Part 12 (1/2)

Honeycomb Home The glistening black thing seemed to unfold itself, swimming in the watery half-light. Toby realized that it was growing somehow. Emerging, like an ornate vessel rising from a slate-black lake. It appeared to ooze into the s.p.a.ce nearby, drawn out of fitful storm-wracked darkness, as though emerging from some unseen, deeper place. Fresh ramparts and plains expanded along it, flinty and sharp-crested, faces of it catching the flas.h.i.+ngilluminations that still shot by on all sides of them.<note our=”” s.h.i.+p=”” time.=””>Toby stared, blinked. Quath's tone gave no hint that she shared the surprise Toby felt. The outside time digits now fled by in a blur. <we are=”” at=”” the=”” year=”” level.=””>Killeen still stood on the creaking deck, s.h.i.+fting his weight to counter random thrusts. Face tense, he did not take his eyes from the stretching,spreading ma.s.s on the screens. ”How much deeper can we go?”<no one=”” knows.=”” but=”” further=”” than=”” this=”” is=”” possible.=””>”Ummm,” Killeen said sardonically. ”What isn't possible here?”

Jocelyn said tersely, ”Fuel rate's up.”Killeen nodded. ”It's been climbing all along. What's our remaining margin?””To be able to get free of this place?””Yeasay--this 'ergosphere.'” The word sat awkwardly on Killeen's lips, Aspect jargon, like a language he only pretended to speak.The popping of strains running through Argo had distracted Toby from the gut-deep pulse of their engines. The laboring rumble rose, sending tremors through his couch.Jocelyn worked a moment, eyes dancing as she listened to her direct link with the s.h.i.+p's systems. Worry-lines creasing her brow, she said, ”The board's working hard, calc'lating how much it'll take to get out of here.

156.

These numbers keep jumping around. We're getting close. Gobbling upfuel just to keep in an orbit, seems like.””How long?””Maybe fifty minutes left.”Even to Toby's practiced eye Killeen seemed unmoved by this. ”I see.”

Argo flew by sucking in plasma with magnetic mouths, burning it in fusion chambers, and spewing it out the back. But it needed catalysts for this, and they were running low.</if>< p=””>

”How come you're sure?”<when the=”” streaking=”” lights=”” around=”” us=”” begin=”” to=”” die,=”” it=”” will=”” mean=”” thatthe=”” streaming,=”” infalling=”” ma.s.s=”” is=”” being=”” absorbed.=””>”That'll be the star stuff, taking a nosedive into the black hole?”Killeen asked.Toby put in, ”How come we're okay here?”<we aren't,=”” for=”” long.=”” the=”” sole=”” reason=”” we=”” can=”” venture=”” this=”” close=”” to=”” thehole=”” is=”” because=”” it=”” is=”” the=”” largest=”” in=”” our=”” galaxy,=”” over=”” a=”” million=”” times=”” the=”” ma.s.s=”” of=”” a=”” star.=”” though=”” its=”” great=”” ma.s.s=”” attracts,=”” the=”” tidal=”” forces=”” are=”” lesser=”” here=”” near=”” the=”” lip=”” of=”” the=”” eater.=”” near=”” a=”” smaller=”” black=”” hole,=”” we=”” would=”” be=”” shredded=”” before=”” we=”” could=”” venture=”” in.=””>i ”I don't want to go any closer, not when we can't see what's happen-g. Or figure out what that thing is.” He pointed to the glinting complexities of the ma.s.s oozing into being before them, like a strange crystalline mud. Their engines shook the walls, but to no avail; the great bulk swam nearer.Jocelyn said, ”Cap'n, I don't think we've got the power to do any maneuverin', anyway.”Killeen compressed his lips. ”Can we get far from that thing?””Doubt it. I'm gunnin' her hard as I can.””Quath, what can we do?” Killeen at last made a naked appeal.”I... we... came all this way.” Killeen watched the screens with astrange expression, one Toby had seldom seen these last few years--uncertainty.

”Family Bishop has always known that the Eater was important.

But where should we go?”

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<we have=”” reached=”” the=”” limits=”” of=”” what=”” the=”” past=”” can=”” tell=”” us.=””>The way they both spoke made Toby's hair stand up on end. It was like two old friends discussing suicide.A part of Toby welcomed Killeen's hesitation. He realized how much he missed the many-sided man he had known all his life, yet who now showed only one flinty face to the world. But then, as he watched, an edge returned to Killeen's gaze. He whispered, ”It's got to be here.”<necessity emerges=”” from=”” logic,=”” not=”” desire.=”” the=”” philosophs=”” retire=”” into=”” [untranslatable]=”” in=”” such=”” hours=”” of=”” doubt.=””>Jocelyn gave Quath a skeptical glance and worked through the long silence that hung in the fevered air. Then she quietly reported to Killeen.

