Flinx Transcendent Part 25

THERE EXISTS A POSSIBILITY.

"I don't understand. Can you explain?"

TO ACTIVATE THE DEFENSE, THOSE WHO MADE IT HAD TO BE ABLE TO REACH IT. THEY LEFT BEHIND THE DEFENSE. THEY LEFT BEHIND THE WARNING SYSTEM. THEY LEFT BEHIND A MEANS BY WHICH SUCH THINGS WERE LINKED.

THE DESTINATION OF THE THIRD SIGNAL.

Flinx could hardly contain his excitement. His elation communicated itself to Pip. Her coils began to contract against the top of his head, playing havoc with his red hair.

"How can we tell if this link still works?"

The Krang's response was typically terse. GO THERE.

"How is that possible?"

I CAN PROVIDE COORDINATES.

For the second time in the past several minutes Flinx found himself mentally articulating an anxious appeal. "Please provide." "Please provide."

The Krang proceeded to do so. This time Flinx was able to reference the location. Not only was it nowhere near as extreme as the set that had been given for the Xunca defense, the locality lay virtually next door, within the boundaries of the Commonwealth itself.

Somewhere to go. Something to seek out. Not a solution, not an answer, but at least a bona fide destination. He fought to make his muscles work, to slide free of the platform and out from beneath the blinding, binding influence of the glowing, luminescent domes overhead. Locked to his thoughts, sensitive to his emotions, the Krang sensed his struggle.

DO YOU WISH TO TERMINATE EXCHANGE?.

"Yes!" Flinx all but shouted silently. Flinx all but shouted silently. "Terminate contact now, please." "Terminate contact now, please."

COMPLYING.

There was a brief instant of delay, a second of disorientation, and then he felt himself starting to emerge from stasis as contact was broken. At the last possible instant of contact, something remarkable occurred. It was not that the ancient weapon/instrument offered concluding words to the exchange so much as it was the nature of that parting, which was unprecedented in Flinx's experience with both the Krang and the much larger but related weapons platform. It was, however, characteristic in its conciseness.

GOOD LUCK.

He blinked. Gazing upward, he found himself looking through twin domes that were once more untinted and perfectly transparent. He could see the distant, permanent haze that hovered near the top of the Krang. His recovering ears still rang with the dying echo of ancient alien music. Sitting up, he swung his legs off the dais and stood. When he started to stumble, he heard a voice calling out to him from a figure that was now running in his direction.

"Flinx, Flinx! Are you ... ?"

"I'm fine!" he shouted back to Clarity. "Just a little shaky, but okay!" Extending an arm back to the platform he waited while Pip used it to climb up onto his shoulder. All around him the Krang was silent and still. And conscious, though he alone of his entire species had shared thoughts with that cold, primal intelligence.

Mounting the dais with long, graceful strides, she was in his arms in a moment. "Please," she pleaded as she hugged him tight, "please don't do that anymore! I can't take watching you lie there writhing and twisting like you're in constant pain all the time. If you have to talk to someone, talk to me. Leave sentient alien weapons to themselves." Drawing back, she met his eyes and he could see the quiet anguish in her face. "It's aging you, Flinx. Every time you subject yourself to its influence, every time you make contact, you come out a little older."

Bending down, he kissed her gently on the forehead and ran a hand down the back of her hair. "Clarity. Clarity, charity, emotional parity, if there's one thing you should know about me by now, it's that I was born born older." older."

As soon as Tse-Mallory set the skimmer down close to the dais, Truzenzuzex disembarked and hurried over to help Clarity. Sylzenzuzex was right behind her Eighth, and Tse-Mallory joined them moments later. The philosoph looked up at his visibly fatigued young friend.

"You've been chatting with the eons again, I see. I'm curious to know why and what for."

As a weary Flinx proceeded to explain, the two scientists and Sylzenzuzex soon found themselves enthralled. When he finally finished it was left to Tse-Mallory to restate the obvious; something humans were more inclined to do than thranx.

"A functioning Xunca defense!" The sociologist-soldier's eyes glittered as he considered the potential ramifications. "Is it the Great Attractor?"

