Stephen Baxter - Moonseed

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Stephen Baxter established himself as a major British sci-fi author with tales of exotic, far-future technology. More recently, in
,
and now
, he shows his love for the hardware of the real world’s space programme. (Comparisons with Tom Wolfe’s
have been frequent.)
is a spectacular disaster novel whose threat to Earth comes from a long-forgotten Moon rock sample carrying strange silver dust that seems to be alien nanotechnology — molecule-sized machines. Accidentally spilt in Edinburgh, this ‘Moonseed’ quietly devours stone and processes it into more Moonseed. Geology becomes high drama: when ancient mountains turn to dust, the lid is taken off seething magma below. Volcanoes return to Scotland, and Krakatoa-like eruptions spread Moonseed around the world. A desperate, improvised US/Russian space mission heads for the Moon to probe the secret of how our satellite has survived uneaten. Baxter convincingly shows how travel costs could be cut, with a hair-raising descent on a shoestring lunar lander that makes Apollo’s look like a luxury craft. The climax brings literally world-shaking revelations and upheavals.
is a ripping interplanetary yarn.

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“What else?”

“…Awe, I guess,” he said. “Geologists get used to thinking big. Big timescales, huge energies, gigantic events. But I’m not used to seeing all that intrude into my own life.”

“But we’re talking about a threat to the city,” Jane said. “Screw this guff about biology and science.”

“Jane—”

“You think I’m being hysterical. But somebody needs to express what we’re really saying, here. This isn’t just some intellectual puzzle.”

Marge smiled sadly. “Isn’t it?”

Jane watched Henry. “I need to get out of here. I have to find my family.” And, here was the unspoken thought, I could use your help.

He was meeting her eyes. But now there was hesitation.

What he has here is important. His work. Maybe more important than anything else. Not for me, though He is going to have to choose.

But now Henry had turned away He was looking down.

Then she felt it. The floor was shaking.

It was slight at first, almost imperceptible, but within seconds it grew stronger. There was noise, a deep bass rumble, with grace notes added by the rattling of equipment on the benches and shelves of the room. Glass tinkling. As if some gigantic eighteen-wheeler were driving past, shaking the ground.

The shaking stopped.

Jack Dundas stood in the living room doorway. Everything was smashed to pieces The big patio doors had smashed apart. He saw his mother’s collection of CDs spilled on the floor, the player smashed beside them.

Granddad, Ted, was lying on the floor. He was on his back, his hands over his chest. He had his eyes closed.

“Granddad? Are you dead?”

Jack took a step forward. Glass fragments crunched under his trainers. He looked down; it was one of his own school photos, a grinning geeky kid in a red sweater, the frame smashed.

He went to Ted. He put his toy box down beside his grandfather. Was he dead?

He had seen reruns of old hospital shows like Casualty and ER, so he knew what to do. He reached forward nervously, and touched Ted’s neck The skin was warm. There was a pulse.

Ted coughed, and gasped for breath.

“Granddad? Granddad?”

Ted’s eyes were still closed. There was, Jack saw, blood soaking his shirt around his hands Jack reached down and took his grandfather’s wrists. They were thick and coated with wiry hair. He pulled Ted’s arms away from his chest, exposing a ripped shirt, and a bloody wound.

The wound was grisly. There was a piece of fractured rib protruding from the chest wall, surrounded by blood. The blood was bubbling.

Jack sat back, helpless, shocked.

“Jack.”

The voice was a croak, and it made the lad jump. His grandfather’s eyes were alert, on him.

“Help me. You can do it, lad. Make me sit up.”

Jack put down his box, crawled around behind Ted, and helped Ted to half-sit up, resting his head against his lap.

“That’s it… now put your hand over the wound.”

“I can’t.”

“Do it, Jack!”

Jack reached out and put his palm tentatively over the wound. Ted reached up and covered the lad’s hand with his own, pressing the hand into the wound. The feel of bone and broken flesh and bubbling made Jack want to heave, but his grandfather’s hand was warm and solid and steady.

