Ace Books, 2002
|Series:||The Academy: Book 3|
|Sub-Genre Tags:||First Contact|
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Something-or somebody-has left a series of satellites in orbit around various planets in the galaxy. Now a crew sets off to discover the origin of the satellites-and learn if mankind is no longer alone among the stars.
People tend to believe that good fortune consists of equal parts talent, hard work, and sheer luck. It's hard to deny the roles of the latter two. As to talent, I would only say it consists primarily in finding the right moment to step in. --Haroun al Monides , REFLECTIONS, 2116
PRISCILLA HUTCHINS WAS not a woman to be swept easily off her feet, but she came very close to developing a terminal passion for Preacher Brawley during the Proteus fiasco. Not because of his good looks, though God knew he was a charmer. And not because of his congeniality. She'd always liked him, for both those reasons. If pressed, though, she would probably have told you it had to do with his timing.
He wasn't really a preacher, of course, but was, according to legend, descended from a long line of Baptist fire breathers. Hutch knew him as an occasional dinner companion, a person she saw occasionally coming in or going out of the Academy. And perhaps most significantly, as a voice from the void on those interminable flights to Serenity and Glory Point and Faraway. He was one of those rare individuals with whom one could be silent, and still feel in good company.
The important thing was that he had been there when she desperately needed him. Not to save her life, mind you. She was never in real danger herself. But he took a terrible decision out of her hands.
The way it happened was this: Hutch was aboard the Academy ship Wildside en route to Renaissance Station, which orbited Proteus, a vast hydrogen cloud that had been contracting for millions of years and would eventually become a star. Its core was burning furiously under the pressures generated by that contraction, but nuclear ignition had not yet taken place. That was why the station was there. To watch, as Lawrence Dimenna liked to say, the process. But there were those who felt Renaissance was vulnerable, that the process was unpredictable, and who'd attempted to close it down and withdraw its personnel. It was not a place Hutch was anxious to visit.
The wind blew all the time inside the cloud. She was about a day away, listening to it howl and claw at her ship. She was trying to concentrate on a light breakfast of toast and fruit when she saw the first sign of what was to come. "It's thrown off a big flare," said Bill. "Gigantic," he added. "Off the scale."
Unlike his sibling AI on the Benjamin Martin , Hutch's Bill adopted a wide range of appearances, using whatever he felt most likely to please, annoy, or intimidate, as the mood struck him. Theoretically, he was programmed to do so, to provide the captain with a true companion on long flights. She was otherwise alone on the ship.
At the moment, he looked like the uncle that everybody likes but who has a tendency to drink a bit too much and who has an all-too-obvious eye for women.
"You think we're actually going to have to do an evacuation?" she asked.
"I don't have sufficient data to make a decent estimate," he said. "But I'd think not. I mean, the place has been here a long time. Surely it won't blow up just as we arrive. "
It was an epitaph if she'd ever heard one.
They couldn't see the eruption without sensors, of course. Couldn't see anything without sensors. The glowing mist through which the Wildside moved prevented any visuals much beyond thirty kilometers.
It was hydrogen, illuminated by the fire at the core. On her screens, Proteus was not easily distinguishable from a true star, save for the twin jets that rose out of its poles.
Hutch looked at the display images, at the vast bursts of flame roiling through the clouds, at the inferno rendered somehow more disquieting than that of a true star, perhaps because it had not even the illusion of a definable edge, but rather seemed to fill the universe.
When seen from outside the cloud, the jets formed an elegant vision that would have been worthy of a Sorbanne, beams composed of charged particles, not entirely stable, flashed from a cosmic lighthouse that occasionally changed its position on the rocks. Renaissance Station had been placed in an equatorial orbit to lessen the possibility that a stray blast would take out its electronics.
"When do they expect the nuclear engine to cut in?" she asked.
"Probably not for another thousand years," said Bill.
"These people must be crazy, sitting out here in this soup."
