Charles Sheffield - Transcendence

The arrival of Kallik in the observation bubble was both an unwelcome interruption and a reminder to Darya that there were other formidable intelligences on board the Erebus .

The little Hymenopt came drifting in, to stand diffidently by Darya’s side. Darya raised her eyebrows.

“One has heard,” began Kallik. She had learned to interpret human gestures, far better than Darya had learned to read hers. “One has heard that you have been able to perform a systematic mapping of Anfract geometry.”

Darya nodded. “How do you know that?”

“Master Nenda said that you spoke of it to him.”

“Pearls before swine.”

“Indeed?” Kallik bobbed her black head politely. “But the statement is true, is it not? Because if so, a discovery of my own may have relevance.” She settled down on the floor next to Darya, eight legs splayed.

Darya stopped glooming. The unscratched itch in her brain started to fade, and she began to pay serious attention to Kallik. It was the Hymenopt, after all, who had — quite independently of Darya — solved the riddle of artifact spheres of change which had led them to Quake at Summertide.

“I, too, have been studying the Anfract,” Kallik went on. “Perhaps from a different perspective than yours. I decided that, although the geometric structure of the Anfract itself is interesting, our focus should be on planets within it. They, surely, are the only places where Zardalu could reasonably be living. It might seem well established from outside observation that there are many, many planets within the Anfract — the famous phenomenon known as the Beads, or String of Pearls, would seem to prove it: scores of beautiful planets, observed by scores of ships. Proved, except for this curious fact: the explorers who succeed in reaching the interior of the Anfract, and returning from it, report no planets around the handful of suns that they visited. They say that planets in the Anfract must certainly be a rarity, and perhaps even nonexistent. Who, then, is right?”

“The ones who went inside.” Darya did not hesitate. “Remote viewing is no substitute for direct approach.”

“My conclusion also. So the Beads, and the String of Pearls, must be illusions. They are the result of an odd lens effect that focuses planets from far away, perhaps outside the spiral arm or in another galaxy entirely, and makes them visible in the neighborhood of the Anfract. Very well. I therefore eliminated all the multiple planetary sightings of the Beads, and of String of Pearls. That left only a handful of isolated planet sightings within the Anfract. If our earlier analyses are correct, one of them will be Genizee. I have locations from which they were viewed, and their directions at the time. But I did not know how to propagate through the Anfract’s complex geometry to the interior—”

“I do!” Darya was cursing herself. She had worked alone because she usually worked alone, but it was clear now that she should have been collaborating with Kallik. “I needed to do those calculations so I could derive lightlike trajectories across the Anfract.”

“As I surmised and hoped.” Kallik moved to the terminal that tied the observation bubble to the central computer of the Erebus . “So if I provide you with my locations and directions, and you continue their vectors along Anfract geodesics—”

“ — we’ll have your planet locations.” The mental itch was almost gone. Darya felt a vague sense of loss, but action overrode it. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll crank out all your answers.”

Darya was tempted to call it a law of nature.

Lang’s Law: Everything always takes longer.

It was not a few minutes. It was six hours before she could collate her results and seek out Hans Rebka and Louis Nenda. She found them with Julian Graves in the main control room of the Erebus . Dulcimer was nowhere to be seen, but the three-dimensional displays of the Anfract, ported over from the Polypheme’s data banks on the Indulgence , filled the center of the room.

She stood in silence for a few seconds, savoring the moment and waiting to be noticed. Then she realized that might take a long time. They were deep in discussion.

She stepped forward to stand right between Nenda and Rebka, where she could not be ignored.

“Kallik and I know how to find the Zardalu!” A touch of sensationalism, maybe even a little smugness — but no more than their discovery deserved. “If Dulcimer will take us into the Anfract, we know where we should go.”

Nenda and Rebka moved, but only so that they could still see each other and talk around her. It was Julian Graves who turned to face her, with a ringing, “Then I wish that you would bring it to their attention.” He gestured at Nenda and Rebka. “Because the conversation here is certainly going nowhere.”

At that moment Darya became aware of the level of tension in the room. If she had not been so full of herself, she would have read it from the postures. The air was charged with emotion, as invisible and as lethal as superheated steam.

“What’s wrong?” But she was already guessing. Louis Nenda and Hans Rebka were close to blows. Atvar H’sial hovered close-by, rearing up menacingly on her two hindmost limbs.

“It’s him.” Rebka stabbed an accusing finger an inch short of Nenda’s chest. “Tells us he’ll take us to somebody who can pilot us in, then wastes our energy and money and days of our time getting to Bridle Gap and arguing with that lying corkscrew. And then that’s what we get for our Anfract approach routes.”

He was pointing at the big display. Darya stared at it in perplexity. It was not the Anfract she had been studying. In addition to the usual features, the 3-D image was filled with yellow lines snaking into the center of the anomaly. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Take a close look, and you’ll see for yourself. Like to fly that one?” He pointed to a wriggling trajectory that abruptly terminated in a tiny sphere of darkness. “See where it ends ? Follow it, and you’ll run yourself right into the middle of a singularity. No more Erebus , no more crew.”

“You’re as dumb as a Ditron.” Nenda stepped closer to Rebka, pushing Darya aside as though she did not exist. “If you’d just listen to me for a minute—”

“Now wait a second!” The days when Darya would let herself be ignored were over. She pushed back and grabbed Rebka’s arm. “Hans, how do you know that the Polypheme suggests those as approach paths? For heaven’s sake, why don’t you ask him what he’s proposing to do?”

“Exactly!” Nenda said, but Rebka roared him down.

“Ask him! Don’t you think I want to ask him? He’s on board, we know that, but that’s all we know. He’s vanished! That brain-burned bum, as soon as we started to talk about Anfract approach routes, and safety factors, and time-varying fields, he excused himself for a minute. No one has seen him since.”

“And it’s your damned fault!” Nenda was as loud as Rebka, pushing Darya to one side again and glaring at him eyeball-to-eyeball. “Didn’t I tell you not to let Tally do that stupid data download from the Indulgence ? I warned you all .”

Two long, jointed limbs came swooping down, grasped Nenda and Rebka by the back of their shirts, and drew them easily apart. Julian Graves nodded gratefully to Atvar H’sial. “Thank you.” He turned to Rebka. “Louis Nenda indeed warned you.”

“Warned him of what ?” Darya was tired of this.

Nenda shook himself free of Atvar H’sial’s grasp and slumped into a seat. “Of the obvious thing.” His voice was exasperated. “Dulcimer makes his living as a pilot. But he’s a Chism Polypheme, so that means he’s paranoid and expects people to try to rob him. His stored displays are exactly how I’d expect them to be — totally useless! He has all the real stuff hidden in his head, where no one can steal it. There’s nothing but lies in the data bank. Pilfer from him and use that to fly with, and you’re a dead duck.”