Leviathans of Jupiter

BOOK: Leviathans of Jupiter
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To Barbara and Peter Brusco, with love

 

But ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is those who know little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science.

—C
HARLES
D
ARWIN

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

Epigraph

The Boundless Sea

I. Fusion Torch Ship
Australia

Ceres Orbit:
Chrysalis II
Habitat

Fusion Torch Ship
Australia

Captain's Quarters

Leviathan

Infirmary

Ship's Passageway

Main Lounge

Jupiter Orbit: Research Station
Thomas Gold

Fusion Torch Ship
Australia

Main Lounge

Passenger Quarters

Katherine Westfall's Suite

Electronics Workshop

Infirmary

Dolphin Tank

Metamorphosis

Contact

Main Lounge

Infirmary

Leviathan

Observation Blister

Dorn's Transformation

Andy Corvus's Stateroom

Infirmary

Katherine Westfall's Suite

Dolphin Tank

Infirmary

Infirmary

Leviathan

II. Jupiter Orbit: Research Station
Gold

Recovery

Station
Gold

Intellectual Cousins

Katherine Westfall's Quarters

Grant Archer's Office

Dinner

Plans

Control Center

Research Vessel
Faraday

Ultrahyperbaric Chamber

Dolphin Tank

Grant Archer's Office

Katherine Westfall's Quarters

Launch

Perfluorocarbon

Faraday

Galley

Countermove

Faraday

Observation Deck

Attack

Control Center

Conference Room

Fluid Dynamics Laboratory

Immersion Center

Mission Control Center

Leviathan

III. Preparations

Immersion Center

Faraday

Main Conference Room

Grant Archer's Office

Clinic

Main Galley

Nanotech Laboratory

Sacrifice

Nanotech Laboratory

Mission Control Center

Dorn's Quarters

Rodney Devlin

Observation Deck

Dolphin Tank

Leviathan

Grant Archer's Office

Kitchen

Nanotechnology Laboratory

Launch Party

IV. The Mission

Immersion Capsule

Launch

Leviathan

Katherine Westfall's Quarters

Through the Atmosphere

Into the Ocean

Searching

Research Station
Gold

Leviathan

Faraday

Dissociation

The Charge of the Light Brigade

Contact

Communication

Cats and Mouse

Faraday

Images

Grant Archer's Office

Deeper

Grant Archer's Office

Faraday

Grant Archer's Office

Leviathan

Katherine Westfall's Suite

Decision

Miscommunication

Conference Room

Wild Ride

Observation Blister

The Kin

The Elders

Katherine Westfall

The Symmetry

Decisions

Trouble

Questions

Responsibilities

Escape

Departure

Epilogue

Decompression

Debriefing

Farewell

Tor books by Ben Bova

Copyright

THE BOUNDLESS SEA

It is an endless ocean, more than ten times wider than the entire planet Earth. Beneath the swirling clouds that cover Jupiter from pole to pole, that ocean has never seen sunlight, nor has it ever felt the rough confining contours of land. Its waves have never crashed against a craggy shore, never thundered upon a sloping beach, for there is no land anywhere across Jupiter's enormous girth: not even an island or a reef. The ocean's billows sweep across the face of the deeps without hindrance, eternally.

Heated from below by the planet's seething core, swirled into frenzy by Jupiter's hyperkinetic spin rate, ferocious currents race through this endless sea, liquid jet streams howling madly, long powerful wave trains surging uninterrupted all the way around the world, circling the globe over and over again. Gigantic storms rack the ocean, too, typhoons bigger than whole planets, hurricanes that have roared their fury for century after century.

Jupiter is the largest of all the solar system's planets, more than ten times bigger and three hundred times as massive as Earth. Jupiter is so immense it could swallow all the other planets easily. Its Great Red Spot, a storm that has raged for centuries, is itself wider than Earth. And the Spot is merely one feature visible among the innumerable vortexes and streams of Jupiter's frenetically racing cloud tops.

Yet Jupiter is composed mainly of the lightest elements, hydrogen and helium, more like a star than a planet. All that size and mass, yet Jupiter spins on its axis in less than ten hours, so fast that the planet is clearly not spherical. Its poles are noticeably flattened. Jupiter looks like a big, colorfully striped beach ball that's squashed down as if some gigantic invisible child were sitting upon it.

Spinning that fast, Jupiter's deep, cloud-topped atmosphere is swirled into bands and ribbons of multihued clouds: pale yellow, saffron orange, white, tawny yellow-brown, dark brown, bluish, pink and red. Titanic winds push the clouds across the face of Jupiter at hundreds of kilometers per hour. What lies beneath them? For a century planetary astronomers had cautiously sent probes into the Jovian atmosphere. They barely penetrated the cloud tops before being crushed by overwhelming pressure.

