Dr. Ba.n.u.s swivelled the computer screen on the table toward him and drew his finger down the gla.s.s face. "Oh, yes, everyone else was just fine. There are normally no ill effects from properly induced cryogenic sleep. You should be feeling "all go and on green" yourself."
"Yes, I do. May I make use of the communications center? I a.s.sume you notified my daughter, Fiona, when we escaped from the Nellie Mine Nellie Mine. I"d like to communicate with her that I"ve been found. She"s probably been worried sick about me. Unless, of course, there is an FTL shuttle going towards Tau Ceti soon? I must send her a message."
"Do you think she"s still there?" Satia asked, frowning at Stev.
Lunzie watched the exchange between the two. "It"s where I left her, in the care of a friend, another medical pract.i.tioner. She was only fourteen ..." Lunzie paused. The way the doctors were talking, it must have been a couple of years before they found the shuttle. Well, that was one of the risks of s.p.a.ce travel. Lunzie tried to see Fiona as she might be now, if she continued to grow into her long legs. The adolescent curves must be more mature now. Lunzie hoped her daughter"s mentor would have had the clothes-sense to guide the girl into becoming fashions instead of the radical leanings of teenagers. Then she noticed the overwhelming silence from the others, who were clearly growing more uncomfortable by the minute. Her intuition insisted something was wrong. Lunzie looked suspiciously at the pair. When an FTL trip between star systems alone could take two or three years, a cold sleep stint at that length would hardly provoke worry in modem psychologists. More? Five years? Ten?
"You"ve very neatly sidestepped the question several times, but I won"t allow you to do that any more. How long was I asleep? Tell me."
The others glanced nervously at each other. The tall doctor cleared his throat and sighed. "A long time," Stev said, casually, though Lunzie could tell it was forced. "Lunzie, it will do you no good to have me deceive you. I should have told you as you were waking up, to allow your mind to a.s.similate the information. I erred, and I apologise. It is just such an unusual case that I"m afraid my normal training failed me." Stev took a deep breath. "You"ve been in cryogenic sleep for sixty-two years."
Sixty-two --- Lunzie"s brain spun. She was prepared to be told that she had slept for a year, or two or three, even twelve, as Jilet had done, but sixty-two. She stared at the wall, trying to summon up even the image of a dream, anything that would prove to her that amount of time had pa.s.sed. Nothing. She hadn"t dreamed in cold sleep. No one did. She felt numb inside, trying to contain the shock. "That"s impossible. I feel as though the collision occurred only a few minutes ago. I closed my eyes there. I opened them here. There is no gap in my perception between then and now."
"You see why I found it so difficult to tell you, Lunzie," Stev said gently. "It isn"t so hard when the gap is under two years, as you know. That"s generally the interval we have here on the Platform, when a miner has an accident in the field and has to send for help. The sleeper falls a little behind in the news of the day, but there"s rarely a problem in a.s.similation. Working cryogenic technology is slightly over a hundred and forty years old. Your . . . er, interval is the longest I"ve ever been involved in. In fact, the longest I"ve ever heard of. We will help you in any way we can. You have but to ask."
Lunzie"s mind would still not translate sixty-two years into a perception of reality. "But that means my daughter ..." Her throat closed up, refusing to voice her astonished thoughts. Fumbling, her hand reached for the hologram sitting on the pull-out shelf next to the bed. She could have accepted a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old Fiona instead of the youth she left, but a woman of seventy-six, an old woman, more than twice her own age? "I"m only thirty-four, you know," she said.
Satia seated herself on the edge of the bed next to Lunzie and put a hand sympathetically on her arm. "I know."
"That means my daughter . . . grew up without me," Lunzie finished brokenly. "Had a career, boy-friends, children. ..." The smile in the Tri-D image beamed out at her, touching off memories of Fiona"s laughter in her ears, the unconscious grace of a leggy girl who would become a tall, elegant woman.
"Almost certainly," the female doctor agreed.
