Anvil Of Stars Part 49

Gopher, like a huge lava bomb from a volcano, riddled with holes impossibly deep and wide, green lights winking in the holes like baleful eyes.

Pebble Two, very much like Pebble One: in fact, exactly alike in every detail.

Blinker still flipping like the display on a cosmic clock, changing its character between three different worlds.

Pebble Three, duplicate of Pebbles One and Two.

Gas Pump, blue green, a slushball of methane and ammonia and hydrogen and helium, its glowing wells tossing billions of tons of volatiles into orbit every hour.

And at the farthest extremes of the system, Magic Lantern, covered with oceans of perfectly smooth water ice, interspersed with polished iron and crystal land ma.s.ses, the land and solid seas studded with black domes hundreds of kilometers across.

Naming Leviathan's fifteen planets did not bring any cheer or sense of control.

Martin hung in his net, watching with half-closed eyes the image of Sleep fill his cabin. Savages canoeing up the Hudson River, walking into New York City. Look up: the skyline. Pad on moccasins down the asphalt streets. Threaten to destroy the city with bows and arrows. Laughing, the mayor invites them into his office. Savages canoeing up the Hudson River, walking into New York City. Look up: the skyline. Pad on moccasins down the asphalt streets. Threaten to destroy the city with bows and arrows. Laughing, the mayor invites them into his office.

On the bridge, Jennifer, Hakim, Cham and Ariel floated at different angles, heads turning toward Martin as he entered. They all wore the same half-terrified expectant look Martin had become familiar with in the past few days.

"Play it back," Cham said. "This is new," Hakim said. "Ten minutes ago." The transmitted voice sounded flat, s.e.xually neutral, a little harsh, diction precise and almost chilly. "h.e.l.lo," it began. "You have entered cooperative areas and are welcome to the gathering of partners."

"Not perfect," Jennifer commented. "But good enough." "Many different kinds of intelligence work and play in union. Your kind may join, or may visit. There are no requirements except peaceful intentions. As you no doubt are aware, the local star group is a dangerous territory, populated by machines and intelligences not of good will. Weapons are not allowed in our neighborhood. If you have any weapons, even defensive weapons of low power, you must notify us and dispose of them under our direction, instructions to follow. Further informative discussions will follow. Is this understood?"

Eye on Sky listened intently to the same message delivered in Brother audio. "It is hollow and smells like s.p.a.ce," he said. "But it is understandable."

"They'll be suspicious if we're completely unarmed," Cham said.

Martin nodded. "I think we should make some weapons and hand them over. Nothing impressive. Defensive projectile weapons, chemical..."

"The s.h.i.+p should have something, too," Erin said.

Martin looked at Ariel. "Lasers," he said.

"Right," she said.

"You direct the mom and snake mother," he said. "We'll need something convincing to hand over or jettison soon. It's time we put on our costumes and start getting used to our roles. In a tenday or so, I think we're going to be in their control..."

Martin asked Eye on Sky, "How do we answer them?"

"Enthusiasm and charm," Eye on Sky said. "We all we must be eager to learn. We all we are young, loving to splash the sh.o.r.e, and they will teach."

Martin smiled. "Who's deceiving the other more?"

Eye on Sky rotated his head in a figure-eight with a particularly equine motion. "We all ourselves, let it be hoped."

There was no time to think. Exhausted, pus.h.i.+ng himself and the others hours past their sleeps, Martin prepared the human crew as best he could, doing what Erin called "hearsing and rehearsing."

The roles they played did not stray too far from truth, but reflected a mixing of cultures, human and Brother, still p.r.i.c.kly with potential conflict-close enough to reality. Tensions were high and human tempers flared as they critiqued each other over long hours, working to perfect their act.

In the charged atmosphere, the Brothers tended to separate without warning, forcing braids to chase down cords, bag them, and lock them in quiet rooms until rea.s.sembly occurred.

Silken Parts apologized to Martin for the inconvenience and confusion; Martin, as always, held his irritation in check...Knowing that humans might do something similar at any time, fight with each other, break into tears, or worse.

But the disa.s.sembling stopped after a few days, and the humans held together remarkably well.

