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Proxima

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by Stephen Baxter


  A little more than four years after the war, Sol flared so brightly that it was, briefly, visible even from the day side of Per Ardua.

  CHAPTER 90

  Stef looked at Yuri. ‘A gravity shift. Just like the Hatches on Mercury and Per Ardua. So we’re already there. Wherever there is. And in the outside universe more time has passed. Years, maybe, or—’

  ‘Or centuries.’ Yuri grinned. ‘Shall we?’

  There was no ladder in the final chamber, but the closed lid above bore a hand-imprint key. Yuri boosted Stef up on his shoulders so she could work the key. As she fumbled, he grunted. ‘Get on with it, woman.’

  ‘Look at us. Two old idiots, exploring interstellar space.’

  ‘But we’re here.’

  ‘That we are.’

  At last the lid swung back. There was a faint pop of equalising pressure. They found themselves looking up at a blue, apparently harmless sky – and the air that rushed in, full of odd smells, was maybe a bit thin and cold, but healthy, oxygen-rich air, undoubtedly. Yuri deliberately kept breathing. They had no stored oxygen; there was no point holding their breath. But he felt no ill effects.

  Stef clambered out of the pit, then reached down to help Yuri scramble up. Once again they had some trouble. It was a comedy, Yuri thought, two old stiffs climbing out of a hole in the ground. At last he was out, and they looked at each other, laughed.

  Then they stood together and faced a new world.

  They were on high ground here, which sloped away to a plain streaked with purple and white, on which stood a scatter of slim orange cones, vegetation perhaps. To the right the ground rose up to a rocky massif – no, it was too regular to be natural, Yuri realised slowly. It was some kind of tremendous building, a sloping face with deep grooved inlets. On the horizon he saw more mountains, mist-shrouded, that again looked suspiciously regular, like tremendous pyramids.

  A sun dominated the sky, huge, hanging low, its face pocked with dark spots.

  ‘Wow,’ said Stef simply.

  Yuri dug out his elderly ISF-issue slate, which had a wireless link to the ColU’s processor box, in his chest pack. ‘Can you see all this, old buddy?’

  A single green light sparked on the slate.

  ‘So, any idea where we are?’

  ‘None at all,’ Stef said. She pointed at the main sun. ‘That looks like another Proxima, another M dwarf. But the Galaxy is full of M dwarfs. We could be anywhere . . .’

  A huge shadow swept over the ground to their left. Yuri looked up.

  ‘I guess we should start walking,’ Stef said, still staring ahead. She hadn’t noticed the shadow, evidently. ‘If we manage to see any stars we might reconstruct a constellation pattern, figure out where we are. I have the 3D positions of the nearby stars loaded on my slate.’

  ‘Or,’ Yuri said, ‘we could just ask.’ He pointed upwards.

  At last she turned to see.

  Over their heads, a craft was descending, coming in to land.

  It was like a tremendous airship. It moved smoothly, silently. It bore a symbol on its outer envelope, crossed axes with a Christian cross in the background, and lettering above:

  S P Q R

  Anchors of some kind were dropped from a fancy-looking gondola. When the craft had drifted to a halt a rope ladder unrolled to the ground. And as they watched, astonished, a hatch opened, and a man clambered down the ladder.

  As soon as he reached the ground the man started towards them. He wore a plumed helmet, and a scarlet cloak over what looked like a bearskin tunic. His lower legs were bare, above strapped-up boots. He had a sword on one hip, and a gaudy-looking handgun in a holster on the other.

  Yuri called, ‘Who the hell are you?’

  The man, striding steadily, started shouting back: ‘Fortasse accipio oratio stridens vestri. Sum Quintus Fabius, centurio navis stellae “Malleus Jesu”. Quid estis, quid agitis in hac provincia? Et quid est mixti lingua vestri? Germanicus est? Non dubito quin vos ex Germaniae Exteriorae. Cognovi de genus vestri prius. Bene? Quam respondebitis mihi?

  Always another door, Yuri thought. ‘Let me handle this.’ He spread his hands and walked forward, towards the angry stranger.

  In the hearts of a hundred billion worlds –

  Across a trillion dying realities in a lethal multiverse –

  In the chthonic silence –

  There was satisfaction. The network of mind continued to push out in space, from the older stars, the burned-out worlds, to the young, out across the Galaxy. Pushed deep in time too, twisting the fate of countless trillions of lives.

  But time was short, and ever shorter.

  In the Dream of the End Time, there was a note of urgency.

