Imagination Fully Dilated: Science Fiction Part 11

Stately wore a look of astonishment, as he confirmed the a.n.a.lysis with a ma.s.s spectrometer he kept in the bas.e.m.e.nt. He kept muttering: "Impossible, by all the biochemistry I know, this is impossible."

I looked up at the cavern ceiling that rose five hundred meters above us. This mine had once been filled solid with the semi-precious stone. "Ancestors" "stimulated" indeed.

Angel-lips tapped her teeth with a fingernail. "Doesn't it say in the rental agreement that all possessions left behind in a sharecropper's room become their personal property?"

I looked in at what must have been nearly two tons of gem-grade fluorite and said, "What if he wants to take it with him?"

She rolled her eyes at me and began making mental calculations. Six months later, she had a place of her own, farther out on the rim. A cla.s.sy place, I've visited it a few times. Good pay and benefits, but call me sentimental; I decided to accept Stately's counteroffer of a larger suite and a bigger percentage.

Stately took Angel-lips' defection with savoir-faire. With his usual inventiveness, he invited the alien back for an annual encore, on the house. He sold tickets and made it the best-attended event in this quadrant of the belt.

For it ever was that the s.e.x industry pioneered profiteering. Wasn't it the p.o.r.n industry that drove many of the industrial revolutions of the twentieth, twenty-first, and twenty-second centuries? Robotics was in its infancy, skeletons of steel and gears before Louis Sheppard began the arms race to build a better 'bot.

As for the place, yeah, I still call it Stately's. It's not my name, but like I said, I'm a sentimental guy.

When he sold it to me, I opened up sharecropping to the other races. We even have one of the stranger's cousins on staff for curiosity seekers. He may resurrect the fluorite-mining trade single-handed-or whatever he calls his appendages.

So come on down to Stately's Pleasure Dome. You never know what you'll find, but we guarantee there's a little something for everyone.

Between the Lines

Arinn Dembo

Eventually, after many months of work, the investigators from Naval Intelligence were able to piece together the story from the beginning.

I.Galen Navarek, a boy from the colonies, is brought to Earth for the first time at the age of eight. A luxurious vacation for his parents; nostalgic for their homeworld, they a.s.sume that the trip will also be a treat for their son.

In fact, the visit to Earth is a miserable experience for a child raised in the domes. Natural gravity is a crus.h.i.+ng weight on his body. The thick, unfiltered atmosphere attacks him in several ways; he develops a dozen minor infections and allergic reactions, none of which seem to respond to the standard treatment.

The climate and the crowds oppress him. He complains constantly of noise and headaches.

One morning the Navareks wake to find Galen sprawled unconscious on the bedroom floor. Panicked by his rapid, shallow breathing and unresponsive pupils, they call paramedics. He is taken to the children's hospital in Los Angeles, but the emergency room is flooded by a recent outbreak of Mombasa Fever. Since his condition is judged stable at the time, the boy is placed in a recovery ward with nearly two hundred other children and left until the following day.

In the next bed, a local girl is struggling to breathe. Thera Mendosa has been lucky, according to the doctors; her fever has not entered the toxic phase. They predict a full recovery, with very little organ damage and scarring-only the nerve damage is irrecoverable. As she lies on her side, panting beneath an oxygen mask, she sees the orderlies put Galen down beside her, his mattress only inches from hers in the crowded room. His thin white arms dangle, boneless, from the bed.

For hours he lies with his face turned toward her, his strange wide-open eyes never blinking. Sometime during the night, the older girl reaches out toward him and takes his hand, entwining his fingers with her own.

The next day, Galen is tested by staff from the division of clinical immunology. A senior resident quickly recognizes his symptoms and places a call. Men in black uniforms come to take him away, packing his inert body into a coffin-like case.

Later that day, a homeless boy dies of Mombasa Fever in the same hospital. His coloring and build are roughly similar to that of Galen Navarek, and his features are a red ruin-sixty percent of his skin surface has been ravaged by the angry burst blisters of the terminal fever. The grieving Navareks are guided to a leaded window and shown the corpse lying on a slab. A sad-eyed, weary intern tells them that they cannot have the body for burial at home; his remains are still considered contagious, and quarantine procedures are strict. The boy will be cremated the following morning.

