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by Jack McDevitt


  He trained the spotlights at the top of what he had come to think of as Vincenti Hill, and the lander came into view. “We’ll leave them on for now,” he said, “and shut them down when we’re coming back, so they don’t blind everybody. It’ll be slippery out there, so be careful.”

  The air lock opened, and Jake stepped down onto the ice. The others followed, and they pulled the pallet out of storage. Tony insisted on carrying it.

  Samantha wore a blue jumpsuit. She was rotating her shoulders. “I see what you mean about the gravity,” she said.

  Mary’s voice broke in from the Venture: “Be careful, guys.”

  “We will,” said Samantha.

  Jake switched on a wrist light and took the lead. The darkness was oppressive. Midnight World. Priscilla had it right. “This way,” he said, starting the uphill trek. A mild breeze sprang up behind them and pushed him gently, as if urging him forward.

  * * *

  THE LANDER GLOWED in the spotlights. Samantha circled it, looking for damage. She didn’t find much they didn’t already know about. Then she opened the hatch and, followed by Tony, went inside. Jake heard Tony react when he saw Otto. Jake preferred the wind to the grisly interior, so he waited where he was.

  Lights moved around inside. After a few minutes, Samantha came back out. She stood looking at the lander, then lifted her eyes to the sky.

  Jake went in. He and Tony picked up the body and carried it out. Tony lost his footing coming through the air lock, staggered against the hull, and almost went down. Samantha, fortunately, grabbed his shoulder and steadied him. “Careful,” she said.

  They laid the body on the pallet.

  “Pity,” said Samantha. “He was a likable kid. With a bright future. Now all he gets is his name on a wall.”

  Jake’s footprints from the earlier mission were still visible. “Doesn’t snow much here, does it?” said Samantha.

  “I guess not. At least not in this area.”

  “What’s really odd,” said Denise, “is that, if nothing else, the wind would have filled them in. We’ve got some wind now, and it’s moving the snow around. Does it only blow when somebody’s here?”

  “The snow has a crust,” said Samantha. “That might have been enough to keep it in place. When you got here before, Jake, did you see any prints of any kind? Anything to indicate anybody else, anything else, might have been here?”

  “No,” he said. “I didn’t see anything unusual.”

  “Okay.” She looked down at Otto. “I guess that’s all we can do here. You guys ready to roll?”

  The spotlights atop the lander were in their eyes now. Jake turned them off. He and Tony picked up the pallet, and they started back down the slope. The cabin lights looked warm and comfortable.

  * * *

  JAKE HAD A hard time keeping his balance while he helped carry Otto. Moreover, a sudden wind that blew up behind them didn’t make things easier. “Maybe,” he said, “your buddy is trying to help.”

  Samantha let the remark pass without comment.

  The steepest part of the descent came during the first ten minutes. Samantha led the way, testing the ground as she went, warning Tony and Jake where the going was especially slippery. About halfway down, Tony’s feet went out from under him. Denise grabbed hold of him and the pallet but only became part of the general spill. All three plus the body went tumbling.

  “What happened?” asked Mary, speaking from the Venture. “You guys okay?”

  “Just a minor accident,” said Samantha. “We’re fine.”

  They put Otto’s body back on the pallet and started again. And they got a break: The wind eased off.

  * * *

  FOR THE LOCATION of the shelter, Samantha picked a strip of flat land along the edge of a grid on the opposite side of the planet, not far from the south pole. “Denise,” she said, “you stay with the ship.”

  The grids themselves did not seem to be laid out in any discernible pattern. There were hundreds of them, scattered randomly around the globe. The one Samantha chose was not special in any way. It was about average size, a square block of ground approximately ten kilometers on a side. She’d based her decision on two factors: It was an easy place to bring the lander down. And they had visibility in all directions.

