"The atomic gun is full screen," the computer said, "Do you want readouts?"
"Shh," Gemma said.
Pat said, too softly for the computer to hear, "Blast it. Blast it with everything you"ve got."
It was a purely instinctive reaction. The orbital guns, with their pitiful ten megaton atomics couldn"t make any more of a dent in that thing than his energy rifle. Gemma was right. It was huge. He pulled himself back to the computer and looked at it on the screen. ""How far out is it?" he asked the computer.
"Nine hundred eighty-five kilometers," the computer said.
Nearly a thousand kilometers away. Not nearly far enough. Gemma eased herself into the seat beside him and strapped herself in. "What do we do now?" she said.
"I don"t know." They were both whispering. "It"s a long way out. Maybe if I hit the jets, it won"t see us.
But then again maybe it will. Maybe it already has."
He didn"t have to say anything else. Gemma had heard of berserkers, too, or she wouldn"t be gripping the arms of her acceleration seat like that. She knew just as well as he did that it intended to destroy every speck of life on Botea, including the nematej. And Pat and Gemma, who had just happened by.
"If it had seen us, it would have blown us up," Gemma said. "Which means it didn"t. And it must not be picking up what we"re saying either."
Which meant they could stop whispering, but they didn"t. "It may think we"re just a satellite. Which means our best bet is to stay where we are and wait till we"ve got Botea between us."
"How long will that be?"
Pat held the voice-terminal right up to his lips. "Figure out how long before we"re out of line-of-sight with the berserker," he said softly.
"Eleven minutes, nineteen seconds," the computer said, and the sound was like an explosion in the cabin.
Gemma flinched.
"Keep it down," Pat said. "All right, I want you to transmit pictures of the berserker down to Botea.
Section-by-section holos, infra, x-ray, everything you"ve got. No wait. Put them on independents. No transmissions. And switch to visual-only for now. Go back to voice when we go out of line-of-sight."
"Thank you," Gemma said. "I know it can"t hear us, but..." She drew a ragged breath and leaned forward to watch the screen with him.
What Pat saw made him feel a little better, but not much. The berserker had taken a beating. Half of its back end was missing. He didn"t know where a berserker carried its a.r.s.enal, but losing a chunk that big had to have hurt something. He wondered if this was the berserker that had destroyed the settlement on Polara. If it was, they"d certainly put up a good fight. And the berserker had killed them all, he reminded himself.
"Eleven minutes," Gemma said, as if the computer had said, "a century," and Pat knew exactly how she felt. He itched to put the harpy on manual and take her down himself right then. He knew that would be suicide, but anything would be better than sitting here for the next ten minutes, wondering when the berserker was going to notice they weren"t satellite and blow them apart.
He spoke into the voice-terminal again. "Put a countdown on the screen, and do everything you can to get us ready for a descent. And give me a two-minute warning."
He glared it the screen, wishing he had access to the computer"s memory banks. Maybe the report from Polara and all the other berserker data Adamant had sent could be put together with the pictures he was taking to come up with a fool-proof plan for destroying the berserker with only two atomic guns and some exploders. He didn"t dare ask for information, though. It would have to be transmitted from the main Computer, and the berserker was bound to pick it up. He couldn"t call for help either, for the same reason. Not that sending out a mayday could do any good. By the time the message crawled to Candlestone, they"d be long gone.
"It looks like it"s been in a fight," Gemma said, peering at the screen, "Maybe there are ships still chasing it."
Not if it just came from Polara, Pat thought. He was about to say it when he got a good look at Gemma.
She looked scared to death, her shoulders hunched forward as if she were waiting for someone to hit her. The computer spit an independent out of its output, and she took it and held it without even realizing what she was doing. Her eyes were fixed on the computer; the countdown read six minutes.
He said instead, "You bet. They"re probably right on its tail. We"ll send out a mayday as soon as we get back down and tell them where it is."
"Will we get back down?" she said.
"Are you kidding? I always take my girls home."
She gave him a ghost of a smile.
"As soon as we get back to the computer, we"ll feed all these pictures in and see if we can come up with a plan to blow that berserker apart."
She wasn"t even listening to him. "When do you think it will attack?" she said.
"Not for a while. It"s probably laying up here for repairs, which means as long as it thinks we don"t know it"s here, it probably won"t do anything at all. Maybe we can hit it before it has a chance to repair itself."