Sasha and Mariid Navarek return to their homestead with a sealed canister of ashes. Galen Navarek is remanded to a training academy on Mars. Thera Mendosa is released from the hospital a few days later; her father and brother roll her out of the hospital in a wheelchair, which will be her only means of locomotion for nearly seven years.

II.

Galen Navarek is an exceptionally gifted student; his talents as an esper always score off the charts. Even with minimal training he shows a profound and detailed clairvoyance, an uncanny grasp of spatial relations, unusual empathic skills as both a transmitter and a receiver, and a powerful coercive ability. His instructors say that he could excel as a pilot or a special interrogator.

Rather than devoting himself seriously to his studies, however, the boy distinguishes himself in the early days of his career at Mars Dome by a series of desertion attempts, which grow increasingly daring and ingenious as the years pa.s.s. Despite punishments which range from solitary confinement to las.h.i.+ng, hisdetermination to escape never wavers-until his final run, at the age of twelve.

During the week of the midterm exams, Navarek coerces a pair of guards to open the doors of the upper cla.s.smen's armory. After clumsily wiping the memories of both men, he steals a slicksuit and seals himself into an outbound weapons container. Loaded into a cargo s.h.i.+p headed for the outer colonies, Galen survives for several days in the thin, sub-zero atmosphere of the hold, using the meditation techniques he has been taught to sustain himself on a minute supply of oxygen and water.

He makes it as far as Port Europa before being caught. After a struggle with three military police, leaving one woman in critical condition, the boy is subdued and returned to Mars in a drug-induced coma.

The academy's esper commander, Captain Spake, is less than amused by Navarek's steady refusal to accept his commission. A list of the boy's known a.s.sociates turns up only a handful of names: the lab partner in a cla.s.s on organic chemistry, the three bunkmates who share his berth, and a non-commissioned officer who gives special instruction in zero-gee combat. All five are deemed non-essential personnel; when young Navarek is brought before Spake, aboard the Captain's personal cruiser in Mars...o...b..t, the twelve-year-old is made to watch while his "friends" are s.p.a.ced one by one.

The Captain a.s.sures him that any further insubordination will result in a similar fate for Sasha and Mariid Navarek, who are still alive and well at the Epsilon colony.

For several years thereafter, Galen pursues his education at Mars Dome with grim determination, pa.s.sing several times as the head of his age division. Over the years, many of his fellow students have become introverted and inclined to isolate themselves. Given their special sensitivity, few of them feel the need to communicate with the spoken word; generally their thoughts and feelings are conveyed with quick telepathic shorthand.

Even among espers, however, Galen's shyness is remarkable. He has been known to go for weeks or months at a time without uttering a sound-even when injured. He avoids even empathic contact, s.h.i.+elding himself from shared jokes and mental intimacy.

The only crack in his infamous reserve is seen on his twenty-first birthday, when a tragic rip-drive accident interrupts the annual Martian Air Review. The AFSFletcher is lost with all hands, tearing a spectacular hole in the violet sky over Mons Olympus with a bizarre misfire of its Jump engine. Flaming debris rains down on the crowd below; most notably, half of the corvette's molten hull drops onto the viewing platform for visiting dignitaries. Several high-ranking officers are lost, including Rear Admiral Spake.

At the evening's mess, the chaplain requests a moment of silence for the departed. Second Lieutenant Navarek is officially reprimanded later for muttering, in the ensuing quiet, "Wish I could have seen his face."

III.

In 2616, a new intern is a.s.signed to the medical staff at Mars Dome. Thera Mendosa is a specialist, trained in the design and fitting of artificial nervous tissue. She has been brought to Mars to a.s.sist the chief medico-engineer as he fits a new generation of stars.h.i.+p pilots with an experimental control system.

At age twenty-eight, Mendosa herself is a striking example of bionic engineering. Half paralyzed and stricken with ataxia in childhood, she's had artificial nerves grafted throughout her legs that allow her towalk and move with unnatural grace. She is introduced to many of the pilots during her tour of the facilities, and quickly becomes a popular topic of telepathic conversation in the mess. More than one young flyer decides to try his rusty speaking skills in the face of her towering, heavy-boned, copper-skinned homeworld beauty . . . but only one stands utterly transfixed when she pa.s.ses, staring at her with eyes gone wide and liquid and black.

