Heavy Planet (43 page)
Authors: Hal Clement
“All right. Go on back to Communications, and good luck. Let us know if either you or they come up with anything else that seems worth trying.”
The four scientists assented and left together. The ten remaining conference
members were silent for some minutes before Aucoin voiced what all but one were thinking.
members were silent for some minutes before Aucoin voiced what all but one were thinking.
“Let’s face it,” he said slowly. “The real argument is going to come when we relay this report to Barlennan.”
Ib Hoffman jerked upright. “You haven’t yet?” he snapped.
“Only the fact of the original stranding, which Easy told them, and occasional progress reports on the repair work. Nothing yet about the freeze-up.”
“Why not?” Easy could read danger signals in her husband’s voice, and wondered whether she wanted to smooth this one over or not. Aucoin looked surprised at the question.
“You know why as well as I do. Whether he learned about it now or ten hours from now or from Dondragmer when he gets back to the Settlement a year from now would make little difference. There is nothing Barlennan could do immediately to help, and the only thing he could do at all is something we’d rather he didn’t.”
“And that is?” interjected Easy sweetly. She had about made up her mind which line to take.
“That is, as you well know, sending one of the two land-cruisers still at the Settlement off to rescue the
Kwembly,
as he wanted to do for the
Esket.”
Kwembly,
as he wanted to do for the
Esket.”
“And you still object to that.”
“Certainly, for exactly the same reasons as before-which Barlennan, I admit, accepted that time. It’s not entirely that we have other specific plans for those two cruisers, but that’s part of it. Whatever you may think, Easy, I don’t dismiss life as unimportant merely because it isn’t human life. I do object, though, to wasting time and resources. Changing policy in the middle of an operation generally does both.”
“But if you claim that Mesklinite lives mean as much to you as human ones, how can you talk about waste?”
“You’re not thinking, Easy. I understand and don’t really blame you, but you’re ignoring the fact that the
Kwembly
is something like ten thousand miles airline from the Settlement, and more like thirteen thousand by the route they took. A rescue vehicle could not possibly cover that track in less than two hundred or two hundred and fifty hours. The last part of it, which the
Kwembly
traversed by being washed down a river, might not be findable and the last four thousand miles across the snow field may no longer be passable.”
Kwembly
is something like ten thousand miles airline from the Settlement, and more like thirteen thousand by the route they took. A rescue vehicle could not possibly cover that track in less than two hundred or two hundred and fifty hours. The last part of it, which the
Kwembly
traversed by being washed down a river, might not be findable and the last four thousand miles across the snow field may no longer be passable.”
“We could give them directions with satellite fixes.”
“We could, no doubt. The fact remains that unless Dondragmer can get himself, his crew, and his vehicle out of their present trouble, nothing Barlennan can send out for him is likely to be of the slightest help
if
the
Kwembly
is in real and immediate danger. If she is not, if it’s just a matter of being frozen in like a nineteenth-century whaler, they have indefinite supplies with their closed-cycle life system and fusion converters and we and Barlennan can plan a nice, leisurely rescue.”
if
the
Kwembly
is in real and immediate danger. If she is not, if it’s just a matter of being frozen in like a nineteenth-century whaler, they have indefinite supplies with their closed-cycle life system and fusion converters and we and Barlennan can plan a nice, leisurely rescue.”
“Like Destigmet’s
Esket
,” retorted the woman with some bitterness. “It’s been over seven months, and you squelched all rescue talk then and ever since!”
Esket
,” retorted the woman with some bitterness. “It’s been over seven months, and you squelched all rescue talk then and ever since!”
“That was a very different situation. The
Esket
is still standing there, unchanged as far as her vision sets can tell us, but her crew has dropped out of sight. We haven’t the faintest idea what has happened to them but since they’re not on board and haven’t been for all this time it’s impossible to believe they’re still alive. Even with all their abilities and physical toughness, Mesklinites couldn’t live on Dhrawn for seven months without a good deal more equipment than their air suits.”
Esket
is still standing there, unchanged as far as her vision sets can tell us, but her crew has dropped out of sight. We haven’t the faintest idea what has happened to them but since they’re not on board and haven’t been for all this time it’s impossible to believe they’re still alive. Even with all their abilities and physical toughness, Mesklinites couldn’t live on Dhrawn for seven months without a good deal more equipment than their air suits.”
Easy had no answer. On pure logic, Aucoin was perfectly right; but she could not accept the idea that the situation was purely logical. Ib knew how she felt and decided that the time had come to change course again. He shared the planner’s opinion, up to a point, on basic policy; he also knew why his wife could not possibly accept it.
“The real, immediate problem, as I see it,” Hoffman interjected, “is the one Don has with the men who are still outside. As I get it, two are under the ice, as far as anyone can tell; and no one seems to know whether that puddle is frozen to the bottom. In any case, judging by the work they were supposed to be doing, they’re in among the
Kwembly’
s trucks somewhere. I suppose that means a straight icepick-and-search job. I can’t guess what the chances are of an air suited Mesklinite’s living through that sort of thing. The temperature won’t bother them that far below melting water ice, but I don’t know what other physiological limitations they may have.
