Winters had reluctantly agreed and Ramirez had organized the chase. The commander had told the younger men to get some sleep while he formulated the plan. Which is simple. Okay, you guys, come with us and answer the questions or we’ll charge you under the Sedition Act of 1991. Now, after putting the boat in idle, Winters was ready to wake Ramirez and the other two men. He intended to apprehend Nick, Carol, and Troy as soon as it was daylight.
The wind around the boat changed direction and Winters stopped for a minute to check the weather. He turned his face toward the moon. The air suddenly felt warmer, almost hot, and he was reminded of a night off the coast of Libya eight years earlier. The worst night of my life, he thought. For a few moments his resolve to carry out his plan wavered and he asked himself if he was about to make another mistake.
Then he heard a trumpet blast, followed maybe four seconds later by a similar but quieter sound. Winters looked around him in the placid ocean. He saw nothing. Now he heard a group of trumpets and their echo, both sounds distinctly coming from the west. The commander strained his eyes in the direction of the moon. Silhouetted against its face he saw what appeared to be a group of snakes dancing out of the water. He went inside the wheelhouse to fetch a pair of binoculars.
By the time the commander returned to the railing a magnificent symphony surrounded him. Where is this incredible music coming from? he asked at first, before he succumbed completely to its mesmerizing beauty. He stood powerless against the railing, listening intently. The music was rich, emotional, full of evocative longing. Winters was swept away, not only into his own past where his deepest memories were stored, but also on to another planet in another era where proud and dignified serpents with blue necks called to their loved ones during their short annual mating rite.
He was spellbound. Tears were already flooding into his eyes when he at last mechanically lifted the binoculars and focused on the strange, sinuous shapes underneath the moon. The ghostlike images were completely transparent; the moonlight went right through them. As Winters watched a thousand necks dancing above the water, cavorting back and forth in perfect rhythm, and as he heard the music build toward the concluding crescendo of the Canthorean mating symphony, his tired eyes blurred and he swore that what he saw across the water in front of him, calling to him with a song of longing and desire, was an image of Tiffani Thomas. His heart was devastated by the combination of the music and the sight of her. Winters was aware of an intense sense of loss unparalleled in his life.
Yes, he said to himself as Tiffani continued to beckon in the distance, I’m coming. I’m sorry, Tiffani darling. Tomorrow I will come to see you. We will… He stopped his interior monologue to wipe his eyes. The music had now entered the final crescendo, signalling the actual mating dance of the pairs of Canthorean serpents. Winters looked through his binoculars again. The image of Tiffani was gone. He adjusted his glasses. Joanna Carr came into focus, smiled briefly, and disappeared. A moment later the little Arab girl from the Virginia beach seemed to dance just under the moon. She was happy and gay. She too was gone in an instant.
The music was all around him. Bursts of sound, powerful, full, expressing pleasure no longer anticipated but now being experienced. He looked through his binoculars one more time. The moon was setting. As it fell into the ocean the image created against its illuminated disc by the dancing serpents was unmistakable. Winters clearly saw the faces of his wife, Betty, and his son, Hap. They were smiling at him together with a deep and abiding affection. They remained there in his vision until the moon sank completely into the ocean.
3
Carol struggled to adjust her diving equipment. ‘Do you need some help, angel?’ Troy asked. He came over and stood beside her in the predawn dark. He was already fully prepared for the dive.
‘I haven’t worn anything like this since my first set of scuba lessons,’ she said, fidgeting uncomfortably with the old-fashioned gear.
Troy tightened the weight belt around her waist. ‘You’re scared, aren’t you, angel?’ Carol didn’t answer right away. ‘Me too. My pulse rate must be twice normal.’
Carol’s equipment seemed to please her finally. ‘You know, Troy, even after the last three days my brain is having a hard time convincing the rest of me that all this is really happening. Imagine writing it down for someone to read. “As we were preparing to return to the alien spaceship….”’
‘Hey, you guys, come here,’ Nick called from the other side of the canopy. Carol and Troy walked around to the front of the boat. Nick was staring out across the ocean to the east. He handed a small pair of binoculars to Carol. ‘Do you see a light out there in the distance, just to the left of that island?’
