Ark (32 page)

67

July 2048

T
hey held the ballot using paper from a sacrificed social engineers’ manual on optimal breeding policies. Holle moderated the process, with observers from all the crew’s principal factions. She even got little Helen Gray and Steel Antionadi, just six and three, to help gather the ballot slips and count them, as a way of tying in the new shipborn generation to the results.

In the first round Venus came third, and was eliminated. And in the runoff Wilson beat Kelly by two-thirds to one-third. Much to Holle’s relief, nobody disputed the result.

68

September 2049

“W
e might have a problem,” was all Venus would say to Holle, very quietly, over the command crew’s Snoopy-hat comms link.

So Holle made her way to the cupola, and took a seat, and waited in the humming dark while Venus and Cora Robles completed some complex number-crunching procedure, the data passing back and forth between their screens in columns of numbers, swirling curves and eye-boggling multidimensional displays.

In the cupola, you got used to long silences. That was Venus Jenning’s way. The cupola was an island of calm, with its scents of plastic and metal and electronics, even a new-carpet smell of cleanness, and the smooth humming of the air-cycling fans. It was like sitting inside a computer core. And beyond the glass walls there were only the patient stars. Sitting in here you could forget the hulls even existed, with their chaos and shabbiness and endless fractiousness, ruled over by Wilson and his allies with their aloof, faintly menacing power.

The cupola was a refuge for Holle, she freely admitted, and it was obviously a refuge for those who worked here too. All of Venus’s people were damaged in one way or another. All of them Candidates, all of them around thirty, roughly the same age as Venus and Holle herself: Cora Robles who had lost a child, Thomas Windrup mutilated in Kelly’s last act as speaker, and Elle Strekalov, traumatized by the long-drawn-out dispute between Thomas and Jack Shaughnessy.

Even Venus had become more withdrawn since the bruising events fourteen months ago, what Kelly continued to call Wilson’s coup against her. Venus had always suspected that she had been maneuvered, somehow, by Wilson into challenging Kelly first. She felt betrayed. She conceded Wilson had brought a certain stability that had been lacking under Kelly. But she always pointed out that the one part of Wilson’s draft constitution that had been quietly struck out after he took office was a limitation clause, restricting any speaker to one term of four years. At least this peculiar relationship, between Venus and Wilson, was stable. Holle hoped it would remain so for the remaining couple of years of the cruise to Earth II.

And it was Earth II, and Venus’s latest data on it, that Holle had been summoned to discuss today.

The astronomers reached some break point in their study. They sat back and breathed deep and stretched, as if coming up for air. Cora smiled at Holle, and clambered out through the airlock into Seba. Venus and Holle were left alone. Venus tapped a key on a laptop, and Holle heard a faint rattle of bolts.

“You locked us in,” Holle said, surprised.

“You got it.” Venus produced a flask from the low shelf unit beside her workstation. “You want some coffee?”

“I’m honored.”

Venus poured out two cups.

Holle sipped gratefully. The ability of the processing systems to keep producing a hot, warm liquid that still tasted something like actual coffee nearly eight years after launch from Gunnison was one of the Ark’s minor miracles. “You always seem to have the best brew in here, Venus.”

Venus smiled, her face dimly illuminated by her glowing screen. “Got to give people some kind of incentive to visit. By the way, when that hatch is locked the data feed to the rest of the ship is cut too. So we have a little privacy.”

Holle stared. “You cut yourself off even from Wilson?”

“Oh, our great leader gets a continuous feed.” She winked at Holle.

“Which isn’t to say he’s fed the unvarnished truth the whole time.”

“You manipulate the data feed?”

“Wilson needs us, he needs what we do. As long as I’m no direct threat to him, I think he lets me keep my little secrets.”

And there was an expression of the most basic tactic for survival on this Ark: to grab a bit of power and hold on to it.

“So you have a ‘little secret’ today?”

Venus nodded. “I’ll tell Wilson about it when I’m ready. We need more data to establish the case. But—”

“You said there’s a problem.”

“With Earth II,” Venus said. “I think there’s a problem with our destination, Holle. I need you to help me figure out how to handle it.”

“Shit.”