Kwembly’
s trucks somewhere. I suppose that means a straight icepick-and-search job. I can’t guess what the chances are of an air suited Mesklinite’s living through that sort of thing. The temperature won’t bother them that far below melting water ice, but I don’t know what other physiological limitations they may have.
“Don’s first officer is also missing, overdue from a helicopter flight. We can’t help directly, since he didn’t take a communicator with him, but there is another flier available. Has Dondragmer asked us to assist while a search is made with the other machine and a vision set?”
“He hadn’t up to half an hour ago,” replied Mersereau.
“Then I strongly advise that we suggest it to him.”
Aucoin nodded agreement, and glanced at the woman. “Your job, I’d say, Easy.”
“If someone hasn beaten me to it.” She rose, pinched Ib’s ear in passing, and left the room.
“Next point,” Hoffman went on. “Granting that you may be right in opposing a rescue expedition from the Settlement, I think it’s time Barlennan was brought up to date about the
Kwembly
.”
Kwembly
.”
“Why ask for more troubles than we need?” retorted Aucoin. “I don’t like to argue with anyone, especially when he doesn’t really have to listen to me.”
“I don’t think you’ll have to argue. Remember, he agreed with us the other time.”
“You were saying a few minutes ago that you weren’t sure how sincere his agreements have been.”
“I’m not, but if he had been strongly against us that time he’d have done
just what he wanted and sent a crew out to help the
Esket
. He did, remember, on a couple of other occasions when there was a cruiser in trouble.”
just what he wanted and sent a crew out to help the
Esket
. He did, remember, on a couple of other occasions when there was a cruiser in trouble.”
“That was much closer to the settlement, and we finally approved the action,” retorted Aucoin.
“And you know as well as I do that we approved it because we could see that he was going to do it anyway.”
“We approved it, Ib, because your wife was on Barlennan’s side both times and out-talked us. Your argument, incidentally, is a point against telling him about the present situation.”
“Whose side was she on during the
Esket
argument? I still think we should tell Barlennan the present situation pronto. Plain honesty aside, the longer we wait the more certain he is to find out, sooner or later, that we’ve been censoring expedition reports on him.”
Esket
argument? I still think we should tell Barlennan the present situation pronto. Plain honesty aside, the longer we wait the more certain he is to find out, sooner or later, that we’ve been censoring expedition reports on him.”
“I wouldn’t call it censoring. We’ve never changed a thing.”
“But you have delayed the relay plenty of times while you decided what he ought to know, and as I’ve said before I don’t think that’s the game as we agreed to play it with him. Pardon my reactionary sentiments, but on purely selfish grounds we’d be well advised to keep his confidence as long as possible.”
Several of the others, who had listened in silence up to this point, spoke up almost at once when Hoffman expressed this sentiment. It took Aucoin several seconds to untangle their words, but it eventually became clear that the feeling of the group was with Ib. The chairman yielded gracefully; his technique did not involve standing in front of the bull.
“All right, we pass on the complete report to Barlennan as soon as we adjourn.” He glanced at the winner. “That is, if Mrs. Hoffman hasn’t sent it already. What’s the next point?”
One of the men who had done little but listen up to this point asked a question. “Forgive me if I didn’t follow you too clearly a few minutes ago. Ib, you and Alan both claim that Barlennan agreed with Project policy in limiting to an absolute minimum the amount of sophisticated equipment his expedition was to use. That was my understanding also; but you, Ib, just mentioned having doubts about Barlennan’s sincerity. Do any of those doubts stern from his accepting the helicopters?”
Hoffman shook his head. “No. The arguments we used for their necessity were good, and the only surprising thing to me was that Barlennan didn’t anticipate them and take the equipment without argument.”
“But Mesklinites are acrophobic by nature. The thought of flying, to anyone from a world like that, must be just unimaginable.”
Ib smiled grimly. “True. But one of the first things Barlennan did after he made his deal with the Gravity people and started learning basic science was to design, build and fly, on Mesklin, in the polar zone where gravity is at its highest, a hot air balloon. Whatever is motivating Barlennan, it isn’t acrophobia.
I don’t exactly doubt him; I’m just not sure of his thinking, if you’ll forgive a rather crude quibble.”
I don’t exactly doubt him; I’m just not sure of his thinking, if you’ll forgive a rather crude quibble.”
“I agree,” Aucoin interjected. “And I think we’re running dry. I suggest we break up for, say, six hours. We can think, or go down to Comm and listen to the Mesklinites or talk with them; anything that will keep your thoughts on Dhrawn questions. You know my ideas about that.”
“That’s where mine have been.” It was the same speaker. “I keep wondering about the
Esket
, every time one of the cruisers runs into trouble, even when the trouble is obviously natural..
