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Heirs of Earth

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by Sean Williams




  Heirs of Earth

  (The Orphans Trilogy – Book Three)

  Sean Williams and Shane Dix

  This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

  eISBN: 978-1-61756-451-2

  Copyright 2004 by Sean Williams and Shane Dix

  Published by E-Reads. All rights reserved.

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  Dedication

  For Robin Pen,

  sensei

  Adjusted Planck Units – Time

  Old Seconds

  NB: For more information about Planck Units, see Appendix 1.

  Adjusted Planck Units – Distance

  Old Meters

  MAP

  THE ALKAID SYSTEMS

  SYNOPSES

  Echoes Of Earth

  2850 A.D.

  The United Near-Earth Stellar Survey Program dispatches 1,000 crewed missions to nearby stars in an attempt to explore terrestrial worlds identified by Earth-based detectors. Instead of sending flesh-and-blood humans, UNESSPRO crews each mission with simulations called engrams that are intended to behave as, and function as though they in fact are, the original scientists. A core group of sixty surveyors is duplicated many times over to cover all the missions.

  Twelve years after the missions are launched, all transmissions from Earth cease. Cut off from UNESSPRO, the missions continue as planned, hoping that whatever fate befell the home system will not follow them also.

  2163 Standard Mission Time

  Aliens come to the system of Upsilon Aquarius in the form of giant golden spindles that build ten orbital towers around the Frank Tipler’s target world, Adrasteia. When the towers are complete and connected by a massive orbital ring, the aliens disappear, leaving no clue as to their intentions or origins.

  Peter Alander, once a highly regarded generalist but now a flawed engram barely holding onto sanity, is sent to explore the orbital towers by the mission’s Civilian Survey Manager Caryl Hatzis. Within them, Alander finds AIs that identify the towers as gifts to humanity from a powerful star-faring civilization. The Spinners are secretive and mysterious, but their gifts are to die for: a detailed map of the Milky Way, featuring details of other alien civilizations; a surgery containing exotic medical technology, such as a perfectly transparent membrane designed to keep its wearer from harm; a means of instantaneous communication with a range of 200 light-years; a faster-than-light vessel that defies known scientific laws; and so on.

  Seeking assistance in studying the gifts, Peter Alander decides to take the ftl hole ship to Sol to see what has become of Earth. What Alander finds there, however, is a civilization bearing little resemblance to the one he left. A technological Spike shortly after the launch of the UNESSPRO missions, 100 years earlier, resulted in a war between nonhuman AIs that led to, among many other things, the total destruction of Earth. A small percentage of humans have survived, in highly modified forms. The posthumans regard Alander’s arrival with suspicion and disdain, since engrams are now regarded as a very poor cousin to the sort of minds that have evolved from the ashes of Earth.

  A much-expanded form of Caryl Hatzis, the sole survivor of the original UNESSPRO volunteers, is pressed into service. The expanded Hatzis sends her original with Alander to Adrasteia to attest the veracity of his claims. They arrive in Adrasteia to find the colony and the gifts destroyed. Something has swept through Upsilon Aquarius and erased all trace of the Frank Tipler. Stunned, Alander and Hatzis retreat immediately to Sol System, only to find the same thing happening there. All the resources and technology of the posthumans can do nothing to stop the fleet of vastly superior alien vessels. Within a day, there is little left but dust.

  Reeling from the double whammy, Hatzis and Alander retreat to avoid destruction at the hands of these new aliens, the Starfish. They have never been friends, in any form, and the tension between them is not helped by the revelation that Alander himself may have inadvertently brought about the destruction of humanity. By following the hails of another colony contacted by the Spinners, they determine that the Starfish home in on the omnidirectional signals broadcast by the ftl communicators provided in the gifts. Alander’s attempt to call Adrasteia from Sol System drew the Starfish to the Vincula.

  This pattern, they realize, will only be repeated as the Spinners sweep through Surveyed Space, dropping gifts as they go. A severely traumatized Peter Alander and the original Caryl Hatzis, very much alone without the rest of her distributed self, make it their mission to save what remains of humanity: the orphaned UNESSPRO mission engrams scattered across the stars.

  Orphans of Earth

  The original Caryl Hatzis (nicknamed Sol after her system of origin) sets up a headquarters on Sothis, site of an old, failed colony. From there she organizes resistance. All attempts to communicate with both the Spinners and Starfish have failed. Colonies are contacted one by one in order to warn them against using the communicators in a way that will bring the Starfish down upon them. The Starfish themselves are studied from afar to see if there is any way they can be thwarted. With the assistance of many copies of herself, Sol sets up an interstellar network that will obey her every command.

  Peter Alander is her reluctant assistant in this effort. The tension between them is rising in direct proportion to the influence she has over the engrams, who regard her, the last surviving human, with something like reverence. As rumors of contact with another alien race spread through the colonies, he agrees to accompany one of her engrams, Thor, on a fact-finding mission.