Carol could barely make out the light. ‘Uh huh,’ she said to Nick. ‘But so what? Isn’t it reasonable that somewhere out in the ocean there would be another boat?’
‘Of course,’ Nick answered. ‘But that light hasn’t moved for fifteen minutes. It’s just sitting there. Why would a fishing boat, or any other kind of boat, be—’
‘Sh,’ interrupted Troy. He put his fingers to his lips. ‘Listen,’ he whispered, ‘I hear music.’
His companions stood quietly on the deck. Behind them the moon disappeared into the ocean. Above the gentle lapping of the waves all three of them could hear what sounded like the climax of a symphony, played by a full orchestra. They listened for thirty seconds. The music reached a peak, faded slightly, and then ceased abruptly.
‘That was beautiful,’ Carol remarked.
‘And weird,’ Nick said, walking over beside her. ‘Where the hell was it coming from? Is someone out there testing a new stereo system? My God, if the sound travels five or ten miles, it must be deafening up close.’
Troy was standing off to the side by himself. He was concentrating on something. Suddenly he turned to his companions. ‘I know this sounds crazy,’ he said to Nick and Carol, ‘but I think the music was a signal for us to dive. Or perhaps a warning.’
‘Great,’ said Carol. ‘That’s what we need to reassure us. A warning of some kind. As if we’re not nervous enough.’
Nick put his arm around her. ‘Hey, lady,’ he said, ‘don’t wimp out on us now. After all those brave comments about a once in a lifetime experience….’
‘Really, let’s go,’ Troy said impatiently. He looked anxious and very serious. ‘I’m definitely getting the message that we should dive now.’
Troy’s solemnity changed the mood of the trio. The three of them worked together in silence to secure the two buoyancy bags containing the lead, the gold, and the information discs. The eastern sky continued to brighten. It was only about fifteen minutes until sunrise.
While they were working, Carol noticed that Nick seemed a little distracted. Immediately before they left the boat she walked up beside him. ‘Are you all right?’ she said quietly.
‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘I’m just trying to figure out if I’ve completely lost my mind. For eight years I have been thinking about what I would do if I ever had my full share of the treasure. Now I’m about to give it all away to some extraterrestrials from God knows where.’ He looked at her. ‘There’s enough gold here to last three people a long time.’
‘I know,’ she said, giving him a little hug. ‘I must admit that I’ve thought about it too. But in reality, part belongs to Amanda Winchester, part to Jake Lewis, most of it to the IRS….’ She grinned. ‘And it’s only money. That’s nothing when you compare it to being the only humans to interact with visitors from another planet.’
‘I hope you’re right,’ he said. ‘I hope I don’t wake up tomorrow and feel as if I’ve made a terrible mistake. This entire episode has been so bizarre that I suspect my normal faculties aren’t working properly. We don’t even know for sure if these aliens are friendly….’
Carol pulled her diving mask over her face. ‘We’ll never have all the answers,’ she said. She took his hand. ‘Let’s go, Nick.’
Troy was first into the water. Nick and Carol
followed. It had been agreed before the dive that Carol would take the searchlight and lead the group. She was the most mobile of the threesome because each of the men was dragging a buoyancy bag. The trio had been concerned that they might have difficulty finding the ship and had discussed an elaborate set of contingency plans for locating it. They needn’t have worried. Thirty feet under the Florida Queen, in virtually the exact place where the fissure had been on Thursday, there was a light in the water. Carol pointed at it and the two men swam up behind her. As they drew closer, they saw that the light was coming from a rectangular area about ten feet high and twenty feet wide. They could not see anything except what looked like some kind of material or fabric with a soft light behind it.
Carol hesitated. Troy swam right on by her, into the lighted area, his buoyancy bag trailing behind him. Everything disappeared. Nick and Carol waited. Carol felt herself tightening up. Come on now, Dawson, she thought, it’s your turn. You’ve been here before. She took a deep breath and swam into the material. She felt something like plastic touch her face and then she was in a covered tunnel. A swift current was pulling her to the right. She went down a small water slide and was deposited in a shallow pool at the bottom. She clambered out of the pool and began removing her diving equipment.