Esket
, every time one of the cruisers runs into trouble, even when the trouble is obviously natural..
“So do we all, I imagine,” rejoined Aucoin.
“The more I think of it, the more I feel that her crew must have run into intelligent opposition. After all, we know there is life on Dhrawn, more than the bushes and pseudo-algae the Mesklinites have found. They wouldn’t account quantitatively for that atmosphere; there must be a complete ecological complex somewhere. I’d guess in the higher-temperature regions.”
“Such as Low Alpha.” Hoffman completed the thought. “Yes, you don’t have ammonia and free oxygen in the same environment for very long, on the time scale of a planet. I can believe the possibility of an intelligent species here. We haven’t found any sign of it from space and the Mesklinite ground parties haven’t met it, unless the
Esket
did, but seventeen billion square miles of planet make a lot of good reasons for that. The idea is plausible and you’re not the first to get it but I don’t know where it leaves us. Barlennan thought of it too, according to Easy, and debated sending another cruiser to the area of the
Esket
’s loss specifically to seek and contact any intelligence that may be there; but even Barlennan was doubtful about undertaking a search. We certainly haven’t pushed it.”
Esket
did, but seventeen billion square miles of planet make a lot of good reasons for that. The idea is plausible and you’re not the first to get it but I don’t know where it leaves us. Barlennan thought of it too, according to Easy, and debated sending another cruiser to the area of the
Esket
’s loss specifically to seek and contact any intelligence that may be there; but even Barlennan was doubtful about undertaking a search. We certainly haven’t pushed it.”
“Why not?” cut in Mersereau. “If we could get in touch with natives as we did on Mesklin the project could really get going! We wouldn’t have to depend so completely on—oh.”
Aucoin smiled grimly.
“Precisely,” he said. “Now you
have
found a good reason for wondering about Barlennan’s frankness. I’m not saying that he’s an ice-hearted politician who would give up the lives of his men just to keep a hammerlock on the Dhrawn operation, but the
Esket
’s crew was pretty certainly already beyond rescue when he finally agreed not to send the
Kalliff
in the same direction.”
have
found a good reason for wondering about Barlennan’s frankness. I’m not saying that he’s an ice-hearted politician who would give up the lives of his men just to keep a hammerlock on the Dhrawn operation, but the
Esket
’s crew was pretty certainly already beyond rescue when he finally agreed not to send the
Kalliff
in the same direction.”
“There is another point, though,” Hoffman said thoughtfully.
“What?”
“I’m not sure it’s worth mentioning, since we can’t evaluate it; but the
Kwembly
is commanded by Dondragmer, who is a long-time associate of Barlennan’s and should by ordinary reasoning be an extremely close friend. Is there any chance that his being involved would influence Barl’s judgment about a rescue trip or even make him order one against his better judgment? Like you,
I don’t think that caterpillar is just an administrative machine. His cold-bloodedness is purely physical.”
Kwembly
is commanded by Dondragmer, who is a long-time associate of Barlennan’s and should by ordinary reasoning be an extremely close friend. Is there any chance that his being involved would influence Barl’s judgment about a rescue trip or even make him order one against his better judgment? Like you,
I don’t think that caterpillar is just an administrative machine. His cold-bloodedness is purely physical.”
“I’ve wondered about that too,” the chief planner admitted. “It surprised me greatly months ago when he let Dondragmer go out at all. I’d gotten the impression that he didn’t want him to take major chances. I didn’t worry too much about ic--certainly no one knows enough about Mesklinite psychology in general or Barlennan’s in particular to base any serious planning on. If anyone does, Ib, it’s your wife, and she can’t or won’t put what she understands about them into words. As you say, we can’t assign weight to the friendship-influence possibility. We just add it to the list of questions. Let me hear any ideas about those crewmen who are presumably frozen under the Kuvmbly and then we really must break up.”
“A fusion converter would keep a good, large heating coil going, and resistors aren’t very complex equipment,” Mersereau pointed out. “Heaters aren’t a very unreasonable piece of equipment on Dhrawn, either. If only-”
“But we didn’t,” interrupted Aucoin.
“But we did, if you’d let me finish. There are enough converters with the Kwembly to lift her off the planet if their energy could be applied to such a job. There must be some metal aboard which could be jury-rigged into resistors or arcs. Whether the Mesklinites could operate such gadgets I don’t know. There must be a limit even to their temperature tolerance but we might at least ask if they’ve thought of such a thing.”
“You’re wrong on one point. I know there is very little metal either in their equipment or the supplies on those land-cruisers and I’d be startled if Mesklinite rope turned out to be a conductor. I’m no chemist, but anything bonded as firmly as that stuff must have its electrons pretty well latched in place. By all means check with Dondragmer, though. Easy is presumably still in Comm; she can help you if there are no linguistically broad Mesklinites on duty at the other end. We’re adjourned.”
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