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“I’m old enough to be on MVU**SD#TTH.”

Nate frowned, wondering if there was something wrong with his hearing, or if the other was slipping a sprocket with the nonsense syllables. “And how old is that?”

“637 of this planet’s cycles.”

Nate saw his grin spread across the little girl’s face. For some reason her heart was racing in her chest with an irregular double-thump beat. Then it hit him and the grin faded. It wasn’t irregular; she had two hearts. “You aren’t exactly—human—are you?”

“Human? Of course not!” Then, as she took control, a look of horror came across the angelic face. “You’re human!”


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a strong student of history, but it looked like there was a six inch tall apatosaurus coming out from under the bed munching contentedly on the remains of a potato chip. Nate heard a gargling noise but he was pretty sure that wasn’t him.

It was really kinda cute. Nate reached down to see if it would let him pet it—and immediately straightened up and staggered back into the wall. “Now what?”

“Didn’t I just tell you to be careful? Don’t you realize this means there is an anomaly in the CVB*JY#ZDE? You have no idea where that thing came from or what it’s capable of.”

“An anomaly in the what? Look, it’s six inches tall!”

“How big were the beetles that ate you?”

“Mmm. About three-quarters of an inch.” He supposed that was a valid point. But there was only one of the mini-dinos. “How did you know…?” Then he saw his reflection in the bureau mirror. “Andromeda’s Ghost! You’re a little girl!”

The innocent looking face that stared back at him with violet eyes and shoulder length blonde hair couldn’t have been more than ten or twelve, if that. If things hadn’t been so hectic he’d probably have noticed the oddity of her size before now.


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inside.

The room’s furnishings consisted only of a Spartan bed, a nightstand with mirror, and a small lightly-padded chair. As soon as they were inside the innocuous room
the other rounded on Nate, sealing the door behind them.

“If you ever do something like that again I’ll have you Voided. Didn’t I tell you I don’t want to be a Rider? Didn’t you learn anything by getting killed? You have to be more careful!”

Nate was sure he’d feel suitably chastened—if he had the slightest clue what the other was talking about. “What…?”

“You deflected my aim! You spoiled the shot on the robot!”

“It looked like you were about to shoot a defenseless woman,” Nate protested.

“That ‘defenseless’ woman could have killed us with one hand!”

“How was I supposed to know it was a robot?”

“Didn’t you feel the…”

“Gleep.”

Nate looked toward the sound, glad for an interruption. He could feel his jaw drop but wasn’t sure whether it was him or the other doing it. He’d never been


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for the shift, but glowed dull red like overheated metal and the woman sagged to the ground. Something like a heat shimmer ran over her. For a second it looked as though she was covered with a layer of silvery liquid mercury, and then she wasn’t a woman anymore.

“A robot,” Nate breathed. A very good one too, from the look of it. A.I. robots were still very expensive. The Silverstones owned one that functioned as a maid and house cleaner at the Manor but it was nowhere near as sophisticated as this. He’d never even heard of anything like the human disguise he’d seen collapse. It could have been just a hologram, but he was sure he’d seen the robot settle as though it had a material, or at least a force field component. “Whoever you are, you certainly have interesting enemies.”

His slender feminine hands opened the blue door without his volition. There was no lock visible but the hands twisted, pressed and caressed the handle and area surrounding it in a series of moves too quick for him to entirely follow. There were five quick clicks in a row and a pressure in his head he hadn’t been consciously aware of abruptly ceased. Something more high-tech here than belonged on this world, he suspected. If he’d been here in his own body he was fairly sure he’d never have made it


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of his antagonist vaporized. Lower legs and head and shoulders that remained thudded to the pavement.

He looked at the gun and the hand and the remaining body parts in astonishment. “Damn, these people are serious. What did you do?”

There was no reply as he lost control again and began to run toward a rusty blue door. Getting trapped inside a building with people coming after them didn’t seem like a particularly good idea, but he couldn’t even speak now so there was nothing he could do.

“We’ll be safe if we can make it into the building.”

Then a figure stepped out of the shadow of a doorframe in their path. A woman. A very striking woman. She was obviously unarmed, wearing only a short shift that didn’t conceal much of her, much less a weapon. “Stop please. I only want to talk to you.”

Alarmed, Nate saw that the slender hand still holding the gun was aiming it at the woman and tensing to fire. “No! She’s unarmed. What are you doing?” He struggled for control with every ounce of his will and managed to deflect the aim slightly, but not enough. The gun fired, and there was a loud POP as if from a bursting bubble.

A small portable forcefield around the woman flared and disappeared. Her midsection didn’t vaporize, except


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anyway. He’d always been kind of a maverick, not ready to take up the family traditions, but after everything that had been happening he was beginning to feel a real need to see them again. “Look, I don’t know how we came to be sharing a body but…”

“It’s my body. You died, didn’t you?”

“I suppose so.” Nate really didn’t want to dwell on the whole being eaten by beetles experience, but it seemed pretty likely since they were inside him gnawing on his vital organs when he lost consciousness.

“Well then, you were careless and now you’re a Rider. Get used to it.” It was said with finality as if that explained everything.

“But…?”

