Jack McDevitt - Coming Home

“Well, Chase, I suppose they have the option of staying on the Capella for another five years.”

Mutes had come a long way in the human perspective over the recent past, principally through the assistance they’d rendered at Salud Afar. Nevertheless, even in this more enlightened age, their black diamond eyes, reptilian gray skin, and especially their fangs provided an unsettling appearance. But the real problem, as everyone understood, was that they knew what you were thinking. And, of course, Schultz’s passengers and crew, and she herself, had never lived outside that earlier era.

The broadcast would have been picked up by the Deloi , which left me wondering what its Mute pilot was thinking.

“They won’t be surprised,” said Belle, demonstrating a capability herself for reading minds.

When the Deloi showed up and docked with the Capella , they opened their airlock and we watched while thirty-three people walked through the exit tube and were greeted by the Mute pilot, who had to use a voice-box that also served as a translator. Everything seemed to go as smoothly as anyone could have hoped although the passengers were obviously unnerved. It didn’t help that Mute laughter sounds forced to humans, or maybe a bit like the laughter of a vampire. But, fortunately, there was only one alien on board.

Later, John told us that Captain Schultz, after assuring the selected families that there was no reason to be concerned about the Mute pilot and that everyone knew their telepathic capabilities were vastly exaggerated, added that she was expecting a delay before the next group would be able to get off. They would, she noted, be smart to go now while they could. She sent along a female junior officer whom everyone liked and trusted. “The only problem there,” said the director, “was that the junior officer was pretty nervous, too, but she was able to hide it.”

“Incoming call,” said Belle. “From John Kraus.”

“Chase.” He showed up on-screen, looking annoyed. “I need your help.”

“Of course, John. What can I do?”

“I may have misplayed my hand. You know who Robert Dyke is, right?”

“Sure.”

“You’re probably not aware of this, but JoAnn left some suggestions for him. On what she thought might work. You know, the drive-manipulation thing. It looks as if she did a lot of thinking about it while she was stuck on the Grainger . I passed what she had along to him. He’s on the Capella .”

“I know.”

“Okay. What you don’t know is that he’s talking about putting her ideas into action. He’s going to try doing what she did on the Grainger .”

“Well, that’s why you gave it to him, isn’t it?”

“No, it isn’t. Well, hell, I don’t know. I wanted him to be able to see what she thought, and maybe he could find a way to make it applicable. But he’s telling me that her comments are helpful, ‘illuminating,’ he said, but that there’s no way to be certain of the outcome. I’ve asked him to stay away from it if he can’t be sure. But he isn’t cooperating.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Talk to him. Tell him what the Grainger looked like when you were walking through it looking for JoAnn and Nick. Make him understand the risk he’d be taking.”

“John, why not tell Captain Schultz?”

“Dyke’s already talked to her. He’s convinced her he can make it work.”

“I wouldn’t have any influence with this guy, John. Maybe you should ask Shara to do this? At least he probably knows who she is.”

He hesitated. “I’ve already asked her. She won’t do it.”

“Why not?”

John looked like a man in pain. “She’s not sure what’s the right thing to do. Please, Chase, the lives of these people may hang on this. You were close to JoAnn. Maybe you can let him know she didn’t trust it.”

“I can’t believe anything I might tell him would make any difference, John.”

“You could be right, Chase. But you’re all we’ve got. Think about what you saw on board the Grainger . Imagine what it would have looked like if there’d been more than two thousand people on board.”

That provided a chill. “All right,” I said. “Can you connect me with him?”

“Give me a minute. We’re going to tell him who you are and that you wanted to speak to him. Okay?”

“All right.”

“By the way, I’ll stay on audio.” That almost sounded like a warning.

The screen went blank.

I sat there staring at it. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

The next voice I heard wasn’t John’s: “Okay, Robert—We’ve got her.”

And a face blinked on. “Chase?”

“Yes. Hello, Professor Dyke.”

In photos, Dyke came across as solemn, humorless, cocksure of himself. But the image on the display belied all that. He was worried and looked as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders though he nevertheless managed a smile. “Hello, Chase. I understand you wanted to talk to me?”

“Uh, yes, Professor.”

“I’m Rob,” he said. “Please keep it short. I’m busy at the moment.”

“Rob, I understand you’re thinking about trying to do the same thing that JoAnn Suttner did on the Grainger ?”

“No. That’s not correct. I’m changing the formulation.”

“But you can’t be certain it will work, is that right?”

He stared at me. The smile was gone. “Chase, I think I understand what this is about. And I believe I can save us both some time. No, to answer your question, in a matter like this, there is no absolute certainty. But we have the next best thing. JoAnn has passed me some data, and some after-the-fact speculation that is very helpful. I don’t think there is any realistic reason to be worried.”

“Robert, walking through that dead place picturing what happened to JoAnn and Nick was possibly the worst experience of my life.” That was, of course, a lie since at the time I had no idea what had happened to them. “I cannot imagine what it would be like to condemn almost three thousand people to that kind of death. Please don’t do this.”

“I need to cut this short. Let me ask you a question: If you were here with us, what would you want me to do? Provide you an almost certain ticket home? Or back off and cause you to lose another five years of life with your friends and family?”

I guess I stared back while I fumbled for a reply. “I—”

He waited. Then: “I guess that’s clear enough, Chase. Maybe we’ll have a chance to talk again sometime.”

He blinked off. And John was back, glaring out of the screen at me. “Well done, Chase,” he said. “If he kills everybody, it’s on your head.”

It left me in a rage. I sat there staring at the mike, rehearsing what I would say to John Kraus when I called him back. How in hell had this become my call? I was still fuming over it, trying to figure out what I wanted to say, when Belle told me John was on the circuit again.

“Tell him I’m busy,” I said.

“I think you should take it, Chase.”

Why not? I had a few things to say to him anyhow. Might as well get them said.

John’s face appeared on-screen. “I’m sorry, Chase. That wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have put you into that position.” The lips softened into a smile. “I apologize.”