That had given him a window of opportunity for a little sh.o.r.e leave, in a base-town that catered to some fairly heavy s.p.a.ce-going traffic, and he had taken it.
Now he was sorry he had...oh, not for any serious reasons. He hadn"t gotten drunk, or mugged, or into trouble. No, he"d only made a fool out of himself.
Only.
He"d gone out looking for company in the s.p.a.ceport section, hanging around in the pubs and food-bars. He"d gotten more than one invitation, too, but the one he had followed up on was from a dark-haired, blue-eyed, elfin little creature with an infectious laugh and a nonstop smile. "Bet" was her name, and she was a fourth-generation s.p.a.cer, following in her family"s footloose tradition.
He hadn"t wondered what had prompted his choice-hadn"t even wondered why he had so deviated from his normal "type" of brown-haired, brown-eyed and athletic. He and the girl-who it turned out was the crew chief of an AI-freighter-had a good time together. They hit a show, had some dinner-and by mutual agreement, wound up in the same hotel room.
He still still hadn"t thought about his choice of company; then came the moment of revelation. hadn"t thought about his choice of company; then came the moment of revelation.
When, in the midst of intimacy, he called her "Tia."
He could have died, right then and there. Fortunately the young lady was understanding; Bet just giggled, called him "Giorgi" back, and they went on from there. And when they parted, she kissed him, and told him that his "Tia" was a lucky wench, and to give her Bet"s regards.
Thank the spirits of s.p.a.ce he didn"t have to tell her the truth. All she"d seen was the CS uniform and the s.p.a.cer habits and speech patterns; he could have been anything. She certainly wasn"t thinking "brawn" when she had picked him up, and he hadn"t told her what he did for the Courier Service.
Instead of going straight back to the ship, he dawdled; visited a multi-virtual amus.e.m.e.nt park, and took five of the wildest adventures it offered. It took all five to wash the embarra.s.sment of his slip out of his recent memory, to put it into perspective.
But nothing would erase the meaning of what he had done. And it was just his good fortune-and Tia"s-that his partner hadn"t known who Tia was. Brawns had undergone Counseling for a lot less. CS had a nasty reputation for dealing with slips like that one. They wouldn"t risk one of their precious sh.e.l.lpersons in the hands of someone who might become so obsessed with her that he would try to get at the physical body.
He returned to the docks in a decidedly mixed state of mind, and with no ideas at all about what-if anything-he could do about it.
Tia greeted her brawn cheerfully as soon as he came aboard, but she left him alone for a little while he got himself organized-or as organized as Alex ever got. "I"ve got the pa.s.senger roster," she said, once he"d stowed his gear. "Want to see them, see what we"re getting for the next couple of weeks?"
"Sure," Alex replied, perking up visibly. He had looked tired when he came in; Tia reckoned shrewdly that he had been celebrating his sh.o.r.e leave a little too heavily. He wasn"t suffering from a hangover, but it looked to her as if he"d done his two-day pa.s.s to the max, squeezing twenty-two hours of fun into every twenty-four hour period. He dropped down into his chair and she brought up her screens for him.
"Here"s our team leader, Doctor Izak Hollister-Aspen." The Evaluation team leader was an elderly man; a quad-doc, as thin as a gra.s.s stem, clean-shaven, silver-haired, and so frail-looking Tia was half-afraid he might break in the first high wind. "He"s got four doctorates, he"s published twelve books and about two hundred papers, and he"s been head of twenty-odd teams already. He also seems to have a pretty good sense of humor. Listen."
She let the file-fragment run. "I must admit," Aspen said, in a cracked and quavery voice, "there are any number of my colleagues who would say that I should sit behind my desk and let younger bodies take over this dig. Well," he continued, cracking a smile. "I am going to do something like that. I"m going to sit behind my desk in my dome, and let the younger bodies of my team members take over the digging. Seems to me that"s close enough to count."
Alex chuckled. "I like him already. I was afraid this trip was going to be a bore."
"Not likely, with him around. Well, this is our second-in-command, double-doc Siegfried Haakon-Fritz. And if this lad had been in charge, I think it might have been a truly dismal trip." She brought up the image of Fritz, who was a square-jawed, steely-eyed, stern-faced monument. He could have been used as the model for any ortho-Communist memorial statue to The Glorious Worker In Service To The State. Or maybe the Self-Righteous In Search Of A Convert. There was nothing like humor anywhere in the man"s expression. It looked to her as if his head might crack in half if he ever smiled. "This is all I have, five minutes of silent watching. He didn"t say a word. But maybe he doesn"t believe in talking when it"s being recorded."
