Brain Ships Part 2
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She took the tools her parents had discarded out of the wagon; the broken trowel that Braddon had mended for her, the worn brushes, the blunted probes, and set to work.
Several hours later, she sat back on her heels and looked at her first find, frowning. This wasn't a lump of flint after all. In fact, it seemed to be some kind of layered substance, with the layers fused together. Odd, it looked kind of wadded up. It certainly wasn't any kind of layered rock she'd ever seen before, and it didn't match any of the rocks she'd uncovered until now.
She chewed her lower lip in thought and stared at it, letting her mind just drift, to see if it could identify what kind of rock it was. It didn't look sedimentary.
Actually, it didn't look much like a rock at all....
Not like a rock. What if it isn't a rock?
She blinked, and suddenly knew what it did did look like. Layers of thin cloth or paper, wadded up, then discarded. look like. Layers of thin cloth or paper, wadded up, then discarded.
Finagle! Have I- She gently-very gently-pried another lump off the outcropping, and carefully freed it of its gritty coating. And there was no no doubt this time that what she had was the work of intelligent hands. Under the layer of half-fused sand and flaking, powdery dust, gleamed a spot of white porcelain, with the matte edge of a break showing why it had been discarded. doubt this time that what she had was the work of intelligent hands. Under the layer of half-fused sand and flaking, powdery dust, gleamed a spot of white porcelain, with the matte edge of a break showing why it had been discarded.
Oh, decom-I found the garbage dump!
Or, at least, she had found a little trash heap. That was probably probably it; likely there was just this lump of discards and no more. But anything the EsKays left behind was important, and it was equally important to stop digging it; likely there was just this lump of discards and no more. But anything the EsKays left behind was important, and it was equally important to stop digging now now, mark the site in case another sandstorm came up and capriciously buried it as it had capriciously uncovered it, and bring some evidence to show Mum and Dad what she had found.
Except that she didn't have a holo-camera. Or anything to cast with.
Finally she gave up trying to think of what to do. There was only one thing for it. Bring her two finds inside and show them. The lump of fabric might not survive the touch of real air, but the porcelain thing surely would. Porcelain, unlike gla.s.s, was more resilient to the stresses of repeated temperature changes and was not likely to go to powder at the first touch of air.
She went back inside the dome and rummaged around for a bit before returning with a plastic food container for the artifacts, and a length of plastic pipe and the plastic tail from a kite-kit she'd never had a chance to use. Another well-meant but stupid gift from someone Dad worked with; someone who never once thought that on a Mars-type world there weren't very many opportunities to fly kites- With the site marked as securely as she could manage, and the two artifacts sealed into the plastic tub, she returned to the dome again, waiting impatiently for her parents to get back.
She had hoped that the seal on the plastic tub would be good enough to keep the artifacts safely protected from the air of the dome. She knew as soon as the airlock pressurized, though, that her attempt to keep them safe had failed. Even before she pulled off her helmet, the external suit-mike picked up the hiss hiss of air leaking into the container. And when she held the plastic tub up to the light, it was easy enough to see that one of the lumps had begun to disintegrate. She pried the lid off for a quick peek, and sneezed at the dust. The wadded lump was not going to look like much when her parents got home. of air leaking into the container. And when she held the plastic tub up to the light, it was easy enough to see that one of the lumps had begun to disintegrate. She pried the lid off for a quick peek, and sneezed at the dust. The wadded lump was not going to look like much when her parents got home.
Decom it, she thought resentfully. she thought resentfully. That's not fair! That's not fair!
She put it down carefully on the countop; if she didn't jar it, there might still be enough left when Mum and Dad got back in that they would at least be able to tell what it had had been. been.
She stripped out of her suit and sat down to wait. She tried to read a book, but she just couldn't get interested. Mum and Dad were going to be so so surprised-and even better, now the Psychs at the Inst.i.tute would have no reason to keep her away from the Cla.s.s Two sites anymore-because surprised-and even better, now the Psychs at the Inst.i.tute would have no reason to keep her away from the Cla.s.s Two sites anymore-because this this would surely prove that she knew what to do when she accidentally found something. The numbers on the clock moved with agonizing slowness, as she waited for the moment when they would finally return. would surely prove that she knew what to do when she accidentally found something. The numbers on the clock moved with agonizing slowness, as she waited for the moment when they would finally return.