  Moving the shelter down required three flights. The first two carried the exterior shells and interior necessities for four cubicles. Brandon Eliot took over, with Samantha to assist, and the four structures were assembled and connected when Jake got back with the final load. “How’d you get it done so quickly?” he asked.

  Brandon shrugged. “All you have to do is attach a generator to the packages. Turn it on and the modules assemble themselves.” Two would provide sleeping quarters, and the third one gave them a pair of washrooms. All three connected to the fourth—the largest—which functioned as an operations center/common room/dining area.

  The third shipment brought chairs, tables, cots, and general supplies, much of it packed in plastic containers. Brandon, assisted by Jake, connected air and water tanks, an AI, and installed the mechanicals. Tony filled the water tanks. They placed a radio antenna on a nearby hilltop and an imager on the roof of the operations center. And they added some outside lights, so the base would be visible. “We want to be sure nobody gets lost,” Samantha told Jake.

  When they finished, they staggered inside, closed the hatches, pumped air into the structure, turned off their Flickinger fields, stacked a few empty containers, and collapsed into the chairs and cots. The ops center had two large windows. The grid outside glittered in the starlight. It was just after 8:00 P.M. ship time, and Brandon’s automated kitchen provided a round of meals.

  They congratulated Brandon on the quality of the food. But Jake suspected that what really fueled a generally happy mood was being sheltered from the cold, dismal climate. “All we need,” said Tony, “is a fireplace.”

  “What’s next?” asked Mary, as they finished eating.

  Samantha could barely contain her excitement. “We have the same pattern of signals that Jake thinks got a reply from whatever’s out there. We’re going to try to take that a step further.”

  “In what way?” asked Brandon.

  “Let’s talk about it tomorrow when we’re awake. But I think right now it would be a good idea to crash—”

  * * *

  JAKE HAD TROUBLE sleeping. He kept waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, he got up and wandered into the ops center. Light snow was falling. Someone was seated in the dark. He wasn’t sure who it was. “Awake?” he whispered.

  “Hi, Jake.” It was Samantha.

  He sat down beside her. “I wonder how much snow we’ll get?”

  She smiled. “We don’t care now. The shelter’s up and running.”

  He watched the flakes drifting against the Plexiglas. “I’ve been thinking about your theory.”

  “That the atmosphere is alive?”

  “That it’s a global creature of some sort. Is that really what you meant?”

  “I think that’s a possible outcome.”

  “Just one of its kind?”

  “Yes. Probably.”

  “How does it reproduce? Like an amoeba?”

  “My guess would be that it doesn’t.”

  “It would have to, wouldn’t it?”

  “Not really. The thing might not age.”

  “That can’t be right.”

  “Why not?”

  “That would mean it’s been out here alone for millions of years.”

  “Maybe hundreds of millions.”

  “My God, Samantha. If that were true, it would be deranged. This thing actually seems pretty friendly.”

  “Jake, if we’re right, it’s probably always been alone. Even when it had a sun. It’s not hard to understand why it might appreciate some company.”

  * * *

  HE WOKE IN absolute darkness. There was a window, but he couldn’t see it. Where the hell were the stars? He got up and tu
rned on a light. The window was covered with snow.

  Samantha was gone. He checked the time. Four hours had passed.

  He sat back down and stared at the window.

  What the hell was going on?

  He pulled on the Flickinger gear, let himself into the lock, and closed it. The lights came on. He activated the field, and, when decompression was complete, pushed on the outer hatch. It moved slightly. But there was resistance on the other side.

  He let go and stood staring at it.

  He couldn’t resist laughing. The life-form that Samantha had talked about was standing out there holding the hatch shut. Hello, World Sentience. How are you?

  All right. What had happened, of course, was that they’d had more snow than anticipated. It was up over the windows and now it was blocking the exit. He pushed on the hatch again, this time with a more determined effort. It moved, and some flakes fell into the air lock. Another shove produced still more flakes.

