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The Taking of Chelsea
426
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The Taking
of
Chelsea 426
DAVID LLEWELLYN
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For Jake Bennett, Ella Moggridge, and Jacob Llewellyn -
saviours of the universe Alice Wendell stepped out beneath the great glass dome of the Oxygen Gardens and gazed up to see the glittering, icy moon of Tethys passing overhead.
She had lived on Chelsea 426 for almost six months, practically since her graduation, but still the other residents - and even her colleagues - looked at her and spoke to her as if she were a complete stranger. She was sure they meant nothing by it, of course; it was just their way.
Even her boss, Professor Wilberforce, addressed her in such a clipped and formal manner you might think they had only just met, and not that they had worked together almost every day since her arrival.
But then, the Professor had lived on the colony longer than anyone else. He had arrived when it first opened
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as a part of the Interplanetary Mining Corporation's first hydrogen mine on Saturn. Back then his role had been to maintain the Oxygen Gardens, a job he still carried out, though the mine had long since closed and the colony had become the property of Powe-Luna Developments.
It was they who had changed the name of the colony from Unit 426 to Chelsea 426, and they who had refurbished it completely, transforming it from a utilitarian domicile into a close approximation of a twentieth-century English market town.
Within the airtight confines of the colony there were gardens and tree-lined streets filled with shops, offices, schools and the occasional church. Outside, the colony resembled a raft cobbled together from barrels, though in the case of Chelsea 426 each 'barrel' was roughly the same size as a tower block. Flanking the raft of units that
made
up
the
colony
were
colossal,
semi-translucent discs, each more than a mile in diameter, which reminded Alice of water lily pads. It was these discs, as well as the colony's fusion candle, that kept it floating on the surface of Saturn's gas clouds.
On the morning of 20 August, the gardens were a hive of activity, with botanists dashing this way and that, making all the last-minute preparations and adjustments before the grand opening of the Flower Show. With every passing day, more and more guests were arriving, and anticipation for the unveiling of the 8
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plants had reached feverish levels.
After a moment's pause, and a deep breath, Alice walked across the gardens to where Professor Wilberforce was standing at the foot of the largest specimen, a creation he had named Caeruliflora Saturnalis, the 'Blue Flower of Saturn'.
It was a giant of a plant, nearly four metres in height, its thick trunk rising high above a cluster of palmate leaves before erupting into one colossal blue blossom.
Scattered in the flowerbeds around its base were numerous other shrubs and bushes, none of them recognisable as any earthly plant.
Alice had seen and studied extraterrestrial flora before at university, but this was the first time that any such plant life had been discovered within the boundaries of the solar system. Though the promise of a flower show might not have seemed an exciting invitation, the promise of alien plants was. Thousands were expected to pass through the doors of the Oxygen Gardens in the coming week, and thousands had, indeed, already arrived, making the journey to Saturn from all across the solar system.
As Alice crossed the gardens towards the Professor, she was carelessly knocked sideways by a colleague who was too focused on scribbling into a notebook to see where he was going.
'Scuse me!' said the botanist, seconds after he had passed her.
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Alice straightened her lab coat and her glasses, took a deep breath, and carried on until she reached the Professor.
'Er, Professor Wilberforce,' she said, sheepishly. 'I... I was wondering if I could have a word?'
Professor Wilberforce turned to her and for a moment said nothing, simply staring at her with no trace of emotion.
That would be agreeable,' he said, eventually. 'You seem somewhat perturbed. Is something the matter?"
Alice nodded, nervously straightening her glasses once more.
'Urn, yes,' she said awkwardly. 'I've been monitoring the atmospheric readings and I've noticed that, er, the, er...'
'Spit it out, girl,' snapped Wilberforce. 'I haven't got all day.'
'Well, I'm getting a high reading of ammonia.'
Wilberforce nodded thoughtfully, tapping the end of his pen against his teeth.
'Ammonia, you say?'
Alice nodded, her chin in her chest.
'Well that's interesting,' the Professor continued.
'Very interesting indeed. Follow me to my office. I'm sure there's a perfectly rational explanation for all this.'
'Of course,' said Alice, following the Professor as he left the main chamber of the gardens and walked down the narrow corridor toward his office.