  AFTERWORD

  This novel is about life on an ‘exoplanet’, a planet beyond the solar system. The first such planet orbiting a normal star (as opposed to a pulsar) was discovered as recently as 1995. At time of writing we have discovered thousands of such worlds (for a recent survey see Ray Jayawardhana, Strange New Worlds, Princeton, 2011). The first discovery of a planet in the Alpha Centauri star system was announced in October 2012 (see ‘An Earth Mass Planet Orbiting Alpha Centauri B’ by Xavier Dumusque et al., Nature, 17 October 2012).

  Could Per Ardua exist? At the time of writing no planet of Proxima has been detected, but a careful inspection of the star’s apparent movements has put upper limits on the sizes of any possible planets (for a technical paper see Zechmeister, M., Kürster, M., Endl, M., ‘The M Dwarf Planet Search Programme at the ESO VLT+UVES: A Search for Terrestrial Planets in the Habitable Zone of M Dwarfs’, Astron. Astrophys., vol. 505, pp. 859–71, 2009). The planetary system I have invented for this novel fits these limits. Proxima is a red dwarf – an ‘M dwarf’. We used to think that only sunlike stars could host Earthlike worlds. Now we suspect that M dwarfs like Proxima could after all host habitable worlds (see ‘A Reappraisal of the Habitability of Planets Around M Dwarf Stars’, J. Tarter et al., Astrobiology, vol. 7, no. 1, pp. 30–65, 2007).

  The idea of starships driven by very lightweight ‘smart sails’ pushed by microwave beams was suggested by Robert Forward (‘Starwisp: An Ultralight Interstellar Probe’, Journal of Spacecraft and Rockets, vol. 22, pp. 345–50, 1985) and revisited by Geoffrey A. Landis (‘Microwave Pushed Interstellar Sail: Starwisp Revisited’, paper AIAA-2000-3337, presented at the AIAA 36th Joint Propulsion Conference and Exhibit, Huntsville AL, July 17–19, 2000). I have extrapolated wildly beyond these respectable works.

  The classic work Interstellar Migration and the Human Experience, ed. Ben Finney and Eric Jones (Berkeley, 1985), contains much speculation on the anthropology and ethics of the colonisation of space.

  I’m deeply grateful to Professor Adam Roberts for a brief injection of Latin.

  Any errors or inaccuracies are, of course, my sole responsibility.

  Stephen Baxter

  Northumberland

  December 2012

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  Icebones

  Behemoth

  Reality Dust

  Evolution

  Flood

  Ark

  Xeelee: An Omnibus

  Northland

  Stone Spring

  Bronze Summer

  Iron Winter

  The Web

  Gulliverzone

  Webcrash

  Destiny’s Children

  Coalescent

  Exultant

  Transcendent

  Resplendent

  A Time Odyssey (with Arthur C. Clarke)

  Time’s Eye

  Sunstorm

  Firstborn

  Time’s Tapestry

  Emperor

  Conqueror

  Navigator

  Weaver

  Copyright

  A Gollancz eBook


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  First published in Great Britain in 2013 by

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  This eBook first published in Great Britain in 2013 by Gollancz.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Contents

  ONE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  TWO

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  THREE

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  CHAPTER 37

  CHAPTER 38

  FOUR

  CHAPTER 39

  CHAPTER 40

  CHAPTER 41

  CHAPTER 42

  CHAPTER 43

  CHAPTER 44

  CHAPTER 45

  CHAPTER 46

  FIVE

  CHAPTER 47

  CHAPTER 48

  CHAPTER 49

  CHAPTER 50

  CHAPTER 51

  CHAPTER 52

  CHAPTER 53

  CHAPTER 54

  CHAPTER 55

  CHAPTER 56

  CHAPTER 57

  CHAPTER 58

  CHAPTER 59

  CHAPTER 60

  CHAPTER 61

  CHAPTER 62

  CHAPTER 63

  CHAPTER 64

  SIX

  CHAPTER 65

  CHAPTER 66

  CHAPTER 67

  SEVEN

  CHAPTER 68

  CHAPTER 69

  CHAPTER 70

  CHAPTER 71

  CHAPTER 72

  CHAPTER 73

  CHAPTER 74

  CHAPTER 75

  CHAPTER 76

  CHAPTER 77

  CHAPTER 78

  CHAPTER 79

  CHAPTER 80

  CHAPTER 81

  CHAPTER 82

  CHAPTER 83

  CHAPTER 84

  CHAPTER 85

  CHAPTER 86

  CHAPTER 87

  CHAPTER 88

  CHAPTER 89

  CHAPTER 90

  AFTERWORD

  ALSO BY STEPHEN BAXTER

  Copyright

 

 

 


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