Anvil Of Stars Part 59
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"You've been right so far," Martin said.
"Don't hold it against me," Ariel said.
He shook his head. "Never."
"He's taken our rights away," she said, rather irrelevantly, Martin thought.
Super acceleration ceased two hours later. Martin had barely regained his wits when the s.h.i.+p's voice said, "First attack repelled. We are being followed."
"What in h.e.l.l has happened?" Martin asked, trying to kick-start his brain by shaking his head, stretching his body in the directionless weightless meaningless walled-in cubicle.
Another voice, Hans caught in the middle of a triumphant yell. Ariel gave a small shriek like a doomed rabbit.
"We're doing it, Martin! Trojan Horse Trojan Horse has gotten the h.e.l.l away and split up. We haven't forgotten you. We're keeping track of you. But you're being followed." has gotten the h.e.l.l away and split up. We haven't forgotten you. We're keeping track of you. But you're being followed."
The cubicle lacked screen or star sphere. "Show us something, tell us what's going on!" Martin cried.
The s.h.i.+p tried to speak, but Hans interrupted. "We've gone black, made our moves. Sorry about not telling you." As casual as that. Sorry about not telling you. Sorry about not telling you.
"What the h.e.l.l is happening, Hans?"
Ariel pushed herself into a corner as if to stay out of his way.
"Trojan Horse broke up and split. Something's following you. It sure isn't bothering to hide, and it's right on your a.s.s. You and two others are all they've managed to tail. I'd say they're using you to try to find something bigger. If you don't lead them to us-and you won't, my friend-you're dust." broke up and split. Something's following you. It sure isn't bothering to hide, and it's right on your a.s.s. You and two others are all they've managed to tail. I'd say they're using you to try to find something bigger. If you don't lead them to us-and you won't, my friend-you're dust."
"We have broken this vessel into ten units and accelerated them in different directions outward from Leviathan," the s.h.i.+p's voice said, almost irrelevantly at this point.
We are still more valuable as clues to where the big s.h.i.+ps are. They know us. They know our psychology; they figured it out right away, that we wouldn't deliberately sacrifice ourselves, that at some point a rescue would be attempted.
"Hold on a moment," Hans said.
Ariel reached out a hand and Martin took it. "He's going to sacrifice us," she said.
"Show me something," Martin told the s.h.i.+p, whatever kind of s.h.i.+p it was, whatever size. "Show me the outside. What's following us."
A small screen appeared against one wall. A white sphere filled the screen, pocked by glowing blue dots.
"Harpal has your tagalong's coordinates," Hans said. "We'll get it. You should see this, Martin. It is in-credible! in-credible!"
The white sphere blistered like a plastic ball hit by a torch. The blisters spread open and the sphere diminished. Curls of darkness blanked the whirling stars, streaming from the sphere, reaching toward them.
"Super acceleration," the s.h.i.+p's voice said. Fields seized again, and Martin screamed. The scream was forbidden and died as a hollow glurp in his throat.
He heard and saw again an unknown time later.
Harpal's voice in his ears. "We got your dog, Martin. Thought you should know."
They have Gauge on Greyhound. Greyhound. My dog is waiting for me? No- My dog is waiting for me? No- "We noached it straight to h.e.l.l," Harpal said. "It's a beautiful streamer of plasma about fifty thousand klicks long. Christ, these weapons are unbelievable! unbelievable!"
The craft following them had vanished. In its place wafted a wide, striated shower of glowing debris, each piece fanning out in a straight line, vapors like rays of sun through clouds.
Martin still held Ariel's hand. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked at him with an expression of intense grief.
"You're safe for the time being," Harpal said. "You're really rocketing. Can't talk now. They haven't pinned us yet, but they're trying, wow are they trying..."
Silence, long minutes, before Martin realized the noach message had ended.
Martin let go of Ariel's hand.
"They're doing it, aren't they?" she said.
Martin nodded. "They divided Trojan Horse Trojan Horse."
"Who?"
"I didn't give any order. The moms. The s.h.i.+p itself."
"We're out of the action. Hans screwed you over double," she said.
Martin shook his head. "What?"
"By not letting you do the Job with him. And by cutting all of us out of the decision." She turned away. "Will they pick us up?"
"I don't know."
Magnified images: a rocky planet, Lawn, sparkling fire snaking over its surface. Greater magnification: strange superheated forests burning like carpets of magnesium, ribbons of shredded land rising as if cut from paper, something moving over the surface, dark and immense, not a shadow, more like a finger drawing chaos in the rock.
Another: Big City, the finger moving yet again. G.o.d's finger taking vengeance. G.o.d's finger taking vengeance.
Much smaller in the screen, another rocky world, not immediately familiar to Martin, this one dying in a particularly violent display, throwing chunks of itself into darkness as if being chewed apart by immense beasts.
"Blinker," the s.h.i.+p's voice said. "It will consume itself. Nothing living or ordered will survive."
"How?" Martin asked. "How can we do this?"
"Remote manipulation of forces within atomic nuclei," the s.h.i.+p's voice said. "Blinker is particularly vulnerable, as a noach station of immense power. Greyhound Greyhound has found the main weakness, and exploited it." has found the main weakness, and exploited it."
"How much can Greyhound Greyhound destroy?" Martin asked. destroy?" Martin asked.
"Uncertain. Defenses are not fully deployed."
Sleep appeared, surrounded by immense seeds with brushy tops, much like those released from Puffball, reminding Martin of immune response in humans, although on an astronomical scale. "Explain."
"Not clear. White objects in orbit around this world may try to confuse targeting of noach weapons."
Noach weapons. Confirmed.