"Oh," she said, and looked relieved.
Pat wished he"d convinced himself. Even if the berserker had holed up off Botea to lick its wounds, it could still send down a deadly berserker android, armed with lasers and poisonous gases, that would be more than a match for them and the Cotabote.
The Cotabote. He"d forgotten all about them. They"d never cooperate, even if they knew what a berserker was. And why would they believe there was a deadly war-machine orbiting their planet when they hadn"t believed anything he"d ever told them?
""When we get back down," Pat said, and was amazed at how confident he was when he said that, "we"re going to have to the computer down in the mine. It"s the safest place. We can carry enough self-contained to make it self-sufficient. That way even if the berserker blows my office apart, we can still figure out a plan. The berserker won"t be able to touch us in the mine. Okay?"
"Okay," Gemma said, which told Pat just how scared she was. She"d forgotten all about the Cotabote, too, and he wasn"t going to remind her. Not until he had her and the computer safely down in the mine, with the fire doors shut.
"Well," he said. "What do you think of our first date so far?"
She looked over at him, shocked, and then tried to smile. "Is going out with you always this exciting?"
she said gamely, though her voice still had a tremor in it.
"That"s what I"ve been trying to tell you for months," he said. "Wait"ll you see where I take you on our next date."
"You will be out of line-of-sight in two minutes," the computer said.
Gemma sucked in her breath.
Pat asked the computer for a compensated visual of the berserker, and they both sat and watched it for what seemed like a lifetime, waiting for it to spit a missile oat of its side, even though it was really already far behind them. The countdown read fifteen seconds.
"Hold on, kid," Pat said, and started the jets.
She looked over at him.
"Sorry to take you home so early, but I"ve got a late date."
The descent seemed to take forever. Pat held his breath the entire time, convinced a little thing like a planet wouldn"t stop a berserker. The computer spit out independents, like ticks of a deadly clock, and Gemma picked them up and held them without even looking at them.
"Entering atmosphere," the computer said, and they both jumped.
"Put her on manual," Pat said, and nose-dived straight through the clouds.
Gemma pressed back against her seat, her eyes closed and the handful of independents clutched to her like a baby. Pat brought the harpy up sharply and headed for the office.
"We made it," he said. "Now if the office is still there, we"re in business."
Gemma handed Pat the deck of independents and undid her straps. "What do you want me to do?"
"You grab the independents and as much self-contained as you can carry. I"ll get the rest. And the terminal."
"Are you going to send out a mayday?"
"No. We"ll take the transmitter with us. If I send it from the office, the berserker"ll know that"s where we are and we won"t have an office." They were coming in over the sharp-pointed trees to the office clearing.
"Maybe we should go get the Cotabote first," Gemma said.
"We get the computer first," Pat said. "You don"t have to worry about the Cotabote. Even if the berserker sends a lander down it"ll probably take one look at old Sc.u.mbag and turn tail and run."
"This is hardly the time for a joke," Gemma said. "The Cotabote..."
"Can take care of themselves." He skidded the harpy to a stop. "Open the door," he said, and was out before it was fully up.
"Aren"t you going to take the command core with you?" Gemma asked.
"No. Leave it. Come on," he said, and took off at a dead ran for the office.
Scamballah was standing by the output, her spongy-looking arms folded across her chest. Her husband Rutchirrah-Retch, as Pat called him-who was shorter than his wife and shaped like a poisonous toadstool, was holding an array of the rectangular independents as if they were a hand of cards. "What are these?" he said, "The protests you have refused to file for us?""
"Give those to me," Pat said and made a grab for them.
Retch took a step backward. The output spit out another card. He scooped it up. "Adamant will hear about your striking a Cotabote. Gemenca, file a protest."
"Give me those independents right now," Pat said. "I don"t have time to play games with you."
"Pat," Gemma said, "Let me handle this." She turned to Scamballah. "It is a good thing I went on the orbital survey with Devlin. We discovered something terrible. A berserker."
Sc.u.mbag didn"t look impressed. "Don"t give me any stories. I know you let Devil vile you while you were in the harpy with him. That"s why you wanted to go with him, isn"t it? So you and he could do filthy things together?"
"Why, you foul-mouthed old witch!" Pat said. "She"s trying to save your life. Don"t waste your time, Gemma. Get the self-contained. I"ll..."
