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Robert F. Young. Deluge II

Deluge II

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Deluge II

by Robert F. Young

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Washed and dressed, her hair aligned in a cosmetically correct coiffeur; her crude manners disciplined to conform to the conventions of mid-twenty-sixth century society? He pictured himself showing up at the forthcoming mayoral ball in Old York with her on his arm, and he found the picture thrilling—so thrilling, in fact, that when the girl’s eyes fluttered open, his heart began to pound and blood throbbed thickly in his temples.

The eyes were a deep cold blue. Loathing leaped into them the second she saw him. He directed the muzzle of the rifle at the center of her forehead. “Get up,” he said. Grudgingly she complied. He got a nylon snare-net out of the platform locker, dropped it over her upper body and secured it. He shoved her toward the platform. “Get on.” She whirled, blue eyes diamond-bright with fury. “Don’t touch me!” He drew back his hand to slap her face, but it was an empty gesture and he knew it. He was incapable of hitting anyone, Anton Burke was, and an apartheid savage was no exception. Self-contempt suffused him. “Get on,” he repeated.

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