... simple about them. You pull on their strings and they dance for you," David said, miming the action with his hands. "That one," he said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder, "Acted as if he held the keys to heaven and we were trying to take them away from him." "I wonder if it wasn't that he was faced with a very independent pair of 'morphs," Tasha said. "I mean, this ship is yours, David. The registry mentions no bank, no patron, nothing. It has your name and nothing else. You don't even pay taxes on it. It has no AI, which sometimes screams 'pirate,' but everybody knows your record is completely spotless. And me, well, I'm just registered as your killer tough kitty navigator." David stared at Tasha, then Patricia, who stifled a giggle behind her hand. "You two..." he said, shaking his head. "We have a ship to get cleaned up. Let's go." "Chico, man, you got a tuxedo to be my best man?" "What the Hell do I need a tuxedo for on a starship?" the short asian human asked as he unbuckled his seat harness. "I'll rent one someday. I'm a doctor, not a soap-opera star." David grinned as he pulled the keys from the rented airvan. "There it is." "Where do your parents live?" Denni asked, staring across the wide grass at the enormous building before them. |