”Argo says there's an orbit we can follow, to bring us to a place it calls 'perigee.' That's just above the lip of the black hole. But if we go that near,we can never fight our way back out of the, well, the whirlpool.”

”You're sure?” Killeen's voice was clipped, flat.

”Near as I can be in this crazy place.”

Toby's Isaac Aspect put in dryly, The correct term is ”peribarythron.” ”Perigee” refers to Old Earth, and orbits near it. These s.h.i.+p computers must have been programmed by someone with a cla.s.sical education, but little concern for proper technical detail. I hope such sloppiness does not extend-- Toby squeezed the Aspect back down. Its outraged squawk ended with what felt like an audible pop.”Why's the clock running so hard?” Killeen asked, pointing. Numerals flickered faster and faster.Quath clattered her legs uneasily. <that behavior=”” does=”” not=”” fit=”” the=”” calculations=”” i=”” obtained=”” from=”” the=”” philosophs.=”” something=”” is=”” warping=”” the=”” s.p.a.ce-time=”” flow=”” even=”” more=”” than=”” they=”” expected.=””>”That?” Killeen pointed at the slick, ever-swelling darkness before them.

In the ma.s.s, Toby could see complex ribs and valleys, arches and long columns. ”It's built, not natural,” he said.Killeen blinked. ”Yeasay! I knew! We came and--Abraham, the Magnetic Mind--they all lead to this.””How can something stay here?” Toby stared at it wonderingly. He could not guess what Killeen had envisioned, through the long years of their journey to this moment--some things his father never discussed--but plainly it wasn't this. A puzzled frown stirred Killeen's brow, then pa.s.sed like a forgotten irritant.”Doesn't matter,” Killeen said flatly. ”Plenty time later to figure out such stuff.”

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Toby watched the screens with foreboding. The slick blackness grew and grew. It was as though it was drawing Argo to it with a slow, remorseless clutch. But the thing was not just getting closer. It seemed to swell into existence, emerging, being born from some unknowable place.He had to put all this together in his mind, figure what it could mean.

Toby closed his eyes to blot out the eerie sight. ”Dad... Those Cyaneans, the places the Cosmic Circle cut through--didn't the Magnetic Mind say the mechs made them?””Yeasay,” Killeen said. ”Some kind of barrier, like a sand trap or something. But this...”Killeen's words trailed away. Toby opened his eyes as the spreading structure became sharper, showing them how large it truly was. Honeycomb terraces, valleys, shelves. Ranks and ranks of hexagonal openings, spider-fine webs of struts and cabling. Or was that just a way for the human eye to put together a comprehensible picture, Toby wondered, make patterns it could comprehend?The Bridge was silent. Argo creaked and strummed with randomstretchings and compressions. Toby wondered how long the s.h.i.+p could take ”I know.”this ma.s.saging by forces far vaster than itself.Jocelyn called, ”Cap'n, we're burning fuel hard and heavy.”

”It's, it's--we've got just minutes left. Unless--”Something firmed in Killeen's face. ”In the old days at Citadel Bishop we'd go out scavenging. No matter what we found, we'd haul it back and claim that's what we'd gone looking for.”He looked slowly around the Bridge. Everybody, including Toby and Quath, regarded him blankly. ”Might's well do the same here.”

He pointed at the honeycombed patterns bathed in slippery, flickering ght. ”That's our goal, Lieutenant Jocelyn. Take us in, and be quick tbout it.”A long silence. Toby saw in the drawn faces the knowledge that this was their last gamble. They would throw the dice, throw them now and forever, into inky shadows.Then the moment pa.s.sed. Jocelyn moved quickly, crisply. She drew maximum thrust from the ramscoop engines, her fingers flying over the boards. In his sensorium Toby could sense the s.h.i.+p's magnetic fields surge as they spread wider, an invisible net that snagged pa.s.sing matter, sucked it into the reaction chambers, and spewed it out the back. The deck vibrated. Joints rasped and shrieked. Acceleration felt like a kick in the rump. They shot over the ebony landscape.”Where exactly, sir?” Jocelyn was cool and efficient. Toby admired the collected way she turned to Killeen, one eyebrow raised. Might as well meet Fate in style.”Ah...” Killeen's eyes swept the details that skated by beneath them.

A high whine cut the air as Argo fought against storming yet invisible forces. ”There.”