“We don’t have time for this now! All of them are going to wake up in a few minutes. I don’t want to become a Rider. And you should know that, the second time around, your chances are less than half as good of landing a Host. Find a…”

Nate saw the needle beam rake the wall out of the corner of his eye. Instinctively, he dove and rolled grabbing the first weapon that came to hand. Without thinking, he fired back at the source. In a second the heavy gun grew warm in his hand and the entire mid-section


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in operation. “Yes, of course.”

“Good. I won’t be able to do an area stun again for several hours yet and we may run into more hostile humans so be ready with it. I may be otherwise occupied.”

The delicate right hand and arm only were now under his control. He gripped the weapon experimentally and noticed it was made for the left hand. “I could use it better with the other hand,” Nate began, then “Hmm.”

“What’s wrong?”

“This is a smartgun. It won’t work for anyone but the owner, without modifications.

“Can you fix it?”

“Given time and tools—which it seems we don’t have—sure.”

Nate lost control of the arm again as it flung the gun away to bounce off one of the buildings. He spun on his heel, started back toward the bodies, then abruptly stopped and sagged.

“Find one that will work. Hurry, we don’t have much time.” The other’s voice said from his mouth.

The body that wasn’t his was again under his complete control. Everything was just happening too fast. He needed some answers. He needed to get back to Silverstone Manor and let everyone know he was okay. Sort of okay,


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A disgusted noise came from his mouth. “Why do I have to get stuck with a moron for a Rider?” The delicate hands wiped themselves off on a not-entirely-disgusting rag dangling from the edge of the garbage bin, removed a nondescript canvas bag from the plastic sack and abruptly Nate was moving deeper into the alley, away from the open courtyard.

This just kept getting weirder. Nate now had absolutely no control over where he was going. He felt his new body running full-out and, after only a minute or two, started passing clumps of armed people lying motionless on the ground. “Are they dead?”

“If they were dead I wouldn’t need to run, would I?” Having no ready answer for that, Nate kept silent. Soon they reached an area where the bodies thinned out. He skidded to a stop in the headlong flight, still under control of the unknown other. One of the slender hands reached down and pulled a small gun from the hand of a woman in a pale green uniform with insignia unknown to him.

“Can you use this?” The voice that came out of his new mouth but sounded nothing like him asked.

A quick glance told Nate it was a compact energy weapon of newer design than he would have expected to find in these primitive surroundings, but seemed fairly standard


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martial arts systems, but there was nothing to fight. The jumpsuit he was wearing had several pockets but no weapons anyway, he discovered, after giving them a quick search. Taking a deep breath, he started cautiously toward the open courtyard again—and froze in mid-step. He was completely paralyzed. Try as he might, he couldn’t even blink an eye.

“I told you not to go that way.” The voice sounded a bit exasperated this time. “There may still be someone conscious over there. My range isn’t unlimited yet, you know.”

Nate didn’t know. Right now there seemed to be a whole multitude of things he had absolutely no idea about. Like why did the other voice also seem to be coming out of his new mouth? Questions welled up in his mind.

“Not now. We have to get out of here.” Ignoring the stench, the hands that weren’t his pulled him up so he was balancing on his waist on the rounded rim of the garbage container, scooped the top layer of filth and muck to the side, and grabbed a large plastic sack, tossing it out.

“You’re not going to eat something out of that…” Nate started to protest.

“Do I look like an idiot?”

“Uhh. I don’t really know,” Nate began honestly without thinking.


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close out the smell. It was night but three small moons-- not even the same planet then, he noted-- gave sufficient light to make out the crudely jammed together mud-brick buildings. To his left there was a door made of a dull looking metal while the alley narrowed further and continued in the distance. To his right the alley opened into a slightly brighter courtyard. He headed toward it hoping to get a better idea of his surroundings.

"Don't go that way."

Nate spun around, but saw no one. And, oddly, he noticed now, there seemed to be no sounds coming from anywhere. This was hardly a megaplex, but certainly big enough and crowded enough with buildings that someone should be stirring somewhere. "Who is it? Where are you?"

"Right here stupid."

He whirled in place again, but still saw no sign of anyone or heard even minor rustling sounds that might be made by someone sneaking away. “Mind playing tricks,” he muttered. Maybe he’d been drugged. His subconscious was shrieking an alarm, but he had no idea if it was because he was about to be attacked or something else that arose from his increasing feelings of unease.
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Chapter One

Nate woke on a very hard surface with his face pressed against slivers of broken glass. Considering that his last memory was of being eaten by a horde of Rigellian desert beetles, he wasn't quite as put off by that as he might have been—until he saw his hand. The delicate small-boned feminine appendage definitely wasn’t his.

Nate swiped at the glass sticking to his face, bringing it down like a clatter of hailstones onto the rough pavement, and got another surprise. His face felt smooth—very smooth. He remembered having the stubble of a beard. His delicate hand explored the unfamiliar face, building a picture in his mind like a 3-D scanner, a piece at a time. A woman’s face! Feeling flooded in from the rest of his body in confirmation. Too light, too supple, too… not male. Visions of radical surgery combined with the sharp remembrance of beetles devouring his flesh made Nate’s heart pound erratically as he jumped to his feet. He needed to find a mirror and see what was going on.

No desert. No beetles. He was in a filthy alley next to a big trash container that reeked of decaying garbage. He could feel the unfamiliar nose trying to wrinkle up and


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