Lunzie put her face in her hands and cried. Satia gathered her in her arms and patted her hair with a gentle hand.
"Perhaps we should give you a sedative and let you relax," Stev suggested, after Lunzie"s sobs had softened and died away.
"No!" Lunzie glared at him, red-eyed. "I don"t want to go to sleep again."
What am I saying? she thought, pulling herself together. It"s just like Jilet described to me. Resentment. Fear of sleep. Fear of never waking again. "Perhaps someone could show me around the Platform until I get my bearings?" She smiled hopefully at the others. "I"ve just had too much relaxation."
"I will," Satia volunteered. "I am free this shift. We can send a query to Tau Ceti about your daughter."
The Communications Center was near the administrative offices in Cylinder One. Satia and Lunzie walked through the miles of domed corridors from the Medical Center in Cylinder Two. Lunzie was taking in the sights with her eyes wide open. According to Satia, the population of the Platform numbered over eight hundred adult beings. Humans made up about eighty-five percent, with heavyworlders, Wefts and the birdlike Ryxi, along with a few other races Lunzie didn"t recognise, making up the rest.
Heavyworlders were human beings, too, but they were a genetically altered strain, bred to inhabit high-gravity planets that were otherwise suitable for colonisation, but had inhospitable conditions for "light-weight" normal humans. The males started at about seven feet in height, and went upward from there. Their facial features were thick and heavy, almost Neanderthal in character, and their hands, even those with proportionately slender fingers, were huge. The females were brawny. Lightweight women looked like dolls next to them. They made Lunzie nervous, as if they were an oversize carnival attraction. She had an uncomfortable feeling that they might fall over on her. Their p.r.o.nounced brow ridges made many of the heavyworlders look perpetually angry, even when they smiled. She warily kept her distance from them.
Satia kept up a cheerful chatter as they walked along, pointing out people she knew, and talking about life on the Platform. "We"re a small community," she commented cheerfully, "but it"s harder to get away when you"re feuding with someone. Privacy centres are absolutely inviolable on a deeps.p.a.ce platform. They help at most times, but Descartes really does detailed personality a.n.a.lyses to weed out the people who won"t be able to get along on the Platform. There are community games and events every rest period, and we have a substantial library of both video and text. Boredom is one of the worst things that can happen in a closed community. I get to know everyone because I organise most of their children"s events." Numbly, Lunzie kept pace with her, murmuring and smiling to Satia"s friends without retaining a single name once the face was out of sight.
"Lep! Domman Lepke! Wait up!" Satia ran to intercept a tall, tan-skinned man in a high-collared tunic who was just disappearing between the automatic sliding doors. He peered around for the hailing voice, and smiled broadly when Satia waved.
"Lep, I want you to meet a new friend. This is Lunzie Mespil. She was just rescued from deepsleep. She"s been lost for over sixty years."
"Oh, another deadtimer," Lepke said disapprovingly, shaking hands. "How do you do? Are you a "nothing"s changed" or an "everything"s changed"? Everyone is one or the other. That"s nothing. Listen, Satia, have you heard the latest from the Delta beacon? Heavyworlders have claimed Phoenix. It must have been pirated!"
Satia, her mouth open to rebuke Lep for his insensitivity, stopped, her eyes widening with horror. "But that was initiated as an inhabited human colony, over six years ago."
"They claim not; that the planet was empty of intelligent life when they got there, but there should be lightweights on that planet right now. No sign of them, or their settlement, or any clue as to what happened to them. Wiped clean off the surface, if they ever made it there in the first place. The FSP are releasing a list of settlers - the usual: "anyone knowing the last whereabouts," and so on." Lepke seemed pleased to have been first to pa.s.s along the news. "Possession and viability make a colony, so no one can deny their claim if there"s no evidence the planet was inhabited before they got there. The Others only know who"s telling the truth."
"Oh, sweet Muhlah! It must have been pirated! Come on, Lunzie. We"ll hear the latest." Pulling Lunzie behind her, the slim paediatrician raced toward the communications center.
