Chapter Eighteen
THE TRUCK WENT HIGHER and higher into space.
Fabio couldn’t even see the surface anymore, because the giant crescent of Jupiter dominated the view.
“Where are we going?” Paul asked. “Where the f**k are we going? There is a man on the roof, not wearing a suit. That is f*****g Jupiter out there, he should have been dead ages ago. Why is he alive? What sort of robot is it?”
“He’s an aggregate,” Fabio said.
“What the f**k are you? Some kind of spy?”
“I’m Fabio Velazquez. I am the last survivor of the chameleon program, which was ISF’s answer to the aggregate program. I am still a Lieutenant in ISF, although I don’t know how long that will last. I worked in mining astronomy, Research Division. At Mars, I rescued a community of people from certain death when I found out th