"No," Flinx had to tell him. "It might lie in that area, but it's not the Attractor itself."

Tse-Mallory was staring at the ground while thinking out loud. "No reason for some kind of defensive weapon to be located so far away unless there's some some kind of connection." He looked up. "The Krang did not describe one, I take it?" kind of connection." He looked up. "The Krang did not describe one, I take it?"

Flinx shook his head. "'Go there,' it said. It mentioned a possible means of doing so." He eyed his friends hopefully. "I know enough to be sure that the coordinates for this hypothetical link lie within the borders of the Commonwealth, but it's a locality I've never visited myself, not in all my travels."

"You are about to, I think." Turning, a gleeful Tse-Mallory slapped his longtime companion hard on the back of his thorax. The sound of flesh striking chitin was percussive. "It would appear, my old friend, that the annihilation of civilization is not yet a certainty!"

"My mobility will be, kral!l!l kral!l!l, if you keep hitting me like that," Truzenzuzex clicked sharply. Given the number of friendly smacks the philosoph had absorbed from his friend over the years, the complaint rang hollow.

As they were breaking down the temporary camp near the entrance and preparing to leave the Krang and its age-weathered world of Booster behind, Tse-Mallory paused in the packing to confront a busy Flinx. The younger man stopped what he was doing and looked up.

"Bran?"

"Those coordinates." Tse-Mallory looked almost expectant. "If you can remember them without having to check your communit, could you recite them to me again?" Flinx did so. When he was finished, the soldier-sociologist nodded slowly to himself. "I could swear-I'm almost certain that I know know that place." that place."

"I haven't done an overlay yet myself. Is it Horseye?" Flinx was hopeful. After all he had heard about that mult.i.tiered world and its three native intelligences he would have been glad to pay it a visit and see the excavated part of the Xunca warning system for himself.

Tse-Mallory disappointed him. "Not Horseye. There was a report filed with Science Central on Denpasar a little over a year ago by a couple of second-level xenologists. In addition to the expected material it came with a very strange supplementary attachment. Knowing of our interest in such matters, one of our contacts in the Church pa.s.sed it along to Tru and me. Preoccupied as we were keeping watch over a recovering Clarity and awaiting your return, we weren't able to go over it in depth or request a follow-up. Those coordinates, though..." His words trailed away as he struggled to remember.

Ten minutes later everyone's work was interrupted by a violent exclamation from Tse-Mallory. By the time Flinx arrived at his side, Pip having to tighten her grip on his shoulder to keep from being jounced off, the two scientists were deep in excited conversation the details of which Flinx could follow only slightly.

Clarity jogged up alongside him. "What are they jabbering about this time?"

"I don't know." Risking impertinence, he raised his voice. "Bran, Tru! If you've figured something out it would be nice if you shared it with the rest of us."

The two old friends immediately ceased their rapid-fire dialogue.

"Of course, my boy, of course!" Turning to Flinx, Tse-Mallory whacked him enthusiastically on the back. Annoyed, Pip spread her wings in case she had to take flight. As for Flinx, it was not the first time he found himself sympathizing with Truzenzuzex. Both had suffered from Tse-Mallory's effusiveness.

"Those coordinates." There was a glow to the old scientist's expression Flinx had not seen there in some time. "They're in the Senisran system! They aren't for that water-world itself but for the outlying asteroid belt-the system has two, one between the third and fourth planets and the other proximate to but outside the orbit of the tenth and last." He wagged a thick finger in Flinx's direction. "It's most remarkable. Everything you learned from the Krang ties in with the recently received report I alluded to earlier."

"How?" Sylzenzuzex wanted to know.

A little of the older human's ebullience receded. "I'm not sure. As I told Flinx, the report was-odd." He brightened anew. "Of course," he added facetiously, "what we hope to find could not in any way, shape, or fas.h.i.+on be considered 'odd.' Oh, no." Turning away from the youngsters, he hurried to share the rest of his revelation with Truzenzuzex. Moments later the venerable thranx was all but turning cartwheels there in the soaring entrance to the Krang.