When they arrived, there was already a large group of people gathered around the Tri-D field, talking and waving arms, tentacles, or paws.
"They had no right to take over that world. It was designated for lightweight humans. They"re adapted to the high-gee planets. Let them take those, and leave the light worlds to us!" a man with red hair expostulated angrily.
"It is not the first planet to be stripped and abandoned," said a young female with the near-perfect humanoid features a Weft shapechanger usually a.s.sumed when living among humans. Lunzie looked around quickly to find the Weft"s co-mates. They always travelled in threes. "There was the rumour of Epsilon Indi not long ago. All its satellites were attacked at once. Phoenix is just the most recent dead planet brought to light."
"What happened to the colonists a.s.signed to Phoenix?" a blond woman asked.
"No one knows," the communications tech said, manipulating the controls at the base of the holofield. "Maybe they never made it there. Maybe the Others got "em. Here, I"ll run the "cast again for those of you who missed it. I"m patching down files as quickly as I can strip them off the beacon." The crowd shifted, as viewers who had already seen the report went away, and others pressed closer.
Squeezing between a broad-shouldered man in coveralls and a lizardlike Seti in an Administrator"s tunic, Lunzie watched the report, which featured computer imaging of the new colony"s living quarters and their industrial complex. What had happened to the other colonists? They must have relatives who would want to know. Humans weren"t raised in vacuum. Each of these was somebody"s son. Or somebody"s daughter.
"The FSP"s official report was cool, but you could listen between the lines. They are horribly upset. Something"s breaking down in their system. The FSP is supposed to protect nascent colonies," the blond woman complained to the man standing beside her.
"Only if they prove to be viable," the Weft corrected her. "There is always a period when the settlement must learn to stand on its own."
"It was their gamble," the Seti said, complacently, tucking its claws into the pouch pockets on the front of its tunic. "They lost."
"See here, citizens, if the heavyworlders can make a go of it, let them have the planet." This suggestion was promptly shouted down, to the astonishment of the speaker, a florid-faced human male in coveralls.
"It"s a good thing the FSP don"t have an att.i.tude like yours," another growled. "Or your children won"t have anywhere to live."
"There are plenty of new worlds for all out there," the coveralled man insisted. "It"s a big galaxy."
"Look at us, we"re all acting like this is news," the red-haired man grumbled. "Everything we get is months or years old. There"s got to be a faster way to get information from the rest of civilisation."
"Speed of light"s all I"ve got," the tech smiled wryly, "unless you want to pay for a regular FTL mail run. Or talk the Fleet into letting us install an FTL link booster on the transmitter. Even that"s not much faster."
Lunzie peered into the tank at the triumphant face of the Phoenix colony"s leader, a broad-faced male with thickly branching eyebrows that shadowed his eyes. He was talking about agreements made for trade between Phoenix and the Paraden Company. All that was needed for a colony to be approved by the FSP was a viable population pool and proof that the colony could support itself in the galactic community. ". . . although this planet appears to be poor in the most valuable minerals, transuranics, there are still sufficient ores to be of interest. We have begun manufacture of . . ."
"The heavyworlders shouldn"t claim that planet, even if the first colonists didn"t survive," Satia declared. "There are many more planets with a high gravity than there are ones which fall within the narrow parameters that normal humans can bear."
"In my day," Lunzie began, then stopped, realising how ridiculous she must sound, using an elder"s phrase at her apparent physical age. "I mean, when I left Tau Ceti, the heavyworlders had just begun colonising. They were mostly still on Diplo, except for the ones in the FSP corps."
"You know, there must be a connection there somewhere, " the red-haired man mused. "There was never planet-pirating before the heavyworlders started colonising."