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Entering the Professor's office was like stepping into another er
a. The walls were decorated with wooden panels on which the Professor's many certificates and qualifications hung in frames. One wall of the room was occupied exclusively with bookshelves crammed from end to end with leather-bound volumes. His mahogany desk was huge and furnished with a large antique globe and a Tiffany dragonfly lamp.
In one dimly lit corner of the office, under a glass dome, he kept a smaller specimen of Caeruliflora Saturnalis, an almost bonsai-scaled replica of the giant in the main chamber.
As Alice neared the centre of the room, Professor Wilberforce closed the door behind her.
'Now, Alice,' he said, his tone suddenly warmer, more genial. 'Why do you think there might be a noticeable trace of ammonia in the main chamber?'
'W-w-well,' she stuttered. I don't... I don't know. The environment here is controlled one hundred per cent.
There shouldn't be any traces of ammonia in there.
Unless... unless the plants are producing it, but we've—'
'Already tested for that?'
'Well yes. So the only thing I can... um... think is that—'
'Somebody is leaking ammonia into the chamber?'
'Er... yes.'
Professor Wilberforce clapped his hands together just
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once, beaming at Alice as if she were suddenly his star pupil. She had never seen him behave this way before.
It left her feeling strangely uncomfortable.
'Quite right, said Wilberforce. 'Quite right. A trace of ammonia is being fed into the chamber. Fed, Alice. Not leaked.' He walked across the office to the glass dome containing the smaller plant. They really are a miracle, aren't they?'
Alice nodded with what she hoped looked like enthusiasm, though she still felt uneasy.
'All this,' said the Professor. This sudden fruition, this glorious outburst of life, and all from the tiniest of spores.'
'Y-yes,' said Alice.
'How many years must the spores have been waiting there, Alice, do you think? Centuries? Millennia, perhaps? Who can say? All those years, those tiny, almost microscopic spores floated in the turbulence of the planet's atmosphere, still alive but without the right environment to thrive. How do you think they survived, Alice?'
Alice looked from Professor Wilberforce to the plant and back again, shrugging.
They were alive the whole time,' said Wilberforce.
'Living breathing organisms, floating in clouds of hydrogen, helium... and ammonia.'
Alice looked up, her eyes growing wide behind the lenses of her glasses.
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They breathe ammonia?'
Professor Wilberforce beamed once more.
'My dear girl,' he said, 'you clever thing. They breathe ammonia. But only the spores. For the plants to truly thrive they need so many other elements. Ultraviolet light, carbon dioxide... All the things that earthly plants require.'
Now Alice frowned.
'But that doesn't make sense. Why would a plant develop on Saturn that could only survive in its spore form?'
Professor Wilberforce smiled and nodded without answering her question. He lifted the glass dome away from the plant.
At once Alice could smell it: the same faint unpleasant whiff of ammonia that had first led her to check the readings from the chamber.
'But,' said Professor Wilberforce, 'what if the plant did not develop on Saturn? What if it was developed elsewhere?'
Alice nodded thoughtfully, trying hard not to wince at the unpleasant smell.
'Well we have discussed exogenesis,' she said, placing the back of her hand over her nose. They may have arrived here on a comet, or a meteorite. They could have come from another planet.'
'Well done,' said Professor Wilberforce, still grinning from ear to ear.
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'But you said developed,' said Alice. 'What do you mean?'
Professor Wilberforce gestured toward her with one hand, beckoning her closer to the plant.
'Come here,' he said, still smiling warmly. 'A little closer, if you will. That's it. Lean closer. What if the plant were developed elsewhere, and designed to fulfil a purpose?'
Alice leaned close to the plant, studying its azure petals and its snaking, almost reptilian stem.
'What if,' the Professor continued, 'its restive state would only require it to breathe ammonia, waiting very patiently for the day when others might discover it?'
'Others?' asked Alice, turning to the Professor. 'You mean us?'
Wilberforce nodded.
'Yes,' he said, still smiling. 'You.'
'I'm sorry, but I don't know what you m—'
Before she could finish her sentence the blue flower spat out a small but dense cloud of heavily perfumed green dust, the particles so fine it looked almost like smoke.
Alice breathed in sharply, coughing and spluttering and clutching at her throat. She tried to speak but couldn't; her throat felt as if it were getting narrower and narrower. Coloured lights danced before her eyes and the room began to spin.
