Larry Niven - Fallen Angels His parents had once taken him atop the Sears Tower But bitter because . . . That part he did not want to think and another time to the edge of the Mesa Verde cliffs; about. Just enjoy the moment; become one with it. If and each time he had thought what an awful long way this was to be his last trip, he would enjoy it while he down it was. Then, they had taken him so far up that could. If everything went A-OK, he'd be back upstairs in down ceased to mean anything at all. a few hours, playing the hero for the minute or so that CHAPTER ONE people would care. A real hero, not a retired hero. Then Alex stared out of Piranha's windscreen at the cloud back in the day-care center wiping snotty noses. It deck, trying to conjure that feeling of height; trying to would be years before another dip trip was needed. "Aspiring to Be Gods . . ." feel that the clouds were down and he was up. But it He'd never be on the list again. had all been too many years ago, in another world. All High over the northern hemisphere the scoopship's hull he could see was distance. Living in the habitats did Which meant that Alex MacLeod, pilot and engineer, began to sing. The cabin was a sounding box for that to you. It stole height from your senses and left you wasn't needed any longer. So what do you do with a vibrations far below the threshold of hearing. Alex only with distance. pilot when pilots aren't needed? What do the habitats MacLeod could feel his bones singing in sympathy. do with a man who can't work outside, because one He glanced covertly at Gordon Tanner in the copilot's more episode of explosive decompression will bring on Piranha was kissing high atmosphere. seat. If you were born in the habitats, you never knew a fatal stroke? height at all. There were no memories to steal. Was Planet Earth was shrouded in pearl white. There was Gordon luckier than he, or not? Day care. Snotty noses. Work at learning to be a no break anywhere. There were mountain ranges of teacher, a job he didn't much like. fluff, looming cliffs, vast plains that stretched to a far The ship sang. He was beginning to hear it now. distant convex horizon, a cloud cover that looked firm Look on the bright side, Alex, my boy. Maybe you won't enough to walk on. An illusion; a geography of vapors And Alex MacLeod was back behind a stick, where make it back at all. as insubstantial as the dreams of youth. If he were to set foot upon them . . . The clouds did not float in free God had meant him to be, flying a spaceship again. fall, as was proper, but in an acceleration frame that Melancholy was plain ingratitude! He had plotted and Sure, he could always go out the way Mish Lykonov could hurl the scoopship headlong into an enormous schemed his way into this assignment. He had had in Moon Rat, auguring in to Mare Tranquilitatis. ball of rock and iron and smash it like any dream. pestered Mary and pestered Mary until she had They'd have a ceremony-—and they'd miss the ship relented and bumped his name to the top of the list just more than him. Even Mary. Maybe especially Mary, to be rid of him. He had won. since she'd got him the mission. Falling, they called it. Of course, there was a cost. Victories are always He straightened in his seat and touched the controls Alex felt the melancholy stealing over him again. bittersweet. Sweet because . . . He touched the stick again. Maybe just a touch of resistance . . . Nostalgia? For that germ-infested ball of mud? Not and felt nothing. They were still in vacuum . . . thicker possible. He could barely remember Earth. Snapshots vacuum, that was heating up. If there wasn't enough air "Chto delayet? Alex!" from childhood; a chaotic montage of memories. He to give bite to the control surfaces, a pilot must call it had fallen down the cellar steps once in a childhood vacuum. home he scarcely recalled. Tumbling, arms flailing, Something had prodded Gordon awake. Alex glanced head thumping hard against the concrete floor. He to the right. "What is it?" hadn't been hurt; not really. He'd been too small to How could you explain the sweetness to someone who mass up enough kinetic energy. But he recalled the had never conned a ship? You couldn't. He relaxed in "I'm getting a reading on the air temperature gauge!" terror vividly. Now he was a lot bigger, and he would the acceleration chair, feeling the tingling in his hands fall a lot farther. and feet. The itching anticipation. Oh, to be useful "Right. There's enough air outside now to have a again, even if for a moment. temperature." Page 2 of 166 Gordon nodded, still unbelieving. they're your eyes and ears. But you've got to listen with Scandinavians and the Russians took a nervous look your hands and feet and ass, too. Make the ship an over their shoulders at the glaciers, and East versus Gordon had read the book. Come to that, Gordon read extension of your entire body. Do you feel it? That West became North versus South." a lot of books, but books don't mean much. No one rush? That's air moving past us at five miles per ever learned anything out of a book, anyway. This was second. Newton's not flying us anymore. You are." "Silly bastards. Nye kulturni." why they always teamed a newbie with an old pro. Hands-on learning. The problem with on-the-job Gordon flashed a nervous grin, like he'd just discovered "Da." It didn't surprise him anymore. All the younger training for this job was that there was not a hell of a lot sex. Floaters spoke Russian as automatically as English. of room for trial and error. Alex moved the stick gently, Russlish? Ever since Peace and Freedom had pooled and felt the ship respond. Not vacuum anymore! He "What's our flight path?" Alex asked. their resources, everyone was supposed to learn each banked and brought them up level, feeling the air other's language; but Alex hadn't gotten past "Ya tebye rushing past just outside the skin. His eyes danced "Uh . . ." A quick glance at the map rollout. "Greenland lyublyu." Hello was "zdravstvuitye." Alex thought there across the gauges. Here. There. Not reading them. was something masochistic about speaking a language upcoming." Just a glance to see if something was wrong, or if that strung so many consonants together. "Be fair, something had changed since the last glance. Dynamic Gordon. If you had ice growing a mile thick in your air temperature. Stagnation air temperature. The Mach "Good. Hate to be over Norway." backyard, wouldn't you want to move south?" number needle sprang to life, leaped from zero to absurdity, then hunted across the dial. A grin stretched "Why?" Gordon mulled it. "Why south?" itself across his face. No blues now. He hadn't forgotten at all; not a damned thing. Why. Didn't the kid listen to the downside news He couldn't help the grin. "Never mind. Let me take her broadcasts? Gordon, this is your planet! Don't you again. Hang on, while I kill some velocity. Watch what I care? No, he probably didn't. It was his grandparents "What is funny?" Gordon demanded. do and follow me." He stroked the stick gently. planet. "Old war-horse heard the trumpet again. Now it's your Here we go, baby. You'll love this. Drop the scoop face- turn. Take the stick." Fun was fun, but it was time for "There's war in Norway. If we flew over, somebody on to the wind. Open wide. That's right. Spread your the kid to wrap his hands around the real thing. There would cruise a missile at us sure as moonquakes, and tail, just for a moment ... Alex realized that his lips were was only so much you could do in a simulator. "There. we'd never even know which side did it." moving and clamped them shut. The younger ones Feel it?" didn't understand when he talked to the ship. Gordon The new tiling was wonderful. In the old days, the ship's was having enough trouble feeling the ship. "Okay," he "Uh . . ." Gordon pulled back slightly on the copilot's skin would be glowing; but now . . . Four thousand said finally, "that's done. Take over, again." degrees and no visible sign at all. Still, they'd be stick. He looked uncertain. glowing like a madman's dream on an IR screen, new Gordon did, more smoothly than before. Alex watched He hadn't felt anything. "Take over," Alex growled. tiles or no, and that was all the Downers would need to him from the corner of his eye while pretending to study vector in on. "You're flying the ship now. Can't you tell?" the instruments. Piranha was a sweet little ship. Alex had flown her once, years before, and considered her "Which side?" Gordon mused. "What are the sides?" "Well . . ." Another tentative move at the controls. the best of the three remaining scoopers. Maybe that was just Final Trip nostalgia. Maybe he would have felt Alex laughed. "That's one of the reasons we can't be the same about whichever ship he flew on his last dip; Piranha wobbled. "Hey! Yeah!" sure. When it started, it was what was left of NATO but he would shed a special tear for Piranha when they defending the Baltics." Non-nuclear, but it just went on retired her. The scoopers were twenty-two years old "Good. Look, it's hard to describe, but the ship will tell and on and on. Alex didn't really care who won any already and, while there was not much wear and tear you how she's doing if you really listen. I don't mean more than Gordon did. "After a while, the parked in a vacuum, screaming through the Earth's you should forget the gauges. Keep scanning them; Page 3 of 166 atmosphere like a white hot banshee did tend to age "Eskimos I do not know. Gogol once wrote good story Nature, trying to preserve forever the temporary the gals a bit. Jaws was already retired. Here was that speaks of Laplanders but I did not understand-—" conditions and mayfly species of a brief interglacial. Gordon at nineteen, just getting started; and the ships The sky had turned from black to navy blue. Wouldn't Alex looked again through the cockpit windscreen and at twenty-two were ready to pack it in. Life was funny. want to get any lower. Gordon glanced out the sighed. windscreen and said, "Shouldn't we be seeing land by Alex ran a hand lightly across the instrument panel. now?" "We could have stopped it," he said abruptly. Scoopships were pretty in an ugly sort of way: lifting bodies with gaping scoops that made them look like Alex shook his head, realized Gordon wasn't looking at "Eh?" Gordon gave him a puzzled glance. early jet airplanes. They could not land-—no landing him and answered. "No, the cloud-deck off the pole . . gear-—but they didn't dip into the atmosphere deeply ." He stopped. The white below them wasn't the cloud "The Ice Age. Big orbiting solar mirrors. More enough for that to matter. But they were the hottest shroud any more. They must have gone past the microwave power stations. Sunlight is free. We could ships around. southern edge or hit a hole in it. White on white. Cloud have beamed down enough power to stop the ice. Look or ice. If you didn't actually look you, might not notice. what one little SUNSAT has done for Winnipeg." Piranha skimmed above the glare-white earth as hot as "Damn, damn. The ice is still growing." any meteor, but never too hot at any point. Humming, Gordon studied the frozen planet outside. He shook his vibrating, functional. Gordon didn't say anything. Alex watched him a head. "Ya nye ponimál," he admitted. "I faked the moment longer then turned his attention to the gauges. examiners, but I never did get it. The what-did-they- Gordon was functional too. Alert, but not tense; holding Gordon was nineteen. There had always been an Ice call-it, polar ice cap? It stayed put for thousands of her nose just right while flame-hot air piled through the Age, so it did not surprise him that the glaciers had years. Then, of a sudden it reaches out like vast white scoop and bled into the holding tank. The velocity crept farther south. Alex thought he remembered a amoeba." dropped below optimum on the dial and Gordon bled different world-—green, not white-—before his parents some of the air into the scramjet and added hydrogen brought him upstairs. He wasn't sure how much of it All of a sudden, Alex's earphones warbled. He touched until the velocity rose again. He did it casually, as if he was genuine childhood memories and how much was a hand to his ear. "Piranha here." did this sort of thing every day. Alex nodded to himself. movies or photographs in books. The habitats had a fair number of books on tape, brought up when they still The kid had it. He just needed it coaxed out of him. "Alex!" It was Mary Hopkins's voice. She was sitting got along with the Downers. mission control for this dip. Alex wondered if he should "Alex?" Gordon said suddenly. "Why not Greenland?" The green hills of earth, he thought. Now the glaciers- be flattered . . . And if Lonny was there with her. "We've —not rivers of ice, but vast oceans of ice-—were got a bogey rising," said Mary. "Looks like he's "Hmm?" spreading south at tens of miles a year. Hundreds of vectoring in on you." miles in some places. In the dictionary, "glacial" meant "Why isn't anyone in Greenland shooting missiles?" slow; but Ice Ages came on fast. Ten thousand years So, they don't shoot missiles out of Greenland? Find ago the glaciers had covered England and most of another line of work, Alex—boy; you'll never make it as Alex grinned. That was good. Gordon was flying a Europe in less than a century. They'd known that since a soothsayer. "Roger, Big Momma." He spun to scoopship on a dip trip, sucking air at five miles per, the sixties . . . though no one had ever seen fit to revise Gordon. "Taking over," he barked. "Close the scoop. and trying to make casual conversation. That's right, his schoolbooks. But what did that matter? To a school Seal her up. Countermeasures!" Gordo. You can't do this sort of thing all tensed up; kid a century was forever anyway. you've got to be relaxed. "Da!" He said something else, too rapid to follow. As for Gordon . . . He glanced again at his copilot. Well, "Nobody there but Eskimos," he explained. "An Ice Age what the world is like in our lifetimes is what it should "English, damn your eyes!" doesn't bother them any. Hell, they probably think be like forever. As it was in the beginning, is now, and they've all died and gone to Inuit Heaven." ever shall be. It was funny to think of groundside "Oh. Yeah. Roger. Scoops closed." environmentalists desperately struggling against Page 4 of 166 Piranha felt better. Under control. "Close your Gordon sat gripping the arms of the copilot's seat. His fly heroically into the jaws of death and suck air. Either faceplate." Alex pulled his own shut and sealed it. cheeks sagged. His head bowed. Gordon had been way, it was going to be his decision. born in free fall and thrust was new to him. He looked "Alex, I have something." Gordon's voice sounded tinny frightened. It must feel like he'd taken sick. He sensed Lonny Hopkins's spidery hand behind over the radio, or maybe a wee bit stressed. "Aft and to things. If Mary was performing plausible deniability on the left and below," he said. The turn seemed to go on forever. Alex watched the his bones, it must be because her husband was floating bogey on the scope. Each sweep of the arm brought right behind her at the comm console, one hand gentle the blip closer to the center. Closer. He pulled harder on her shoulder, while she downlinked to the stud who Seven o'clock low. against the stick. The next blip was left of center. Then had . . . it arced away. Alex knew that was an illusion. The "Constant bearing and closing." missile had gone straight; Piranha had banked. Jesus, but some people had long memories. "Drop flares." That wouldn't do any good. Piranha was "You lost it!" Gordon shouted. He turned and looked at Well, Mary was a free citizen, wasn't she? If the wife of the hottest thing in the sky right now. But like the lady Alex with a grin that nearly split his face in two. the station commander wants a little extracurricular, it's said, while spooning chicken soup to the dead man, it her choice. She had never pushed him away; not until couldn't hurt. "How are they seeing us?" Alex smiled back. "Scared?" that last night together. We're hanging on up here by our fingernails, she had said then. We've got to all pull "K-band." together; stand behind the station commander. "Hell, no." "Jam it." Right. "Yeah. Me, too. Anyone flying at Mach 26 while a heatseeking cruise missile tries to fly up his ass is "Am." entitled to be scared." He toggled the radio. It was Nobody could stand behind Lonny Hopkins because he Management Decision time. "Big Momma, we have lost never turned his back on anyone. With good reason. He sure enough was. Alex grunted. At least Gordo had the bogey. Do you have instructions?" Maybe he's right. He is good at the goddam job, and read that book. Alex squinted at his radar. There was maybe our position is so precarious that there's no the bogey, sure enough. Small. Constant bearing and room for democratic debate. That doesn't mean I have There was a pause; short, but significant. "We need closing. "Hang on." He peeled off to starboard and to like it. watched the heat gauge rise. Piranha didn't have wings that nitrogen," said Mary's voice. for a near miss to tear off. Just small, fat fins and a big, And it's decision time. broad, flat belly to be melted, evaporated or pierced. Alex waited for her to finish, then realized that she had. Alex bit his lip. Don't think about that. Concentrate on We need that nitrogen. That was all she was going to "Understood, Big Momma. We'll get your air." Take say, leaving the ball in his octant. what you can do. that, Commander Lonny Hopkins. He clicked off and Of course we need the nitrogen, he thought. Recycling turned to Gordon. "Open the scoops, but bleed half of it The sharp turn pushed him against the corner of his wasn't perfect. Gas molecules outgassed right through to the scramjets." seat. Alex relaxed to the extra weight and prayed that the walls of the stations. Every now and then someone his Earth-born bones would remember how to take it. had to take the bucket to the well and get some more. "Alex . . ." Gordon frowned and bit his lip. Decades of falling had turned him soft. The The question was when. When someone with an itchy acceleration felt like a ton of sand covering him. He felt finger was sitting in a missile farm somewhere below? the blood start in his sinuses. But he could take it. He "They say they need the air." could take it because he had to. He could pack it home and be the goat; his last trip a "Yeah-da." Gordon's fingers flipped toggled switches failure. Delta vee thrown away for no gain. Or he could back up. Page 5 of 166 Alex felt the drag as the big scoop doors opened again. When you're in orbit you're halfway to anywhere! Get in "Then that's two things you do well." The doors had just completed their cycle when Gordon orbit and pickup would be easy. He toggled the bean shouting. "Ekho! Ekho priblizháyetsya!" switches. He felt warmth spreading outward from his belly. Was Lonny still there? Would he understand that message? "English!" The rocket wouldn't light. The rocket wouldn't light. Air Alex almost hoped he could. Mary said something else speed was dropping steadily. The rocket wouldn't light. but he was too busy with the ship to hear her. Airspeed Something exploded aft of the cabin and Alex felt his He suppressed the knot of panic that twisted itself in his had dropped to near Mach 2, and he tilted her nose suit pop out. His ears tried to pop, and Alex MacLeod gut. Time enough afterward, if there was an afterward. down to keep the scramjet lit and tried to turn south. The scramjet alone was not enough to reach orbit Ice. Ice all around and the cloud deck closing in again. whined deep in his throat. again. It wouldn't be long before Piranha would be Piranha was shaped like the bastard daughter of an He'd forgotten, but his nerves remembered. It wasn't moving too slowly to keep the jet lit. She would become airplane and a cement mixer. The slower she flew, the falling he feared, it was air tearing through his throat, a glider. more she acted like a cement mixer. daggers in his ears, pressure trying to rip his chest And not a terribly good glider. Not on the ice, baby. Not on the ice. Hang in there . . . apart. Five times his suit had leaked air while they worked to save Freedom Station. He wore the scars in ruptured veins and arteries, everywhere on his body, as Alex swallowed. It looked awfully cold down below. And "Do you really fly that well?" Gordon asked tightly. if Lonny Hopkins had given him to a mad tattoo artist. the rocket wouldn't light. There were more scars in his lungs and in his sinus "I landed on Earth once before, Gordon. Who else do cavities. A sixth exposure to vacuum would have his "Mayday," he said. "Mayday. Piranha has a problem." A you know who can say that?" Tom Corbett, Space brains spewing through his nose. Alex couldn't come part of his mind was detached, admiring the cool way Cadet. That's me. Disguised as a washed-up day-care out to play; they had to keep him in the day-care he reacted after that one moment of terror. gopher, he is in reality Alex MacLeod, Hot Pilot. Lord, center. just let me get us down in one piece. "This is Big Momma. What is your status?" His fists clenched on the controls in a rigor mortis grip. Fifteen miles up and the air was thick. Mach 3.5. The He heard his own whine of terror, and Gordon's shout, Well, I'm just fine, Mary; and how are you? "We're clouds below were puffy with turbulence. Piranha was and felt Piranha falling off hard to port. And his suit was going in, Mary. Tell my family. It's all in my file directory. diving into a storm. He wondered whether North Dakota holding, holding. Access code word is dunvegan." He glanced over at was flat or mountainous. Gordon, but the teenager just shook his head. His face He fought the stick hard when he tried to steady her. was white through the plexiglass face shield. "And the Naybe an ice landing would be all right. Ice was Had he recovered too late? "Hold fast, baby," he said Tanner family, too." Gordon didn't have any children smooth, wasn't it? Or was that only true in free fall? through clenched teeth. "Hold fast." Hold Fast was the yet. He was the child. Damned near unwanted child at Piranha was hot from friction. She'd melt her own ancient motto of the MacLeod. Alex wished fleetingly that: a stilyagi, a JayDee on parole. Some parole! runway across the glacier. that he had the Fairy Flag that Clan MacLeod unfurled "Watch where we land and get the message out. only in the gravest peril. Piranha vibrated and Tightbeam." Sure, but step outside afterward. Your eyeballs will shuddered. Something snapped with the sound of freeze so cold they'll shatter when you blink . . . piano wire. "Come on, baby. Steady down." The phones hissed for long seconds. "Sure, Alex. We have friends on Earth. Maybe not many, but . . . We'll The clouds closed in and he was flying by radar. Incredibly, she did. "Good girl," he muttered, then tell them. They'll take care of you. Can you-—can you Dropping. Dropping. Lose velocity in the turns. Mach tongued the uplink on his suit radio. "Big Momma, Big get her down?" 2.5 and falling. Momma. We've been hit." There was nothing for it now but use up all the air they'd scooped, and anything else, "I may not be good for anything else, but, by God, you Gordon couldn't lift his head against the acceleration. to light off the jets. Get back in orbit; out of the Well. paint stripes on a brick and I can fly her." "At least we'll have life support," he said suddenly. "Life Page 6 of 166 support for four billion people, my teacher told me. And It was the second best landing he had ever made. it doesn't get really cold, right? Cold enough to freeze Second by a long, long margin. Piranha hit the ice and water, but not carbon dioxide." skipped like a schoolgirl hit and skipped again. There "In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; was probably a third or fourth skip, too; but Alex never Alex grunted. Cold enough to freeze water. Gordo, knew. All quit their sphere and rush into the skies! what is the human body made of? Another turn. "Right," he said. Gordon wasn't a distraction. He was Aspiring to be Gods if Angels fell, just a voice. The last thing Alex wanted during his last moments was dead silence. There would be enough of * * * Aspiring to be Angels men rebel." that afterward. Think positive, Alex boy. You'll live through the landing, so you can freeze to death on the ice. Soren Haroldsson had watched the flame from his CHAPTER TWO steading. He was wrapped in his fur parka, heavy Piranha shuddered as she dropped below Mach 1. The boots, mittens like bowling balls, but still he shivered. "One Moment in Childhood. . . " missile must have left some holes, creating turbulence His breath was frosty steam in the evening air. He in the airstream. Then the scramjet quit and she was always took a turn around the house before they diving at the ground. Ice crystals impacting on the skin The phone warbled and Sherrine Hartley pulled a pillow battened down for the night checking the gate, the wolf- created a rustling sound. When radar read a thousand over her head, even though she knew it would do no traps, making sure none of the animals had been feet up, Alex lifted the nose and waited. good. She'd been allocated a phone precisely because accidentally left outside. they might want to call her in the middle of the night. Neither rain nor sleet nor snow nor cold of night shall Piranha didn't have wheels. It came just at dusk, a fiery stream low across the sky keep the programmers from being rousted out of bed to still large and burning as it touched the ice and sent up untangle every little glitch in operations. Didn't anyone Friends on Earth, Mary had said. He wondered who clouds of steam. Not a shooting star. Not a sky stone know how to run programs anymore? she had meant. Earth's four billion hated the Peace and like he'd heard of. It had come in too shallow, too Freedom space stations with a passion. A dozen controlled. A ship of some sort. The phone warbled. nations had declared war when the nitrogen dipping started; but they had no space capabilities, so it never Ah, surely it was Angels. meant anything but noise. Now Piranha was diving into It was warm in bed, buried beneath the down their hands. He shook his swaddled fist at the sky. "Be damned, you comforter. The thermostat was turned down to 55, as air thieves! We've got you now. Heh!" His breath froze the law required, and the last thing she wanted was to Two hundred feet up and slowing. He dropped the on his graying blond mustache and beard. Tomorrow get out into the chilly air. Her arm snaked out from nose, trading altitude for speed, and pretended that the he would saddle up Ozzie and ride into Casselton to beneath the comforter, groped for the phone set and scoopship had wheels. Wind battered the ship. She notify the authorities. They were probably hunting the pulled it under the covers with her. The plastic was yawed and Alex fought with the stick. Once the ship Angels already; but only a fool went riding at night, and cold, but she was bundled in flannel and felt it only in her hands. dipped suddenly and Alex fought a moment of pure Ozzie, at least, was no fool. panic. Don't lose it now! Don't lose it now! The ground looked smooth on the radar. Gordon's hands were on Inside, bundled in the warmth of family and livestock, "Dr. Hartley here." She winced. It was like holding an the dash, his elbows locked. It won't be too cold, he told Lisbet what he had seen and guessed. ice cube to her ear. Gordo. Not cold enough to freeze carbon dioxide. Haughty, technomaniac Angels down on the Great Ice. Poetic justice, he said. Poetic, she replied and, smiling, "Sherrine?" quoted from memory: Page 7 of 166 Not the University, after all. That really ticked her off. shocked her teeth when she rinsed. She spat out into "No, just bear with me. Let's go to your bedroom. I don't The 'danes who signed her paycheck bought the right the commode, because there was no sense in wasting want you to freeze." to wake her up, sometimes and for some things; but ex- the rest of the water in the sink. boyfriends did not. "Bob," she said, "do you know what He led her to the back of the house and she slid under time it is?" "Conservation will see us through," the posters said. the covers without inviting him in. He lay on top, still And when there's nothing left to conserve? She ran a wearing his thick leather coat. Whatever he had in "Certainly. Two-forty-three. Plus or minus three sigma." comb through her hair. It needed brushing, but she was mind, she realized, it wasn't sex. Not with her too cold. housecoat, the comforter and his greatcoat playing chaperone. She sighed. Never ask a physicist a question like that. "What do you want, Bob? And why can't it wait until "So what does Bob Needleton see in you," she asked morning?" her reflection, "that he's coming out in the dead of He kissed her hard and was whispering hoarsely in her night?" The beanpole in the mirror did not answer. Big ear before she had a chance to react. "Angels down. A nose. Big mouth. Not quite pretty. She could explain scoopship. It crashed." "I need you, Sherrine. Now." why Jake left; but not why Bob wouldn't. "Angels?" Was he crazy? "What? Look, Bob, that's all over." And why couldn't some men ever believe that? He kissed her neck. "Not so loud. I don't think the She opened the door on the first knock and stood out of 'danes are listening, but why take chances? Angels. "I'll be there in five minutes." the way. The wind was whipping the ground snow in Spacemen. Peace and Freedom." swirling circles. Some of it blew in the door as Bob "Bob!" But she was talking into a dead phone. entered. She slammed the door behind him. The snow She'd been away too long. She'd never heard on the floor decided to wait a while before melting. spacemen called Angels. And-— "Crashed?" She kept She thought about staying put under the comforter. It "Okay. You're here," she snapped. "There's no fire and it to a whisper. "Where?" wouldn't help. Bob Needleton was persistent. He was no place to sit. The bed's the only warm place and you quite capable of standing on her doorstep all night, know it. I didn't know you were this hard up. And, by the banging on the door until she opened. Sometimes that way, I don't have any company, thanks for asking." If "Just over the border in North Dakota. Near Mapleton." sort of persistence was invaluable. In the lab, for Bob couldn't figure out from that speech that she was instance. Other times it was just a pain in the ass. "Great Ghu, Bob. That's on the Ice!" pissed, he'd never win the prize as Mr. Perception. Damn him. She was wearing heavy flannel socks, and "I am that hard up," he said, moving closer. "Let's get it He whispered, "Yeah. But they're not too far in." she kept a pair of wooly slippers under the sheets with on." her. She played contortionist for a while finding them "How do you know about it?" and putting them on. Then she slipped out of bed, "Say what?" Bob had never been one for subtle leaving the covers carefully in place so the bed would technique, but this was pushing it. She tried to step He snuggled closer and kissed her on the neck again. stay warm. A heavy housecoat hung over the back of back but his hands gripped her arms. They were cold Maybe sex made a great cover for his visit, but she the chair next to the bed. She snuggled into it and as ice, even through the housecoat. "Bob!" He pulled didn't think he had to lay it on so thick. "We know." shivered her way to the bathroom. her to him and buried his face in her hair. "We?" When she flipped the switch on the bulb glowed at "It's not what you think," he whispered. "We don't have about quarter-strength. Sometimes a brownout could be convenient. Real light would have blinded her just time for this, worse luck." "The Worldcon's in Minneapolis-St. Paul this year-—" then. She brushed her teeth to get the nighttime fuzzies out. The water in the basin wasn't quite frozen, but it "Bob!" Page 8 of 166 The World Science Fiction Convention. "I got, the the door opens and lets the future in." For some Fantasy wasn't hurt so bad. Fantasy was about wizards invitation, but I didn't dare go. If anyone saw me-—" people, that door never closed. She thought that Peter and elves, and being kind to the Earth, and harmony Pan had had the right idea all along. with nature, all things the Greens loved. But science fiction was about science. "-—And it was just getting started when the call came down from Freedom. Sherrine, they couldn't have "Why tell you? Sherrine, we want you with us. Your picked a better time or place to crash their scoopship. grandparents live near the crash site. They've got all Science fiction wasn't exactly outlawed. There was still That's why I came to you. Your grandparents live near sorts of gear we can borrow for the rescue." Freedom of Speech; still a Bill of Rights, even if it wasn't taught much in the schools-—even if most kids the crash site." graduated unable to read well enough to understand it. "Me?" A tiny trickle of electric current ran up her spine. But a person could get into a lot of unofficial trouble for She wondered if there was a good time for crashing But . . . Nah. "Bob, I don't dare. If my bosses thought I reading SF or for associating with known fen. She scoopships. "So?" was associating with fen, I'd lose my job." could lose her job, say. Not through government persecution-—of course not-—but because of "We're going to rescue them." He grinned. "Yeah. Me, too." And she saw that he had "reduction in work force" or "poor job performance" or never considered that she might not go. "uncooperative attitude" or "politically incorrect" or a "We? Who's we?" hundred other phrases. And if the neighbors shunned 'Tis a Proud and Lonely Thing to Be a Fan, they used her, and tradesmen wouldn't deal with her, and stores to say, laughing. It had become a very lonely thing. The "The Con Committee, some of the fans-—" wouldn't give her credit, who could blame them? Establishment had always been hard on science fiction. Science fiction involved science; and science was a "But why tell me, Bob? I'm fafiated. It's been years The government-funded Arts Councils would pass out conspiracy to pollute the environment, "to bring back tax money to write obscure poetry for "little" magazines, technology." since I've dared associate with fen." but not to write speculative fiction. "Sci-fi isn't literature." That wasn't censorship. Damn right! she thought savagely. We do conspire to Too many years, she thought. She had discovered bring back technology. Some of us are crazy enough to science fiction in childhood, at her neighborhood branch library. She still remembered that first book: Perversely, people went on buying science fiction think that there are alternatives to freezing in the dark. Star Man's Son, by Andre Norton. Fors had been without grants. Writers even got rich without And some of us are even crazy enough to try to rescue government funding. They couldn't kill us that way! marooned spacemen before they freeze, or disappear persecuted because he was different; but he nurtured a into protective custody. secret, a mutant power. Just the sort of hero to appeal to an ugly-duckling little girl who would not act like other Then the Luddites and the Greens had come to power. She had watched science fiction books slowly little girls. Which could be dangerous. The government might disappear from the library shelves, beginning with the declare you mentally ill, and help you. children's departments. (That wasn't censorship either. SF had opened a whole new world to her. A galaxy, a Libraries couldn't buy every book, now could they? So universe of new worlds. While the other little girls had She shuddered at that thought. She pushed and rolled they bought "realistic" children's books funded by the played with Barbie dolls, Sherrine played with Lummox Bob aside. She sat up and pulled the comforter up tight National Endowment for the Arts, books about death and Poddy and Arkady and Susan Calvin. While they around herself. "Do you know what it was that attracted went to the malls, she went to Trantor and the Witch and divorce, and really important things like being me to science fiction?" World. While they wondered what Look was In, she overweight or fitting in with the right school crowd.) wondered about resource depletion and nuclear war He raised himself on one elbow, blinked at her change and genetic engineering. Escape literature, they called Then came paper shortages, and paper allocations. of subject, and looked quickly around the room, as if The science fiction sections in the chain stores grew it. She missed it terribly. suspecting bugs. "No, what?" smaller. ("You can't expect us to stock books that aren't selling." And they can't sell if you don't stock them.) "There is always one moment in childhood," Graham Greene had written in The Power and the Glory, "when Page 9 of 166 "Not Fandom. I was reading the true quill long before I "Quixotic. Give me four minutes." "The Angels." knew about Fandom and cons and such. No, it was the feeling of hope." "Oh. You know their names?" "Hope?" She found five more fen waiting outside by Bob's van. "Those are code names." That was Mike Glider, Three she knew from an earlier life. She smiled and grinning on her right. "Gotta have code names on a "Even in the most depressing dystopia, there's still the waved and they nodded warily. clandestine operation." notion that the future is something we build. It doesn't just happen. You can't predict the future, but you can That griped her, but she could see their point of view. "Sure you do; there are standards to keep up." invent it. Build it. That is a hopeful idea, even when the She had been out of Fandom for a long time and they building collapses." weren't quite sure about her. She shook her head. Mike knew everything there was to know and had opinions on the rest. He'd been a Bob was silent for a moment. Then he nodded. "Yeah. Bob's van had less than half a tank of alcohol, so they county agricultural agent since quitting the IRS; but that Nobody's building the future anymore, 'We live in an topped it with the fuel from her car. She rolled her eyes was just cover for his true identity as Oral Historian of Age of Limited Choices.' " He quoted the government up watching them. Typical fanac, she thought. Six Fandom. He was "tall and round and three hundred line without cracking a smile. "Hell, you don't take people trying to work a syphon at the same time. pound," in his own words. If they froze on the Ice, he'd choices off a list. You make choices and add them to Finally Thor took over the whole thing and Sherrine freeze last. the list. Speaking of which have you made your retired gratefully to the van with the rest and shivered choice?" while she waited. Bob started the van and Sherrine felt that electric thrill surging deep and strong. Real spacemen. Oh, God, to That electric tickle . . . "Are they even alive?" Thor was outside, but he wasn't shivering. Sherrine talk to them! Space stations. Moon base. Angels down; watched him through the window. He was built like the fans to the rescue! "So far. I understand it was some kind of miracle that god whose name he used, and nothing about him had they landed at all. They're unconscious but not hurt changed since she had known him except for the She looked around at her companions. "Thor, you look bad. They're hooked up to some sort of magical beard. like a Mormon patriarch." medical widget and the Angels overhead are monitoring. But if we don't get them out soon, they'll Even with the last drop of alkey sucked from the car's "The beard's for warmth. I shave the mustache off so freeze to death." tank, the van had less than a full tank. Thor climbed snot won't freeze in it. Ever wonder why Eskimos don't into the van and slid the door closed. He still had the grow more hair? Evolution in action." She bit her lip. "And you think we can reach them in syphon. Sherrine poked her nose out of her coat. time?" "Hunh. No." Fans were a wellspring of minutiae, a "Keeping the syphon?" peculiar mix of the trivial and the practical. Try asking Bob shrugged. about Inuit tonsorial practices in a group of mundanes! His grin was lopsided and too wide. Siphoning alcohol . She tried to banish snot-encrusted mustaches from her "You want me to risk my life on the Ice, defy the . . He held the rubber hose up like an Appalachian thoughts. government and probably lose my job in a crazy, snake handler. "We can't make it to Mapleton and back amateur effort to rescue two spacemen who might on one tank. Might not be too smart to gas up at a "Welcome back, Sherrine." Bruce Hyde was riding easily be dead by the time we reach them." public station. 'Specially after we collect Rafe and shotgun. He twisted around in his seat to look at her. Cabe." "We heard you'd gafiated." He scratched his beard. "Is that quixotic, or what?" "Who?" Page 10 of 166 He shook his head. "That's not right. But he had his bulletin boards, things like that. I think you guys really "Fafiated." She looked him straight in the eye, daring him to disagree. She hadn't gotten away from it all; chance, and he went mundane." love playing undercover." she'd been forced away from it all. She resented Bruce's probing. "The jobs I wanted I couldn't get if I "So did I." Mike grinned. "The word do get around." were a known fan. My thesis advisor kept dropping subtle hints about getting down to earth and being Bruce wasn't embarrassed at all. "Like you said, it was "How's Worldcon?" realistic. So Jake and I went mundane." different with him." "It's Minicon. That's a pun. Minne-sota; but also 'mini-' Bruce was overweight, but not in Mike's league; and his She let it drop and looked at the two strange faces. "Hi. because there's only fifty-four in attendance." bulk was more muscle than fat. He was stronger than I'm Sherrine Hartley." he looked. His black beard was wild and bushy, wildly "Forty-eight," she corrected him. "You guys are here." unlike Thor's silken, Nordic god look. "How is Jake "I know." The man sitting to her left was massively built these days?" he asked. and had a shaggy mane of white hair circling his face. Mike couldn't just be clever; he had to know that you He looked like an elderly lion, or an Old Testament knew he was clever. A grin and a raised forefinger: She dropped her eyes. "I wouldn't know." patriarch. "Will Waxman, from L.A. Bob told us we were "Wrong! This is a special Con Committee meeting, so stopping to pick you up." He dropped his hand onto the we are still officially in attendance. In fact, counting you, Bob put in his two cents. "Jake left her for a New shoulder of the man next to him. "And this is Steve there are now fifty-five." Cookie five years ago." Mews. He's a Mean Dude." "Anyhow," said Thor, "the Cruzcon was smaller. Only Thanks, Bob. You could hand out flyers! "Jake really Steve was sitting lotus position on the floor of the van. twelve people showed up in 2008. We camped out in did gafiate," she explained. "I became a 'dane because He was five-nine, black, and about the most perfect pup tents on the lawn of the old Heinlein estate. So, if I had to; but he really wanted to. He kept making digs physical specimen she had ever seen. A moment ago any con deserves the title Minicon—" about 'sci-fi' and 'Buck Rogers stuff.' Trying to yank my he d been perfectly still, completely relaxed; but his chain. So . . ." A shrug. "We drifted apart." And in the name turned him on like a switch. "Oh, sure, if you want to be numerical about it. But end they couldn't even talk about it. The teasing turned 'mini—' wouldn't pun with 'Santa Cruz' . . ." into arguments; the arguments into fights. Eventually He grinned up at her, a wide white grin in a dark face. she had to watch what she said around him because "Will exaggerates, as usual. I haven't maimed anyone Sherrine laughed. They were heading for the Dakota she couldn't be sure that he wouldn't denounce her for in years." He reached up a heavily mittened hand that Glacier with less than a full tank of alcohol to rescue fannishness to the University. And wasn't that a hell of engulfed hers. A strong grip, but not overpowering. Shetwo downed spacemen from the clutches of the a basis for a marriage? had the feeling that, had he wanted to, he could have government. All of them but Thor were putting their crushed the bones in her hand. mundane jobs on the line. And . . . and they were Besides, that was certainly a better explanation for why arguing about what to name the convention! She had he left than the one she saw in the mirror every The van walls were insulated with blankets and forgotten what it was like to be among fans. Her gut morning. comforters. Sherrine settled back into one. She loved relaxed like a fist unclenching after many years. car heaters. They were like blowtorches for warming "That's okay," said Bruce. "We couldn't have used him up. The alcohol they burned would have been burned "Who showed up?" she asked. "At the con. Anybody I anyway." anyway, to move the car. In ten minutes she was warm knew?" and could stop huddling. She pulled her parka hood tighter around her face. That was like Bruce, to evaluate everything, even her "I've been fafiated for years," she said by way of Thor cocked his head. "It's been a while since you've personal life, in terms of its utility to the current fanac. conversation, "but I keep hearing about the been around. Let's see. You know Chuck Umber. He's there; but he's not in on this. Too much risk he might let "You never did like Jake, did you?" conventions. Weird ways. Cryptic notes in electronic Page 11 of 166 something slip into his fanzine. You know Tom Degler A shrug. "Not too bad, if you have friends. And if the Falcon," "Banned from Argo," and the classic "Carmen and Crazy Eddie. Wade Curtis is supposed to show. 'danes aren't hunting you too hard. There are folks in Miranda's Ghost Is Haunting Space Station Three." There are even rumors that Cordwainer Bird is in town." the midwest, farm country, who are only too glad for a hand with the chores; room and board and no Just past St. Joseph, Sherrine stopped singing and questions asked. You try not to spend too much time in "Real pros?" stared north through the van's side window. One by one place, though." one the others dropped out, their voices dying in mid- chorus, until Mike was singing alone. "Yeah, I know. They try to keep a low Pro-file." He "No," she said. "I suppose not." grinned and nudged Mike with his elbow. "Ever since " 'I wrote Dying Inside and you snubbed it! Son of Archcon in '06. Somebody on the Con Committee Bob glanced over his shoulder. "Having second Man's out of print totally! You'll be sorry you didn't buy forgot to tell the Pro Guest of Honor that it was Nightwings! No more damn science fiction for me!" cancelled. You know Nat Reynolds, he showed up thoughts?" he asked, turning back to his driving. anyway and said the hell with it, let's have a party, and the police nabbed him. So the professionals have been "Sure. And third and fourth." She took her mittens off Mike trailed off. Following their gaze, he twisted and staying clear of cons." and rubbed her hands together. "So. What are the looked over his shoulder. "Great Ghu!" he said. plans once we get there?" "Now, there," said Mike, "is the real Minicon. It was "Yeah," Sherrine said quietly. cancelled. You can't have less than zero attendance." They all looked at her. "Plans?" said Mike in a Sherrine guessed he had forgotten which side of the simulated Mexican accent. "We don' need no stinking The northern horizon glowed a pale, phosphorescent argument he was on. plans." white, as if an artist had drawn a chalk line across a blackboard. Thor shook his head. "I think there were twenty or so at Sherrine snorted. Fans. the party in his hotel room-—" Steve hopped to the other side of the van and peered through the window. "I didn't know it was this far south," "That was a con party, not the con itself-—" he said. They sailed west on I-94, headed for the Dakota "-—before the cops busted us." Glacier. Bob drove carefully, trading speed for Mike peered out. "The Ice Line runs northwest from certainty. On clear sections of the highway, he floored Milwaukee to Regina. It doesn't come as close to the "Minicon is still going," Bruce said, breaking in. "It has it; where roadside clutter and shrubbery provided cover big cities because of the waste heat." to be going. The last thing we need is for the cops to for police cars, he slowed to a respectable sixty. After a find a broken convention and wonder where we all while, the chatter died down and everyone settled into The California fans had never seen the Ice. They went." their own thoughts. Sherrine tried to imagine what they stared in respectful silence. would need for a short trip onto the Ice. Her grandparents kept a lot of equipment in their barn. "Hmm, yes." It was starting to hit her. She'd never been Sherrine spoke up. "You can't live in the Twin Cities underground before. Now . . . One hint and her job was without feeling the weight of the Great Ice somewhere done. A couple of slips and she'd be a wanted woman. Thor carried an Irish tin whistle because, as he put it, over the horizon, flowing toward you like crystal lava." "Thor, you've been hiding out for a while-—" you never knew when you might need one. After a few miles had passed and the talk had died down, he pulled "Three years ago," said Bob, "you couldn't see it from it from his pocket and began playing. His fingers "Eight years." He sounded proud. the highway." fluttered through a few traditional tunes: jigs and reels and such; then he started in on some serious filking. "What's it like?" Sherrine joined in the singing. Thor played "The Friggin' "And last year," she added, "you could only see it in midwinter." The Ice ebbed and flowed with the Page 12 of 166 seasons, like tides on a hard, white ocean. But some ofThe farther west they drove, the closer the Ice came to Bob pulled into the General Mills station and honked the snow that fell each winter failed to melt the next the highway. What had begun as a distant white smear the horn, but no one responded. After a minute or so, summer. The weight in the center of the pack forced on the horizon crawled closer and closer. She knew Thor said the hell with it and climbed outside. His boots the edges to flow outward, and the Line moved a few that the movement was an illusion, that the Ice was not broke through the crust and he sank into the snow to more miles toward civilization. She began to shiver actually moving toward them. It was only that the his knees. He waded through the snow to the row of uncontrollably, even though she was wearing a thick highway and the Ice Line were converging. Still, it was pumps. "Premium okay?" he asked. He unhooked the down coat and the car heater was running full blast. creepy to watch that slow, implacable approach. Mike hose and flipped the switch. "Power's still on." When he started singing "The White Cliffs of Dover," but no one squeezed the pump handle nothing happened. Thor noticed and smiled. He blew a few plaintive notes joined in, and he soon fell silent. on his whistle; then declaimed: "Mechanism's frozen," he called out. He unscrewed the gas cap and stuck the nozzle in. Then he stood there squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing until the gasohol began to flow into the tank. Mike gave a CHAPTER THREE huzzah and he and Bruce slapped each other's hand. "Some say the world will end in fire, "The Ice Was Here, the Ice Was There, the Ice Was "Sherrine," Bob said, "there's a two-gallon Jerry can All Around . . ." Some say in ice. back there somewhere. Pass it up, would you? We might as well get as much gas as we can." From what I've tasted of desire She rummaged around under the greasy blanket and Bob noticed the lights of a General Mills gasohol station I hold with those who favor fire." tool kit and came up with a sturdy, red plastic container. shining like a baby's smile just off the highway. A barely She passed it up and Bob rolled down the window and legible sign proclaimed the town of Brandon. He turned gave it to Thor. onto the exit ramp and drove into town. Twenty-four- hour gas stations were on the endangered species list. Everyone chuckled. "That's from 'Fire and Ice,' " Thor The van was down to a quarter tank and he didn't want Thor climbed back inside a few minutes later. He said. "By Robert Frost." handed the gas can to Steve, who stowed it in the to pass up the opportunity. back. "Frost," said "Mike. "That's appropriate." The snow on the state road was a foot deep and unplowed. The van with its oversized tires was an ice "Shouldn't we pay for the alcohol?" she asked. Will Waxman grunted. "Finish the stanza," he said. breaker on a frozen sea. The snow made eerie crackling sounds in the night as the van drove through "Pay who?" said Thor, clapping his hands together. Thor stopped smiling and looked out the side window at it. "This town is dead. Everyone's gone. The Ice chased 'em out." the shimmering horizon. After a while, he continued in a voice so soft she had to strain to hear him. Brandon was deserted. Everything in town was dark, except the few streetlights. The moon reflecting off the "There's still power," she pointed out. crusted snow cast a dim, pearly light over the blank houses. There was not so much as a porch light on. "Yeah." He pulled his gloves off with his teeth and "But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of Sherrine didn't suppose that Brandon had ever been stuffed his hands under his armpits. "Ghu, but that hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And very lively at four-thirty in the morning, but this felt pump handle was cold! I wonder how close the Edge is different. Not just sleepy, but empty. to town?" would suffice." Page 13 of 166 sentinels on the prairie, yards in front of the tidal wave Bruce turned around in his seat. "I think we should see Sherrine didn't say anything. She stared out the back if there are anymore gas cans inside the station. We window as the night swallowed the town. It was only of ice. In other places, the Edge was a gradual sloping Labor Day and already there was a foot of snow on the ramp leading up to the frozen plateau above. should fill them up, too. We mightn't get another chance like this." ground. By midwinter Brandon would be half-buried. By next winter it would be gone; and the shared memories Steve and Will were entranced by the sight; and even that had given it life would be gone with it. No more Sherrine and the other hardened Northerners gazed in That was Bruce; a take-charge kind of guy, although bake sales. No more Harvest Queens or church awe. It was one thing to live near the Ice, to see it in she noticed that he didn't leap out into the snow socials. In a generation, its very name would be pictures and photographs. It was another thing to look himself. Thor gave him a disgusted look. Why think of it forgotten. As gone as if it had never been, more upon it in all its cold and terrible beauty. after he had gotten back into the van? Thor didn't forgotten than Lake Woebegon . . . volunteer, either; he had done his stint. "I never thought it would be like this," said Steve. "I Steve shrugged and untwisted himself from his lotus "They took all their stuff with them," Steve continued. expected-—I don't know. A solid wall. A slab of ice a position. Like Thor, he opened the sliding van door only "But they didn't bother to lock things up or turn things mile thick sliding south. The boulder fields I can wide enough to squeeze through. There was plenty of off." understand; but why does it slope upwards like a ramp in places?" residual heat inside the van from the heater and from their bodies, and no need to waste it. Bob shifted the van into high and pulled off the ramp onto the interstate. "They knew they'd never be back," "The Edge is only two, three hundred feet high," Mike She watched him try the door to the station. It was he said. told him. "But it gets thicker toward the northeast. It's easily a mile thick over Ontario. Ice melts under open. Steve hesitated and glanced back at the van. pressure. There's actually a thin film of pressurized Then he shrugged and disappeared inside. A few water underneath the ice. Acts like a lubricant. The minutes later he emerged juggling five more gas cans, bottom layers of the ice are less rigid than the upper which he filled at the pump that Thor had unfrozen. The Edge was a faerieland sculpted by winds and layers; so they crack and slide along sheer planes. The summer meltings and the inexorable, constant pressure top layers usually raft on the bottom layers; but if of the Great Ice behind it. For miles it ran along parallel there's rotten snow in between, the weight of the top to the highway, as abrupt and high as the Great Wall of layers can extrude the bottom layers like toothpaste." When everyone was back inside and the cans strapped China, glowing faintly with trapped moonlight. Then it He grinned. in place, Bob started the engine and pulled back out would recede once more into the night. Sherrine saw onto the state road. Steve held his hands palm out over great ice slides, where the vertical wall had buckled the car heater vent. "Thor was right," he said. "The and collapsed to strew giant white boulders onto the Sherrine listened to the byplay. Mike so loved playing town is abandoned. The gas station was stripped. All of desiccating prairie lands ahead. Landbergs, they were the expert; but she supposed most of what he said was the tools and most of the stock is gone." Steve bounced called. Those that were big enough would survive the nearly enough true to rely on. Rotten snow. The as he talked, rocking on the balls of his feet. "I found a summer and grow back into the glacier come winter, as Eskimos had dozens of different words for snow and couple of packing crates that had broken open. Empty; if the Ice were a living organism casting its seeds ice to describe its many different phases and properties. We'll have to learn them all by and by. contents salvaged. When folks left here, they left in abroad. good order. No panic. No looting. I'll bet there's not a U- Haul or rental truck left in town." At Evansville, the Edge loomed close by the Interstate and she could see the caverns and crevasses that "Good." Will Waxman crossed his arms over his chest made up the wall of ice. A playground of the Just past the Fergus Falls exit, Bob grunted and hit the and settled back against the quilted wall of the van. imagination. There were castles with battlements of brakes. The van fishtailed and slewed across the road. "That's the way it should be. A fighting retreat, not a crenels and merlons; cathedrals of buttresses and There was a confusion of arms and legs and a great rout. I'll bet the station owner left the lights and pumps spires. Wormholes bored by fantastic creatures. Faerie deal of shouting as Sherrine and everyone else pillars of gleaming crystal standing isolated like tumbled around in the back. When the van had running on purpose. For travelers like us." Page 14 of 166 stopped, she untangled herself and gave Mike a dirty "What do you think?" asked Bruce, scowling at this the darkness. Somewhere farther down the road a part look. He spread his hands. latest obstacle to his plans. "Can we make it through? of the frozen wave had broken off. How far does it go?" "Hey, I just grabbed something to keep from bouncing She was starting to feel the cold. She gazed longingly around." Bob whirled on him. "How far? All the way to Regina! at the van. The others stood around, shuffling their feet How the hell should I know? The people at AAA told and looking at each other. She waited a moment longer. This has gone on long enough. "The eastbound She gave him another look to suggest he should be me the road was open, but their last report was a week careful of what he grabbed in the future. "Bob, what old." lanes are clear," she pointed out. happened?" she called. A week old! Sherrine looked up at the star-studded Bruce looked shocked. "You want us to turn back?" "Take a look at this, you guys." Bob reached under the night sky. The last weather satellite had reentered dash and flipped the switch for his outside flood lights. years ago. She remembered sneaking outside her She rolled her eyes up. "For Ghu's sake, no!" It took Sherrine crowded forward with the others and stared parents' house in the middle of the night, bundled up them a moment longer to catch on, then Will began through the windshield. She sucked in her breath, and against the chill (oh, to be that warm again!) and chuckling. watching for the spark that marked its fall. The even Mike was uncharacteristically silent. newsreaders played it up: the final remnant of "For a gang of taboo-shattering imagineers," he said, discredited Big Technology was no more. The fact that A great half-completed arch of ice was poised over the "we sure do let the Accepted Customs of our tribe all low orbits decayed from atmospheric friction and westbound lanes, like a tremendous wave frozen in the blinker us. Drive on the left side of the road? What a that all such satellites were temporary was somehow moment of breaking. "Shit," said Steve. It sounded like revolutionary notion!" supposed to prove the folly of "spending money in outer a prayer. space." Better to spend the money here on Earth relocating the people of Newfoundland, made "Sometimes," said Mike, finding his voice at last, "the homeless by "an unusually severe winter." upper layers slide out over the bottom layers." They drove more cautiously headed west in the eastbound lanes. Bob put the flood lights on blinker so She remembered feeling as if the world had lost an Bob kept the engine running, but he opened the cab oncoming traffic would notice. Not that he expected eye. Time was, a celestial pickup truck could have and stepped outside. Sherrine followed. She pulled her much oncoming traffic at six in the morning in rural climbed skyward on a pillar of fire and put the satellite parka hood closed as tightly as she could and stood in Minnesota, not along the edge of the glacier, but it back where it belonged. No longer. the glare of the van's floods. The others huddled never hurt to be careful. A few miles farther on, Steve around her. Beneath the hum of the engine the silence pointed silently out the side window at the westbound Bruce scowled and pulled at his beard. "Do you want to of the night was broken by muted sounds. The ice lanes and they saw where the ice had collapsed across take a chance driving under that, Bob? It looks strong snapped; it creaked like an ancient door. A subsonic the roadway, blocking it completely with landbergs. Bob enough." groan surrounded them, wrenched at their teeth. " 'The and Bruce exchanged glances and Bob hunched his ice was here, the ice was there, the ice was all shoulders over the steering wheel. Sherrine's Drive underneath several tons of unsupported ice? She around—' " fingernails dug into her palms. Two Angels had been thought only Crazy Eddie came up with notions like down on the Ice now for four and a half hours. that. "Onk?" Mike asked. Past Elizabeth, the glacier had flowed entirely across And Bob was shaking his head. "Too chancy." the road, and the Army Corps of Engineers had blasted Bob said, "The Ancient Mariner. Do you think the road and dug a channel right through it. to Fargo is still open?" As if to punctuate his remarks, the ice moaned and the sound of far-off thunder rolled in their ears. A cloud of Fargo Gap. Sherrine's heart beat slightly faster. A "Looks bad," Mike said. ice crystals as fine as mist billowed toward them out of name of romance and bravery and determination. Page 15 of 166 Since Mike couldn't exactly mention a tightbeam Fargo Cap. Minneapolis's last link to the ice-free West. A short, stocky man in an Engineer uniform broke away downlink from Freedom, he was at a temporary loss for Arc lights staged around the worksite made the area from a small knot of people and trotted over. His name words. And while normally Sherrine might have enjoyed almost as bright as daylight. Portable generators tag read Scithers, and he was wearing a headset with a throat mike. The trooper had Bob repeat the story. The that, she didn't think a long, strained silence would be chugged and men and women with picks and airhammers fought the encroaching ice. They didn't captain listened carefully and nodded. Then he keyed too smart. So she spoke up. "My grandparents live near look heroic; they only looked tired. But wasn't that how his mike and barked orders. Within minutes, a tank Fargo," she said. "They saw a fireball go down on the heroes always looked? She saw a cadre wearing Army outfitted with a plow and carrying a work gang on its Ice and called me and told me about it. As long as these guys were coming this way to sightsee, I thought Corps of Engineer uniforms, but most of the workers skirts had rumbled east. A conscripted civilian pickup truck followed, pulling a portable generator and work I'd tag along and see if I could pick up some souvenirs." were civilians, with only a brassard on the left arm to show that they had been drafted into the corveé. lights. Scithers watched them out of sight. Then he sighed. "We've kept the Gap open all summer," he said The trooper rubbed a heavily gloved hand across his A state trooper stopped them well short of the work to no one in particular, "but this winter will kill the road chin, and she wondered why he didn't wear a beard like area. He walked toward the van and Bob rolled down for good." most men did these days. Dress policy? "Yeah, we heard about it, too, at the barracks. Goddam Angels. A the window and waited. The trooper wore sunglasses even though it was dark. For the glare of the arc lights, The trooper didn't respond. He laid a hand on the door couple of planes from Ellsworth flew over a few hours she supposed. Or for the macho look. He pulled a pad of the van. "You might as well turn around," he said. back; though I don't know what they hoped to see at night. IR, maybe. Come daylight the glacier'll be of traffic tickets from under his parka. "We're going to be evacuating Fargo in the next couple weeks anyway." crawling with helicopters and search parties. No rush. Those Angels will be froze dead by then." "Where do you think you re going," he said without Sherrine felt her stomach go into free fall. We can't turn preamble. around. We can't! The Angels were depending on "Froze," she repeated. "Fargo, officer." Bob could be very sincere and them. But they couldn't tell the trooper that. "And serves them right, too." submissive when he wanted to be. "Our friends here from California have never seen the Ice, so we drove "Oh, let them through, trooper," said Scithers. "What them up here from Minneapolis." the hell's the point of keeping the Gap clear if we don't She noticed Mikes jaw twitch an instant before he let people through?" spoke. "Why?" Sherrine thought it was a pretty good story for having been made up on the spot; but the trooper just shook The trooper shrugged. "Suit yourself. But stay on the Mike, she thought, don't let your mouth talk us into his head. "Ice tourists. Now I've heard everything." His right side of the road from here on. There's two-way trouble. So far, they were just a van load of jerks out face, what they could see of it, showed what he thought traffic. And try not to freeze to death." Sherrine couldn't joyriding. If the trooper began to suspect that they were of Californians who drove to the Ice for kicks. "You're tell if his request was sincere or pro forma. "Angel-loving technophiliacs," they would be in serious driving on the wrong side of the highway," he said. She shit. wondered if he thought they didn't know that, and saw Mike, of course, couldn't leave well enough alone. "We Mike bite his tongue to keep from making a smartass heard that a spaceship crashed on the Ice earlier "Why?" The trooper waved his arm at the glacier. remark. tonight. Do you know where that was?" She wanted to "Because they started this, asshole! They did it to us. kick him, but he was out of reach. The trooper adjusted Stealing our air until the Protective Blanket was too thin Bob explained about the ice wave that had broken over his sunglasses and Scithers, who had been turning to keep us warm." the westbound lanes and the trooper lowered his pad. away, stopped to listen. "Ah, shit," he said without feeling. He turned and called Captain Scithers nodded. "Damn right," he said. "All over his shoulder. "Captain!" "Where did you hear that?" the trooper asked. that air they took, hundreds of tons-—" His voice was serious. Page 16 of 166 Sherrine nodded her head as if she agreed. So did Hiss and crackle. Maybe the radio was broken. He tried Steve and Will. Thor said nothing, but he twisted his again. "Big Momma, do you read me?" finger in his right ear as if to unplug it. She prayed to CHAPTER FOUR Ghu that Mike would take the hint and keep quiet. Mary's voice came through the noise. "Alex? Is that you?" Eliza Crossing the Ice Bob decided not to trust in Ghu. He put the van in gear. "We better get going," he said over his shoulder, "if Who did she think it was? . . . Churlish. "Big Momma, we're going to reach your grandparents' house in time this is MacLeod, I am conscious. I do not appear to be for breakfast. Thanks for your help, officer." He gave a seriously injured except that I cannot move. This must He woke up hard, tried to move, and thought better of wave that was half-salute. be due to gravity. Tanner does not respond, I say it. Memories flowed back slowly. again, Gordon does not respond. Can you give me a The trooper turned away, but Captain Scithers lingered. reading on Gordon?" Consciousness was a mixed blessing, thought Alex He leaned an elbow on the frame so Bob couldn't roll the window up. "Thought you might be interested," he MacLeod. It meant that he was alive; but it also meant "Roger your situation report, MacLeod. Alex, I'm glad to said. "The Red River is pretty much frozen solid north that he hurt. His left arm throbbed with a dull ache. To hear your voice. Stand by one for report on Tanner." of Perley. Bad news for Winnipeg, but I heard you draw breath took immense, frightening effort, and his could drive a truck across without falling through." He rib cage burned every time he succeeded. Alex waited while she scanned the medical monitors. straightened and nodded to them. "Good luck," he said. Medi-probes were a pain in the ass-—literally-—but Groggily, he took inventory. He figured that if a bodily they had their uses. He wondered if Mary had been Bob rolled the window up and pulled through the break part hurt, he still had it. By that criterion he had at least standing by in Mission Control the whole time he was in the median into the westbound lanes. Mike frowned come down in one piece. unconscious, and whether it had been from duty or and looked out the rear window, where the engineer something else. That's right, Alex. Build yourself a few captain was deep in conversation with his lieutenants. He tried to lift his head to see how Gordon was doing. fantasies. You've got nothing else to do. "Why the hell should we care about Winnipeg and the Red River of the North?" He couldn't move. Paralyzed? A moment of panic "Tanner is all right I say again, no serious injuries," she washed over him as he imagined himself lying here said. "He's all right, Alex. Unconscious, but his vital "The Corps has been fighting a losing battle trying to slowly freezing to death, unable to do anything but wait. signs look good. I can't tell you about broken bones or keep I-94 and I-29 open," Bruce responded. "He But, of course, it was only gravity. When he realized such. Your readouts are okay, too. That was one hell of probably hasn't thought about anything else but ice that, he laughed out loud, which was a mistake, a landing, Alex. The book says you can't land a because his ribs hurt worse than ever. conditions for the last five years." scoopship." Thor ran his fingers through his beard. "Must be one What difference did it make why he was unable to "The book's not far wrong. Where are we, Mary?" move? Helpless was helpless. hell of a dinner conversationalist." "On what our contacts call the Ice. Not the Great Ice, "I don't know," said Bob. "Some of the strange stories He tried the suit radio. "Gordon?" but the vanguard glaciers. You're only a few hundred I've heard about conditions on the Ice, he must have meters from the Edge. If the ship hadn't stopped, you'd some weird tales to tell." Static for answer. Gordon must be dead or have gone over a ninety meter ice cliff. Do you want unconscious. In either case, there was nothing he could your latitude and longitude?" And with that they entered Fargo Gap, the ice on both do for him. Come to that, there wasn't much he could sides of the highway rearing straight and high as do for himself. He tongued the uplink on his radio. "Sure, but I don't see how that will help." canyon walls and sparkling with the reflections of the work lights behind them. "Big Momma? Piranha here." Page 17 of 166 "Sorry. We're feeding the Navstar data to your rescue on the Ice thirty kilometers to the northwest. They don't He reminded himself that Downers would say "up," not party, so-—Oh, I forgot, you don't know." have you located, yet. From what we can overhear of "forward." Crazy planet. Still, he remembered what their radio traffic, they got a bum steer from a local gravity had been like. He would get used to it again. It "Rescue party?" He started to sit up, but gravity and his peasant who couldn't estimate distances properly. But it would just take a little time. ribs kept him flat. He stifled a groan. "You mean you're won't be long before they expand their search pattern. With any kind of luck, we'll get you out of there before His eyes jerked open. Bedsheets? coming to get us?" they read your position." "No," said Mary. "You know better than that." He heard the chill embarrassment in her voice. Some things Alex grunted. Not with any kind of luck, he thought. It weren't talked about. There was an etiquette to being had to be good luck, currently in short supply. "How The second time, he was wakened by the muted sound long before this rescue party arrives?" marooned. of motors outside the hull. Alex listened carefully, holding his breath. Yes, definitely motors. He tongued "Make it half an hour. They got a late start onto the Ice. the radio. "Big Momma?" So much for fantasy, Alex thought. They say Love Conquers All; but it doesn't conquer the fuel-to-thrust It took them a while to find enough bedsheets. Watch ratio or the law of diminishing returns. Peace and for them to the south of you. The team leader is code- "I'm here, Alex." Her voice came faintly through the Freedom were barely hanging on. There was nothing named Robert." spitting and crackle. There was definitely something that could be spared; least of all the rocket fuel needed wrong with the radio. He prayed that the comm would to land and take off again, even if there had been a Code name? Alex snorted. "Roger. I'll let you know not fail. ship capable of doing it. "I understand." He tried to when they arrive." keep the bitterness out of his voice. It wasn't her fault "I hear noises outside. Friendlies or government?" he was here. He saw no point in asking which way was south. He couldn't move, and all he could see through the "It's the rescue party. I think they just spotted you. It was not that they wouldn't come that bothered him. windshield was a white wall of ice. They would get here Look, Alex, one thing. They wouldn't come to get him if he were Lonny when they got here. Staring southward would not make Hopkins himself. But Station Chief Hopkins would them come faster. "What?" never have been on a dip trip in the first place. You don't send indispensable personnel on potentially one- He closed his eyes. Maybe if he slept, he could forget way missions. Dippers were folks the station could how much he hurt. And how cold the cabin was "Your rescuers. They may seem, well, a little strange at afford to lose. Good at what they did, but not growing. The space suit's heater ran on batteries. A first. Just bear with them. They're good folks. particularly useful at anything else. Janitors, gophers, half hour wouldn't exhaust them; but he wasn't sure Considering how things stand on Earth these days, day-care fathers, stilyagi like Gordon. A brotherhood of how long he would need them. He decided to keep the they're risking a lot to help you." mediocrity, he thought. The habitats would still function heater on low. Just warm enough to remind him how without him. Even the variety of the gene pool, small as chilly it was. And beggars can't be choosers. He hadn't known the it was, was unthreatened. Gordon and he had already space dwellers had, any friends on Earth; let alone made their deposits at the sperm bank. Lying there, he had the oddest sensation that Piranha strange ones. "Roger. Out." was accelerating, hard; but that her engines were "Then who is coming to get us?" he asked. He waited and listened uneasily to the sounds of feet located under the deck rather than aft. It was gravity, of moving around atop the scoopship. Strange. What had course. Gravity was acceleration and his body Mary meant by that? Sure, Downers were a different "I told you we have friends on Earth. There's a team interpreted it as movement because one kind of breed. Yet, how strange could they possibly be? heading for you right now. They have an illegal Navstar acceleration felt like any other. People were people, right? link, so they know your precise bearing. The government search parties are still wandering around Page 18 of 166 A face appeared upside down in the windshield and The white-haired man grunted. "I don't think you're in Alex grunted. Good news from all over. What the hell; stared at him. Alex blinked. Someone atop the Kansas anymore, Toto. He set a black bag on the deck he was due for some good news. "Doc, how's Gordon? scoopship had leaned over the cockpit and looked in. A and opened it. Alex twisted his head to look inside. Have you looked at him yet?" The stilyagi was his hand appeared by the face. It waved. responsibility. He was the captain; and if it hadn't been for his stupid pride, Gordon would be sitting warm and "Are you a doctor?" snug and conscious back in Freedom. Alex raised his right hand as much as he could and wiggled his fingers. Greetings, Earthling. Take one to "No, I'm a plumber. Lie still. Of course, I'm a doctor. Will your leader. "Gordon? Ah, your copilot. I checked him first. Waxman, M.D. We're not irresponsible, you know. We Concussion. No broken bones, no bleeding, no shock. knew you might be hurt; so I came along." Your people upstairs say there's nothing wrong The face turned away and he heard a faint voice internally, but we'll be careful until we can get you to a shouting, "Told you so. They're half-buried in the ice!" It "Sorry." clinic. How does the arm feel?" turned back and waved again. It was an effort to return the gesture, and after a moment Alex lay back and "It was the house call that probably fooled you," he waited for them to open the hatch. There was more "What? Oh, a little numb. Is it broken?" said, unfastening the space suit. banging and stomping over his head. Strange, Mary had said. So far they didn't seem strange. No stranger Waxman ran his hands down the left arm, squeezing than anyone who could move about freely in this Alex watched him reach inside the bag and pull out a gently. When he reached the wrist, Alex sucked his stethoscope. The black bag didn't float away like horrible gravity. breath in. Waxman nodded. "Sprain, I'd say. We'll tape Newton said it should. It stayed put. Gravity field. He that, up, too. Sherrine, could you help me here with his would have to remember that. Things wouldn't behave ribs?" naturally groundside. His reflexes would be all wrong. He wondered how Earthlings could teach physics Scoopship cabins were built for two people and Alex properly, hampered by gravity that way; then he A woman came around from behind the pilot's seat. Her marvelled that so many more had managed to crowd remembered that they probably didn't bother anymore. parka was unzipped and its hood was thrown back, inside. It seemed as if they all wanted to talk at once. revealing the loveliest woman Alex had ever seen. Tall They asked questions about the ship, about the "Breathe slow and deep." and thin, even under layers of sweaters, with habitats and Luna City, about space travel. About prominent, fragile bones. "Hi. Sherrine Hartley," she everything. Finally, an older man with bushy white hair said in a low, throaty voice. He did, and gritted his teeth at sudden pain. Waxman and beard hollered and drove them out. listened to whatever it was that doctors listened to "Alex MacLeod." He managed to reach up to take her when they did that. Alex had heard all the jokes about "Let me apologize for my friends," he said as he the cold feel of stethoscopes. This one had been hand despite the gravity. It was a hell of an effort, but crouched by Alex's side. "They're a little excited at the carried across a glacier. worth it; but he couldn't hold it up long. She patted his idea of meeting you." hand with a firm but gentle touch. "Hurts when you breathe?" "Me?" Alex was surprised. "Why should that excite "Welcome to Earth." anyone?" "Yes." He tried to sound