Troy was standing on the floor about ten feet beyond the end of the pool. Next to him a warden had already taken the buoyancy bag, opened it, and adroitly separated the gold bars and the lead weights from the information discs. As Carol’s eyes adjusted to the dim light around her, she saw that the warden was now loading the gold on a small platform sitting on top of tank treads about a foot above the floor. Immediately thereafter, the warden placed the information discs and the lead weights on two other platforms. A carpet that had been lying inconspicuously over against the wall on the left then rose up, apparently activated the treads under the platform, and directed them toward a nearby hallway leading out of the room.
Carol pulled off her mask and finished removing her diving gear. She was in a medium-sized room somewhat like the ones she and Troy had encountered at the beginning of her last dive. The curved wall partitions were coloured black and white. There was a small window to the ocean next to the splash pool on her left. The ceilings were low and tight, only a couple of feet above her head, giving her a feeling of claustrophobia. So here I am again, she thought, back in Wonderland. This time I will take plenty of pictures. She photographed the procession of the carpet and three platforms just as it disappeared from the room. She then changed lenses and took a dozen quick close-up pictures of the warden standing next to Troy. It had the same amoebalike central body as the one she had confronted the day before, but there were only five implements sticking out of its upper half. The warden had probably been customized for the particular job of taking the objects from the trio.
Troy walked over beside her. ‘Where’s Nick?’ he asked. My God, Carol thought as she turned around and looked back at the slide and splash pool. I almost forgot. She chastized herself for not having waited for Nick. After all, he’s never been down here….
Nick’s big body careened out of control against the sides of the slide and he hurtled into the splash pool. The heavy buoyancy bag came down behind him and hit him hard, just above the kidneys. He stumbled to his feet, fell down in the pool, and then stood up again. In his diving apparatus with the thin plastic material from the bag tied around his wrist, it was he who looked like the visitor from outer space.
Carol and Troy were laughing as Nick climbed out of the splash pool. ‘All right, Professor!’ exclaimed Troy. He reached forward to give him a hand. ‘Good show. It’s a shame we don’t have that entry on tape.’
Nick removed his mouthpiece. He was out of breath. ‘Thanks a lot for waiting, team,’ he stammered. He looked around him. ‘What is this place, anyway?’
The warden meanwhile had approached him from the side and was already tugging at the bag with one of its appendages. ‘Just a minute, weirdo,’ Nick said, suppressing his fright. ‘Let me get my bearings first.’
The warden didn’t stop. A knifelike appendage cut the bag below where it was attached to Nick’s wrist. Next the warden took the entire bag, including its lead and gold contents, and somehow pushed it through its own semipermeable outer skin. The bag could be seen intact, adjacent to the rectangular control boxes, as the warden turned and hurried across the floor. It went through the same exit that the carpet and platforms had used earlier.
‘You’re welcome,’ Nick managed to say as he watched the strange creature disappear with the loot. He finished taking off his diving gear and walked over to Troy. ‘Okay, Jefferson, you’re the main man here. What do we do now?’
‘Well, Professor,’ he answered, ‘as far as I can tell, our job is finished. If you guys want, we can suit up again and jump through that window wall over there. We’d be back in the boat in less than five minutes. If I’ve read the messages right, these alien dudes will be ready to leave very shortly.’
‘You mean that’s it? We’re done?’ Carol asked. Troy nodded. ‘This is the most overrated experience since my first sexual encounter,’ Carol commented.
Nick was walking across the room, moving directly away from the splash pool and his two friends. ‘Where are you going?’ Troy asked.
‘I paid a hefty admission price,’ Nick replied. ‘I’m at least entitled to a tour.’ Carol and Troy followed him. They crossed the empty room and walked through an exit between two wall partitions on the opposite side. They entered a short, dark, covered corridor. They could see light at the other end. They emerged into another room, this one circular and significantly larger. It had the high cathedral ceilings that Carol had liked so much on her last visit.
