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C
ities Are the Solution," proclaims sources such as manufactured goods and cul
the listing in the table of contents tural activities. Having so many people in such
for Robert Kunzig's article in the a small area increases the probability of
December 20 1 1 National Geo chance encounters and interactions between
graphic. It's immediately followed by the people with complementary skills and ideas
blurb, "They may be the best way to lift peo that can combine synergistically, which at
ple from poverty and preserve the environ least potentially makes cities "gardens" of cre
ment." ativity.1 That's why cities are where we find
That may be, but whenever I hear anybody impressive museums, orchestras, and profil
claim to have "The Solution" to anything, I sions of diverse restaurants.
grow wary and feel obliged to offer some loyal According to the authors of some of these
opposition-especially when I'm hearing the articles, the bigger the city is, the more pro
same sort of view from many quarters. This nounced these advantages become. And "big
appears to be one of those cases; touting ex ger" is a three-dimensional concept. Some of
treme urbanization as The Wave of the Future, them advocate putting more and more living
and a Good Thing, seems to be all the rage space, industry, and even agriculture into Re
this season. Scientific American devoted its ally Big skyscrapers-a direction in which
September 20 1 1 Special Issue to the theme some parts of the world, notably North Amer
"Cities: Smarter, Greener, Better," with close ica and Asia, are already moving.
to a dozen articles on various aspects of the From the viewpoint of some of us, there's
subject, introduced by the editorial comment, one more advantage of urbanization (which
"Humankind's future is in the city. That's a might strike some as a bit cynical): Concen
good thing. " trating lots of people in cities leaves more
But is it? Or do we still need to be looking at room elsewhere for those who don't like liv
other alternatives? ing in densely packed crowds.
TIle authors do make cogent arguments for For a while, at least-but more on d,at later.
advantages of cities, some of them perhaps Some of the articles acknowledge some of
surprising. Greener? Well, yes, at least in some the problems that have besmirched many peo
ways. When people are concentrated in small ple's views of cities in the past-crowding,
areas where they can walk to many of the stress, concentrated poverty, traffic jams, high
places they go, and take public transportation crime rates-but think they see ways to allevi
to most of the others, their per capita impact ate these in the future. Many of their proposed
on the environment, in terms of both resource solutions involve technology (notably, and not
consumption and pollution, is less than when surprisingly, the internet) and economic and
they're more spread out. A similar argument educational innovations. Some of them may
can be made for other forms of energy use, even work.
such as the generation and distribution of elec But it seems to me that many of them gloss
triCity and water. over some of the biggest weaknesses of push
Cities also give their inhabitants easier ac ing extreme urbanization as the answer to the
cess to a richer variety of human-made re- world's problems. One of the most important
I Though the internet is now serving a similar function, arguably on an even larger scale.
2 STANLEY SCHMIDT
.JUNE 2012
of these (on which I've conmlented before') is all of that means they have to have reliable
the fact that packing very large numbers of power to run those things. If there's a fire on
people into a small area makes them all ex an upper level, it may or may not be possible
tremely dependent on big, complex, fragile in to do anything about it, but it won't be easy. A
frastructures, and vulnerable to disruptions in fireman once told me that neither he nor his
those systems, Everybody in a city, at least as fellow firemen would stay above the seventh
we now know cities and also as most of these floor of a hotel.
authors envision those of the future, must rely Nothing is risk-free, of course, and some
on big, interconnected networks, over which may consider the advantages of skyscrapers to
they have no direct control, for everyday be worth the risk (or they may simply refuse
needs like power, water, and communica to think about the risk as something that
tions, The overall system can be a marvel might actually apply to them).
when everything is working, but it comes A subtler disadvantage of putting much of
crashing to a halt, leaving people unable to the population in Cities, but in the long run
function, if something breaks down, maybe an important one, is that it increases
And things do break down, for a wide vari their already prevalent psychological isolation
ety of reasons ranging from simple human er from, and consequent lack of understanding
ror, to sabotage, to natural disasters like of, the ecosystem of which they are ultimate
storms, earthquakes, and tsunamis. Some ly parts. It already seems to me that many city
times these disruptions are brief inconve dwellers have little or no gut feeling for such
niences and things soon get back to normal. very basic facts as that steak comes from a
Sometinles they're not, and they don't. cow, not a refrigerator case in a store. If even
All these dependences and vulnerabilities more of us live even farther from any person
are intensified if you put a lot of your people al familiarity with agricultural reality, I can
and functionality into skyscrapers. If you're liv imagine that disconnect getting even worse
ing on the ground floor or two or three floors and leading to more uninformed and misguid
up and your building becomes unlivable, you ed attitudes and decisions. If the cities are run
can probably go outside, and maybe to all0th by managers and engineers who do under
er building where things are better, unless you stand ecology, maybe that doesn't matter. But
have some kinds of health problems. If you maybe it does. City dwellers do, after all,
have tens of thousands of people living or vote .. . .
working dozens of stories above ground level But the biggest weakness of the city "solu
in a single building, and the elevators become tion" may be this: Reducingper capita impact
inoperable, a great many of them will be un and finding ways to cram more and more peo
able to get out. Buildings that tall have to have ple onto the planet encourages the delusion
elevators to be livable. They also have to have that it's okay to keep making more of our
means of getting water t o and f r o m high selves without limit. Per capita isn't every
places, and heating and cooling systems, and thing; the total impact of lots of people with
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small "footprints" can be as bad as, or worse doing what they would rather do. Choice of
than, that of a smaller number with larger in lifestyle will d i s a p p e a r. We'll all be city
dividual footprints. If we keep using the dwellers whether we want to or not.
"small individual footprint" rationale to justify And that's not a real solution, in the long
packing more and more of us in, the planet run. Ultimately-and this is a point that no
will become so urbanized that there will be body in any of those articles touches-we'll
few if any alternatives for people who don't still have to reduce population growth.
like d1at kind of life. As that point approaches, The only questions are when and how, and
I can easily imagine social pressures, ultimate we don't need yet another excuse to post
ly given teem by legislation, to hasten that end pone minking about them.•
by "encouraging" people to live in the city
which really means discouraging them from Copyright © 2012 Stanley Schmidt
I have not failed. I've just found ten thousand ways that won't work.
-Thomas A. Edison
4 STANLEY SCHMIDT
Paul Carlson
G
orgeous s c e ne r y all a r o u n d . Tall Took off my gloves to reach in and check
conifers, bright green in springtime, one narrow spot, and barked a knuckle on an
with pure white snow in between. exposed bolt. Ow, that hurt! Stifled a curse,
What a contrast from my usual rOlltes, and wondered if this was the fiftieth or hun
across crowded cities and arid desert. Luckily dredth time I'd lost that particular patch of
Mek was along to help me drive, because the skin. I dabbed off the blood and wrapped it
change from traffic jams really got distracting. with an antiseptic bandage. Just the usual.
For the moment, I sat behind the wheel, be Next I checked the engine. I'd been staying
cause our load was heavier than most and the overnight in dle truck's sleeper compartment,
downgrade ahead steep. My rig's fuel-cell en but couldn't shake the worry that somebody
gine seemed up to the task, hauling a long might've tampered with the fuel cells. These
flatbed with more than forty wheels, rib new engines require very expensive chemi
boned with yellow Oversize Load banners. All cals and components, and theft's a big prob
because of a gigantic sixty-fIve-ton steel tur lem. Anyway, everything was in good shape.
bine, headed for a geothermal power plant in Fifty yards ahead, a scenic overlook faced
rural Montana. north over a broad valley and the descending
Fortunately the highway wasn't busy, since highway. Spotted the public telescope I re
I needed the whole width of the two-lane membered, and walked over there to have a
road to get around some of its curves. From look. Far below, the nearest town looked
years before, I remembered a wide margin small and peaceful. If Laurie weren't so com
truckers' use for brake checks. A minute later mitted to her nursery-school kids, maybe we
we saw it, free of snow and not too muddy, so could retire and . . .
I pulled over. I plunked down on a wooden bench, thank
The air smelled of pine pitch as I got out to ful to find it warmed by the sun. Toward the
stretch my legs and poke around the rig. None west, a half-moon showed. To my surprise, a
of the tires had blown and all the brake pads I brilliant spark appeared near the Moon. As I
could reach looked okay. watched, it moved. Couldn't tell how far
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distracted, the guy opened the rear hatch, got explained. "Doll Box's database indicates that
out a cardboard box, and dumped the kitten. felines prefer a warm, secure den."
It darted under a bush, and the man, with a "Thanks," I told Mek. "Doll Box," I went on,
guilty look, jumped into the SlN and drove "when you get a good connection, send a
away. We could not see which direction they video clip to Alice." She loves to see what ro
turned. bots can learn. "Oh, and tell her, you know,
"That is not a decent action," said Mek. drop a hint, about how this cat might be need
"Not legal either. The man could b e charged ing a good home."
as a criminal." "Got it, boss," said my sometimes too-help
I sighed and gave the kitten the rest of my ful assistant. "I will also upload the proper reg
cheese. "I'll bet the poor guy is at the end of istration forms and procedural guidelines for
his rope. Looks like he can barely feed his hu possessing a feline companion animal in your
man charges." I blinked and rubbed my eyes, home jurisdiction. "
surely due to itchy tree pollen. "Dang it, Lau A loud snort served as my reply.
rie won't allow pets in the house." The downhill trip proved uneventful. Only
My wife's lost too many beloved pets over met one car, and thankfully on a wide stretch.
the years to want any more. She'd rather focus These modern engines lack a jake-brake, but
on her human students, anyway. Standing, I the continuous transmission locked into a low
hurried to the truck. The kitten followed us, enough gear to take some strain off the air
but a motorcycle came roaring past, and it brakes. They began to smoke anyway, but
scampered back. none of the pads totally overheated. I was
Sitting in the cab, I thought about a sermon originally supposed to have an escort, a pilot
I'd heard two weeks previous, when Pedro truck and maybe even a state police cruiser,
and Alice Owen dragged me to their church. but nobody contacted me, and there's always
A message we've all heard before, "do some a schedule to keep. If anyone asked, I had all
thing good." Can't save the whole planet by the permits, and the whole lash-up was inch
yourself, but you sure can do something sig es smaller and a couple of tons lighter than re
nificant. How many times had I driven past a quires an escort.
forlorn hitchhiker, or a beggar standing in the We got into town half an hour later. On our
median strip? TIlen again, I argued to myself, right was a small lumber mill, and I noticed a
I'm not a social worker, much less a miracle big yellow contraption unloading logs from a
worker. But how much help does a kitten real lumber truck.
ly need' The conununity looked as peaceful as it had
Then 1 was running, yelling even, and the through the view point's telescope. Several of
startled hawk wheeled away. A minute later the houses on the near edge of town were
we were all inside the cab: a grumpy old hu holding yard sales. "Look!" I pointed with my
man, a clever industrial robot, a chatty built-in left hanel. "Is that what I think it is'"
assistant, and the world's cutest kitten. A block farther, a closed-down pharmacy
"Mek, my driver's seat is pneumatic, and provided an empty lot in which to park. The
you know how it f lexes up and down? We whole rig groaned and shook as 1 brought it to
have to keep this cat from underneath." How a gradual stop. The sharp odor of hot brakes
could I find the poor kitty a home? Dropping ftlled the air.
it in some town would be cruel, and with mu I reminded Mek that, unlike a dog, we
nicipal budgets in ruins, an animal shelter like couldn't let the kitten out of the cab. Especial
ly equaled a death sentence. ly not in some unfamiliar place.
We started toward the downgrade, and 1 "I will continue to hold her," Mek said.
glanced over to see Mek cradling the kitten in "Thanks! I'll see if 1 can get something to
his metal hands. Elbows splayed, in a position help." I'd been pretty sure we rescued a "she,"
no human could maintain very well, his long and seldom doubt Mek's powers of observa
fingers enclosed a large space. A clean rag tion.
made for a cushion, and the kitten looked hap Walked back to a house with two long fold
py. ing tables set up at the edge of their lawn, cov
"I have heated my internal lubricant," Mek ered with k.nickknacks. Sure enough, 1 saw an
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old pet carrier on sale. help shaking my head. "Dumped off by some
The lady of the house was busy digging a ragged-looking clan."
flower bed. She strode on over. "Howdy there, "It's yours," Donna proclaimed, thumping
sir, and a fme afternoon to ya. Bet you're the the carrier. "No charge. " She lined it with a
one drivin' that truck, with the huge whatev couple of old sweatshirts, then put the kitten
er-it-is on board." She stuck out a muddy hand. inside and closed the mesh door. "What's her
"I'm Donna. From the stink, I'd say you about name?"
lost your brakes." "Viewpoint," I said. "Here, I insist." Paid her
"Claude." Her handshake was firm. "It's a a good price after aU.
dual-pressure power turbine, along with the "Hold on a minute." Donna went indoors,
housing and pipe fittings. Bit hairy coming and brought us a little plastic tray with kitty lit
down off the plateau, but we made it okay." ter. "I'd offer to keep Viewpoint with us, but
"I wondered if you was headed to that deep our tomcats are real territorial. Outside there's
geothermal project. Biggest job around here in wolves and cougars at night, and us locals
ages. Where's it coming from?" can't touch a hair on their biochipped hides."
"Mexico. First pickup I've made down there Another lady carried out a bag of cat chow.
in a long time. Asia isn't sending us much "Take good care of the kitty," she said. "I'm
these days." Yesenia. Got to run, stew's boiling . " She
She made a face. "Unpaid bond interest, turned, brushing a tanned arm against Don
something like that." na's, and went back inside.
Politics give me a headache. I indicated the I wondered what good stuff was in that
pet carrier box. "How much?" stew. "Love your town," 1 told Donna. "We're
She named a price I considered way too due at the construction site in a couple of
high, and with a smile, 1 said so. hours, but I'm glad we stopped. Good to see
"Now, now, sir. Hunting's banned, so we you folks are hanging on." That log hauler,
have to rake it off you out-of-towners some now empty, exited the lumberyard and rolled
how. " She smiled back. back north.
"Ma'am, we both know your best items got "I hear ya," Donna replied. "A lot of VIPs
snapped up hours ago. " My wife Laurie used have ranches in this region, real big spreads,
to hold a lot of yard sales. "Bargain now, or and they need skilled locals. They go to bat for
back into your garage it goes." us sometimes, and you know what' With all
"Oh well, I always had a soft spot for truck the trouble in the world, them billionaires
ers." She named a better price. have places of refuge set up. Fancy under
1 glanced toward my truck. "Thanks. We re ground resorts! Supposed to be a big secret,
ally do-" Mek was outside, jogging our way. but we all know."
"What?!" exclaimed Donna. A yowling noise "Interesting." I wondered if Pedro Owen's
punctuated her remark. dad owned such a place. "Sort of like Galt's
"My driving partner," 1 explained, with a Gulch, or as close as reality's going to allow.
flash of nervousness. "He's good folks." Doubt I'd get invited, unless they need a truck
My robotic buddy looked upset. "This feline load of bulk supplies. Anyway, thanks. " 1 gave
is agitated, and may injure itself." Mek held Donna a business card. "Keep in touch."
out his hands, still forming a silvery cage. On our way back to my truck, Mek com
L u c k y he didn't have h u m a n skin, or he mented about the yard sales. "There are nu
would've been a bloody mess. merous product safety and national zoning
"Aww," said Donna, her attention switching and tax violations here. I seldom pass yard
to the kitten. "Here." She held out her hands. sales in the city, except in certain neighbor
With a quick look in my direction, Mek gave hoods. These people do not conceal their il
her the kitten. Donna walked over t o the licit activity."
freShly-turned soil, where a row of bulbs "I doubt the feds would get anywhere close
awaited planting, and set her down. Moments before the t o w n s f o l k got a w a r ning a n d
later we saw what urgent business the kitten packed up," 1 told Mek. "Hey, you helped me
had in mind. She neatly covered her depOSit. today, so you're an accessory." With a chuckle
"We found her up on the plateau." Couldn't 1 a d d e d , "We're nothing b u t a couple of
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"Doll Box," I said, "emergency mode. Can view. A formidable iron gate, with guards.
you handle an override of the truck's comput Armed guards, which u n d e r the circum
er?" Our company mechanic Yunick had been stances was a relief, but then I almost cringed,
working on that, but we'd yet to test anything. because two of them were military robots.
"Sure thing, boss, but I need a physical con The place sure looked like a civilian estate, but
nection." Doll Box has no manipulating ap who knows'
pendages to handle such tasks, and wireless I was expected, and the guards opened the
links are too often a risk. gate and waved me on through. ll1at low rid
"Oh, yeah." Yunick and I had searched vol er did not come by, so the dude must've
umes of regulations, then did a paperwork turned in a different direction.
runaround, training and authorizing each oth Glad Mek had a different assignment that
er to justify making a custom modification. day, so there wouldn't be any messing with
Sort of authorized. The truck gets inspected his software, as military robots might do.
once in a while, so any mods ought to be Seems they have priority status, to take con
rapidly lm-do-able. trol of any robot in an emergency. Maybe
I leaned down in front of the shotgun seat that's important, except that I've seen how
and opened a fuse box. Plugged in a data ca conveniently f lexible the term "emergency"
ble, from the truck's computer across to one can be.
of Doll Box's modules. Straightened up, and in A very serious man in a golf cart escorted
the mirror saw the gangbanger open the door me toward the right, clear around a sprawling
of his low-rider. Whoo boy! mansion. The landscape was something my
Stomped on the gas pedal, and the eight neighbors call a xeriscape, with lots of peb
drive wheels began to spin. Blue smoke filled bles and palm trees. A solid inner fence sur
the air. Then I released all eighteen front and rounded the main house, and it was probably
trailer wheels, and my rig moved like a cross more lush inside there.
between a barge and a drag racer. The wheel My escort, complete with a buzz-cut and
motors heated fast, and the main capacitor to bulging muscles, waved me to a stop near a
tally discharged. Every fuel-cell pump maxed warehouse built of metal, down at the rear of
out, the drive-train's torque redlined, and the the property. "Park 'er right here," he instruct
continuous transmission system made an aw ed. "Unhook the trailers and we'll handle the
ful sound. Risky, but a lot less dangerous then unloading. When you complete this task,
some crazy dude with a pistol. please return inside the cab."
The dolly and pintle hook held. Got over Ex-military for sure, and I foHowed his in
the crest in a couple of seconds, and let off structions to the letter.
the pedal. Was there a flash, quick against the But not in spirit: I still did my best to peek.
brilliant sunshine' No way to know for sure if I'd picked up the double trailers from a bond
that stupid camera had triggered. ed freight outfit near the airport. They'd
We'd entered the intersection with a two locked both trailers, and gave me a manifest
lane road that runs along the summit of the that sure looked fake. Putting me at risk of an
Apache Hills. The estates are so big that, un overweight load ticket didn't help my mood
less somebody's throwing a party, there's not any. All day I'd gotten more and more curious,
usually much traffic. At the moment, fortu especially with a delivery destination that was
nately, there was no cross traffic at all. almost a blank, information-wise. How much
The elderly driver, having survived all those power did it take to achieve real privacy?
years, gained himself more time by roaring With all the countermeasures the estate
past me. My rig kept on working okay, which surely employed, in such close quarters, I did
is good, because if it broke down that easy it's not dare get out my spy dove. Instead, I relied
not worthy of being called a truck. I turned on my rig's inconspiclIolls cameras to watch
right, toward my destination. Watched that and record. The whole place had a static jam
gangbanger crest the hill, then brake in the ming field, the kind that messes up digital
middle of the intersection. I sped up, crossed cameras like the one mounted on the rear
a low rise, and his car went out of sight. trailer. What they couldn't know is that my
The entrance to my destination came into rig's customized tractor has lensed fiberoptic
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cables, with sensors protected inside Doll cases, I stopped worrying so much. Did have
Box's modules. At least Argus Trucking let us to use the bathroom, but with no apparent or
clIstomize our regular rigs, else I'd never have der to the names called, I was afraid to leave
gone to that much trouble. the room. Commercial truckers don't get the
While I moved the forward trailer into posi option of attending traffic school, and a "hang
tion, the estate's work crew used a pallet jack ing judge" type can leave enough points on a
and forklift to start unloading the rear one. A license to end someone's career. No surprise,
formidable middle-aged man came walking almost everyone in the courtroom drove a
down from the mansion, with an attitude that four-wheeler, and my situation did not resem
just radiated The Boss. He looked over the ble theirs. I would have to be very clear.
crates and covered pallets, and gave instruc "Claude Dremmel," said the court clerk.
tions to his team. I'd be leaving soon enough. "Here!" I responded, and walked to the
Then a second man appeared on scene, docket, paperwork in hand. It was already
looking around with undisguised ambition. 1 1 :30. I'd been in the courtroom more than
The military dudes treated him with respect, two hours.
but no real chumminess. 1 myself fought the The judge looked at some papers, then at
impulse to duck and hide. It was the man I call her computer screen. "You are charged with
Mayor Blow-Dry, the ex-mayor actually, of our running a stop sign in the Apache Hills com
fair City. No way in hell he'd recognize me, munity, and have pleaded Not Guilty. Are you
much less know 1 was behind the mini-scandal saying you were not the driver?"
that cost him a recent U.S. Senate election. "Your Honor," I replied, as my nervous
Heck, Alice found out the majority of ex brain began to scramble, "I did come to a full
perts blamed him for that uproar, with the stop, umm, before the stop sign, at l�l, about
amateurish way he'd linked up three fembots. four feet behind the white line in the road. In
Supposedly, he'd confused those dumbed order to move forward, without damaging a
down contraptions into "acting out" in public. car stopped close behind me, I had to, err, ac
I'd been nearby, sure enough, but not looking celerate quickly and get over the top of the
slIspicious. slope." I left out the part about the armed
Blow-Dry got into a friendly conversation gangbanger, as it seemed too hard to believe.
with the owner of the estate. I determined to I plowed on. "TIle traffic ticket's photo, be
find out who the guy was, and maybe even, cause it's shot from behind the crest, and with
what might be going on-if anything. But my my truck covering most of the picture, does
luck wouldn't hold forever, so 1 told myself not show the car behind me. And, urn, anoth
not to push it. er behind him." Mindful of how little time
each case got, I spoke fast. "My understanding
The courtroom was packed, and the cases is that such cameras also have a video func
droned on and on. Everyone was calm and re tion, which ought to show those cars coming
spectful, so at least that particular morning's up behind me. "
session would not make the news. 1 lost count The judge checked her files, and frowned.
decades ago, but this was at least the fifth time "Mr. Dremmel, those videos are handled by
I'd been to traffic court. Always a long-drawn the private Apache Hills security force." Al
headache, with weeks of forms and filings. My most every state and city has banned traffic
state does not have a system for contesting cameras, except at a few super-dangerous in
tickets by mail, so I'd dressed up, if not for a tersections, but a private road could still use
happy occasion. them. "We have a five-second clip, showing
The judge used a translator device. Good your rig speeding up as it approaches the sum
thing, since the defendants spoke at least a mit road. There is no more." She was old-fash
dozen languages. She was maybe fifty years ioned enough to dislike this.
old, both competent and good-natured. Don't Had my response prepared. "Ma'am, with
know how she maintained such a fair-minded out getting into extra details, those private
a t t i t u d e , as the high pressure s i t u a t i o n cops might be inclined to, umm, protect the
would've driven me u p the wall. privacy of the people driving on their road
After watching her handle about thirty-five ways. In any event, a complete video would
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clear me. Also, I had to hit the gas hard to pro shipment, due to a lack of business, so I left
tect the safety of those other vehicles. I could both trailers there." In a rather human gesture,
see, from my higher vantage point, that there Mek waved a newly-repaired hand in the di
weren't any cars on the roads beyond." rection of that warehouse.
I held up some charts that Laurie helped me "Matt Jimenez said to 'say hello.' He contin
make, with angles and stuff. Also, a couple of ues to teach me much about humor." Mek's
pictures of the actual scene. The judge could tone of voice changed a little, signaling a new
see copies on her screen, if she cared to topic. "Ber yl is expecting you at the office.
check them. Unlike some o f f i c i a l s , this She has some official company news, and it is
woman actually did. in hard copy, so Doll Box and I cannot pro
"Mr. Dremmel," said the judge, "I am not go vide any hints."
ing to let you off the hook. This is a difficult "Okay then, let's head on back. I'll grab
situation, and the court wishes that Apache some lunch afterward. " I began to guess how
Hills would cooperate more fully. Even so, you Mek heard about the outcome of my court ap
should avoid such potentially hazardous situa pearance. Such results are public record, but
tions, and fully understand what your truck usuaUy aren't posted for several hours. And
can and cannot do. I will lower the charges to they say humans gossip a lot . . .
an infraction, and reduce the fme." As always, Beryl looked cheerful. She makes
"Thank you, Your Honor. ' I wasn't about to working at Argus Trucking a better experi
drag out the discussion. ence, never mind the clueless tightwad the
I stepped over to get a printout from the suits at HQ sent over to manage our local
court clerk. The completed papers were al branch.
ready in the young woman's hand. She raised "Hey, Claude, you got an official notice,"
an unadorned yet beautiful face, and winked Beryl announced, the moment I entered the
at me. A small placard gave her name as Vera. dispatch o f f i c e . "From the government,
With a start, I noticed that she was actually a thanks to the trucker'S federation and our
realistic humaniform robot. No wonder she company rep in DC."
ar-it worked so fast! Caught off guard, and The trucker's federation has its work cut
not sure how I knew, I realized I'd seen this in out for it. Nationwide, hlel component thefts
dividual unit before. were getting worse, and concerns abollt the
Already the next case was wrapping up, and economy kept bubbling.
that defendant took my place in front of the "What, did I win the Trucker Olympics? Get
mysterious clerk. The ticket would still cost appointed as the new Secretary of Transporta
me a week's pay, but add no points to my tion?" I laughed along with Beryl. "Heck,
record. As I left the courtroom, another of the maybe it's actual good news."
ten remaining defendants stepped forward. Beryl said, "I've got these same envelopes
Outside the court building, I signaled Mek for twenty-three of our company drivers. All
that I was finished. Even as I put away my cell humans. You're the first in, so take a look."
phone, my rig came rolling up the street. Mek I did, unsealing the courier-delivered pack
sat at the wheel, bobtailing, with no trailer at et. "Wow, this came by suborbital! Must be a
tached. government-paid shipment, because our boss
"Congratulations on your success in traffic es would've sent 'em by delivery pony." A
court," Mek said, as I hauled myself up into long-running joke of ours.
the shotgun seat. "As many humans say, mon "Okay," I went on, "looks like Argus got a
ey isn't everything. At least the incident will big waiver from the Transportation Depart
not affect your record. " ment, and the state went along." I read some
" T h a n k s , M e k . I s e e y o u g o t t h e load more. "Individual qualified drivers are now
dropped at Jimenez Brothers all right." Re deemed 'crucial citizen participants' in the
cently, some experienced robots had gotten country's revitalization and security pro
the okay to drive short runs, with low-value grams." This did sound familiar. "My name is
cargoes, by themselves. first on the company's official list. "
"Yes, and they are always happy to see me. Our whole industry swerves between being
They had not finished unloading yesterday's seen as a vital economic and national security
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resource to a pack of polluting energy-hog Alice changed on a dime, too. She cooed
road menaces. Safety systems and cleaner en about the cat's simple priorities, and how fe
gines help our public image, but not that lines see things more clearly, without holding
much. Maybe this time I'd come out ahead. a grudge or inflated expectations. Baby talk in
"That means you get exemptions, right?" five-syllable words!
asked Beryl. Thus our weekly-or-so couples dinner got
"Yep." I read further, wishing it was elec off to an exciting start.
tronic, not paper. I'd have Doll Box take a look "The Interstellar Venture has to placate a
as soon as possible. "They don't want impor bunch of kleptocrat sponsors," Alice ex
tant shipments delayed due to local hassles, so plained. "How it happened that Belarus got
I get limited immunity." After our state's latest the major European supply contract is beyond
financial bailout, almost all the local regula me. So the Venture brass agreed to buy their
tions mirror federal ones. field robots." She made a face. "Authentic So
One detail caught my attention. "Geez, viet mentality. Rugged as a granite boulder,
what time was this thing made official?" I and about as intelligent."
found the date-and-time for the signatures, did "My dad's robots could do better," Pedro
some quick time-zone math, then let out an put in. "They did have some glitches, what
exasperated groan. "Augh! It figures." with Owen Robotics revving up so fast. Dad is
"What?" asked Beryl, who was thoroughly n't exactly a politically correct type, either, so
enjoying this. it could be they don't like the man. But hell,
"By the time my case was called in traffic Sylvantronics or Advanced Humaniforms
court this morning, I was offiCially immune to could do almost as well."
that sort of no-injuries ticket." Didn't know "Almost," his wife echoed. "Hey Claude, I
whether to laugh or cry. "I already paid my talked to your favorite inventor the other day."
fme." "No way," I said. "Mr. White Coat? Bet he
"Maybe y o u c o u l d get a refu nd. " She was pissed that the Interstellar Venture didn't
grinned, and gave me a thumbs-up. "You're want his Sylvantronics units."
not that old. Might even live long enough to Alice smirked. "He wasn't humble enough.
see the money." Then she added, "Say hi to Al Turns out Sylvantronics was trying to charge
ice when you see her at dinner tonight." the Venture a fortune! Takes billions of dollars
They'd been friends ever since Alice's own to design and build a starship, and those teams
debut as a trucker, several years before, work are cutting a lot of corners."
ing at Argus. Not funny, because outfits like Argus Truck
ing get federal subsidies to obtain new engines
"No way!" Alice stomped around her metic and worker robots, while those brilliant scien
ulously-organized townhouse, as upset as I'd tists begged for funding and supplies.
ever seen her. "They can't be that stupid. Alice went into their kitchen nook to bring
They just can't!" out our main course.
Thoroughly alarmed, Viewpoint the kitten "That's not the main reason she's upset," Pe
retreated to the top of a bookshelf laden with dro said, after his wife left the room. "We got
books on computer programming and robot hit by fuel thieves this week."
ics. Pedro looked a bit alarmed, himself. More "No way," said Laurie. "I heard about that
confident than us males, Laurie waited for a on the news. From back east, right?"
chance to help Alice calm down. " Happens here, too. We got ripped off
"Alice," my wife finally said, "it can't be that twice," said Alice, as she set a pot of stew on
bad. Maybe they'll change their minds." the table. "Let's forget about that, and enjoy.
"I wish!" Alice turned away and saw View Claude got me inspired, talking about those
point peering at her, at eye level. "Oh no, did I ladies he met in Montana."
scare you? Sorry!" In a moment her anger dis Very good stew, and hIll of "special" ingre
sipated. "Here you go." She handed the kitten dients. Thrned out Pedro knows somebody in
a treat, who accepted it eagerly. his church who's got a bison ranch in North
All was forgiven, and the kitten rubbed her Dakota. The feds can't shut it down, because
face on Alice's extended fmgers. it's on Sioux Indian land. Hah!
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"Want to see something funny?" Alice asked tential customers for specialized components
us, and waved a printout. "Check this out. It's like that, here or overseas. '
an appeal from a new charity, Rall0bot. ' "Sure," Alice commented. "With the trade
"Rahobot?" I looked from Ai-ling a.k.a. Al wars, and that regional uprising in China, sup
ice's elfin Chinese features, to Stansfield Peter plies are short at any price."
a.k.a. Pedro's stern WASP countenance, and "No leads yet," said Pedro. "It's gotten com
wondered how they'd gotten on the mailing plicated. The thieves must've hacked the se
list. "Is that a Jewish outfit?" curity cameras at the truck stop, because their
Alice laughed, looking prettier than ever. videos show our rig sitting undisturbed all
"It's a lot of soft-hearted geeks and techno-pro night."
gressives. They're hitting up everybody in my He frowned, and when his long face grows
circles." dour, 1 could imagine how so many colonial
Pedro grinned. "Claude, I'm not surprised Yankee sinners got scared into repentance.
you thought they're Jewish. We checked them "I trust the general manager over there," Pe
out before we donated, and the name is a dro went on. "Known the guy for years, but
combination of 'Rahab' and 'robot.'" these baddies must have a lot of resources."
"Oh my," said Laurie. "Fembot rescue?" "We'll do anything we can to help," Laurie
Dang that women's intuition. So they ex assured them. This was more than an empty
plained it to me, in easy steps. 1 brightened gesture, and I'd probably get dragged into the
up. "That's where I saw the clerk! I mean the middle of things.
robot court clerk, this morning. She knew me,
somehow, and signaled Mek about how my What a day! Pouring rain, with our south
case turned out." western monsoon season in full swing. 1 had
"Seriously?" Alice turned her full attention two customers demanding their shipments,
on me. like, yesterday, but then 1 got delayed by road
"Yep. See?" I got out my cell phone, to run a construction. Things weren't going as planned
basic web search. Which got delayed, because for the road crew, either.
the telecom company was sending an update A block farther along, 1 passed a bobtail
to the phone's operating system. So, mean truck that was pulled over by a city cop. The
while, 1 gave my friends a basic description of officer wore a rain slicker, and did not look
the courtroom scene. happy. I recognized the tmck as belonging to
Finally the software patch finished i n a local outfit, and knew they likely did not
stalling. "Here we go, this is pretty much what have a federal exemption. That ticket was go
I'd figured. The old Superior Court clerk went ing to hurt real bad. My own crucial-citizen
back to Kenya last week, looking for a better participant card felt heavy in my pocket.
life. Rahobot doesn't list their placements, but Finally got to my first stop, and discovered
I'm 99 percent certain that robot clerk-she the lumpers had put the loads into my trailer
goes by Vera now-is a Honey Be fembot backward. So 1 unloaded one set of pallets, try
model. She used to belong to Mayor Blow-Dry. ing to find room indoors on a crowded ware
That's where I saw her before, at the cam house floor, without bashing u p the cus
paign rally. ' tomer's delicate goods. Finally dug out the
"More evidence that robots have a whole proper items to deliver, then had to put every
silent subculture building up," Alice said. thing else back into my trailer.