A huge hand seized the man"s shoulder and spun him around. "That is a lie," boomed the voice of a heavyworld-born man in a technician"s tunic. "Planets have been found stripped and empty long hundreds of years before we existed. You want to blame someone, blame the Others. They"re responsible for the dead worlds. Don"t blame us." The heavyworlder glared down from his full seven feet of height at the man, and included Lunzie and Satia in his scorn. Lunzie shrank away from him. With a heavyworlder in its midst, the lightweight crowd began to disperse. None of the grumblers wanted to discuss Phoenix personally with one of the heavyweight humans.
The Others. A mysterious force in the galaxy. No one knew who they were, if indeed a race of Others, and not natural cataclysm, had caused destruction of those planets. Lunzie suddenly had a cold feeling between her shoulder blades, as if someone was watching her. She turned around. To her surprise, she saw the Thek that had rescued her waiting on the other side of the corridor. It had no features, no expression, but it drew her to it. She felt that it wanted to talk to her.
"Ccccccooooooouuuurrrrr . . . aaaaaaaaggggggeee .... Ssssuurrrrrr ..... vvvviiiiiiiivvvveee . . . ."it said, when she approached.
"Courage? Survive? What does that mean?" she demanded, but the pyramid of stone said nothing more. It glided slowly away. She wanted to run after it and ask it to clarify the cryptic speech. Theks were known for never wasting a word, especially not on explanation to simple ephemerals such as human beings.
"I suppose it meant that to be comforting," Lunzie decided. "After all, it saved my life, leading that young miner to where my capsule was lodged. But why in the Galaxy didn"t it rescue me sooner, if it knew where I was?"
In her a.s.signed room, Lunzie made herself comfortable in the deep, cushiony chair before the cubicle"s computer screen. She glanced occasionally at the bunk, freshly made up with sweet-smelling bedding, but avoided touching it as if it was her dreaded enemy. Lunzie wasn"t in the least sleepy, and there was still that nagging fear at the back of her mind that she would never wake up again if she succ.u.mbed.
Better to clear her brain with some useful input. Once she had run through the user"s tutorial, she began systematically to go through the medical journals in Descartes"s library. She made a database of all the articles on new topics she wanted to read about. As she pored over her choices, she felt more and more lost. Everything in her field had advanced beyond her training.
As promised, Stev Ba.n.u.s had sat down with her and discussed the credits owed to her by Descartes. It amounted to a substantial balance, well over a million. He recommended that she take it and go back to school. Stev told Lunzie that a position with Descartes was still open, if she wanted to take it. Even without up-to-date training, he felt that Lunzie would be an a.s.set to his staff. With refresher courses under her belt, she could be promoted to department head under Stev"s administration.
"We can"t restore the years to you, but we can try to make you happy now you"re here," he offered.
Lunzie was flattered, but she wasn"t certain what to do. She resented having her life interrupted so brutally. She needed to come to terms with her feelings before she could make a decision. Stev"s suggestion to seek further education made sense, but Lunzie couldn"t make a move until she knew what had happened to Fiona. She went back to the file of medical abstracts and tried to drive away her doubts.
Chapter Three.
"Did you sleep well?" Satia asked Lunzie the next morning. The intern leaned in through the door to Lunzie"s cubicle and waved to get her attention.
Lunzie turned away from the computer screen and smiled. "No. I didn"t sleep at all. I spent half the night worrying about Fiona, and the other half trying to get the synthesiser unit to pour me a cup of coffee. It didn"t understand the command. How can I get the unit fixed?"
Satia laughed. "Oh, coffee! My grandmother told me about coffee when I was off-platform, visiting her on Inigo. It"s very rare, isn"t it?"
Lunzie frowned. "No. Where, or rather when, I come from it"s as common as mud. And sometimes has a similar taste. . . . Do you mean to say you"ve never heard of coffee?" She felt her heart sink. So much had changed over the lost decades, but it was the little things that bothered her most, especially when they affected a lifelong habit. "I usually need something to help me wake up in the morning."
