She studied his face. "The baby?"
She"d seen it too, then. "You just left the baby. She"s fine, isn"t she?"
"They"re both fine. Sleeping. Harry?" She was the only one who called him that. "What is it?"
"No, nothing"s bothering me. You know everything I know. It"s just that . .
"Well?"
"It"s just that I want to do everything right. This is so important. So I keep checking back on myself, because there"s no one I can call in to check my work. Can you understand what I"m getting at?"
She pursed her lips. Then said, "I know that the only baby in the world could get a lot more attention than she needs. There shouldn"t be too many people around her, and they should all be smiling. That"s important to a baby."
Doc watched as she took off her clothes and got into bed. The slight swell of her pregnancy was just beginning to show. Within six months there would be nine more children on Ridgeback, and one would be theirs.
Predictably, Brew"s and Nat"s daughter became Eve.
It seemed n.o.body but Doc had noticed anything odd about Eve. Even laymen know better than to expect a newborn child to be pretty. A baby Doesn"t begin to look like a baby until it is weeks old. The cherubs of the Renaissance paintings of Foucquet or Conegliano were taken from two year-olds. Naturally Eve looked odd, and most of the colony, who had never seen newborn children, took it in their stride. . .
But Doc worried.
The ship"s library was a world"s library. It was more comprehensive, and held more microfilm and holographically encoded information than any single library on earth. Doc spent weeks running through medical tapes, and got no satisfaction thereby.
Eve wasn"t sick. She was a "good baby"; she gave no more trouble than usual, and no less. Nat had no difficulty nursing her, which was good, as there were no adult cows available on Ridgeback.
Doc pulled a microfisch chip out of the viewer and yawned irritably. The last few weeks had cost him his adjustment to Ridgeback time, and gained him . . . well, a kind of general education in pediatrics. There was nothing specific to look for, no handle on the problem.
Bluntly put, Eve was an ugly baby.
There was nothing more to say, and nothing to do but wait.
Roy and Cynnie showed their tapes for the year. Cynnie had a good eye for detail. Until he watched the camera view trucking from the landing craft past the line of houses on Main Street, to Brew, to a closeup of Brew"s house, Doc had never noticed how Brew"s house reflected Brew himself. It was designed like the others: tall and squarish, with a sloped roof and small window. But the stones in Brew"s house were twice the size of those in Doc"s house. Brew was proud of his strength.
Roy was in orbit on Year Day, but Cynnie stayed to cover the festivities, such as they were. Earth"s hypothetical eager audience staff hadn"t seen Year Day One. Jase spoke for the camera, comparing the celebration with the first Thanksgiving Day in New England. He was right: it was a feast, a display of the variety of foods Ridgeback was now producing, and not much more than that.
His wife June sang a nondenominational hymn, and they all followed along, each in his own key. Nat fed Eve a bit of corncake and fruit juice, and the colonists applauded Eve"s gurgling smile.
The folks back on Earth might not have thought it very exciting, but to the Ridgebackers it meant everything. This was food they had grown themselves. All of them had bruises or blisters or calluses from weeding or harvesting. They were more than a community now, they were a world, and the fresh fruit and vegetables, and the hot breads, tasted better than anything they could have imagined.
Six months after the birth of Eve, Doc was sure. There was a problem.
The children of Ridgeback totaled seven. Two of the women had miscarried, fewer than he might have feared, and without complications. Jill was still carrying hers, and Doc was beginning to wonder; but it wasn"t serious yet. Jill was big and strong with wide hips and a deep bust. Even now Greg was hard put to keep her from commandeering one of the little flyers and jouncing off to the coastline to check the soil, or inland to supervise the fresh water fish preserve. Give her another week .
The night Elise had delivered their child, it had been special. She had had a dry birth, with the water sack rupturing too early, and Doc had had to use a lubrication device. Elise was conscious during the entire delivery, eschewing painkillers for the total experience of her first birth. She delivered safely, for which Doc had given silent thanks. His nerves were sc.r.a.ped to super-sensitivity, and he found himself just sitting and holding her hand, whispering affection and encouragement to her, while Greg did much of the work. With Elise"s approval he named their son Gerald, shortened to Jerry. Jerry was three weeks old now, healthy and squalling, with a ferocious grip in his tiny hands.
But even a father"s pride could not entirely hide the squarish jawline, the eyes, the .
All the children had it, all the six recent ones. And Eve hadn"t lost it. Doc continued his research in the microlibrary, switching from pediatrics to genetics. He had a microscope and an electron microscope, worth their hundreds of thousands of dollars in transportation costs; he had sc.r.a.pings of his own flesh and Eve"s and Jerry"s. What he lacked was a n.o.bel Prize geneticist to stand behind his shoulder and point out what were significant deviations as opposed to his own poor slide preparation techniques.