A haze as fine as dust in air spread out with incredible speed-visible even on this scale-from the scattered seed-puffs. A seed-puff's crown glowed brilliant orange, then faded to green and vanished, leaving the thousand-kilometer "stem" to precess slowly. Another headless stem, coming into view, as the minutes pa.s.sed, around the limb of Sleep, fell toward the planet. Its lower extremity touched atmosphere. Slowly, slowly, across more minutes, the stem bent over and laid itself in the atmosphere and across the surface, surrounded by ripples of mixed crust and ocean, all vapor now, glowing dull red with bursts of pink and white.
Soon all of Sleep became enveloped in a nacreous halo, plasma thousands of kilometers thick turning it into a dim star. Radiation scoured the surface; falling seed-puffs stirred it like mud, a mud of continents and oceans.
Martin could not believe that Greyhound Greyhound alone was responsible for this. alone was responsible for this.
"Are we getting help...from somebody outside?" he asked, face pale. Memories of watching Earth. Same scale, but even more destruction. Memories of watching Earth. Same scale, but even more destruction.
"There are no other combatants," the s.h.i.+p's voice said.
Gas Pump showed in the display now, immense plumes of mined volatiles spreading out of control, white plasma shooting through, green and blue surfaces turning muddy yellow.
"What can we do?" Martin asked.
"Escape is our only option," the s.h.i.+p's voice said.
Martin's fingers curled. Ariel wrapped her arms around herself, watching with haunted eyes.
Hours.
Neither Martin nor Ariel expressed hunger, but they were fed anyway, a meager paste that tasted of nothing in particular.
The display projected their path across a diagram of the system. They were actually moving closer to the star at this point, but a journey across the width of the system would take them almost three days, through the thick of the battle, across the orbits of thousands of vehicles they had never had time to catalog or examine, whose purposes they might never know.
"Are we going to accelerate again?" Martin asked.
"All fuel is expended," the s.h.i.+p's voice said. "Reserves are for keeping you alive."
During his thousands of hours of research into war and human history, Martin had read about a man with a striking name-Ensign George Gay. Ensign Gay had flown an airplane in the Battle of Midway, during the Second World War. He had been shot down, and had floated for hours in the midst of s.h.i.+ps and planes trying to destroy each other.
"How long is it going to take?" Ariel asked.
"The war? I don't know. Could be weeks. Months."
"It doesn't look like it will take nearly that long. I'm tired." She sounded like a child.
Martin cradled her in his arms.
Number eight, the gas giant Mixer expanding like a sick, bruised balloon, sh.e.l.l upon sh.e.l.l of brilliant gases like the petals of flowers. Thousands of years of construction and technology and how many individuals, how many beings even more developed than the staircase G.o.ds? Imagine so many possibilities not shown. Who is winning Eat sleep share a part of the wall that sucks away our wastes s.h.i.+p no larger than an automobile How many survived from Trojan Horse Trojan Horse Most of the seed-puffs gone now exhausted or served their purpose. Four worlds dead or dying, others under siege. G.o.d the power. What will we do after, knowing this? Maybe Hans is right they will snuff us.
Gas giants ripping apart in slow motion can it be we did this? They are like suns now, spinning tails of brilliance from poles and equator, prominences. Did Hans know we could do this
No messages and two days have pa.s.sed. We sweep away from Leviathan. Sleep much of the time, eat rarely now, there is no s.p.a.ce to exercise. Breathe slowly, watching worlds writhe and die across hours and days.
All the rocky planets and moons seething surfaces uniform deep red All! All! Jesus, ALL of them!
Ariel leaned over him, hand on his shoulder. "I can't get the s.h.i.+p to talk," she told him. "It won't answer."
Martin tried. Still no answer.
"That means we're going to die, doesn't it?"
"I hope not," he said.
Ariel pounded a fist on the gray wall. "Hey! Talk to us!"
No images no information. Try exercising, pus.h.i.+ng against each other, feet to feet, wrestling she is almost as strong as I am strain a muscle.
Tell her I'm dreaming more now of Earth. Of forests and rivers, of our house in the woods in Oregon with the broad patio. My toys, soldiers my parents bought me. We talk until we get thirsty. Trickle of water from the wall, wastes still sucked away something is working but the mom does not speak and we can t see anything outside. Sleep most of the time and talk of s.p.a.ces outside, times past, places gone.
Getting cold actually now. We hug each other but no energy left to exercise. Saw Theodore in the cabin playing cards with himself. Smiled at me. Offered a deck to me. Maybe he s a ghost and the dead are going to greet us soon.
Such a great tide of dead rising from this place, trillions we've killed. What do staircase G.o.ds look like reporting to the afterlife, already stripped of material bodies? No battlefield so crowded with dead in long lines and we stand in queue waiting our turn to be inspected pa.s.sed through. Salamander and Frog ahead of me; the babar and sharks up ahead, looking angrily at us. Don't get too close to them don't want fights in line Theodore says.
"Martin, wake up. There's a little water now. Drink."
"Did you have yours?" he asked.
"I've had mine. Drink."
He sucked globules from the air. One got in his eye, burned a little. The water didn't taste good. But it was wet.
No food.
For some time, Martin felt no hunger, until he saw Ariel looking visibly thinner, and felt hungry in her place, for she did not complain.
"It's been at least six days," Martin said.
"It's been eight days exactly."
"How do you know?"
She held up her right hand and pointed to the middle finger. "Eight. I trim my fingernails with my teeth. See? These two are long."
Are my parents dead? How would I know? Maybe we'll meet them soon. Is Rosa in this line? I see her. Won't look at me, won't give up her place to come talk to me. Theodore goes over to talk with her. He doesn't care about his place.
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