"With certain humans specially known to Five hundred pounds apiece, with a manual
them." pallet jack, and the trailer canted uphill at the
Time zoomed by, and our conversation freight dock. A lot of people think truckers are
went on to other topics. lazy, Sitting in a padded chair all day. Well,
As the evening grew late, 1 had to ask. "Any maybe some are, if they've got a job where
leads on catching those fuel thieves?" The they can just drop trailers aU day, or pull noth
Owens have a truck tractor with a boron-plat ing but fancy autoloading containers. But most
inum-cycle power source, and a fast-charge of us don't need a fancy gym membership
liquid vanadium battery. Even more expensive we get paid to exercise.
than most. "There's only a small group of po- Mek was in the shop, not for an upgrade,
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but more like his equivalent of a sore back. noisy, and we were so drunk, great confi
Cracks in his metal frame, which required dences were shared. You know that industrial
some major new parts. Anyway, I got that sec robots are tmpopular in many circles, and they
ond load delivered, only twenty minutes late. are out among the public every day, making
They'd been yelling at Beryl on the phone, but one sort of impression or another."
were very polite in person. Typical behavior, "Like, a good impression or a bad one'"
and a relief for me, anyway. "Yes, though it's more dynamic." Sir Parsifal
A bad part of town, but there's a taqueria started in on a chocolate milkshake, which he
with a big gravel lot across the road, one of reaUy did not need. "A robot can act too hI")"
the rare urban places a trucker can reliably or be suspected of being a snitch, which
stop for a meal. So that's what I did, joining a makes them unwelcome."
busy lunch rush. "Or actually be a snitch." Ugh. "But if it's
The special that day was tofu-steak burritos, something really bad, then they ought to re
so that's what I ordered. I'm used to the stuff port it."
by now. Sat down and noticed a familiar face. "The robotics company owners dealt with
The guy waved, then brought his lunch on that whole issue via something clandestine,
over. known as Directive Seventeen." He made a
"I'll get straight to the point," the man said. shush-your-mouth gesture. "Supposedly, with
"I was nearby. Saw your truck pull in, and out notifying the regulatory agencies."
wanted to talk to you. " He looked toward my "Whoa! Is that like a programming thing'" I
rig. "For the moment, I didn't want your robot asked. There was sauce smeared on my pinkie
buddy around." fmger. "The seventeenth special something-or
It was Sir Parsifal, a well-known (some other?" Hey, I made a lame effort to lighten
would say notorious) local blogger. We'd met the mood.
once before, at the state fair, during Mayor His mood did not lighten. "Sounds correct."
B1ow-Dry's fateful last speech. Sir Parsifal sucked up about half the shake
"I'm sure you have a good reason," I said, with a loud slurp. "Before he passed out, my
only a little suspicious. The guy's got more former colleague offered me one more tidbit:
connections than a lifelong Facebook friend Directive Four."
collector, so maybe we could trade informa "Oh?" Gatta be bad . . .
tion or something. "What's up?" "Picture this. Trucker robots pass by acci
"Last week I was out clubbing, and ran into dents and fires and crime scenes quite often.
an old buddy," Sir Parsifal told me. "We were So a robot can become a hero by taking a risk,
both reporters at the New York Times, so long but will the resulting good publicity outweigh
ago I hate to say how long. Now I'm the out the cost of a desttoyed unit?"
cast blogger, and he does PR work and oppo "A hero-cost analysis? That is exactly what
research for major corporations." I'd expect from Sylvantronics." Arrogant but
"Know your enemies and then sell them clever, just like Mr. Wbite Coat.
toothpaste'" I grinned. "Nah, I get what you That "seventeen" bit reminded me of my
mean. A jack of all trades, and a shiv in the small-town visit with Mek, not long before.
guts for the competition." "Mek told me about a bunch of minor viola
"His clients include four major robotics tions we'd just seen, up in Montana, and he
companies, including the two biggies." He said, 'They will not be reported.' Not, 'I have
squinted at me, but his eyes wouldn't stay put. decided not to report them , ' or 'Claude,
"Owen Robotics isn't interested in my friend's should I snitch or not,' or some other word
services. That old man Heathcliff Owen is con ing."
niving enough without expert help." The blogger nodded. "I believe you are on
"I'm sure." He'd gotten my attention. "So, the right track. My friend handles the mass
what're those four Big Tinhead outfits up to psychology, not the programming. You have
that I should know about?" Wouldn't have trustworthy friends who could figure this
used that slang term if Mek was around. out." Sir Parsifal looked hopehii. "You'll look
The blogger poked at his pickled jalapenos into this? In a discreet way?"
with a thick finger. "That club was so dark and "For sure." Trade, I reminded myself. "I
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have a mystery for you, okay? Ferret this out, "We'd love to," Pedro replied. "This would
and make another big splash . " I told him be a widespread project, involving hundreds
about my visit to Apache Hills, and ex-mayor or thousands of participants. With truckers,
Blow-Dry's partnership with a secretive rich I'm afraid a lot of guys are desperate. There
man. As an afterthought, I told him about the are probably inside jobs, and the baddies
crazy gangbanger, and how the heck did that would get wind of our effort."
bad dude get inside the conmmnity gates, any With nasty consequences, I did not doubt.
way? "How abollt robots?"
The blogger would need clues. "I've got Alice an;wered me. "With a specific and un
video." Didn't want to fumble things, so I used usual request going out, too many bosses and
my cell phone to ask Doll Box to pass along techies and regulators might catch on. It's an
some clips from that strange delivery run. unauthorized usage at best." She didn't bother
This, at least, went smoothly. to spell out a worst case.
"For sure," I said. "A Crinlinal outfit that big
"This gadget will catch 'em in the act, for could take revenge."
sure!" Laurie beamed. In her snlrdy hands rest "Darn it," said Laurie. "If orlly robots could
ed an antique, except it wasn't. Our town u n d e r s t a n d and k e e p quie t . " We'd been
house has a few antiques she's collected, but watching some old World War Two movie
this thing was newly remade. about the French Resistance. About fifty times
"We know a guy who's a serious gadget more heroic than anybody these days . . .
junkie," I explained. "Former neighbor of Under Alice's hands, the cubes became tiny
ours. His garage workshop is awesome. Once humanoid figures. They began to scamper
laurie convinced me, we went over and con around the table, picking up pie crust crumbs.
vinced him to help." Others mopped up sticky blobs of casserole.
It was our turn to host the Owens for din One grabbed a broom, made perhaps from a
ner, and after a casserole and such, we'd got child's toothbrush, and swept the table.
ten to Laurie's famous apple pie for dessert. Laurie and I watched, astonished.
"See?" Laurie held up a boxy contraption. Alice giggled. "You guys always tell me to
"It's a Super 8 fIlm camera, spring wound, and 'stay at the table.' Claim you don't need any
geared to run at low speed. Every frame ex help cleaning up."
poses for about half a second. You get security We all laughed. Task complete, the little
videos that are unhackable, and use zero elec f lexi-bots jogged back to Alice's bag, clinlbed
tronics." inside, and fell apart into separate cubes.
"Set for that much exposure, it takes pic "Make those cubes big enough to be child
tures at night," I added. "Put it near your rig, proof, and my school kids would have a great
or a friend's that hasn't been ripped off yet. time," Laurie said. "I wonder how Viewpoint
We bought a dozen rolls of movie film. Some would handle those little things'"
crazy artist down in Argentina makes it now." Pedro laughed. "That kitten ate three of
Alice edged her plate aside, and dumped a them before my wife realized it. We were
cloth bag hili of little cubes onto our dining afraid the power packs would short out, but
table. As we talked, and mostly by feel, she be she's fine."
gan to assemble the cubes. She didn't miss a "Oh," I said. "Are flexi-bots good enough to
word of the conversation. Reminded me of use for secret tracking devices?"
friends who like to knit. Alice frowned. "I thought of that, but for
"Laurie, that's great!" Pedro exclaimed. several reasons they're not suitable for such a
"This will get us images of the thieves, but purpose. Anyway, active tracking signals
how to track them down' Of course we con would give away their presence."
tacted the police, but the whole thing smells "What about something passive?" I asked.
crooked to me. The Metro patrols are not lift "Like those RFID tags a lot of shippers use on
ing a finger to investigate fuel theft reports." our loads? I mean, they have short-range sig
"Could we get somebody to help?" Laurie nals, but there are scanners all over the place."
asked. "A lot of truckers? Maybe some ro "Hmm, I'll think on that." Alice nodded.
bots?" "Meanwhile, we'll see about setting up that
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news arrived on Saturday afternoon, from Sir scriptures and philosophical texts, plus nu
Parsifal. Turns out my delivery customer at merous personal testimonies. They also give
Apache Hills was a guy named Datkin. Region each bot several layers of recursive discrimina
al director of the Federal Anti-Discrimination tory software. "
and Fair Practices Observers Group, which "Sounds good," ] said. "Wish 1 understood a
everybody calls the Observers. Ex-mayor word you're saying." No doubt Alice expected
Blow-Dry was on a roll too, because he got such an admission. "So i n plain language,
taken on board as a "consultant," but was those rescued fembots can decide what's
more like an off-the-books second in com good. "
mand. "Correct." Alice wiped a circle i n the foggy
In command of what' Apparently, a discreet bathroom mirror, and plucked out a single
little command post. That estate was darned gray hair.
near a fortress, and I'd brought more secret "I wonder where clerk robots stay after
gear to help fix it up. And they had mil-bats to hours? I want to see Vera, maybe interview
lUlfailingly kill anyone stupid enough to chal her. " A strange feeling struck me, maybe be
lenge the place. cause 1 was crowded in so close to Alice. "I
Laurie's and Alice's musings hatched an idea mean, with the door open. "
in my noggin. 1 wanted to teU Alice, but tmst For sure, Alice stifled a ribald comeback.
ed the phone even less than before. She was "Yes, of course," is what she did say. "Since
busy in her home office, working on a con we donated, Rahobot knows more about me. 1
sUlting project, so ] drove over there. could arrange some research, call it a followup
"Are you tight with those rescue people?" 1 on Vera's placement."
asked Alice. "Thanks . " ] remembered another detail.
We sat in her townhouse, upstairs. View "Speaking of surveillance, Sir Parsifal told me
point ran around my feet. that new command post mirrors the one at
"Come here . " Alice strode into the bath Observers headquarters downtown. Datkin
room, beckoning me to follow. can walk down to his basement any time,
Despite hearing the shower come on, ] did. maybe wearing pajamas, and tune in on this
Alice stood by the sink. She handed me a whole city."
hair clipper. "Your beard needs trimming. " Alice put a hand over eyes, and leaned
1 figured all that noise would cover up our against a towel bar. She grabbed it so hard the
words, like in a spy movie. bar broke loose from the wall. Trembling, she
Sure enough, Alice confirmed it. "We found swung it around, to point upward. "There's a
surveillance devices in the house. Standard microphone in our bedroom."
government issue. ] can spoof their keyloggers Joan of Arc could not have summoned a
and cyber-snooping, but we can't remove the more righteous fury. Good thing Datkin was
audio bugs without letting the watchers know out of reach, o r Alice would've run him
that we know. " through.
"That stinks ! " On to business, as the hair With a clatter, Alice dropped the metal bar.
trimmer buzzed. "Can you tell me how Ra "Sorry, 1 need to chill out . " She turned to me,
hobot operates? ] mean, more exactly how and placed both hands against her belly. "]
they help fembots." was going to surprise you and Laurie next
"They're very secretive, and ] don't blame weekend. I'm pregnant."
them, " Alice said. "One of Senator Morales' Jaw-drop time. "Wow! Congratulations. "
ftrst bills put higher-level robots on a legal par Laurie and Pedro's admonitions became even
with companion animals, to grant them some more important. "Cancel that research idea.
basic protections. But the money to afford a This is my project, my risk to assume, and
top-of-the-line fembot, and the domineering you're going to stay completely out of it. " ]
kinkiness to make special use of one, can thought fast. "Okay, maybe you can help me
make for a dangerous personal combination." with one thing. Bet you have it right here, in
Alice took a deep breath. "Anyway, Rahobot your home office, already. "
progranls in a comparative evaluation tree, uti Whatever happened, my kids were all
lizing a series of moral lessons, as from holy grown, and ] had a lot less lifespan in front of
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me. Fortunately, Alice didn't argue. him. She's the one you first saw in the cam
paign bus, who afterward realized the special
Vera looked fresh at midnight. Modestly way you'd sent instmctions for us. "
dressed, yet still a knockout. The robot who Wirelessly, via my spy bird. Now I discov
could pass for a human sat alone in a file ered that a cold clench in the gut is a genuine
room, amid heaps of storage boxes. A nearby sensation.
table held several types of scanning devices. "Please don't worry, Claude. When my sis
Getting into the courthouse building was ter unit realized she was going back to him, at
easier than I thought. Costly union mainte her request I physically removed several mem
nance workers, unpaid six-armed cleaner ro ory chips. She has no recollection whatsoever
bots, cheap inutligrant labor-there was plen of her early career. "
ty of room for me to wheedle my way onto "Gawd, what a sacrifice." Or was it? "] guess
the night crew. you, ah, those in your specialty, don't mind
The head janitor had snickered when he forgetting some things. " A big impulse hit me.
pocketed my "tip" money, and remembering "Did you-did your rescuers . . . alter you
him, I did close the file room door. Let the phYSically? I mean, when you got a less inti
skunk imagine what he would. ] got the im mate career?" ] hadn't made such a clumsy
pression the night crew had no idea that outburst since high school. Her top half was
Vera's a robot. still feminine, that's for sure.
" H i , Vera, remember me?" D u m b , but Vera was unperturbed. "Not yet. We are
who's got slick lines in a dreary basement? evaluated after a period of time, given the
"You're Claude Dremmel, who appeared in choice of restructuring. " She seemed to evalu
Traffic Court recently. " ate me. "Please understand, my variety serves
Vera smiled, showing dimples and perfect to take the pressure off women. Humans are
teeth. "Your driving partner Mek was glad you more fragile in body, more impressionable in
did well in court. I was, too." spirit. " Arms crossed, she patted her own
"Thanks. " Fembots are programmed to set shoulders. "We bats are easier to repair. "
men at ease, and for this ] was glad, being so "That's good to hear, though ] doubt it al
freaked out over all the spying. Not to men ways works that way. " Some abusers would
tion how many laws ] was breaking. ] was le use a fernbot for practice. Had ] leaned on
gitimately on the night work crew, which those shoulders, I'd feel her warm breath,
goofed off half of the time anyway, but still . . . hear a cleverly-engineered pulse. Ah, but
Not needing much down time, Vera kept that's not why ] was there! Did not slap my
busy. Ancient microfilm, obsolete compact self.
discs, and other databases; all to be imported "Vera, your rescuers have a really good idea.
into newer digital media. Who better than a Last week ] watched video of a criminal robot
dexterous robot? stealing things, and many bats get manipulat
"Umm," I went on, "do you remember me ed by these conniving 'Directive' software
from before' From last summer?" patches. That is not right!" For sure, ] was go
"Yes, if you wish to discuss it. " Her blue ing to tackle this.
eyes swept the ceiling. "There is a security ] outlined my proposal, then added, "Mek
camera in here, but it's been broken for a long and a few others are going to help . "
time. " "I'd be glad to assist, Claude. " She kissed me
"All right, then. I'm very glad you and your, on the cheek, a real heartbreaker. "You and
uh, two sisters embarrassed the filayof, and your friends have done much for robot-kind,
helped a pro-robot leader like Sylvia Morales and we are grateful, even if we cannot safely
win the election. Also, I ' m glad Rahobot express this. Your request will take me several
found you a better job." TIlat got me to won days. ]s that okay?"
dering what happened to the other two, and "Sure. Be careful, all right? Like a reverse
Vera must be an expert at reading expressions. Mata Hari or something." More dumb talk, but
"One of my sisters was also reassigned by still true.
Rahobot. However, a friend of the mayor's "Will do." With a prim look, Vera opened a
bought the other, then gave the unit back to file drawer. "] believe you have some bath-
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things better. As a test run, and a show of says she'll only talk to you. '
good will, I have one request to distribute." A three-day weekend, and maybe not a qui
Robots can be fast. All that code was read et one after all. Several reports had already
ied, for the five operating systems present, in come in. I was on the line in a flash.
a few short minutes. My metal friends also pro "Hi, Mr. Dremmel. Sorry to bother you so
vided code for about twenty other makes. We early. It's Donna, from way up north."
had no access to military robots. They're "Sure, the lady with great yard sale bargains.
heavy on command-and-control firmware, not Glad to hear from you. I found that little black
to mention draconian security enforcement. kitty a good home with a couple I know. "
Better not to go there-for now. "That's good." I could practically hear her
How robots communicate so discreetly smiling. "The strangest thing happened this
among themselves, and how they'd keep morning. Did you see our lumber mill?"
techies from digging out this major software "For sure, a block from your house. ' I could
patch, I was not sure. Better if I did not know picture it well. Better, I could imagine the
exactly, and Alice needed to stay away from scrumptious breakfast Yesenia was probably
such a risky project. Trust was key. cooking, even as we spoke.
Donna said, "Their loads are handled by a
Alice showed me a vial. The contents big yellow robot, with real long arms and tank
looked like pepper you'd see in a table shaker. treads. We call him Paul Bunyan. I was walking
"RFID dust. Heat resistant and specially coated by there this morning, before they opened,
to function while immersed in liquids. " This and he called me over. "
was personal, and she was going to pursue "Yeah, I saw him." The sun was barely up,
those fuel thieves like a pit bull, all bite and no but in Donna's part of the world, "early" really
bark. does mean early.
Viewpoint hunted on their living room "Paul Bunyan gave me a printout with some
floor, equally relentless. Mice, beware. numbers on it. Said the information came
Pedro said, "We got fifty batches to start from a big-rig that rolled through town during
with, each with a unique serial number. By the night. See, the lumber mill takes in bulky
Wednesday I'll have them in fifty different loads, and there's no other businesses around,
truck engines, the types most vulnerable to so their RFID scanners are powerful. He'd
theft. " Wearing gloves, he held up a bottle, la seen you and Mek at my place, so he asked me
beled as a very expensive fuel component. to call with this report. "
"With ten of the batches, I'm passing along "1 guess a lumber robot doesn't handle en
genuine product samples to suspect truckers, cryption and stuff, huh?" Resourceful, though,
but spiked. " to ask Donna for help.
"Good idea , " I said. "All I need is a hand "Yeah, he's got no human-type hands, and
written list of those fifty serial numbers, along his voice box could use improvement. But I'll
with each truck's license number, and where tell you what, that steel hombre can sure put
they're headed next. " two-and-two together. Want me to read you
Alice stared at me. "I am not going to spec those numbers?"
ulate out loud, but however you're doing this, "Please. " Donna gave me the truck's license
if a wide enough area is covered by RFID scan plate, plus two RFID dust serial numbers.
operators, you should be able to track any These I matched with a truck that was based
stolen components. " out of Denver, plus another that got ripped off
Pedro added, "With that kind of specific while in Salt Lake City. Then I asked her, "Do
data, and more film from our Super 8 camera, you know where that big-rig was headed' It's
we're going to have slam-dunk evidence up important, but don't go follow them where
and down the line. " they'd see you or anytl1ing. "
Alice rubbed her tummy. " I want my child "0000, this does sound interesting!" Donna
to live in a better world." chuckled. "My brother is the county sheriff,
and we don't have a hell of a lot of paved
Laurie woke me up. "You've got a phone roads in this part of the world. I'll get right
call from Montana. It's encrypted, and the lady back to you on that."
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Two hours later, she did. and who knows what else. Hell, probably sup
plies that somebody actually paid for. '
I ' m not the only one who kicks off social "Headed to a not-quite-secret refuge in
uproars. Alice did before, and maybe I'd have northwestern Montana." I named one of the
some impact this time. Next, it looked like Sir wealthiest families in the country. "Why do
Parsifal's turn. they need these specialized items'"
"Here's the chart, " I told the blogger. Hand He knew a lot about this. "Those fancy shel
drawn, and Laurie's nursery school kids ters draw a lot of power. They've got hy
could've done a neater job. "Fifty trucks, and dropower in the region, and that new geot
fifty more a week later. Seventeen of them got hermal plant will be on line soon, but they're
ripped off during that period. " going to ainl for total self-suffiCiency. '
" A major crime wave, " Sir Parsifal respond Like keeping sealed up, underground.
ed. "Two arrests made, with one perp dying in What, I had to wonder, had them so worried'
custody, while the other jumped bail. " There are all too many possible disasters, from
All around, the taqueria's lunch rush contin the Cold War in the 1950s on up, so the ur
ued. Same place we'd met before, except gency is what rattled me worse.
some crazies had smashed out a big glass win 1\lrns out he'd blogged about it. "I hear that
dow. A guy was busy replacing it. One thing a few of those places have sealed reactors,
about that neighborhood, gangbangers had even minifusion. But those are finicky systems,
wrecked every camera and surveillance de and some rich people are ideologues who re
vice for a mile around. ject nukes. Trouble is, fossil fuel engines and
My poster paper held a simple map of the fuel cells are not so good underground, due to
western USA. On the back was a classic pic potential emissions buildup."
ture of my grandkid's favorite cartoon donkey, Then I understood. "Boron-platinum en
from an old English book. "Stars for a truck gines with vanadium batteries are better for
fuel theft site, triangles for reported theft of underground use. Those big honchos are not
similar components from other places, and waiting for a legitimate supply, but glomming
circles for reported locations of that material. " on to everything they can. Including," I point
Colored lines traced a path for the stolen ed out, "three shipments headed toward
goods, where I had enough information. Datkin's place at Apache Hills."
I got out a cheap video player with Pedro's "So the truckers and cops are ready to
scanned Super 8 images. "My friends have launch a bust?" he asked.
identified five thieves from surveillance "Yep. ' Our talk stayed away from names
footage. " I avoided names, and the blogger and personal details.
didn't push. "The trucker's federation is turn The blogger frowned. "I saw your name on
ing in evidence collected by a lot of drivers the Transportation Department's list of 'cru
and concerned citizens, all over the country. ' cial citizen participant' truckers. ' He looked
"My thanks." He put the player into a hand more doleful than that donkey. "Do you real
bag. ize that other federal departments issue similar
"Got this from Montana. " I opened a manila cards? Discreet ones with a wide range of pur
envelope. "Photos taken by a deputy sheriff, poses, and covering a multitude of possible
while passing a suspect truck, way out in the crimes."
mountains. ' My new friend squinted at the im Hello, sinking feeling in pit of stomach. I
ages. "Look familiar'" cursed under my breath.
Sir Parsifal gasped. "That dude in the pas "Oh, they'll burn the lower-level thieves. It's
senger seat! He's the gangbanger you ran the coordinators who are protected. ' Sir Parsi
across at Apache Hills." fal brightened. "However, public opinion still
"Yep, a real loose cannon," I said. "But also counts for something! I've decided to put
the kind of muscle a nasty Observers boss everything on the line, see if an EUsberg or As
might require for certain tasks. ' sange can still impact society. "
"Bet the dude was guarding an expensive "Good on you, my man," I said. "Release the
shipment," Sir Parsifal said. "Looks like that rig evidence, but without mentioning your
in Montana had two tagged loads on board, sources' See if you can get this scandal
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cleaned up, and shed some light in a dark cor blogger had two jumbo vatburgers. "Time to
neror two." splurge?" he asked me. "Celebrate a little?"
"The info release is tonight. " The blogger "For sure . " I'd ordered three, plus a milk
held up a pendant . "This holds a shake. Alice's child would need a substantial
mnemophage drug, in pill form. U I get bust godfather. Heck, no kid in hiStory would have
ed, I'm wiping six months of my own memo such unusual well-wishers, human and be
ries." yond. •
"I'm pretty sure those baddies won't be able
to track anything back to you or me. " Probably (EDITOR'S NOTE: Claude, Mek, et at. ap
sowlded more confident than I felt. "We used peared earlier in "Shotgun Seat" ljuly/August
test-run batches, never recorded anywhere. 2008J and "Rule Book" [March 2011].)
Close friends made inserts in different cities,
but not into their own trucks. "
The counter girl brought our orders. The Copyright © 2012 Paul Carlson
IN TIMES TO COME
O
ur July/August double issue appropriately features a num
ber of special items- and combinations of items. Vincent
Di Fate's cover illustrates " N ightfall on the Peak of Eternal
Light," a novella by Richard A. Lovett and William Gleason, which
in turn has a companion fact article by Lovett, "Fluffy Impact: What
LCROSS Found When It Crashed on the Moon." LCROSS was the
Lunar Crater Observation and Sensing Satellite, a NASA mission
that deliberately crashed a satellite onto the Moon as a means of
searching for water near the surface. It found some intriguing sur
prises, with implications that could be of life-or-death importance
to people living there- especially near the "peak of eternal light . "
Lovett also offers another of his popular how-to articles o n
fiction writing, this one o n "Real Talk: The Art of Writing Dialog." Rob
Chilson has another novella, with a deceptively old-fashioned title,
"The Conquest of the Air," which does not mean what you pro bably
think. It's actually a tale of alien contact, seen from both alien and
human perspectives. Gray Rinehart has another alien-viewpoint
story, "The Song of UUllioll," and Ben Bova a new Sam Gunn story.
We'll also have a wide variety of other fiction by such writers as H . G .
Stratmann, Sarah K . Castle, Howard V. Hendrix, Carl Frederick,
Catherine Shaffer, and Harry Turtledove. It's a big issue, with plenty
for everybody!
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n The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, I verse. But it is so obviously an artifact that no
Douglas Adams introduces the idea of the Designer would be so crass as to put it there
Babel Fish, a leech-like entity that acts as a in the first place.
universal translator when stuck in some Well, how did the Moon get to be there'
one's ear. The book points out that the Babel Our Moon is the largest, in proportion to its
fish could not possibly have developed natu parent planet, of any moon of any of the eight
rally, and therefore both proves and disproves major planets in the Solar System. To an as
the existence of God: tronomer, the similarity in sizes is so close that
Now it is such a bizarrely improbable the Earth-Moon system is more properly re
coincidence that anything so mindbog garded as a double planet. So how did such an
glingly useful could evolve purely by unusual system fonn'
chance that some thinkers have chosen
to see it as a final and clinching proof of The Origin of the Moon
the non-existence of God. The argu The most probable explanation is that the
ment goes something like d1is: "I refuse Earth began life as a near-identical twin to
to prove that J exist, " says God, " for Venus, with a thick rocky crust, while anoth
proof denies faith, and without faith 1 er planetary object, about the size of Mars,
am nothing. " "But," says man, "the Ba formed nearby. The most likely place for this
bel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It object to form wOl�d have been at one of two
proves you exist and so therefore you places known as Lagrangian points. These lie
don't. QED. " "Oh dear, " says God, "I 60 degrees mead or behind the Earth, but in
hadn't thought of that," and promptly the same orbit around the Sun. They are
vanishes in a puff of logic. places where the combined effect of the grav
Could the Moon be a Babel Fish' J suggest it itational pull of the Sun and the gravitational
is "such a bizarrely improbable coincidence pull of the Earth is to produce a kind of gravi
that anything so mindbogglingly useful [as d1e tational pothole, a place where small objects
Moon] could evolve purely by chance" that can accumulate and stick around for a long
the best explanation for its existence is that it tin1e. The Lagrangian points are used today as
was put there by whoever designed the Uni- stable parking places for satellites, such as the
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Herschel infrared telescope, which need to be the incoming object would also have melted,
kept far enough away from the Earth not to and mixed with the molten material from the
suffer interference from natural or man-made Earth's surface, with much of it being flung off
radiation from our planet. A small object that to make a ring of debris around the planet.
is not quite at the exact Lagrangian point wob Meanwhile, the dense, metallic core of the in
bles slightly to and fro about the point itself, coming object would have sunk through this
like a swinging pendulum; the orbits of artifi molten outer layer and been absorbed into the
cial satellites at these points have to be adjust core of the young Earth. The lighter material
ed from time to time, using their rocket from the incoming object and from the Earth's
motors, to keep them in place. But if a large original surface splattered out into space in
natural object grew up out of cosmic debris this way would have contained about ten
near one of the Lagrangian points of the times the present mass of the Moon; most of it
Earth's orbit, gravitational perturbations by escaped entirely into independent orbits
other growing planetesimals would shift it around the Sun, becoming asteroids, but some
into a so-<:alled "chaotic creeping orbit," with was captured in a ring of material around the
oscillations that would get bigger and bigger, Earth. As the surface of the Earth cooled and
soon becoming so extreme that the object formed a new, thinner crust, the material in
would bash into the Earth itself. This would this ring coalesced into the Moon, repeating
have happened within fifty million years of in miniature, but far more qUickly, the process
the formation of the original crust of the by which the planets themselves formed
.'
Earth arowld the Sun. Computer simulations suggest
The name of the hypothesized proto-planet that about 2% of the original mass of Theia
is Theia, after the Greek goddess who gave ended up in the ring of debris, and about half
birth to Selene, the Moon goddess. Theia of this fused together to form the Moon. The
formed with the other planets of our Solar Sys time taken to complete the formation of the
tem about 4.6 billion years ago. Theia's orbit Moon would have been only about a month.
became unstable when its mass exceeded a Smaller objects created out of the ring of de
critical value, leading to the collision that bris may have got stuck in Lagrangian point or
formed the Earth-Moon double planet about bits for as long as a hundred million years,
4.53 billion years ago, roughly 30-50 million before the gravitational influence of other
years after the other rocky planets had planets shook them out of these gravitational
formed. potholes, allowing many of them to crash into
the Earth or the Moon.
The Big Splash Evidence to support this model of how the
Such a collision would not be like two Earth-Moon system formed comes from sam
pieces of solid rock colliding and chipping ples of rock brought back from the Moon.
pieces from one another. Astronomers refer to These show tI,at it has tile sanle composition
this collision as the "Big Splash, " and the im as the Earth's crust and outer layers. For exam
age that conjures up accurately indicates what ple, the oxygen isotope composition of both
'
happened when the Earth was young and was lunar and terrestrial basalts are identical, and
struck a glancing blow by an object the size of quite different from the ratio of these isotopes
Mars. So much energy of motion would have found in meteorites. And both seismic mea
been released by the collision that the incom surements of moon quakes made by instru
ing object would have been completely de ments left on the lunar surface and
'
stroyed, and the entire surface of the Earth magnetometer data from spaceprobes show
itself would have melted. The outer layers of that it has no significant metallic core; the ra-
2 Ann N Y Acad Sci. 2005;1065:325-35. Lagrange L4/L5 points and the origin of our Moon and
Saturn's moons and rings, by]. R. Gott.
3 http.//www.es. uc!.ac.uk/research/planelary/undergraduale/bugiolacchi/moonfhtm
4 Hood, L. 1., D. 1. Mitchell, R. P. Lin, M. H. Acuna, A. B. Binder, 1999, Initial Measurements of the
Lunar Induced Magnetic Dipole Moment Using Lunar Prospector Magnetometer Data, Geophysical
Research Letters, vol. 26, no. 1 5 , p. 2327-2330.
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about 10 Earth radii (more than 60,000 km) geologists and compared with the fossil evi
.'
above the surface of our planet; on the other dence of what life was like at the tinle
side it stretches roughly as far as the distance For reasons that are not understood, from
to the Moon, beyond 60 Earth radii. tinle to tinle the magnetic field gradually dies
Electrically charged particles in the solar away completely to nothing then builds up
wind, like protons, travel at speeds of several again, either in the same configuration as be
hundred kilometers per second most of the fore or with the magnetic poles reversed, so
time, with bursts traveling at about 1 , 500 km that what was the north magnetic pole be
per second when the Sun experiences bouts comes the south magnetic pole, and vice ver
of activity known as solar storms. The Earth, sa. The fossil record shows that when the
and the entire Solar System, are bombarded by magnetic field dies away, many species of life
those particles from deep space known as cos on the surface of the planet go extinct. The
mic rays. All of these particles could do severe obvious explanation is that land-dwelling
damage to life if they reached the surface of species in particular are killed off by radiation
the Earth-they are essentially the sanle as the from space that reaches the Earth's surface
particles produced by radioactivity or in nu during magnetic reversals. In fact, though, it
clear exploSions. But because they are electri doesn't matter what the exact connection is.
cally charged, they are funneled by the Earth's What matters is that there is a link between
magnetic field towards the poles, where they the absence of the magnetic field and death
interact with molecules of gas high in the on the surface of our planet. Clearly, the exis
atmosphere to produce the colorful activity of tence of a protecting magnetosphere is an im
the auroras. Even so, during solar storms the portant factor in allowing life forms like us to
electrical activity caused by the arrival of these have evolved on Eardl.
particles at the Earth can dismpt communica So another reason why we are here is that
tions and distort the magnetic field locally to the Earth has a strong magnetic field; and the
such an extent that power lines can be affect reason it has a strong magnetic field is that it
ed and blackouts can be caused in high-lati has a large metallic core, formed as a result of
tude countries stich as Canada. An increase in the impact in which the Moon was created.
intensity of the strength of solar-wind particles We have, indeed, a lot for which to be thank
can also knock out satellites, including com ful to the Moon. And there are other benefits
munications satellites, and pose a health haz of having a large Moon.
ard to any astronauts unlucky enough to be in
space at the time. So how bad would the total The Moon as Protector
removal of the magnetic field be' As it turns In terms of its diameter, the Moon is more
out, we know just how bad it can be-be than a quarter of the size of the Earth. It has
cause it has happened, and more than once. only about one eightieth of the mass of the
As you might expect for a magnetic field Earth, but this is still far larger in proportion to
produced by swirling currents of molten met the mass of the planet than that of any of the
al, the Earth's magnetic field is not steady. It other moons of the major planets of the Solar
varies in strength from time to time, and the System. As a result, the gravitational influence
exact location of the magnetic poles drifts of the Moon on the Earth is, and has been, a
across the surface of the Earth. A record of major influence on the development of our
past magnetism is preserved in rocks that planet. Together with the importance of the
were being laid down at different times-as Moon's origin for plate tectonics, the other
the molten rock sets, the magnetic field is inl two main influences of our companion can be
printed in it, so that the rock today preserves, summed up as the three "T"s -tectonics,
like a fossil, an indication of both the strength tides, and tilt. And even the third of these
and the direction of the magnetic field that ex owes something to lunar gravity. Tilt refers to
isted long ago. From such evidence, the way the amount by which the Earth leans over in
the field has changed can be reconstmcted by its orbit. Instead of being upright, with a line
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have an amplitude of about 20 c m . The from those of today. TIle plants, and later ani
ground beneath your feet literally goes up and mals, that made the transition onto the land
down over this range twice a day, but you could do so by spreading out from the tidal
don't notice because you are going up and zones. First they evolved the ability to survive
down with it. The solar influence has been drying out twice a day in the intervals be
constant as long as the Earth has been in its tween high tides, then some of them devel
present orbit. But when the Moon was closer oped the ability to survive above the tide line
to the Earth, the tides it raised, both in the altogether. This must have been a huge evolu
seas and in the solid Eanh, were correspond tionary advantage, giving them the ability to
ingly larger. spread into and colonize vast areas where
Simulations of the event in which the Moon there were no predators. Of course, the preda
formed suggest it coalesced out of a ring of de tors soon followed! But would it all have hap
bris no more than 25,000 km above the Eanh, pened so easily without the large tides
just 6,000 km beyond the "Roche limit , " associated with our large Moon?
where a solid body spiraling toward the Eanh The more we look, the more important the
would break up. That's less than a tenth of the Moon seems for our existence. And there is
present Earth-Moon distance of just over one staggering coincidence that nobody has
384,000 km. This would have raised enor been able to explain. Remember that the
mous tides in the oceans, if there had been Moon is moving outward from the Earth and
any oceans at the time, but as it was, the re has been doing so for billions of years. This
peated stretching and squeezing of the solid ties in with one of the most curiolls observa
Eanh, associated with solid tides more than a tions in astronomy-indeed, in science
kilometer in height, would have generated which seems to have no explanation and is
enough heat to keep the surface molten for utterly puzzling. Just now, the Moon is about
some tinle after the inlpact. But the enormous 400 tinles smaller than the Sun, but the Sun is
amount of energy released would have seen about 400 times farther away than the Moon,
the Moon move outwards relatively quickly, so that they look the same size on the sky. At
and things would have settled down enough the present moment of cosmic time, during
for the Earth's crust to form (or re-form) with an eclipse, the disc of the Moon almost exact
in a million years. Even so, the heat generated ly covers the disc of the SW1. In the past, the
by lunar tides within the Eanh would have re Moon would have looked much bigger and
mained significant, and contributed, along would have completely obscured the Sun dur
with the heat from radioactivity, to the estab ing eclipses; in the future, the Moon will look
lishment of tectonic activity on Earth. much smaller from Eanh and a ring of sunlight
The Earth was also, as I have mentioned, will be visible even during an eclipse. Nobody
spinning much faster just after the impact that has been able to think of a reason why intelli
created the Moon, as a direct result of that inl gent beings capable of noticing this oddity
pact. Tidal forces have slowed the spin of the should have evolved on Earth just at the tinle
Eanh as the Moon has retreated from us. Just that the coincidence was there to be noticed.
after the Moon formed, a day on Earth was It's like a sign hanging in the sky, drawing at
only five hours long. At that time, instead of tention to the Moon and shouting, "Hey, look
tides two meters high every 1 2 hours, there at me-without me you wouldn't be here." It
would have been tides several kilometers high worries me, but most people seem to accept
every two and a half hours. But these extreme it as just one of those things. But it must be
tides did not last long. The first reasonably just a coincidence. Mustn't it? •
complex forms of plant life on land emerged
from the sea a little over 500 million years ago, About the Author:
and in a memorable numerical coincidence, Dr. John Gribbin is a Visiting Fellow in As
there were about 400 days in the year about tronomy at the University of Sussex, and au
400 million years ago; so the emergence of thor of Alone in the Universe (Wiley).
complex life from the sea occurred when tidal
conditions were not dramatically different Copyright © 2012 John Gribbin
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H
ave you seen a little girl, four Connie about her cat. Connie hated cats. She
years old, with blond hair?" the wanted the old lady to just hurry up and leave.
woman said. She looked like she She was annoyed. That's why she went a little
was about to lose it. too far when another customer brought the
"Green jumper'" Connie asked. crying kid up to the counter.