  He tried to pull the hatch shut, but the snow blocked it. It was a bad moment: Until he could close up, he couldn’t retreat back into the shelter.

  He heard a woman’s voice. It was muffled. Then his link activated. “Who’s in the air lock?” It was Mary.

  “I am,” he said.

  “Jake, what are you doing in there?”

  “I’m stuck.”

  “Stuck? What happened?”

  “Take a look at the windows.”

  He scuffed more snow out of the way, kicked it into the chamber, and pulled on the hatch again. After a moment and some more tugging and kicking, it closed. “Holy cats,” said Mary. “Are we buried?”

  Jake began decompression. “I’d say so, yes?”

  “Can you get out of there?”

  “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  * * *

  “TRAPPED IN AN air lock,” said Tony as Jake came through the hatch. “Never heard of that happening to anyone before.” The comment created a painful echo.

  “Okay,” said Samantha, “we have to get a sense of where we are. The snow is above every window in the place. Let’s hope it was just a storm and not some sort of avalanche.”

  “Couldn’t very well be an avalanche,” said Brandon. “We’re on flat ground.”

  “We need a shovel,” Jake said.

  Brandon shook his head. “We don’t have one.”

  “Sure we do.” Jake picked up a couple of the lids that had come with the plastic containers. “We’ll go into the air lock, open the hatch as much as we can, and start dragging the snow inside until we clear some space. But there’s only room for one person.” He glanced over at Brandon. “Can we decompress the entire cubicle so we can open both hatches together? That would make it a lot easier.”

  “We can do that,” he said.

  “Okay.” Samantha sounded exasperated. “Let’s get to it.”

  * * *

  THEY TOOK TURNS digging with the lids, dumped the snow into the containers, and hauled it to one of the showers. Eventually they got outside the cubicle, but they were still buried. When finally they broke through and saw stars again, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” Mary said.

  But it was Samantha, climbing out of the hole and in the effort pulling more snow in on top of them, who stopped dead when she got clear. “I don’t believe this,” she said. Her voice shook.

  They were standing on a mound of snow that covered the four cubicles but nothing else. The ground beyond it was as bare as it had been when they’d arrived. The grid was still clear. The lander, parked only meters away, showed only a light dusting of snow.

  “What the hell’s going on?” said Brandon.

  Somebody was breathing hard.

  “Not possible,” said Mary.

  Jake slid down and went over to look at the lander. “Is it okay?” asked Brandon. “Any damage?”

  “No,” Jake said. “At least nothing I can see.”

  Tony was looking up at the sky. It was clear. No clouds. No sign of a storm. “Somebody doesn’t like us,” he said.

  Mary climbed down off the mound. “You were right, Samantha. There really is some sort of global force here.”

  “You wanted to find a way to communicate,” Jake said. “I think we did.”

  “What do we do now?” asked Mary.

  Samantha delivered a sad smile. “Anybody here who didn’t get the message?”

  Chapter 50

  EVEN IF ONE excludes the monument, Iapetus easily qualifies as the strangest moon in the solar system. One side of it is dark, the other light. It has a crunched appearance, as if something had squeezed it. It is the only one of Saturn’s satellites that, because of its distance and the angle of its orbit, actually provides a decent view of the rings. But these elements shrink in contrast to its oddest feature: a ridge rising from the equator that almost completely circles the moon. It’s fourteen hundred kilometers long and twenty wide. At its highest, it reaches an altitude of eleven and a half kilometers, making it the tallest mountain range in the solar system.

  Even stranger, three parallel ridges run beside it.

  “How did that happen?” asked Devlin.

  “It’s a bit much for me,” Priscilla said. She brought the explanation up on the display, but it was complicated, connected with a more rapid rotation millions of years ago.

  Devlin looked at it and shook his head. “Incredible.”

  As they drew closer, McGruder came onto the bridge and took the right-hand seat. He wore a pullover and shorts, dressed for a day on the boardwalk. “You know, Priscilla,” he said, “if I had my life to live over, I think I’d apply for pilot training. For interstellars.”