Trojan Horse/Double Seed put on scars from supernova damage: radiation erosion on its outer skin, a crippled drive motor, damaged electronics within. The s.h.i.+p manufactured convincing guns and lasers. Martin locked them away, with only himself and Eye on Sky given the combinations necessary to unlock them. put on scars from supernova damage: radiation erosion on its outer skin, a crippled drive motor, damaged electronics within. The s.h.i.+p manufactured convincing guns and lasers. Martin locked them away, with only himself and Eye on Sky given the combinations necessary to unlock them.

He could hardly keep his eyes off the growing disk of Sleep, drawing faces in the lines of mountains, disquieting patterns in the broad seas. He imagined himself drifting on a raft down rivers a hundred kilometers wide, navigating twisty cracks in the crust between sheer walls of obsidian black and rust red...

A day before noach cut-off with Greyhound, Greyhound, Martin spoke with Hans in private. "We're doing well. We know our roles. Cham and Erin have worked up a primer of human-Brother history. It's pretty entertaining. We'll noach it to you..." Martin spoke with Hans in private. "We're doing well. We know our roles. Cham and Erin have worked up a primer of human-Brother history. It's pretty entertaining. We'll noach it to you..."

"Anything for a little distraction," Hans said. "Giacomo's had a problem. I'd call it a nervous breakdown, but he says it's just exhaustion. He's still trying to riddle what Jennifer sent him."

"She wants to talk with him some more..."

"We'll be in blackout...He's really out of it, Martin."

"What they're doing might be important."

"I'd force him if I could, but he's like a zombie. Anything more and he'll break."

"Then she's on her own for a while," Martin said.

Hans made an ambiguous humph. "I'm feeding you more data from our remotes. The whole system is a circus. Don't tell anybody I said so, but I think we've more than met our match. The moms say they're not going to confuse us with guesses."

"I just can't figure any of it," Hans said. "Wouldn't it be safer for them to destroy all intruders and visitors? Especially after the supernova-they know know something's in the neighborhood." something's in the neighborhood."

"I'm willing to make some guesses," Martin said. "I think they could have destroyed us already, but they're keeping up appearances. If they don't believe our disguise, they still can't be positive it's a disguise. Maybe they're extra cautious, in case we're backed up by something even more powerful."

But no amount of discussion could make them feel any more certain, or any easier.

The s.h.i.+ps' distances grew and blackout with Greyhound, Greyhound, and then with and then with Shrike, Shrike, left them completely on their own. left them completely on their own.

Jennifer began to brood, and spent most of her off-duty time in her quarters, shared with Erin Eire. Martin worried she was on the same course as Giacomo.

The Brothers discovered chess, and it became a release for them. One entire day, all the Brothers aboard Trojan Horse Trojan Horse played chess without eating or sleeping. Losing a game caused a humiliating shock and momentary separation; by the end of the day, to Martin's surprise, cords were playing cords. The cords seemed much better at the game than braids, touching the projected pieces with their claws to make them move, minimized mentalities fully focused, undistracted by organized higher intelligence. played chess without eating or sleeping. Losing a game caused a humiliating shock and momentary separation; by the end of the day, to Martin's surprise, cords were playing cords. The cords seemed much better at the game than braids, touching the projected pieces with their claws to make them move, minimized mentalities fully focused, undistracted by organized higher intelligence. So much for cords having no intellect, So much for cords having no intellect, he thought. he thought.

The first complete communication, face to face, began three days before entering orbit around Sleep. Martin and Eye on Sky stood on the bridge, a flat screen monitor hissing faintly in front of them, a video camera focused on them, befitting their level of technology. Martin almost felt at home with the equipment; like Trojan Horse/ Double Seed, Trojan Horse/ Double Seed, this was something on a human scale, something he could imagine his own people building and doing. this was something on a human scale, something he could imagine his own people building and doing.

The standards for transmission had been established four days before. Communication had been sporadic since; a kind of formality, perhaps an interspecies shyness, wariness, keeping the channels of communication closed most of the time, except for essential information. At this distance, there was an hour delay.

The speaker mounted beside the screen crackled faintly, and then fell into silence as a many-layered digital signal was received and translated. The cool, neutral voice spoke, musical and dry like wind-blown sand. Symbols and numbers pa.s.sed across the screen, to be translated into final orbital adjustments.

