Gravity. Part 26

"That's why we have to follow orders," said Griggs. "We stay right where we are." Luther turned to Emma. "Do you go along with this martyr s.h.i.+t?"

"No," she said. "I don't." Griggs looked at her in surprise. "Watson?"

"I'm not thinking about myself," said Emma. "I'm thinking about my patient. Nicolai can't talk, so I have to do it for him.

"I want him in a hospital, Griggs."

"You heard what Houston said."

"What I heard was a lot of confusion. Evac orders being given, then belayed. First they tell us it's Marburg virus. Then they it's not a virus at all, but some new organism cooked up by bioterrorists. I don't know what the h.e.l.l's going on down there. All I know is, my patient isa" She abruptly lowered her voice.

"He's dying," she said softly. "My primary responsibility is to keep him alive."

"And my responsibility is to act as commander of this station," said Griggs. "I have to believe that Houston is calling the shots best they can. They wouldn't put us in this danger unless the situation was truly grave." Emma could not disagree. Mission Control was manned by people she knew, people she trusted. And Jack is there, she thought. There was no human being she trusted more than him.

"Looks like we have data being uplinked," said Diana, glancing at the computer. "It's for Watson." Emma glided across the module to read the message glowing on the screen. It was from NASA Life Sciences.

Dr. Watson, We think you should know exactly what you're dealing witha"what we're all dealing with. This is the DNA a.n.a.lysis of the organism infecting Kenichi Hirai.

Emma called up the attached file.

It took her a moment to mentally process the nucleotide sequence that flowed across the screen. A few minutes more to actually believe the conclusions.

Genes from three different species were on one chromosome.

Leopard frog. Mouse. And human.

"What is this organism?" asked Diana.

Emma said softly, "A new life-form." It was a Frankenstein's monster. An abomination of nature. She suddenly focused on the word "mouse," and she thought, The mice. They were the first to get sick. Over the past week and a they had continued to die. The last time she had checked the cage, only one mouse, a female, was still alive.

She left the hab and headed deeper into the powered-down half of the station.

The U.S. Lab was deep in gloom. She floated across the semidarkness to the animal holding rack. Had the mice been the original carriers for this organism, the vessels in which the been brought aboard ISS? Or were they just the accidental victims, infected through exposure to something else aboard the station?

And was the last mouse alive?

She opened the rack drawer and peered into the cage at the lone resident.

Her heart sank. The mouse was dead.

She had come to think of this female with the chewed-up ear as a fighter, the sc.r.a.ppy survivor who, through sheer orneriness, outlasted its cage mates. Now Emma felt an unexpected pang of grief as she gazed at the lifeless body floating at the far end of cage. Its abdomen already looked bloated. The corpse would have to be removed immediately and discarded with the contaminated trash.

She interfaced the cage to the glove box, inserted her hands into the gloves, and reached in to grab the mouse. The instant fingers closed over it, the corpse suddenly scrabbled to life. Se gave a scream of surprise and released it.

The mouse flipped over and glared at her, whiskers twitching in irritation.

Emma gave a startled laugh. "So you're not dead after all," she murmured.

"Watson!" She turned toward the intercom, which had just spat out her name. "I'm in the lab."

"Get in here! The RSM. Nicolai's seizing!" She flew out of the lab, caroming off walls in the gloom as she shot toward the Russian end. The first thing she saw as she popped into the RSM were the faces of her crewmates, their horror evident even through their goggles. Then they moved aside and she saw Nicolai.

His left arm was jerking spasmodically and with such power the whole restraint board shuddered. The seizures marched down the left side of his body, and his leg began to thrash as well. Now were lurching, thrusting off the board as the seizures continued inexorable march across his body. The jerking intensified, the restraints sc.r.a.ping his skin b.l.o.o.d.y. Emma heard a sickening crack the bones of his left forearm snapped. The right wrist restraint apart, and his arm thrashed unchecked, the back of his hand pummeling the edge of the table, smas.h.i.+ng bones and flesh.

"Hold him still! I'm going to pump him full of Valium!" yelled Emma, frantically rummaging inside the medical kit.

Griggs and Luther each grabbed an arm, but even Luther was not powerful enough to control the unrestrained limb. Nicolai's right arm flew up like a whip, flinging Luther aside. Luther went tumbling, and his foot clipped Diana on the cheek, knocking her goggles askew.

Nicolai's head suddenly slammed backward against the table.