"Why not?" Alex asked curiously. "Is he paranoid about being recorded or something?"
"He"s a Practical Darwinist," she told him.
"Oh, brother, brother," Alex replied with disgust. The Practical Darwinists had their own sort of notoriety, and Tia was frankly surprised to find one in the Inst.i.tute at all. They were generally concentrated in the soft sciences-when they were in the sciences at all. Personally, Tia did not consider political science to be particularly scientific....
"His political background is kind of dubious," she continued, "but since there"s nothing anyone can hang on him, it simply says in the file that his politics have not always been those of the Inst.i.tute. That"s bureaucratic double-talk for someone they would rather not trust, but have no reason to keep them out of positions of authority."
"Got you." Alec nodded. "So, we"ll just not mention politics around him, and we"ll make sure it"s one of the forbidden subjects in the main cabin. Who"s next?"
"These are our post-docs; they have their hard science doctorates, and now they"re working on their archeology doctorates." She split her center screen and installed them both on it at once. "On the right, Les Dimand-Taylor, human; on the right, Treel rish-Yr nal-Leert, Rayanthan. Treel is female. Les has a Bio Doc, and Treel Xenology."
"Hmm, for Treel wouldn"t Xenology be the study of humans humans?" Alex pointed out. Les was a very intense fellow, thin, heavily tanned, very fit-looking, but with haunted eyes. Treel"s base-type seemed to be cold-weather mammalian, as she had a pelt of very fine, dense brown fur that extended down onto her cheekbones. Her round, black eyes stared directly into the lens, seeing everything, and giving the viewer the impression that she was cataloging it all.
"No audio on the post-docs, just static file pictures," she continued. "They"re attached to Aspen."
"Not to Old Stone Face?" Alex asked. "Never mind. Any grad student or post-doc he"d have would be a clonal copy of himself. I can"t imagine any other type staying with him for long."
"And here are our grad students." Again she split the screen. "Still working on the first doctorate. Both male. Aldon Reese-Tambuto, human; and Fred, from Dushayne."
"Fred?" Alex spluttered. Understandably. The Dushaynese could not possibly have looked less less human; he had a square, flat head-literally. Flat on top, flat face, flattened sides. He was bright green and had no mouth, just a tiny hole below his nostril slits. Dushaynese were vegetarian to an extreme; on their homeworld they lived on tree sap and fruit juice. Out in the larger galaxy they did very well on sucrose-water and other liquids. They had, as a whole, very good senses of humor. human; he had a square, flat head-literally. Flat on top, flat face, flattened sides. He was bright green and had no mouth, just a tiny hole below his nostril slits. Dushaynese were vegetarian to an extreme; on their homeworld they lived on tree sap and fruit juice. Out in the larger galaxy they did very well on sucrose-water and other liquids. They had, as a whole, very good senses of humor.
"Fred?" Alex repeated.
"Fred," she said firmly. "Very few humans would be able to reproduce his real name. His vocal organ is a vibrating membrane in the top of his head. He does human speech just fine, but we can"t manage his." She blanked her screens. "I"ll spare you their speeches; they are very eager, very typical young grad students and this will be their first dig."
"Save me-" Alex moaned.
"Be nice," she said firmly. "Don"t disillusion them. Let the next two years take care of that."
He waved his hands vigorously. "Far be it from me to let them know what gruesome fate awaits them. What was the chance of death on a dig? Twenty percent? And there"s six of them?"
"The chance of catching something non-fatal is a lot higher," she pointed out. "Actually, the honor of being the fatality usually goes to the post-docs or the second-in-command; they"re the ones doing the major explorations when a dig hits something like a tomb. The grad students usually are put to sifting sand and cataloging pottery shards."
Alex didn"t get a chance to respond to that, for the first members of the team arrived at the lock at that moment, and he went down the lift to welcome them aboard, while Tia directed the servos in storing most of their baggage in the one remaining empty hold. As they came up the lift, both the young "men" were chattering away at high speed, with Alex in the middle, nodding sagely from time to time and clearly not catching more than half of what they said. Tia decided to rescue him.
"Welcome aboard, Fred, Aldon," she said, cutting through the chatter with her own, higher-pitched voice.
Silence, as both the grad students looked around for the speaker.
Fred caught on first, and while his face remained completely without expression, he had already learned the knack of displaying human-type emotions with his voice. "My word!" he exclaimed with delight, "you are a brainship, are you not, dear lady?"
As a final incongruity, he had adopted a clipped British accent to go along with his voice.
