“How can you tell?” she replied, looking ahead.
“Offworlders always have that ballet walk when they arrive,” he said in a resonant tenor voice.
“Really?” she asked skeptically, and kept walking, trying to ignore him.
“Don’t get me wrong, you’re very elegant at it.”
She stopped and looked at him. He was slightly taller than she was, somewhat stocky, with sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes, and he was still smiling at her like an idiot.
“Who are you to talk?” she demanded without thinking. “Didn’t you come in from somewhere off-planet on my shuttle?”
“Oh, no, no, I’m not one of you,” he said. “I’m just coming back from a college interview on Bernal One. I didn’t like it all that much, even though my dad wanted me to go there. I went to the interview just to satisfy him, I guess. He thought I’d change my mind and head out there next year.”
Lissa started walking again. “And what’s wrong with schooling there? Dandridge Cole is one of the finest universities in Sunspace.”
“Right, one of the top three, but not for what I want. Besides, I found Bernal rather small and cramped.”
“Small?” She stopped and glared at him for a moment. “Where are you from?” she asked, then resumed her pace.
“My name’s Alek Calder. I’m from Sydney.”
Lissa stumbled, and he caught her by the arm. She pulled away and kept walking.
“No offense meant,” he said, keeping up. “I just didn’t feel very well on Bernal. I’m probably one who takes getting used to spin-g, so it’s just as well.”
She kept walking, sure that he was lying to get her sympathy.
They came out inside a large dome filled with hurrying people. Daylight illuminated the vast inner space. Lissa noticed that Gate Five, where she would make her connection with the atmospheric jet for India, was on the other side of the dome.
She hung her small bag on her shoulder and stared across the great floor. After a few moments she glanced back. Alek Calder was following her. She stopped, turned around, and glared at him again.
“It’s not enough that you’re a bit obnoxious,” she said, “but do you also have to follow me?”
He grinned as he put down his heavy suitcase. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m also going to Gate Five. That is where you’re going?”
“What? Oh.” Lissa felt suddenly embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” she managed to say.
“That’s all right,” he replied, smiling appealingly. “Say, where are you going?”
“India,” she said.
“So am I, but where in India? It’s a big place.”
“I’m going to study at the Interstellar Institute,” she said, trying to put some pride into her words.
He grabbed his suitcase and moved toward her suddenly. “So am I!”
“Just my luck,” she whispered, retreating a few steps. But he couldn’t be a complete fool if he was going there, she thought in the back of her mind. He wasn’t all that bad-looking, she noticed; if only he weren’t so loud and pushy.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
She hesitated. “Lissa Quintana-Green-Wolfe,” she said finally.
“Hello, Lis.”
“It’s Lissa and nothing else.”
He shrugged. “Okay, Lissa.”
“We’d better keep moving,” she said, turning away.
He hurried to keep up with her. They came to Gate Five and went through into another long tunnel.
“What will you be doing at the Institute?” she asked, unable to accept him as any kind of dedicated student. Maybe he was going to be a janitor, or a technician of some sort. She felt a bit guilty for thinking of him so harshly.
“Well,” he replied, “I guess I’m to try to ferret out what the blokes out there are saying to us, if anything.”
Her disdain increased. That was her dream, her hope; he had no right to it, with such a careless attitude. But there would be other students with her interests at the Institute, she reminded herself. Alek wouldn’t be the only one.
“Can I carry your bag for you?” he asked softly, matching her step for step. “You look a bit peaked.”
“Yours looks heavy enough,” she replied. “I’d carry it for you if I liked you.”
He laughed. “You don’t have the muscle for this one.”
She stopped. “Give me that!” She wrenched the case from his hand and marched away, hating herself for doing it; but his boorishness had made her angry.
The case grew very heavy. She carried it for a dozen meters, and then, feeling foolish, set it down as gracefully as she could without looking winded.
“I’m sorry,” Alek said as he caught up with her. “I was about to say how overpacked it was.”
She stared at him in silence.
“I’m really sorry,” he repeated.
She took a deep breath and adjusted the shoulder strap on her bag.
“Okay, you did well,” he added.
“That’s no good either,” she said, restraining a smile.
“I know,” he answered, looking lost. He showed her his own reddened hands. “I tried to warn you how heavy it was.”
“Why did you try to get me mad?” she asked, watching his face carefully.
He grimaced. “Because you did the same.” He smiled. “Look, forget all that. Let’s be friends, okay?”
Lissa remained silent, resisting his show of friendliness.
“Okay, you can punch me,” he said finally, still smiling
She made a fist and bumped him gently in the belly.
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The small jet whisked them north to the border of Nepal, and left them on a windy strip of concrete. The terminal was small but modern—a two-story cube tower combination with a comfortable waiting area that was easily entered through weather-sealed automatic doors.
“I guess we’re the only ones going this way today,” Alek said as they watched the jet take off for its return flight. He turned away from the large picture window and sat down next to Lissa on the cushioned bench.
She smiled. After talking with him during the flight, she had concluded that he wasn’t such a rude person, only nervous and shy, which made him speak without thinking. It only occurred to her vaguely that she made him nervous.
