Titan

by John Varley

  She pointed to a shiny heap of metal a kilometer west of the camp, sitting in its own flower of overturned dirt. There was no pattern to it, no hint that it had ever been more than a scrap heap.

  It was the bones of Ringmaster.

  "Let's hit the silk," Cirocco said.

  "... . and says she was actually working in our interests throughout the alleged aggressive incident. I can offer you no concrete proof of most of these statements. There can he no proof, except the pragmatic one of her behavior over a suitable time. But I see no evidence that she is a threat to humanity, now or in the future."

  Cirocco sat back in her chair and reached for her glass of water, wishing it was wine. She had talked for two hours, interrupted only by Gaby amplifying or correcting details of her account.

  They were in a round dome that served as mission command headquarters for the ground party. The room was adequate for the seven assembled officers, Cirocco, Gaby, and Bill. The two women had been brought there promptly when they landed, introduced to everyone, and asked to begin the debriefing.

  Cirocco felt out of place. The crew of the Unity and Bill were dressed in spotless, wrinkle-free red and gold uniforms. They smelled clean.

  And they looked entirely too military for Cirocco's tastes. The Ringmaster expedition had avoided that, even eliminating military titles except Captain. At the time Ringmaster was launched, NASA had been at pains to erase its military origins. They had sought U.N. auspices for the trip, though the notion that the expedition was anything but American was a transparent fiction. Still, it had been something.

  Unity, by her very name, testified that the nations of Earth were cooperating more closely. Her multi-national crew proved that the Ringmaster experiment had drawn the nations together in a common purpose. I

  But the uniforms told Cirocco what that purpose was.

  "Then you counsel a continuation of our peaceful policy," Captain Svensen said. He spoke through a television set on the fold-up desk in the center of the room. Aside from the chairs, it was the only article of furniture.

  "The most you can lose is your exploratory party. Face it, Wally. Gaea knows that would he an act of war, and that the next ship would not even be manned. It would be one big H-bornb."

  The face on the screen frowned, then nodded.

  "Excuse me for a moment," he said. "I want to talk this over with my staff." He started to turn away, then reversed the motion.

  "What about you, Rocky? You didn't say if you believe her. Is she telling the truth?"

  Cirocco didn't hesitate.

  "Yes, she is. You can bank on it."

  Lieutenant Streikov, the ground commander, waited until he was sure the Captain had nothing more to say, then stood. He was a handsome young man with an unfortunate chin and- though Cirocco found it hard to believe-he was a soldier in the Soviet Army. He seemed little more than a child.

  "Could I get you anything?" he asked, in excellent English. "Perhaps you're hungry after your trip back here"

  "We ate just before we jumped," Cirocco said, in Russian. "But if you had any coffee ... ? "

  "You didn't really finish your story," Bill was saying. "There's the matter of getting back down after your conversation with God."

  "We jumped," Cirocco said, sipping her coffee.

  "You .... it

  She and Bill and Gaby were in one "corner" of the round room, their chairs drawn together, while the Unity's officers buzzed at each other around the television set. Bin looked good. He walked with a crutch and his leg apparently hurt when he stood

  on it, but he was in high spirits. The Unity's doctor said she could operate on him as soon as he was aboard, and thought he would he nearly as mobile as before.

  "Why not?" Cirocco asked, with a faint smile. "We brought those chutes all the way up as a safety measure, but why not use them?" His mouth was still open. She laughed, relenting, putting her hand on his shoulder. "All right, we thought about it a long time before we jumped. But it really wasn't dangerous. Gaea held the top and bottom valves open for us and called Whistlestop. We did it free-fall for the first 400 kilometers, then landed on his back." She held out her cup while an officer poured more coffee, then turned back to Bill.

  "I've talked enough. What about you? How did things go?"

  "Nothing so interesting, I'm afraid. I spent my time in therapy with Calvin, and picked up a little Titanide."

  "How old was she?"

