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Wang-mu tried to reach for it, too, but immediately she came loose from the wall and started drifting. Intense nausea began immediately, as her body desperately searched for some direction that would serve as down.
"Think of the device as downward," said Peter urgently. "The device is down. You're falling toward the device."
She felt herself reorient. It helped. And as she drifted closer she was able to take hold of it and cling. She could only watch, grateful simply not to be vomiting, as Peter slowly, gently pushed the mass of the missile toward the floor. When they touched, the whole ship shuddered, for the mass of the missile was probably greater than the mass of the ship that now surrounded it.
"Okay?" Peter asked.
"I'm fine," said Wang-mu. Then she realized he had been talking to Jane, and his "okay" was part of that conversation.
"Jane is tracing the thing right now," said Peter. "She does it with the starships, too, before she ever takes them anywhere. It used to be analytical, by computer. Now her aiua sort of tours the inner structure of the thing. She couldn't do it till it was in solid contact with something she knew: the starship. Us. When she gets a sense of the inner shape of the thing, she can hold it together Outside."
"We're just going to take it there and leave it?" asked Wang-mu.
"No," said Peter. "It would either hold together and detonate, or it would break apart, and either way, who knows what the damage would be out there? How many little copies of it would wink into existence?"
"None at all," said Wang-mu. "It takes an intelligence to make something new."
"What do you think this thing is made of? Just like every bit of your body, just like every rock and tree and cloud, it's all aiuas, and there'll be other unconnected aiuas out there desperate to belong, to imitate, to grow. No, this thing is evil, and we're not taking it out there."
"Where are we taking it?"
"Home to meet its sender," said Peter. ***
Admiral Lands stood glumly alone on the bridge of his flagship. He knew that Causo would have spread the word by now-- the launch of the Little Doctor had been illegal, mutinous; the Old Man would be court-martialed or worse when they got back to civilization. No one spoke to him; no one dared look at him. And Lands knew that he would have to relieve himself of command and turn the ship over to Causo, as his X.O., and the fleet to his second-in-command, Admiral Fukuda. Causo's