“Good lad. Now seal the wound.”

“What?”

“Or else my lung will collapse. Find something that won’t leak. Anything.”

Jack looked around, scraped around in the litter on the floor. He found a clear plastic magazine envelope. New Scientist, he saw; his mother’s subscription.

“How about this?”

“All right. Now. I’m going to breathe out. As hard as I can. Push me forward.”

The breath came out in a wheeze, and Jack pushed at his shoulders, trying to help.

Ted’s words were a gasp. “Put the patch over the wound.”

Jack slapped the plastic envelope over the hole in Ted’s chest, gratefully taking his hand away from the bloody wound.

“Good lad. Bandages. You need bandages. In strips. Quickly. The bathroom…”

Jack gently lowered Ted’s head to the floor — guiltily wiped his bloody hand on the rug — and went to the bathroom.

No bandages. He’d packed them already in the car.

He went to the front door, which had come off its hinges and was hanging drunkenly in its frame, so he had to step over it. The tarmac of the drive was cracked, but the car seemed intact. The boot was still open, and he quickly found the rolls of bandage where he’d packed them.

He looked around the street. There were no cars on the road. All the houses were — ruined. As if stomped by a giant. One of them, where Pete McAllister lived, was on fire. But he couldn’t see any fire engines.

He hurried back to the living room with his bandages.

“Good lad. All right. Around my chest — fix the patch in place—”

Jack started to wind the bandage around Ted’s chest, over the patch. Under Ted’s whispered instruction, he made sure each layer overlapped the others.

Ted watched calmly, his head resting against a tipped-up armchair. “You’re saving my life, lad,” he said. “Don’t you ever forget that. A hell of a thing to do when you’re ten years old.”

“Ten and three quarters.”

“And three quarters. Don’t forget your shoebox when we leave.”

In the lab, people were standing silently, as if hypnotized. A polystyrene coffee cup was edging its way across a bench surface, neat concentric ripples marking its surface.

It’s unnatural, Jane thought. That’s why we’re transfixed. The floor isn’t supposed to move under us.

“Those are harmonic tremors,” Henry said. “Magma moving.”

Marge Case said, “It’s consistent with what we’ve been monitoring. Swarms of shallow microquakes.” She turned to Jane. “Shallow because this isn’t some deep tectonic movement, but a movement of magma close to the surface…”

The shuddering subsided.

“If VDAP were here they would already have called a Level D alert,” Henry said. “At least. And—”

“If there is some kind of eruption,” Jane said, “what will it be like? Arthur’s Seat is old. Surely—”

“It won’t do much damage?” Henry looked glum. “Jane, we don’t know what to expect. The best guess is that the old magma, broken up by the Moonseed, will be viscous, with a lot of trapped superheated steam.”

“So very explosive,” said Case. “And—”

There was a jolt, and a sharp crack.

“The building frame,” said Henry.

“I have to get home,” Jane said. “Christ, if it’s come this far—”

She started towards the door. It was like trying to walk in a moving subway train.

“Look,” said Marge Case softly.

A wave was passing through the floor, through its substance, a neat sine wave a few inches high. The floor tiles buckled, or popped away from where they were glued. “Good God,” said Marge, and she giggled. “Floor surf.”

It happened in an instant.

The floor lurched under Jane, like a plane in turbulence, and she was thrown to her knees. She landed hard, her knees and the balls of her hands taking the impact. She felt as if she had been punched. The shock of it, the physical power, was like a violation.

And now the floor tipped, and she was sliding. Someone screamed. She looked for Henry.

Suddenly equipment was flying off the shelves on the walls, electronics boxes and tools and glass dishes, raining down. And the people were clinging to the floor, or skidding down the sudden slope, trying to stay on their feet.

She saw a heavy set of weighing scales come tumbling down in a neat parabola, and hit a lab-coated man in the back of the neck, evoking a sharp, clean snap. He fell forward, arms and legs loose, and rolled down the tilted floor.

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