During Ezr's off-Watch, Benny had added to the Watch Chart. Now it showed the current Spider date, in Trixia's notation: 60//21. The twenty-first year of the current Spider "generation," which was the sixtieth sun-cycle since the founding of some dynasty or other. There was an old Qeng Ho saying, "You know you've stayed too long when you start using the locals' calendar." 60//21. Twenty-one years since the Relight, since Jimmy and the others had died. After the generation and year number, there were the day number and the time in Ladille "hours" and "minutes," a base-sixty system that the translators had never bothered to rationalize. And now everyone who came to the bar could read those times as easily as they could read a Qeng Ho chron. They knew to the second when Trixia's show would begin.
Trixia's show.Ezr ground his teeth hard together. A public slave show, and the worst of it was that no one seemed to care.Bit by bit, we arebecoming Emergents.
Jau Xin and Rita Liao and half a dozen other couples—two of them Qeng Ho—were clustered around their usual tables, babbling about what might happen today. Ezr sat at the periphery of the group, fascinated and repelled. Nowadays, even some of the Emergents were his friends. Jau Xin, for instance. Xin and Liao had much of the Emergent moral blindness, but they also had touching, human problems. And sometimes, when no one else might notice, Ezr saw something in Xin's eyes. Jau was bright, academically inclined. Except for his good luck in the Emergent lottery, his university days would have ended in Focus. Most Emergents could double-think their way around such things; sometimes Jau could not.
"—so afraid this will be the last show," Rita Liao looked genuinely distraught.
"Don't gloom on it, Rita. We don't even know if this is a serious problem."
"That's for sure." Gonle Fong drifted in headfirst, from above. She distributed flasks of Diamonds and Ice all around. "I think the zipheads—" She glanced apologetically at Ezr. "—I think the translators have finally lost it. The ads for this show just don't make any sense."
"No, no. They're really quite clear." It was one of the Emergents, with a fairly good explanation of what the "out-of-phase perversion" was all about. The problem wasn't with the translators; the problem was with the human ability to accept the bizarre.
"The Children's Hour of Science" had been one of the first voice broadcasts that Trixia and the others had translated. Just mapping audio to the previously translated written forms had been a triumph. The early shows—fifteen objective years ago—had been printed translations. They'd been discussed in Benny's parlor, but with the same abstract interest as the latest ziphead theories about the OnOff star. As the years passed, the show had become popular for itself.Fine. But sometime in the last 50Msec, Qiwi Lin had worked a deal with Trud Silipan. Every nine or ten days, Trixia and the other translators were put on exhibit, a live show. So far this Watch, Ezr hadn't spoken more than ten words to Qiwi.She promised to look afterTrixia. What do you say to someone who breaks such a promise? Even now, he didn't believe Qiwi was a traitor. But she was in bed with Tomas Nau. Maybe she used that "position" to protect Qeng Ho interests. Maybe. In the end, it all seemed to benefit Nau.
Ezr had seen four "performances" now. More than any normal human translator, far more than any machine system, each ziphead put emotion and body language into the interpretation.
"Rappaport Digby" was the zipheads' name for the show's host. (Wheredo they get those crazy names?People still asked that. Ezr knew the names came mostly from Trixia. That was one of the few things he and Trixia could really talk about, his knowledge of the First Classicism. Sometimes she asked him for new words. In fact,Ezr had suggested the "Digby" name, years ago. The word fit something she saw in the background of this particular Spider.) Ezr knew the translator who played Rappaport Digby. Outside of the show, Zinmin Broute was a typical ziphead, irritable, fixated, uncommunicative. But now, when he appeared as the Spider Rappaport Digby, he was kindly and garrulous, a patient explainer to children....It was like seeing a zombie briefly animated by someone else's soul.