"We are speaking to you from the fourth planet," the voice announced. "All is ready now. Our first meeting will occur in orbit. You will be fitted with apparel for a journey to the surface of the fourth planet, as agreed. We are ready to transmit picture as well as sound."

A vivid moving image appeared on the screen. The most human-like of their hosts' species-the crested, pale green being first encountered on Earth as the Death Valley decoy-lifted its miter-shaped head. Three amber eyes arranged in a small triangle on the snout of the miter sank into flesh, reemerged in a kind of blink. The k.n.o.bby shoulders behind the crest moved slowly back and forth. Two six-fingered hands gripped a bar before it.

The miter-head s.h.i.+fted to one side. "We are antic.i.p.ating a physical meeting, and have made equipment to prevent biological contamination. When you enter orbit around the fourth planet, we will learn the qualities of your atmosphere and chemistry, and suit our equipment to your needs. We will tell you how to put your weapons in our safe-keeping before you enter orbit."

Martin froze the last image of the miter-head creature and examined it thoughtfully, gooseb.u.mps rising on his arms. This one shape so symbolized deception and betrayal, but in fact on Earth this creature had spoken a kind of truth, as part of the deadly, playful testing of humanity: it had warned American scientists of coming destruction.

They used it on Earth, they use it still, how many thousands of years since they launched the killer probes? No wasted effort; is their creativity depleted?

The delay still prevented practical two-way communication, but Martin thought it best to maintain an atmosphere of ceremonial observance, as befitted a truly historical occasion: the first communication between intelligent species, for humans and Brothers, since their own meetings centuries in their fict.i.tious past.

The red light on their camera blinked and Martin took a deep breath and delivered his reply: "We are proud to be a part of this meeting. All individuals on Double Seed Double Seed are prepared to follow your instructions. Your civilization seems much more capable than our own, and we entrust ourselves to your superior reasoning and technology." are prepared to follow your instructions. Your civilization seems much more capable than our own, and we entrust ourselves to your superior reasoning and technology." Let them digest and react to humility-or abject innocence. Let them digest and react to humility-or abject innocence.

He stepped aside and let Eye on Sky deliver his message in Brother audio language. Paola stood beside Martin and translated.

"We are most impressed by your partners.h.i.+ps," Eye on Sky said as the camera light blinked. "We have learned to work in partners.h.i.+p ourselves, two very different kinds of life and intelligence, and we have hopes of exchanging useful knowledge."

Hakim turned off the camera. "It is sending," he said. Martin looked around the bridge at Brothers and humans, at the mom and snake mother out of camera range, soon to disappear into the s.h.i.+p's fabric.

Martin could not help thinking of themselves as sacrifices, less Trojan Horse Trojan Horse than trussed lamb waiting for the knife. than trussed lamb waiting for the knife.

He was prepared for that. Death would bring certainty, even an ultimate relaxation. But too many others had gone before them to make the prospect of death in defeat attractive.

William and Theresa. The five billion dead of Earth.

The frozen image of the miter-head creature remained on the screen. Ariel floated beside Martin, swimming against the air with gentle hand motions to stop her axial rotation. "We were taught to hate that thing on the Ark," she observed. "I hope our hatred doesn't show."

"Two hours until our next deceleration," Cham said. "We'll have to be ready-it's going to be four g's and no fields. A big burn."

Eye on Sky and Silken Parts deftly removed a cord apiece and set them down to play chess while they watched. Jennifer, George Dempsey, and Donna Emerald Sea also observed, faces dreamy.

Jennifer said very little now but her eyes were large and her cheeks had hollowed; she slept fitfully, Erin said, and never more than an hour any given time before coming wide awake with a jerk, sometimes a little shriek.

"What did the Killers do to your people when they came?" Ariel asked Dry Skin/Norman. So far, he was the only Brother who had taken a human name, and seemed the most willing to speak about Brother history.

"We our worlds, already in s.p.a.ce, already commerce between worlds, all knew when our moons were taken, planets injected. Death was large and quick. We we made our own escapes. The Benefactors found us and told us the Law." Norman weaved a little, releasing a scent of almonds and turpentine: distressed grief. This was not something any Brother enjoyed talking about.