Soon thereafter, Lieutenant Galen Navarek shows the first real initiative of his military career, and asks to be considered as a subject for the new experimental airframe. Although reluctant to part with one of his most gifted pilots, the wing commander nevertheless bows to Navarek's request for a letter of recommendation. When brought before a board of inquiry recently, the man chose to ignore the advice of his counsel, and shrugged in the face of hostile questioning. His statement was simple: "Lieutenant Navarek came into my office and said, 'Will you nominate me for the new deep-s.p.a.ce destroyer program?' Since it was the longest sentence I had ever heard him string together, I figured it must be important to him. And there was no question that he had the skills."

Impressed by Navarek's almost surreal apt.i.tude for flight, the selection committee accepts him immediately. During his initial trials, they are also delighted by his rare feel for the rip drive; Navarek never fails a Jump, and can often make several Jumps in one session-a feat that even the most experienced men on the flight line can't match.

When he receives an upgrade to his security clearance, Galen is finally briefed on the details of the new control system. It is immediately clear why so many top guns have washed out of the program at this stage of the game. In order to fly the new deep-s.p.a.ce destroyer, the pilot must have his own nervous system spliced with the wiring of the s.h.i.+p; the procedure will be long, gruesome, painful, and permanent.

If he agrees to it, he will never walk away from his vessel again. He and the AFSFinne Ronne will become a single unit.

When offered the usual grace period to consider his answer, Navarek shakes his head. He signs a number of forms and waivers, receives an honorary rank of Lieutenant Commander, and reports on the following morning to the office of the chief medico-engineer and his new a.s.sistant, Thera Mendosa.

IV.

In the years that follow, the Navy finds many uses for its new fleet of deep-s.p.a.ce destroyers; the Explorer-cla.s.s vessels effectively double the length of the Navy's arm. Able to Jump many light-years at a time and refuel themselves by skimming the upper layers of any convenient gas giant, s.h.i.+ps like the AFS Finne Ronne are used to respond quickly to a turbulent frontier.

Galen sees action in several campaigns against the rebellious outer colonies, but never rises above a rank of Commander. His reluctance to open fire on undefended domes goes on record three times in a decade, limiting his opportunities for promotion.

First contact with the Black Fleet occurs at Kapteyn's Star in the year 2630. Survivors of this first brush with an alien task force report that the enemy s.h.i.+ps were virtually unstoppable, decimating an entire carrier group in minutes. Those who limp away from the action report that the enemy vessels "fight like living things-they just ripped us apart." Although the Navy was able to inflict only minimal damage on the enemy with their own weapons, the s.h.i.+ps destroyed yield a strange, powdery residue, which proves to be of great interest to the Department of Science and Technology.

Over the next few months, several destroyer groups sweep a widening grid of s.p.a.ce, following reports ofthe Black Fleet and searching for its possible base of operations. The enemy does not appear to be aggressive or even unduly interested in the human race; defenseless civilian colonies often see blacks.h.i.+ps pa.s.s within a hundred kilometers without incident, and even wars.h.i.+ps are not attacked if they remain outside a perimeter of several thousand klicks.

Eventually a pattern of migration is deduced, and the Navy's 2nd Flotilla is sent to intercept the Black Fleet at Stein 2051. Over fifty s.h.i.+ps of the line are lost in the battle that follows, among them four deep-s.p.a.ce destroyers-including the AFSFinne Ronne and its pilot, Galen Navarek.

By the time the first relief s.h.i.+ps arrive, three days later, all possible witnesses to the battle are dead. The last survivors of the fleet action have suffocated in their slicksuits, after spending their last hours clinging in vain to floating wreckage, praying for rescue. Recovery crews spend weeks sorting through the flotsam and jetsam of the fleet, trying to piece together the action. Eventually, they are able to account for most of the s.h.i.+ps and personnel lost-but in all the material sorted, over a period of several months, not one fragment of the four missing destroyers is found.

V.

In spring of 2634, dockworkers at the Kapteyn's starbase show the first symptoms of a mysterious malady. It begins with numbness and tingling in the fingertips; the initial symptoms are easily mistaken for carpal tunnel syndrome by the station's medical officer. Over the next few days, however, the sufferers show an increasing lack of coordination. Their fingers and toes take on a bluish tinge. By the end of a week, they return to the sick bay with slurred speech and reflex responses severely diminished; a few days later, the photoreceptors of the eyes have been affected.