"Precisely, sir," she replied. "AH One-Oh-Three-Three at your service, so to speak."
"Wow," Aldon responded, clearly awestruck. "We get to ride in a brainship? They"ve actually put us on a brainship? Wow, PTAs don"t even get rides from brainships! I"ve never even seen a brainship before-Uh, hi, what"s your real name?" He turned slowly, trying to figure out which way to face.
"Hypatia, Tia for short," she replied, tickled by the young beings" responses. "Don"t worry about where to look, just a.s.sume I"m the whole ship. I am, you know. I even have eyes in your quarters-" she chuckled at Aldon"s flush of embarra.s.sment "-but don"t worry, I won"t use them. Your complete privacy is important to us."
"I can show you the cabins, and you can pick the ones you want," Alex offered. "They"re all the same; I"m just reserving the one nearest the main cabin for Doctor Hollister-Aspen."
"Stellar!" Aldon enthused. "Wow, this is better than the liner coming in! I had to share a cabin with Fred and two other guys."
"Quite correct," Fred seconded. "I enjoyed Aldon"s company, but the other two were-dare I say-spoiled young reprobates? High Family affectations without the style, the connections, or the Family. Deadly bores, I a.s.sure you, and a spot of privacy will be welcome. Shall we, then?"
The two grad students were unpacking their carry-on baggage when the two post-docs arrived, this time singly. Treel arrived first, accepted the greetings with the calm, intense demeanor of a Zen Master, and took the first cabin she was offered.
Les Dimand-Taylor was another case altogether. It was obvious to Tia the moment he came aboard-without the automatic salute he made to her column-that he was ex-military. He confirmed her a.s.sumption as soon as Alex offered him a cabin. the automatic salute he made to her column-that he was ex-military. He confirmed her a.s.sumption as soon as Alex offered him a cabin.
"Anything will do, old man," he said, with a kind of nervous cheer. "Better than barracks, that"s for sure. Unless-lady Tia, you don"t have anything that makes an unexpected noise in the middle of the night, do you? I"m afraid-" he laughed a little shakily "-I"m afraid I"m just a little twitchy about noises when I"m asleep. What they euphemistically call "unfortunate experiences." I"ll keep my door locked so I don"t disturb anyone but-"
"Give him the cabin next to Treel, Alex," she said firmly. "Doctor Dimand-Taylor-"
"Les, my dear," he replied, with a thin smile. "Les to you and your colleagues, always. Pulled me out of a tight spot, one of you BB teams did. Besides, when people hear my t.i.tle they tend to start telling me about their backs and innards. Hate to have to tell them that I"d only care about their backs if the too, too solid flesh had been melted off the bones for the past thousand years or so."
"Les, then," she said. "I a.s.sume you know Treel?"
"Very well. A kind and considerate lady. If you have her a.s.signed as my neighbor, she"s so quiet I never know she"s there." He seemed relieved that Tia didn"t press him for details on the "tight spot" he"d he"d been in. been in.
"That cabin and hers are buried in the sound-proofing around the holds," Tia told him. "You shouldn"t hear anything-and I can generate white-noise for you at night, if you"d like."
He relaxed visibly. "That would be charming of you, thanks awfully. My superior, Doc Aspen, told the others about my little eccentricities, so they know not to startle me. So we should be fine."
He went about his unpacking, and Alex returned to the main cabin.
"Commando," Tia said succinctly.
"That in his records?" Alex asked. "I"m surprised they left that there. Not saying where, though, are they?"
"If you know where to look and what to look at, the fact that he was a commando is is in his records," she told her brawn. "But where-that"s not in the Inst.i.tute file. It"s probably logged somewhere. Remember not to walk quietly, my dear." in his records," she told her brawn. "But where-that"s not in the Inst.i.tute file. It"s probably logged somewhere. Remember not to walk quietly, my dear."
"Since I"d rather not get karate-chopped across the throat, that sounds like a good idea." He thought for a moment and went off to his cabin, returning with what looked like a bracelet with a bell on it. "These things went into fashion a couple of months ago, and I bought one, but I didn"t like it." He bent over to fasten it around his boot. "There. Now he"ll hear me coming, in case I forget to stamp." The bell was not a loud one, but it was definitely producing an audible sound.
"Good idea-ah, here"s the Man himself-Alex, he"s going to need some help."
Alex hurried down to the lift area and gave Doctor Aspen a hand with his luggage. There wasn"t much of it, but Doctor Aspen was not capable of carrying much for long. Tia wondered what could have possessed the Inst.i.tute to permit this man to go out into the field again.
