Part 11 (1/2)

True. But the effort will be repaid.

lost much.

This time is vastly more important.

Concentrate on these primates! Theyare the past--shuck them from us.

There is something of the future inthem.

Ignore such musings. You have amission--do it.

We must learn the nature of the threat.Otherwise we cannot be sure we canin fact expunge it.

Of course we can.Ignorance is not an effective strategy.I do not like your tone, Aesthetic.Then I am understood.

Part III

THE TIME PIT.

Deep Reality

hey plunged toward the boundary sheet of the ergosphere. Toby thought it looked like the flexing skin of some blistered animal, leathery and trembling with perpetual rage.Then Argo shot along it, accelerating in the quickening gravity, and his perspective changed. Now it was like a troubled sea just below, tossed with wrinkles and waves. Big combers collided with each other in choppysprays, whipped into a frenzy by an unseen storm.”Hold on,” Killeen said stiffly.Toby was strapped into a Bridge couch. Gravity s.h.i.+fted all around them, plucking at his clothes, fidgeting in his inner ear, tilting his sensorium so that even his vision lurched and heaved. His crackling, faint Zeno Aspect volunteered,These forces.., vagrant.., were recorded by... expeditions ...

humans.., described them as ”like an irritated tiger shaking a mouse.””Ummm ... what's a tiger?” Toby had seen field mice, had trapped the sharp-toothed rodents who ate their grain in Citadel Bishop. Zeno sent a foggy picture of something gazing with quiet, threatening ferocity. Flaring full-color into his sensorium, it sent a chill of alarm through Toby, until Zeno said,This creature ... data says ... scarcely longer than your hand.”What a relief.” He imagined being picked up and tossed around by a cat. The stomach-churning lurches and twists he could take, but sometimes the turbulence felt like whispery fingers trailing along his skin, eerie and ghostlike.

148.Bridge officers were in couches, but the Cap'n paced the deck grimly, fighting the tugs and yanks of vagrant gravity, unwilling to yield. No one dared interrupt Killeen's thoughts as his boots thumped hard, hands clasped behind his back, face a permanent scowl.

Toby could see that his father was steeling himself against what looked like certain disaster. To charge into the unknown was one thing, a long habit for the Families. But to slam into the face of a living blackness...

Killeen nodded to Jocelyn. ”Now.”

A sliding sensation. Toby gulped. A stretching wrench. The entire Bridge seemed to hold its breath.

They plunged toward the rippling skin of the ergosphere. The surface worked with gales black as carbon. Troughs and crests were lit by a h.e.l.l- red glow, light bent and squeezed by brute gravity.

Jocelyn whispered, throat tight, ”This is it!”

--and they dove beneath the waves.

In.

Through.

Toby blinked. No shock, no collision. Smooth, swift sailing into--Flaming bullets. They rode through a rain of light.

To Toby the interior of the ergosphere was a sullen night, peppered by blinding, quick streaks of luminosity. Fever-bright pellets shot by them--a pelting shower in red and violet and a strange, hot green.

”What what is this place?” Toby whispered.

<the time=”” pit,=””> Quath sent.

.... You mean the black hole?”

<that swallower=”” lies=”” further=”” in.=”” this=”” is=”” the=”” region=”” whirled=”” into=”” being=”” by=”” the=”” rotation=”” of=”” the=”” black=”” hole.=”” a=”” murderous=”” place.=”” here=”” s.p.a.ce-time=”” is=”” dragged=”” around=”” by=”” the=”” devourer's=”” dark=”” ma.s.s,=”” so=”” that=”” they=”” become=”” scram-=”” ,lled=””> Quath rattled and twirled her eye-stalks to ill.u.s.trate.

”Huh? Scrambles what?”

