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'
Too
heavy
.
’
Maelcum
shrugged
.
'
Stay
in
web
’
til
I
tell
you
.
’
He
tapped
a
final
sequence
into
the
module
and
grabbed
the
worn
pink
handholds
on
either
side
of
the
navigation
board
.
Case
saw
the
green
square
shrink
a
final
few
millimeters
to
overlap
the
red
square
.
On
the
smaller
screen
,
Haniwalowered
her
bow
to
miss
the
curve
of
the
spindle
and
was
snared
.
Garveywas
still
slung
beneath
her
like
a
captive
grub
.
The
tug
rang
,
shuddered
.
Two
stylized
arms
sprang
out
to
grip
the
slender
wasp
shape
.
Straylight
extruded
a
tentative
yellow
rectangle
that
curved
,
groping
past
Haniwafor
Garvey
There
was
a
scraping
sound
from
the
bow
,
beyond
the
trembling
fronds
of
caulk
.
'
Mon
,
’
Maelcum
said
,
'
mind
we
got
gravity
.
’
A
dozen
small
objects
struck
the
floor
of
the
cabin
simultaneously
,
as
though
drawn
there
by
a
magnet
.
Case
gasped
as
his
internal
organs
were
pulled
into
a
different
configuration
.
The
deck
and
construct
had
fallen
painfully
to
his
lap
.
They
were
attached
to
the
spindle
now
,
rotating
with
it
.
Maelcum
spread
his
arms
,
flexed
tension
from
his
shoulders
,
and
removed
his
purple
dreadbag
,
shaking
out
his
locks
.
'
Come
now
,
mon
,
if
you
seh
time
be
mos
’
precious
.
’
The
Villa
Straylight
was
a
parasitic
structure
,
Case
reminded
himself
,
as
he
stepped
past
the
tendrils
of
caulk
and
through
Marcus
Garvey
’
s
forward
hatch
.
Straylight
bled
air
and
water
out
of
Freeside
,
and
had
no
ecosystem
of
its
own
.
The
gangway
tube
the
dock
had
extended
was
a
more
elaborate
version
of
the
one
he
’
d
tumbled
through
to
reach
Haniwa
,
designed
for
use
in
the
spindle
’
s
rotation
gravity
.
A
corrugated
tunnel
,
articulated
by
integral
hydraulic
members
,
each
segment
ringed
with
a
loop
of
tough
,
nonslip
plastic
,
the
loops
serving
as
the
rungs
of
a
ladder
.
The
gangway
had
snaked
its
way
around
Haniwa
;
it
was
horizontal
,
where
it
joined
Garvey
’
s
lock
,
but
curved
up
sharply
and
to
the
left
,
a
vertical
climb
around
the
curvature
of
the
yacht
’
s
hull
.
Maelcum
was
already
making
his
way
up
the
rings
,
pulling
himself
up
with
his
left
hand
,
the
Remington
in
his
right
.
He
wore
a
stained
pair
of
baggy
fatigues
,
his
sleeveless
green
nylon
jacket
,
and
a
pair
of
ragged
canvas
sneakers
with
bright
red
soles
.
The
gangway
shifted
slightly
,
each
time
he
climbed
to
another
ring
.
The
clips
on
Case
’
s
makeshift
strap
dug
into
his
shoulder
with
the
weight
of
the
Ono
-
Sendai
and
the
Flatline
’
s
construct
.
All
he
felt
now
was
fear
,
a
generalized
dread
.
He
pushed
it
away
,
forcing
himself
to
replay
Armitage
’
s
lecture
on
the
spindle
and
Villa
Straylight
.
He
started
climbing
.
Freeside
’
s
ecosystem
was
limited
,
not
closed
.
Zion
was
a
closed
system
,
capable
of
cycling
for
years
without
the
introduction
of
external
materials
.
Freeside
produced
its
own
air
and
water
,
but
relied
on
constant
shipments
of
food
,
on
the
regular
augmentation
of
soil
nutrients
.
The
Villa
Straylight
produced
nothing
at
all
.
'
Mon
,
’
Maelcum
said
quietly
,
'
get
up
here
,
’
side
me
.
’
Case
edged
sideways
on
the
circular
ladder
and
climbed
the
last
few
rungs
.
The
gangway
ended
in
a
smooth
,
slightly
convex
hatch
,
two
meters
in
diameter
.
The
hydraulic
members
of
the
tube
vanished
into
flexible
housings
set
into
the
frame
of
the
hatch
.