  “As opposed,” she said, “to being president of the NAU?”

  “Ah, yes,” he said. “I think so. In fact, to start with, I’m not sure any sane person would want to be president. I understand what you’re saying. But the truth is I’d rather have your job. You run around, you get to see places like this, and you go where no one’s ever been before.” He sat for a few seconds, simply breathing. “I envy you,” he said.

  She thought of herself primarily as a staff assistant who checked maintenance records and conducted guided tours, but she let it go. Maybe she should stop feeling sorry for herself. If nothing else, she was on the Wheel, and she was getting some flight opportunities. “You know,” she said, “you may be right, Governor.”

  He looked out at the approaching moon. At the dark-tinted surface. It would have been easy to conclude that the sunlight was being blocked by a black cloud. Except, of course, there was no cloud. “You know where it is?” he asked.

  “You mean the monument?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s in a flat plain near the Persechetti Crater.”

  “The Persechetti Crater?”

  “It’s named for the person who did the bulk of the theoretical work about the moon. She more or less locked down why it has the two color tones and why it has an angled orbit.”

  “You’re pretty knowledgeable, Priscilla.”

  She smiled. “Actually, I’ve been reading about it all morning.”

  “And you’re honest, besides. May I suggest you not seek a career in politics.”

  * * *

  DEVLIN AND THE Secret Service guys had worn Flickinger units before. (That, obviously, was why Cornelius and Michael had gotten the assignment.) Priscilla ran over the basics with Vesta and McGruder. When she was satisfied they wouldn’t kill themselves, they got into the lander and waited for the optimum launch time. Vesta appeared uncomfortable. She denied having a problem but finally admitted that the lander seemed very small. “Is it really reliable?” she asked.

  “It’s fine, Vesta,” said Priscilla. “We never have problems with landers.”

  The campaign manager looked skeptical. Pale. “Wasn’t that the problem at Teegarden?” she asked. “Their lander wouldn’t start?”

  Priscilla managed a smile. “Well, almost never. But we’re close to home, just in case.�


  “It’s all right,” said the governor. “We wouldn’t be doing this if there were any danger. But, if you want, Vesta, you can stay with the ship.”

  “No.” She was pulling herself together. “I wouldn’t want to miss this. Anyhow, if something happens to you, the rest of us better not even think about going home.”

  Devlin climbed back outside the vehicle and began taking shots of the lander and of Priscilla at the controls and of the governor seated beside her. As launch time approached, he got back in, and she started to depressurize the cargo bay.

  When the process was complete, the launch doors opened, and the lander slipped out into the night. Vesta breathed a long ohhhhh, then held her breath as Priscilla took them down.

  * * *

  IAPETUS LIVES IN perpetual twilight. The distant sun is little more than an extremely bright star. The moon is riddled with crags and mountains and impact craters. Pole to pole, the terrain is rugged. There’s not much flat ground anywhere, but whoever created the monument found some by the Persechetti Crater. The monument is set in the exact center of a plain bordered by clusters of broken ridges. Nearby, Priscilla could see one of the landers from the Steinitz expedition, a century and a half earlier.

  It lay about two hundred meters from the monument. It was a gray, clumsy vehicle. An old US flag imprint was still visible near an open cargo door. She circled the area once, descending slowly, and finally touched down. “Okay,” she said. “Get your air tanks and activate your suit. Let me know when you’re ready, and we’ll depressurize the cabin.”

  She didn’t trust them to do everything correctly, so she maintained a watchful eye. When the tanks were in place and they’d all gone slightly out of focus because of the energy fields, she conducted a brief inspection. Then she removed the air from the cabin and opened the air lock. “You’ll find ramps in a few places,” she said. “Wherever there is one, please use it. They’re trying to preserve the marks from the original mission.”

 

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