The structure was the communications module that received messages from the solar system and the other ships currently creeping through interstellar s.p.a.ce. It was totally isolated from the ship"s electronic systems. The messages it picked up could only be examined by someone who was actually sitting in one of the apartments. You couldn"t transfer a message from the module to the ship"s databanks. You couldn"t even carry a recording into the ship.
The module had been isolated from the rest of the ship in response to a very real threat: the possibility someone in the solar system would transmit a message that would sabotage the ship"s information system.
There were eight billion people living in the solar system. When you were dealing with a population that size, you had to a.s.sume it contained thousands of individuals who felt the starships were legitimate targets for lethal pranks.
Morgan had been spending regular periods in the communications module since the first years of the voyage. During the first decades, the messages he had examined had become increasingly strange. The population in the solar system had been evolving at a rate that compressed kilocenturies of natural evolution into decades of engineered modification. The messages that had disturbed him the most had been composed in the languages he had learned in his childhood. The words were familiar but the meaning of the messages kept slipping away from him.
Morgan could understand that the terraforming of Mars, Venus, and Mercury might have been speeded up and complexified by a factor of ten. He could even grasp that some of the electronically interlinked communal personalities in the solar system might include several million individual personalities.
But did he really understand the messages that seemed to imply millions of people had expanded their personal physiologies into complexes that encompa.s.sed entire asteroids?
The messages included videos that should have eliminated most of his confusion. Somehow he always turned away from the screen feeling there was something he hadn"t grasped.
The situation in the solar system had begun to stabilize just before Morgan had turned his attention to the turmoil created by the Eight. Over the next few decades the messages became more decipherable.
Fifty years after the problem with the Eight-one hundred and sixty-two years after the ship had left the solar system-almost all the messages reaching the ship came from members of Ari Sun-Dalt"s communion.
The believers in the Doctrine of the Cosmic Enterprise were communicating with the starships because they were becoming a beleaguered minority. The great drive for enhancement and progress had apparently run its course. The worldviews that dominated human civilization were all variations on the EruLabi creeds.Ari spent long periods-as much as ten or twelve tendays in a row-in the communications module.
The human species, in Ari"s view, was sinking into an eternity of aimless hedonism.
Ari became particularly distraught when he learned the EruLabi had decided they should limit themselves to a 20 percent increase in skull size-a dictum that imposed a tight restriction on the brainpower they could pack inside their heads. At the peak of the enhancement movement, people who had retained normal bipedal bodies had apparently quadrupled their skull sizes.
"We"re the only conscious, intelligent species the solar system ever produced," Ari orated in one of his public communiques. "We may be the only conscious, intelligent species in this section of the galaxy.
And they"ve decided an arbitrary physiological aesthetic is more important than the development of our minds."
The messages from the solar system had included scientific discussions. They had even included presentations prepared for "nonspecialists." Morgan had followed a few of the presentations as well as he could and he had concluded the human species had reached a point of diminishing returns.
Morgan would never possess the kind of complexified, ultra-enhanced brain his successors in the solar system had acquired. Every set of genes imposed a ceiling on the organism it shaped. If you wanted to push beyond that ceiling, you had to start all over again, with a new organism and a new set of genes.
But Morgan believed he could imagine some of the consequences of that kind of intellectual power.
At some point, he believed, all those billions of super-intelligent minds had looked out at the universe and realized that another increase in brain power would be pointless. You could develop a brain that could answer every question about the size, history, and structure of the universe, and find that you still couldn"t answer the philosophical questions that had tantalized the most primitive tribesmen. And what would you do when you reached that point? You would turn your back on the frontier. You would turn once again to the bath and the banquet, the harp and the dance.
And changes of raiment.
And love.
And sleep.
The situation on the ship was almost the mirror image of the situation in the solar system. On the ship, 48 percent of the population belonged to Ari"s communion. Only 19 percent had adopted the EruLabi creeds. But how long could that last? Morgan had been watching the trends. Every few years, someone abandoned the Doctrine of the Cosmic Enterprise and joined the EruLabi. No one ever left the EruLabi and became a devoted believer in the Cosmic Enterprise.