  "How...he language, you idiot," he laughed. "I learned how to sing goo-goo and wa-wa and Bill hungry. I had a great time. Then I decided to get off my ass and do something since you wouldn't take me along. I started talking to the Titanides about something I knew a little about, which was electronics. I learned about coppervines and batteryworms and IC nuts, and before long I had a receiver and transmitter."

  He grinned at the look on Cirocco's face. "Then it wasn't .... "

  He shrugged. "Depends on how you look at it. You kept thinking in terms of a radio that would reach Earth. I can't build that. What I have isn't very strong-I can only talk to Unity when it's above, and the signal only has to punch through the roof. But even if I'd built it before you left, you probably would have gone, wouldn't you? Unity wasn't here yet, so the radio would have been useless."

  "I suppose I would have. I had other things to do."

  "I heard." He grimaced. "That gave me the worst moments of the trip," he confessed. "I'd started to like the Titanides, and then out of nowhere they all get this dreamy look and hurry out into the grassland. I thought it was another angel attack, but none of them came back. All I ever found was a big hole in the ground."

  "I noticed a few when we came in," Gaby said.

  "They've been drifting back," Bill said. "They don't remember us."

  Cirocco's mind had been wandering. She was not concerned about the Titanides. She knew they would be all right, and now they would not have to suffer in the fighting. But it was sad to know Hornpipe would no longer remember her.

  She had been watching the Unity people, wondering why no one came over to talk. She knew she did not smell very good, but didn't think that was the reason. With some surprise, she realized they were afraid of her. The thought made her grin.

  She realized Bill had been talking to her. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

  "Gaby says you haven't told the whole story yet. She says there's something more, and that I should hear it."

  "Oh, that," Cirocco said, glaring at Gaby. But it had to come out soon, anyway.

  "Gaea, uh ... she offered me a job, Bill."

  "A job? "' He raised his eyebrows, smiled tentatively.

  "A 'Wizard,' she called it. She tends to the romantic. You'd probably like her; she likes science fiction, too."

  "Just what did the job entail?"

  Cirocco spread her hands. "General troubleshooting nature unspecified. Whenever she had a problem I'd go there and see what I could do. There are-literally-some unruly lands down here. She could promise me limited immunity, a sort of conditional passport based on the fact that the regional brains would remember what she did to Oceanus and not dare to harm me while I traveled through them."

  "That's all? Sounds like a chancy proposition."

  "It is. She offered to educate me, to fill my head with a tremendous amount of lore in the same way I was taught to sing Titanide. I'd have her support and backing. Nothing magic, but I'd be able to cause the ground to open up and swallow my enemies."

  "That I can believe."

  "I took the job, Bill."

  "I thought so."

  He looked down at his hands, seemed very tired when he looked up again.

  "You're really something else, you know?" He said it with a trace of bitterness, but was taking the news better than Cirocco had expected. "It sounds like the kind of job that would appeal to you. The left hand of God." He shook his head. "Damn, this is really a hell of a place. You may not like it, you know. I was just starting to, when all the Titanides disappeared. That shook me, Rocky
. It really seemed like someone had just put away his toys because he was tired of the game. How do you know you won't be one of her toys? You've been your own boss; do you think you still will be?"

  "I honestly don't know. I just couldn't face going back to Earth, back to a desk job and the lecture tour. You've seen over- the-hill astronauts. I could land a job on the board of directors of some big corporation." She laughed, and Bill smiled slightly.

  "That's what I'm going to do," he said. "But I'm hoping for the research department. Leaving space doesn't scare me. You know I'll be going back, don't you?"

  Cirocco nodded. "I knew it when I saw your nice new uniform. "

  He chuckled, but there was little mirth in it. They looked at each other for a time, then Cirocco reached out and took his hand. He smiled with one corner of his mouth, leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

  "Good luck," he said.

  "You too, Bill."

  Across the room, Streikov cleared his throat.

  "Captain bones, Captain Svensen would like to talk to you now."

  "Yes, Wally?"