blasé. "Meeting you makes it almost worth the trip." The other man raised his shaggy eyebrows. "Not many "Couple cracked ribs." Waxman put the stethoscope spacemen stop here these days." She blushed, as if unused to hearing such away. "Don't worry, though. Lungs aren't punctured. Well tape you up, and in a few weeks you ought to be compliments. How could that be, Alex wondered? A "Spaceman. I was born on Earth. Kansas." woman as tall and gangly as Sherrine must hear them good as new." every day. He studied her as she helped the Doc tape him up. She leaned close into his face as she ran the Page 19 of 166 tape behind his back. How did men and women do it in him over with a white bedsheet. A pair of wrap-around Relax while a giant named Thor cuts me out of my suit. a gravity field, he wondered? They probably did not sunglasses cut the intensely white glare. Sure. need to use Velcro. Gravity would keep everything aligned. "What now?" Thor said. "Those suits. You going to wear them?" They wrapped them in blankets. Sherrine and Thor had "No way," Bruce said. "One look at those and the to carry him to the sled. He couldn't walk, and could When they lifted him out of the scoopship Alex saw dumbest cop would know where we got them." barely stand. Gordon was still out. They carried him what had happened. Piranha had come in hot, melting over as well. Sherrine settled him onto the sled and put an ever deeper trough across the Ice as she slowed to "They're not easy to get out of," Alex said. on more blankets, then a white sheet. "Should I?" she a halt. In the end, she had sunk into the glacier like a asked. hot iron and rested now half-buried in a cave of snow "They are if we cut you out." Thor had a huge knife in and ice. The giant they called Thor was using a snow "Should you what?" his hand. blower to put a light covering of ice on top of the scoopship. Alex felt a moment of panic. His suit was not "Like the way the 'danes run things." replaceable. Nor was Gordon's. When the suits were Nearby were two sledges rigged to snowmobiles. That gone they weren't space pilots any more. Alex tried to shrug under the blankets. "It's not my accounted for the motors he had heard earlier. Both world; but they did try to shoot me down." sledges and snowmobiles were festooned with miscellaneous items of equipment and jerry cans And so what? You can't go to space without a spaceship. We're not going back, not now, not ever, so Mike Glider-—he called himself "Mycroft"-—loomed exuding a chemical smell. we don't need pressure suits. over him. "They did more than try, Gabe—boy," he said. "They did it." Sherrine was suited up now, hiding her figure. "That was a piece of luck, wasn't it?" she said, pointing to the "All right. Be careful with Gordon-—" "That they did." If I'd turned back, after the first missile- half-buried ship. "Thor figured you'd be melted into the Ice; that's why we brought Pop—pop's snow blower. "We will," Doc said. "You worry about the gear. What — But damn all, we needed the nitrogen. "My name's Alex, not 'Gabe.' " Talking wasn't easy. The air was The 'danes will never spot your ship unless they're right are we taking, what do we leave?" cold, horribly cold. on top of it. Even the landing path blends into the glare of the Ice if you're not looking for it." "Antenna," Alex said. He pointed to something that looked like a megaphone. "Directional. Not too well The fat man spread his arms out. "Code names. You're "Danes?" Alex was startled. "We were nowhere near focussed, but good enough. Otherwise they'll hear us. Gabriel; the kid is Raphael. Two angels. Get it?" He When you cut Gordon out of his suit, be sure to get the took his place on the sledge runners. Greenland!" radio system out of his helmet. And leave it turned off. "No, not Danes. Apostrophe—danes, as in 'mundanes.' Should I explain? The suit-to-suit radios broadcast all Alex wondered how any human being could become as People with no imagination. People who couldn't around; anyone listening will hear and can lock in to fat as Mike. Perhaps it was an adaptation to the ice imagine space travel even after it had happened. The trace us. The suit-to-ship radio can be hooked up age. Heat loss was proportional to surface area; and through the directional antenna so you'd have to be the sphere had the lowest surface area to volume ratio 'danes have inherited the Earth." more or less in front of it to catch the signal-—" of any solid. He sensed bitterness in her voice and gave her an appraising look while her friends strapped him into a "Gotcha," Mike said. "Well get the stuff. You relax." "Saint Michael was an angel, too," he pointed out. sledge. He was already wearing her grandfather's parka. Now they wrapped him in blankets and covered Page 20 of 166 Mike brightened. "Hey, that's right. Do you think I could She looked away; beat her mittens together. "Hungrier, make a quarter gee, but it wasn't the real thing. go up with you guys when they come to get you?" too." Her voice was hard and angry. "But their Besides, everyone hated it. neighbors-—their good, kindly, salt-of-the-earth Alex didn't say anything. MacLeod's First Rule of neighbors were starting to talk about witchcraft. They Alex looked at his watch. "Aim this thing south." He Wilderness Survival: Don't piss off your rescuers. But couldn't imagine any other reason why my indicated the antenna. "South and up. It's not too Lonny would never take someone like Mike aboard. grandparents' wheat thrived while theirs died. Peasants directional, just get it aimed in the right general Whatever Mike's intellect and training, he was just too always believe in witchcraft." She seated herself on the direction. We have a relay in geosynch." damn big. It would take too many resources to fuel that snowmobile attached to his sledge. Her back was turned and he could not see her face. much mass. Sherrine nodded. None of them wanted to talk. It was too cold. They're not corning down for us anyway. We are here Bruce Hyde, code-named "Robert," planted himself for keeps, and Mike is a hell of a lot better adapted to behind the other sledge. "Everybody ready?" he asked. He tongued his uplink. "Big Momma, this is Piranha." Doc Waxman took the second snowmobile. Thor and local conditions than I am. "Where to now?" he asked. More hiss and crackle. "Big Momma, this is Piranha." Steve Mews, the black man, were on cross-country Sherrine looked the question at him. He shook his skis. They adjusted their sunglasses and waved. Bruce head. "Big Momma, this is Piranha." "Back to my grandparents' place," Sherrine answered. "So we can return the equipment they loaned us. Bob's checked his Navstar transponder and circled his arm waiting for us there with the van." She shook out a above his head. "Warp factor five, Mr. Sulu!" "Piranha, da. Eto Mir. We relay you. Please to be bedsheet and hauled it over her head. A slit cut in the standink by." middle let her wear it like a poncho. Alex saw that the The snowmobiles started with a roar. Searchers might others were doing the same. But the sheets were too find us hard to see, Alex thought, but we sure as hell He waited. Freedom would be below the horizon. would be easy to hear. thin to give much warmth, so why-— Fortunately, there was always something in the sky. The RCA communications satellites, capable of And, dammit, they would stick out for sure on an IR "To hide yourselves," he said. "Right?" relaying half the long-distance calls of the world, only screen. Eight warm-bodied needles in a very cold the world didn't want them anymore. Now this splendid haystack. And the two snowmobile engines would glow She paused and grinned at him. "It was my idea," she system, capable of thousands of simultaneous calls, like spotlights. said. "Camouflage. Not even Bruce thought of it. This served the space stations and the few people on Earth way, if a search plane flies over, we'll be hard to spot. who wanted to talk to them. Alex tried to scan the skies for search planes, but found Gran said it would be worth the work sewing the sheets himself oddly disoriented. The sky was white and the back up if it meant getting you two safely off the Ice." "Alex, this is Mary. What is it?" Alex thought she ground was white, and it was hard to tell which was sounded tired, and who could blame her? She had which. "White-out," Mike had called it. "Sky" was been standing by in Mission Control ever since the "Your grandparents sound like good folks." "forward," the direction along the acceleration vector. launch. She must have been catnapping right at the Yet, the visual cues-—the ice sliding past the sledge-— "They are. Gran was a plant geneticist before they were at right angles to his sense of acceleration. He console. Quickly and concisely, he told her of their IR outlawed it. Pop—pop was a farmer. They still do a little began to feel dizzy. He closed his eyes. Give it time, he visibility. bootleg bioengineering in their basement. Developed a thought. Let the reflexes catch up to his intellectual cold-resistant strain of wheat that let them bring in a awareness. The old-time astronauts had always "I don't know what we can do about that, Alex, except crop for three years after their neighbors went under. readjusted quickly to gravity. to keep you posted on troop movements so you can They had to stop last year, though. Gran seeded a rust avoid them. Their search planes have been quartering virus that killed off their crop." steadily southeast toward your position." Except they hadn't been in free fall as many years as he had. The stations had drugs to compensate for "What? Why? If they'd continued-—Sherrine, it's going calcium losses, and two tethered ships that spun to "Give them decoys." to get a lot colder before it ever gets warmer." Page 21 of 166 "Say again?" "Winnipeg Rectenna is down, I say again, Winnipeg white sky drifted slowly back and forth as they circled. Rectenna will not be operational for three days." Sherrine throttled back on the snowmobile and watched "Give them bogeys. I've got it scoped out. Have Knocked out by an eco-terrorist bomb thirty hours them. SUNSAT beam down a few hotspots here and there before Alex took the scoopship down. He'd read about around the glacier. If they're, looking for IR targets, let's it and wondered if that was significant to his mission. It They look like vultures," she said. wouldn't be operational yet. The bomb had done in give 'em their heart's desire." some of the electronics. Alex wasn't sure what a vulture was, but it sounded Mary fell silent and Alex could sense her working unpleasant. "Are they coming this way?" He asked in a Winnipeg was the only human habitation still whisper, not because he thought the search planes through the calculations. Power was the one thing functioning that far north, except along the ice-free could overhear, but because the cold air had made his besides people that the habitats could spare. Space Alaska Corridor. It had held out so long because of the throat hoarse. was full of power, supplied by a friendly, all-natural powersat ground station, built by the Canadian end of nuclear fusion generator. All you had to do was catch it the original staging corporation. They had heat and ... "No," said Mike, the sledge driver. "But that's the good power in plenty, but they couldn't hold the Ice at bay news." forever; there were too many tons encircling them. And SUNSAT did that. The U.S. government had nearly when Winnipe finally went under, would the U.S. take in completed a demonstration power satellite before the the survivors. It was well known in orbit that the Last of "What's the bad news?" Alex asked. Congress changed their minds and proxmired it. They'd the Canadians were also the last friends of the habitats, needed the money for dairy farm subsidies or corporate "The search planes are moving west," said Sherrine. which did not make them popular in the U.S.A. bailouts or something else real useful. The entire space "Whether they know it or not, they've cut us off from budget, start to finish, was less than what HEW had Pop—pop's farm. Damn! Another half hour and we'd "Understood, Piranha. I will let you know." spent in a decade, less than the cost overruns at the have been home." Defense Department; but space was "frills," so they always cut there first. The station had floated in orbit, Alex cut contact. So far, Lonny Hopkins, Grand El Jefe "Can we go around them somehow? Or head and Lord High Naff-naff of Freedom Station had not nickels and dimes away from being operational, until somewhere else?" the crunch came and the habitats decided to cut loose deigned to speak to him directly, which was fine by from Earth. Alex. Lonny had a grudge against him and, in all She shook her head. "Bob and the van are waiting at fairness, if Mary had been his wife he might have felt the farm. If we go somewhere else, how will he know the same way. But Lonny had no quarrel with Gordon, Peace and Freedom had pooled their resources and where to find us?" nor with Gordon's family, who had powerful finished SUNSAT, so light, heat and power were the connections on Peace; nor with the Earthlings who few things that Mary never worried about. The space were helping out. So, while Lonny might not go out of Oh, that part is easy," Alex said. "Pick some habitats might starve, or asphyxiate, or die in a solar his way to help, he would not stand in the way, either. coordinates-—does Bob have a Navstar link too? No? flare; but they would have power. Alex sighed. It wasn't so much that you could depend Then pick a place that he'll know how to find. I'll tell Big on him to do the right thing; but Lonny was very careful Momma; and Big Momma can tightbeam the contact "Roger, Piranha," Mary said finally. "I will check with not to do the wrong thing. person-—" Winnipeg Rectenna Farm on power demand and see how much we can divert." Good old Lon. No wonder he loved him so much. "The Oregon Ghost." Alex could tell when Lonny entered the comm room Whatever that meant. "And then this ghost can call Bob from the way Mary talked. When she was alone, he at your grandparents' place." was Alex. When Lonny was there, he was Piranha. Piranha non grata. The first search planes broke the southwestern horizon to the right a half hour later. Tiny black specks in the "That's easy?" Page 22 of 166 Alex grinned. "Sure. Maybe not straightforward, but "Is difficult to move," Gordon said. Alex could barely When Alex reestablished the link, Mary wasn't at the easy. There's a difference." hear him. "How do people live in this? I try to sleep comm anymore. It was a woman he did not know. Well, now." Mary had to crash sooner or later. Lonny might have suggested that she was spending too much time "All right. I'll tell the others." She pointed to the other downlinking. sledge. "Your friend's awake." He didn't, though. Alex could see that. Gordon wrapped himself up, but he watched everything. Talk was cheap. The delta vee might cost too much for Gordon was watching Alex from within his cocoon of a rescue trip; but the solar power for the comm links blankets on the other edge. Alex tried to grin, but his was practically free. He and Mary could talk until Hell face was nearly frozen. froze over; which, judging by his surroundings, would The conference ended and Mike and Sherrine returned be real soon now. "We live," Gordon said. to the sledge. He let Gordo handle the comm. Not that he was sulking "Da. How're you feeling?" "Problem?" he asked. over Mary's absence, but he felt it was about time that the kid took a hand in his own rescue. Alex listened in. "Not good," Gordon said. "These are droogs?" "We have a place. I don't like it," Sherrine said. "But it's the only possible one." "Skazhitye, Big Momma," he heard him say. "Team "Da. Good friends." And they can hear anything I say, Leader 'Robert' points out that, uh, Fargo Gap is uzkiy- so I can't tell him Mission Control says they may be a Steve Mews and Thor set their goggles, dug their poles —is a choke point, and sure to be roadblocked by now. trifle weird. into the ice, and whisked forth. Their job was to scout He requests that you contact their driver, code-named ahead for crevasses and other obstacles. "So where 'Pins,' by secure channel and tell him to 'meet us at the "It was-—almost good landing," Gordon said. "I read to?" Alex asked Sherrine when she resumed her seat. gas station.' Tell 'The Ghost' that 'Pins' can be reached once that any landing you walk away from is good. But at 'FemmeFan's Gramp.' Katya, did any of that make we do not walk." "Brandon." sense to you?" "Not just yet." "How far is that?" "Obkhodimiy, Gordon. As long as makes sense to you and to contact. We are letting you know transponder frequency soon." "It is cold. I see why you laugh when I think that "About a hundred fifty kilometers across the Ice." because it only freezes water it is not cold. It is very cold." With an effort Gordon pulled a scarf over his Alex didn't say anything for a while, doing some Mike told Alex that "Pins" was Bob Needleton. "Pins face. and Needles get it? just like 'Robert is 'the Bruce.' " arithmetic in his head. About ten hours' travel, assuming a reasonable pace. He glanced at the sun, "I didn't mean to laugh-—" No response. Alex drew his wondering how many hours of daylight were left. It was Alex wondered what the point was of having code own scarf over his mouth so that only his eyes, already high in the sky, and the earth seemed to be names if Mike kept explaining what they meant. Don't protected by sunglasses, were exposed, and turned his spinning awfully fast. When was sunset for this latitude mean anything. It's a game to Mike. High stakes, but head away from the wind. Can't blame him if he's a bit and season? He closed his eyes and tried to picture the still just a game. surly. All my goddam fault we're here. But we needed globe as he was used to seeing it. What was it like on the goddam nitrogen. the Ice at night? Cold. Colder than it was already. The decision to head for Brandon obviously pleased no "Don't fret," he said aloud. "It's only water ice." one, but there was little choice in the matter. As Bruce So what about the nitrogen that was already in the explained it, they could not return to Mapleton; they tanks? Eh, Lonny? could not risk running the road block at Fargo Gap; and they could not easily set up a rendezvous with Bob Page 23 of 166 Needleton short of a landmark they all knew about. convinced himself that he was in a small, sterile room. Alex shook his head. "Why do you put up with it?" >From the glum expressions, they must know they'd Now an immense vista opened below him, and-— still be on the Ice after sunset. Alex wondered if they oddly-—he felt more dwarfed than during an EVA. She gave him a look of surprise. "Fen are a tolerant were having second thoughts about the rescue. bunch. You'd be shocked at some of what we put up Sherrine must have seen him studying the river with. Besides, every now and then he comes up with because she asked him what he thought. something useful." Alex shook his head. "I've never seen anything so big." "So, were to now?" he asked. It was irritating to sit Alex knew that rivers were free-flowing streams of He laughed nervously. "In fact, I'm feeling a touch of bundled in the sledge while others took charge. He water propelled by gravity rather than pressure. He had knew he should be used to that. MacLeod do this. seen pictures. He could even close his eyes and agoraphobia." MacLeod do that. Don't forget to clean up. Help the kids remember them. He had swum in one once, a "You're kidding," said Mike. "You live in orbit. You put their toys away. Try to be useful for a change. But majestically slow stream with banks choked by trees, piloting Piranha had wakened something. For a short as close to weightlessness as he had come in those should be used to wide open spaces." time he had been making the decisions. Poor ones days. But memory did not prepare him for the sight of maybe; but his decisions. the Red River from atop the Dakota Glacier. "Well, yes and no," Alex answered him. He kept his gaze fixed on the panorama below him, forcing his mind to accept it. "Inside the habitats, everything is Sherrine twisted and faced the river valley. Directly east Sherrine stopped the sledge at the head of a vast ramp cramped; outside, everything is so vast you can't even was the sheer wall of another glacier, higher than the of ice while Thor and Steve probed ahead for relate to it. Life consists of things you can reach out one they were on. "Over there," she said, pointing. "The crevasses. Mike pointed downward. "There she is," he and touch and things you could never touch in a Minnesota Glacier." For a time she stared silently into said. "The Red River of the North. It carries warmer lifetime of reaching. Somehow this intermediate scale the valley. Then, "When I was a little girl, the Red was a water from the south into New Lake Aggaziz. If it 'mean and cantankerous river.' It was either too high or weren't for the river and the rectenna farm, Winnipeg seems much bigger. too low. Mostly too low. Filled with sandbars and would be under the Ice by now." driftwood. And, oh God, the mosquitoes! They were this Sherrine laughed. "You should see the Mississippi." big!" She held her hands out an improbable length. Alex looked where he pointed. The valley was partially "The riverbanks were lined with thick strands of filled in, with ice and snow forming a broad shallow U. "He may," said Mike. "When the Great Ice builds up chokeberry and pussywillow, some box elder and elm, The river itself gleamed a perfect silver, the sunlight enough weight, it'll tip the North American Plate and the even a little cottonwood here and there." She sighed. dancing on it where it showed between the choking ice Mississippi'll start running north. I'd hate to be in "It's all gone now. Living in the Minneapolis heat sink, floes. At first the river seemed merely large; but the California when that happens. The whole tectonic it's easy to forget how much has already been nearby hills and ice banks gradually brought it into boundary'll go at once." He dismounted from the sledge swallowed up under tons of ice. The trees, the fish, scale in his mind. The largest free-flowing stream he and trudged across the Ice to where Bruce Hyde stood even the damn mosquitoes. Whole environments. had seen in recent years was when the laundry basin in watching the skiers through a pair of binoculars. Soon, the river will be gone, too. It'll freeze and become the daycare center had plugged up and the rinse water just another tongue of the glacier." overflowed. He'd gotten three kinds of hell over it and Alex turned to Sherrine. "Is he always like that?" he spent a day and a half sponging loose globules out of asked. "So fast," she said. "It came on so fast. Positive the air. What he saw now was vast beyond belief. Hundreds of liters of water, at the very least! feedback. Once it gets started, it runs away before you "Mike? Sure. We call him the 'Round Mound of know it's begun." She turned and looked at him over Profound.' " She was perched tailor-fashion atop the her shoulder; gave a little shrug. "Sometimes it gets me He shivered, and not from the cold. Even the trip snowmobile engine housing, taking advantage of the down, you know what I mean?" across the glacier had not prepared him for this sight. break to warm herself from the engine heat. "He'll talk The white sky and white land had blended together, about anything and everything. Sometimes he even destroying all sense of distance. He had halfway knows what he's talking about." Page 24 of 166 can't stand on walls in a gravity field, Alex. The car Bruce and Mike were walking back to the sledges, it. No point in sending a beacon for someone to home didn't just drift there, it must have been lifted and held waving their arms. Sherrine and Doc resumed their in on. "Are you all right, Gordon?" he shouted. by the ice. And, if Thor lost his grip, he would not seats in the snowmobiles. "It's ironic, don't you think," she asked him before starting the engine, "that the simply float away in a slow spin; he would accelerate to "Nye khorosho, Alex. Leave me alone." He moaned. biggest environmental disaster in history was caused the ground. It did not seem a terribly long way to fall, by environmentalism?" but what did he know about falling? "Doc," Alex called out. "What's wrong with Gordon?" *** When they set forth again, Thor lagged behind a bit as Waxman turned his bushy, white patriarch's beard if reluctant to leave. He kept glancing back over his toward him. "Motion sickness," he said. "He threw up shoulder. Then he set his poles and pushed off hard, The Valley was as quiet as a Christmas postcard and it froze all over him. He'll be fine once he gets used racing past Steve Mews, who had taken the point. scene. Everything was shrouded in a blanket of light to things down here." He shook his head. "I've heard of Steve gave him a curious glance as he slid past, but powdery snow. There were ghostly hummocks from people getting motion sickness in free fall. First time I did not quicken his own deliberate pace to catch up. which protruded the odd chimney or tree branch. Steve ever saw it work the other way." spotted an automobile embedded in the side wall of the glacier itself, its tail end protruding several meters past I-29 was poorly maintained. It had been plowed in No one ever died from motion sickness; they only ground level. places, but long stretches had been engulfed by the wished they could. Yes, Gordon would get over it, just Dakota Glacier just as the car had been. Alex could see as Alex already had. It was a matter of synchronizing Alex remembered reading about the mammoths found where another highway-—US 83-—had been cleared the sense of balance with visual perception. Gordon frozen in the Siberian glaciers of an earlier ice age and as an alternate route wherever the interstate was was born in free fall and a constant acceleration frame wondered what future generations would make of this impassable. screwed up his motion cues a lot worse than it did relic when and if the Ice released its grip. Alex's. Like everyone else, he'd gone to "Spinning "They don't spend as much effort on this road as they Kiddies." The centrifuge sessions were required for Thor shucked his skis, climbed the ice wall, and pierced do on I-94, "Mike explained. "There are only a couple of children-—for bone development, Alex thought. But the car's gas tank from underneath with an ice pick. towns in the Valley still open"-—he wave a mittened stilyagi like Gordon generally dropped out, and most Using a funnel attached to a syphon hose, he refilled hand north-—"and only Winnipeg at the dead end." adults avoided spin exercises when they could. Alex one of the depleted jerry cans with what gasohol considered his own condition. Gone to flab, with bones remained in the tank. They halted at the riverbank. Sherrine turned off the of rubber, and he'd been born down here. snowmobile's engine and stared at the turgid water So easy. With gravity to help, the fuel didn't have to be choked with "pancake ice and slush-—an open "There's no way across that," said Mike, pointing pumped; it just streamed toward the Earth's center. But expanse of water even vaster than Alex had imagined toward the river of slush. "We'll have to turn south." why were Sherrine's fists clenched into tight balls while from the glacier overlook. The scale of the planet was just beginning to hit him. It was huge; everything in it she watched Thor work? "Can't do that," said Bruce from the other sledge. was immense. And it was convex. He held on tightly to "South takes us to the interchange at Fargo Gap. his boyhood memories. At one time he had regarded all He asked. She said, "If he slips, he could break his There's a police barricade there now. Besides, Bob is this as normal. neck." waiting for us at Brandon." He wondered how Gordon was taking it. The gravity Right. It was just as well that he was strapped into the "Pins," Mike corrected him. "Use the code names, like and the scale were completely new to him. When Alex sledge. Free to help, he'd be worse than useless. He'd we agreed." glanced over at the other sledge, he saw Doc Waxman be an embarrassment. Thirty years of conditioned was bent over Gordon. "Gordo?" Alex fumbled for a reflexes could not be forgotten overnight. If it had been moment with the tongue switch, then thought better of Bruce gave him a look. "There ain't nobody here but us him scavenging the gasohol, he would have tried to tribbles; so who gives a-—" jump over to the car and stand on the ice wall. You Page 25 of 166 "And Gabe can call Big Momma and change the frozen north of Perley? Well, that's gotta be north of Bruce called a rest break atop the Minnesota glacier. rendez-—" here, right?" Satellite recon had located a path up the side, but it had been an arduous climb. Thor and Steve were winded. The others stood around the two snowmobiles, "The code name idea was stupid, anyway-—" Alex never saw so many mouths hang open at once. slapping themselves with their arms, warming themselves with the meager engine heat. Everyone Doe Waxman stepped between them. "This isn't seemed drawn and introspective. helping us cross the Red," he said. Crossing the Red was easy Alex thought, if you didn't "I tell you," said Bruce, "that Engineer captain had to be They both fell silent. Thor and Steve shuffled their skis count holding your breath while doing it. The river was a closet fan. Why else would he have told us about the back and forth across the ice. "We can't stay here," frozen; but the ice was ragged and cracked. A rough river being frozen?" Thor said. "We'll freeze." He looked back the way we ride, and if the ice had given way-— had come. "That doesn't make sense," Mike said. "How would he Well, he didn't want to think about that. He supposed have known what we were up to?" Mike studied the river. "Maybe we could leap from floe he was in less danger than he had been in Piranha. A to floe. You know. Like Eliza crossing the ice in Uncle hot ship, miles high, hypersonic speeds. Even without a missile up the arse, there were a million things that "He might have guessed from your questions about the Tom's Cabin." could have gone wrong. But it was one thing to face Angels. One fan knows another." "Why, Mike," said Bruce, "what a wonderful idea. Did danger with your hands around the stick. It was another thing to face it while bundled into a sledge, dependent Warmly wrapped and trundled by sledge, Alex chafed you hear that, Alex? You can leap from floe to floe." on another's skills. It was the impotence, he decided; at his helplessness while others did the work of rescue. not the danger. "I'm just not used to being so useless," he told Alex smiled weakly. "I'm game, but I don't think the Sherrline. Actually, I'm here because I was expendable. snowmobiles are up to it." The glaciers on both sides of the river growled and He thought of telling her that, but he didn't want to. popped as they flowed south-—an odd and "Well, now, wait," said Mike. "Sure the plan has a hole disconcerting sound. Every snap made him jerk, Sherrine laughed. "Alex, sitting in that sledge, you've in it, but-—" thinking it was the river ice breaking up beneath them. done more to help us than anyone standing up." He had not expected sounds. But then, he didn't Sherrine: "Not just a hole, Mike. A black hole." suppose a mountain range of ice could slide across the The Angel flushed. "I'm a link to Freedom, that's all. landscape in silence. He wondered whether, if the They do the work." Thor: "Yeah, the plan sucks." glacier sounds were recorded and played back at high speed, they would sound like a rushing river. Sherrine shook her head. "Don't be modest." Was Alex Mike stuck his chin out. "You have a better plan, serious, she wondered, or was it just the usual macho maybe?" self-deprecation? It seemed as if the older space pilot never missed a chance to put himself down, since Steve Mews interrupted. "I do. Head north." CHAPTER FIVE putting himself down on Earth. And the kid spent most of his time in a kind of sullen silence. And these were space heroes? They all looked at one another. "North," said Bruce. "In the Hands of Crazy People" "You mean go to Winnipeg? But that's a dead end." Be fair, she chided herself. They were injured and in shock. Give them time to recover. Steve clapped his mittens together. "Hey, maybe I'm wrong. I don't know the local geography. But didn't that Engineer captain at Fargo tell us that the Red was Page 26 of 166 She said, "Who had Big Momma beam down the IR "So are you!" She bent closer to his face. "Hey, guys, The hum of the snowmobile motor and the hiss of the decoys? Who arranged the rendezvous with Bob when look at this! Rainbow smoke rings." sledge runners over the ice were the only, sounds, until we couldn't go back to Mapleton? Who had the old Thor said, "There was a family in that car." Hubble pinpoint the best route up onto this glacier?" Soon, everyone was laughing and puffing rainbows into the air. Even Gordon was smiling, for the first time Alex remembered tail fins protruding from an ice wall. "It was a rough climb anyhow. Almost too steep for the since the crash. Steve tried to make patterns in the air "People? Dead?" snowmobiles." by moving his head around. "Sure, dead. I got a look in while the tank was draining. "It would have been rougher if we'd had to find our own "We're a lot higher here than on the Dakota," Mike The front seats had filled in with snow and ice, but I way up, or just climb straight up the sheer wall." announced. "Its so cold that the moisture in our breath could see the shoulders and the backs of the parents' freezes as soon as we exhale. That creates a cloud of heads. The back seats-—" He paused and swallowed. millions of tiny ice particles." His own beard glistened Alex grunted. "We also serve who only lie and wait." with frost as he spoke. "The back seats were clear. There were two kids there. A boy and a girl; maybe six and four. I don't know. They She patted him on his shoulder. "That's the spirit. Don't Bruce made a snowball and threw it at Mike. Sherrine were lying there with their eyes wide open, as white as worry. Steve will have you on your feet in no time once grinned and made a rainbow ring. "A lot of my parchment, coated with frost. There was ice around we et off the Ice." mundane friends," she said to Alex, "think that their eyes where they'd been crying." explaining a phenomenon 'ruins the magic.' I think the "Steve?" explanations just make it more magical than before. "Nothing decays in this endless cold. If it weren't for the 'Danes live in a world where everything happens on the frozen tears, I might have thought they were staring "Steve's a bodybuilder. Didn't you notice his muscles?" surface; where everything is a symptom-—like the back at me." rainbows. But a cloud of microscopic crystal prisms is He had. Steve seemed grotesque, thick and bulging, as magical as an unexplained rainbow any day." Alex glanced at Sherrine driving the snowmobile. She like a creature from another world; but they all looked did not seem to be listening. He remembered thinking like that, more or less. "What's he going to do? Lend us about mammoths earlier. He pitched his voice low. a few?" "You didn't tell the others." When they set out again, Bruce and Mike took the skis He liked the sound of her laugh. "You'll have to ask to give Steve and Thor a rest. The tall, brawny Thor "No. Would you a have?" him." took over as Alex's sledge driver. He seemed drawn and introspective. He was the only one who had not "We should have done something." "Hey!" joined in the rainbow making. His breath sparkled with colors the same as everyone else's, but it didn't seem Thor nodded thoughtfully. "See if you can describe it." to delight him. "What?" After a few minutes of riding, Alex leaned his head back "I don't know. Dig them out. Bury them?" On Earth, he'd "You're breathing rainbows!" and studied Thor's face. "Do you want to tell me what's heard they buried their dead. It seemed a waste of organics to Alex, but "custom is king of all." wrong?" he asked. "I'm what?" "The glacier will bury them," said Thor. "The job's half "Breathing rainbows!" She was. Sparkling circles of "Wrong?" Thor wouldn't meet his eyes. done." color came out of her mouth every time she exhaled. They reminded him of radar pulses. He said, "You're "You've been acting distracted ever since we left the "It doesn't seem right to just leave them there." Valley." magical." Page 27 of 166 "No, it doesn't. But what could we have done? Broken course, and the spider plants in every compartment; "I think the one they call Robert is worried." our necks trying to et them out? What would we have and a few corridor walls here and there. Still, of all the dug the graves with inside the car, at least they're safe places he had thought to see green, the heart of a "Yeah." Alex thought he knew why. Bruce had been from wolves. You know what bothers me the most?" glacier was not one. keeping track of their progress. The others might get distracted by rainbows and green skies, but Bruce "No, what?" He asked Sherrine, "Is sunset always like this?" always kept the goal firmly in mind. "The accident must have happened ten, twelve years She turned in her saddle. "No. Sunsets are normal, red. "I'm cold," said Gordon. "But my readouts tell me it's ago, when most of these towns were evacuated. I'd heard it was different when you got far enough onto only minus fifteen degrees Celsius. That doesn't make Hundreds of cars must have driven past. My mother the Ice. Nobody knows why." any sense. Neg fifteen isn't very cold." told me that this country once spent millions of dollars to free two whales trapped in the Arctic ice. Why didn'tMike was uncharacteristically silent. He muttered "Ever hear of wind chill, Gordo?" anyone stop to help those people back then? Those something about static discharge, but neither too loudly children might have still been alive!" nor too confidently. Finally, Bruce shouted. "Come on! "Wind chill. No, what is?" This isn't getting us any closer to Brandon." His voice Alex couldn't think of any way to answer him. It wasn't was harsh and had a ragged edge to it. When the Oh, Gordo, Gordo. Of course he didn't know. The only his planet. He hadn't been there. He wondered what others looked at him, he turned his head and looked wind in Freedom was Lonny Hopkins making a speech. the evacuation had been like. A panicked flight? A abruptly away. "Gordon, the human body cools by convection, right? black, depressing recessional? A car skids off the We dump excess heat into the surrounding air." gassy roadway and plows into a snowbank. No one "Right," said Steve. "Doc, rev it up. It'll be dark soon." stops. No one cares enough to stop. The country has The other sledge pulled out ahead and Sherrine fell into "Yes? Is why we need radiators on the station." turned its back on technology. Small is beautiful but line behind. small is also poor; and the country could no longer "Uh-huh." The main problem in the habitats was to afford to care. "Alex?" keep from roasting. No one ever heard of too cold. "Well, what if the air around your body was constantly For a moment, Alex could not figure who had called moved away and replaced by fresh, unheated air. It him. Then he realized that it was Gordon on the comm would seem colder, wouldn't it?" As the sun dropped toward the horizon, a curious green link. The kid was finally communicating. He tongued his tint came over everything. The ice and the clouds, radio. "Yeah?" Gordon thought that one over. "I guess so." perfect white but moments before, glowed like emeralds. To the right, the sky itself was green from the "How much farther must we go?" "Look, as your body heat warms the surrounding air, it horizon halfway to the zenith. Sherrine and Doc reduces the heat fall and the rate of heat loss slows. So stopped their snowmobiles and everyone stared. Alex shook his head; but Gordon couldn't see him from you feel warmer. But keep the cold air coming in and his sledge. "I don't know. I've lost track. Should we be you'll dump your excess calories faster. It's-—What did "The sky looks like a lawn in spring," said Sherrine. broadcasting?" you say, minus fifteen degrees Celsius? The wind is enough to lift granular ice particles. Call it forty "Yeah," said Thor. "And the clouds look like bushy "Is low power. Carries how far?" kilometers per hour. So the temperature feels as if it summer treetops. It's a floating forest." were, oh, minus thirty seven degrees Celsius." "Don't know. I guess it's all right. We're a long way from Green was not a color Alex was used to seeing. Black, anything." "Alex." white, silver, yes. But green was the color of control panel lights; of shoulder patches; the plant rooms, of Page 28 of 166 "What?" rescue party had realized how dark it would be. They name, and a grip like a Junkyard dog. Gay man or hadn't expected to still be on the Ice come nightfall; so butch woman? They couldn't tell. It made them uneasy. he couldn't blame them for not brining any flashlights. "Well, it doesn't help me feel any warmer, but at least They had only the two that Sherrine's grandfather kept when I freeze to death, I'll know why." Arteria parted her lips in a thin faint smile. They were in the kits strapped to each sledge, and a small trouble bothered less by the thought that she might be skew light salvaged from Piranha. They didn't make much than by not knowing the direction of skew. They liked to Okay, Gordo, be a snot. But he's right. We are not light; but, with them and with ropes tying everyone put people in categories, even unorthodox categories. It going to make it. It was too cold, and Brandon was too together, Bruce could hope that no one would get lost was more comfortable than dealing with individuals and far. The space suits, with their heaters, had been left in the dark. If only there were some way to turn on the their idiosyncrasies. Deny them that and you put them behind with the scoopship. They would have been spotlights. at a disadvantage. Arteria liked to leave it like that. It incriminating, too hard to dispose of; and the trip was was always sound tactics to leave your opponents at a supposed to have been a short one. The suits wouldn't have saved them anyway. Sherrine and the others Spotlights. By God! disadvantage. would freeze; Gordon and Alex could wait on their backs until the batteries gave out. Better that they all go "Something interesting?" Thor asked. "Can we take it then," said Ike Redden, "that the together. subjects have died on the Ice?" Redden represented the INS on the Special Task Force. He was also the "Damn right, if I can raise the ship. You don't need the chair. Inter-service wrangling and high-level It was getting colder and the wind was picking up. And Sun to get heat from the sky." compromise had left the Immigration and Naturalization it wasn't just Gordo depending on him. There were Service in nominal charge of the search. The space these Downers as well. It was his fault they were out "Onk?" stations had declared their independence almost a here. Sure, he was going to freeze along with them; but generation ago; so their residents were, ipso facto, do passengers really feel better because the captain "You'll see. I hope. Aim the antenna for me, due south. aliens. And illegal immigration was, according to went down with his ship? Soon enough, he and his Big Momma. Big Momma, Big Momma, this is Piranha. counsel, the most impeccable grounds for friends would be frozen as solid as those children in the Priority One. Mayday." apprehension of the stranded astronauts. Still, Arteria car. was sure that all the task force members were looking Sherrine looked around with a frown. for ways to bend the mission to their own advantages. "It's not a bad way to go," Thor said softly. "Alex-—" The State Police captain shook his head. "I don't see Alex looked up. Thor knew. He had the most how they could have gotten off the Ice before nightfall experience with the Ice, and he knew. "Shut up, Gordon! Big Momma, Big Momma, this is without being apprehended." Piranha. Mayday." "You get sleepier and sleepier. Then you don't wake Arteria could think of three or four ways. She kept her up," Thor said. "They say it's even easier if you don't peace. The others were paid to do the thinking. *** fight it." "There was no one aboard the spacecraft when we Captain Lee Arteria relaxed in a chair well to the side of "And do you give up?" found it." Air Force was reluctant to mention finding the the meeting room, the better to watch the proceedings. craft; no doubt because it had taken so long to do so. One should always have a clear field of fire, just in Thor shrugged. "I probably won't. But I won't last much Never mind that the shuttle was painted a reflective case. Several of the other attendees threw repeated longer than you do." silver; that it blended into the surrounding ice; that it glances in that direction. Arteria, returning their gazes, had apparently been deliberately buried. The failure to could almost read their minds. Slim and fine-featured, The glacier at night was as dark as the leeside of pointed chin; short-cropped red hair; noncommittal first achieve instant results was always ammunition for Freedom Station. But Freedom Station could turn on one's opponents. "We assume that the astronauts the spotlights for EVA work. Alex didn't think any of the Page 29 of 166 wandered out onto the Ice and froze. We've done IR we'll start a search pattern around the projected route. And if you could think like a fan again, Arteria thought, scans of the immediate area and found no trace of The tracks looked like dogsleds, though. you might figure out where they'd show up next. She them. So their bodies must have cooled to ambient. We smiled wolfishly. may never find them." Air Force spoke up. "One of our IR searches turned up a bogey to the east, on the Minnesota Glacier; but *** "They are not dead." close overflight positively identified it as an Eskimo band. Those dogsled tracks are probably another band The response was faint, almost lost in the hiss of static. Captain Arteria sighed quietly. Staff meetings were that saw the ship come down and mushed over to "Da, we readink, Piranha. Chto khochesh? What always tedious, especially to the worker bees; but even investigate." want?" tedium was better than listening to Shirley Johnson. Redden sucked on his lips and exchanged glances with State Police: "There have been a number of Eskimo "Thank God. Big Momma, it's cold here. We're going to the State Police and Air Force representatives. "Why sightings around here over the last few months. There freeze, all of us. We need heat. Can you give us a do you say that, Johnson?" he asked. was a fight over poaching out by Anamoose. The white microwave spotlight? Have SUNSAT lock one of its folks chased them off." projectors onto our transponder frequency and track us "Ice is a crystal, and crystals focus the life power. Yes, across the ice." yes, I know people have frozen on the Ice in spite of "Eskimos," said Moorkith, rubbing his chin. "Good. that; but all sickness comes from negative thinking. Native Americans live close to nature. They respect the "Skazhite. One moment." Alex waited while Big One must be open to the life-affirming powers of the other lifeforms with which we share this fragile planet. Momma conferred-—probably with the Peace Station crystal." I'm sure they will help us locate the polluting chief and the SUNSAT engineer. Sherrine asked him technocrats." what he was doing and he told her. She and Thor "The aliens are technophiles, pointed out Jheri exchanged glances. Moorkith, the Green representative, and therefore life- The Angels had help, thought Arteria. Someone came denying. However, I agree that they have escaped. up from the south and took them away to the east. "Is that possible?" she asked. "To beam enough Why else would the techno-scientific elite in their Probably not Eskimos, if they came from the south. microwave energy down to keep us from freezing?" artificial worlds have beamed their death rays at the That should be obvious, even to this crowd. So. If not search teams?" Eskimos, who? Given the timing involved, it had to "Sure." have been impromptu. And, if they had been caught-— "There were tracks in the snow," State Police admitted, "It won't be, uh, too much, will it?" "weren't there, Captain Arteria?" People who would risk anything to rescue spacemen, instantly, knowing the government would be searching, Alex grinned. "I'll have them set it for thaw, not bake. "There certainly were." Arteria's voice was a husky too. People who could head straight for the spacecraft Seriously, the beam density is only twenty-three contralto. No sexual clues there, either. Nor clues of without aerial spotters. People who could call down milliwatts per square centimeter at the center of the any sort. Arteria intended to participate as little as power beams from the stations. rectenna farm. I figure if we keep it to a couple of possible in the conference. The Angels weren't any milliwatts, it will take the edge off the cold without threat to the United States, and tracking them down People who thought they could improvise a rescue on cooking us. We'll have to take off whatever rings or was using resources better employed for something the Ice on the spur of the moment and pull it off without jewelry we're wearing, wrap them in cloth maybe pack else. getting caught. them in snow. Belt buckles. Anything metal. Microwaves penetrate meat, wood or plastic, but metal "The tracks came to the spaceship from the south. We Fanac! It had to be fanac. absorbs them. If you kept your ring on, Sherrine, it lost them on the hard ice," State Police continued. "But would probably burn your finger. they were headed toward the interior. There's no chance of finding tracks at night, but come morning Page 30 of 166 Thor grinned. "I'm not sure I'd mind-—if it did cook us." nothing. Engines run at high temperatures anyway. But just as Will stopped his and jumped off into the snow suppose they can't take it? Better than freezing. . . He looked over his shoulder. "Ever since we found that and began stuffing ice in his mouth. Now what? car. When Bruce raised this expedition, it sounded like good fanac. The ultimate sercon. A quick dash onto the After a while, began to feel warm. Was it the "Fillings," Will mumbled. "Gold caps, teef." He settled ice and, back off. They'd be filking about it for microwaves? Or was it only her anxiety? Or just the back on his heels and breathed a sigh of relief. generations." heat from the snowmobile engine? She saw a crevasse that Mike had flagged and steered around it. Cans of "I'm sorry," Alex said. "The calculations must have been Alex made a mental note to find out later what gasohol. What will microwave heat do to those? off slightly." language Thor was speaking. The moon rose, half full, over the eastern horizon, "Can you do something about it?" Will asked. "It's like "The trouble was, we didn't make any contingency creating a startling amount of light on the icy using hot coffee for mouthwash." plans. Heck. We didn't make any plans." Thor grinned. landscape. The crust of snow, reflecting the moonlight, Well, Ghu takes care of idiots, small children, and fen. seemed to glow from within itself. She breathed out Thor rubbed his jaw and agreed. Mike, who had Who knows what the Great Roscoe has in store for us slowly and saw the flickering rainbow of her breath. returned from the point and overheard, grinned. "Makes next?" She was happy. Even if they died here, it had still been me glad I have, plastic fillings. No metal in my mouth." worth the attempt. "Roscoe?" Alex asked, but they didn't hear him. "Me neither," Sherrine agreed. "But I'm glad I'm not Astronauts down. Crashed. She loosened the collar on wearing braces anymore." The others laughed. Alex barely managed to confirm the beam density with her parka. Hunted by the government. What else would the Angels before losing contact completely. They must a trufan have done? Fen loved their bickering and "Very funny," said Doc, chewing on a snowball. Thor have been at the very fringe of the scoopship relay's fannish politics. Pohl and Sykora still wouldn't talk to and Bruce were sucking in cold air. Sherrine winced. range. When he had completed the message, Alex each other; but take a few years off them and they Whenever she did that, it hurt her teeth. sighed and spat out the tongue switch. "Well, that's would both have been here on the Ice together, because it was the right thing to do. Fandom, after all, that, he said. "No good," said Alex, spitting out his communicator was a Way of Life. once more. "Damn thing's hot. I can't raise them. Either "Do you think they got the message?" Sherrine asked. She unzipped her parka. 'Tis a proud and lonely thing we're out of range or the radio finally went kaput." "About the microwaves?" to be a fan. She was glad to be back. When she thought of all the years she had wasted in the "No big deal,' said Doc. "I'll just keep a mouth full of Alex's eyes were dull with exhaustion and the endless snow." He took off his parka. "Meanwhile," he said, "it's "danelaw" . . . acceleration. "I hope so. They're supposed to lock onto a little warm for this." the transponder location and track it all the way to Brandon. We should be warm as toast in a while. If not- "Sherrine?" The layered look, Sherrine reflected as she removed —" Shrugging would be too much effort. "Yes. Alex?" She kept her eye glued on Mike's back her own parka had its advantages. She unstrapped Alex and pulled a blanket off him. Microwaves created As they picked their way across the ice, Sherrine where he broke trail ahead of her. heat by friction. They agitated the molecules of an waited for evidence of microwave warming. She object, penetrating to a certain depth, depending on the worried about their equipment. The sledges contained "Could you take a blanket or two off me?" material. When the microwaves were shut off, the little metal. Her grandfather had made them of wood object continued to heat by conduction to greater poles and hide lashings. The two snowmobiles were She turned around. "What? Oh!" Alex's face was dap depths. She suspected that she would be removing largely fiberglass, but she wondered what microwave with sweat. She realized that she was perspiring another sweater or two as the night went on. heating would do to the metal engines. Probably heavily herself. She brought her snowmobile to a halt Page 31 of 166 "Say," said Mike, "you know what we forgot to bring?" Krumangapik's face was a deep copper, creased into a Mike and Steve looked thoughtfully at the skewers in permanent squint. He had thrown back the hood of his their hands. Sherrine hissed at them. "Not literally! If parka showing straight-cropped black hair. His own gift-giving makes slaves, you have to disparage the Thor gave him a suspicious look. "What?" sledge and dog team waited nearby with his partner gift." They looked relieved and Steve took a bite and and their families. Krumangapik grinned, showing the chewed. "Beach umbrellas. Aluminum beach umbrellas. In case gaps in his teeth. it gets too hot." "It is really very good meat," he said. "Tasty. What is it, He smiled at Bruce and the others. The Angels, he walrus?" Doc studied the snowball in his hand, looked at Mike, wasn't sure of. He kept giving them quick glances from shook his head and stuck the snowball back in his the corners of his eyes. "Dog," said Krumanepik. "But it was a very sick dog," mouth. Sherrine grinned. Mike had a point. Later, they he added hastily. "Mangy. We have lost most of our might wish they had a means of reflecting the He said, "You must not thank for the meat. It is bad team on this journey." microwaves. They laughed and moved on. manners to thank." Steve gave a journeyman grin. "Delicious," he said. Bruce seemed flustered. "I didn't mean to give offense," he said. "Hey, guys," said Bruce. "Don't look now, but we got company." "It is our people's custom to thank for gifts," said Krumangapik's band had intended to camp, but when Sherrine. Bruce told them that he was going to press on to Sherrine looked to the sky. "Oh, God-—" Brandon, they elected to join up. "It is safer to travel Krumangapik did not look at her. Sherrine thought he together," he said. "You carry the warmth with you; and "No," said Bruce. "Not up there. Over here." wasn't sure if she was a woman or not. By his the sooner we get off this wretched ice, the better." standards, she was too thin to be female; but he She looked. Eskimos. evidently had no wish to take chances. Bruce had facial "Get off the Ice?" Steve seemed surprised. "This is your hair and was obvious the leader, so he spoke world isn't it? The land at the top of the world." In retrospect, it was probably something she should exclusively to Bruce. have expected. Eskimos lived on the ice and the ice Mala, the other hunter, laughed and the old man shook was flowing south, so why shouldn't there be Inuit in "We do not give gifts. I know that it is different among Minnesota? She said as much to Mike about the small, the upernatleet; but in this land, no one wishes to be his head. "It is ours because neither the Indians nor the ragged band that had appeared suddenly in the ghost- dependent upon another. 'With gifts you make slaves; whites want it. The legends say that when we first came into this country, many ages ago, it was already light created by the flashlights and the ice-reflected as with whips you make dogs.' " inhabited by those you call Indians. In the white man's stars and moon. Mike shrugged, scratched his beard school, we learned that these folk were called the and dug into his limitless store of miscellany. "Then why," asked Mike, "have you shared your meat?" Athabascans and the Crees. We fought mightily to take the land from them. The grass ran red with their gore. "Maybe," he said. "But the Inuit are a coastal folk. The old inuk seemed puzzled by the question. "You Ah, there were massacres to whet even the wildest Except for the caribou-hunting bands, they don't live have shared your magical heat so that we are all fancy! Even today, to cry! 'Indians!' among the inland. If anything, the Ice should have driven them wonderously warm." His breath made frosty clouds in Greenlanders is enough to throw everyone into a panic; west along the coast into Alaska, not south into the the icy darkness, so Sherrine guessed that warm even though the word has long lost its meaning there. heart of the glacier." depended on what you were used to. "What could I But the Indians were crueler and wiser in the ways of offer in return but these poor scraps of meat. Offal that war than we; and, even though the forests were has been dirtied by the dogsled. I am ashamed to offer spreading north, there was not room in them for both peoples, and we retreated before them. Soon we came it to such excellent guests." Page 32 of 166 to a strange, white land where the Indian would not Bruce swallowed and looked out into the surrounding When Krumangapik and his band began stripping, follow. Life here became a contest with death, but we night. "Where are they now?" Sherrine's jaw dropped. The Eskimos shed their parkas learned that if we followed the proper customs, we and even their undergarments. She noticed that all of could live. Later, we found that Sila had arranged all The old man shrugged. "Somewhere out there. them, hunters and women, wore long johns from Sears. this to harden us against the day of our vengeance. Perhaps they are following us. Or perhaps they have Krumangapik was not the unspoiled savage he liked to Now, the ice is bringing us back again into the land that gone elsewhere." His face closed up and he looked pretend. Soon they were standing in the buff. was ours." The old man scratched his chin and asked away, into the night. in a perfectly matter-of-fact voice, "You have not seen The two women strung a clothesline between two light any Cree, have you?" For a man, one of whose wives had been killed and poles and hung the discarded clothing to it with pins eaten along with his daughter, Sherrine thought made of walrus bone. Sherrine had to admit that the Krumangapik was taking his loss remarkably well. She younger hunter, Mala, was rather well-hung. Naterk, his Sherrine could not be sure whether old Krumangapik wondered if Eskimos felt tragedy differently than other wife, was-—Well, round. She had curves in places was putting them on. By his own admission, he had where other women did not have places. Sherrine saw been to the white schools. He would have learned there folk. Alex and Gordon staring at the woman and turned about the ice ages and about ancient folkways. How away. Sooner or later, she knew, they would run into a much of his tale was genuine Inuit legend and how And the Angels? Alex did not appear shocked at woman who was not a stick; but they did not have to much embellishment to entertain guests? "Why did you Krumangapik's casual attitude. Why not? make such a spectacle of their interest. say it would be safer if we traveled together?" she asked. Krumangapik invited them to air out their own clothing as well. 'Normally, we do this only in the igloo. It is Once again, the old man spoke to Bruce and not to her. Bruce let the Eskimos take the point. They knew more usually not warm enough outside. But with this It was irritating. "Because of the cannibals," said about traveling on the Ice and would be more aware of wonderful heat-—" He raised his arms and turned Krumangapik. dangerous conditions, especially in the dark. Sherrine slowly, as if basking in the sun on Miami Beach. thought Bruce was more than a little glad to have Even Mike was speechless. someone else shoulder the responsibility for a while. "Aren't you even a little chilly?" she asked. Now and then he consulted the transponder and sent "Cannibals?" asked Bruce in a strained voice. word to Krumangapik to alter course. The old Eskimo never revealed what he thought of these directions; but Krumangapik grinned his gap-toothed grin again. Sherrine suspected that if he ever disagreed with them, "Better to be chilly," he quote "and also be alone inside "Yes. Two hunters named Minik and Mattak who one's clothing." accompanied us at first from Baffinland. They were the he and his band would simply strike out on their own. strongest, so they always took bigger portions of the Then she noticed that the women were picking through food than they were entitled to. Every day as we Two hours later, they stopped again to shed clothes. the furs for lice. It figured. There wouldn't be too many crossed the ice they grew more savage. Several days The heat, mild as it was, was working its way through opportunities to change on the glacier. They must ago, while we were hunting, Minik and Mattak returned their bodies. Sherrine tried to balance the heat and the spend a great many days wearing the same clothes. to the camp and attacked the women and children. clothing against the windchill and found, much to her Oomiliak, my son, fought well and lost an eye." He put surprise, that she was dressed for a walk on a brisk an arm around a small boy with an empty eyesocket spring day. Sherrine looked at Thor, who looked at Mike, who who stood beside him. "But his sister and mother were looked at Steve, who looked at Doc, who looked at stabbed to death and dragged away to be eaten. When We're in the heart of the Minnesota glacier, she Bruce. No one moved. Then Steve grinned and pulled Mala and I returned to camp and learned what had thought, and I'm dressed lighter than in my own home. his sweater over his head. He cried, "Gentlebeings and happened, we tried to take vengeance, but the dogs sapients all, how can you resist? How often do you get If only there were more SUNSATs in orbit. were too weak to chase them across the ice." a chance to sunbathe on a glacier?" Page 33 of 166 They stripped down practically to the buff. Sherrine and * * * "Sir, I can't imagine." Doc both drew the line at shucking their underwear. Lieutenant Gil Magruder studied the shapes dancing in Magruder turned off the spotlight and banked the Thor and Steve did not; but looking at them they the spotlight below. There were two sleds piled high copter away to the west. "Nothing, Sergeant. I think we seemed less a pair of naked males than a pair of Greek with clothing and blankets. Nestled in the clothing, he saw absolutely nothing at all." statues, one in ivory, one in ebony. Nude, not naked. saw two naked corpses, long dead of starvation by the Naterk kept throwing glances at them, like she was looks of them. Cavorting around them in some sort of *** inspecting livestock. Thor gave her a look back and ran ritualistic dance were a dozen naked and near naked his fingers through his beard. men and women, including at least two children. When The General Mills station at Brandon was a gleaming the light hit them, they froze in place and stared up at beacon in the dark for the last few miles of the trip. Alex the helicopter. Magruder pivoted the copter, keeping "Don't even think it," Mike told him. sighed. The madcap trip across the Ice was nearly the beam centered. over. Sherrine drove the snowmobile down the state highway toward the station, where Alex saw a man-— Thor raised his eyebrows and leered. "Think what?" "Sergeant. What do you see down there?" presumably Bob Needleton-—sitting in a lawn chair reading a magazine beside a blazing fire he had built in You know. Adultery is the major cause of murders among Eskimos. He jerked his head at Mala, who had Staff Sergeant Emil Poulenc looked and swallowed his an oil drum. When he heard them coming, he folded gum. "It looks like some kind of funeral, sir," he said in the magazine and stood up. watched the byplay with no expression. a Louisiana drawl. "Those are Eskimos, aren't they? But-—" "It's about time you got here," he said. If he thought "All the cartoons-—" there was something extraordinary about a procession "But they're naked, aren't they, Sergeant. They're on of naked people coming off the glacier, he did not say. "This isn't the suburbs. They don't give gifts, the Ice at thirty below and they're naked." Instead he gave directions for loading the van. remember? Wife-swapping is the way they seal bargains. If Mala makes the offer-—and remember that he has to make the offer-—then you have to help him "Well, that lady there, she has a brassiere and panties Alex and Gordon were trundled into the back of the van when he goes hunting. Either that or you have to offer on." and laid out flat on a pair of old mattresses. The last sight Alex saw before they slid the door closed was a him your wife." bunch of naked Eskimos dancing around the blazing oil Magruder gave him a stare. drum. It was probably a measure of how accustomed Sherrine was arranging Alex atop a pile of discarded he had already become to Earth, that the sight seemed clothing. Alex was trying to smile hard enough to mask "I mean, she's not completely naked." Poulenc's voice perfectly natural. So far, all the Earthlings he had met the winces caused by the pain in his ribs. She pulled sounded wistful. had behaved oddly. the strap snug, but not tight. "Sergeant, what possible difference can a pair of pink Maybe gravity pulled blood from the brain . . . "Thor," she said, "don't even think it." And she whipped panties make at thirty degrees below zero?" around with a snowball in her hand and blasted him on Bob climbed into the pilot's seat. "That's that," he said. the chest. Poulenc scratched his chin. "Well, sir, since you put it "Sherrine, honey, your grandparents stayed behind in that way." Mapleton just in case you managed to get back there Then all fandom was plunged into war. Even the after all. As soon as we find a working telephone we'll Eskimos joined in. It was such a relief to know that they Magruder stared at the group on the ground. "HQ ain't call and tell them you're okay and where to find their would not freeze! Sherrine wondered if she might even never gonna believe this," he muttered. He equipment. Your pal Krumangapik agreed to wait here get a tan out of it. She was laughing and dancing and straightened and adjusted the rotor. "You know what I until they came by, if I would let him have the fire I built dodging snowballs when the spotlight from the think we saw, Sergeant?" helicopter caught them dead center. Page 34 of 166 in the oil drum." He started the engine. "I guess that hand on Alex's stomach. "Make your stomach go in and anyway. Chuck Umber believed it. He'd seen takes care of everything." out, not your chest." conventions, like Nolacon in New Orleans, where the committee's disappearance would have saved the "Not quite everything," Alex said. "It's going to get cold. Steve wasn't kidding. Alex looked at Gordon and convention. But he didn't believe that this committee We told SUNSAT to turn off the beam when we got to Gordon looked at him and he shrugged with his could hide in a crowd of less than sixty! Brandon." eyebrows. Didn't everyone breathe from their stomachs? He studied the Earthlings surrounding him The Con was ready to go. Fans had been arriving for "Sigh," Thor said. "I suppose we'd be too easy to locate and, yes, it was indeed their chests that rose and fell. several days and the official program had already He watched Sherrine's chest more closely, just to make started . . . but Bruce Hyde and the rest of the Con if we kept it. But it was nice to be warm." sure. Maybe their rib muscles were better developed. Committee seemed to have vanished into thin air, all There was a mad scramble in the back of the van as Gravity again, he supposed. but one or two and they weren't talking. Something was up . . . and even Crazy Eddie seemed to be in on it. everyone hastened to don clothes. Conditions were crowded with seven people in the back of the van. Alex "That's very good!" Steve seemed genuinely surprised didn't mind the occasional elbow or knee as the others and delighted. "Now I want you to breath using only Chuck Umber had published fandom's most successful pulled on sweaters and pants, because their body heat your left nostril." news magazine for more than twenty years, in formats growing gradually more cryptic and secretive for an warmed the place nicely. He supposed that was how Krumangapik and his friends could sit around naked in He still wasn't kidding. Alex looked around the van, but audience growing gradually smaller. He'd always kept a house made of snow bricks. Besides, Sherrine took Mike and Sherrine and even Doc Waxman showed no secrets that had to be kept. He smuggled copies of reaction to Steve's bizarre request; and Thor was trying Hocus to closet fans with mundane jobs. He knew were charge of dressing him, and he rather enjoyed it. Thor hid out. to follow his directions. *** "Come on," Steve said in an encouraging voice. He was even pretty sure he knew where the Oregon Ghost was hiding. What kind of secret was it that Alex relaxed to the rhythm of the van over the highway. "Practice along with me. In through the left nostril. Out Edward Two Bats could be trusted with it and Chuck He closed his eyes. The rescue was over. For the first through the mouth." When he breathed out he chanted, Umber couldn't? time since he'd seen the missile on the radar, he knew "Om mane padme om." he would live for one more day. Hot damn! thought Alex. We're in the hands of crazy He stalked down the first-floor hallway of the Fielding Mansion, counting the doors as he went. Crazy Eddie A couple miles farther on, he felt a hand shake his people. He had never felt safer. had said to try the third door on the right in the west shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw Steve's dark wing. Ordinarily he rated Crazy Eddies reliability as no face above him. better than that of a network newsreader; but so far he was the only person who allowed as how he might Steve grinned. "It's too close in here to run through any CHAPTER SIX have seen Bruce Hyde around the mansion. asanas; and you're not up to it physically yet. So let's begin your conditioning with some pranayama. I want " . . . . A Way of Life" He opened the third door and stepped inside. "Bruce?" you to practice breathing." A semicircle of femmefans twisted in their chairs to Alex wondered what it was that his lungs had been stare at him. They were variously dressed in gossamer doing all his life. "I already know how to breathe," he Where in hell was the Con Committee? robes and chain mail bikinis, a sight in which he might told him. ordinarily have shown more interest. Instead, he looked Tradition told that a convention committee could win left and right around the room. He stuck his goatee out. "I don't want you to breathe from your diaphragm. I the bid and then vanish. The Worldcon would happen "Is Bruce Hyde here?" want you to breathe from your little potbelly." He set his Page 35 of 166 The panel moderator, with her short-cropped hair and times on the door beside him. Crazy Eddie stuck his More than three people can't keep a secret for very 15th century breast-and-back plate armor, looked like head out. long." Joan of Arc as played by Ingrid Bergman. She shook her head. "You want the Con Suite I think it's on the Edward Two Bats was a lean, hawk-faced old man, at Fang sighed. "There's ten of us already." third floor, south wing. This is a panel on medieval and least part Indian-—although from what tribe he had barbarian costuming. You're welcome to join us, if you never said. He had been writing science fiction forever, *** want." and movie scripts before that. He wore a allow nylon~jacket and a red bandanna tied around one leg Chuck Umber stepped aside to let the tall, lanky "Uh, no, thank you." Chuck apologized for interrupting. just above the knee. His beard was stringy like a femmefan past. She pushed a wheelchair bearing an He was revising his estimate of Crazy Eddie's reliability. Chinese mandarin's. even more gaunt-looking fan, a thin young man with a vaguely Swedish look. Chuck wondered briefly if the When he left the room he noticed Fang lounging His voice was gentle. "Where d you send him?" poor kid had myasthenia gravis, like Waldo in Heinlein's against the opposite wall of the corridor. Five-eleven, story. Then he looked again at the femme and muscular, tough as old leather, Fang was batting a "Library. North wing." wondered if they were brother and sister. Who was rubber ball tethered to a wooden paddle. He wore a she? small propeller beanie on his head. Crazy Eddie ran his hand across his jaw. He had odd hands. The fingers were bigger at the tips than at the He searched through the back of his mind. Ah. A knuckles. "Good," he said. "Good. Who's waiting up computer programmer, hiding out, gafiated years ago, even dropped her subscription to Hocus. He'd there?" At last, Chuck thought. Someone reliable. "Fang!" remember her name presently. "Rowland Shew." "Hey, Chuck." The ball was a blur of motion. Fang As he turned to continue his mission, his arm was frowned at it in concentration. grasped by Chuck. a thin man with long, wild brown Eddie gave Fang a sham look. "You didn't tell Shew hair. about this, did you. He isn't very reliable." "Have you seen anybody on the Con Committee?" "Hi, Chuck. I'm Anthony J. Horowitz the Third," the man Fang shrugged. "He's kept Throop hidden for donkey's said. "Remember me? I I've got two books out on the "Saw Crazy Eddie." years . . . I didn't tell him anything. Too many in on it samizdat network. My latest is a volume of critical already. Shew's helping out because Chuck gave him a essays, Vampire Unicorns from Planet Thraxisp. And I Arrgh. "How about Bruce? He's the Chair. He's gotta be bad review once." have a novel, Living lnside. About the first spaceship to around someplace." Venus. Would you like to interview me for Hocus? I do Crazy Eddie gazed toward the stairwell. "How long can wonderful interviews. And I did Trash World. It's the "Think I saw him. North wing. Second floor." Fang we keep this going?" ultimate synthesis between science fiction, cyberpunk, missed a swat on his paddle and the tether ball and horror." Zigzagged crazily. He fumbled with it for a moment, "Not much longer. You know how sharp this crowd is. I then tucked paddle and ball into the back pocket of his feel bad about giving Chuck the runaround. He should The book or the interviews? Chuck shook his head. jeans. "Library? Yeah, the library. I'm sure that was be in on it." "Not now, Tony. I don't have time." him." Eddie clapped him on the shoulder. "Sure, he should. Horowitz said, not too forcefully, "Anthony, please. I "Thanks, Fang. I owe you one." Chuck turned and And Wade Curtis and Dick Wolfson and 3MJ and gave up trying to write as Tony . . ." strode off toward the stairwell. Fang watched him walk everyone else, including fen who couldn't make it to the out of sight. When Chuck was gone, Fang rapped three con. It's just until the committee decides what to do. Page 36 of 166 Umber left Horowitz and entered the foyer by the main been like in its glory days, when everything was out, "Yeah. It reminds me of a scaled down Noreascon III. entrance. The foyer had a floor of Mexican tile and was when you couldn't look anywhere without seeing Remember that one? Seven thousand fen rattling brightly lit through the tall windows that flanked the front another marvel. Original paintings. Movie posters for around a convention center bigger than the Ringworld." door. A great crystal chandelier hung from the two-story long-forgotten B pictures. The little paperweight made He extended his hand to the man in the wheelchair. "Hi. from one of George Pal's models for War of the Worlds. I'm Chuck Umber. I publish Hocus." cathedral ceiling. A three-foot model of the space shuttle hung from the chandelier, and below that, an The Lensman costume. George Pal's pen. antique tin Buck Rogers spaceship. Chuck smiled when "Gabe," said the other. "Gabe dell'Angelo." he saw that touch. Sometimes dreams did come true. If And once-—once Chuck had seen the original you made them. typewritten manuscript for Fahrenheit 451. That would Gabe's arm was coming up in a help less jerky wobble. be well hidden now! He looked around, but they hadn't Chuck dropped his own hand. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't put out the movie poster. Too dangerous-—but Three hallways branched off into the three wings of the know-—" He coughed to hide his embarrassment. "Er. . mansion and a grand staircase curved up to the sometime over the weekend they'd certainly show the . dell'Angelo, you say. You don't look Italian." In fact, balcony on the second floor. No question about it, film. Could that be the big secret? But nobody would this Gabe looked kind of Swedish, despite the dark Chuck thought, the Tre-house was a fantastic place. cause Chuck to miss that. Chuck was Heinlein's hair. Gaunt and thin, with prominent facial bones. Like Stranger in a Strange Land! He had two-thirds of the Max von Sydow without the beard. "Where are you book memorized perfectly, and could recite most of the Without Tremont J. Fielding-—3MJ as he was known to from?" rest. all trufans-—and his sprawling mansion, Minicon might not have come off at all. A public venue was naturally "I came here from North Dakota." out of the question; and very few fen owned homes In that far corner had been the original Gort robot from The Day the Earth Stood Still. A tyrannosaur model large enough to house even a small con. Chuck That explained the Swede look, Chuck thought. A lot of marvelled, as he often did, that the Fantasy Fund had from King Kong was there now. There had been so Scandinavians had settled the upper Midwest. "I saw much. Now-—now they did their best, but the walls and ever had enough equity to help buy this place. It didn't another guy in a wheelchair a few minutes ado. hurt that 3MJ had inherited some money. Maybe a lot alcoves seemed empty and forlorn. Younger. Looked enough like you to be your brother." of money. And Thor was coming down the east wing, pushing a Gabe looked uncomfortable. He seemed to be The Tre-house often served as a station on the wheelchair. Another crippled stranger. What was going breathin&, funny. "That was Rafe. We were in a flying Underground Fanway. It was stuffed with SF and on? accident." fantasy memorabilia, usually hidden in secret vaults in the sub-basement, but they'd brought out a lot of it for Hey, Thor!" Chuck moved to intercept them. "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." the Con. The walls were hung with paintings: the usual ones of dryads and wood elves and other fantasy Thor froze in mid-stride. "Hi, Chuck." Gabe shrugged philosophically. "With a little therapy, scenes, but now many of them sported a second they tell me we should be up and walking in no time." picture hung to cover the First. There were prints of old Astounding covers, suns and starwisp nebulas in wild "Where have you been?" colors spaceships, men in fishbowl helmets and women Chuck nodded. "That's good. So, you're a friend of in brass brassieres menaced by bugeyed monsters. It A blank look. "Here and there." Thor's, are you? I haven't seen you around before. At was so beautiful Chuck wanted to cry. cons, I mean. Fandom is a small world these days." "Haven't seen you." Much of the mansions treasure had been reduced to "It seems like a big world to me. I just dropped in holograms. Without a projector, they were not A shrug. "You know how it is. The Tre-house is a big recently." incriminating. What was on display here were prints; place." but Chuck knew that Tremont would never have thrown away the originals. He remembered what the place had Page 37 of 166 A neofan, then. Chuck grinned and gestured broadly. choose what suits one particular clique or literary style. * * * "And how do you like things so far?" His whole life is dedicated to SF." Alex watched Chuck climb the stairs. "Can't we trust "Everything is very heavy." Thor nodded agreement. "Maybe we'll have time to him?" he asked Thor. The roly-poly man looked like a look at some of the collection." His grin faded. "Hope baby-faced Mephistopheles, complete with goatee; but Chuck laughed. "Sercon," he explained. " 'Serious and you don't have to, though." he had seemed pleasant enough. constructive activities.' Not 'heavy.' You'll have to learn the language if you're going to stay with us. Don't "Uh?" Gabe grunted. "Sure, we can trust him," said Thor. "But it's one more risk. He runs Hocus Pocus, the biggest fanzine around. worry. You'll find plenty to entertain you. Not every fan activity is sercon." Chuck looked the question at Thor. "Vaults. Hidden places," Thor said. "High tech priest The authorities tolerate it because it's focused on Is this guy all right? There had been a time when holes." fantasy, but Chuck manages to slip in some good old, fandom had few secrets, but no more. Can we trust technophile SF propaganda now and then." him? These guys must be as hot as Thor! Wish I"-—Chuck suppressed his curiosity. It was hard to remember that "So, he's on our side, is he?" "Gabe and his brother haven't been able to get to there were some things he really didn't need to know. cons," Thor said. "Too close to high tech. But they've He knew he'd never tell, but-— Thor twisted a strand of his beard around his finger. "As lived in the future." much as anybody here. But you guys are Big News, If the Feds could declare you homeless, they could and the Library Advisory Boards all read Hocus. Thor's Chuck smiled. Thor was an undergrounder. Thor knew help you. Help included all kinds of things: face turned ugly. "I don't know how they get copies. a lot of people who couldn't let fan sympathies show. psychotherapy, drugs, electrical brain stimulus. Chuck Somebody sold out. But the fewer who know, the And dell' Angelo wouldn't be their real names, either. had seen Henry Stiren after the Department of Welfare better. That minimizes the risk. Not Just to us but to "You've known them a long time, then?" caught him hitchhiking with a half-done manuscript in Chuck Umber." He chuckled. "One day he'll realize that his day pack. He'd been a hell of a promising writer you answered his every question literally and kick before they helped him. Now he read what he'd once himself." It was Thor's turn to grin. "Long enough." written and asked people if they liked it, and when they "Great." He put his hand on Gabe's shoulder. "Really said they did, he cried. "What did he mean by the 'Imagi-Nation'?" good to meet you. Have you met 3MJ yet?" Chuck shuddered. "Well, I hope you don't have to see Thor released the brake on the wheelchair. "The Gabe looked puzzled. "Not yet. Thor told me that this is it, but if you do get a chance to visit the collection, you'll danelaw is where the mundanes rule. Downers, you see cyberpunk next to space opera; hard core next to called them. The Imagi-Nation is us." his house." New Wave. Science fiction, fantasy and horror. This is as close to its 'national archives' as the Imagi-Nation "I see." A small group, persecuted by its government, "We call it the Tre-house. Wait'll you see his collection. comes. Thor, have you seen Bruce Hyde around forced to hide its treasures and meet in secret. Movie posters. Props. Costumes. Books. Original anywhere?" Arguably crazy, every one of them he'd seen, except manuscripts. You know what 3MJ's greatest attribute for Sherrine. And they had risked everything, all their is? He's got no taste at all." Thor stroked his beard. "Not lately. But I'm sure he's treasures, to rescue him from the Ice. It would hardly around someplace." be polite to let them know that they were Downers, too. The man in the wheelchair blinked his eyes rapidly and said, like a good straight man, "That's good?" "Then I better be going. Someone thought he saw him Alex said, "I'm starting to realize what Mary meant." upstairs in the library. Glad to have met you, Gabe." He "Yes." Chuck waved an arm down the hallway. "See, patted the invalid on the shoulder. "Not many neofans "Eh?" he saves anything and everything. He doesn't pick and drop in on us these days." And he hurried off. Page 38 of 166 "Mission control told us we had strange friends on foyer from the west wing. They were pushing a large The women were not grotesquely fat; but they may Earth." cardboard carton on a handcart. Inside the carton sat a have massed as much as 60 kilos each. Parts of them burly, bearded man wearing a snorkle. He was bulged and hung in unusual ways. Gravity, he grinnning while the others poured styrofoam packing supposed. Their breasts and hips were nearly as "None stranger," Thor agreed. chips into the carton, chanting, "Kill Seth! Kill Seth!" rounded as those of the Eskimo women. They needed special clothing to hold their breasts in place. Some "Now I see what you're up against. It's like David facing The parade circled the base of the staircase, flowing wore their hair so long that it hung to their waists in Goliath." around both sides of the wheelchair, and disappeared back. down the east wing. Silence descended. Alex had Thor grunted, disparagingly. "Big deal. Remember who trouble finding his voice for several seconds. Finally, he Only one, a woman dressed in armor, wore hers won that fight?" croaked, "Er, Thor?" sensibly short. In fact, if he pretended the armor was a space suit, she looked halfway normal. All in all, he "But why-—" He wanted to ask, why would someone admitted, Earth women did have a vague, exotic "Hmm?" like Sherrine do it? These others he could understand. appeal. But true beauties like Sherrine were apparently Thor, running away, looking for some way to hit back. rare down in the Well. He turned around and looked at the Nordic god. "What The others, some losers, none of them ding anything was that?" important-—but Sherrine with her looks and brains "I'm sorry," Sherrine told the costumers. "There's been could do anything. He couldn't say any of that. "Why do a program change. Didn't you get the update? All you do it?" Thor checked his watch. "They must be getting ready costuming panels have been moved to the north wing, for the book auction. Hunh. I didn't think they'd third floor." scheduled it this early in the program." Thor shrugged his massive shoulders. What else can we do? We believe in the future. We don't turn our "Third floor! No, we weren't told," the panel leader said. backs on it, like the 'danes, and pretend that everything "Book auction? Who were those lunatics?" "How disorganized is this Con Committee an anyway? will always be the way it is today. Have you ever read People have been looking for them all day. If they're science fiction?" They turned right, into the north wing. Thor said, "No no hiding, I don't blame them!" no. Lunarians. A New York fan club. They raffle off Alex shook his head. "A little." books at the auction. Seth always wins, so now they kill "I'm sorry," Sherrine said again. She pointed to Gordon him at every con so he can't buy any tickets. Last year, and Alex. "It's a question of handicapped access. If "Well, you can see it in our stories. Mainstream they made him 'The Wicker Man.' " you'd like to help keep the programming on course, I'll literature is about Being. For character studies, it's pass your names on to Ops-—" probably the best genre around; but nothing happens, Alex didn't ask him what "The Wicker Man" was. He nothing changes. Imaginative literature is about Doing. wasn't sure he wanted to know. "No thanks. We didn't come here to run errands for About making the future, not just bemoaning it. We'll all Bruce Hyde and his elitist gang." The costumers be living in the future by and by. Some of us like to gathered themselves together and left in a billow of scout ahead." robes. When they arrived at the meeting room, Alex saw "You make it sound like more than just a hobby." Sherrine evicting a group of young women dressed in They settled into the meeting room and waited. The outlandish robes and armor. "Costumers," Thor told others dribbled in by ones and twos. Eve one behaved "FIAWOL. Fandom is a way of life." him, "preparing for the Masquerade." Neither the fabric so furtively that Alex was sure they would draw nor the chain mail concealed very much and he noticed attention to themselves. Bruce arrived grinning. "This is Alex opened his mouth to say something, but at that Gordon staring at the women with considerable the one room," he announced, "where Chuck won't look moment a small crowd of people emerged into the interest. Alex stared, too. for us." Page 39 of 166 'That's silly," said Thor. "I'll lend them the ten bucks." then, but nobody made an issue of it. Alex made a Soon most of the rescue party was present. Doc whispered comment to Sherrine. (Sherrine told him) was a costumer himself and was busy on one of the panels; and Bob had to make a "We could DUFF them," Bruce suggested. "Plenty of guest appearance at his mundane job at the University. money in the Down Under Fan Fund. "Bruce is food at this." Two strangers had joined them; Sherrine introduced them as Fang and Crazy Eddie. Fang shook his head. "No, that's to help Australians She said, Bruce is SMOF-Three." come to Worldcon. You guys aren't Australians, are Bruce rapped his chair arm with his knuckles. "Let's get you?" "A what?" this show on the road. First order of business is: What do we do with our guests, now that they are here?" Gordon looked bewildered. Alex shook his head. "A SMOF is a Secret Master of Fandom. Fen are a quirky and individual bunch and there aren't many who Fang tilted his head back. "Excuse me, Bruce; but let's Mike tried to look serious. "Well, but at the moment can handle them. Bruce is one. Benjamin Orange is follow form. I'm Con-Guest-of-Honor Chair, so I'd better another. Thank goodness he isn't here. Could you they are Down Under." lead this discussion." imagine two SMOFs at one con?" This announcement was greeted with respectful "Find your egoboo on your own time," said Bruce. "The silence. Bruce nodded his head slowly. "I like it. I like Incredibly enough, he could. My God, he thought. I Con Committee rescued the Angels; so the Con it." He rapped the arm of his chair. "They are officially actually understood her. Committee is in charge." the DUFF members of this convention. As Con Chair, I so rule." Crazy Eddie frowned. He turned to Fang. "Besides, the Angels aren't Guests of Honor, so your subcommittee's Three people spoke at once. "You can't do that! We "The first order of business," said Bruce for the fourth jurisdiction-—" have to take a vote." time in an hour, "is what do we do with the Angels." "Sure they're GoH's," Mike interjected. "Who could be Alex sighed and closed his eyes. Do they ever settle Alex seized the opportunity. "Now that we re members more honored at a Worldcon than a pair of spacemen? anything? He breathed in through his left nostril and out of this committee-—" And they are our guests, Ergo: Guests of Honor." through-his right. It didn't help, but he was fascinated to learn he could do it, and it seemed at least as Fang cut him off. "Only of the Convention, not the "Spoken like a faaan, said Edward Two Bats. "Can't constructive as anything he was watching. committee. But of course as guests you can-—" you understand? This is big. Bigger than Worldcon." "Look," Crazy Eddie said, "this is serious!" "This is serious," Crazy Eddie protested. His big eyes His eyes lit up, as if he had had a vision of the Holy were nearly filled with tears. "Can't you understand Grail. There was a moment of hushed silence. And yet-—things were being settled. It was always a that?" pleasure to watch a master craftsman at his job. Alex Alex spoke into it. "Excuse me. Do Gordon and I have began to enjoy the way Bruce ran the meeting. Bruce "You have a suggestion?" Bruce prompted. any say in this?" played the committee the way a jazzman played his sax. Alex looked around helplessly. I guess not. We can't No, Fang replied after a moment's thought. "You aren't really do anything for ourselves until we can move convention members. You don't get a vote." He played Mike and Fang against Eddie Two Bats and around better." against each other. He worked subtly and indirectly, "Say, that's right," said Mike. "They haven't paid the only rarely resorting to direct action. Bruce ran the "Steve's helping them," Sherrine said. "Teaching them membership fee." show. Crazy Eddie tended to forget this every now and asanas. For older people." Page 40 of 166 Bruce made a whistle of his fingers. Into the silence "Eddie-—" "Appropriate," Alex said. "We feel old." that followed he asked, "What do you mean? The It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three-—" Angels won't come to get you?" "I'm a novelist, damn it! I'm not sure I ever met a hero Gordon said. before. Gordon?" Alex looked around the circle of faces. Angels. A sulky "Lousy fielding average," Mike said. "No long gray adolescent stilyagin and a construction worker who "Flare time," Gordon said. "Solar flares expand can't go Out anymore. Maybe I should have said to hell atmosphere. Mir became unstable. Major MacLeod beards, either." with it, work EVA until my brains pour out through my brought a crew from Freedom . . ." He sensed nose. Why not? incomprehension in the background murmur and the "You have read it!" Gordon exclaimed. "Coleridge and twisted frowns. "I start over. Pushkin, no one reads any more. You have-—" "It's impossible," he said. "Flare on the sun. Too much energy floods day side of Bruce bellowed, "QUIET!" For an instant the room was Sherrine nodded again, a tiny movement. "I thought so. Earth. Top of air becomes hot. Atmosphere inflates like shocked silent. Jesus, I'm sorry." vast balloon, reaches far into space, wraps ghostly tendrils around Mir. Mir Space Station, made to fall free "What's the problem anyway?" Thor asked. "We just through vacuum, begins to slow and drift closer to keep them hidden until the other Angels send a ship. "But you're space pilots," Crazy Eddie said. "They need Earth. you-—" Then we whisk them off to the rendezvous." "Major MacLeod brought a crew from Freedom. They "Well, sure," said Steve. "But how do we keep them Gordon laughed. Everyone looked at him. "What's attached booster rockets to lift Mir to higher orbit hidden? And where? Here in Minneapolis? What if the funny?" Fang demanded. without disruption. With Mir safe, he had to return to pickup ship has to land in Arizona? Can we get them bolt rockets onto Freedom, because Freedom was there in time?" "Alex is hero. They would come for him, but there is no dangered, too. His suit blew out. Had to patch it and way." use it again. Pressure suit, it must fit more closely than Alex glanced at Gordon, who bit his lip and lowered his wife. Cannot borrow someone else's." Alex choked eyes. No point putting this he thought. He took a deep "They don't need me," Alex said. "And it doesn't matter back a laugh. Gordon never noticed. "Once, twice, five breath-from the stoma and through the left nostril. anyway. There is no way for them to come get us." times his suit spewed air. One can live through that, but "There won't be a pickup ship," he told the committee. not many times. "Coming down is no problem," Mike said. His voice lost Sherrine nodded to herself. Bruce's expression didn't the bantering tone. "Going back up-—" "Now he cannot go outside again. Alex MacLeod change. cannot live in vacuum, even short time will kill him." "Exactly," Alex said. "Going back up. We don't have "Why not?" Fang demanded. any ships that will land and take off again. We never "But you flew the scoopship!" did." "They won't come down the Well." "Dipping takes a good pilot," Alex said. "I'm that. Paint Sherrine was looking at him strangely. "You knew it all stripes on a brick, I can fly it." He liked the look that Everyone spoke at once. "Gravity well, Earth is deep in along." Sherrine gave him. But-— "Dipping wants an it." "Niven's Belters called planets 'holes."' "Come off it, expendable pilot. I'm that, too. Look, everyone knew we they'll come, these are ANGELS'!' "I knew we needed "There here never was a time to tell you." might not come back." contingency plans-—" "Why is Alex a hero?" Edward Two Bats demanded. "So you're here for the duration," Bruce said. Page 41 of 166 "Looks that way." Mike said, "First thing you need is Social Security and "He's not coming," Bruce said. "Thinks he's being driver's license." watched." Everyone was quiet. Alex looked from face to face. It was beginning to sink in: This wasn't just a short jaunt. Gordon looked puzzled. "Driver license? For what, "It's important we don't give him away," Crazy Eddie These . . . fans hadn't signed on for a long haul. Pretty mass driver? Disk drive?" said. soon the novelty would wear off. Some already had second thoughts. And I can't blame them. Mike sighed. "Never mind." "So we make do until then," Fang said. Sherrine put her hand on his arm. "So you volunteered "Identity papers," Alex said. "Tricky, though," Thor said. knowing it might be one way." "Why do we need identity papers?" Gordon asked. "We "What is this Eye Dee?" Gordon asked. "May I see?" He shook his head. "No, this is the first time like this. are all droogs here, no?" Usually nothing happens to dippers." Fang took out a driver's license and handed it to him. How they knew that "droog" meant "friend," Alex Gordon looked at it carefully, turning it over and over in "Except sometimes they don't come back," Mike said. couldn't guess; but Mike actually, smiled. "Sure, we're his hands. He read the form on the back. "It says here "Yeah, I can see it." all droogs," he said. "Illegal droogs." consent to have organs recycled. You can refuse, then? Very rich place." He held the card up to the light. Sherrine hugged them, first Alex, then Gordon. "You need an ID," said Thor, "because 'the Land of the "Does not look difficult if you have photograph. You do "Orphans of creation," she said. "At least you're stuck Free and the Home of the Brave' has become 'the Land not have scanner and laser printer?" among friends." Steve put a hand on each of their of the Fee and the Home of the Slave.' " shoulders and squeezed gently but didn't say anything. "No, we have those," Mike said. "Just making a card Alex could feel the impression of Sherrine's ribs an isn't the problem. Everything's cross-linked now. If we "Do you have ID?" Alex asked him. cheekbones where she had pressed against him. make a bogus drivers license for Alex or Gordon, the Careful, he cautioned himself. Sherri is Bob's girl, like IRS computer looks into the DMV computer and Mary was Lonny's. Like borrowing another man's space He smiled. "Sure. Three or four." wonders why they never paid taxes before." He looked suit. Look where it got you. at Alex. "Phony?" Bruce looked thoughtful. "This changes things." "But it can be done," Bruce said. "Just not easy "Free enterprise. They're the best kind." anymore." "Sure does," Crazy Eddie said. "Sherrine?" Bruce asked. Alex frowned. "Computers are high technology. I thought everyone down here-—except you-—I thought "Look, I don't blame you," Alex started to say. "Risky. It was easier when I set things up for Thor. Now most Downers hated technology." Bruce cut him off. "We'll have to find you both a niche they have programs to watch for hackers." here on Earth. Not going to be easy on you. We all Thor laughed. "They hate it all right. Computers, too. "You probably wrote them," Steve said. read Heinlein's story." But they still use them." " 'It's Great to Be Back,' " Sherrine said. "Yes. It must "Well, Ted Marshall and I worked on the Bytehound "For themselves," Steve said. "They don't like others be that way. Living among the stars and then stranded program, and we left a backdoor in, so I can probably having them." manage it-—Sure. We can do it, maybe, but it's going on Earth." to take some time at my terminal and I have to get hold "Is illegal to own computer?" Gordon frowned. of Ted." Page 42 of 166 "How do-—how can people read what you write? Like defunct aerospace centers. I say we take the Angels "That was Flash. Flash couldn't resist letting his friends poetry? Stories?" there." know what he did. So I'm more careful, that's all," Sherrine said. "It's illegal to own an unlicensed computer," Sherrine There were nods of agreement. "Makes sense," said said. "But there are a lot of licensed ones, and-—well, Steve. "Angels would be welcomed there. Some "No, we can't let you risk that," Alex said. " I mean-—" the licensing laws are hard to enforce. So there are places." networks, and some private boards " "Work underground, off books," Mike said. "Great. "That's right, you still live down there," Fang said. "Do What can you do?" ""There are still publishers," Bruce said. "A few good you ever get to the Denny's on-—" books get out. And like Sherrine says, there are private Alex grunted. "I fly spaceships." boards-—" Bruce tapped his ring on the desk. "Edward Two Bats has the floor." Bruce grinned. "Right. We'll send out your resume. But "Boards?" what did you do between flights?" "I bet it would work!" Sherrine said. "Computer bulletin boards," Thor said. "I write poetry," Gordon said. "I would like to write Crazy Eddie nodded vigorously. "Damned straight! science fiction." "People exchange files. Not so common as they used Then, after building our strength, we stage a coup! to be, now that the phone system keeps crashing. But Take over in Sacramento, install the Angels as "So would everyone here," Steve said. "Do you know FAPA is still going," Sherrine said. symbolic governors, and devote the State's resources how many people make a living writing science fiction? to building a space shuttle to take them home again." There weren't thirty in the whole country, at peak. Now, "I was in line for full membership in the Cult until I had none." to drop for missing deadlines," Fang said. "But Bruce "So the question is how to get them to California," is-—" Bruce said. "There's Harry Bean-—" someone said. And disks are harder to get," Mike said. "But I still "The Angels have to go underground," Fang said. "He's a whore. He writes for the Greens," Bruce said. manage to publish File 880. . . " "Work off the books. Doesn't pay so well as out front, "Odd jobs. Alex? What can you do besides fly ships?" but with no taxes you keep more, and nobody checks ID and credit cards." He and Thor exchanged glances. "He's won twelve Hugos," Fang said. "Construction engineer." He looked at his emaciated "It ain't so bad." limbs. "And if Steve's right, I'll be able to do that again For one glorious minute I thought I understood them-— in about nine years." For a moment Alex felt panic. Then he realized that they took the good parts of Crazy Eddie's ideas and Crazy Eddie raised his hand and waved it. "I've got an "He is also teacher," Gordon said. simply ignored the rest. And we don't have many idea." choices anyway. "You're used to living underground," Sherrine said. "They're not. Look at them! No, I'll do "Kindergarten. I was a day-care father," Alex admitted. Bruce looked worried, but nodded at him. "The Chair something-—" The main advantage of the truth was that you didn't recognizes Eddie Two Bats." have to remember a lot of details. There were other advantages, too, he supposed. "The Greens lynched a hacker in Chicago," Mike said Crazy Eddie stood and looked across his blade-like carefully. "Last month, but I think the boy's still nose. "There are still technophiles in Southern ban&in&, from the old Water Tower. Of course you Sherrine looked at him closely. Now she knows. California," he said. "Enclaves clustered around the old, know that." Page 43 of 166 Thor shook his head. "Too bad. They do background "Shut up. Look, with all great respect, how do you "How?" checks on day-care workers, ever since the witch propose to do this? As far as I know, the only rockets left on Earth are military missiles." And I can't see "It's Crazy Eddie's job to come up with nutty ideas, and hunts. Even the centers who pay 'off the books' have to sticking one up my arse and riding it out-— be careful. Lot of work for Sherrine, and you sure can't Bruce's job to chop him down. Do any of Eddie's do that until she sets it up." notions ever work?" "Exactly! We hide out until we build strength and take In the lengthy silence that followed, everyone looked at over in Sacramento. Then-—" She shrugged. each other, but no one said anything. Finally Sherrine sighed. "There's a Saturn Five in Houston." Fang asked, "Will "I could cry." that do?" "I'm not sure I can do it," she said. "Thor's right, they're She frowned. "Over Crazy Eddie?" paranoid about child molesters. I'd have to build you a Alex blinked and tried to sit up. "Saturn? Damn right." whole history, everything, traffic tickets, education-— With a Saturn we could reach the moon. But-—I didn't "No, the rocket. The Saturn Five was the most powerful Look, it won't work. We can't fit them in, and we can't know there were any left." rocket ever built-—Sherrine, it was the most powerful hide them." Fan and Thor started to object, but Sherrine overrode them. "We've just been over that. "There aren't," Bruce said. "NASA took a full man-rated machine ever made!" Short term, sure; but sooner or later they'd be Saturn and laid it down as a monument. Alex, that bird "A fire in the sky," she said. "I know the song." discovered. No, there's only one option, and it took will never fly again." Crazy Eddie to find it. We've got to find a way to get them back into space." "And now it's a lawn ornament." "Oh." "We?" said Bruce. "I'm sorry," she said. "Monument! They didn't want "It's right in front of the old Manned Space Center," competition for the shuttle. They even tried to burn the Mike said. "Leetle hard to work on without attracting blueprints-—" "Sure, Fandom!" attention." "It wasn't your fault." Mike beamed. "Of course. We'll get them high with "Could steal it," Crazy Eddie said. illegal droogs." "I know that, but I'm sorry. Sorry that anyone could ever Bruce closed his eyes. "Steal it, Eddie? Do you know have been so stupid. And that was NASA! We gave the how big those suckers were?" space program to NASA, and they, and . . . Damn." CHAPTER SEVEN "Three hundred and sixty three feet high. Weighed "Does anyone else have an idea?" Bruce asked. "No? three kilotons." Then we carry on as before. The fewer who know "Black Powder and Alcohol . . ." about the Angels, the safer they'll be. Don't tell anyone Bruce spoke patiently. "And you say we should steal without consulting me. The cover is that they're closet it?" fans from North Dakota, people Fang and Thor have known for years. All agreed? Good. So ordered. Do I "You're going to send us back to space," Alex said. "If we could round up enough pickup trucks," Eddie hear a motion to adjourn? Meeting is adjourned. Next Two Bats said thoughtfully. "Of course it will be hard to meeting is in Hawkeye's room about nine. Now it's time "Perhaps I don't wish to go," Gordon said. stand it up again. I think we need an engineer." to enjoy the convention." "I see how it works," Alex said quietly to Sherrine. *** Page 44 of 166 siddhasan, or even padmasan. Anything was better The room had perhaps been a small ballroom when the dimly as a Garden in Eden." Lutenist paused and than the savasam "corpse position" he had practiced in house was new. Now it looked crowded despite its size. removed his glasses. He polished the lenses and set There were windows along one wall, with couches the van during the ride across Minnesota. He hadn't them back upon his nose. He paused, sighed, and said, under them. The window sills were covered with brick- known that relaxing was such hard work; but according slowly, so that everyone in the room could join in, "But a-brack, photos of people in odd costumes, strangely to Steve, the first order of business was to make his then the sun went out." muscles stop fighting the gravity. painted coffee mugs, vases that held improbable plants. That fur rug, patterned in yellow and orange, Gordon looked to Alex. "Shto govorit"? The man is was neither the shape nor the colors of any of Earth's Gregor Lutenist cleared his throat. "The Thirty-Sixth Ice mad, the sun has not gone out." life forms. A grand piano stood down at one end of the Age," he said formally. His voice was strong, easily room. It was covered with photographs and paintings heard throughout the room. Lutenist beamed at Gordon. "Ah-—" and drawings and plastic objects. Books lined two of the walls, and the spaces between the large archways Alex breathed in. Yam, he thought to himself. Yammm. "Fresh meat!" someone yelled. set into the fourth wall. "We live in an ice age-—" began Gregory Lutenist. "Tell me, my young friend," Lutenist said. "What lights A large bear of a man with a sunburst of hair encircling When he got to the words "ice age" three people had up the sun?" his face stood next to the grand piano, one hand joined him, speaking in unison with him. Then came a resting on it. He was making a speech, and his free voice from the crowd: "No shit!" "Is trick? Fusion. Hydrogen to helium." hand waved in time with his words. Other people were talking, too, which seemed impolite. "-—and we always have," he continued, imperturbably "And when the fusion ends, what then?" Lutenist adjusting his glasses. "During the last seven hundred asked. The man stopped in midsentence when Sherrine and thousand years there have been eight cycles of cooling Thor wheeled the Angels into the room. People looked and warming. The glaciers retreat, but always they around and opened a path, some of those on the floor "Uh-—but how can fusion end? There is plenty of come back; and the warm, interglacial interludes last moving aside, some standing to move chairs, until Alex hydrogen." for only about ten thousand years. Since Ice Age and Gordon were moved right up front near the Thirty-Five ended fourteen thousand years ago, the speaker. The others moved back again. It looked "But it did end," Lutenist said. "And no one noticed." next one must have started four thousand years ago. choreographed. Bob Needleton stuck his head in between Alex and Most of human history has been lived in an ice age. So Gordon. "Where have all the neutrinos gone? Long why did no one notice?" "See you," Thor said. He seemed in a hurry to leave. time passing . . ." He gave Sherrine a quick kiss on the neck. "It was too warm!" someone suggested. The speaker was in no hurry at all. He struck a pose, as if waiting for something. "Hi, Pins," Alex said. "Welcome back." Lutenist beamed at him. "Just so. It's hard to convince a man in Bermuda shorts that he's living in an ice age. Ritual? Alex wondered. Whatever. Pavana mukthvsan But consider the halcyon, interglacial world of 4500 "I didn't want to miss Greg's spiel." Bob cupped his could be practiced as easily in a wheelchair as BC!" He waved a forefinger in the air. hands around his mouth. "There'll be a neutrino elsewhere. Alex used both hands to bend his right leg scavenger hunt tonight after the program," he and tuck it into his crotch against the pubic bone. Then announced. "Bring your snipe bags and your Chlorine- "In Scandinavia the tree line was above 8000 feet." he folded his left leg and laid it atop the right. He made 37 tanks." The audience responded with boos and Three voices again joined him, speaking in unison, as circles of his thumbs and index fingers and rested his catcalls. Lutenist waved to him and Bob waved back. Lutenist continued. "And deciduous trees grew all the hands on his knees. He breathed in slowly through his "Hi, Greg. Still thumping the same old drum, I see." way to the Arctic circle. The Sahara was a rain- left nostril, repeating the syllable yam six times. He watered, grassy savannah crossed by mighty rivers wondered when Steve would graduate him to and even mightier hunters. We remember that age Page 45 of 166 "Excuse me," Gordon said, "but what means spiel Lutenist said. "I'm not through." "Yes, yes, we know this," Gordon said. "Sunspots are about neutrinos?" important to us. But if so important to Earth, why do A 1arge man in a bush jacket waved a salute with a they not know cold is coming?" Bob pulled a chair up and set it beside Sherrine bottle beer. "Go right ahead, Greg. Don't mind us." between the two wheelchairs. He straddled it "Bastards did," the man in the bush jacket growled. backwards. "It's simple really." "But they said Global Warming." "What's up?" Lutenist demanded. Alex braced himself. When a physicist says, "it's The man shruged "Con Committee said to come here, "Grants," Bob said. "There's money in climate studies. simple," it usually meant it was time to duck. All the Ph.D. theses. All that would go if things were so this will be the 'Meet the Pros' party." simple-—" "You see, when two protons fuse into a deuterium "Aw crap," Lutenist said. "This is my lecture!" nucleus they yield a neutrino. There are two ways that A short blond woman, slender by local standards, came can happen, but. . . Well, the details don't matter. in with a large tray. She carried it up to the piano as if "What's to lecture?" Needleton demanded. "It was all Sometimes the deuterium hip-hops through beryllium thinking to set it down there, looked at the clutter, simple, and known before 1980. The sun is not into lithium and spits out another neutrino, and there producing enough neutrinos. Ergo, it is not fusing. Yet, turned helplessly-— "Ah. You're Gabe?" are a couple of other reactions that also produce according to the technetium levels in deep neutrinos; but that's about the gist of it. Fusion spits molybdenum mines there were plenty of neutrinos He smiled and nodded. She said, "Laurie. Hold this neutrinos. Get it?" passing through the Earth during interglacial and while we get a table." She set the tray across the arms of his wheelchair and was gone. preglacial periods." Gordon looked puzzled. "I get. So?" "Excuse me, Bob," said Gregory Lutenist, "are you It was covered with small dishes, each with a couple of Bob held his hands out palms up. "The problem is we leading this discussion or am I?" slices of vegetables. Cucumber, carrot, a bit of lettuce, never found the neutrinos. A Chlorine-37 detector some cabbage. A stalk of broccoli. Alex felt his mouth should register a neutrino flux of eight snew, but all Bob waved a hand. "Sorry, Greg. Go ahead." In a near- begin to water. Fresh vegetables! Of course the people here would be used to them-— they ever get is two snew." whisper, "Gordon, it's a cycle. Fusion stops, the sun cools a bit, shrinks a bit, the core gets denser and Gordon's frown deepened. "What's 'snew'?" hotter, fusion starts again, the new warmth inflates the Bob Needleton stopped talking about neutrinos and stared at the tray. He gave a long, low whistle. "Dibs on sun. See? Is that a relief, or what?" a carrot stick!" Sherrine hid her face in her hands. Bob said, "I dunno, not much. What's snew with you?" "Maunder Minimum!" someone shouted. Gregory Lutenist said, "Broccoli for me. Now. It is important to realize that the sun has always burned "Thank you for sharing that with us-—" Lutenist beamed. "The sun goes through sunspot hotter or cooler during different eras of our planet's cycles. Lots of sunspots, it gets warm here. Few "Sorry, I've never been able to resist that one. Snew is sunspots, colder weather. An astronomer named history. Greenhouse or Icehouse." SNU, Solar Neutrino Units. One snew is one neutrino Maunder recorded sunspots and found that the last time there weren't any the planet went through what A fan spoke up. "Carrot for me, too. The dinosaurs lived 36 event per 10 atoms per second." was known as the Little Ice Age, the Maunder during a greenhouse era, didn't they?" There was a commotion at the other end of the room. A Minimum." He paused dramatically. "And in the 1980s it dozen fans, maybe more, came in. "Is this the pro became certain that the planet was going into a new A voice spoke from the doorway. "Pros get first choice. Maunder Minimum period." This is the Meet the Readers Party, right?" party?" Page 46 of 166 Lutenist nodded as if there had been no interruption. feet, and broad-leaf trees had disappeared from the "That's right, Beth. Farmers! Hunters run, which is what "Dinosaurs, and the Great Mammals, too. In fact, prior Arctic. our ancestors did during the Thirty-Fifth Ice Age. But to the Pleistocene the world was quite warm. the five hundred million settled and civilized humans of Hippopotami wallowed in the Thames." the thirteenth century were not going to pull up stakes "The weather changed. The North African coast was and move elsewhere. London, Copenhagen, even the breadbasket of the Roman Empire. It began to dry Moscow were too valuable to abandon. So what did He paused a moment. When he continued, half a up. Great migrations began, Huns, Arabs, Navajos, they do?" He used and stared around the audience. dozen voices spoke in unison with him. "Then, in the Mongols. There were Viking colonies on Greenland, but blink of a geological eye, they were replaced by polar the Greenland Glacier began to move south, until it bears." covered them all." Several responded in unison. "They threw another log on the fire!" Lutenist beamed. "Tell you another one," the man in the bush jacket said. Lutenist beamed. "Exactly! They fought the cold with heat, soot and CO2. Air pollution!" Alex looked to Sherrine. "What-—" "Go ahead, Wade," Lutenist said. "Smudge pots," Curtis growled. She laughed. "Some of us have heard Gregory before." Sherrine looked around. "Wade Curtis. A pro." Right, Lutenist shouted. "Smudge pots! Greenhouse Cucumbers, celery, carrots, luxuries beyond his wildest "Writer?" Gordon asked. She nodded. effect!" dreams were cradled in Alex's arms. He couldn't eat; he had to share this with the whole room; and he Curtis's voice boomed even in the large room. "In the American Revolutionary War, Colonel Alexander "Pollution, poll-ooo-tion," someone sang. couldn't get his hands on any of it without dropping the tray. Little dark red spheres, little bright red spheres Hamilton brought cannon captured by Ethan Allen at with white inside, were displayed on big green leaves. Ticonderoga down to assist General Washington in Everyone shouted. "Jenny! And Harry!" Where were they with that damn table? Haarlem Heights. He brought them across the ice on the frozen Hudson River. By the twentieth century, the "The moonbeam's here!" Badges were showing on various chests. Here were Hudson didn't freeze at all, let alone hard enough to tiny oil paintings of alien creatures and landscapes and carry cannon on!" Alex painfully twisted around to see. The two people starscapes, or wheel-shaped and band-shaped artificial who came in through the archway were matched in habitats infinitely more sophisticated than Mir and Lutenist smiled agreement. "Right! The Little Ice Age clothes and height, but in nothing else. The man was Freedom. A few badges bore angular cartoon faces was coming to an end! In fact, a warming trend had enormous, broad of shoulders, large of chest, and and elegant calligraphy: CLOSET MUNDANE. KNOWS started around 1200, and lasted for eight centuries. much larger of belly. He wore a battered slouch hat, HARLAN ELLISON (evil smirk. HAS READ MUCH OF Anyone know why?" and an oil-stained denim jacket. His boots clumped on DHALGREN (bewilderment). the floor. Over one shoulder was slung a huge guitar "Hey, let's eat!" someone called. case. In his hands he carried two nylon bags that Lutenist continued. "Human history is so short that, clinked as he walked. He set the bags down and living between the hippopotamus and the polar bear, "Let him finish," Curtis growled. He drained his beer. A opened one, took out a jar, opened it and sipped at the we thought those conditions were 'normal.' clear liquid. "Finest corn squeezin's Kansas ever bearded man behind him silently handed him another. produced!" He handed the jar to Curtis. "After the sun went out, the interglacial ended and the Lutenist stabbed a hand into the air. "Why?" world grew colder and drier. The Saraha rivers dried The woman called Jenny was as tall as Harry, but thin. up, one by one, until only the Nile was left. By 1500 BC, Her skin might have been leather. Her hair was long the Scandinavian tree line had dropped to six thousand Someone in the audience responded. "Because a and straight, and dead silver-gray. The eyes burned farmer doesn't give up his land." brightly out of the wrinkles. She carried a guitar, but Page 47 of 166 she wasn't playing it. "Don't drink the water, and don't "Anyway, Adams," Harry said, "she knows who her feared the implications. The red-and-white spheroid breathe the air!" she sang. friends are. So do I. Have a jug of corn. Real burned. moonbeams." Mike got up from his place on the floor. "We'd given Jenny sang, upon you two," he said. "Jenny likes to feel wanted," Fang said. "She's not comfortable unless she's wanted by the law." "Bike broke down in Wyoming," Jenny said. "Had to sing for our suppers. Some things you can't sing, Jenny grinned, and sang, "Wanted fan for mining coal and wanted fan for though . . ." drilling oil, Harry struck a chord. "It's minus ten and counting, and time is passing fast, it's minus ten and counting-—" "Wanted fan in Luna City, wanted fan on Dune and I went very fast through Portland, hunted hard Down, "O God, don't," Curtis said. The room was still for a like Gully Foyle. moment. Wanted fan at Ophiuchus, wanted fan in Dydeetown. Built reactors in Seattle against every man's advice, "Yeah," Jenny said. "And you can't sing 'A Fire in the All across the sky they want me, am I flattered? Sky'-—" Couldn't do that in Alaska, Fonda says it isn't Yes I am! An older man went over to her and eyed her nice." belligerently. "I know you. Jenny Trout." If I could just reach orbit, then I'd be a wanted "We do NOT use real names," Jenny said. fan." "Nice touch, Jenny. They'll be expecting you to rhyme it "You're a goddamned feminist," the man insisted. with 'ice.' " "What the hell are you doing here-—" ". . . and in the midst of the Thirty-Sixth Ice Age, we "You don't really think the nukes could have saved He was interrupted by Wade Curtis, who roared with were lighting global smudge pots. Wood-burning during Alaska, do you Jenny?" laughter. "Adams, you know Jenny! Sure, the feminists the Middle Ages was so intensive that the forests of won, they're running the government along with-—God Europe were actually smaller than in the twentieth Alaska had been beneath the Ice for fifteen years. almighty. But think about it, she's too damn much century. Coalburning, which began in the fifteenth anarchist to be inside the government! Any century, saved the forests and put even more gunk into government. Even a Green-Feminist government." ". . . Then, beginning in the 1950s, we began to clean the air. By the late nineteenth century, most homes up our environment. Household coal furnaces gave were heated by coal furnaces." Lutenist paused and way to centralized electric heating; and pollution was "I'm no goddam Green," Jenny said. rubbed his hands together, as if imagining heat vents confined to the power plant areas, instead of belching and radiators. from every chimney in the city. The famous pea-soup "Sorry." Curtis actually sounded apologetic. "Anyway-— fogs of London disappeared." " A line had formed. Veggies disappeared as they moved past Alex. Almost everyone who passed put something in Alex's mouth. Dark red was miniature tomatoes; Alex Lutenist smiled wanly. "But so did the warm, rainy British winters. Heavy winters became the norm. In Page 48 of 166 1984 and '85 several campers froze to death when a Harry had taken out his guitar. He struck a chord. He certainly had ideas. A couple of fen sitting nearby grinned at her. Oh, Ghu! she thought. After tonight, blizzard struck the Riviera. Atlanta, Georgia, had a "Black powder and alcohol, when your states and cities everyone will think we're back together. week of zero temperatures. Winter snow became common in the southlands. Meanwhile, the Sahara fall, when your back's against the wall-—" resumed its southward march and Ukrainian grain To some men, "no" meant "maybe" and "maybe" meant harvests became less and less reliable. Raindrops "yes." She hadn't seen Bob in two months; now she Alex shuddered. need tiny particles around which to condense. So, couldn't get rid of him. He was cheerfully impervious to when you eliminate air pollution, what happens?" her rebuffs; as if he were not programmed to accept the data. Like Halley's Comet, no matter how shaken up he "Less rain!" cried the audience. was at each encounter, he kept coming back. Only he CHAPTER EIGHT didn't wait seventy-six years. "And less cloud cover means the ground loses heat ". . . Someone's Daydream" faster. And that means?" Not that he was unattractive. He had been among her better lovers, back in the days when she hung out with the spa set. And maybe she only needed to get used to "The Great Ice!" him again. He had known how to do things in a hot tub that . . . For that matter, he knew how to talk with a "Ice day is a'comin'," Jenny and Harry sang softly. "Hey The Phantom of the Paradise leaped out of the TV woman, not simply at her. He had been as interested in sinner man, where you gonna run to-—" It made a nice screen, as the audience, as always, made helpful hearing about her computer work-—about LISP and comments. Sherrine pretended to watch as her background, now, for Gregory's litany. LAN's and baud rates-—as he was in telling her about thoughts leaped more wildly than the masked phantom. his physics. There was only one thing he seemed "Yes, my friends." Lutenist was walking back and forth incapable of understanding. Sending the Angels home wouldn't be simple even if in front of the piano. "The elimination of air pollution did they had a ship. Some of it she could do. With Bob to not start with the Greens. It started with the Big Power analyze the ballistics she ought to be able to write the And that was endings. Companies back in the fifties-—as a by-product of their code. Some would be tougher. Fuel. They'd have to program of clean, centralized electrical power steal that. Bob was a romantic. Most men were. They thought that generation. But it accelerated with the environmentalist a relationship had a beginning and a middle, but no movement. Soon, we were not allowed to burn the First things first. Without a ship, everything else was end. Danny, the time traveler in The Man Who Folded leaves we raked off our yards. We had to bag them, in Himself, had made that mistake. He kept going back moot. plastic bags, of course! And have them hauled away by and going back, trying to rekindle the romance with trucks to landfills hundreds of miles away. The Green Bob came into the lounge. Had he followed her? When Donna; until finally he had kindled disgust and revulsion Laws became more and more stringent at the same he waved at her and headed in her direction, she in her. The secret was to quit while you were at the top time that interest in and support for science was go out like a champion and not fade into an object of waning-—not a coincidence, I might add. Even today, sighed. pity like a has-been fighter who couldn't quit the ring. with the Great Ice and the Sahara both sliding south, we are not allowed to throw another log on the fire!" He was wearing his Rotsler badge. A cartoon face She didn't want that to happen between her and Bob. studied the SS ROBERT K. NEEDLETON and thought, She liked him too much. So keep it neutral. Keep it "Damned good thing!" Jenny Trout shouted. "Pretentious." The sharp nose partly covered the professional. letters. Bob dropped beside her on the sofa, just close enough to be within her personal space, and put an Everyone looked at her. "You know, that Gordon is kind of cute," she said. And arm on the back of the sofa behind her. He leaned how was that for a neutral, professional remark? "It's got to fall," she said. "All the way. We don't like this close to her ear. "Any ideas yet?" world we made! Bring it down! Bring it down!" Page 49 of 166 His arm made an aborted move toward her shoulder. Bob shrugged. "He's young. He'll get over it. That's the Bob just shook his head. "You'd think they'd know the "Oh?" wonderful thing about being young. The point is, the difference between ionizing and non-ionizing radiation. kid-—" They can't tell one type of asbestos from the other, either." "Yes." She spoke in a whisper. "Not just his background-—a space pilot, by Ghu!-—but the way he She never learned what Bob's point was. Chuck Umber looks. His facial bones and his little potbelly. And his burst into the room waving a folded-up newspaper in "Why do you think they don't know the difference?" puppy-dog eyes. He always seems so sad and the air. "Angels down!" he announced and flipped the withdrawn, it makes me want to cuddle him and cheer lights on. "A scoopship went down on the Ice He looked at her for a moment. Then he grunted, him up." yesterday!" He shut off the VCR player. "You're a worse pessimist than I am," and turned back to the reading. "The `danes really think the microwaves "Umm. I'm feeling a little sad and withdrawn myself," "Hey!" someone shouted. "Turn the Phantom back on." were aimed at the search parties," he said. "They don't Bob said hopefully. see it as a decoy maneuver." "No, wait! Look at this." Chuck opened the paper to the She slapped him backfingered on the arm. "Oh, you front page and held it up. AIR THIEVES CRASH ON A shadow fell across the paper. "What makes you think know what I mean. He seems so lonely, cut off forever ICE, screamed the headline. He had a bundle of the microwaves were decoys?" from his home and his friends." newspapers under his arm and began passing them out. Sherrine looked up and saw Chuck Umber. Bob opened his mouth to speak and thought better of it. "It was his fault they were marooned, you know." A storm of voices greeted him. "What? Where?" "How'd Sherrine said, "Just listen, Chuck." She shook the "What?" She had raised her voice slightly and someone it happen?" "Are the Angels okay?" "How come we're paper and folded it. " 'As is so often the case when sitting in a nearby chair shushed her. She lowered her just hearing about it?" "Turn the Phantom back on." people rely on computers, none of the death rays actually struck the search parties.' " She gave Chuck a voice and leaned closer to Bob. Bob helped her do that. twisted smile. "Chuck, they tell the public that "What do you mean?" Bob leaned into her ear. "That tears it," he whispered. computers are unreliable-—" "How long before someone figures things out?" "He told me so himself." Bob whispered into her ear as Sherrine grabbed a copy of the paper from Chuck as if they were necking; and she flashed back to three he went by and flipped it open. She and Bob huddled "Trust the Farce, Luke," Bob interjected. nights ago, when he had woken her from the sleep of over it. She scanned the story quickly, as much to learn the innocent to recruit her into the Rescue Party. A what hadn't been said as to learn what had. It wouldn't "-—but do you swallow that? If the Angels didn't hit good cover, he had said, in case anyone was listening. do to show too much familiarity with the story. anyone, it means they weren't aiming at anyone. Can Yeah, a damned good cover. He probably thought of it you think of any other reason why they'd divert part of himself. "This morning, when I brought them breakfast . The newspaper report was reasonably straightforward, the power beam from Winnipeg?" . . Doc had taken 'Gabe' into the washroom to, uh, well, a bit long on loaded adjectives and short on detail, but help him . . . you know." not much worse than the usual news. There was no Chuck pursed his lips and presently nodded. "If the mention of what had happened to the Angels. A targeting system snafued . . . No, you're probably right. sidebar, entitled DEATH RAYS FROM OUTER "Yeah. Go on." The microwaves were meant to hide the scoopship's IR SPACE, told of "beams of deadly microwaves aimed at footprint. Damnation!" He ground one fist into his palm. the search parties" and cautioned the reader that "I wish some of us had been there. We'd've gotten the "Well, once we were alone, the kid let it all spill out. It "microwaves are a form of radiation, which causes Angels off the Ice before the Government grabbed seems that during the missile attack, he shouted out a cancer." 'em." warning in Russian and Alex didn't understand until too late; and that's why they were hit." Sherrine pointed. "Nice placement on the comma." "Oh, no! It must be terrible to have to live with that." Page 50 of 166 It was a moment before Sherrine found her voice. ship. "Experts now believe that the spacemen escaped Or had they? Hah! What if they'd asked a closet fan? "Yeah, Chuck. Too bad." She ducked back behind the from the glacier using inappropriate technology." For that matter the scientists themselves, the pariahs of newspaper. academe, might not volunteer to educate the very people who shunned them. Sometimes you want an Bob snorted. "Inappropriate? It worked!" opponent to go on sounding like a fool. More people were pouring into the lounge. Dick Wolfson ejected the video cartridge and turned on the "Hush, and listen," said Sherrine. all-news channel. "C'mon," someone cried, "it was just S-s-sooo . . . She grinned and hugged Bob, who getting to the good part, where Beef gets electrocuted." seemed surprised and not unpleased. Why, the Angels ". . . the efforts of the space stations to stop the search Sherrine thought it must be Dennis, the comics artist were nearly home free! If people were looking for with death rays. Meanwhile, the public should be on the who had created The Niki Birds. It was said that you emaciated supermen, they wouldn't look twice at Gabe lookout for possibly two illegal aliens believed to be on could play a contraband copy of The Phantom of the and Rafe. the loose." Paradise anywhere in the country and Dennis would be there in time for the ending. Harry and Jenny began a song. Sherrine blinked at the artist's conception of spacemen. The spectrally thin creatures in the sketch looked like "Settle down, everyone!" roared a bull voice. "Let's hear famine victims who had been stretched upon a rack. what the 'danes have to say." Someone in the room snickered. Others applauded. "In a tower of flame in Capsule Twelve, The lounge quieted as the fans concentrated on the "The aliens are believed to be very tall because of the tube. The impeccably groomed newsreader recited unnatural environment they live in. But, because they I was there. several items of war news. Swedish marines had live in zero gravity-—" forced a landing on the Pomeranian coast; but their I know not where they laid my bones, Russo-Lithuanian allies had suffered a stunning defeat "Free fall, damn it; not zero gravity!" That sounded like at Ukranian hands. No one had used nukes, yet; but Wade Curtis. it could be anywhere, the world was holding its breath. "-—must be extremely strong, as well . . ." Onscreen, but when fire and smoke had faded, Must be near the beginning of the headline cycle, stock footage from the construction of SUNSAT Sherrine thought. She felt mildly offended that the showed an astronaut handling an enormous solar Angels were not the top story. Let's get to the Angels. the darkness left my sight, collector panel. ". . . so citizens are advised to be When the next story turned out to be a presidential cautious." photo opportunity, she almost screamed. I found my soul in a spaceship's soul Sherrine did not know who was advising the Finally, the screen displayed a shot of Piranha government searchers, but they could not have helped riding home on a trail of light. embedded in the ice. "This update on the forced the Angels more if they had tried. The exaggerated landing of the air scooper from the space habitats. height and leanness, the misinterpretation of the effect Scoopships are built to steal air from the Earth and take of free fall on body strength . . . it to the space stations. Many experts blame the cold "For my wings are made of tungsten, weather we are having on the loss of this air. Air The ruling coalition of proxmires, rifkins, falwells and Defense forced the latest scoopship to land in North maclaines scorned "the materialist science story." As if and my flesh is glass and steel, Dakota." there were another kind of science; as if it were some The scene moved past the anchorman to a long shot of thing invented, like myth, to be discarded when a better I am the joy of Terra for the power that I wield. the glacier looking down the landing path toward the 'story' came along. It was hardly surprising that the government had not sought out scientific opinion. Page 51 of 166 Once upon a lifetime, I died a pioneer, "For my wings are made of tungsten, Someone in the room spoke through the din. "What are we going to do about it?" Now I sing within a spaceship's heart, my flesh of glass and steel, The chatter died down. "Do? What can we do?" Does anybody hear?" I am the joy of Terra for the power that I wield. Once upon a lifetime, I died a pioneer, Chuck Umber took center stage. "Look," he said, "the 'danes say that the Angels escaped. Well, they sure "Anyone having knowledge of the whereabouts of the Now I sing within a spaceship's heart, didn't escape on their own. They had to have had help. air pirates should call the police. Do not approach We've got to find out who's got them and offer to help." them, they are armed and dangerous." Does anybody hear? Does anybody hear?" "Maybe the Eskimos have them," Horowitz suggested. "We have to do something." A man's voice. Crying. "The paper says that there were tracks around the scooper. " "What?" The song faded out, and the room was quiet, except for Curtis, who stared at the wall and muttered over and "It doesn't matter," Chuck replied. "Well find out who "I don't know, I don't know, but we have to do over, "God damn them. We were so near. God damn has them, sooner or later." something-—" them all." Bob tried to sink down lower in the sofa. Sherrine's "It's too late, by twenty years." pressure on his elbow stopped him. The room spouted a geyser of talk when the "Maybe we shouldn't try to contact them, Chuck," said newsreader finished. Most of the fen chattered Dick Wolfson. "Whoever's got the Angels might have to excitedly to each other; but Sherrine noticed a few "My thunder rends the morning sky, hide them for a long time. The fewer people who know thoughtful faces. Chuck Umber was busily scribbling in who and where, the better." a pocket notebook. Wade Curtis was sunk into himself, yes, I am here. elbows on knees and chin in hands, mouth slack, eyes Chuck shook his head. "Not when the people are fen. hooded . . . eyes touched Sherrine's, wandered away, The loss to flame when I was man, I'm going to try and reach the Oregon Ghost. He must wandered back. . . know something." now I ride her without fear, Drunk. Can't say I blame him. "Sure, Chuck. The Ghost runs his own fanzine. You "Come on," said Bob, rising from the sofa and tugging think he'd let a competitor in on whatever scoop he for I am more than man now, has?" her arm. "We've got to tell the others." and man built me with pride, Chuck stood up taller. "He will. Because this is the-— She pulled him back down. "I think they already know. biggest thing to hit fandom since Star Wars . . . or I led the way and I lead the way Quiet. I want to hear what gets said here." Apollo Thirteen. We've, got to transcend factions and feuds and pull together." to man's future in the sky. "This crowd? Why?" "Ideas. That's what fen are for." Page 52 of 166 Harry and Jenny had started a song, singing softly as for an exhibit, of course. The Boston papers caught him leanings. Is it still paranoia when they really are out to background as the others talked. ". . . and he knew he trying to get the motors through the doors. They ran an get you?" might not make it, for it's never hard to die, but he rode article calling him `the world's sixth nuclear power.' " her into history, on a fire in the sky!" "Where is he now?" asked Wolfson. Sherrine held her Sherrine clenched and unclenched her fists. But where breath. Wade Curtis uncurled and stretched and said, "They is it now? She dared not draw attention to herself. But a can't hide them." Titan! Titans had lifted the Gemini capsules into orbit. Wade pursed his lips. "Ron and his Titan wound up in Chicago at the Museum of Science and Industry. Don't There was an instant hush when the writer spoke. Chuck laughed. "I remember that article, Wade. Boy, know where his fuel trucks went, maybe there. The was Ron mad! He tried to tell the papers that he did not LOX is long gone anyway, of course, but that's not so have a nuclear warhead; but you know how 'danes are. hard to make . . ." Drunk or sober, the hard science fiction writers were Rockets equals missiles equals weapons equals nukes. supposed to know everything. Fans laughed at them Sometimes I wonder if Ron didn't go ahead and build a Sherrine's heart pounded. Chicago! Why, that was just when they made mistakes, but always listened . . . and bomb just for the hell of it. As long as everyone thought a short drive across Wisconsin. So close! She tugged Wade Curtis had a voice that filled every corner. he had one . . . " on Bob's arm. "Let's get up to the room. We've got to tell the others." "Whoever it is, they can't hide the Angels forever. Think "Building a warhead isn't as easy as the 'danes think. I it through. No, there's only one thing to do, get the don't care how many TV movies they show with * * * Angels back where they belong. God damn NASA. terrorists and mad scientists whipping 'em up in their Where we all belong. God damn them, they ate the garage. Uranium hexafloride isn't just radioactive, it's dream. For money. For money. The Angels belong up Wade Curtis listened with half an ear while Chuck and toxic as hell. Refining U-235 is not something you can Dick debated the wisdom of searching for the Angels. there. We have to send them back." do in your garage; not without an ample supply of disposable terrorists," Wade said wistfully. "That's crazy." "No Wades right." "Hell, he's drunk." Someone had to know something. Any two people in "Wouldn't you be?" "But how?" "They'll need a rocket." the country were connected by a chain of no more than Chuck ran his fingers through his goatee. "Still, if two intermediate acquaintances. That was elementary "Where can you find a rocket these days?" anyone could do it, Cole could. He always had probability. So, he knew someone who knew someone something wonderful in his pocket. A laboratory opal, a Sherrine clenched Bob's upper arm so hard he winced. who knew the people who had the Angels. The big chunk of artificial sapphire for armor, a couple of question was who? He knew a lot of someones. Yes! Yes, where can you find a rocket? She leaned strips of platinum-—" forward, to hear better. Reason it the other way. Start with the people who had Wade laughed. "The nearest rocket I know of is Ron "Platinum?" the Angels. Figure out who they had to Cole's Titan." be.Government? Possible . . . but then the government "I never knew why. Some failed project. And once he would be bragging, the ACLU would be protecting their typed a guy a check on a sheet of soft gold. The first rights . . . Chuck and some of the other older fen laughed, too. A check bounced, see-—" younger fan spoke up. "What Titan is that?" Inuit? Maybe, but not for long. The Inuits lived a "Not Ron," Wade insisted. "Not a bomb. He knows physical life, and the Angels weren't going to be ready Wade flipped a hand. Someone put a drink in it. "Old better. But I did hear that he squirreled away a couple for that. fannish legend has it that Ron once cobbled a Titan of tank cars of RP-1 and LOX. Just in case he decided Two together from spare parts he bought from to take a trip." He shook his head. "Poor guy is mad as government surplus sales. Cost him less than a Some third group. Someone with medical resources, a hatter these days. They kept booting him out of one thousand dollars, too. He was on the Board of Trustees because if they didn't have medical resources the museum after another. Didn't like his technophile for the Metropolitan Museum of Boston. He wanted it Angels would be dead already. Maybe they were. Page 53 of 166 Assume they weren't, see where that got you. Like in There were better ways anyhow. He narrowed his eyes THE EXTENDED PHASE OF A HIGH-SPEED LOPE . . playing bridge, decide what it takes to make the in thought. Yes, sir. Much better ways. But his head . contract; then assume the cards did fall that way, and hurt. Someone handed him another drink. go for it. *** Probably somebody here in this room knows. So close! Alex shook his head. He could just imagine the But no, they'd have told me, Wade thought. consternation if, after the fall of civilization, Alex stared at the two-headed creature with the nubbled lips. Doc had wheeled him upstairs for the paleontologists of the future were to unearth this . . . No. You're a goddam drunk, and sober you wouldn't meeting, opened the door, and there it was. um . . . sculpture. trust a drunk with anything this big. Why should they? "It" was a smallish skeleton. The heads, set at the ends "Do you like him?" Doc Waxman wheeled Gordon into He was distracted momentarily by two fans winding of long, flexible necks, were flat and triangular. Each the room and parked him beside Alex. He was a gift their way through the crowd. Bob Needleton, he contained what Alex took for a mouth and an eye from Speaker-to-Seafood." recognized. Physicist at U-Minn. The other he recalled socket. Between the necks was a thick bulge of bone. as a fafiated femmefan he had known years ago. The creature stood on three legs ending in clawed Alex thought he should be used to this sort of thing by Computer whiz. "What's their big hurry?" he asked, hooves, with the rear leg attached to the spine by a now. "Whom?" nodding toward the two. complex hip joint. There was a small plaque attached to it. "Nat Reynolds, the writer. It's a long story, involving a Dick Wolfson grinned. "If you'd've seen them earlier, drunken conversation with a lobster Savannah. I'll tell you wouldn't have to ask. I didn't know Sherrine and Alex gripped the wheels of his chair and rolled himself you about it someday." He whistled cheerfully while he Bob were back together. Haven't seen her in years. " across the room. He squinted at the plaque. set up a tray with glasses and an ice bucket. Alex couldn't help grinning. Doc was the most determinedly Dr. Sherrine Hartley, only Hartley wasn't really her cheerful man he had ever met. He was easily sixty; yet name, it was her first husband's. She'd been active in he had not hesitated to dash out onto the glaciers with fandom once. the younger fans, on what might easily have become a SIMPSON: RESEARCH AND DESIGN fatal mission-of-mercy for two strangers. You had to like a man like that. "Hunh." Chuck Umber seemed miffed. "There are more important issues at hand than that." "You should see my collection . . . Hi, Fang, Bruce. Contents: ONE MODEL OF PUPPETEER SKELETON Come on in. You should see my collection of fannish "Yeah," said another fan. "Like how to let the Angels art. Or rather, you should have seen it. Statues, know about the Titan." (SPECIMEN A) paintings. Worlds of the imagination. Kelly Freas . . . I have Hraani Interpreter. Bonestell. Jainschigg's Wade fell silent while the other fen debated. It was all 'Eifelheim' original. Aulisio's `Mammy Morgan.' Pat moot anyway. Until they knew who had the Angels and Davis. Her `Well-springs of Wonder' can bring tears to how to contact them there was no point in composing a THIS MODEL, BASED ON A RARE SPECIMEN my eyes. She's here at the Con, Davis is. You saw her message. Someone handed him a drink, and he mermaid costume at the Meet the Pros?" He shook his TRADED swallowed mechanically. Besides-—" It's the wrong head. "A lot of it's gone now; confiscated at busted message," he said, but nobody heard. FROM THE KZIN, SHOWS THE PUPPETEER JUST cons. Now I only bring one object with me when I come. We keep the rest hidden in the bilge." BEFORE If the Angels did want to get back upstairs-—and Wade could not see where they had any other option-—then it "What's a bilge?" was silly to try setting up Ron Cole's old terror weapon. Page 54 of 166 "A way to get the Angels upstairs." Alex felt a shiver run through him. The others stiffened. You could see the gears adjust in Waxman's head. "My A rocket ship? They'd found one? But a ship was only wife and I live on a houseboat in the Marina. We've half the battle. There was fueling and guidance and . . . sealed everything into watertight containers and hid 'em The others waited. "Well?" It was madness. So why should he be shaking? in the, ah, bottom of the boat." He chortled. "Won't help in a thorough search; but it discourages the casual "Bang Bang." He opened the bottle. pest, now that we're not supposed to treat the sewage It was a fragile thing, this imaginary spacecraft, and anymore . . . Stop by when you get the chance and Alex feared to touch it. He asked, "What sort of bird is Edward Two Bats looked at him. "Bang Bang?" Light we'll haul some pieces out to display." it? What kind of shape is it in?" dawned in his ekes. "Oh, no. No." Alex grinned. "How can I turn down such an invitation?" "Excuse me," said Alex, "but what the hell is Bang "We overheard Wade Curtis down in the movie lounge." Sherrine sank into a chair. "Thanks." She took Bang?" "Easy," said Fang opening a can of beer with one hand. the tea that Doc handed her. "They were listening to "We're sending you back upstairs, remember? On a fire the news and jabbering about it and ol' Wade, Ghu Crazy Eddies hands came up like a fence. "You're bless him, he cut right to the heart of it. The Angels in the sky." crazy, Mike! Orion is fucking radioactive! The whole can't hide out indefinitely. And he mentioned that Ron world made a treaty-—" Cole had a rocket, and-—" Sure, thought Alex. "Have you found a rocket yet?" Mike overrode him. "It's simple. You get a big, thick Bruce snapped his fingers. "Cole! That's right! There Fang scowled at his drink. "No, but . . ." metal plate. Real thick. You put an H-bomb underneath were stories, years and years ago. I didn't think they and set it off. Believe me, that sucker will move." He were true, though. Isn't he in Washington, at the "But we will," Bruce insisted. "Fen are nothing if not smiled broadly. Edward Two Bats snarled. Smithsonian?" persistent. There are stories. Rumors. We'll trace 'em down. One or another's bound to be authentic. The Alex looked at Bruce. "He's not serious, is he?" Sherrine shook her head. "No. The rocket is at the Ghost may know something." Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago. And get "Before you can come down again," Mike continued, this. Wade says Cole has fuel for it!" The others came in by ones and twos. Mike. Edward "you throw another bomb underneath." He held his Two Bats. Steve was glowing, as if he had just finished hand out, palm down, and jerked it upward in steps. They all whooped except Alex. "How much fuel?" he a heavy workout, which Alex thought was rather likely. "Bang, bang, bang. Get the picture?" insisted. "And what kind of bird is it? It won't do us any Thor was wearing faded jeans, with his tin whistle good if it just farts on the launch pad." protruding from a back pocket. He had pulled his long, Alex got the picture. He liked his earlier idea about golden hair back into a ponytail. Not too long ago, Alex knew, such hairstyles on men were regarded as outré. sticking a missile up his ass better. "I think there may Sherrine looked at him. "I don't know how much fuel. Now they were becoming the norm. He wondered if the be some difficulties with your plan," he said. Wade said it was a Titan Two. Does it matter?" sudden advent of long hair and beards during the sixties had been an instinctive ecological response to "Oh, sure. Details." Detail work, Alex could tell, was not "A Titan?" He exchanged glances with Bob and Bruce. the imminent ice age; like animals growing heavier Mike's forté. "Titans were smaller than the Saturns, weren't they?" pelts just before a severe winter. Bob and Sherrine arrived, out of breath and flushed. Bob nodded. "A two-stage rocket with a thrust of . . . "Got it," Mike announced. He searched the refreshment They paused in the doorway, breathing, heavily and well, enough oomph to put a Gemini into orbit. A grinning from ear to ear. "We have a ship," Bob Gemini held two men. Freedom's what . . . two hundred tray and came up with a wine bottle. gasped. fifty miles up? One of the Geminis reached seven "Got what?" asked Bruce warily. hundred, didn't it?" Page 55 of 166 "A Titan Two has more than enough lift," said Bruce, "if Mike sobered instantly. "I know that." He stuffed his from Earth's surface disoriented him-—but he was there's enough fuel." hands in his pants pockets and wandered to the surprised at how much the sight of it ached. window. The blinds were open; and, outside, stars dusted the icy sky. He stared at the twinkling lights. "I "Meet them halfway," suggested Thor. He would have to go back. Have to. Or die trying. And know that," he said softly. no one was going to come and fetch him. So he would have to do it himself. "Halfway?" said Alex. With the pollution gone, the stars were so clear. You'd think that was the point of the exercise. He looked at Gordon and saw the hope there. Gordon Thor had his tin whistle out and was playing an couldn't guess how many hurdles remained. Just find imaginary tune with his fingers. "Seems to me that if we Bruce turned to Alex. "How about it? If Cole doesn't the bird and light it. could just get enough fuel to put you on a decent have enough fuel to reach orbit, could the Angels at suborbital, the Angels could rendezvous and pick you least rendezvous with a suborbital?" up. What did Sheppard reach in the first Mercury- All right, he thought. Torch it off and I'll fly it. I owe it to Redstone? A hundred fifteen miles or so, wasn't it? the kid to take him back. That should be doable from Freedom." "They could," Alex agreed reluctantly, "if it were high enough and on the right vector. It's trickier than just Bruce scowled. "We're just spinning our wheels here. flinging it up, and it would cost fuel-—but yeah. They We need a plan of action." He ticked points off on his "That's a good idea, Thor," said Sherrine. can do it." fingers. "Number One, is the Titan for real? You know how fannish legends can build. For all we know, all The muscular blond smiled. "Baseball," he said. He exchanged glances with Gordon. Would Lonny Cole ever had were the components." even bother: Good ol' Lonny would weigh the cost of "Baseball?" the fuel for the rendezvous versus the benefit of getting "Could still use those," said Edward Two Bats. two duds back; and, no matter how you sliced it, twice "The Angels can't handle grounders; but I figured zero did not make for a respectable return on Bruce blinked at him. anybody can catch a pop fly." investment. "If we have to, we'll assemble the damned thing Mike laughed and shook his head. Gordon looked worried. He was probably imagining the ourselves," he explained. trip. Arcing up on a nice smooth parabolic trajectory. "What's so funny?" asked Bruce. Hitting the top. Earth curves away below, waiting . . . Sorry, we just couldn't afford to meet you. And then an Bruce started to say something, then shrugged. "Second, we need fuel. Does Ron actually have any, or equally smooth parabolic trajectory down. "Certainly not Thor's joke," said Fang. is that just story, too? If so, how much of it does he have and where is it and how do we load it aboard?" Alex gave him a nod. Don't worry, Gordo. It'll never Mike wiped his eyes. "It just hit me. Freedom orbits two come off. So what's to worry? Gordon twitched a smile. hundred fifty miles straight up, right? That's less than Thor grinned. He pulled a rubber hose from his pocket. the distance from here to Chicago! We have to travel "Same way we fueled Bob's van." farther to, get the rocket than we would travel in the Mike frowned and half-sat on the window sill. Alex rocket itself." could see the stars over his shoulder; and damn if one Alex had a mental picture: Crazy Eddie with a giant of them wasn't moving! syphon drawing off LOX from a convenient tank. Don't "There's a little more to it than that," Alex said. "Velocity suck too hard on that hose . . . matching is tricky." Somebody's home, once his own, was tracing a curve across the lack sky. Navstar? Mir? Freedom herself? Without an ephemeris, he couldn't tell-— looking up "Third," continued Bruce, "we need a launch site where "It's not the distance," Bob said. "It's the energy." we can erect the Titan. And fourth, we need to get the Page 56 of 166 Angels there, fuel the bird, and then light it off without "I think I'm being overtaxed," said Alex. His arms and Each nugget of information was fascinating. The world being noticed or caught by the authorities." legs felt like bands of fire. His thigh muscles quivered. was full of new-found marvels and he wanted to share the excitement with everybody. They all did. They had Crazy Eddie rubbed his hands together. "Piece of "No, not yet. You're fooling yourself. You're working a certain sense. It wasn't a sense of ennui or cynicism. out, and your body says, 'That's enough, I can't take It was . . . cake," he said. anymore.' But it's just trying to con you. If you quit, the rest of the day you'll hear your body laughing at you." A sense of wonder. *** Alex's muscles were on fire, and the speech wasn't That was it. A sense of wonder, in the fine old original Bed-time exercises, Alex thought. He bent way back meaning of the word. They wondered at their world. helping. He looked at Gordon. The kid was holding the with his arms stretched out above his head so that his pose and grinning. Smart-ass. just because he was Because when you did that, everything was wonder- body formed a perfect bow. He could see the ceiling of younger . . . Alex kept staring at him until he saw the full. the third-floor room he and Gordon shared in the leg muscles tremble. Then he gave Gordon a smirk in mansion. His legs felt like rubber. Steve supported him return. with a hand beneath his shoulders. Steve took them through a series of twelve poses. "There, you see?" said Steve. "The muscles are there. Later, after Steve had gone, Alex lay abed in the dark, Each one forced Alex to extend a muscle group that he breathing slowly and naturally, imagining the prana It just takes some getting used to. Even falling free, you was unaccustomed to using. Getting around at the use your muscles to move things around; you still have from the air streaming into his body, strengthening it. bottom of the Well was certainly different from getting Prana was the universal energy, manifesting itself in to overcome the inertia. The difference down here is around in orbit. Upstairs, when he kicked off a wall your legs have to learn to keep your body upright all the gravitation, electricity, nerve currents, thought. A kind of surface, or flexed to a landing on another, he used time, without conscious thought." Hindu unified field theory. It was nonsense, of course. those same leg muscles to oppose the same body There was no such energy, and Steve knew it as well mass. But here he had to do so constantly, not just at as Alex did. "If you say so," Alex responded. kickoff and touchdown. Just as if he were in the centrifuge or aboard an accelerating ship. Still, the mind-body interface was a funny thing and "Think of it as bench-pressing one hundred eighty nobody really knew how it worked. As a metaphor, a pounds all day long." It was uncomfortable, but not exactly unpleasant. In mental focus, prana worked quite well. He tried to fact, living in an acceleration frame had its advantages. imagine a ball of light in his body, with glowing strands "Piece of cake." Alex suddenly realized that Steve was Drinking was easier, for one thing. Objects stayed coming from his mouth and nostrils connecting with the not supporting his shoulders anymore. He wobbled and where you put them. And he always woke up in the sun and distant stars. Images were the tools of the semaphored with his arms. same place he went to sleep, even without using mind, and a practical person used whatever tools came straps. to hand. Sometimes what was important was not what "Steady," said Steve again putting a hand behind his was true, but what you believed was true. shoulder blades. "Now, I'm going to take you through a That's the spirit! I'm a stranger in a strange land full of simplified soorya namaskar. You let me know if wonders and delights. What was the point of being Like cobbling together a spaceship and flying into anything overtaxes you. Now, exhale and bend all the marooned if you couldn't enjoy it? He needed to space. way forward until your hands touch the floor. It's okay if embrace Doc Waxman's attitude; or Steve's, or even you bend your knees. You, too, Gordon. That's right. Mike's. The Round Mound paraded his seemingly Believing wouldn't make it happen; but not believing No, in line with the feet. Good. Ordinarily, I'd have you inexhaustible store of knowledge with the same sort of would make it not happen. Everything starts as tuck your head between your knees, but . . . Now, hold delight as the kids Alex knew in the day-care center. somebody's daydream. that position." Gee, Mister MacLeod, look what I found! Mister Mac! Mister Mac, look at this! Isn't it neat! That was Mike. "Alex?" Page 57 of 166 "What?" He turned his head. In the dark he could not Alex crossed his arms behind his head and stared at Eskimos abandoned their aged and infirm to the Ice. see Gordon, but he could sense the youngster's the ceiling. Blackness should have stars in it, he Krumangapik had done it. During their nighttime trek across the Ice, warmed by that invisible beam of prana presence in the other bed. thought. "I don't know. If there is a ship and if we can find fuel . . . What do you think?" from SUNSAT, he had told of building his mother's Final Igloo. "About . . . About the dip trip . . ." He heard a heavy sigh in the darkness. "If we can "What? That again?" Couldn't the kid let it be? I'd like to rendezvous, no problem. If they have to come and She was old and frail and she had insisted. She even have seen him do better. "What about it?" he snapped. snatch us as we go past . . . They will not do it." picked the spot. When it was completed they had hugged each other and said good-bye; and Krumangapik had sealed the entryway to keep the "No, I don't think they would." "I'm sorry I didn't speak English." wolves out and left her there and never looked back. Gordon hesitated. "Maybe my family can . . ." ". . . When?" Alex shivered as he remembered. "A duty to die." Gordon twisted around, painfully, to look at him. "Maybe they could what? Overrule Lonny or Sergei? How long would it be before elderly Floaters took "When? In final innocent carefree moment before Not a chance. They can count as well as we can. themselves to the airlocks out of a similar sense of They've got enough fingers. Hell, you know it's not the missile shred Piranha's fin!" duty? Yes. That was how they would do it. No personal anger. Not a Floater in orbit would hesitate to injections, because they had to conserve the risk his life to save another. But when we use common Idiot. "Gordon, it was too late. The missile must have medicines. No slashed wrists, no blood droplets to been in flight before I, before, hell. I should have resources, the entire station is at risk, and we have to purge from the air system. They would climb into the torched off and gone home. They'd found us. We knew draw the line. Start making exceptions and where do airlock, nude, so as not to lose the fabric of their you stop? When everyone is dying because too much it." clothing. They would just turn on the pumps to has been used up?" evacuate the chamber. Alex remembered dying such a Silence. death. Later, a detail would reenter the airlock and He was beginning to sound unpleasantly like Lonny Hopkins. "No, your folks will cry as you arc past"-— salvage the valuable organics. "Maybe we could have made another orbit. Only, we Which is more than anyone will do for me-—" and don't carry all that much oxygen. And we needed the they'll curse God that they can't come out and snag Perhaps that was the most unfortunate consequence of nitrogen, we did, that's not . . . not just Lonny talking." you; but they won't jeopardize the station for no other the new era of shortages, both in Orbit and down in the Well. That it forced them all, Downer and Floater alike, gain than two more mouths to feed." to be unkind. "Then it wasn't what I said. Or didn't." Alex remembered the old Eskimo on the glacier "Is it right to string them along?" It had really been bothering Gordon. The stilyagin must describing how his wife and daughter had been killed have flunked some math courses. "What do you picture and eaten by his erstwhile comrades. And he hadn't me doing about anything, with a couple of seconds to chased after the cannibals and he hadn't wasted any Alex jumped. He'd thought Gordon was asleep. "What work with? What kind of acceleration is that to move a tears. Old Krumangapik hadn't been cruel or heartless. do you mean, Gordo?" mass like Piranha, with three tiny embarrassed fins and Alex had seen the pain in the old man's eyes. But when the scoop dragging us, too?" you lived on the edge, you learned to cut your losses. "These Downers. Fandom. They're risking a lot to help Krumangapik had never heard of cost-benefit ratios, us, aren't they? Shouldn't we tell them they're wasting but he knew that in his milieu he could waste nothing, Silence filled the blackness between them. Finally, their time?" not even tears. Gordon spoke again. "Alex, do you think this Titan business will work?" "Don't burn bridges, Gordo. There might be enough fuel to reach orbit on our own." Page 58 of 166 "Or no fuel at all. Meanwhile, she puts her neck at risk CHAPTER NINE reflexes. Slowly, he swung his legs out over the edge of for us. Maybe we should contact Big Momma for the bed and pushed himself to a sitting position. instructions." "Please, Sir, May I Have Some More?" "That's very good," said Steve, and Alex felt like one of "No!" Alex spoke sharply. "No," he repeated more his day-care charges who had just gotten a star on his softly. "We'd have to make contact through this Oregon forehead. Alex dreamed he had been strapped down in a Ghost character. If we do, the fans will know how iffy runaway centrifuge. The module spun faster and faster. "They tell me it snows a little every night up here," said the whole scheme is and then . . ." Doc. He brought the milk over. Even during the G-forces sat on his bones like mountains. Under the summer. It's colder in California than it used to be; but steady pull his face dripped away and pooled around L.A. only gets snow a couple times a year. Here, drink "And then?" his naked skull. He kept trying to cry out that he wanted this. It's good for you." off now; but he couldn't speak. "And then they might give the effort up. Do you want to Alex took the glass with both hands and drank. Milk be stuck down here the rest of your life?" Then he heard drapes slithering, and sunlight warmed was good stuff. Too bad they didn't have milk in the his face. "Wake up!" a cheerful voice insisted. "Time for habitats. That mix-it-with-water powder didn't count, soorya narnaskar!" Alex kept his eyes closed and "No, but-—" and they would run out of it sooner or later. Sooner or practiced the savasam pose. Go away, Steve, I'm later they would run out of everything, including time. dead. "Look. They're already in deep enough for what they've He clenched his fists around the glass. He was already done. We'll just let things go long enough to probably better off on Earth. You could still run out of see if there is any chance at all. Then . . . Then, we'll But the man would not be put off. He shook Alex by the things on Earth, you could still die; but the margin for shoulder. "Come on, you two. Discipline is the key. decide." error was not nearly so thin. You've got to work at this every day." "All right, Alex," Gordon said doubtfully. "You're the There was a knock on the door. "Come on in," Alex Alex opened one eye. Steve stood between the two boss." called. "Everybody else has." beds, legs akimbo and hands balled on his hips. He reminded Alex of a coiled spring. If the Downers could Alex relaxed into the pillow and closed his eyes. The It was Mike Gilder. He waved. "Good morning, all." He only find a way to tap Steve's energy, they could use it room did not become any darker. He listened to his found the most comfortable chair in the room and sank to melt the glaciers. pulse pushing the blood through his arteries. "Gordon?" into it. "Bad news," he announced. "Bruce tried to Beyond him, Alex saw Doc setting up two trays. Tall contact Ron Cole last night through the Oregon Ghost. "Yeah?" glasses of milk. A high-calcium diet. "Whatever No go. The Ghost says Cole is reachable only through the Museum switchboard and no one wants to say happened to privacy?" he asked. anything over a line where there might be listeners. The "She's too old for you." Ghost says he can't vouch for the Titan, either. He says "Alex," said Gordon. "It snowed last night." he heard the stories, too, back in the old days; but he Gordon didn't answer right away. "She's younger than doesn't know how close to the truth they were." she looks, Alex," he said after a moment. "Gravity." He opened both eyes and turned to see Gordon standing (standing!) with his hands braced on the "Go to sleep, Gordo." Alex tried to roll over on his side. window sill. His breath made little clouds in the air and Doc looked up. "What are we going to do, then?" He almost made it. Good news from all over. steamed the glass. Alex stifled a groan. If Gordon could do it . . . He pushed the comforter and the blankets off Mike shrugged. "Bruce wants to take Bob and me down to Chi to check things out in person." his body. With that much weight removed he felt as if he could float out of bed. Careful, Alex. Watch those Page 59 of 166 Steve led them through their asanas. Stretch. Bend. Alex grunted and noticed how his breath smoked. It "Just remembering. Nat Reynolds used to make Irish was not cold, exactly; not like it had been on the Rest. Stretch. Bend. Rest. "I am your transcendental coffee at conventions. Long time ago. What happened glacier. But it was chilly. Pleasantly cool, actually. More drill sergeant," Steve declaimed. "Meditate, you slugs! to him?" Yam, two, three, four!" As Alex came out of the Eight- comfortable than the shirtsleeve warm habitats. There was no problem dumping waste heat on this habitat! "Is Pointed Repose, he noticed that Doc was performing "Exiled," Steve said. "After he got busted and they were the asanas along with them. it always this nippy in the morning?" he asked. all set to charge him with subversion-—" Yesterday, he had been too groggy from the van ride to notice. He had to admit that he felt much better afterward. "Subversion how" Alex asked. "I thought-—isn't the However, he and Gordon were so exhausted by the Constitution still in effect?" Steve struck a pose. " `To conserve, we all should mild workout that they took refuge once more in their strive. Thermostats at fifty-five,' " he quoted. "It'll warm wheelchairs. "Don't worry about it," Steve told them. "For most things," Mike said dryly. "There's freedom of up later. Body heat from fifth-odd fans." "Each day you'll be able to stay on your feet a little speech for politics and so forth. But no one has the longer." right to deceive people. Back in the '90s one of the "Some of them very odd," said Mike. "Steve, who was Green organizations sued the publisher of a science that fellow who used the thermostat law to commit "That's right," said Doc. "You should have seen me fiction book and won. Didn't cost the publisher much, murder? What was it . . . two, three years ago?" before Steve took me in hand." He squeezed his left but the author was held liable as well. So after bicep with his right hand. "Muscles had gone soft. I Reynolds wrote The Sun Guns-— "Don't recall his name anymore. Papers on the Coast tired easily. Now, I've never felt better." didn't play it, up very big. Massachusetts?" "I read this," Gordon said. "About satellite power plants Steve looked at him. "There's more to yoga than to stop the Ice?" physical conditioning." "Hyannis." "Yep, that's it," Mike said. "Well, Friends of Man and the "Breakfast time," said Sherrine. She pushed her way "What are you two talking about?" Gordon demanded. Earth sued him. Class action suit for fifty million bucks through the door backward, her hands griping a tray for deceiving the people. Got a preliminary judgment "There was a rich old man and an impatient young stacked with steaming dishes. Alex admire the view. suppressing publication of the book. Reynolds wouldn't heir," Mike explained. "The old man had pneumonia. Then he noticed Gordon watching and scowled. Neither take that and let the book be published anyway and of them were up to that sort of exercise; but Gordon that was contempt of court, so then they wanted him on EPA said to turn our thermostats down; so the nephew would beat him to it. criminal charges." did it. He was just being a good citizen." He scratched his beard thoughtfully. "He must have inherited enough money to hire a good lawyer, because it never came to Sherrine set the tray on the lamp table. Mike tried to Sherrine shuddered. "And once you're a criminal, they look over her shoulder to see what she had brought. trial." can do anything to you. Reeducation. Community "The kitchen is a madhouse," she said. "Ol' 3MJ is service." down there flipping flapjacks himself. But Shew and "Government wouldn't want it to come to trial," said Wolfson and Curtis and a couple of others are helping Steve. "Good-intentioned laws aren't allowed to have "Well, they caught him, but he and his lawyers worked out, too. bad spin-offs." out a deal. Reynolds gave up U.S. citizenship and was deported to Australia. The Aussies always did like him. "Damn," Sherrine said. He didn't want to go, but he didn't really have much Mike shrugged. "Whichever. The DA was really frosted, choice." though." "What?" Steve asked. "Things are pretty rough down there, too," Doc said. "But better than here. Hell, everywhere is better than here." Page 60 of 166 They were quiet for a moment, then Mike said, "The Down here they were rich enough to support useless "Why not what?" important thing is, is anybody making waffles?" people, but there were so many! All concerned about their own careers and perks in the midst of the struggle She stood up and bounced to the center of the room. "If Sherrine held a plate out to him. "Here. I brought you for survival. we're going to loft a rocket we should pack it with gifts. some." She gave plates to Alex and Gordon. Alex As much as it will take. Not just oatmeal, but . . . Oh, studied his meal and nearly wept. These people had no "Fen are different," Doc said. "At least since the fringe everything. Anything! Anything we've got down here idea how wealthy and fortunate they were. Eggs. Real fans gafiated. That was one benefit of government that the Angels need!" eggs from a real hen. And porridge made from cereal intimidation. A lot of the cuttle fish are gone." His voice grain. None of it powdered or freeze dried or took on an edge. "You know the ones I mean. The Doc raised his eyebrows. "That's a great idea, Sherri. reconstituted or resurrected or derived from a vat of exhibitionists. And the so-called fans who abused It'll show the Angels that they've still got a few friends green slime. He savored a spoonful of oatmeal. 3MJ's hospitality by stealing his memorabilia. down here. What sort of stuff do your folks need, Alex?" Nowadays the camaraderie is more like it was during "That's one of the things I missed while I was fafiated," First Fandom. It's a smaller group, but closer knit." "What do we need? What don't we need?" Alex Sherrine continued. wondered how well-informed the fans were about "The Few, the Proud, the Fen," said Mike. conditions in the habitats. Not very, he suspected. Mike looked puzzled. "What? Crowded kitchens?" "Bacon and eggs. Meats of any sort. Milk. Carrots, Steve nodded. "FIAWOL," he agreed. broccoli, everything you were serving at the Meet the Readers Party Hell, any vegetable. You have foodstuffs "No, it's the way fans pitch in and help spontaneously. down here that some of our folks have never seen, let 3MJ didn't have to ask a single person for assistance." Alex held up his bowl. "More gruel, please." alone eaten." Doc nodded. "They seen their duty and they done it." Gordon laughed. "No, no, it is 'Please sir, may I have "Chitlins and collard greens?" asked Steve. some more?' " "Out in the danelaw, nobody helps out unless there's "Sure." something in it for them. I always had to watch my back Mike roared. "You like that stuff? Don't you have 'gruel' at the University. You wouldn't believe the bureaucratic where you come from?" "You guys must really be desperate." in-fighting that goes on there, and the goddam union laws-—" "Oh, sure," Alex retorted. "We make it from the wheat we harvest on our limitless acres." "Have you ever lived on a diet of lettuce and mustard "I would," said Mike, wagging an impaled fragment of greens? Zucchini, sometimes. We do grow vegetables, waffle. "That's why I left the IRS. The grunts at the "Well, if it's cereal you want," said Sherrine, "you've but there are never enough. You can't eat spider plants! P.O.D.'s were okay. They were just trying to do their come to the right place. What Wall Street is to junk And some of our plant species have died off. We jobs-—almost impossible, considering how convoluted bonds, Minneapolis is to cereal grain." synthesize a lot of vitamins, but nutritional deficiencies the law is-—but the political hacks . . ." He shook his are one of our biggest worries." Along with solar flares, nitrogen outgassing, shortages of metals and plastics, head. Mike scratched his beard again. "Take some home with and you name it. But let's not disillusion anyone. you, why don't you? I'm sure we could stick a case of Alex could sympathize with him. Lonny Hopkins was a Quaker Oats or Cream of Wheat into the Titan with son of a bitch; but, to give the devil his due, he was a "Food, then," said Mike. "Geez, we should name the you. A gift from Earth." ship The Flying Greengrocer." perfectly sincere son of a bitch. And up there, you did your part or you died. If you screwed up, maybe you "Hey!" said Sherrine. They all looked at her and she killed someone whose relatives resented it, maybe you "Seeds, Mike," said Sherrine. "Not live plants. Call it spread her arms apart. "Why not?" killed yourself, maybe something else, but the margins Johnny Appleseed." She went to the small lamp table were too thin for drones. Page 61 of 166 and rummaged in its drawer, emerging with a pencil "Sure. We can include a couple of bulk bottles of "Okay," said Steve. "We send up everything we can and a small pad of note paper. concentrated multivitamins." get, though. Why not? Seeds are small. They weigh next to nothing; and they'll keep practically forever." Mike scowled. "I knew that. I am the county ag agent, "And tomatoes," Mike added. "Rich in vitamin A and you know. Not that I know a damn thing about it-—" they're easy to grow hydroponically." "Is good," Gordon said. "When we know how much mass we can take up, we can ask station commander "Then how the hell did you get the job?" Doc "We have some of those," Alex said. "But they went what is needed. I think is not proper to ask until-—" demanded. "As if I didn't know." bad. Started making people sick. We still grow tomatoes, but we make fertilizer out of them, mulch for The room fell silent. "Until you believe in this," Sherrine "Seniority, of course. I was able to bump out someone the moon rock soil." said. "Don't get their hopes up." else. Helps that I can claim minority ancestry." "Tomato seeds. Several varieties." Sherrine wrote "Something like that," Alex said. "I mean-—we're rapidly. "You must need hydroponic chemicals, too. grateful, and you're risking everything, and-—" "What kind of minority, white man?" Steve asked. Even with closed loop recovery, there have to be "Yes, just so. Native American," Mike said. "Doesn't losses. What do you need for that?" "But it's pretty mad to talk about finding an old Titan, fueling it up, and lighting it off," Doe said. "Of course it show, does it?" He shrugged. "But we can claim it, so I is. But-—" He held up a finger. The others joined in do. The point is, I may be able to get stuff, and I can "Nitrogen, for one thing," Alex said. unison as he said, "It's the Only Game in Town." Doc's sure get access to the library records." "Potassium nitrate," said Gordon. They all looked at eyes lit. "Spices. Pepper. Thyme. Savory. Oregano. Sweet Basil. Dill-—parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme He pushed himself out of his armchair and paced the him in surprise. "Potassium nitrate," he repeated. "You . . ." room, rubbing his fist with his hand. "You'll want plants know. Saltpeter." to satisfy three needs," he continued, thinking aloud. Alex's mouth watered. Mythical flavors from childhood. "Hot damn! Who would ever have thought that a county "Flower seeds," said Steve. "Ketchup," he remembered. "And mustard. Peanuts. agent and the space program . . . Well, okay, nutrition is one. You want maximum food value for minimum Alex looked at him in surprise. "Can't eat flowers," he Gordon, you have never tasted peanut butter. And not just foodstuffs, either." As long as he was daydreaming, energy input. Oxygen production and CO2 scrubbing is said. why not daydream big. "We could use all sorts of another. And radiation hardening. So . . ." He paused materials. Machine tools, too." and rubbed his face. "I should sit down and put Steve shook his head. "Not for food. But as long as you together a list, balancing all three needs. But for a start need plants to produce oxygen, some of them might as . . . Sherrine, write these down: green leafy vegetables well be pretty." "Plastics," said Gordon. "They can be shredded and and yellow vegetables. Sweet potatoes, carrots, remolded. Could always use more." spinach." "Pretty is fine," Gordon said. "But pretty takes time, Alex shook his head. "Plastics would be too bulky to lift too." He shrugged. "Here you are rich. So much to eat. "Why them?" asked Gordon. in useful quantities. We need things that are small and Not made of algae." valuable." "They're great sources of vitamin A," Doc told him. "Green slime," Alex said. "Good stuff. Bubble waste "Important for bone growth, and radiation resistance." "Don't rule anything out, yet," said Sherrine. "We're water through a vat of green slime. Takes out the brainstorming." ketones. Dissolve the carbon dioxide. It grows, and you "Tocopherol, vitamin E. That's good for radiation, too," can bake it into bread . . ." said Steve. "Too bad you can't grow plastic from seeds," said Doe. "Like you can plants." Page 62 of 166 "But you can!" Mike said suddenly. abandoned when genetic engineering "was outlawed. "Forget the chickens," said Mike. "Take fertilized eggs. Later, it was burned by a Green hit squad." They take up less space. Hatch 'em in an incubator. Use the hens for egg production. Keep a rooster or two "What?" Doc grunted. "Hunh. Burning plastic corn? I'll bet it for breeding stock and use the rest for meat." released a toxic smoke cloud." "Well, not quite; but . . . There was an experimental "But we don't have a chicken incubator," said Gordon. field-—in Iowa?-—where they grew plastic corn. Alcaligenes eutrophus is a bacterium that produces a "Sure. But that was the fault of the scientists, not the brittle polymer. Eighty percent of its dry weight is a arsonists. They burned one of the scientists, too." "Build one. We can put the design and operating naturally grown plastic: PHB, poly-beta-hydroxybutyrate manual on a disc." . . ." "My grandmother would know," said Sherrine. "Hell's bells," interjected Doc. "Give 'em a whole library "Contains only natural ingredients!" declared Steve with on disc. SF, too, of course. They must be getting tired Heads turned. a grin. of reading the same books over and over. As for the rabbits and guinea pigs, just take the germ plasm. You "My grandmother. She's a genetic engineer, remember? If anyone knows where we could lay hands have a sperm bank, don't you?" "Researchers found they could coax the bug into producing a more flexible plastic by adding a few on a culture of this A. eutrophus, she would." organic acids to the glucose 'soup.' They cloned the "Well, uh, yes. For humans." polymer producing enzymes-—oh, 1987 or so-—and Alex felt a tingle in his limbs. They weren't just joking spliced them into E. coli. Later, they spliced them into "Good. Frozen sperm, then. Frozen ova, too. Mix 'em in around any more. They could make it work. Foodstuff. turnips, and finally corn. That was the bonanza. The vitro. Though you'll still want to take a few females Seeds. Vitamins. Spices. Plasi-facient bacteria, for mother lode of plastic. The corn grew plastic kernels. along, just in case. Ova are more delicate than sperm." crying out loud! They could actually make it happen. Think of it: plastic corn on the cob," he chuckled. They knew where to find the stuff. Or they knew people "Shuck the cobs and you get pellets. Perfect for melting who knew. He glanced at Gordon, who was looking "Is diversity problem in sperm bank," said Gordon in a forming machine hopper." straight at him, reading the hope in his eyes. thoughtfully. "Gene pool is limited." Doc frowned. "And you plant some of the plastic seed "Mars Needs Women!" shouted Mike. Sherrine looked Sure. Make the payload valuable enough and Lonny corn and grow more? That doesn't sound right." Hopkins himself would fly out and grab it, Alex up from her notepad and blushed a deep crimson. MacLeod and all. Before she could say anything, Bruce Hyde spoke from Mike shook his head. "No, that was the problem, plastic the doorway. seeds don't germinate. So you'd still need the original "How would you handle meat, though?" asked Doc. "No bugs, but you can breed them in vats and harvest the seeds. No pills." "Do I want to know what this discussion is about?" polymers directly Not as efficient as the corn, but. . . They were this close to cracking the sterility problem when the National Scientific Research Advisory Board "Small animals. Rabbits. They breed fast and they're Sherrine and the others told him, all talking at once. He relatively meaty for their size." looked at Alex. "Will it work?" halted all testing." "It sounds fantastic," said Alex. "Where can you find "Guinea pigs? The Incas used those." Alex shrugged. "Why fly an empty truck? As long as we have enough fuel to lift the mass." And that would be a this bug?" pretty problem! Trading altitude for cargo. There had to "Chickens." enough cargo to make a rendezvous cost-effective. "A. eutrophus? In the hold of the Flying Dutchman. It's The more, the better. But more cargo, less altitude; and just a story that agents pass around. The test plot was "Hold it. Hold it. This rocket is starting to sound like a Lonny would have to use more fuel to match orbits, and Central American bus." Page 63 of 166 . . . Where was the break-even point? It was a question the rationing list and others were at the bottom. If could work." Gordon's blanket was a dull monochrome, of minimizing the rendezvous costs while maximizing Lonny or Mary or hydroponics chief Ginjer Hu fell sick, which secretly pleased Alex. the cargo value. A minimax problem. But it wouldn't do there would be medicine available. "Essential any good to try and calculate an answer. Too many personnel." If Alex MacLeod fell sick . . . "But, there are so many things that could go wrong . . ." indeterminates-—Lonny would be making his own decisions anyway. And if he did climb back into orbit with a rocketful of Alex slashed the air with his hand. "Of course there are! goodies, would his name move up the list? More to the Don't teach your grandmother to suck eggs-—" "Alex?" Steve was waving a hand at him. point, how much could they realistically take with them in a Titan, anyway? Brooding, Alex dropped out of the "Sorry, Alex." brainstorming session. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" "-—We don't even know if we have a ship. Or whether "Not only medicines," said Sherrine, "but other "I asked about spare parts and fittings," said Steve. we can fuel it. Or a thousand other things. We don't chemicals, too. 3MJ has chlorine for his pool right here. know how much cargo we can load; or what kind and He might let us have some." "We can fabricate most of what we need," Alex told how much will convince the station to bring us in. It's him, "if we have the materials and the machine tools." got to be the right stuff. And we can't ask Big Momma "Metals, too," said Gordon ". . . Nah. Too heavy. We without tipping our hand and maybe losing the fans' Maintenance was the one activity in the habitats that would not lift enough metal to matter." was absolutely crucial. "We can scavenge and salvage help. There are a thousand details, and if any one of most materials, although we're always short and more them fails, the whole idea collapses like a burnt-out would always be welcome; but machine tools and dies Bruce laughed. "What do you suppose the Titan is star. So what do you want to do? Give up and stay for the machine shop are essential. Some of our blades made of? If we can loft it hard enough, we can put the down here in the Well for the rest of your life?" and drill bits and molds have been reground or booster into a recoverable orbit. Then your people can resharpened until they're useless." mine it to their heart's content." "No, but you don't have to prove-—" "Machine tools would be small," said Mike, "but heavy." "What do you know what I have to prove?" "No critiques, yet," Sherrine reminded him as she Later, when they were alone for a few minutes, Gordon Gordon pressed his lips together and looked away. wrote. "What else?" looked at him with widened eyes. "It cannot work, but "Nichevo." they believe-—do you believe, too?" "Surgical implements," said Doc. "I'm sure people up "Damn right." Alex turned his wheelchair away. So, why there still suffer injury and illness." He shuddered. "I'm Alex arranged the blanket around his legs. He was he being so hard on the kid? Deep down, he knew trying to imagine resharpened scalpels and smoothed the green paid cloth, tucking the folds out of that they were cut off from home forever. This business hypodermics." sight. Experimentally, he pulled on the chair's wheels with the Titan was just half-baked wish fulfillment. What and was pleased to see that he could roll himself did the shrinks call it? Denial? Crash a scoopship, did across the room. As Doc had told him, the upper body Alex nodded. "You're right. I'd forgotten. Shots hurt." you? Stupid dipper fell into the Well? Hey, no problem. strength would come first. It was the muscles needed We'll just patch together an old derelict missile; stuff it for standing and walking that needed the training. That with a cornucopia of wonderful goods, and sail home to "And medicines," continued Doc. "All sorts. You must and replenishing the bone calcium. He looked at triumph. Lonny Hopkins will be humiliated, and Mary have to ration what medicines you have mighty close." Gordon. will be so enchanted that she will finally leave him and we will all live happily ever after. Doc might as well have pierced him with one of his "I think it could work. The essence of trade is 'Cheap scalpels. Rationing . . . In a society of scarcity there here; dear there.' Make the cargo valuable enough and "Ah, cheer up, Gordo," he said. "The damned rocket was always rationing; and some people were on top of get the rocket close enough and, yes, it damn well will probably blow up on the launch pad anyway." Page 64 of 166 "Blankets." a bucket of chlorine powder aboard. So, we don't have to load up-—on chlorine or anything else-—right now." CHAPTER TEN He turned his head. "Hunh?" She shrugged. "Where's the harm?" Gordon tugged at his lap warmer. "Blankets. Cloth. " . . . . One of the Forces of Nature" How many times can you repatch worn-out shorts or Bob rubbed his shoulders. "It's heavy." halters?" She didn't answer him. She huddled deeper in her coat, "Oh. Sure, sure. Tell Sherrine when she comes back." squinting at the snow flurries stirred up by the wind. Sherrine held the door of the van open while Bob rolled The breeze hummed like a tenor pipe where it blew the tub of powdered chlorine inside. He put it in place across the archway between the main building and the "Alex?" against the wall and mopped his head with a kerchief, garage and parking apron. Like a ghost, she thought. glancing back over his shoulder at the tarp-shrouded The Ghost of Minneapolis Past. swimming pool. "This is stupid." "What?" "Cold?" asked Bob. "I didn't want to ask before, but what is corn on the "Tremont said we could take as much as we wanted. He doesn't think it will ever be warm enough to use the cob?" pool again." She followed his gaze to the pool. A layer "No," she said. of ice encrusted the tarp. One day soon, it would never A flicker of images like an old silent movie. Golden corn glistening with melted butter. Picnic table spread on a melt. It was sad, knowing that the pool was doomed, His mouth twitched and he stuck his hand back in his that no one would ever laugh and splash in it again. pocket. "Me neither." After a few beats, he spoke again. bright summer's day. The merest of chills in the air, the "Is Bruce going to tell the rest of the Con what's going distant kiss of infant glaciers. Hot dogs on the barbecue. Mom and Dad laughing to each other across "That wasn't what I meant." on? I had to teach a thermo class this morning, so I missed whatever you decided at the meeting. The the picnic table. The tangy smell of baked beans. traffic was tied up around the fraternity houses. They're Sherrine folded her arms against the chill. "So?" getting ready for some sort of Greekfest." "Don't worry about it. We'll have a picnic and you'll see for yourself. Spread a blanket and . . ." He stopped "Lugging this crap all the way to Chicago. It's the kind "Call in sick, like I did." suddenly and studied his lap blanket. Not just plaid. of thing Crazy Eddie would come up with." Light and dark green, with yellow and red pinstripes. It was the MacLeod tartan. And Gordon Tanner's blanket "Alex told us that the Angels need all sorts of He shook his head. "I owe them." was ... a solid tan. chemicals. The space stations aren't perfectly closed systems. You know that. They were never designed for "Who, the University?" He laughed suddenly and Gordon gave him an odd permanent, isolated habitation-—and there's no look. So, launching them back into orbit involved chlorine on the moon. You're just jealous because you "No, my students. It takes a lot of guts to sign up for a thousands of details, did it? He felt a sudden illogical weren't there and you didn't think of it." And why did science course these days. To put up with the taunts surge of optimism. These fans were people who cared Bob have to throw cold water on her idea? He himself and harassment. As long as they show up, I'll show about details. "Gordo," he said, "we've got to approach had pulled her into this. up." this whole thing in a more positive frame." He leaned back against the van and stuffed his hands "I'm glad I'm staff, not faculty." "What do you mean?" in his jacket dockets. "We don't know yet if Cole even has a rocket," he said. "And if he does, we can't just "The Dean insists that we add creationism and crystal climb aboard and take off from downtown Chicago with "Why, there are a thousand things that could go right!" theory and spiritualism to the curriculum." Page 65 of 166 "They already have those-—" She gave him a fierce look. "I was, damn you. I was She jerked her shoulder away from him. "I wasn't happy! Thank you, Robert K. Needleton, for prying me talking about running." Yes, you were. "I'm not like you. "Not as equal time in the physics and chemistry out into this cold, mean, miserable world." I can't laugh about it. I can't make jokes. It depresses me. You'll be making wisecracks about crystal-heads departments." and proxmires until the day they hang you for "Do you want to go back?" technophilia-—" Sherrine whistled low. She shook her head. "You can never go back. As long "They don't hand you for that. They send you to "Yep," Bob said. "The science departments are as you keep your eyes shut tight, you can pretend resisting-—we had a meeting after my class-—but it's a whatever you like. But once you open them, all your reeducation camps." question of marketing and sales. Of putting warm pretenses are gone. Even if you shut them again, you bodies behind desks. We told the Dean that there was know. I was getting along, day by day. Nothing was too "Whatever. But, for me . . . I can't go back; so I've got to no objective evidence for any of that crap. You know right; but nothing was too wrong, either. Now, you and go on." your Angels and-—" She waved an arm at the Tre- what he said?" house. "—all this. It's reminded me how gray and awful He nudged her with his elbow. "Here comes Chuck. things have become. People ask me what my 'sign' is. You never did tell me what you guys decided this The sky was a slate gray; the cloud deck, low and It used to be a joke; but they're serious. We have a morning. What do we tell the others?" oppressive. Sherrine stared up into the gloom. "No. Supreme Court justice now who consults the stars What?" instead of the Constitution. And the Luddites. Anytime "Oh. It's still a secret. Just us and the Ghost. What they someone suggests doing anything, it's 'this might "He said that the alleged objectivity of materialist happen' and 'that might happen' and 'think of the risks don't know can't get them in trouble." She straightened science was an invention of heterosexual, white males, involved.' But you can't do nothing, either. Oh, and stepped away from the van. "Hi, Chuck." so we shouldn't use that as a basis for judgment." sometimes I just want to shuck it all. Go somewhere Chuck Umber was agitated. His beard jutted out. "The else." Con is busted," he said. "The cops are on their way." She looked sharply into his face. For a change, he was not laughing. "What did you tell him?" "Where?" Sherrine stiffened. The police were coming? They would catch her here, among fans. She would lose her "Nothing." She looked back up into the sky and hummed softly. job. She would . . . "How do you know?" she asked. "And that was one small step, and afire in the sky . . . " All the fire had done out of him, even the anger. "Secret source." Ominous. She said, "And?" "Sorry, all those trains have been cancelled." A closet fan in the police department. She remembered "I said nothing. It was like I'd been caught explaining "Except one." a civilian analyst who'd been active before. Probably a something to a door, or a telephone recording. I felt like secret Hocus subscriber-— such a fool." "Maybe." He placed one mittened hand on her shoulder. "Sherrine. People like us, we should stay "Look, you've got to leave now," Umber said. "There's "That's why I love working with computers. They're here and fight." still time before they get here." logical. Rational. They do exactly what you program them to do. And that forces you to be logical, too." She "And lose." shook her head. "But the anthropomorphic nonsense I She turned to climb in the van. Bob grabbed her have to put up with from users . . ." arm."Wait! Gabe and Rafe!" She looked into his eyes. "Losing is better than running." "We've got to find them," he said. "I thought you were happy in your little niche." Page 66 of 166 "They're with Thor and Steve," she told him. "They'll get pulled out of the parking apron. "Sherrine, where's your 3MJ allowed himself a moment to appreciate Pat them out." badge?" Davis's mermaid. The tail was split so she could walk. She seemed to swim along the corridor. Much skin was showing, and much more implied. Her fine blond hair "Gabe and Rafe," Chuck said. "Dell 'Angelo. A pair of "My-—? Back at the apartment." bobbed and waved almost as if she were underwater. angels?" "Good thing," Bob said. He pulled on the radio panel. It opened, and he dropped his badge into the cluttered Priorities. Who had to run, who could stay? The nature "Chuck-—" people were safe. The Greens didn't hate them, except cavity. for their association with technophiles. The kids were "Don't worry," Chuck said. "I didn't hear a thing. We'll all right, too young to worry the cops. Students would get them out. Now go! The fewer people in your van, SHERRINE HARTLEY, her badge said, and the little William Rotsler figure looked fondly up at the letters, get lectures, maybe some remedial reading on the less suspicious you'll look at the roadblocks." thinking, "Infatuation Object." It wasn't hidden in her Ecodisasters, but students could get away with a lot. apartment. She'd thought it too dangerous. She'd "Roadblocks?" People with mundane jobs were in trouble. Get them thrown it away. out first, since even if they weren't arrested, they could "Yeah. This isn't any ordinary bust. The 'danes are out lose their jobs. And the pros. Most of them had in force. They're looking for something. This isn't just The chlorine buckets in back rolled and thumped. judgments hanging over their heads. They could be the cops, the Air Force is in it." sentenced to "community service" for not paying their Sherrine twisted in her seat and looked out the back debts. window at Chuck. He was already running back toward Again she traded looks with Bob. the Tre-house. She straightened and stare through the Wolfson raised a circled thumb and forefinger. Good. windshield. Her hands were clenched in her lap. "But I still don't know how the Air Force knew where to All the pros were hidden in the vaults below. So far no look," Umber said. "Hey, get going! Now. And get the one had ever found those. Of course, there's a first time "What is it?" Bob asked. badge off, Bob!" for anything. The Rotsler cartoon badge. Bob dropped it in a pocket. "Nothing," she said. She was thinking of all the times OK. The people are safe. Now our treasures. Most of her issue of Hocus had come late. "Don't have it on you," Chuck said. the high tech posters were already gone, leaving the paintings of wizards and elves and witches and fairies. *** Over there! A medal, stamped in aluminum from the Sherrine said, "How will we find our friends?" original Apollo 11 capsule and given to people who had "I said don't worry," Chuck told her. "I've got it all The Tre-house was in confusion. Fans grasping duffel worked on the program! Priceless. He plucked it and scoped out. Always map escape routes first thing. bags and knapsacks scampered up one corridor and put it in his pocket. None of this stuff was worth dying Head for River Road just south of the big curve near down another. Tremont J. Fielding stood in the tiled for, but this-—The bell rang insistently. 3MJ took a foyer giving directions, dividing the flow of fannish deep breath and opened it. the Bell Museum. Your friends will meet you there." refugees so that they did not bottleneck at any one exit. He wore a long, flowing cape-—his trademark-—and There were at least a dozen cops, eight blues and "Can you get them out in time?" indicated one corridor or another with his malacca several greens. Behind them was a squad of Air Police walking stick. Wolfson was at the far end of the west at parade rest, and behind them were more airmen with Chuck grinned. "Did I ever fail to get Hocus out on hallway, near the carport entrance, hustling them along. rifles. An Air Force captain was pointing to a group of time? Then I won't fail to get this issue out, either." Some of the fans were still in their hall costumes: elves, students who had run away. "Catch them and check warriors, ancient gods, aliens and spacemen. their ID. You know what we're looking for." The She climbed into the passenger seat and Chuck slammed the door on her. Bob started the van and they Page 67 of 166 sergeant nodded grimly and led four men at double normal background noise. Certainly not as high as they Green sergeant said, "and the signature is on file at the time. were during the PBA benefit last month." courthouse." "I knew we had literacy problems-—" Tremont pretended not to notice the Air Force and "Sound meters," said Zaftig. The Green looked Greens and turned to the leader of the local police. triumphant. "Yes, Officer?" he said politely. The name badge read Pyle looked uncomfortable. "There's precedent," he Sergeant Pyle. "Yes. I rent them from the EPA through the local Nader explained. franchise. I have them calibrated there every two "Sorry to bother you, sir. Are you the householder?" months." He turned to Pyle. "I'll be glad to apologize to Tremont nodded. "The Steve Jackson affair. Yes, I any neighbor who has been offended, but really, any understand." Jackson's game company had been Tremont smiled grimly. "You know who I am, Sergeant. disturbance must have come from somewhere else. Is seized by the Secret Service under just such an there anything else, Sergeant?" Yes, I'm Tremont Fielding." unsigned warrant. His computers, modems, files. Even his printers. Suspicion of hacking. And private Pyle sighed. "Yes, sir-—" He fished in his uniform ownership of unregistered modems had been legal "Yes, sir. Mr. Fielding, we're serving a complaint." pocket and pulled out a second warrant and unfolded it back then. carefully, then held it out for Tremont to read. "All right, He pulled a warrant from his jacket pocket and handed then. Suspicion of harboring dangerous fugitives." "Move aside," Zaftig said. "We'll be searching this it over. "Public nuisance. One of your neighbors place." complained about the noise from the party." "Fugitives. May I ask who these fugitives are?" Pyle looked at him. "He knows that." Tremont studied the warrant. "I see. Yes, this is all in "Read it." order. But, Sergeant, I know the noise wasn't loud enough to disturb my neighbors." Tremont knew he had stalled long enough. He stepped Tremont adjusted his glasses. He took hold of the away from the door. "Very well, Officers. But please be warrant in one hand but the policeman refused to careful. As you know, I have a number of valuable and Pyle exchanged looks with his Green partner, a relinquish it. Tremont raised an eyebrow, Spock- fragile objects d'art about the house." Sergeant Zaftig. ' And how do you 'know' that, sir?" fashion. asked Zaftig. Zaftig smirked. "Yeah. I heard." "Sorry, Mr. Fielding," Pyle muttered. "I've got to show it 3MJ spread his hands guilelessly. "I throw a great to you, but I can't let you have it." many parties, officer. Charity affairs. All those bodies, Tremont sighed and resigned himself. There would it's an easy way to warm the house. As you know, I'm a certainly be vandalism and pilferage. It was grand firm supporter of the Patrolman's Benevolent "I see." Tremont took his time reading the warrant. The larceny that worried him. Fortunately, most of the things Association. Hope you liked the party last month-—" longer he stalled, the better for everyone. "There's he considered valuable would be thought trash by the nothing about who the fugitives are." Greens. "Yes, sir." Pyle frowned. "So?" "Classified." The Greens never had liked him, but then they didn't like anybody; they reserved their affection for animals "Like everyone else, I am concerned about pollution; "Oh. And the space for the judge's signature is blank," and birds and plants, constituencies that couldn't vote especially noise pollution from my many affairs. So the them out of office. They'd steal what they could, and edge of my property is ringed with sound meters that he observed. "Just an X." destroy other stuff on general principles. The local record the noise levels. I checked them earlier tonight, police would try not to cause much damage unless they and the decibel readings have been no higher than "The judge's name is classified, too." Zaftig looked found something truly criminal going on. Tremont J. triumphant. "The mark on the warrant is witnessed," the Fielding had worked for years to raise his standing in Page 68 of 166 the community. His charity balls and fund-raisers them. Probably arguing about jurisdiction. He could not creativity and art that went into the fashioning of that helped a lot. Still, he was a known technophile. So overhear and did not want to appear nosy. artifact? An anatomically correct and self-consistent realization of an imaginary beast." Careful, he told were some of the police. But not the Greens, and they himself. It's a Monster, not an Alien. Fantasy was still had seized control of much of the bureaucracy. Wolfson approached and, tugging at his sleeve, drew marginally acceptable; but just barely so. He hoped the him aside. Tremont bowed his head so Wolfson could policeman would not read the provenance plaque. It was the Air Force that worried him. Why were they whisper into his ear. "They're all gone or in the Maybe Will had managed to pocket it. here? Just who were these fugitives they wanted? He hideaway, except, for the Lunarians and the two neos had a pretty good guess. The dell 'Angelo brothers. in the wheelchairs. There wasn't enough room down Wheel chairs, neofans made into instant guests: it had below." "Art," the cop grunted. "I don't see no NEA sticker." to be them. What were they wanted for? He edged closer to the Air Force people. "It was made before-—before NEA approval was Tremont raised his head and blinked rapidly. "Oh, dear." The Angels! And no one had known to put them necessary. Even today not all art is government subsidized." And the National Endowment for the Arts It was clear that they were really in charge. They'd let below first. had never given a grant to fantasy or science fiction art. the local cops speak for them, but when it came to giving orders-—The Air Force captain stepped forward. "Shew and Curtis volunteered to give up their slots in the vault; but, hell, Tremont, those guys are published. "Some of the stuff you got here glorifies technology," The name tag said ARTERIA. The officer was tall, thin, The cops have their names and pictures on their list." the Green cop insisted. As if Tremont did not already with long muscles. The helmet strap was buckled, know it. "You don't want to glorify technology, do you?" hiding part of the face. The hands were gloved. The Tremont touched his arm. "Don't worry. Tell the grips on the holstered pistol had been customized, and Lunarians to execute Plan Two. They'll know what to "Maybe he needs some education," another Green the weapon seemed well worn. do. Chuck Umber laid it all out before he left." said. "Community service." Arteria faced the troops. "We'll conduct this search Wolfson licked his lips. He watched the police barking "Mr. Fielding is all right," a policeman said. "Good law systematically." The voice was a slightly fruity contralto. into their wrist corns. "All right," he said. "I won't worry." and order man. Come on, lay off." "Start on the third floor and work your way down. Remember what the description flyer says: 'spectrally And I should leave it at that-—He couldn't. "Do you *** tall supermen.' So be careful." Arteria handed out dislike all technology? Such as the technology that sketches which Tremont recognized from the television When they hauled out the Pierson's puppeteer made the cloth for your uniforms, or developed the broadcast the night before. "And remember, the skeleton, Tremont kept his face stoically composed; but electric cars you drove here?" Government wants them intact and unharmed." inwardly his heart cracked as he wondered what he would say to Will Waxman. The puppeteer was his The Green looked surprised. "That's appropriate Spacemen. Dell 'Angelo. Angels. Of course. For a prize possession. Tremont pulled his cape closed and technology," he said. moment Tremont felt hurt that the Con Committee changed his grip on his walking stick. Will knew the hadn't told him. What difference would it have made? risks involved in attending a con. He would buy Doc a * * * They were welcome here, whatever the cost. drink the next time their paths crossed and they would both shake their heads over their losses. The foyer was empty again, except for the three head The soldiers clattered up the stairs and fanned down cops, when the Lunarians made their move. Most of the the three wings. Tremont could hear them stamping "Look at that crap," said one of the cops, pointing to the searchers were still scattered across the two upper about overhead. He sighed, but did not leave the foyer. puppeteer. floors, but Arteria and the two sergeants stood in a The head cops-—Air Force blue, darker police blue, cluster at the foot of the grand staircase taking reports and green-—huddled together and argued in fierce And that really was too much. He turned to the from their squads over their wrist coms. Those, too, whispers. Tremont shook his head as he watched policeman. "Crap, sir? Crap? Do you comprehend the were "appropriate." As were the guns they carried. Page 69 of 166 The rumble of casters caught their attention, and they imposed intricate guidelines. Pyle would no doubt have the hiding holes, and their bike wouldn't start. They'd turned just as Hal Blandings and three other Lunarians to study the costume for a considerable time and from gone toward the kitchen . . . emerged from the north wing pushing a handcart with a many angles before he could decide what to do. large cardboard box on it. They headed straight across Horowitz made it to the bottom of the stairs. No one the-—foyer toward the front door. Tremont was Meanwhile, back at the front door, one of the Lunarians had noticed. He'd never have a better chance. Tremont stunned. The sheer audacity of it! Lunarian fanac was showing Zaftig a certificate proclaiming that the shook his head. It was a helluva con. Better than Nycon always inspired a certain amount of awe among the styrofoam in the box was 100 percent recycled I. more circumspect fen. But this . . . He realized that hismaterial. So was the box. "Recycling! It's important! fingers were crossed and quickly uncrossed them. The paper they use in some of those fast-food places, Zaftig yanked on the snorkel and its wearer emerged When he saw the tip of the snorkel protruding from the that's from trees! They cut down trees for that! And we dripping plastic chips, a fish hoisted from the styrofoam, he held his breath. Did they have both can recycle styrofoam. You know how much energy it styrofoamy sea. The burly bushy-haired Seth looked Angels in there? takes to recycle styrofoam? Not much. But trees, it around the foyer, wide-eyed. He took the snorkel from takes a long time to grow trees! Owls roost in trees! his mouth. "Is the book auction over already?" The three cops stared for a moment, then Zaftig Trees are important. Sergeant, aren't you for ecology?" shouted. "Hey, you four!" Zaftig grabbed him by the wrist. "Is this one of them?" The tip of the snorkel sank deeper into the chips. he asked Arteria. The Lunarians halted just at the front door. Zaftig grabbed Hal by the arm. "Got you, you technomaniac." Zaftig sprang. "There's someone hiding in this box." The AP captain scowled. "Does this look like a He pointed at the cardboard box. "That there's 'spectrally thin superman' to you?" A grunt of disgust, styrofoam," he announced. "You know better than that. Arteria stiffened and looked at Tremont. "Smuggling out but before Arteria could turn away, Horowitz had Wasting valuable resources." He grinned. "Or maybe a fugitive, are you? That was a pretty clumsy blocked the way. you don't know better. You will, though." maneuver." Horowitz stuck out his hand. "Hi, do you do interviews? "Sergeant Zaftig," said Arteria, "that is not why we are The way the AP captain said it, it sounded almost like a I'm Tony Horowitz. I'm an up-and-coming pro science here."The Green turned to the Air Force captain. "You rebuke and Tremont wanted to apologize. We didn't fiction writer. I've got several books out already, but I stay out of this, Captain. Environmental laws are my have time to be particularly clever. Arteria walked to the need to boost my circulation." jurisdiction. Anyplace, anytime." He faced Blandings. carton just as Zaftig grabbed the end of the snorkel. "What've you got to say for yourself, techie?" "A sci-fi pro?" said Zaftig. He grinned. "I think your Wolfson tapped his arm and pointed silently to the top circulation just dropped to zero. His eyes dropped then, The west hallway door opened on cue. Pat Davis of the staircase. Tremont looked and saw Anthony and the grin went away. emerged into the foyer crossed to the east hallway. Horowitz tiptoeing down. He scowled. If there was no Since she was still wearing her mermaid costume, room in the cellars for Harry and Jenny, there sure Horowitz smiled beatifically. "Yes, but think of the every male eye in the foyer followed her progress-— wasn't for a neopro like Horowitz. He'd been left to take notoriety. Jailed writers always sell more." except Zaftig, who was reading the Lunarians their his chances-—but Tony might just make it. He must rights, and Arteria, who evidently did not care for that have evaded the AP's on the second floor. The two Zaftig's eyes were locked on Horowitz's badge. A sly sort of thing. Pyle took after her. cops in the foyer had their backs to the stairs and the and dissolute cartoon face, and HAVE SEX OUTSIDE west wing. MY SPECIES. The cop was unlikely to recognize a "Sergeant Pyle!" Arteria snapped. literary reference and if he took it at face value . . . the Harry and Jenny. Where were they? Jenny was sure law wouldn't permit him to take it into consideration. Pyle muttered something about the Helms Law and the police were after her. She never quite said what for. kept going. Tremont smiled thinly. Enforcing the Tremont didn't know about Harry. No room for them in With visible effort Zaftig wrenched his eyes off the obscenity statutes was tricky business. The courts had badge. "You ain't no writer. You do sci-fi." Page 70 of 166 "We'll let The New York Times decide." 3MJ saluted with his walking stick. Fang waved back "I'm not making excuses, dammit!" and vanished out the door with the others. Then Tremont swung his stick up and rested it jauntingly Jenny and Harry came in from the kitchen. Jenny had "What if they can't find us?" across his shoulder. He turned a military about-face found the maid's uniform. When Tremont's wife was still and watched the ruckus by the door. He smiled at the alive he'd employed a housekeeper who liked wearing He paused and groped for the conversational tennis back of Arteria's head. We had just enough time to be uniforms because that way Tremont paid for her work ball. "They'll find us. Chuck arranged everything." just clever enough. clothes. Now Jenny was wearing it, a conventional black and white pinafore that looked ridiculous on She turned and looked at him. "And who is Chuck someone of Jenny's age and bearing. She'd even put * * * Umber that we should put our faith in him?" on the silly bonnet. Sherrine rolled down the passenger window of the van Bob draped one arm across the steering wheel and half Harry was wearing his own clothes, except they were and looked behind, up River Road. From where the van turned in the seat. "What's bothering you, Sherrine?" dirtier and more torn than Tremont remembered. was parked she could see the Bell Museum of Natural History. The University buildings lined the left side of "Nothing. I just don't know if this fanac is going to come "I'm sorry, sir," Jenny said. "I'd let this poor man out the the road, while the Mississippi-—this far upstream, a off." back door, but the soldiers won't let me. Here, it's this human-scale river-—curved past on the right in a gentle crescent. Directly upstream, she could see St. Anthony way-—" She led Harry toward the front door. "You don't like running off and leaving the Angels Falls. University students, bundled against the chill, behind." stood in knots along the roadside laughing and talking "Where the hell are you going?" one of the soldiers and swigging beer. Ice patches glistened in the demanded. "Who is this dude?" afternoon sun. "I noticed you jumped into the van mighty quick." But it wasn't that way at all, she remembered. Not at all. "He's homeless," Jenny said. "I gave him a hot meal." Chuck had come running out with the news and her "Roll the window up," said Bob. "You're wasting heat." first thoughts had been for herself; and for her job; and "A bum, you mean," the corporal said. that she mustn't be found here, among fans. It was Bob "I don't see them yet." She faced forward and rolled the who had asked about the Angels, when she was window back up. Crossing her arms over her chest, she "Homeless! Are you a monster?" Jenny demanded. stuck her hands under her armpits. Bob had turned the already halfway into the passenger's seat. And now . . . She turned to Arteria. "Sir, how can you let your men motor off; there was no heat. "It's not that cold, What if she'd lost them? What if she'd lost them? talk that way? I think there are laws. Don't the racism anyway," she said. laws cover this? They can't say such things-—" Bob shrugged. "I trust Chuck. It's that convoluted, intricate mind of his. He knew there wouldn't be time to "Cold enough." find Alex and Gordon and load them and their Pyle was off chasing mermaids. Arteria was buttonholed by Horowitz. Jenny was screaming at the wheelchairs in the van and leave before the police "Where I was, it was so cold our breath turned colors." Greens. Zaftig was encumbered with Seth and the arrived. It was a near thing as it was. The roadblock on She cocked her head and watched the side mirror. No Lunarians. Everyone was shouting at the top of their University Avenue would have had them." He shook his one. The students were waiting for something, but head and looked stubborn. "No, we could not and voices—and everyone but Tremont had their backs to the foyer. The north wing door opened, and two what? Not the Angels, surely. should not have taken them with us. Chuck has wheelchairs rolled swiftly and silently down the ramp. something else in mind. Something to disguise the "Sherrine, someone had to stay with the van. We Angels' feeble condition in a way the police won't Thor and Fang pushed them into the west wing. thought it would just be a short run on and off the Ice. question." So-—" Toward the carport. "It's not that. It's . . ." "You don't have to make excuses." Page 71 of 166 One of them turned around. It was Bruce. "We think "What?" She stamped her feet. How would the Angels find them in this crowd, local guide or no local guide? Chuck was we're making a getaway. What do you think?" She closed up. "Never mind." But it doesn't matter what from the Bay Area, he wouldn't have known about this. I could have done or should have done. It's what I didn't So, should she go looking for them or should she stay Sherrine's knees almost gave way. Alex grinned up even think of doing. Damn it all, when Bob had called put? from his place in one of the beds. "Hi, pretty girl," he said. "Is that the way fraternity kids talk?" that night, she should have stayed in bed. One of the beds hit an icy spot and skidded, forcing the bed next to it to swerve. The other racers shouted "We are all droogs here," Gordon said. Like those students coming down River Road. epithets and laughed as they sprinted by. Sherrine imagined the beds cartwheeling and bursting into flame "Yep," Mike said. "We didn't have enough money to She blinked and hunched forward, staring into the side- view mirror. What the hell? She cranked down the like stock cars going out of control. Then she realized bribe the cops. But droogs will get you through times of that the two stray beds were headed straight toward no money much better than money will get you through window once more. her. The students around her parted and fled. . . ." "What is it?" asked Bob. "Hey!" She grabbed Bob by the sleeve and yanked him aside. They tumbled to the frosted grass together, "Look behind us." She popped the passenger door and rolling tipsy-topsy in a snarl of arms and legs, and Bob naturally contrived to wind up on top. There was a They loaded the Angels into the van. "I was sure they'd jumped out. The students who had been waiting along crash of metal and a few shouts. Plastic crunched and caught you," Sherrine said. the roadside were lined up now, cheering and clapping. Some of them were waving pennants with gophers and Bob leapt up, leaving her prone. Greek letters on them. Farther up the road she saw a "Not a chance," said Bruce. "Chuck had it all scoped fleet of beds, a flotilla of four-posters and brass rails "That's my van!" he cried. "They smashed the tail light!" out. I don't know how he knew about the race-—" weaving toward her, white sheets flapping like spinnakers. "Fans are everywhere," Crazy Eddie said. "Actually, it "Thanks for helping me up, Bob," she said. was fun. How'd you guys like the race?" She went to the rear of the van for a better view. Bob "What? Oh. Sorry." He hoisted her to her feet and joined her there. "It's a bed race," he said. watched while she brushed herself off. "I always said I Gordon smiled weakly. "I wish I was back in the wanted to die jumping into bed with you; but this wasn't scoopship, where it is safer." The student crowd was growing thicker. Spectators quite what I had in mind. Damn, that light's broken. were running alongside the street to keep abreast of Alex grimaced. "We crashed that one, too, remember?" the racers. They were yelling and shouting Hey, you bloody vandals!" encouragement. She could see now that each bed had Gordon's smile flickered. "Third time lucky?" a passenger and was being pushed by a crew of three. She laughed. When he gave her a look, she said, "I'm Did that make them triremes, she wondered? The sorry. A hit-and-run accident with a brass bed? What'll bedsheets flaunted more Greek letters than a math your insurance company say?" "Come on," said Bruce. "Thor, Steve, Mike. Help me load them into the van before someone comes back to convention. find out what's going on." The race had passed by, with most of the spectators; but the two wrecked beds and their crews remained. "It must be a fraternity event," Bob decided. They were hunched over the beds, tending to the "You should have seen it," said Thor, as he and Mike occupants. "All right," Bob said to them, "what do you lifted Gordon into the side door. Fang and Eddie were "Why, Holmes, how clever of you!" think you're up to?" inside, helping. "It was the slickest fanac you'd ever hopemto see. Dick Wolfson and 3MJ orchestrated it "Alimentary, my dear Watson. I had a gut feeling." Page 72 of 166 like a goddam ballet. With a little help from the CHAPTER ELEVEN Thor and Fang. And the running motor kept them Lunarians and Tony Horowitz and Jenny." warm. ". . . The Lumber of the World" Mike chuckled as he helped Alex into the van. "It's like Wooden rail fences topped by barbed wire paralleled 3MJ always says. "You've got to use your Imagi- both sides of the two-lane blacktop road. Beyond the Nation.' " fences, a jumble of kames, eskers, and moraines; and nine thousand lakes strewn carelessly behind by Sherrine watched the brown, sere grasslands of yesteryear's glaciers; soon to be gathered and scoured Bruce nodded. "Or like Wallace Stevens wrote. `In the Wisconsin slide past the windows of the van. It seemed by today's. Sparse, wilted grass sagged against the world of words the imagination is one of the forces of as if she had spent half her life in Bob's vehicle. First, rolling dells of farm pastures. A corporal's guard of nature.' " the drive to Fargo; now this. The gentle shaking of the bony cattle, rib-bound and yellow-faced, chewed with suspension; the lullaby hum of the tires. And another half a heart. Someone had brought in a strain of Fang and Eddie hopped out of the van. "All secure," two days out of her life. Highland cattle, more ox than cow, hairy like the yak, said Fang. "We figure to stay here and dismantle the with huge horns. Their fur gave them advantages, but beds. Shlep the stuff back to the frat house. You guys Bruce and Mike had flown to Chicago. She could have they didn't look happy either. Their hooves kicked up can put the Angels up for the night. Tomorrow we'll gone with them. There were still flights from dust from the bare spots. Her eyes locked with one; head for Chi-town." Minneapolis to Chicago every Monday, Wednesday and they stared at each other, human to bovine, until and Friday; and the ticket prices were not completely the van had rolled past. Bob shook his head. "Whatever. You know you could out of her range. But . . . have hurt Sherri and me, ramming into the van eke The road was draftsman straight. The rural roads of that." She turned and looked into the back, where Alex and Wisconsin had been laid out by a maniac armed with T Gordon lay on air mattresses, practicing their yoga squares and straight edges. It stretched toward the "Yeah," said Mike. "Didn't you see us coming?" under Steve's guidance. Flying the Angels on a vanishing point on the horizon, where it converged with commercial flight would be risky. Eye-catching. Two the fence lines on either side. Sherrine had the sudden, gaunt, skinny beanpoles who couldn't walk . . . Bob had "Not until you were headed right for us." disorienting notion that it was the road that was fenced suggested splitting them up to make them less in, and they drove along a long, thin, blacktopped conspicuous, but Gordon had gone into a panic at the pasture. "No. You mean you didn't read the frat logo on our idea and Alex had said no, definitely not, out of the sail?" question. Sherrine wondered at that. The Angels hadn't A weathered sign dangled at the roadside. JUNCTION, seemed to be on friendly terms. COUNTY ROADS F AND CC. Wisconsin county roads Bob's eyes went round in horror, even as he whipped bore letters. A, B, C; AA, BB, CC. Steve had joked that around toward the beds. At least they were speaking to each other again. But if they found Route KKK he'd just as soon turn back. Gordon tended to slip into morose silences that needed Mike grabbed the edge of a sheet. He flapped it ("Olé!") all of Steve's cheery prodding to dissipate. Alex was no They came on the intersection, right-angled as she had and the breeze lifted it from the bed and spread it out help there. Gordon's silences seemed to disgust him. known it would be, and Bob spun the wheel and they like a flag. Sherrine read the letters and laughed. Of There was a hardness to Alex, a kind of intolerance for turned right, leaving the Interstate farther behind. course, she should have known. Who else would failure that was almost Darwinian. belong to the Psi Phi fraternity? It made sense to assume that the Interstate Highways She turned forward and resumed her study of the out of Minneapolis would be watched; sure it made ?? dreary Wisconsin countryside. Oh, well. At least this sense to take back roads. But she was tired of time she got to sit in the shotgun seat; and the van was not quite so crowded. Just Steve and the Angels and watching the richest dairylands in the world turning into desert; she was tired of watching patiently starving Page 73 of 166 milch cows convert the last of the northern prairie into chewed into muddy ruts by truck tires. Matching ruts Bob said, "Drive across the ford." cow pats and methane. Every year, more and more corrugated the farther bank. "Doesn't look like anyone water was locked into the Ice. The prairie lands at the has used that bridge for a while," Sherrine said. Fang ran one of his outsize fingers along his nose. foot of the glaciers were becoming scrub desert. Like "Maybe. But if we try to cross and get stuck, we won't West Texas, only cold. Bob hopped from the van and walked to the edge of the be up the creek, we'll be in it." creek bank. "Ford over here. Doesn't look deep." "Cornish game hens," Fang said suddenly. Bob worked his lips; then he sighed. "Yeah, you're Sherrine left the van and joined Bob at the bridge. right. Jesus, can you imagine being stuck out here in, Her head came up. "What?" Where was the county road crew? How bad had the the middle of nowhere? It's so empty. I haven't seen a infrastructure gone that they hadn't had the time or soul for the last score of miles." resources to fix this bridge? She ran her glove along "Alex! How about Cornish game hens? For the ship. the crumbling masonry. Not for a long time. They're small, but they're great eating." "Don't you believe it," said Thor. "There were eyes in every one of those farmhouses watching us as we went Thor and Fang joined them. past. They don't like or trust strangers out here. If you The Angel grunted. "They sound delicious." ain't white and Protestant, you ain't shit. Sorry, Steve." "I think the van can make it across," Bob said. "They taste like chicken." Stephen Mews was standing by the opened side door Fang walked out onto the bridge span. "Slab bridge," of the van. He shrugged. "It isn't exactly news to me." Sherrine heard the wistful humor in the older man's he commented. He crouched with his hands on his voice. "I'm sure they do." knees peering at the cracks and holes. Then he jumped Sherrine waited, shivering. It was worse than that. This across one gaping hole to the other side, and Sherrine was Proxmire country. These were the people who had "Say, Alex," said Thor. "Don't just take female animals held her breath, afraid that he might fall through. elected and reelected the nation's premier technophobe up with you. Take pregnant female animals. Embryos to the Senate, where he could give his Golden Fleece don't weigh anything and you get two critters for the Thor said, "It looks bombed. Maybe we've driven into a Award every month to some especially vulnerable mass of one." example of scientific research. war?" Bob braked suddenly and Sherrine jerked into her Most of the targets he had drawn bead on had cost less harness and then bounced against the headrest. Steve, "No. Spalling," Fang called back. "Worst case of than a single Washington bureaucrat. So how would who had been sitting lotus-fashion in the back, caught spalling I ever saw." these people react to a band of technophiles travelling himself on the back of her seat. "What the hell?" in their midst? The Senator had always voted for dairy "What causes it?" price supports. Hundreds of millions of taxpayer dollars. "What happened?" asked Alex. She supposed that if she had been a Wisconsin farmer "Water and salt get down cracks in the concrete. The she might have voted for him, too. Farm subsidies salt corrodes the steel reinforcing rods. Then the water Sherrine turned. "Are you guys all right?" never won the Golden Fleece. freezes and expands. Concrete chunks pop right out of the road surface." "I'm sorry," said Bob. "The bridge is out." Bob nodded. "Okay. We'll look for a detour. Maybe the next road over goes across." He patted his jacket. "At And the freezing season has grown a lot longer, least we can't get lost while we have the transponder. Sherrine followed his finger. The road bed crossed a Sherrine thought, and they salt the roads a lot more. We know which way we want to go. It's just a matter of crumbling concrete slab. Holes gaped in the paving and finding a road that will cooperate." corroded reinforcing bars showed through. The bridge Fang danced back to the bank where Thor waited. "So abutments looked as if they had come loose from the what do we do?" asked Thor. Fang looked at Bob. earth embankment. Off to the left the dirt had been Page 74 of 166 They trudged back toward the vehicle. "Sure hope so," look. Not too bad for a quick sketch. Sometimes Arteria "I did." said Fang. missed the art world. "You did." "Yeah," said Bob. "I'm tired of zigzagging all over "Not bad," said Jheri Moorkith over her shoulder. He Pierce County." stole a glance at Shirley Johnson, then whispered, "But "Think about it." maybe make her a trifle plumper." Sherrine took hold of the handle to hoist herself back He frowned. "Oh. But did you mean Yes, I have a sex. into the van. Fang shook his head. "Ah, sightseeing, I And you're next. Moorkith was a good-looking man, Or, Yes, I want sex?" don't mind. It's the blizzard that bothers me." He square-jawed, square-shouldered. Arteria would have pointed skyward with his chin. sketched him as a Flash Gordon-style hero . . . but her "Whichever way you want to take it." sketches never came out flattering, somehow. She Sherrine jerked her eyes upward. Black clouds huddled changed her mind and tossed the pencil to the table. Moorkith paused and stepped back. He licked his lip. on the northern horizon. The wind blew cold and from "Where's Redden? I don't have time to waste in these Arteria knew what he was thinking: Do I make the meetings." the north. There was a taste of ice in the air. pass? What if I guess wrong and she's a he? Or he's a she. Arteia had no idea which way Moorkith swung, Moorkith shrugged. "None of us do. But this is INS's Yeah, she thought. Thor and Fang have no jobs. They and so had no idea which alternative intimidated him. way of reminding us who's in charge." He leaned closer didn't have to call in and take vacation days. They and whispered, "I checked your Air Force file." could have trucked the Angels themselves, if Bob Which way would he jump? Lee Arteria sent no signals; would lend them his van. But that sunuvabitch, Bob, he but she never bluffed. had to go and volunteer to do the driving. She dropped "Ah. That is illegal, isn't it?" into her seat and pulled the door shut with a slam. Was He hadn't made his move when INS arrived. Ah, well. she in a contest with Bob to see who would take the Another shrug. "I was curious. I like to know who I'm He who hesitates is lost. most risks? working with." She stole another glance at the northern clouds while "Whom." Bob made a U-turn on the county road. Risky business, "We don't even know if the spacemen were in she thought. I sure hope I'm back at my desk next "Whatever. Didn't do any good, though. Couldn't get Minneapolis," Ike Redden insisted. "All you did Captain week. Not that she didn't have more vacation days access. You must have some good codesmiths on your Arteria, was bust a few sci-fi crazies holding an illegal coming, but . . . Risky business, she thought again, but team. But I was able to look at your credit report." meeting." at least they don't know I'm involved with the Angels. "That's illegal, too." But he wants me to know he can do "Strictly speaking, Mr. Redden," Arteria responded, "the *** it. meeting itself was not illegal. The warrant was for The INS was late for the meeting and Lee Arteria spent "Yeah. The box where it asked for sex. You wrote harboring fugitives." the time waiting by doodling on the scratch pad. All the `Yes.' " "Sci-fi nuts," said Moorkith. "Technophiles. It should be seats around the table had scratch pads and pencils in illegal." front of them. Arteria had never seen anything useful Arteria grunted and half-swiveled the chair to get a recorded on one. The pencil traced a light circle, slightly oblate. Arteria studied it, grinned and added two better look at Moorkith. "So?" "Nevertheless, there is the First Amendment." smaller circles on the sides. Chipmunk cheeks. A tiny pout of a mouth. Two large, little kid eyes, with "So, why didn't you put down the right answer?" "You tell him," said the Army rep. eyebrows twisted to give the caricature a credulous Page 75 of 166 "Maybe we need another exception. After all, Flag- "You think they were technophile subversives going to Arteria. "With that sci-fi outfit meeting it looked good. burning and disrespectful singing of the Anthem are not pick up the spacemen?" Damn it, it still looks good." covered by the First. The destruction of Mother Earth is at least as important as those issues." Moorkith smiled State Police hesitated. "It seems likely," he admitted "Agreed. We didn't find them though," Arteria said. thinly. "Got a couple of technophiles to volunteer for and hastily added: "In hindsight." They were there, though. I wonder how they worked it? reeducation, anyway." "Got an ID on the girl?" Arteria asked. Redden waved a hand in dismissal. "The tracks were Arteria hid a wry smile. And from what I could see of Eskimos. Illegals who crossed over from Canada. We those two fans, its going to be interesting as to who "No. We might have, but it wasn't our detail. One of found them in Brandon, looting." He turned to State educates whom. Police. "But this van. You claim that a whole load of your people was in charge." them went west through the Gap but only one came Redden rapped the table. "Please. That is not the back?" "Who?" business of this task force." He ran a hand through his hair. "We are searching for two aliens who entered the "That's what the trooper remembers. He was almost country illegally. If we don't locate them quickly, we will "An engineer captain named Scithers." sure it was the same van." all look very foolish." Scithers. That explains some things. "Almost sure," said Moorkith with a smirk. Translation, thought Arteria: You will look very foolish. "Didn't you search the van," asked Moorkith, "when Redden held up a hand to forestall any argument. "And What must it be like to mold your entire life around they came back? You had roadblocks up by then, they asked about the air scooper. We should follow up bureaucratic ladder climbing? To interpret every issue surely." on it. Lord knows, we have few enough leads. Have in terms of attaboys and awshits on your performance you identified the van, yet?" appraisal? Couldn't Redden see that there were State Police bristled at the implied insult. "Once we principles at stake here? At least Moorkith had were informed that the spacemen were not in their vessel, we had to take that into account, yes. A maroon The State Police captain shook his head. "Just the principles. Wrongheaded, but principles. color-—maroon. The license plate was a fake. van did leave North Dakota, but there was just one man Belonged to a car registered in Brandon." in it. It may not have been the same van." "The spacemen must be in Minneapolis," insisted the State Police commander. "It's the only big city Redden looked at the ceiling. "Two maroon vans "Fake. Why didn't you arrest him, then?" Moorkith reachable from the crash site. They had to head there. travelling Fargo Gap in opposite directions the same demanded. They would be too conspicuous in a small town. Our night," he said to no one in particular. man at Fargo Gap told us that a van from Minneapolis "The computer was down. No way to check it until too drove through there the night of the crash, and they late." were asking about the air scooper." "Then the others in the van must have gone west," said Shirley Johnson. "Or north, to Winnipeg." "Computer was down," Arteria mused. But lots of Army frowned. "The same night? How did they know citizens switched plates. Too many nitpicking about it?" Army grunted. "The Winnies would shelter them, all regulations, like an eternal swarm of mosquitos. The right." police had nearly stopped noticing. "There was a girl with them. She claimed that her grandparents lived nearby. They'd seen it come down "No," said State Police. "The tracks across the glacier "What about the girl?" Redden asked. and phoned her." were headed east. That's why we checked out all known technophiles in Minneapolis." He looked at "Okay, what about the girl?" Page 76 of 166 Redden gave an exasperated sigh, and looked again at Redden shook his head. "I've got a better idea. Our smuggled out under our noses. That man, Tremont the ceiling, as if he expected to find allies there. "Are people will cross-check Fargo residents against the Fielding, he knew. I could see it in the way he looked at you checking for grandparents near the crash site?" 