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EYE-STALKS OF THE BEHOLDER

The noise died. The monster stayed where it was, as if waiting for the domain-master to come to it. He hefted his spear and started walking toward the thing. A moment later, his eldest shouted, “A doorway! Beasts are coming out of it!”

The domain-master stared at the weird creatures. They were a mottled green and brown, all but one part of their—heads? Those were pinkish, and had eyes that looked amazingly like people’s eyes, except that they were not on stalks. The creatures only had two arms and two absurdly long legs. A young male waved his spear at them.

“Don’t throw that spear!” the domain-master shouted. “I think they’re people.”

BY HARRY TURTLEDOVE

The Guns of the South

THE WORLDWAR SAGA
Worldwar: In the Balance
Worldwar: Tilting the Balance
Worldwar: Upsetting the Balance
Worldwar: Striking the Balance

COLONIZATION
Colonization: Second Contact
Colonization: Down to Earth
Colonization: Aftershocks
Homeward Bound

THE VIDESSOS CYCLE
The Misplaced Legion
An Emperor for the Legion
The Legion of Videssos
Sword of the Legion

THE TALE OF KRISPOS
Krispos Rising
Krispos of Videssos
Krispos the Emperor

A World of Difference
Departures

How Few Remain

THE GREAT WAR
The Great War: American Front
The Great War: Walk in Hell
The Great War: Breakthroughs

AMERICAN EMPIRE
American Empire: Blood and Iron
American Empire: The Center Cannot Hold
American Empire: The Victorious Opposition

SETTLING ACCOUNTS
Settling Accounts: Return Engagement
Settling Accounts: Drive to the East
Settling Accounts: The Grapple

A World of Difference
is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 1990 by Harry Turtledove

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Del Rey Books, an imprint of The Random House Publishing-Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

D
EL
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EY
is a registered trademark and the Del Rey colophon is a trademark of Random House, Inc.

Originally published in the United States by Del Rey Books, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., in 1990.

eISBN: 978-0-307-79233-4

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v3.1

To the memory of my father-in-law Frank Frankos … and for Barney the Frog.

Contents
Author’s Note

Mars is boring. Turns out it’s too damn small. But what if it weren’t …

 

 

MINERVA
is the fourth planet out from the sun in the solar system, the first planet past Earth’s orbit. At its nearest approach to Earth, Minerva is the brightest object in the sky except for the sun and moon. It then looks to the naked eye like a brilliant, gray-blue star of magnitude –5.9. Sometimes it may even exceed that brightness for a short period. This is the result of the famous “Minervan flash,” which occurs when breaks in the cloud cover above the planet’s surface allow the sun to reflect directly off ice or water. Long before the cause of the phenomenon was known, it gave the planet its name: the Greeks called it
Athena,
after their flashing-eyed goddess of wisdom
. Minerva
is the Latin name for the same divinity
.

Since the invention of the telescope, Minerva has fascinated observers. It is the only world in the solar system besides Earth where water can exist as a liquid, and the presence of oxygen in its atmosphere has long suggested that, like Earth, it is a home for life
.

Since 1965, American and Soviet space probes have greatly added to our knowledge of Minerva. Despite the planet’s thick, cloudy atmosphere, we now have reliable maps of almost its entire surface. Not until 1976, though, did the
Viking I
spacecraft actually land on the planet. The
Viking
analyzed Minerva’s lower atmosphere, and the craft’s biological experiment package and the photographs it returned to Earth confirmed that there is life on the planet
.

Viking I’
s last photograph, arguably the most famous ever taken, confirmed far more than that. It proved humanity is not alone in the universe, for it shows a Minervan native carrying what cannot be anything but a deliberately manufactured artifact—whether a weapon or simply a pole remains the subject of hot debate. Transmission from
Viking I
ceased immediately after this photograph was made …

TABLE OF MINERVAN DATA

Equatorial diameter: 9,264 miles (14,909 km)

Mass: 8.35 × 10
24
kg (about 1.4 times that of Earth)

Density: 4.81 g/cm
3
(about 87% that of Earth)

Surface gravity: 1.02 that of Earth

Escape velocity: 7.60 miles/second (12.22 km/sec)

Greatest distance from sun: 154,800,000 miles (249,120,000
   km)

Least distance from sun: 128,350,000 miles (206,560,000
   km)

Sidereal day: 24 hr 37 min 23 sec

Mean solar day: 24 hr 39 min 35 sec

Sidereal period: 687 days

Synodic period: 779.5 days

Albedo: 45-50%

Surface atmospheric pressure: about 1,500 millibars

Atmosphere: Nitrogen, 80%; oxygen, 17%; argon, 1.2%;
   water vapor, 0.7%; carbon dioxide, 0.6%; other
   gases, 0.5%

Moons: 3 (Sophia, Parthenia, Arachne)

—From the
Encyclopaedia America
article, “Minerva.” Reproduced by permission.