He caught Brew looking at him at mealtimes, as though trying to raise the nerve to speak. Soon the big man would break through his inhibitions, Doc could see it coming. Or perhaps Nat would broach the question. Her eldest brother had been r.e.t.a.r.ded, and Doc knew she was sensitive about it. How long could it be before that pain rose to the surface?
And what would he say to them then?
It was not a mutation. One could hardly expect the same mutation to hit all of seven couples in the same way.
It was no disease. The children were phenomenally healthy.
So Doc worked late into the night, sometimes wearing a black scowl as he retraced dead ends. He needed advice, and advice was 11.9 light years away. Was he seeing banshees? n.o.body else had noticed anything. Naturally not; the children all looked normal, for they all looked alike. Only Brew seemed disturbed. h.e.l.l, it was probably Doc that was worrying Brew, just as it was Doc that worried Elise. He ought to spend more time with Elise and Jerry.
Jill lost her baby. It was stillborn, pitiful in its frailty. Jill turned to Greg as the dirt showered down on the cloth that covered her child, biting her lip savagely, trying to stop the tears. She and her husband held each other for a long moment, then, with the rest of the colonists, they walked back to the dwellings.
The colonists had voted early, and unanimously, to give up coffins on Ridgebaek. Humans who died here would give their bodies to the conquest of the planet. Doc wondered if a coffin would have made this ceremony easier, more comforting in its tradition. Probably not, he thought. Dead is dead.
Doc went home with Elise. He"d been spending more time there lately, and less time with the microscopes. Jerry was crawling now, and he crawled everywhere; you had to watch him like a hawk. He could pick his parents unerringly out of a crowd of adults, and he would scamper across the floor, cooing, his eyes alight. . . his deepset brown eyes.
It was a week later that Jase came to him. After eight hours of labor June had finally released her burden. For a newborn infant the body was big and strong, though in any normal context he was a fragile, precious thing. As father, Jase was ent.i.tled to see him first. He looked down at his son and said, "He"s just like the others." His eyes and his voice were hollow, and at that moment Doc could no longer see the jovial colony leader who called squaredanees at the weekly hoedown.
"Of course he is."
"Look, don"t con me, Doc. I was eight when Cynnie was born. She didn"t look like any of them. And she never looked like Eve."
"Don"t you think that"s for me to say?"
"Yes. And d.a.m.ned quick!"
Doc rubbed his jaw, considering. If he was honest with himself he had to admit he ached to talk to somebody. "Let"s make it tomorrow. In the ship"s library."
Jase"s strong hand gripped his arm. "Now."
"Tomorrow, Jase. I"ve got a lot to say, and there are things in the library you ought to see."
"Here," he said, dialing swiftly. A page appeared on the screen, three-quarters ill.u.s.tration, and one-quarter print to explain it. "Notice the head? And the hands. Eve"s fingers are longer than that. Her forehead slopes more. But look at these." He conjured up a series of growth states paired with silhouettes of bone structure.
"She"s maturing much faster than normal."
"At first I didn"t think anything about the head. Any infant"s head is distorted during pa.s.sage from the uterus. It goes back to normal if the birth wasn"t difficult. And you can"t tell much from the features; all babies look pretty much alike. But the hands and arms bothered me."
"And now?"
"See for yourself Her face is too big and her skull is too small and too flat. And I don"t like the jaw, or the thin lips." Doc rubbed his eyes wearily. "And there"s the hair. That much hair isn"t unheard of at that age, but taken with everything else . . . you can see why I was worried."
"And all the kids look just like her. Even Jase Junior."
"Even Jerry. And Jill"s stillbirth."
In the ship"s library there was a silence as of mourning.
Jase said, "We"ll have to tell Earth. The colony is a failure."
Doc shook his head. "We"d better see how it develops first."
"We can"t have normal children, Doc."
"I"m not ready to give up, Jase. And if it"s true, we can"t go back to Earth, either."
"What? Why?"
"This thing isn"t a mutation. Not in us, it can"t be. What it could be is a virus replacing some of the genes. A virus is a lot like a free-floating chromosome anyway. If we"ve got a disease that keeps us from having normal children-"
"That"s stupid. A virus here, waiting for us, where there"s nothing for it to live on but plankton? You-"
"No, no, no. It had to come with us. Something like the common cold could have mutated aboard ship. There was enough radiation outside the shielding. Someone sneezes in the airlock before he puts his helmet on. A year later someone else inhales the mutant."
Jase thought it through. "We can"t take it back to Earth."
"Right. So what"s the hurry? It"d be twenty-four years before they could answer a cry for help. Let"s take our time and find out what we"ve really got."
"Doc, in G.o.d"s name, what can we tell the others?"
"Nothing yet. When the time comes I"ll tell them."
Those few months were a busy time for Ridgeback"s doctor. Then they were over. The children were growing, and most of the women were pregnant, including Angie and Jill, who had both had miscarriages. Never again would all the women of Ridgeback be having children in one ear shattering population explosion.