The station's doctor, having dismissed many of the first complaints as a union scam, is genuinely alarmed to see that the corneas of several workers have become speckled with black pinp.r.i.c.ks. Those still able to speak describe blurred vision and a strangely distorted color palette-as if the data to the brain had become somehow corrupted.

In a pattern that quickly repeats itself throughout the neighboring systems, the first subjects enter the "crisis phase" of the disease within two weeks. Their eyes turn completely, eerily black-corneas and sclera alike. Spidery blue-black formations become visible beneath the skin, growing darker and darker as the hours pa.s.s. They have psychotic episodes, babbling words and phrases that seem at first to be meaningless nonsense, but are eventually revealed to be typical of the ravings which espers mutter as they descend into s.h.i.+eld shock.

Far too late, the doctor begins performing exploratory surgery on his patients; he is the first to see the crystalline formations of the new contagion under a microscope, wrapped like a crust of black diamonds around the nerve fibers.

When the first victims begin to scream, their brains flooded with information which they can only process as physical pain, the doctor initiates top-level quarantine procedures and sends out a general alert to all systems within hailing distance. Unfortunately, s.h.i.+ps arriving and departing from the starbase in the intervening days have already touched down at a hundred others, spreading the highly communicable disease to every human settlement within a dozen light years. The only thing the man is able to achieve, before his own death a few weeks later, is to give the new plague a name: Kapteyn's Syndrome.

VI.By the time the first cases appear on Earth, three months later, Thera Mendosa has become a high-ranking bionic engineer in Los Angeles. Her father, Theodor Mendosa, is the first member of the family to begin working seriously on a possible treatment for Kapteyn's Syndrome. It is his hope that the nerves destroyed in the course of the infection might eventually be replaced by artificial ones, like those which he once created for his daughter's legs.

Unfortunately, the elder Mendosa is unable to pursue his work for more than a few months before he contracts the Syndrome from one of his patients. Dying, he pa.s.ses on his research to his son, Lorenzo, who continues working on the problem for several weeks until he too falls ill. Thera Mendosa is barred from her brother's bedside in his final days; she watches him die from behind a leaded gla.s.s window, and stands by, swathed in a full anti-contamination suit, while the terms of his last will and testament are carried out.

After seeing her brother's body consigned to a fusion torch, Thera returns to his office to sort out his belongings. She discovers, to her surprise, that Lorenzo Mendosa had abandoned the notion of treating the infection by nerve replacement; he had discovered that the disease would coat and destroy artificial nerve fibers even more quickly than natural ones.

Instead, Lorenzo was performing experiments with the black crystals formed during the course of the infection. According to his notes, he had become interested in their "rectifying properties." His last entries speculate that the formation of the crystals, rather than being an accidental side effect of the bacteria's life process, might be a purpose for which the organism was deliberately designed.

"This bacteria is not the product of natural selection. It's much smaller, more cleverly designed than our own nano-machines, but itwas engineered-I'm sure of it. My instinct tells me that if we could only find the right tuner and output mechanisms for these crystals, we would have a receiver of some kind. The crystals are made to rectify an unknown frequency . . ."

Several days later, Thera Mendosa looks down at her hands and notes the first symptoms of Kapteyn's Syndrome. Quietly she marks the probable date of her death on the calendar beside her, and then turns back to the computer to continue her work.

VII.

On April 17, 2634, Thera Mendosa makes a trip to the Beckman Inst.i.tute to be examined by the city's quarantine authority. As she descends the staircase outside the building, she loses her footing; the nerves of her feet and legs, made of artificial fiber, are succ.u.mbing more quickly to Kapteyn's Syndrome than she had antic.i.p.ated.

The fall is traumatic, resulting in a fractured skull and several internal injuries. As Thera Mendosa lies at the bottom of the stairs, bleeding and unconscious, a rip-portal forms in the air thirty meters above her.

Windows shatter and circuits fuse for a kilometer in all directions as the AFSFinne Ronne emerges from the resulting hole in the sky, hovering low over the streets of Los Angeles.

Witnesses to the event suffer a complete loss of voluntary control over their bodies at this time. A crowd of nearly two hundred people gathers around the p.r.o.ne form of Thera Mendosa and cooperates to build a stretcher for her transport. While theFinne Ronne hovers above them, they carry Mendosa en ma.s.se to the nearby emergency room of Cedars-Sinai Hospital and relay Galen Navarek's psionic commands to the ER staff in a single roar, which emerges from all two hundred throats at once:HELP HER.