The discovery that 82 Eridani was surrounded by lifeless planets had added almost a dozen people to the defectors. The search for life-bearing planets was obviously a matter of great significance. If consciousness really was the purpose of the universe, then life should be a common phenomenon.
In 2315, just four years after the final dissolution of the Eight, the Island of Adventure had received its first messages from Tau Ceti and Morgan had watched a few more personalities float away from Ari"s communion. The ship that had reached Tau Ceti had made planetfall after a mere one hundred and forty years and it had indeed found life on the second planet of the system. Unfortunately, the planet was locked in a permanent ice age. Life had evolved in the oceans under the ice but it had never developed beyond the level of the more mundane marine life forms found on Earth.
Morgan had found it impossible to follow the reasons the planet was iced over. He hadn"t really been interested, to tell the truth. But he had pored over the reports on the undersea biota as if he had been following the dispatches from a major war.
One of the great issues in terrestrial evolutionary theory had been the relationship between chance and necessity. To Ari and his disciples, there was nothing random about the process. Natural selection inevitably favored qualities such as strength, speed, and intelligence.
To others, the history of life looked more haphazard. Many traits, it was argued, had developed for reasons as whimsical as the fact that the ancestor who carried Gene A had been standing two steps to the right when the rocks slid off the mountain.The probes that had penetrated the oceans of Tau Ceti IV had sent back images that could be used to support either viewpoint. The undersea biota was populated by several hundred species of finned snakes, several thousand species that could be considered roughly comparable to terrestrial insects, and clouds of microscopic dimlight photosynthesizers.
Yes, evolution favored the strong and the swift. Yes, creatures who lived in the sea tended to be streamlined. On the other hand, fish were not inevitable. Neither were oysters. Or clams.
If the universe really did have a purpose, it didn"t seem to be very good at it. In the solar system, theorists had produced scenarios that proved life could have evolved in exotic, unlikely environments such as the atmosphere of Jupiter. Instead, the only life that had developed outside Earth had been the handful of not-very-interesting micro-organisms that had managed to maintain a toehold on Mars.
The purpose of the universe isn"t the development of consciousness, one of the EruLabi on board the Island of Adventure suggested. It"s the creation of iceb.a.l.l.s and deserts. And sea snakes.
Ari"s enhancements included a gland modification that gave him the ability to switch off his s.e.xual feelings at will. His paring with Savela Insdotter had lasted less than two decades, and he had made no attempt to establish another pairing. Ari had spent most of the voyage, as far as Morgan could tell, in an as.e.xual state.
There were times, during the last decades of the voyage, when Morgan felt tempted to emulate him.
Morgan"s next pairing only lasted twelve years. For the rest of the voyage, he took advantage of the small number of s.e.xual opportunities that came his way and distracted himself, during his celibate intervals, with intellectual projects such as his political studies.
The ship"s medical system could install Ari"s s.e.xual enhancement in thirty minutes, as part of the regular medical services included in the standard embarkation agreement. Morgan put the idea aside every time he considered it. He had learned to cherish his feelings about women, irrational as they might be. There was, he knew, no real reason why he should respond to the flare of a woman"s hips or the tilt of a female neck. It was simply a bit of genetic programming he hadn"t bothered to delete. It had no practical value in a world in which children were created in the workshops of genetic designers. But he also knew he would be a different person if he subtracted it from his psychological makeup. It was one of the things that kept you human as the decades slipped by.
In 2381-forty-six years before it was scheduled to reach its destination-the Island of Adventure intercepted a message from the probe that had been sent to Rho Eridani. Neither of the stars in the double system possessed planets. The Green Voyager was crawling toward an empty system.
In 2398-one hundred and ninety-five years after the ship had begun its journey-the medical system replaced Morgan"s heart, part of his central nervous system, and most of his endocrine glands. It was the third time Morgan had put himself through an extensive overhaul. The last time he had recovered within three years. This time he spent eight years in the deepest sleep the system could maintain.
The first program capsules left the ship while it was still careening around the 82 Eridani system, bouncing from planet to planet as it executed the five year program that would eliminate the last 20 percent of its interstellar speed. There were three capsules and their payloads were packages a little smaller than Morgan"s forefinger.