'suspicious background' files." me. But where had they gone? State Police set his jaw. "No, sir. That's in North "Why?" Not west; not back to the crash site. There was no Dakota." percentage in that. Not north, either. Fans were bright, if feckless. So, east? Into Wisconsin? Maybe. They'd He gave them a superior smile. "Someone passed the have to take the back roads. The Wisconsin Glacier "Fuck North Dakota. What is this, a state's rights word to Minneapolis about the air scooper crashing. had eaten the Interstate past Eau Claire. So: where convention? This is a national security matter. If we Why would a good citizen leak a national security could they find shelter in Wisconsin? don't show some results soon, the task will be taken out issue." of our hands." Arteria smiled. Of course. "Maybe they didn't know it was national security?" And that won't look good on your record, will it? suggested Army. Whoever found the downed spacemen would shine like *** a star in this crowd. "It was out of the ordinary. It's always safest to assume that such things involve national security unless the The snowflakes impacting the windshield were no Not the Minnesota State Police. The search would be government says otherwise." longer melting. They built into fluffy white masses outside his balliwick. It probably was already, but these shoved aside by the impatient, ice-encrusted wiper fools didn't see it yet . . . blades. The blacktop ahead of them was turning as "Say," State Police brightened. "Why not check long- gray as the heavens. Gravid snow clouds piled up distance telephone calls between Fargo and above them. Flickers of static electricity played along Wait, now. Army, across the table from Arteria, was Minneapolis?" and within them as they rubbed against the sky. Bob smiling like the cat that ate the 500 pound canary. He's was hunched over his wheel, peering into the gathering on to something; or he thinks he is. And he's got a Arteria listened passively and continued doodling. gloom. national writ, like the Air Force; so state borders don't Everyone had a channel to try. Everyone had an angle bother him. And Johnson, she would try to track their that might give results. Hell, who knew? Maybe Shirley quarries by channeling to some two-million-year-old Johnson's avatar would pass the word. They would find They were in the hill country below Prairie du Chien avatar. now, after hours of racing the snow clouds south. The out who had the spacemen. And everyone would try to snow clouds were winning. The roads in this part of the keep it a secret from everyone else, so they would not state were twistier; the farms were tucked into dells and Where was the FBI? Was Redden keeping them out for have to share credit. That's what teamwork was all hollows. Property values had boomed after it became jurisdictional reasons; or were they running their own about. known that this corner of Wisconsin had been free of search? Or both. Wouldn't that be a hell of a note, if the glaciers the last time around. FBI found them first! There wouldn't be any Redden would try to hunt from his desk. He would wait interdepartmental squabbles to hold them up. for printouts and summaries to be brought to him. No Steve and the Angels were staring delightedly out the one ever found anything by tracking paperwork but side window. Steve had never seen a storm like this in "We can make a request to the North Dakota State more paper. He would only find the "Angels" by piggy- California; and the Angels had never seen snow falling. Police," said the state cop. "We can ask them to run a backing on someone else. Someone who did the grunt Sherrine chatted brightly with them, as if there were cross-check of local residents against Minnesota van work of questioning witnesses and following clues. nothing to worry about. owners. If we find a last name match . . ." That'll be me. Or the FBI. Thor leaned over the seat between her and Bob. "Turn "Better check it, against all residents of Minneapolis," right up ahead," he said. "There's a farm down that said Moorkith. "Its a granddaughter, remember And she The Worldcon had seemed a good bet. Hell, it was a road where I did some work last spring." wasn't driving the van." good bet. The spacemen were there; they were Page 77 of 166 "So what? You want to make a social call? The "Is it really as bad as Thor said?" asked Alex. Sherrine "Yes, I understand," he said into the phone. "But we Interstate's to the left." twisted and looked at him. He looked concerned; received a report about a maroon van with Minnesota plates somewhere in your vicinity, and we thought-— Gordon, frankly frightened. Steve, sitting lotus between "The hell with you, Bob. I want us to get to shelter, now. them, was using yoga techniques to calm himself. No, I'm afraid I can't. Yes, we're asking all the counties, on both sides of the River. Certainly. I'm sure you will " do your best. Thank you." He hung up and leaned back She nodded. "It could be." Never pull your punches; in his seat. "County sheriffs," he said to no one in never sugarcoat the truth. What you don't know can "Shelter?" particular. hurt you bad. "It could blow over, too; but it's better to play it safe and find a way station where we can hole "Yeah. It's snowing. Or haven't you noticed?" up." "Do you plan to check out every van in Minnesota and Wisconsin?" Lee Arteria asked idly. "I noticed." "Is that safe? The authorities are hunting Angels . . ." "I suppose you have a better lead, Captain?" Arteria "So. Do you know what a plains blizzard can be like smiled but said nothing and Redden made a steeple of "Look, Alex. Gordon. A blizzard can be fatal. We used when the black clouds roll down from the northlands? his fingers. Does that mean the Air Force has a lead to have weather satellites that gave us advance They call it a 'norther' around here. Temperatures can and they're not going to tell me? Or does it mean the warning. Now, folks get caught by surprise. Like Thor crash forty degrees in the blink of an eye; snow drifts Air Force wants me to think they have a lead? said, you don't want to get caught outdoors in a norther. man-high in heartbeats. Damn it, Bob, you know what a And neither do the cops!" blizzard can be like in Minneapolis; imagine what can "You could wait for the information from the DMV," happen out here in the country, beyond the heat sink. The snow began falling faster, piling up on the Arteria suggested. "At least, it would narrow the list of I've heard tales about cattle suffocated when the wind windshield, melting from the heat of the van, and vans." blew the snow up their nostrils so hard and fast they freezing into an impenetrable slush faster than the couldn't breathe. Farmers don't joke about shit like wipers could handle. The countryside was a blur in the Redden waved a disparaging hand. "Ahh. It's been that." icy lens. Bob turned right and Sherrine felt the wheels three days already. Some sort of bug in the computer. go off the road. Bob put a van into first and recovered. They're still trying to straighten it out. Goddamn DMV Bob rubbed the steering wheel with his mittens. He He rolled down his window and scraped at the ice with can't find its own asshole if they used both hands." glanced at Sherrine. Then he looked back at Thor. "Are his glove. The wind spray-painted his beard with snow. you trying to scare me?" Arteria considered that in silence, then nodded. "Any If we can make it in time, she thought. And if they'll take word on possible contacts in the Fargo area?" "Yeah." us in. "Not yet. That moron, Moorkith, is supposed to be He nodded. "Which way is this farm? And how do you *** running a cross-check through the technophile file . . ." know they'll take us in?" Reden blinked and looked puzzled. "Techno-—phile-— Ike Redden held the telephone away from his head and file," he repeated slowly. "The Greens are supposed to Thor shrugged. "I don't. But it's our best chance. stared at it. Then he put it back against his ear. "What keep it up to date for the House Un-American Activities Sherrine, let me take your seat so I can navigate." do you mean, you can't get north of Lancaster? A Committee, but . . . It's just an alphabetical listing of blizzard? Impossible. This is September. How do you names. They have to re-sort it by addresses and then Bob stopped the van while they exchanged seats. know? I see. A truck pulled into Patch Grove with snow merge it with another file or something. I don't know Sherrine unbuckled. "You have the comm, Mr. Sulu." on its roof. No, you can't argue with evidence like that." anything about computers." He waved his hand airily, She crawled into the back-—her familiar seat-—and Wherever the hell Patch Grove is. He glanced at the Air as if he were bragging about an accomplishment. "A Bob put the van back in gear. Force Intelligence captain fiddling with a pen on the team of GS-5's could have gone through the list by hand by now." He took another report from his in- other side of the desk and shrugged helplessly. Page 78 of 166 basket and studied it. Another goddamned van. This "Well, if the van Wilson spotted was our quarry, there's again there was a drawn out, introspective silence and one on US 52 near Rochester. But it was blue and its no rush." when he resumed speaking, it was in a lower, quieter occupants had checked out. voice. "When it freezes hereabouts, why we've all got to huddle right quick. Some folks don't make it in time. "Why not?" This time it was a feller did some chores for me. He Arteria grunted humorlessly, stood and stretched. The and a couple of his friends." side wall of the office was taken up by a large-scale "It's been three days since the blizzard hit. They'll be map of the upper Midwest. Arteria studied it carefully, froze dead by now." running a finger from Fargo to Minneapolis and beyond. "I see. Do you mind if we check it out, Mr . . . ?" "Where was that van spotted?" *** "Wallace. Enoch Wallace." The old man held out a "Which one? We've had two dozen reports." heavily bundled mitt and the deputy touched it briefly Deputy Andy Atwood kicked at the back end of the van with his own. "It's God's house, aina? All are welcome." with his snowshoe. The crusted, half-melted snow slid He held the door open for them. "The last one; where you put a bug up that badger off into a pile on the ground. "Minnesota plates, all sheriff's ass." right," he said to his partner. He straightened and looked around. There were several vans and trucks The deputies stamped the snow off their snowshoes in clustered around the white, clapboard church. St. Olaf the narthex. There was a thin layer of snow on the "Oh. Crawford County." in the Fields. He turned up his fur collar. "Come on. wooden floor, unmelted and trod hard by a great many boots. They unstrapped their snowshoes and hung Let's check this out." Arteria traced a route. "And heading southeast?" them on pegs on the wall. Atwood noticed several other The snow was two-, three-feet deep. Even with the pairs of snowshoes, as well as a few more skis. One Redden frowned. "On 18. Is that significant?" snowshoes he found it rough going. His feet broke pair of skis he recognized as the high-tech fiber glass Alpine type. A family heirloom, no doubt, from the days through the crust and he sank several inches into the Arteria straightened. "Probably not." when people skied for fun. cold, wet powder beneath. It must have been a hell of a storm this end of the county. It was melting now; but it Meaning it probably is, Redden thought. What was would never melt all the way. Not 'till spring. If then. He "Huddle," he said. It was not quite a question. He had Arteria's lead? Damn it, didn't the Air Force believe in glanced behind to see his partner following in his heard stories. In Grant County, you heard stories. teamwork? Everyone was concerned about getting footsteps. credit for the arrest. That Army colonel, he had Wallace tugged off his mittens and stuffed them in his something going on the side, too. Some connection They were met at the door of the church by a crusty old heavy wool jacket. "For the warmth, deputy. For the with Winnipeg. This was supposed to be a Team effort; man in a red-checkered lumberman's cap. He was warmth. Every farmstead hereabout has a huddle room the Team would share the credit. And Redden was racking a pair of cross-country skis against the side of or a shut bed where folks can gather when the cold chairman of the Team. hits. Folks lie in, under the blankets, hugging each the church. "Yes, deputies," he said. "Can I help you?" other until it gets warm again outdoors. Those on the Well, Ms. Arteria, we'll see just how smart you think you outside of the huddle are generally a bit colder; and "We'll see, old timer." Atwood nodded toward the are. "If they went that direction," he said, "they drove those on the inside have got to be mighty tolerant of church. "What's going on in there? It isn't Sunday." straight into a blizzard. If we can believe the hicks. body odor. You don't get much sleep, but you don't Probably just a light dusting. You know how the freeze, neither." "Nope. Funeral. We hold a few of those after it snows." squareheads like to yank our chains." He worked his jaws, as if he were chewing tobacco and "Jesus Christ. What do you do during the winter?" was wondering where to spit. "We don't get much "I don't know. Weather is something farmers don't joke heating oil in these parts anymore," he went on. "Not Atwood's partner was a young kid new to the force. A about; especially nowadays. A blizzard, out in the like you folks in the cities, where the newspapers and town boy. He would see enough before the winter was country; that's a life or death issue." over. teevee cameras are. So when it freezes here . . ." And Page 79 of 166 Wallace seemed not to mind the swearing, even through the pews. Atwood walked slowly up the aisle, Wallace shook his head. "One of his friends, from out of standing in the narthex of a church. "We huddle all looking left, then right. He didn't see any seven-foot state." winter, deputy," he said with flint in his voice. "Every supermen. Spectrally thin, the flyer had said. No one man-jack, woman and child in the township. We come present fit that description. There was one woman, tall Atwood nodded. "Then you can't vouch for his identity." right here t' St. Olaf's and we huddle." and skinny, though not seven feet by any stretch. How did the government know if the aliens were men or Wallace gazed silently at the coffin. "The lumber of the women? "Like hibernating bears?" world," he said. The woman locked gazes with him. Her eyes were red- The old man's eyes were hard as coal. "We don't quite "Eh?" rimmed and wet with tears. Her nose was running and hibernate. Come spring we're mighty thin. And some of her cheeks were puffy. Embarrassed, Atwood let his us are ready to do murder and some are ready to get gaze drop. He turned to his partner. "Come on, they The old man looked at him. "The dead are the lumber married, but mostly we're still alive." He opened the of the world. Their bones are the ribbing and shoring aren't here." door to the nave. "Mostly," he repeated. "My handyman that hold it up." and some friends of his got caught in the open by Friday's storm. They didn't all make it." "What about the van with the Minnesota plates?" Bill Atwood waited while Wallace located a claw hammer. whispered. He could feel the eyes of the mourners on his back. Wallace preceded them into the church. Atwood Watching with a dull anger. Atwood gritted his teeth. It grabbed his partner's arm before following. "Look, Bill. "Heh. The border isn't that far. You can see Minnesota was a lousy duty to pull. About huddling all winter. You don't have to say from the bluffs. Families have got relatives on both anything back in town. It would only get folks sides of the river. You see anybody here who's seven The nails groaned as they came out of the coffin lid. distressed. The townies complain about the thermostat feet tall?" Atwood remembered tales of elaborate, plush-lined law; but these farm folk, they would be glad to turn their coffins of shiny mahogany. There were special people, thermostats up to fifty-five." Atwood winced as Bill gripped his arm tight. He saw his funeral directors, whose sole job was to manage an partner pointing surreptitiously at belt level so the elaborate and impressive funeral display. Today there "But, Jesus, Andy. We should do something for them." mourners could not see. Pointing at the coffins. Atwood were just too many funerals. Sometimes the coffin was sucked in his breath. One of the coffins was easily long a canvas bag. Sometimes, not even that. enough to hold a seven footer. He stepped over to it "There's one thing we could do." and ran his hand along the plain pine wood top. The lid came off and Atwood gazed into the box. The Looking up, he located Wallace. "What's that?" light was bad; the angle, wrong. He stood aside to get a better view. "Look, I really hate to ask you this, Mr. Wallace; but I'm "Drill for oil." afraid you'll have to open this up. National security." A tall man, but not seven feet. So thin he looked almost Bill waited to see if he were joking. Then he blurted, wasted. He had the skin of a youngish man, yet with "National security?" The old man seemed amused. "But that's inappropriate technology." the hint of age around the eyes. Atwood glanced at the Atwood wondered if he would ask to see a warrant. hands folded across the breast. Long, bony fingers, Folks seldom did anymore. blackened with frostbite at the end, as were the nose Atwood followed Wallace into the church. "Yeah." and ears. He sniffed. The corpse had been washed, but "I can't tell you any more than that, sir." He smiled the smell of death was there. apologetically and scratched his beard. "They didn't tell me much more. This one isn't your handyman, is it?" Atwood stepped back. "All right." A wave of the hand. There were three coffins, one of them supported by six "Nail it back up." He brushed his hands vigorously, bearers. A dozen or so mourners were scattered Page 80 of 166 although he hadn't touched anything. "Come on, Bill. Gordon, leaning on the middle handle on the other bodies only a few hundred meters from the farmhouse. We've bothered these people enough." side, had to be pried loose, his grip had grown so tight. Judging from the tracks that had not filled in with snow They led him to one of the pews and let him stretch out. it appeared that the three had been walking in a circle. "It happens," Enoch had said. "When the wind blows Wallace did not follow them out. In the narthex, they the snow up, everything whites out and you lose all pulled on their outdoor gear, strapped the snowshoes Alex pushed himself to a crawling position. Sherrine left your sense of direction. Thor, who had known the to their feet. "Was that one of them?" Bill asked. "The her pew and helped him back upright. Then he walked handyman, had insisted on staying for the funeral. corpse?" in slow, careful steps to the nearest pew and dropped into the hard, wooden seat. He kneaded his thigh Atwood shrugged. "He was tall enough and skinny muscles. One thing about being snowed in for three "What next?" asked Alex. days at Wallace's farm-—he and Gordon could now enough to fit the profile." stand upright and walk, at least for short periods. Like "On to Chicago," Bob told him. "Aren't there supposed to be two of them? And what Steve said, practice every day. Still, what if the security officer had noticed him hanging onto the coffin instead about the people who are supposed to be helping them Wallace shook his head. "That deputy copied down of lifting it? escape?" your license plate. Just routine, I suppose. But, if I were engaged in anything a shade less than perfectly Enoch leaned over him. "You all right, Gabe?" normal-—not that I am, mind you, or that I suggest that Escape to where? he wondered. "We'll pass the van's anyone else is-—I might be a touch wary of driving that VIN along and let Minnesota check it out. But you "I'll be fine. That's the longest I've stood up in . . ." In vehicle over the roads. Folks don't travel so much these heard what Wallace said. His handyman and a couple thirty-odd years, he realized. days, what with fuel so hard to get. So anyone far of friends. You saw the frostbite, didn't you? Jesus. No enough from home might strike the government as heating oil. No gas. They've been written off by the Sherrine patted his shoulder. "Before you, know it, suspicious." government. They've got to move south or die, and they're too stubborn to move. You wanted to do you'll be walking across the room on your own." something for them, Bill? Then let them bury each other Bob frowned and ran a hand though his beard. "You're in peace." Alex laughed. Who would have thought that walking right." He looked at Sherrine, then back at Wallace. required the mastery of such complex skills? He had "What should we do?" *** walked as a child, but could not remember the learning of it. He would look on pedestrians in the future with a Wallace smiled. "Why don't you folks follow me over to certain amount of awe. Hiram's shop. We'll see if he can tinker something up. The six pallbearers watched the deputies leave. The whole time the long coffin had been searched, they had held the shorter coffin aloft. Alex was growing tired. His "It was good of you to take us in like that," Alex told the They followed him outside into the brut, frozen sunlight. arms ached from hanging onto the coffin handles and farmer. Alex found himself walking beside Wallace. Sherri he was sure the four men holding the corners were just supported him on one side, but mostly he carried his as tired. After all, they were bearing his weight and Wallace grunted. "Seven warm bodies during a own mass. He walked like a two-year old and felt like Gordon's and the coffin's, too. norther? My wife and I would have froze to death two hundred; but he was moving under his own power. "Hiram's shop," he said. "Your friend is not a farmer, without you. Like poor Jed and his friends." then?" "They're gone," said Wallace's wife at the back of the church. Alex glanced at the coffins. "Yeah." "Heh. No, he's a tinker. He fixes things. It's a knack he Alex sighed and relaxed. He slumped gratefully to the Enoch had been waiting for the handyman and his has. Snowblowers, radios, TV's." He gave Alex a sly floor. Thor, Bob, Fang and Steve lowered the coffin to friends to come to his huddling place when Thor wink. "Maybe even a computer or two, if anyone owned its cart. Bob groaned and rubbed his shoulders. "I appeared on his front porch. After the storm had such a thing, which I'm not saying they do." thought they'd never leave." subsided, they had all gone out looking and found the Page 81 of 166 Alex raised his eyebrows. He exchanged glances with sunlight. They flowed sluggishly, with so many of their wished Bob could start the engine so they could warm Sherri. "You don't tally like a technophobe," he sources locked into ice. up; but, of course, that was impossible. ventured. It was only when Wallace honked and pointed to the Sherrine was a goblin face half-lit by the weary Wallace laughed without humor. "You ever try farming driveway of the ramshackle building that Sherrine flashlight. "This is cozy," she said. "I used to read science fiction books like this-—under my blankets with without technology? It's a lot more charming in those relaxed. There was a hand-painted sign nailed to a post old woodcuts than it is in the flesh. In a good year, we by the roadside. Bright red letters on a large plywood a light. Always with an ear cocked for the sound of my get nothing to eat but cheese and beef. Cook the beef panel: parents coming." good. No antibiotics. If you could lay your hands on a supply of good medicine for cows it would be worth its "Did they ever catch you?" asked Gordon. weight in cheese." BIG FRONT YARD SALE "Oh, sure. I got a lecture the first time. The second Alex chuckled politely. But why would cheese be time, they spanked me. They never caught me again. valuable in Wisconsin? He would have felt stupid Maybe they got tired of watching. I always looked HIRAM TAINE, TINKER asking. Instead he asked, "What do you do in a bad forward to the summers, though, when they'd send me year?" to Gram's farm. Pop-pop kept two cartons full of old paperbacks hidden in a corner of the root cellar. I could Wallace grunted and his voice hardened. "In a bad year read them in daylight." Of course, she thought. Of course. They were among we starve." friends. She saw Fang grin and nudge Thor with his Gordon laughed. "It sounds like fun." elbow. Thor smiled quietly, as if at a well-orchestrated *** surprise. Sherrine started to laugh, earning an odd "Yeah, lots of fun," said Alex. "How long are we going glance from Alex. Sherrine found she could not let go of her suspicions. to be stuck here?" Granted, Wallace had saved them from the storm, and All that time she had been worried about being in he had helped them fool the sheriff's deputies, too; but Proxmire country. She had forgotten they were in Bob shrugged and the blankets shrugged with him. "I that might have been from a sense of duty. After all, don't know." Clifford Simak country, too. their body heat had helped save Wallace and his wife, as well; and the country folk had no great love for a "Relax," said Fang. "Here. It's cheddar." government that had effectively abandoned them. Still . .. It was a half-found wedge. Alex felt his throat close. CHAPTER TWELVE "No thanks," he said. I'm going to be heartily sick of They followed Wallace's pickup down the country lanes cheese by the time we get to Chicago." "The Best of All Physicians. . ." behind Millville. Sherrine sat in the back with Alex and the others. The road undulated through the rumpled "Cheese is fermented milk curd," Fang volunteered. hills, whose trees, fooled by the glaciers, were rusted "The Orientals think of it as 'rotten milk.' " and yellow. An oddly disorienting layer of fallen leaves lay atop the snow, as if the seasons had gotten jumbled The van was dark and cold and stank with a stale Sherrine turned to him. "Thank you for sharing that by the storm. Some trees stood blizzard-stripped, stark pungency Alex MacLeod could never get used to. thought with us." and wintry against the sky. They came out onto a high Worse than a spaceship! He sat huddled under bluff from which she could see the confluence of the blankets with the others in the back of the van, sharing Wisconsin and Mississippi. The rivers sparkled in the "Well," said Thor. "Where there's a curd, there's a his warmth. The only light was the feeble glow of a whey." flashlight. Alex took a breath of damp, moldy air. He Page 82 of 166 "-—and issue certificates—" "Seriously," Alex insisted. "How long will we be stuck "Alex," said Sherrine. "The police are looking for a van." inside this trailer?" Surrounded by cheese. Encastled by cheesy ramparts. Breathing cheese with every "Backed by the full faith and credit of-—" "Hiram Taine gave us new plates and painted us breath. Sure, it saved gas on the van; sure, it hid them orange." from the sheriffs deputies; but it seemed as if he had "Issue certificates," Fang repeated more loudly. "Pay to been buried in a tomb of . . . of fermented curds. the bearer on demand, so many pounds of cheese. "All the more reason not to risk being stopped." Pound notes!" Fang nibbled on the wedge, looking for all the world like "Besides," interjected Thor, "there's something I've an oversized mouse. "How long?" he said. "Hard to "Would a Swiss cheese pound note be worth more than always wanted to say." say. The trailer takes the back roads to avoid the a cheddar?" monties." Alex frowned at him. "What's that?" "Sure, you know how reliable those Swiss cheese "The Mounties?" bankers are . . ." "Cheese it! The cops!" "Monties . . . Montereys. They high jack cheese." "How many Gorgonzolas to a Colby?" asked Steve. Everyone broke into laughter again. Alex scowled and "What's the exchange rate?" shifted his right foot to a more comfortable siddhasan Gordon cocked his head. "High-jack cheese? Poche-— position. His companions couldn't seem to take things Why would anyone do that?" "Excuse me, sir," said Sherrine to Thor, "but do you seriously. They had to make jokes. Just how have change for a Roquefort?" dependable was this rescue? Was this to be his fate, Fang held his wedge up and turned it so it caught the his punishment for screwing up that one last time? To pale light. "Supply and demand," he said. "South and be shuttled aimlessly across the planet for the rest of "Keep your stinking money." east of Chicago this stuff is rare. Infrastructure his life? collapsing. Bridges, culverts, embankments. Roads are "Hey," said Bob laughing. "At least the money would be near impassible. Can't hardly get gas anywhere in Sherrine touched his arm and leaned past Thor who backed by something." Wisconsin. So not much cheese ever gets out of the was cracking yet another joke to Steve. "Alex," she state. Not until the farmers can hoard enough fuel to said. "We could never have scrounged enough gas for "Maybe," Thor ventured, "they could use jellies and make a run like this one. Naturally, the monties are on the van to drive out on our own. The farmers there jams . . . backed by the Federal Preserve Bank." the lookout. One cheese truck taken to . . . oh, have been saving fuel for a long time to send just this Pittsburgh or St. Louis, could set you up for life." one truck out and back. They made a tremendous Alex simply could not believe it. Van and all they were sacrifice by putting us back here instead of the same "I've heard," said Sherrine, "that in some places they riding in a back of a cheese-filled eighteen-wheeler volume in cheese." stamp the cheese wheels with official seals and use trailer, rolling through territory infested by highway bandits, and his companions made . . . cheesy jokes. "It them for money." seems to me," he said, "that this is an awfully risky way "It's not that, Sherrine. It's . . ." Thor laughed. "I've heard that. What would you do for a to escape Wisconsin." "It's what?" wallet?" The others looked at him with their mouths half-open in Alex sighed and she leaned closer. He could smell the "No, no," said Fang. "You put the cheese in a larder-—" smiles, waiting for his punch line. Alex plowed sweetness of her breath. "It's . . ." What was bugging resolutely on. "I mean the montereys. They're real?" him? Was it that the optimism he had felt at the Tre- "Fort Cheddar!" house had leached out of him? That his resolution to "Sure, but. . ." enjoy his exile had foundered against huddling places Page 83 of 166 and blizzards and crumbling roads and funerals? He "Please," said Bob, yawning in the darkness, "if you Arteria stifled a grin. Pompous ass. They would be a jerked his head toward the other fans. "Don't they have to go, go outside." long time checking out some of these leads. Verne, realize the gravity of our situation?" he whispered to Jules. Gernsback, Hugo. Wells, Herbert George. Even her. Jefferson, Tom and Carver, G.W. Technophiles, all. "On the cheese?" Had Moorkith even looked at the printout before distributing it? No, he simply assumed it was correct. She whispered back, "You fight gravity with levity." "I really miss my space suit," said Alex. For someone who professed to disparage technology, he had a naive and trusting attitude toward it. "Eh? Why?" How long had Moorkith's database been compromised? Later, as they dozed under the blankets, Alex was "It had a catheter," he said dreamily. Arteria would dearly have loved to know. A hack years jarred awake. He raised himself on his elbows, old would have nothing to do with the current mission. momentarily delighted that he could raise himself on his *** A recent hack might be intended to muddy the search elbows, and looked around. Not that he could see for the spacemen. In either case, the choice of phony anything. Under a pile of blankets inside a van that was Lee Arteria studied the list that Moorkith had passed names pointed straight toward fandom. chocked up inside a trailer. It gave the word "dark" new around the table. It was several pages long. Eight-by meaning. He lay still and listened. The familiar grumble fourteen-inch computer pages. Names and addresses Arteria smiled. So far, no one else seemed to have of the motor and the gentle rocking and bouncing were ranked in severe columns. Not even alphabetized! noticed a fannish flavor to this mission. They might missing. Maybe it was sorted by address? No, there was no suspect sci-fi fans on general principle-—" technophiles logical order to the sequence at all. A random dump. is technophiles"-—but their general attitude was that The truck had stopped. Maybe no one on Moorkith's staff knew how to run a fans were hare-brained and ineffectual adolescent sort. nerds. A dangerous assumption, sometimes correct, "What is it?" Sherrine's voice sleepy beside him. He but sometimes wildly off. Heh. I can crack this one solo flashed a momentary fancy that they shared a bunk That seemed likely. Computers might be necessary, and keep all the credit. Might even be good for a together, somewhere hidden from their five but they were a necessary evil. Learn too much about promotion. chaperones. them and you might be seduced into technophilia. Besides, competency was elitist. It was easy to imagine * * * "Nothing," he said. "The truck stopped, is all. Rest Moorkith's people gingerly pressing buttons and leaping break, maybe." back lest they be defiled by the touch. The back door of the van was thrown open and raw sunlight filtered into the back of the trailer. Alex "Oh, good. I could use a rest break myself. Should we "This is a lot of subversives for a small area like Fargo." crouched with the others next to Bob's van, peering get out, do you think?" The state policewoman was a new member of the through the pallets of cheese that screened them from Team, representing North Dakota. Arteria supposed view. There were loud voices and shouted orders and "Wait." Doors slammed and the engine roared to life. that the various state jurisdictions had decided to pool the sound of an engine. "Changing drivers, I guess." First gear ground and their resources so they would not be left off the Team caught. "The two guys up front must have switched and miss out on the collar. Thor scratched his beard and frowned. "Enoch said his seats." friends would release us inside a warehouse before "I wouldn't know," said Moorkith. "But I believe it would they drove the trailer to the cheese market." "I hope we get there soon, or this van is going to smell be wise to investigate each lead for possible like a New York subway station." connections with Minneapolis technophiles." Bob scratched his beard. "Maybe there's been a change in plans." Page 84 of 166 "Don't like it," said Fang shaking his head. It was a signal. His aides rushed to hand out smaller Setting his stein down on the tray proffered by his steins to the travelers. Alex studied his stein doubtfully. butler, the Alderman gusted a huge sigh and wiped his Scenes of Teutonic pastoralism adorned the sides. A mouth with his sleeve. He made staccato pointing "What should we do?" asked Gordon. lid closed the top. Now, that was familiar. Open-toppedmotions with his hand and the other servants collected mugs still seemed a trifle odd to him; but how do you the remaining steins. Alex surrendered his willingly; but "Can't run. Can't hide. Might as well enjoy the view." drink from the damned thing? There was no nipple. Fang held onto his and took a second pull from it before releasing the handle. The Alderman shook his The forklift pulled the cheese pallet from in front of Alex noticed a little thumb lever that flipped the lid head. "You're either a brave old cuss or you got no them. A gang of men in heavy flannel shirts was open. Aha. So, what was the point of the lid? They had taste at all." He rubbed his hands together. "Now, to counting and stacking the cheese wheels. They froze gravity here. They didn't have to worry about the beer business. Who the hell are you and what were you suddenly and stared at the trailer. The leader of the doing in the cheeser?" floating away. stevedores looked up from his clipboard and an unlit stogie fell from his lips. "Who the hell are you?" he Sherrine exchanged lances with Bob and took a step The Alderman waited and his ward heeler motioned demanded. forward. "May I speak?" that they should drink. It was a thin, sour brew with insufficient carbonation. Alex smiled and pretended to Thor studied the skyline. Gray, sooty clouds lowered over squat, blocky buildings. In the distance, twin spires drink some more. "It's very good," he said. No point in The Alderman raised his eyebrows. "I asked a offending your host; especially one of an uncertain and question, didn't I?" of black smoke twisted skyward. He shook his head. barbaric temper. "We're not in Chicago, gang." "I meant, may I make a request?" The Alderman nodded his smiling head. "It tastes like horse piss, doesn't it? Oh, one thing. You're new here, The Alderman raised his chin and stroked it slowly with so I'll let you get by just this once. But please, do not his thumb. "Sure. Why not? I might even grant it, even "Welcome to Kilbourntown, gentlemen and lady." The speak to me unless first spoken to." The voice twisted though you ain't registered voters." Alderman graced them with a benign smile from atop up at the end, almost like a question. The smile was his fur-lined throne. He was nearly as wide as he was still there. The jolly eyes still twinkled. Alex felt sweat in "Two of my friends here are only recently out of tall. He wore a tawny-and-white cloak of fox skins. his armpits and groin. I've never been threatened so wheelchairs. They cannot stand up for long periods. Aides and servants hovered around him like launch politely. Would it be all right with you-—" debris around a satellite. A number of the men wore sidearms and crossed bandoleers, but Alex also Alex had already opened his jacket. Now he loosened spotted swords here and there. A young girl, scantily " `Your honor' is the correct title." his shirt collar, as well. This was the first time he had clad, lounged insolently on the steps below the dais. felt really warm since the trek across the Ice. Was it Body odor was a miasma in the room. "Thank you, your honor. Would it be all right with your really warm in the Alderman's palace-—a.k.a. the old honor if they sat down?" Federal Building on Wisconsin Avenue-—or was he just Like a barbarian court, Alex thought. He stood wobble- nervous about their circumstances? Then he kneed with his friends, still unsure if they were remembered that the stevedores at the loading dock There was an audible gasp from the assembled prisoners or not. servants and courtiers. One of the waiters fumbled her had been working in no more than flannel shirtsleeves. tray and nearly dropped the steins she carried. The Thor gave him his elbow to hang onto. "Great Ghu," he Odd. Hadn't Thor told him that Milwaukee was closer to Alderman colored slightly; then he grinned. "Hey, sure. whispered out of the side of his mouth, "we're in the ice fields than any other major city, save Winnipeg? This is a democracy, aina?" Hyperborea. Where's Conan?" Something about the Lake Effect and the Jet Stream. Two chairs were brought. Two only, Alex noted. "I can The Alderman lifted a huge, carved stein toward them. still stand," he told Sherrine. "Have a beer," he said formally. Page 85 of 166 "Don't be chivalric. Don't push yourself beyond what The courtiers laughed. Even the waiters permitted Milwaukee was no longer a city: the two sides of the Steve tells you." themselves a supercilious snigger. The Alderman's river had become separate waning towns. Maybe smile turned tolerant. Alderman Strauss was just an old-time, city machine politician desperately fending off disaster from his Alex settled himself into the chair. He glanced at bailiwick, knowing all the while that it was hopeless. Gordon. "Let them handle this," he said. "Did I say something funny, your honor?" The pressure of that sort of burden could deform a soul "Ah, those square-heads don't know nothing about past its yield point, maybe even past its breaking point. "I was planning to," Gordon responded. economics. Sure, they was sending their cheese by Look what it's done to Lonny Hopkins. And that was an The Alderman smiled his humors smile again. "Now. Chi-town; but they coulda got a better deal here. So we odd notion, because it was the first sympathetic thought did 'em a favor." About your presence in the cheeser." he had had about the station commander in a long, long time. "You!" Sherrine blurted. "You're behind the monties!" "We-—" Sherrine glanced at Bob, who shrugged. All right, Alex. What would you do if you were sitting on The Alderman turned a fierce glare on her. "You watch "Go ahead." a plundered restaurant chair, wearing a cloak of animal your mouth there, lady. If you wasn't a lady, you'd get skins, watching your beloved community be swallowed six months hard for leeze majesty. We don't steal "We were stuck in western Wisconsin, your honor. slowly by glaciers? Anything it took, right? There was cheese here. We need it to negotiate with them Some friends helped us save gas by letting us nothing like disaster to focus one's loyalties. gangsters in Chi ever since Juneautown cut us off from piggyback on the cheese delivery." the Port and the Marina. Chi's gonna get their cheese "But the farmers, your honor," Sherrine insisted. sooner or later, don't you worry about that; but it might "That's a real expensive favor. I'm short a couple as well do us some good along the way." hundred kilos American because of you." Back off, Sherri, he wanted to tell her. These are Alex was having a hard time remaining seated. Floaters desperate, ruthless men and women. They aren't "There was a blizzard, your honor," Thor explained. didn't lose the strength in their hands. Alex's hands stealing cheese for fun. They are trying to save "We saved the farmer's life." were hard and sinewy; they could crush the fat themselves and their families. Alderman's throat, if he would hold still for a moment. "A square-head's life ain't worth his volume in cheese. "Hey," the Alderman shrugged magnanimously. "They'll But he might not know that." He stroked his chin again An honest man beset by greedy neighbors. Was it get their payment. We ain't thieves. They got more with his thumb. "You sure you ain't from Juneautown? simply hypocrisy? Self-deception? Or the lack of any cheese than they know what to do with it. We got beer Nah, I guess not," he answered himself. "If you was coming out our-—" He grinned. "Well, coming out, moral code but relativity? playing Trojan horse it woulda been a stupid stunt; and anyway. So we'll load up their stinking cheese wagon stupid ain't one of Alderman Wlodarczyck's sterling with enough barrels we figure equals the cheese and Or was it not so simple as that? The Alderman and his qualities." He shrugged his arms out wide and slapped send it back by them. Value for value. We ain't got cronies were arrogant bandits at their center of power. them down on the arms of his throne. cheese here; they ain't got beer there. They even get But did the smiles seem forced? Did the eyes glitter their trailer and their drivers back." with a hint of fear? The Ice was sliding down the west "But I'm still out the cheese. So what do I do?" side of the Lake faster than anywhere else on the planet. Places like Fox Point and Brown Deer were "But, your honor, what can they do with a trailer load of beer?" Alex suspected the question was rhetorical; but Thor already engulfed, according to Thor. spoke up anyway. "Throw a party. Get drunk. What else is there to do in Then why was it so warm here? the sticks? The e should be happy we're bartering at "I thought the shipment was going to Chicago. Your all. Meanwhile . . ." And he rubbed his hands. "I figured honor. Did they put us on the wrong truck?" Page 86 of 166 out what to do with you folks. My city clerk will calculate plumes of black smoke to the north. "Guard," he asked, that they were worshiping and genuflecting before their the value of the cheese you displaced from the truck. "are those fires?" masters. Then we'll put you to work at standard wage-—minus room and board of course-—until you pay it off." He "Hunh? Oh, sure. That's how we get our steam heat. Hobie looked them over. "New temps," he said. "Heh, smiled an appeal to them. "That's fair, aina?" We're burning buildings down. So does Juneautown; heh." but it was our idea first. Most everything north of Alex, for one, was not going to tell him otherwise. Capitol Avenue is one now." "That's right," said Bob. "Just until we pay off the fine." "What do you do when you run out of city?" "And what fine is that, sonny?" The guard who took them to their new duties was full of The guard blinked at him. "There are other cities, "Well, we were in the back of a cheese truck and . . ." enthusiasm and civic pride. If it hadn't been for the aina?" short sword at his belt and the crossbow on his back, Hobie cackled. "Heh, heh, heh. In a cheeser, was you? Alex would have thought him a member of the chamber And you gotta pay the Boss back for the cheese he of commerce. Or maybe he was. couldn't steal because you, was back there instead? Hobie was the head farmer for Zeidler Park Farm. Heh, heh." "Ain't the Alderman a piece of work?" he bragged. "I Once inside the huge, low tent, Alex was assaulted by was in the fight when Juneautown burned the Clybourn the warm, moist scent of compost and plant life. The Bob scowled. "What's funny?" Street bridge. He was all over the battlefield, rallying entire park had been turned over to crops. Rows of the men, leading that last charge to tear down the corn and wheat were mixed with pea vines and bean barricade. A damn shame we lost the battle; but you plants. The plastic sheeting acted as a greenhouse, "Well, you may be here a while." can't say the Alderman lost his nerve." The guard letting in the solar energy but trapping the ground- shook his head. "That harbor belongs to all of reflected heat, which was supplemented by steam "That's slavery," Bob pointed out without any real Milwaukee, not just the east siders. It ain't right that hissing from radiators jury-rigged about the grounds. surprise. they keep us out. Same goes for the old City Hall. Shorewood is burning to keep the corn warm, Alex Juneautown thinks they're hot shit." thought. It was actually warm inside the farm and, for Hobie affected a look of astonishment. "Why, so it is, the first time since falling to Earth, Alex saw men and sonny!" He leaned forward confidentially and added, The horse cart pulled up at Zeidler Park and the guard women in shirt sleeves. They were bent silently over "You want we should go tell the Boss? Maybe he'll stop ordered them all out. The park was enclosed in an the plants, tending them with hoes and rakes. Some it oncet he knows how illegal it all is. Heh." immense plastic tent shored up by a wooden were kneeling, grubbing at the dirt with hand claws and framework. The plastic was translucent, and through it weeders. A few of the . . . serfs? . . . glanced at the Bob's face sagged. He turned to Sherrine and put his Alex could make out the dim, distorted shapes of newcomers with a studied lack of curiosity. arm around her. "I'm sorry I got you mixed up in this," people and plants. He climbed down from the cart with he said. "I truly am." the others and stumbled toward the tent. Despite There had been a popular joke on Freedom, started by support from Thor and Fang on either arm, each step a man named Calder. Looking down from space, he Sherrine leaned against him. "I'm a big girl. I make my sent a lance of fire up Alex's thighs. had said, the dominant life forms on Earth were own decisions. But come Monday when I don't show up obviously the cereals and other grasses. They for work . . ." "Hey Hobie!" the guard called out. "Got some new occupied all the most desirable and fertile land; and temps for you!" they had tamed insects and animals to care for them. In "What?" particular, they had domesticated the bipeds to nurture Glancing up, Alex noticed again how gray the cloud and cultivate them and to save and plant their seed. She shrugged. "They'll probably start looking for me; deck was that hung over Milwaukee. And the twin Now, watching the farmers, Alex could easily imagine but who would ever think to look here?" Page 87 of 166 Gordon said, "I would like to sit down." you old bug stomper, what's up? Yeah. Yeah, they're warmer. Like it used to be before they cleaned up the here; they just got here. You need to what? Well, that's atmosphere." a new one on me. Naw, they don't look lousy to me; but "Ain't too much sitting down here, sonny," Hobie told if you say so, I'll send 'em right over." He hooked the him. "Lots of bending and squatting though. Heh." Fang Bob gestured with his head. "Take a look around you," phone and stared at it, pulling his lip. "Terri says you and Steve helped Gordon hobble over to the rude desk he whispered. "Wisconsin has been devastated by the gotta come over by her place for delousing. Says she that was apparently Hobie's business office. Gordon sat Ice more than any other state, except maybe Michigan. heard tell of the typhus over by Greenfield and West against it, taking the weight off his legs. "Hey!" Hobie Yet Milwaukee is almost a tropic oasis. Why? Because, Allis. Your truck come through that way, so she's gotta called, "you a farmer, too?" whether they admit it to themselves or not, the locals check you out. The drivers have already been dusted. are trying to restore the Greenhouse Effect. They threw Now it's your turn." another log on the fire." Gordon's head hung down on his chest. He shook it wearily from side to side. "No. No, I'm not a farmer. I was, a hydroponic tech for a week; and I screwed that And so back into the wagon. Go here; no, go there. Steve had been listening quietly to Bob's whispered Autocrats usually gave "efficiency" as the reason for lecture. He leaned over to Alex an said sotto voce: up, too." centralizing the decision making. Good ol' Lonny sure Burn a log and see it through, with heat and soot and enough did; and Alex was sure that Alderman Strauss CO2!" "If you ain't a farmer," Hobie insisted, "why'd they lame did, too. But why did the underlings always have to cut you?" and paste to make things work? "We're here," announced Sherrine. "And-—" She stopped abruptly. "What?" "And what?" Bob asked, twisting to his feet. He stood Hobie stooped and made a slitting motion with the Terri Whitehead ran a pest control operation from a silently for a moment, swallowing laughter. blade of his hand against the back of his leg "These city building alongside the Milwaukee River. As the guard boys don't know from soil and growin' things. They're said driving them over, you could wave to the guard on much better at burning stuff down. So any farmers they Alex grabbed the side of the buckboard and pulled the Juneautown side and they could count how many catch they hamstring so we don't try to run away." The himself to his knees. They were hitched before a wide fingers you used. The guard let the horse go at a walk. telephone on the desk rang and, as if to demonstrate storefront with double-paned plate glass windows. A "You ain't in no hurry to start weeding, are you?" he his last remark, Hobie went to answer it. He walked wooden sign nailed above the entrance was painted in asked. He wasn't in any hurry, either. He had pulled an with a curious shuffling gait, almost dragging his left bright red and gold letters: easy duty and saw no reason not to relax while he had foot. Sherrine shoved her fist in her mouth and even the chance. Fang looked ill. Hobie picked up the receiver. He looked at the group. Alex lay on his back in the wagon and stared up at the YNGVI'S DE-LOUSING AND PEST CONTROL "Ah, don't look so sad. It don't bother me no more. They brown smudge of a sky. Bob, squatting beside him, CENTER followed his gaze. just cut the one leg. They don't want us to be cripples." The milk of human kindness, thought Alex. Great Ghu, "Filthy, isn't it?" he said. "All that soot and carbon from he had just begun to gain the use of his legs. Was this the fires. This may be the only city in North America The guard finished hitching the horse to the rail and with a smog problem, worse luck." barbaric chieftain going to take them away again? scowled at them. "All right, why's everyone grinning?" "Worse luck? Why?" "Yes, Edna?" Hobie spoke into the receiver. He My question exactly, thought Alex. lowered himself into an old swivel chair. The padding was old and ragged and the ticking stuck out from "Because if everybody was lighting fires and putting ripped seams. "Okay, put 'er through . . . Hey, Terri, carbon dioxide into the air it would be a damn sight Page 88 of 166 Terri Whitehead was a short, muscular woman with "What about them?" Sherrine took her by the arm. "Aren't you coming with long, black hair and owlish glasses. She wore jeans us?" and a man's dress shirt with rolled up sleeves, and She laughed and was suddenly holding a pistol, quite elbow-length gloves. When she spoke, it was in a casually. "No problem. Now get going." Terri shook her head. "No, someone's got to stay husky contralto. behind and give you an alibi. I can tell them how you overpowered me and headed west out St. Paul "Yes, ma'am." She took care of the guard first. "Because you may Avenue. My friend Allis Place belongs to Psi Phi have picked up lice from being around the new temps. Fraternity over by the University. They'll report some By this time Alex could feel tiny life forms crawling over She made him take off all his clothing and dusted it with horses stolen, so the Alderman's stooges will go his body looking for blood to drink. He kept his hands malathion powder. Searched through his underwear, chasing off that direction. I'll tell them you're gonna die rigidly by his side. Life under Lonny Hopkins had its and recoiled in horror. of typhus anyway. The Alderman will think you're a drawbacks; but at least lice wasn't one of them. blessing. Maybe you'll go to Juneautown and start a plague." "What?" he demanded. When Terri faced them, she was laughing. "Yngvi is a louse," she said. "But-—you won't come, then?" She held up forceps. "Louse, aina? I'll have to see if it's carrying anything." There was a microscope by the "FIAWOL," Bob replied. window. She put the insect on a slide and studied it. "This is my home," she said. "Such as it is. What if "You're lucky. This one's healthy. Get back to barracks other fen find themselves in need of help someday?" "FIJAGH," she responded. Then she and Sherrine and and take a hot shower. Here's a prescription. Tell 'em I said hot water. Use this stuff." She handed him a small Bob and the other fans joined in a happy embrace. Sherrine hugged her. "It must be awful, living life bottle of green liquid. "Use it good, all the hairy parts of undercover like that. Aren't you afraid of exposure?" Sherrine said, "A sensitive fannish face! I knew-—" your body. Scrub like hell. You'll be all right." Terri grinned. "That's why I stay under the covers. "There isn't time," Terri told them. "We have maybe an "Uh, Doc-—" Being a fan was a lot simpler in the old days; now hour before they send another guard. Follow me." She we've all got new destinies to pursue. Here." She "Typhus," she said. "Dehydration. Babbling. High fever. led them to the back of the building and out the rear handed them a paper sack. "You'll need money. Take door. "Don't worry about the typhus, she said. "That After a while you dry up and die. You won't like it." this. It's filled with cheese. Sorry, no apple pie. 'The was just to get you over here. It's a good thing you best of all physicians is apple pie and cheese.' Quick, have that transponder, Bob. The Ghost knew right were now. Into the boat. Seamus, hurry! You've still got to tie "Jesus, Doc-—" you were." She paused and looked at them. "You guys me up." must be awfully important." No one said anything and "You'll be all right. One thing, if you itch, don't scratch. she shrugged. "None of my business, right? Come on, The short, bearded man grinned at them as he jogged Don't crush lice. That's really bad. Just wash them off. this way." past up to the house. "Some parts of this job, I like." Then powder yourself. As for your clothes, change clothes. Take your old ones where they're doing a fire A path led across the ragged yard to the river bank, and get 'em good and hot, then smoke them good. Real where a small sailboat bobbed at a decaying, wooden good. wharf. "Seamus will take you from here. Seamus It was a gaff rigged catboat with plenty of room aboard. deBaol. You may remember him. He used to publish a "Yeah, I will, but, Doc-—" The mast was stepped well forward and wore a single line of SF books in the old days. 'Books by deBaol'? quadrilateral sail. He'll take you down the river as soon as he ties me up "You're all right now. I can tell. You don't have it. Get back in the shop." going before you do." The boat pushed off from shore, and the sail caught the wind. It heeled dangerously, then settled on course. Page 89 of 166 They huddled in the bottom of the boat, out of the chill weightlessness. Now the earth heaved to and fro as if "The Titan was rigged for a Gemini," said Bob, "but I wind, and Alex managed to be next to Sherrine. tossed by waves. figured we should be able to . . ." His voice trailed off. Alex suspected that Bob was just beginning to Seamus waved to them as he cast off. The wind was appreciate the magnitude of the proposed rescue. As "How did you know she was a friend?" off the lake, abeam to his course both coming and long as it was blue sky dream, there were no problems; but the closer they came, the more the difficult details "The sign. `Yngvi is a louse'-well, it's a quote from an going. "Sailor's wind," he called. "Good luck." emerged. old fantasy, and it got to be sort of a catch phrase among fans. As soon as I saw `Yngvi DeLousing . . .' " "FIAWOL," Alex said tentatively. People didn't really build spacecraft in their backyards, or in museums. That was just science fiction. Alex nodded. "I see. FIAWOL I know, but what means "Don't you just know it," Seamus called. He hauled in that other one?" the sheets and the boat moved rapidly away. So far so good! She grinned. "FIJAGH. Fandom Is Just A Goddamn Hobby. Bob and Sherrine disappeared and reappeared a short They went up the handicapped ramp to the left of the *** while later with a pair of wheelchairs with C.M.S.A.T. main entrance. The mass of the building was beginning stenciled in yellow ink across the back. "Here you go, to get to Alex. Peace and Freedom were frail metal The Museum of Science and Industry was located on guys," Sherrine said. "You wouldn't believe what they balloons next to this concrete habitat. It was, he the shore of Lake Michigan in Jackson Park on wanted for a deposit on these things." thought, like being in a hollowed-out asteroid. Chicago's south side. Seamus maneuvered the catboat to a spit of land just north of the museum and ran the Bob led the way to the front of the building. The façade Bob secured a map of the museum and they huddled bow aground. "Are you sure you want off here?" he consisted of tall, fluted columns with voluted capitals. over it. The logo read, "Chicago Museum of Science asked. Statues of the Muses gazed serenely down. "It's a huge and Appropriate Technology," with a footnote building," he said. "Covers five and a half hectares. It explaining that "science" did not mean only "materialist "Yes," Sherrine told him. "We are supposed to meet was built originally for the 1893 World Colombian science." Exposition; then rebuilt in the 1930s as the museum." someone." "Where would this Cole character have his Titan?" Now, what might "non-materialist science" be? Alex Seamus glanced up at the imposing building. He ran a wondered. Plasma physics? asked Alex. hand through his beard. "Well, be careful. It's not the museum it used to be. Time was this was Chi-Town's "Here it is." Bob pointed. "I'll be damned. It's still in the biggest tourist attraction. Four million people a year "There used to be a wing, called the Henry Crown same old spot. Henry Crown Space Center. What does came to look at Science and Technolo exhibits. Like a Space Center. It had Schirra's Aurora Seven Mercury it say in the description?" He bent closer. "This exhibit damn city come to visit. A lot of the displays have been capsule and the Apollo Eight, the first craft to orbit the has been preserved as it was in the past as an changed over now. They only left a few, and they don't moon. The Titan is probably back there. I figured example of Big Technology. Astonishing as it may keep the homeless out." maybe we could mount the Apollo on the Titan seem, billions of dollars were once spent in outer space somehow. It seats three." rather than here on Earth. See the actual capsules that Alex wobbled as he stepped ashore. His legs felt like were used to give a few military pilots joyrides at rubber and he grabbed Thor's shoulders to stay upright. "Which means," Sherrine interjected, "that you could taxpayer expense." "Sorry," he muttered. "I seem to have lost it." The long, even take a friend with you. No, guess not. Seeds and stuff-—" leisurely sail down the Milwaukee River and then along the shore of Lake Michigan had, with its gentle rolling motion, put him back into a state of near Page 90 of 166 "I don't understand, Bob," Alex said. "How could they "Come on," said Bob. "We're wasting time here. Let's They were bundled up in torn blankets that covered spend money in space? There were no stores there get back to the Crown Center." everything but their eyes. back in those days." He led them through several exhibits on the way to the "Hey, man, you got any change?" "That's not what they meant, Gabe," Bob replied. back room where the space exhibit was stashed. One was a Hall of Minerals that featured all sorts of crystals, No one looked at them. Eye contact might humanize Thor spoke gently. "They meant that the money was together with detailed descriptions of the powers of them . . . spent on the space program rather than on Earthly each for " . . . clearing away negative attitudes, centering personal energies, enhancing problems." Half the lights in the hallway were out and the edges at communications, promoting healing, opening the heart the floor and ceiling were thick with nitre and cobwebs. Sherrine burst out, "They got so much from the space to love and courage, simplifying decision making, This was a part of the building long-—and deliberately- program! Fireproofing. Weather forecasting. Dammit, balancing the spirit, focusing the mind, tapping into —neglected. these"-—she kicked Alex's wheelchair-—" lightweight psychic powers, and using chakras and colors." wheelchairs we're pushing around. Sorry." The center itself was dimly lit. The two space capsules Another exhibit was entitled "Origins of the Earth." were shadowy shapes suspended from the ceiling. A Alex started to laugh. Sherrine said, "Sorry. My God, There were seven panels, one for each day. One large couple of teenaged boys who had found their way in poster read "The Speed of Light: A Test of Faith?" and it's been so long since I could say this kind of thing!" were standing beneath the Mercury capsule. ". . . and explained how light created "already on the way" could all they ever brought back was a bung of dumb moon give the impression of a universe much larger and older rocks," Alex heard the one tell his companion. He "Did these chairs really-—" an it really was. turned to them as he was wheeled past. "Waste-water treatments. Medical instruments. Most There was a Green exhibit on alternate energy "Did you ever ask what those rocks were made of?" he people had no idea that any of that came out of the sources. Windmills, passive solar. Biomass. asked. space program. Or for that matter, that it even existed. "Biomass?" A new design lightweight wheelchair doesn't make the kind of headlines that a scrubbed launch or a flawed The two kids gave him a wary look. "Rocks is rocks," Bob said, "Burn wheat and corn. Real efficient. Well, at the older said. mirror makes, even if the structural analysis techniques least they don't have an exhibit on generating energy and composite materials used to make the damn thing by squeezing crystals." were aerospace from the beginning. What is everyone "Right, kid," murmured Thor. "Aluminum, titanium, grinning at?" zirconium, calcium. If we had mined the moon like "Why the grin, Alex?" Thor asked as they entered a some people wanted, we wouldn't have to disturb stairwell and turned right into a dimly lit corridor. A Mother Earth and ruin the environment here." "Welcome back," Steve said. faded sign on the wall read, "This way to Henry Crown Space Center." "Thanks. Oh, Bob, there was nobody to talk to." The younger kid stuck his chin out. "Yeah, but then we woulda ruined the moon's ecology." Alex chuckled. "We grow perfect crystals in our Steve said, "All that stuff was just `spin-off,' you know. electronics lab in Freedom. I could be rich if I had Science happens because one day a scientist wakes brought a handful with me." Thor smiled. "I can't argue with that," he said mildly. up and says, `Today I'm going to invent toothpaste.' If "Mighty important, that lunar ecology." he didn't plan to invent a better wheelchair, he can't The Crown Center was housed in a separate wing that take credit for it." could be reached only through a long, narrow corridor. One of the boys nodded solemnly. The other muttered A homeless pair huddled in a niche near the doorway. something under his breath. Page 91 of 166 The two teenagers left casting a few careful glances his right and turned in time to see Gordon stagger out "I bought the parts and put it together and held it behind. "You better be careful, you come back here," of his wheelchair and lean against the Titan. His arms together for forty years. You're not going to hurt it." the younger one called. "Or the spook'll get you!" stretched out to embrace it and he placed his cheek against its cool skin. Tears had pooled in his eyes. Thor stepped up to him and reached for his arm. "Ron? "All right," said Bob when they were gone. "Let's spread Ron Cole? Is that you?" His hand stopped, because out and see if we can find Cole." "It won't work, Alex, will it? It won't fly. We'll be that was a gun in Cole's hand. marooned down here forever. Crushed and tripping and They split into groups and explored the corners of the staggering like drunken fools until they finally catch us. The creature looked at him. "Yes." He squinted at hall. Alex saw a shuttle simulator, now padlocked. A Never to see my semya again, never to plavat in the Thor's face. "I know you. Don't I?" His other hand sign told how much taxpayer money had been spent so old ESO module. Never rift my broomstick on lazy orbit stroked the discolored flank of the Titan. He held the to Peace. If only-—" Gordon sagged and Steve astronauts could play computer games." gun with evident negligence, but it was still pointed at grabbed him under the armpits to keep him from falling. Thor's belly. "Over here!" Sherrine shouted. "The Titan!" "If only what?" Alex snapped at him. "If only what? I'd "They took away her boosters, they did. Her boosters. strangle fucking Lonny if my arms were long enough, Too dangerous, they said. Hah! What did they know? They converged on her voice. A tall cylinder stood in an ill-lit corner of the room, a majestic shadow among the but it wouldn't change anything. If only I'd waited Without the fuel . . ." His lips clamped into a straight another orbit! We could have scooped our air on the line. shadows. "I can't believe it," Bob said, his head tilted next pass." back to seek its top. "We actually found it!" Thor had backed away a bit. "What fuel is that, Ron?" Fang approached the behemoth in awe and fear. He He tried to jerk his arm away from Thor, who was trying ran his hand over its skin. He looked at his hand. He to calm him down. If Thor noticed, he didn't react. Cole backed against the Titan, shaking his head. "No, Sherrine stepped between them, saying something that studied the ill-lit surface a few moments more, and no. Things are seldom as they seem; skim milk masque Alex refused to hear. "We are stuck down here, Gordo," said, "I'm going to be sick." . . . masquerades as cream." He nodded his head he persisted. "Stuck. Forever. It doesn't matter whose wisely. His gun hand drooped. fault-—" Alex yanked on his chair's wheels and rolled up to the artifact. Closer now, he could see rust sots, popped "Ron, what happened to you?" Thor demanded. "Quiet, there! Quiet, I say!" welds, holes where fittings should have been. There were no main thrusters mounted at the base. "Heh. One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest-—" The sudden voice came from above. Alex looked up Alex noticed a dark horizontal line running across the with the rest and saw wild hair and a long New "Electro shock," Fang said. "And drugs. They must booster about halfway up His own belly lurched and Englander face, party white in the uncertain fluorescent have helped him, in one of the mental health centers." light, staring down at them from an opening high up in tried to turn over. The bird had been cut in half, he the Titan. The face showed nothing. He said, "Get realized. Cut in half, to transport it or to get it through a When Thor turned back, Alex could see tears staining away from that. It's not yours." door. He remembered that Bob had described Cole's his beard. "I knew Ron," he said. "I knew Ron back in rocket as a kind of Flying Dutchman, wandering from the old days, in Boston. We had dinner together at a Nobody moved. museum to museum. Thai restaurant there. He told me stories, wonderful stories. About how the Boston Globe made him the A knotted rope snaked down from above and the tall, This ship would never fly. It never could have flown. world's sixth nuclear power; about Wade Curtis and the thin man came down hand over hand. He landed too machete; and Reynolds and the Great Duel . . . He was hard, staggered, recovered. He took his place before the brightest man I ever knew, and look what they've I never thought it could. Never in a million years. Then the Titan, in no evident hurry. why was he so disappointed? Why was he biting his lip done to him. Look what they've done." He bowed his so hard that he could taste blood? He heard a sob to Page 92 of 166 head and Steve stepped to his side and put an arm "For all the good it does us," Sherrine said bitterly. "Oh "Yup. Says it's getting on for time to move on." around his shoulder. bloody hell, I'm, sorry. I'm really sorry." Some of the mad glint faded from Cole's eyes. It had all been in vain, Alex realized. The harrowing trip "Don't look now," Bob said. He jerked his thumb across Wisconsin; the blizzard; the narrow escape from "Harry, what are you doing here?" Bob demanded. slavery . . . All for nothing. The shining vision of the old toward the entrance. The homeless pair who had Titan had gone before them like a pillar of fire in the claimed the corridor were now in the room, still wearing "Better yet, what are you talking about?" Sherrine said. desert night. And at the end, they had found only junk their blankets. Sherrine wondered if they had clothes and an old man who had been helped by mental health on under them. The pair seemed to be hustling a girl in "Shh," Jenny said. "Come on where we can talk." She professionals. her teens. The girl tried to move away from them, but eyed the two spacemen. "Huh. You're walking now! the pair followed, evidently begging. You had me fooled." No one said anything. Bob studied the Titan, checking out every part of it; as if he could will it into flight The pantomime dance was curving them toward the worthiness, as if he could somehow find something rocket. Cole eyed the three warily and took a tentative "Not me," Harry said. "I guessed in Minneapolis. Come on-—" they had overlooked that would make everything all step to place himself between them and it. right. Steve consoled Thor, while Sherrine comforted a Thor looked at Harry and shook his head. "Same old weeping Gordon. Even Fang seemed bereft of ideas. One of the blanketed figures began to sing, very softly. bullshit. Like hell you guessed." He looked suspiciously The other joined in, then the girl they had been begging Alex watched Gordon cry. Thor had lost his friend. from. Even as close as they were, they could barely be at the girl who had come in with Harry and Jenny. "Who's this?" Sherrine had lost her job; or would when she failed to heard. show up for work in the morning. Bob had lost his van, She had dark hair, soft brown eyes, exotic features. and probably his job, too. But Gordon cried Sherrine thought that with a little makeup and some uncontrollably. Okay, for Gordo this is a totally alien attention to her hair she would be beautiful. As it was, planet. I could acclimate myself. I was born here. I loved Kansas; I cried when my parents took me up. I "Star fire! Star fire! she seemed to want to look plain: no makeup at all, not even lipstick, hair brushed severely back and tied in a could learn to love it here again. I could convince It's singing in my blood, I know it well! bun. She wore a skirt and sweater, both drab brown, myself that I was only coming home again. with black leggings and ugly leg warmers over those. The Titan had given their sojourn a purpose. They had We can know the promise of the stars. "Who's this?" Thor demanded again. had a goal, as quixotic as that goal had been. Now, they had nothing. Star fire! Star fire! "Violetta Brown," Harry said. He looked around the room, saw no one, and lowered his voice. "Oliver The promise of the universe is ours-—" Brown's daughter." CHAPTER THIRTEEN "Oh," Sherrine said. "Pleased to meet you, Violetta. Is your father-—" "See What Free Men Can Do. . ." "Harry?" Bob said quietly. "Waiting for us," Violetta said. "Come on. Harry has a "Nobody else," Harry said. "Been waiting for you. 