In Y.T.'s peripheral1 vision she sees a brief flash, hears a clunking noise. She looks over in that direction to see that the source of the light is a sort of doggie door built into the side of the Hong Kong franchise2. The doggie door has in the very recent past been slammed open by something coming from the inside, headed for the lawngrid with the speed and determination of a howitzer shell. As all of this registers on Y.T.'s mind, she begins to hear the shouting of the jeeks. This shouting is not angry and not scared either. No one has had time to get scared yet. It is the shouting of someone who has just had a bucket of ice water dumped over his head.
This shouting is still getting underway, she is still turning her head to look at the jeeks, when the doggie door emits another burst of light. Her eyes flick3 that-a-way; she thinks that she saw something, a long round shadow cross-sectioned in the light for a blurry4 instant as the door was being slammed inward. But when her eyes focus on it, she sees nothing except the oscillating door, same as before. These are the only impressions left on her mind, except for one more detail: a train of sparks that danced across the lawngrid from the doggie door to the jeeks and back again during this one-second event, like a skyrocket glancing across the lot.
People say that the Rat Thing runs on four legs. Perhaps the claws on its robot legs made those sparks as they were digging into the lawngrid for traction5. The jeeks are all in motion. Some of them have just been body-slammed into the lawngrid and are still bouncing and rolling. Others are still in mid-collapse. They are unarmed. They are reaching to grip their gun hands with the opposite hands, still hollering, though now their voices are tinged6 with a certain amount of fear. One of them has had his trousers torn from the waistband all the way down to the ankle, and a strip of fabric7 is trailing out across the lot, as though he had his pocket picked by something that was in too much of a hurry to let go of the actual pocket before it left. Maybe this guy had a knife in his pocket.
There is no blood anywhere. The Rat Thing is precise. Still they hold their hands and holler. Maybe it's true what they say, that the Rat Thing gives you an electrical shock when it wants you to let go of something.
"Look out," she hears herself saying, "they got guns."
Hiro turns and grins at her. His teeth are very white and straight; he has a sharp grin, a carnivore's grin. "No, they don't. Guns are illegal in Hong Kong, remember?"
"They had guns just a second ago," Y.T. says, bulging8 her eyes and shaking her head.
"The Rat Thing has them now," Hiro says.
The jeeks all decide they better leave. They run out and get into their taxis and take off, tires asqueal.
Y.T. backs the taxi on its rims9 out over the STD and into the street, where she grindingly parallel parks it. She goes back into the Hong Kong franchise, a nebula10 of aromatic11 freshness trailing behind her like the tail of a comet. She is thinking, oddly enough, about what it would be like to climb into the back of the car with Hiro Protagonist12 for a while. Pretty nice, probably. But she'd have to take out the dentata, and this isn't the place. Besides, anyone decent enough to come help her escape from The Clink probably has some kind of scruples13 about boffing fifteen-year-old girls.
"That was nice of you," he says, nodding at the parked taxi. "Are you going to pay for his tires, too?"
"No. Are you?"
"I'm having some cash flow problems."
She stands there in the middle of the Hong Kong lawngrid. They look each other up and down, carefully.
"I called my boyfriend. But he flaked14 out on me," she says.
"Another thrasher?"
"The same."
"You made the same mistake I made once," he says.
"What's that?"
"Mixing business with pleasure. Going out with a colleague. It gets very confusing."
"Yeah. I see what you mean." She's not exactly sure what a colleague is.
"I was thinking that we should be partners," she says.
She's expecting him to laugh at her. But instead he grins and nods his head slightly. "The same thing occurred to me. But I'd have to think about how it would work."
She is astounded15 that he would actually be thinking this. Then she gets the sap factor under control and realizes: He's waffling. Which means he's probably lying. This is probably going to end with him trying to get her into bed.
"I gotta go," she says. "Gotta get home."
Now we'll see how fast he loses interest in the partnership16 concept. She turns her back on him.
Suddenly, they are impaled17 on Hong Kong robot spotlights18 one more time.
Y.T. feels a sharp bruising19 pain in her ribs20, as though someone punched her. But it wasn't Hiro. He is an unpredictable freak who carries swords, but she can smell chick-punchers a mile off.
"Ow!" she says, twisting away from the impact. She looks down to see a small heavy object bouncing on the ground at their feet. Out in the street, an ancient taxi squeals21 its tires, getting the hell out of there. A peek22 is hanging out the rear window, shaking his fist at them. He must have thrown a rock at her.
Except it's not a rock. The heavy thing at her feet, the thing that just bounced off of Y.T.'s ribcage, is a hand grenade. She stares for a second, recognizing it, a well-known cartoon icon23 made real.
Then her feet get knocked out from under her, too fast really to hurt. And just when she's getting reoriented to that, there is a painfully loud bang from another part of the parking lot.
And then everything finally stops long enough to be seen and understood.