He gasped in a gurgling breath, and his chest bloated up with air. A cough exploded from his throat.

Phlegm sprayed out, catching Diana in the face. She gave a yelp of disgust and released her grip, drifting backward as she wiped her exposed eye.

A globule of blue-green mucus floated past Emma. Encased in that gelatinous ma.s.s was a pearllike kernel. Only as it drifted the luminaire a.s.sembly of the lighting system did Emma realize what she was looking at. When a hen's egg is held in front of a candle flame, the contents can be seen through the sh.e.l.l. Now the luminaire a.s.sembly was acting as the candle, its glow penetrating the kernel's opaque membrane.

Inside, something was moving. Something was alive.

The cardiac monitor squealed. Emma spun around to look at Nicolai, and she saw that he had stopped breathing. A flat line traced across the monitor.

August 16

Jack slipped the comm unit on his head. He was alone in a back room of Mission Control, and this conversation was supposed to be confidential, but he knew that what he and Emma said today would not, in fact, be private. He suspected that all communications were now being monitored by the Air Force and U.S. s.p.a.ce Command.

He said, "Capcom, this is Surgeon. I'm ready for private family conference."

"Roger, Surgeon," said Capcom. "Ground Control, secure air to ground loop." There was a pause, then, "Surgeon, proceed to PFC." Jack's heart was pounding. He took a deep breath and said, "Emma, it's me."

"He might have lived if we'd gotten him home," she said. "He might have had a chance."

"We weren't the ones who stopped the evac! Again and again, NASA's been overruled. We're fighting to get you home, as soon as possible. If you'll just hang ina""

"It won't be soon enough, Jack." She said it quietly.

Matter-of-factly. Her words chilled him to the marrow. "Diana is infected," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"I just ran her amylase level. It's rising. We're watching her now. Waiting for the first symptoms. The stuff flew all over the module. We've cleaned it up, but we're not sure who else was exposed." She paused, and he heard her take a shaky breath. "You know those things you saw inside Andy and Jill? The things you thought were cysts? I sectioned one under the microscope. I've downlinked the images to Life Sciences. They're not cysts, Jack. And they're not spores."

"What are they?"

"They're eggs. Something is inside them. Something is growing."

"Growing? Are you saying they're multicellular?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."

He was stunned. He had a.s.sumed they were dealing with a microbe, nothing larger than a single-celled bacteria. Mankind's deadliest enemies have always been microbiala"bacteria and viruses and protozoa, too small to be seen by the human eye. If Chimera was multicellular, then it was far more advanced than a simple bacteria.

"The one I saw was still unformed," she said. "It was more like aa"a cl.u.s.ter of cells than anything else. But with vascular channels. And contractile movements. As though the whole thing was pulsating, like a culture of myocardial cells."

"Maybe it was a culture. A group of single cells clumped together."

"No. No, I think it was all one organism. And it was still young, still developing."

"Into what?"

"USAMRIID knows," she said. "These things were growing inside Kenichi Hirai's corpse. Digesting his organs. When his disintegrated, they must have been splashed all over that orbiter."

Which the military immediately placed under quarantine, thought Jack, remembering the choppers. The s.p.a.ce-suited men.

"They're growing in Nicolai's corpse as well."

He said, "Jettison his body, Emma! Don't waste any time."

"We're doing it now. Luther's preparing to release the body from the air lock. We have to hope the vacuum of s.p.a.ce will kill this thing. It's a historic event, Jack. The first human burial in s.p.a.ce." She gave a strange laugh, but it quickly choked off into silence.

"Listen to me," he said. "I'm going to bring you home. If I have to ride a G.o.dd.a.m.n rocket myself and come pick you up."

"They won't let us come home. I know that now."

He had never heard such defeat in her voice, and it made him angry. Desperate. "Don't wimp out on me, Emma!"

"I'm only being realistic. I've seen the enemy, Jack. Chimera is a complex multicellular life-form. It moves. It reproduces. It turns our DNA, our genes, against us. If this is a bioengineered organism, some terrorist has just created the perfect weapon."

"Then he must have designed a defense as well. No one unleashes a new weapon without knowing how to protect himself against it."

"A fanatic might. A terrorist whose only interest is in killing peoplea"lots of people. And this thing could do that. Not only it kill, it reproduces. It spreads." She paused. And the sound exhaustion seeped into her voice. "Given those facts, it's clear we won't be coming home." Jack pulled off the comm unit and dropped his head in his hands.