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A small green dot winked at the very tip end of a long, pointed peninsula. Jocelyn said, ”That wasn't there a moment ago.”Into the hovering silence Toby said, ”Maybe somebody's turned on the porch light.”He recalled his mother doing that in Citadel Bishop, when he went out late to play with his friends in the soft summer nights. A familiar yellow-white glow, s.h.i.+elded against mech detection. Feeble in the gathering dark, fitful, but always there. He had liked to chase the little birds that glowed when they flapped their wings. No matter how far into the brush he had pursued them, following their rustling and cawing, he could always see the distant beacon of home. Stay within view of the light, she had said.A lamp tuned to human eyes, not mechs. Not that it did any good in the end, Toby thought ruefully.The green glow seemed to swim up toward them. A cavern yawned below it. With a nod Killeen told Jocelyn to slip down into it.A swift, silky glide. They braked to a stop between enormous inky cliffs.Here, too, the honeycomb design repeated on smaller and smaller scales. Fitful technicolor displays sparked all along the great ebony flanks, reflecting the spikes of doomed matter streaking through the darkness above. It was as though this place was the very end of creation, solid and immovable, a night land beneath a restless, dying sky.Then the honeycomb seemed to swell, to flicker--and they were inside the oily black walls. Inside whatever this thing was. With no visible transition.Jocelyn eased the engines back. Killeen ordered the s.h.i.+p powered down to conserve energy. This brought a welcome calm to the deck.

Quietness settled among them. There was nothing left to do now. No place left to go.Still, Toby was startled when the watch officer at the main airlock hoa.r.s.ely reported in. Everyone in the s.h.i.+p, Toby realized, was pulled tight enough to snap.The watch officer heard something. He patched it through. In the general sensorium the noise swelled, impossibly large and booming. It sounded for all the world like someone knocking on a door.

The Far Black The man was a wrinkled dwarf, but he didn't seem to mind.”You're from what era?” he asked, leading a band of five officers and Toby through a long, dimly lit corridor. A gloomy, low-ceilinged warren.

Their boots rang on the hard, ceramic surface. n.o.body answered, waitingfor Killeen to break their silence, but he remained silent.The dwarf shrugged. ”Pretty recent, looks to be.”Toby hadn't seen the first encounter between Killeen and this short, muscular figure, but it didn't seem to have settled anything.”After the Calamity, as I told you,” Killeen said evenly. But his mouth was tight and bloodless........

, That doesn't cut any thick air here, fella. All life's a big old calamity, !ou look at it the right way.””Our home is the planet Snowglade, and I'll thank you to keep your philosophy to yourself.”The dwarf's eyebrows arched, peering up at the Cap'n. ”Oooh, you're a systo-critic, eh?”Killeen's mouth twitched. Toby could tell his father was carefully feeling his way into a completely unknown situation. Strange, but looking completely ordinary. Killeen said formally, ”We have come from the destruction of our world. We were led by portents and messages--””Fas.h.i.+on this--I had a chip installed just so I could speak this venac you're squawking. So look, fella, I'd 'preciate some bandwidth here. Every s.h.i.+p comes limping in is from some esty pigeonhole, thinks we shouldknow all their history, right down to the pimples on their cultural a.s.s.”

”I expect respect for a delegation from a far outpost of--””Respect you'll get from guys behind desks. Me, I got a job to do.”

They reached the end of the corridor. Beyond yawned more round mouths of hallways.

161.Toby said, ”I missed what you said earlier, so--well--what is this place?”

The dwarf blinked up at him. ”Just an ordinary entrance portal.

Better than most, I'd say, and--”

”No, I mean, what's it a portal to?” ”Into the esty.”

”And what's that?”

”Esty. S for s.p.a.ce, T for time.” The dwarf waved them down a corridor and they kept walking. Doors slid open automatically as they pa.s.sed. They ignored these invitations and behind them followed the whisk of closings.

”You mean we're in some other kind of s.p.a.ce-time here?” To Toby this place looked stupefyingly boring.

”Kids don't learn much these days, do they?” the dwarf asked Killeen pointedly.

Toby couldn't see how this shrunken little man could tell he was young, when Toby towered over him, and was searching for a barbed way to say this when Killeen murmured evenly, ”We would all appreciate knowing what the h.e.l.l this place is.”

”A stable chunk of convoluted esty. Inhabited. Governed. And now that you mention it, I haven't heard any thanks for pulling you all in out of the Far Black.”

Killeen said sincerely, ”We do thank you. We--”

”You'll be paying for all this later, Captain, so don't overdo the sincerity.

Right now--”

”Who made this, this 'esty' of yours?” Toby burst in. ”You people?”

He looked doubtfully down at the man.

”Made it?” The dwarf shrugged. ”It's always been here.”

”How could it?” Toby demanded. ”I mean, smack up against a black hole, the biggest in the galaxy--”

”Look, there's things you flatlanders don't grasp, kid. Doesn't make a whole lot of sense to ask who made the esty when it has its own timeline anyway, see?”

Toby didn't. ”I just want to know--”

”Enough! Come on, you scrimmage, we've got to get you filtered.”

The dwarf had led them into a narrow little room. ”Won't take long.”

The walls were porous yellow sponge. Toby was still puzzling over the dwarf's remarks. When Killeen started to say something the dwarf stepped lightly outside, smirking. A concealed sheet slid down, clicking shut.

Cermo said with alarm, ”He's trapped us. What if--”