Now there was little work for Doc. He spoke to Jase, who put him on the labor routines. Most of the work was agricultural, with the heavy jobs handled by machines. Robot trucks, trailing plows, scored rectangular patterns across the land.
The fenced bay was rich in Earthborn plankton, and now there were larger forms to eat the plankton. Occasionally Greg opened the filter to let discolored water spread out into the world, contaminating the ocean.
At night the colonists watched news from Earth, 11.9 years in transit, and up to a year older before Roy boarded the starship to beam it down. They strung the program out over the year in hour segments to make it last longer. There were no wars in progress, to speak of; the Procyon colony project had been abandoned; Macrostructures Inc. was still trying to build an interstellar ramjet. It all seemed very distant.
Jase came whistling into Doc"s lab, but backed out swiftly when he saw that he had interrupted a counseling session with Cynnie and Roy. Doc was the closest thing the colony had to a marriage therapist. Jase waited outside until the pair had left, then trotted in.
"Rough day?"
"Yeah. Jase, Roy and Cynnie don"t fight, do they?"
"They never did. They"re like twins. Married people do get to be like each other, but those two overdo it sometimes."
"I knew it. There"s something wrong, but it"s not between them." Doc rubbed his eyes on his sleeve. "They were sounding me out, trying to get me talking about the children without admitting they"re scared. Anyway what"s up?"
Jase brought his hands from behind his back. He had two bamboo poles rigged for fishing. "What say we exercise our manly prerogatives?"
"Ye G.o.ds! In our private sp.a.w.ning ground?"
"Why not? It"s big enough. There are enough fish. And we can"t let the surplus go; they"d starve. It"s a big ocean."
By now the cultivated strip of topsoil led tens of miles north and south along the continent. Jill claimed that life would spread faster that way, outward from the edges of the strip. The colony was raising its own chicken eggs and fruit and vegetables. On Landing Day they"d been the first in generations to taste moa meat, whose rich flavor had come that close to making the New Zealand bird extinct. Why shouldn"t they catch their own fish?
They made a full weekend of it. They hauled a prefab with them on the flyer and set it up on the barren sh.o.r.e. For three days they fished with the springy bamboo poles. The fish were eager and trusting. They ate some of their catch, and stored the rest for later.
On the last day Jase said, "I kept waiting to see you lose some of that uptight look. You finally have, a little, I think."
"Yeah. I"m glad this happened, Jase."
"Okay. What about the children?"
He didn"t need to elaborate. Doc said, "They"ll never be normal."
"Then what are they?"
"I dunno. How do you tell people who came twelve light years to build a world that their heirs will be . . ." he groped for words. "Whatever. Changed. Animals."
"Christ. What a mess."
"Give me time to tell Elise. . . if she hasn"t guessed by now. Maybe she has."
"How long?"
"A week, maybe. Give us time to be off with Jerry. Might make it easier if we"re with him."
"Or harder."
"Yeah, there"s that." He cast his line out again. "Anyway, she"ll keep the secret, and she"d never forgive me if I didn"t tell her first. And you"d better tell June the night before I make the big announcement." The words seemed to catch in his throat and he hung his head, miserable.
Tentatively Jase said, "It"s absolutely n.o.body"s fault."
"Oh, sure. I was just thinking about the last really big announcement I helped to make. Years ago. Seems funny now, Doesn"t it? "It"s safe, people. You can start dreaming now. Go ahead and have those babies, folks. It"s all right . . ." His voice trailed off and he looked to Jase in guilty confusion. "What could I do, Jase? It"s like thalidomide. In the beginning, it all looked so wonderful."
Jase was silent, listening to the sound of water lapping against the boat. "I just hate to tell Earth, that"s all," he finally said in a low voice. "It"ll be like giving up. Even if we solve this thing, they"d never risk sending another ship."
"But we"ve got to warn them."
"Doc, what"s happening to us?"
"I don"t know."
"How hard have you-no, never mind." Jase pulled his line in, baited it and sent it whipping out again. Long silences are in order when men talk and fish.
"Jase, I"d give anything I have to know the answer. Some of the genes look different in the electron microscope. Maybe. h.e.l.l, it"s all really too fuzzy to tell, and I don"t really know what it means anyway. None of my training antic.i.p.ated anything like this. You try to think of something."
"Alien invasion."
Pause. "Oh, really?"
Jase"s line jumped. He wrestled in a deep sea ba.s.s and freed the hook. He said, "It"s the safest, most painless kind of invasion. They find a world they want, but there"s an intelligent species in control. So they design a virus that will keep us from bearing intelligent children. After we"re gone they move in at their leisure. If they like they can use a countervirus, so the children can bear human beings again for slaves."
The bamboo pole seemed dead in Doc"s hands. He said, "That"s uglier than anything I"ve thought of."
"Well?"