Venus grinned. “That doesn’t begin to cover it.” She swiveled a screen so it faced Holle. “We have images of Earth II. Still rudimentary, but—”

Holle was astonished. “Wow.
Images.
And you kept them to yourself?”

“So far.”

“Suddenly I feel like Columbus.”

“More like the crew of Apollo 8,” Venus said. “Remember how Gordo used to claim to have met them all, Borman, Lovell and Anders? The first to leave Earth orbit, the first to see the world whole and complete . . .” Her finger hovered over a key. “Let me show you how we got the data.”

Since going to warp, Venus and her team had continued to use the Ark as a mobile telescopic platform for inspecting the nearby stars and their planets, extending the depth and quality of the searches that had been possible from Earth, and from the Ark itself at Jupiter. It seemed remarkable to Holle that it was possible to perform such fine work from within a warp bubble, with the telescopes peering out through a wall of folded spacetime. But the lensing of the light was easy to unravel; you just traced the rays back along the paths they had followed, following solutions through the forest of relativistic equations that described the Alcubierre warp.

Even now that they were out among the stars, the feeble light of a planet, reflecting a scrap of its parent star’s radiation output, remained difficult to detect. So Venus had her telescopes look for the subtle dips in a star’s light when a planet transited before its face—a technique that would only work if the orbit happened to be edge-on to the Ark. Or she looked for the wobbles in a star’s motion characteristic of it being pulled around by the orbiting bulk of planets. What struck Holle as the cleverest technique involved a pair of telescopes observing the same star but from some distance apart. Light acted as a wave, and waves when combined interfered with each other, constructively or destructively. The signals from the two telescopes were combined so that a destructive resonance occurred between the two feeds of the star’s own light—and with the star itself made invisible, any planets, each no brighter than a billionth or so of the star’s own luminosity, could be made out.

With such techniques a planet could be observed closely, its mass and gravity estimated, the spectrum of its light analyzed for signs of water and for such atmospheric constituents as methane and oxygen. Before the Ark left Jupiter these Earthlike signatures had been recognized of a planet of 82 Eridani, a star not unlike the sun.

“But,” Venus said, “we’re not just staring at Earth II the whole time. We’ve been looking further out, as far as we can see, across a sphere a hundred light-years in radius, trying to map everything we can. Why not? Even if we make it to Earth II it’s going to be a long time before anybody else gets a chance to do any planet-spotting, and certainly not from a platform like this. There are limits to detectability, a base of astrophysical noise you can’t see through. But we’re easily sensitive enough to spot an Earthlike planet at an Earthlike distance from a sun-like star, for instance from stellar velocity oscillations of a centimeter a second or so. So we’re drawing up a catalog, a legacy for future generations.” She grinned, and the Venus that Holle had grown up with peeked out from inside the grave thirty-year-old woman. “Besides, what else have we got to do all day? It’s this or scrub the walls.”

“I believe you.”

“So you ready for Earth II?”

“Hit me.”

The screen before Holle lit up with a disc, a world. It was almost full, with only a crescent in shadow, to the left-hand side. And the lit portion, the right hemisphere, bathed in the sunlike light of 82 Eridani, was dominated by a shield of ocean that gleamed gray. Holle saw a dazzling highlight at the right-hand limb cast by the out-of-sight star. There was a swirl of cloud in that daylight hemisphere, a big storm system of some kind. Elsewhere she saw land, a thin gray belt across the waist of the planet, another landmass below it, a kind of archipelago above. The image was blurred, an artifact of the telescopy; no details much smaller than continents were visible.

Venus watched her, grinning. “Even Wilson hasn’t seen this yet.” Holle shook her head. “It’s like a special effect in a HeadSpace game. And so Earthlike. No polar caps?”

“No, though the surface temperature isn’t much different from Earth’s. Well, there have been intervals in prehistory when Earth was ice-free.”

“Are these true colors? The landmasses are a little darker than on Earth maybe.”

Venus nodded. “True. Not so green as Earth. 82 Eridani is a G5 class rather than a G2 like Sol, and the light is subtly different. We suspect there’s some different light-gathering chemistry going on down there.”

“But there’s life.”

“Oh, yes, we think so. No chance of that oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere without it.”

