Fresh narco-tanks had been connected. It needed another shot, fast. ButI was paralyzed.
It had made a noise like God playing a Hammond organ...
_And looked at me!_
I don't know if seeing is even the same process in eyes like those. Idoubt it. Maybe I was just a gray blur behind a black rock, with theplexi-reflected sky hurting its pupils. But it fixed on me. Perhaps thesnake doesn't really paralyze the rabbit, perhaps it's just that rabbits arecowards by constitution. But it began to struggle and I still couldn't move,fascinated.
Fascinated by all that power, by those eyes, they found me therefifteen minutes later, a little broken about the head and shoulders, theInject still unpushed.
And I dream about those eyes. I want to face them once more, even iftheir finding takes forever. I've got to know if there's something inside methat sets me apart from a rabbit, from notched plates of reflexes andinstincts that always fall apart in exactly the same way whenever the
proper combination is spun.
Looking down, I noticed that my hand was shaking. Glancing up, Inoticed that no one else was noticing.
I finished my drink and emptied my pipe. It was late and no songbirdswere singing.
I sat whittling, my legs hanging over the aft edge, the chips spinningdown into the furrow of our wake. Three days out. No action.
"You!"
"Me?"
"You."
Hair like the end of the rainbow, eyes like nothing in nature, fineteeth.
"Hello."
"There's a safety regulation against what you're doing, you know."
"I know. I've been worrying about it all morning."
A delicate curl climbed my knife then drifted out behind us. It settledinto the foam and was plowed under. I watched her reflection in my blade,