One capsule malfunctioned while it was still making its way toward the small moon that orbited the third planet at a distance of 275,000 kilometers. The second lost two critical programs when it hit the moon at an angle that was a little too sharp. The third skimmed through the dust just the way it was supposed to and sprouted a set of filaments. Sampling programs a.n.a.lyzed the moon"s surface. Specks that were part cell and part electronic device began drifting down the filaments and executing programs that transformed the moon"s atoms into larger, more elaborate specks. The specks produced machines the size of insects, the insects produced machines the size of cats, an antenna crept up the side of a smaller carter, and an antenna on the Island of Adventure started transmitting more programs. By the time the ship settled into an orbit around the third planet, the moon had acquired a completemanufacturing facility, and the lunar fabrication units had started producing scout machines that could land on the planet itself.
Morgan had thought of the terraforming scheme as a political ruse, but there were people on the ship who took it seriously. With the technology they had at their disposal, the third planet could be turned into a livable world within a few decades. For people who had spent their entire lives in enclosed habitats, it was a romantic idea-a world where you walked on the surface, with a sky above you, and experienced all the vagaries of weather and climate.
The only person who had raised any serious objections had been Ari Sun-Dalt. Some of the valleys they could observe from orbit had obviously been carved by rivers. The volcano calderas were less spectacular than the volcanoes of Mars but they were still proof the planet had once been geologically active. They couldn"t overlook the possibility life might be hiding in some obscure ecological network that was buried under the soil or hidden in a cave, Ari argued.
Most of the people on the ship greeted that kind of suggestion with shrugs and smiles. According to Morgan"s sampling programs, there were only about ten people on the ship who really thought there was a statistically significant possibility the planet might have generated life. Still, there was no reason they couldn"t let Ari enjoy his day-dreams a little longer.
"It will only take us an extra two or three years," Ari said. "And then we"ll know we can remodel the place. First we"ll see if there"s any life. Then we"ll do the job ourselves, if the universe hasn"t done it already. And bring Consciousness to another world."
For Ari"s sake-he really liked Ari in many ways-Morgan hoped they might find a few fossilized microorganisms embedded in the rocks. What he did not expect was a fossil the size of a horse, embedded in a cliff, and visible to any machine that came within two kilometers of it.
Three and a half billion years ago, the planet had emerged from the disk of material that surrounded its sun. A billion or so years later, the first long-chain molecules had appeared in the oceans. And the history of life had begun. In the same way it had begun on Earth.
The long-chain molecules had formed a.s.semblies that became the first rudimentary cells. Organisms that were something like plants had eventually begun to absorb the CO2 produced by the volcanoes. The oxygen emitted by the quasi-plants had become a major component of the atmosphere. The relentless forces of compet.i.tion had favored creatures who were more complex than their rivals.
And then, after less than two billion years of organic evolution, the laws of physics had caught up with the process. No planet the size of this one could hold an atmosphere forever.
The plants and the volcanoes could produce oxygen and CO2 almost as fast as the gas molecules could drift into s.p.a.ce. But almost wasn"t good enough.
They didn"t piece the whole story together right away, of course. There were even people who weren"t convinced the first find was a fossil. If the scout machines hadn"t found ten more fossils in the first five daycycles, the skeptics would have spent years arguing that Exhibit A was just a collection of rocks-a random geologic formation that just happened to resemble a big sh.e.l.l, with appendages that resembled limbs.
On Earth, the dominant land animals had been vertebrates-creatures whose basic characteristic was a bony framework hung on a backbone. The vertebrate template was such a logical, efficient structure it was easy to believe it was as inevitable as the streamlined shape of fish and porpoises. In fact, it had never developed on this planet.
Instead, the basic anatomical structure had been a tube of bone. Creatures with this rigid, seemingly inefficient, structure had acquired legs, claws, teeth and all the other anatomical features vertebrates had acquired on Earth. Thousands of species had acquired eyes that looked out of big eyeholes in the front of the sh.e.l.l, without developing a separate skull. Two large families had developed "turrets" that housed their eyes and their other sense organs but they had kept their brains securely housed in the original sh.e.l.l, in a special chamber just under the turret.On Earth, the sh.e.l.l structure would have produced organisms that might have collapsed from their own weight. On this planet, with its weaker gravitational field, the sh.e.l.ls could be thin and even airy. They reminded Morgan of building components that had been formed from solidified foam-a common structural technique in s.p.a.ce habitats.