"Oh, I"ve heard heard of coffee. No one drinks it any more. There were studies decrying the effects of the heavy oils and caffeine on the nervous and digestive systems. We have peppers now." "Peppers?" Lunzie wrinkled her nose in distaste. "As in capsic.u.m?" of coffee. No one drinks it any more. There were studies decrying the effects of the heavy oils and caffeine on the nervous and digestive systems. We have peppers now." "Peppers?" Lunzie wrinkled her nose in distaste. "As in capsic.u.m?"
"Oh, no. Restorative. It"s a mild stimulant, completely harmless. I drink some nearly every morning. You"ll like it." Satia stepped to the synth unit in the wall of Lunzie"s quarters, and came back with a full mug. "Try this."
Lunzie sipped the liquid and felt a pervasive tingle race through her tissues. Her body abruptly forgot that it had just spent an entire shift cramped in one position. She gasped. "That"s very effective."
"Mm-. Sometimes nothing else will get me out of bed. And it leaves behind none of the sour aftertaste my grandmother claimed from coffee."
"Well, here"s to my becoming acclimated to the future." Lunzie raised her cup to Satia. "Oh, that reminds me. The gizmos in the lavatory have me stumped. I figured out which one was the waste-disposer unit, but I haven"t the faintest idea what the others are."
Satia laughed again. "Very well. I ought to have thought of it before. I will give you the quarter-credit tour."
Once Lunzie had been shown how to work the various conveniences, Satia punched up a cup of herbal tea for them both.
"I don"t understand these newfangled things perfectly yet, but at least I know what they do," Lunzie said, wryly self-deprecating.
Satia sipped tea. "Well, it"s all part of the future, designed to make life easier. So the advertis.e.m.e.nts tell us. My friend, what are you going to do with your future?"
"The way I see it, I have two choices. I can search for Fiona, or I can take refresher courses to fit me to practice medicine in this century, and then try to find her. I had the computer research information for me on discoveries that were just breaking when I went into cold sleep. Progress has certainly been made. Those breakthroughs are now old hat! I feel like a primitive thrust into a city without even the vocabulary to ask for help."
"Perhaps you can stay and study with me. I am completing my internship here with Dr. Ba.n.u.s. I may do my residency off-platform, so as to give me a different perspective in the field of medicine. Specifically, I am studying paediatrics, a field that is becoming ever so important recently - we"re having quite a population explosion on the Platform. Of course, that would mean leaving my children behind, and that I do not wish to do. Nonya"s three, and Omi is only five months old, They"re such a joy, I don"t want to miss any of their childhood."
Lunzie nodded sadly. "I did the very same thing, you know. I"m not sure what I want to do, yet. I must work out where to begin."
"Well, come with me first." Satia rose and placed her cup in the disposer hatch for the food processor. "Aiden, the Tri-D technician, told me he wanted to talk to you." Lunzie put her cup aside and hastened after Satia.
"I sent your query to Tau Ceti last shift. Doctor," the technician said, when they located him at the Communications Center. "It"ll take several weeks to get a reply out here in the rockies. But I wanted to tell you-" The young man tapped a finger on the console top, impatiently trying to stir his memory. "I think I"ve seen your surname before. I noticed it, I forget where ... in one of the news articles we"ve received recently. Maybe it"s one of your descendants?"
"Really?" Lunzie asked with interest. "Please, show me. I"m sure I have great-nieces and -nephews all over the galaxy by now."
Aiden keyed in an All-Search for the day"s input from all six beacons. "Here it comes. Watch the field." The word "Mespil" in a very clear, official- looking typestyle, coalesced in the Tri-D forum, followed by ", Fiona, MD, DV Fiona, MD, DV." Other words in the same font formed around it, above and below.
"My daughter! That"s her name. Satia, look! Where is she, Aiden? What"s this list?" Lunzie demanded, searching the names. "Is there video to go with it?"
The technician looked up from his console, and his expression turned to one of horror. "Oh, Krims, I"m sorry. Doctor, that"s the FSP list. The people who were reported missing from the pirated Phoenix colony."