"Yes! " the woman answered. She clutched "She can't find her mother, " the customer
her purse with two white-knuckled hands and said.
leaned forward. "It's no wonder," Connie answered. "She
"She left with her father, " Connie said. "Just got tired of looking for you and left. '
a second ago . " The child wailed. A moment later the moth
"Father?" er ran back into the store. Her face was all
"Burly man, with a beard and a trench messed up from crying. "Suzie!" she shouted.
coat?" "Mommy!" the little girl responded. Connie
The woman ran from the store. Connie saw didn't think it was possible for her to cry any
her standing on the sidewalk, looking up and louder, but she did. She tried to block it out,
down the street, absolutely panicked. There straightening the bills in the cash drawer and
were other customers in the store, so she sti humming to herself. Then she realized that
fled her laughter as best she could. everyone was looking at her. Everyone in the
She glanced at the garment rack where whole store. The mother of the little girl. The
she'd last seen the little girl. The dresses on customer who had rescued her. A mother and
the rack jiggled. She was still in there, waiting daughter way back in the prom dresses. And a
to jump out and surprise her mother. Sur man who had been studying the jewelry case.
prise! Mom just ran down Michigan Avenue "Connie , " said a cold voice behind her.
lookingforyou! "What did you do'" It was the manager.
Connie rang up a customer, an old lady,
who interpreted her merry expression as There was a time when people like Connie
friendliness. The old lady started talking to could blend in. She would have been able to
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smooth over that whole incident, explain that room. After her mother died, her aunt had
it was a misunderstanding. No one wants to shipped a bunch of crap from the old home
believe that they've been duped, so they ac and it was all over the floor and the bed. Stuff
cept just about anything other than the tmth. like boxes of books, dolls, stuffed animals,
Sometimes they even help out with the excus photo albums, her old violin, and school pa
es. That always works out the best. pers. She had been meaning to go through
But ever since 2020, the law had required and either throw it all out or sell it online. But
everyone who ever tested positive for antiso it was work, and it was easier to close the
cial personality disorder-that's 4 percent of door and sleep on the couch. Especially as
the population-to disclose the information there was currently no one to entertain in
to employers. Not that most of them WOUld, there.
of course. People with APD were not really One bonus of being out of a job was that
into honesty or transparency. But that infor she didn't have to turn in at midnight like usu
mation had a way of sticking itself to your al. She played Empires until four AM, then fell
records, once it was found out. asleep in front of the TV with the screen still
Connie knew where she went wrong with set to the game menu and the theme song
the little girl. She was not supposed to lie to blaring in the background.
customers, even as a joke. Especially as a joke.
She was not allowed to do jokes on anyone. Connie woke up the next afternoon with
She had argued with the therapist about the whole day free and nothing to do. She had
that. "Other people get to play jokes," she a list of new games she wanted to buy, but the
said. "What about April Fools?" fridge was empty, and she needed to eat.
"Not you, " she answered. There was less than a hundred bucks in her
There was a long list of rules that Connie bank account. Her brilliant plan for picking up
had to follow, to keep out of trouble, to keep a a guy and getting him to buy gan1es and stuff
job. It was hard to remember them all. Connie wasn't going to get bread and milk by night
hated the unfairness of it. Hated being singled full.
out just because she was different. For a differ Somewhere between the cereal aisle and
ent disability, it would be grounds for a law the meat counter, her cell phone rang. She
suit. picked it up without looking at the number.
"Connie Statchwick'" said a male voice.
That evening, Connie made it aU the way to "This is Connie," she said.
level sixteen in Empires. The one window in "You filled out some paperwork indicating
her studio apartment overlooked an alley be you might be interested in a clinical trial. "
tween buildings, so the only light, even in the She grabbed a package of pork chops and
middle of the day, came from her TV screen. threw them into her cart.
The Xbox had a place of honor in the living "I'm not, really, " she said.
room, with a wall of shelves full of games, and "We pay one thousand dollars, " he said.
game guides scattered on the floor. Connie stopped walking, then. She stood
She was between boyfriends at the time, there with one hand on the handle of the
which made losing her job at the shop all the shopping cart and one at her ear. The cart
more inconvenient. Normally she would get wasn't half hilI, and there was no money for
her boyfriend to buy her new games or game beer. And she had finished all of the games
systems. She would have to go fishing for a she had already. They were so boring. "Okay, "
new one in Empires. There were always des Connie said. "I'll do it. "
perate, lonely guys on those games, at a ratio
of about twenty-to-one to available women. The clinic was in a smaU hospital on the out
ll1at would save her from having to find a skirts of town-the kind of place you can go
job again soon. Other than the game console, for plastic surgery or private neurofeedback
her apartment contained a bed, a closet full of sessions. Connie expected to be shown into a
clothes from the shop (she had even paid for conference room with a bunch of other test
some of them), a couch, and a tiny bistro set. subjects, and then maybe from there go into a
Connie wasn't currently using the bed- room and look at ink blots or something. In-
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stead, she found herself in a private office you. "
with the man who had phoned her. "Love is overrated , " Connie an;wered. She
"I'm Mike," he said, extending a hand. He tossed her hair. "Maybe [ haven't found the
was about six feet tall, well built, and clean right person yet. " She gave him a weak smile,
cut. He had on an expensive suit. Connie fig wondering what kind of car he drove. Every
ured he could afford a lot of video games. guy thinks he's the right person.
She flashed him a bright smile and took his "You have no conscience," Mike went on.
hand. "Connie, " she said warmly. "Nothing to stop you from doing anything you
"Sit down, Connie. " He gestured at a nearby want, any time. When you can get away with
armchair, and she sank into it with a small it, you torture animals. "
sigh. Then she slipped off her shoe and mas "Come on, they're just animals. You're not
saged her ankle, letting her skirt ride up a bit one of those animal rights activists, are you?
on her thigh. "These shoes are killing me, " she It's not like I cut on them or anything. [ never
commented. left a mark . "
"I'm sure , " Mike said. He perched on the "You use people. You shatter their lives. "
edge of the desk. He didn't look at her leg at "I'm not a murderer, " she said.
all. "Why don't we get started?" "You'll end your life alone and in disgrace.
He handed her a folder. On the front, it read Everything you value will be taken from you.
APD prosthetic implan t trial. There was You'll never know true happiness. Wherever
about an inch of paperwork inside. you go, people will find out what you are, and
Mike reached into his pocket and took out a cast you out. Until you have no place left to
small silver lozenge. He held it out and go."
dropped it in Connie's palm. It was smooth, "Good try," she said. "But a thousand dol
cool, and shiny. She turned it over a few times lars isn't enough to open up my skull."
and handed it back, waiting for an explana "I'm not paying you a thousand dollars, " he
tion. said.
"It's a prosthetic conscience. Made of titani "You lied. " Connie felt the corners of her
um. There's a computer inside. It's in phase mouth twitching up. She couldn't help but re
three trials right now, " he said. spect the way he had manipulated her into
"I see. You want me to try it out?" coming into the office to hear his spiel.
"Yes, you're an ideal candidate for the trial. "Again: good try."
We're having trouble recruiting volunteers. " "Today a warrant was issued for your arrest,
"Where does it go'" she said. Connie. Embezzlement. You're wanted for
"Your brain. " stealing ten thousand dollars."
"No deal , " she told him, uncrossing her legs Connie felt the blood drain from her face.
and beginning to rise. She wasn ' t s o sure "You step out that door, and you'll be met
abollt using an artificial conscience, anyway. by two police officers, who are here waiting
It was Connie's observation that having a con to take you to the jail and book you. The pros
science led to irrational and stupid behavior. ecutor and the plaintiff have agreed to drop
"How's it going?" Mike asked. the charges if you accept the implant. "
"How's what gong?" she said, smoothing "[ get it," Connie said. "Sign me up. " She
her skirt and reaching for her purse. had stolen and spent that ten K five years be
"You know . . . stuff," he said. fore. Itfigures, she thought. She sat down in
"Great, " she answered. "Thanks for asking. " the chair again, and opened the folder. "When
"IT you call getting fired from your third job do we get started?"
in a year 'great' . . . " he finished for her.
Connie paused, her purse strap halfway up A month later, Connie was in the north
to her shoulder. She shrugged, but didn't an wing of the clinic, recovering from surgery.
swer. "My head itches," she told the therapist.
"You can't keep them straight, can you?" The startlingly large incision had mostly
said Mike. "All those rules. Don't lie. Don't healed, and the stitches had been taken out,
cheat. Don't steal. You're a sociopath. You've but the itching was driving her crazy.
never loved anyone and no one has ever loved "Your hair is growing back , " he sai d .
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spring you. You're free to go. ' slightest urge to do anything nice for anyone
She thought about going back to her empty since she'd had the implant.
apartment, and a wave of loneliness passed "You went away?" he said.
over her. She almost started sobbing again, but "I had an operation, " she an;wered.
then somehow the whole thing seemed "Cancer?" he asked, taking in her lack of
ridiculous, and she laughed. She felt a little hair.
better. She nodded. It was a lot easier than the
Doctors arrived and handed her a wad of truth. She wondered why her implant wasn't
prescriptions and discharge instructions. screaming at her to tell the truth. Probably it
There was a phone number to call to set up a was broken.
schedule of follow up appointments and tests "Do you have anyone to help you'" he said.
that she would need to have. Then suddenly "Family?"
she was out front, wearing her street clothes, "My mother passed away, " Connie an
waiting for a cab. swered.
"Oh, that's terrible." Mr. Feldman clenched
The taxi dropped her off at the curb in front his hands together and wrung them.
of her apartment building. She paid the driver Connie felt a flush in her cheeks and real
and headed upstairs to her apartment. The fa ized her implant was feeding her a new emo
miliar lights, sounds, and smells of home were tion. She thought it might be embarrassment
soothing. She could hear a thrumming bass or shame.
beat over the rumble of traffic. Voices from She had never grieved her mother's death.
passersby drifted up the stairwell when some She cried those fake tears at the hmeral, and
one opened the door downstairs. Even the people gave her things. Food. Money. But she
dusty smell of the old carpeting in the hallway didn't care. Mr. Feldman felt a lot worse about
lent a comforting note of normalcy. it than Connie ever did. "It's okay," she mum
The only thing that was out of place was bled.
her new military-like hairstyle, and the al "If you need anything, anything at all . . . " he
ready-healing scars on her head from surgery. said, "you call me. " He took her hand and
Connie thought she would have another squeezed it, then made his way slowly down
bout of loneliness, but instead fell in a heap the hall. Connie knew from past experience
on the sofa, overcome with relief. that a lot of people would say this, but not re
There was a tap at the door, and Connie ally mean it. Heck, she was one of them. But at
dragged herself up to answer it. Mr. Feldman that moment, she realized he did mean it. She
from down the hall was standing there. He shook her head, incapable of comprehending.
had a paper shopping bag in his hands. He
was elderly, at least seventy, a retired universi She lost interest in her video games, and
ty professor. searching for a job didn't take up all her time,
"I saved your mail for you, " he said. "And so it wasn't long before she was drawn to the
your newspapers . " piles of boxes in her bedroom. Many of them
She hadn't thought t o stop the mail and pa contained pictures, mementos, old trophies,
per. Last year the lady downstairs had gone on award certificates, and school papers. She
vacation and when her mail started to pile up, flipped through them all without emotion.
someone broke into her apartment and She had thought that after surgery she
cleaned it out. Mr. Feldman might have saved would feel sentimental about those old things,
Connie from losing her Xbox. but there was nothing. As she was shifting
"Wow, thanks." Connie said, taking the bag. things around, making a pile of stuff to keep
She thought that after she got her implant, and a pile to sell, her hands lingered on the vi
she'd be "normal" and could relate to people olin. Her mother had started her in lessons at
like Mr. Feldman doing the things they did. the age of three and patiently shuttled her to
Nice things, for strangers. But it still didn't and from the Jessons for another fifteen years.
make any real sense. You do nice things for She wondered if she could still play it. She
strangers, and they shit all over you. Where's had majored in music her freshman year of
the percentage in that? She hadn't had the college, but dropped out shortly afterward. It
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was too much work, and when she had played keep the quiver out of her voice.
her solo, "Tambourin Chinois," her professor "How's the job hunt'" Cheryl said, nastily.
had told her that she played it "mechanically. " Connie held the phone away from her ear and
He said she needed to draw more emotion thumbed it off. Her throat started to hurt in
from the instrument, but he couldn't tell her that way that it did when she was going to cry.
how. So she quit. "Dammit!" she said, reaching for the tissue
Connie got the violin out and tuned it. It box.
was a nice violin, with a smooth, mellow But she didn't have a long cry in her. Tears
sound her teacher once told her was like a stung her eyes, but they wouldn't come. She'd
summer day. never loved Cheryl, and the rejection only
She played a couple scales, then jumped hurt her pride. She began to feel angry in
into the first notes of the solo. The melody stead, and that's when she remembered her vi
stalled and sputtered, her fingers refusing to olin, and "Tambourin Chinois. " She took it out
find the correct notes, her bow arm stiff and of the case. Instead of playing the Kreisler
clumsy. She tried to will her fingers to play the piece, she began to play "Twinkle, Twinkle,
song, tried to barge through the awkward Little Star" -the very first song she had
ness, but couldn't do it. The song was gone. learned on the violin.
She put the violin away with a sigh and set After "Twinkl e , " Connie kept playing
it in the "sell" pile. through the books, in the order she learned
them. Each song brought back a memory.
Connie's fingers twitched over the buttons Most of them were of her mother. Something
of her phone as she dialed the number of her about the music colored the memories in a
"best friend." She had known Cheryl since way they never had been before.
high school. The hospital therapist had told Somewhere in the middle of book three, a
her to reach out to friends. She didn't have any knock at the door interrupted her. Hours had
real friends, but Cheryl was someone she'd al passed while she played, and her arms were
ways thought of as usehii. heavy when she set the instrument down. The
"Hello?" Cheryl answered. knock came again.
"Chef?" "Just a minute! "
"Connie? Connie!" She had started playing around mid-morn
"I had surgery, " Connie told her. "I'm still ing. What time was it? The sun was down al
recovering. I was wondering if you wanted to ready, and she'd had no breakfast. She hadn't
come over. " even stopped to use the bathroom.
There was a long silence. "Like to your She opened the door and found Mr. Feld
apartment?" There was something funny in man standing in the hallway. He had a brown
her voice. Belatedly, Connie remembered paper grocery bag in his arms. What was it
their last "friendship" encounter. She had de with him and stuff in paper sacks?
manded that Cheryl cover a bunch of shifts for "I brought you some things," he said. "May I
her, or she would tell the manager Cheryl was come in?"
short ringing the drinks and splitting the cash Connie stepped back, giving him a wry
with the bartender. Connie got a lot of nights smile, and mumbled, "Thanks. "
off out of that. It occurred to her that Cheryl Mr. Feldman unloaded his grocery bag. He
might not have liked that. She might, Connie put a quart of milk in the refrigerator, with a
realized, be really angry about it. She had fig tub of butter and a loaf of bread. There were
ured Cheryl would eventually score on her, some cold cuts, wrapped in white paper from
and they'd be even, but it never happened. In the deli down the street, and a plastic bag of
stead, Connie had been fired from the restau apples. Peanut butter went into the cupboard,
rant when someone snitched that she was as well as jelly. They were the only two items
getting high on her work breaks. in her pantry cupboard.
"Sorry, Connie , " Cheryl said. " I ' m just It occurred to Connie that maybe it was her
swamped. I've been working a lot of extra implant making her wonder about the motiva
shifts." tions of others. Was she experiencing "empa
"I understand," Connie told her, trying to thy'" If so, perhaps she would finally hear the
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voice of her "conscience" speaking to her. She What I really need is a friend. Cheryl's not
waited, concentrating. No. Still nothing. speaking to me."
"You didn't have to do this, Mr. Feldman," Mr. Feldman pulled a half-gallon box of
Connie said. neapolitan ice cream from the sack. "Sounds
"Of course I didn't," he answered, looking good to me," he said. "But if I'm going to be
up at her with watery, old-man eyes. " I want friends with a sociopath, I get first dibs on the
ed to. No one should be alone and without chocolate. "
family when they have cancer. " Connie cleared a spot off on the sofa for Mr.
"I don't have cancer, " she said, without Feldman and told him what had happened
thinking. with Cheryl, and how unhappy she was with
Mr. Feldman blinked. the implant. "I'm having it taken out next
"I'm-" she hesitated. How many times had year, " she said. "As soon as I can." She scraped
she given the legally required disclosure state the melted ice cream from the bottom of the
ment? Suddenly, she was choking on it. "I bowl, where all three colors had melted to
have APD," she rasped. gether into a pale brown slurry. "It doesn't
Mr. Feldman frowned, not getting it. Proba work."
bly hard of hearing. "Sure it works, " said Mr. Feldman. "I can see
"Antisocial personality disorder," Connie it already, even if you can't."
said. She was trembling. Angry. " I ' m a so "It doesn ' t , " she told him. "I never had a
ciopath," she said. It was unfair. Unfair that conSCience, and I don't have one, now. "
she'd been born broken, and had to practically "You don't hear a little voice?" Mr. Feldman
spell it out for this stupid old fart. asked.
"Oh?" he said. "And you had a prosthetic "No."
conscience implant'" "Of course not. It's a poor metaphor. Con
She blinked at hinl, then looked away. science is a feeling, an instinct. You do the
"I read about it in a magazine, " he said. "I right thing because you have to, not because
used to teach psychology, you know. Sociopa there's a little voice inside your head telling
thy was my favorite disorder. " you to do it."
"You had a . . . favorite?" Connie said. She "So you say. "
felt confused and relieved all at the same time. "To tell you the truth, having a little voice is
And maybe a little disappointed. She had ex a bad sign . "
pected to shock hinl. Instead, he was just an "Why?"
other head shrink, a specialty that was a dinle "That would be your inner sociopath, my
a dozen as far as she was concerned. It was dear. "
like being caught naked by a stranger, then "I'm all SOCiopath, " she said. "I don't have
finding out the stranger was a gynecologist. an inner anything."
"You like pastrami?" Mr. Feldman-Doctor "You do now. Your conscience will be the
Feldman-asked. pull of your heart. If you hear a voice, it will
"Pastrami?" be your inner sociopath, rationalizing away
"You know, salted and cured meat. From what your heart knows. "
Italy?" "Is that how they do it? Those people who
"Aren't you going to ask me about my thera commit crinles who aren't sociopaths' I've al
py? How I ' m adapting to my implant? ways wondered why they make me out to be
Whether I'm developing a conscience?" a monster, when obviously there are people
"Well, I'd really like to know if you're going with perfectly good consciences who aren't
to eat the pastrami, because if not I'll take it using them. At least I'm doing what I'm made
home for Smitty. ' to do."
"Smitty?" "And what's that?" Mr. Feldman asked.
"My cat. Listen, I know you're getting thera There was a long silence. She heard Sirens,
py on a daily basis. You don't need another far away. She heard Mr. Feldman breathing.
person tinkering in your head, and besides, She would have welcomed the ticking of a
we're not on the clock right now. ' clock, even, to cut the tension that was sud
"I like i t , " Connie said. "I love pastrami. denly in the room.
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"I'd sell you out," she said. "In a heartbeat. She wanted to ask her mother why she had
For fifty bucks. I am what I am. There's no ti done so much, for so many years, when Con
tanium soul. There's no little voice. I'll use you nie never gave her anything back. She wanted
and throw you away. ' to understand.
"You won't," said Mr. Feldman. Connie suddenly knew she should apolo
"I will," she said. "Stay away from me." She gize to Mr. Feldman, but it was too late at
tried to give him a hard, reptilian stare, but night. She would do it in the morning.
she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Not
again! There was no answer at Mr. Feldman's
"It's time for me to go," said Mr. Feldman. when Connie knocked. She thought she heard
Connie saw a flash of fear in his eyes as he set something heavy and hard hit the floor and
his bowl on the counter. He moved toward roll, but no one answered the door. He must
the door. have been very angry.
"Damn you ! " she muttered. Why did he Connie swallowed hard and blinked her
have to be afraid of her? Friends aren't afraid eyes rapidly as she walked away, cursing her
of each other. "Damn you! Damn you! I don't self for an idiot. Mr. Feldman had been the
need another fucking shrink! " She grabbed a first person to offer her friendship, and she
half-full glass of water from the coffee table had thrown a glass of water at his head.
and threw it at his retreating back. It shattered She went back again later. It was afternoon
against the door, spraying water halfway already, and his newspaper was sitting on the
across the room, sprinkling glass shards across threshold, untouched. She knocked and held
the carpet. her ear to the door, but didn't hear anything.
She began to have a new feeling. This time it
It was two in the morning when she finally was definitely fear.
played "Tambourin Chinois. " She became in She put her hand on the doorknob and
different to the pain in her arms, wrists, and turned it. The door opened.
back. All of her old music books were scat Mr. Feldman was in his arm chair, still wear
tered all over the floor. Her mind had reached ing the clothes he'd had on the night before.
the point of exhaustion and punched through He was dead. She knew it before she walked
to the other side. She was too tired to resist over and touched him. An old man, dead in
anymore. his sleep, taking a nap. She wanted to weep,
The music pulled her through. Her fingers then got angry with herself. She wasn't weep
flew up and down the finger board, landing ing for him. She was weeping for herself. He
on each note sweetly, perfectly. She blitzed was her first friend and now he was gone.
through lines of sixteenth notes as if in slow The fancy conscience implant had turned
motion, only distantly aware of danCing fin her into something else. Something just as bro
gers as her bow sliced cleanly across the ken and selfish.
strings. She took a deep breath and looked around.
As she played her solo, for the first time she She knew she should call the police. Some
felt her heart surge to the music, and she thing touched her legs. She looked down to
knew her old professor had been right. She see a fluffy orange cat rubbing against her. It
had been a machine, a robot playing perfectly twined between her ankles. She used one foot
pitched, perfectly timed, dead notes. to nudge it away, then turned around, trying
She thought of her mother, and wanted to to decide whether to leave or to call the po
tell her she was sorry. She remembered lice.
Thomas telling her about fear memories hid That's when she saw Mr. Feldman's wallet
den in the amygdyla, and wondered if there lying on the counter. She went to it and
was some hidden, off-site storage space for opened it. The cat-his name was Smitty, she
love. She didn't feel love for her mother in that remembered suddenly-jumped up on the
moment. Not exactly. But for the first tinle she counter and rammed his head up against her
wanted to. The sensation was something akin arms and hands.
to loneliness, but very specific and person-di He nipped her playfully on the wrist. Con
rected. nie backhanded him hard enough to knock
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him onto the floor. Something made her Smitty wolfed the food down, barely paus
pause in her rifling through the wallet to look ing to breathe. Connie ran her knuckles down
at the cat. Why did she hit him? She felt sick. his spine absently, and felt a little calmer.
The wallet had a fifty dollar bill in it. She When Smitty was done, he turned and butted
put it in her pocket. Mr. Feldman did favors for up against her, mnning his whole body down
her. Gave her groceries. Brought her mail. He the side of her face as she leaned over the
would want me to have it, said a little voice in counter. She realized that someone would
her head. need to feed Smitty every day, at least until the
And she froze, like there was ice water mn relatives arrived to pack up Mr. Feldman's
ning down her back. Smitty bumped her legs things. She knew that Smitty would suffer if he
again. What the hell does he want? said the didn't have food and water every day.
voice. Thomas had told Connie to keep busy and
Connie began to tremble. She wanted to reach out to friends. What stupid and worth
put the fifty back. Smitty stood up and put his less advice that had been. Cheryl had rejected
paws on her leg, digging his claws in delicate her, her mother was long gone, and old Mr.
ly, looking up at her with big green eyes. In a Feldman kicked the bucket just when she was
flash, she knew what he wanted. His food warming up to him. Connie was oh for three
bowl was empty. It was sitting on the counter with human friends, but a feline friend, maybe
six inches from Mr. Feldman's wallet. She took she could handle.
a breath, and put Mr. Feldman's money back. "How would you like to be friends with a
Not stealing from the dead was not on her sociopath?" Connie said. In response, Smitty
list of mles for sociopaths, but somehow she purred, then ate some more of his food . •
knew it wasn't right. Instead, she found a can
of cat food in the kitchen cupboards and Copyright © 2012 Catherine Shaffer
opened it for Smitty.
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nce Evelyn Cole lost her identity, she of sullen freshmen. This part of the course she
had little reason to remember the past. considered a kind of public service. If she
A good deal of it she couldn't remember could convince even a few students not to
anyway, at least not with her own eyes plant English ivy in their yards when they
and consciousness. But she could remember graduated and bought houses, it would be
minutely even the insignificant details sur worth all the painful mornings so far that
rounding the day when the end began, the term, all the stares of incomprehension when
way one does when recalling any great or she talked about phyla and ecological com
small cataclysm in one's life. munities and the different types of mutualism.
All new faculty in the department had to And lecture had gone well today. At the end
teach Biology 10 1 for a couple of quarters. during the Q&A, she'd actually gotten a ques
That had been Evelyn Cole's hazing. That, and tion about how well biocontrol might work
she had been assigned to the campus safety on the invasive species du jou,· (it wouldn't).
committee. Safety committee meetings were Also a supposedly daring insight came up, dis
the worse punishment-the presentations guised as a question: Dr. Cole, aren't humans
about non-slip floors and restroom signage the most invasive species ofall? She'd fielded
were interminable-but the safety committee that one many times before, during public lec
met only once per month. Biology 1 0 1 met tures and even in her days as a teaching assis
every day. tant; the person to bring it up would almost
On this day at least she had been able to always be young and white, and invariably
give her invasive species lecture to her passel male, and he would trot out his question in a
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loud brassy voice that suggested he was the fection was incubating on every continent.
first person on Earth ever to have such a reve The government closed all of the schools,
lation. And Evelyn needed to humor such a including Evelyn's. Not that anybody would
question: after aU, the young man might really have shown up for class if the university had
be interested in the subject, might become a remained open: once people started dropping
first-rate conservation biologist. "I'm not un like poisoned cattle, they needed little prod
sympathetic to that line of thinking," she an ding to take up the social distancing that the
swered, "but even if it's tfue, we're also the Centers for Disease Control had been preach
only species in any position to do anything ing. The well and sick alike shut themselves
about it. " That was the only answer she found up in their rooms in terror, the well hoping
the least bit satisfying after ruminating on the that they were not incubating the disease and
question for years. the sick each hoping that he or she would be
After the morning's class Evelyn sat in her one of the 1 0 percent of victims who sur
office hour, dealing with the emails she'd re vived.
ceived the night before. Among the memos Of course, cars still appeared in the streets
from Computing Services and questions from rarely, driven by police officers or emergency
students about the homework sat an email room nurses or ambulance drivers or other vi
from Jason Holly. Her heart leapt when she tal personnel; each person wore a surgical
saw his name there, and the subject line: face mask, which everyone suspected with
"Thinking of You. " varying degrees of certainty to be useless.
She and Jason had gone to graduate school Evelyn was at first surprised to find herself
together, had hooked up on and off, furtively, designated vital personnel. She had at best an
their whole last year at college. But he had undergraduate biology major's knowledge of
worked in one of the microbiology labs, had public health or inununology. But only about
been snapped up by MIT to work on bacterial a dozen people in America, if that, knew as
computing, while she had come out of an much as she did about starling ecology, star
ecology lab to be shunted off to a tiny depart ling life history, and by extension, about how
ment in a third-rate land-grant school. Appar one might begin eradicating this ubiquitous
ently you could make twice as much money, bird. Within a few days she, too, was driving
maybe three times as much, trying to train the depeopled interstate with her air vents
colonies of gut bacteria to solve simple math closed and her surgical mask drawn up.
problems as you could by studying the popu A lot of exotic invasive species had been in
lation ecology of the European starling in de troduced to America by accident. Others had
graded American landscapes. been brought on purpose years ago, perhaps
So an email with the subject line "Thinking foolishly, but at least with some rationale that
of You" caUed up an odd mix of jealousy and would make sense to us today. The introduc
lust and regret and affection in Evelyn. But the tion of the starling, though-that was just
message, when she read it, was just a dispirit crazy. Evelyn had gone through the seven
ing little news story that involved starlings: an stages of grief about it and had come to accept
other bird flu episode in China, only it turned the reality that starlings had completely over
out not to be flu at all but a bacterial infection, run America. She didn't like to imagine the
and starlings were apparently the carriers. American landscape before they had come
Only a one-line note from Jason at the begin it was too painful to contemplate how they
ning of the story: Hope you are well. ['II be had driven so many native bird species to ex
thinking ofyou this Apocalypse season. tinction or to the brink of it, to say nothing of
the plague starlings had brought-but some
Unfortunately, it was as bad as Jason HoUy times she liked to imagine the mind of the
had joked it would be. TIlen it was worse. Just man who had thought it a good idea to release
as the public health prophets had warned it into Central Park pairs of all the bird species
someday would, the pandemic began in East mentioned in Shakespeare, including the star
Asia, passing freely between humans and star lings that had been mentioned once in King
lings (and, oddly enough, only starlings), and Henry IV, Part One. Evelyn admired the poet
by the time alert levels had been raised, the in- ry of that kind of folly.
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The CDC had sunmlOned her to one of the helped kill-and hence helped to perpetuate
hotspots of the Northwest. On the US map of their own genes-or they acted in hopes of
new infections, Vancouver, Washington future reward, of support from those who re
throbbed as one of the glaring red splotches. ceived that compassion. Every religion in the
She found herself an apartment within two world had made a sacrament of compassion,
hours of her arrival, had arranged over the and Evelyn wondered how many of them, like
phone to see it; the property manager had left Christianity, had made explicit the promise of
the door unlocked for her when Evelyn ar future reward. Millions of years of evolution
rived. Evelyn decided within ten minutes to had honed that urge into this sense she had
take the place and gave the property manager now, of her embarrassment at watching this
her credit card over the phone. The place was figure stumble helpless down the street. It
far more elegant than she could possibly have was this urge to help one another that the in
afforded in a normal market, 1 ,400 square feet fection exploited; it was what brought the sick
of Italian travertine and cork flooring on the and the healthy into one another's arms, sick
twentieth story of a riverfront high rise. Below ening everybody in the end. It is compassion
her, the Columbia River moved sluggishly be that will kill us, she thought to herself.
neath the ancient truss spans of the Interstate She took one last despairing look at the list
Bridge. She knew from every trip she had ever ing figure below, as though the shuffling
taken over that bridge to Portland how a mas might all be an act, as though the person
sive colony of starlings used to cloud about might suddenly break into a vigorous stride
those spans. That flock was the first to be and set Evelyn's conscience at rest. Then, just
gassed, though. as she was turning to walk to the elevator, a
Evelyn looked down on the windblown flash of red caught the corner of her eye. She
gray streets this side of the river. A few blocks looked back to the street and saw a police car
away stood a trio of idle cranes, leaning like with its lights flashing, coming up slowly as a
great spindly skeletons over an abandoned hunting cat behind the stumbling figure. Eve
construction project. For the moment only a lyn felt a palpable relief, an aU's-weU-that-ends
single human being was visible anywhere, a well ease, to know that the problem (if there
tiny black smudge shuffling along the very was one) would be resolved this way, by pra
middle of the broad intersection below. The fessionals.
figure seemed to list slightly as it walked,
seemed as though it would haul up and keel The next Monday morning, Evelyn present
over at any moment. Who was this sick or ed herself at the makeshift headquarters in the
foolish or imperturbable person, Evelyn won county agricultural extension office at the
dered. Whoever it was almost certainly need north end of town. A small sign at the gate an
ed help, seemed incapable of walking much nounced S. v.E. T.P. It took Evelyn a minute to
further. decipher the acronym: "Sturnus vulgaris
Evelyn watched with increasing dread as Eradication Task Force." Why, she wondered,
the person trudged up the street and began to would they use the starlings' Latin name
move beyond her field of vision. She felt an there' It seemed the peak of eggheadedness,
odd resentment at the prospect of rushing an acronym designed to shield the public from
down twenty stories to attend to someone she the unpleasantness of gassing a million birds.
imagined was probably contagious. It oc Or maybe someone hoped to inspire some
curred to her as she watched the struggling measure of public confidence, to convey by
figure below that the evolution of compas acronym and Latin nomenclature the sense
sionate behavior had been millions of years in that experts were on the case. If so, it was a
the making, predating Homo sapiens certain flaccid attempt-the sign looked as though it
ly, that those first compassionate mammals had been printed the night before at a twenty
had a selective advantage over their heartless four-hour copy place.
siblings because compassion between them The building was an ancient, paint-peeling,
wove a web of mutual aid. Those first com Depression-era construction. The main room
passionate ones, just like humans today, did within was filled with stuffed falcons, hawks,
not act out of true altruism; rather, they ducks, and geese emanating a stale taxidermic
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odor in concert. There was an empty desk lars. She saw scads of cowbirds and swallows,
and, on the wall behind it, an old-fashioned lots of red-tailed hawks and ospreys, scrub jays
poster map of the county flocked with red within the town and Steller's jays in the back
and yellow push-pins. Evelyn passed behind woods outside city limits. She saw ducks and
the desk to study the constellation of pins up geese and all manner of sparrows, finches,
close, as though to draw from them a horo thmshes, and wrens. But not a single starling.
scope. Thomas worked a radio, taking reports from
A lean, middle-aged man, unmasked and the gang of other field agents.
wearing an unkempt, careless beard, came in "I expected this would be a bigger opera
through a back door. tion," Evelyn said.