For Ari, the discovery was the high point of his lifespan-a development that had to be communicated to the solar system at once. Ari"s face had been contorted with excitement when he had called Morgan an hour after the machines reported the first find.
"We"ve done it, Morgan," Ari proclaimed. "We"ve justified our whole voyage. Three thousand useless, obsolete people have made a discovery that"s going to transform the whole outlook in the solar system."
Morgan had already been pondering a screen that displayed a triangular diagram. The point at the bottom of the triangle represented the solar system. The two points at the top represented 82 Eridani and Rho Eridani. The Island of Adventure and the Green Voyager had been creeping up the long sides of the triangle. The Green Voyager was now about three light years from Rho-thirty-three years travel time.
Morgan transferred the diagram to Ari"s screen and pointed out the implications. If the Island of Adventure transmitted an announcement to the solar system, the Green Voyager would pick it up in approximately seven years. If the people on the Voyager thought it was interesting, they could change course and reach 82 Eridani only twelve and a half decades after they intercepted the message.
"That gives us over one hundred and thirty years to explore the planet," Ari argued. "By that time we"ll have learned everything important the fossils have to offer. We"ll have done all the real work. We"ll be ready to move on. And look for a world where we can communicate with a living Consciousness."
Unfortunately, the situation didn"t look that straightforward to the rest of the community. To them, a hundred and thirty years was a finite, envisionable time period.
There was, after all, a third possibility-as Miniruta Coboloji pointed out in one of her contributions to the electronic debate. The Green Voyager may never come this way at all, Miniruta argued. They may reach Rho thirty-three years from now, pa.s.s through the system, and point them selves at one of the stars that lies further out. They"ve got three choices within fourteen light years. Why can"t we just wait the thirty-three years? And send a message after they"ve committed themselves to some other star system?
For Ari, that was unthinkable. Our announcement is going to take twenty years to reach the solar system no matter what we do. If we sit here for thirty-three years before we transmit, it will be fifty-three years before anyone in the solar system hears about one of the most important discoveries in history. We all know what"s happening in the solar system. Fifty-three years from now there may not be anyone left who cares.
Once again Morgan labored over his screens. Once again, he recruited aides who helped him guide the decision-making process. This time he engineered a compromise. They would send a brief message saying they had "found evidence of extinct life" and continue studying the planet"s fossils. Once every year, they would formally reopen the discussion for three tendays. They would transmit a complete announcement "whenever it becomes clear the consensus supports such an action."
Ari accepted the compromise in good grace. He had looked at the numbers, too. Most of the people on the ship still belonged to his communion.
"They know what their responsibilities are," Ari insisted. "Right now this is all new, Morgan. We"re just getting used to the idea that we"re looking at a complete planetary biota. A year from now-two years from now-we"ll have so much information in our databanks they"ll know we"d be committing a criminal act if we didn"t send every bit of it back to the solar system."
It was Ari who convinced them the planet should be called Athene. Athene had been a symbol ofwisdom and culture, Ari pointed out, but she had been a war G.o.ddess, too. And didn"t the world they were naming bear a distinct resemblance to the planet the ancient humans had named after their male war figure?
The information pouring into the databanks could be examined by anyone on the ship. In theory, anyone could give the exploration machines orders. In practice, the exploration of the Athenian fossil record soon came under the control of three people: Ari, Morgan-and Miniruta Coboloji.
Morgan had been watching Miniruta"s development ever since he had lured her away from the Eight.
Physically, she was a standard variation on the BR-V73 line-the long, willowy female body type that had been the height of fashion in the lunar cities in the 2130s. Her slim, beautifully crafted fingers could mold a sculpture-or shape a note on a string instrument-with the precision of a laser pointer.
It was a physical style that Morgan found aesthetically appealing, but there were at least two hundred women on the ship who had been shaped by the same gene cl.u.s.ter. So why was Miniruta the only BR-V73 who crept into his thoughts during the more stressful hours of his celibate intervals? Was it because there was something desperate about the need for affiliation he had uncovered in her personality profile? Did that emotional vulnerability touch something in his own personality?