Alek got up again and began to pace the deserted waiting area.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
He stopped and looked at her carefully. “Nervous, I guess. Aren’t you uneasy?”
“A little, I suppose,” she said, turning away from his gaze to the picture window. The Himalayas sat icily on the horizon, superhuman masses asleep under a bright-blue sky. She knew they were very old, unlike the landscaping of Bernal One. They were at least a hundred kilometers away, but it seemed that she could go outside and walk over to them in a few minutes.
“Why is the Institute here?” Alek asked. “Why is any part of it here?” He sat down next to her again. “Don’t you feel that maybe this place isn’t going to be what you thought?”
She turned and looked at him. “Didn’t you read up on the history of the place before you applied?” He was still watching her intently.
“Not much, only about what it does,” he said with a self-deprecating shrug.
“Well,” Lissa began, “the Indian scientist Adri Shastri, who first picked up the alien signals, came from a wealthy family. They owned an ancient monastery and some hillside land above a river, so they made it a center for his research.” She turned and looked out the window again. His gaze was making her uneasy.
“What is it?” he asked with concern.
“It’s so beautiful here, and so big. The Earth seems too big!” She looked back to him. He was watching her thoughtfully, and she wondered how she could have disliked him so much only a few hours ago.
He smiled. “Did you think the Earth was small?”
“I’m not used to planets. Bernal seems ju
st the right size to me. You could get lost on Earth.”
“You’ll get used to it.” He touched her hand, and she felt silly, weak, angry at herself.
“I’ll be okay,” she said, taking her hand away, puzzled by her feelings. Maybe Alek was right. The Institute might not be what she had imagined. Perhaps it was the reality of being among others who would be listening to the alien signals that was making her uneasy; it meant that she wasn’t very special and would have to compete and share her interests. Suddenly she didn’t like her own thoughts. She was going to a wonderful place, she reminded herself, in order to prepare for fascinating work.
“What’s the matter?” Alek asked.
She looked at him, dismissing her doubts. “Just a bit disoriented by the trip, I think.”
“So am I, a little. Let’s hope we like the place when we get there.”
“I’m sure we will,” she said firmly.
He got up. “Here comes the airbus.”
She looked out the window and saw a large copter approaching from the north. It came in fast, hovered, and seemed to set down hard on the concrete.
“It’s an Australian air truck,” Alek said. “Pulse nuke engine, with enough power to maneuver and land in high winds. Just the thing around here, I’d say. My dad builds the engines for them.”
Lissa got up and adjusted her shoulder bag. Alek picked up his suitcase. They went out through the automatic door and hurried across the field. The wind seemed colder, despite the bright afternoon sunlight. Lissa squinted and kept up with Alek’s stride, determined not to show any more uncertainty. It was only the awesome strangeness of Earth that had shaken her up, nothing more.
In the forested foothills, the copter found a river and followed it upstream. Lissa gazed down at the winding silver-blue ribbon of water, then looked up at the bare peaks standing like aged parents over the green hills. The copter shot over several villages, then left the river and continued north.
“There it is,” Alek said.
She looked ahead through the observation bubble and recognized the monastery. It sat atop a high, stony hill, looking as if the rock itself had been carved into a large, single structure. The tiled roof was angled low, to keep the wind from tearing it off. As the copter came closer, she saw various antennae and satellite reception dishes, and the sight made her feel calmer; they were familiar things.
“Big place,” Alek said, “plenty of dorm space.” She liked the sound of his voice when he spoke softly.
The copter came in over the central courtyard and eased down onto the gray paving stones. The big blades slowed and finally stopped.
“You may get out,” the pilot said over the intercom. “I have to hurry to pick up some supplies.”
The door to the lower passenger cabin slid open. A white-haired man stuck his head inside, looked up, and smiled as Lissa stepped down from the observation deck.
“Oh, my goodness!” he shouted. “There should have been five of you. What have they done with them?”
“We’re the only ones,” Alek said.
“No one else?” the man asked, climbing in. He was an old Indian gentleman, with leathery skin, white hair, and graceful movements. “You’re very certain?” He kept looking around the lower cabin as if the three students might be hiding under the seats.
“We’re very sure, Dr. Shastri,” Alek said, stepping down next to Lissa.
She took a deep breath. Of course. He was younger in the pictures she had seen. And she had almost taken him for a silly administrator.
“I’ve got to go,” the pilot repeated over the com.
Dr. Shastri turned and jumped down to the court yard. Lissa followed. Alek came down carefully next to her, lugging his heavy case.
Lissa shivered. The wind seemed even colder here.
“We’re very warm inside,” Dr. Shastri said, noting her discomfort. “Australian mini-nuke heat-exchanger furnace. Very reliable.”
Lissa smiled at him, thinking how strange it was to have no control over outdoor temperatures. Of course, she realized, there was no outside on Bernal. Everything was inside.
Dr. Shastri led them across the courtyard to a large door. The copter took off behind them, increasing the wind-chill for a moment.
