dont have a ride.
Then you have a couple of minutes?
Sure.
Down the hallway, reporter and editor headed into the dingy break room and a wall of
stale, burnt coffee. A low irritating hum emanated from the snack and drink machines. This was
a bland, gray-walled place, the last sort of place anyone would want to go to take a break from
work. If anything, you wanted to lose your change to the vending machines and get back to the
mustard-yellow editorial office as soon as possible. Cass bought a soda and joined Jonah at a
corner table. Fading sunlight squeezed through blinds and dappled their table.
You always sit here, in the sun, Cass said. Her drink sighed pleasantly as she popped
the can open.
Jonah said nothing, as usual. Sometimes he had no idea what to say. He just waited to
hear what others talked about, and spoke up if he thought of something.
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 15Cass slid the can midway across the table as if offering him a drink. Sorry about your
account. Im sure youll be able to straighten that out. That kind of thing happens to me all the
time. Thats because God hates me.
Probably, yeah. He interlocked his fingers meditatively, and stared down at Casss
hands. The candy-red polish on her nails were chipped.
What I wanted to tell you was that Miss Kidder loved your broadcasts from Ukiah. She
told me personally she was glad she sent you.
Really? She actually talked?
Cass half-smirked, then brought her drink to her mouth. Theres talk of a book deal. If
shes willing to let go of the rights. Youll have to talk to Tracy about that. I know hes talked to
her about it. But you know what a pussy he can be around her.
His face flushed at the thought of a book deal. He didnt want to get his hopes up too
much, though. For being such a fit-throwing hard ass in the newsroom, his managing editor often
bowed to the publishers wishes. He does seem to obey, doesnt he?
I think theyre having an affair. Cass guzzled the last of her soda. Now for the bad
news.
Dont even get a reach around, huh? he mumbled.
#
Bradbury Eugenides cut the cars engine outside of a convenience store several clicks
south of Sacramento. In the twenty or so years since the downport was built, it was becoming
harder for a thief to ditch a stolen car in the country. Suburban sprawl had jabbed its tendrils into
the smallest of settlements, some of which had been incorporated into the city. Other settlements
let the sprawl encroach, gaining bank branches, fast food joints, and strip malls, but never letting
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 16the sprawl envelop and consume. Even here, though, in this blink of a town, Eugenides could see
the pink haze of skylights that obscured the night sky, could hear the sonic-boom of old-
fashioned reaction drives used by Navy escort fighters as they cracked the atmosphere.
He had stopped for a recharge. It was a risk to stop in town given the cars distinct color
and shape, but he wasnt sure how far he needed to go now to actually be in the country, and
anyhow his cell was low. The clerk inside was indifferent, spent most of his time fidgeting with
the black stones in his earlobes, while Eugenides prowled the shelves for bread, cheese and meat.
Once he found a suitable spot to ditch the car, hed have to ca mp for the night somewhere
nearby, and he wasnt going to starve out in the woods. If Julia returned his call, he wouldnt
have to stay in the woods at all. He paid the clerk cash, which for a moment confused the poor
kid because he had to count change, and went outside to charge the car for the last time.
A few clicks out of town he pulled the car to the shoulder, hovered for a moment to check
the GPS. He had uploaded fresh maps an hour ago, just in case the old ones had missed any new
developments or linkwork. There was an old groundcar highway twelve clicks southeast of here,
and just beyond the highway a bridge. Some farmers still used ground vehicles, cultivators in
particular, so the ground transport department maintained a handful of paved highways for
commerce sake. He could dump the car in the river the bridge spanned and shelter himself for the
night under the bridge.
Finding the highway was no problem. The map was correct. He veered onto it, followed
it about a click, and as he neared the river, switched the car to all-terrain mode and hopped a
drainage ditch. Dust and dirt swirled around his car like thick smoke as the car hovered a few
meters above a plowed field. He skirted the fields edge, then banked right, angling for a tree line
in the distance. A few meters behind him a second dust plume rose.
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Glasscock/GENERIA TRANSFER 17He checked the navigation screen. A smaller vehicle behind him, catching up swiftly.
Shit, he thought. Red light glinted in the rearview. A siren whooped. He was caught.
#
Jonah left the Journal from the rear door, heading on foot to Bridgets gym, a knot of
anger swelling in his stomach after learning his next trip to Ukiah was placed on indefinite
hiatus. Allied officials were limiting war coverage to the major Terran media outlets, so
independents were grounded. It was late. From across the street, the hiss of the monorail arriving
or departing the station the only sound. Everyone was gone, except the night editors monitoring
the wire, sending out instant updates and follow-ups in a stream of images and text to Journal
subscribers.
Down the street patrol cars exited the police station, and cars hummed along the road. A
weeknight. Light traffic. No sign of a green pod taxi: he doubted he could will it into existence
like he had at the downportnot that he believed he had any sort of powers like thatand he
hoped the 150 credits the driver had managed to take had bought a nice bottle of wine, some cold
beer for a nights work.
It was his fault he got ripped off. He shouldve been more alert, shouldve thought of
Bridget earlier. Before her class. After the class had ended, she had checked her voicemail and
had returned his call, happy, it seemed, she had heard from him. I honestly didnt think Id hear
from you, she said.
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