NOW.

VIII.

Once the staff of the emergency room has begun treating the injuries of Thera Mendosa, Galen Navarek releases the members of the crowd. Four men and two women collapse immediately, suffering from minor brain hemorrhages; the majority of the rest survive with nothing more than a nosebleed or a black eye to mark the occasion, although several emotional breakdowns are later reported.

A trio of corvettes is dispatched from San Clemente Naval Base; they meet Navarek in the sky over the city. Ordered to stand down, he peacefully surrenders to the smaller s.h.i.+ps and follows the course laid for him. While accompanying the former Commander to the landing field at San Clemente, the crew of the AFSSpruance remark upon the condition of his s.h.i.+p, its hull bleached and warped by exposure to unimaginable extremes of pressure, heat, and cold. The fuselage of theFinne Ronne is also severely dented in a strange corkscrew pattern-as if it had been wound in the grip of a great crus.h.i.+ng tentacle, and then released.

Navarek lands without incident at San Clemente. The base commander sends an immediate request for orders to Mars Dome. TheFinne Ronne , missing and thought to be destroyed for the past three years, is of great interest to the high command. Not only is Galen Navarek the only known survivor of the Battle of Stein 2051, but the Earth's planetary defense systems have measured the energy released by his rip-portal and calculated the distance which the Commander must have Jumped to make his spectacular arrival in Los Angeles. The readings suggest an almost inconceivable fold in s.p.a.ce-time-thousands of light-years traveled in a single bound. If the numbers don't lie, Navarek has made the longest Jump ever recorded.

While coded communications buzz invisibly through the ether between Earth and Mars Dome, the AFS Finne Ronne sits quietly on the pad, its cameras focused on the sea. Forbidden to interact with him in any way, the corvettes cruise nervously on a tight patrol, making slow sweeps over Navarek's head.

Should the Commander attempt to take off, open a weapons port, or activate his rip drive, they are instructed to open fire immediately with their gauss cannons. Although his s.h.i.+p is heavily armored, the three lighter, faster s.h.i.+ps will rip Navarek apart like a pack of dogs if he so much as fires a thruster.

For several hours, the Commander offers no resistance or comment. Only twice does he send a transmission to his captors. Once he requests a channel to the medical library at Bethesda; the base commander, instructed to humor him if necessary, does not allow Navarek to access the system himself, but freely uploads all the available information on Kapteyn's Syndrome to theFinne Ronne 's computer.

Some time later, a private message is sent to the pilot of the AFS Briscoe. Recorded for posterity, Navarek's voice is a string of metallic syllables, haltingly strung together . . . as if by a man struggling to recall the English language: "The lit-tle . . . black . . . birds . . . with gray . . . faces. What . . . are they . . .

called?"

Relaying the message to her commanding officer, the pilot of the Briscoe is eventually ordered to give the following answer: "Finne Ronne, your little gray bird is probably the San Clemente loggerhead shrike.

It's a rare subspecies. The entire breeding population is only about fifty birds, and they all live on this one island."

"Thank . . . you," says Navarek, and falls silent once more.IX.

A contingent from Mars Dome arrives the following day, led by Vice Admiral William Bishop, commander of the home defense fleet. Bishop's chief of security, Captain Castavet, is dispatched to the surface to take Galen Navarek into custody.

Castavet is a careful man, not given to charge blindly into the unknown. Before making his way to San Clemente Island, he lands in Los Angeles and visits the site of Navarek's spectacular rip. His team quickly goes to work, tracking down and interviewing a number of witnesses. Within a few hours Castavet has gathered all planetary and military records on Thera Mendosa, and received official permission to have the woman interrogated.

Captain Castavet and his team arrive at Cedars-Sinai at 12:15 p.m. on the afternoon of April 19th. Citing his credentials as an officer of the home defense fleet, Castavet gains access to the new ward for victims of Kapteyn's Syndrome. Thera Mendosa is still comatose as a result of her injuries; nonetheless, the Captain orders his adjutant, Leiko Juzo, to perform a terminal scan of the woman's mind.

Julianna Neal, the nurse on duty, displays an unfortunate grasp of professional ethics at this moment. She attempts to intervene, and prevent Lieutenant-Commander Juzo from administering the necessary interrogation drugs through her patient's IV. Unwilling to wait for a review of his clearance, Captain Castavet shoots the RN in the back before she can reach the intercom to call hospital security, and orders Juzo to proceed.