The sky outside the viewport couldn't get much darker, but the shadows lengthened, and the light faded. Soon now, soon- Finally she heard them in the outer lock, and her heart began to beat faster. Suddenly she was no longer so certain that she had done the right thing. What if they were angry that she dissected the first two artifacts? What if she had done the wrong thing in moving them?
The "what ifs" piled up in her head as she waited for the lock to cycle.
Finally the inner door hissed, and Braddon and Pota came through, already pulling off their helmets and continuing a high-speed conversation that must have begun back at the dig.
"-but the matrix is all wrong for it to be a food preparation area-"
"-yes, yes," Pota replied impatiently, "but what about the integument-"
"Mum!" Tia said, running up to them and tugging at her mother's elbow. "I've found something!"
"h.e.l.lo, pumpkin, that's very nice," her mother replied absently, hugging her, and going right on with her conversation. Her intense expression showed that she was thinking while she spoke, and her eyes never wandered from her husband's face-and as for Braddon, the rest of the world simply did not exist.
"Mum!" Tia persisted. "I've found an artifact!"
"In a moment, dear," Pota replied. "But what about-"
"MUM!" Tia shouted, disobeying every every rule of not interrupting grown-ups in desperation, knowing from all the signs that she would rule of not interrupting grown-ups in desperation, knowing from all the signs that she would never never get their attention otherwise. Conversations like get their attention otherwise. Conversations like this this one could go on for hours. " one could go on for hours. "I've found an artifact!"
Both her parents stopped their argument in mid-sentence and stared at her. Silence enveloped the room; an ominous silence. Tia gulped nervously.
"Tia," Braddon finally said, disapproval creeping into his voice. "Your mother and I are in the middle of a very important conversation. This is not not the time for pretend." the time for pretend."
"Dad, it's not not pretend!" she said insistently, pointing to her plastic box. "It's not! I found an artifact, and there's more-" pretend!" she said insistently, pointing to her plastic box. "It's not! I found an artifact, and there's more-"
Pota raised an eyebrow at her husband and shrugged. Braddon picked up the box, carelessly, and Tia winced as the first lump inside visibly disintegrated more.
"I am going to respect your intelligence and integrity enough to a.s.sume that you think think you found an artifact," Braddon replied, prying the lid from the container. "But Tia, you know better than to-" you found an artifact," Braddon replied, prying the lid from the container. "But Tia, you know better than to-"
He glanced down inside-and his eyebrows arched upward in the greatest show of surprise that Tia had ever seen him make.
"I told told you," Tia could not resist saying, triumphantly. you," Tia could not resist saying, triumphantly.
"-so they took the big lights out to the trench, and the extra field-generators," she told Ted E. Bear after she'd been put to bed for the night. "They were out there for hours hours, and they let me wait up to hear what it was. And it was was, I did did find a garbage dump! A big one, too! Mum made a special call to the Inst.i.tute, 'cause this is the first really big EsKay dump anybody's ever found." find a garbage dump! A big one, too! Mum made a special call to the Inst.i.tute, 'cause this is the first really big EsKay dump anybody's ever found."
She hugged Ted closer, basking in the warmth of Pota's praise, a warmth that still lingered and made her feel happy right down to her toes. "You did everything exactly exactly right with the equipment you had," Pota had told her. "I've had undergraduates that didn't do as well as you did, pumpkin! You remember what I told you, when you asked me about why I wanted to find garbage?" right with the equipment you had," Pota had told her. "I've had undergraduates that didn't do as well as you did, pumpkin! You remember what I told you, when you asked me about why I wanted to find garbage?"
"That we learn more from sentients' garbage than from anything other than their literature," she'd recited dutifully.
"Well," Pota had replied, sitting on the edge of her bed and touching her nose with one finger, playfully. "You, my curious little chick, have just upgraded this site from a Cla.s.s One to a Cla.s.s Three with four hours of work! That's more than Braddon and I have ever ever done!" done!"
"Does that mean that we'll be leaving?" she'd asked in confusion.
"Eventually," Pota told her, a certain gloating glee in her voice. "But it takes time to put together a Cla.s.s Three team, and we we happen to be right here. Your father and I will be making gigabytes of important discoveries before the team gets here to replace us. And with that much already invested-they may happen to be right here. Your father and I will be making gigabytes of important discoveries before the team gets here to replace us. And with that much already invested-they may not not replace us!" replace us!"
Tia had shaken her head, confused.