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and carried her to a chair, placing her down gently.
Everything around her was beginning to lose focus; the office, the desk, the Professor. The room was getting darker and the Professor's voice echoed as if he were very far away.
There there,’ she heard him say as she was swallowed by the darkness. 'It will all be over in a moment.'
Minutes later, Alice Wendell and Professor Wilberforce were standing in the main chamber of the gardens, at the foot of the Caeruliflora Saturnalis.
'We weren't expecting humans,' she said, with disdain.
'No,' said Professor Wilberforce with a sigh. 'We weren't. It would appear our enemies are not the only ones mining hydrogen in this sector.'
'How many of us are there now?" Alice asked.
'A few,’ replied the Professor. 'Not many, but soon there will be visitors. Thousands of visitors.'
Thousands?' said Alice, turning to Wilberforce and grinning malevolently.
'Oh yes,’ he told her, returning the smile.
Thousands,’
15
ONE
Jake Carstairslooked out attheink-black canvas of space and waited. He pressed his nose against the cold glass, his every breath fogging up the window a little more than the last, and he waited.
Eventually it came into view, the colossal cylindrical hulk of the hotel pod, its retro rockets firing out streams of gas. There were people in the windows, little more than silhouettes against the interior lights of the hotel; guests and hotel staff, he imagined. He wondered whether any of them were looking down at his parents' guest house just as he was looking up at them.
Slowly, and with surprising grace for an object nearly a hundred metres in length, the hotel pod turned and aligned itself with the westernmost wing of the colony.
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Beyond the western wing and the hotel pod, the surface of the planet stretched out like a vast and seemingly infinite desert, neatly cut in two, to the south, by the shadow of the rings.
The hotel pod was now surrounded by tug craft, pulling it in closer to the docking platforms. Hydraulic arms reached out and fastened themselves to the hull of the pod until it finally came to rest.
'Another one?'
It was the voice of Jake's sister, Vienna. More than just his sister, Vienna was his twin, born less than twenty minutes before him nearly fourteen years ago.
He didn't turn to see her expression, but from her tone he could sense what sounded like disappointment.
'Yeah,' he said. 'Another one.'
'How many more do you think there'll be?' asked Vienna.
Jake turned and shrugged.
'I dunno,' he said. 'Depends how many people are coming, doesn't it?'
Vienna nodded.
They were stand
ing in room 237 of their parents'
guest house, the Grand Hotel, the only permanent hotel on the colony. Strictly speaking, neither of them should have been there, their parents forever fearful they might break something or disrupt the orderly tidiness.
Jake only ever came to the upper-level rooms when there were ships arriving, like the hotel pods. He'd liked
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watching them dock ever since the family had first arrived on Chelsea 426, almost two years ago. It was one of the few things about the colony that he did like.
'Dad won't be happy,' said Vienna.
'No,' said Jake. 'Mum neither.'
'We'd better go back downstairs before they realise we're up here, or we'll be in serious trouble.'
Jake nodded dolefully and followed his sister out of the room.
Away from the viewing windows of the guest rooms, the Grand Hotel could easily have been anywhere in the galaxy. It could even have been back on Earth.
There was something very old fashioned about the corridors, the doors, even the carpets that would have seemed quite out of place on a floating colony, were it not for the fact that virtually all of Chelsea 426 was decorated that way. Even the emergency escape hatches, enormous circular doors that opened out directly into the black void of space, were hidden behind plush velvet curtains. The paintings on the walls depicted scenes from a half-forgotten world of rolling fields, fox hunts, and rural hamlets.
Jake often wondered whether the world, or at least the world back home, had ever looked like the one depicted in the paintings. He doubted it, somehow.
With fixed concentration, Mr Carstairs cleaned the faint oily thumbprint from his spectacles and held them up
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to the light. Blown up larger than life and distorted by the curvature of the lenses, the hull of the hotel pod made its way silently and gracefully across the upper windows of the lobby and towards the Western Docks of Chelsea 426. Mr Carstairs sighed and put his glasses back on.
'All right, dear?' asked his wife, Mrs Carstairs, as she stepped out of their office and into the lobby.
'Yes, dear,' said Mr Carstairs. 'Mustn't grumble.'
