This particular document is the record of an experiment. Certain twenty-fourth-century mortals would be horrified to know any evidence of their work was in Labienus’s possession, let alone that their project had been co-opted by him. He smiles wryly, remembering Project Adonai. On impulse, he orders the case to unlock itself, and he pulls the folder down. But another file pops out with it, tumbles down, fluttering open as it comes. Labienus seizes it in midair, but it has opened. He frowns at the picture he sees, and the memory that rises by association. The shot is of a black man with a lean face, fine features, bright hard gaze like a young hawk’s gaze. Labienus remembers the child the man had been. His mouth twists, as though he tasted bitterness. He has no protégé of his own, no bright second-in-command … He can see the woman in his mind’s eye, immortal, blue-eyed and blonde, but without any of the chilly grace he likes in an immortal woman. Unacceptably disorganized for an Executive.
What do You think about The Children Of The Company?