Pota had hugged her. "What I mean, pumpkin, is that there is a very very good chance that we'll stay on here-as the dig supervisors! An instant promotion from Cla.s.s One supervisor to Cla.s.s Three supervisor! There'll be better equipment, a better dome to live in-you'll have some playmates-couriers will be by every week instead of every few months-not to mention the raises in pay and status! All the papers on this site will go out under good chance that we'll stay on here-as the dig supervisors! An instant promotion from Cla.s.s One supervisor to Cla.s.s Three supervisor! There'll be better equipment, a better dome to live in-you'll have some playmates-couriers will be by every week instead of every few months-not to mention the raises in pay and status! All the papers on this site will go out under our our names! And all because names! And all because you you were my clever, bright, careful little girl, who knew what she saw and knew when to stop playing!" were my clever, bright, careful little girl, who knew what she saw and knew when to stop playing!"
"Mum and Dad are really, really happy," she told Ted, thinking about the glow of joy that had been on both their faces when they finished the expensive link to the nearest Inst.i.tute supervisor. "I think we did a good thing. I think maybe you brought us luck, Ted." She yawned. "Except about the other kids coming. But we don't have to play with them if we don't want to, do we?"
Ted agreed silently, and she hugged him again. "I'd rather talk to you, anyway," she told him. "You never say anything dumb. Dad says that if you can't say something intelligent, you shouldn't say anything; and Mum says that people who know when to shut up are the smartest people of all, so I guess you must be pretty smart. Right?"
But she never got a chance to find out if Ted agreed with that statement, because at that point she fell right asleep.
Over the course of the next few days, it became evident that this was not just an ordinary garbage dump; this was one containing scientific or medical debris. That raised the status of the site from "important" to "priceless," and Pota and Braddon took to spending every waking moment either at the site or preserving and examining their finds, making copious notes, and any number of speculations. They hardly ever saw Tia anymore; they had changed their schedule so that they were awake long before she was and came in long after she went to bed.
Pota apologized-via a holo that she had left to play for Tia as soon as she came in to breakfast this morning.
"Pumpkin," her image said, while Tia sipped her juice. "I hope you can understand why we're doing this. The more we find out before the team gets sent out, the more we make ourselves essential to the dig, the better our chances for that promotion." Pota's image ran a hand through her hair; to Tia's critical eyes, she looked very tired, and a bit frazzled, but fairly satisfied. "It won't be more than a few weeks, I promise. Then things will go back to normal. Better than normal, in fact. I promise that we'll have a Family Day before the team gets here, all right? So start thinking what you'd like to do."
Well, that that would be stellar! Tia knew exactly what she wanted to do-she wanted to go out to the mountains on the big sled, and she wanted to drive it herself on the way. would be stellar! Tia knew exactly what she wanted to do-she wanted to go out to the mountains on the big sled, and she wanted to drive it herself on the way.
"So forgive us, all right? We don't love you any less, and we think about you all the time, and we miss you like anything." Pota blew a kiss toward the camera. "I know you can take care of yourself; in fact, we're counting on that. You're making a big difference to us. I want you to know that. Love you, baby."
Tia finished her juice as the holo flickered out, and a certain temptation raised its head. This could be a really unique opportunity to play hooky, just a little bit. Mum and Dad were not going to be checking the tutor to see how her lessons were going-and the Inst.i.tute Psychs wouldn't care; they thought she was too advanced for her age anyway. She could even raid the library for the holos she wasn't precisely supposed to watch....
"Oh, Finagle," she said, regretfully, after a moment. It might be fun-but it would be guilty guilty fun. And besides, sooner or later Mum and Dad would find out what she'd done, and fun. And besides, sooner or later Mum and Dad would find out what she'd done, and ping! ping! there would go the Family Day and probably a lot of other privileges. She weighed the immediate pleasure of being lazy and watching forbidden holos against the future pleasure of being able to pilot the sled up the mountains, and the latter outranked the former. Piloting the sled was the closest there would go the Family Day and probably a lot of other privileges. She weighed the immediate pleasure of being lazy and watching forbidden holos against the future pleasure of being able to pilot the sled up the mountains, and the latter outranked the former. Piloting the sled was the closest she she would get to piloting a s.h.i.+p, and she wouldn't be able to do that for years and years and years yet. would get to piloting a s.h.i.+p, and she wouldn't be able to do that for years and years and years yet.
And if she fell on her nose now now, right when Mum and Dad trusted her most-they'd probably restrict her to the dome for ever and ever.