But the inquisitive scientists from Earth persisted and gradually learned that some fifty thousand kilometers beneath those clouds—nearly four times Earth's diameter—lies that boundless ocean, an ocean almost eleven times wider than Earth and some five thousand kilometers deep. Heavily laced with ammonia and sulfur compounds, highly acidic, it is still an ocean of water. Everywhere in the solar system, where there is liquid water, life exists.

They also found that organic compounds form naturally in the clouds and precipitate down into the sea: particles constantly wafting into the restless ocean, like manna falling from heaven.

Eventually the scientists found that life exists in Jupiter's boundless ocean, as well. Enormous creatures, as big as cities, cruise through those raging currents as easily as a lad poling a raft along a quiet stream on Earth, feeding themselves on the organics constantly drifting down from above. Lords of their world, these creatures exist where humans and their most inventive technology can barely penetrate.

The humans called them leviathans. And they wondered: Could these beasts be intelligent?

I

FUSION TORCH SHIP
AUSTRALIA

To follow knowledge like a sinking star,

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ulysses

CERES ORBIT:
CHRYSALIS II
HABITAT

Big George Ambrose was far from happy.

“I still don't see why they need a fookin' microbiologist,” he grumbled. “Bloody beasts on Jupiter are big as mountains, aren't they?”

His daughter Deirdre nodded in agreement. The two of them were waiting in
Chrysalis II
's departure lounge for the torch ship from the Earth/Moon system to dock at the habitat. No one else was in the departure lounge; no one else from the habitat was heading for Jupiter.

They did not look much like father and daughter. George was a huge bushy mountain of a man, with a tangled mop of brick red hair and a thick unruly beard to match, both bearing the first telltale streaks of silver. Deirdre was almost as tall as he, but seemed dwarfed next to him. She was strikingly beautiful, though, with wide innocent almond eyes that had a slight oriental cast to them and high cheekbones, thanks to her mother. She had her father's strong jaw and auburn hair that glowed like molten copper as it streamed down past her shoulders. She was wearing a simple pullover blouse and comfortable slacks, but they couldn't hide the supple curves of her ample figure.

“You'll miss my retirement party,” George growled.

“I'm sorry about that,” Deirdre said. “But they promised me a full scholarship to the Sorbonne if I'd put in a year at the research station in Jupiter orbit. A full scholarship, Daddy!”

“On Earth.”

“Yes! On Earth!”

George shook his shaggy head. “Earth's a dangerous place. Too many people. All sorts of diseases and maniacs runnin' around.”

“Daddy, it's
Earth
!” Deirdre exclaimed. “It's civilization. It's culture. I don't want to spend my whole life cooped up in this habitat. I know you love it, but I want to see the real world!”

George muttered something too low for his daughter to catch.

George Ambrose had been director of the rock rats' habitat orbiting the asteroid Ceres for the past quarter century. He had helped build the original
Chrysalis
for the miners and prospectors who combed the Asteroid Belt in search of the metals and minerals that fed the human race's expansion through the solar system. He had directed the building of
Chrysalis II
when the rock rats' first habitat had been destroyed in the Asteroid Wars.

And he had presided over the trial of the mercenary killer who had wiped out the original habitat.

Now he stood with his only daughter scowling at the display screen that spread across one entire bulkhead of the departure lounge. It showed the long, sleek torch ship from Earth making the final delicate maneuvers of its rendezvous with the slowly revolving wheel of the habitat. George saw tiny puffs of cold gas squirting from the ship's maneuvering rockets: thruster farts, he said to himself.

Like most of the habitat, the departure lounge was strictly utilitarian: a row of hard benches ran along its facing gray bulkheads, the scuffed, dull heavy steel hatch of the airlock between them. No windows; the only outside view was from the wide display screen that stretched above one of the benches.

Across from the wall screen, though, was a mural that Deirdre had painted as a teenager, a seascape she had copied from memory after studying a docudrama about Earth's oceans. Deirdre's murals decorated many of the otherwise drab sections of the habitat: Even the crude, gaudy daubings she had done as a child still remained on the otherwise colorless bulkheads of
Chrysalis II
. They were little better than graffiti, but her father would not permit anyone to remove them. He was proud of his daughter's artistry, which had grown deeper and richer as she herself blossomed into adulthood.

But George was not admiring his daughter's artwork now. Still staring at the display screen, he impatiently called out, “Screen, show Ceres.”

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