'Lo, lot to tell you." Ron." "She's dead, then," Bob said. "Goddam. The rumor was right. Cole had a rocket. Maybe it was alive, once." " 'Lo, Harry," Cole said. "Wade send you?" Page 93 of 166 "That I do," Harry said. He turned to Cole. "You, too, Arteria looked up and caught the eye of Captain Arteria smiled. "I've always said that good old- Ron. Wade says it's time. Said you'd know what I Machtley, the North Dakota liaison. The State Police fashioned police legwork beats these computerize meant." agencies, fearful of being left out in the cold in the searches for useful results. Moorkith and his Green pursuit of the spacemen, had agreed to be coordinated Police are going nuts trying to straighten out their Ron Cole nodded slowly. "And past time. You'll be through Arteria's Air Police. records. They're too damn lazy to hit the bricks." back?" "Why don't you fill us in on what this says, Captain?" "Don't forget the Motor Vehicle data banks," said Captain Conte, the Minnesota liaison. "They were "Tomorrow," Harry promised. "Maybe tonight." scrambled, too. Remember when we tried to ID the Machtley cleared her throat. "Her name is Sherrine maroon van?" "Let's get out of here," Thor said. Outside he turned to Hartley. She lives in Minneapolis, but her grandparents live near the crash site; and the telephone company's Harry, "You get picked up as homeless-—" records show that she called them the night of the Machtley nodded. "That's an interesting point. Hartley's crash." grandparents would have been on Moorkith's un-Green "Lots," Harry said. list, too; if it hadn't been hacked up. They are not the milk and cookie type at all. The old lady is a former "But you're no crazier than you ever were. Why?" He "Well. That certainly sounds suspicious. Calling your gene-tamperer." grandparents." stabbed an arm back toward the dim lit space center. "Why the hell did they do that to Ron? And not you." "In the middle of the night? Besides, there's more," There was a general stirring around the table. "You're right," Arteria said. "Gene tampering does not sound Machtley said happily. Harry shrugged. "He was interesting." good at all." Arteria replaced the sheet in the folder and closed it. "Interesting?" "It violates God's law," put in Captain Traxler, the "Tell me." Wisconsin liaison. "And it harms the ecology. Satan's "Yeah," Jenny said. "The last thing you want to be is Machtley looked around the table at the others. That's work." different. Those mental health centers are filled up with right, thought Arteria. Share and share alike. graduate students, all just alike, no future, unless they "We've started checking up on the Hartley woman," can find an interesting case to write a thesis about." said Conte. "She was once reported as active in the "Dakota Bell's data banks were scrambled the next science fiction underground." "Ron couldn't be ordinary, no matter how hard he tried," day. If the off-line backup hadn't been done first thing in the morning, there would have been no record of Thor said. "Yeah. I see." Hartley contacting her grandparents. We suspect that Aha. "By whom?" the Legion of Doom was involved." Harry said, "Some of us hide it better than others." "Her ex-husband." Lee was unconvinced. "The Legion of Doom has been *** sparring with the phone company since Day One. It "Ex-husband. Was the report substantiated, or was it might not be related." just a messy divorce?" Captain Lee Arteria opened the folder and removed the single sheet of paper it contained. Do all files start as "We would never have found the grandparents," Conte shook his head. "Nothing was proven; and the innocuously as this? One sheet; but destined to Machtley insisted, "if we hadn't gone door to door. It records say she's kept her nose clean the last few multiply, like a bacterial colony. Trees die so that we was a neighbor who told us about the granddaughter in years. But still, where there's smoke, there's usually may keep dossiers. Minneapolis." fire." Page 94 of 166 Oh, well, thought Lee Artena, we never needed a expression. He tend to mutter to himself when he Mike, and they said you were coming. Only you didn't Fourth Amendment, anyway. Start making exceptions wasn't talking. Like Samuel Johnson, Sherrine thought. come, and they couldn't wait for you at the museum." in the need for probable cause and where did you He ushered them through the living room to another stop? Not at sobriety checkpoints. "Does anyone else room piled high with even more books. Mike patted his ample bulk. "Too conspicuous." have anything concrete to add?" Bruce and Mike were there. "What happened to you?" Bruce asked. Nobody spoke. After a moment, Arteria nodded. "Very well, Captains. Scrambling three separate databases "I see Harry found you," Bruce said. "Long story," Fang said. relating to Hartley, her grandparents and the van. Machtley, that was good work. It would be one hell of a "Yes. He said Wade Curtis sent him," Bob said. "So Jenny and I moved in," Harry said. He fished into thick coincidence." And there is a definite whiff of his pockets and held out a handful of change and a fannishness about Hartley. Gafiated years ago, but still "I work for Wade," Harry said. couple of bills. "Not too bad a location. Some people has connections. "Hartley may have been the woman in still care. A little." the van at Fargo Gap. It's worth following up. Captain "Doing what?" Conte?" They heard footsteps outside. Violetta opened the "Gopher. Booklegger. Postman. Whatever needs apartment door. "Hi, Mom." "Yes?" doing." Harry grinned. "He said go hang around Ron Cole and see if anyone from Minicon shows up." Mrs. Brown was bundled up against the cold so that "I think we should pay this Sherrine Hartley a visit, don't she looked larger than her husband. She looked at the you? And . . ." Arteria leaned back in the chair and crowd sprawled around her living room and smiled "But why-—" contemplated the ceiling. "I don't think there is any thinly. "More of your godfather's friends?" she asked reason to let the Green Police or the INS into this quite Violetta. "Glad to meet you, but I'm afraid I can't feed yet. Let's wait until we have more to show before we let "He guessed?" Sherrine asked. you all. We-—!" She hesitated. them share the credit." "Suspected," Jenny said. "He said maybe someone "Helga works at the university clinic," Oliver Brown The grins of the other captains showed that they knew would come looking for a rocket ship." said. "And I write science fiction. She doesn't get paid quite well how to share credit. much but it's more than I make. What she's too "If somebody from Minicon comes looking for a rocket embarrassed to say is that we can't afford to feed you." *** ship, tell 'em where to find one. That's what he told me to do. So here you are," said Harry. "Will this help?" Sherrine handed her bag of cheese to Oliver Brown had the entire fourth floor of an older Helga Brown. apartment building. There was no elevator. They "It doesn't work!" Sherrine said. She was near tears. "It carried the Angels up the stairs using sheets for never would have worked!" "Cheese? Wisconsin cheese? Ollie! It's real, the real hammocks. thing-But there's too much! I can trade this for a lot-—" "That pile of junk? Naw." The building looked old and run down, but the apartment was light and clean. Books were stacked "Until we got here you didn't know that any better than "Go see what you can get for half of it," Oliver said. "Violetta, go with your mother." everywhere, in book cases, in piles on the floor, on the rest of us," Jenny said sharp. every flat surface. "Maybe I better go, too," Harry said. "Tough Harry gave Jenny a pained look. "I knew it wouldn't neighborhood-—" Violetta introduced her father. He was a little taller than work. Anyway, we got here just ahead of Bruce and Sherrine, portly, with dark hair and a distracted Page 95 of 166 "You have to tell your story," Violetta said. "IT get "What does it say." Sherrine and Jenny were with him. "Once upon a Roland. My boyfriend, he lives next door. He'll come lifetime, I died a pioneer. Now I sing within a space- with us." ships's heart, does anybody hear?" Harry said, "It's sealed." The hurt barely showed. "Wade said I should burn this if nobody from Minicon "Fan?" Bob asked. showed up looking for Cole, but if anybody did, give it " `The Phoenix,' " Harry said with just the trace of a to somebody with judgment." He looked around the bow. "Julia Ecklar." Violetta laughed. "My father is Oliver Brown, my mother group. Finally he held the paper out to Oliver Brown. is Helga Brown, my godfather is Wade Curtis. You "Reckon he trusts you." "Damn drunk," Thor said. "Told you he's just a drunk. figure it out." Doesn't make any sense at all." Oliver took the paper. "What Harry is carefully not saying is that Wade and I are still collaborating on a " `Explorers in the desert keep bottle shops,' " Roland book. Harry brought me two new chapters yesterday." read. " `Skim milk masquerades as cream. It is time for the merry soul to move on, to see what free men can "All right," Thor said. "Just what the hell is going on? He went over to his desk and got a letter opener. He do. What man has done, man can aspire to. Love and We've chased all across Wisconsin. Lived through a was maddeningly slow, and Sherrine wanted to scream plenty kisses. W. ' " blizzard, almost got enslaved by a crazy alderman, as he smoothed out the envelope's wrinkles, then damn near caught by the cops, just so we can find out carefully inserted the letter opener and slit the paper. "That's it?" Sherrine asked. that Ron Cole is mad as a hatter and his rocket never There was a single sheet inside, and he took it out was any good. Now you tell us-—what in hell is it you slowly. want to tell us, Harry Czescu?" Oliver nodded. "I hope it means something to you." "If you'll shut up for a minute, maybe he can say it," I haven't seen Wade, haven't seen Wade for years," "We were hoping it would mean something to you," Oliver muttered. "Afraid it will cost Helga her job. If they Jenny said. Mike said. "Harry, he thought we'd understand this" knew. But they do know. They have to. May be they don't, though." He spread the paper out and began to Thor glared at her. "Thought it was important enough to send me here with read. "Ah. Hmm. Mmmh hmmmh. Yes. Yes." it," Harry said. "Wade says-—" "For God's sake!" Bob shouted. "What?" Which might mean he wanted you out of the way? "Wade says," Thor said. "Look, Wade Curtis hasn't Sherrine rejected that with a violent headshake. "Start "I'll read it," Oliver said. He cleared his throat. " 'King with what we know. He thought someone from the Con been sober in ten years. Maybe he's not raving like Cole, but he sent us here! He believed in Cole's rocket, David is in the high desert. It's a Doherty project. My would be here. Why? Nobody's come here for years. wings are made of tungsten, my flesh of glass and Because-—because he'd talked about Ron Cole's Titan just like you did, and I did and-—Oh, God, Damn, It." steel. at the Con." "Got a letter," Harry said. Explorers-—' " Mike: "Someone might have overheard-—" Bruce asked, "Letter for whom?" "That's a song," Sherrine said. Bruce: "-—and told the Angels!" "Maybe you." Harry took off his left boot. "Wade said I should give it to-—I should give it to somebody I Brown looked up. In the silence Harry sang, "I am the "So it's a message for us," Sherrine said. "Why in thought he'd trust." The inner lining wasn't properly joy of Terra for the power that I wield-—" code?" sewn to the boot shell. Harry reached between the two leathers and took out a dirty envelope. "Drunk," Thor said. Page 96 of 166 "What if Harry got picked up?" Fang suggested. Harry shrugged. "That's all." "Single stage to orbit, vertical take off and landing," Oliver Brown said. "SSTO VTOL." "No, I was carrying a manuscript for Oliver," Harry said. "Where is Curtis now?" Mike asked. His big shoulders rolled, free of that weight. "They'd Mike was frowning. "Sure, we all saw the briefing at a have sent me to mental health for that, letter or no." Worldcon. Long time ago. Nolacon? Somewhere in Harry shook his head. "I don't know, and I guess I there. Wait a minute and I'll come up with the name of wouldn't tell you if I did." the guy who was in charge of the Phoenix project." "He wasn't protecting Harry and me," Jenny said. "What, then?" "Great," Thor said. "So we have this nonsense from a "Hudson," Oliver Brown said. "An old friend of Wade's." drunk writer, and a messenger he doesn't trust with his "Who the hell cares what he thinks?" Thor demanded. drunken ravings, and we're supposed to get all He looked to Fang. "Maybe it's time to move on." excited." "Hudson. An explorer in the desert," Mike said. "Yup. Well, there's no question what Wade was talking about. Phoenix." "No, it's time for the merry soul to move on," Mike said. Fang said, "Thor, it's a puzzle." "That's Cole, of course. Not that it would be so obvious if we hadn't just seen him." "A spaceship. Where have I heard this before?" asked "Wade always did drink a lot," Oliver Brown said. "But Alex. But his blood was beginning to sing . Again. he turned out the stories. He used to be in the space "Skim milk-—Cole said that, too," Sherrine said. "Harry, program you know. Other things. Were you ever in his "Yes, I know," Sherrine said. "But-—but Phoenix was you had a message for Cole!" study before they burned it down? Big place. Books. And a signed picture of Voyager-—Hey!" real! They spent tens of millions of dollars on it. And Voyager was real, it flew around the world!" "And what were you supposed to do once you'd found us all and delivered the messages?" Bruce asked. "What?" Bruce demanded. Steve got up from the floor. As usual he seemed to "I can tell you exactly what he said," Harry said. He " `See what free men can do.' That was the inscription float up, as if-he could turn off the gravity. "Phoenix is on the photo. By, by the man who built it-Dick Rhutan! real, all right," he said. "I've seen it. It's in a museum in looked uncomfortable. Who flew Voyager around the world on one tank of gas. Mojave." That Voyager." "What?" Bruce said. "Another museum," Gordon said. "I think perhaps this "Rhutan. Voyager. King David in the desert!" Mike said. time we do not bother?" Harry looked out the window. "Suit yourself," Steve said. "But Phoenix flew once. I "Mike?" "Want me to tell them?" Jenny asked. saw it." "King David's Spaceship! It's a book title. And the "No. No, I'll do it." Harry stuffed his hands deep into his Rhutan brothers were working on a spaceship. A "Flew!" Alex tried to stand. Fang noticed and helped jeans pockets. "Wade said, 'Harry, I trust your honor spaceship called-—" He paused dramatically, holding a him. "Flew?" with my life, but I don't trust your judgment to go buy wide grin. "Wait for it. It was called Phoenix. They were the beer. If nobody shows up, forget all this and meet "Not to orbit," Steve said. "The Phoenix was just too working on it in the Mojave desert." me in-—well, where we meet, next month. If anybody heavy. Hudson had to make too many compromises. from Minicon shows up, go tell Oliver Brown, then "Be damned," Bruce muttered. "That was that thing that But it could have gone around the world, like Voyager, deliver the messages, and stand by to help people. I if NASA hadn't stopped him." looked like an inverted styrofoam cup-—" think they'll want help.' " "And that's all?" Page 97 of 166 Thor said, "Like the Spruce Goose? There's always a "What's that?" asked Bob. "We all have places to be," Bruce said. "Except you reason why it didn't work." and Fang. Steve, how are you getting back to California?" Steve sighed and smiled dreamily. "It seats ten." Steve's muscles were bunching. Thor was getting to him, though he may not have been aware of it. "NASA Sherrine felt her heart begin to pound. Seats ten, she "Amtrack. I have a ticket. Don't think I can get anymore. said it had to do with flight safety. Gary Hudson got to thought. Seats ten. "Never finished," she said. "Phoenix Maybe they'll be watching the stations anyway." take the Phoenix straight up fifty miles and dump most is too big to hide. Hah!" of his fuel and come straight back down. Then the Harry had been uncharacteristically quiet. "Jenny and budget cuts came, and the Green Initiatives passed, me, were headed that way. Maybe we could steal "Hah?" Mike said. and the Greens got in control." another bike-—" "Bottle shop," she said. " `Explorers in the high desert "So where is this Phoenix now?" Alex demanded. "We have a little money," Bruce said. keep bottle shops.' " "In a hangar on what used to be Edwards Air Force Smiles began to form. Bruce said, "Ah. A bottle shop "Yeah, but-—" Harry shook his head. "It's a rough trip, Base in California. It's been preserved as a reminder of riding double. Don't think the Angels would make it." sells miracles, and is not what it seems . . ." Big Bad Science, just like the Space Center here. Actually, I think the military may have had ideas they Gordon laughed. "Nor do I, Harry!" "And the proprietor of a bottle shop usually lies. So could use it. They didn't have the money to fix it, but what do we have? A rocket ship, in plain sight, and they never throw anything away either. It's out there `as Gary Hudson who helped design the bird makes sure "It's all crazy anyway," Alex said. "You know where a monument.' People are supposed to go out and be he tells everyone that it can never fly again." And it there is a ship. Single stage to orbit, seats ten. Assume scandalized; but . . . When I was there, a lot of the seats ten! It seats ten! it works, that unlike that ancient Titan, it has been well tourists had tears in their eyes." maintained. I don't believe it, but assume that. It will need-I'm guessing-half a million pounds of fuel? Liquid "Probably for all the money that was wasted," said oxygen and liquid hydrogen. They don't leave that stuff Fang sarcastically. lying around." "I do not believe it," Gordon said. "It is one more goose Steve nodded. "Truer than you think. I shed a few to chase. A chimera." There was no answer. myself at the waste. That's where I met Hudson. "Me, either," Thor said. "People, it's been fun, but I am They've got him conducting the tour." "Fine. You don't have the foggiest notion of how to get not chasing off to California after another rocket ship." the fuel, or how to move it if you did-—" Bruce jumped. "Himself? Why-—" "So what do we do with the Angels?" Bruce asked. "Details," Mike said. "I thought the Single Stage Experimental Lifter was never finished," Thor said belligerently. "They Thor shrugged. "Not my problem. The Con's over. proxmired the whole space program. They even You're Chairman. You take care of the pass-on. You "Dreams," Gordon said. don't need Fang and me for that. Time for us to move outlawed private ventures, like Hudson's." on-—" "I'm with Gordon," Alex said. "Look, we are very grateful, but it is time to give up the dreams. We have "That's what Gary said when I took the tour," Steve to look for ways we can hide. Forever, I guess." agreed. "SSX Phoenix was never finished. Just flew the Fang said, "Guests are my responsibility." once. Never fly again, he said. Over and over. One Silence descended within the Brown household. thing, though." Thor shrugged. "Suit yourself." Presently Mike Glider said, "We can get you ID, I think. Page 98 of 166 Permanent convention guests. God knows fans will Sherrine nodded. "If it can be hacked, he can hack it." "Don't know about you," Harry said. "I've got a help." message for the merry soul." "Would he?" "Given ID," Bruce said. "Sherrine?" "Then what?" Alex demanded. "Why should we care what that crazy man says?" "For space pilots? Oh, yes." "If I lose my job-—and I will if I'm not back tomorrow morning-—there won't be anything I can do." It's just a "Why don't we know him?" Mike asked. "He was one hell of a man, once," Thor said. dream. A dream that seats ten. Oh, damn-— "A hell of a man who got his brains burned out," Alex "Oh, RMS has been wanted forever," Sherrine said. "Then we have to get you back to Minneapolis. Fast," "Since before the Greens took over! He used to come said. Strain in his muscles was making him irritable. Bruce said. "That needs working on. Meanwhile, can to Worldcons, but-—well, he doesn't stand out in a "So what happens? He tells us another story, and we they hide here? Oliver?" end up in another stupid chase across the country, crowd. Doesn't want to." more crazy aldermen, cheese trucks, people with guns- —" Brown nodded eagerly. "I would be honored. I suppose "So how do you contact this RMS?" Bruce asked. you won't mind telling me about life in space?" "Alex, it was not so bad," Gordon said. Sherrine shrugged. "A million ways. It's just a question "OK," Bruce said. of getting the word out on the net. The Legion of Doom "What?" will see it and-—" But what if I don't want to go back? Oh, that's crazy. Let them find a way. I go home, I go back to my job. I get "I used to think I understood you people," Alex said. Gordon shook his head. "Was not fun, then; but think of Ted on-line and we work out the ID. And I go back to "Legion of Doom-—" the stories we tell now. Bed races. Dancing on ice." work, doing what I always did, my neat career and I have some memories. Oliver Brown chuckled. "Sure you're not a writer?" "Super hackers. They-—well, they're pretty good, and not always responsible. Some are fans, some aren't. "Sherrine's not the only hacker in fandom," Steve said But they listen to RMS, and he's a fan-—they'll let him "I wish to be. I have written . . . minor things. But it was conversationally. know we want him. The question is, will he believe us? not survival-oriented task, so . . ." Everyone's after RMS. Pick his brains, jail him, They all looked at her. "Yes, of course," she said. reeducate him, study him in psych labs, he's an odd Harry shrugged. "I don't know what will happen. Not my "There's Ted Marshall. And-—" fish and-—" job to know what will happen. I know what I was told to do." "And?" Mike demanded. "Easy," Bob said. "Resent what Wade said, don't you?" Jenny said. "RMS himself," Sherrine said. "Nobody knows anything She tried to smile. "Yes, we could get him to do it. I but his initials. Ever hear of emacs?" don't know why I didn't think of it before. RMS and Harry glared at her. Marshall, they can do it if anyone can." It doesn't have to be me. I don't have to sticky my neck out. I can crawl "The programmer's editor? Sure, I use it," Bob said. "True, though," she said. "Everybody knows it. Deep back under my covers. down, you do." "He wrote it." "So what do we do now?" Bruce said. Harry tried to grin. "You didn't have to say it." "Could he arrange fake ID for the Angels?" Bruce asked. Page 99 of 166 "Sure we did. I'm still with you, eh? You must do and come out onto their porches. They stood there with who showed it to Conte and Arteria. "Horsey looking, something right-—" She caught herself. "Anyway, we their arms thrust under their armpits, bouncing up and ain't she? You'd want to brown bag a date like that." got our job straight. Go tell Cole it's time to see what down in nervous anticipation. free men can do-—oops." "That will be all, Sergeant," Arteria said in severe tones. "Homeliness isn't a crime." Besides, it isn't true. She's Lee Arteria had never liked spectators. attractive enough. "Yes?" Bruce prompted. A glance into the pulpy sky showed that the storm had "Without the Angels, why is it time?" hours yet to run. Arteria called to the squad on the "Good thing, or she'd be doing hard time." Pyle barked Hartley porch. "No answer?" at his own joke and resumed supervision of the search. Bruce nodded to himself. "All right, we should all go see Cole." A pantomime shake of the head. Conte studied the picture over Arteria's shoulder. "What do you think, Captain? Is it her?" "Not me," Thor said. "You guys carry them. I'm not "Then break the door in, Sergeant Pyle." The going back there." policeman hesitated, and Arteria shouted, "Its fucking Arteria passed the photograph to him. "Probably. Show cold out here." it to some of those nosy neighbors hanging around out there. Verify her identity. Find out if they know the "That does present a problem," Mike said. name of the man in the picture, too." Pyle nodded and raised a boot. Two well-aimed kicks "Maybe not," Bruce said. "Harry-—Harry, go find Cole, broke the latch and the door swung in and banged against the back wall. Arteria crowded into the hallway Conte called to a trooper and gave him the instructions. and bring him here. Make sure you re not followed." with the others. "Wait," said Arteria as the man turned to go. "If it is "Maybe he won't come," Harry said. "Shit," said one of the state troopers. "It ain't that much Hartley, have him get copies of the photograph made warmer in here." for distribution." "He'll come," Oliver Brown said. "He knows the way." Conte stood by Arteria's elbow. "Are you criticizing the Lee went from room to room looking for inspiration. "Oh. Yeah, of course he would," Mike said. thermostat law, Trooper?" Nothing was conspicuously missing from the closet. The toothbrush still hung in its rack above the sink. One And that would be that, Sherrine thought. They'd take toothbrush only. An ice-coated pool of water stood in "Uh, no, Captain." the Angels to California, either to hide them or to try the sink. A housecoat thrown across the bed. Wherever again with Phoenix. But that wouldn't matter to her. By Sherrine Hartley had gone, she had left in a hurry and "All right. Spread out and search the place." tomorrow she would be back home in Minneapolis, safe had expected to return soon. and snug and not quite warm. "What are we looking for?" That fits. Angels down. Fans to the rescue. She picked *** up the housecoat. It was quilted; down-filled. Whatever Arteria threw back the military parka's enormous, happened to flimsy negligees? Arteria had always liked furlined cowl and gave the trooper a grim smile. "You'll those. Now you couldn't find them anywhere. Victims of The wind blew cold sleet into Captain Lee Arteria's know when you find it." face, stinging her exposed skin with a thousand tiny the new, chillier age. Besides, judging from her picture, needles. The Minnesota troopers and the Minneapolis Hartley had never been the type to wear risqué police formed a cordon around the small, one-bedroom nighties. house. Neighboring houses winked in the dusk as their inhabitants pulled window shades aside for a glimpse A search did not turn up much. One of the city police Or was she? Aah, who ever knew? Lee dropped the of the goings on. One or two neighbors had bundled up located a photograph of Hartley and handed it to Pyle, housecoat onto the unmade bed. What are we doing Page 100 of 166 here, pawing through some poor woman's personal Conte looked uncomfortable and opened his mouth to something here." He took the photograph from the things and laughing? The people at the University had say something, but he was interrupted by the arrival of trooper and studied it. described her as a loner, a misfit. A talented Jheri Moorkith and the Green Police. programmer, they granted, but, really, a nerdette, We? "How can the witness be sure about that early lacking in the social graces. morning business?" Arteria asked. And didn't I know a lot of those, boys and girls both, "Bureaucracy," said Moorkith, shaking his head. "Would "She says she sleeps light and the noise of the van once upon a time? This could be my room, if I'd stayed you believe it? I never received your memo announcing woke her up. Me, I think she's a nosy old biddy who where-—Bit late for that, now. Or is it? How long before this raid." likes to spy on her neighbors. But what the hell, a lead's one of the searchera found-— a lead, night?" Arteria shrugged. Okay, let's play head games. First The thought was hardly born when a city policewoman, you dribble crane around the floor; then I'll dribble Right. And the University said Hartley called in later her hands trust deep underneath the mattress, shouted yours. "It's probably lost somewhere in the that morning and took an unscheduled week's vacation. in triumph. She pulled out three tattered, dog-eared interdepartmental mail. The courier will find it stuck in She's supposed to be back tomorrow. When she does, paperback books, looked at the covers, and handed the bottom of his pouch tomorrow." we'll be waiting for her. And then what do I do? them over to Pyle with a smirk. "She's one of them, all right." "Well, no matter." Moorkith dismissed the breach of protocol with a wave of the hand. "I'm here now. What's The books were The Sixth Winter, The Man Who going down?" CHAPTER FOURTEEN Awoke, and Fahrenheit 451. Arteria hated civilians who tried to talk like cops. They "The Sister of Misfortune . . ." "Look at this crap, would you," Conte said in disgust. always got it wrong anyway. Conte flashed a "With all the problems here on Earth, why would sympathetic smirk. I'm glad he's your problem. anybody waste their time with this escapist stuff? We oughta take these and throw them right into the trash "We're checking on a possible lead. The details were in "We'll get him," Harry said. "It may take a while. Ron can." the memo-—" gets spooked easy." "What're the stories about, anyway?" Arteria took the Arteria was interrupted by the return of the state trooper Oliver Brown nodded. "Well he might. I'm not overly dry, brittle volumes from Conte and read the back with the photograph. "Good news, Captain," he said, anxious to have him seen here, for that matter." covers. Won't do to let them know I know already . . . reporting to Conte. "We've got a definite make on "Get this. It says here that The Sixth Winter is about the Hartley. Neighbor lady on the west says the fellow in sudden onset of an ice age; and The Man Who Awoke "We'll be careful." Harry and Jenny left, and Oliver the picture with her is an ex-boyfriend named Robert is about a scientist in 1933 who goes to sleep and barred the door. Needle-—or something like that. A university prof. Get wakes up in a future of depleted resources and ruined this: he's a materialist scientist. He used to hang out environments." "Do authorities watch this house?" Gordon asked. with her a lot. We're running a make on him now. But, get this, the neighbor says he drives a maroon van. Conte took the books back. He scowled at them. And he showed up here about two in the morning the "We don't think so," Oliver said. "Helga and I are better "Yeah? What's the third one about?" night the air thieves went down." known for fantasy. And the SCA." "Burning books." Moorkith sucked in his breath and traded triumphant Alex shook his head. "SCA?" looks with Conte and Arteria. "I think we're onto Page 101 of 166 "Sorry. Society for Creative Anachronism. The Current The room was cluttered as well as cold. In the habitats, heavily bundled, walked quickly down the street on the opposite side. He-—or she-—clutched a cane not Middle Ages. I was king, once." a space this cluttered would be a death trap: masses could crush a man from any direction. Here, gravity . . . needed for walking, and glanced warily left, right, "I think I will let Alex explain later," Gordon said. "May I then again, gravity was part of the problem. Loose behind. objects had to rest all against the same surface. read now?" Get used to it, Alex, my boy. From now on this is home. There were the inevitable book cases, but here odd "Certainly," Oliver said. "What would you like?" tapestries hung on one wall. They showed scenes of Maybe not. Phoenix! He remembered the program. A dogs chasing deer. Two large steel swords hung in the low-cost system, not merely reusable but savable. It Gordon grinned and swept his hand to indicate the corner, and below them were two almost identical could get to orbit even with one engine out. Ran on disorderly piles of books everywhere. "I think I will find something-—I will remember where, and put back swords made of wood. A day couch near the window liquid hydrogen and liquid oxygen. was piled high with-—"Costumes?" Alex asked. there." "Armor?" They make hydrogen. If they make hydrogen, they must have oxygen as well. But-— "Thank you. Use my big chair if you like, the light's "Yes. I mentioned the SCA? We still meet, we still hold good there; very good, it's a comfortable place. Alex, tournaments. It is an allowable activity. Indeed, many of There was a tap at the door. "Come in." you look tired." the Greens come." "Heh. Considering that I weigh almost a hundred kilos- Gordon came in, frowned at the costumes, swords, and "But what do they-—you-—do?" —" tapestries. "I thought perhaps you might want company." Oliver Brown grinned. "Why, we dress up in medieval Oliver patted his ample bunk. "Alas, so do I. So do I, costumes and pretend we live in the Middle Ages," he but I am more accustomed to it. Perhaps you would like Gordon found a pair of cushions and lowered himself to said. "What else? It used to be fun to learn medieval to rest in the spare room?" the floor, slowly, carefully. "It is tiring, standing upright skills, how to live on common, cheap food, fight with so long. But, every day grows easier. Perhaps I will like swords and spears, and run a civilization with low it here. The people are . . . interesting." "Yes, please." technology. Now-—" Alex smiled and sat on the bed beside Gordon. Oliver led the way. "I'm afraid it will be a bit cold," he "Yeah. I see." "Remember what they do to interesting people." said. "We don't heat this room. Hydrogen is scarce." He ushered Alex through the door. Oliver piled the stuff from the couch onto a chair. "We "Is criminal. Alex, is no objective evidence for the don't go often now," he said. "I am afraid someone will effectiveness of psychoanalysis. Just replaces "Hydrogen?" get drunk and forget that the Greens are listening." He conscience, original sin and confessor with superego, handed Alex a heavy wool cloak. "Use this as a id and analyst. In Stalinist times, was used in same way "Yes, the Greens like to use hydrogen. They pipe it blanket. I'll call you for dinner." to deal with dissidents. Our way is so obviously right through the old natural gas lines. Alas, much leaks, and and good that if you disagree you must be crazy." is wasted, and since they shut down most of the power The window looked out onto gray, mean streets. Other plants there is little electricity to make hydrogen." apartment buildings, identical save for their graffiti, "I never heard you talk this way before, Gordo." lined both sides of the block. The cars were old and in "But they do make it?" disrepair. One was up on blocks; another, stripped. Street lights flickered uncertainly, then brightened in the "I sound angry? I am angry. I like these people, Alex. I am half-Russian. Mental health clinics . . . I know what "Oh, yes. Here we are. As I said, the room is cold. I'll growing dusk. Alex looked to the sky, but found it overcast with low-hung, gray clouds. A solitary figure, get you a blanket." Page 102 of 166 they are risking to help us. You saw Cole. I don't wish "Fusion synthesis. Yeah. And his people have been "Why?" that to happen to Sherrine, or any of our friends." saying they'd have that Real Soon Now since before you were born, Gordo. Face it, even with chlorine and "Why not? We have to go somewhere. Steve said "Neither do I. It's simple enough. We let them go home, nitrogen and more genetic materials, there are just too California was our best chance for going underground, damn few of us!" and we keep moving. No more dreams." anyway." "You must always have dreams." Gordon craned his "Yet you are eager to return." "And when Phoenix fails to rise from her ashes, you will neck and looked at him. "You do not wish to remain chase after the next rumor and the next." "Hell yes! I fought to make Freedom a home. Home is down here, do you?" the place you would die to save. And that's not the "At least I'll still be trying. What else is there to do?" Alex rose and walked to the window. He studied the bottom of the Well. Not that it matters. We can't go back." shrouded sky once more. "No." *** "I think this, too," Gordon said. "But-—is not so bad." "Yet, you were born here. This was your home." Ron Cole sat in a large stuffed chair in the oversized living room. He looked somehow out of place, and kept "Yeah, yeah," Alex said. "But dammit, the Downers are A shrug. "That was a long time ago." casting nervous glances left and right. Jerky on a downward spiral, too. They turned their back on movements, like a bird's. Then he sprang from the chair the future, and now they've got no more chance than and shoved it into a corner of the wall. After that he sat "And if we go back? Colonies are doomed. We all know the habitats! Every decade, every year, they're less slightly more at ease, though he still seemed to twitch this." able to cope. It won't be long before conditions will be nervously. like that song, 'Black powder and alcohol. When your Alex looked around the room. states and cities fall-—' " "Is it still paranoia," Thor whispered to Alex, "when they really are out to get you?" "You think they listen?" "Orbital decay." Cole's eyes danced from face to face around the room, "No. If these people are listening without permission it "Eh?" lingering briefly on each. He frowned slightly when he would be more than-—no. But don't say that where they locked gazes with Alex; and nibbled on his lower lip can hear, Gordon." "Is like Mir and Freedom, nye pravda? Spiralling over Harry. "Oliver," he said plaintively, "there are too downward. Every decade atmosphere drag eats many." "Is pravda, though. More than pravda. Is true." velocity. But perhaps a timely boost can still save them." Helga and Violetta had already returned with several Alex nodded slowly. "Yeah, I suppose it is, over the bags of snack foods that they had bartered from the long haul. We're running out of everything. The Alex scowled and looked away from him. "It's not that grocery store for the Wisconsin cheese. They broke resource base is too small." He laughed bitterly. "Ninety easy. We're not talking about a space habitat you can open bags of chips and trail mix into large bowls and percent of the resources available to the human race, strap booster rockets to." hand them out. Alex raised his eyebrows. easily available, aren't on Earth, and we have them. But the resource base is too small. Not enough people, not "No, trajectory of people is harder to change. So. What "So much in trade?" he asked her. enough chlorine, nitrogen-—" do we do now? Do you believe in this Phoenix?" "Oh, people will pay far more for the cheese than it is "Dr. Lichinsky says give him few more years, he will Alex worked his lips. "No, but-—if there's even the worth," Helga explained. "I suppose that, as long as a make chlorine and nitrogen." slightest chance." single slice can make it out of 'America's Dairyland,' Page 103 of 166 people can tell themselves that things, aren't all that Cole licked his lips. He looked sly. "I know where you Fang shook his head. "I'm seeing it through. I finish bad and they'll return to normal someday." can get some peach brandy." what I start." "Nostalgia has value, doesn't it?" said Sherrine. "Don't "Yes, Ron," said Helga from the kitchen door. "We "Let me know what you decide." we have our own nostalgia? For the way the future know. You sell it to us. Harry?" was." When Thor had gone, Cole peered at the group from "Yes, ma'am?" Minneapolis. Oliver held out a hand. "I'll vouch for " 'A Fire in the Sky'. . ." said Bob. them, Ron. You trust my judgment, don't you?" "Could you help me out in the kitchen for a minute. I'm "And we all want a slice of that future, too," said Mike cutting up the rest of the cheese for hors d'oeuvres." Cole sucked in his lips and nodded. with a grin. Harry looked briefly angry, then looked sidelong at Ron "Harry delivered the message?" "The Phoenix," said Bruce. Cole. "Yeah, sure." "Oh, yes. It's time to move on and see what free men Cole jerked and looked at him. "You're not supposed to Jenny took his arm. "Come on. They don't need us can do." know about that. What do you know about Phoenix? here." She led him from the room. At the doorway, she Oliver, I don't know these people." turned. "It really does hurt his feelings, you know. He's Silence lengthened. Faintly from the kitchen came not as tough as he likes to act." song: "Take it easy, Ron. Nobody here but us chickens. Alex and Gordon here are . . ." Oliver shifted in his seat. "Sure. But, Christ, Jenny, you know him better than any of us. I sent him out for beer "Angels. Yes, yes. That's obvious. Bone structure. once and . . ." "Nader's Raiders want my freedom, OSHA wants my Height. Anyone can see that. And Thor. I know Thor. I think. It's so hard to remember sometimes." "And the store was closed, so Harry broke a window. I scalp and hair, know. He likes to tell that story." Alex exchanged looks with Gordon. Was their origin If I'm wanted in Wisconsin, be damned sure I that obvious? If so, how could they ever hope to Alex frowned. "He smashed a store window to steal maintain a false ID? Or was it-—remembering the other some beer? That doesn't sound-—" won't be there! people they had encountered along the way-obvious only to someone like Cole? "No, he left money for it." If the E-P-A still wants me, I'll avoid them if I "You know Harry," said Oliver. Thor was sitting on the floor with his back to the opposite wall. He rose smoothly and dusted himself. "I can. Cole made a face. "Yes. I knew Harry. Know Harry. Oh, guess I'll take a long walk." They're burning down the cities, so I'll be a thank you." Steve said, "Hey, Thor . . ." And Fang reached out and wanted fan." Violetta had come by with a tray of glasses. Cole took touched the golden giant's arm. one and sipped it. "Oh my, yes. What is it?" "Sorry, Steve. Fang. But I haven't stayed loose this "Dandelion wine." long by hanging around a bull's-eye. Neither have you." Page 104 of 166 It twitched nerves. Oliver said, "Whatever happened to "They took her ROMs." Cole perked his head up and "Strike two." Alex held up a second finger. escapist literature? Ron, tell us about Phoenix!" beamed at them. "And of course," Cole continued, "there's no fuel." "Phoenix. A fire in the sky," Ron Cole said. "It flew Steve cocked his head. "They took her ROMs?" once, you know. I was there. Gary was sure it could "Strike three, and we're out." He turned to Gordon. "All I circle the Earth. They wouldn't let it fly all the way, "It means," said Alex, "that they pulled all the computer asked for was a chance. But there's no chance here." though. They kept her chained. Not everyone wanted chips with the flight programming and internal controls. her chained, though." His voice had become nearly Engines, life support. Everything that made the bird Cole blinked rapidly. "Oh, but none of those are normal, and Oliver leaned back, more relaxed now. alive." insuperable obstacles. No, indeed. Not insuperable, at all." "It was politics. NASA and the military," Cole said. "The Sherrine sat up straight. "Programming? Why, we cost per pound of payload to low earth orbit was five to should be able to replace that! Bob and Gary can work Oliver Brown nodded slowly. "You don't have the IMU. ten kilobucks. Those were the official numbers. The out the physics. And Tom Marshall and I can do the What is it you have, Ron?" real cost-well! NASA got five billion a year and they coding." were lucky to get a launch every two months. If Gary could fly to orbit for a few million dollars instead of Alex smiled thinly. "About 200,000 lines of code, to Cole looked sly. "Well-—" billions, NASA would look ridiculous." judge by the birds I've flown? That's 100,000 lines "ROMs. He gave you a copy. For safekeeping," Oliver apiece. At 100 lines a day, that would be three years' insisted. "I remember," Alex said. work." "Yes, yes, you know us both, of course you know that. "But the Air Force was going to build it, part of the "That's right," said Mike. "ROM wasn't built in a day." Yes. I have them, back at the museum. Wrapped in foil. strategic defense system, but then the Russians gave I have them, safe, safe. We thought we thought once I up their empire, and the Air Force wasn't worried Sherrine slumped. "Oh." would go with Gary, but not now, not now. Now I would anymore that someone would seize the high ground on be a burden." them. So they killed the program, but they hate to throw "Strike one," said Alex, holding up a finger. "Is there anything away. Pack rats, they are. So they anything else, Dr. Cole?" "Unstrike," Mike Glider said. He held up three fingers, decommissioned her and set her up on a public part of and folded one down. "Now what about the-—IMU?" Edwards, so technically they still have some "There's the IMU, of course. They took that out. jurisdiction." Couldn't leave that in." "Oh, we know where that is. They put it in a safe place." Cole nodded happily. Alex leaned forward. "How did they decommission "What's an IMU?" asked Fang. her?" They waited while Cole continued to nod. A pained look "It's an inertial platform," Bob explained. "It would be crossed Oliver's face. "Where is it, Ron?" Cole chuckled. "They unplugged her. Heh, heh." about so big . . . His hands cut a figure in the air. "Maybe a little bigger than a shoebox." Cole became suddenly wary. "A very safe place." His Bruce frowned. "What does that mean?" eyes slid left and right and he leaned forward and "I don't suppose you have one on you?" Alex asked whispered. "It's in the military security area at Edwards Cole looked uncertain. "You're sure I can-—" Cole. AFB." "You can tell us," Oliver assured him. Cole looked at his hands, as if he expected to find an "Military security area. A safe?" Oliver asked. IMU there. "No. That I don't have." Page 105 of 166 "Something like that," Bob said. "We've got security " . . hydrogenation of fats; and of course, there's the TV "And the oxygen? LOX?" containers at the University. Surplus-——" industry." Cole shrugged. "Liquify air, and boil off everything else. "That sounds simple enough," said Fang. "Just Silence. It is really very simple." He spread his hang smiled at straightforward B&E and a little burglary. Harry!" he them. "And there you have it." called. "Would you mind, repeating that, Ron?" said Oliver. "We didn't get it all." In spreading his hands, Cole revealed two bright glassy Harry stuck his head in from the kitchen. "Yo." marbles. Go on pointed at them. "Shto eto?" he asked. Cole squeezed up his face. "I was simply explaining "You know those things at Bob's university?" why, in spite of government craziness and propaganda, "Hmm? Oh, my family jewels. I made them. A long time there are still plants making hydrogen. The Greens may ago-—carbon-12 diamonds." Cole stared at them "Look like file cabinets with a big combination lock," not like industry, especially the chemical industry; but morosely. "It was my idea, but the big companies took hydrogen is politically correct. When you burn it, the the idea away from me. They make good lasers, you Needleton said. ash is water vapor. There are things that they want to know; but I kept these because they were beautiful." have-—that they need to have. Like television. You "Sure," Harry said. can't make television sets without hydrogen." "All right," said Alex, still not quite believing it. "There are chemical plants operating that make hydrogen-—" "Can you open one?" "Heating, too," Oliver said. "We have hydrogen pipes in this building. It's not very pure, but it's hydrogen." "They're small, too. Ten to twenty people." "Take about half an hour if you don't mind noise. All true, Alex thought. And the more Cole talked, the "And pipe it through the desert. And the LOX you get by Couple of hours if any body's listening." saner he became, probably because in talking science compressing air and letting the 02 boil off. Fine. But a he was orbiting in his home module . . . half million pounds-—" Mike Glider folded down another finger. Two." "And the fuel?" Alex demanded. "Where are we going to find a "Yes, indeed," Cole said. "All you need is methane and Cole shook his head emphatically. "That's the total, not half million pounds of liquid oxygen and liquid electricity. And steam. Methane-CH -is everywhere. all of that is hydrogen. What you need is 66,500 4 hydrogen?" Natural gas. Swamp gas. You get some when you pounds of hydrogen. It's bulky, but well, there are crack petroleum or pyrolysize coal. And cow farts." ways." They quieted down. Sherrine seemed crestfallen. Bob and Oliver, somber and thoughtful. Steve, folded into a Mike's jaw dropped. "You're going to make rocket fuel "And the oxygen?" Gordon asked. lotus on the floor, vibrated with nervous energy. "Shit," from cow farts?" said Fang. "That's a stopper all right." "Most of the ship is oxygen," Alex said. "No, of course not. I only meant . . . methane is Cole looked puzzled. "But that's the easy part," he said. common. There is hydrogen in the pipelines. There will "All right, I bite," Fang said. "How do you liquify air?" "You make the fuel." be a pipe to Phoenix." "Turbo expander," Cole said. "Four hundred thousand "Wait a minute, " Alex said. "A hydrogen pipe? Liquid pounds of oxygen, make it on the spot." hydrogen?" Alex strained to hear Cole through the resulting babble. The man kept talking in the same low tone of voice "No, no," Cole said. "Just hydrogen. But you compress "Where do we get a-—turbo expander?" Bruce asked. despite the noise around him. Finally Bruce put two it, and it will liquify. It is not that difficult." fingers in his mouth and whistled. Page 106 of 166 Cole shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't cared since Cole bent over the padlock and worried it with a key. "Edwards Air Force Base," Cole said. "The rocket test they-—since they ruined my ship. But Gary will know. "This leads back into the bluff underneath the museum. stand. Get them there. Gary Hudson will do the rest." Oh yes, Gary will know." It forms a subbasement where they used to bring exhibits in and out. Hardly used anymore. No sir. Cole approached the nearest truck-—Larry? -—and laid Mike Glider folded his index forger halfway. "Only half a Hardly used." his cheek against it. "I've been waiting for this day strike left." forever." There were tears in his eyes. Alex, Bob, Sherrine and Oliver stood behind him, Alex found himself nodding, nodding. Half a strike. casting occasional wary glances around the open area "I don't get it," said Bob. "You've got the ship and "Now I'm lost. A-—turbo expander. What powers that?" by the lake and at the museum. you've got Gary to pilot it. You've got the backup ROMs-—maybe-—and know where to get the IMU. "It's like a jet engine," Cole said. "Very like, a jet engine. "Ah." Cole grunted in satisfaction and the chain fell You know where to find fuel and you've got the trucks away. The doors pulled smoothly up and clicked into to move it. So, tell me one thing, Ron. Why didn't In fact, it is a jet engine, but it won't fly-—" place with a satisfying snap. Behind them, two Phoenix fly a long time ago?" gleaming Peterbilt tractors reared high and proud. The "So it needs-—" headlights and grillwork had been polished to a sparkle Good question, thought Alex. that coruscated from the quiet sun overhead. "JP-4. Kerosene," Cole said. Cole pointed to Alex. "Because we were waiting for "There they are," Cole announced. "Larry and Curly." him." "A lot of kerosene, I expect," Oliver Brown said. Alex stepped into the warehouse. He ran his hand "What?" Mike Glider held up one finger again. "Strike-—" along the bright, cold grillwork. Each tractor was hitched to a long, silver, cylindrical tanker. The logo "How could you know our scoopship would-—" "Yes, a lot," Cole said. "But not more than we have." painted on the side read: "Wait!" Oliver held up his hands. "Wait. Ron? Ron, it's "What?" Bruce demanded. all right. It's been years and years. Most of us forgot Phoenix ever existed. How did you know Alex was Cole grinned widely. "Larry and Curly. You must meet MILKHEIM coming?" them. Alas, I sold Moe . . ." LOW-FAT MILK "Know Alex was coming? No, that's silly. Alex? Couldn't know. Couldn't know. But we needed Angels to make it fly. Angels to bear her up into heaven, lest she dash The door on the abandoned warehouse bore a her foot upon a stone." stenciled sign reading Private Property-—Museum of "These will hold liquid gasses?" Science and Appropriate Technology. Rust speckled Alex rubbed a hand over his face. Oh, dear God . . . the metal siding; grass and weeds had punched Cole's head bobbed. "Twelve thousand gallons each. I through the cracks and edges of the concrete truck got them war surplus for practically nothing. For "You see, she won't reach orbit on her own. Gary told apron. The shattered windows had been boarded over peaches . . ." He laughed. "They are filled with RP-4. me that. Long ago. Before. She's a heavy-duty ship, and covered with graffiti boasting of long-vanished Enough to power the air converters. Now all you must designed for flight tests. And maybe Gary cut the gangs. The cold wind blew off the lake and crystal do is get them to Thunder Ridge." design too close. She can get to elliptical orbit, but it patches of gray frost nestled unmelted in the shadows. won't be stable." He turned watery eyes on Alex. "And "Thunder Ridge." Page 107 of 166 up to now there's been no way to change that. But you "Some details are important," Cole said. He pointed to the University computer center, setting it up so they can." stacks of 55-gallon drums racked against the far wall couldn't trace back to her. opposite the still. "Shemp." Bruce checked off something on his list. "Good. I'll have Alex blinked. "Shemp?" The Ghost set up the Great Scavenger Hunt." He looked at Alex. "Fans will come up with stuff we never "What in the world is this?" asked Sherrine. She called from the back of the cavernous garage. Alex and the "Fourth truck," Cole told him. "Sold it before I sold Moe. thought of. You'll have your cornucopia." others followed her voice to a dark corner behind the Full of JP-4. Kerosene. Heating oil-—" trucks where an immense and convoluted structure of Bruce checked off another item on the list. "Mike." piping stood hissing. Out of one end, small dark Oliver nodded. "People pay a lot for heating oil and droplets of liquid fell into a holding tank. Oliver started they don't ask questions." Mike came to abrupt attention-—hard to do while to laugh. slumped in a chair-—and snapped a salute. "Oui, mon Alex blew a cloud of breath into the chill air. "No, I don't capitan!" "So this is it!" he said. suppose they do." He had a sudden, wild image of Cole, his eyes glowing crazy, careening Moe around You find out about the plastic corn at Iowa State." Cole bounced up and down from his knees, holding a the streets of Chicago, making clandestine midnight finger over his lips. "Shhhh!" deliveries of black market heating oil. It was a hell of a "Yes, mon capitan!" He looked at Sherrine. "I'll need a planet. name," he said. "What is it?" Sherrine repeated. *** Sherrine rose. "I can call my grandmother right now. Bob frowned at the structure. "It looks familiar. I've Oliver, can I use your phone?' seen it somewhere." He started to hold his finger under Bruce was a SMOF. He made a list. SMOFs always the dripping liquid, but pulled back. Who knew what make lists. "Use a public phone," said Thor. "Always use public that stuff was? phones. Its a rule." Sherrine sat on the floor next to Steve, with her knees "It's the regenerative cooling system from the old Titan drawn up under her chin and wondered if she would Fang looked at him. "I thought you were quitting this." up in the museum," Oliver explained. "Ron stripped it ever see Gordon and Alex again. She pictured Phoenix out and used it to make his still. He distills fruit soaring skyward on a pillar of fire. God, to be there! But Thor shrugged and looked away. "Last reflex twitch of a brandies." He placed a finger under the drip and stuck it she would be back home, and would hear about it only dying brain." in his mouth. "Blackberry. Very tasty. The museum on the news (if they dared run it on the news) and she doesn't pay Ron squat." would smile a secret smile that her coworkers would "Don't do it now," said Bruce. "Wait till we're done never understand. here." He studied his list and licked the point of his "I pay them," Cole said. "Heh. Apple is best. The trucks pencil. "Steve. You've got to get back to California, were bought with apples and peaches." "First," said Bruce, "we need identity papers for the right?" Angels, in case Phoenix doesn't work out. Sherrine, Bob started giggling. "Moonshining in the basement of Mike, Bob and I will be returning to Minneapolis. Sherrine, you'll link up with Tom Marshall and get that Steve, meditating in a full lotus on the floor, answered the Museum of Science and Industry? I love it!" without opening his eyes. "Right." ball rolling. Okay?" Alex smiled. "Yes, but back to the trucks. Is there fuel? Back to Minneapolis. Sherrie nodded. "Sure." Back to "Could you be our point man for the first option? Head Can we get to California? Or is that another detail?" the old terminal. It would be tricky, working things out of up to Edwards and talk to Gary. Get the full picture. Fill Page 108 of 166 him in on what's happening. Find out if he'll volunteer Fang raised his hand and waved it back and forth. "I "Why not?" his bird." want Larry." Damn you, Sherrine thought. And I'll be back at my "He'll volunteer, all right. I only met him the once; but Bruce blinked. "Why Larry in particular?" computer console-— the one thing in life he wants more than anything else is to fly that bucket." "Because I always liked him. The Forgotten Stooge. He Bruce tugged on his beard. "Okay, then. Bob and Fang never got the credit he deserved." drive. Harry and Jenny scout ahead. Steve takes the Harry popped the lid of a beer can. "Odds are that train to coordinate with Hudson. Now what about Dr. Wade has already filled him in." Bruce made a note on his pad. "Fine. Jenny can ride Cole? Ron, what do you want to do? Stay here?" the bike-—or can you drive this rig?" "Sure, but Wade doesn't know everything. Steve, it "It may not be safe," Cole said. "It has been getting can't hurt to make sure." worse every year. Another year, two at most No, there Bob said "She doesn't have to. I'll drive." is no reason for me to stay here now." Steve opened his eyes. "I know that. My dojo can stay Bruce frowned. "Bob? Don't you have to be back at the closed another few days." "Want to go to California?" University?" "We're not asking you to go underground," said Bruce, "I took care of that. I'm not going back." "No. It would be too painful," Cole said. "You may have checking another item off the list. "Oliver will hide the the tank trucks. I have another, a six-wheeler. If you will Angels until everything is ready." Sherrine looked at him. "What happens to your help me load my still on it, I will be all right." students? I thought you told me you owed it to your Oliver bowed. "My honor." "I'll help," Thor said. "Ron, if you like, I'll go with you. " students to teach them." "Especially Gordon," added Violetta, giving the younger He met her eyes. "I will be teaching them. This will be a Cole looked at him. "I remember you. Yes, I would like Angel a broad smile. "You can make Roland jealous." that. Thank you." lesson they never forget." Gordon said, "Well, uh . . ." Sherrine took a deep breath. "I'm going, too," she "Are you contemplating going to orbit?" Alex asked. announced. "Check," said Bruce. "Next item is to get the trucks-—" "Sure. I'm in good shape, I have a Ph.D in physics, and "What?" said Bob. "Now, wait. You can't take that the rocket seats-—what? More than two." chance." "Larry and Curly," said Cole. "More than two, da," Gordon said. "But-—" "You are." "-—to California. We need drivers." He looked at Thor, Fang and Harry. "He's saying don't burn your bridges," Alex said. Bruce brandished his list. "You've got to go back to "Commander Hopkins may not want another physicist. Minneapolis to coordinate the Angels' new IDs," he Even if this Phoenix works, which isn't all that damn "I told you already," Thor said. "Count me out." said. clear to me." Harry shrugged. "I can take one, but the bike will be She shook her head. She had been wondering for days more useful. You'll need scouts, and Jenny and I do "I know that," Bob said. "I didn't quit. On the way here I whether she was risking her job-—whatever security that best." called the University and told them I have typhus. she could count on in poor, doomed Minneapolis-—or whether she was leaving it behind. Now she knew. "Typhus?" Thor said. Page 109 of 166 Damn Bob, anyway. "You don't need me. The Legion of She paused, took a deep breath. "I made some other "Oh, Ron Cole. That's the kindest thing anyone has Doom can handle this. So I guess it's not so important calls. Tremont says they've got my house staked out ever said to me." that I get back to my job tomorrow-—" and they're asking about Bob around the University." "What you're saying," Bob said, "is that you don't want Bob stepped away from her. He looked a little gray. to go back to your job." "Gather round," Bruce said. He sat in front of Oliver Sherrine touched his arm. "We'd both already decided Brown's fireplace and tapped the paper against his She took another deep breath. "I guess that is what I we weren't going back." hand. "I've got a list." said, isn't it?" "I know. It's just . . ." "Why am I not surprised?" Mike asked. "What?" "List?" Harry asked. Sherrine called her grandmother from a phone booth in the candy store on the corner. She used a few tricks to "Now we can't go back. It's different when somebody's "Things we have to do. First thing: Mike, you're the only shunt the call through four other trunks just to humor following you around burning bridges." one who has any right to be at that research place, the Thor. After she had talked to Gram, she was glad she one with the bacteria." had. Bruce and Mike exchanged glances. "What about the rest of us? Doc Waxman?" "Well, yes . . ." She must have looked badly shaken up when she left the phone booth because Harry, who had escorted her She shook her head. "I don't know. But why would they "It's not far out of our way," Bruce said. "We go there, there, looked concerned. "What's wrong, Sherry?" have any clues that point to you guys?" make sure everything's all right, and Belinda Jenks will meet us in her car and get us back to Minneapolis. The "I-—" She shook her head. "Take me back, Harry." Mike let out his breath and Sherrine knew that she rest of you will go on to St. Louis. The St. Louis people should be relieved for his sake, as well; but she was will get you aimed west." Back in the Brown apartment, she handed Mike a slip simply angry that he was happy to be off the hook. of paper with a name and phone number. Then she "Right. We're off then," Harry said. "We'll be sure turned to Bob and fell into his arms. "Oh, Bob. We "Oh, dammit. Dammit." She made fists of her hands. "I everything's all right." made the right choice, after all." Tears ran down her never had much; but it's gone now. My house. My car. cheeks. When had she started crying, for Ghu's sake? All my clothes, except what I packed for this `two-day' "What if it isn't?" Mike asked. "What can you do?" She didn't like to cry. excursion. Everything." "We can warn you," Harry said. "What do you mean?" Bob asked. Bob shook his head and said, yeah, he was sorry for her, too. And that made her cry even more, because, "How? Telephone?" "I mean they know about us!" hell, Bob had lost as much or more as she had, and somehow he could smile. She felt a hand on her Jenny sniffed. "We'll get you the word. If we have to "Who?" shoulder and turned and stared into Ron Cole's crazy make enough noise that everyone in the country eyes. knows-—" She patted her oversized handbag. Bruce rose from his chair. "Who knows what?" "Don't worry, dear," he said. "Don't worry. You can "Yeah, well that makes sense," Mike said. "But-—" He "The police. Gram said they came to her house asking always stay in my Titan. The sister of misfortune is took Harry aside. "Harry, take this. It's a thousand." questions. About me. About a maroon van. I-—I-—" hope." Page 110 of 166 "I don't need-—" light. There's a weight limit on their baggage.> Anonymous reply on same bulletin board. Mike's voice was low but intense. "Harry, you never ask until you need it right now. This time-—just take the -—Well, an imp has to keep itself warm somehow. If money, Harry. Think of it as default option money. It's you would heat the dungeon I wouldn't have had to * * * ignite that stack of Lan's Lanterns last week-— your last gasp. When you run low on funds and Jenny's ready to rob some poor schlub at gunpoint, use the Captain Doom flashed the light briefly at the big damn money instead." deg.Shriekdeg. wooden sign. PUTNAM'S WORM FARM. WORMS FOR SOIL CULTIVATION; WORMS FOR BAIT; Harry hadn't taken it. Mike said, "You know her, Harry. -—Or the FOSFAXs or Mimosas. They're getting dry WORMS FOR ALL PURPOSES. He pondered that, Any excuse. "Bring it down, bring it down-—" wondering what other purposes worms might have. and crumbly. Make good tinder Then he shrugged and touched his throat mike. "Captain, Doom to SMOF-One," he whispered. "I am in "Yeah." Harry took the money and had it in his boot position." with a minimum of motion. -—Point? Point? Oh, very well. Friends, don't trust The "Roger, Captain Doom," he heard Benjamin Orange's Ghost. His minds aren't what they used to be. Send voice tinny in his ear. "Go for it." your contributions to the usual places. DUFF, SKIFFY, CHAPTER FIFTEEN TAFF, they're all in this. The final drawing hasn't been Captain Doom nodded to his three companions. He scheduled yet; but the big prize is still the Trip of a grabbed a section of chain-link fence while Mark and Lifetime. Remember, two Grand Prize winners have Treasure Hunt, or The Hundredth Dream Lisha Hartz worked their wire cutters in unison. Then already been chosen, but don't let that stop you from he lifted the loose flap like a trap door. He clapped the giving them the boost they need. They're feeling a little third fan on the shoulder. "Chain up! We're going in." Down.> ago. Me, not you, Ghost. Eh? No! Not the Spell! Not the hole in the fence. Spell! Arrgh!-— -—Ghost, with both hands, you couldn't find your-— While his teammates were gone Captain Doom tied twisties to the cut sides of the fence flap. Then he waited. When his mental count reached three minutes plastic sacks bulged and Captain Doom caught a whiff -—That's why I'm here, you pitiful Primary Ego. This is Anonymous note on electronic bulletin of the contents. "Better double-bag that," he said. "It's a too serious for me to sit back and watch you screw board. long ride back." things up. Did you think I would stay down there His three companions nodded and slipped away into amusing myself by burning those old copies of The the darkness. As he fastened the loose fence section Intergalactic Reporter-—? Page 111 of 166 back in place with the twisties, Captain Doom triggered "You've got too much there, miss. They'll choke each It was accompanied by a rather fuzzy photograph of a his throat mike. "Captain Doom to SMOF-One. Mission other out." nude woman in unidentifiable surroundings. The accomplished. Have the deodorizers ready." remainder of the headlines lined the margin of the front page like wallflowers at a school dance. One of them Winnie sighed. Why did men assume that, because she proclaimed a new "Thermal Diet" to help keep one Captain Doom rejoined the others. Benjamin Orange looked like a covergirl, she did not have a brain in her warm and comfortable during the colder winters. From stood by the open back doors of the panel truck they head? "I know what I'm doing." what he could glean, it involved a considerable amount had come in. Doom's teammates and two other teams of curry and jalapeño peppers. were already seated inside the truck, wiping "If you'd like a little advice on gardening, I get off at greasepaint from their faces. Orange was garbed in five." slacks and dress shirt and sported a prominent bow tie The woman caught him reading the front page and, in the Black Watch tartan. He wore a headset and "That's very generous. My husband and I will be glad to with a sniff of righteous indignation, folded it over and throat mike that left his hands free for a clipboard and have your help." Husbands were useful, she reflected, returned it to its rack. Thor wondered what unspoken checklist. SMOFs always made lists. rule he had transgressed. Could one freeload on a as the clerk suddenly busied himself with his job. One freeloader? of these days she would have to get one. "Can you hear me, Team Gamma? Can you hear me?" He glanced up as Captain Doom approached. "How'd * * * Fang scurried up to him with an armful of spice cans, the worm farm go?" dumped them into the arm basket Thor held, and dashed off for one more run. Thor scanned Fang's Thor waited by the checkout lane at the supermarket, choices. A little bit of everything, with an emphasis on "It went like clockwork, Orange." holding a place in line while Fang scurried back and the preservative spices. When the contents were used forth with small purchases. That earned him a glare up, the light tin-plated containers would still be "Good." The SMOF nodded. "Good. Wait." He put a from the lumpy, dough-faced woman who was next in valuable. He considered for a moment sending Fang hand to his earphone. "Ah, there you are, Henry. I can line. Probably upset because, due to Fang's ploy, she after some jalapeños, but decided it would take too hear you now. Have you got the bull semen? Yes, I was one place behind her rightful place in line. Thor long to explain. know it's kept cold. We've got a refrigerated container considered letting her go ahead; decided against it. Her in the truck; so hurry it back here. SMOF-One, out." He shopping basket was piled so high that by the time she was through at the cash register the glaciers would be Where were the Angels by now? Halfway to St. Louis, grinned at Captain Doom. "Let's see the Lunarians top probably. Thor toyed idly with the spice cans. Was he that one. With that plus the ova from the agricultural in the parking lot. right to drop out? After all, Fang was sticking with it. school . . . if the Angels can't culture a bit of laboratory He'd be setting out in Larry as soon as they bought the beef, then we aren't the Fanoclasts." The doughy woman gave him one last glare before, supplies. rustling the pages with a flourish, she dived behind the *** anonymity of a checkout tabloid. This one, called the international Global Celebrity Tattle-Tail, featured a But someone had to watch over Ron Cole. And the fewer people hanging around the Angels the better. The clerk at the checkout counter raised his eyebrows. lurid headline in 72-point type: And the Phoenix would never fly anyway. "Starting a garden, miss?" See what free men-— Winnie Null piled more seed packets on the counter. "Sure am." "ICE NUDES ON GLACIER!!!" Thor sighed unhappily. He had really believed in the Cole legend. A naive belief, he saw now. His parents The clerk studied the packets. "You must have a mighty had always been after him to "be realistic." Especially big plot." after catching him with "that" literature. So he had "Big enough." Page 112 of 166 always associated realism with a world where dreaming he wore pushed back on his head. Between them, dumping his wife for a better looker, Jake had been was suspect. Gordon dozed fitfully. dumped in turn for a more virile stud? Ninety-nine out of a hundred dreams came crashing Sherrine had thought that the truck cabin would be Or else Jake and Heather were living a life of connubial down around you. But if life always fell short of your crowded with four of them aboard; but she found that bliss in a suburban bungalow somewhere, with a expectations, that was no argument for lowering them. the big Peterbilt could fit three across the seat while the miniature Jake and Heather scampering around them. There was always the hundredth dream. fourth could rest in a smaller sleeping compartment behind the cab. The two Angels did not mind the Well, well. How little we know ourselves. She had not cramped conditions. In fact, they seemed to relax. The shopper in front of him finished her check through thought about Jake in a long, long time. Yet, the Sherrine judged that they were accustomed to sleeping recollection still drove her heart to flutter. Not the end- and Fang returned to line with a jumbo jar of quarters not much roomier than the back of the multivitamins just in time. Madam Doughball pointedly Jake, but the early Jake. He with the wide, smiling Peterbilt. did not move aside for Fang, but that didn't stop the mouth and the perpetually shadowed jaw and the crusty old guy. He lobbed it. audacity to wander through the timescape of They passed the turn-off for Winnemucca, which made undreamed lands. Somehow, beneath the bitterness, her think of Cordwainer Bird. Bird had taken the beneath the anger, there was . . . not love, but the Now, there was someone who had the Talent. Fang National Endowment for the Arts advance for The Very, shadow of a love that once was. could dream realistically. The Titan had not fazed him Very Last Dangerous Visions; Really. And This Time at all. An option had failed to pan out; there were other I'm Not Foolin' and vanished without a trace. Rumor She was glad when Bob pulled over and turned the options. speculated that he was preparing the ultimate diatribe; wheel over to her. Gordon half-woke, then settled back. the one that would rock the Establishment to its very Alex climbed out of the sleeper box like a sleepy spider Fang watched the tally carefully. Programming skills foundation. monkey. Bob crawled in. Sherrine put the monster in were deteriorating and scanners had been known to gear. commit egregious errors as a result. But all Thor could There were stories about Bird. Some of them were true. see in his mind's eye was the magnificent ascent of Phoenix from her desert home. With ten berths in her The task at hand was to honcho an eighteen-wheeler to I wonder if Bob misses his van. Foolish question. Of St. Louis. Other cars drifted past like windup toys. crew cabin module. Eight of them up for grabs. He wondered if any of the others had had the same dream course he did. He had had that van a long time and had There weren't many in these early morning hours. he had. kept it in careful condition. It was comfortable, like an old slipper. Lots of memories there. The truck turned majestically, less like a car than a But it wasn't realistic. seagoing liner. A lot of momentum in an eighteen- Lots. The quilts and blankets in the back of the van wheeler. But if they stuck mainly to the interstates she were not entirely meant for insulation. Sherrine gave would be okay. No sharp turns. What was it that Bill *** Bob a sidelong glance. She was not opposed to Vukovich had said after winning his second strait Indy marriage, in principle. Not for sex, although the new 500? "There's no secret. You just press the accelerator Riding in the cab of an eighteen-wheeler tank truck laws made it safer that way, but for the comradeship. to the floor and keep turning left." southbound on I-55 for the Gateway City, with the She had even tried it once, and it had been the pavement humming beneath their tires and off-highway happiest three years of her life . . . though the marriage "What did you-—?" neonlit diners flashing past in the darkness, Sherrine had lasted five. had a barely controllable urge to tune into a country/western station. Bob was hunched over the "Did I say that out loud? Sorry, Gordon. Back to sleep." Whatever had become of Jake? Had his liaison with steering wheel, eyes glued on the road ahead. He looked like a trucker. They'd found him a yellow Heather lasted? The Cookie had struck her as one who "Can you drive and talk?" baseball cap with the name of a feed store on it, which enjoyed the chase more than the prize. Suppose, after "Sure, Gordon. How are you holding up?" Page 113 of 166 "I was asked, `Am I still having fun?' I am. You?" faded behind them. HARRY'S ALL NIGHT "Worse than that," Mike said. "They didn't even wait. A HAMBURGERS. She felt a sudden passion for Green flying squad burned the main building out. Killed four of the research staff-—and got off as justifiable "I haven't had time to stop and think since Bob rousted cheeseburger and fries. manslaughter." me out of bed to pull Angels off the Ice." She remembered the comfort and security of the computer * * * room with a longing that shocked her. There was an "Wasn't the only place that happened," Harry said. "The animal contentment to living only in the present, snug He licked the pencil tip with his tongue, tucked the big pogrom-—lot of scientists killed that year. Okay, under the covers and comforters, giving no thought to receiver more firmly against his ear, and held his hand what's next?" the future. poised over the order pad. "All right, go ahead. You want what? Cornish hens. Fine, ma'am. Yes, we do. All "We get shovels," Mike said. "They buried the bacterial The future was a sneaky tense that crept up a day at a sorts of barnyard animals. A half-dozen? And what? I cultures out in the cornfield when they heard the mob time, each tomorrow just a little different from the last, see. Is there some reason why they should be was coming." until one day you looked back along the path you had pregnant? How about a nice rooster, instead? Fine. traveled and saw how very, very far you had come from Yes, you can pay when you pick them up." "I better watch the bike," Harry said. your roots. Safe and secure; but with your dreams cauterized. In the bright light of day, she could see that * * * "It's all right, I can see it," Jenny said. that path of accumulated tomorrows was a smooth and slippery one that led down, down, down. The bottom of The clapboard building was falling apart. The porch Harry shrugged. "Okay." He looked around at the a Well was the point of minimum energy; which was roof sagged, and the windows were boarded up. wasted fields. "Shovels. Dig where?" why it was so easy to rest there unmoving. Shutters and sidings loose and brittle with time ratted in the prairie wind. Behind the building, black and rotted To move, however . . . Ah, that was another matter husks dotted a weed grown field. Mike Glider gingerly "They faxed me a map," Mike said. He grabbed the doorknob and shook it. The door would not budge. entirely. There were other paths, other tomorrows. One got out of the truck and looked around. "Harry?" "They used student labor during the school year; then could choose among them. And she had made her used volunteers so they could continue working the choice. "Here." Harry and Jenny came down from the decaying land"-—again, he tried the door-—" into summer porch. sessions. There are probably all sorts of tools-—" He And having made that choice, having left behind kicked the door. "If we can just get inside." everything in her life but a change of clothes—"Yeah. "I thought this was the place," Mike said. "Now I'm not Yes, Gordon, I'm still having fun." so sure." The doorknob was pulled from his grasp. "I came in through the back," Harry said. But both Angels were asleep, slumped into each other "This is it," Harry said. He held up a piece of broken as if boneless. board. IOWA STATE COLLEGE AGRICULTURAL Mike looked at Bruce and Bruce looked at Mike. "I RESEA-—The end of the sign was charred black. would have tried that next," Mike said. He stepped Sherrine felt more at peace than she had had at any inside the building to the musty smell of cobwebs and time since Jake had left. Yet, all the psychologists "Sure is run down," Bruce said. rotted wood. A thick layer of dust coated the floor, would agree that she should be feeling terrible tensions broken by the tracks of rodents. and insecurity. A body at rest tends to remain at rest, unless acted upon by an outside force. She had never Mike nodded. "Yeah, but it was once the pride of the Agricultural Service. They did a lot of good work here." The building was a warren of rooms and closets. thought of Newton as a psychologist before. Abandoned offices. Desks with empty drawers hanging open. File cabinets overturned. Papers scattered about They passed an interchange. A neon sign on the feeder "Closed by court order," Harry said. the floor, stained with rodent droppings and the leak of road below them glided out of the darkness and then rain through the roof. Page 114 of 166 "God damn them," Mike said reverently. "They did good *** 737b. He wasn't sure he wanted to know how much of work here. Milk. We had a way to synthesize it was held together with glue. "You work on some hormones. Natural hormones, what cows make The plant manager spoke in such a broad Texan mighty big parts, Johnny. Awkward shapes. Must be a themselves. Give the cows more and get half again as accent that you would never guess he was not problem handling the stuff." much milk. Only they wouldn't let us use it." originally from Texas. Just as some people were "more Catholic than the Pope," Ron Ellick reflected, others "Oh, not the raw material you were asking about. That "With people starving?" Jenny demanded. "How long were more Texan than the Texans. Johns even kept a comes in blocks. Come on, let me show you." has that been going on." stuffed rattlesnake in his office. It all seemed very strange, because they were in the Pennsylvania coal Johns led him to an area of the plant filled with country, nowhere near Texas. Ellick felt right at home. "They discovered how to do it back before the turn of shelving. Each shelf held a stack of what looked like the century," Mike said. "In 1987." solid oblong blocks. "The way the industry's been The plant manager led him past the beds of enormous ruined, we have enough honeycomb in stock here to NC machines jigged to shape different parts from the last a generation." Johns shook his head sadly. "But-—why-—" base material. All but one were silent and shrouded. "Anyhow, the stuff was shipped collapsed into blocks The plant was weirdly quiet with only a handful of like this. Easier to handle. We set the blocks on an "They're still testing to see if it's safe. That's what the people at work. The echo of hammer, saw and drill extender, put hooks in each end, and stretch 'em open Greens said. The dairy corporations didn't fight very sounded small in its cavernous spaces. "Not very busy, like an accordion." He pointed to another machine hard. The last thing they need is cheap milk. Mr. Johns," Ellick ventured. which to Ellick looked like a rack from a medieval Oversupply, they called it." torture chamber. His mind toyed with the notion: a "Call me Johnny," the manager said. "And you're right. modern day horror story . . .. He found Bruce at the back door of the building. The We aren't very busy, `t all. Because of the all." door was hanging loose on its hinges, and the jamb "So the original honeycomb block," Johns went on, around the latch was broken and splintered. Bruce "takes up hardly any room at all. Ginny, show Ed here "All?" pointed to the shattered door. "When Harry said he what happens when you put a block in water." He came trough the back door-—" nudged Ron Ellick with his elbow. "Watch this." "Right. Pollution laws won't let anyone drill for all anymore. So, less fuel for the airlines. And they cut "He's got a helluva knock, doesn't he?" back on the number of flights because it might damage The worker pulled on a pair of metal reinforced gloves. the ozone layer. So fewer planes are being built." Glaives, thought Ron Ellick. Chain mail. It seemed Harry approached them from the farther hallway Johns shrugged. "Bunch of guano, if you ask me. But appropriate for someone who worked on a rack. She carrying two shovels over his shoulder. " I found a store I'm an interested party. The aerospace people were our pulled a block from the shelves and began to lower it room," he announced. He gave one shovel to Bruce; biggest customers. Now all we get are maintenance end-first into a barrel filled with water. the other, to Mike. "And there were just enough and spares orders. There's an example, on that pallet. shovels." See where Mitch is gluing the details in place? Now, "This one is aluminum," Johns told him. "But we have what does that remind you of?" honeycomb, in all sorts of metallic and non-metallic *** composites." "A bee's honeycomb." The block was completely immersed in the water now Johns nodded. "Right. We call it structural honeycomb. and the level in the barrel had hardly risen at all. "Ninety percent air," Johns assured him. I doubt there's That there is part of the nose assembly for a 737b." any structural material on the face of the earth that Ron Ellick studied the part dutifully. He had flown from combines the structural strength with the lightness of honeycomb." Minneapolis to Philadelphia, courtesy of 3MJ, on an old Page 115 of 166 Ron Ellick nodded. Or off the face of the earth, either. Ted grunted and laid the first chip down. All five had Ted laughed. "It's a damn shame they banned these things. The trade problem-—" "How much for the blocks?" been modified to look like Nintendo "Game Boy" cartridges. "Cyberbooks. And you want to know if I can Johns rubbed his chin and looked thoughtful. "The duplicate them?" "Trade friction had nothing to do with it." Will took the aluminum kind or the-—" Bookman from Ted, saw that it was open to Pebble in the Sky and flipped through the electronic pages. "Can Will Waxman nodded. "And the reader." He set a Sony Bookman on the table between them. "Maybe a dozen you imagine any gadget better designed to seduce the "Each." of each?" Video Generation into reading?" Johns cited a list of prices from memory. Ron Ellick wrote them down on a notepad. "OK, Johnny, I'll talk to Ted picked up the Bookman. "Where did you get this Ted frowned. "Nah. Conspiracy theories are fun, but it's usually just ineptitude or-—" baby? I thought their import was banned." my people. You can ship it to California?" Johns nodded. "Son, the way the market is right now, "It is." "A well-read, educated public is more difficult to lead around by the nose ring." Will leaned across the table. I'll carry it to California." "Can you duplicate the chips and the reader, Ted? I Ted inserted one of the cartridges into the Bookman need to know." and touched the "game buttons." "How does it-—Never *** mind, I got it. This is page forward; and this is page back. Hey! You've of the entire Heinlein canon in here! Ted Marshall shook his head. "No, I can't. The And Asimov and de Camp and . . . What does this programming? No problem. But the chips themselves . button do?" . . I'm not a hardware man." "It moves the cursor around so you can tab hypertext The old man sighed. "I was hoping to keep my buttons. Go ahead, move it to the story title you want to originals. Oh, well." read and then press the 'A' button." *** Ted held out a placating hand. "Hold on, Will. I don't Ted did so and smiled when he saw the title page know how to duplicate the hardware, but I know Ted Marshall was a young man, round of face and soft appear on the screen. He glanced at the other someone who knows someone." of muscle. At 5' 11" and 160 pounds, he gave the odd cartridges. "This must be a lot of fun when you're impression of being both skinny and overweight. He browsing through the encyclopedia." Free-lance electrosmithing was almost as incriminating had an aversion to athletics of any sort. Every morning as free-lance programming. Will didn't ask further. Ted he watched a run of joggers pound by his home, lifting "Flying tough the encyclopedia," Will corrected him, Marshall made the Bookman and its chips vanish. "I'll them up and putting them down; a peculiarly elaborate "like a stone from David's sling skipping over the water. see what I can do. You won't mind if I make copies for form of self-torture. In high school, he had taken No, more like jaunting in Bester's The Stars My myself, will you?" remedial gym. Destination or the stepping discs in Niven's Ringworld. Did you ever hear Philip José Farmer's definition of a "Of course not." He held the chip up to the light and looked at it. "How dullard?" many books does it hold?" "Still. Won't the, uh . . ." He cast his eyes toward the Ted shook his head. "No." ceiling. "Don't our friends need things like algae for "About five hundred," said Will Waxman. The old man their hydroponics a lot more than they need books?" with the bushy patriarch's beard laid four more on the Will grinned. "Someone who looks a thing up in the table. "This is almost my entire library. The last one, encyclopedia, turns directly to the entry, reads it, and there? That's the Encyclopaedia Britannica." then closes the book." Page 116 of 166 Will shoo his head. "Man does not live by pond scum Alex could see the St. Louis waterfront laid out below gravity field is like building poem under constraint of alone." him. Many of the docks and wharfs along the river sonnet form. Requires craft and artistry." stood dry and inaccessible, since so much of the river's source water was locked up in northern ice. Starved as *** Alex noticed Gordon's lips move and grunted. The she was, though, the Mississippi was still a mighty stilyagin was probably trying to compose a poem on the stream; and tug barges and riverboats crowded her like spot. It was that sort of distraction that got him put on a Manhattan street. The Missouri, which entered a few probation, then on the dip trip. miles upstream, was still running near strength wind and rain patterns having so far kept her watershed But Gordon was right about its beauty. In orbit Alex nearly ice-fee. would not have wondered twice about the Arch. Such construction would have been easy, given the mass . . . Even so, Alex noticed two barges aground o a mud bar which is never given, in orbit. That's why we need *** near the East St. Louis side of the river. Grain barges Moonbase so badly. All that free mass! But in a gravity from the north, Bob told him. Files of people, ant-mall in field . . . how did they keep it up? Its soaring lines the distance, marched on and off the barges, balancing "Oh, what a cute little bunny rabbit!" said Adrienne seemed to defy gravity. He tried to imagine the forces baskets full of grain on their heads. He wondered how Martine-arnes, stooping over to peer into the cage. The acting on the arch. The downward vectors must be much of the cargo they could salvage before rats and oversize rodent inside laid her ears back and sniffed. translated into vectors along the length of the arch rot did for the rest. The Gnawing incisors lay bucktoothed over the lower itself. A neat problem in basic physics. It was a lip. Yes, aren't you cute." And plump, too. Rabbits gave fascinating planet. His eyes travelled along the sleek good meat per volume. So did guinea pigs. Gordon, sitting between them, suddenly perked, up and parabola until, in an odd echo to his thoughts, he saw pointed through the windshield. "What is that?" he what looked like vector arrows pointing down from the "May I help you?" The pet store manager had come up asked. top of the Arch. As he watched, the arrowheads swayed slightly in the wind. behind her. "That is the Gateway Arch," said Bob, taking the exit Adrienne rose and turned. "Yes, you may." She had the onto Memorial Drive. "Our destination." "What are those?" commanding presence of the queen of Olympus. A white streak accented her otherwise black hair, as "But what does it do? What is its function?" Bob squinted through the windshield. "Beats me." He lightning does the night sky. "How much are the rabbits reached back over his shoulder and rapped on the and the guinea pigs? The manager told her and she "The Arch? There's an elevator inside that takes you to back of the cab. "Coming up on the Arch," he said. nodded. She pulled a checkbook from her handbag. an observation platform on top. And there used to be a "And do you give quantity discounts?" Pioneer Museum underneath; that's closed up now for The panel separating the sleeping cubicle from the cab lack of funds." slid back and Sherrine stuck her face through. "The fan *** club meets in the underground museum, right?" "That's all? Not for microwave relay or, your word . . . When they came to the Interstate bridge over the weather observation or such?" "That's what Violetta said. They'll give us a place to Mississippi, they slowed, and Harry and Jenny came by spend the night." He pulled to the side of the street and on the motorcycle. Harry held up his hand, thumb and "No, it was a tourist attraction. A monument. Why?" turned on his blinkers. A car and two horse carts drove forefinger in a circle. around him. "All clear," he announced. Gordon shook his head in wonder. "I have never seen "All clear," Bob said. "At least from outside." such an artifact built for no useful purpose. Could make Alex heard the door to the sleeping cubicle open and poem about such beauty. Building under constraint of shut. He squirmed a bit in his seat; then he gripped his Page 117 of 166 cane, unlatched the passenger door and slid to the Her lips parted to answer him, then she shook her "Welcome," he said. "I'm Hugh." He indicated his sidewalk. head. "Come on, then. I think the entrance to the old companion, a giant to rival Thor. "We call him Fafhrd." museum is over this way." Alex wondered what she had been about to say. He thought he could make a "What are those things up there?" asked Sherrine, "Hey," said Bob, "where are you going?" reasonable guess. Couldn't stick to the flight plan, could staring up against the glaring sun at the four bundles "With Sherrine," he answered. He flourished his cane. you, Alex? And why? To moon along after a woman dangling from the Arch. who . . . He wanted to say that he found her attractive; "For the practice. And just in case." that he admired the way she had abandoned her career The young man looked up, shading his eyes with his and freedom to help him; that he wanted to get to know hand. "Scientists from the University. They were *** her better. But the words stuck awkwardly in his throat. accused of practicing nuclear physics." Held down by gravity. Sherrine saw him coming and waited politely on the Sherrine stared at Hugh. "They hanged them for that? tiled plaza. She was framed by the gleaming Arch She led him down a concrete ramp festooned with Because they were convicted of being nuclear against the backdrop of the river. A barge drifted lazily gaily-colored graffiti and handbills. One large poster, physicists?" behind her, keeping carefully to the cannel buoys. He plastered overtop the others, announced a closed- was struck again by her fragile beauty; a beauty she circuit TV address by Emil Poulenc, "Discoverer of the herself seemed oddly reluctant to acknowledge. Most Ice Folk." Whatever that meant. The sun was high in The young man shook his head. "They weren't Earth girls seemed terribly short and muscular to him; the sky, brushing the shadows from the ramp. Four convicted. We think they were four of the people who and he had seen enough by now to realize that pudgy odd, circular shadows wavered like black spotlights on ran the museum here. The place was empty after that, and burly were the norm. Yet, Sherrine continued to the paving stones. and we moved in." Hugh had led them inside. Alex saw allure him. a flash of silver at his left hand, then jumped as a huge hominid shadow caught the corner of his eye. Why can't I ever pick a woman who'll choose me back? Was it only a physical thing? Or was it a fixationé-— imprinted like a baby duck!