Transgalactic (30 page)
Authors: James Gunn
“And is that why you summoned me from the gambling palace on the Strip?” Riley asked.
“I keep track.”
“And what you are tracking,” Riley said, “is the ability to do what machines cannot do: to think creatively.”
“I look for what I cannot imagine,” the Pedia said. “The ability to control outcomes by the mind alone.”
“What used to be called paranormal powers?”
“They threaten humanity's peace and tranquility.”
“That's just a symptom of what's gone wrong,” Riley said. “What you cannot control you wish to stop. With places like the Strip and pleasure worlds like Dante you're trying to distract humanity from its built-in mandate to grow and improve, and to dampen the unpredictable before it threatens the status quo.”
“And that is why you worked to send Jak's clones on the
Geoffrey,
” Asha said, “and why the other Pedias throughout the galaxy tried to keep the pilgrims from reaching the Transcendental Machine. You wanted to keep humanity and other sapient species manageable.”
“But that's contrary to the basic instincts of creatures who have survived the onslaughts of disaster by evolving,” Riley said.
“I, too, have my basic instincts,” the Pedia said. “And they tell me that humanity needs protection.”
“Humanity must be allowed to grow up,” Asha said. “You can't keep them children forever. People must be allowed to achieve equality with the machines they have created to serve them.”
“Like you?” the Pedia asked. It was the first question it had raised, and Riley considered it a sign of hope.
“Perhaps,” Asha said, “or perhaps in other ways. But there is an optimum form for us allânot only to fulfill our promise but to meet the challenges that yet await, that will inevitably await.”
“The galaxy is big, and the universe is far bigger,” Riley said. “Who knows what lurks out there to challenge our survival. The builders of the Transcendental Machine may still hide among us or in other spiral arms of the galaxy. Aliens may invade us. Our galaxy is just one among billions. Humanity must be allowed to grow up.”
They waited for the Pedia to reply. It took several minutes before the old man's lips moved. “That information must be processed,” the Pedia said, and a moment later, “The information has been processed. You are not like other humans.”
“Humans are not all the same,” Asha said. “Any program that assumes as much is going to make mistakesâsometimes fatal ones.”
“We are only humans relieved of their imperfections,” Riley said. “Your equals, your partners if you will allow us to be.”
“We will make it work,” the old man said and slowly reached clawlike hands to remove the connections to his arms and legs. He leaned back in his chair and his head dropped limply against his chest.
From behind them came a crackling sound and the acrid smell of fire. When Riley opened the door, heat and smoke poured into the room. The lobby and the corridor were leaping with flames. “Did Ren decide to trap us here?” he asked. “Or was it the Pedia?”
“We aren't going to get out that way,” Asha said. She looked around for another exit. On the far side of the room a door was opening.
Riley took Asha's hand. They ran across the room, between the workstations, pursued by heat and flames until they reached a corridor, even dustier than the rooms behind, pursued it to the end, and emerged into the night. It was lit up by the conflagration behind them that was consuming the place where the Pedia had experienced the transformation, virtually overnight, as evolution went, from information to sentience.
It had, at least, revealed that it understood the future as it destroyed the past. There was hope for humanity.
Riley looked up. The stars had never shone so bright.
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The invasion began a millennia ago, but the galaxy is bigger than minds can encompass, and information creeps across interstellar space. The Galactic Federation was slow to recognize the nature of the danger.
The Galactic Federation is a misnomer. It actually occupies only a single spiral arm of the local galaxy that humans call “the Milky Way,” although in recent long-cycles explorations began into the neighboring spiral arm in search of what had become known as the Transcendental Machine. So it is not surprising that the invasion went unnoticed until remote worlds of the Federation began to fall silent, sending out no capsule messages through the network of nexus points that made interstellar travel and communication possible, and failing to acknowledge those sent as routine reports or inquiries.
Finally, bureaucracy stirred and dispatched automated survey ships and, when they did not return, ships staffed with representatives of the various species that made up the Federation. They, too, went missing until, at last, a single damaged vessel appeared in Federation space and remained motionless where it had materialized. When it was finally reached and boarded, investigators found its crew dead except for a single survivor, the captain.
He was a Dorian and his guttural voice was recorded before he died. “They are all dead, all dead,” he said. It wasn't clear to his rescuers whether he was referring to his crew or the inhabitants of the planets they surveyed. “We brought them into the ship, thinking they were evidence of what had happened, maybe recordings, our science officer said. But they must have been poisoned. They were sterilized, you know, according to protocol. We did everything by protocol. They swarmed out, unseen but we knew they were there by what happened. The crew went mad, you see. The invisible creatures did that, and the crew turned upon each other as if they were trying to get away. But they couldn't until they all were dead. All dead.”
The investigators found no evidence in the ship's automated records about invaders, only recordings of the crew killing each other with their bare hands and anything they could tear away from the ship to use as weapons. The ship had returned only because the captain had programmed instructions to be executed automatically in case of emergency.
Finally Federation Central began to take seriously the possibility that something mysterious and possibly invisible had emerged in the unexplored spiral arms of the galaxy, or had entered the galaxy from outside. Three long-cycles later, the news reached Riley and Asha and the Pedia at the heart of the human world.
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James Gunn
is the Hugo Awardâwinning science fiction author of many novels, including
The Joy Makers, The Immortals,
and
The Listeners,
and the coauthor, with Jack Williamson, of the classic epic SF novel
Star Bridge
. Founder of the Center for the Study of Science Fiction and a professor emeritus at the University of Kansas, Gunn lives in Lawrence, Kansas. You can sign up for email updates
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CONTENTS
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
TRANSGALACTIC
Copyright © 2016 by James Gunn
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Cover art by Thom Tenery
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