Charles Sheffield - Starfire

“You did say . . .” he began. “I mean, you did tell me you’d like to see it.”

“See what?” Maddy frowned, trying to shift gears.

“Whatever there is to see. When we get under way.”

“You mean we’re on the move?”

“Very soon. Everything is ready. The boosters fire at four.”

“Then of course I want to see it. I’m sorry, John, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Thanks for waking me.” She saw his weary eyes. “Have you had any sleep at all?”

“No. I’ll sleep when I’m sure everything is all right.”

“Don’t do another Neirling boost. They’re bad for you.” Maddy heard the mothering tone in her voice, but it was too late to do anything about that. She went across to the small closet and pulled out pants and a sleeveless top. “I have to dress. You can stay if you like, but if it makes you feel uncomfortable, you should step outside.”

Back on Earth she wouldn’t have thought to mention it, but different privacy standards applied on Sky City.

“I’ll stay.” John’s mumble could barely be heard.

“Fine.” Maddy slipped off her nightgown and pulled on her clothes. She noticed that he kept his back turned the whole time. So much for her girlish charms. As she pulled on her boots she asked, “Where should I go for the best view?”

“Actually, for the first day or so there’ll be nothing to see. Sky City will accelerate so slowly, only the observing instruments will tell you that we’re leaving orbit.”

“You mean I won’t even know we’ve started boosting?”

“Oh, you’ll know all right. I hope we don’t know too well.” John smiled at Maddy’s perplexed look, his first smile since the light went on. “The acceleration will be very small, but to push the whole of Sky City we’ll be applying thrust to just a dozen areas, and each one’s only a couple of meters across.”

“Can that be a problem?”

“We’re hoping not. Our calculations say we’ll be all right. But imagine that you had an enormous dish, and you supported it on a dozen tiny pins around the edge and nowhere else. You’d worry that if the dish were heavy enough, the pins would push right through it. We can’t let the local boosters push so hard that they stress the Sky City structure locally beyond what it can stand.”

“What happens if the stresses are too great?”

“Well, we’ll be watching closely. We won’t let it go so far that the plates buckle or the joints fail. But if we have to reduce the thrust, we’ll have other problems. The acceleration would have to be smaller, and then all our other schedules for the new particle defense system would have to change.”

“I see.” Maddy did see — several things. She liked John’s hand on her arm, guiding her along. And he was comfortable again, away from the world of naked ladies and back to his stresses and strains and Poisson’s ratios and buckling coefficients. “Oh, I forgot. What about the new rolfes? Are they on their way from Earth?”

“Not yet. We’re expecting the first ones any day now.”

He did not mention that the arrival of the rolfes would remove Maddy’s reason for remaining on Sky City. She had called Gordy Rolfe two days ago, prepared to offer logic of her own as to why she ought to remain. Gordy had beaten her to it with his first remark: “Hyslop isn’t on the Aten asteroid project anymore.”

“I know.”

“But you stay there. I want you glued to him tighter than ever. Report to me on his every move.”

Gordy had glared at her out of the screen. The scene around him looked like a junkyard, bits and pieces of equipment everywhere. He looked like a junkyard, too, food on his unshaven face and the front of the black jumpsuit, feverish bloodshot eyes and trembling hands.

“But what do I tell Bruno Colombo? I need a reason for staying on Sky City.” She knew that Gordy was in the underground habitat, because she could see the circular wall and the dark green plants beyond it.

“Hell, d’you want me to do your job for you? Tell him anything you like. Sweet-talk Hyslop. Smile at him, show him your tits, open your legs, whatever.”

“I’m not sure that sort of thing works with Hyslop.” It hasn’t so far, and I have been sort of trying. But Gordy can’t be trusted with that sort of detail.

“Fine. It wouldn’t work with me, either. Maybe he’s the one who should be working for Argos instead of you.” Gordy lifted the spindly metal shaft that he was holding in one greasy hand. “All right, here’s what you do. You tell them you have to stay up there until all the new rolfes have arrived, just in case they don’t work right and you have to fix them. That will give you at least ten days.”

“If the rolfes don’t work when they arrive, there’s not much chance I’ll be able to fix them. I’m no great expert when it comes to electronics.”

“Tell me news. It won’t matter. They’ll work exactly as they’re supposed to, and you won’t have to fix a damn thing.”

“How do you know they’ll work?”

He snarled at her. Somehow he had managed to get graphite on his front teeth. They were streaked with black. “The rolfes will work perfectly, because I’m making the fucking things. Personally. Now are you happy? Get back to work. Follow Hyslop, watch what he does. Especially if he starts digging into inventory records and delivery schedules, anything that relates to Argos Group activities. If that happens, you call me at once. Anytime.”

“Anytime?”

“You heard me. You work twenty-four hours a day, the way I do.”

And look the way you do? But he was gone before Maddy could be tempted.

In any case, there was no way to track John Hyslop day and night. Nights could have been easy, but sexually he was the most timid man she had ever met. He found her attractive, she felt sure he did, based on the few occasions when they had both let down their guards. But he never made a move. She had gone as far as she could without grabbing him and dragging him into the bedroom. Was that what he needed? It was about all that was left.

He still had his hand on her arm, leading her. They were going “up” toward the central axis of Sky City, and the centrifugal force against which they climbed was steadily dropping.

“Where are you taking me? To the engineering information center?”

“No, There’s an observation chamber outside the main body of the city, near the power-generating plant. You’ll have the best view from there.”

Maddy had learned the basic geometry and jargon of Sky City. The structure was in orbit around the Earth and at the same time spun around its central axis. That axis always pointed to a fixed direction in space, out toward the cone end of the space shield and Alpha Centauri. The simulation chamber where she and John Hyslop had discovered Lucille DeNorville’s mutilated body lay on the “front” side of the city, the side facing toward the shield. The power-generation plant sat on the “back” side, with the bulk of the city between them and the shield to provide better protection from the particle storm. “We won’t be able to see the shield, will we?”

“Part of it will be in your field of view, beyond the edges of the Sky City disk. But I doubt you’ll actually be able to see it. It’s too tenuous.” They had reached the axis, and John was floating her along the broad air-filled tunnel extending beyond the bulk of Sky City in the direction of the power-generation plant. “Don’t worry; the shield isn’t where the action is. You’ll see everything worth seeing from right here.”

They had come to a fork in the passageway, a place where on one branch a flat hatch was set into the side of the tunnel. John released Maddy’s arm as the hatch began to slide open.