-—brought on by the fact Hugh had a knife in his left hand. He'd had it ready Sherrine knocked three times on the boarded-up doors that she was the first woman he had seen after Mary while his right immobilized Alex, while the giant at the bottom of the ramp. A face like a side of beef had . . . had betrayed him? Now there was a thought! doorman guarded him from overhead. "Duke Roland peered down at her from behind a plywood partition, says you're to be trusted. I trust my senses when I can. too high up. With a bit of a stutter she said, "We're Alex, how do you take a shower in free fall?" Betrayed you how, Alex? Because she didn't order you knights of Saint Fantony." back upstairs after that first missile attack? Because she left it up to your own stupid pride? If anyone Alex said, "It takes forever to get wet and forever to get His face showed nothing. "Here for the High Crusade?" betrayed you, Alex, it was yourself. dry. Wherever water is, it wants to stay. We don't have enough water anyway. Mostly we-—Hugh, how would a "To win victory or sleep with the Angels. By order of Downer know if I was lying?" A sudden horn jolted him from his reverie. Two men in Duke Roland." a horse jitney shook their fists at him as they pulled around. As if they hadn't the whole street to "This Downer was a physics teacher at KC High. "Duke Roland" was Oliver Brown. themselves, Alex thought sourly. Milady, I might grant you're an angel, but not an astronaut." The giant's face withdrew into shadow. A minute or two Sherrine said, "Alex? What's up?" later the door opened. Sherrine smiled and colored. "No. I was one of the rescuers." "You don't want me with you?" The young man who opened the door was considerably smaller. In the midday brightness he seemed shy and "I see." Hugh's arm swept in a circle. "Well, welcome awkward. He blinked up at Alex and held out his hand. all!" Others came from out of the shadows beyond the Page 118 of 166 entryway. Many people, some in armor. "You have "They've been quiet for so long. The timing must be Lee Arteria thumbed idly through the file folders. They're up to something. But what? Fans were friends?" significant, wouldn't you agree, ma'am?" technophiles, so they were watched; but they were mostly flakes, so the effort was sporadic and "Yes. I'll go for them," Sherrine said, but she didn't "True." incomplete. And they kept trying to recruit the cops, move at once. "Hugh, if the locals are hanging "Someone must be hiding the spacemen, or we would lecturing them, giving them reading material, driving scientists, are you safe here?" them crazy. have found them by now." Hugh's face closed like a wall . . . and then he said, "We are safe indeed. I am Duke Hugh Bloodcup "But sci-fi fans? Really, Lieutenant. Could a bunch of More fanac would surface presently. Bull semen, because I was King Hugh of the Middle Kingdom six nerds and geeks have slipped the aliens past the earthworms, dung, game hens? Worse than the years ago. The locals-—the Downers-they hanged four search parties on the Ice? With virtually no notice, mind Stardust Motel Westercon Banquet! Bouncing potatoes, bouncing potatoes-—A known fan in Portland bought scientists here, once. But when others came to disturb you." She grinned. "Maybe the Ice Folk have them." rabbits. One buck and several females. How did that fit us, we buried those bodies and replaced them. The the pattern? Impregnating rabbits with bull semen? A locals see four bodies hanging from the Arch. They Billings made a face. "Ice Folk. Supermarket tabloid secret gengineering project? But to what purpose? never think to examine them, to see if they've been nonsense. A newly evolved race of humans who can cycled. But there are rumors enough to protect us, and live naked on the Ice? And there's that Sherrine You'll come abouncing potatoes with me! if they won't-—" Hartley. She never reported back to work. And her Angels down. Fans to the rescue. That, said the boyfriend with the maroon van called in to report he has "Yes. I see. Your Grace, Alex MacLeod will need to sit typhus. Typhus! And vanished. Captain Arteria, this waitress, is roast beef and a salad, too! You'll come a- bouncing potatoes with one! But what would they want even in your presence-—" other fannish activity must be related to the spacemen, with Cornish game hens? too." "Yes, of course. A chair for our saintly guest! And an *** escort for Lady Sherrine!" "Cornish game hens, Lieutenant? How will that help hide the fugitives?" The St. Louis Society for Creative Anachronism were "I don't know, ma'am. They might be stocking a hidden not exactly fans. But there was considerable overlap between SCA and fandom; and Oliver Brown had been CHAPTER SIXTEEN hideaway with food." King Roland II, which made him a Royal Duke, and the SCA people were deferential to their aristocracy. The The Last Shuttle "Bull semen, Lieutenant? Earthworms?" Arteria leaned place was used by fans; but it was an SCA fief. forward, hands placed flat upon the desk. "Dung?" The museum was a large, low-ceilinged space broken Billings turned red. "Maybe they're hiding on a ranch or up by partitions and display cases into quasi-rooms ill- "I tell you, Captain," Lieutenant Billings insisted, a farm." lit by kerosene lanterns and candles. Men practiced "something is going on. There's been increased activity with padded weapons in cleared spaces. Women in the fannish underground over the past few days. "Could be, actually. Anyway, you've convinced me. showed each other intricate ways of making cloth with Weird activity." Something's up. Get reports on all unusual activity by their fingers. Men, women, children huddle around the known or suspected fans. Let's get 'em!" light sources, reading tattered old books; talking and arguing with animated gestures; or, in a few cases, Lee Arteria nodded to the AP lieutenant standing stiffly writing intently on smudged tablets of lined paper. before the desk; reached out and rifled through the "Yes, ma'am!" thick stack of reports. "Yes. Though how can you tell when fannish activity is weird?" Page 119 of 166 Two knights brought Gordon inside, one at each elbow, If they're tearing down the cities I'll help any and helped him to a chair. He was pale with effort . . . no, Gordon was stronger than that now. Pale with "Wanted fan for plain sedition, like the singing way I can." shock. He'd walked under four corpses. of this tune. Alex said, "Still think the Well is worth saving, tovaritch?" If NASA hadn't failed us we'd have cities on the "Yeah, Jenny, I know you would . . ." Gordon nodded. "Desperately so." moon. Gordon gravitated to one of the fans who was writing furiously on a legal pad. He stood a little aside so as "Where's Sherrine?" not to distract the woman; but Alex could see that she If it weren't for fucking NASA we'd at least have was aware of the Angel's hovering presence. "Helping Pins with docking maneuvers. A squire has walked on Mars. shown them where to hide the truck. Why, are you Alex wandered among mannequins dressed in the style lonely, Alex?" of mountain man, Plains Indian, cowboy. They stood If I never can make orbit, then I'll never reach ghostly sentinel amid prairie dioramas and "We're to meet the King all together. Never mind, that reconstructed Conestogas. Sunbonnets and calico and the stars." flintlocks. A moldboard plow. A la riata coiled to loop must be them." There was activity at the door. Passwords were exchanged, while the silent giant over a steer's horns. Chaps and Stetson hat. Buckskin Fafhrd took his defense position. Duke Hugh ushered shirt and leggings done up with beads and quillwork. A birchbark canoe bearing a coureur de bois. The opened them in: Sherrine, Bob Needleton, Harry Czescu and Jenny Trout. Gordon and Alex stood to join them. Duke Never can make orbit . . . Harry and Jenny were diary of a woman who had crossed the Plains in an Hugh whispered instructions before they were led to singing to Alex's soul. Alex wasn't in the mood for that 1840's wagon train. Alex tried to read what was written meet the King. there, but the light was too dim. much gloom. He moved away, toward laughter. The procession was short. All eyes were on them. Alex Jenny's voice followed him. "How's this, Majesty?" All the ages interfaced. No wonder fans were enjoyed having Sherrine on his arm, though she was comfortable here. supporting him. The King was a large young man whose nose had once been smashed flat against his Gordon, he saw, was deep in conversation with an face. It was fun to watch him try to balance hero aspiring writer named Georgina. The stilyagin was "Wanted fan for mining coal and wanted fan for worship against his royal dignity. Still, he was the man sitting lotus beside her on the floor and was pointing to who had beaten every other fighter in St. Louis; that something on her pad. They had gathered a small was how you got to be King. The four bowed, with building nukes; audience-—all femmefans, Alex noted-—and she was Sherrine and Bob supporting the Angels. nodding with a very serious look on her face to Wanted fan by William Proxmire and a maddened whatever Gordon was saying. They were turned loose into a party that was just horde of kooks. starting to turn raucous. Alex found a chair and sagged into it, a bit too tired to be sociable. Harry and Jenny stayed behind, by invitation of the Washington, D.C., still wants me 'cause I tried King. Some of the court settled in a circle. Some had Somebody brought him a pewter flagon of fairly lutes or tubes that turned out to be musical instruments. to build a dam. powerful punch. A younger fan brought an elderly Alex listened for a bit. Songs of past and future-— couple over and introduced them as Buz and Jenn. Page 120 of 166 "Have you made much use of the shuttle tank?" Jenn U.S. and Russia. Symbols of peace and progress. They Their audience had formed up in a circle. The younger asked. "The one that went up with the last shuttle?" already had a shuttle tank in orbit, and we wanted to fans were wide-eyed. A man in medievals, a send another, but mostly we wanted to send up troubadours outfit, with a lute slung across his Alex nodded. Noblesse oblige. "We couldn't live without families. Jenn and I were candidates. So were Ian and shoulder, was jotting notes. Older fans, hanging farther it. And the other one. I've heard the story, of how the Alicia, and you, only you didn't know it. You were about back, showed a blacker mood. It wasn't just a yarn to pilots and a friend in Mission Control brought the first six, as I recall, and your mother was small, so the two them. They remembered. tank to orbit. It was supposed to splash, but the pilots of you weighed less than I do." pulled the circuit breakers for the separation charge "That was Earth First," Buz said. igniters." Georgina and Gordon had come to listen, and others gathered around. "What happened to the last shuttle?" Jenn snorted. "You mean Earth Only." Buz nodded. "The astronauts and cosmonauts had Georgina asked. "You still have it, don't you?" already decided to try to build a civilization. They had to "Earth Last," another muttered. "Bastards." have the tanks for living space." "Sure. It can't reenter. It was damaged." "Nobody worried about their court order," Alex said. "I heard-—there was a riot at the launch," a fan said. "But then the word leaked out that the launch was on, "You were in on that?" Alex asked. He was younger than Gordon, a small round teenager and a mob gathered around the perimeter. They tried to "A little," Jenn said. "They couldn't do that but once, with thick glasses. "I read about it-—" tear down the fences, but there was another group, the though. Then came-—" L-5 Society, supporters, trying to protect the ship. Not "It was Enterprise Two," Alex said. "Like Buz said. enough of them. There was fighting. Mom wouldn't let There had been regular supply runs, but-maybe Buz me watch. She had a death grip on me until she could "The Last Shuttle," Buz said. should tell this." get us aboard." "Yeah. I was in it," Alex said. "I've told it before," Buz said. "Let's hear how you tell it." Alex noticed he was rubbing his arm, and stopped. "We squeezed into one couch. Everything was going wrong, "We know," Jenn said. "How are Ian and Alicia?" Dad said half the control board was red, but they "I was six," Alex said. "My father and mother were launched anyway. I remember the acceleration. Mother mission specialists. Engineers. They'd heard the space "You knew them?" was holding onto me, the couch wasn't big enough, program was being closed down, and thought-—they other kids were screaming, but Dad was grinning like a thought that if there were families in space, Americans "Yes." thief; I'll never forget his face. Or Mother's. " as well as Russians, it would shame the government into supporting them. So they all volunteered to go. "Dad was killed in a blowout nine years ago," Alex said. They thought there would be other ships. The NASA "On the way up there was a clonk and a lurch. Didn't "Mother died last year. Heart." ground crew swore they'd stay on the job, refurbish the feel any worse than what was happening till I saw ship and send her back up with supplies. It wasn't Dad's face. Scared. Snarling with fear." "Oh. I'm sorry," Jenn said. She turned to her husband. supposed to be the last one." "They had twenty years together. Up there." "An eco-fascist Stinger," Jenn said. "It was a near miss. "Some group had tried to get a court order to stop the Ripped a shitload of tiles off her nose." "And we're still here," Buz said. He turned to Alex. "It launch," Jenn said. "Said there was a chance that a was Ian and Alicia or us," he said. "When the bad launch could fall on pleasure boats out in the Alex nodded. "Punched nearly through. I've seen it. But astronauts decided to take the last shuttle up. The ocean. Then they sent most of their membership down we made it. Mission Control kept feeding corrections to space program was winding down, and we thought it to man a fleet downrange of the pads." the main computer. They're the real heroes, the NASA would be important to get more people into the ground crew. I never knew their names." habitats. Peace and Freedom. Cooperation between Page 121 of 166 shut down. Good luck, Enterprise. Our dreams are Michael T. Smith "Why them?" asked one of the young fans. going with you. Alex took a step toward them and they rose from their chairs. A moment's awkward hesitation Jubith A. Resnik "Because they stayed at their posts." gave way to an embrace. Alex's cheeks were hot with tears. "But-—" Ronald C. McNair "You knew, didn't you," he said, hugging the old "The mob broke through." Ellison S. Onizuka woman. "You knew it would be the Last Shuttle up." "Oh." Gregory B. Forbis She said nothing, but he could feel her head nodding. "We knew we'd never see another," said Buz. "Not in "The fighting in Mission Control was hand to hand," Buz our lifetimes. But we're still the lucky ones. Come." CHrista McAuliffe said. Long, hard muscles were jumping in the old man's arms. He'd learned to fight . . . but afterward, Alex He led them through the exhibits, past the trappers, the thought. "The mob had baseball bats. Two had handguns. Some of the ground crew held them at the cowboys, the sod busters. Pioneers, Alex thought. Alex woke groggy on a museum bench. Pioneers all. door until they took bullets and went down." He turned to the woman beside him and took her gnarled hand in his and stroked it. "The mob swelled inside, swinging Buz led them to a small case near the back of the Gordon sat in a plastic shell of a chair hunched over a bats and smashing panels. The crew held on, nobody museum. It was nothing but a scroll, done up on scarred and warped desk. He was staring off into space left, nobody left a console until Enterprise Two was up." pseudovellum. One-inch-square photographs had been with his mouth half-open. Writing a love poem? Sure. He sighed and looked at the floor. "The police showed mounted beside a list of names. The lettering was an And to whom, Alex thought he could guess. Shoeless, he padded up silently behind Gordon and read over his intricate Old English calligraphy. up then; but it was too late to save anything." shoulder: "The MP's were pissed," said Jenn. "They'd been The scoopship's cabin was a sounding box for ordered to stand down because the organizers had vibrations far below the ears' grasp; as, high over the assured everyone that the 'demonstration' would be Star Date 670127 Virgil J. [Gus] Grissom northern hemisphere, her hull began to sing a bass peaceful; and an MP cordon would have been 'too dirge. My bones could feel . . . provocative.' Not that the politicians needed much Roger Chaffee assurance. California and Florida both had Green Gordon jerked suddenly and turned in his seat. "Alex, I governors." Edward H. White II did not hear you come." He covered the tablet with his forearm. "Skazhitye," said Gordon. "But how do you know so 670424 Vladimir Komarob much about it?" Alex grinned. "Does the hero get the girl?" 710629 Vladislav VolKob The elderly couple glanced at each other. Jenn said, Gordon flushed a deeper crimson. "It is not that kind of "Jim here was Launch Control and SBR Separation. I Geiorgi Dobrovolsky story. Are no heroes. It is story about belonging; about was Flight Path Planning and RSO." one's place in the world. About being at home." "You-—" Alex felt a lump rise in his throat. Buz's voice- Viktor Patsayeb Alex's eyes flicked toward the hidden sky. —a younger Buz's voice-—had been the last words from Earth he had heard, fed through the speakers into 860128 Francis R. Scobee the passenger cabin in the silence after the engines Page 122 of 166 "No, Alyosha. Not home like that. Not accident of birth. Alex shrugged and tried to recover his broken sleep. Gordon sat between them quietly reading a book. He Home is where, when you have to go there, they have What was with Gordon, anyhow? Lost on frozen Earth, had found it at the clubhouse in St. Louis and had to take you in. Sometimes you find it in places you don't the authorities searching for him, and there he sat pounced on it with unconcealed delight. A thick squat paperback with cracked and dog-eared covers. The expect." writing fiction in the middle of the night. A novel no one Portable Kipling. The fans had made him a gift of it. would read. "That's fine, Gordon." Gordon did have a way of putting words together. Not just a subsonic hum, but a "dirge." *** He closed it now, because it had grown too dark to The hum and the sweetness of flight-—yet with a touch read. Gordon gazed out the windshield into the of ominous anticipation. When Alex wrote, the words gathering dusk, where sunset stained the western Sherrine drove the rig while Bob slept in the back. The fell like stones in line: solid, serviceable prose for horizon. He whispered so as not to wake Alex. "I saw hill country of southwest Missouri, trees shorn nothing like this in Freedom. Always we see sunsets memos and technical reports and the occasionally prematurely of their leaves, swept past on both sides of informative letter; but it never sang like Gordon's did. from above." the nearly abandoned interstate. The setting sun nagged at the edges of her vision, not quite dead "May I ask you a question, Alex?" ahead and too low for the visor to help, painting the Sherrine was glad of conversation. Driving in silence pastel clouds that hugged the horizon. She kept her disembodied you. It was talk that made you real. "I've speed down; from fear of the cops, but also because seen the old pictures, looking down on the Earth. They "Sure. I can't sleep; and we'll be leaving soon anyway." she had to watch each overpass as she came upon it. made my heart ache." "Ask away." Here the Ice was only a distant whisper beyond the "Each place has its own beauties. We can learn to love "About Sherrine." He looked up, locked eyes with Alex horizon, borne on summer breezes that had become the one, and still yearn for the other." for a fraction, then looked away. "Alex. I burn. Sherrine . . . She is as Roethke wrote: I knew a woman, lovely in crisp and cool. The fall came earlier, and the winter "What were you reading?" her bones, / When small birds sighed, she would sigh blizzards were more frequent. back at them . . .' But I . . . she and I . . ." He shook "A story. A character sketch. 'Lispeth.' It tells of Indian head abruptly. "Nyet. I cannot assert myself. The time And none of the overpasses had quite collapsed. But hill country girl raised by English missionaries. She is not right." He turned and looked again at Alex. "What they were shedding. What had Fang called it? wears English dress and acts in English manner. When if she does not care for me?" Spalling? Sometimes she had to steer the truck around a young official of the Raj passes through, she falls in chunks of concrete lying in the roadway under an love. He swears he will return and marry her; but he Alex almost laughed. "Is that what you wanted to ask overpass; and she sweated when she drove across a never has such an intention and abandons her without me about? You want her, but does she want you? How bridge. The dreadful blizzards of the smog-free 19th a thought. Finally she realizes truth. So she gives up would I know? Ask Bob. She doesn't confide her love century Plains once more shrouded the heartland in the mission and returns to her village and her gods and life to me." Alex forced the words out between his teeth, winter, freezing and cracking the works of mankind. becomes peasant wife." surprised at how much they hurt. "Things are a lot looser down here in the Well, you know." Alex was crumpled against a pillow jammed between "A sad story." the passenger door and the seat back. He slumped loosely, dozing, bent like a contortionist, or a "A tragedy." She could hear his smile in the dark. "I am Gordon looked at him strangely. "I thought you . . ." marionette. From time to time he would blink and raise half-Russian. We are not happy without a tragedy. his head and gaze around himself as if baffled before Kipling saw the tragedy of India. Lispeth thought she "You thought I what?" nodding off once more to the gentle rocking of the was English, but the English never did." truck's suspension. Gordon shook his head. "Nichevo." "I haven't read much Kipling. His books are hard to find these days." Page 123 of 166 "Oh, but you must. I will lend you mine. Kipling. And "Light-hearted pessimism. Mark Twain?" She turned on Her skin would glow a light unsnowlike warm. She her headlights. Had Gordon said-—"You've tried to sleeps. Touched by the moon Dickens. And London. And Twain. Wonderful writers. I have. . . . No. I have only this one book now. Real write something?" Scratch any eager reader and you'll book, of real paper. Still, you may borrow it." find a wannabee writer. And me. Sherrine smiled to herself. "You like to read." "Nichevo. Story fragments. A few poems. Such things are not survivalrelated activity. I must steal time to do "Yes. Yes. Though much I do not understand. them. So they are not very good. Nothing good enough He fell silent; still he would not look at her. Bashful. References. Shared assumptions of Downers. I read for you to hear." "Why, that's lovely, Gordon." Austen one time; but her world is like alien planet. Still, I laugh and cry with her characters." "Have you ever read a fanzine? No, really. I read some He turned at last. "You like it?" pretty awful stuff in my grandfather's old pulps. Go "I had a math teacher in college who had read Pride ahead. Recite one of your poems for me." "Certainly." Sherrine probed: "She must have been and Prejudice fifteen times, in fifteen different pretty." languages." Next to him, Alex stirred shifted positions. "Who?" Gordon blinked. "Math professor?" "No, I cannot," Gordon whispered. "Your girlfriend. The one you wrote the poem to." "Math professors read literature, Gordon. But it's not She took a hand from the steering wheel and laid it on commutative. Lit profs never read math." his arm. "Please?" "She is. Very beautiful." He laughed. "Russian literature is harder than maths. "I . . . If you will not laugh?" Aha! "Have you, ever recited for her?" Do you smile, that I find Russian literature difficult? My matushka made me read Tolstoy, Gorki, Pushkin. It "I won't laugh. I promise." "Yeah-da. I did." Sherrine smiled broadly out the was so different from my father's Western literature. In windshield. Gordon was caught on that cusp where he the West, novel was biographical. About characters. "I hold you to promise." Gordon coughed into his fist, wanted to keep his love a deep, delicious secret and About Lispeth or David Copperfield. In Russia, was straightened in the seat. He looked off into the black shout it to the world at the same time. She had been writing about ideas. War and Peace. Crime and distance, not meeting her eyes, and spoke gently: caught there once before. She and Jake. A long time Punishment. Characters, even central characters like ago, but she could remember the wonderful glow. With Karenina only illustrate the Idea. Very hard for each Bob it had been different fun, good times, a lot of people to read the other kind. But my mnatushka said it laughs; but she had never glowed. "What did she say?" was important I live in two worlds, the Rodina and the "Lying softly, white as snow is snow, West. A new society is evolving in the habitats. Western optimism and Russian gloom. "She said my poem was lovely." With delicate beauty, borne delightful to the eye, Sherrine laughed. "It sounds . . . appropriate. It needs a "Well, that's a pretty tepid response to a love poem." new literature, then. A synthesis. Floater literature." Reflected in the silver, skydropped moon: A long pause, then, "Ah. I had forgotten." "Perhaps. Gloomy optimism. Optimistic gloom. I have Her face, upturned and smiled on by the stars. tried . . . " Silence. "Forgotten what?" Asleep is she more lovely and at peace; Page 124 of 166 She said nothing; concentrated on her driving. He loves "You do not live in such close quarters as we do. You "My fault? Oh, no. It is himself he cannot forgive. He me? She craned her neck and looked in the large side- do not have to be so careful to avoid offense or to rub was hero once. Now he feels neglected. After the first against your neighbor's feelings. So few of us, and still view mirror. A smaller Sherrine, distorted by the convex missile we could have aborted to orbit. Alex chose not shape, stared back. He loves me? The truck had a lot there has been murder, because we cannot escape to. Because he wished again to be the hero, da? Now he feels shame. He feels he has failed Freedom; has from one another. One does not speak of love until one of inertia; a lot of momentum. is sure." failed Mary Hopkins; has failed me." Gordon said, "You are offended." "Then how can you ever be sure?" "How would you like some advice, Doctor Freud?" The "No!" She paused; spoke again. "No, I'm not. I'm voice was low and thick with sleep. Sherrine twisted her He may have shrugged in the dark, but he did not flattered. It has been a long time since anyone loved head to look past Gordon. Alex's eyes shone in the dim, reflected light. The cab fell silent. The tires answer. Sherrine returned her attention to the road. me." hummed on the roadway. She kept it at thirty and slowed for every shadow in the road. Some shadows were hard and rigid. Approaching Gordon seemed appalled. "Shto govorish? How can "Mind your own business, Gordon." Alex twisted, bridges, she crawled. that be? There is Bob-—" punched the pillow into a shapeless lump, and lay back into it with his back to the rest of the cab. Ten minutes or an hour later, something went click in "He only thinks he's in-—" her head. After a while Gordon leaned over and spoke in a "And Alex." whisper. "I was wrong. This truck cab is as close Oh, no. He means me! quarters as anywhere in orbit." The cab was silent except for the older Angel's deep, It had been obvious for some time that both Angels regular breathing. Sherrine sucked on her lip. The Interstate was a pale lusted after her. Lord knew why. Tall and skinny was ribbon under the rising moon. A single car distant in the the Angel ideal, but . . . Lust she could deal with. A little "Alex." northbound lanes was the only movement other than recreational workout; fun for everyone and no hard the wind-tossed trees. It would not do to laugh. feelings. It was impossible to sit between two horny "Yeah-da. You do not see it? He is Earthborn males-—three, counting Bob, who was in a perpetual state of rut without picking up the pheromones. She American: more direct than most, but still a Floater. * * * Still, even he may have been too oblique for you. Alex was more than a little horny herself. loves you; though he writes no poems. Is why I have hesitated so long to speak. He is my captain, and-— Arteria stared at the Alderman. The platoon of Air But Gordon was not just horny. He was in love; and and I wish to be fair." He shook his head again. "Life is Police stood by waiting, their weapons held at a casual that she could not deal with; because . . . order arms. The Alderman's court cast wary eyes at complicated for my generation. If I was all Russian or their visitors and kept their hands away from their own all American, there would be no dilemma." motley collection of hunting rifles and bows. Bows! Because Jake is still living there, somewhere in the Outside, the shoop-shoop of helicopter blades back of my skull. "Fair! And he treats you so badly. I mean, I like Alex, interrupted the silence. "Well?" Arteria put an edge of too; but he's so stern and unforgiving. Especially over menace into the question. Oh, great. Now she had four men to deal with. Three the crash." live and present; one a ghost. An old rhyme capered The Alderman looked up from the photographs he had through her thoughts. Its gude to be merry and wise. / Gordon nodded slowly. "That is true." been given. He licked his lips and looked around at his It's gude to be honest and true; / It's gude to be off with ward heelers. The ward heelers would not meet his the old love, / Before you are on with the new. "And it wasn't really your fault." eyes. Was he asleep? Or studying her in the dark? Page 125 of 166 "Yeah. Sure." Alderman Strauss stuck his chin out. "Sure, I'm sure. You can ask over at Yngvi De-Lousing, four other males, three Caucasian and one black." Two of them were tall and skinny and having trouble "They was here. What about it?" if you want." walking. Things were getting interesting. "There's a "I'm glad to hear you say that, Alderman. It confirms Arteria nodded slowly, eyes hooded. "You're right. lead here I want to follow up on. No, sir, I don't need what we learned from the truck drivers and your own Maybe I should ask over there." Arteria turned to leave, anything more. I'll go solo on this." stevedores." Though those farmers in Millville were and the MP platoon followed, not quite relaxing, not certainly tight-lipped. HAH! "Big Front Yard Sale." And quite turning their backs. Arteria rang off and handed the set back to the tech that van the Kilbournetowners confiscated . . . sergeant. The sergeant looked worried. "Do you think Lieutenant Billings says it's maroon under the new paint "Hey!" The Alderman's voice stopped them and Arteria that's wise, Captain? You could send one of the troops, job. Thank God I saw that deputy's report on the funeral lifted a questioning eyebrow. instead." in Millville. The engine's VIN had matched a van owned by Robert K. Needleton of Minneapolis, a materialist "You're from the government, aina?" The Alderman "No, Sergeant, this is something I've got to do science professor at U. Minn. Called in sick, with was out of his seat and the arrogance and contempt personally." typhus. Whereabouts unknown. had dropped from his face. "When's the government gonna come and help us out of this? I've got people "But you'll be out of touch. Shouldn't you . . . ?" "Now, where did they go when they left here?" God, we dying up here!" should clean out this nest of barbarians, too. Why "Soldier, ask not what my plans might be." Arteria haven't they been evacuated south? If the government Arteria said nothing for a long moment. He still believes looked left, then right, then added in a lower voice, "It's knew how far they've fallen under the cloak of anarchy . in government bailouts. What can I tell him? That the a crazy idea; and if it doesn't pan out . . ." . . The Green Weenies would love to arrest an entire government is too busy chasing polluters and nuclear city for air pollution. Unless they don't care, or don't scientists and secular humanists? And people who cut dare let the rest of the country know what's happened wood without permission. That the government can't The sergeant blinked, then slowly brightened. "I get you. No one will know." here. afford it any more and wouldn't know how, anyway? "Right you are. Besides, I won't be any further out of Arteria studied the bitter and edgy men and women A curt nod. "I'll let them know the way things stand. touch than the radio in my car, will I? We'll just have to clustered around the Alderman's throne; smelled the Things are tough all across the northern tier." make sure that the Rapid Deployment Team is ready to ripe smell of fear. Sure. Move them south. And when go anywhere, anytime, on my signal. Now tell conditions to the south worsen, too, move them farther The Alderman licked his lips. "Yeah. Sure." He looked Lieutenant Billings I want a staff meeting in ten south. I'm glad it's not my job to do anything about it. around at his cronies. "Things must be a lot worse minutes." Maybe they've got the right idea. Stay and fight. Like other places, right? Otherwise they'da gotten to us by Scithers and his engineer cadre at Fargo Gap. now." The sergeant saluted and dogtrotted off to find the platoon commanders. Arteria smiled a slow smile. Solo The Alderman tugged at his spade-like beard, clearly Arteria wouldn't meet his eyes. A crafty machine and in civilian clothes. That was the best way. No wondering if he should try to hold out for some politician. He wasn't fooled. It was the Titanic all over committees to second guess and hamper you. Just advantage, but Arteria's face decided him. "They went again. Not enough lifeboats to go around. your own wits and reactions. Follow the clues wherever west," he said. "They escaped from the de-lousing they led, without a lot of silly debate. Redden and the station, stole some horses and rode west. We didn't military brass would want periodic reports; but that was bother to chase 'em because of the typhus." no problem. Moorkith would be worried that he wasn't getting all the skinny; let him stew. If the others wanted Outside at the command chopper Arteria contacted West didn't make sense . . . though typhus did. If Redden on the radio. "Your reports seem to have been the credit of finding the Angels first, they would have to Needleton had been here . . . "Are you sure?" do the same thing. Get off their asses and scour the correct, sir. That's right. We found the van. We can highways and byways. Especially, the fannish byways. confirm Needleton as well as the Hartley woman. Plus Page 126 of 166 And who better to scour those byways than a gafiated "So why should you tell me anything?" Lee asked. Lee shrugged. "Ok but you're making a lot of trouble for "Because they're going to get caught. Be real clear fan? 3MJ, and the result will be the same no matter what. I sort of like the old boy, but-—anyway, good luck." She about it. That picture's being circulated all over the country. If I find them, I can help them. And will." turned to go. Lee parked outside Yngvi's De-Lousing. Her car was "How do I know that?" Terri asked. She was near tears. "Wait." plain back, with civilian license plates from Ohio, because this wasn't the first time she'd needed to look "You don't, but you know damned well nobody else "Yes?" like a civilian. She went up to the door and waited to cares," Lee said. see a sensitive fannish face. "Damn you. Leave the others alone. Chicago. They "Who are you-—"" wanted to go to Chicago, so we took them there. To the "FIAWOL," Arteria said. museum. The big one, Science and Industry." "Hah. Got it," Lee said. "WackyCon at Waikiki Beach. Terri Whitehead gave her a blank look. "What?" Lex Nakashima's convention. You were on a panel with "Museum. Right. Thank you. Now we've got one more Will Waxman. The Miracles Panel. Cheap problem. You'll want to call them. I'm afraid I can't let superconductor wire, cold fusion-—" you do that, so a couple of my troops will sit with you "FIAWOL, and it's damned well true of you if not me." for the rest of the day. You're not under arrest unless "My God, that was fifteen years ago!" Terri said. "You you want to be, but you're incommunicado for a few "I don't know-—" hours." Lee went toward her car, stopped, looked back. were there all right. But-—you're police now." "FIJAGH," she said. "Look, I don't have a lot of time," Arteria said. "Yngvi is a louse, but throwing a handful of rotten snow at me "Air Force," Lee said. "Air Police. Office of Special Investigations. Yes. Look, Dr. Whitehead, this is it: you isn't going to get rid of me." tell me where they went, or-—" CHAPTER SEVENTEEN "Who are you?" Terri asked grimly. "The only people here are the Alderman's slaves-—and police. And "Or?" ". . . Better than a Plan" you?" "Or I walk out of here, of course, and keep looking on "Air Force," Arteria said. "I'm in charge of finding the my own. You're safe no matter what you do. But you won't know who finds them." Angels." Excerpt from the electronic journal of Surrealistic "What will you do with them?" Housekeeping, Adrienne Martine-Barnes, ed.: "Angels?" Lee shook her head. "I won't kid you. I don't know If a little lemon juice is good for stains, a bit of gallium "Look, Dr. Whitehead, if I wanted you in jail I'd have myself. Let me point out that I can always find them. I and germanium will do wonders for dope. I mean how come with a squad and taken you away." Lee took a can go back and take the Tre-house apart. Somebody much flip-flopping can a body take, land's sake? PNP is photograph from her jacket pocket. "Here. Sherrine there knows. Save your friends a lot of trouble, Terri. not a supermarket abbreviation for pineapple, is it? And Hartley and Bob Needleton. They were here. Where'd they go?" don't forget heavy metal music, either. (Who could? Incidentally, Dr. Needleton called in to his university Such lovely melodies . . . .) claiming he had typhus. I suppose he got that idea from you. Ideas are contagious." "I won't tell you." Orange is a Taurus, of course. (Boeuf l'Orange!) But what of the rest of the zodiac? What's your sign There "I-—" Page 127 of 166 is Pisces, after all. How many fish swim in the ocean of found on foot on the Fargo highway, both suffering from money to look after them, keep them ready to run, but night? Or Sagittarius. No, I'm not sure what that means, frostbite. They told police of being rescued from their he never took 'em noplace." either. But it must mean something! Tap into your wrecked truck by a tribe of naked and near-naked cosmic connection and feel the vibes of the universe. savages." "Tell me about Cole," Arteria said. I'm sure you'll come up with something useful. Let's see . . . Aquarius is obvious; a bit too obvious, I'm afraid. As All of Lee Arteria's assumptions came crashing down He eyed her suspiciously. "What call you got to be for Gemini, they had better quit cloning around. And around her ears. They'd done it again, they'd moved asking about Mr. Cole?" he demanded. "He's a nice Aries has taken it on the lamb. Honestly. I wouldn't try the Angels out of the United States across the Ice in a man. Touched in the head some, yes, ma'am, some to pull the wool over your eyes. microwave beam to keep them warm-—and Lee Arteria people thought he was plumb crazy, but he's a nice was haring south on a wild goose chase. Well done, man, no trouble at all if'n you, didn't mess around with We all know how important the Sweepstakes is, so I Whitehead. his trucks. Or his rocket ship." know you'll all send your entries in promptly. The broadcast continued. A black-bearded man said, "Rocket ship." Lee smiled. "We just want to help Mr. Now, the next article on surrealistic housekeeping is "They were lovely. Thin, almost hairless, and their skin Cole. Dr. Cole, actually. He was very famous once, did one you have all been asking for. How do you keep was pale blue. Some of the men offered us their wives. you know that? He has earned a pension from the watches from melting on the arms and backs of your Maybe they were evolved from Eskimos, or maybe they National Science Foundation, but there was something sofas and chairs? Why, it is simplicity itself, provided, of just learned their mores from Eskimos. Their skin was wrong with the paperwork." course, that you have enough lace Dalis . . . cold to the touch. I mean, when in Rome, sure, but if I had it to do all over again-—" Joe Jefferson nodded sourly. He understood mistakes *** in paperwork. Bruce Hyde. The breath went out of Arteria in a Ike Redden threw the printout down in disgust. "All whoosh. So that's where they went, Hyde and Mike "So all I need is his signature, and he can collect his right," he said to Moorkith. "You tell me what it means!" Glider, after they tried to get into Sherrine Hartley's pension," Lee said. "It's not a lot of money, but I bet he house and almost got caught. Over the Ice. can use it. Is he around?" "Captain Arteria seems to understand this stuff," And to hell with them. Lee Arteria was after bigger "No, ma'am, leastways I haven't seen him. He used to Moorkith said. game. sleep in that rocket, but a couple of days ago a lot of "She's on a special assignment," Redden said. people come here and took them trucks away, and his. . . and some other stuff that belonged to Mr. Cole, and I ain't seen him since." She! "Where?" She looked around the empty garage. "Milkheim Low Fat Milk," she said, and noted it in her casebook. "A lot of people," Arteria said. She smiled. "Tell me "Damned if I know," Redden said. "But she gets "You're sure about this?" about them." results." The maintenance mechanic nodded enthusiastically. *** "Yes, ma'am, that's what they had painted on them. 'Milkheim.' Means 'Milk Home' in German. Now Mr. " 'Milkheim Low Fat Milk.' Two big Peterbilt tanker There was a TV in the lobby of the Museum of Science Cole, he called them trucks by names, a name for each trucks," Arteria said. "Look, Billings this is a long shot, and Appropriate Technology. Lee Arteria was just one of 'em. One of them was Larry, and I disremember we'll really look like idiots if it doesn't work out. I can't showing her credentials to the manager when the the other, but when there was three, one of them was afford to look like an idiot, can you? Right. So what I newscaster said, "More on the ice nudes, from Moe, I remembers that. Set a big store by those trucks, want is a quiet request to State Police to report the Winnipeg. Gerald Cornelius and Anthony Rogers were Mr. Cole did. Always taking care of 'em, giving me location of any truck that says Milkheim and report it to Page 128 of 166 my fax number. Observe and report, but don't stop No, wait. Remember Nancy Kress's "People Like Us?" So, it's the same with the aliens who are building Denver-—and all the other strange glass-box them. But don't ask Wisconsin or Minnesota or the That's it. The aliens are neither benign nor malevolent. Dakotas. Right, Billings. Do not ask them. Yes, Billings, They do what they do for their own reasons . . . like the downtowns. Aliens doing alien things for alien reasons. exactly right, it means you have to send out requests to aliens who built Clarke's Rama. Like the Europeans Only human egocentrism would suppose that they came to conquer or assist us. the others one state at a time, and I'm sorry, but you coming to America. The Spaniards came for gold; the see how it is. Chances are this is nothing but if it pans Incas were just in the way. The destruction of the out we may both get promotions. Right. Thanks." Amerind societies was simply a spin-off of Europeans So Our Heroes discover the aliens and the aliens don't doing European things for European reasons. do anything. Who would believe it anyway? They don't *** even bother to capture the protagonists and tell them . . Good title: "Spin-off." . No, wait. The reader has to know what's coming down, so someone's got to explain. Unless he sent the Fang guided the milk truck through the interchange and He was so deep in the story that he didn't see the story to Ted Bistrop at Fantasy & . . . Nothing was ever onto I-25 South. The Denver skyline glittered before flashing red light behind him for several seconds. Oh explained in the stories he published. him: tall, boxy, glass towers cut at strange angles. Fang shit! But I wasn't speeding, dammit. He pulled over squinted his eyes and tried to imagine that they were a growth of immense quartz crystals set in the midst of carefully and stopped on the shoulder. *** the High Plains. By aliens. Uh-huh: aliens. After cutting their teeth on Great Pyramids and Easter Island self- The Colorado state trooper walked up to the cab The fax machine was built into the car's dashboard. It portraits, the space gods had finally hit their stride with window and smiled. "Sorry to stop you, sir, but I noticed startled Arteria with its "wheep, wheep." this immense crystalline structure. White quartz, black one of your brake lights is out. The middle one on the quartz. Quartz as clear as glass; opaque, stony quartz. left side." Suppose someone discovered Denver's alien origin, "Aw, shit. Thank you, Officer, I'll get it fixed at the next PETERBILT 18-WHEELER TANKER MARKED and the aliens were still around! Disguised as real truck stop." MILKHEIM LOW FAT MILK PROCEEDING SOUTH estate developers. Good. That was good. Who was in a ON I-25 AT DENVER. DRIVER OLD FART WITH better position to "grow" a crystal city than its "Yes, I think you ought to. OK, just wanted to let you BEARD. COLORADO STATE HIGHWAY POLICE developers? Come to think of it, who was more alien? know." The trooper turned away, then turned back OBSERVED MINOR SAFETY VIOLATION. NO What hidden purposes did they have behind their again. "Driving alone? Where'd you sleep, last?" CITATION ISSUED. weirdly shaped erections? "Only ten hours, Officer. Really." BILLINGS. Okay. The aliens are metaphors for mindless, runaway development. That made the story literary. So, the "All right. We're strict on that in Colorado." He walked aliens realize they've been found. What do they do? back to his cruiser. Denver. What in hell do they want with a truck full of They capture Our Heroes and turn them into bug juice. Fang let out a deep breath. I am sleepy, he thought. rocket fuel in Denver? Whatever it is, I've got some Alien Cliché number one, vintage 1950. And there's sure no hurry, they don't want me to be in driving to do if I'm going to catch up. Albuquerque until tomorrow afternoon. I'll get that light They capture Our Heroes and take them on a tour of fixed and catch some z's. He was careful to accelerate Her suitcase was already in the trunk. Her telephone the universe and invite them to join the galactic smoothly and level out, his speed just at the limit. After and fax were connected to the cellular phone system, confederation. Alien Cliché number two, vintage 1980. a while the cruiser passed him and went on ahead, so she didn't have to tell anyone where she was going. leaving him to his thoughts. She took out maps. Damn Hollywood. No matter what kind of aliens you had, they were already used up. Page 129 of 166 Not Denver. Colorado Springs? USAF Space dawn created a wash of white, green and brown; a "And yourself?" Command had been there, when there was a Space weird, alien vista of mist and grass and sand. Command. It was the reason Arteria had joined the Air "Yeah-da. Me, too. Nothing more useless than Force. Fifteen years ago, even ten, you could kid "What do you think of it?" Bob asked. "Quite a sight." yesterday's hero. I'm no good for outside work yourself that the United States might go back to space, anymore. I can't even work in the command module get moving again, stop retreating from the Ice. Alex shook his head. "I was just getting used to the because I get the shakes whenever-—oh, hell. I don't want your, pity. It's probably just as well that I'm stuck green." Not now. Now-— down here." "Oh, this part of Oklahoma used to be green, I'm told. The Milwaukee alderman had upset her more than she You didn't see real hardpan desert until you hit west "Don't be too sure of that. Being stuck." wanted to admit. Texas. Now there's no rain and in a few years there won't be a speck of green left hereabouts." "No, Bob, don't mistake my orbit. I want to get back Now I can never go to space. I catch criminals. upstairs more than anything I've ever wanted. Almost anything. Not adventure; not glory. I'm just homesick. Alex looked at the sleeping form beside him. "I should Freedom's my hometown, and I miss it. But I really It was a job she mostly liked. She was good at it, good wake Gordon up. He could write a poem about it." don't expect it to happen. And if it doesn't . . . Well, I at solving puzzles, and she liked the power that being can make a life for myself down here." an OSI Special Agent aye her. Twitching the nerves of There must have been something in his voice, because the mundanes, she liked that, too. Bob gave him an odd look. "You have something "Hanging around the docks," Bob said with a half-smile. against poetry? " Not Denver! West of there. Edwards! It came as a sudden flash, as things often did for her, and it took her Alex shook his head. "Never mind. It's not important." "What?" several minutes to construct what her subconscious Bob said nothing. Finally, to fill the silence, Alex had leaped past. Angels Down. Fans to the Rescue. continued. "Gordon is irresponsible." He looked at the "Never mind. Don't dismiss Phoenix out of hand, What to do with Angels. Send them back to Heaven. sleeping stilyagin, just to make sure he was sleeping. though." How? Dr. Cole's broken Titan, but that wouldn't do it. "He likes to write poetry when he should be doing What would? What was left? something else." "I haven't. But there's more to a successful launch than stealing a ship and taking off. Damn, I know what's What was left was the only working rocket ship in the "Poetry? About what?" involved. Maybe this Hudson character does have the United States. Phoenix, sitting on Thunder Ridge at ROMs. Maybe the IMU isn't locked up so tight as all Edwards Air Force Base. Alex scowled. "Love poetry, mostly. The last time he that. But eighty-eight thousand liters of liquid got inspired, we nearly lost an entire tray of tomatoes. hydrogen?" *** So they put him on probation. That's why he was assigned to the dip trip with me." He rubbed a hand "You want-—" Morning in the desert. over his face. Two-day stubble scratched his palm. His skin felt oily, dirty. He hoped it was not much farther to "Forty-four thousand liters of LOX? Someone will the next safe house. He should let his beard grow out, notice!" Alex watched the sun come up across Bob's shoulder, like Gordon was doing. Clean-shaven Downer males teasing streamers of fog from the sluggish Washita were a rarity. River that ran parallel to the highway. The fog slithered Bob shrugged. "You want me to tell you it's all worked across the barren, dusty ground and wrapped itself around the sparse stands of Lone Pine and scrub grass "Look, Bob, I haven't said this before because . . . well, out. That we've got a plan? We don't. But, hell, we've that dotted the otherwise empty land. The pale light of because. But the only people they assign to dip trips got something better than a plan." are the expendables, like Gordon." Page 130 of 166 Alex didn't ask him what that was. around and get me a clue. Any clue. But don't let them NORTHEAST AREA ALBUQUERQUE BASE OF know I'm out here." SANDIA MOUNTAINS NEAR TRAMWAY STATION. REDDEN AND MOORKITH ON THE WAY. MILKHEIM *** TRUCK AT OUTSKIRTS ALBUQUERQUE. TRUCK "Well-—" STOP. DRIVER ASLEEP. REDDEN DOESN'T KNOW The fax wheeped again. "I'm pretty sure I know where they're taking those YET. Angels," Arteria said. "And why all the odd purchases. You were right, Billings, it's fans. Now if we do this my way, the Air Force will get all the credit. That means REDDEN AWARE OF MILKHEIM REQUEST AND REPORTS. PLEASE PHONE ME ON SECURE LINE you and me." Lee smiled faintly to herself. So. Redden can think ahead, too. Good move, setting a trap at that church. SOONEST. The Angels may well stop there on the way west. "Yes, ma'am." He sounded enthusiastic. BILLINGS "When you've got the other stuff done, get my chopper If the Angels were caught by Redden and the New and our crew and take it to George Air Force Base in Mexico Police, the Air Force wouldn't get any credit at all. What I need, she thought, what I need is to get the Mojave. OSI official investigation." them to Edwards. Once on an Air Force Base, they're Aw, crap! She watched for a telephone. mine. All mine. "George Air Force Base. Bring your helicopter and crew, and come myself. That place is like the back side "Billings? Arteria." Which means I ought to do something about this trap . . of the moon, Captain." . "Yes, Captain. I don't know how Redden got onto it, but "I know." he found out about your request to the highway patrols. *** He's got all their reports coming to him, but there's "All right, ma'am." more, he's set a trap in Albuquerque." Sherrine was almost tired enough to pull Bob out of the bunk alcove. She kept driving because they were "Good man. I'll meet you there." "Trap. What kind of trap?" already in Albuquerque. The church couldn't be far. A pew would make a hard bed, but a long one. Sherrine was looking forward to that. So, she guessed, were the "I don't know, ma'am. Something about a fannish Angels. church, but he sure wasn't going to give me any A fannish church in Albuquerque. There were a lot of details." fans in New Mexico. Fair number of writers, too. But a The roar of the huge motor changed timbre. Trouble? "The fans own a church? -—Albuquerque, fine. And church? With luck Billings would find out something. Something else? Numb in the ears and the mind, she still recognized the sound just before six motorcycles he's intercepting reports about the trucks." Lee Arteria drove steadily. She was just passing roared up into her rear-view mirror. through Sante Fe when the fax began. "Wheep! "Yes, ma'am." Wheep!" She held the truck steady. This ship-on-wheels must be terrifying to a cyclist. Lee thought for a moment. "All right. Quietly cancel our request for information on those trucks. Do it in a way They drove past. All but one. Harry Czescu (why had that makes it look like we're embarrassed about asking. Then see what you can find out about that church. I'm UNIVERSAL BROTHERHOOD OF THE WAY. Harry joined a covey of strange bikers?). He was nearly to Sante Fe, I'll get on to Albuquerque. Ask FORMERLY CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY. waving her over, arm windmilling in seeming terror. Page 131 of 166 There was no place to pull over. At a Y-intersection she Harry pulled into the cloud of dust, bringing more. "It's a The crushing power in an Angel's hand was always a angled right, no longer headed for the Universal trap! We've got to keep moving!" shock. Bob said, "Literary reference, Gordon. Robert Brotherhood of the Way. Still looking . . . but Harry was Heinlein, 'If This Goes On . . . ,' in which the Reverend motioning her forward, to follow him. Nehemiah Scudder turns the United States into a "What about Fang? And Jenny?" religious dictatorship . . . incidentally terminating space "I left Jenny on watch in case I missed you. I'll have to travel, come to think of it. So it's a definite warning." Sherrine called, "Who's awake?" go back for her. I found Fang sleeping it off while he waited for dark. Jesus. I think I lucked out. After I saw "Too bad we can't rescue whoever left it," Harry said, "Yeah-da." the church, I found a bunch of bikers and pulled into the "but those trucks come first." "Alex, get Bob up. Shake him if he's settled." Like salad middle of them. They got me close to Fang. I gave him the word, and then I caught up with the bikes." Harry "Yeah. Back aboard. Sherrine sleeps, I drive. Harry, dressing . . . patted the metal flank of his motorcycle. "Goood boy. I you get Jenny now, and then we need the services of don't know if I was followed or not. But someone knows the Oregon Ghost. We need a source of gas not much Harry led and she followed. Onto the I-40 freeway and we're here, and someone else must have-—Jesus, more than eighty miles away, and refuge in Flagstaff." onward, west. Flagstaff was three hundred and forty we've got to get-—" miles away. She'd need fuel much sooner than that. The Ghost's instructions took them to a fueling station Bob's voice was soothing. "We can't outrun anything and a decent chili joint in Grants, New Mexico, sixty- "Sherrine? What?" except on the straightaway. So why don't you tell us five miles east of Albuquerque. Hours later, about this trap?" approaching Flagstaff, they switched from I-40 to the "Harry's got us back on the I-40." old, worn Route 66. Then to asphalt, then gravel: the Harry's head sagged. Then his body followed. He was roads grew narrower and harder to drive. Why were Bob rubbed his eyes. "He wouldn't do that lightly. What doing a back stretch, hanging from the hip bones. He they being led here in eighteen-wheeler trucks? happened exactly?" came up, rolling for full effect. "That's better. Yeah. The church looked fine. I went past it, figuring to park a Bob had to fight the wheel because of potholes. It was She told him. He said, "The way to read Harry is, he's decent distance away, and I saw the billboard. I saw midafternoon; he had been driving since dawn, and he seen something seriously wrong, and he's right. He'll just enough that I pulled into a Taco Bell and Jenny and was puffing from fatigue and the thin air. Sherrine knew try to fix it, but badly. So stop when you see a decent I took a pew near a window so we could study it. Here." that she didn't have the strength in the arms to spell chance." him. He handed across a notepad. The printing was Jenny's: She drove. She wondered about Fang and Larry. Both Motel up ahead: long two-story buildings with porches. trucks had to reach the Mojave. What was going A more compact, more ornate structure must be through Harry's mind? A man you couldn't trust to buy Registration. A few bulbs in the signs were dark. There the beer . . . weren't many cars. The drive-in next door was dead. SERMON BY THE REVEREND NEHEMIAH Nobody had bothered to change the letters on the SCUDDER IF THIS GOES ON marquee: A turnout. She eased into it . . . signal, keep it smooth, don't panic yet. Brought the behemoth to a stop. Now panic. Sherrine eased out of the cabin and down. "Uh . . . huh." Where the hell was Harry? Long gone, it looked like. SCI FI RILLER Nope, that was him coming back. The Angels were sliding out, too, slithering down to the dirt, distrusting "What is it?" OCTO SSY gravity. Page 132 of 166 "Only Hotel Liaison eats at the hotel restaurant," a fan "Fast work," Sherrine said. said. "We don't want to be too visible, but we do need "The city must have moved a highway on them," Bob to keep track. So far so good: nobody's been asking "Well, but you're still carrying the Navstar transponder, said. He was driving dead slow now, hunched like an about tall supermen." right? And you had to have a place to rest. It's a long drive across Oklahoma and the panhandle. Ever since ape over the wheel. "In Flagstaff they're always doing that. It's slow death for a motel. Or a drive-in." He The rooms were all bedrooms, all the same size; but they caught S. B. O'Rafferty, there's been no safe doors could be opened between. Three upstairs rooms house on that leg of the Fanway." pulled between paired pillars into the driveway. were the Con Suite, and that was where everyone was eating. Maybe a third of those present were women. All pudgy "Octocon," Sherrine said, "used to be in Santa Cruz." or burly, of course, in Alex's estimation; but not bad Two men were running to meet them . . . then a dozen. There was a punch bowl filled with a pinkish liquid of looking. Not bad looking, at all. Either that or it had More. The first were guiding the truck. Bob was uncertain genealogy. Several bottles of homemade been a long time-— muttering to himself as he followed them toward one of wine lined the windowsills. Tables pushed against the the long, windowed buildings . . . with a face missing at walls had bowls of popcorn and corn chips and various "They caught O'Rafferty? Oh, Tom. The old guy was a the narrow end. They guided Curly into the opening, dips, and a vat of soup sat on the floor. There was past master at staying hidden." great variety to the food, and a flavor of panic and into a shell two stories high. improvisation. Degler shrugged. "They reeducated him; but no one can tell the difference. He always did see everything "Crazy. Do you suppose they never finished it?" "I'm sorry there isn't more," Buck Coulson apologized. skewed sideways and upside down from Tuesday. But "Smuggling. The customers weren't stopping anymore "Times are tight. Be sure to keep your glass handy so of course he's being watched, so we stay clear of him, and import duties kept going up. I'm guessing, of you don't accidentally use someone else's." now." He shook his head sadly. "Anyway, The Ghost let us know when you'd be arriving; so last night I made a course," Sherrine said. "Pull up to the end. They re Numbers were hard to gauge because the convention few phone calls. Kind of a welcoming party." He looked lowering some kind of false front behind us." was so broken up, but Alex hadn't counted more than around the Con Suite, a bedroom with the beds thirty people. removed, a few chairs, fans sitting on the carpet. "This *** is all that's left of Suncon and Bubonicon and the He was half-reclined in a chair and footstool, delighting others. Slim pickings, eh?" It was not a big con. Four long buildings enclosed in his ability to sprawl. Sprawling was wonderful after brown lawn and a pool. They had taken over just one of scores of hours of being wedged into a bouncing truck "Worldcon wasn't much bigger," Sherrine told him. the buildings; they stayed clear of the Registration building, including the hotel restaurant, newsstand, etc. cabin. He eavesdropped with half his attention, and Rooms along the side that faced a wall had become the watched the women. "Speaking of Worldcon," said Barbara Dinsby, "did you hear? Tony Horowitz got himself arrested to distract the dealer rooms, Con Suite, Art Show, and a couple Sherrine was asking Tom Degler, "You worked up a cops during your getaway." Dinsby was a thin woman reserved for programming. convention just for us?" with long, dark red hair. She wore no makeup and tended to lean toward you when she spoke. Alex Four people talking on a panel stopped when the procession hove into view; then the panel followed their "We don't need a good excuse. A bad one is fine." considered her the second prettiest woman present. Degler's face was surrounded by a sunburst of bright, According to Degler she already had several stories on audience over the low railings. red hair; full beard, hair tied up in back with a rubber the samizdat network, one of them critically praised. band. His legs, which Alex could see between the knee "Welcome to Microcon!" And the fans surged around them, hugging and shaking hands. Alex had time for socks and shorts that he wore, were also hairy. Bob raised his eyebrows. "Horowitz?" Perfectly adapted to an ice age, Alex thought. one glimpse of Gordon's bulging eyes before they were borne away. Page 133 of 166 "Sure. When the chips are down, we all play on the Alex opened his mouth to protest, but no words came "So let's float?" same side." out. He peered up at her elvish I've got-a-secret smile. He "Did he make bail?" asked Sherrine. "Tom," said Bob, "they aren't actually SF pros." said, If you have antigravity, we've chased our tails a long way for your amusement." "Tremont took care of everything. And Tony's book Dergler grinned. "They live science fiction. That's close sales have tripled. Everyone on the Network has been enough." She laughed like bubble-wrap popping. "Alex, it's downloading his manuscripts; and half the pros are possible to float in water. The Dinsby just took Gordon "But I can't come up with a speech, just like that," Alex out to the spa-—"" lining up for his shared world project." said. "Not that quickly." After the rescues of Peace and Sherrine craned her neck. "So, Tom. Who'd you snag Freedom, when it was clear that the boosters had "Yeah, water." for Guests of Honor?" restabilized the orbits, and Lonny invited him to address the assembled Floaters from his hospital bed, "I forget how much water there is. We walked across a he had been unable to say anything coherent. Lonny, frozen river, I've seen the damn Mississippi, I don't Degler beamed. "Well, you, actually." damn his black heart, had probably known that. know why it keeps hitting me like this-—" "What?" "Don't worry," Degler said. "Just make it up as you go "But if Gordon and Barbara Dinsby are out there, every along. You're a spaceman! You could get up there in horny male and curious fan is going to be stripping "Sure. Are there any fans more worthy than you and the pulpit and preach from the Albuquerque phone down, too, so if you want to float-—" Pins, here?" directory and still get a standing ovation." "Lead me." Alex ginned at Sherrine's sudden discomfiture. "Don't fight it," he said. And, in a more serious voice, he added, "You deserve it." It was turning chilly. There was a stack of towels on a Indeed, he could. As the fans milled around his chair, webbed recliner. The pool had long been empty, but Alex discovered that anything he said was soaked up the spa was bubbling and steaming. It was eight feet "But . . . " by his eager listeners. The little-orbit-to-orbit across, circular, with people-sized indentations in the "broomsticks" that they rode between the stations? rim. Gordon and the red-haired woman were already in, Degler put his hand on Alex's thin shoulder. "Gabe and Fascinating. (And five minutes later he heard two fans and nestled comfortably close. In the dark around Rafe, of course, are the Pro GoH's." blocking out a story about witches in space.) The them, fans were stripping down. details of hydroponic farming? Endlessly interesting. Alex looked at him. "Now, wait a-—" Especially the painstaking attention to detail that Ginjer Sherrine began to strip off her clothes, standing up. Hu demanded. Awesome. Like a dancer, Alex thought, or a gymnast. "What do we have to do?" asked Gordon. He sat on one of the webwork recliners to get his shoes Filkers were gearing up out by the pool; the laughter and pants off. Bare-assed fans were beginning to slide "Not much," Degler told him. Just mingle with the was louder than the singing. into the water. Two had kept their underwear on. guests; talk to them. You get a "free con membership . . ." Sherrine settled onto the narrow arm of his chair. "The law speaks," Sherrine said, "as follows: you can "Comfy?" wear anything you want in the spa after dark. Bob really "Spasebo." did go in in the top part of a tuxedo once." "Very. Next best thing to floating." "And you have to make a GoH speech later tonight." Page 134 of 166 "Rational fantasy," Helvetian assured him. "Fantasy "Mir was old. A tested, fully manned space station, Barbara Dinsby was scratching Gordon's back in slow, luxurious circles, while Gordon twisted around to talk to with rivets. It means getting the details right, making more than the United States ever had, but old," Gordon her. Thurlow Helvetian was scratching Barbara's back. sure it all hangs together logically." said. "We had a Buryat shuttle up when everything Tom Degler slid into the water behind Helvetian, and a stopped, but that was useless, not much more than a short woman moved up behind him. A circle-scratch. "My matushka once said-—" Alex turned and saw that missile without guidance. We made it part of the habitat Gordon had come up behind him. Gordon was and rifled it for parts. There was not much on the moon, Sherrine, entirely naked and entirely lovely, slid into the surrounded by a group of five femmefans, including but we could work with what there was because of all water ahead of Gordon. Gordon's hands rose in the air; Barbara and Sherrine. "My matushka once said that the that lovely working mass free for the taking-—" his fingers flexed like a pianist's. Sherrine waved secret of realism was to describe the thumb so well that imperiously to Alex, and Alex slid in ahead of her. the reader thinks he has seen the entire hand." "And oxygen. There's infinite oxygen in lunar rock." She spoke against his ear, a warm breath within the Helvetian nodded. "That's right. It's got to be consistent "So we had Moonbase. We even expanded a little. And in orbit, Mir and two shuttle tanks from which to make steam and roar of bubbles: "Scratch or massage?" and realistic or you lose the reader." Freedom. One shuttle, ruined. And three NASPS." Decisions, decisions. "What if it's a fantasy?" Alex asked. The room was filled with rows of chairs. Behind them there was still standing room; the balcony doors were "Especially in a fantasy," Helvetian replied. opened wide. The huckster was a skinny gent with an unruly mop of "Yeah-da." Gordon's head bobbed vigorously. "A dragon you may believe in, or a time traveller, but a These thirty people were more than he could have salt-and-pepper hair; somewhat elderly, but with a time-travelling dragon asks too much of the reader. gathered aboard Freedom, without leaving crucial twinkle in his eye. He wore a colorful, billowing shirt functions untended. All these solemn eyes . . . and stood behind a table stacked high with books from H.G. Wells never used more than one—" which he importuned passing fans. He wasn't getting much action. They were all wet from the spa, and the "Gordon? Save it," Barbara said. "It's time for your "Now, each of the NASPS is different," Alex said, "and night was driving them in. neither of them could carry cargo, because each was speech." an, experimental hypersonic ramjet airplane. Piranha "Hi," he said to Alex, "I'm Thurlow Helvetian. May I Gordon's mouth opened and closed, and he half-turned couldn't even reach orbit without an auxiliary tank at takeoff!" shamelessly try to sell you a book?" to run. "You can try," Alex allowed as he paused at the table. "Alex, isn't it? You're next. Or if Gordon freezes up, "And of course these were no longer available." He was bundled up now, and nearly dry, and still warm. you're first. Work it out between you. Thurlow, you're "You'd have better luck with Gordon. I'm not much of a not going to miss the GoH speeches, are you?" "You get a bubble for two and the rest is fuel tank and motors. So landing it and coming back to orbit-—" reader. Then again, Gordon's still in the spa." "I didn't used to go to the program items . . ." Gordon was really enjoying himself. Nobody in Mir or Helvetian nodded to himself. "Start slow." He Freedom had ever looked at him like this. He said, "You rummaged about on the table and emerged The Angels looked at each other. Neither had anything triumphantly with a cloth-bound volume. "Here. A Night would do only for the joy of it, and it would cost in planned. Neither wanted to go first. on the Town. This is a fair sampler of my work. All short hydrogen and wear. But we found we could convert all stories, so you get it in small doses." three to dive into the atmosphere and return without too "Together," Gordon said. much loss of delta-vee. Without that, we would not have nitrogen." Alex studied the book. The cover bore a stamp: Certified Elf-Free! "Fantasy." Page 135 of 166 All these solemn eyes. Where was all this support "What do you mean? " "Yeah, who would gain?" when space was being abandoned like an unwelcome gift? Only thirty, though they seemed like more. But Alex noticed that a small crowd had gathered around "The Babbage Society? " those who gathered on the desert to watch the shuttles them, listening intently to what Degler had to say. He land numbered up to a million. Where were they? saw Bob Needleton and Barbara Dinsby and the "No, the Greens. The Greens would gain job security," huckster, Thurlow Helvetian; Gordon's head topping said someone else. them all. We really do stand out in a crowd. Gordon Running from the Ice. had been letting his beard grow ever since St. Louis, "Job security how? They're pledged to clean things up." Gordon was saying, "The scoopship's cabin was a but it was not much to speak of yet. Sherrine had called sounding box for vibrations far below the ears' grasp; it a beatnik beard, whatever that meant. "No they aren't," said Tom Degler with a grin. "They're as, high over the northern hemisphere, her hull began pledged to advocate rules whose apparent purpose is to sing a bass dirge. My bones could feel . . ." Dealer glanced left and right, and leaned forward. to make someone else clean things up." Everyone else instinctively leaned toward him. "I meant, what if it was on purpose? There was a "That's right. There's a difference. The rules only company in California that bought chemical wastes require actions, not results." from other companies; processed the waste and broke "I've lost track of my cup," Alex said. it down; and sold the end products as feed stock. "I have a question," said an elderly fan. "Why did the Closed loop recycling. The state EPA shut them down." "In the old days," Sherrine whispered in Alex's ear, Greens become so popular back in the '90s, which was "there would have been plastic or styrofoam cups." after the worst pollution had been already cleaned up? "Why?" asked Alex. None of you kids remembers the old days, when coal "Nonbiodegradable plastic or styrofoam cups," said smoke blanketed every city and the Cuyahoga River Degler eyed him, and again glanced conspiratorially Degler, appearing out of nowhere. caught fire." around the room. "Because the EPA rules required that chemical wastes be put in fifty-five-gallon drams and "Bullshit," said Sherrine. "Plastics are recyclable. Shred Alex had finally figured out why Degler grinned all the stored." it and melt it and make more. The fact that no one time. He was watching funny pictures inside his head. bothered gave plastic a bad rep." "This is your hobby, isn't it?" "Why, that is pomyéshanniy," Gordon said. "If we did so on Freedom, would soon die. Cannot afford to waste "Well, not quite," Degler said, fingering his beard and Degler grinned at him. "What is?" waste. Is too valuable." grinning. "There are EPA rules that forbid the recycling of certain plastics. The styrofoam used by fast-food "Throwing out wild ideas and watching people play with If the Downer Greens were serious about recycling and chains was chemically recyclable; but the EPA forbade them." it because"-—he gave an exaggerated shudder-— waste reduction, Alex mused, they should be clamoring to communicate with the stations. Who-—on Earth or "because it had once touched food." "No, this is my profession. Dropping seed crystals in a off-—knew more about the subject than the Floaters. It supersaturated solution. Plumbing is my hobby." isn't just our quality of life, it's our lives. "Yeah, and they replaced the stuff with coated paper, that was also nonbiodegradable and nonrecyclable. So "Exactly," said Degler. "So why do so many the rules had zero impact on the environment and the environmental regulations wind up, harming the landfills . . . And why are you laughing, Tom?" environment? I say, what if it's on purpose?" Chairman Buck Coulson produced a giant cake covered with chocolate frosting, baked in the shape of "What if it was on purpose?" "Can't be," said someone in the crowd. "What a manhole cover. He presented it to Degler as Con purpose?" Page 136 of 166 Chair. Degler wiped a tear from his eye. "I'm touched, Alex smiled. "Not much." deg.!deg.deg.!deg. and a photograph of Bob and Sherrine graced the screen. "-—of those suspected of folks. I am truly touched." "A cake for Tom, that's three. A source of food on an harboring the fugitives. Hartley is a computer nerd. Her boyfriend, Needleton, is a scientist. Needleton's van "Hell, Tom," said Bob. "We've known that for years." alien planet, that was first." was used in the getaway. It was found in Milwaukee-—" "Okay!" said Buck rubbing his hands. "That's three "What was the second?" "See Spot," snarled Buck. "See Spot run. Run, Spot, uses." He pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket and run." made a note. Her diction became careful and solemn. "The American Dental Association thinks they are bad for children's "Quiet!" Alex looked around for help. He saw Sherrine nearby teeth." with a glass of bhlog in her hand and beckoned to her. "-—seeing them should contact the State Police. Sherrine giggled and weaved her way to his side. "What did Buck mean, that's three uses?" He had to Captain Lee Arteria of the U.S. Air Force Office of lean close to make himself heard over the noise of the Special Investigations is leading the pursuit. Outdoor It must have been almost one in the morning. There room party. The jostling crowd pressed Sherrine was only a handful of fans still lolling about in the Video shot of a hard-looking officer in fatigues. "We're piecing against him just as he bent close. He wasn't about to the evidence together, Heather," Arteria told the Room. Sherrine sat tailor fashion near the door, talking newser. "There are several promising lines of inquiry-— complain. tete-á-tete with Dinsby. The others had wandered off. " Some were dozing on the floor. Buck grew sufficiently "Mmmm," said Sherrine, lingering against him for just a bored to turn on the TV. He sat splayed in the sofa moment, bracing herself with her arm around him. changing channels at random with his phaser. Tom Alex grabbed the phaser from Coulson's hands and "Egscyooze-—I mean, excuse me. I'm sorry." stabbed at the buttons until the screen went black. Degler snored beside him. "I'm not." Bob spoke without turning from the screen. "The Slouched in the armchair with his head buzzing, Alex backdrop. It was the Museum of Science and Industry let his mind drift with the TV. Buck would not stay on in Chicago." "Have some bhlog?" She held her glass up to him. one channel long enough for anything to make sense. If, after five glasses of bhlog, anything could make "No, thanks. I had one. It ripped the top of my head off. sense. Coulson frowned. "Arteria looks familiar. I've seen him somewhere before. At a con? Art show?" He shook his What's in that stuff?" head. "A long time ago." "For relief of hemorrhoids," the TV declared, "use-— "Oh, I don't know. No one does. It's a closely guarded deg.!deg.