At least, Flinx mused thoughtfully, his mentors were encouraged. At the risk of diminis.h.i.+ng their enthusiasm, he was compelled to point out that the Krang had prefaced everything it had pa.s.sed along to Flinx by declaring it to be legend.

"It will be a good deal more than 'legend' if it conflates with certain aspects of that report, my boy," Tse-Mallory a.s.sured him.

"Me, I'd like to know a little more about this mysterious report." As always, Clarity's first concern was for Flinx's well-being. "What life-threatening, mind-tormenting exercise do you intend to get him mixed up in next?"

"This is not just about Flinx, I think," Truzenzuzex told her. "We are all of us in this together, for certain and final, for good or ill, until the next egg." As he reached out with a foothand, four hard-surfaced digits gently gripped her forearm. "Bran and I spent more than a year looking after you while you returned to health, Clarity. Rest a.s.sured we are not about to cast aside all that hard work casually."

"Even if the fate of the galaxy is at stake?" she asked him. But he had already turned and skittered off to resume working on the breakdown of the camp and packing the remainder of their supplies. He had not heard her parting comment-maybe.

In the course of the tedious journey out of the Blight and back into familiar Commonwealth s.p.a.ce they had plenty of time to discuss a range of options. Everything, of course, depended on whether there really was anything at the locality that had been provided to Flinx by the Krang or if he had merely been given the coordinates of a myth.

The report that had found its way to Science Central on Earth, however, was no fable. It had been compiled and recorded by two respected xenologists in the course of their diplomatic and anthropological work among the natives of Senisran. Full of anomalous elusions and hypotheses, it was hardly enough to justify the immediate dispatch of a larger, better-equipped, and more costly research team to that watery world. For one thing, in the event that such an expedition were to be mounted, the natives who had provided much of the information that was contained in the report had promised to destroy the important relics the xenologists had described by dispersing them across a wide area of deep ocean. It was apparent that anyone wis.h.i.+ng to carry out a formal follow-up to the initial report would have to proceed with extreme caution.

None of which concerns troubled those aboard the Teacher Teacher, since they were not going to touch down on Senisran and had no expectation of having to deal with its p.r.i.c.kly natives.

The outer asteroid belt where the Krang-given coordinates lay was far enough from its sun so that it might as well have been in interstellar s.p.a.ce. A visitor happening upon that circ.u.mstellar ring of rock and mineral, compacted dust and water ice, would have been forgiven for thinking that was exactly where he was, save for the dominating presence of a Jovian-sized gas giant nearby. Nearby in the interplanetary sense, that is. The enormous planet lay far enough away so that, while its roiling storms and double rings were clearly visible from the section of the asteroid belt where the Teacher Teacher came to a stop, its radiation, powerful magnetic field, and gravity well would not pose any danger. came to a stop, its radiation, powerful magnetic field, and gravity well would not pose any danger.

"We have arrived." The Teacher Teacher was not much given to excessive celebration even in the best of times. was not much given to excessive celebration even in the best of times.

Orbiting in concert with the majority of rocks and boulders and planetoids that comprised the outer asteroid belt, the s.h.i.+p continuously monitored its surroundings lest something small, solid, and moving faster than its fellows threatened to pose a danger to it and its fragile organic inhabitants. During the following first week of searching it had to use its weaponry to reduce several such minor course-crossing hazards to powder. By the second week Flinx almost hoped something (small and essentially harmless but noisy) would slip past the Teacher's Teacher's sensors and strike the s.h.i.+p. It could hardly pose less of a danger than the ennui that was threatening to overcome them all. sensors and strike the s.h.i.+p. It could hardly pose less of a danger than the ennui that was threatening to overcome them all.

"It would help if we knew more precisely what we were looking for," Clarity pointed out to him on the last day of the second week of searching the coordinates the Krang had provided.

"We're looking for a link." Flinx was standing by the forward console, staring out the main port. At the far end of the Teacher Teacher, its Caplis generator was dark. They could not use the KK-drive field this close to so many sizable solid objects, nor was there any need to do so.

