“Where are we going, anyway?” Kate asked.
Fred F4RB8C3 looked across at her. “The Capitol, Tantalus,” he said, shrugging. They"d abandoned the idea of trying to locate a salvage ship on the garbage planet, Garlivka.
“Why there?”
Why indeed, he asked himself.
Genie-All was based there—the company that had “made” him. And now that he suspected they hadn"t made him, that somehow he"d been placed in a uterpod on the asteroid, his memory neutralized, his previous life taken from him, all he could think was that someone somewhere knew who he was, how he"d been removed from that life, and why. And that there was only one place where that person or persons could be, since it couldn"t have been done without the tacit consent or active participation from the Genie-All corporate office. That plac