<time and=”” s.p.a.ce.=”” they=”” are=”” truly=”” linked,=”” and=”” deep=”” reality=”” appears=”” only=”” to=”” those=”” who=”” can=”” see=”” in=”” s.p.a.ce-time.=””> ”Well, I can see pretty near any part of the spectrum--”

<you and=”” i=”” do=”” not=”” share=”” the=”” privilege=”” of=”” perceiving=”” s.p.a.ce-time=””></you>< p=””>

I doubt that anything which struggles up out of lesser life can see it so, alas. It must be like [untranslatable]. Or being able to see gravity itself as a vital thing, elastic.> ”How come we're so dumb?” The luminous downpour outside hammered harder, the wall screen splas.h.i.+ng the faces of everyone on the bridge with sparking, fleeting colors. No one moved. Argo shook and popped with unseen strains. Toby's sour stomach told him that gravity was s.h.i.+fting restlessly, like a prowling beast.

<to split=”” the=”” true=”” world=”” into=”” simpler=”” ones=”” is=”” a=”” great=”” convenience.=”” so=”” we=”” sense=”” s.p.a.ce=”” easily,=”” but=”” leave=”” the=”” riddle=”” of=”” time=”” to=”” be=”” governed=”” by=”” the=”” ticking=”” of=”” our=”” machines,=”” our=”” clocks.=””> 149.Toby grimaced. ”Time is just what clocks tell, mother of maggots.

Don't fancy it up.”

<but time=”” is=”” not=”” merely=”” that.=”” it=”” lives=”” and=”” wrestles=”” with=”” its=”” marriage=”” partner,=”” the=”” three=”” dimensions=”” of=”” extension=”” that=”” we=”” can=”” sense.=”” their=”” struggle=”” is=”” never=”” done,=”” and=”” rules=”” all.=”” here=”” in=”” the=”” time=”” pit,=”” they=”” wage=”” it=”” to=”” the=”” full.=””> Toby shook his head, feeling woozy. ”Too much for me.”

The Bridge lay silent, awed. The bulk of the crew was crammed into the s.h.i.+p's center, s.h.i.+elded against the sleeting particles that even Argo's magnetic fields could not fully deflect. Toby and the others on the Bridge had taken a concoction drawn up by one of locelyn's Aspects, to repair any radiation damage to their body cells. It was a milky drink that tasted like cinders somebody'd peed on, but locelyn said it held tiny critters that could fix up shattered molecules, st.i.tch together broken structures, like a smidge of a seamstress.

Right now Toby felt like the damage was all in his stomach. It lurched and squeezed as the direction of gravity swung and snaked like an unmoored cable. He held on to his couch and breathed through his mouth, not minding the saliva that fell from his lips--until it then looped through the air as gravity abruptly curled and pulsed--sending the warm gop back into his right eye.

”Augh!”

”You all right, son?” Killeen called.

”Uh, yeah. Kinda woozy, is all.”

Killeen gave him a quick, sympathetic smile. ”Hold on. It'll probably get worse.”

Abruptly there rose in him a silent, stony presence--s.h.i.+bo, her Personality sending silky fingers of rea.s.surance into his sensorium. She did not speak, and he had not summoned her, but her essence laced the air, tinged his sight, brought delicate traceries of memory peeling like sheets from the granite-firm surface of her mind. Filigrees of olden, endless days, of sun-dappled calm and damp leafy bowers she had played in as a girl, of happy childrens' laughter tinkling through a glade, of lip-smacking spicy meals shared with friends now gone-- Uneasily he shrugged off these influences, his anxiety surfacing despite her silent efforts. ”Dad, where are we going?” A rueful grimace. ”I don't know.”

”But--” Yes, Toby thought, but-- They both knew full well how dangerous this was, everybody knew, yet they flew on into the pit of the unknown. An abyss with no visible redemption. And for reasons none of them, not even the Cap'n, could express in words.

Something s.h.i.+mmered in the wall screens.

”s.h.i.+p incoming,” Jocelyn said tensely.

”Here?” Cermo whispered nearby. ”A s.h.i.+p in this place?”

150.A rustle of surprise, maybe hope.

”Vector in,” Killeen said. ”Our diagnostics working?”

”Some are,” Jocelyn answered, fingers das.h.i.+ng over her control board. Argo's computers would accept voice or touch commands, and seemed to blend the two to antic.i.p.ate what its unlearned crew wanted.