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âFloatinâ!â said Stahn when Babs uvvied everyone the pattern of the tree overlaid with the four alla cubes. But then he paused. âWhat if it falls over? Then we lose our house as well. We end up with nothing.â
âWe could alla-make a new house if it came to that,â said Wendy. âIâve been thinking of all sorts of improvements.â
âI want a real house, not a realware house,â insisted Stahn.
âBut just think,â said Wendy teasingly. âIf it falls, maybe itâll reach clear across the street and crush the Joneses!â
âYaaar,â said Stahn. âTree good, house bad.â
âItâs not going to fall,â insisted Babs. âLike I said, Randy and I made a bunch of big palm trees from two pieces each. If two pieces work, so will four. Now, Da, you make the roots and the bottom of the trunk, Ma can make the next piece, Randy will do the piece above that, and Iâm going to make the top. Oh, and we better wear earplugs.â
They placed themselves in four different corners of the backyard, made themselves earplugs, and carefully aligned their alla control meshes.
âHold on a minute,â said Babs, and privately readjusted the design of her section. âOkay, now Iâm set. On three. Letâs count together.â
âOne, twoâactualize!â said the four.
_Ka-whooomp! _The ground beneath their feet shuddered, filling up with the roots. Jones across the street shouted in surprise at the noise. Above them towered 120 feet of fluted trunk, garlanded with swaying branches whose needles shivered in the breeze. But thenâ
âItâs falling!â screamed Stahn, streaking across the yard. âRun!â
From across the street Jones echoed Stahnâs shriek. Frantically Babs stared upward, projecting her largest cubical alla control mesh, ready to convert the tumbling behemoth into air before it crushed her. The tree was so big that it was too late to run. Butâ
The tree wasnât falling.
âApril fool,â said Stahn, his long smile an icon of utter delight. âGotcha.â
âPhew,â said Randy, with a loose grin. âWhat a lift.â
âZerk,â said Wendy, poking Stahn. âWeâre not always this hard to be around, Randy.â
âHey, Iâm havinâ a good taaahm. But what are those holes up in the top?â
Stahn glanced up, worried. âDonât tell me thereâs somethingââ
âI put a room inside it,â said Babs. âJust like in that book we read when I was little. I put a nice room with a door and three windows. And a deck.â
_âThe Little Fur Family,â _remembered Wendy. âHow sweet.â
âIs it strong enough, hollowed out like that?â wondered Stahn.
âSure,â said Babs. âRedwoods have hollow spots in them all the time.â
âHow do we get up there?â was Stahnâs next question.
âAnemone boots and Spider-Man gloves,â said Randy, quick as a flash. âMe and Babs found âem when we wanted to climb our palm trees. Iâll show you in the alla catalog. They used to be made by a company named Modern Rocks out to Colorado. Guess they outta business nowâlike all the other folks with goodies in the alla catalogs.â
Stahn alla-made himself a set of the bulbous yellow plastic boots and gloves. âStuzzadelic! I never would have bought them.â
âSee, heâs finally getting the picture,â said Babs. âWith an alla you get all the wavy stuff youâd never buy. And then you turn it back into air. Consumerism isnât wasteful anymore.â She and Randy made themselves Spider-Man gloves and anemone boots as well. âIâll go first. Watch how I do it, Da.â Babs stared at the first branch she wanted to get to, then spread the fingers of her right hand. Her Spider-Man glove shot out a thick, sticky rope of imipolexâa bit like a frogâs tongue. The glove had a DIM linking it to Babsâs uvvy, and it knew to shoot its tongue at whatever Babs was staring at. Now Babs relaxed her fingers. This gesture told the strand of imipolex to slowly contract, pulling her up. Meanwhile the toes of her anemone boots had split into a zillion pseudopods that walked their way along the bark like the legs of a millipede, preventing too much strain on Babsâs arm, as well as ruling out any chance of her being yanked around uncontrollably. Babs smiled down from the first branch, securely anchored by her anemone boots. âCome on, Da, itâs easy.â
âIâm supposed to do this every time I want to visit my lookout?â
âYou can figure out an easier way if you like. Thatâs the fun of having an alla. It lets you try all sorts of new things, and if something doesnât work, you get rid of it.â
âOr you pile it in your yard like the Joneses.â
âSooner or later theyâll realize they donât have to hoard. Matter doesnât matter anymore.â
Stahn shot up a tongue of imipolex with each hand, and gingerly hauled his way up to stand beside her. âThis is easier than it looks. Thanks, Babs.â
Now Randy climbed up to join them. Babs took off fast, closely followed by Randy, the two of them scampering up the tree like a pair of squirrels. _Splat _kick kick, _splat _kick kick. What fun! Babs could see Stahn far below them, creeping along. And Wendy? There she was, swooping around the tree like a sea gull. Sheâd unfurled her Happy Cloak into a huge set of wings. She reached the top before Babs and Randy.