  Instead of aliens, they find Francis Axford (Frank the Ax), a former UNESSPRO cost-cutter and general who stowed away on a survey mission and promptly took it over, killing the remainder of the crew and copying himself many times over in the process. There are now hundreds of versions of him occupying the system of Vega, with access to the Spinners’ gifts. He cautiously welcomes them and illuminates them on the nature of the new alien race, creatures he calls Roaches but which refer to themselves as the Yuhl/Goel. The Yuhl trail the Spinners at a distance, collecting gifts where they are able to and always staying just one step ahead of the Starfish, which, together with the Spinners, they refer to as the Ambivalence.

  With the help of two captives, Alander manages to trace the source of the Yuhl migration, a vast concentration of hole ships called the Mantissa. There he is brought to meet yet another alien creature, the Praxis, who directs the Yuhl in their efforts at survival. Alander is literally eaten by the Praxis, who takes the information derived from his body and creates a virtual model of it, with which he converses. At the conclusion of the conversation, Alander is regurgitated in a slightly different form. He now has a real body, rather than a genetically engineered android body. It profoundly shakes him yet grounds him more firmly in the real world, making his cognition more stable.

  Humanity learns ways to tease out new technology from the Gifts and from their new allies. They learn how to merge and modify hole ships, skills that may be lifesaving. As the Starfish front continues to sweep across Surveyed Space, destroying every colony it encounters, including those without gifts, the future of humanity looks increasingly in peril. Additionally, suspicions are growing that the Spinners aren’t entirely what they seem, that strange holes in the Library and the Map Room may hold details humanity isn’t supposed to see.

  One system in Surveyed Space, pi-1 Ursa Major, has become a fatal trap for anyone who visits: of several hole ships sent to survey it, none have returned. The Hatzis engram Thor, distressed by the destruction of her home system and at odds with Peter Alander, breaks away from Sol and goes to pi-1 Ursa Major to find out what is going on.

 
; The Yuhl cautiously accept humanity as a possible running partner, should the engrams be forced to abandon their worlds. This decision is not taken lightly, and not without resistance. Plans to confront the Starfish are quashed when it emerges that not even the technologically superior Yuhl/Goel will attempt it. The Starfish fleet is simply too advanced.

  The decision not to fight is taken out of their hands, however, when Frank Axford betrays both humanity and the Yuhl by drawing the Starfish down on the Mantissa in the system of Beid and forcing a confrontation. The battle is hard and costly, but the allies do manage to cripple a cutter, one of the mighty Starfish vessels. Damage to the Mantissa is mitigated by the sacrifice of many human colonies in an attempt to spread the Starfish attack fleet across numerous fronts. Approximately half the Yuhl/Goel migration survives. Humanity loses Sothis; Frank Axford loses Vega.

  Any hope the survivors can take from their slight victory over the Starfish is overshadowed by the knowledge that there are many, many more cutters where the one they crippled came from. And they are no closer to understanding why the Starfish and Spinners won’t talk to them.

  Meanwhile, forgotten on the edge of Surveyed Space, Thor has survived a deadly attempt on her life in pi-1 Ursa Major. Instead of attacking the mystery directly, she manages to track down a copy of Lucia Benck, Peter Alander’s ex-lover and a solo scout pilot who, Thor hopes, might have seen the arrival of whatever it is in the system. Lucia is suffering from the extreme effects of engram senescence and must be uploaded into the hole ship’s processors in order to function. Lucia sees her survival from that viewpoint with a mixture of wonder and dread. Her feelings are similarly mixed regarding her imminent reunion with Alander—and the fact that she might well have seen something very strange indeed in pi-1 Urea Major.

  1.1

  REDUCTIO

  2160.9.26 Standard Mission Time

  (28 August 2163 UT)

  1.1.1

  Peter Alander rolled over, blinking in the dim light as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The room was narrow with curved walls, and empty apart from himself, the bed he was lying on, and the woman standing to one side with her back facing him. Fabric slid over fabric as the woman adjusted her clothing. The sound it made, he realized, was what had awoken him.

  “Lucia?”

  The woman sighed and shook her head. “That’s three times in a row you’ve got it wrong, Peter.” Caryl Hatzis turned with awkward propriety to look over her shoulder at him while continuing to get dressed. “Keep this up, and I might take it personally.”

  Alander could only stare at her in bemusement, clutching the small carbon disk around his neck as if this might in some way remove his confusion. He could smell Hatzis on the mattress next to him: there were sense impressions stirring strange intimacies that seemed utterly incongruous. What on earth was he doing in bed with her?

  She faced him fully when her suit was sealed. If she was aware of his confusion, she ignored it

  “Caryl...”

  She offered a faint, disappointed smile. “You were talking in your sleep again. You really should look at laying down some new memories, you know.”

  “What are you doing—?” Here, he wanted to add, but let the question go unspoken for fear of insulting her.

  “Geb called,” she said. “The Spinners have arrived at Sagarsee.”

  His confusion persisted.

  Another sigh, as though she was tired of going over the same conversation with him. “It’s time, Peter. We have to act now or lose our last chance.”