"No!" Satia breathed. She moved to support Lunzie, whose knees had gone momentarily weak. Lunzie gave her a grateful look, but waved her away, steady once again.
"What happens to people who were on planets that have been pirated?" she asked, badly shaken, trying not to let her mind form images of disaster. Fiona!
The young man swallowed. Bearing bad news was not something he enjoyed, and he desperately wanted to give this nice woman encouragement. She had been through so much already. He regretted that he hadn"t checked out his information before sending for her. "Sometimes they turn up with no memory of what happened to them. Sometimes they are found working in other places, no problems, but their messages home just went astray. It happens a lot in galactic distant communications; nothing"s perfect. Mostly, though, the people are never heard from again."
"Fiona can"t be dead. How do I find out what became of her? I must find her."
The technician looked thoughtful. "I"ll call Security Chief Wilkins for you. He"ll know what you can do."
Chief Wilkins was a short man with a thin gray moustache that obscured his upper lip, and black eyes that wore a guarded expression. He invited her to sit down in his small office, a clean and tidy cubicle that said much about the mind of the man who occupied it. Lunzie explained her situation to him, but judged from his knowing nods that he knew all about her already.
"So what are you going to do?" he asked.
"I"m going to go look for her, of course," she said firmly.
"Fine, fine." He smiled. "Where? You"ve got your back pay. You have enough money to charge off anywhere in the galaxy you wish and back again. Where will you begin?"
"Where?" Lunzie blinked. "I ... I don"t know. I suppose I could start at Phoenix, where she was last seen. ..."
Wilkins shook his head, and made a deprecatory clicking sound with his tongue". "We don"t know that for certain, Lunzie. She was expected there, along with the rest of the colonists."
"Well, the EEC should know if they arrived on Phoenix or not."
"Good, good. There"s a start. But it"s many light years away from here. What if you don"t find her there? Where next?"
"Oh." Lunzie sank back into the chair, which moulded comfortably around her spine. "You"re quite right. I wasn"t thinking about how I would find her. All her life, I was able to walk to any place she might be. Nothing was too far away." In her mind, she saw a star map of the civilised galaxy. Each point represented at least one inhabited world. It took weeks, months, or even years to pa.s.s between some of those star systems, and searching each planet, questioning each person in every city. . . . She hugged her elbows, feeling very small and helpless.
Wilkins nodded approvingly. "You have ascertained the first difficulty in a search of this kind - distance. The second is time. Time has pa.s.sed since that report was news. It will take more time to send out inquiries and receive replies. You must begin at the other end of history, and find out where she"s been. Her childhood home, records of marriage or other alliances. And she must have had an employer at one time or another in her life. That will give you clues to where she is now.
"For example, why was she on that planetary expedition? As a settler? As a specialist? An observer? The EEC has records. You may have noticed" - here Wilkins activated the viewscreen on his desk and swivelled the monitor toward Lunzie - "that her name is followed by the initials MD and DV."
Lunzie confronted the FSP list once more, trying to ignore the connotation of disaster. "MD. She"s a doctor. DV-" Lunzie searched her memory. "That denotes a specialty in virology."
"So she must have gone to University somewhere, too. Good. You would have wanted her to opt for Higher Education, I am sure. What did she do with her schooling? You have a great many clues to work with, but it will take many months, even years, for answers to come back to you. The best thing for you to do is to establish a permanent base of operations, and send out your queries."
"Stev Ba.n.u.s suggested I go back to school and update myself."
"A valid suggestion. While you"re doing that, you"ll also be accomplishing your search. If one line of questioning becomes fruitless, start others. Ask for help from any agency you think might be of use to you. Never mind if they duplicate your efforts. It is easier to have something you might have missed noticed by a fresh, non-involved mind. And it will be less expensive than running out to investigate prospects by yourself. It will be a costly search in any case, but you won"t be in the thick of it, trying to make sense out of your incoming information without the perspective to consider it."