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“Esá coyo on Mars who traded us for all the ships and told us where to find supplies? He’s not ‘Martian econo debt ratios’ o ‘income and access inequality’ ” With each pretentious invented ter a class, and it was funny enough that Naomi chuckled He blinked at the sound, and then smiled a little shyly “La coyo la is just some coyo He’s a man made a deal with a s Who people are, it matters, yeah? Can’t replace them”
His gaze was on her now, not a professor lecturing a class, but Cyn lecturing her She scooped the last bite of pudding into her ,” she said around it Cyn looked down, gathered himself She could see the effort more than she could understand it
“Filipito, he needs you No sabez la, but he does You and Marco are you and Marco, but no you take the coward’s out”
Her heart juive in to the dark thoughts She wondered what brought him to the conclusion, and whether it was ahe could see in her that she couldn’t She sed “You telling me not to kill myself?”
“Be a bad thing to say?”
She stood up, her soiled bowl in her hand He rose with her, following as she headed for the recycler The weight of her body was reassuring There was still tiure her way over “What should I do, then?”
It was Cyn’s turn to shrug “Coo where they need us, do what needs doing Help where they need help, yeah? Already eight colony ships on target”
“Target for what?”
“Redistribué, yeah? Alles la food and supplies they got heading out for the Ring? Más a anyone ever gave the Belt Take that, feed the Belt, build the Belt See what es vide e’re not scrabbling for air y ejection mass Gardens in the vacuum Cities make Tycho Station look some rock hopper’s head Neorld without a world to it, yeah? None of this alien bok Blow the Ring Burn it Get back to people being people, yeah?”
Tomen walked by, heads bent toward each other in passionate conversation The nearer one glanced up, then away, then back There was venoaze Hatred The contrast was stark On one hand, Cyn’s vision of a future where Belters were free of the economic oppression of the inner planets – of the central axio in Naomi’s childhood In her life Civilization built by the of hu her because she had dared to act against theh “Where does it end, Cyn? Where does it all end?”
“Doesn’t Not if we do it right”
There was nothing in her cabin that could help her, but since she was confined there and alone, it here she searched Hours Not days
The crash couch was bolted to t
he deck with thick steel and reinforced ceramic canted so that any direction the force ca or another Any individual strut ht have been usable as a pry bar, but she didn’t have any way to unbolt the couch or break one free So not that The draere thinner e, more or less, as the lockers She pulled the the construction of the latches, the sea for clues or inspiration There was nothing
The tiny black thumb of the decoo if she could just find a way She felt the ti away, second by second, as she came up blank She had to find a way She would find a way The Chetzemoka was so close to still be too far away