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He could get to the Aerie right up to seven-thirty and still jump her to the clinic on time, but her professional clothes were all in the Stillwater condo.
She wasn't even sure she had clothes here. She ended up putting on one of Davy's flannel shirts and a pair of his jeans, which were tight in the crotch and thighs, and loose in the waist. She found a pair of her own running shoes and used Davy's socks. For a while she stared at the picture on the bedside table, a Polaroid of both of them taken at a restaurant in Tahiti. She remembered Davy's irritation at the flash. He hadn't hesitated to download it from the photographer.
He didn't like images of himself floating around. He was going to destroy it but Millie asked him to give it to her instead. Only her promise that she would keep it in the Aerie had won him over. There wasn't much in the propane refrigerator. She ate some Wheaties dry and drank two glasses of water. The ceramic water tank atop the refrigerator was only a quarter full when she checked the sight glass. Come on, Davy! This isn't like you. Seven-thirty came and went. She rehearsed speeches of anger and pounded the bed with a stick.
She read more. She paced. By midafternoon the anger had turned, like the worm, and she began to feel afraid. She was afraid for Davy. Only death or severe injury could keep him from her. No jail could hold him, no prison bars, though, she remembered, chaining him to something solid might do it—something he couldn't jump. They'd tried that experiment once, long ago, handcuffing him to a railing.
He'd nearly dislocated his shoulder. Old-fashioned manacles set in a wall would hold him nicely. She shuddered. A while later, she began to fear for herself. She went outside and walked to the end of the ledge, to the door set in a separate stone generator enclosure.
The emergency pack was in there, but it had been years since she'd even looked at it. She turned and looked out at the canyon. Looking south, she could see the rocky hills. It was twenty-eight miles of rough trail with no water to the trailhead at Sauceda Ranch headquarters. There was some cactus and sagebrush and surprising amounts of grama grasses, but certainly no trees this side of the Rio Grande.
Rocks cast the only shade. Well, at least it's not August.
The backpack held the emergency PLB, several sealed bottles of water, survival rations, a light sleeping bag, a signal mirror and flares, and a plastic bag containing five thousand dollars in hundreds and twenties.
The bag next to it held eighty meters of eleven-millimeter climbing rope, a seat harness, and carabiners with brake bars. She took them back into the house. Tomorrow morning, if he hasn't returned He hadn't. Dammit, Davy, you are a great deal of trouble! She drank most of the remaining water in the ceramic cistern, then dressed in Davy's jeans and shirt, and a pair of his underwear.
When she stepped outside it was cold, the ledge still deep in shadow, and her breath fogged around her, but she knew that would change rapidly as the sun rose higher.
She pursed her lips, then ducked back inside and took the photo from the bedside table, putting it in her back pocket. Outside again, she shut the door carefully, making sure the latch engaged, then dragged the rope bag over to the anchor bolt and ring. Davy had set it into a crack in the ledge with a sledgehammer, then anchored it further with concrete.
She put on the seat harness and closed the front with the base carabiner, then used a double bowline to secure one end of the rope to the ring. She tugged on it.
Solid as the last time she used it, in the first years of their marriage. They used to practice the descent twice a year, as a precaution, but she hadn't done it in over five years.
There were more cracks in the rock around the concrete and she tugged several more times to be sure the bolt was still solidly anchored. She put the pack on the end of the rope and lowered it, hand over hand, seeing the excess rope coil reassuringly on the loose talus slope at the bottom of the cliff.
She didn't have to worry about running out of rope. An odd tingle went through her, almost pleasurable, and she wondered if it was fear.
Am I that jaded?
She examined it more closely and realized what she was feeling was satisfaction. After all, for the first time in a long time, she was having to do something without Davy, something difficult, even dangerous, and he wasn't there to buffer her from the discomfort and effort.
Well, one good thing comes from this. She threaded the rope through the 'biners and snapped the brake bars closed, then took up the trailing end and brought it behind her, running it across the back of her thighs before coming back to her gloved hand. She backed toward the edge, letting the rope out slowly. She contemplated the long hike in front of her, the fact that her ID was in Oklahoma and she couldn't fly without it, or rent a car, and she'd have to take the bus.
She thought about walking a minimal distance away from the Aerie and setting off the PLB, but gritted her teeth. Not yet. She reached the edge and sighed, letting some more rope out and dropping over the edge.
She started down with small jumps, then swore as the rope crumbled a bit of the edge, showering her with gravel and a nasty piece of limestone that caromed off her shin. Sand drifted into her eyes, causing her to blink in the morning sunlight. Oh, great! She couldn't help picturing the condo, cluttered, friendly, sand-free, with her clothing, her wallet, and a fridge with milk in it.
Davy Rice, you're a real pain-in-the—Above her, there was the sound of grinding rock, and then a sharp crack. The rope went slack and she dropped backwards, watching, in horror, as the bolt and a partial plug of concrete, still tied to the end of the rope, came flying over the edge. She dropped like a stone, still a hundred and seventy feet above the rocks below, her arms and feet flailing. The cold air cut past her ears and the adrenaline stabbed into her chest like a sword. Oh, God, ohgod, ohgodohgodohgod— She crouched in the small living room of the condo in Stillwater, a pile of rope draped across her knees and feet.
The heavy bolt and ring, with a small collar of concrete, dropped to the carpet at her side with a thud. That was the first time. She stopped screaming, hadn't realized she'd started, but her voice cut off into choking sobs.
She sat back from the crouch, banging into the glass top of the coffee table and spilling a pile of books across the carpet. She tried to rub her back where she'd struck the table edge. It stung—she'd scraped skin. The trouble with being a trained psychologist is that when you experience something unreal, you consider the chance that you are experiencing a psychotic break. Well, at least I know it's possible.