The Rat Thing has stopped. Which they never do. It's part of their mystery that you never get to see them, they move so fast. No one knows what they look like. No one except for Y.T. and Hiro, now.
It's bigger than she imagined. The body is Rottweiler-sized, segmented into overlapping24 hard plates like those of a rhinoceros25. The legs are long, curled way up to deliver power, like a cheetah's. It must be the tail that makes people refer to it as a Rat Thing, because that's the only ratlike part -- incredibly long and flexible. But it looks like a rat's tail with the flesh eaten away by acid, because it just consists of segments, hundreds of them neatly26 plugged together, like vertebrae.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Hiro says. And she knows, from that, that he's never seen one either.
Right now, the tail is coiled and piled around on top of the Rat Thing's body like a rope that has fallen out of a tree. Parts of it are trying to move, other parts of it look dead and inert27. The legs are moving one by one, spasmodically, not acting28 in concert. The whole thing just looks terribly wrong, like footage of an airplane that has had its tail blown off, trying to maneuver29 for a landing. Even someone who is not an engineer can see that it has gone all perverse30 and twisted.
The tail writhes31 and lashes32 like a snake, uncoils itself, rises up off the Rat Thing's body, gets out of the way of its legs. But still the legs have problems; it can't get itself up.
"Y.T.," Hiro is saying, "don't."
She does. One footstep at a time, she approaches the Rat Thing.
"It's dangerous, in case you hadn't noticed," Hiro says, following her a few paces behind. "They say it has biological components33."
"Biological components?"
"Animal parts. So it might be unpredictable."
She likes animals. She keeps walking.
She's seeing it better now. It's not all armor and muscle. A lot of it actually looks kind of flimsy. It has short stubby winglike things projecting from its body: A big one from each shoulder and a row of smaller ones down the length of its spine34, like on a stegosaurus. Her Knight35 Visions tell her that these things are hot enough to bake pizzas on. As she approaches, they seem to unfold and grow.
They are blooming like flowers in an educational film, spreading and unfolding to reveal a fine complicated internal structure that has been all collapsed36 together inside. Each stubby wing splits off into little miniature copies of itself, and each of those in turn splits off into more smaller copies and so on forever. The smallest ones are just tiny bits of foil, so small that, from a distance, the edges look fuzzy.
It is continuing to get hotter. The little wings are almost red hot now. Y.T. slides her goggles37 up onto her forehead and cups her hands around her face to block out the surrounding lights, and sure enough she can see them beginning to make a dull brownish glow, like an electric stove element that has just been turned on. The grass underneath39 the Rat Thing is beginning to smoke.
"Careful. Supposedly they have really nasty isotopes40 inside," Hiro says behind her. He has come up a little closer now, but he's still hanging way back.
"A radioactive substance that makes heat. That's its energy source."
"How do you turn it off?"
"You don't. It keeps making heat until it melts."
Y.T. is only a few feet away from the Rat Thing now, and she can feel the heat on her cheeks. The wings have unfolded as far as they can go. At their roots they are a bright yellow-orange, fading out through red and brown to their delicate edges, which are still dark. The acrid42 smoke of the burning grass obscures some of the details.
She thinks: The edges of the wings look like something I've seen before. They look like the thin metal vanes that run up the outside of a window air conditioner, the ones that you can write your name in by mashing43 them down with your finger.
Or like the radiator44 on a car. The fan blows air over the radiator to cool off the engine.
"It's got radiators45," she says. "The Rat Thing has got radiators to cool off." She's gathering46 intel right at this very moment.
But it's not cooling off. It's just getting hotter.
Y.T., surfs through traffic jams for a living. That's her economic niche47: beating the traffic. And she knows that a car doesn't boil over when it is speeding down an open freeway. It boils over when it is stopped in traffic. Because when it sits still, not enough air is being blown over the radiator.
That's what's happening to the Rat Thing right now. It has to keep moving, keep forcing air over its radiators, or else it overheats and melts down.
"Cool," she says. "I wonder if it's going to blow up or what."
The body converges48 to a sharp nose. In the front it bends down sharply, and there is a black glass canopy49, raked sharply like the windshield of a fighter plane. If the Rat Thing has eyes, this is where it looks out.
Under that, where the jaw50 should be are the remains51 of some kind of mechanical stuff that has been mostly blown off by the explosion of the grenade.
The black glass windshield -- or facemask, or whatever you call it -- has a hole blown through it. Big enough that Y.T. could put her hand through. On the other side of that hole, it's dark and she can't see much, especially so close to the bright orange glare coming from the radiators. But she can see that red stuff is coming out from inside. And it ain't no Dexron II. The Rat Thing is hurt and it's bleeding.
"This thing is real," she says. "It's got blood in its veins52?" She's thinking This is intel. This is intel. I can make money off this with my pardner -- my pod -- Hiro.
Then she thinks: The poor thing is burning itself alive.
"Don't do it. Don't touch it, Y.T.," Hiro says. She steps right up to it, flips53 her goggles down to protect her face from the heat. The Rat Thing's legs stop their spasmodic movements, as though waiting for her.
