She put her hand out hesitantly, felt the smooth vegetable texture of a
leaf, grasped it, pulled it away. She moved back to the door and
examined the leaf. It was a quite real leaf. Thin sap formed a bead of
amber moisture at the break in the stalk as she looked at it.
No illusion structure could be elaborated to that extent.
So she'd just had her first dive hallucination--and it had been a dilly!
Trigger dropped the leaf, pushed shakily at the balcony door, and
stepped back through the black-light screen into the reassuring murmur
of human voices in the gambling room.
An hour later, the ship's loudspeaker system went on. It announced that
the Dawn City would surface in fifteen minutes because of gravitic
disturbances, and proceed the rest of the way to Evalee in normal space,
arriving approximately five hours behind schedule. Rest cubicle
passengers would not be disturbed, unless this was specifically
requested by a qualified associate.
Trigger turned her attention back to her viewer, feeling rather
relieved. She hadn't experienced any further hallucinations, or other
indications of subspace distress; but the one she'd had would do her for
a while. The little viewer library she was in was otherwise deserted,
and she'd been going about her studies there just the least bit
nervously.
Subject of the studies were the Hub's principal games of chance. She'd
identified a few of those she'd been watching--and one of them did look
as if someone who went at it with an intelligent understanding of the
odds--
A part of Trigger kept tut-tutting and shaking its head at such reckless
notions. But another part pointed out that they couldn't be much worse
off financially than they were right now. So what if they arrived in
Manon dead-broke instead of practically? Besides, there was the problem
of remaining inconspicuous till they got there. On the Dawn City no one
whose wardrobe was limited to one Automatic Sales dress was going to
remain inconspicuous very long.
Trigger-in-toto went on calculating the odds for various possible play
combinations. She developed her first betting system, presently
discovered several holes in it, and began to develop another.
The loudspeaker system went on again. She was too absorbed to pay much
attention to it at first. Then she suddenly straightened up and
listened, frowning.
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