  "Rocky, we've sent your report on to Earth. It will take some analysis, so there won't be a definite decision for a few days. But we up here have added our recommendation to yours, and I don't think there will be any problem. I expect to upgrade the base camp to a cultural mission and United Nations Embassy. I'd offer you the job of ambassador, but we brought someone along in case our negotiations were successful. Besides, I expect you're anxious to get back."

  Gaby and Cirocco laughed, and Bill joined in soon after.

  "Sorry, Wally. I'm not anxious to go back. I'm not going back. And I couldn't take the job even if you offered it."

  "Why not?"

  "Conflict of interest."

  She had known it would not he that simple, and it was not. She formally resigned her commission, explained her reasons to Captain Svensen, then listened patiently as he told her, in increasingly peremptory terms, just why she had to go back, and for good measure, why Calvin had to return as well.

  "The doctor says he can be treated. Bill's memory can be restored, Gaby's phobia can probably be cured."

  "I'm sure Calvin can be cured, but he's happy where he is. Gaby's already been cured. But what do you plan to do for April?"

  "I was hoping you could help coax her to come back to us be- fore you came aboard. I'm surest,

  "You don't know what you're talking about. I'm not going back, and that's all there is to be said. It's been nice talking to you." She turned on her heel and strode from the room. No one tried to stop her.

  She and Gaby made their preparations in a field a short distance from the base camp, then stood side by side, waiting. it was taking longer than she had expected. She began to get nervous, glancing at Calvin's battered watch.

  Strelkov came racing out the door, shouting orders to a group of men busy erecting a shed for the crawlers. He stopped suddenly, caught flat-footed when he realized Cirocco was not far away, waiting for him. He motioned the men to stay put, and came toward the two women.

  "I'm sorry, Captain, but Commander Svensen says I have to place you under arrest." He seemed genuinely apologetic, but his hand was close to his side-arm. "Will you come with me, please? "

  "Look over there, Sergei." She pointed over his shoulder. He started to turn, then drew his weapon in sudden suspicion. He backed away and to one side until he could steal a glance to the west.

  "Gaea hear me! " Cirocco shouted. Strelkov eyed her nervously. She carefully made no threatening gestures, but raised her arms in the direction of Rhea, toward the place of winds and the cable she had climbed with Gaby.

  There were shouts from behind them. A wave was traveling down the cable, almost imperceptibly, but producing a definite kink like the wave that moves through a garden hose when it is given a quick flip from the wrist. The effect on the cable was explosive. A cloud of dust expanded all around it. In the dust were trees torn out at the roots.

  The wave hit the ground, the place of winds bulged, shattered, sent rocks high into the air.

  "Cover your ears!" Cirocco yelled. The sound hit all at once, throwing Gaby to the ground. Cirocco was staggered, but stood her ground as all the thunder of the Gods rolled around her, the tatters of her clothes streaming out as the shock wave hit and the winds began to blow.

  "Look! " she shouted again, holding out her hands and raising them slowly toward the sky. No me could hear her, but they saw as a hundred waterspouts broke through the dry ground, turning Hyperion into a mist-shrouded fountain. Lightning crackled through the thickening fog, the sound of it swallowed in the mightier roar that still re-echoed from the distant walls.

  It took a long time for it to die away, and in all that time no one moved. When it was quiet again, long after the last fountain had turned to a trickle, Strelkov was sitting where he had fallen, still looking at the cable and the settling dust.

  Cirocco went to him and helped him to his feet.

  "Tell Wally to leave me alone," she said, and walked away.

  "That was very slick," Gaby said, later. "Very slick indeed."

  "All done with mirrors, my dear."

  "How did it make you feel? "

  "I nearly wet my pants. You know, one could learn to get off on that. It was tremendously exciting."

  "I hope you don't have to do it very often."

  Cirocco silently agreed with her. It had been a close thing. The demonstration, awesome for having occurred at her command, would have been merely inexplicable if it had arrived before Streikov came out of the dome to threaten her.

