Part 47 (2/2)
”This was my first a.s.signment out of the Academy. Installing a new environmental system on a cruiser.”
”I thought you'd have specialists-”
”We do. But officers in the command track have to be generalists. In theory, a captain should know every pipe and wire, every chip in every computer, every bit of equipment and sc.r.a.p of supplies . , . where it is, how it works, who should be taking care of it. So we all start
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in one of the main s.h.i.+ps' specialties and rotate through them in our first two tours.”
”Do you know?” She couldn't, Lunzie was sure, but did she know she didn't know, or did she think she did?
”Not all of them, not quite. But more than I did. This one,” and she patted it again, ”this one carries carbon dioxide to the buffer tanks; the oxygen pipes, like all the flammables, are red. And no, you won't see them in this compartment, because some idiot coming off the lift could have a flame, or the lift could spark. Since you're a doctor, I thought you'd like to see some of this ...”
”Oh, yes.”
Luckily she knew enough not to feel like a complete idiot. Sa.s.sinak led her along low-ceilinged tunnels with pipes hissing and gurgling on either hand, pointing out access ports to still other plumbing, the squatty cylindrical scrubbers, the gauges and meters and status lights that indicated exactly what was where, and whether it should be.
”All new,” Sa.s.sinak said, as they headed into the 'ponies section. ”We had major trouble last time out, not just the damage, but apparently some sabotage of Environmental. Ended up with stinking sludge growing all along the pipes where it shouldn't, and there's no way to clean that out, once the sulfur bacteria start pitting the pipe linings.”
Hydroponics on a Fleet cruiser looked much like hydroponics anywhere else to Lunzie, who recognized the basic configuration of tanks and feeder lines and bleedoff valves, but nothing special. Sa.s.sinak finally took her back to the lift and they ascended to Main again.
”How long does it take a newcomer to find everything?”
Sa.s.sinak pursed her lips. ”Well . . . if you mean new crew or ensigns, usually a week or so. We start 'em off with errands in every direction, let 'em get good and lost, and they soon figure out how to use a terminal and a s.h.i.+pchip to stay found. You noticed that every deck's a different color, and the striping width indicates bow and stern; there's no reason to stay lost once you've
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caught on to that.” She led the way into her office, where a light blinked on her board. ”I've got to go to the bridge. Would you like to stay here, or go back to your cabin?”
Lunzie had hoped to be invited onto the bridge, but nothing in Sa.s.sinak's expression made that possible. ”Ill stay here, if that's convenient.”
”Fine. Let me give you a line out.” Sa.s.sinak touched her terminal's controls. ”There! A list of access codes for you. I won't be long.”
Lunzie wondered what that actually meant in terms of hours, and settled down with the terminal. She had hardly decided what to access when she heard heavy steps coming down the pa.s.sage. Aygar appeared in the opening, scowling.
”Where's Sa.s.sinak?”
”On the bridge.” Lunzie wondered what had upset him this time. The Weft marine corporal behind him looked more amused than concerned. ”Want to wait here for her?”
”I don't want to wait.” He came in, nonetheless, and sat down on the white-cus.h.i.+oned chair as if determined to stay forever. ”I want to know how much longer it will be.” At Lunzie's patient look, he went on. ”When we will arrive at... at this Sector Headquarters, whatever that is. When Tanegli's mutiny trial will be. When I can speak for my ... my peers.” He'd hesitated over that; ”peer” was a new word to him, and Lunzie wondered where he'd found it.
”I don^t know,” she said mildly. ”She hasn't told me, either. I'm not sure she knows.” She glanced at the door, where the Weft stood relaxed, projecting no threat but obviously capable. ”Does it bother you to be followed?”
Aygar nodded, and leaned closer to her. ”I don't understand these Wefts. How can they be something else, and then humans? How does anyone know who is human and who isn't? And they tell me of other aliens, not only Wefts and Thek that I have seen, but Ryri who are like birds, and Bronthin, and ...”
”You saw plenty of strange animals on Ireta.”
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”Yes, but. . .” His brow furrowed. ”I suppose ... I grew up with them. But that so many are s.p.a.cefering races.
” 'Many are the world's wonders,' ” Lunzie found herself quoting, ” 'But none more wonderful than man . . .' Or at least, that's the way we humans think of it.”
From his expression, he'd never heard the quotation- but she didn't think the heavyworlder rebels had been students of ancient literature. A Kipling rhyme broke into her mind and she wondered if Aygar's East would ever meet civilization's West, or if they were doomed to be enemies. She dragged her wandering mind back to the present (no quotes, she told herself) and found Aygar watching her with a curious expression.
”You're younger than she is,” he said. No doubt at all who ”she” was. ”But she calls you her great-great-great grandmother . . . why?”
”Remember we told you about coldsleep? How the lightweight members of the expedition survived? That isn't the only time I've been in coldsleep; my elapsed age is ... older than you'd expect.” She was not sure why she was reluctant to tell him precisely what it was. ”Commander Sa.s.sinak is my descendant, just as you're descended from people who were young when I went into coldsleep on Ireta, people who are old now.”
He looked more interested than horrified. ”And you don't age at all, in coldsleep?”
”No. That's the point of it.”
”Can you learn at the same time? I've been reading about the sleep-learning methods . . . would that work in coldsleep as well?”
”And let us wake up stuffed with knowledge and still young?” Lunzie shook her head. ”No, it won't work, though it's a nice idea. If there were a way to feed in information that the person's missing, waking up forty or fifty years later wouldn't be so bad.”
”Do you feel old?”
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