"Not worth it," she sighed, jumping down from her stool. She frowned as she noticed that the pins-and-needles feeling in her toes still hadn't gone away. It had been there when she woke up this morning. It had been there yesterday too, and the day before, but by breakfast it had worn off.
Well, it didn't bother her that much, and it wouldn't take her mind off her Latin lesson. Too bad, too.
"Boring language," she muttered. "Ick, ack, ock!"
Well, the sooner she got it over with, the better off she'd be, and she could go back to nice logical quadratics.
The pins-and-needles feeling hadn't worn off by afternoon, and although she felt all right, she decided that since Mum and Dad were trusting her to do everything right, she probably ought to talk to the AI about it "Socrates, engage Medic Mode, please," she said, sitting down reluctantly in the tiny medic station. She really really didn't like being in the medic-station; it smelled of disinfectant and felt like being in a too-small pressure suit. It was just about the size of a tiny lav, but something about it made it didn't like being in the medic-station; it smelled of disinfectant and felt like being in a too-small pressure suit. It was just about the size of a tiny lav, but something about it made it feel feel smaller. Maybe because it was dark inside. And of course, since it had been made for adults, the proportions were all wrong for her. In order to reach hand-plates she had to scoot to the edge of the seat, and in order to reach foot-plates she had to get right off the seat entirely. The screen in front of her lit up with the smiling holo of someone that was supposed to be a doctor. Privately, she doubted that the original had ever been any closer to medicine than wearing the jumpsuit. He just looked too-polished. smaller. Maybe because it was dark inside. And of course, since it had been made for adults, the proportions were all wrong for her. In order to reach hand-plates she had to scoot to the edge of the seat, and in order to reach foot-plates she had to get right off the seat entirely. The screen in front of her lit up with the smiling holo of someone that was supposed to be a doctor. Privately, she doubted that the original had ever been any closer to medicine than wearing the jumpsuit. He just looked too-polished. Too Too trustworthy, trustworthy, too too handsome, handsome, too too competent. Any time there was anything official she had to interface with that seemed to scream competent. Any time there was anything official she had to interface with that seemed to scream trust me trust me at her, she immediately distrusted it and went very wary. Probably the original for this holo had been an actor. Maybe he made adults feel calm, but he made her think about the Psychs and their too-hearty greetings, their nosy questions. at her, she immediately distrusted it and went very wary. Probably the original for this holo had been an actor. Maybe he made adults feel calm, but he made her think about the Psychs and their too-hearty greetings, their nosy questions.
"Well, Tia," said the AI's voice-changed to that of the "doctor." "What brings you here?"
"My toes feel like they're asleep," she said dutifully. "They kind of tingle."
"Is that all?" the "doctor" asked, after a moment for the AI to access his library of symptoms. "Are they colder than normal? Put your hand on the hand-plate, and your foot on the foot-plate, Tia."
She obeyed, feeling very like a contortionist.
"Well, the circulation seems to be fine," the "doctor" said, after the AI had a chance to read temperature and blood pressure, both of which appeared in the upper right-hand corner of the screen. "Have you any other symptoms?"
"No," she replied. "Not really." The "doctor" froze for a moment, as the AI a.n.a.lyzed all the other readings it had taken from her during the past few days-what she'd eaten and how much, what she'd done, her sleep-patterns.
The "doctor" unfroze. "Sometimes when children start growing very fast, they get odd sensations in their bodies," the AI said. "A long time ago, those were called 'growing pains.' Now we know it's because sometimes different kinds of tissue grow at different rates. I think that's probably what your problem is, Tia, and I don't think you need to worry about it. I'll prescribe some vitamin supplements for you, and in a few days you should be just fine."
"Thank you," she said politely, and made her escape, relieved to have gotten off so lightly.
And in a few days, the pins-and-needles sensation did did go away, and she thought no more about it. Thought no more, that is, until she went outside to her new "dig" and did something she hadn't done in a year-she fell down. Well, she didn't exactly fall; she go away, and she thought no more about it. Thought no more, that is, until she went outside to her new "dig" and did something she hadn't done in a year-she fell down. Well, she didn't exactly fall; she thought thought she'd sidestepped a big rock, but she hadn't. She rammed her toes right into it and went heavily to her knees. she'd sidestepped a big rock, but she hadn't. She rammed her toes right into it and went heavily to her knees.
