The deck of the Bridge was splitting up the middle.
After a moment more, the uproar dimmed, and the speaker said, in Charity’s normal voice, “Eva, you too, please. Ac-knowledge, please. This is itunless everybody comes on duty at once, the Bridge may go down within the next hour.”
“Let it,” Eva responded quietly.
There was a brief, startled silence, and then a ghost of a human sound. The voice was Senator Wagoner’s, and the sound just might have been a chuckle.
Charity’s circuit clicked out.
The mighty death of the Bridge continued to resound in the little room.
After a while, the man and the woman went to the window, and looked past the discarded bulk of Jupiter at the near horizon, where there had always been visible a few stars,