"Apparently conditions have worsened considerably during the past forty-eight hours. "Bill gazed down at her in his smugly superior mode and produced a noteboard. "It says here they have a comfortable arrangement. Pools, tennis courts, parks. Even a seaside retreat. "
Had Proteus been at the heart of the solar system, the thin haze of its outer extremities would have engulfed Venus. Well, maybe engulfed wasn't quite the right word. Enshrouded, maybe. Eventually, when the pressure reached critical mass, nuclear ignition would occur, the outer veil of hydrogen would be blown away, and Proteus would become a class-G, possibly a bit more massive than the sun.
"Doesn't really matter how many parks they have if that thing has gone unstable."
The AI let her see that he disapproved. "There is no known case of a class-G protostar going unstable. It is subject to occasional storms, and that is what we are seeing now. I think you are unduly worried. "
"Maybe. But if this is normal weather, I wouldn't want to be here when things get rough."
"Nor would I. But if a problem develops while we're there, we should be able to outrun it easily enough."
It was unlikely, the dispatching officer had assured her, that an Event would occur. (He had clearly capitalized the word.) Proteus was just going through a hiccup period. Happens all the time. No reason to worry, Hutchins. You're there simply as a safety factor.
She'd been at Serenity, getting refitted, when the call had come. Lawrence Dimenna, the director of Renaissance Station, the same Dimenna who'd insisted just two months ago that Proteus was perfectly safe, as dependable as the sun, who'd argued to keep the place going against the advice of some of the top people at the Academy, was now asking for insurance. So let's send old Hutchins over to sit on the volcano.
And here she was. With instructions to stand by and hold Dimenna's hand and if there's a problem, see that everyone gets off. But there shouldn't be a problem. I mean, they're the experts on protostars and they say everything's fine. Just taking a precaution.
She'd checked the roster. There were thirty-three crew, staff, and working researchers, including three graduate students.
Accommodations on the Wildside would be a bit tight if they had to run. The ship was designed for thirty-one plus the pilot, but they could double up in a couple of the compartments and there were extra couches around that could be pressed into service during acceleration and jump phases.
It was a temporary assignment, until the Academy could get the Lochran out from Earth. The Lochran was being overhauled--armored, really--to better withstand conditions here and would replace her as the permanent escape vessel within a few weeks.
"Hutch," said Bill. "We have incoming. From Renaissance. "
She was on the bridge, which was where she spent most of her time when riding an otherwise empty ship. "Patch them through," she said. "About time we got acquainted."
It was a pleasant surprise. She found herself looking at a gorgeous young technician with chestnut hair, luminous eyes, and a smile that lit up when there'd been time for the signal to pass back and forth and he got a look at her. He wore a white form-fitting shirt and Hutch had to smother a sigh. Damn. She'd been alone too long.
"Hello, Wildside ," he said,"welcome to Proteus. "
"Hello, Renaissance." She restrained a smile. The exchange of signals required slightly more than a minute.
"Dr. Harper wants to talk to you. "He gave way to a tall, dark woman who looked accustomed to giving people directions. Hutch recognized Mary Harper from the media reports. She owned a clipped voice and looked at Hutch the way Hutch might have glanced at a kid bringing the lunch in late. Harper had stood shoulder to shoulder with Dimenna during the long battle to prevent the closing of the station.
"Captain Hutchins? We're glad you're here. It'll make everyone feel a bit more secure to know there's a ship standing by. Just in case. "
"Glad to be of service," Hutch said.
She softened a bit. "I understand you were headed home before this came up, and I just wanted you to know that we appreciate your coming out here on short notice. There's probably no need, but we thought it best to be cautious. "
Harper started to say something else but the transmission was blown away by the storm. Bill tried a few alternate channels and found one that worked. "When can we expect you? "she asked.
"Tomorrow morning at about six looks good."
Harper was worried, but she tried to hide it behind that cool smile while she waited for Hutch's response to reach her. When it did she nodded, and Hutch got the distinct impression that back behind her eyes the woman was counting. "Good," she said with bureaucratic cheerfulness. "We'll see you then. "
We don't get many visitors out this way, Hutch thought.