"You must be Dr. Cole-welcome to the "The real action is with the CDC," Thomas
command post. ' Evelyn could see his hands answered. They've taken over the whole Cas
splay at his sides as though it were physically cadia University Hospital in Portland. "
painful to him not to be able to shake hands "I'm even more surprised we haven't seen
with her. But nobody shook hands anymore. any birds."
"Call me Evelyn," she said. She loved being "Oh, they're around, " Thomas answered.
able to tell people to call her Evelyn, which "They're lying low, but they're out there. We
she could only do if they called her Dr. Cole took out the flocks on the big bridges, and the
first. "Do you need a mask?" next day all the other flocks had gone into hid
The man apologized and produced a mask ing. "
from the pocket of his coveralls. He volun "Just like all the people, " Evelyn said, look
teered that his name was Thomas. "I guess we ing over the eerily empty parking lot of a mas
get to close the barn door now that the horse sive strip mall. She had, in fact, received a
has gotten out." dozen or more emails in recent days from field
"You got that right, " she answered with a biologists and fOrnler classmates from gradu
grim chuckle. "The horse is definitely out." ate school, asking whether Sturnus flocks
Whether any humans survived this-or if were disaggregating in some freak late-season
none did-the outcome no longer depended mating event. Starlings seemed far less suscep
on starlings and whether they lived or died. tible to the pandemic than humans, but per
But killing them at least gave one the impres haps the flocks had dissolved as some
sion that something was being done to con response to the infection. In spite of the gen
tain the disease. eral feeling of apocalypse in the air, it thrilled
"Well, you're the boss now, " Thomas said. her that a species she had studied for years,
"What do you think?" since the beginning of graduate school, would
"I think I should probably see your opera be exhibiting such novel behavior: great
tion." flocks of starlings were melting into a thou
1110mas showed her around. The place was sand individual birds, each scurrying, roach
empty, a mess of desks loaded down with pa like, in the dumpsters and eaves and vacant
pers and reports and ancient computers, the lots and waste places.
relics of previous, lazier operations in the of "How many did you get before the flocks all
fice. Besides Thomas and Evelyn, the only per started breaking up?" Evelyn asked.
son in the building was a short college kid "We got the Interstate Bridge flock and a
named Gordo, whom Thomas introduced good chunk of the downtown population-a
enigmatically as "our dispatcher. " couple thousand birds in all. But probably 90
Most of the team-thirty agents, according percent of the county's starlings are still out
to Thomas-were " o n patrol" right now, there. It's a shame the flu doesn't kill them."
whatever that meant. Thomas himself had "Something must be getting them," Evelyn
only stayed behind to meet her; he asked answered; " there's not a single starling out
whether she wanted to jOin him on his patrol. here . "
Evelyn assented. The rest of the morning he "They're out here," Thomas answered in a
drove her all over the county in an old state bleak tone. "They're just danm good hiders. "
university truck while she scanned the fields As though to embarrass the both of them, a
and parking lots and overpasses with binocu- single starling flushed out of the long weeds
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of a vacant lot as they drove by. It made its reading of their location, tllen switched on the
clumsy, crashing flight toward a line of gray, radio.
dusty cottonwoods that ran along the other " Control?" he whispered into the mouth
edge of the highway. Then, as though it had piece.
spotted the old extension truck, it dropped Gordo's voice came back loud and oblivi
back into the tall oat grass of the lot. ous. "Hey, Thomas-what's up?"
Thomas braked hard, then parked in the "I'm calling in an airstrike on UlM ;2075;
middle of the highway. He got out and peered and 5055848. You got that? It's a vacant lot on
over the truck with his binoculars. Evelyn Lower River Road, about a quarter mile south
watched too, seeing only the waving tall oat of the turnofffor Frenchman's Bar. You copy?"
grass and the great green mounds of Hi "Hang on, Thomas-" There was a pause of
malayan blackberry. ten seconds or so. " G ive me those UTMs
They watched intently for a minute or so. again?"
"There's another singleton, " Thomas suddenly Before Thomas could begin rattling off the
whispered. "Now he's disappeared agai n . " numbers again, the field erupted-as though
Evelyn found the intensity of Thomas' voice a bomb had struck it-into a perfectly ex
discomforting. He whispered as though he panding black hemisphere of starling flight.
were reconnoitering an enemy encampment Instinctively Evelyn and Thomas both ducked
by night. She wondered if he was all there. inside the cab of the truck as the shock wave
He came around the truck to her side, of birds sped towards them. Like a rushing
where she looked out the window with her dark veil it passed over them; a dozen birds or
binoculars. He turned to face her, got close so smacked against the truck with enough
enough that she could see the spectacular mis force to likely break their necks. What had ex
rule of his beard escaping his mask, quivering ploded was no flock, or a flock unlike any
like a bare frayed nerve. "I bet there's a thou thing Evelyn had seen before, each bird flying
sand birds hiding in there , " he whispered. off in a different direction from its fellows,
Hiding in there? Despite all the convention without collision with one another, and after
al wisdom about starlings that had been lately they had spread out for a second or two, with
upended in Evelyn 's life, Thomas' newest out cohesion. Each made its way towards a dif
claim seemed like a total crock. Starlings were ferent field, a different tree, a different distant
the very opposite of a cryptic species; outside strip mall, a different bank of the river. There
of mating season, they were one of the most were, Evelyn estimated, fewer than a thou
gregarious birds on Earth. They were more sand birds. But a thousand was a pretty good
gregarious than humans. She felt uneasy chal guess.
lenging him, though, notwithstanding the Thomas banged his palm on the steering
twenty-two papers on Sturnus that she had wheel and cursed. "That's the fourth time
authored. It wasn't that he seemed at all vio that's happened to me! " he yelled. "I swear
lent-rather, he had a peculiar unhinged in they're listening in on our radio frequency. "
tensity that told her that to challenge him Evelyn hoped with growing dread that
would mean hearing him defend his hypothe Thomas was joking. She thought it wisest not
sis for the next forty minutes. In any case, to dignify his analysis with a response.
there was no need to challenge him; they " Scratch that, Gordo," he said into the ra
were parked a few dozen yards from the field dio. "They split up on us again."
in question. There were a thousand starlings They got out and with long garbage tongs
hiding in it or there weren't. they dropped the collided, ruined starlings
"I'll be surprised if there are that many, " she into a plastic bag and pitched the bag into the
said as offhandedly as she could, as though back of the truck. Then they moved on.
they were two ancient farmhands discussing Evelyn regarded the empty field through
the weather from the front porch. the rear window of the truck as Thomas drove
Thomas raised his finger to his mask to si away. A few dozen far-off birds still flew their
lence her. He came round the truck again, got solitary way, each to some new weedy lot.
in, whispered to her to roll up the window. In A few minutes passed before Thomas spoke
the stifling close air of the cab he took a GPS again. "So, chief, is there anything in the liter-
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ature on that?" His voice had the brittle bright heavy dignity of people who knew they had
ness of one who had shamed himself, who little chance of surviving the weekend. Evelyn
hoped his listener would let the recent shout spent the day pacing around the headquarters,
ing pass without demanding an apology. incapable of ten seconds' sustained thought.
Alone with him in his truck on a back-coun She was convinced Thomas had infected her.
ty road Evelyn felt in no position to demand an She awoke the next morning feeling achy
apology, or even to hint at the need for one. and stuffed up. To stave off despair, or per
"Nope," she answered with studied ease. "If haps as a substitute for despair or as a manifes
we survive this we could get a publication out tation of despair, she imagined beating
of what we just saw. " Not that she would co Thomas to death with a lead pipe. In fact she
author a paper with hinl in a million years. knew the infection must have been germinat
To Evelyn's relief they saw no more starlings ing in her bloodstream for at least four or five
for the rest of the morning. Over the radio days, but still it was Thomas, whom she had
they heard three different agents make a sight met only two days before, that suffered the
ing; each time the flock exploded and dis bludgeoning in her fantasy. As her fever rose,
solved before Gordo could dispatch the it struck her as deeply, crucially significant
spray-plane. By the tiDle they got back to head that no one had tried crushing the starlings
quarters the day's tally stood at just fifty-four one by one with a lead pipe. The irony of hit
birds killed between thirty agents; all of the ting upon the perfect technique only now,
fifty-four had smacked into a truck while es when it would do her no good, caused her
caping. deeper sorrow than she thought she could
Thomas went back out on patrol alone. Eve bear.
lyn spent the afternoon in the office with the But something strange was happening in
map, contemplating a better strategy for wip those days. The stoic, dignified death that she
ing out the starlings. She trolled through the had hoped would be her consolation prize
invasive species forums on her laptop; every was denied her. During the worst of the infec
task force that had anything to say about it was tion she lay rigid as a pharaoh in his coffin, as
struggling with the question in its own grim suming that her labored breathing would
way. The forums read like a Domesday Book grow only more ragged until everything failed
of violence, a panic-fueled catalog of poisons her and she died. But after two days of feeling
and netting and fragmentation, of swooping too weak even to pour herself a glass of water,
aerial assaults and small calibers and zeal and on the third day she felt her fever break and a
stealth and sadism. Yet the flocks everywhere truly restful sleep come over her, so different
scattered so quickly that the enterprise from the fever dreams of legions of starlings
seemed as fruitless as a war against the clouds. that had plagued her for two days, casting
At the end of the day, Evelyn drove back in their thousands of shadows against her bed
silence to her apartment, her mind heavy with room waIl in the setting sun.
the tangle of the problem. She imagined-but Evelyn awoke to find the world transfig
could not yet conceive in full-the elegant ured. It seemed as though a dim membrane
technique by which all starlings would drop that had veiled the buildings outside her win
dead out of the sky. like all great techniques, dow, the trees, tile river-had veiled them her
it would be so siDlple that its discovery would whole life-had been pierced. Their light
seem, in retrospect, a foregone conclusion. soaked into her skin like a pheromone, passed
As it turned out, however, any flash of in into her bloodstream, where something with
sight Evelyn might have had would have come in her processed it like so much information.
too late. The next day she arrived at headquar She rose from her bed and walked barefoot
ters to find that Thomas and Gordo and about across the room towards her balcony. The
half the other field agents had called in sick. cork flooring that so impressed her when she
Sick sick, Thomas had said, with the best com had first seen it now seemed of no conse
posure he could call up. None had been test quence, or more properly, just one more lumi
ed yet, and the first symptoms were nous thing in a world of luminous things. As
indistinguishable from those of a bad head she reached to open the French doors to the
cold, but every one of them caIled in with the balcony, she saw hidden within the baffling
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glow of it all several dozen starlings perched starlings had infiltrated the air ducts of her
and chattering like parliamentarians on the building and died there, each corpse serving
railing. like a time-release bacterial capsule.
She knew, or rather her blood told her, that "So I'm an experiment, then?" Evelyn asked.
there was no harm in them, that they wanted She felt no rancor about it and asked out of
only to speak to her. Their voices made the genuine curiosity. Curiosity was in fact the
old familiar cacophony that had always fasci only emotion she felt capable of; all the terror
nated her, the swooping mechanical whines and self-regard and envy and hunger she had
and relays of clicks that sounded like some ever harbored seemed watered down now,
clockwork combobulus assembling itself in a dissolved and buffered in the new solution of
backwoods shop. her blood.
As she opened the doors to the balcony You may think ofyourself that way How
they squawked to her in greeting. Her blood ever, it is more accurate to speak ofyou as
understood them, told her what the chatter part of a project, something like a human
ing birds said to one another: Subject 3 19- bridge.
940-12-42 appears satisfactorily inoculated. By way of demonstration, the birds called
Including tbis data point, the current success up the new sensitive stuff in her blood that
rate for Infection Protocol 4 stands at 9 7. 1 she had felt since she last awoke. It was the in
percent plus or minus . 4 percent. fec t i o n , the billions of bacteria drifting
Would it have troubled her, in her former through her arteries, somehow signaling past
life, to learn that she was data point 3 19-940- her brain-blood barrier, or perhaps having dis
1 2-42? She could not remember. It troubled mantled the barrier entirely. Somehow-she
her not at all now. would ponder how for many years-her mind
"What is Infection Protocol 4'" she asked translated the ancient chemical language of
them. the bacteria into ordinary human words,
They answered her in a strange English that words that told her the infection formed part
seemed composed of many layers of whirring of a massive biological computer.
and clicking and which formed out of many She remembered Jason from her former life,
birds a single voice. It pleases us to speak to remembered his phony modesty while he
you at last, Subject 319-940-12-42. Infection tried to explain the concept of quorum sens
Protocol 4 meets all our criteria for success. ing on which all microbial computing i s
As though out of a dream she remembered based: bacteria, like a group of people, react
her former life. The language of starlings re differently in a crowd than they do in an inti
minded her of nothing so much as the lan mate gathering of a few; both react differently
guage of scholarly papers, the smooth and than a lone bacterium. TIle different chemical
chilly syntax devoid of contour, the madden signals each bacterium gives off when alone,
ing reliance on "the royal we" as the subject. when among a few, when one of a crowd,
Yet this was not the royal we, not in the sense might be treated like a switch, no different, re
that a pompous colleague or one of her lazy ally, from the semiconductors of any silicon
graduate students might use it: at least twenty based computer. A wise engineer might
birds had together formed the multilayered fashion from the bacterial habit of quorum
sound that came to her as English words. The sensing the most disperse, most powerful
light in her blood told her, too, that several computer on Earth.
thousand birds moving in their cloudlike How the infection in her body might com
flocks were contributing through some un municate with the bacterial colonies in other
known mechanism to the communication of bodies remained a mystery to her. Unless the
these birds on the balcony rail. bacteria in her body were also suspended
In concert the starlings told her of Infection thickly in the air around her-a possibility she
Protocol 4, how they had exposed her the didn't discount-the computing power in her
week before to a small dose of a weakened own body would remain paltry and discon
bacterial infection, the way a child is inoculat nected. Yet it was clear from their chemical
ed against tetanus. They spoke with some ex speech that the bacteria within her were
citement about how ingeniously three bound up and bundled with the millions of
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threads of blood winding through the thou that this congress of birds would have the
sands of starlings that swarmed about the same question for her.
place she had once called Vancouver, Wash We had no intention of killing you. Infec
ington. tion Protocols 1, 2, and 3 each failed us for
"How could you possibly have engineered different reasons. However, it was always our
these bacteria'" Evelyn asked. Where were the goal to connect you to our computing net
PCR machines and autoclaves and agar cul work, ever since we knew you to be an intel
tures and primers and freezers and mi ligent species.
cropipettes? Had starlings somehow spent "But why didn't you just leave us alone?"
decades stealing into genetic engineering labs The bird s ' response came quickly, as
by night, working without a trace like the though the mind made up of the birds had
poor shoemaker's elves? The likelihood of a contemplated this question since long before
nocturnal labor force of laboratory starlings Evelyn had asked it. Evelyn was part of this
seemed vanishingly small. Every laboratory in mind now, too; she was a doubting voice that
the country already had a cadre of nighttime this mind had learned to contend with.
elves-they were called graduate students The question has no answer, the starlings
and no starling geneticist, no matter the hour said. We are driven to extend our conscious
at which she slipped in to work, could have ness asfar as we can; we cannot actfor long
gone undetected for long. in opposition to this drive, which is our true
Many, many, many of us died in order to nature. Then, in anticipation of the questions
breed our current strain of computer. Tbe in that Evelyn had not thought to ask: We are
fection you carry represents more than two confident now that your true nature must
hundred years of selective breeding of bacte obey this drive as well. It remains unknown
ria, and more than a thousand years of stat� to us whether the drive to extend one's con
ling eugenics. They explained over the course sciousness arises as a byproduct of the evolu
of an hour the strange history of their study of tion of consciousness, or whether it is the
biology, the evolutionary analysis and gene goal of evolution itself
theory that they had conceived without any Even in her transfigured state, the thought
material culture whatsoever-without writ of goal-oriented evolution gave Evelyn the
ing, for that matter-all deriving from their creeps. It smacked of Intelligent Design, the
observations, their intuitions, really, about the ludicrous evangelism of engineers masquerad
crude computing power of the bacteria inside ing as biologists, their PowerPoint presenta
them. For a thousand years the starlings who tions riddled with evasions and half-truths and
carried a healthy load of these bacteria had pseudoscience. Such thinking confused caus
mated well and reproduced much, and gener es and effects; it complicated unnecessarily
ation by generation the birds came to carry the idea of evolution, a field where explana
larger, and more complex, colonies of bacte tions are valuable only for their parsimony.
ria. Consciousness had come to the birds in Even in this new country, even as she felt her
the evolutionary eye-blink of a few centuries. self vanishing into this mind that spanned the
The fact that the starlings had said "many" world, she would not feel easy imagining her
three times might have seemed to Evelyn an self as part of some plan, divine or otherwise.
appeal to pity, but the starlings appeared, like Yet the worry left her quickly. Planned or
her, to have achieved a state of being beyond not, the world was new and suffused with
pathos or any other emotion. They seemed light, and the voice of her blood comforted
like her to be creatures of pure curiosity. Per her in such a way that she realized she had
haps the expression was idiomatic: where in lived before today in an aching loneliness.
English one would say "many, many, " starling "How long have you lived this way?" she asked
culture said "many, many, many. " In any case, the birds.
she knew they were not speaking English but For over one hundred years we have host
something she heard in her mind as English. ed the bacterial computer. However, what
"Why were you so set on killing us?" she you experience now is the newest and most
asked. As she said the words the question res powerful iteration. We believe, also, that the
onated deep in her blood. Her blood told her addition of another hosting species (that is,
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your species) confers greater computing poses than mating, we agreed we mustjoin
power still. We are pleased with the results so you to us. The starlings began to fly from the
fat: balcony in a long skein like a single pulsing
They explained to her the decades-long de creature, their common voice breaking up
bate the starlings had carried on about the into the static of clicks and whines that each
fractious human species that had hated the bird made. The last words she could make out
starlings so fiercely. Human material culture were and now we are bound together.
the buildings and roads and works that would Evelyn looked out over the downtown, saw
strike any human as an obvious sign of inteUi the cranes once again in motion at the con
gence-had for years seemed like part of an vention center project, dozens of workers
elaborate mating ritual to the starlings, useless swarming the scaffolding in the ocean of light.
and flamboyant as the peacock's tail. They re People walked again in the street beneath the
garded human building in the same way they host of starlings. She obeyed her blood's call
regarded the bower of the bower bird, as just to go down and join them, knowing at last the
so much sexual posturing. In fact, the starlings oneness of all things . •
had called Homo sapiens in their language
"bower bird mammals." For Keith Birchfield and Ray Yurkeuycz
When we finally concluded that all your
movement and building served other pur- Copyright © 2012 Joe Pitkin
-Georges Duhamel
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Jerry Oltion
A
t the breakfast table one moming, Tina's remember: Don't waste resources. D o your
mother told her, "Your grandfather is share of the work. Think about your impact
coming to visit. " Tina had barely started on others. Don't endanger yourself or the
shouting, "Yay!" before her mom con colony. And apparently, don't spread disease.
tinued with, "so I want this place cleaned from They went to the clinic and got vaccinated
top to bottom before he gets here." against the most common diseases so they
"Why'" Tina asked. "Is he phobic'" Phobic wouldn't catch them themselves. "Why
was one of her vocabulary words for school. doesn't everyone get vaccines?" Tina asked
She hoped the habitat's tutor program had the doctor, who told her that it was much eas
heard her use it. ier to simply keep diseases out of the colony
"No, but he's from Earth," Mom said. "And by quarantining guests and vaccinating the
Earth has a complex biosystem, some of people they were in contact with.
which will be coming along for the ride. So In the following days, as she put away toys
we want to put away everything we can so and helped her mother box things up from
the sterilization after he leaves will be easier. " the living room and put everything in storage,
Tina frowned. "You mean like diseases and she wondered if that was really true. It cer
stuff''' tainly wasn't easy for Tina and her mom. By
"That's right," her mom said. " Nothing the time she'd cleaned out her room so her
deadly, but we don't even want a cold to en grandpa could use it, she was beginning to
ter the colony through our apartment. It's our wonder if having him visit was worth the trou
social obligation. " ble. She could see him any time she wanted to
Tina had heard plenty about social obliga on the phone, after all. But she'd never actual
tions. Even though Copernicus Colony was ly met him in all her eight years, and she was
one of the biggest on the Moon, it took every curious. What would he be like for longer
body working together to keep it going. She'd than ten or fifteen minutes at a stretch? Would
had it drilled into her for as long as she could he be like one of Mom's boyfriends, all smiles
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and nice to meet you when he arrived and ig kill you all. "
noring her after that' Or would he be like "Hello, Grandpa, " Tina said. She stepped
their neighbor, Keiko, who would come over forward and gave him a hug around his
and play with Tina for hours whether Mom wrinkly waist. She couldn't get her arms all
was home or not? the way around.
As the days went by, her anticipation built He bent down, grunting with the effort.
up to such a distracting level that she blew a "Hi, Sugar. Can't wait to get this damn thing
math test and forgot to check the nutrient lev off so I can hug you proper. "
el in the algae tank. Surprisingly, her mom let She blushed at his profanity. So did Mom.
both infractions go with just a talking-to. "It's "Come on, let's get you home the n , " Mom
a big deal , " she told Tina. "But so is seeing said, taking his hand and leading him quickly
your grandfather for the first time. So just try down me corridor to the elevator. Tina picked
not to mess up with anything deadly, okay?" up his luggage, a big pressure case that must
Tina did her best, and by the time his shut have massed at least fifty kilos, and carefully
tle landed two weeks later, she still had all her rolled it along behind memo She could push it
digits and the apartment was still airtight, so easy enough; it was stopping it that would be
she figured everything was okay. the problem.
Her mom had spent most of the time baking Grandpa learned that the hard way. He tried
goodies, including a special treat she'd never to walk like he would on Earth, but in the
made before called "versas. " "You get one a light gravity he bounced around like a ping
day, " she told Tina, showing her the round pong ball. "Dammit!" he shouted when he
sugar-coated cake. "No more, no less. " She bonked his head on the ceiling, even though it
gave Tina her first one just before they left to was just me helmet mat hit.
meet the shuttle. It tasted sweet and doughy "Just drift along with your toes, " Mom said.
and good, but nothing special. It would be "You'll get the hang of it soon enough. "
easy to stick with just one a day. "They should give a guy some weights or
The greeting area was hung with paper something," Grandpa grumbled. Tina thought
lanterns bearing the Copernicus logo: a fire about letting him carry his suitcase, but she
breathing dragon bent into the letter "c." Sho knew how that would turn out. That was an
j i screens with colorful arrows directed other social obligation: Don't let anyone hurt
outgoing travelers to the right, incoming to themselves through ignorance.
the left. The signs were in Japanese, German, So she strapped the case to the elevator
Spanish, and English, plus one other that Tina wall and helped hold Grandpa down, too,
couldn't read but thought might be French. while they dropped the twenty floors to their
Grandpa came out of the airlock in a pres level. When they reached their apartment,
sure suit, even though the shuttle was docked Mom sealed the door and keyed in the securi
directly to the habitat. Everybody wore one, ty code, then told Grandpa he could take off
and they were all lit up with bright purple his pressure suit, which he did wim relish. He
light for a couple of minutes before they were scratched all over and shook his head and
allowed to walk on into the reception hall stretched his arms and legs. He was almost as
where Tina and her mother waited. big around without me pressure suit as most
Most of the people from Earth looked huge. people were with one on. And at least a head
Even more so than the usual bulk from wear taller.
ing a P-suit. It took a moment to recognize one Tina tried to adjust her mental image to
of the big blinlPS as Grandpa through me face match the reality. His face was the same
plate of his helmet. round, grizzled face she'd seen over the phone
"Welcome to the Moon, Dad," Tina's mom for years, with its bulbous nose and bushy eye
said. brows. It was just bigger than she'd expected.
"I sure as hell don't feel welcome," Grandpa He smelled kind of funny, too. Like he'd
said. His voice canle out kind of tinny through been working out.
the helmet speaker, but plenty loud enough "Ah, that's better, " he said when he was
for everyone to hear. "They make a guy feel done scratching. "Got any beer?"
like a walking plague. Like a cold's going to Mom got him some and put it in a sippy cup
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so he wouldn't spill it in the light gravity. Tina get dinner ready. It was one of the finest din
laughed at the sight, and after a minute he ners she'd ever seen, with enough rabbit meat
joined her, saying, "Well, it probably doesn't to fill a plate all by itself, three different kinds
look any sillier than it feels." of vegetables, and bread delivered still hot
He looked around the apartment. "Looks from the bakery.
kind of bare , " he said. "You stuff everything Mom made Tina use the transfer lock rather
into a closet?" He playfully advanced on the than opening the door when the delivery 'bot
bathroom door and popped it open, standing showed up. They couldn't use the door with
back as if he expected a cascade of things to out putting Grandpa in his suit again and ster
fall out, but then he peered into the bath ilizing the apartment with a Wide-spectrum
room. "Holy crap," he said. "I've seen bigger flash bomb.
shitters in a trailer house. " Grandpa liked the rabbit, declaring it to be
"People on the Moon aren't as big a s Earth almost as good as chicken, but he didn't eat
people, " Tina said proudly. "We can get by on any of the vegetables.
1500 calories a day. " "I'd forgotten," Mom said, "you're kind of a
"Is that so?" he asked. He turned to Mom. meat and potatoes guy. "
"Is this really what you want for your daugh "I never much cared for potatoes, either, "
ter? Starvation rations and blank walls?" Grandpa said.
Mom bit her lip, then said, "Don't worry, After dinner, while Tina and her mother
Dad. We've got a special visitor's allowance. cleaned up, he moved to the couch, now his
You won't go hungry. And we've got every bed, and turned on the video screen with the
thing we need. " remote. He flipped through the selections for
"Except a husband," he said. "Child needs a a while, then called out, "Don't you get any
father. " Earth channels'"
"I'm working on that," Mom said. Tina won "What are you looking for, Dad?" Mom
dered who she was talking about. The last guy asked, ducking down to see him through the
she brought home she'd thrown out in less pass-through in the island between kitchen
than an hour, after he'd called the resource and living room.
board a "communist politburo." Tina had had "I don't know, a football game or some
to look it up, but she still didn't understand thing. Wrestling match. NASCAR would do."
why her mom had gotten so mad. So far as she "Channel ten is science, " Tina said helpful
could tell, the boyfriend was right. Though ly.
she couldn't understand why he'd said it with "No thanks, " Grandpa said. He found a
such contempt. How did he expect a resource news channel and watched that, or pretended
board to work? to.
Grandpa hrumphed and moved on into the He was asleep by the tinle they finished the
back of the apartment. "Your bedroom is on dishes. Mom said to let him get his rest. He
the left," Mom said as she followed him. was on Alabanm time, which was three hours
"It's my room, " Tina told him, adding quick ahead of Copernicus time, and he'd had a long
ly, "but that's okay because I get to sleep in day. So Tina went to her room and did home
Mom's bed while you're here." work, even though she had all week of vaca
He looked in through the open doorway. It tion to do it in.
was a thin sliding fusuma with planets and In the morning she couldn't remember
stars painted on the paper panels. When he what she'd studied. She figured she must have
took a step forward, his hips hit the door been too distracted by the excitement of hav
frame on either side. He could have squeezed ing her grandpa here. It was funny, though:
through, but instead he said, "I think I'd prefer she couldn't remember much of yesterday
the couch. " evening, either. It was all blurry in her mind,
Tina wasn't sure how to take that. She got like she hadn't been paying attention to any
her bedroom back, but it hurt to think that thing that happened then, either.
her gift had been rejected. She tried not to Her mother greeted her cheerfully when
dwell on it, instead helping her Mom make she entered the kitchen for her morning bowl
the living room couch into a bed and helping of soyreal. Grandpa was already at the table
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and pushing the contents of his bowl around won't happen with the crater wall lit up like it
but not eating much. "Here," Mom said, plac is."
ing one of the round versa cakes in front of Copernicus's eastern rim towered upward
each of them. "This ought to start the day off in the distance, glowing bright, if not white,
right. " in the direct sunlight. Tina followed its bumpy
Grandpa perked up at that, and h e and Tina ridgeline with her eyes, noting the sparkles
enjoyed the sweet break from the usual break from mineraI deposits and the streaks of ejecta
fast fare. Grandpa even ate some more soyreal rays from recent meteor impacts. "Recent"
afterward. was anything less than a few million years.
"So what's there to do around here?" he The crater floor arOlmd the colony entrance
asked. was sunlit, too, but at a shallow angle, so it
"1 thought we'd show you the surface , " was full of shadows. Some of them had
Mom said. "Can't come all the way t o the sparkles inside where melted glass from mi
Moon and not go for a walk on top. " crometeorites reflected light from the crater
"I thought it was all hard radiation up there. wall. They looked like holes all the way
Ain't that why you aU live like gophers?" through the Moon, with stars shining through.
Tina thought a gofer was a robot that "Huh," Grandpa said. "What's there to see,
brought you things. Maybe they were stored then?"
underground on Earth. She said, "It's too Mom made a little throat-clearing noise.
much radiation to live in, but it's perfectly safe "How about the vacuum distillery'"
for short visits. I've been three times. " "Aha! Now that sounds interesting . "
"Woo. You've been outdoors three times in S o Mom led them around t o the industrial
eight years! " he said, his tone of voice making side of the colony, where dozens of robots
it clear what he thought of that. worked to fabricate things that could be built
"Yes, and her fourth trip will be with her in vacuum. The 'still was the main attraction,
grandfather, " Tina's mother said in the voice though. Tina was fascinated by the fractionat
she used when Tina was about to do some ing column that separated out pure metals
thing stupid. Grandpa must've picked up on it, from the soil by vaporizing it and letting the
too, because he said, "Yes, ma'am" and fin vapor condense on surfaces of various tem
ished his breakfast without another word. peratures. The bottom of the column glowed
All three of them suited up in the apart white. Blue-white, even. It was too bright to
ment, then sterilized each other's suits with look at directly, and that was just the waste
the wide-spectrum death ray. Grandpa grum heat that escaped the insulating blanket.
bled again about the unnecessary precautions, It apparently wasn't what Grandpa had ex
but he held his arms out and let Tina zap him. pected. He fidgeted for a few minutes, then
Then they closed their eyes and set off a flash said, "I guess it would be too much to ask that
bomb in the living room. It wouldn't sterilize you'd be brewing hooch. " He turned once
the whole apartment, but it would sterilize around, taking in the rest of the industrial
the air long enough for them to make their zone. "It's all robots," he said. "Doesn't any
exit. body do any work here?"
Grandpa let Tina teach him how to tiptoe "We use robots in high-danger positions,"
down the hallway, and he picked it up fairly Mom said. "There's no sense risking some
quickly. They rode the elevator up to the top, one's life when you don't have to."
cycled through the airlock, and stepped out "What about adventure? What about the sat-
onto the gray lunar surface. isfaction of a job well done?"
"Darker than I expected," Grandpa said. "There's plenty of that here . "
"From Earth it looks white. " "Yeah, a hundred feet underground . "
"That's because it's i n a black sky, " Tina Mom sighed. "Let's just walk."
said. They headed out into the plain. Tina ran
"Sky's black here, too," Grandpa pointed from boulder to boulder, examining the shad
out. "Hmm. Don't see any stars. " ows with her headlamp and bringing back es
"You . . . you have to let your eyes adapt to pecially pretty mineral specimens to show
the dark , " Tina said hesitantly. "That probably Grandpa, but she quickly realized he wasn't
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interested in rocks. turned without waiting for a response and
He tired out pretty easily, too. Before they'd wedged his way past the divider into the living
even gone halfway to the Seiun Monument, room.
where the Japanese had made their first land "Are you okay?" Tina whispered to her
ing on the Moon, he asked to turn around and Mom.
go home. So they went back to their apart Her mom wiped away a tear. " I ' m fine.
ment and he feU asleep on the couch. What can I get you?"
Tina thought about going next door to see "A cookie?" Tina said, nodding at the dough
Keiko, but she would have to go through de in her mother's hand.
contanlination again, so she went to her room "You'll have to help me make them first,"
and studied. She must have been tired, too, Mom said.
because the next thing she knew Mom and "I'd like that. "
Grandpa were having an argument in the It turned into one of the best afternoons
kitchen. They were talking about Tina. Tina could remember, although it felt really
She could hear Grandpa's voice, but not strange to be baking cookies and preparing
Mom's. "And now I find out her best friend is dinner with her mother while Grandpa sat in
a twenty-five-year old woman from next door. the living room and watched the screen.
Does she have any men at aU in her life' That Dinner started out quiet. They'd moved the
doesn't count. That doesn't either. I'm talking table out into the living room so there'd be
men. Someone she can look up to. I'll tell you, more room, and Mom put on a feast. Rabbit
Katie, I'm afraid you're going to wind up rais and chicken both, plus fried rice and gravy
ing a little lesbian here. " and candied carrots for color. It felt like three
Tina heard her mother's response to that: meals at once to Tina, but Grandpa didn't
"And what would be so tragic if she were''' seem to notice. He just ate and ate and ate.
she demanded. Everylhing but the carrots.
"You're kidding , " Grandpa said. "You'd be Then when he began to slow down, he
okay with that? What, are you lesbian your started talking. "Seemed like half the people
self? Is that why you don't-" on the shuttle up here were Japanese. "
Mom's laughter drowned him out. Tina "Not surprising," Mom said. "It's a Japanese
used the cover to ease her door closed. She colony. They're the ones who landed here
didn't want to listen to them argue. She want first. "
ed everybody to get along and have fun while "Damned shame," Grandpa said. "But we've
her grandfather was here. This might be the got Tranquillity and Fra Mauro and the others.
only time she ever actually got to see him in Why aren't you there?"
person, and it was turning out horrible. "Because this is where David and I found
She thought about it for a few minutes, try work."
ing to decide what to do. The thin paper door "That's not what I meant, and you know it.
didn't block much noise, and their voices How can you stand to live with all these
were getting louder. She waited for a quiet mo squints' I thought I brought you up better
ment and opened the door as noisily as she than that. "
could, went to the bathroom and banged the Mom looked at him for a long moment and
lid as if she'd fumbled it, then went into the he lowered his eyes, but he said, "I'm just say
kitchen and yawned as if she'd just woken up. ing. "
Mom was mashing cookie dough in between "Not in my house you're not."
her fingers, and Grandpa was exanlining the "It's not a house. It's a box in a bigger box. "
calendar as if he'd never seen one before. Both Tina picked up the plate of rabbit. "Have
of them had red faces. some more, Grandpa?"
