Frank Schätzing - Limit

‘“These vessels here from which we drink / When emptied their appeal does shrink”,’ declaimed Eva Borelius with a superior smile.

‘ Pardon? ’

‘Wilhelm Busch, you wouldn’t know him.’

‘Can you actually get a hangover in zero gravity?’ Olympiada Rogacheva asked timidly, prompting her husband to turn away from her and stare pointedly up at the stars. Miranda Winter snapped her fingers like a schoolgirl:

‘And what if you throw up in zero gravity?’

‘Then your puke will find you wherever you are,’ Evelyn Chambers explained.

‘Sphere formation,’ nodded Walo Ögi and formed a hypothetical ball of vomit with both hands. ‘The puke forms itself into a ball.’

‘I’m pretty sure it spreads,’ said Karla Kramp.

‘Yes, so that we all get some,’ Borelius nodded. ‘Nice topic, by the way. Perhaps we should—’

‘There!’ cried Rebecca Hsu. ‘Up there!’

All eyes followed her outstretched hand. Two little points of light had started moving in the firmament. For a while they seemed to be heading to the south-east on orbital paths, except that at the same time they were getting bigger and bigger, a sight that contradicted everything that anyone had seen before. Clearly something had gone dimensionally awry. And then, all of a sudden, everyone worked out that the bodies were dropping from space in a perfect vertical. As if the stars were climbing down to them.

‘They’re coming,’ Sushma Nair whispered reverently.

Binoculars were yanked up. After a few minutes, even without magnification, two long structures could be made out, one slightly higher than the other, looking a bit like space shuttles, except that they were both standing upright and their undersides ended in broad, plate-like slabs. The conically pointed tips were brightly illuminated, and navigation lights darted evenly as heartbeats along the sides of the cylindrical bodies. The cabins approached the platform at great speed, and the lower they came the harder the air vibrated, as if stirred by giant dynamos. Julian registered with satisfaction that even his son wasn’t immune to the fascination. Amber’s eyes were as wide as if she were waiting for her Christmas presents.

‘That’s wonderful,’ she said quietly.

‘Yes.’ Julian nodded. ‘It’s technology, and it’s still a miracle. “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” Arthur C. Clarke. Great man!’

Tim said nothing.

And suddenly Julian was aware of the bitter taste of repressed rage in his mouth. He simply couldn’t work out what was up with the boy. If Tim didn’t want to take the job that awaited him at Orley Enterprises, that was his business. Everyone had to go his own way, even if Julian couldn’t really understand that there were other paths to take apart from a future in the company, but okay, fine. Except – what the hell had he actually done to Tim?

Then everything happened very quickly.

An audible gasp from all the onlookers introduced the final phase. For a moment it looked as if the cabins would crash into the circular terminal like projectiles and pull the whole platform into the sea, then they abruptly slowed down, first one, then the other, and decelerated until they entered the circle of the space terminal and disappeared into it, one after the other. Again there was applause, broken by cries of ‘Bravo!’ Heidrun came and stood by Finn O’Keefe and whistled on two fingers.

‘Still sure you want to get into one of those?’ he asked.

She looked at him mockingly. ‘And you?’

‘Of course.’

‘Boaster!’

‘Someone will have to stand by your husband when you start clawing the walls.’

‘We’ll just see who’s scared, shall we?’

‘If it’s me,’ O’Keefe grinned, ‘remember your promise.’

‘When did I ever promise you anything?’

‘A little while ago. You were going to hold my hand.’

‘Oh yeah.’ The corners of Heidrun’s mouth twitched with amusement. For a moment she seemed to be thinking seriously about it. ‘I’m sorry, Finn. You know, I’m boring and old-fashioned. In my film the woman falls off her horse and lets the man save her from the Indians. Screaming her head off, of course.’

‘Shame. I’ve never acted in that kind of movie.’

‘You should have a word with your agent.’

She gracefully raised a hand, ran a finger gently over his cheek and walked away. O’Keefe watched her as she joined Walo. Behind him a voice said:

‘Pathetic, Finn. Total knock-back.’

He turned round and found himself looking into the beautiful, haughty face of Momoka Omura. They knew each other from the parties that O’Keefe avoided like the plague. If he did have to go to one, she inevitably bumped into him, as she recently had at Jack Nicholson’s eighty-eighth.

‘Shouldn’t you be filming?’ he said.

‘I didn’t end up in the mass market like you did, if that’s what you mean.’ She looked at her fingernails. A mischievous smile played around her lips. ‘But I could give you some lessons in flirting if you like.’

‘Very kind of you.’ He smiled back. ‘Except you’re not supposed to get off with your teacher.’

‘Only theoretically, you idiot. Do you seriously think I’d let you anywhere near me?’

‘You wouldn’t?’ He turned away. ‘That’s reassuring.’

Momoka threw her head back and snorted. The second woman to have walked away from him in the course of only a few minutes, she strutted over to Locatelli, who was noisily talking shop with Marc Edwards and Mimi Parker about fusion reactors, and linked arms with him. O’Keefe shrugged and joined Julian, who was standing with Hanna, Rebecca Hsu, his daughter and the Rogachevs.

‘But how do you get the cabin all the way up there?’ the Taiwanese woman wanted to know. She looked overexcited and scatterbrained. ‘It can hardly float up the cable.’

‘Didn’t you see the presentation?’ Rogachev asked ironically.

‘We’re just introducing a new perfume,’ said Rebecca, as if that explained everything. And in fact for half the show she’d been staring at the display on her pocket computer, correcting marketing plans, and had missed the explanation of the principle. At first sight it would look as if the slabs that formed the cabin sterns were sending out bright red beams, but in fact it was the other way round. The undersides of the plates were covered with photovoltaic cells, and the beams were emitted by huge lasers inside the terminal. The energy produced by the impact set the propulsion system in motion, six pairs of interconnected wheels per cabin, with the belt stretched between them. When the wheels on one side were set in motion, those on the other side joined in automatically in the opposite direction, and the lift climbed up the belt.

‘It gets faster and faster,’ Julian explained. ‘After only a hundred metres it reaches—’

There was a beep from his jacket. He frowned and dug out his phone.

‘What’s up?’

‘Forgive the disturbance, sir.’ Someone from the switchboard. ‘A call for you.’

‘Can’t it wait?’

‘It’s Gerald Palstein, sir.’

‘Oh. Of course.’ Julian smiled apologetically at everybody. ‘Could I neglect you for a moment? Rebecca, don’t run away. I’ll explain the principle to you every hour, or ideally more often, if that’ll make you happy.’

He dashed off into a little room behind the bar, stuck his phone into a console and projected the image onto a bigger screen.

‘Hi, Julian,’ said Palstein.

‘Gerald. Where in heaven’s name are you?’

‘Anchorage. We’ve buried the Alaska project. Didn’t I tell you about that?’

The EMCO manager looked exhausted. They had last seen each other a few weeks before the attempt on his life. Palstein was calling from a hotel room. A window in the background gave a glimpse of snow-covered mountains under a pale, cold sky.