Miniruta"s affiliation with the Doctrine of the Cosmic Enterprise had lasted four decades. Ari claimed her switch to the EruLabi worldview had been totally unexpected. Ari had gone to sleep a.s.suming she was one of his most ardent colleagues and awakened to discover she had sent him a long message explaining the reasons for her conversion and urging him to join her.
During the decades in which she had been a member of Ari"s communion, Miniruta had followed Ari"s lead and equipped herself with every pharmaceutical and electrical enhancer she could link to her physiology. The electronic enhancers had all been discarded a few tendays after she had joined the EruLabi. Her pharmaceutical enhancers had been dispensed with, item by item, as she had worked her way up the EruLabi protocols. She had been the second EruLabi on the ship who had made it to the fourth protocol and accepted its absolute prohibition of all non-genetic mental and physiological enhancers.
Morgan could now talk to her without struggling. His own pharmaceutical enhancers erased most of the intellectual gap that separated two people who had been brought into the universe twenty years apart.
He had been surprised when he had discovered Miniruta was spending two-thirds of every daycycle with the data from the fossil hunt, but he had soon realized she had a philosophical agenda.
To Miniruta, the course of evolution on Athene proved that evolution was a random process. "Ari"s right, Morgan," Miniruta said. "This planet can teach us something we need to understand. But it"s not the lesson Ari thinks it is. It"s telling us there isn"t any plan. There"s no big overall objective-as if the universe is some kind of cosmic totalitarian state. The only reality is individuals. And their needs."
To Ari, the critical question was the evolution of intelligence. Obviously, life had died out on Athene before intelligent creatures could build cities or turn meadows into farms. But wasn"t there some chance something like the first proto-humans had evolved? If that first glimmer of tool-making, culture-creating intelligence had appeared on the planet, wouldn"t it prove that evolution really did lead in a particular direction?
"I"ll grant you the vertebrates were obviously an accident," Ari said. "But you can still see an obvious increase in intelligence if you look at the progressions we"ve been uncovering. You can"t go from stationary sea creatures to land creatures that were obviously highly mobile without a lot of development in the brain. Intelligence is the inevitable winner in the selection process. The life forms that can think better will always replace the life forms with less complex nervous systems."
"The way human beings replaced the c.o.c.kroach?" Miniruta asked. "And the oyster?"
Miniruta was speaking VA13. The lilt in her voice expressed a casual mockery that Morgan would have found devastating if she had directed it at him.
"We were not in direct genetic compet.i.tion with the c.o.c.kroach and the oyster," Ari said in Tych.
"The observable fact that certain lines remained static for hundreds of millions of years doesn"t contradictthe observable fact that natural selection tends to produce creatures with more highly developed brains.
We could have destroyed every species on the Earth if we had wanted to. We let them live because we needed a complex biosphere. They survived because they satisfied one of our needs."
To Morgan, most of the information they were gathering proved that natural selection really was the powerful force the theorists had claimed it was.
Certain basic patterns had been repeated on both planets. Life forms that had been exceptionally ma.s.sive had possessed jaw structures that indicated they had probably been herbivores-just as terrestrial herbivores such as the elephant had been the largest organisms in their habitats. Life forms that had possessed stabbing teeth and bone-crunching jaws tended to be medium-sized and looked as if they had probably been more agile.
But the process obviously had its random qualities, too. Was it just a matter of random chance that vertebrates had failed to develop? Had the sh.e.l.l creatures dominated the planet merely because certain molecules had fallen into one type of pattern on Earth and another pattern on Athene? Or had it happened because there was some difference in the conditions life had encountered on the two planets?
To Morgan, it didn"t matter what the answer was. Evolution might proceed according to laws that were as rigid as the basic laws of physics, or it might be as random as a perfect game of chance. He would be happy with either answer. He could even be content with no answer.
That was one of the things people never seemed to understand about science. As far as Morgan was concerned, you didn"t study the universe because you wanted to know the answers. You studied it to connect. When you subjected an important question to a rigorous examination-collecting every sc.r.a.p of evidence you could find, measuring and a.n.a.lyzing everything that could be measured and a.n.a.lyzed-you were linked to the universe in a way nothing else could connect you.
Religious mystics had once spent their lives trying to establish a direct contact with their version of G.o.d. Morgan was a mystic who tried to stay in contact with the cosmos.