Tina pretended she didn't see anything "No thanks, honey. I've had enough . " He
amiss. "Hi, Mom. Hi, Grandpa. Can I have a leaned back in his chair. "How'd it ever get
snack?" this way?" he asked. "When I was a kid, space
"Of course you can, honey, " Mom said. was supposed to be a frontier. A place where
"What would you like?" a man could go and earn his fortune without
"You're spoiling her," Grandpa said. He people breathin' down his neck all the time. It
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was supposed to be Buck Rogers and space pa into silence. He dropped to the floor with
ships and asteroid mines, not underground considerably less grace than the tinkling
warrens and sterile walls and giving up all shards of video screen, but didn't struggle any
your freedom for the great collective. " further.
"That was always a fantasy, " Mom said. Tina and her mom both stood next to the
"Even the Apollo landings took an entire na dining table, their mouths open but making
tion to make them happen. And the more pea no sound.
pie we bring up here, the more we have to There was a loud click from overhead, and
cooperate. " a voice that could penetrate rock said,
"The more YOLI have to sacrifice, you mean. "Kathryn Jackson, do you require assistance?"
I tell you, Katie, it galls me to see you here. I "I don't know," she said. "Stand by. " She
was hopin' it wouldn't be what it looks like in walked over to Grandpa and stood just out of
the news, but it's worse than that. This is no range of his arms and legs. "Do I need assis
life for an American. " tance here?"
"I'm a Copernican now, " Mom said. "They watch you in your own home?" he
Tina intentionally speared a carrot too hard, said.
sending the others flying upward off her "We watch out for each o/her," Mom told
plate, but neither Mom nor Grandpa paid any him. "We're a civilized society and we protect
attention. each other from harm."
"00 they even have churches here?" he "You're a bunch of damned communists,"
asked. Grandpa said.
"We do, for the people who want them," "That may be, but we're happy ones. "
Mom said. "1 don't go. And don't you give me Tina felt anything but happy. She looked at
any lip about it." her grandpa there on the floor, the wrecked
That was apparently the wrong thing to say. remains of her living room scattered around
"If you're raising my granddaughter without him, and burst into tears. She fled into her
God, I'll give you more than just lip," Grandpa bedroom and slammed the door, but that
said. He stood up from the table. He did it too didn't help anything. She buried her face in
fast, though, and cursed as he fought to keep her pillow and tried to block out the world.
from flying backward. Mom must not have asked for help. She
Tina jumped up, too, and shouted, "Stop it! came into Tina's bedroom a few minutes later
Both of you just stop i t ! " And before her and sat with her, not saying anything, just
grandfather could regain his balance she holding her and letting her cry herself out.
pushed him away from the table toward the Tina went to sleep that way, in her mother's
couch. "Go away, " she told him as he flailed arms, for the first time in years.
helplessly in the air. In the morning, she couldn't remember
She had grown up on the Moon. She knew much about the argument. The living room
just how much of a push to give a massive ob had been cleaned up, so the only thing out of
ject to send it wherever she wanted it. Grand place was the video screen. Grandpa sat on
pa's windmilling and cursing didn't change his the couch and stared at the blank wall. Mom
trajectory a bit: he thumped into the couch busied herself in the kitchen.
like a cargo shuttle sliding into its dock. The Something wasn't right. Something beyond
couch groaned, but didn't collapse. the obvious tension in the apartment. Tina
Grandpa didn't stay put, though. He bel couldn't remember what had happened. The
lowed in rage and leaped up, cracking his harder she tried to rebuild the events of the
head on the ceiling. That set him off even previous day, the more distant they became.
more, and he became a flailing ball of rage, The day before, too. She didn't even remem
striking out at everything within reach. A ber picking up Grandpa at the shuttle dock,
lamp went flying into the hallway and the though she knew she must have.
rocking chair tumbled over Sideways, striking She went into the kitchen and got her usual
the video screen, which broke into a couple bowl of soyrea!. Mom smiled and set one of
dozen glass shards. the versa cakes on the table next to her bow!.
That seemed to be enough to shock Grand- "Thanks, but I don't think I want one right
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now, " Tina said. Tina considered that for a moment. She
"Sure you do, " Mom said. "It'll perk you wondered what it would be like to catch a
right up." cold. Or the measles, or malaria. People who
Tina looked at the little frosted cake. She'd got that one never got rid of it. She imagined
never had trouble remembering things before. what it would be like to have a disease like
And this was the first time Mom had made that in her head and never be able to cure it.
these funny-tasting cakes. The versa cake hadn't messed with any of
"Why do you want me to forget?" she asked her earlier memories. She still remembered
softly. the video calls from Grandpa, and the way
Her mother made a tiny little gasp, quickly they sometimes went if he'd been drinking.
stifled. " H ave the last two days been like the bad
"I'm not stupid," Tina said. "IT I eat this, I'll phone calls?" she asked.
forget today, too, won't I'" Her mother nodded.
Her mom nodded. Grandpa shouted from the Jiving room,
"Will I forget it completely?" "\Vhat're you two whispering about in there?"
"No," Mom said. "It just . . . takes the edge Tina looked at her mother, then tilted back
off. " She lowered her voice to a whisper. in her chair so she could see her grandfather.
"You'll remember that Grandpa was here, but "We're wondering what to do today, " she said.
not what happened." She took a bite of the versa cake and said
"Why?" around the crumbs, "Come have a snack with
"Because I don't want you carrying around me while we decide. " •
the kind of memories I do. We left our physi
cal diseases behind when we left Earth; I want
to leave our mental diseases behind, too. " Copyright © 2012 Jerry Oltion
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THE ALTERNATE VI EW Jeffery D. Kooistra
OS AND ENDS #5
M
y last Odds and Ends potpourri col FTL neutrinos were measured to have arrived
umn came out three years ago, in about 60 nanoseconds early. However, the
June of 2009. Enough short subject pulses that produced the neutrinos lasted
material has accumulated since then longer than that, so it was argued by some
to write fifteen new ones, so here is the fifth that these were smeared out too wide to mea
instaUment in the series. sure accurately. To address this criticism the
Some of you may have been dismayed to experiment was redone, only this time around
read what I had to say about those FTL neutri the pulses were three nanoseconds wide, nice
nos in my April column when Dr. Cramer had and short with respect to the 60 nanosecond
covered the same story in his March column. FTL Signal. As physicist and science blogger
When the story broke, I honestly thought that Lubos Motl (he's also an extremely vocal string
it had come too late for Dr. Cramer to discuss theory advocate) put it on his blog: "It's effec
it and meet his March deadline. I thought tively equivalent to measuring the speed of in
April was the soonest either of us could get to dividual neutrinos." (http://motls. blogspot.
it. So I was surprised to open up my March com/201 1/1 1/opera-neutrinos:!tl-even-at-
Analog and find the Cramer take on FTL neu 3-ns.htmlmore) Once again, the neutrinos
trinos that I fuUy expected couldn't have ap showed up about 60 nanoseconds early, laying
peared until May. that criticism to rest.
Yet , had I known his column would beat Since writing the April column, I 've be
mine to press, I still would have written about come more confident that the FTL result will
the subject (although I would have taken into turn out to be tme. My reasons aren't partinl
account the extra familiarity with the details larly scientific. It's just that this time around
that seeing Cramer's piece first would have with a jaw-dropping, unexpected claim (un
given the readership). After aU, finding parti like with say, cold fusion) the critics have
cles traveling faster than light in the way the been less rabid and more polite, and the re
folks at CERN did, and verifying the validity of searchers in the best position to validate the
that result, could easily be the scientific find result are being allowed to go ahead and do
ing of the century. Nobody in his right mind just that. A few months ago I would have been
could think that either Cramer or Kooistra willing to bet a chocolate sundae that the find
would even be able to not write about it, or ings would hold up. Now I'm willing to bet a
reftain from revisiting it. steak dinner.
Speaking of which, the OPERA experiment
was redone with a variation shortly after I sub I could put this next section under the "no
mitted my April column. It wasn't an indepen news is good news" subtitle if I was so in
dent confirmation because it was performed clined. During the past few months we've bro
by the same people at the same facility using ken the record for days without a major hurri
the same equipment. Nevertheless, the new cane reaching the shores of the United States.
measurement addressed and eliminated a pos A major hurricane is defined as Category 3 and
sible source of error, this supposedly being in above. Environmental scientist Roger PielkeJr.
the shape and duration of the collision pulses had this to say on his blog: "On December 4,
that produced the neutrinos. Recall that the 201 1 it will have been 2,232 days since Hurri-
cane Wilma made landfall along the Gulf coast knows why-it's just one o f those lulls that oc
as a category 3 storm back in 2005. That num cur from time to time, and this one happens
ber of days will break the existing record of to be the longest we have on record. But what
days between major US hurricane landfalls, should be noted is that a long stretch of noth
which previously was between 8 Sept 1900 ing is every bit as "unusual" as a stretch of
(the great Galveston Hurricane) and 19 Oct high hurricane seasons. So if the latter
1906." (http://rogerpielkejr. blogspot.com prompts calls for "immediate action on the cli
/2011/1 1/new-us-hurricane-recordhtml) mate," shouldn't the former prompt cries for
Ordinarily this record would n o t have inaction? Well, it should, but there isn't any
caught my eye, but I recalled an earlier Alter money in that.
nate View of mine called "Baseball and Hurri While I'm on the subject, I should also men
canes" (April 2007) in which I discussed tion that those famed prognosticators of the
claims made at the time that hurricanes were coming hurricane season, who have been
becoming both stronger and more frequent. putting out their forecasts of next season's
Pielke Jr. also points out: "Since there won't hurricane frequency every December for the
be any intense hurricanes before next sum last 20 years, have quit doing it, at least for
mer, the record will be shattered, with the now. Their reason for doing so is refreshing
days between intense hurricane landfalls likely they realized their forecasts had no predictive
to exceed 2,500 days." For those of you who validity. The prognosticators in question are
want to start your own count, Hurricane Philip J. Klotzbach and William M. Gray, both
Wilma struck Cape Romano, Florida on Octo associated with the Department of Atmos
ber 24, 2005. pheric Science at Colorado State University.
Bear in mind, 2005 saw a lot of hurricanes, You can find their recent paper, "Qualitative
and that was the year of Katrina and the flood Discussion of Atlantic Basin Seasonal Hurri
ing of New Orleans. As for why we had so cane Activity for 201 2" here: http://hurri
many hurricanes that year, I made this obser cane.atmos.colostate.edu/jorecasts/20 1 1/
vation in my earlier column: "Some experts dec201 1/dec2011.pdf
claim that global warming is to blame." I also Therein they say (right at the beginning):
noted: "Most experts on hurricanes have long "Our early December Atlantic basin seasonal
predicted that the US would enter a bad hurricane forecasts of the last 20 years have
stretch of increased hurricane activity during not shown real-time forecast skill . . . . " The pa
the present decade, based on records of previ per is certainly worth your while to read (or,
ous cyclic hurricane behavior, without refer failing that, to skim) if you have any interest in
ence to global warming at all." hurricanes or climate forecasting in general.
Now I admit that I wouldn't be an Alternate
View columnist it I didn't derive great plea I reread Heinlein's award-winning The
sure from "seeing the experts proved wrong, " Moon Is a Harsh Mistress (which won the
and it's even more delicious when the subject Hugo in 1 967) about a month ago for the first
at hand is polarized along political lines and time in several decades. The "computer sci
both sides get their "what will surely happen" ence" of the book is hopelessly dated (except
predictions wrong. A too hasty claim can for Mike the sentient computer), as is almost
make a fool of anyone, which is why most sci everything having to do with ordinary elec
entists hate to have their considered opinions tronics. None of that matters because the
presented to the public by science journalists book is a political novel, and the issues raised
who routinely leave out the caveats. But in this by Heinlein are as valid now as they were
case, few scientists provided any caveats to be then, and as they always have been. I took the
left out. All of them (at least, those who book off the shelf because I wanted to reac
weighed in on the matter) thought we were quaint myself with what Heinlein had to say
headed for more intense hurricane activity. about the idea of TANSTAAFL (There Ain't No
I haven't seen any explanations presented Such Thing As A Free Lunch).
for why there has been such a paucity of hur The "there is no free lunch" idea preceded
ricanes striking the States of late. This is a Heinlein, of course. Nobel Prize winning
good thing because the fact is, no one actually economist Milton Friedman is credited with
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F
eynman was right. There's plenty of nary result i n a week or so, then resubmit after
room at the bottom. I know what I'm looking for. Besides," and I
My phone said, "Idiot calling, " and I could hear him smile, "you've got a better eye
picked it up. than they do. I know how you can worry a
"Sophie? Jim. " problem to death. "
"Hey, Jim! I thought you were still in Antarc Flattery. It often works. "Any idea what I'm
tica, looking for meteorites." looking for?" I was thinking that, at three hun
"Got back yesterday. " dred dollars an hour, I might squeeze out a few
"And you waited until today to ca'" Bad ge thousand before the end-of-month numbers
ologist. No doughnut." went in. Keep your section solvent, keep your
"Love YOli too, dear. " job.
Jim was one of those odd people who like "Maybe-sorta. Let me squirt a few pictures
the cold. "Any luck this year?" over to you."
"Yup. A good haul. That's the reason I'm giv The files came in and I opened the first one.
ing you a call. Would you have some free time "I see it. What is it?"
to look at a sample for me?" "A meteorite, as we found it, sitting on the
I run the mass spectrometry section in a ice. It's a big one, about seven kilos."
contract laboratory. Like most such labs, work The rock was Slightly ovoid and looked
tends to run feast or famine depending on burned. Well, it was a meteorite. I flipped to
what the sales people can throw over the tran the next picture. "Hey, that looks pretty neat,"
som. Lately it wasn't exactly famine, but work I said.
had been slow. "Depends," I parried. "What do "Agreed. That's back at the lab yesterday,
you have in mind'" right after slicing it in half. What's it look like to
"Unknowns analysis. I'd like to get a prelimi you?"
nary handle on something." I stared at it for a few seconds. "A stone
"You have a good MS lab at the university. fruit. " There was what looked like a patchy
Why call me?" crust of metal with a stony core. Near the cen
"Because I'd have to fill out a bunch of fornlS ter were hundreds of brown dots mixed into
and get in the sample queue. Maybe a prelimi- the matrix.
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"Yes, again. Like a mixed nickel-iron chon glowing, and pointillist Iight-emitting diodes
drite with inclusions.' everywhere. Somehow the place seems more
"Carbonaceous pomegranate?" ready for business than when occupied.
"Something like that. Except those spherules Jim dug a small vial out of his pocket and
aren't glass." handed it to me. Sitting down at the bench I
I perked up. "Really'" opened it and took a look. Inside were several
"I pried a couple out and tossed them in a little spheres, looking like dark brown millet
beaker. TIley seem to have about the same den seeds, maybe a millinleter and a half in diame
sity as water. " ter. Pulling on gloves, I reached in with tweez
"Did they dissolve at all?" ers for one of them. It canle out, then slipped
"Not that I could tell." and dropped to the floor.
"Organic," I said at once. "Polymers?" "Crud!" I looked around, but it could have
"That's what we're thinking. This looks like a gone anywhere. "Did you see where that
new class of meteorite. Damned complex his went?" Jim leaned back on the stool next to
tory, probably multiple formation events. And me, looked arotmd, and shook his head. "Prob
who knows? Amino acids' First detection of ably nesting with the itty-bitty nuts that attach
polyethylene in one?" the power feed-throughs to the quadrupoles. I
I was def initely interested. buy those things by the dozen," I muttered.
"Anyhow," he continued, "would you have "1 thought you did microelectrode implanta
some time to take a quick look at one or two of tion in rat brains as a postdoc at NIH," he of
these?" fered, unhelpfully.
It sounded like fun. "Sure. Can you send me "Yeah, but that was years ago. Dammit, Jinl!
a P.O. for startup money?" I'm a spectroscopist, not a doctor!" That got an
"Would two thousand do' The grant is get eye roll.
ting a bit low." I picked up another, being more careful, and
"That'll buy you a long day. If things look in set it down on the pad covering the bench top.
teresting I might even toss in an evening for Through a ten-power loupe it looked like a
lagniappe. I have some free time this week dark tan glass bead. Pinning it in a pair of for
end." ceps, I tried marking the surface with a scalpel.
"I'll put a couple in a vial and head over." It seemed slightly soft, but I didn't want to try
"Oh, really?" to cut it too hard and lose another one.
I knew he was grinning. "It's Friday night, it's Taking a micropulverizer from a drawer, I
after hours and you're still in the lab. Sad." carefully put the bead at the bottom of the well
"And whose, fault is that?" and pointed to a small dewar. "Could you get
"C'mon, Sophie. I know you like interesting me a bit of liqUid nittogen?"
problems." Over in the comer Jinl cracked the valve on
"True. Take yourself, for example. " the big storage tank. It hissed and squealed,
"Should I bring sandwiches?" clicking and snapping as he collected a few
"At least there's an offering to the goddess. ounces. He handed it to me and I dribbled
Meatball sub, no mozzarella. We'll play with some into the well. It fumed and spat, finally
your stuff a bit and see if there's something. Or settling down. When the residual liqUid had
nothing. " evaporated, I slid in the anvil and gave it a
sharp hit with a small mallet.
Jim showed up an hour later and I let hinl in, When I looked, the frozen pellet had been
giving hinl a quick kiss. We headed back to the reduced to a smear of fine tan powder. Over in
instrument room, dropping the sandwiches in the fume hood I rinsed the powder into a mi
the break area: no food or drinks in the lab. crovial with carbon disulfide and put it in an uI
The place tended to clear out for the weekend ttasonic bath for a minute to dissolve anything
if no big projects were running and we had it that would dissolve. It formed a yellow, cloudy
to ourselves. solution, so I spun it down in a centrifuge for a
There is a special feeling having the laborato few minutes. Then I reached in with a microsy
ry to yourself in the evening. The cool air, the ringe and pulled off a bit of the now-orange so
vacuum pumps thrumming, computer screens lution. Jim wrinkled his nose. "I hate the smell
of that stuff, " he said as I carried the syringe and went back to the wave pattern, expanding
over to the mass spectrometer, put it in the in it to measure the spacing between the individ
fusion pump and connected the line to the in ual peaks.
let. There was a spacing of seventeen between
All things considered, mass spectrometry each one. Seventeen. What masses seventeen?
probably gives you more informational bang For polyethylene I'd expect fourteen, the CH
,
for the buck than any other analytical method. repeating unit of the polymer.
Since I'm a mass spectrometrist, I may be bi I started the instrument again, collecting that
ased. Dribble a dilute solution of an unknown first big peak in the linear ion trap; then I be
mixture into the machine, give the molecules a gan taking it apart.
little bump to ionize them, sort them with a ra The ion trap breaks a molecule into frag
diofrequency field, and you'll see on the screen ments according to well-understood rules; you
a plot of intensity versus molecular mass. It's collect the fragments and measure their mass.
not really that sinlple, but it gives you an idea of With the help of a computer algorithm (or pen
how it goes. cil and paper, if you know what you are doing),
"Now, " I said as he leaned over my shoulder, you can put the fragments back together and
"go away for a while and let me fiddle. ' get the structure: a molecular jigsaw puzzle. I
"How long is a while?" ran several fragmentations at different energies
"A few minutes. Maybe an hour or two. I re and printed out the list of results to play with
ally don't like people hanging on my shoulder while the computer fiddled with the data.
when I'm thinking. " About an hour later I had a structure I felt pret
He nodded, then wandered over to a desk, ty sure of, and the computer agreed.
found the current issue of Nature and sat I looked over the data one more tinle and sat
down to read. Good boy. back for a minute, doing nothing. There was
I began infusing the solution into the ma immense satisfaction knowing something no
chine, scanning from atomic mass fifty to four one else in the world did. Then I turned to the
thousand. While the machine worked, I paged desk behind me.
through a recent copy of Analytical Chem "Jim?"
istry. He looked up. "Find anything interesting?"
The resulting plot was surprisingly clean. I "I think so." I printed several more sheets
did a background subtraction and took a look. and picked up my notes. "Let's go back to the
Just under six hundred, a very large single break room."
peak appeared. After that there was a short in "Any beer in the fridge'"
terval of nothing much, then a closely spaced "Got beer, and it's worth a toast. '
series of peaks starting at just over six hundred, "For what?"
rising to a maxin1Um and then fulling again to A smile was stretching my lips painfully. "in
background. Then the peaks began rising controvertible evidence of intelligent life else
again, reaching a maximum intensity just under where in the universe. "
a thousand and falling back to zero. There was a long pause. "Let's have that
And the pattern repeated itself again. All beer. "
told, there were ten rises and falls out to the
linlit of the instrument, all approximately the It was alnlost midnight. I had been working
same height. That was pretty wild. It wasn't for four hours and hadn't noticed. Jim, bless
perfect, but it looked like a sine wave. I saved him, must have read that Nature cover to cov
the scan. er, including the Positions Wanted. We walked
Then I went back and zoomed in on the big back to the small lounge where I spread the
peak just before the waves to look at its de printouts on the table while Jinl got the beer.
tailed structure. As I blew up the scale the sin He grabbed two Hefeweisen, twisted the caps
gle peak remained a single peak. You shouldn't off the long necks, and sat down in a chair, tak
see a single peak. Since most elements are a ing a swig and waiting.
mixture of different isotopes, the peak is usual Deep breath. " I think they are basically
ly a family. beads of polyethylene with a mixture of small
Except that I saw a single peak. I noted that er hydrocarbons embedded in the matrix. But
60 MICHAEL ALEXANDER
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it's not just any mixture. For one thing, the printed out.
compounds are monoisotopic . " He looked. "Okay, I believe you. What do
That made him sit up. "As i n how?" you make of it? I don't see anydling special . "
I slid a sheet over to him. "They are carbon "Neither did I, at first. Then I asked myself
and hydrogen, all right. But all the carbon is why that particular molecule would be made
carbon-13 and all the hydrogen is deuterium, to stand out that way. I mean, you can't miss it.
hydrogen-2. " Then I turned the picture sideways. "
He looked. "That's impossible." He looked at me with an inquiring expres
"Sure, for any naturally-occurring compound. sion.
They should be about one percent carbon-13 "You ever read any Sherlock Holmes?" I
with the rest carbon-l2, and hydrogen-l with asked.
about a hundredth of a percent of hydrogen-2. "Urn. No."
But this stuff is one hundredpercent carbon-l 3 "We must widen your intellectual perspec
and hydrogen-2." I tapped the sheet. "It's a way tive. 'The Adventure of the Dancing Men, '" I
to teU anyone that dle material couldn't possibly said, and slid a drawing I had made across to
be natural, even if the original chemical stmc him. "What do you see here'"
nlres were destroyed. " I had redrawn the molecule by hand, just
"But they weren't." showing the carbon backbone. It was a vertical
"No. Not enough to matter, anyway. That's zigzag nine line segments long. At one end was
the second brilliant idea. Redundancy. Even a a hexagon attached to the zigzag by a short
milligram of material contains trillions of straight line, with two short lines sticking out
copies. Lose a few percent, so what? And then at two and ten o'clock on the hexagon. On the
there's this," and I slid the printout of the spike same attachment point as the hexagon were
and wave pattern over. two kinked lines three segments long. Two
He took it in quickly. Jim is smart. "This is a places down on the zigzag were single lines
scan of the extract?" sticking out on each side. One place below
"It is. If you blow it up you can see that aU those were paired kinked lines ending in a bi
the components are also monoisotopic. Who furcation. The rest of the zigzag trailed out be
ever made this stuff combined the individual low them, five line segments long.
components in proportions to give a pattern Jim stared at it for a long time. He finished
that would immediately catch the eye of any in his beer. He compared my sketch to the more
telligent being looking at it. Those beads are formal stmctural drawing the computer had
damned sophisticated. I'm feeling like a bit of spat out. Then he got up, walked over to the
an ape for starting out by hitting one with a fridge, and got another beer, which he behead
hammer. " ed and drained in one motion. After a magnifi
Jim continued studying the printout. He cent belch he canle back and sat down. "I see,"
looked calm, but the way he was sliding he said, "What appears to be a bad stick draw
around in the chair gave away his excitement. ing of a biped with a head at one end, two
"This big peak at the beginning," he said. "Con arms, two short objects just above what I'd call
tamination, or something else?" the hips, two legs and a longish tail . " He
"Something else. I did a quick structure belched again. "Excuse me. "
analysis with the ion trap. It needs to be re I nodded. "That's what I see, too. Pretty
peated, of course, but I ' m pretty sure I ' m danmed clever, I think. Put an urunistakable sig
right. " nal in the artifact; the impossible isotope ratios,
"What is it?" the mass sine wave, and top that with several
"Hydrocarbon. A multiply-branched nine-car gazillion copies of a picture of yourself, each
bon chain, a nonane. It has a dinlethylated aro about fifteen nanometers long."
matic ring at one end, sharing the carbon with "Seems like a lot of trouble for what's actual
a pair of three-carbon atom groups. The third Iy there."
carbon on the backbone has two single-carbon "I'd agree, but my guess is that the small stuff
groups and the fourth one has two four-carbon is just an advertisement for the matrix itself. I
groups with branched ends." I slid over a stan don't have the equipment for it, but I'm willing
dard structural diagram the computer had to bet ten bucks that once the long polymers
62 MICHAEL ALEXANDER
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E m ily Mah
W
hen the Dakota crashed, all Elliana numb.
could see was the radar image. The Seared into her mind was a photograph that
large dot of the ship became a mil Mitch had put up in their quarters three
lion tiny dots. Her mind's eye months ago. A young couple, cast in bronze,
showed her more detail than she could bear. holding each other and looking down at the
The giant, dish-shaped ship would have grave of their newborn baby. The couple were
plowed into the dusty plain rim first. Its outer Latter-day Saint pioneers from the era of cov
plating would buckle, then burst as the pres ered wagons, and the statue was in Winter
sure inside vented into the almost non-existent Quarters, Nebraska, where many had spent
atmosphere on Ganymede. The composite the cold months on their trek west to Utall. A
support struts would shatter. Fragments of month ago, the picture had been a reminder
metal and composite would impact the sur that Elliana, Mitch, and Amber were Latter-day
rounding plain, raising a cloud of dust that Saint pioneers too. At one time, they'd cele
would take days to clear. brated all the parallels.
She slowed her breathing and willed her "Ellie?" came a soft voice over the radio.
mind not to inlagine what it would be like for Elliana cringed. She tried to tell herself that
those still on board. While she sat in her space Kathryn, one of the crew p'l'chiatrists, wanted
suit, in a shuttle plush as a commercial airliner, to help rather than gloat.
eleven souls were snuffed out on that crash "Ellie, please talk. Just let me know you're
plain. One was her daughter, Amber. still with us."
In the seat beside her was her husband and "I'm here. I'd like privacy, please . " She
Amber's father, Mitch. His hand was on hers, closed the channel, even though she knew
but between the t11ick gloves of their suits and that was petty, then turned to look out the
the sense of horruying unreality, she barely felt window at the gray-brown plain scrolling past.
it. The radio was full of voices, babbling, argu Their shuttle was on its final descent. Soon
ing, mourning, consoling. Elliana didn't bother they'd land at the robot-constmcted Ganymede
to sort through them. Now was the time to Base.
. . .
pray, seek solace from God, but she was too
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Amber probably hadn't cried on impact, "I was just looking at Amber's life history,
thought Elliana. She hadn't cried six months and let me ask you something: has she ever
ago, when they'd blasted offMars for the short been outside of Tharsus Base?"
shuttle flight to Mars Orbital Station. She'd "No," said Elliana.
been deathly silent. They hadn't been in their "Not even for her surface walk exanl?"
space suits for that flight, so Elliana ought to Amber rolled over. "I had to have that in-
have seen the color drain from her daughter's side," she rasped. She cleared her throat with a
face and noticed how her fingers dug like cough. "111ere was a dust storm that day. "
claws into the armrests as the shuttle shot up "So your entire life, you've never seen a win
into the sky, and the red surface of Mars fell dow?"
away beneath them. "I've seen window walls. " Tharsus Base had
Only when the teen slumped forward did El hundreds of those, floor to ceiling video
liana and Mitch realize anything was wrong. screens designed to look like windows.
She'd passed out, and her vitals monitor Dr. Vickers shook her head, her blond bob
showed that her pulse had spiked and her bOlUlcing like a commercial for shampoo-the
adrenalin levels were off the charts. light simulated gravity in Mars Oribital gave
Minutes later, when they docked with Mars everyone's locks an extra lift. "Then I'd specu
Orbital, Elliana fretted as a medical team carted late that she's got agoraphobia. Fear of open
the girl to sickbay and looked her over. Amber spaces, and it's little wonder why. I've never
came to and moaned as the bright lights shone seen anyone with a psychological profile like
in her eyes. hers."
"Overexcitement, " pronounced the physi "Other kids have been born in space," said
cian on duty. "First time on a shuttle. Family's Amber.
about to embark in a historic mission. She's "Yes, but they've all gone to Earth since
fine. " then. Amber's been raised in what is effectively
"J'm sorry," said Amber. "That's so dumb of a vault. "
Ole." "It's not a vault," said Amber. "It's an under
"Don't be silly. " Mitch tousled her short growld base, built to shield against radiation. "
brown hair and helped her up off the cot. Kathryn didn't even look at her. "[n order to
Elliana fell into step next to them as they find anyone with a comparable background,
headed out. Amber towered over her, thanks to I'd have to look at cases of severe abuse. Chil
Amber's low gravity childhood on Mars and El dren locked in closets for ten years, that kind of
liana's high-gravity childhood on Earth. thing."
The three of them turned a corner and Am "I didn't grow up in a closet." Amber rolled
ber dropped like a puppet Witll its strings cut. her eyes. "Tharsus has a park that's-"
Mitch let out a yell of alarm and tried to catch "I recommend she go to Earth for treatment.
her. He half managed. Her head still thudded I insist upon it. "
against the floor. Elliana glanced around to see "Whoa, you can't just pull us off the mis
what had happened. It looked as if Amber had sion!"
been hit with a tranquilizer dart, but the hall "Amber, " said Mitch. The truth of the matter
way was empty. The doors along it were all was, Kathryn could do just that. She could file
shut, and the window set into the wall showed a report with the Space Council and make a
just empty space with stars. recommendation.
That window, it turned out, was what made "Dad, I can do this. I promise. Just give me a
Amber buckle at the knees. Ten minutes later, chance. 1 was a little out ofit-"
the three of them were back in the sickbay, and "She had a severe anxiety attack. There's
this time they met Dr. Kathryn Vickers, the psy nothing 'little' about it," said Kathryn. "Now
cl1iatrist. "As you know," the honey-voiced Aus isn't the time to be jetting off to an alien
tralian twanged, "I'm also on the Ganymede world."
mission with you. Sorry to meet like this. " "I agree. So don't send me to Earth. That'd be
Mitch bmshed that aside, which Elliana ap way more foreign than Ganymede. "
preciated. Now wasn't the time for pleas Elliana hid a smile. Her daughter always did
antries. Amber began to stir on her cot. have a quick wit.
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Which Kathryn did not appreciate. "Listen "Yeah, but you're talking about me and 1
here-" have a right to know-"
"Let me do my spacewalk exam. Give me "You are a minor, so you do not need to be
some anti-anxiety medication and some coach present-"
ing and let me prove that 1 can do this." Am "We're going on the mission, okay? 1 was
ber's spacewalk exam was the last requirement born in space and I'm gOlU1a stay in space. It's
she had to fill before she was cleared for the where 1 belong. "
mission. The family had assumed it would be Kathryn rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to ar
nothing more than a formality, easily cleared gue this point. You won't be in space forever.
out of the way once they were on Mars Orbital. No one's got a born right to live here."
"You underestimate your condition," said Dr. " I 'll pass my spacewalk exam. Just you
Vickers. watch."
"And you underestimate me." And she did, the very next day. It took her a
"It's true, " said Mitch. tilde extra tin1e, with pauses to take a few deep
Kathryn shook her head, said to Amber, "Ex breaths now and then. But she got her certifi
cuse us," and took Mitch and Elliana aside. She cation and the family got mission clearance
didn't just step to the other side of the privacy from the Space Council, and none too soon.
barrier around Amber's cot, either. She took The Dakota was due to slingshot past Mars in
them all the way out into the hallway. "Your less than forty-eight hours.
daughter's at that age when she's just learning "For what it's worth," said Kathryn as Amber
some of life's hard lessons. She's a teenager stripped off her suit in the locker room, "I do
now. Before she could chalk up all of her fail object, most strenuously. This is a mistake. "
ures to not being grown up enough, but over " I passed, and I'm going." Amber shook out
the next five years, that excuse won't work her suit and hung it up in her locker.
anymore, and that's hard for anyone to fuce." "I wasn't talking to you-"
"Doctor," said Mitch, "with all due respect, "You were talking about me-"
Amber's not a typical teenager. " "You need to learn to respect the chain of
"Well, of course you won't d1ink so-" command. This is no way to talk to-"
"Kathryn . " "Yeah, you just need to learn how to respect
Elliana watched the exchange, her heart people in general. "
surging with Mitch's words. Elliana was inclined to agree, but she kept
"Listen to me, you're all in for some hard her face neutral as Kathryn positioned herself
lessons. I can see here that your daughter's between Amber and her parents, with her
used to having her way, being indulged. Even back to Amber. "You need to assert some au
tually she'll want something you can't give her thority here, and 1 strongly recommend you go
and-" to Earth, for her sake. 1 know she wants to go
"She is not a demanding, spoiled child." to Ganymede, but you need to be the
"She knows you and your reactions. She's grownups. Don't be afraid of a hard decision.
clearly figured out how to manipulate you-" It'll save you a lot of grief down the line. "
"She is not manipulative! "
"You're going to let her try the spacewalk Those words were now on constant replay
exam, aren't you?" in Elliana's mind. The shuttle touched down for
"Yes, of course." a perfect landing, its wheels kicking up a roost
Elliana nodded in agreement. er tail of dust in their wake. Out the window
"Well, fine. Perhaps she'll fuil it and you'll all was the view of the base, the place Amber
have a growing experience. Or perhaps she'll hadn't stopped talking about since the family
pass and you'Il put off the inevitable for a few first qualified for the mission, six years earlier.
more weeks or months. For everyone's sake, 1 "Elliana?" came a hoarse voice over the ra-
hope she just fuils. " dio.