Holle peered at the scattered landmasses. Would the shapes of these strange continents become as familiar to the Ark’s children as Africa and America and Asia had once been to her own parents and grandparents, before the flood covered them over? “Venus, this looks pretty good to me. What’s the problem?”

“Watch this sequence. Earth II’s day is longer than Earth’s, about thirty hours. These images were taken a couple of hours apart.”

It was like a crude, blurry animation, showing the world turning on a horizontal axis. That long central landmass moved downwards, and the other continent moved out of sight, under the belly of the world. The belt of shadow didn’t shift. The sun was out of sight, somewhere to her right . . .

Suddenly Holle saw it. “Oh. It’s a Uranus. The axis is tipped over, pointing at the sun.”

“Tipped through almost ninety degrees. Compared to, what, twenty-three and a half degrees for Earth? Actually we think it’s more like Mars, where the axis swings back and forth over periods of hundreds of thousands of years. Earth is stabilized by the moon; Mars lacks a big enough moon—and so does Earth II. The tipping seems to be tied into tidal effects from two big Jovians further out.”

“That’s why there’s no ice.”

“Yes. Each pole must be blasted by continual sunlight for half the year, while the other is in permanent shadow.”

“How could this come about?”

“Planets, and planetary systems, are common, Holle. We’ve learned that much—the sky is full of them. But the formation processes they go through are chaotic. They coalesce out of clouds of dust and ice, and then endure a hierarchy of impacts, from dust grains banging into each other up to the point where planet-sized masses collide. Not only that, there’s migration. Stars are born in crowded nurseries, and the remnant cloud is blown away pretty quickly by the light from neighboring baby stars. But before then tidal friction with the cloud can cause worlds the mass of Jupiter to go drifting inward through the system, scattering smaller worlds like birds. So there’s a lot of chance involved in the process. Anyhow this is probably why we have discovered so few ‘Earths;’ in nice stable circular orbits just the right distance from their star. And if you put constraints on the
kind
of star you want, you’re looking at an even smaller selection.”

Holle pulled her nose. “I have this feeling you’re drawing me into an argument.”

Venus sighed. “Well, it’s an argument that was dead before we left Jupiter. Holle, we’ve found Earths orbiting other kinds of star, not like Sol at all. M-class red dwarfs, for instance. If you orbit close in enough, you get reasonable temperatures. Some of those M-Earths are
better candidates than Earth II
—even based on what we knew at Jupiter. But there was a faction at Mission Control who wouldn’t countenance going anywhere but a yellow sun.”

“I remember,” Holle said. “I tried to keep out of it. Gordo Alonzo put his foot down in the end, didn’t he?”

“Yeah. ‘I’m not sending this crew to the fucking planet Krypton!’ Basically we took a bet that this candidate, from the restricted set we were prepared to consider, would pan out for us. Well, we lost. We’re doing some modeling of Earth II’s surface conditions. There are complex weather systems, quite unlike Earth. Evidently simple life survives there. But—”

“But it might not be a world for humans.”

“I don’t know. I hope it is. I fear not.” Venus sighed, and shut down her image sequence. “There’s a lesson here that just one astronomical parameter, in this case the axial tilt, may ruin a world from a human point of view. Which may be why we’ve seen no signs of intelligent life anywhere.”

Holle stared. “You’ve been looking?”

“Of course we have. Wouldn’t you? We’ve been looking the way we’re heading, and into the center of the Galaxy too, where most of the stars are. We’ve seen nothing, Holle, no signs of off-planet orbital infrastructures—no Dyson spheres, no ringworlds—and no sign that anybody’s meddled with the evolution of the stars. And not a bit of organized data in the radio hiss. It’s a big, empty Galaxy. Empty save for us. And that’s
spooky.”
Her voice was small, the pupils of her dark-adapted eyes huge in the soft light of her screen as she peered out at the stars.

Watching her, Holle wondered what kind of long-term effect the contemplation of a silent universe might be having on Venus and her people. The Ark sure didn’t need any more crazies. “Venus, I think we ought to start talking to people about this. Your doubts about Earth II. The sooner we start planning how we handle the issue the better.”

Venus grunted. “Sure. Start with Wilson, as he’ll be listening in anyhow. But keep it from the crew for now. No point stirring up negative reactions.”

“Thanks for the coffee. Umm, could you unlock the hatch?”