Forget Me Nearly Part 5

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Forget Me Nearly is a Webnovel created by Floyd L. Wallace.
This lightnovel is currently completed.

Late in the afternoon, he headed toward the center of town. He was riding the belt when he saw Luise coming out of a tall office building.

He hopped off and let her pa.s.s, boarding it again and following her at a distance. As soon as they were out of the business district, he began to edge closer.

A few blocks from the Shelter she got off the belt and waited, turning around and smiling directly at him. In the interim her att.i.tude toward him had changed, evidently–for the better, as far as he was concerned. He couldn’t ignore her and didn’t want to. He stepped off the belt.

“h.e.l.lo,” she said. “I think you were following me.”

“I was. Do you mind?”

“I guess I don’t.” She walked along with him. “Others followed me, but I discouraged them.”

She was worth following, but it was not that which was strange. Now she seemed composed and extraordinarily friendly, a complete reversal from last night. Had she learned something during the day which changed her opinion of him? He hoped she had.

She stopped at the edge of the Shelter area. “Do you live here?”

Learned something? She seemed to have forgotten.

He nodded.

“For the same reason?”

His throat tightened. He had told her all that last night. Couldn’t she remember?

“Yes,” he said.

“I thought so. That’s why I didn’t mind your following me.”

Here was the attraction factor that Borgenese had spoken of; it was functioning again, for which he was grateful. But still, why? And why didn’t she remember last night?

They walked on until she came to her dwelling. She paused at the door.

“I have a feeling I should know who you are, but I just can’t recall.

Isn’t that terrible?”

It was–frightening. Her ident.i.ty was apparently incompletely established; it kept slipping backward to a time she hadn’t met him.

He couldn’t build anything enduring on that; each meeting with her would begin as if nothing had happened before.

Would the same be true of him?

He looked at her. The torn dress hadn’t been repaired, as he’d thought at first; it had been replaced by the robots that came out of the wall at night. They’d done a good job fitting her, but with her body that was easy.

It was frightening and it wasn’t. At least this time he didn’t have a handicap. He opened his mouth to tell her his name, and then closed it. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again. “I haven’t decided on a name,” he said.

“It was that way with me too.” She gazed at him and he could feel his insides sloshing around. “Well, man with no name, do you want to come in? We can have dinner together.”

He entered. But dinner was late that night. He had known it would be.

In the morning light, he sat up and put his hand on her. She smiled in her sleep and squirmed closer. There were compensations for being n.o.body, he supposed, and this was one of them. He got up quietly and dressed without waking her. There were a number of things he wanted to discuss, but somehow there hadn’t been time last night. He would have to talk to her later today.

He slipped out of the house and went across the court into his own.

The screen he had ripped apart had been repaired and put back in place. A voice chimed out as he entered: “A call came while you were gone.”

“Let’s have it.”

The voice descended the scale and became that of the store manager.

“The gun you brought in was sold six months ago to Dorn Starret, resident of Ceres and proprietor of a small gallium mine there. That’s all the information on record. I trust it will be satisfactory.”

Luis sat down. It was. He could trace the man or have him traced, though the last might not be necessary.

The name meant something to him–just what he couldn’t say. Dorn Starret, owner of a gallium mine on Ceres. The mine might or might not be of consequence; gallium was used in a number of industrial processes, but beyond that was not particularly valuable.

He closed his eyes to concentrate. The name slid into vacant nerve cells that were responsive; slowly a picture formed, nebulous and incomplete at first. There was a mouth and then there were eyes, each feature bringing others into focus, unfolding as a germ cell divides and grows, calling into existence an entire creature. The picture was nearly complete.

Still with eyes closed, he looked at the man he remembered. Dorn Starret, five-eleven, one hundred and ninety, flesh that had once been muscular and firm. Age, thirty-seven; black hair that was beginning to recede from his forehead. The face was harder to define–strong, though slightly hard, it was perhaps good looking. It was the eyes which were at fault, Luis decided–glinting often–and there were lines on the face that ought not to be there.

There was another thing that set the man apart. Not clothing; that was conventional, though better than average. Luis stared into his memory until he was able to see it. _Unquestionably the man was left-handed._ The picture was too clear to permit a mistake on that detail.

He knew the man, had seen him often. How and in what context? He waited, but nothing else came.

Luis opened his eyes. He would recognize the man if he ever saw him.

This was the man who owned the gun, presumably had shot him with it, and then had hidden it here in this room.

He thought about it vainly. By itself, the name couldn’t take him back through all past a.s.sociations with the man, so he pa.s.sed from the man to Ceres. Here he was better equipped; re-education tapes had replaced his former knowledge of the subject.

The asteroid belt was not rigidly policed; if there was a place in the System in which legal niceties were not strictly observed, it was there. What could he deduce from that? Nothing perhaps; there were many people living in the belt who were engaged in legitimate work: miners, prospectors, scientific investigators. But with rising excitement, he realized that Dorn Starret was not one of these.

He was a criminal. The gallium mine was merely an attempt to cover himself with respectability. How did Luis know that? He wasn’t sure; his thought processes were hidden and erratic; but he knew.

Dorn Starret was a criminal–but the information wasn’t completely satisfactory. What had caused the man to retrogress Luis and Luise Obispo? That still had to be determined.

But it did suggest this: as a habitual criminal, the man was more than ordinarily dangerous.

Luis sat there a while longer, but he had recalled everything that would come out of the original stimulus. If he wanted more, he would have to dig up other facts or make further contacts. But at least it wasn’t hopeless–even without the police, he had learned this much.

He went over the room thoroughly once more. If there was anything hidden, he couldn’t find it.

He crossed the court to Luise’s dwelling. She was gone, but there was a note on the table. He picked it up and read it:

_Dear man with no name:_

_I suppose you were here last night, though I’m so mixed up I can’t be sure; there’s so little of memory or reality to base anything on. I wanted to talk to you before I left but I guess, like me, you’re out investigating._

_There’s always a danger that neither of us will like what we find. What if I’m married to another person and the same with you? Suppose … but there are countless suppositions–these are the risks we take. It’s intolerable not to know who I am, especially since the knowledge is so close. But of course you know that._

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