The suit was intact, she discovered to her relief-and she was quite ready to get up and keep going, until she realized that her foot didn't hurt.
And it should have, if she'd rammed it against the outcropping hard enough to throw her to the ground.
So instead of going on, she went back to the dome and peeled off suit and shoe and sock-and found her foot was completely numb, but black-and-blue where she had slammed it into the unyielding stone.
When she prodded it experimentally, she discovered that her whole foot was numb, from the toes back to the arch. She peeled off her other shoe and sock, and found that her left foot was as numb as her right.
"Decom it," she muttered. This surely meant another check-in with the medic.
Once again she climbed into the claustrophobic little closet at the back of the dome and called up the "doctor."
"Still got pins-and-needles, Tia?" he said cheerfully, as she wriggled on the hard seat.
"No," she replied, "But I've mashed my foot something awful. It's all black-and-blue."
"Put it on the foot-plate, and I'll scan it," the "doctor" replied. "I promise, it won't hurt a bit."
Of course it won't, it doesn't hurt now, she thought resentfully, but did as she was told. she thought resentfully, but did as she was told.
"Well, no bones broken, but you certainly did bruise it!" the "doctor" said after a moment. Then he added archly, "What were you doing, kicking the tutor?"
"No," she muttered. She really hated hated it when the AI program made it get patronizing. "I stubbed it on a rock, outside." it when the AI program made it get patronizing. "I stubbed it on a rock, outside."
"Does it hurt?" the "doctor" continued, oblivious to her resentment.
"No," she said shortly. "It's all numb."
"Well, if it does, I've authorized your bathroom to give you some pills," the "doctor" said with cloying cheer. "Just go right ahead and take them if you need them-you know how to get them."
The screen shut down before she had a chance to say anything else. I guess it isn't anything to worry about, she decided. The AI would have said something otherwise. It'll probably go away.
But it didn't go away, although the bruises healed. Before long she had other bruises, and the numbness of her feet extended to her ankles. But she told herself that the AI had said it would go away, eventually-and anyway, this wasn't so bad, at least when she mashed herself it didn't hurt. hurt.
She continued to play at her own little excavation, the new one-which she had decided was a grave-site. The primitives burned their dead though, and only buried the ashes with their flint-replicas of the sky-G.o.ds' wonderful things-hoping that the dearly departed would be reincarnated as sky-G.o.ds and return in wealth and triumph....
It wasn't as much fun though, without Mum and Dad to talk to; and she was getting kind of tired of the way she kept tripping and falling over the uneven ground at the new "site." She hadn't damaged her new suit yet, but there were sharp rocks that could rip holes even in the tough suit fabric-and if her suit was torn, there would go the promised Family Day.
So, finally, she gave up on it and spent her afternoons inside.
A few nights later, Pota peeked in her room to see if she was still awake.
"I wanted you to know we were still flesh-and-blood and not holos, pumpkin," her mum said, sitting down on the side of her bed. "How are your excavations coming?"
Tia shook her head. "I kept tripping on things, and I didn't want to tear my suit," she explained. "I think that the Flint People must have put a curse on their grave-site. I don't think I should dig there anymore."
Pota chuckled, hugged her, and said, "That could very well be, dear. It never pays to underestimate the power of religion. When the others arrive we'll research their religion and take the curse off, all right?"
"Okay," she replied. She wondered for a moment if she should mention her feet- But Pota kissed her and whisked out the door before she could make up her mind.
Nothing more happened for several days, and she got used to having numb feet. If she was careful to watch where she stepped, and careful never to go barefoot, there really wasn't anything to worry about. And the AI had said said it was something that happened to other children. it was something that happened to other children.
Besides, now Mum and Dad were really really finding important things. In a quick breakfast-holo, a tired but excited Braddon said that what they were uncovering now might mean a whole lot more than just a promotion. It might mean the establishment of a fieldwide reputation. finding important things. In a quick breakfast-holo, a tired but excited Braddon said that what they were uncovering now might mean a whole lot more than just a promotion. It might mean the establishment of a fieldwide reputation.
Just what that meant, exactly, Tia wasn't certain-but there was no doubt that it must be important or Braddon wouldn't have been so excited about it. So she decided that whatever was wrong with her could wait. It wouldn't be long now, and once Mum and Dad weren't involved in this day-and-night frenzy of activity, she could explain everything and they would see to it that the medics gave her the right shot or whatever it was that she needed.
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