James Hogan - Inherit the Stars

"You’ve been through the translations," Maddson observed, noting the contents of the folder as Hunt began arranging them on the table.

Hunt nodded. "Very interesting, this. There are a few points I’d like to go over just to make sure I’ve got it straight. Some parts just don’t make sense."

"We should’ve guessed," Maddson sighed resignedly. "Okay, shoot."

"Let’s work through the entries in sequence," Hunt suggested. "I’ll stop when we get to the odd bits. By the way…" He inclined his head in the direction of the door. "What’s the funny sign outside?"

Maddson grinned proudly. "It’s my name in Lunarian. Literally it means Scholar Crazy-Boy. Get it? Don Mad-Son. See?"

"Oh, Christ," Hunt groaned. He returned his attention to the papers.

"You’ve expressed the Lunarian-dated entries simply as consecutive numbers starting at Day One, but subdivisions of their day are converted into our hours."

"Check," Maddson confirmed. "Also, where there’s doubt about the accuracy of the translation, the phrase is put in parentheses with a question mark. That helps keep things simple."

Hunt selected his first sheet. "Okay," he said. "Let’s start at the beginning." He read aloud:

"Day One. As expected, today we received full (mobilization alert?) orders. Probably means a posting somewhere. Koriel

"This is Charlie’s pal who turns up later, isn’t it?"

"Correct."

"thinks it could be to one of the (ice nests far-intercept?).

"What’s that?"

"That’s an awkward one," Maddson replied. "It’s a composite word; that’s the literal translation. We think it could refer to a missile battery forming part of an outer defense perimeter, located out on the ice sheets."

"Mmm-sounds reasonable. Anyhow, Hope so. It would be a change to get away from the monotony of this place. Bigger food ration in (ice-field combat zones?). Now…" Hunt looked up. "He says, ‘the monotony of this place.’ How sure are we that we know where ‘this place’ is?"

"Pretty sure," Maddson replied with a firm nod. "The name of a town is written above the date at the top of the entry. It checks with the name of a coastal town on Cerios and also with the place given in his pay book for his last posting but one."

"So you’re sure he was on Minerva when he wrote this?"

"Sure, we’re sure."

"Okay. I’ll skip the next bit that talks about personal thoughts.

"Day Two. Koriel’s hunches have proved wrong for once. We’re going to Luna."

Hunt looked up again, evidently considering this part important. "How do you know he means Earth’s Moon there?"

"Well, one reason is that the word he uses there is the same as the last place the pay book says he was posted to. We guess it means Luna because that’s where we found him. Another reason is that later on, as you’ll have read, he talks about being sent specifically to a base called Seltar. Now, we’ve found a reference among some of the things turned up on Farside to a list of bases on place ‘X,’ and the name Seltar appears on the list. X is the same word that is written in the pay book and in the entry you’ve just read. Implication: X is a Lunarian name for Earth’s Moon."

Hunt thought hard for a while.

"He arrived at Seltar, too, didn’t he?" he said at last. "So if he knew where he was being sent as early as that, and you’re certain he was being sent to the Moon, and he got where he was supposed to go… that rules out the other possibility that occurred to me. There’s no way he could have been scheduled for Luna but rerouted somewhere else at the last minute without the entry in the pay book being changed, is there?"

Maddson shook his head. "No way. Why’d you want to make up things like that anyhow?"

"Because I’m looking for ways to get around what comes later. It gets crazy."

Maddson looked at Hunt curiously but suppressed his question. Hunt looked down at the papers again.

"Days Three and Four describe news reports of the fighting on Minerva. Obviously a large-scale conflict had already broken out there. It looks as if nuclear weapons were being used by then-that bit near the end of Day Four, for instance: It looks like the Lambians have succeeded in confusing the (sky nets?) over Paverol-That’s a Cerian town, isn’t it? Over half the city vaporized instantly. That doesn’t sound like a limited skirmish. What’s a sky net-some kind of electronic defense screen?"

"Probably," Maddson agreed.

"Day Five he spent helping to load the ships. From the descriptions of the vehicles and equipment, it sounds as if they were embarking a large military force of some kind." Hunt scanned rapidly down the next sheet. "Ah, yes-this is where he mentions Seltar. We’re going with the Fourteenth Brigade to join the Annihilator emplacement at Seltar. There’s something crazy about this Annihilator. But we’ll come back to that in a minute.

"Day Seven. Embarked four hours ago as scheduled. Still sitting here. Takeoff delayed, since whole area under heavy missile attack. Hills inland all on fire. Launching pits intact but situation overhead confused. Unneutralized Lambian satellites still covering our flight path.

"Later. Received clearance for takeoff suddenly, and the whole flight was away in minutes. Didn’t delay in planetary orbit at all-still not very healthy-so set course at once. Two ships reported lost on the way up. Koriel is taking bets on how many ships from our flight touch down on Luna. We’re flying inside a tight defense screen but must stand out clearly on Lambian search radars. There’s a bit about Koriel flirting with one of the girls from a signals unit-quite a character, this Koriel, wasn’t he…? More war news received en route… Now-this is the part I meant." Hunt found the entry with his finger.

"Day Eight. In Lunar orbit at last!" He laid the sheet down on the table and looked from one linguist to the other. "‘In Lunar orbit at last.’ Now, you tell me: Exactly how did that ship travel from Minerva to our Moon in under two of our days? Either there is some form of propulsion that UNSA ought to be finding out about, or we’ve been very wrong about Lunarian technology all along. But it doesn’t fit. If they could do that, they didn’t have any problem about developing space flight; they were way ahead of us. But I don’t believe it-everything says they had a problem."

Maddson made a show of helplessness. He knew it was crazy. Hunt looked inquiringly at Maddson’s assistant, who merely shrugged and pulled a face.

"You’re sure he means Lunar orbit-our Moon?"

"We’re sure." Maddson was sure.

"And there’s no doubt about the date he shipped out?" Hunt persisted.

"The embarkation date is stamped in the pay book, and it checks with the date of the entry that says he shipped out. And don’t forget the wording on Day-where was it?-here, Day Seven. ‘Embarked four hours ago as scheduled’- See, ‘as scheduled.’ No suggestion of a change in timetable."

"And how certain is the date he reached Luna?" asked Hunt.

"Well that’s a little more difficult. Just going by the dates of the notes, they’re one Lunarian day apart, all right. Now, it’s possible that he used a Minervan time scale on Minerva, but switched to some local system when he got to Luna. If so, it’s a big coincidence that they tally like they do, but"-he shrugged-"it’s possible. The thing that bothers me about that idea, though, is the absence of any entries between the ship-out date and the arrival-at-Luna date. Charlie seems to have written his diary regularly. If the voyage took months, like you’re saying it should have, it looks funny to me that there’s nothing at all between those dates. It’s not as if he’d have been short of free time."

Hunt reflected for a few moments on these possibilities. Then he said, "There’s worse to come. Let’s press on for now." He picked up the notes and resumed: