Part 26 (1/2)

There was a brief pause. ”You all right?” Gyasi asked, his voice frowning.

”Not really.” Kosta gestured at the screen with his mug, the movement slos.h.i.+ng a few drops over the rim and onto his fingers. ”I don't understand this, Yaezon. What kind of people are you, that you blithely put an angel around the neck of a baby?”

”It's a bit of a gamble, sure,” Gyasi agreed, coming over to stand beside Kosta's chair. ”It was hardly done blithely, though. Or quickly, either-the argument and discussion lasted nearly a year, with just about the whole Inst.i.tute getting in on it before it was over. Director Podolak and the others finally decided it was just something we had to do.”

”For science.”

Gyasi shrugged. ”You could put it that way, I guess. Don't forget, though, that we didn't go in entirely cold. We had nearly two decades of experience with the High Senate and others to go on, not to mention a few years of lab studies before that. Even if we don't know exactly what the angels are, we know pretty well what they do.”

”And what if you don't?” Kosta asked, turning away from the sleeping baby on the screen to look up at him. ”Suppose they're not just quanta of good. Suppose there's more to them then that.”

”Such as?”

”Such as motivations of their own,” Kosta said. ”Such as possibly even an intelligence of their own.”

Gyasi blinked; and then his face cleared. ”Ah,” he said with a knowing nod. ”That's right-you were aboard a hunters.h.i.+p, weren't you? Let me guess: they pulled that old trapped-alien ghost story on you.”

It was Kosta's turn to frown. ”What do you mean, pulled it on me? You mean it was a joke?”

”Oh, it's no joke,” Gyasi said. ”It's just that that same theory, in one form or another, has been kicking around the hunters.h.i.+p crews for years. No one really takes it seriously anymore.”Except maybe the Pax, Kosta reminded himself silently. ”Why not?” he asked. ”Do you know what would happen to a s.h.i.+p that tried catapulting through a black hole like Angelma.s.s?”

”No, but that's not the point,” Gyasi said. ”The problem is that that theory doesn't do anything except

push the real issue a step farther back. If the angels are one or more fragmented souls, why are they all uniformly good? Why don't we get demons mixed in with the angels?”

”Are you sure you haven't?” Kosta countered. ”I mean, how would you test for something like that?”

”I don't know, actually,” Gyasi admitted. ”But the High Senate and the Inst.i.tute seem to know how.”

”Ah. Of course.”

Gyasi raised his hands, palms upward. ”At some point in life, Jereko, you have to accept the fact that

you can't get by without occasionally trusting other people.”

”Maybe,” Kosta conceded grudgingly. ”Doesn't mean I have to like it.”

Behind them, the door opened again. ”Mr. Kosta?”

”I'm here, Dr. Qhahenlo,” Kosta said, squinting in the sudden brightness as he stood up.

”Watching Angelica, I see,” Qhahenlo commented as she walked to her desk. ”How's she doing

tonight?”

”She's dreaming, I think,” Kosta said, turning off the monitor and going over to the desk. ”Did you find anything?”Qhahenlo nodded. ”Two things. First of all, the data you got from the Gazelle are perfectly correct: there have indeed been fourteen instances of unusual radiation pulses recorded over the past eighteen months. None of them anywhere near this strong, but definitely there.”

”How strong are we talking about?” Gyasi asked.

”Extremely,” Qhahenlo told him grimly. ”The one Mr. Kosta recorded was strong enough to kill a hunters.h.i.+p crew right through a sandwich-metal hull.”

Gyasi gave a low whistle, turning to look at Kosta. ”Not your crew, I hope.”

”No,” Kosta said, s.h.i.+vering with the memory. ”But we were close enough that it could have been.”

”Which brings me to the second point,” Qhahenlo said, tapping keys. ”We're still a.n.a.lyzing your data; but at the moment it looks as if that conical low-radiation zone is an artificial construct. Here's the picture we've come up with.” She swiveled the display around for him to see.

Kosta frowned at it. The central fuzzy line of the main radiation pulse was still there, but the outer cone had been replaced by a strange, almost random-looking mottling. ”That doesn't make sense,” he objected. ”The radiation data came out symmetric despite the fact that the Gazelles path curved all through that region.”

”Which is obviously why your computer fitted a cone shape to it,” Qhahenlo nodded. ”This more sophisticated a.n.a.lysis was able to take into account the fact that your sampling was very limited in both s.p.a.ce and time. It was also able to fit it closer to known black hole theory.”

Kosta looked at her sharply. ”What do you mean, fit it closer? Shouldn't you be taking the data on its own merits and seeing where it leads?”

”We did,” she said. ”But you have to understand that there wasn't all that much there, by the nature of your experiment's design and the incident itself. If we run it parallel to the theory, on the other hand, we can get a more likely explanation.”

Kosta pursed his lips. It was, he had to admit, a fairly standard technique. Not much more, really, than a sophisticated version of curve-fitting. And under normal circ.u.mstances he would have seen nothing wrong with it.

But here, for some reason, he did. And didn't know why. ”So what did the theory-fitting tell you?” he asked, fighting hard to stay open-minded.

Qhahenlo shrugged. ”About as I expected,” she said, tapping keys to bring up some numbers. ”Best guess is that what we're seeing is a radiation self-focusing effect, probably triggered by a sudden influx of gravitational energy.”

Kosta leaned over the desk, studying the figures. It did, indeed, seem straightforward enough: a significant ma.s.s, falling in toward Angelma.s.s, would release gravitational potential energy as it fell, pus.h.i.+ng some of the radiation streaming from the black hole over the threshold for self-focusing.

And yet... ”Where are we a.s.suming this triggering ma.s.s came from?” he asked. ”Angelma.s.s isn't big enough to get all that much gravitational energy from.”

”True,” Qhahenlo agreed. ”And the self-focusing effect won't last all that long, either, so it gets a little tricky. We're a.s.suming that the trigger is coming from the affected hunters.h.i.+ps themselves-something dropped, or maybe something coming from the drive. We're looking into it.”

”Mm.” Kosta rubbed at his lower lip. ”I don't know. That surge lasted an awfully long time.”

”Oh, there's no doubt it pushes the edges of the theory,” Qhahenlo nodded. ”But I don't think it's going to take too much to fit it in. The tricky part will be to figure out what the trigger mechanism is and how to keep it from happening again.”

”Is there enough data for that?” Gyasi asked.

”I don't know,” Qhahenlo said. ”Ideally, we'd like to have the exact configurations and operating procedures from each of the s.h.i.+ps this has happened to. Try to find some common factor in the incidents. Whether we can get that or not I don't know, particularly with those that occurred more than a month or two ago. I presume we'll be studying the wreckage of the Hova's Skyarcher, too, once EmDef retrieves it. That should tell us something.”