"I said I"d handle this," Gemma said grimly. "Get the transmitter and everything else you"re taking.
Rutchirrah, give him the independents, and I will tell you everything that happened."
"You see, she admits it, Rutchirrah!" Scambailah said. "I told you this would happen." She was shaking her finger in front of his nose now. Pat made a grab for the independents and stuffed them in his jacket.
Rutchirrah bellowed. Pat started cramming self-contained into a smash sack.
"He viled you, didn"t he?" Sc.u.mbag said.
"Listen to me," Gemma said. "There is a berserker in the sky above Botea, high up, above the clouds where you can"t see it. It is a terrible war machine. It will kill us all. We have to..."
"Did he vile you?" Sc.u.mbag shrieked. "Did he?"
Gemma didn"t say anything for a minute, she just looked at Sc.u.mbag, and Pat was sure she was going to give up. He waited, ready to hand her the transmitter and a sack.
"He tried to vile me," she said, "but I wouldn"t let him."
"Oh, thanks a lot," Pat said. He back-to-backed a voice-terminal and the transmitter and put them inside his jacket. He reached above his head for the two energy rifles.
"I will tell you all about it," Gemma said. "But first you must come with me into the mines. You and all the Cotabote. We will be safe there."
"Safe? In the mines? With Devil? He will try to vile us all."
"That"s it," Pat said. "We"re going. If the Cotabote don"t want to go down in the mines, they can stay here and make friends with the berserker. They should get along great."
"You go on if you have to," Gemma said. "I"m not leaving until I"ve explained this to the Cotabote."
"Explained it? You can"t explain anything to them. All they care about is whether I put my filthy hands on you." The output spit out another independent and clicked off. Retch made a move toward it, and Pat s.n.a.t.c.hed it away. "For your information, I did put my filthy hands on her. And at the time"-he looked hard at Gemma-"at the time she to like it. Now, of course, she has another version of the story," He grabbed up his energy rifle and started down the steps. "I"ll be at the wormhole by the river if you change your mind," he said, and walked out of the clearing.
Before he was even halfway to the wormhole, he knew he should never have left her. He should have slung her over his shoulder like the filthy viler the Cotabote thought he was, and carried her off with him.
The Cotabote would probably all have followed him then, just to watch.
He almost turned around. Instead he stopped, and hooked up a self-contained to the terminal. "Do you see anything entering the atmosphere?" he asked.
"No."
A single self-contained limited the computer to straight yes and no answers, but that should be enough until he got to the wormhole. ""Beep me if any object enters the atmosphere from now on," he said, stuffing the terminal back in his jacket.
That should give him some warning so fee could go back and get Gemma if the berserker tried to land an android. He hadn"t even bothered to have the computer check for poison gases or viruses. If the berserker was going to destroy the whole planet, he"d rather die without knowing what he"d done to Gemma.
The wormhole had a heap of th.o.r.n.y nematej branches in front of it, offerings the Cotabote had left for the worm, who they were convinced would come plowing up out of the earth and eat them alive, no matter how many times Pat told them he wouldn"t let that happen. Since when have they ever believed anything I told them? he thought bitterly, and kicked the thorns out of the way."
"Open the door," he said loudly. The ma.s.sive metal door slid up. Adamant called the worm-built barriers fire doors, and in official doc.u.ments said that they were constructed throughout the mines and at all surface contact points to prevent the spread of underground coal fires, but Pat knew perfectly well what they were for. Adamant had given him atomic guns and two energy rifles to fight off diamond thieves, but if he didn"t succeed he was supposed to close the doors before he died so the diamonds would be safe.
It said so in his contract. He wished he could do that with the berserker, but he was afraid it wasn"t that easy.
The doors certainly wouldn"t hold up against an atomic, and although it would be possible to shut down the ventilators and breathe the stored oxygen the worms used for fuel, they couldn"t do that for very long.
The berserker would wait.
Pat unslung his pack and set up the terminal just inside the door. He switched on the inspection lights, but left the door open. He asked again, "Do you see any objects entering the atmosphere now?"
"No," the computer said.
"Good." He finished hooking up the self-contained, lining it up along one of the oxygen tubes that ran the length of the worm trail.
"Have any objects entered the atmosphere?" he asked again, now that he could get a more complete answer.