“Well. You have the floor now. What do you want to say?”
The Partial said nothing.
“Why were you in Manhattan?” asked Delarosa. She waited, but the Partial didn’t respond. She waited a moment longer, then spoke again. “You were part of an armed strike team making a temporary camp only miles from our border. What was your mission?”
The Partial remained perfectly silent.
“Why now?” continued Delarosa. “After six months of brutal rebellion and eleven years of complete absence—why are you back again?”
“Just kill it,” said Senator Weist. “We should never have brought it here to begin with.”
“Study it,” said Kira suddenly. She stood up, feeling all eyes on her again. This was her last chance—with the Partial refusing to talk, they’d lost what little reason they’d had to keep it alive. It would be dead in minutes. She had to make them see; she had to convince them not to throw this opportunity away. “Going out on our own was dumb, and there’s a million ways it could have gone wrong, and probably a million ways it could still go wrong, but look at what we’ve got: a live Partial, right there, just waiting to be studied. Punish us if you want—kill us if you want us killed—but somebody, please take advantage of this opportunity and study it. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong—that’s okay, the damage has already been done. But if I’m right, we can cure RM and finally start putting our society back together again. No more RM, no more Hope Act, no more Voice or armed rebellions—a unified society with a chance at a future.”
The senators stared at her a moment; then Delarosa called them together and they leaned in closely, whispering softly among themselves. Kira strained to listen, but couldn’t make it out. Every now and then one of them stole a glance at the Partial.
“That was good,” Isolde whispered. “I just hope it works. They keep staring at you, though, and that’s making me nervous.”
“Wait,” said Kira, “at me? I thought they were looking at the Partial.”
“Now and then,” said Isolde, “but mostly you. I don’t know what that means.”
The senators conferred a moment longer, and Kira could see that yes, their furtive glances across the room were looking past the Partial and straight at her. She swallowed nervously, wondering what punishment they were going to give her. Finally they leaned back, silent, and Senator Hobb rose.
“The Senate has reached a decision,” he said. “We have become convinced of the necessity for study: The Partials are immune to RM, and if we can discover the secrets behind that immunity, we may finally be able to find a cure. This Partial’s body may be the key to our survival, and it doesn’t appear to present any immediate threat when restrained and sedated.” He glanced at Dr. Skousen, straightened, and spoke in a loud, clear voice. “We are moving the Partial to a secure facility in the hospital, confidentially and under guard, where it may be studied and analyzed in detail. After five days, it will be dismantled and disposed of. As for the study, it will be conducted by you, Ms. Walker.” He looked at Kira; she was too stunned to read his expression. “You have five days. Use them well.”
Kira spluttered, still trying to process the information. “You mean I’m not arrested or . . . you’re giving me the body? You’re going to let me do my tests?”
“Not just the body,” said Dr. Skousen. “You can conduct better tests if it’s alive.”
“It doesn’t make sense,” said Xochi. “My mother hates Partials—she would have killed that thing with her bare hands if they’d let her get close to it. Why do they want it alive?”
“Keep it down,” said Kira. She glanced out the window again, peering through a small gap in the shades. “If anyone hears you—if anyone even finds out that we told you—there’s going to be some serious hell to pay.”
“Mkele probably wants to try to interrogate it,” said Jayden. He and Haru started their sentences in hard labor the next morning, but the Senate had given them the night to gather their things. Haru was at home with Madison, but Jayden had come to Nandita’s place. Nandita was gone, off on another herb-collecting trip; Kira shuddered to think of the explaining she’d have to do when Nandita got back. She could take insults from people she hated, but it was the disappointment from someone she loved that always broke her down. She started tearing up just thinking about it and forced herself to think of something else.
“I think you may be forgetting a key fact here,” said Isolde. “Apparently Partials are smoking hot. If you’d have told me that before you left, I would have gone to Manhattan with you.”
“Come on, Isolde, that’s gross.” Kira grimaced.
“You saw it, same as I did,” said Isolde. “That thing is an Adonis. Do something for me: When you get to spend your five days alone with that genetic perfection, try to find time for a close physical examination. Just for me.”
“It’s not even human,” said Jayden.
“In what sense?” asked Isolde, continuing to bait him. “It’s got all the right parts in all the right places. If this is what ParaGen was going for when they started making artificial people, now I’m even sadder that it went nuts and tried to kill us.”
“The questions in this hearing were nothing,” said Jayden, finally deciding to ignore her. “All slow-pitch softball. Tonight they’re going to put it in a subbasement somewhere, torture it, and learn everything they can. A night with some Grid soldiers in a soundproof room will take the fight right out of it.”
“Now you’re really turning me on,” said Isolde.
“Shut up,” said Jayden, and Xochi laughed.
“But why do they want me in charge?” asked Kira. “There are researchers with more experience than me, there are more skilled lab techs, there are—”
“I know,” said Xochi. “Anybody in that hospital would be better for this than you. No offense.”
“None taken,” said Kira. “That’s what I’ve been saying all night.”
“Right,” said Xochi. “So think about it: Why put your most junior student in charge of something that important unless you want to guarantee that it’ll go wrong? Or to use her as a scapegoat when the whole thing blows up in their faces?”
“I’m sure there’s a better reason than that,” Kira said, though at heart she wasn’t sure at all. She looked out the window again, scanning the dark street. Nothing.
“I don’t think he’s coming,” said Xochi.
Kira turned back quickly. “What? No, I was just . . . looking at the trees. At the open street that isn’t teeming with panthers and poison ivy.”
“The world across the line was pretty different,” said Jayden, nodding. “I don’t know how to describe it.”
“It’s because there weren’t any people,” said Isolde. “Manhattan’s gone more