For a long time he sat alone in the room, the sound of Emma's still vivid in his mind. I don't know how to save you, he thought. I don't even know where to begin.

He did not hear the door open. Only when Liz Gianni from Payload Operations said his name did he finally look up.

"We have a name," she said.

He shook his head in bewilderment. "What?"

"I told you, I was going to look up which experiment had to be destroyed because of fungal overgrowth. It turns out it was a cell culture. The princ.i.p.al investigator is a Dr. Helen Koenig, a biologist out in California."

"What about her?"

"She's disappeared. She resigned two weeks ago from the lab at SeaScience where she works. Hasn't been heard from since. And Jack, here's the kicker. I just spoke to someone at SeaScience. He told me that federal investigators raided Koenig's lab on August ninth. They removed all her files."

Jack sat up straight. "What was Koenig's experiment? What kind of cell culture did she send up?"

"A single-celled marine organism. They're called Archaeons."

"It was supposed to be a three-month protocol," said Liz. "A study of how Archaeons multiply in microgravity. The culture began to show some bizarre results. Rapid growth, clump formation. It was multiplying at amazing rates." They were walking along one of the pathways that wound through the JSC campus, past a pond where a fountain sprayed water into the listless air. The day was uncomfortably hot and muggy, but they felt safer talking outside, here, at least, they could speak in private.

"Cells behave differently in s.p.a.ce," said Jack. That, in fact, the reason cultures were grown in orbit. On earth, tissue grows like a sheet, covering the surface of the culture plate. In s.p.a.ce, absence of gravity allows tissues to grow in three dimensions, a.s.suming shapes it can never achieve on earth.

"Considering how exciting these developments were," said Liz, "it's surprising the experiment was abruptly terminated at six and a half weeks."

"Who terminated the experiment?" asked Jack.

"The order came directly from Helen Koenig. Apparently, she a.n.a.lyzed the Archaeon samples which had been returned to earth aboard Atlantis and found them contaminated by fungi. She ordered the culture on ISS destroyed."

"And was it?"

"Yes. But the weird part was how it was destroyed. The crew wasn't allowed to just bag and dispose of it in the contaminated trash, which is what they'd normally do with a nonhazardous organism. No, Koenig told them to put the cultures in the hazardous waste disposal unit and incinerate them. And then to jettison the ash."

Jack stopped on the path and stared at her. "If Dr. Koenig is a bioterrorist, why would she destroy her own weapon?"

"Your guess is as good as mine." He thought about it for a moment, trying to make sense of it, but not coming up with an answer.

"Tell me more about her experiment," he said. "What, exactly, is an Archaeon?"

"Petrovitch and I reviewed the scientific literature. Archaeons a bizarre domain of single-celled organisms called extremophilesa"lovers of extreme conditions. They were discovered only twenty years ago, livinga"and thrivinga"near boiling volcanic vents on sea floor. They've also been found buried in polar ice caps and in rocks deep in the earth's crust. Places we thought life couldn't exist."

"So they're sort of like hardy bacteria?"

"No, they're a completely separate branch of life. Literally, their name means the ancient ones. They're so ancient, their origins date back to the universal ancestor of all life. A time before bacteria existed. Archaeons were some of the first inhabitants of our planet, and they'll probably be the last to survive. No matter what happensa"nuclear war, asteroid impacta"they'll be here, long after we're extinct." She paused. "In a sense, they're earth's ultimate conquerors."

"Are they infectious?"

"No. They're harmless to humans."

"Then this isn't our killer organism."

"But what if something else was in that culture instead? What if she slipped in a different organism just before she s.h.i.+pped us payload? I find it interesting that Helen Koenig vanished just as this crisis was heating up." Jack said nothing for a moment, his thoughts focused on why Helen Koenig would abruptly order her own experiment incinerated.

He remembered what Gordon Obie had said at their meeting.

Perhaps this was not an act of sabotage at all, but something just as frightening. A mistake.

"There's more," said Liz. "Something else about this experiment that raises the red flag for me."

"What?"

"How it got funded. Experiments that come from outside NASA have to compete for room aboard the station. The scientist fills out the OLMSA application, explaining the possible commercial uses for the experiment. It gets reviewed by us and through various committees before we prioritize which ones get launched. The process takes a long timea"at least a year or more."

"How long did the Archaeon application take?"