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 “They drivin’ any of them cars in?”
She watched. Shook her head. “Nope. Walk right by as if they didn’t see them. You figure them cars got juice?”
Sam took the glasses and looked. “They’s bottle era. Could be.” Sam knew cars. There were archive cubes you could trade at the town markets, going back a hundred years or more to when cars still ran on fossil fuels. That and guns was Sam’s passions.
“If I could get in there,” Taxi said, “I could have one of them bottles out in five minutes.”
“Oh no you don’t.”
“Up and running, back in an hour.”
“No, I ain’t losing you.”
“We got no choice, Sam. Stay here, we get eaten by half the zoo shit that’s running wild the past fifty years. If not that, we’re gonna run into our own kind and chances are, just like cats, they won’t like us on their territory, or they’ll want what we got and leave us to feed the carrion birds.”
“Damn!” He made a fist and showed his teeth in the late reddish sunlight. His skin had a copper glow.
They strung fine wire around and around the boulders and tied the end to a compact battery. It wouldn’t help much, having charged all day in sunlight and packing a couple thousand volts for a one-time discharge. Might be enough to startle a surprise visitor in the night, give them time to wake up and kill him or it before vice versa could be true.
It got cold after dark and they snuggled in the blankets. In the moonless night, a long splatter of stars gloried the clear black upper sky. “Like the freckles on your face,” Sam whispered and she giggled. The lower sky was hazy with ocean clouds. They watched for a while, as the houses in the compound below glowed with window light, and then quite suddenly most of the lights went out about two hours after dark. Taxi thought she heard the distant whinny of horses. She almost dug out the binoculars, for she heard what sounded like a large bird flapping its wings.
The night had other noises too, but she tuned in to Sam. He was breathing hard and letting her know he wanted her. She ran her hand over his face, careful not to scratch him with the small claws growing out of each wrist. There was animal in both of them, she knew, a little sadly, and that was true of most people nowadays. With Sam it was a matter of the stiff hair along his spine. Dog, she thought. With her she was pretty sure it was cat. Not enough to make them inhuman, except by purist standards. The saddaming had been bad enough, but it had just killed much of the world’s population. The gene experiments had been done in the labs of respectable companies in countries that claimed to know better. Now the countries and the laboratories were gone, and mankind was socially back in the dark ages and technologically sprawled along a road that stretched from the1800’s to the 2000’s. Taxi had taught herself to read, and she had archive cubes in her personal kit, all about that stuff.
She played with Sam, rubbing his nipples as he worked hers gently between his teeth. She was glad she pleased him. Although kind of butch, and kind of thin, she had a little extra padding in the butt and her breasts were a little full for her height (5’ 4” to Sam’s 5’ 11”). He rolled on top. When she was ready, she ran her hands down his smooth, muscular, sparse frame. She reached around his waist and pulled him toward her. He slid into her easily, because she was wet and ready. She cupped his buttocks and helped him rock. Each thrust was like the surge of a river, filling her with good flood. They shuddered together, wringing the last squeezes out of their passion. He collapsed on her, gasping gratefully, rolled by her side, and kissed her ears lovingly. She held him in both arms and they went to sleep, first he, then she, winking out like two stars, one, then the other.
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