Nevertheless, the resulting scan does not go as planned. When Leiko Juzo makes contact with the mind of the unconscious woman, she is met with a powerful psionic defense. Juzo's interrogation technique, designed to scour the subject's mind and leave it tabula rasa, is somehow turned on the interrogator herself. Instead of gathering information from her intended victim, Leiko Juzo is reduced to the level of an autistic infant in a matter of seconds.

Deprived of a valuable member of his command staff, unwilling to risk further exposure to Kapteyn's Syndrome, and uncertain of how dangerous the Mendosa woman might be to those in her immediate vicinity, Castavet retreats from the room, dragging Juzo with him. He leaves Thera, still seemingly asleep, under heavy guard. At 12:30 p.m. he returns to his cruiser to make a report to Admiral Bishop.

X.

At 3:00 p.m. on the same afternoon, Castavet's cruiser group rips open the sky over San Clemente. The corvettes a.s.signed to guard theFinne Ronne are not warned in advance of the planned a.s.sault; caught in a sudden hurricane of wind and energy, all three s.h.i.+ps are hurled violently aside and smashed to pieces on the beach, killing their crews instantly.

As the fighters begin a rain of flash bombs onto the pad below, a surge of energy is detected aboard the Finne Ronne . Fearing that Navarek is about to cook off the destroyer's fusion reactor, Castavet opens up with the starboard gun of his command s.h.i.+p. A ten gigawatt x-ray laser lances down through the clouds like a burning spear, carving neatly through the fuselage of theFinne Ronne and severing all connection between the c.o.c.kpit and the rest of the craft.

Certain that his prey can offer no further resistance, Castavet sends in a recovery team to pull the Commander from his gutted s.h.i.+p. The engineers approach the smoldering wreck of theFinne Ronnecautiously, dousing fires as they go. Within moments of entering the gaping black breach in the s.h.i.+p's hull, they discover that Galen Navarek has eluded them: half the s.h.i.+p's interior has disappeared, including the c.o.c.kpit and most of the engine room.

Meanwhile, at Cedars-Sinai, a sudden explosion rocks the hospital. Gla.s.s shatters throughout the structure, and a ma.s.sive surge of electricity tears through the building. The KS ward proves to be the epicenter of the blast. Firemen arriving on the scene a few minutes later find that the entire third floor has been destroyed. Sixteen staff and eight patients have been killed; a hundred more are injured. Only the occupants of a single room seem to have been spared: Thera Mendosa, still lying comatose in her hospital bed, and the strange, terribly wasted torso of a quadruple amputee.

The man's case of Kapteyn's Syndrome is extremely advanced, so profound that every inch of his skin has turned jet black. Tangled nests of twisted, spitting wire trail from the ports along his spine, and bundles of wire emerge from his eye sockets, ears, and temples. The firefighters a.s.sume that he must have been thrown onto the woman's bed by accident, caught in the fury of the blast, but it takes them several minutes to disentangle the woman's body from those wires; they entwine her arms and legs like clinging vines, and sometimes penetrate her skin so deeply that they must be clipped away, in order to separate the two.

XI.

Within the hour, Captain Castavet receives word of the events at Cedars-Sinai. Impatient, he forces his pilots to Jump a second time, emerging in the high clouds over the city with a shattering boom.

As he prepares to close on Navarek's last known position, Castavet receives an emergency burst from the home defense fleet. Rip-portals are being detected throughout the system. Over a hundred have appeared in low Earth orbit alone, and the energy pouring from these rips is beyond calculation.

The transmission ends abruptly with a scream of static. Castavet looks up from the deck of his cruiser to see a dozen red wounds open in the blue sky above him: the Black Fleet has arrived.

Throughout the solar system, espers and KS patients alike suddenly freeze in place, like puppets operated by a single hand. Weeping tears of blood, they turn without exception to the nearest unaffected party and open their mouths to speak with the same terrible, resonant voice: WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS LITTLE BROTHER?.

XII.

In the following conflict, later known as the Three Minutes' War, most of the home defense fleet is destroyed. The Earth's planetary defenses are left an orbiting layer of crumpled debris, and several military installations surrounding the city of Los Angeles are reduced to steaming pools of green gla.s.s.