âOh, this is beautiful,â she called down. âThereâs a cute, round room.â
The trunk was about ten feet across up here. The room was carved right into the living heartwood of the tree, with two polished bucket seats, three little porthole windows, and an arched door. The widest part of the floor was maybe five feet across. A plump burl of the redwood bulged out to make a deck in front of the door, with four more seats carved into it. Once they were all up top, they tried out everything, and then Ma and Da sat on the deck, while Babs and Randy sat cozily in the little room.
âThis view kicks ass!â exulted Stahn. âI can see the whole city and both bridges! I can even see the Farallon Islands!â He leaned over, chuckling with satisfaction. âJones looks like a bewildered gopher. Should I give him the finger? Alla down a bucket of piss?â
âDonât goad him,â said Wendy. âHe might turn us all into air. Thatâs been happening quite a bit, you know. I hear thereâs been too many killings for the Gimmie to even keep track of. And not everyoneâs been able to get recorporated.â
Stahn winced at the thought. âYouâre right. I have to be nice to Jones. Maybe I could convince him to replace his tower with a tree. This is where itâs at, no lie. Is it stuzzy in that room, Babs?â
âYou want to trade places?â
âNo no, the cozy nook should be for the lovers. Ma and I can try it when youâre gone. Hey, Wendy, can you viz letting me bone you up here? Tarzan and Jane. But our feet would stick out of the door.â
âYou could alla-carve bigger rooms lower down in the tree,â said Babs equably. She was accustomed to her fatherâs gaucherie. Maybe that was why she was so comfortable with Randy. Babs patted Randyâs hand, and he smiled at her. The redwood room had a nice, fresh fragrance. Tendrils of late afternoon fog were drifting by.
âWe could live in a tree like this, Babs,â murmured Randy. âMaybe we oughta put one up by your warehouse. Or once I get my consulting business goinâ I can buy us some land down in the Santa Cruz Mountains and we can live in a tree out there.â
âWhat kind of consulting do you want to do, Randy?â asked Wendy. Her hearing was preternaturally sharp.
âNose much, Ma?â said Babs, implicitly daring her mother to ask the question that was really on her mind.
âAnd youâre planning to live together? Thatâs nice⊠â Wendyâs voice trailed off, begging for more information.
âWeâre engaged,â said Babs, finally springing her news. âWeâre going to have a double wedding with Yoke and Phil on the first of June.â
Randy, May 1
To Randyâs reliefâand slight surpriseâBabsâs parents gave his marriage proposal their blessing. He settled in at Babsâs, waiting for the big day and working on some projects with the others. It seemed important to try and do good things with the allas, all the more so because the world news was bad. Savage conventional wars had broken out in Africa, Central America, Quebec, and the Balkans. There was sporadic gang fighting in parts of the U.S. too, mostly near Boston, Dallas, Atlanta, and Los Angeles. Needless to say, there were almost no women doing it, and the moldies were staying pretty well out of the fray as well. It was just men fighting men. Everyone had all the food and shelter they wanted, so there was no logical reason to fightâbut men were doing it anyway, using all the great new weapons they could alla up for themselves.
It turned out that Phil was rightâthe allas wouldnât undo the ordinary kinds of deaths. If someone shot you or blew you up, your alla wouldnât save you. The alla recorporation feature was indeed designed only to undo any killings that had been done by an alla itself. Even so, there were men who used the allas to make themselves weapons so they could beat and rape and torture and kill at will, growing more cruel and brutal every day. The killers were killing each other off, but still there seemed to be no shortage of them. And the innocent were dying as well. The only thing keeping the wars down was that the Metamartiansâ flying saucer kept appearing at the goriest battle scenes. First the saucer would call for peace, and then it would beam down rays to destroy everyoneâs weapons, and if the men still kept on fighting, the saucer would incinerate them. But the Metamartians couldnât be everywhere.
Babs was in a frantically creative mode, as if trying to prove it hadnât been a mistake to distribute the allas. In mid-April, Theodore helped her put on a show at the Asiz Gallery. Theodore was being a good sport about losing Babs, which surprised Randy, who kept expecting some Kentucky-style sneak attack from the guy: a stolen vehicle, a midnight beating, an arson fire, a tip-off to the Gimmie. But it never came. Instead Theodore got Babs gallery space and wrote a great little catalog for her. Randy was unable to comprehend such behavior.
Babsâs show was called âRealware Worms,â and it featured twenty of her worm-farms. Some were the ones sheâd been making before she got the alla: mazes of plastic tubing filled with soil and a mixture of real and imipolex DIM worms. Just to play with the categories a little, Babs had also made some new versions of these, using alla-made realware biological worms in place of âwildâ biological worms. In addition, sheâd alla-made a half-dozen large transparent shapes filled solid with writhing DIM worms. There were cubes of plastic worms, some big doughnut shapes, and even a mounting, squiggly spiral like a moonshinerâs âworm coilâ condenser. That last one had been Randyâs suggestion, he was proud to
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