THE STATION MADE periodic reports to Serenity, recording temperature readings at various levels of the atmosphere, gravity fluctuations, contraction rate estimates, cloud density, and a myriad other details.
The Wildside had drifted into the hypercomm data stream between Renaissance and Serenity and was consequently able, for a few minutes, to pick up the transmissions. Hutch watched the numbers rippling across a half dozen screens, mixed with occasional analysis by the Renaissance AI. None of it was intelligible to her. Core temperatures and wind velocities were just weather reports. But there were occasional images of the protostar, embedded at the heart of the cloud.
"How sure are they," she asked Bill,"that ignition won't happen for a thousand years?"
"They're not giving opinions at the moment," he said. "But as I understand it, there's a possibility the nuclear engine could already have started. In fact, it could have started as much as two hundred years ago. "
"And they wouldn't know it?"
"I'd assumed when that happened the protostar would more or less explode."
"What would happen is that over a period of several centuries after its birth, the star would shrink, its color would change to yellow or white, and it would get considerably smaller. It's not a process that just goes boom. "
"Well, that's good to know. So these people aren't really sitting on top of a powder keg."
Bill's uncle image smiled. He was wearing a yellow shirt, open at the neck, navy blue slacks, and slippers. "Not that kind of powder keg, any"
They passed out of the data stream and the signal vanished.
Hutch was bored. It had been six days since she'd left Serenity, and she ached for human company. She rarely rode without passengers, didn't like it, and found herself reassuring Bill, who always knew when she was getting like this, that he shouldn't take it personally. "It's not that you aren't an adequate companion," she said.
His image blinked off, to be replaced by the Wildside logo, an eagle soaring past a full moon. "I know. "He sounded hurt. "I understand. "
It was an act, meant to help. But she sighed and looked out into the mist. She heard the gentle click by which he routinely signaled his departure. Usually it was simply a concession to her privacy. This time it was something else.
She tried reading for an hour, watched an old comedy (listening to the recorded audience laughter and applause echo through the ship), made herself a drink, went back to the gym, worked out, showered, and returned to the bridge.
She asked Bill to come back, and they played a couple of games of chess.
"Do you know anyone at Renaissance? "he asked.
"Not that I'm aware of." A few of the names on the roster were vaguely familiar, probably passengers on other flights. They were astrophysicists, for the most part. A few mathematicians. A couple of data technicians. Some maintenance people. A chef. She wondered which was the young man with the luminous eyes.
They live pretty well, she thought.
A chef. A physician.
She stopped. A teacher ?
"Bill, what possible use would they have for a teacher?"
"I don't know, Hutch. It does seem strange."
A chill worked its way down her spine. "Get Renaissance on the circuit."
A minute later, the technician with the eyes reappeared. He turned the charm on again, but this time she wasn't having any. "You have a Monte DiGrazio at the station. He's listed as a teacher. Would you tell me what he teaches?"
He was gazing wistfully at her while he waited for her transmission to arrive.
" What are you thinking? "asked Bill. He was seated in a leather armchair in a book-lined study. In the background she could hear a fire crackling.
She started to answer but let it trail off.
The technician heard her question and looked puzzled. "He teaches math and science. Why do you care? "
Hutch grumbled at her stupidity. Ask the question right, dummy . "Do you have dependents on board? How many people are there altogether?"
"I think you may be right," said Bill, cautiously.
She folded her arms and squeezed down as if to make herself a smaller target.
The technician was looking at her with crinkled eyebrows. "Yes. We have twenty-three dependents. Fifty-six people in all. Monte has fifteen students. "
"Thank you," said Hutch. "Wildside out."
Bill's innocuously content features hardSo if an evacuation does become necessary-- "
"We'd have to leave almost half of them behind." Hutch shook her head.
"That's good planning."
"Hutch, what do we do? "
Damned if she knew. "Bill, get me a channel to Serenity."
Copyright © 2002 by Jack McDevitt
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