This room was not empty. Sitting in its middle facing them was a gigantic, enclosed, translucent cylinder, about twenty five feet high altogether and ten feet in diameter at its base. A horde of orange pipes and purple cable sheaths attached the cylinder to a group of machines built into the wall behind it. There was a light green liquid filling the inside of the cylinder and eight gold metallic objects floating at different heights in the liquid. The objects were many different shapes. One looked like a starfish, another like a box, a third like a derby hat; the only thing the objects had in common was their gold metallic outer covering. Upon close inspection of the cylinder, thin membranes could be seen inside the liquid. These surfaces effectively partitioned the internal volume and gave each of the golden objects its own unique subvolume.
‘All right, genius,’ Nick said to Troy, after he stared at the cylinder for almost a full minute. ‘Explain what this is all about.’ Carol was in a photographer’s paradise. She had nearly finished recording all hundred and twenty-eight pictures that could be stored on one minidisc. She had photographed the cylinder from all angles, including a close-up of each of the objects suspended in the liquid, and was now working on the machines behind it. She stopped taking pictures to listen to Troy’s reply.
‘Well, Professor…’ Troy started. His forehead was knitted as he tried to concentrate. ‘As far as I can make out from what they’ve been trying to tell me, this spaceship is on a mission to a dozen planets that are scattered in this part of the galaxy. On each planet the aliens leave one of those golden things you see in the cylinder. They contain tiny embryos or seeds that have been genetically engineered for survival on that specific planet.’
Carol walked over beside them. ‘So the ship goes from planet to planet, dropping off these packages containing seeds of some kind?’
‘Sort of, angel, except that there are both animal and plant seeds inside the container. Plus advanced robots that nurture and educate the growing things until they reach maturity. Then the creatures can flourish on their own without help.’
‘All in that one little package?’ Nick asked. He looked again at the fascinating objects floating in the liquid in the cylinder. He loved the golden colour. All of a sudden he thought of the trident. He imagined thousands of tiny swarm
ing embryos inside its outer golden surface and in his mind’s eye he projected the growth of the swarm into the future. There was something fearsome about creatures genetically engineered to survive on the planet Earth. What if they are not friendly?
Nick’s heart sped up as he realized what had been bothering him, partly subconsciously, since he started believing Troy’s story about the aliens. Why did they stop on the Earth in the first place? What do they really want from us? His mind raced on. And if that trident contains beings destined for Earth that are extremely advanced, he thought, then it doesn’t matter if they are friendly. We will be finished sooner or later anyway.
Carol and Troy were talking in general terms about the way an advanced civilization might use seeds to colonize other planets. Nick wasn’t listening carefully. I can’t tell Troy or even Carol. If the aliens know what I’m thinking they will stop me. I’d better do it soon.
‘Troy,’ he heard Carol say as she began to take another set of pictures of the objects in the cylinder, ‘is it just coincidence that the trident we found on Thursday looked so much like one of these seed packages?’
Nick did not wait for Troy to answer. ‘Excuse me,’ he interrupted in a loud voice. ‘I forgot something very important. I must go back to the boat. Stay here and wait for me. I’ll be right back.’
He burst out of the room, down the corridor, and across the room with the low ceiling and the window on the ocean. Good, he said to himself. Nothing is going to stop me. Without even pausing to put on his diving gear, Nick took a huge breath and dived through the window. He was afraid that his lungs were going to explode before he reached the surface. But he made it. He climbed up the ladder and on to the boat.
Nick went immediately to the bottom drawer underneath the racks of electronic equipment. He reached in and grabbed the golden trident. He could feel that the axis rod had thickened considerably. It was now nearly twice as thick as it had been the first time that he held it. Carol was right. Damn it, why didn’t I listen to her at the time? He pulled the object completely out of the drawer. The sun was just about to come up behind him. In the dawn light Nick could see that the trident had changed in several other ways. It was heavier. The individual tines on the fork end were much thicker and had almost grown together. In addition, there was an open hole into a soft, gooey interior on the north pole of the larger of the two spheres.
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