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whatsoever. It was the forty-first vial that turned up the antimalarzine bacillus. Galactic was built on the profits from antimalarzine.”
    Seth tried to look impressed, but he’d known that, too, though. He had been working up to this day for more than half his life.
    JC adjusted a pile of antique-style papers. “There are safer ways to get even filthy rich.”
    “I don’t want safer, I want richer. We had a family legend about an ancestor who was a wildcatter when that meant someone who looked for oil. He struck it big and his descendants lost it all.”
    That drew a flash of interest.
    “I’ve heard that before from people in the business. And ‘prospectors’, too—men who used to stake gold mines. Tell me more about yourself.”
    JC must have viewed at least three files of Seth telling about himself, plus his colonoscopy in living color.
    “I was born on a farm in the New Desert.” The rain had gone, the aquifers dried up, the soil blown away, and the temperature reached fifty degrees Celsius by midmorning, when the power went off. “When I was three my parents gave up the struggle and moved into town.” City life had been even worse. He didn’t say more about his parents—his father had worked a pedicab and died of a mugging when Seth was twelve. His mother had taken in laundry, succumbed to breast cancer three years later. The sister he had tried to raise had died of leukemia. When he reached his enrolment in NWTU, the big man barked a sudden question.
    “Who paid for that?”
    “I won a boxing scholarship.”
    “I understood that boxing was outlawed about the same time as gladiator shows.”
    Seth granted him a fake smile. “It’s known as ‘pugilistics’ now and we fake the punches.” Officially they did.
    “You must have done well, to stay there four years.”
    “I was lucky. A lot of my opponents were very skilled at faking comas.”
    This time he got what looked like a real smile.
    JC consulted the top sheet. “Astronomy, physics, sky-diving, karate, bungee jumping, gym, two medals in weight lifting, three in pugilistics as a lightweight, three more when you switched to middleweight, survival both tropical and arctic, hydro­ponics, domestic science, biology, organic chemistry, exogeology, exobiology, wrestling, pilot’s license, history of space travel … on and on. You never completed a degree.”
    “I hiked from school to school, taking courses from the best instructors—anything that might help me get into space, sir. I never failed a course. Prospectors need to be smart, tough, and fearless. I am smart, tough, and fearless. Plus I know a bit of everything in a pinch.”
    JC grunted. He was good, still giving nothing away. He would spring his traps when he was ready.
    “I’m not allowed to ask you this, but I will. How’s your sex life?”
    “I’m straight,” Seth said. “I avoid entanglements is all. I’ve wanted to get into space longer than I’ve wanted to get into women. I long ago decided I would never say, ‘Bye, honey, look after the kids, see you in ten years.’ I’m promiscuous when I get the chance.”
    “Never gay?”
    “You’re born with that,” Seth said cautiously, “or not. I wasn’t, but if I was with guys I liked and the nearest woman was a light year away, then I might get drunk enough. I don’t know.”
    The big man’s nod acknowledged a slick answer. “Fair enough. I’ll be going along on Golden Hind , plus a crew of five. I wanted five herms, but there aren’t enough good ones around. I’ve put together a first class crew of two women and two herms.”
    “I’ve had good fun with herms, sir. No prejudice.”
    “I still need a prospector. If I pick you, then you and I will be the only true males aboard. I don’t want to have to fake a coma very often.”
    Wouldn’t be hard to give him a real one. Seth judged that he could spot JC Lecanard a baseball bat and still take him in thirty seconds. But if JC fancied himself as stud male among