She found out, once he was aboard. His staff immediately cl.u.s.tered around him, fired with enthusiasm, as soon as he was settled in his cabin. He asked permission of Tia and Alex to move the convocation into the main cabin and use one of her screens.
"Certainly," Tia answered, when Alex deferred to her. She was quite charmed by Doctor Aspen, who called her "my lady," and accorded to her all the attention and politeness he gave his students and underlings.
As they moved into main room, Doctor Aspen turned toward her column. "I am told that you have some interest and education in archeology, my lady Tia," he said, as he settled into a seat near one of the side screens. "And you, too, Alex. Please, since you"ll be on-site with us, feel free to partic.i.p.ate. And if you know something we should, or notice something we miss, feel free to contribute."
Alex was obviously surprised; Tia wasn"t. She had gleaned some of this from the records. Aspen"s students stayed with him, went to enormous lengths to go on-site with him, went on to careers of their own full of warm praise for their mentor. Aspen was evidently that rarest of birds: the exceptional, inspirational teacher who was also a solid researcher and scientist.
Within moments, Aspen had drawn them all into his charmed circle, calling up the first team"s records, drawing his students-and even Alex-into making observations. Tia kept a sharp eye out for the missing member of the party, however, for she had the feeling that Haakon-Fritz had deliberately timed his entrance to coincide with the gathering of Aspen"s students. Tia figured that he wanted an excuse to feel slighted. She wasn"t going to give it to him.
She could-and did-hook herself into the s.p.a.ceport surveillance system, and she spotted Haakon-Fritz coming long before he was in range of her own sensors. Plenty of time to interrupt the animated discussion with a subtle, "Gentlebeings, Doctor Haakon-Fritz is crossing the tarmac."
Treel and Les exchanged a wordless look, but said nothing. Aspen simply smiled, and rose from his chair, as Tia froze the recording they had been watching. Alex hurried down the stairs to intercept Haakon-Fritz at the lift.
So instead of being greeted by the backs of those deep in discussion, the man found himself greeted by the Courier Service brawn, met at the top of the lift by the rest of his party, and given an especially hearty greeting by his superior.
His expression did not change so much as a hair, but Tia had the distinct feeling that he was disgruntled. "Welcome aboard, Doctor Haakon-Fritz," Tia said, as he shook hands briefly with the other members of his party. "We have a choice of five cabins for you, if you"d care-"
"If you have more than one cabin available," Haakon-Fritz interrupted rudely, speaking not to Tia, who he ignored, but to Alex, "I would like to see them all before I make a choice."
Tia knew Alex well enough by now to know that he was angry, but he covered it beautifully. "Certainly, Professor," he said, giving Haakon-Fritz the lesser of his t.i.tles. "If you"ll follow me-"
He led the way back into the cabin section, leaving Haakon-Fritz to carry his own bags.
Treel made a little growl that sounded like disgust; Fred rolled his eyes, which was the closest he could come to a facial expression. "My word," Fred said, his voice ripe with surprise. "That was certainly rude!" was certainly rude!"
"He ees a Practical Darweeneest," Treel replied, with a curl to her lip. "Your pardon, seer," she said to Aspen. "I know that you feel he ees a good scienteest, but I am glad he ees not the one in scharge."
Fred was still baffled. "Practical Darwinist?" he said. "Does someone want to explain to a baffled young veggie just what that might be and why why he was so rude to lady Tia?" he was so rude to lady Tia?"
Les took up the gauntlet with a sigh. "A Practical Darwinist is one who believes that Darwin"s Law applies to everything. everything. If someone is in an accident, they shouldn"t be helped, if an earthquake levels a city, no aid should be sent, if a plague breaks out, only the currently healthy should be inoculated; the victims should be isolated and live or die as the case may be." If someone is in an accident, they shouldn"t be helped, if an earthquake levels a city, no aid should be sent, if a plague breaks out, only the currently healthy should be inoculated; the victims should be isolated and live or die as the case may be."
Fred"s uneasy glance toward her column made Tia decide to spare Les the embarra.s.sment of stating the obvious. "And as you have doubtless surmised, the fanatical Practical Darwinists find the existence of sh.e.l.lpersons to be horribly horribly offensive. They won"t even acknowledge that we exist, given the option." offensive. They won"t even acknowledge that we exist, given the option."
Professor Aspen shook his head sadly. "A brilliant scientist, but tragically flawed by fanaticism," he said, as he took his seat again. "Which is why he has gotten as far as he will ever go. He had a chance-was given a solo Exploration dig-and refused to consider any evidence that did not support his own peculiar party-line. Now he is left to be the chief clerk of digs like ours." He looked soberly into the faces of his four students. "Let this be a lesson to you, gentlebeings. Never let fanatic devotion blind you to truth."