"Like I said," Clarity reiterated with uncharacteristic exasperation, "it would help if we knew more precisely what we were looking for."

His retort was sharp. "I am so so sorry. I had this perfect tridee image of a four-hundred-million-year-old Xunca alarm-weapons link in my pocket, but I seem to have dropped it somewhere." Her reaction left him immediately contrite. sorry. I had this perfect tridee image of a four-hundred-million-year-old Xunca alarm-weapons link in my pocket, but I seem to have dropped it somewhere." Her reaction left him immediately contrite.

"I'm sorry, Clarity. I apologize." As he started toward her, she put up a hand to forestall him.

"Forget it. Weeks of searching and finding nothing have left us all frustrated and on edge." She looked around to make sure they were still alone. "Have you seen Syl lately? She's so wound up she's chewed a couple of centimeters off the ends of each of her ovipositors."

The Teacher Teacher was doing its best, Flinx knew. But like any AI, even one equipped with symbolic logic, it remained at its core a literal device. It could and would search diligently for anything-if they could just tell it what to look for. On that note the Tar-Aiym Krang had been lamentably uninformative. was doing its best, Flinx knew. But like any AI, even one equipped with symbolic logic, it remained at its core a literal device. It could and would search diligently for anything-if they could just tell it what to look for. On that note the Tar-Aiym Krang had been lamentably uninformative.

Surely they would find something, eventually. It was simply a matter of scanning and a.n.a.lyzing the objects that comprised the asteroid belt until they came upon-what?

"We will know it when we see it," an optimistic Truzenzuzex insisted. "The complex on Horseye would not continue sending, however intermittently, a composite signal to a corner of empty s.p.a.ce."

At least they did not have to circle the distant sun and search the entire asteroid belt. They only had to examine the portion facing the outer gas giant, in the vicinity of the coordinates the Krang had provided. But visually, at least, there seemed nothing to differentiate one square kilometer of drifting dead rock from the next.

As the third week of searching crept toward its end, the Teacher Teacher continued its relentless examination. The less patient organic life-forms on board, however, were approaching terminal boredom. continued its relentless examination. The less patient organic life-forms on board, however, were approaching terminal boredom.

"This isn't working." Truzenzuzex clicked impatiently as his four opposing mandibles finished masticating the last of the early meal.

"An una.s.sailable observation." Tilting her head back slightly, Sylzenzuzex drained the last of the blue liquid from a spiral-tipped cylinder. The normally even-tempered security officer's mood was becoming as touchy as that of her venerable Eighth.

These days none of them, Flinx had to admit, was in a very good mood. The promise that had drawn them here from distant Booster had been lost to weeks of endless ennui interrupted only by the venturing of the occasional bad idea. Now it seemed that the philosoph was about to put forth another one. Among his companions, disinterest was universal.

Until they heard it.

"Nothing of value was learned on this journey, dr!app dr!app, until Flinx communicated with the Krang. It occurs to me that we are faced with a similar situation here."

As Tse-Mallory pushed his chair back from the table he was careful to avoid crus.h.i.+ng the large spatulate leaves of the trio of decorative growths behind him. Some of the imported flora that bedecked Flinx's private lounge had done so well that he had transplanted shoots and buds elsewhere within the Teacher Teacher. The spread of greenery certainly brightened many purely prosaic corners of the s.h.i.+p.

"If that were the case and there was some sort of similar device adrift here," the soldier-sociologist conjectured, "wouldn't it have responded to Flinx's presence by now?" Turning from his friend, he looked over at the silent subject of the conversation. "You haven't sensed anything since we've arrived here, have you, Flinx? An alien presence, something akin to the Krang or the wandering weapons platform?"

Flinx shook his head as Clarity pa.s.sed him a s.h.i.+p-conjured pastry filled with simulated cloudberries. "No, sir, nothing," he replied as he ate.

"I am thinking," the philosoph mused aloud, "that perhaps his proximity to the rest of us might somehow mute or dilute his sensitivity. Or conversely, confuse the perceptiveness of that which we are looking for."

Tse-Mallory was intrigued. "You're saying, in so many words, that the rest of us might be jamming the signals."