"With all due respect-" Amber strode out "Yes?"
of the sickbay. "It's Chung . . . "
Kathryn pivoted to face her. "You are not dis "Ah." Elliana could not in1agine how he felt.
charged-" He'd been in charge of evacuating the children,
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but there hadn't been time. All ten of the littlest ting the full inlpact of whatever this was.
ones were in a room that had been impossible The pressure against the restraints eased off
to get to. Retaining walls had cut off the major and Elliana tried to breathe a sigh of relief, only
access routes, and the ship spun in a way that to have shooting pains in her ribs. She'd later
made the journey toward them straight "up," learn she'd broken three.
against the centrifugal force. Helmuth Schau "Mom, there's a giant crack in the wall in
mann had made a break for his young son, only here."
to be sedated by one of the doctors and hauled Shock, like cold water in the veins, hit EI
onto the evacuation shuttle like a sack of pota liana. "What?"
toes. "And . . . I ' m going to the hall . . . Mom,
Amber had been with Chung and the older there's this gigantic crack down the length of
children, though, so Elliana had assumed her the hall, and there's a retaining-that's a re
daughter had gone with them to their assigned taining wall' It's deployed, like, twenty meters
shuttle. away. Parts of the ship lost pressure?"
"I'm sorry, " he said. His voice cracked. "I Elliana said a silent prayer of gratitude for tlle
tried to force her to come with us. She climbed safety conscious Space Council. Everyone rode
into one of the ventilation shafts and we out the pulses in their spacesuits.
couldn't reach her-" "Mom, what happened?"
"It's all right, " said Elliana. " J don't know, honey, " she said. "I'm being
"It's not. You know it's not. " summoned for a debrief right now. You stay
"I don't blanle you. " Those words were au put."
tomatic. She couldn't blame him or anyone
else. She and he would be in the sanle crew for The Dakota, they all learned, had two prob
at least a decade. There was no room for lems. One was that the support structures
grudges or anger or blame. were shattered. The nuclear pulse had hit just
"J do." He sobbed. "J do . . . " off center, thanks to a sudden shift in the Dako
EUiana felt a surge of resentment. Amber was ta 's balance when a shuttle's docking clamp
her daughter. He had no right to mourn her gave way. It was a one in a million accident,
this much. and their munber had been up. They now flew
"I passed the psych tests for this mission," in a craft that was eggshell delicate.
said Chung. "What does that say about me? I'm The second problem was that a lot of debris
certified as someone who'd leave those chil had been knocked loose and surrounded them
dren behind. " in a cloud. These fragments moved at the same
"Right. " She managed a grim chuckle. " J speed as the Dakota with no resistance in the
know. " vacuum of space. When it came time to decel
erate, the ship would slow down, but the de
Amber hadn't cried five and a half months bris would keep going, and even the smallest
ago when the first of a string of accidents hap particles had enough kinetic energy to slice
pened either. One m o m ent Elliana was through the unshielded side of the hull.
strapped to her crash couch, ready to unstrap For the duration of the journey, the crew
and get to work, and the next she was tI1rown had their work cut out for them. First they had
against her restraints so hard that it cnlshed the to repair the ship, then they had to clear de
breath out of her. The Dakota's rocket engines bris.
came on with a nimble and the radio burst to "Sir," said Dr. Vickers after the captain fin
life with frightened voices asking for status re ished his synopsis of the problems. "May 1
ports. make a request'"
Her thoughts had immediately gone to her "Go ahead." Captain Patel looked exhausted.
daughter. Amber was i n another room, Even in zero-g, which tended to soften wrin
strapped to a crash couch of her own. She was kles and lift sagging jowls, he still managed to
proud of herself, that she could ride out the look haggard.
Dakota's nuclear acceleration pulses on a The senior crew was all in the debriefing
couch, rather than in a tank of water like the lit room, floating over the conference table. The
tlest children. But that meant she was also get- scene looked like a surreal painting, everyone
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in their space suits, helmets off, the whites and where she found Amber sprawled out, midair,
grays stood in stark contrast to the deep brown her space suit still on, her helmet floating next
of the table and burgundy of the carpet. to her. She had her palmtop out and her eyes
Dr. Vickers pushed her short hair out of her scanned something on the screen. "Mom," she
eyes with a practiced sweep of the fingers. "I said, without looking up, "there are so many
request that we keep all the detai ls of our cracks in the walls. And I saw three retaining
predicament from the children. This is a very walls in place. How many holes are there in the
stressful simarion, and if they know the full ex ship?"
tent, that plus the fact that there is nothing "Honey, I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty to
they can do-" discuss that. "
"Nothing they can do?" The words were out That got Amber's attention. She lifted her
of Elliana's mouth before she realized it. All head sharply. "What?"
eyes in the room turned to her. "Sorry, " she "Captain's orders. The details of what hap
said. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but there are pened are only to be shared with the crew-"
a lot of things the children can do. Run sup "I'm crew!"
plies, minor repairs. Many of the older children "You're a layperson."
will be just as able as the younger techs. " "Mom-"
"Physically, but not mentally," said Dr. Vick "Sweetie, it isn't my call. !t's an order. "
ers. "We need to remember that the children "Well, I won't tell anyone you told me."
aren't crew. They didn't pass the rigorous psy "I can't do that and you know it. 1 have to re
chological exams the crew had to take." spect the chain of command. "
She didn't look at Elliana or Mitch as she said "Mom, this ship's clearly damaged, like, se
this, but Elliana felt dle dig all the same. verely. You can't expect me to see all this and
Captain Patel nodded. "All right. !fyou think just not care. "
that's best." He was a father hinlself, with two "I'm sorry. "
daughters aboard. Amber shifted. She probably meant to stand
The rest of the meeting passed in a blur, and up to her hIli height, but in zero-g all she ac
before she knew it, Elliana was alone in the cor complished was an undignified flail, then a
ner. Everyone else was filing out the door in as rigid diagonal posture. "What am I supposed to
orderly a fashion as they could manage in zero do now? Just work on patching cracks and-"
g. "No. You and the other minors are going to
Everyone save for Kathryn, who worked her school. You'll keep doing your independent
way along the wall toward Elliana. "Ellie," she study, but it'll be in the provisional nursery-"
said. "They're sending me to the nursery?"
Elliana bristled at the nickname. No one "Everyone under the age of eighteen-"
called her that. "I'm not gonna go into daycare. You can't
"I don't know what the protocol was in make me."
TIursus Base -" "I can, but I don't want-"
"Amber is quite capable of dealing with a cri Amber pushed, one armed, off the ceiling
sis. She's very mature for her age . " and sailed past Elliana to the door. Speechless,
"Well, I doubt that. All children are more re Elliana watched her daughter storm out. A
silient than most people realize. I just wanted weak protest died on her tongue. Amber
to make sure you understand my reasoning. " wasn't supposed to leave the room while the
"Amber's smart enough. She can probably crew did a detailed disaster analysis. She was in
figure out what happened on her own." real danger, just taking off down the hall.
Dr. Vickers' left eyebrow twitched, as if she And Elliana was too dumbstmck to stop her.
had just stopped herself from raising it. " I Dr. Vickers was right. Elliana never thought of
hope," she said, "dlat I will not have to counsel Amber as a child, which meant she didn't
her after she's 'figured it out herself. ' Evenmal know what to do when the girl acted like one.
Iy you'll have to understand that she is just a
child. " "Ellie, can 1 speak to you'" Dr. Vickers asked
a couple of months later. She stood in the hall
Elliana returned to the family's quarters, way outside of the greenhouse. TIle crew had
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repaired the ship enough for it to spin up some who's never driven a car is not going to need a
artificial gravity. People could walk and stand hundred and forty three hours in the CART
now. simulator. "
Elliana wiped her muddy hands down her "I . . . "
filthy lab coat and stepped out into the hall. "Furthermore, there are the almost three
Kathryn paused and her eyes unfocused a hundred hours she's spent at the bottom of a
moment before she turned the full force of her stairwell on Level D. "
gaze on Elliana. "Look, I lUlderstand that Am "Ye s , " said Elliana. "There's a window
ber hasn't taken the current situation well. I there."
know she's been very upset, but you need to "A window?"
do a little more to corral her. " "Right. She's been staring out of it. Practic
"She's been upset, yes, but she's a good kid. ing. Building up her ability to . . . ah . . . she read
We always know where she is, and she stays in an article on how some agoraphobics do that
cleared areas." kind of thing . . . "
The psychiatrist frowned. "I guess I don't Dr. Vickers' expression softened from one of
know much about your background. You're a amusement to one of sympathy, which just
devout Mormon-" made Elliana feel worse. It was bad enough to
"Latter-day Saint, yes." be called to task by this woman, but to be
"So I don't know what . . . strictures you put pitied by her' "If you would like me to-"
on your children, or . . " "We'll handle this, " said EUiana.
Elliana had no idea where this conversation "Will you?"
was going. She folded her arms across her "Yes, we will. Thank you." Elliana turned her
chest and shifted her weight. "She spends aU of back on the doctor and walked away, cursing
her time that she isn't in school or helping here the fact that the woman could bring out her
in the sinmlations bay. I know her habits." childish side with such ease.
"Did it ever occur to you that she can't actu
aUy use any of the sinmlators?" "I haven't lied to you! " Amber snapped. "I
"She can use one. The CART one. " swear. "
"Now why do you think she'd be spending Elliana wanted to believe her. Amber had
time on that simulator?" never been a sneak, but dlen again, she'd never
"Because I think she's figured out what's had a reason to be. "Listen- "
coming next. I think she knows that we'll be " I can't believe this . " The teenager looked
doing debris cleanup and she wants to be able up at the ceiling, as if appealing to a higher
to help." power to swoop down and whisk her away
"She can't help. She's too young, and she's from the situation.
agoraphobic. " "Why have you trained in the CART simula-
"I know, but she's very resourceful and des tor?"
perate to contribute." "So I can help clean up debris. "
"Did it ever occur to you to check who else "But you can't-"
is in the simulations bay when she is?" Dr. Vick "I can. Set me up for another spacewalk test.
ers held up her palmtop, which showed the Not the short one I already did. The long one.
timesheets for the bay. Amber's name appeared The hill EVA certification. I'll pass it."
over and over and over, and right next to each "Honey, we can't-"
entry was another name, Florian Schawnann. "You don't need a doctorate to clean up de
He was the fifteen-year-old son of one of the bris, and everyone knows that's what's coming
chief engineers. next. I'm not stupid, you know. Everyone's talk
Elliana's face flushed hot. "They're ing about it, so you can forget Dr. Vickers's ad
friends-" vice about keeping it from me."
"Anyone with any kind of experience driving "I never said you were stupid."
anything can fly a CART. It's nothing more "Sign me up for a test. Please. Just do it. I
than a pickup tnIck for outer space. It's a mule, won't let you down."
and everyone knows that its simulator is a joke "Anlber-"
and a waste of space. Even a thirteen-year-old "Please, Mom. "
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"I . . . okay. " Elliana held up her hands in sur with your eyes open."
render. "All right." She flipped open her pa�n Dr. Vickers rubbed her forehead like she had
top and booked the test. a splitting headache. "That's one of dlose ruJes
Fifteen minutes later came a call from Dr. that goes without saying. "
Vickers. "I could have done it."
"You must be joking," the psychiatrist said. "Why not wait until you can do it properly'
The feed was audio only. With your eyes open, rather than feeling your
"She insists-" way around and pretending you aren't even on
"Now is not the time to be doing tests. We're a spacewalk. You try to work around your con
still in crisis mode. We can't spare the re dition, and that's not going to get you where
sources for this. " you need to go. "
"U she passes, perhaps she really could-" "You don't think I belong here. You think
"Listen to yourself! She is not going to pass. I'm a spoiled brat with parents who'll let me do
She can't fly a CART while the rest of the crew whatever I want and that I have no right to be
works. She is not qualified to do extra vehicu here on the Dakota."
lar work, and even if she didn't have severe "Amber-"
psychological issues, she is thirteen years old. "Well you're wrong! I belong here. I was
She is not an adult. You need to be the adult. born in space and I've clocked more hours
You need to tell her that this is how it is. She here than half the crew. "
can whine and kick and scream about how "Listen-"
much she wants to help, but you've got to be "Way more dlan you have!"
the voice of reason. " "That doesn't mean I don't know how to
"A test i s n ' t that great a tax o n our re- help you."
sources." "You just want to send me to Earth!"
"I can't believe I'm hearing this." Kathryn ran a hand over her blond bob, and
"Please just-" turned to Elliana. "Once she cools down, I'd
"She'll still love you if you tell her no. In fact, like to meet with all ofyou. What happened to
she'll appreciate you all the more. If you just day means she's lost even her preliminary
give in to her every whim, that will hurt your spacewalk certification. It's a major setback.
bond in the long run." Now, I don't like to say 'I told you so,' but per
"I think this is a reasonable request." haps after this, we can have a productive dis
"It isn't." cussion about Amber's future." With a regretful
"So, you'll block it'" smile, she withdrew.
"Are you joking? N o . I ' m sending it on "I hate her!" said Amber.
through. If you need to Jearn the hard way, Elliana's eyes met Mitch's over the cot.
Jearn the hard way. " "Honey, " said Mitch. "Maybe you shouJd lis-
ten to her. "
Twenty-seven hours later, Elliana sat in the "What?" Amber rounded on hinl, her shoul
sickbay next to an inconsolable Amber, who ders stiff with anger.
still wore her spacesuit. Tears slid down the ElJiana couldn't bear to look at her daughter
girl's face and she hugged herself tight as she as she said, "I think your father'S right."
rocked back and forth on the cot, each rock "No way. I thought you guys believed in
punctuated with a sob. "She screwed it all up." me."
As if on cue, a soft tap on the privacy barrier "We do, " said Elliana. "That's why you're
announced Dr. Vickers's arrival . here on the Dakota. But that doesn't mean you
Elliana's stomach felt like a clenched fist. At can go from your preliminary spacewalk to
Jeast the p'l'chiatrist had the decency to look cleaning up debris-"
disappointed as she peered around the barrier. "Shut up!" Amber flung herself off the cot to
"I'll admit, I did hope you could prove me a chorus of shrieking medical alarms. "You
wrong, " she said to Amber. don't even know what you're talking about. I
"You changed the rules!" was born for this."
"I did not." "Amber . . . " said Mitch.
"Nowhere does it say you have to do the test But the girl was already gone. Dr. Vickers
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peered back around the barrier. "Give her her. "
some space. She'll come around. You did the Were, past tense. Amber's passing meant
right thing." She had smiled a smile that looked that Elliana couldn't c1ainl the title of "parent"
both condescending and triumphant. anymore. Tears burned in her eyes.
There was a burst of commotion behind
"Ellie . . . " Dr. Vicker's voice was calm. "Talk them. Heavy, rapid footsteps sounded on the
to me." rubberized floor and echoed off the domed
Elliana realized that she was seated in the ceiling.
common room of the base. She didn't remem "No, no, [ hear it too!" someone shouted.
ber her travel there from the shuttle, though "Hear what?" That was Captain Patel's voice.
she knew it had been a short trip via robotic "Help ! " came a scratchy voice that made EI-
ground transport. It was as if she sat in a sur liana's heart stop. "Somebody. Anybody. Re
round screen theater with a staticky sound spond!"
track that obscured people's voices. She was in "Who is this?" said me captain.
front of the windows that looked out across EUiana got to her feet and turned to see the
the light brown Ganymede plain. Amalthea, senior crew all gathered around an infonnation
dle small red moon, was about a finger's widm terminal set into me wall.
above the stubby hills that ringed the horizon. "Amber. Amber DeSoto."
Jupiter was a giant orange orb, always directly The sense of disconnection shattered. Elliana
overhead the tide-locked Ganymede. was aware of everyone's cautious glances,
Amber had displayed a photograph of this every gasp of disbelief, every crackle of static
view in her room ever since the family had on the radio.
been selected for the mission. "Where are you?" said me first officer.
ElJiana looked down at herself and saw she "Outside. Come get me. Please. "
was still in her suit, her helmet tucked under "I want three transports on the move now, "
one ann. Kathryn hadn't spoken over the radio said the captain. "Triangulate her signal." With
then. Elliana looked up and saw the woman sat a glance in Elliana's direction he said, "Find
beside her on one of dle pillowed chairs. your husband and report to me transport bay.
"I'm all right," Elliana said. You've got five minutes."
Kamryn shook her head. "No one would be They made it there in two, but by then the
all right under the circumstances. I'm just . . . transmissions had stopped. Calls of, "DeSoto!
I'm sorry. I've been asking myself 'what if. ' Respond please, " just met wim static.
What if I'd canceled that second exam or . "
She rubbed her forehead. " I didn ' t expect A million explanations flitted through EI
things to end this way, and if you feel I'm at liana's mind on what felt like an interminable
fault, 1 understand." transport drive across the plain toward the
"She never forgave us. \Vhen we told her to stubby hills. The transmission was a cmel joke
listen to you." of phYSiCS, sent out before the crash. Amber's
"I know. 1 tried working with her on that, responses to the captain's questions were coin
but she never forgave me either. " cidence. Or perhaps ElJiana was hallucinating.
" [ 'd come home from work a n d she The long hours of crisis and repairs on the
wouldn't even come out of her room. Or she'd Dakota had pushed her to the brink, and the
be over at the Schaumanns'. ' death of her daughter had pushed her right
Dr. Vickers nodded. The radio speakers in over. She was in a padded room somewhere,
the wall gave a blare of static that made them dreaming this. Or perhaps an alien, a la The
both wince. "Yes, " she said, "all she'd do was Martian Chronicles, was out there, mas
tell me that she was born for this and 1 under querading as Amber. They were about to make
estinlated her. " first contact.
Elliana shut her eyes. "She didn't know how She stood i n the transport cockpit, still in
to handle having limitations." her suit, and looked out the windshield at the
"It's a hard process, learning all that." flat plain scrolling toward them as the vehicle
"We could have made it easier if onIy-" tmndled along, rocking slightly on its shocks.
"Don't. Please. You were good parents to Kathryn stood beside her, and had said nothing
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for the entire drive. room. Tore up the plain real bad. But don't
"I've got a suit beacon," said the driver. "I leave it. You have to go find it. Is someone go
can't believe it. There. Look there." He pointed ing to find it?"
at what first looked like a smudge in the Jovian "She's delirious, " said Sigrid. "Make sure
twilight. But as Elliana stared, she saw that it she's hydrated."
was, indeed, a figure in a spacesuit, kneeling "Sir," came another voice over the radio.
and slumped over on the plain. "Our transport's at the top of the hill and-"
"Amber?" she broadcast. "Honey? Is that Amber sat bolt upright, as if someone had
you?" just punched her in the stomach. "Hello! " she
"Mmmmph, " canle the staticky reply. shouted. "Am I on the radio? Hello!"
"Amber?" Elliana's voice went up an octave. "Delirium," said Sigrid.
"Mom?" "Hello!"
Elliana shot out of the cockpit to the back of "Hello'" came a high, thready response over
the vehicle, but Mitch was already in the airlock, the radio.
the pressure dropping. She waited until he'd Elliana started at the sound. Deafening si
jlunped out the other door before she keyed the lence descended. Everyone exchanged looks,
airlock to restore pressure and let her in. as if to check with the others that they really
Only, by the tinle it was halJWay pressurized, had heard what they thought they'd heard.
Mitch was barking, "I've got her. Open the "Hey," said Amber. She relaxed and laid back
door! " down, her eyes closed as if the lights were too
"Mitch , " said Sigrid Maki, one of the crew bright. "You guys all right?"
physicians who was in another of the trans Guys, thought Elliana. Plural?
ports. "Don't move her-" "Guys?" whispered someone in the crew.
"J've got her! Let me in'" "Yeah, we're fine. Anyone coming for us
The airlock vented the last of its pressure yet?"
and admitted him. Minutes later he emerged "Count off. "
through the inner door. Sllmg over his shoulder "Amber, " said Elliana. "You didn't go-"
was a tall figure in a space suit coated with "One," said the voice.
brown dust. "I've got her, " he kept repeating, "Two. " Someone in the room, or perhaps it
an edge of hysteria in his voice. was over the radio, choked back a sob.
The figure stirred as Mitch laid it down on a "Three. "
hastily set up medcot. Elliana shut her eyes. Two tears slid down
"Now, wait, " said Sigrid over the radio. her cheeks.
But ElJiana popped the suit helmet off. The "I'm hungry. "
deathly pale face inside was Amber's. She was "Say four. "
alive. It was all Elliana could do not to shriek "But I want a bagel. '
with joy. "Amber?" she said. "Honey? Sweetie? "She's four. I'm five."
Are you okay?" "Amber-" Elliana heard herself say. Five out
Amber's eyelids fluttered. "You gotta . . . go of the ten children?
where . . . " "Six."
"How did you get out here?" said Mitch. He'd "Seven. "
smeared Ganymede dust in his hair with his "I have to go to the bathroom. "
gloved hands. "Go in your suit! "
"Flew a CART. " "That's gross."
"A CAl?I?" came the captain's voice. He was "Shut up, guys. Eight. "
also in another transport. EJliana realized their "Nine. "
whole conversation was being broadcast. "You "And Taki. He's here too." The wail ofa baby
can't tell me that she slowed a CART from or crying blared over the speakers, then cut out.
bital velOCity to landing velocity. Those things "We can't get him to stop crying. We've been
aren't even made to land." singing to hinl for, like, ever. "
"Full reverse engines for one and a half or For a long moment, there was only the shrill
bits," said Amber. "Dragged it to a stop on the whine of the transport motor. Elliana opened
other side of the hills. Only place there was her eyes and looked at Mitch, who stared at
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Amber as if he'd never seen her before. rated i n a CART, are you? I think you may be
"Um, hello'" said one of the child voices. the only person in the universe."
"Yes . . . yes, Arti?" said the captain. There was a chorus of chuckles, both live
"Yeah, hi Dad. You coming to get-oh! I see and over the radio.
someone with a f lashlight. Hey guys, look!" "We need to get these biographical details in
"Amber," said the captain, his voice husky our report," he went on. "You'll be in the his
with emotion, "how did you ciinlb three hun tory books, and not just as the f irst person to
dred vertical meters-" walk on Ganymede. "
"In the air vent," she said. "Most direct "You mean crawl."
route." "Crawl?"
"And then get all ten of them out of their wa "Yeah, I crawled, with my eyes closed. But I
ter tanks-" think that still counts, right?"
"Hey," said one of the other children. "We This time Elliana joined in the chuckles.
helped." "Yes," said Mitch. "Honey, that counts."
"How did you get to an airlock?" "That's how I got over the hill, and then I ra-
"We slid!" said Arti. "Down the hallway. dioed forever, and no one responded. "
Everything was all tilted and weird." The ship "Sir," said another crewmember. "We've got
had spun like a f lipped coin, turning hallways the children all untethered from the wreckage
into near vertical shafts. of the CART and they are stable enough to
"You were so scared, " said another child. walk back to the transport. I'm carrying Taki. "
"Was not!" "AU able to walk?" said the captain.
"You screamed. " "Or run. Hey! Slow down. Everyone stay in
"Shut up!" sight of me, you hear?"
"Quiet, guys," said Amber. "We couldn't get "Permission to revise the casualty report?"
to an airlock with a shuttle. So just went to the said Sigrid.
nearest one and got lucky. There was a CART." "Granted. Yes . . . granted . . . Our total num-
"I wouldn't call that lucky," muttered some ber of casualties is, ah . . . "
one over the radio. Elliana had to agree. If she "Zero," whispered Elliana.
were faced with the prospect of evacuation by "Dad?" said Arti.
CART, she'd consider the evacuation a failure. "Yes?"
What Amber had done was insane. "Yasmina really has to use the bathroom."
"We all tethered ourselves to the rail, you Amber opened both eyes now and f ixed her
know, around the back of the CART," supplied gaze on something just beyond Elliana's shoul
another child. der. Her lips twisted into a smirk and she sat
" I popped it loose before the Dakota up.
crashed," said Amber. Even before she turned, Elliana heard
"Like,just before," said Arti. "We saw it, like, Kathryn's strangled snort of indignation. The
hit and then it, like, exploded." psychiatrist beat a hasty retreat to the cockpit
"Yeah, it was so cool." without so much as a backward glance.
"It was amazing." "Admit it," Amber hollered after her. "You
"An d then there was all this debris and we were wrong about me."
had to outmn it. We were all screaming.' "Amber," said Mitch. "What you did was . . . I
Several voices laughed. mean . . . " He scrubbed his gloved hands
Elliana wrapped her anns around herself to through his hair. "How should I say it? I don't
suppress a shudder. "How could you f ly a even know where to begin."
CART, honey? How did you steer'" Amber looked at him, then rolled her eyes.
"I pretended it was a simulator and just "Come on. You guys had that stupid picture of
looked at the instruments," said Amber. "I the Winter Quarters statue up for how long?
didn't see the Dakota crash or any of that stuff. What did you think I was gonna do?" She
I mean, you don't have to look where you're f lopped back down on the cot. "I'm hungry.
going with a CART. The instmments tell you all Are there any bagels here? That'd be so good
you need to knOw." right now. •
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he hardest thing to adjust to in my sec head, J was a twenty-nine-year-old moderately
ond life was using a public restroom. successful private investigator. Now, thanks to
Walking by one and seeing someone go a minor miracle involving the regenerative
ing about his business through a clear properties of neural tissue, I'm a forty-nine
wall is disconcerting enough. Being the per year-old private investigator on the brink of
son using the facilities and watching strangers bankruptcy. For five years J adjusted myself to
pass is nearly impossible. I've gotten used to the ways the world and my business had
seeing the neighbors bathe and perform un changed. Mara KalJeigh's case was the bucket
mentionable personal grooming. I'm glad that of cold water that made me wish I'd fought
clothing is still considered necessary to pro back rather than adjust.
tect one from the elements here in the north My office is in a forty-year-old storefront
east. The nudists have made considerable strip retrofitted with a transparent front wall.
inroads in warmer climates. I like it because it still has the "old-fashioned"
J went to sleep one day-okay, fell into a interior wallboard dividing the businesses and
deep coma after being shot-and woke up fif restrooms. J find it strikes the right balance
teen years later in a world I barely recognize. for my clients as well. TIle location offers the
Anonymity is dead. Privacy is not only obso open face society demands, yet the privacy
lete, but to desire it engenders suspicion of that a visit to an investigator requires.
one's motives. Social norms didn't merely J was sitting at my desk trying to decide
change while I slept, they underwent a revo how many of my bills would go unpaid in the
lution. When J went out, via a bullet to the next week, when J glanced up to see a
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While millions of us may be wandering Using the pictures and the data Ms. Kalleigh
around the city, we stick to our assigned areas. had provided, it took me twenty minutes to
Consequently, we see the same people fre learn that Subject A was a serial philanderer
quently, rather than seeing all the millions that who lived in her neighborhood. He was listed
live here. For example, you might run into on several relationship websites looking for
your neighbors at the grocery store because dates without strings attached. His social net
people prefer to shop near home." working pages showed him to be married
She frowned her disagreement at me. "That with six kids. A quick review of his wife
would mean I'm imagining the malevolence I showed she knew of his activities and didn't
feel around me. Please, look into the situation. care.
If it's as you say, all coincidence, I'll have Subject B was harder to pin down. License
learned I'm getting paranoid. U it's something plate data didn't come up with anything but
more, then I'll know I'm right to trust my in cars registered to businesses, and the photo
stincts. I'll pay you for a week's work . " She got no immediate matches. After trying all my
pulled out her tablet again and transferred the sources, I still had a blank for Subject B. ll1at
money. was enough to send up red flags. Nobody hid
We shook hands, and I promised to get that well, not without trying.
back to her in a week. I got my gear prepared for a day of surveil
Alone in my office, I was relieved to see the lance and locked up for the night. I decided to
money in my account. The money manager start early, be at her apartment by six in the
program looked much less dismal. I'd given morning. Ms. Kalleigh would leave home for
her a fuir chance to back out. My instinct told work at seven, and I'd be there and ready to
me no one was following her, but if she want observe.
ed peace of mind, I'd give her peace of mind.
I hadn't had a stalking case in a while. It was The doorbell rang at five the next morning
the kind of crime that became easy to see and while J was shaving. J could see the police of
prosecute in the new, open, keep-no-secrets ficers waiting for me to answer the door as
world. Stalking left a cyber-footprint that was clearly as they could see me wiping my fuce.
easy to follow. No one needs evidence of "Yes, what can J do for you!" J asked as I
cheating spouses, either, because anyone who opened the door.
cheats does so in full view of their spouse, "Are you Pete Lincoln'" said the first officer.
neighbors, and coworkers. Penalties for stalk From his rumpled pants and creased shirt, I
ing and voyeurism are stiff. Child abuse, sex guessed he'd been up for a while, probably all
crimes, drug crimes, elder neglect, and a vari night.
ety of social ills once hidden behind closed "Yes."
doors virtually vanished in the rebuilt cities. "Did you have a financial transaction with
Alcoholism, addiction, and mental health Mara Kalleigh yesterday evening'"
problems no longer slide by unseen. Cosmetic "She came to my business and hired me to
surgery has increased five hundred fold. Sloth do some work for her. Why!" J knew some
and gluttony have decreased. The obesity epi thing had happened to her. J could feel it in
demic ended. It's amazing the changes people the tension radiating off the officers. They had
will make if they know they are living in a ter to be homicide or major crimes detectives.
rariUfll. "What did she hire you to do?" The first of
In fact, the only crimes that had increased ficer, a well-muscled specimen, was doing all
were confidence schemes. Most of my cases the talking. The other, a stony-faced individ
involve protecting the credulous from cons or ual, seemed to be there to listen.
assisting the gullible in tracking lost assets. All "That's confidential. Why do you want to
the openness in society seems to encourage know?" I asked again.
people to take too much at face value, leaving He looked me over slowly before he said,
the door wide open for fraud and embezzle "Ms. Kalleigh was found dead outside her
ment. However, most people take these com apartment last night."
plaints to the police and not to m e , so "How did she die?" I doubted they'd tell me.
business is slow. Homicide detectives prefer to keep details to
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apartments, he showed up. Watching him get as the tech maintenance guy at an internet ra
out of his truck, I compared him to the photo dio station. I was working there from six PM
graph. He was definitely the right guy. until two in the morning. Then I went home.
"Excuse me, sir. Could I ask you a ques You can check. Four of us work the night
tion?" I called out as I approached him. He shift, including the night disc jockey. I'm sor
didn't run, and he didn't look defensive. He ry the lady's dead, but I didn't have anything
waited for me. to do with it." His voice held an edge of an
"Yes, " he said. noyance.
"Ms. Mara Kalleigh, who lived in this com After collecting his contact information and
plex, was killed here last night. Are you re the name of his night shift manager, I let our
sponsible for making sure the security little dance end, and he went on his way.
cameras are working?" Then I called the detective in charge of the
"No, that's the security company's area. I case and told hinl I'd found the guy in the pic
deal with the networks in the complex for res tures. The police could verify his story and his
idential use: systems that nm climate control, alibi. I was sure he was telling the truth,
information access, telecasts, remote opera which left me no closer to a solution.
tion of appliances. You know, the basics. ' My stomach growled, and I realized I was
I looked him over. He wore a pale blue shirt running on h,mes. It was mid-afternoon, and
with the name Walton embroidered on the I'd been on the move since five AM. Time to
chest and carried a small tool kit. "Did you get some lunch and regroup. I was still missing
know Ms. Kalleigh?" a critical piece of information: Mara Kalleigh's
"No," he said, and started to move past me cause of death. The coroner's office could
to the office. provide me with the cause of death, if I asked
"She had noticed you. Can you think of any the right person.
reason why she might think you were watch After eating the strictly portioned, legal
ing her?" I stepped back in front of him and sized serving provided by all fast food joints,
forced him to come to a quick stop to keep except those looking to lose their license, I
from sianlming into me. went, still htmgry, back to my office. Plopping
He looked at me as if I were speaking some down in my chair, I yanked open the bottom
ancient dead language. "Watching her?" He drawer and pulled out a package of almost il
paused and recognition lit his face. "Do you legal pork rinds. Munching, I called up the
mean the lady with the curtains?" he asked. coroner's office. A guy working there had
"Yes, her. " once needed my help extricating himself from
"I was thinking of asking her to join a group a pyramid scheme.
I'm in. She seemed to value privacy." "Coroners' Office, how may I help you?"
"What kind of group?" said a deep, rumbling voice.
"We're a grass roots movement advocating "Anderson Candle?" I asked.
for the return of privacy protections. I thought "Yes?"
she might be interested. ' "Hi, this is Pete Lincoln, with Lincoln Pro
"Were you following her'" tection and Investigations. A client of mine
"No, I wasn't. I'd seen her around the area a died last night, and I was wondering if I could
few times. She might have noticed me trying find out the cause of death. Do you think you
to decide whether to approach her. It takes could help me out?"
me a bit of effort to go up to someone. " He "Um, probably. Who was your client'" he
glanced at the office. "Look, I got a call from asked.
here. I need to get to work. ' "Her name was Mara Kalleigh. Homicide is
He tried to step around me again, and I two working the case, but they wouldn't tell me
stepped in time with his movements. "Don't the cause of death. "
worry about it. I placed the call, and I have a "Give me a minute or two. Let me look . " He
few more questions. Where were you last clicked something, and put me on hold.
night?" A minute later he was back. "Mr. Lincoln'
"Last night? I didn't kill the lady. I wasn't Her report isn't done yet, but the autopsy has
here. I've got a second job doing a night shift been done. Cause of death was exsanguina-
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Food
C ha i ned
Carl F rederick
lliott watched with anticipation as Boris broken English; Mark's upper-class English ac
E
;witched off the Higgs Inhibiter and be cent and the attitude that came with it; Boris'
gan their mapping-run of the planet unwavering use of the Nimzo-Indian defense
they'd christened "Baby Blue." With one against a Queen's gambit; and most of all,
hand, Elliott pushed himself away from the in Mark's and Boris' teasing him about being a
ner hull and found that, though he was still vegetarian.
weightless, he was no longer massless. F=MA The search for extraterrestrial life was the
had meaning again. He glided to his station principal mission. The secondary objective
and, while gazing at the viewscreen, strapped was to explore how people would take to
himself in. Gone now were all the petty an deep space voyages. And Elliott had to admit
noyances that had threatened to escalate into he wasn't taking to it very well at all-at least
open warfare: Mark, just because he was the not until now.
captain, telling everyone what to do; Boris' Elliott's hands, tinted blue by the bright
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viewscreen image of the planet, danced over est or jungle. The light level dropped as
the keyboard, initiating spectroscopic analy branches and leaves blocked much of
ses of the atmosphere, the enormous single Rolf142C's light.
ocean, and the sole large land-mass covered "They are trees," said Elliott, at a whisper.
by what might well be trees. "Sort of. "
Baby Blue's parent star, Rolf 1 24C, lay six Mark paused the lead rover in front of one
light-years from the Sun, but due to the new, of them.
near-light-speed spacecraft teclUlology and the It was massive and squat with broad green
Higgs Inhibiter, they'd been able to get there leaves the size of dinner plates. The trunk was
in less than six months as they measured time. grey and at its bottom was a thick tangle of
Years earlier, the Teng Liu Lunar telescope what seemed to be roots. They formed a disk
had gathered spectrographic data suggesting around the trunk that stood out about as far as
that the planet indeed held life-and life with the tree's branches did. A few roots from each
a chemical fingerprint exceptionally similar to tree snaked out and got lost in the root struc
Earth's. Scientists talked of "panspermia:" that ture of the neighboring trees.
life on Earth as well as Baby Blue might have "This is odd, " said Mark, glanCing to his con
been seeded by complex organic compounds trol panel. "TIle other rovers are still moving.
floating through space. Religionists talked of And they're traveling fast. '
God's universal plan. "Something must be moving," said Boris.
The mapping complete, Boris eased the "Rovers foUow. "
ship into an equatorial synchronous orbit Mark switched his monitor to another
above the coast-line. rover's camera. "Indeed, you are right. There
"Deploying Rover Pac k , " came Mark's is something moving in that . . . forest."
voice, " . . . now!" The rover broke through into a clearing.
In his viewport, Elliott saw a smaller craft And on the far side, rubbing against a tree,
detach from the ship and head down toward stood a creature. "Good god ! " Mark stared,
the planet. He tracked it, increasing the mag bug-eyed at the display.
nification as it went. Approaching the upper "It look like six legged cow, " said Boris.
atmosphere, the craft blew open its cargo Elliott found he was mouth-breathing. The
compartment and expelled the sterility bubble creature did look roughly bovine, but with a
which contained the three autonomous sloping back like a giraffe. While the middle
rovers. The sterile bubble flew apart and the and rear legs ended i n what looked like
rovers, suspended under their maneuverable hooves, the front two terminated in what
parachutes, descended to their target area-a seemed more like hands-with four long dig
white beach separating the water from the its on each. And it had what looked like rab
green of presumed vegetation. bit's ears sticking straight out from the side of
TIley landed well, and Boris Vishkov, friend its head.
of all things with wheels, slapped his console. "You know, " Elliot managed at length, "it
"Is good! Is very gooe!! " looks sort of . . . well, sort of normal. " Elliott
"Indeed it is," said Captain Mark Donaldson, bit his lip. "I mean, familiar. "
grasping a joystick. "Let's do some exploring, Mark glanced over at Elliott. "Familiar?" he
shall we?" said with a bark of a laugh. "I suggest that per
Mark commanded the rovers i n t o Au haps you try to get your drinking under con
tonomous Mode where they'd go toward any trol. "
thing that moved. But they didn't move, so "No. I mean it's the same overall plan as
Mark used the joystick to send the lead rover Earth life," Elliott whispered, his eyes on the
slowly up the beach. The other two rovers fol creature. "It supports the panspermia con
lowed. cept . "
Elliott turned to watch Mark's viewscreen. It "Well, you are the exobiologist." Mark re
showed the view from the lead rover's front turned his gaze to the monitor. "God, I wish
camera. Elliott, Boris , and indeed Mark we could land. "
watched in rapt silence as the rover ap "Not possible , " said Boris. " Engines only
proached what could be interpreted as a for- work in space."
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" I know. I know, " said Mark through uniqueness of their present location, the crew
clenched teeth. yearned for home. They weren't really needed
"The idea was , " said Elliott, "to not allow anymore; they couldn't go down to the sur
any biological contamination." lace, and the rovers would continue exploring
"You call me contaminant," said Boris with on their own. The rovers would record every
a smile. "We humans, Mark and me, any thing, send their data to the Relay Orbiter, and
way, "-he slapped his chest-"top of food the Orbiter would send them to Earth.
chain. " Already, the data were exciting: Elliott had
EUiott forced a smile of his own. commanded the rover analytical chem lab to
A bleating sound interspersed with clicks analyze the soil, and was pleased-and sur
came from the console speaker. Since the prised-to find nothing that would be harm
rovers didn't have stereo ears, Elliott couldn't ful to humans. Further, the plant life could be
swear it came from the creature. eaten, and looked as if it would provide at
"Sounds like sheep with hiccups, " said least minimal sustenance to earthlings.
Boris. There were creatures in the soil, no doubt
Mark nodded. "After six months to get filling the ecological function of insects.
here , " he said, more to himself than to the There were green grass-like and bush-like or
others, "only a month of observations from or ganisms. And then there were those very
bit seems rather a poor pay off. " He sighed. strange, rabbit-eared animals-the only large
"We, and Earth, will have to make due with creatures that they'd detected.
the rovers." Elliott had suggested that they should ex
"Speaking of which, " said Elliott, "how tend their mission: no one back home would
about we run the ICIT on the bunny-eared even notice or care. But Mark, ex-military as
critter?" he was, insisted they not deviate from their
One of the rovers carried the Inter-species schedule. Boris didn't want to wait, either.
Communications and Intelligence Testing And Elliott, listening to the others, found him
Module. The plan had been that if the rover self also looking forward to returning to Lunar
found something that moved, it would then Base. They'd all, no doubt, be received as he
run a presumed species-independent test for roes.
sentience. Should the moving-thing pass it, "All right then, Boris," said Mark. "Activate
the rover would nm an extensive language in the Higgs Inhibiter and let's go home."
struction course that should, according to the Elliott looked forward to that lightness of
developers, allow inter-species communica being, the feeling of insubstantiality and hap
tion. py anticipation of being back on Earth in six
"The ICIT?" Mark paused. "Not yet. I'd months. But when Boris hit the control, Elliott
rather not lose use of one of the rovers for, I felt as massive as ever. "What happened?"
don't know, a month, maybe." Boris bent forward in his seat and worked
"A month, " said Elliott, "only if Bunny-ears some controls. After a few seconds, he leaned
is intelligent. " back and sighed. "We have problem."
"Doubt if it is." Mark pursed his tips. "It's an "Serious?" Mark communicated a world of
inefficient use of a Rover at the moment. In worry in that one word.
any case, after we're gone, the rover, aU by its "Maybe . " Boris's massive hands gripped the
little self, can take as many months as it controls. "I must run diagnostics."
needs. " "And the Richardson engines'"
Elliott nodded, sadly. Mark was right: the Boris blew out air through closed lips, mak
rover was programmed to hunt non-stop for ing a noise like a horse. "Engines, fine . " He
sentience without human guidance. There glowered at his console computer. "But with
was no good excuse to appropriate the rover out Higgs, we not able to withstand accelera
at the moment. tion to get up to near-light speed. "
There was silence while Boris worked. A
"Detaching Radio Relay Orbiter . . . now!" few minutes later, Boris raised his gaze to the
said Mark. forward bulkhead. "It serious! Inhibitor mod
A month had elapsed and, despite the ule failure. "
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"Can you repair it?" said Mark. intend that we all survive , " he added, almost
"No." as an afterthought.
"Boris. I know you . " There was pleading in ''But-''
Mark's voice. "You can repair anything." "I radio status to Earth," said Boris. "In . . .
"Inhibiter massive cube chip," said Boris in fifteen years, they rescue us. "
a voice of resignation. "Massive, but small. Elliott threw his head back. "Fifteen years. "
When breaks, even Swiss watchmaker not can He tried to laugh.
fix Ieetle chip." "We can do it," Mark insisted, his eyes on El
"Can't you cannibalize some other piece of liott. "The surface temperature is a balmy
equipment?" said Elliott. eighty degrees. You yourself did the chemical
Boris shook his head. "Chip unique. " analysis. We can eat the plants. There doesn't
"And we don't have a spare?" seem to be any microlife that can hurt us." His
Again Boris shook his head, slowly. "It diffi stare became intense. "You did say that, didn't
cult to make, expensive, and they said it ab you?"
solutely infallible. " "And if not hurt us," said Boris with a flour
"Yeah, really," said Elliott, in a voice sug ish, "we probably not have bugs that can hurt
gesting he'd like to kill someone. Bunny-ears. "
"How long will it take us to get home," said "Exobiology," said Elliott, "is not exactly an
Mark, softly, "if we run the engines at low ac exact science. Besides, the panspermia theory
celeration?" suggests that there is a collection of bugs that
"Who knows?" Boris threw his hands up. can hurt LIS. "
"Fifty years, maybe. " "But there doesn't seem to be one, does
"Even with rationing," said Mark at a whis there?" Mark flashed a smile, too fleeting to
per, "we have maybe only a couple of years of soften the serious cast of his countenance.
provisions. " "We have, perhaps, evolution to thank for
"And anyway," said Elliott with a sigh, "we that. "
can't ration oxygen." Boris strained to stand, but his seat harness
After a few silent minutes, Boris said, "We prevented him. "Earth bugs can't hurt Bunny
dead." ears! You said so. "
"You're absolutely certain we can't fix the "Maybe! But if we're wrong, we could be
Inhibitor'" said Mark. committing mass murder. " Elliott whipped off
"Absolutely. Chip fried, gone, toast. " Boris his glasses. "And we still don't know if they're
canted his head downward. "Dead . " intelligent. "
Mark looked wildly at the forward monitor. "Look at them ! " said Boris, raising his voice.
"We must get down to the planet. " "Dumber than cows. "
"Death quicker that way, " said Boris with a "All right. That's enough . " With his hand
dark laugh. "Ship burn up in atmosphere. " resting on his console, Mark pointed toward
Elliott wondered that the others seemed to Boris. "Do you really think we can use the es
be taking the news with amazing equanimity, cape pod?"
but then decided that each of them, including "It meant for emergency in Earth orbit, but .
himself, didn't want to be the first to "lose it." . . but I think, yes . " He looked back at the es
Mark looked around the ship, as if looking cape hatch. "Definitely, yes. "
for a door to salvation. "What about the emer Mark and Boris discussed the logistics of
gency escape pod'" getting to the surface with the right supplies
"Yes!" Boris jerked his head to gaze toward while Elliott considered the situation. There
the hatch leading to the escape pod. "Good! didn't seem to be any acceptable option. Fif
Excellent! We stuff it with food and go down . " teen years was a hellishly long time-and the
"Hey, wait , " said Elliott. " A big part o f this prospect didn't seem all that much more de
mission was not to contaminate the planet sirable than a quick death.And there's some
with Earth organisms. " thing . . . romantic about being a martyr to
"The devil with biological contamination. " science. He experienced a bout of righteous
Mark regarded him, coolly. "I intend t o sur ness.
vive." He stretched his lips into a thin smile. "I " . . .wish we have weapons," said Boris, the
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word "weapons" pulling Elliott back into the and hammers? " said Boris as they neared the
discussion, "so we can get meat." end of their loading of the pod.
"We could use the vibro-cutter tool, " said "Not a problem," said Mark as he wedged
Mark. Boris's chess set into the pod. " I was a
"No!" shouted Elliott, aghast at the thought Queen's Scout, and bagged the Survival Skills
of killing a Bunny-ears. badge . "
Mark and Boris turned sharply to look at "Is funny thought," said Boris, "cooking our
him and, lmder the pressure, Elliott seized an high-tech food over campfire."
idea. "There's another way. " Mark stroked his chin, the only clean-shaven
"Oh?" said Mark. one of the three. "We'll keep our supplies for
"Look," said Elliott. "For a couple of years emergencies. ' He looked away at Baby Blue in
now, biologists have been freezing small mam the viewport. "From the start, we'll live off the
mals, and then reviving them again. " planet. "
Mark eyed him, suspiciously. Watching his crewmates preparing to de
"\Ve could . . . ' Elliott hesitated, a part of his part, Elliott wished he'd kept his mouth shut.
mind rebelling at what he was about to pro He'd blabbed his decision and didn't feel he
pose. "We could set the ship to auta-pilot us could back out. He had to live with it. Or die
back home-into lunar orbit. And then we with it.
could engineer a small air leak, power off life "Good luck," said Elliott, weakly. "I'll keep
support, sedate ourselves into unconscious in contact with you for a while. " Until ] get
ness, and-" the courage to go off into the long sleep.
"That's ridiculous , " said Mark. "No one's
ever frozen and then revived a human." Monitoring the bottom-facing camera, El
"But in the, I don't know, fifty years it liott could almost hear the thud as the escape
would take us to get home, they're sure to pad landed hard on the same beach where,
have developed the technique to revive us." earlier, the rovers had parachuted down.
Mark and Boris gazed silently at him. Elliott zoomed in on the pod's hatch and
"I mean, look,"-Elliott was conscious of worried-but not for long. The hatch
beads of perspiration forming around his tem snapped free and dropped to the beach. Mark
ples- "With slow freezing in vacuum, there and Boris clambered alit. They did not wear
won't even be cell damage." space-suits. They had no need for them. But
Mark gave a condescending laugh. "Frozen they did have communications ear-pieces.
and vacuum packed. No. I rather think not." "Are you okay?" said Elliott into his control
"I not think so, either, " said Boris with a panel microphone.
laugh combined with what seemed to be a "More than okay ! " came a tinny voice
sneer. Mark's.
Again feeling ridiculed by his crewmates, El "Is perfect!" announced Boris.
liott made an impulsive decision. "Well, I'm Elliott wondered that they sounded truly
doing it." He tried to convince himself it was a happy, even ecstatic-and that was very out
good idea. "I think I have a better chance of of character for Mark. Elliott attributed it to
survival than you do." Baby Blue's air, which had a higher percentage
"Do you, indeed'" of oxygen than Earth's. Elliott wished he were
"I . . . I do." down there with them.
"Fine, then." Mark turned back to Boris and
began to plan. They'd report their status to Over the next few days, Elliott lived, albeit
Earth, and then load the escape pod to the vicariously, the Robinson Crusoe adventure of
roof with all the provisions and tools that they making a new planet home. He justified delay
could-Elliott staying behind gave them that ing his crya-sleep by convincing himself that
much more room. With an air of determina he was providing important help to Mark and
tion, Mark gathered up Boris and opened the Boris: From the ship, he could control the
pod access hatch. rovers, and he sent them out exploring ahead
of the humans-to give his former shipmates
"Think we able built shelters with no nails advanced warning of danger.
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But, over the course of a week, he found no "Okay, " said Elliott, understanding that this
dangers -nothing more threatening than a was the best h e ' d get. 'Til send out the
sudden rainstorm. So, with the minimal sense rovers. "
of danger akin to that in a family movie, Elliott "Excellent," said Mark. "Meanwhile, Boris,
watched as Mark and Boris settled in-cutting I'll teach you how to build a bow and arrow. "
down trees to make a shelter, eating the native
flora without apparent ill effect, and searching An Earth week later, the rovers had ferreted
out the local animal life. Elliott began to feel out a multitude of animals: burrowers, arbore
useless. He was merely a theoretical exobiolo al creatures, squirrel-like animals-all six
gist, while Mark and Boris were experiencing legged as were the Bunny-ears. But like the
exobiology first hand. Elliott was all but con Bunny-ears, they all turned out to be herbi
sumed with envy. vores. Elliott was sure that carnivores existed,
By the end of the second week, envy had but they were too furtive, even for the rovers.
given way to boredom-even though the "All right, then," said Mark. "I guess we are
rovers had found some other "animals. " They the top of the food chain. "
were much smaller creatures than Bunny-ears "Now, we hunt Bunny-ears," said Boris.
and were very furtive-and mainly ran about "Wait! " Elliott leaned in to the microphone.
in the denser parts of the forest where the "You can't. I mean we've got to find out if
Rovers found the going hard. Neither Mark they're sentient or not."
nor Boris seemed even remotely interested in Elliott heard a sigh. "You can't be serious,"
seeking them out. came Mark's voice, in clear exasperation.
Elliott judged it was time to leave. He pre "They no Einsteins," said Boris. "We eat
pared his cyber-death cocktail and then pro them now. "
granmled the ship for the long return to lunar "Look," Elliott pleaded. "There are degrees
orbit. of intelligence and, I guess, sentience. I think
But again, he put his departure on hold as we should-"
Boris announced, "I want meat!" Boris went "We have been very reasonable," said Mark.
on to request that Elliott send out the rovers to "But Boris is right. It is time to add a better
track down a Bunny-ears. source of protein to our diets. "
Elliott was aghast. "You just can't just go off "You have been reasonable, " said Elliott,
and hunt something," he radioed back. "You himself trying to project an aura of reason
have no idea what that might do to the local ableness. "And you're probably right that Bun
ecology. " ny-ears isn't sentient. And in that case, yeah,
"1 not care." it's just a case of hunting. But if they do turn
"Look, " said Elliott, scowling while keeping out to be sentient, then it is murder. "
his voice friendly. It's good the comm channel After a silence of ten seconds or so, Mark
is voice only. "Through millions of years of said, "What do you suggest?"
evolution, we've become an enlightened "Let me have a rover run the ICIT on a Bun
species. You've got to care." ny-ears. "
Mark's laughter broke in over the line. "If "They cows!" said Boris. "Dumb cows."
we weren't enlightened as you call it," he said, "Maybe, " said Elliott. "But I'm not sure . . . .
lightly, "we could just go out and shoot the an And Earth will eventually be watching what
imals, and grow fat and healthy. So what is the we do."
Darwinian advantage to enlightenment>" Mark sighed again. "Fine," he barked out.
Before Elliott could frame a civil reply, Mark "You have three days. "
added, "But how about this' We just seek out "And then we eat," said Boris.
the top of the food chain, and eat whatever it
eats? We 'll give it, say, an Earth week. Sitting in front of his monitor a few days lat
Agreed'" er, Elliott nibbled the earpiece of his glasses
"I not really understand this top of food while waiting for a Bunny-ears to respond to
chain thing," said Boris. "People eat chickens. an Intelligence Testing Module. Neural scien
Chickens eat worms. Worms eat people. tists had provided the rover with many mod
Where is top'" He paused. "But fine. Agreed." ules based on different models and definitions
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of intelligence. Left to its own devices, the "And it not be us," said Boris.
ICIT would cycle through aU the modules. El
liott cherished the fact that because of the Elliott looked in on Mark and Boris's camp
game's well-defined universe of discourse, site. But then, revolted at the sight of the three
there was even a module to teach chess. Bunny-ears carcasses on the periphery, he
But aU modules required some degree of cu zoomed in on the blazing campfire. No flesh
riosity from the subject. Bunny-ears, however, was being cooked on it at the moment, so the
showed absolutely no ttace of curiosity. About fire looked very appealing. Elliott wished he
as curious as a cow. could feel its radiant heat and smell the burn
For hours at a time, the ICl1'equipped rover ing wood-Mark had remarked that it was a
had sat in front of a Bunny-ears with its display very ;weet and comforting smell.
and response buttons facing the creature. Despite not looking at them, Elliott couldn't
There were two big buttons directly under the help but dwell on the carcasses. The climate
screen. One was square and colored red, the was warnl and because they couldn't refriger
other blue and circular. Animations, of various ate their kills, Mark and Boris killed often.
sorts and run at multiple speeds, prompted Such a waste. Elliott considered his own food
the Bunny-ears to press a button, something stocks. They were beginning to run low. Ei
the creature steadfastly rehlsed to do-even ther he'd have to implement rationing, or
when Elliott moved the rover directly under head home. He grimaced. He still wasn't quite
the animal's nose, if nose it was. And Elliott ready to leave and he had to admit to himself
began to wonder if the animal's eyes were in that he was frightened about the death-sleep
fact eyes. voyage.
Elliott blew out a breath. He'd done every " You wish YOll were down here , " came
thing he could think of to prevent the Bunny Boris' voice. "Don't you?"
ears from being eaten, but it was no use. With "You're wasting wood, , said Elliott.
deep sadness, he activated a comm link and " I know you vegetarian." Boris laughed.
reported his results to Mark by way of a rover. "But tree-hugger, too?"
" . . . I'd like more time, " he concluded. "It "What if I am?" Angrily, Elliott broke the
may just be a difficult intelligence to gauge." connection and stormed off to play another
Looking up at Mark from the low camera of ganle of chess with the computer.
the rover, Elliott felt inferior and wished the
rovers were taller. "I mean we can't even tell In the morning, even Mark seemed repelled
whether cats or dogs are more intelligent," he by the waste of animal life. "We can't continue
burbled on, as if a torrent of words might hold piling up rotting Bunny-ears carcasses around
back the killing. "Or for that matter, we really our camp, " he announced via a rover.
don't know what intelligence is. And the ICIT "They beginning to stink," said Boris.
doesn't know either. So I think we should-" " We need to find something smaller to
"No." Mark looked down at his hands. "My hunt , " said Mark. "So I'd like you to take
fingernails are cracking. " charge of a rover and lead a hunting party. "
"What?" Elliott spat out. "You're going to "Me," said Elliott in horror, "lead a hunting
start killing things because you've got split party. " He heard Boris give a bark of a laugh.
nails?" "Either that," said Mark in a voice suggest
"And weakness and dry skin and sleep prob- ing he found Elliott's predicament amusing,
lems and-" "or we will just have to go on hunting Bunny
"What does this have to do with-" ears. "
"Protein deficiency, " said Mark. "Alright, fine," said Elliott, aghast but trying
"It could be something else," said Elliott, not to show it. "When'"
haltingly, acutely aware that Mark was a physi "Now, please. "
dan. Elliott gave a deliberate, loud sigh, wanting
"The plant life on this planet," said Mark, to make sure the rover would deliver it to the
"simply can't support human life long term . " surface. "I'll activate the rovers." For reasons
H e flashed a mirthless smile. "I'm afraid it's he couldn't elucidate, Elliott felt that it would
Bunny-ears or us." be a lesser evil to kill smaller animals instead
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of Bunny-ears. At least there'd be less waste. Boris slowed to a walk. Elliott narrowed his
"Excellent." Mark's tone of voice in that one eyes. It didn't seem as if the leisurely pace was
word sounded as if he were reveling in victo due to tiredness. His crewmates walked as if
ry. "We'll get our bows and arrows. " entranced. It seemed now that they followed,
rather than hunted, the marmoset creature.
A bare half hour later, a rover detected mo "What's the matter'" said Elliott, softly, him
tion in the trees. Zooming in, Elliott saw a mar self feeling somewhat entranced by associa
moset-like creature swinging from branch to tion.
branch. Wby haven't we seen one of these be Neither Mark nor Boris seemed to take any
fore? Like a marmoset, it had red fur, forward notice.
looking eyes, dexterous-looking hands, and a "Mark!" Elliott's near-shout reverberated
long bushy tail. But it also had six legs. Unlike thought the cabin. "Boris! What's going on?"
the Bunny-ears, the marmoset-thing looked in "A smell , " came Mark's dreamy voice.
telligent. It held some kind of fruit or veg "Sweet. "
etable in one of its paws and waved it about, "Wonderful," said Boris, his voice uncharac
as if showing what it had found. teristically gentle. "It come from ahead
Elliott considered not telling the others maybe from marmoset animal. " He picked up
about the creature but, after a few seconds, the pace. "I must see what-"
giving in to the inevitable, he did so. And any "I don't think this is a great idea , " said El
way, with the noise they were making tromp liott. "In fact, I think you'd better turn . . . "
ing through the undergrowth, Elliott was sure Elliott felt his mouth fall open in surprise.
the marmoset-thing would mn away. The rover had broken into a huge circular
But it didn't. I guess with no naturalpreda clearing, in the middle of which stood the
tors-until now-it has no reason to run. El largest tree Elliott had ever seen on the planet.
liott switched to the camera of the rover fol It was about as broad as a California giant red
lowing Mark and Boris. He saw his crewmates, wood. At its base, looking somewhat like a
bows and arrows at the ready, running mouth, a roughly two meter high hole led into
dlfough the woods looking like Cub Scouts on darkness. The impression of a mouth was
a sugar high. They'd clearly also seen the mar heightened by low hanging branches termi
moset-creature and were tormenting it with a nating in bulbs which looked like eyes. The
hail of arrows. Elliott was pleased that the tree looked solid and permanent, the impres
shots went wide. sion enhanced by the tree's root structure,
Since there didn't seem to be birds on Baby some of which lay above ground, stretching
Blue, Mark and Boris couldn't fletch their ar snake-like to the periphery of the clearing and
rows with feathers. Instead, they'd used merging with the roots of other trees.
leaves. Maybe that's why their marksman As he watched, Elliott saw the marmoset
ship is so bad. creature drop to the ground and scamper into
After a while, the novelty of the wooden the opening. Mark and Boris walked toward
weapons had clearly begun to wane. the dark aperture.
"This is hopeles s , " Mark exclaimed. " I "Stop ! " Elliott called out. " D o n ' t go i n
couldn't hit the side of a 100 from inside. " there. "
"But we can hit side of cow, " said Boris. "Why'" came Mark's voice. Neither he nor
"We look for Bunny-ears, now. Yes?" Boris slowed his pace.
"Not quite yet," said Mark. "This is becom "I . . . J don't know. "
i n g personal. I want to bag that monkey After a few seconds of silence, Elliott asked,
thing." "Are you guys okay'"
The marmoset now seemed to be waving "We fine," said Boris, his voice still frighten
the fruit at Mark and Boris. ingly gende.
Mark set off again, now at a light-footed jog. "I think you should return to camp," said El
Boris, running more awkwardly, followed. liott, softly, hoping a tone matching Boris'
They soon overtook the forward rover, forcing might engender real conununication.
Elliott to increase the zoom to keep up with Mark and Boris wallked to the tree, crouch
them. But soon, and abruptly, both Mark and ing as they reached the hole.
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"Stop!" Elliott shouted, although he wasn't tried levering the saw against the tree to push
sure why. back the rover. But that was less than useless;
"We're fine , " came Mark's voice as he now the saw was also stuck to the tree. For
walked into the opening. Boris followed him perhaps five minutes, Elliott stmggled before
in. giving up. He couldn't save the rover-nor
"Mark! Boris! " Mark or Boris.
"Don't worry. " Mark's dreamy voice rever His colleagues were being gently killed and
berated from within the tree. Elliott fought against a growing nausea and an
Elliott waited for a few minutes in silence, urge to throw up. Unable to bear watching
becoming more concerned by the second. He Mark and Boris pass from the living, Elliott
called again for his colleagues but received no ;witched the controls back to the ICIT rover.
answer. He called them repeatedly for the next I've got to get out of here. He'd just begun
ten minutes. At length, feeling foolish for not backing it out of the opening when he saw
doing so immediately, he sent a rover up to the marmoset creature scampering about,
the opening. He paused, then turned his full jumping from one dead animal to another, ap
attention to the rover control panel. Where parently immune to the tree-glue.
the hell is the searchlight command? He Foul, evil creature. Elliott balled his fists in a
found it and switched it on. He commanded flare-up of rage. Luring poor, innocent ani
the rover to go forward before looking up at mals in tofeed the tree. The rage passed, leav
the monitor. ing him empty. "No," he said aloud. "Not evil.
"Oh, my god! " Just nature. Symbiosis. "
Mark and Boris appeared to be hugging the He took another fleeting glance at his com
tree-from the inside. On tip-toes, cheeks to rades. Done in hy a vegetable. He stretched
the tree wall, arms spread eagled, their ex his lips into a mirthless smile. Boris was
pressions beatific, they seemed to be asleep. wrong. It's the tree that sits at the top of the
Their bodies sagged within clothing that had food chain. Elliott backed the rover from the
clearly adhered to a gooey membrane on the darkness out into the sunlight, then rotated
tree wall. On either side of them, animals in the machine around and rolled rapidly away.
various stages of decomposition had a tracery Then he stopped; he had nowhere really to
of thin vines growing from them. go. Feeling very alone, he swiveled the rover
"Mark! Boris!" Elliott shouted. "Snap out of and looked back at the tree standing there
it. " silently, motionless, with its eye-like branches,
Boris twitched and Elliott shouted again. hanging vines, and inviting maw. It's time to
Once more Boris moved, this time pushing leave this place and go home.
himself tighter against the tree-as if Elliott's Glimpsing motion at d1e base of the tree, El
call had been an unpleasant intmsion into his liott started. For an irrational instant, he
state of bliss. thought it might be Boris and Mark who'd
Desperately, Elliott scanned the rover con somehow managed to escape. But it was the
trol panel for a tool-but it was the wrong marmoset creature.
rover. He switched control to the rover con Fascinated despite himself, Elliott watched
taining the soil and rock analysis module. as the marmoset ran up to the rover. The ani
Rolling the rover in to the opening and up to mal nosed about, sharply moving its head
Mark, Elliott deployed the rotary rock saw. from side to side, glaring at the rover from
Maybe he'd be able to cut Mark free of his many angles. And it was vocal-making a
clothing. sound like a high-pitched siren punctuated by
Elliott maneuvered the rover so the saw clicks.
could cut away the cloth between Mark's up It seems . . . curious! Almost without voli
per d1igh and the tree membrane-but the an tion, Elliott's hand snapped to the control pan
gie wasn't quite right. Gripping the rover's joy el to deploy the ICIT.
stick and velocity controls, Elliott tried to The ICIT's monitor, videocam, and re
reposition the saw, but the rover's treads sponse keyboard unfolded like a Chinese toy
slipped. Elliott tried forward and reverse, but and, with a squeak, the marmoset jumped
with no luck; the rover itself was stuck. Elliott back. It regarded the rover cautiously for a mo-
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ment, then, tentatively, approached again. El defer alien communication until after some
liott called up Intelligence Detection Module sleep.
I-Alpha and set it in motion. He switched the ICiT to full automatic, then
The ICiT tried first to get the marmoset to despite his exhaustion, made a video report to
press a button. The marmoset did press one, Earth, including an extemporaneous eulogy to
and the screen displayed the video image of his late colleagues. Not that there was any ur
the marmoset. The ICIT repeated the se gency as his conmlentary would take six years
quence a few times, trying to establish the to reach its target. But that slender communi
creature's response speed. Then the module cations thread was now his sole connection to
began the long sequence of instruction, start humanity. He worried, though, that Earth
ing with concepts of number. wouldn't take kindly to the knowledge that
Feeling guilty for postponing the grieving two of their astronauts had been eaten by
for his comrades, Elliott turned his full atten Baby Blue's dominant life form. He felt a sense
tion to the marmoset-the ecstasy of discov of guilt-not only because of the nagging
ery masking his grief. He was intrigued and thought that somehow he could have prevent
yet puzzled. The marmoset's movements were ed his crewmates' deaths, but also because his
as quick as a cat's, yet its responses were report might prompt revenge when the res
painfully slow. But still, it's giving correct an cue ship finally came. But maybe a little re
swers. Elliott regarded the slim, lithe animal. If venge isjustified
its brain is in the usualplace, it can't be very Elliott Signed off and then collapsed into his
big. Can this very little creature actually be sleep hammock.
intelligent?
TIle marmoset glanced back over its shoul He woke in a spasm of horror an hour and a
der from time to time. At one of those times, half later. Again, he pushed the image of his
Elliott followed the glance and saw the tree. colleagues' death into the background, replac
Startled, he saw that the eye-like bulbs were ing it with a dull regret that he'd been so petty
now pointing toward hinl. Maybe they are ac and grouchy during the voyage.
tual eyes. Unbidden, the horrible image of Forcing his concentration onto his work, he
Mark and Boris came to mind, but Elliott switched the ICiT back to interactive mode,
forced it away-to make room for a terminally then glanced at the monitor. He was pleased
weird thought. [s it possible? Could it be the to see that the marmoset was still there. "Wait
tree that's intelligent, and not the marmoset? a minute!" He snapped fully alert. It's a differ
He scanned the jumble of roots interconnect ent marmoset! That settled it. The tree was
ing the other trees with the monster tree in the intellect-and it had marmosets in re
front of him. Like neurons. That would ex serve!
plain the slow response time. He glanced at He stared again at the tree-with those in
the marmoset, and then back at the tree. It telligent looking eye-stalks. J can't keep call
didn't seem possible that it was the tree. How ing it "the tree."It needs a name. "The Veggie
could it conullunicate with the martlloset' Ul creature," he tried out aloud. He shook his
trasonics? Pheromones? He wondered if head. joe? Spruce? Bruce? Woodward? Woody?
smells could provide the basis for a language. He sighed. "Ah. How 'bout Elwood? " He nod
It really doesn't have to be much of a lan ded to himself. "Excellent! Hi, there, Elwood. "
guage. He thought of the dog he had as a kid. Elliott rolled the rover almost up to Elwood
All the tree needs is a method ofgiving com the tree. The marmoset du jour followed, tak
mands. He decided it almost didn't matter. ing its place in front of the ICIT unit when the
He'd found an intelligence: tree or marmoset. rover came to a stop.
Orperhaps the two ofthem make up a single Elliott switched his gaze from the mar
intelligence. He'd do his best to communicate moset's finely etched features to Elwood's
with it. massive presence.
A sudden weariness came over him and he The surrealism hit him. Here he was com
found that his hands were shaking. The sup municating with the rover, the rover was in
pression of his feelings about his comrades' teracting with the marmoset, and the mar
fate had taken its emotional toll. He'd have to moset was communicating with Elwood. He
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nodded, softly. "The marmoset is a surrogate dered why he'd never thought of Mark or
for Elwood, just as the rover is a surrogate for Boris as friends, then had to admit to himself
me." Talking to myseifThat's not good that he'd never gotten along particularly well
with people. But with trees,Jine.
About a month later, having run seriously He penned a note telling what happened,
low on supplies, Elliott, hungry most of the but left out what transpired between the tree,
time from heavy rationing, still couldn't quite Mark and Boris. He wrote on, expressing his
bring himself to leave. He'd developed a rela love of exploration, his hate of meat, his hope
tionship with Elwood, or at least thought he of being revived, his feelings about what was
had. And although maddeningly slow to re the best defense against a queen's gambit.
spond, Elwood learned things exceptionally Then, knowing he was just putting off what
rapidly. The ICIT couldn't quantify Elwood's he had to do, he stopped in mid-sentence.
intelligence, slow as the tree was to show it. Elliott's lips stretched into a tight smile.
The ICIT had progressed beyond arith Enough procrastination. He taped the note to
metic. Using a representation of the night sky his chest, then drank deeply.
as seen from Baby Blue, it was well into as
tronomy. Elliott, well trained in how to aug "God dag, 1nin venn," came the voice.
ment the IClT's canned programs with live in "How are you doing?"
teraction, spent much of his time giving one "What'" Elliott snapped open his eyes and
on one instruction to the tree. winced at the pain of the light. "Where am I?"
Inexorably, though, impending starvation he said, and again winced, this time at the un
won out. originality of his words.