At what point do you let them struggle with their own problems and come up with their own answers? In a way, it goes back to me as a teenage boy—I think I was fourteen years old—watching on this four-inch black-and-white television in my kitchen in Honolulu as Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. The desire for space travel has definitely influenced the very last book.
I have to say that Canadian Commander Chris Hadfield deeply influenced that book in a way. He was actually our guest on episode Obviously, any astronaut who makes it into space—and the guys who stay for months on the International Space Station—are all phenomenal people, but the way he showed the expression of some form of art in space travel, engaging the public on social media about science and the dreams and aspirations of exploration; the music bit and the famous Shatner tweets.
Absolutely amazing. Do you want to talk about that? And why is it called Exo? I thought maybe it had to do with Exo-suit or something, because the character Cent in the book is starting to use her teleportation power to try and get higher and higher into the sky and she gets to the point where she starts needing a high-altitude suit to keep her safe. And she does. They have issues with the corporation that is trying to get them.
I can really imagine kids reading this book and getting interested in being astronauts or space scientists; things like that.
That would please me more than anything. Going all the way back to those Heinlein juveniles, this is definitely a response as well to Have Space Suit—Will Travel. Of course, in that book all the bad guys are out in space, but still. I was hired to both be in the room while we worked on the plots for the next three Avatar films, and then I am currently working on writing corresponding books for the four movies, which includes the first movie, which has never been made into a novel.
I would say we all had input. Without a doubt, Cameron had this skeleton of the overarching idea for these movies that was in place ahead of it, but we all helped to fill that out. I can say that there are twelve people who have walked on the moon; there are only three who have been to the bottom of the Challenger Deep, and one of those was James Cameron. Your novel Jumper was turned into a movie, and we had some people who wanted me to ask you about that.
It was not an adaptation after fifteen minutes or so; they go off in places that were not in the book at all. They still incorporated elements from Jumper, but they wanted multiple Jumpers and these Paladins who hunt down and kill Jumpers, but I think they cut their story too short. If you watch the deleted scenes that are on the DVD, they are all character development—the sort of stuff we writers complain about all the time in movies.
I think you could still make an interesting Jumper movie or series, but I think it would have to be more of a mini-series instead of a feature film. You actually wrote a whole novel detailing the character development for the character Griffin from the movie.
Tell us about that experience. It was interesting, because I had to send those chapters out to one of the executive producers, a woman named Stacy Maes—a very nice woman—who would verify whether or not I was going in places that were explicitly contradicted by the movie.
I had seen all five scripts, so I knew roughly where they were going before they started filming, but then they started making decisions as they were going along.
It did change the shape of the book to a certain extent. I heard some great stories about the filming. I also heard an interesting story about Hayden Christensen. But if you call? Did you think about that at all? Or is that something you dealt with at all writing the Griffin story? It was not in the actual script, but there was a treatment that talked about the background of the Paladins that maintained that Napoleon had a Jumper working for him who would take orders to his various generals so that he was able to respond so much faster in all the battles, and this is one of the reasons for his domination of Europe.
Unless for some reason we bring in another Jumper or some sort of record that shows there have been Jumpers elsewhere. And if it comes from some place, where is that? I certainly did a lot of research, but the suit itself is a mechanical counter-pressure suit.
When you have a mechanical counter-pressure suit, you can cool yourself just like you do on Earth, by sweating. They were seriously examining this, trying to solve this particular problem, especially when they get to the point where they want to put people on Mars, because our current suits are so heavy. Obviously outer space plays a huge role in this book and there is certainly stuff towards the end that suggests a direction that future books might go in, in terms of even more outer space.
The question is, what is the story you tell there? And I have to think about that. Right now, I have these other books to do for Lightstorm. Are these the Avatar books? And I want to write the sequel to 7th Sigma, my little metal robot bugs eating all the metal in the American southwest.
How did you come to put that little reference in there? It could go in many places. Wired is great. They are in that area where technology is impacting our lives in a big way. Speaking of technology changing our lives, we did have a question from Jaycel Adkins.
My personal opinion on that is that writers write; professional writers get paid for what they write. By the time this comes out, I will say that we will have voted to put the question to the board before November 1st, putting up what we believe should be the qualifications for those memberships, and what changes we need to make to our bylaws to allow that.
Then we will have the membership vote. Any announcements you want to make? We have some issues involving attitudes that are outdated, that we have been unduly supporting because of our inclusion of those attitudes in our official publications. What should matter is that they are writing professionally, and they should not be made unwelcome by the sort of stuff we put into the official avenues of communication.
You want to talk about that? Cory Matoska is a real person who lives in Lubbock. We are already seeing lots of people of color in conventions, but nowhere near in numbers that represent the rest of American society. As I said in the acknowledgments, I think of that character as a tribute to both of them. I also wanted to ask you about this: It says in your bio that in , you traveled to Qatar to talk about writing science fiction.
Can you talk about that? Education City is ten campuses of international schools, meaning schools from all over the world have put a sub-campus in this Education City in Doha that usually covers the thing they are best known for. What is the science fiction writing scene like in Qatar? Are there books being produced there? What I do know is it is science fiction.
Qatar is currently the richest country in the world per capita because of this massive natural gas reservoir under there, with a little bit of it under Iran.
They are desalinating their water and air-conditioning massively.
It is an incredibly classist society; you have only two hundred and thirty thousand Qatari, actual citizens, and over a million and a half people in the country, where the other two million plus are employees, essentially. Thirty years ago, possibly fifty, this was a nation of nomadic camel raisers and pearl divers.