"Or, in other words," Tia put in blithely, "the problem with a fanatic is that their brains turn to tofu and they accept nothing as truth except what conforms to their ideas. What makes them dangerous is not that they"ll they"ll die to prove their truth, but that they"ll let die to prove their truth, but that they"ll let you you die-or take you with them-to prove it." die-or take you with them-to prove it."
"Well put, my lady." Doctor Aspen turned his attention back to the screen. "Now since I know from past experience that Haakon-Fritz will spend the time until takeoff sulking in his cabin-shall we continue with our discussion?"
The Exploration team had left the site in good shape; equipment stowed, domes inflated but sealed, open trenches covered to protect them. The Evaluation team erected two new living domes and a second laboratory dome in short order, and settled down to their work.
Everything seemed to be under control; now that the team was on-site, even the sulky Haakon-Fritz fell to and took on his share of the duties. There would seem to have been no need for AH One-Oh-Three-Three to remain on-planet when they could have been making the rounds of "their" established digs.
But that was not what regulations called for, and both Tia and Alex knew why, even if the members of the team didn"t. Regulations for a CS ship attached to Inst.i.tute duty hid a carefully concealed second agenda, when the ship placed a new Exploration or Evaluation team.
Archeological teams were put together with great care; not only because of the limited number of personnel, but because of their isolation. They were going to be in danger from any number of things-all of the hazards that Tia had listed to Alex on their first mission. There was no point in exposing them to danger from within.
So the prospective members of a given team were probed, tested, and Psyched to a fare-thee-well, both for individual stability and for interactive stability with the rest of the team. Still, mistakes could be made, and had been in the past. Sometimes those mistakes had led to a murder, or at least, an attempted murder.
When a psychological problem surfaced, it was usually right at the beginning of the stint, after the initial settling in period was over, and once a routine had been established and the stresses of the dig started to take their toll. About that time, if something was going to go wrong, it did. The team had several weeks in cramped quarters in transit to establish interpersonal relations; ideal conditions for cabin fever. Ideal conditions for stress to surface, and that stress could lead to severe interpersonal problems.
So regulations were that the courier, whether BB or fully-manned, was to manufacture some excuse to stay for several days, with the ship personnel staying inside and out of sight, but with the site being fully monitored from inside the ship. The things they were to look for were obvious personality conflicts, new behavioral quirks, or old ones going from "quirk" to "psychosis." Making sure there was nothing that might give rise to a midnight axe murder. It would not have been the first time that someone snapped under stress.
Alex was most worried about Les, muttering things about post-trauma syndrome and the fragility of combat veterans. Tia had her own picks for trouble, if if trouble came-either Fred or Aldon, for neither one of them had ever been on-site in a small dig before, and until he went to the Inst.i.tute, Aldon had never even been off-planet. Despite his unpleasantness to trouble came-either Fred or Aldon, for neither one of them had ever been on-site in a small dig before, and until he went to the Inst.i.tute, Aldon had never even been off-planet. Despite his unpleasantness to her her, Haakon-Fritz was brilliant and capable, and he had been on several digs before without any trouble surfacing. And now that they were all on-site, while he was distant, he was also completely cooperative, and his behavior in no way differed from his behavior on previous digs. There was no indication that he was likely to take his fanatic beliefs into his professional life. Fred and Aldon had only been part of a crew of hundreds with an Excavation team-where there were more people to interact with, fewer chances for personality stress, and no real trials to face but the day to day boredom of repet.i.tive work.
For the first couple of days, everything seemed to be just fine, not only as far as the personnel were concerned, but as far as the conditions. Both Tia and Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
Too soon by half.
For that night, the winter rains began.
Tia had been sifting through some of the records she"d copied at the base, looking for another potential investment prospect like Largo Draconis. It was late; very late-the site was quiet and dark, and Alex had called it a night. He was in his cabin, just about at the dreaming stage, and Tia was considering shutting down for her mandated three hours of DeepSleep-when the storm struck.
"Struck" was the operative word, for a wall of wind and rain hit her skin hard enough to rattle her for a moment, and that was followed by a blast of lightning and thunder that shook Alex out of bed.
"What?" he yelped, coming up out of sleep with a shout. "How? Who?"
He shook his head to clear it, as another peal of thunder made Tia"s walls vibrate. "What"s going on?" he asked, as Tia sank landing-spikes from her feet into the ground beneath her, to stabilize her position. "Are we under attack or something?"