  Finally some of it came back to him: Earth was destroyed, and the natural order of things had been destroyed with it. What little remained of humanity was caught between the Spinners and the Starfish, unsure whether to run, hide, or fight back. None of the options were particularly attractive; none offered much hope for survival.

  He sat up as Hatzis made to leave the room. She stopped at the arched doorway and turned to face him. There was emotion in the stare, but nothing he would have recognized as affection. He supposed he should offer her something: a kiss or a hug maybe, but he wasn’t sure what was expected of him. He wasn’t even sure if they had been intimate with one another. If they had, it couldn’t have been about love, surely. He felt nothing of the sort for her. The closest thing, he imagined, would be ancient hormonal imperatives operating in a tight spot.

  He wondered if he even had hormones anymore. Or pheromones. His body consisted of an android drone into which his engram had been distilled; it had also been modified by the Praxis, the alien leader of the Yuhl/Goel. He didn’t know what the Praxis had done to him, only that it had left him changed: the android template didn’t include hair, but now he sported several days’ growth across his scalp and face; the formerly regular lines of veins visible through his olive skin were flexing, shifting by minute increments; he felt stronger somehow, seeming to have more energy; and when, in strange half-memory, he touched Hatzis’s skin—marveling at her own inhumanities, the advanced biomods installed in her by the posthuman regime the Starfish had destroyed in Sol—strange impulses moved through his nervous system, fleeting emotional storms that swept through parts of his cortex he didn’t know he had.

  “You’re not going to join us?” she asked, her expression reproving. She was off to decide the course of humanity’s fate. She obviously felt he should be taking an interest.

  “I’ll come along once the bickering is over.”

  “Your faith in my ability to control the rabble is as strong as ever, I see.”

  “Don’t take it personally, Caryl. It’s got nothing to do with you.”

  “That makes me feel a whole lot better, Peter; thanks.”

  “I will come by later, I promise,” he assured her.

  “Make your grand entrance when you’re ready, then. I don’t care. Just make sure you use it to good effect.”

  She stood in the doorway for a second longer, as though about to add something, or waiting for him to do so. He said nothing. Her words stung, but he had learned enough about her in recent weeks to know that her scorn and derision hid nervousness, uncertainty. Whatever had happened between them, he didn’t want to add to that. In his present state of mind anything he said was likely to make things worse. He knew the meeting was important, in principle, but he couldn’t bring himself to endure the arguments that would inevitably ensue. He could hear every one of them in advance, map out their ideological landscapes, and follow point by point the routes they’d take to utter disagreement. Maybe there was a chance that the survivors would reach consensus, but he wouldn’t put money on it.

  Hatzis left, fleeing his puzzled silence without a word. When she’d gone. Alander lay back on the bed with his arms folded behind his head and wondered at what he had become.

  You were talking in your sleep again, Hatzis had said. That didn’t surprise him. He’d been dreaming of Lucia, the lover he’d lost to the stars. Specifically, he had been dreaming of the last conversation their originals had had before the engrams left for the stars. The philosophical conundrum that had plagued opponents of the UNESSPRO missions had haunted each of the originals upon which the engrams were based at one time or another during their entrainment. How would it feel to know that hundreds of copies of yourself, echoes of the real you, were heading to places you were never likely to see? And how in turn would the echoes feel, knowing that their originals would remain behind to grow old and die at nonrelativistic rates?

  Are we immortal, Lucia had once asked him, or destined to die a thousand times?

  He still didn’t have an answer for that question, despite contemplating it many times over. He—or his original, anyway, the most copied of all the mission scientists—had an innate flaw somewhere that made his engrams unstable; Of all the hundreds sent out from Earth, none had lasted more than a few weeks. All had suffered breakdowns resulting in catastrophic failure, forcing shutdown and long-term storage. He himself had survived only by virtue of being uploaded into an android body rel
ying on its stability, its physicality, to hold himself together. It had worked, precariously, but subsequent events had shaken his confidence. He wasn’t who his engram told him he was supposed to be. He was changing, evolving. Hatzis had set him free of those internal constraints, and the Praxis had given his body a semblance of natural life. But he still had no idea what he was, exactly, or where he stood in regards to his other engrams, for which he still felt a strange sort of bond.

  Out of kinship? he wondered. Or pity?

  Hatzis had a fine arrangement with her own engrams. They clicked together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, or so it seemed from the outside. His own copies rejected him, spurning his offer to take their memories and integrate them into a new whole. This dismayed him more than he was prepared to admit.

  “There can be no greater challenge to your identity than being cast out by your own self,” Hatzis had told him after the first time it happened. “It’s more painful than losing a family or a home.”

  He found it ironic that she should be the one guiding him through this process. The one person he’d railed against since his awakening on Adrasteia, newly embodied and keenly aware of her resentment of the resources he’d been allocated. But that Caryl Hatzis had been destroyed, along with the Frank Tipler and all its crew, in one of the very first Starfish attacks. This was a different Hatzis altogether, the last true human alive.

 

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