  The fact was that she could not repeat the performance for five or six hours, even if she asked for another at that very moment.

  She could communicate readily enough with Gaea. There was a master radio seed in her pocket. But Gaea could not react quickly. To do anything as awesome as she had just accomplished, she needed hours of preparation time.

  Cirocco had sent the message requesting the stunt while still on Whistlestop, after carefully considering the likely sequence of events. From that time, it had been a nervous dance with the clock, drawing out her story here, skimping on the answer to a question there, always with the knowledge of the forces gathering in the hub and under her feet. Her advantage had been the leeway she had in timing her resignation, but the drawback was estimating the time it would take Wally Svensen to order her arrest.

  She could see wizarding was not going to be easy. On the other hand, not all of her job would be as finicky as calling in an air strike from heaven.

  Her pockets were stuffed with the things she had brought as backup measures in case the blood and thunder failed to intimidate the ground party, things she had obtained foraging through Hyperion before re-boarding Whistlestop and traveling to the base camp. There was an eight-legged lizard who could spit a tranquilzing agent when squeezed, and an odd assortment of berries that would do the same job taken internally. She had leaves and bark that could be turned into flash powder and, as a last resort, a nut that made a passable hand grenade.

  There were libraries of wildlife lore in her head; if there were Gaean girl scouts, she would own all the merit badges. She could sing to the Titanides, whistle to the blimps, and croak, twitter, chirp, rumble and moan in a dozen languages she had not even had a chance to use, to creatures she had not yet encountered.

  She and Gaby had worried that all the information Gaea proposed to give them would not fit into human brains. Oddly, it had been no trouble at all. They were not even aware of any changes; when they needed to know something, they knew it, just as if they had learned it in school.

  "Time to head for the hills?" Gaby suggested.

  "Not yet. I don't think we'll have any more trouble from Wally, once he adjusts to the idea. They'll see that we're more valuable if they maintain good relations with us.

  "But there's one more thing I want to see before we go."

  She had been prepared for an emotional moment. It was, but not
as bad as she had feared, and not in the way she had expected. Saying goodbye to Bill had been harder.

  The wreck of Ringmaster was a sad, silent place. They walked through it without speaking, recognizing pieces here and there, more often unable to tell what a twisted hunk of metal had been.

  The silver hulk gleamed day in the beautiful afternoon of Hyperion, partly embedded in the dusty ground like a robot King Kong after the fall. Already the grasses had established a foot- hold in the turned soil. Vines crept over shattered components. A single yellow flower bloomed in the center of what had been Cirocco's command console.

  She had hoped to find some memento of her former life, but she had never been acquisitive and had brought little of a person- al nature with her. The few photos would have been eaten, along with the log book and the envelope of newspaper clippings. it would have been nice to come across her class ring---she could see it sitting m the shelf beside her bunk where she had last re- moved it-but the chances were against it.

  They saw a crewman from Unity some distance away from them. He was clambering over the wreckage, pointing his cam- era and snapping indiscriminately. Cirocco thought he was the ship's photographer, then realized he was doing it on his own time, with his own camera. She saw him pick up an object and put it in his pocket.

  "Come back here in fifty years," Gaby observed, "they're likely to have carted it all away." She looked around speculatively. "This looks like a nice spot for a souvenir stand. Sell film and hot dogs; you'd do pretty good."

  "You don't think that'll happen, do you?"

  "It's up to Gaea, I guess. She did say she'd let people visit. That means tourism."

  "But the cost ... "

  Gaby laughed. "You're still thinking of the Ringmaster days, Captain. It was all we could do then to get seven of us out here. Bill says Unity has a crew of 200. How would you have liked to get the film concession at O'Neil One thirty years ago?"

  "I'd be rich by now," Cirocco conceded.

  "If there's a way to get rich here, somebody'll do it. So why don't you make me Minister of Tourism and Conservation? I'm not sure how I like the role of sorcerer's apprentice."