Dr. Shastri opened the big wooden door, and they followed him inside. He might have taken them through a magic portal, Lissa thought, from the past into the future, because suddenly they were in a modern hallway. The ceiling flowed with white light, reflecting in the polished black surface of the floor.
Dr. Shastri turned to Lissa. “You must be Miss Quintana-Green-Wolfe.”
Lissa nodded. “Yes, how do you do?”
He smiled. “You’ll find your room at the end of this passageway. It has your name on it.”
“I’m Alek Calder.”
“Yes, of course, I recall your application. Your door is on the left, about halfway in.”
Lissa was impressed by Dr. Shastri’s personal interest in his students.
“Where is everybody?” Alek asked cheerfully.
Dr. Shastri smiled. “Oh, yes, those who have arrived are down inside the mountain, watching the signal. There seems to have been a change in its pattern.”
“Really?” Lissa said, intrigued.
“It’s probably nothing.” He sighed. “I’ve seen it too often. But my students tend to become very dedicated.” He smiled at her.
Lissa felt a sudden twinge of doubt. Perhaps her father had been right after all, and this whole project was some kind of well-meaning failure. But then she reminded herself that this was only a training place. The Institute’s main work was carried on elsewhere.
“I’m going to have to leave you now,” Dr. Shastri said. “Dinner will be announced.” He smiled at each of them in turn. “Good-bye.” He turned and went back out into the windy courtyard.
Alek looked at Lissa. “What a grand old gentleman!”
“I’m not so sure,” Lissa replied. He was staring at her with interest again, she noticed.
“Well, I’m off for a hot shower,” he said, lugging his case down the hall. He came to his door, pressed his palm to the lock plate, and staggered inside as the door slid open. Lissa started down the hall toward her room.
Alek stuck his head out as she went by. “See you later, beautiful!”
His cheerfulness irritated her, but she smiled as she came to her door.
The ceiling flowed with white light as she entered the room and looked around. There were a bed, dresser, wall closet, and corner desk. The light-blue walls formed a cube-shaped space. A window looked toward the Himalayas, but when she went up to it she found that she could look down into the valley and see the river and the village nearly two kilometers below. Turning away, she put her shoulder bag down on the tall dresser, lay down on the unmade bed, and stared out at the sky.
There was a physical sharpness to things here, despite the sense of age. The monastery’s insides were modern, but the exterior was old. She listened for sounds from the hallway; other students would be arriving. But she heard nothing; the room was sound proof. After a moment she was listening to her own breathing and pulse beat.…
A chirping sound intruded on her feelings of strangeness. After a few moments she realized that it was her phone. She got up and went to the desk. The screen, she noticed as she sat down, was a built-in flat with a slide-away keyboard. She opened the sound channel, but left the picture dark. “Hello?” she asked.
“It’s me,” her father’s voice said after the usual delay from Lunar orbit. “Just wanted to see if you made it safely.”
She turned on the picture and smiled. “I’m fine, Dad. It was an easy trip.” She waited for the delay, watching his youthful face. The screen color made his eyes overly blue, she noticed.
“Good. So what do you think of old Earth?”
“It’s big. Too big.” One, two, three.
He laughed. “You could spend a hundred years and not see it all.”
She didn’t an
swer.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Just disoriented, I guess.” One, two, three.
“It’ll go away,” he said. “Call you in a few days, okay?”
“Sure, Dad.”
The screen darkened. Her phone shut down automatically. She went back to the bed and lay down.
“This is Dr. Shastri,” a voice was saying from a great distance. Lissa opened her eyes, realizing that she had fallen asleep. “Dinner will be served in twenty minutes,” he said over the intercom. “I look forward to seeing you all there.”
She got up and went over to the bathroom door. It slid open when she touched it, and she saw a small area containing a sink, toilet, and shower. A warm light went on overhead as she entered.
Five minutes later she came out into the hall.
“Hello, there,” Alek said.
“Where’s the dining area?” she asked sleepily, walking toward him.
“Across the courtyard, I think,” he said, obviously glad to see her. “Took a nap, eh?” he asked, smiling. “The other students arrived while you were out.”
“Let’s go,” she replied, not wanting his attention at the moment.
They came to the end of the hall, opened the heavy door, and stepped outside. The air was chill as evening fell. She looked up and saw stars appearing in the clear, deeply blue sky. She had come from that deep sky, she realized, suddenly not quite believing that she was on Earth. Maybe she was still in her room on Bernal, dreaming.
They crossed the courtyard and came to another large wooden door. Small windows on both sides spilled yellow light onto the stones of the yard.
“This must be the place,” Alek said, opening the door. Lissa shivered as she followed him inside, glad that she had put on warm slacks and a jacket.
They entered a low-ceilinged chamber. The walls were stone, but the ceiling was modern, set with light panels. One long table was laid out for dinner. Five students looked up as Lissa and Alek approached.
“Welcome!” Dr. Shastri called as he came in from a door at the right. “Please sit down.” He pointed to two places at the end of the table as he took his place at the head.
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