"A crude a.n.a.logy for what we must presume, if it exists, is an exceptionally advanced interaction, but yes."

"How do you suggest we overcome this theoretical blockage?"

Both antennae inclined in Flinx's direction as Truzenzuzex regarded their young host. "We should experiment by isolating him from the possible source of disruption, which is us. Flinx, I am of the opinion that you should take an extended walk while the s.h.i.+p moves to another position."

Flinx paused with the remnants of the pastry halfway to his mouth. Responding to his abrupt emotional reaction, Pip and Sc.r.a.p looked up sharply from where they had curled up together among the comforting vegetation.

"I've got an idea." Flinx stared back at the philosoph. "Why don't the rest of you go for a walk and I'll stay with the s.h.i.+p."

Seated beside him, Clarity jabbed him in the ribs. Perceiving that neither the blow nor its perpetrator were representative of the beginnings of actual conflict, both minidrags went back to sleep. "Me, too, Red?"

"No, of course not you, Clarity." Caught between a woman and a theory, Flinx sensed that neither was immediately resolvable. Perched on the resultant dilemma, he turned to Tse-Mallory. "Bran, what do you think? Is what Tru suggests a viable proposal?"

The powerfully built sociologist did not hesitate. "Nothing else is working. I don't see what harm could result." He studied the younger man. "Unless you have a fear of being outside by yourself."

Flinx shook his head. "I've spent too much time traveling through s.p.a.ce to be afraid of it. Respectful, yes. Awed, surely. But it's not something I fear." He looked back to Truzenzuzex. "When do you want to try this experiment, Tru?"

The philosoph gestured with all four hands. "Yesterday's searching was devoid of discovery. Extrapolating from our previous probing, tomorrow's searching is likely to be devoid of discovery. Let us schedule an exception for today. Of course, if you feel you need time to acclimate yourself to the idea ..."

Swallowing the last of the pastry, Flinx rose from his seat. "I'll instruct the Teacher Teacher to ready a survival suit." He looked down at Clarity. "Are you all right with this?" to ready a survival suit." He looked down at Clarity. "Are you all right with this?"

She hesitated momentarily, eyeing the two expectant scientists. "If Bran and Tru think it's safe, then I guess we ought to try it. I don't like the idea of you making contact with any any kind of device from kind of device from any any ancient alien civilization. Much less via an interface that might take you away from the s.h.i.+p." She looked reconciled. "But that's what we're here to try and do." ancient alien civilization. Much less via an interface that might take you away from the s.h.i.+p." She looked reconciled. "But that's what we're here to try and do."

Smiling, he reached over and lightly tousled her hair. She responded by making a face. "Don't worry. I won't do anything stupid. And I'll be thinking of you the whole time."

Truzenzuzex shook his head sadly. "Unhelpful. While you're outside you should be trying to think like a Xunca."

Flinx would have been happy to comply-except that no one knew how the Xunca thought, and had not done so for hundreds of millions of years.

Stepping outside the s.h.i.+p was more interesting than he had antic.i.p.ated. While over the years he had viewed the Teacher's Teacher's exterior from every conceivable angle, he had nearly always done so from the comfortable confines of one of its two shuttles. He could not remember the last time he had ventured outside in deep s.p.a.ce in nothing but a survival suit. exterior from every conceivable angle, he had nearly always done so from the comfortable confines of one of its two shuttles. He could not remember the last time he had ventured outside in deep s.p.a.ce in nothing but a survival suit.

The stars were very bright, and the looming striped ma.s.s of the system's outermost gas giant was brilliant and colorful.

"Everything all right, Flinx?" Tse-Mallory's voice emerged muted and modulated from the survival suit's cranial speaker.

"I'm fine. Let's get this over with. s.h.i.+p?"

"Flinx?" the Teacher Teacher responded promptly. responded promptly.

"Withdraw to distance. Follow the honored Tse-Mallory and Truzenzuzex's instructions unless contradicted by me."

"I will continue monitoring your vitals for any evidence of abnormality," the s.h.i.+pmind replied. "For example, your blood pressure currently is ..."