"Gladax always thinks she knows best," said Azaroth. "Video games are bad because she's too old to play them, but it's fine for her to learn Ond's digital algorithms for teeping through the whole city's minds at once. Good thing Ond's doing a bad job. If our telepathy wasn't a mess, Gladax would boss us even more."

"Watch your tongue," said Atamu uneasily. "Good old Gladax. Lili and I have to go process our cuttles now."

As Atamu and Lili prepared to jump back to the Hibrane, they dropped the moai body forms they'd been wearing and took on the appearance of thirty-foot-tall Pacific islanders wearing flip-flops, T-shirts, and ragged shorts.

"How do you change how you look?" asked Thuy. "I never saw that before."

"It's a vibby new trick I figured out," said Azaroth proudly. "My spike is that we can mold our orphid-based false-body images anyway we like. I wish my aunt Gladax would learn this. I couldn't believe on Orphid Night when she showed up on the Lobrane wearing her green sweatpants and that crappy dragon T-shirt. And then she starts telling you Lobraners she's an angel?"

"I think plenty of them believed her, Azaroth," said Lili gently. "Gladax has mana. Don't disrespect her. She might hear you even now. And that makes me scared."

"Good old Gladax!" said Atamu, as if repeating a formula.

"She won't hurt me," bragged Azaroth. "I'm family."

"But we're just dumpty cuttlefishers," said Atamu, putting an end to the dangerous conversation. He did a slow tumble, folding into a flat image that became a line and vanished.

"Wait, wait," Thuy called before Lili could disappear too. "Describe how you jump between the worlds, Lili. Jayjay and I want to figure it out, and Azaroth can't tell us anything useful."

"I use a special rongorongo chant," said Lili.

"Can you teach it to me?" asked Thuy.

"The chant isn't a row of things to say," said Lili. "I think it all at once. Bye!"

Lili's arms and legs shrank into her body, which turned upside down, inside out, became a disk, a line, a point-and was gone.

"I'm almosting it," said Jayjay. "How about you, Thuy?"

"Today's the day, kiq," said Azaroth. "That's what you call each other, isn't it? Kiq."

"Yeah, yeah," said Thuy, feeling anxious. "So today I'm supposed to take down Luty, destroy the nant farm, finish Wheenk, learn Chu's Knot, and go to the Hibrane?" She wished she was still staring at the sea. Or eating breakfast.

"Right," said Azaroth. "And Luty is the whole reason I came here. To warn you. That jitsy Bim Brown? He's not any chief of police at all. He's a security goon. Works for humpty Luty in the ExaExa labs."

"Okay, but how come my beezies said his coordinates matched the police station's?" said Thuy.

"I heard Luty say that he can make any message look like it comes from anywhere," said Azaroth. "He said the Big Pig is helping him. Brown and a bunch of ExaExa security guys are dressed like police and waiting to squish you. Look in the orphidnet."

Thuy focused on the ExaExa campus by the San Francisco Bay, south of the baseball stadium. The complex consisted of three linked, windowless buildings. On the north end was the lab, a fanciful dome patterned in an irregular tessellation of brown and white triangles. In the center was the administrative building, a shiny orange box with an entryway set off by green spirals and scrolls etched onto the outer wall, the curving lines rising up to sketch the outline of the ExaExa beetle. To the south was the large, irregular, curved trapezoid of the nanomachine fab, a functionalistic white building with colored pipes and wires writhing along the upper reaches of its outer walls, the underlying walls painted with a gargantuan ExaExa beetle plus the company name, the script E s like backward numeral 3s.

Other than a narrow driveway and the road leading to the loading docks at the southern end of the fab, there was little asphalt to be seen, for the ExaExa parking area was underground. The building sat at the edge of a grassy green meadow, beautifully lit by the slanting morning sun. After all the rains, it was going to be a nice day in California.

Even though it wasn't yet seven a.m. there, demonstrators had begun to crowd the field. A handful of guys who looked like cops were guarding the loading docks and the main entrance door; they had two large SUVs painted like police cars. Zooming in, Thuy could see that one of the men in uniform was the so-called Bim Brown she'd spoken with.

"Look," Thuy remarked to Jayjay, who'd tuned in as well. "Their paddy wagons are painted with quantum-mirror varnish on the inside. Real cops don't do that. The varnish is too expensive."

"Real cops don't use SUVs at all anymore," said Jayjay. "What it is, if Luty gets us into one of those vans, we won't be able to teleport out."

"I bet a lot of those demonstrators are Luty's agents, too," said Azaroth. "He's got people snorting nanomachines into their brains to addle them so-"

"How does Luty think he can get away with this?" interrupted Thuy, not listening to the second part. "Aren't the real cops gonna come, too? And the army and the feds? I publicized all that information about Luty yesterday, dammit."

"The right-wingers are smearing you as a liar," said Jayjay. "I just scanned the news. Deep down, the religious right wants the world to end. They hate women, and they hate Earth. For them, Gaia is a piece of crap for us to use up. The sooner we destroy her, the sooner we get clean and go to heaven. They're equating the nants to their myth of the rapture, see?"

"But if Sonic's video was real, then Dick Too Dibbs is against the nants!" said Thuy. "He's not gonna pander to the right wing!"

"Big problem for Luty," said Jayjay. "Too Dibbs has enough mainstream support to come down much harder on Luty than Lampton ever did. Too Dibbs could be the new broom that sweeps clean. All the more reason for Luty to make his move today. Oh, look what's happening now!"

Again Thuy focused on the orphidnet view of the ExaExa complex. Hallelujah, some genuine cops and feds were arriving in shiny black electric cars! And now the fighting began.

A fake demonstrator near the main entrance pulled out a pistol and shot one of the real cops. The real cops began defending themselves as more and more of the demonstrators attacked them. The fake cops escalated, opening up on the demonstrators with automatic weapons fire. And now several of the real cops opened fire on their fellow police officers. It seemed as if Luty might have infiltrated some provocateurs onto the force as well as into the crowd of protestors. With Luty's agents fanning the violence, people were attacking each other without mercy. And nobody was doing anything about breaching the entrances to ExaExa.

"What a mess," said Jayjay. "Should we even go there?"

"We'll have to bypass the fighting and sneak inside the lab," said Thuy. "It's up to us to steal the Ark of the Nants before it's too late. I'm thinking maybe Jil could help."

"Jil!" exclaimed Jayjay. "Are you kidding? She's the one who passed us the bogus Bim Brown link. I knew she was screwed up, but I never thought she'd sink that low. And it looks like a lot of the people there are-"