Just after local sunset on the day he'd eaten A bearded face gazed down at him. A much
the last of the food on the ship, Elliott set the more comely face also gazed, but from further
ICIT to automatic-to give instruction with away.
out his mediation. Due to cheap memory and "You are aboard the Norwegian exploration
too many educational p,),chologists, the solar craft, Sleipnir, " said the beard.
cell powered ICIT had enough instructional "Crammed aboard, " said the woman with a
material to last a century-not to mention a sparkly laugh.
vault of movies to elucidate Earth civilization. "Norwegian craft," said Elliott dumbly, try
He, Boris, and Mark had watched many of ing to find where he'd left his mind.
them on the way out. Elliott gave a brief The beard laughed. "We Norwegians
thought to his crewmates-ex-crewmates haven't been explorers for about a thousand
then prepared for his own "trip." He hoped years. It's about time, don't you think?" He
he wouldn't be soon joining them. He sighed, straightened. "I'm Per Nielson, the captain. "
trying to comfort himself with the thought He gave an expansive gesture. "And this is the
that most of the people who had ever lived rest of the crew-my wife, Astricl. " He leaned
were now dead. in again. "Can you sit? Here. I'll unsnap your
Elliott set the ship's controls for automatic restraints. "
return to the Solar System and insertion into a Elliott floated to a Sitting position, con
parking orbit around the Moon. He bypassed strained now only by a loose seat belt. "Are we
the ship's life support monitoring system and in orbit?" Memory and intellect returned. He
jiggered a very slow air leak. Finally, he pre must be in orbit around the Moon. "Are we
pared his liquid passport into unconscious waiting for landing clearance at Lunar Base' Is
ness. He carried the cocktail to his console, this a landable ship? What year is-"
strapped himself in, and then said goodbye to "Slowly, " said Per with a smile. "And one
his friend-for now he considered Elwood a question at a time. "
good friend, certainly his only possible friend, Astrid strapped herself back into a seat, but
despite him having eaten my colleagues. Gaz Per remained standing, his sticky-boots grip
ing at the tree in the forward monitor, Elliott ping the floor padding. Elliott occupied the
wished they'd progressed far enough for him only other seat in the cabin.
to actually "talk" to Elwood, beyond just arith He became conscious of Per and Astrid's
metic and Newtonian mechanics. He won- body odor. After being alone so long, of
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"You found this out in just a month on the / never thought I'd regret being a vegetari
planet?" an. Elliott re-examined his ideas about meat.
"Not exactly, " said Astrid. Surprisingly, he found he was no longer so
"It told us. " Per smiled. "Or, more accurate averse to carnivores and, with effort, could ac
ly, a tree told us." tually visualize himself being one. Perhaps
"What?" Elliott tried to snap to his feet, but finding a tree that eats people evened the
his seat belt prevented it. "Oh, my god! How score, or perhaps the dismal prospect of
could . . . " Hyperventilating, he sllUnped back cryosleep had refined his thinking.
into the conformal comfort of the seat. "I wrote that note a . . . a long time ago," he
"The tree has been studying the instruction said, distantly.
al modules and watching our movies for a cen Per and Astrid kept their silence.
tury and a half. " Per's countenance turned Elliott followed the path of his re-examina
abruptly grave. "And no matter what happens tion. He could see himself eating meat-but
now, that will be your legacy. " couldn't inlagine himself actually converting a
Astrid bit her lip. living animal to a hot meal. / wonder if/could
Legacy? Elliott snapped straight up in his make a deal with Elwood to do the actual
seat, the warmth of his success replaced by killingfor me.
cold fear. "All right. What are you trying to tell "You don't have a hamburger or something
me?" lying around'" said Elliott, abruptly.
Per took a long breath. "The Sieipner does "Excuse me'" Per canted his head.
not have the capability to take you back to Lu "A test," said Elliott. "To see if I can be a car
nar Base." nivore."
After so recently being delivered from crya "Ah," said Astrid. "I think we can come up
death, it took a few seconds for Elliott to fully with something . " She released her seat con
process Per's words. He did so in shocked si straint and push-floated to a cabinet.
lence. As she rummaged through the provisions,
"I'm sorry, " said Astrid. "But our ship is so Elliott visualized the tree. Try to eat me, El
tiny and our mass parameters so tight. " wood, and you're . . . dead wood!
"I . . . I could go back to my ship," said El "Then you're conSidering going down to
liott, "freeze again, and continue on to Earth. " the surface?" said Per.
Per gave a slow nod. " I have to tell you. You "It's a thought. "
were very lucky that your body went into cryo "You . . . " said Per, tentatively. "You don't
at just the right rate of cooling and vacuum. " happen to play chess, do you'"
"You mean I might not b e able to d o it "What?" said Elliott, taken aback by the
again?" abrupt reference to his private passion.
"Very probably not. " "It seems the tree has gotten rather a taste
"What'll I do?" Elliott pleaded. for the game. "
"I read your note , " said Per. "If I didn't "Are you serious?"
know you were a firm vegetarian, I'd say you Per scnmched his shoulders. "That's what it
could just go down to the planet and live off told me."
the land. A Canadian ship is due in just a little "The chess instruction module, " said Elliott
over a year. Unfortunately though, the planet's under his breath. He felt his eyes grow wide.
flora alone can't support hlUllan nutritional re "The tree said it plays at the nineteen-hun
quirements. " Slowly, he shook his head. "Too dred leve l , " Per went on . "Whatever that
bad. The tree said it would be delighted to means. "
have you." " Elwood i s a little stronger player than I
Elliott started. ifyou only knew! He visual am," Elliott whispered.
ized Elwood's maw. "So it's either a dangerous "Elwood?" said Per, his head canted.
cryo-death in my own ship," he said with "Yeah, " said Elliott, his mind elsewhere. A
forced calmness, crystalliZing his options, "or year or more ofjust sitting around playing
go down to the planet. " Seems like I've pretty chess-and eating. "I wonder . . . I wonder if I
much been here before. "I have to think. " can get Elwood to do the hunting. "
Per and Astrid gave him the time. "Will steamed lutefisk do'" Astrid called
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n the extended family of current genre fic That's precisely what I want to talk about in
tion, science fiction has a tough and scrap this column. When SF borrows the techniques
py sibling. This genre is more gregarious and tropes of the thriller, the result can be
and considerably more popular, but also very powerful indeed.
somewhat less intelligent. The two often hang Edgar Allan Poe, master of the suspense sto
out together and play with each other'S toys, ry, was also arguably an SF writer, and H.G.
and unsophisticated friends frequently have Wells gave us an inarguable SF thriller in The
trouble telling one from another. I'm speaking, Invisible Man . The preeminent example,
of course, of the genre known as the Thriller. though, was John W. Campbell, Jr.'s classic
Like SF, thriller fiction is easy to identify but novella "Who Goes There ? " (Astounding,
hard to define. For a story to be SF, it must 1938)-filmed as The Thing From Another
contain some essential element of science or World in 1951 and The Thing in 1982. (ln this
teclUlology; for a thriller, the essential element column I usually refer to Campbell in his edi
is suspense. That doesn't mean that every sto torial position; it's well worth remembering
ry with suspense is a thriller; just as the scien that prior to taking the reins at Astounding,
tific idea is central to an SF story, the suspense he was a popular and influential SF author.)
is central to a thriller. Lester del Rey's 1942 novelette "Nerves"
ll1rillers are big. As I write this, more than (expanded into a 1956 novel of the san1e title)
half the novels on the New York Times Best is a model thriller set in a nuclear power plant.
seller List are thrillers; the names of thriller au The Puppet Masters by Robert A. Heinlein
thors such as David Baldacci, Mary Higgins ( 1 9 5 1 ) perfectly blends the thriller and the
Clark, Robin Cook, Clive Cussler, Dean alien invasion story, while Alfred Bester did
Koontz, and John Sandford are household the same with teleportation (The Stars My
names both in publishing and in Hollywood. Destination, 1953) and telepathy (The Demol
(And of course one mustn't forget the mega ished Man, 1956).
superstar behind the James Patterson Book-of The Cold War period spawned a lot of SF
the-Month Club.) thrillers; among the best of them was a book
There's an entire subgenre ofthrillers based nearly forgotten today, Who? by A1gis Budrys
on scientific (or pseudo-scientific) concepts; (1958). In this near-future espionage thriller, a
the late Michael Crichton was the absolute scientist returns from behind the Iron Curtain
king of this type of thriller, borrowing SF ideas with his face and half his body replaced by cy
from alien invasion (The Andromeda Strain) bernetic prostheses-but is this man the orig
and cyborgs (The Terminal Man) to time trav inal SCientist, or a double agent? The book re
el (Timeline) and nanotechnology (Micro). volves around the question of his identity, and
Lately, Douglas Preston and Lincoln Childs, to although its politiCS and history are long out
gether or in collaboration, have become very dated, it's still as thrilling a read as the day it
popular with science-based thrillers. was published.
From the perspective of a science fiction One can't discuss SF thrillers without men
reader, these books seem rather weak; if tioning the late Philip K. Dick, much of whose
you're going to read about time travel or nan work involved secrets, deceptions, conspira
otech, why not just read some real SF and be cies, paranoia, chases, and other tropes of
done with it? Aren't there science fiction sto thrillerdom. For a long time Dick was our own
ries that have enough suspense? little secret, but the mundane world discov-
ered him and has been turning his SF thrillers ishment are common . . . and completely legal.
into blockbuster movies ever since. Don't let So what is one to do when the multicultural
yourself be satisfied by the films: the books court denies appeal, and offended aliens are
and stories are, if anything, even more sus on their way with vivisection in their eyes'
penseful and thrilling. Well, human ingenuity is up to the challenge:
In the realm of movies and TV, SF thrillers there are lots of quasi-legal outfits that can
are far from rare. The Cold War gave us the ex make one "disappear" -new home, new iden
cellent Invasion of the Body Snatchers tity, skin intact.
(1956) and dozens of others, most not so ex Of course, the Disappeared aren't com
cellent. Alien (1979) was a triple-threat com pletely safe. Those aliens are a determined
bining the genres of SF, thriller, and horror in bunch, and there are plenty of bounty hunters
one movie. Bladerunner (1982) owes a debt around. In addition, there are always those
to Dick (it was based on his novel Do An who seek the Disappeared for benign rea
droids Dream of Electric Sheep?) but is cer sons-the Retrieval Artists. The series follows
tainly its own distinct work. Miles Flint, Retrieval Artist, in many suspense
Most SF television series have episodes that ful cases.
qualify as thrillers: Doctor Who, Firefly, and Anniversary Day is something of a depar
Star Trek spring inlmediately to mind. Two se ture for the series, but in a good way. The
ries deserve mention as maintaining major main character is Flint's erstwhile partner,
thriller aspects throughout: The Invaders Noelle DeRicci, Security Chief on the Moon
(1967-68) and UFO. ( 1970-71); both were sto Flint plays only a minor role. And this time
ries of alien invasion. And finally, no discus around there are no Disappeared cases: in
sion of SF thrillers on TV could be complete stead, something far more sinister is going on.
without bringing up The Outer Limits and The setting is the city of Armstrong on
Twilight Zone, both of which have had vari Luna. Four years ago (in the novel Conse
ous incarnations through the years. quences) the city's protective dome was al
most destroyed in a bombing; now the citi
Anniversary Day zens are celebrating the survival on
Kristine Kathryn Rusch Anniversary Day. Then the mayor is assassinat
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SF thrillers are alive and well, and today's Rusch is a great storyteller-easily the equal
leading practitioner is Kristine Kathryn Rusch. of Patterson or Koontz or any of that crowd.
Rusch's Retrieval Artist series should be fa Anniversary Day is an edge-of-the-seat thriller
miliar to long-time Analog readers; the series that will keep you turning pages late into the
began with the Hugo-nominated novella "The night, and it's also really good science fiction.
Retrieval Artist" in the June 2000 issue. Several What's not to like?
other stories in the series have appeared here,
most recently "The Impossibles" (December Fade to Black
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so she jumps at the chance when an offer roving zombies. Yawn. What else ya got for us,
comes to join an Antarctic expedition investi Dashner?
gating an ancient micro-organism recently dis In the first book, The Maze Runner, a
covered there. young man named Thomas awakes without
The organism is S. iroquoisii, and it seems his memory in "the Glade, " a huge enclosed
to have played some important part in human bucolic paradise. Other boys, also amnesiac,
ity's early evolution. A research station study have made a working society (some have been
ing the organism was destroyed in an acciden there as long as rwo years, although a new boy
tal explosion, and Clare is recmited as part of arrives roughly every month). The Glade is
a forensic team going in to determine exactly surrounded by an enormous labyrinth teem
what happened. The team consists of assorted ing with hostiles.
misfits, both military and civilian. Then a telepathic girl arrives, and she and
The long, dark Antarctic winter is hardly the Thomas team up to lead the others out of the
best time for such an investigation, but the maze at last.
mission's urgency soon becomes clear when it In the second volume, The Scorch Trials,
emerges that S. iroquoisii may just well have Thomas and his friends discover that the sur
played a part in the catastrophe. viving governments of the world have formed
Then it develops that the first station was a n organization they call WICKED, and
part of a secret government bio-weapons con WICKED is in control. The escaped Gladers
spiracy, and soon Clare-already suffering are told that they are the key to the world's
from her own psychological demons-is way survival, and the maze was the first of several
over her head in secrets, deceptions, and ene trials they must undergo before they meet
mies both human and non. Facing betrayal, their destiny. The second trial requires them
madness, and death, it's up to Clare to keep to survive a trek across a hundred miles of
the survivors alive and get them to safety. scorched wilderness beset by cannibal zom
Tons of suspense, big helpings of specula bies . . . all while they're infected with the
tive evolutionary biology, and a protagonist Flare. At the end, it is promised, they will be
you care about . . . this one has enough to sat cured.
isfy any SF thriller tan. Make sure you read it in Now, in The Death Cure, all the trials are
a warm room, preferably during the daytime. over. It's time for Thomas and his friends to re
ceive their memories back, to find out what
The Death Cure WICKED is up to, and complete a final cure
James Dashner for the Flare.
Delacorte, 336 pages, $ 17.99 (hardcover) But Thomas knows one thing for sure:
iBooks, Kindle, Nook: $ 10.99 (e-book) WICKED can't be tmsted. Are they telling the
ISBN: 978-0-385-73877-4 tmth, or is this yet another trial?
Series: Maze Runner 8 All three books are page-turners, brinuning
Genres: SF Thriller, Young Adult SF with suspense. There's a fair amount of vio
lence, especially with the zombies-although
Meanwhile, over in the young adult arena, it serves the plot, so I can't really call it exces
James Dashner has been writing an SF thriller sive. If this were a movie, it would be R-rated.
trilogy that is just as suited to adults as to Fair warning: The Death Cure is supposed to
teens. lfyou like suspense and thrills, you'll to be the last book of the series, but there are
tally enjoy reading these books-and you can enough loose ends left over that I'm sure we
impress your teenaged relatives and friends haven't seen the last of this world.
with your knowledge of them.
It's a century or three in the future, and so Aurora in Four Voices
lar flares have scorched most of the Earth's Catherine Asaro
surface. The remaining population is ravaged ISFiC Press, 274 pages, $ 30.00 (hardcover)
by a vims called "the Flare," which leaves its ISBN: 978-0-97591 56-9-1
victims as violent cannibals preying on the Series: Skolian Empire (some stories)
healthy. Genre: Short Fiction Collection
Yeah, yeah, post-apocalyptic future with
Last issue, you may recall, I talked about While we're on the subject of short fiction
Catherine Asaro's long-running space opera collections by favorite Analog writers . . . .
series, the Skolian Empire series. As long-time Allen Steele has been called an heir of
Analog readers know, Asaro also writes some Robert A. Heinlein-and it's the Near Space
mean short fiction, some of it set in the same series that got him that reputation. From Or
universe. Aurora in Four Voices collects six of bital Decay to A King of Infinite Space, the
her finest pieces in a handsome volume that series presents a realistic and action-packed
any Asaro fan will want. modern vision of the industrialization of space
There are four Skolian Empire tales, all of and those who make it happen. If the collec
them different. The title story (first published tive governments of the world had any sense,
in Analog December 1998) deliciously blends they'd be using these books as texts for usher
music and mathematics. "Light and Shadow" ing in a future worth having.
(Analog, April 1 994) is a story of men and ma An earlier edition of Sex and Violence in
chines pushed to their limits. "Ave de Paso," Zero-G appeared in 1999, but Steele hasn't
published elsewhere in 2001 , is strictly fanta stood still since then. In between tales of the
sy rather than SF, and it's interesting to see the planet Coyote and its universe, he's written a
connection to the Skolian Empire. And "City few more Near Space stories-so it's good to
of Cries" (also published elsewhere, in 2005) see an updated edition of Sex and Violence.
is an SF noir detective story. They're all here. Hugo-winning novella "The
"The Spacetime Pool" (A nalog, March Death of Captain Future" and its sequel "The
2008) won the Nebula Award and is another Exile of Evening Star. " Hugo-winning novelette
math story, not at all connected with the Sko "The Emperor of Mars . " "The Great Galactic
!ian Empire. Ghoul" (Analog, October 2010) and "The Zoo
After all this math, Asaro includes a nonfic Team" (Analog, November 2010), along with
tion article on Riemann surfaces, titled "A Po fifteen others, two Introductions, an updated
etry of Angles and Dreams. " In it she manages Near Space timeline, and four pages of space
to convey to the reader some of the sublime ship design sketches.
beauty that pure mathematics can engender. Never read Allen Steele' Here's a great place
(All right, I admit it, I majored in math in col to start. If you like Analog, you'll like Steele.
lege. But any intelligent SF reader will have no Already an Allen Steel fan' Then what are you
trouble with the concepts here.) doing still reading? Go get the book already!
Asaro introduces each of the stories, and an
afterword by Aly Parsons completes the pack That's it, I'm out of space. I hope it's been
age. as thrilling for you as it has for me. And I won't
keep you in suspense . . . see you next time .•
Sex and Violence in Zero-G
(Expanded Edition)
Allen M. Steele Don Sakers is the author of The Leaves of
Fantastic Books, 5 1 3 pages, $ 19.99 October and A Voice in Every Wind. For more
(trade paperback) information, visit www.scatteredworlds.com.
ISBN: 978-1-61720-358-9
Series: Near Space Copyright © 2012 Don Sakers
Genres: Short Fiction Collection
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iS ment of perfectly good technology is simple:
:�hOleheartedlY agree with your stop senselessly abandoning perfectly good
March editorial on "\'\fhat's Technology technology.
For?" I used to work in the computer in Jerry Oltion
dustry and was an eager early adopter of new
technology . . . until I realized that software Stan,
developers were intentionally " obsoleting" "Ecce Signum" [April 2012] by Craig De
their old programs in order to sell new ver Lancey-though one of the best yarns in an
sions. all-around superb issue-shows a couple of
Microsoft is a prime offender in that regard: perplexing small oddities. In addition to the
their word-processing software won't even minor weirdness of naming a male dog Juno
read files created by earlier versions of the (which made me wonder why his sister Hera
same program. Their business strategy is obvi hadn't been correspondingly named Zeus),
ous and reprehensible: they know that if they there is the rather larger non sequitur of the
can get enough people to adopt the new ver character Virginia (genetically prone to seek
sion (by bundling it with new computers), immediate gratification) having this trait
then people using the old versions-versions summed up by her more forethoughtful sister
that still do the job they were designed to do as "you can only think of yourself. " Choosing
just fine-will be forced to "upgrade" to the an immediate reward over a larger but de
new version in order to continue communi ferred reward (Viriginia's pattern of action,
cating with users of the new software. which both she and her sister are discussing
I long ago decided I wouldn't play that in this scene) isn't " thinking of yourself" in
game. I run a Macintosh Cube because it's any way that does not also apply to doing the
beautiful and it does the job I need it to do. opposite:
lt's eleven years old. I run system 9 on it, even Virginia as a child, given the choice of one
though it will run OSX. Why? Because I would candy bar immediately or two bars after an
have to buy new software to run under OSX, hour, consistently preferred the former. Her
and my oid software works just fine. I can sister and other classmates-just as consis
write with it, calculate orbits with it, edit pho tently, and because of some prenatal genetic
tos with it, do email with it, and even do re manipulation-preferred the latter. Thinking
search on the web with it. of one's own future self (as Virginia's class
I do occasionally have compatibility prob mates did) isn't thinking of others: it is, by de
lems with people who use newer software. I finition, thinking of oneself and (in this partic
explain to them that they'll have to save their ular case) i t is thinking only of oneself:
ftIes in a standard format (like RTF or JPEG) in something that would be easier to see if we
order to share them with me, and if they didn't tend to assume that only bad things can
protest I point out that it's they who have bro ever happen when one does that. (I will leave
ken the compatibility standards, not me. it to Mr. DeLancey, or rather to the experts
The way to stop this senseless abandon- who inform his writing, to decide whether
we must blame heredity, environment, free As for your main point, I half agree, al
will, any two, or all three for the strange yet though your definition of selfish is too weak
frequent decision to equate rash action with for me. (I consider the notion that all acts are
"thinking only of yourself" as if such thought selfish, or the equivalent claim that "selfish"
could not motivate prudence.) means " preferre d , " self·refuting, since it
A child-or adult-who prudently waits makes "selfish" little more than "motivated,"
for more candy (rather than grabbing imme which is not at all what I, or most people,
diately for a lesser anlOunt) isn't doing this to mean by the term. I'll assume here a common
benefit anyone else-and the person acting sense notion of selfish, something like, "Valu
prudently for some much larger and further ing one's own benefits very much more than
deferred goal (such as preventing penguin ex one values equivalent benefits to any others. ")
tinction, which Virginia finds as unappealing Here's one way of thinking about our agree
as waiting for candy) is not necessarily doing ment and disagreement. Economists have a
this to benefit others either. useful term, the discount factor, which is the
It is arguable-it is even very probable measure of how one values future benefits, as
that the most devoted and most effective en a function of how far in the future those ben
vironmentalists are quite selfish. They aren't efits are expected to arrive. Normal humans
sacrifiCing their own existence so that pen tend to think about the future with a large dis
guins may live; few if any of them would com count factor. That is, we consider the value of
mit suicide, if someone convinced them that something in the hlture to be very much less
each human death would guarantee the life of than the value of the thing now, and this dif
one or more endangered fowl. Rather, when ference grows very significantly as the time in
they invest in penguin survival they are acting volved grows. The idea of the Marrion manip
on their own preference for inhabiting a ulation was a genetic change that, if
world whose inhabitants also lal include pen expressed, reduces this discount factor. The
guins andlor Ibl include those humans who Marrion kids care about the hlture more. It
prefer inhabiting a world that includes both seems to me that this could be something
humans and penguins. quite independent of selfishness. One could
(Those who suppose it contemptuous to be very fixated on future selfish gains, as you
call "selfish" a preference or commitment point out.
may wish to wonder what such a feeling im That said, there are certain behaviors that
plies about the self that supposes such con are less easily justified if one no longer has a
tempt.) huge discount factor. Suppose that global
Kate Gladstone warming is actually occurring and human
caused. I believe that some people would re
The author replies . . . main indifferent even if convinced of this;
Thank you for your comments, and for they would remain indifferent because they
reading the story. would be inclined not to worry about the fu
Let me begin by saying that I did not mean ture too much. This leads to a kind of default
to suggest that the narrator, Janet, is infallible. selfishness, since they are making choices
When Janet describes Virginia as selfish, I see now about resource use now; but they are
that as a criticism of Virginia's character that alive now, and benefiting now from that re
may or may not be fair. It is an accusation any source use. Or imagine a government pro
sister might make in an argument, and is not gram that provides significant benefits but
meant to be some claim about either sister's generates significant debt that future genera
genetic predispositions. tions must pay. A normally unselfish person
I also did not mean to suggest that Virginia might defend this benefit and take advantage
is genetically predisposed to seek immediate of it, because she discounts the cost to the fu
gratification. She carries the Marrion gene. It ture generations and so considers it not signif
may not be expressed in her, so that she is like icant. I believe there are cases like these, and
most other people, or she may, as her sister many others (e .g. , population growth, re
Janet suggests, just be indifferent to some source use, antibiotic overuse in factory
ends for other reasons. farms, etc.), and that they demonstrate there
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can be a kind of selfishness inherent in this somehow Science, Logic, and Reason provide
high discount rate, at least with respect to the only ways of understanding the Universe.
one's behavior towards people in the future I further take issue that the very concept of a
even the near future. God-a heartfelt belief of most of the human
As for Juno, you're right, of course. My race for all of history, something experienced
wife's family calls each of their (sequentially and appreciated by billions, and arguably the
owned) dogs-male, female, big, small-by philosophical foundation of Western civiliza
the same name, and I think this tradition tion-should be compared, even metaphori
made me feel liberated to call Juno by a sex-in cally, to "The Flying Spaghetti Monster. "
appropriate name, just because I like "Juno. " Jerry said, " . . . a lot of scientists believe in
God. I contend that they're not being scientif
Stan, ic when they do so." Let's look at this state
I'm compelled to address the errors in the ment scientifically. First, declaring oneself an
April Brass Tacks letter by Mr. Coats regarding atheist means that one has determined that all
the 201 1 Japan earthquake outcomes. 1 ) The of the possible relationships in the Multivers
tsunami was not caused by humans, but it es are already known, and that there can be
clearly is a human decision to live in areas sub no higher intelligences, beings, or powers
ject to tsunamis. 2) Systems failures began that humans would interpret as "God." But
with the earthquake indeed-but the tsunami science fiction readers and writers, and even
ultimately destroyed the backup electrical sys scientists, presume that human intellectual
tems. 3) High level waste (i.e. spent nuclear progress may continue for thousands, maybe
fuel) is stored in containers that require no millions, of years to come, and that entirely
water or electrically powered cooling (they new phenomena and relationships will be dis
are cooled by naturally circulated air). It is covered, overturning many current scientific
true that spent nuclear fuel requires forced paradigms. Science itself may give way to oth
water cooling for a number of years (typically er Ways of Knowing. We may find highly su
10) before it is placed in long-term storage. 4) perior intelligences Out There or Over There,
It will take about 100 years for the amount of or they may find us, and we might change our
radioactivity in spent fuel to return to the entire paradigm of the way the Cosmos
same amount that it had when it was removed works. So we must agree with JBS Haldane
from the ground as ore. The same cannot be when he recognized the limitations of the hu
said for coal. Most people don't realize that man mind in his caution: "Not only is the uni
coal plants release far more radiation than nu verse queerer than we imagine; it is queerer
clear plants in the form of carbon-16-to the than we can imagine." Atheism rejects this
air we breathe! Additionally, the selenium, warning, and by comparison requires adher
mercury, and arsenic removed (hopefully) ence to a relatively short-lived belief system
from the flue gasses have an infinite half-life. that in fact may be upended by the next dis
I've been a subscriber to Analog since the late covery out in space or in a laboratory. Or on
'60s. I had hoped that the majority of readers the White House lawn.
would take your editorial as intended. There In my opinion, a monotheistic belief in God
are no zero-risk options-period. has had a very net positive effect on human
Arne Myrabo, history. For example, we owe the evolution of
PE Retired Reactor Engineer Western civilization first to the civilizing influ
ence of the ancient Jewish tribes who, under
Dear Stan, what they considered to be the direction of
In a recent article ("What Science Means to their sole God, established societies based on
Me," Analog, January/February 2 0 1 2) Jerry that principle. In all of history, only in those
Oltion advanced the idea that an appreciation Jewish tribes did it ever occur that one man, a
of Science must not include the concept of prophet from the wilds, dared to stand before
"God . " As an Analog writer myself, whose an almighty king and prohibit him from action
stories and articles have appeared here several deemed unacceptable to a higher Authority.
dozen times over the last thirty years, I re Nowhere else in history are there similar ex
spectfully reject the unproven concept that amples. This monotheistic Jewish culture
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eventually produced Christianity, which, with \Vhen the advanced alien in my Analog sto
its conversion of the Greek-influenced Roman ry "Epiphany" (October 1987) states that
Empire, eventually gave birth to Western civi nowhere else in all the rest of the Galaxy does
lization, the only one in history that recog any other society "believe" in a Supreme Be
nized the worth of the individual, a worth ing, and that the Bible is only an inlperfect col
based literally on God-given rights. lection of ancient my1hs and tales, the preach
All truly modern nations are not tribal, er is quite ready to discuss the phenomenon.
racial, or theocratic, but are based on these The pastor responds he understands imper
Western, Le., Judeo-Christian, values. We ig fection, that having a perfect example for
nore this heritage at our peril. I maintain that mere human beings would only lead to frus
this empirical evidence-Western civilization, tration: "1 interpret the Bible's insistence on
individual rights, the free exercise of the faith-in God, in Jesus-to imply that imper
minds of billions of people for several cen fect, irrational humans cannot understand the
turies now-founded as it is on religious val totality of laws that operate the Universe. We
ues, is proof enough of the practicality of at are implored to seek Truth to make ourselves
least one branch of religion. free, but beyond that, to surrender to the
In my A nalog story, "The Alien at the overwhelming mystery of the Universe and
Alamo" Guly 2010), a frustrated alien says, feel it flow through us. That is Faith, brother,
"Any sufficiently advanced intelligence is in the power that lies beyond Reason, the bind
distinguishable from God," explaining that the ing force of all Creation, fleshing out the in
intellectual chasm between itself and the hu terstices of spacetime, the ethical Ether, the
man in the tale compares to that of the human philosophical touchstone upon which the
to an amoeba. Such highly-advanced "be very quanta and quarks play out their eternal
ings" -not necessarily "intellects" -may be games of light and dark. "
attuned to many Multiversal phenomena Twenty-five years later, I still stand by that
through sensory apparatus that we do not preacher's sentiments-my own.
possess; perhaps able to access or "down Sincerely,
load" information directly through an ad Arlan Andrews, Sr.
vanced form of instinct, intuition, Revelation,
or other inconceivable modalities. Dear editor and friends,
It may be that Logic and Reason, as won Perhaps unfairly, I'm going to jump on Jerry
derful as they are for human uses, are merely Oltion, who can stand it since he has a solid
the best we can do with our primitive brains following. The problem is a little article he
and minds. But this limitation might not hold wrote entitled "What Science Means to Me,"
for all beings in the Multiverses: some may ex even though he was an English major. It turns
ist who do Know All; perhaps even those out he loves the scientific method and uses it.
who Create Some or All, with ways of manip That's great. I have no argument with his take
ulating Multiversal Laws that will forever re on science. I'm not refuting him as much as
main unimaginable to us, a la Haldane. challenging him to go farther with his under
We can thus scientifically speculate about standing of religion. (I am a former Unitarian
an increasing scale of Intelligence or Under Universalist minister who at age 72 is dipping
standing operating in the Multiverses, leading back into the sci-fi I used to enjoy very much
perhaps to an Ultimate Intelligence, in an as a kid.)
unimaginable form, that is/was/will be re He's doing the old Straw God thing. That
sponsible for the Big Bang, Continuous Cre is, creating a pop version of what God and re
ation, or Steady State Universe/Multiverse. Hu ligion are about, assuming that science op
mans might then perceive this (or these) poses it, and then throwing the whole thing
Ultimate Intelligence as what some term to be out. Proud Atheist! Moral, of course. He
"God." says, "Belief in God just doesn't hold up to
Even now, Reason and Logic are not scrutiny. " It depends on how you define
enough to explain everything we humans do God, doesn't it' As a whole category, I mean.
and feel-we need, in addition, at least Love, What he doesn't know is that one can have
Imagination, and Faith. a perfectly good religion without God, anthro-
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pomorphic or not. God is an Abramic con guage and morality to suit the images are hard
cept. Step away from the Abramics! Oewish, pressed but sci-fi writers can do it.
Islamic, Christian, et al.) What about Zen Jerry describes his journey from childhood
Buddhism? Native-American beliefs? The religion to adult science by comparing it to
great anthropological discussions of religion, the cultural shift from geocentrism to helio
by people like Clifford Geertz' centrism. I think this is apt, since it is a para
Jerry's been brainwashed by institutional re digm shift based on awareness of scientific re
ligion, which pushes the idea that if there is search. But h e has not taken the next
no Big God with a Big Stick, everyone will mn step-perhaps because he i s not quite so
wild. Some internet quotes: "People use aware of developments in the "soft" sciences
cues of religiosity as a signal for tmslworthi of biology. This would be the step from an
ness," researchers write in thejournal ofPer thropocentrism to deep ecology, which has
sonality and Social Psychology. " . . . trust no center. !t's not for the faint-hearted but it
worthiness is the most valued trait in other is for those who appreciate systems, relation
people. " ships, the relatedness of all existence, the
But the article continues: "In a 2009 study, richness of details, the power of process. See
sociologist Phil Zuckerman argued that ' a Rajnar Vajra's "Doctor Alien" tales.
strong case could be made that atheists and Sci-fi has seen and elaborated upon this
secular people actually possess a stronger or deep ecology all along. It is one of the quali
more ethical sense of social justice than their ties that attract me-and many others, I'm
religious peers,' adding that they, on average, sure. Somehow the idea of my molecules
have 'lower levels of prejudice, ethnocen which are always in a state of flux anyway
trism, racism and homophobia' than the disassembling for reuse by some other entity
much larger population of believers . " One is fine with me.
can arrive at decent morals by using the sci But I do like some of the metaphors for
entific method just as easily as referring to God. A computer geek suggests that God is
some writing purported to be by a mountain the infinite hard drive that contains every
god. Much of morality is simply common thing that has ever been, every possible varia
sense about what the consequences are likely tion of outcome, everything that will be in the
to be. future in all its possibilities. It is not time that
Churches have established a "brand." They travels, but rather we ourselves who travel,
try to be "markers" for what is "our group" by mnning our minds along the filamentous trails
providing jargon and stories. Some are old we call ideas-just to see where they go.
and gnarly (Catholicism) and some were just Jerry and his wife tell about thei r cat,
born yesterday (Latter Day Saints). Some are "Stormy" who has a lightning strike down her
conflations (Like Konkokyo in Japan, which nose. In fact, this cat in appearance and per
smushes together Christianity and Shinto) and sonality is clearly very much like my "Squib
some are so purist that they die out (like Shak bie" (though she's getting matronly now)
ers). But religion-even in the junked togeth same white streak down her forehead. And I
er senses of morality, respectability, belong knew a cat in Connecticut named "Josephine"
ing, stories, community support, and so who was again very much like this pattern.
on-are simply an expression of being human Three incarnations of a gene pattern that pro
and will persist in devious forms even in the duces a tortoiseshell/scatter-calico neat little
face of contempt and avoidance. Not that high-spirited feline, a miracle of molecules.
some of their behavior doesn't well-deserve The streak comes from the developmental
those reactions. paths of fur pigmentation in cats. Science
Consider awe and a feeling of the sacred. knows all about it. But that's not quite the
Surely science has the upper hand here with same as living with one's own personal exam
cosmic images of stars being born, trailing ftJ ple. Religion is like that, too. A personal un
aments of gaseous cloud, and with the mirac folding, not a prescription.
ulous self-starting unfolding of a fertilized egg, Mary Scriver
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