Tony Ballantyne - Recursion

– Except us, said Red.

“Except me,” said Constantine.

Jay frowned. “I know that, and do you know what a risk it is, me just speaking to you now? You realize there are two personalities in here who will suffer if they catch you? There is no safe way to send out a message.”

Constantine felt chastened. He looked down at his feet for a moment. The tower cast no shadow here, he noticed; the moon lit up the entire pavement before him.

He sighed slowly. “I’m sorry, Jay, but we’re running a great risk speaking to those people in the quorum. Either we tell them the secret they’re trying to find out, or, worse, we say nothing and raise their suspicions that we’re holding something back.”

Jay said nothing. Her hands slid up her face and she began to fiddle with her earlobes in the manner of a little girl. She suddenly realized what she was doing and snatched her hands away, then stared up the side of the tower at the lit upper window.

Finally she spoke. “Okay. You’ve convinced me. We’ll have to take the risk. I don’t like it, but there you are. I’m going to try and send a message to the real world. I hope our steganography is good enough. Give me a minute.”

She turned and walked through the open door behind her into the tower. Constantine stood alone for a moment, a forgotten man beneath the night sky. The moonlight picked out the edges of the dark clouds high above with white highlights. Behind him was the brightly lit lobby of his own hotel. He wondered at the way its guests and staff didn’t notice the huge black tower floating just outside their door.

Jay walked back out onto the balcony, holding something in her hand.

“If they don’t pick this up the moment it leaves the vicinity of the tower, we should be okay. Heaven knows how they’ll get a message back, though. Catch it, we don’t want it to break.”

She tossed the object in Constantine’s direction. It tumbled end over end as it fell. There was a brief discontinuity just before it hit the ground when it seemed to shift in its position slightly to the left. The effect reminded him of a stone being dropped in water.

He dived for it too late. A bottle. It bounced on the ground, once, twice, but didn’t break. His heart pounding, he bent to pick it up. An empty green wine bottle, the space inside it twisted into significant forms.

A message in a bottle? Constantine straightened to look back at Jay but she had gone. The tower was already two hundred meters up and rising.

He suddenly felt incredibly lonely. Gripping the bottle tightly, he walked into his hotel.

Herb was in the entertainment tankwatching an old movie: a black-and-white flick called The Blue Magnolia , color and dimension enhanced to make it suitable for a modern audience. If only they could have done something to the plot, wished Herb; as far as he was concerned, it made no sense whatsoever.

Johnston stuck his head above the trapdoor.

“Okay, Herb, we’re on. Let’s go.”

Herb felt his heart thumping in his chest. His hand involuntarily tightened around the hard little machine that Robert had given him, now wrapped in a white linen napkin to prevent Herb cutting himself on its sharp edges.

“No. I thought we had to prepare further. We’re not ready.”

“We’re as ready as we’ll ever be,” Robert replied. “Come on. Don’t you want to see my ship?” He ducked down into the secret passageway.

Herb looked around the comfortable surroundings of his own ship and wished it a sad good-bye. He wondered if they would have white leather and parquet flooring where he was going. He doubted it. He gave a sigh and stepped into emptiness over the trapdoor. His body swung smoothly through ninety degrees as he entered the connecting space between the two ships.

Inside, the secret passageway was longer than it had looked when seen from Herb’s lounge. It echoed and clanked as he walked along it, and beneath those sounds he could feel a shuddering and jarring that suggested the two ships were moving. There was a sudden groaning sound and the passageway itself seemed to deform, twisting this way and that. Herb felt a stab of horror as a hole appeared by his feet and he found himself looking outside, out across to the horizon over a sea of writhing VNMs. That sea was dropping away as the two ships rose higher and higher into the air.

“Come on,” Robert called from the end of the passageway. “I’m recycling the materials of this passageway. The VNMs aren’t going to hang about while you dawdle in there.”

Herb began to run to where Robert waited, holes appearing all around him as he went, cold daylight streaming through the sudden gaps. It was odd: the apparent gravity of the passageway was perpendicular to that of the planet. Which way would he fall if he stepped through a hole? Out, or down? Or neither? Would the gravity field hold strong beneath his feet?

Herb stepped, panting, into Robert’s ship and looked around the interior expectantly.

It was completely empty. A bare room lit with pale blue light from the ceiling. It reminded Herb of a VR room when the entertainment had finished. No, more than that, it reminded him of old images he had seen of film sets when all the props and scenery had been cleared away. Robert’s ship was an empty shell waiting to be filled with the furniture and controls that would make it a real spacecraft.

“Anything wrong, Herb?” Robert smiled faintly as Herb stared around the bare cuboid of the room. Two bumps in the angle between the floor and the rear wall were the only hint that something more to this ship lay beyond the bare surfaces. Herb guessed part of the motors protruded into the room at those points. He looked at Robert in astonishment.

“Where’s the rest of this ship? Or is this another one of your jokes? Is it all hidden away somewhere? Or is this a VR projection?”

“No. It’s another test. Something for you to figure out. By the way, you should step clear of the hatch now. We are about to make a warp jump into space.”

Wordlessly, Herb stepped away from the opening in the floor from which he had just emerged. A panel slid across it, smoothly sealing the gap.

“Okay,” said Robert. “First stop, orbit, to make a copy of your ship, and then we jump right into the heart of the Enemy Domain.”

Herb tilted his head to one side and gazed at Robert appraisingly. “You’re a robot, aren’t you?” he said. “I should have guessed as much. That’s how you always managed to stay one jump ahead of me.”

Johnston nodded once at Herb’s grin. “I can see that’s managed to salvage your ego a little,” he said dryly.

Herb continued around the room, tapping at the smooth grey walls as he went.

“That’s why you don’t need anything in here. No beds or sofas or kitchen or…or…anything.”

“Yes,” Robert said dismissively, then changed the subject. “I’m about to activate the reproductive mechanism on your own ship. Do you want to watch?”

Without waiting for a reply, Robert called up an external view on one wall. Herb saw the final stages of his ship’s warp transition from the planet’s surface, watched it slotting itself back into normal space with a faint shimmer.

Herb frowned suspiciously. “Why are you making a copy of my ship?”

“We’ll be jumping into the Enemy Domain in one of them. We’re keeping the other one as a spare to get us out.” He gave Herb a despairing look. “We can’t stay on mine, can we? There are no facilities here.”

Herb’s voice held a faint tremble. “Why will we need another ship to get out? What will happen to the first one?”

Robert pointed to the sharp little linen-wrapped machine that Herb carried in his hand.