She bends down and grabs its front legs. They react, tightening54 their pushrod muscles against the pull of her hands. It's exactly like grabbing a dog by the front legs and asking it to dance. This thing is alive. It reacts to her. She knows.
She looks up at Hiro, just to make sure he's taking this all in. He is.
"Jerk!" she says. "I stick my neck out and say I want to be your partner, and you say you want to think about it? What's your problem, I'm not good enough to work with you?"
She leans back and begins dragging the Rat Thing backward across the Lawngrid. It's incredibly light. No wonder it can run so fast. She could pick it up, if she felt like burning herself alive. As she drags it backward toward the doggie door, it brands a blackened, smoking trail into the lawngrid. She can see steam rising up out of her coverall, old sweat and stuff boiling out of the fabric. She's small enough to fit through the doggie door -- another thing she can do and Hiro can't. Usually these things are locked, she's tried to mess with them. But this one is opened.
Inside, the franchise is bright, white, robot-polished floors. A few feet from the doggie door is what looks like a black washing machine. This is the Rat Thing's hutch, where it lurks55 in darkness and privacy, waiting for a job to do. It is wired into the franchise by a thick cable coming out of the wall. Right now, the hutch's door is hanging open, which is another thing she's never seen before. And steam is rolling out from inside of it.
Not steam. Cold stuff. Like when you open your freezer door on a humid day. She pushes the Rat Thing into its hutch. Some kind of cold liquid sprays out of all the walls and bursts into steam before it even reaches the Rat Thing's body, and the steam comes blasting out the front of the hutch so powerfully that it knocks her on her ass38.
The long tail is strung out the front of the hutch, across the floor, and out through the doggie door. She picks up part of it, the sharp machine-tooled edges of its vertebrae pinching her gloves.
Suddenly it tenses, comes alive, vibrates for a second. She jerks her hands back. The tail shoots back inside the hutch like a rubber band snapping. She can't even see it move. Then the hutch door slams shut. A janitor56 robot, a Hoover with a brain, hums out of another doorway57 to clean the long streaks58 of blood off the floor.
Above her, hanging on the foyer wall facing the main entrance, is a framed poster with a garland of well-browned jasmine blossoms hung around it. It consists of a photo of the wildly grinning Mr. Lee, with the usual statement underneath:
WELCOME!
It is my pleasure to welcome all quality folks to visiting of Hong Kong. Whether seriously in business or on a fun-loving hijink, make yourself totally homely59 in this meager60 environment. If any aspect is not utterly61 harmonious62, gratefully bring it to my notice and I shall strive to earn your satisfaction.
We of Greater Hong Kong take many prides in our tiny nation's extravagant63 growth. The ones who saw our isle64 as a morsel65 of Red China's pleasure have struck their faces in keen astonishment66 to see many great so-called powers of the olden guard reel in dismay before our leaping strides and charged-up hustling67, freewheeling idiom of high-tech68 personal accomplishment69 and betterment of all peoples. The potentials of all ethnic70 races and anthropologies to merge71 under a banner of the Three Principles to follow
1. Information, information, information! 2. Totally fair marketeering! 3. Strict ecology!
have been peerless in the history of economic strife72.
Who would disdain73 to live under this flowing banner? If you have not attained74 your Hong Kong citizenship75, apply for a passport now! In this month, the usual fee of HK$100 will be kindly76 neglected. Fill out a coupon77 (below) now. If coupons78 are lacking, dial 1-800-HONG KONG instantly to apply from the help of our wizened79 operators.
Mr. Lee's Greater Hong Kong is a private, wholly extraterritorial, sovereign, quasi-national entity80 not recognized by any other nationalities and in no way affiliated81 with the former Crown Colony of Hong Kong, which is part of the People's Republic of China. The People's Republic of China admits or accepts no responsibility for Mr. Lee, the Government of Greater Hong Kong, or any of the citizens thereof, or for any violations82 of local law, personal injury, or property damage occurring in territories, buildings, municipalities, institutions, or real estate owned, occupied, or claimed by Mr. Lee's Greater Hong Kong.
Join us instantly!
Your enterprising partner,
Mr. Lee
Back in his cool little house, SemiAutonomous Guard Unit #A-367 is howling.
Outside in the yard, it was very hot and he felt bad. Whenever he is out in the yard, he gets hot unless he keeps running. When he got hurt and had to lie down for a long time, he felt hotter than he had ever been before.
Now he doesn't feel hot anymore. But he is still hurt. He is howling his injured howl. He is telling all the neighbor doggies that he needs help. They feel sad and upset and repeat his howl and pass it along to all the rest of the doggies.
Soon he hears the vet83's car approaching. The nice vet will come and make him feel better.
He starts barking again. He is telling all the other doggies about how the bad strangers came and hurt him. And how hot it was out in the yard when he had to lie down. And how the nice girl helped him and took him back to his cool house.
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