Webber walked noisily to the scanner, peering into the circuits. "The general's communication experts will be working overtime for a while," he remarked. "For the rest of the voyage. They'll know the scanner's a gravity device but that won't help them." It was another count against them. Communication at practically unlimited range was not a prize easily given up. But what they really wanted was Nona. Indirectly she'd given them back the gravity drive, and now this. And they would think, rightly, that there was more where these inventions came from. He wished Anti were here to advise them. Docchi looked around to ask Jordan about her but he was already gone. Cameron was standing quietly in a corner with Nona, talking to her in a low voice while she smiled and smiled. Webber was still looking into the scanner. Only Jeriann was waiting for him. Now that the general had mentioned it, Docchi wondered if she really was waiting for him--and for how long. 12 Anti looked up at the dome. It was all she could see with comfort. Stars changed less than she would have believed. The patterns were substantially the same as on Earth. Brightness varied with rotation, that was the main difference. Now those overhead were brilliant and that meant she was facing the direction they were travelling. She wondered which was Alpha and which Proxima Centauri. She never had been able to recognize them. She extended one arm, splashing acid. Lately there were times she had to keep moving if she didn't want to freeze. It wasn't pleasant but she could endure it for the sake of walking some day. There were degrees of helplessness and no one else, even here, was completely immobilized, confined completely to a specialized environment. She had forgotten much of the past and couldn't see far into the future. Perhaps it wasn't worth looking into. "Quiet, you'll scare the fish." She paddled around until she could see Jordan. "If you find fish who can live in this, throw them in. I'll welcome any kind of company." "Maybe Cameron can mutate fish to stand the cold," suggested Jordan. "Or if that fails he can always transfer the fungus to them." "I don't wish it on anything, even a fish." "It wouldn't hurt. Besides, it might make them immortal." "Thanks. I like fish, but not as playmates. They're better on a plate." "Barbaric," said Jordan. "I prefer scientific food, synthetics. Wholly removed from the taint of the living creature. Something that didn't die in quick agony so that you could smack your lips. Germ free, compounded of balanced elements." "Came from nature myself," said Anti. "Uncivilized though it is, I prefer nutrition from the same source." "You're confusing yourself," commented Jordan. "Synthetics contain everything necessary for life. When was the last time Jeriann ate?" "Longer than she cares to remember. Besides you're quibbling. She gets concentrates, which is not the same as synthetics."