1

Irv Levitt
pumped away on the exercise bike. Sweat clung greasily to his skin and matted his dark brown hair. He tossed his head. That was a mistake he still made after eight months in space. Little drops spread in all directions.

The anthropologist swore and mopped them out of the air with a soft, absorbent cloth like a big diaper. Without mopping up, the sweat would float around until it hit something—or someone. Jamming six people into a ship as cramped as
Athena
was tough enough without troubles like that.

Levitt worked the bike with grim intensity until finally, mercifully, the timer rang and let him off the hook. Then he toweled himself off and pushed himself out of the tiny exercise chamber and past the three sleeping cubicles.

On his way by, he stuck his head through the privacy curtain of his own chamber for a moment. The light inside was dim and red; his wife Sarah was tethered to the foam mattress, asleep. He smiled a little and went on to the control room.

Patricia and Frank Marquard were already there, watching the monitor as Minerva flowed by below at almost 19,000 miles an hour. Levitt saw the longing on their faces. It mirrored his own: like him, they wanted nothing more than to get down to the planet so they could start working. She was a biologist, her husband a geologist.

At the moment, the monitor showed mostly ice. That was not surprising; each of Minerva’s polar caps reached about halfway to the equator, the northern a bit more, the southern a bit less. Sometimes the planet looked so frigid and forbidding that even a glance could make Levitt shiver.

Not now, though. The
Athena
moved north past the edge of the southern polar cap. Through cloud cover, Levitt glimpsed one of the long, deep gorges that channeled meltwater from the icecaps to the seas and lakes of the southern tropics every Minervan spring.

“I think I’d kill for a shower about now, even in water that cold,” he said.

Pat Marquard nodded rueful agreement. “Disinfectant wipes just aren’t the same,” she said. “I’m sick of smelling like an infirmary. I’m sick of short hair, too, and even sicker of having it smell like an infirmary.” Back on Earth, her hair had been a curly blond waterfall that went halfway down her back; she was vain about it. Keeping it only a couple of inches longer than Frank’s had given her something to complain about ever since
Athena
left the American space station.

“I could go for a shower, too, but I’m not looking forward to gravity again,” Frank said.

Levitt glared at him half seriously. “You have the nasty habit of pointing out things we’d all rather not think about. Just working the bike leaves my legs sore. Having to hold myself up again, walk, run—” He broke off, shaking his head in distaste.

“We may have to do some running,” Pat said quietly.

She let it drop there, but her eyes, her husband’s, and Irv’s automatically went to one of the two pictures taped above the monitor: the
Viking
photo. It shared pride of place with Galileo’s first sketch of Minerva through the telescope, but Galileo’s drawing got short shrift. Sometimes Irv stared at the
Viking
shot so hard that he ignored the planetary view under it. That picture was the reason for
Athena
, and the reason it had an anthropologist—it had
him—
aboard: the only glimpse humanity had ever had of another intelligent race.

Ever since
Viking
was destroyed, people had been searching for words to describe Minervans—or at least
this
Minervan, Levitt reminded himself; nobody had any idea how typical he, she, or it was. “Fat hatrack” was about the best short phrase anyone had come up with, and even the learned articles in
Science
and
Nature
had not done much better than that.

The creature was essentially cylindrical, better than six feet tall, and about a foot and a half across through most of its height. Half a dozen short, stumpy legs were equally spaced around its base. A like number of arms ringed its torso about a foot below the top; a ring of six eyes sprouted from the bulge there.

No mouth was visible. Some people wondered if the Minervan
had one. If so, was it on the side away from the
Viking
’s camera, or in the center of the top part? Levitt would have bet on the latter; the Minervan looked to be radially symmetrical, not built on the bilateral pattern more common on Earth. He was willing to admit he was just guessing, though.

Each of the Minervan’s legs ended in three claws, each arm in three fingers. Two arms held the Artifact, as the anthropologists had dubbed it. Levitt had no idea what the thing was supposed to be for: it could have been a crook, a flail, a pole vaulter’s pole, anything. He doubted it was intended as a wrecking bar, but it had done the job plenty well.

“Junior doesn’t look as though it’d be very fast,” he said musingly.

“Neither are we, relative to the rest of the big mammals,” Pat said. “We have things besides speed going for us. So do the Minervans, I’ll guarantee you that.”

“That ‘relative’ is a good point, Pat,” Frank Marquard put in. “Without knowing what the local competition is, we can’t tell whether Junior’s a sloth or a gazelle.”

“You’ve been listening to your wife too much. Comes of sharing a cubicle with her, I suppose,” Irv said. He tried to remember when they had started calling the Minervan Junior and failed. Sometime very early on in the flight, anyway. “Me, I don’t care how fast Junior is by local standards. I just want to know whether I can outrun it if it decides to swing the Artifact at me.”

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