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had flown a sufficient distance away, the end of the cable stopped whipping around wildly. Hal ran over
to the end, grabbed the cable and hauled it back toward Nero and his boxes.
Nero slipped the cable into place and locked the end down. Secure. I have contact.
Out by the edge of the city, the helicopter began its long, looping turn back toward us. It raced low over
the terrain, darting forward and side to side like a dragonfly. The tail on the helicopter whipped around,
pointed the craft s nose at us, then it came up and the chopper raced back toward our position.
On its back-trail I began to see movement. The whole city seemed to have awakened with pale and
almost corpselike creatures pouring out of the dark buildings. At that great a distance, I could not make
out details, but I knew what I was looking at. Thousands and thousands of creatures like Mickey began
to move inexorably toward us. I could see black patches on their bodies and knew that would be the
carbon-fiber armor that Mickey had beneath his flesh. The automatons coming toward us were bald and,
as nearly as I could make out, had a thumb, a forefinger and then no separation between or definition of
the other fingers on their hands meaning Pygmalion had decided that a thumb for grasping and a finger
for using a triggerwas more than sufficient for his warriors.
Worse than their appearance, which might have been considered elegant and economical in another
setting, I sensed an intense desire in them to provide pleasure for their master. I knew Pygmalion had
created them, and their desire to make him happy was backed by a miserable fear of failure. A low level
of anxiety built within the mob heading toward us, and it increased in tandem with a sense of expectation.
Joniak s Apache arrived back over us, and the drum spooled out another 40 feet of cable. The drum
stopped spinning to the right, then rotated back and forth a couple of times before a cutting device
severed the line. It dropped to the sand and the Apache brought itself up to an altitude of 100 feet before
turning toward the city.
Alpha, I have eight Hellfires. I can slow them down.
Negative, Merlin. Nail the cable and we re all done for.
Bat ran over with the other end of the cable and Nero Loring secured it. Locked down. He hit one
button on the computer keyboard,then smiled. On automatic.
I smiled at him,then felt the mood of the creatures coming toward us change. I looked back and saw the
vast majority of them had passed into the noose defined by the cable without molesting it. Their general
level of anxiety dropped sharply for all of four seconds, then began a steep climb back up. I knew they
were not smart enough to fear us, so that meant only one other possibility.
Pygmalion.
I had seen the diminutive Dark Lord inJapan , but he had not inspired fear in me at that time. In his own
proto-dimension, however, the sight of him made my mouth go dry. Small and highly childlike, he walked
through the air with a simple, almost casual gait that ate up tens of yards at a step. His approach brought
with it an intensity of emotion that mixed incredulity and annoyance into an acid that ate away at my
self-confidence and even my sense of self.
He stopped before us, hovering beneath the Apache, but its downdraft had no effect on him. He smiled,
almost graciously, and bowed his head in my direction. You seek to return to me Mickey and Jytte.How
kind. His head, which seemed too large for his body, wavered back and forth like that of a disappointed
parent. How incredibly stupid.
The Dark Lord s gaze swept over us,then he clucked to himself. To think I was once like you, so puny
and powerless.So imperfect.
And you are perfect? I laughed.
I am. His head turned sharply towardCrowley . And, no, that does not mean I am a perfect asshole.
And, yes, I can read your mind,Crowley . I am a Dark Lord who was once human, so unraveling what
you think is a complex cognitive network is but a moment s idle diversion for me.
Crowley s shadow body folded its arms across its chest. I take it then that ripping women and children
apart,then rebuilding them, is something more taxing.
Pygmalion laughed aloud, though it sounded forced to me. I bestow perfection upon those who need it.
Look at her, look at Jytte. When I found her she was nothing. She was more the battery running a
plethora of machines than she was a human being.
The Dark Lord ran his hand through the air, and a dust-devil sprang up. It sucked dirt in, coloring the
funnel black,then it condensed into a small cloud hovering in front of him. Like a magician attempting to
show no invisible wires or hidden supports, the Dark Lord waved his hands above and below the cloud.
He packed it tightly without touching it, creating a glob of blackness that glistened like molten glass.
The black blob remained in the air and began to undergo changes without Pygmalion s mimed input. It
slowly resolved itself into the form of an infant female with no legs and no arms, just feet and hands at her
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