"We know that much," Ariel said. "But did they try to hide themselves, to...play with you?"

Norman jabbed suddenly with his head at the projected chessboard, and the cords engaged in deep concentration jerked, clacked their claws in agitation, resumed. "No deception, no playing false," Norman said.

"I wonder why?" Ariel asked.

"Why play cat and mouse with us, and not with you?" George Dempsey added.

"Perhaps no learning in we us," Norman said. "Perhaps they already met us our kind before, and knew enough."

"You were stronger and more developed than we were," Cham said. "You actually got away from them."

"But we we hate this as much as you," Norman said, "a hate to ungather a braid for multiple fury."

This was the first time Martin had heard a Brother speak of hatred. His face flushed and his heart raced, hearing these words; humans were not alone in their pa.s.sions. "We're partners," Martin said. "We feel the same way."

"Cords have no hatred of abstractions," Norman said. "We all we must take their example now. They play better chess, no fury, no hate. United, we we become weaker in some ways."

"Hatred is strength," Cham said. "That's what I I feel. Without hating this...without hating feel. Without hating this...without hating them... them..." He bared his teeth like a wolf at the image on the screen. "Let's not underestimate hating."

Norman weaved back and forth and made a smell like burning sugar and cut gra.s.s. "I we believe there is strength in you we we have not. I we say never these thoughts to others, but know we we worry them."

Paola questioned him in crude Brother audio, straining her voice to make the sc.r.a.pes and tones and piped air hums.

"Norman's saying he thinks we might have done better in their situation. Our literature leads him to believe we're better at getting angry. Better at killing."

"I we hope we can learn from you," Norman said.

"I we think we all our aggression suffices," Eye on Sky said, watching his cord push a holographic bishop three squares diagonally.

"How about names for these...creatures or beings or whatever?" Donna asked, breaking the awkward silence that followed. "I have one for it it."

"What?" Paola asked.

"Bishop vulture," Donna said. "Sanctimonious diplomat, eater of carrion. Color of sick vomit."

"Yuck," George Dempsey said.

Jennifer came onto the bridge after a few hours' absence, glanced at the chess game in progress, turned to Martin, and projected a series of charts with her wand.

"They can project false light paths," she said. "They can convert matter to anti-matter at billions of kilometers-maybe up to and beyond our noach limit-and they can disarm neutronium bombs. They have it all, or they want us to think they have it all."

"This is what you worked out with Giacomo?"

"And with the s.h.i.+ps' minds."

"Then we can't do anything to them."

The crew, human and Brother, fell silent.

Jennifer stiffly turned her shoulders with her neck, looking at her crewmates apologetically. "Sorry," she said. "Before the blackout, this is all we could figure, all we could deduce, given what we're seeing."

"Any chance you're wrong?" Ariel said.

"Of course," Jennifer said meekly. "We can always be wrong."

"You say the s.h.i.+ps' minds worked with you," Cham said. "Do they agree?"

"This last part I worked through on my own, after the blackout, after the moms went away, so I can't be sure it would agree," Jennifer said.

"Then there's some hope?" Paola asked plaintively. The Brothers remained silent, weaving like gra.s.s in a soft breeze.

Jennifer bit her lip. "I'm not perfect at this sort of thing," she said.

"But you're d.a.m.ned good," Cham said.

Martin reached for the last thread before the void, if only to keep the crew from something they did not need at all: complete despair. "Can the s.h.i.+ps' minds-on Greyhound Greyhound or or Shrike Shrike-learn from this...advance our technology, add to our defenses, our weapons?"

Jennifer seemed grateful for the suggestion. "That's what we were...I mean, we wouldn't figure this out just to show everybody things were hopeless. We can't do anything on Trojan Horse, Trojan Horse, but I'm hoping Giacomo and the s.h.i.+ps' minds, and all the others Tears broke from her eyelids and drifted in front of her face. She batted at them absently. "There just isn't much time, and we could have figured wrong so many different ways." but I'm hoping Giacomo and the s.h.i.+ps' minds, and all the others Tears broke from her eyelids and drifted in front of her face. She batted at them absently. "There just isn't much time, and we could have figured wrong so many different ways."