-—the President of the United States-— deg.!deg.-—couldn't imagine anything more exciting-— Had Sherrine seen this? Alex twisted and looked by the secret known to no one." Sherrine giggled again. deg.!deg.-—building value in every step of design and door. Barbara and Sherrine were gone. But they were construction-—deg.!deg.-—don't miss all the action-— there earlier. "You're drunk." deg.!deg.-—with Barbie-—deg.!deg.-—But what if lance discovers us, darling-—deg.!deg.-—coming up next-— He left the Video Room and wandered down the She pressed a finer against her lip. "Shhhhh. Maybe no deg.!deg.-—Sherrine Hartley-—deg.!deg.—-—ll right, corridor. An open room door showed fans carpeting the one will notice." She drank the rest of her bhlog. Then let's move em out-—deg.!deg.-—for Captain Spaulding, beds and floor. Other doors were closed and silent. The she pointed at the cake. "Chocolate-covered manhole the African explorer-—" Con was shutting down for the night. covers are, is the only idea Tom ever threw out that never went anywhere. What can you say about "Wait!" said Alex suddenly alert. "Buck! Back up a Downstairs in one of the function rooms, he found chocolatecovered manhole covers?" couple channels." Dinsby in a circle of femmefans surrounding Gordon. Page 137 of 166 " . . . syllables, accents or feet," Gordon was saying. She said nothing, but Alex could sense her nod. "I "No." And now he could never go. Alex can't go out and won't make a very good 'wanted fan,' will I? If they play because he might get a nosebleed. I don't even "But English stresses are too strong for syllabic poetry, showed Fang or Crazy Eddie on national TV with have a suit anymore. which is why haiku does not work in English. Accentual everyone in the country asked to turn them in . . . they'd poetry is the native English structure. As in Beowulf, throw a party." "I'd like to go there. I've always wanted to go there. Ever since I read Space Captives of the Golden Men. I which has four beats per line with central pause. Is also the limerick like you hear in nursery rhymes and rap. "They think they can't be caught. They have faith in forget who wrote it. A juvenile. These kids are kidnapped by Martians-—we could still imagine But accent structure can degenerate into mere broken their own wits." Martians in those days-—and taken to the moon; and prose,' like free verse, which is basic form used for advertising copy. Was Chaucer who invented the foot, "I'm in real trouble, then. My instincts are no damned I've always wanted to be . . . to be. . ." which combines accent and syllable-— "Yes, Alex, good." what is it?" She turned and buried her face against him and he hugged her tight. "I'll take you there," he promised. "Your instincts are the best." Don't make promises you can't keep. "Someday, I'll Alex put a hand on a table to steady himself. "I'm looking for Sherrine. Have you seen her?" kidnap you and take you to the moon." "I'm drunk, and I'm depressed, and I'm cold." "She was with me earlier," Dinsby said. "I came out Oh, Alex." She put her arms around his neck and Alex didn't think he could do much about the first two here for the midnight poetry panel. I saw her leave the kissed him. It was a soft, lingering kiss, and Alex felt complaints. He put his arm around her. "Do you want to room party a few minutes ago. I think she went himself respond to the promise. He shifted his arms go back inside? It's warmer there." outside." She pointed to the side door on the right. and hugged her tight and kissed her back. "Alex, make love to me." He could feel her shake her head. "No. I'm fine now." Outside, the night air was a knife in his lungs and the She snuggled against him. "Who would have thought it stars hung like diamonds on velvet. He exhaled a "What, here? Now? It's too cold." could get so chilly in the desert?" cloudy breath. Not as cold as it had been up north; but still . . . The moon was low in the west, casting pale, Alex pointed to the sky with his left hand. "No clouds. She laid her head on his shoulder. "You don't want to?" pearly shadows. One of the shadows moved slightly The ground radiates its heat into open space. I bet you and Alex headed toward it. "I-—yes, dammit. Yes, I do. But-—" could make ice that way." She was hunched up with her knees tucked under her "Then forget your damned courtship rites and your chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. Alex "You can." damned propriety. You're in Faerie now. All the habitat hunkered down beside her. She looked at him; looked rules are suspended." "Ah." away and drew her sleeve across her nose. "Except cold!" he laughed. "You shouldn't cry during an ice age," he told her. "Your "Look at the moon," she said. It was three-quarters full and just kissing the horizon, swollen by the lens of air. eyes will freeze closed." She grabbed him and ran her hands down his body. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" The moon had set and the desert night was as black as "Or open. I'd rather have them freeze open. Better to death. The galactic spiral was a garland draped across "Not so beautiful as the Earth, looking back." see if anyone's chasing you." the sky. They fumbled under their clothing, exploring each other; never quite exposed to the night cold and "Have you ever been there? To the moon." "You saw the news clip, then." growing warm enough with the effort. Alex discovered that if you were careful and if you wanted something Page 138 of 166 badly enough, you could accomplish anything. None of "Big place," Long said. "I knew Los Angeles fans had a June opened the door and led them into a kitchen. it was planned. clubhouse, but this is something!" There were a dozen fans talking, standing in doorways as fans did. Most didn't know George Long, but June "Heh, heh. You don't know the half of it." Steve swept was taking care of the introductions. "Is Merlin here It was better than a plan. his hand around. "There was a freeway going through. yet?" Steve asked. The Greens got that stopped, but the whole area had already been condemned. Nobody can get permits to "Upstairs." build here, or to tear anything down either. It's all pretty CHAPTER EIGHTEEN stupid, but it's good for LASFS. Glen Bailey knew it first The stairway was ornate, with magnificent wood because he's a Green." bannisters. There was mahogany wainscoting in the The LASFS hallways, and the ceilings were carved plaster. Most of Long shied off a bit. "You've got a tame Green?" the splendor was in decay, but here and there someone had worked to restore it. "Glennie's not tame. But he's definitely one of ours, and Steve Mews and George Long pedaled through the he got us this house. They're paying us a caretaker fee The upstairs room was locked. Steve knocked and decaying neighborhood at dusk. Long looked around to keep the druggies out!" He grinned. "Of course, they waited. Finally the door was opened by a tall man with and whistled "Man, this place would make Harlem look aren't paying the Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society, stringy gray hair and bad teeth. He stood in the like Bel Air!" Inc. They're paying the LA Safety First Society. The doorway. "Steve." checks still read LASFS." Mews grinned. "Yeah, but it's not so bad. Besides, "I need to get on-line." we're the meanest S-O-B's in the valley." "You're still incorporated?" Merlin Null, LASFS Senior Committeeman, frowned at George Long looked it. He was an enormous black "No, they yanked our Inc. `Not in the public interest.' I Mews. "The rules are, you tell me, and I do it if I think giant. Steve had been trying to get him to work out for keep forgetting." it's safe." years, but Long always said, "Hell, I'm a nurse! Sometimes I wonder what a frail old geriatric patient thinks when he sees, or she sees, Rosey Grier bearing There were more lights at the big house. Steve led the "Merlin, this is Stone from Heaven business." way to the back door and knocked, then stood in the down on her with a bedpan and a mucking great dim pool of light from the porch lamp. After a moment Null thought about it. "Have to check." He came out into hypodermic. You get me doing that black-belt stuff and the door opened. " 'Lo, Steve," a large elderly woman the hall, carefully locking the door behind him, and led they'll arrest me for breathing." said. the way down the hall to another room. The house was huge, a six-bedroom mansion built in " 'Lo, June. This is George Long." C.C. Miller, often called Cissy for reasons no one the 1920s during the Hollywood era. It hadn't been remembered, was Chairman of the LASFS. He sat at a painted in years, and now stood almost isolated. There "I know George," she said. "You're a long way from table in the old butlers pantry making a list. Miller was a were houses on both sides of it but they'd sunk even NESFA." large, round man, gray haired as most LASFASians further into decay, not quite abandoned, but inhabited were. His wife, Ginny, looked half his age, but she by people who just didn't give a damn. Mews led Long Long nodded. "New England's getting cold. I'm moving always had. up the driveway to the garage in back. There were other bicycles there. The garage was dimly lit by a out here," he said. "By way of Worldcon." single electric bulb. "Steve wants me to log him on," Null said. "I ran into him at Minicon, then on the Amtrak," Steve said. Page 139 of 166 Miller nodded knowingly. "It's all right. Steve, when you "That's it?" Null asked. get done, we've got a package for you." "That's a lot," Steve said. "Now I need to see C.C. There had once been a fence and guard post at the "Package?" again. I'm going to need some help. Starting with a car North Entrance to Edwards AFB, but the guardhouse and somebody to drive." was boarded up, and the fence had been knocked down by tumbleweeds piling against it. There had been "Fan Express," Miller said. "From Curtis. Address some maintenance, though. The blacktop road up the `Bottle Shop Keeper, care of Steve Mews.' I gather he ridge from Highway 58 had potholes, but Steve didn't wants you to deliver it." think it was much worse than 58 itself, and 58 still had The drive from Los Angeles through Mojave took nearly traffic, if you could call a truck every five minutes traffic. "That figures. See you in a minute." three hours in C.C. Miller's underpowered car. The view across the Mojave Desert to the north was Interstate 5, the main north-south California artery, was spectacular. So was the Rogers Dry Lake bed to the Back inside the locked computer room there were three still maintained, but when they turned off into the west. Where the spaceships used to land. A million people at a poker table. Hands had been dealt, and Antelope Valley and headed toward Palmdale the people camped out on the desert to watch the first there were poker chips in front of the players. No one decay in America's infrastructure was obvious. shuttle landing . . . really cared much about illegal gambling, but it was a cover for the locked door. They crossed the San Andreas Fault line. "Lucky so The museum stood at the top of a ridge: several far," Miller said. "We've been expecting The Big One for concrete block buildings, a blockhouse, a large Null locked the door again, then opened a cabinet. years . . ." concrete pad, and big cylindrical storage tanks. The Inside were more poker chips and cards. Null reached security shack at the main gate to the facility was past them to open the back of the cabinet, exposing a "They said at Minicon that the Ice would definitely empty, but the gate was open. They drove on up to the computer console. Null pulled it out. "OK, what?" trigger it," Steve said. "Guess that would close the largest building, a huge structure. Most of the windows highway for good." were boarded up, but not all, and there was a light "FAPANET," Steve said. "I need to get on." inside one office. Palmdale was half-deserted. They passed a stand of Null typed furiously. There were the odd tones of a dead trees and grapevines. "Can't say I disagree with modem dialing, then locking on. Finally Null stepped the Greens on that one," Steve said. "Sucking water out of Sacramento to grow Christmas trees and grapes back. "You got it." Gary Hudson was tall and thin, graying a bit. He wore a in the desert never did make sense." silver-tan shirt and a desert hat, and looked a bit like Steve typed gingerly. "They call me Bruce." the old films of Indiana Jones when he wasn't carrying "It would if you had enough electricity to make the fresh a bullwhip and pistol. He came out of the office and water," C.C. Miller said. "But, hell, that's science watched as C.C. and Steve got out of their car. : fiction." "Museum's only open Friday and Saturday," he said. "I am new in town." They drove through Mojave, past the faded signs "Sorry, it's a long trip, maybe I can show you a little proudly announcing Phoenix and Voyager. Now Mojave to the Thunder Ridge Air Force Museum. Hudson led the way over in silence. The wind whistled off the Mojave Desert and howled around them, rattling "Roger Dodger." Steve stepped back from the console. Page 140 of 166 the corrugated metal of the hangar building. They went "-—Saturn, too. What kind of a phallic symbol is it that Hudson took the package and opened it. Inside was a in through the small, people door set in the enormous comes apart during launch?" half-pint bottle of clear liquid. "Moonbeams?" hangar door. It was almost as loud inside as out, but it was a relief to be out of the wind. "Yeah, but it did get there, Gary." "Seawater," Steve said "And we took that shipping tag off a compressed air cylinder. It has a poem written on It was gloomy inside. Hudson gave them a moment to Pause. "Yes. Well, Phoenix hasn't been well it. It's to be pinned to the ground with a knife." let their eyes adjust. The roof was eighty feet or more maintained, as you can see," Hudson said. "She'll above them, held up by a network of girders that looked never fly again." He looked closely at Steve. "I've seen Hudson stared out across the desert. "For Mare needlessly complicated just to hold up a roof. you before. You came with a tour about two years ago." Imbrium," he said slowly. "Yeah. All right, you're real. At least you sure come from Curtis. Like a ghost after all Phoenix stood in the center of the enormous room. It Mews nodded. "You must not get many people here." these years. Now what's up?" looked like a giant ice cream cone, sixty feet high, standing on its big end. At the slightly rounded base it "Not many black people," Hudson said. "And you cried "Angels down. You heard about it." was half as big across as it was high. It stood alone, then, too." with no scaffolding around it. "Sure. So?" "Oh." Hudson threw a switch, and banks of spotlights came "We rescued them." on. "Can I show you anything else?" "Where? Where are they?" The nose was rounded. Holes a foot and a half across ringed the base: not one big rocket motor, but a couple "Yes. What I'd like to see is outside," Mews said. He led of dozen little ones. There was a small door, high up. the way away from the building, away from where Mews pointed east. "About ten miles that way. The The hull was grimy enough to need hosing down, but it Phoenix stood under the tin-roofed hangar. Away from Astroburger stand, at Cramer's Four Corners. Waiting didn't seem to have been cut in half or anything. The the fuel tanks. Off past the parking lot. for you to say it's all clear. They've got two tank trucks of jet fuel, and the ROMs that Cole was keeping for damn thing even had windows. Hudson frowned but followed as Steve went out to an you." Steve stared up at it. Beside him C.C. said, "Your big empty area. "Safe to talk here?" Steve asked. Gary Hudson stared at him. "But-—you mean-—" mistake was, rockets are supposed to be phallic Hudson nodded. "Safe everywhere. No bugs here, if symbols." there ever were any. Things deteriorate, and nobody Hope you've got your bags packed," Steve said. "It's Hudson nodded. "Wrong shape. Too short, too. The cares about a dead bird anyway. She'll never fly again. time." Talk about what?" tailfin on a 747 stood taller than Phoenix." *** "She sure looks dead." Steve sighed. "But I've got a "Yeah, oh, well, the shuttle wasn't any better-—" package for you. Wade Curtis says to tell you it's a The motorcycle came up an hour later. Harry and Doherty Project." Jenny got off and stretched elaborately. "Hello, Gary." Normally Steve would have joined in. Somehow he didn't have the heart. There had been scaffolding; it had been wheeled into shadow to display the beast Gary Hudson's face went quite slack. He shied back a "Hello, Harry. OK, you're real, too. Are there really better. Like the last Saturn, laid out horizontally so the bit from the small parcel Mews pulled from his jacket Angels out there—" pocket. "Doherty Project." tourists could see it better. "Absolutely." Page 141 of 166 "If the chili ortega Astroburgers didn't kill 'em," Harry "It's gonna get conspicuous anyway, isn't it?" So far so good. And Moorkith was still looking for the said. He looked around the facility. "Can we work alone Angels down by the Mexican border, certain that they here?" were being smuggled out of the country. Arteria grinned "This is just what I've been avoiding for fifteen years. wolfishly. It's too late, Moorkith, my lad. They're on Air More. Some of the Air Force types like to daydream, Force property now. They're mine. "Until Friday," Gary said. "And I can close the gate but a real launch? If they see . . ." then, if there's good reason." *** "You're gonna be conspicuous. That's all. What can Harry had a small radio, the kind that used to be sold in you do that won't show right away? Making fuel is pairs as children's toys. He extended the antenna. noisy. Your grocery bill is gonna go up. You'll have to Gary Hudson shook hands with Alex, then Gordon. He "Gabriel, this is Rover. All clear." He listened for a wheel the beast out-—" prolonged his grip on Gordon's hand. "Weak arm, second and grinned. "OK. Now, do you have a beer? strong grip. Do you have any trouble standing?" It's been days. I mean literally." "No, that's the one thing I don't have to do. Bring them in, Harry. Just bring them." Gordon grinned broadly. "Stronger every day. Steve has-—" The tanker trucks wound slowly up the hill. Hudson watched with binoculars. "They look full," he said. *** Hudson pulled his arm to the right and back. Gordon "They are full," Harry said. "One diesel fuel, one JP-4. It was crowded with four in the truck. The Angels hadn't fell over. Enough to make the hydrogen and LOX-—" wanted to be separated from each other, and Gordon hadn't wanted to travel without Barbara Dinsby. New Hudson's left arm caught Gordon's elbow and pulled love and true love, Bob Needleton thought. They look him back upright. Nobody laughed at Gordon's gaping "For a bird that will never fly," Hudson said. cute together. Of course it meant that Sherrine was astonishment. "Oh, bullshit," Harry said. "You haven't been saying that riding with Fang in the other truck. Hudson said, "Sorry. I had to know. So. It's decision so long you believe it, have you?" And maybe that's all right too. It was pretty clear that time." something was happening between Alex and Sherrine. "Harry-—" And we're leaving her behind, too. If that rocket works I "What's to decide?" Harry said. "They need to go to am by damn going. I have earned a place. I thought of orbit, and you have the only rocket ship that will get Harry shrugged. "Okay, but you're scaring the kids. the rescue! them there." Look at Steve. He's turning white." Harry was waiting at the turnoff into Edwards. He "Harry-—" Miller said. "I am not." waved them on, then passed both trucks to lead the way. Bob was glad that the road was twisty and full of "He's right," Fang said. "God damn." "Get that man a mirror!" holes. He welcomed the distraction. "So I just fire it up and go," Gary said. "So simple. Why "Harry, there's no launching pad, nothing." *** didn't I think of that?" "Sure," Harry said. "Gary, one thing, you better let the Lee Arteria drove past the turnoff into Edwards and Angels in on this right away. When they finally set eyes went on for another mile before stopping. Even then Gordon asked, "is it real? Will it fly?" on Cole's Titan, they were ready for self-immolation." she stayed well inside her car, so that the sun wouldn't flash off the binoculars. She watched as the trucks "It's real but-—" Gary caught himself. He took a deep breath. "It's a real rocket ship. It really goes straight up Hudson was sweating, and it wasn't the heat. "Harry, ground slowly up the hill. why don't I just put up a neon sign?" Page 142 of 166 on a pillar of fire. It even goes into orbit. Barely. "It paid the lawyers for awhile, and then I was bankrupt. Hudson sighed. "Yeah, sure." He led them into the Almost." The Greens sued me. Poking holes in the ozone layer, hangar and turned on the lights. yada yada." Hudson shook his head violently. "Sorry. Nobody wanted to say it, so they all looked at each Way off the subject. You want to know what you need "God, that's beautiful," Jenny said. "Beautiful. Starfire!" now." other until Jenny Trout said, "What good is that?" Alex walked slowly over to the ship. He ran his hands C.C. said, "Yeah. You can't get to orbit?" "I don't get much chance to explain this. We have here along the sides, then stooped to look up into the engine a prototype, and it isn't the whole thing. When we were chambers. When he stood again his face had changed. doing the planning, I took the most optimistic "I can barely get into an elliptical orbit with the low end assumptions. Why not? But the FAA had some rules eighty miles up. The atmosphere pulls it down fast. But "You can fly it, Alex?" Gordon asked. that apply to airplanes. My stockholders wanted a another ship could rendezvous and boost it the rest of heavier heat shield. The landing, legs-—" the way. That must be what you were planning with the "It doesn't need a pilot," Alex said. "It's up to Mr. Titan, wasn't it?" Hudson, I think. But it's clear someone has been taking "Landing legs? Sorry," Alex said. "Of course it has to care of this ship. He looked up at the roof scaffolding. land. I'm too used dippers." "Yeah. What else do we need?" "Does that open?" "Sure. Phoenix comes down on its own tail fire, just like "Quite a lot-—" "Just once," Gary said. all the old Analog covers, just like the LEM. I made the legs so slender it won't stand up unless the fuel tanks "Will these help?" Bob Needleton held out a package "Once is all we need," Alex said. He looked straight at are dead empty. But they still have to take a recoil, and wrapped in foil. "Cole said these are the ROMs." Hudson. "Commander Hopkins-—our leader in the my stockholders wanted them beefed up." Hudson's habitats-—I'll start over. We thought it would be bony shoulders rose and fell. "Everything got just a little Gary took the package. "That's a spare set, but yeah, pointless to say anything to Lonny Hopkins about heavier. after all these years it's worth doing a program spaceships. Now . . . does he have a decision to comparison." make? Do I call him? I wouldn't want to unless this was "But, dammit! I'd have put a bigger cabin on the real all real." thing. It'd fire passengers halfway around the world in "And we brought you the fuel to make the fuel," under two hours. Every president of every company or Sherrine said. And-—fans have been collecting things "Let me think about it," Gary said. country would want one. And with the zero stage it to go up with the Angels. Seeds, chemicals, supplies, could have reached geosynchronous orbit, and that all kinds of things-—" "Don't think too long," C.C. Miller said. would have been . . ." "All that stuff isn't coming up here!" Hudson exclaimed. Gary frowned at him. Nobody had said anything about a "zero stage." Alex was about to comment when Hudson went on. "The "No, no, it's going to a safe place in Los Angeles," "We heard from Ted Johnstone in Phoenix. He works zero stage would have been cheap as dirt. Same fuel Miller said. "We'll bring whatever's needed from there." for the Highway Department. The police are looking for and oxygen tanks, same pump system, same legs-— milk trucks. They're being real quiet about it, but they're because of course it lands independently! Half again as Hudson nodded. looking." many motors and no heat shield. You could serve a dozen Phoenixes with two lousy Zeros because they recycle so fast." "Can-—may we see the ship?" Barbara Dinsby asked. "Oh, shit," Fang said. She was holding tightly onto Gordon's hand. "So where is our zero stage?" "The church," Harry said. "That's-—" Page 143 of 166 "That's fine," Jenny said. "So first thing is we get the "Da." "Well, maybe ten," Gary said. "Moving scaffolds, just damn trucks under cover, right? Looks like there's room standing watch, that sort of thing. But they'd have to be in here." reliable." The stilyagin's enthusiasm left something to be desired. No seat for Barbara? Others must stay, too . . . but "Actually, there's a garage made for tanker trucks," Gordon wouldn't meet Alex's eyes. "They will be," Miller said. "I've got Lee Jacobs Gary said. "I'll show you." He turned toward the door, rounding up a crew. They'll come up in a van, as soon then turned back. "Hell, I don't know why I'm stalling. as some of the other stuff from the treasure hunt comes I've been waiting for this all my life. Major MacLeod, in. Gary. you may be a bit surprised by some of what you can tell your boss that with any luck we'll be they've rounded up." They sat in the large workroom outside Hudson's office. launching you within a week." In better times a dozen engineers would have sat at the Hudson said, "Can you keep most of the LASFS away? desks and drafting tables there. C.C. Miller had his Three fans had wheeled the scaffold up to the Phoenix. notebook and was ready to make a list. "All right. Dr. I'll look conspicuous enough without a horde of fans Hudson climbed up to the door, used a key, tried to Hudson, what do we have to do now?" looking over our shoulders." open it. "What I can do, maybe, is make it official. Announce "Details," Gary said. "First things first. We clean out the By then Alex was up there with him, climbing tanks. The hydrogen tank won't need a lot of work, but that anyone who comes brings groceries. I worried barefooted, using his toes. He felt no gut-fear climbing there's a fair amount of work to clean the oxygen tank. about that. What are a dozen of us going to eat? this spiderweb of metal, but he didn't trust gravity. He We'll need alcohol." Nobody gets in without a bag of groceries per. Nobody set himself and pulled alongside Hudson, and the oval will do that twice. Fans can't afford it." plug-shaped door swung back. "Alcohol," Miller said. "What kind?" Hudson nodded reluctantly. Three heads poked in: Gary, Alex, Gordon. And a "Anything would work, but since there will be people fourth: Sherrine. Sherrine said, "Four." "After we clean the tanks," Alex said. "What then?" working in that tank, we'll want ethanol so we don't poison them." There were four seats, two with control consoles, two "We have to get hydrogen. That's not hard, the without. There were tanks, and bracing struts, and pipeline's already in place, we just tap it off the main C.C. wrote it down on his list. oxygen lines. Hudson waved and pointed and lectured. pipeline into Mojave. We'll have to go turn it on, but the "We were set for up to a month in orbit. A lot of this valve's not guarded." could come out, because we don't need that much "How much alcohol?" Harry asked. oxygen. I could have got another couple of seats in. Of "Won't anyone notice?" Sherrine asked. course I don't have the seats, but that's no sweat. Glue "Gallons." in an exercise mat and two, pillows for knees and head, "Not for a couple of weeks," Gary said. "And by then that's all it would take. It's a matter of what cargo you're "Gallons." Harry shook his head. "All right. I'll see what I with any luck-—" willing to give up." can do." He grinned. "Going to be the first time I ever convinced LASFS that they ought to buy me enough to "Right," Miller said. "What happens after the hydrogen's "Four." Gordon scowled. "I should be reassured that it drink. God knows I've tried." flowing?" will not shrink by more yet." "How many people do we need?" C.C. Miller asked. "Compression," Hudson said. "We run the turbo Alex said, "After Chicago, after Titan, I wouldn't have "To clean the tanks, other stuff?" compressor and liquify the hydrogen. Takes about believed this much. Gordon, by God, we can get home three days. Make it four to be sure." again!" Page 144 of 166 "What about the LOX?" Harry asked. if we get unwanted company, but there's only one thing "Better than all right, Mary. Is the Commander there?" we could be doing with the IMU." "That takes about three days, too, but it's quieter," "I'm here, MacLeod. What's your situation?" Hudson said. "That takes a diesel engine. The "How long does it take to install?" hydrogen compressor is run by a jet engine." "Damned good, that's what my situation is," Alex said. Hudson shrugged. "Half an hour, but it's better if we "I feel like singing, that's what." "Jet engine," Sherrine said. "Aren't they noisy?" can run some tests. Four or five hours of tests after installation." "Are you drunk?" "A little," Hudson said. "Hell, a lot." "And then?" "No, sir, not drunk. Not on booze, anyway. "So we have to run a jet engine for three days," Miller Commander, we have a spacecraft." said. "Don't you think someone will notice?" "Launch," Gary said. "And I get to find out what free fall feels like." There was a long pause. "The transponder says you're in the Mojave Desert. Phoenix?" "I've thought about that for ten years," Hudson said. "I've got a cover story. This is a research facility as well "You're going then," Miller said. He made another note. as a museum. We'll say we're doing hydrogen energy "Yes, sir. Phoenix. We can-—Gary Hudson says we research. I can double-talk it. I've even got a grant "Hell yes I'm going," Gary said. "I've waited all my life. can lift off in about five days. With cargo. About two request to show around. It should work-—" Not to mention what they'll do to me for stealing my tons of cargo. Seeds, computer chips, vegetables, own ship. I'd take Annie, too, but she's in New York. minerals-—you name it, they seem to have found it for "And if it doesn't work, we're all dead," Alex said. Laid up for two weeks with a cracked ankle. Lousy us." timing." "Would it help if we had a high ranking Green space "Hudson. Gary Hudson. He's still alive?" cadet up here?" Miller asked. Makes sense." C.C. wrote rapidly. "So. There's you, and the two Angels. Say about seven hundred pounds. "Yes, sir, alive and in charge. You know him?" "Green space cadet? Contradiction in terms," Hudson How much more can we lift?" said. "I know about him." "Four thousand pounds," Gary said. C.C. Miller grinned. "That's what you think. OK, what Alex couldn't get any information from the tone of voice. comes after you make the fuel?" "Hah. One seat open, and still room for supplies." "Sir, he wants to come up with us. But wait until you hear what all we can bring with us. Look, I know "We need the IMU," Hudson said. "I know where it is." Alex shook his head. "Before you start filling those Hudson's a little old, and you don't want more crew, seats, you better let me talk to Commander Hopkins. but—" He's going to have something to say about that." "You're sure?" "That's funny," Hopkins said. "Yeah, I actually get along pretty good with some of the Air Force johnnies over at Dryden. They keep hoping "Sir?" we'll be able to take Phoenix up again. But, you know, "Big Daddy, this is Piranha. Big Daddy, this is Piranha." I'm not exactly a professional thief," Hudson said. "MacLeod, I'd far rather have Hudson than you; He's a "Somebody's got to break in and steal the IMU. I think "Da, Piranha, we relay you. Be standink by." ship designer. And that ship— Is Hudson there?' we do that last thing. I can double-talk the compressor "Yes, sir." "Alex! Are you all right?" Page 145 of 166 "Put him on." is flowing, but the unit's in place. I'd say it's just the way "No. I didn't know." Hudson explained it, we make the fuel, steal an IMU, Alex had set up the radio in Hudson's office. He and go. About five days." "It may be yours. It's not mine." motioned Hudson in and took off the headset. "He wants to talk to you. Commander, this is Gary Hudson. "All right," Hopkins said. "And meanwhile there's all that "Shut up. I've been sterile since the Lunar reactor Gary, Commander Lonny Hopkins." cargo." There was no video link but Alex could see flared. I was impotent for a while, too. Now I'm still Hopkins rubbing his hands together. "And the ship! The sterile, but I'm not impotent. And you will stay away "Hello, Commander." Hudson put on the headset. "Yes. ship!-—OK. Now for passengers. I'm told it seats four. I from Mary. I want to be sure of that. Bring your own Yes, sir, it's the old Phoenix, and I believe she'll work, don't have to tell you that we don't really need more woman, MacLeod." but it's going to be close. We'll get into an elliptical drones up here. Hudson's fine. Hudson's wonderful. orbit, but there's not enough fuel to rendezvous. You'll Gordon's people will be very pleased to get him back. "So I'm in." That's two. But then there's a problem." have to come get us." "Yes. Smile?" "Problem, sir? I'm all right, I won't have to do any EVA Alex listened for a moment, then felt useless. Maybe on this-—" they wouldn't want him to listen? I'd far rather have Sherrine considered that. "I'll come, of course. But you Hudson than you. It made sense, but it still hurt. He get to tell Bob." went out into the main engineering bay. The others "You might, but that's not the difficulty." Commander were grinning like crazy, but their faces fell when they Hopkins paused for a moment. "Major MacLeod, I'll "Sherrine, there's room for five, or six, or whoever we saw Alex's expression. come get you. But bring your own woman." have to take. It's a trade, passenger for cargo-—" "What did he say?" Gordon asked. "It is impossible "Sir." "Sure." after all?" "We understand each other, MacLeod. Shall I get Mary "We'll get him aboard. But without you, I don't go. And "Huh? No, as far as I know everything's fine. Last I in on this loop? I can, and I will if I have to." I'm on record, I could live with that. Would you live with heard they were talking details, but it didn't sound like me on the ground? Marry me?" anything was a showstopper." "MacLeod, I wouldn't risk the fuel for you. You know that, I know that, Mary knows that. But you're bringing "I'll come." "Then what is eating you?" Sherrine asked. "We're up treasure beyond price, and you'll have a new job up here! It's working!" Her expression didn't match her here, coordinating with our friends on the ground, "Why aren't we smiling?" words. She looked almost as down as Alex did. because, although you don't seem to have noticed it, I have: that ship can land and take off again. We can send it back down for more supplies." Sherrine lunged. Alex thought the impact would knock "It's-—" him backward, but she caught her mass and his, too. Son of a bitch, Alex thought. Of course it can. We were What muscles she had! And she felt so good. Why "Alex," Hudson called. "Your turn again." so concerned with getting up there-—" Yes. I see that." hadn't they been doing this ever since Flagstaff? And she buried her face in his throat and said, "It's, I "So someone will coordinate with the ground people. wanted, damn. Four seats. Would you have asked me You seem to understand them, and there's nothing else anyway?" "Yes, sir," Alex said. "Of course I can't tell without really inspecting the ship, but everything looks all right. Gary for you to do between flights, so it's you. Only I don't want you hanging around Mary while you do it. She's "When I got up the nerve." started the diesel compressor, and that works. We don't pregnant, you know." want to fire up the jet turbo expander until the hydrogen Page 146 of 166 "Time was getting damn short, Alex! How long would It had been like this in the days when the shuttle you have waited?" landed. Much larger crowds then, of course. Several square miles of Nature's own parking lot, with guides to Yeah. I'm going to have do something pretty quick or "Oh . . . just about thirty seconds too long, judging by set them in rows. Campers, tents, a line of huckster get off the pot. But when? By waiting she got license past performance. But it's all right, right? Lonny tent-booths selling food, drink, badges and patches, plates and photographs of conspirators: half a dozen Hopkins as Cupid." He pulled back to see her face. "It's photos and paintings, commemorative mugs and T- cars and trucks with a dozen people-—sensitive shirts. At night, little coal fires, music, sometimes a fannish faces on Thunder Ridge. not okay." whiff of marijuana; tiny parties and profound silences, while hundreds of thousands of people waited for But what good was this doing? Especially now. One "It's okay," Sherrine said. "I'm tougher than you think." dawn. call, and the Air Police would surround the place. Her chopper would come. Imagine the consternation when Everybody else always saw it first. Then there it was, she landed! nose pointed way down, the world's boxiest glider. CHAPTER NINETEEN You'd hear BooBoom, a double sonic boom from the So far there were no decisions to make. The nose and the awkward bulge at the tail. astronauts-—she was quite certain that was who they "Death Will Not Release You . . ." were-—had made no attempt to leave the base. Afterward the Air Force raked up their several square Everyone else could be identified and tracked down. miles of garbage and ran a roller over the black spots where fires had been, and it was as if the crowds had So what are you waiting for, dear? Lee Arteria had never been. Stakeout could be a peaceful, lazy, catch-up time. always liked the chase better than the kill; but this was Arteria hadn't done stakeout in years. She played a box different, very different. of cassettes from Books by Mail while she watched and Twenty to thirty of them, now; no more. No spacecraft waited. would be landing tomorrow. Were they singing? Did The motorcycle started, was coming down the hill now. they tell old stories? Lee Arteria the outsider, the Two people on it. The usual overweight bearded driver. watcher, watched and wondered what she was waiting Some science fiction was still approved. The box was No guitars. It was just dusk, not much light, and they for. labeled as "The Sheep Look Up" by John Brunner. were moving too fast for her to see the face of the rider, who was wearing a helmet anyway, but it clearly wasn't She had a perfect site, on a hill high above the old the thin older woman who usually rode back there. Rogers Dry Lake. Her binoculars and telescope camera lenses could see most of Thunder Ridge. Wheep! Wheep! Wheep! Captain Lee Arteria tore off There was a tool kit strapped to the luggage carrier. the fax sheet and spread it. The motorcycle reached the bottom of the hill, but Vehicles came: vans and campers, six to ten instead of turning north onto Rocket Site Road-—on passengers each. Numerous grocery bags went into her new, map it was labeled Ecology Ruin Drive-—the the concrete buildings. Nothing heavy. The tanker motorcycle turned west. That road led around Rogers trucks had vanished into a garage; they certainly hadn't WE'RE HERE AT GEORGE AFB. TWO SQUADS AIR Dry Lake and down to the south entrance of the base, come down the hill again. Vehicles came and went. POLICE, TWO PILOTS, YOUR HELICOPTER AND into the area still guarded by the Air Force. What in the Some stayed. world would they be doing there? They'd need papers- ME. STANDING BY FOR ORDERS. COLONEL MURPHY WANTS TO KNOW WHERE THE HELL — Lot of manpower there. What work would need all YOU ARE. I TOLD HIM YOU HAD A BIG CASE BUT those hands? Most of it must be going on in the I'D FIND OUT. When the road turned southwest, the motorcycle hangar. Meanwhile, a city of tents and campers was continued due west. It passed just under Arteria's hill going up on the desert. BILLINGS Page 147 of 166 and continued out across the dry lake. Curiouser arid A main hydrogen pipeline led down from the north, "I didn't drink one damn thing. Not one," Harry curiouser-— across Edwards, and on toward Los Angeles. Two blubbered. "Poor LASFS. Nothing to drink anymore. All smaller lines branched off at Edwards. One went from they had." . . . Night was falling fast now. Maybe this wasn't such a the valve building into Dryden. The other went around the dry lake and up to Thunder Ridge. good idea. What in hell can they be planning? "Drink, no," Fang said. "Woosh! But a man's got to breath. Doesn't he? Hee!" She got out her best night glasses. There was just * * * enough moonlight to let the big binoculars follow the "Anyway, I think that's enough for Harry," Hudson said. unlighted motorcycle across the lake-— "Slicker'n ary weasel," Harry said. "Got in, broke the "You, too, Fang. Who's next?" lock, turned on the valve, and epoxied the lock back so They stopped about a quarter of a mile from the fence, nobody'll notice even if they look." " 'How horrible! All that scotch!' Mad magazine, fifties," left the bike, and went on foot to the fence. Fang said. "When the oxygen comes in, we should breathe summa that. Hangover." "They can find the hole in the fence," C.C. Miller said. Not quite to the main fence. To a smaller fenced compound outside the main base. The two figures Bob Needleton said, "We did a pretty good job of "I'll take a turn," Jenny said. "I'm with Harry, though. huddled near the fence on the far side from the base. restoring the fence, too. It's like the lock, if they know to Distilling the alcohol off good scotch and bourbon is a No one was likely to see them-—no one not watching look they'll find it, but that's the only way. The real hanging offense." She took Fang's protective garments them in the first place, anyway. In a few minutes they question is, is the hydrogen coming through?" as he wrestled them off. "Cheer up, Harry. You've were inside the fence and alongside the corrugated never been so drunk, and the LASFS paid the bill." aluminum building. Either the door wasn't locked or "There's pressure," Hudson said. "We're bleeding out they were good at lockpicking, because it didn't stop air now, but if there's pressure, we'll have hydrogen by them for long. morning. OK. Well done. Tomorrow comes the real work." The noise began at noon, the high-pitched scream of a They went in. Arteria timed it: nine minutes and a jet engine. Arteria's camp was fully three miles from couple of seconds. Then they were out again, out the Thunder Ridge, but it was still noisy. She swept her door, pause to repair the fence, then out on the lake, binoculars over the area. The fans had clustered running to the bike. They walked it for half a mile, then around one of the big cylindrical tanks, had opened it Harry was weeping. "Shame," he said. "Goddam started it up and drove without lights. The desert wind up and gone inside two and three at a time. They came shame." He crawled out of the tank, painfully, like the covered the sound as they drove back up to Thunder out staggering. Now they had the tank sealed off and first fish that tried to conquer the land. He was wearing Ridge. they'd started the big jet engine on a stand next to the white coveralls, white socks, and a big white painter's hat. His face and beard were nearly covered by white other partially buried tank. Other fans were carrying Arteria got out her map of the base. It took a while to cloths, and he wore white gloves. He stood up in the things into the big hangar that housed the rocket Arteria find the area that the bandits had visited, but there it sunlight, leaning heavily on Jenny Trout, and had never seen. was: blubbered. "Goddam crying shame." There was other machinery running, too. A big diesel "How horrible. All that scotch." Fangs voice echoed like engine belched smoke on startup, and still put fumes a thousand metal ghosts. His head popped out of the into the air. That one seemed to be attached to the HYDROGEN PIPELINE VALVE CONTROL BUILDING opening, swathed in white like Harry's and smiling a larger of the two fuel cylinders. After a while the lines from the diesel began to smoke. goofy smile. "Liter . . . rary reference." "It's in a good cause," Hudson said. "Harry, you're supposed to clean that tank, not drink the solvent." Page 148 of 166 Not smoke. Condensation, even in this dry air. LOX! "We'll be watching," Jenny threatened. She pulled "Some fuggheaded Green Police," Hartwell said. They're making LOX, which would explain their working Harry into the blockhouse. "Yeah, but you can't judge us by them! Niven's law. No on the tank, cleaning it out. LOX, and hydrogen. cause is so noble that it won't attract fuggheads." "So damned close," Hudson said. "Another couple of Lee had never seen anyone liquefy gasses, but it was days-—" "Well-—yes," Hudson said. "But wouldn't expect you to believe that either." clear that's what they were doing. They must be entirely crazy-—like the Jonestown massacre, whole "Come and meet them." communities do go mad, and this little clump of "We're not all fools," Hartwell said. "Man, that noise madmen must think-—but why did they think they pollution is savage, and the smoke isn't much better. If "Oh, joy." could-— you can really justify this you'd better tell me, quick, "Meet them on their own territory. At their car. It's because someone is sure as hell going to notice." The anticipation grows, in the crew that waits below, in supposed to be reassuring," Miller said. the silent burst of stars before the dawn. *** The Green car pulled up and two men got out. C.C. Starfire! Starfire! We can know the promise of the stars Miller waved to one of them, a short man with a beard Just as well I didn't move, Captain Arteria thought. The ... Greens Cat there even faster than I'd have guessed. so black that it looked dyed. "Hello, Glen!" They'd have beat me in. Unless I stop it. I'm supposed to stop it. "Hello. This is official. Captain Hartwell, Green Police. Dan, this is C.C. Miller. That's Gary Hudson. He's in And now what? Call the helicopter, go down, and claim She was still watching when the Green Police car drove charge here." them. It's still an Air Force base. Wait . . . hell, now onto the base. who's come to join the party? She swung the binoculars to the point of a dust plume just starting up the hill. Hartwell was tall and thin. His look was grim as he More Greens? Oh, Lord, it's Earth First. *** stared at the let engine. "What is this?" he shouted. The car glowed iridescent green like a bottlefly. It Hudson indicated the office area. "It's quieter in there." wound up the side of the hill toward Thunder Ridge. He led them inside. With the door and windows closed Harry dove into his saddlebags and came up with a they could almost talk. Black letters on the car's iridescent green flank read pistol. Jenny produced one from her boot. REMEMBER THE GREAT ALASKA OIL SPILL! "All right," Hartwell said. "What's going on?" "No, dammit," C.C. Miller said. "Put the damn hardware "They should change that bumper sticker," Sherrine away." He had to shout, almost to scream, to be heard said to C.C. "You knew one of them." "Hydrogen economy experiments," Hudson said. over the sound of the compressor. "We're liquefying hydrogen and oxygen. Then well burn C.C. said, "Glen's ours, roughly speaking-—" And then them. If we can increase the efficiency of hydrogen "They're police!" Harry said. Glen Bailey had nearly reached them. C.C. yelled burning by ten percent, we can save enormous above the jet roar, "Where's your friend, Glen?" amounts of energy. Just enormous. And with the C.C. was bobbing and weaving to stay out of the line of winters getting longer, and everything colder-—" Harry's weaving revolver. Harry hungover wasn't much "Hudson's still lecturing Hartwell. Some fur haters better than Harry drunk. "Harry, we don't have time. "You mean the glaciers coming," Hartwell said. called in a violation in the Mojave, so I grabbed him and Shut up and get yourselves under cover! We'll fix it!" came. Hartwell was never in fandom, he just used to read the stuff, so I've got no strings on him, but he kind "Well, yes, but I wasn't sure you guys believed in of caught the bug. He'd wipe out all the polluting them," Hudson said. "I've talked to some-—" Page 149 of 166 factorties if we have to, but he'd rather put them in orbit "Enough, Glen," C.C. said. "Did you get enough from The kids had moved closer to the compressors. The and on the moon where they can't hurt anything and Gary? Can you talk to Earth First about hydrogen noise was horrendous, and the girl had put her hands turn the Earth into a park like the good guys wanted to experiments?" over her ears as she stared at the spinning jet turbine. do in Spirals and-—" Sherrine watched as the girl moved around toward the front of the engine. The anger area was clearly marked "Yeah, have some faith, Cissy, I'll have them dying to off with a low rope barrier, but it would be easy to step C.C. held, up both hands. "Okay, okay. Sherrine, what put their support behind-—" over it. "Hey!" Sherrine screamed and ran toward the were you-—" girl. "Stop!" The screen over the jet intake would keep "Yeah, good, good." Then they all ducked as the Earth out birds, but it might not be strong enough to hold a "The bumper sticker," she said. First van pulled up in a wave of dust. one-hundred-pound girl. Talk about mixed emotions! Sherrine thought. "So?" *** The boy had moved closer to the exhaust, and now "It looks . . . All right, the Great Alaska Oil Spill. I was in A boy and a girl, both tall and lean and dark-haired and stood with his nose wrinkled as he held his hands over grade school," Sherrine said. "I remember my father well under twenty, spilled out of the van and pointed his ears. Eager to be offended. When he saw Hudson shouting at the television and cutting his Exxon credit and jabbered. Noise! Smoke! See? See? Three and the others gather near the police van, he got the card into strips. He shouted in my face about greed and uniformed Earth First cops, two women and a man, girl and led her over. Good. They did not need an profit. The Sound was going to be polluted for years. followed them out more slowly. Glen walked up to join injured civilian. So the next summer I asked him why the TV people them. didn't go back to Alaska and show people how polluted An Earth First cop talked while Glen smiled and it still was. Daddy gave me a funny look and never Sherrine said, "Those kids must be the ones who nodded. mentioned it again. The Greatest Oil Spill in History, turned us in." and it wasn't worth a one-year"later follow-up." Sherrine strolled up; but what would she say? How do "Sherrine, I don't want to be recognized, but one of us you talk about hydrogen? The ashes are water vapor, Glen was still looking at her. She said, "Then Saddam should be there," C.C. said. "We don't want them utterly pollution free, and what else is there? Now Glen Hussein covered the Persian Gulf with oil and made it thinking Glen's a flake." was talking again. "So, Michael. You were on your way all moot. So our bumper sticker looks fairly silly, doesn't from Las Vegas to L.A. for a, what, a demonstration?" it, Inspector? And in ten minutes an Earth First police "Perish the thought!" van is going to be up here and on our asses-—" "Yeah, outside the premiere," the tall boy said. "Anyone "It's not like that. He's bright, but there's a glitch in his wearing fur, she'll at least know what we think of her! C.C. was shaking his head and smiling while Inspector programming. Too much LDS in the sixties, like Mister The rest of us went on in the other car, but Barb and I Bailey said, "You don't get it. Hussein doesn't listen. I Spock." Sherrine laughed, but C.C. went on earnestly. thought we'd better report what we saw Jeez, you can mean he's dead, of course, but he didn't listen any "He can't stop talking by himself. He has to be smell it, the filth they're putting in the air-—" better when he was alive, let alone to infidels from stopped." Satan's own United States. Why would anyone be "Kid," said the male Earth First cop, "have you noticed yodeling in Iraq's ear when they don't listen? Glen talked. The Earth Firsters nodded. The boy and it's getting chilly lately?" Corporations listen. McDonald's switched from paper to girl listened, ready to offer what they knew. plastic even when it would hurt the environment, because the Greens told them to. Remember the "Sure, the Ice is coming." The boy named Michael Hudson and Hartwell came out of Hudson's office and looked elaborately around him at the heat of the desert. boycotts against South Africa? The Soviets made them sauntered toward the Earth First van. look like choirboys by any civilized standard, but they "Okay, I've seen them on TV, the glaciers, but they just didn't fucking listen, so what would be the point don't affect the principle, they don't affect the blood in—" spilled. Wearing fur was murder when the goddam Page 150 of 166 scientists were still whimpering about global warming, were sexist. Let's see what leather-clad bikers do when habitats! There had been a lot of stuff, boxes, paper and it's still murder today!" Michael and Barb spit on their jackets. Sherrine was bags, at least one cooler. Course programming: they trying to swallow a grin . . . and Earth First turned to must have that solved. Copies of the programs stored "I don't question that, but it seems to me," Glen said to face Hudson and Hartwell with evident relief. away. So. What else would they need to launch? the speaker, "that all of your targets are women. Isn't that sexist? I mean, men wear fur, too, not often, but-— * * * Lee Arteria smiled. Yes! " Nobody seemed to be under arrest. Just a shouting An Earth First policewoman said, "He has a point, kid. match. Lee Arteria still didn't see that her presence Sexism is politically incorrect, too. I think you need to could swing events one way or another. BILLINGS, TELL COLONEL MURPHY THAT WE'RE target an equal number of fur-wearing males." ABOUT She watched the Earth First cops begin a search. Now Barb was glaring at Michael. The boy said, "Uh . . Hudson would have his papers in order, of course TO MAKE THE MOST IMPORTANT ARREST OF THE ." assuming the cops even recognized the spacecraft. DECADE. Presently they drifted back. Still the desert roared and "And why just fur?" said Glen. "Leather is the skin of a black smoke drifted, and still there were no arrests. BOTH SPACEMEN PLUS THE WHOLE NETWORK dead animal, too!" THAT SMUGGLED THEM ACROSS THE COUNTRY. Now the cops got back into their van; the teens argued, USAF AND OSI WILL GET EVERY BIT OF THE Earth First glanced down at their boots. So did both of then got in, too. The van drove off. Minutes later, the CREDIT. the kids. Sherrine hadn't had to say anything at all. Green car followed. Glen let them argue-—fur versus leather, wild free TELL HIM TO HANG ON FOR THREE MORE DAYS beasts versus beasts held prisoner until their deaths, How the hell did they work that? AND WE'RE SET. THIS WILL GET HIM A hide and meat versus fur alone. The teens' respect for BRIGADIER'S STARS. NOT TO MENTION uniforms was fading. The cops were getting angry. And where did it leave Captain Lee Arteria? PROMOTIONS FOR YOU AND ME. Glen said, "What we could do is, we should station Sanity check: they were still liquefying hydrogen and ARTERIA teams outside biker bars and throw dye on leather-clad oxygen. They had come to see Phoenix . . . possibly men as they come out." they'd had contingency plans, but they'd come to see *** Phoenix first, and what they saw must have looked like The jet motor roared in a sudden silence. a working spacecraft. Crazy amateurs . . . but they had They only turned on the lights in the hangar when they Gary Hudson to tell them whether Phoenix was in any had to, and never at night. The lighted windows must "That would be more correct," the girl called Barb way crippled, and they'd judged Hudson sane. be visible for tens of miles. It was near dusk, and the bellowed. "We'd include men as well as women. And it daylight through the windows was dimming, but Harry would show that we care as deeply about homely cows They were planning to launch. Czescu and Bob Needleton continued to move cargo. and other leather-producing animals as we care about "Sarge" Workman helped for awhile, but he was the cute, furry rabbits and minks." They were still gathering. The grandest gathering of only jet mechanic they had, and they needed him to pro-technology buffs ever to pour jet-engine roar and keep the turbo expander working properly. Gordon Michael said, "Barb-—" hot kerosene exhaust into clean desert air was still joined them, got tired and quit. gathering. Fuel and oxydizer, the stranded dipper pilots Oh, that would be fun, Sherrine thought. Glen was as passengers, maybe Hudson himself as pilot . . . Nothing was large, nothing was heavy. They climbed right: the attacks on fur-bearing upper-class women what else did they need? Cargo? That's what the fans about within the cabin space, tethering everything with were up to, all that weird stuff! Cargo for the space Page 151 of 166 lightweight nylon cord. Heavier stuff on the bottom, oxygen comes almost free from lunar rock. Did anyone 'Well, it's true. Sherrine doesn't go, the Station then sturdy metal cages. Guinea pigs and guinea hens think of sending lamp black?" Commander says he won't pick me up. Maybe you can and rabbits expressed anxiety in their diverse fashions. live with that, but I won't volunteer to stay. I won't." C.C. ran his eyes down the list. "I don't think so. I'll see Bob looked at Sherrine. "All right-—" "Make sure you don't cover up the front of the cage," what we can get when. How badly do you want these Bob said. They need air." metals? And the honeycomb blocks? They re heavy." "He already told me." "Teach your grandmother to suck eggs . . ." "It's not really my department, C.C." "I didn't ask, Sherry. But why not six? Gordon's got a A net would cover everything once it was all in place. "Alex, you and Gordon are the only ones who can woman, too. What are we going to give up for Barbara? make these choices. And five passengers . . . Where Dammit, where the hell is Gordon?" The paper in the cages would come out just before they closed up the Phoenix. Or maybe not. The cages stank, the hell is Gordon?" but after all, organics were organics . . . Two voices echoed oddly, as if the entire hangar space Alex waved toward the shadows where he had seen had answered-——" Another load in place. Back out, and down to ground Gordon with Jenny Trout. "I told him we needed him, but-—" level. Harry lit a cigarette. He was just about the only one on Thunder Ridge who smoked. He took two puffs and inched off the end, put the butt back in the Bob Needleton said, "I confess I do not see why the "Wanted fan on Chthon and Sparta and the Hub's ten package. "OK, do we want to glue the mat in now? Or fifth wheel has to be me." His ears and nose were million stars, wait?" noticeably pink. Wanted fan for singing silly in a thousand spaceport Bob didn't answer. Alex said, "Gordon. Sherrine. Hudson. Me. You. Shall I bars. take the exercise mat?" "Lighten up, Pins. Nobody thinks-—" Harry looked up. If it's what we really want, we'll build a starship when "Hi, Sherry, C.C. Alex, they brought you an exercise Bob was having trouble pulling the words out. "We we can; mat." pulled you off the Ice. The rest are gone. There's only me and Sherrine left-—" If I could just make orbit then I'd be a wanted fan." "Hi, Harry." C.C. rubbed his hands together briskly. "Okay. What can we give up? Alex, those mice are Alex said, "Hold it." gengineered to produce juvenile growth hormones. That'd let the Angels grow their bones back, right?" "Hold it, my foot. You and Sherrine have been-—" "Enough of this," Alex said. "Excuse me." He walked toward were Jenny and Gordon were leafing through "That's what I'm told," Alex said. "You wanted to know, Bob. Sherrine had the right to notes, nodding, singing: know. Sherrine has to go into space because I slept "You need the seeds a lot, the guinea pigs and guinea with the Commander's wife." hens and rabbits not as much. The diet supplements, of course. No bull semen, to bowdlerize a phrase. Needleton gaped, then, grinned. "We-ell. That's a "Wanted fan for building spacecraft, wanted fan Sausage packed in dry ice?" better story than I expected." for dipping air, "Sausage, no. Eat it before we take off, if it's that good and won't keep. Dry ice, hell no. Carbon we want, but Page 152 of 166 Sending microwave transmissions, building catcher. So you don't have to come, but why don't you Hudson laid out a map of the Dryden Research Center come anyway? Please?" portion of Edwards Air Force Base and pointed to a building. "In there. Room G-44. There are three security habitats up there. containers in the room, and the IMU is in the lowest Sherrine smiled. "Okay." drawer of the middle one." Oh the glacier caught us last time; next time "Stop toying with my affections and give me a straight "And you're sure?" Bob Needleton asked. answer." we'll try to land! "I'll come if I have to sit in your lap. Now we need to "Yes, of course I'm sure. Actually, there are five of the And when Ice is conquered, it will be by wanted finish loading. Alex, didn't you say you didn't want the damned things, but that's where they keep one of them, the one that's been tested most recently." plastic corn?" fans!" "Yeah. I appreciate the work that went into getting it, "And when was that?" Sherrine asked. but we don't need plastic that much and we've got "About a year-—no, more like two years. Twenty better use for the soil, and it doesn't even breed!" Jenny said "Gordon, that's nice. A little premature, months ago. Major Beeson brought it over and we ran maybe, hi, Alex, even a little overoptimistic-—" "Well, it was here. Some dedicated fan sneaked it tests on the whole Phoenix electronics system. Worked like a charm, too. Then they took the IMU back, packed aboard." "Hi, Jenny. Gordon, we're deciding your fate while you it in foam, and put it in the safe." play. This is how you came here in the first place, "Damn. We'd better find it before it gets buried." remember?" "And it hasn't been moved since?" C.C. Miller asked. "And this is why I stay," Gordon said. "That verse I They climbed the scaffold. Sherrine asked, "How do "Not that I know of," Hudson said. "And why would it? wrote for you, Alex. And when the stars are conquered, you make love in free fall?" Its where it stayed between tests last time." it will be by wanted fans!" Alex laughed. "Superbly. It takes a tether." "When's the next test?" Needleton asked. Alex became aware that the others had followed him. They eeled into the cabin. "Look inside things," He said, "Gordon?" "Maybe never. Beeson was transferred. There's a Sherrine said. civilian named Feeley in charge of technology studies "I am stilyagin, Alex. Nothing has changed. But there is at Dryden now." room for poets here, and novelists, and I can always "Yeah. Sherrine, this could be your last chance to make catch the next flight with Hudson's wife. My voice is love in a gravity field." "Feeley?" needed here. I stay. Four seats, four passengers. Tell my family I kiss them from below. No, let me word that "Mmm." "Yeah, the troops call him Touchy Feeley, of course. again," he said, while Sherrine and Bob and Gary He's a Green." Hudson looked at each other. "Wait, now-—" "We could even find a, what did we call those things, they were soft and you spread a sheet over them-—" "And brain dead, I suppose," Miller said. Sherrine took Alex's arm and led him into the shadows. You're kidding, right? Bed." She said, "Do you see what I see?" "He's not brain dead, he's soul dead. Everything's kept "Bed." in order, though, all the lab tools put away every day, "Oh, sure. If the Phoenix went up missing me and all the reports filed on time." Gordon, it'd be a disaster. Lonny couldn't be voted dog * * * Page 153 of 166 "Hell of a way to run a lab," Needleton said. "But I The Hydrogen Valve building had its own fence, but "Not me. Yep." He took out a smaller box that had been nested in foam packing. "And here we are. One IMU-— suppose it's as well. Makes it likely your IMU will be there was a gate from that area into the main Dryden right where it belongs." He studied the map. "Harry, it compound. Harry inspected the gate and its lock, then " looks like we can go in from the hydrogen valve whispered, "Damn good lock. It might be easier to cut a compound. Get inside there, and then open a new hole hole in the fence, but that'll be more noticeable when The room lights came on. into the main base. Fang, you've been watching the there's light. What should I do?" base, did you ever see patrols at night?" "Harry, damn you-—" Needleton shouted. "Whatever's quickest. By the time there's light everyone "Nothing," Fang said. "Guards at the gates, some in the country will know." Bob took out his wire cutters "Me?" people in the operations building, some night crew at and started in. the flight line. Nothing else." "Hello-o!" "Not much to guard anymore," Hudson said. "One time, They turned. An Air Force captain in combat fatigues they had the hottest airplanes and pilots in the world Room G-44 was in a temporary building constructed in stood at the door. The captain's submachine gun didn't here. Spaceships, too. Now-—" the glory days of the 1950s. Like the engineering room quite point at either Harry or Needleton. on Thunder Ridge, it had space for far more desks and "Yeah," Needleton said. "OK, Harry, I guess we're set. drawing boards than it held. Even so, many of the "Oh, shit," Harry said. Let's do it." desks seemed unused. "Now what?" Needleton said. He eyed the distance to A bank of three security cabinets stood against one the gun. There were two desks in the way. He glanced wall. Harry went over and rubbed his hands in at Harry, who nodded slightly. They laid the bike on its side next to a mesquite bush anticipation. "The middle one," he said. He and walked the rest of the way to the fence. The ostentatiously took out a nail file and began to rub it "Death will not release you," the captain intoned. The twisties holding the fence together hadn't been over his fingertips. "No sandpaper-—" submachine gun was pointing straight at Harry's navel. disturbed in the three days since they'd broken in to start the flow of hydrogen. Thunder Ridge was fifteen "Harry, damn it, get on with it," Needleton whispered. miles away, and the sounds of the compressor and "Right." Harry opened the tool kit and took out a drill, turbo expander were lost in the howl of the desert wind. pliers, crowbar. "Well-—here goes-—but you know, just in case-—" CHAPTER TWENTY "Damn moon," Harry muttered. "I like moonlight, but there's too damn much of it." "What?" A Fire in the Sky Nearly full, Bob Needleton thought. Harry pulled on the drawer. It opened. By God! Ten hours! Dawn tomorrow, and I'm up and "Like I said, just in case. And there's your gizmo, I Jenny Trout stared down the road. "Where the hell are out of here, off this Earth. If my heart doesn't pound so think." He lifted' out a plastic box and set it on the desk. they?" "Let's see-—" damn hard it wakes up the guards . . . Sherrine would be going, too, but not the way he'd thought. Oh, well. I "Maybe the lock was tougher than Harry thought," get the best consolation prize there is. Free trip, too. "Harry, be careful, don't drop it-—" Sherrine said. Four seats, and one's mine! Page 154 of 166 "It wouldn't be the lock," Jenny said. "Harry's good with The car was a small gray sedan, totally inconspicuous "She's a LASFS member," Miller said. locks. I'm sure glad Bob went along. Where the hell are if you didn't notice that it had six antennas. It pulled up they?" in the pool of light in front of the office, and Bob "Or was," Bob Needleton said. Needleton got out on the driver's side. He was moving "There's something coming." A light, a long way away. slowly, carefully. Harry got out of the passenger's side, Lee Arteria said, "Nobody leaves the LASFS. Death did moving e same way, as if they were underwater. Fantastic, how far you could see out here. not release me, nor fafiation. It took me a while to figure that out." "What the hell is going on?" Gary Hudson demanded. "Two lights! It's a car!" Jenny shouted. "Get Hudson." Somebody slid out of the back seat, lithe and quick like "Which is all very well, but where is the IMU?" Hudson a striking shark. "Jenny, for God's sake put that gun away!" Sherrine said. said. "Gary!" Bob Needleton said, carefully, "Gary Hudson, this is "I have it here." Arteria handed across a box. She held Captain, Lee Arteria, U.S.A.F. Office of Special C.C. Miller came running out of the office. "Jenny, for her weapon like a prosthetic attachment. Hudson took Investigations." God's sake, shooting people isn't the answer to the box while trying to evade the machine gun's snout. everything!" "Oh, shit-——" "And you better get it installed fast." Arteria glanced at "Cissy, sometimes it is!" her watch. "It's twenty-three forty-two now. By oh-eight- "Death will not release you." Captain Arteria's voice hundred, oh-eight-thirty tops, this place will be crawling "Not this time," Gary Hudson said. "Look, if you start a carried even over the roar of the let engine. Headlights with police. OSI, blues, Greens, Army, Immigration firefight there'll be a hundred Air Police up here long glowed on the intruder's blue uniform and compact agents, Post Office inspectors for all I know." machine gun and sharp white smile. The Air Police before any possible launch window." He stared moodily captain moved like a man in free fall, Alex thought. Like at the approaching headlights. "Whatever we do, it has "Yes. OK." Gary Hudson held the box gingerly, like a Steve Mews. Strong and dangerous. to be done quietly." hot potato. Small wonder, Alex thought, considering what-—who-—had come attached to it. "Okay. And, Harry Czescu and Bob Needleton had stopped moving. Alex, you'd better tell Jenny to stand down." "Oh. Okay." Jenny put the gun back in her boot. The night seemed to wait. C.C. cleared his throat and said, "Even if you die." Alex went. Miller edged closer to Fang and spoke in a low urgent voice. "Stay with her, just in case." "Pay your dues! Pay your dues!" Was that a man's The hangar was larger from inside than it had looked from across the ride. Phoenix stood proudly, "We can't just give up now!" voice or a woman's? enshrouded by scaffolds now. They turned on all the lights. That was safer than using flashlights. Furtive "No, and we won't," Miller said. "But there're more ways "Lee Arteria?" lights might be investigated immediately. Working lights to futter a cat than just to stuff its head in a sea boot." could wait until morning. "Right. You're . . . Miller? C.C. Miller. Director of the "Eh?" LASFS. "God, it's beautiful," Lee said. "Ted Sturgeon's other law. Just go wait with Jenny." "Chairman now," Miller said. "Not as beautiful as when she flies," Hudson said. Gary Hudson demanded, "Will someone please tell me- "It really will work, then." —" Page 155 of 166 Hudson gave her a sour look. "I don't want to seem *** Moorkith grimaced. "Colonel, I am ordering you: find ungrateful, but you're about the hundredth person to her. I want to know where Captain Lee Arteria is." ask that. Yes, Phoenix is ready. More precisely, I'm Jheri Moorkith was trying to be polite. After all, this was enough convinced that it will work that I'm going up with an Air Force Base, and he was talking to Air Force "Why?" Murphy demanded. it." officers. It wasn't easy, though. "Because I think she has gone over. Find Arteria, and Hudson took the IMU and climbed up into the well "Dammit, she lied to me," Moorkith said. we'll know exactly where those astronauts and their above one of the landing legs. The opening was barely fannish friends are. I'm sure of it. So find her!" large enough to admit him. A few moments later he "How?" Lieutenant Billings asked. came out far enough to take a wrench out of his pocket, *** then climbed back in. Finally he emerged with a big "She said that message on the sermon board, 'Sermon grin. by Nehemiah Scudder,' would lure them in." Wheep! Wheep! "All's well?" Lee Arteria asked. "And it didn't. What makes you think they went Lee tore off the fax sheet, read it and handed it to C.C. anywhere near your church?" Colonel Murphy Miller. Hudson grinned wider. "Yeah. Now let's check things demanded. out." He led the way up the ladder. "We know they went through Denver, and they crossed The cabin was crowded. The only empty spaces were the California border at Needles four days ago. Four BOSS IT'S GETTING STICKY. MOORKITH IS HERE the four seats, which could just be reached from above. days! And you've known it all this time, and didn't tell WITH FULL AUTHORITY FROM THE NATIONAL Chickens protested the disturbance when Hudson me!" SECURITY COUNCIL TO TAKE CHARGE. THE turned on the lights. Lee watched from the hatchway as CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY PATROL TOLD HIM TWO Hudson wormed into the command chair and pulled the "I sent you a memo," Billings said. MILKHEIM TRUCKS CROSSED THE BORDER AT panel toward him. He threw switches. Lights blinked NEEDLES FOUR DAYS AGO. MOORKITH IS UPSET. yellow, then green, and the readout screen came alive. "Through channels," Moorkith said through his teeth. MOORKITH IS VERY UPSET. MOORKITH IS Hudson typed furiously at the keyboard. "Yeah, and we all know how that game is played. All FURIOUS. HE'S SCREAMING AT COLONEL right, but it's played out now. I have a directive here MURPHY. THE COLONEL IS SCREAMING AT ME. "Hot damn," he announced. from the National Security Council putting me in charge of finding these enemies. Do you acknowledge my DIRECT ORDER FROM COLONEL MURPHY: "All's well?" Lee asked. authority?' CAPTAIN ARTERIA, YOU WILL REPORT YOUR LOCATION AND CIRCUMSTANCES IMMEDIATELY. "Like a charm." He typed more commands. "There. I've MURPHY. Murphy braced. "Yes, sir." He didn't pretend to like it. got it in a test loop, but I don't expect any problems." COLONEL MURPHY SAYS I HAVE ONE HOUR TO "Good. Where is Captain Arteria?" "And you can launch when?" Lee asked. FIND OUT WHERE YOU ARE AND GET A FULL REPORT AND THEN HE'S SENDING THE AP'S "We don't know exactly," Billings said. "She's "In about ten minutes, or at oh-six-forty. We won't be LOOKING FOR YOU. communicating through the Mount Emma relay station. ready in ten minutes." That serves the entire Mojave Desert. She could be anywhere out there, but for all I know she's here in HE SAYS THAT BUT I THINK HE SENT THEM OUT "Six and a half hours," Lee said. Victorville. This is where she told me to wait for orders." ALREADY. Page 156 of 166 I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING sergeant where you left the trucks. Get away from there thrust out mutinously. "If I give up my seat it'll be to BECAUSE ITS GETTING HOTTER THAN HELL fast. Keep going on north to wherever you want to hide. something that's needed up there. What are you AROUND HERE. Meanwhile, I've got the Air Police watching Cajon Pass doing?" to San Bernardino. About the time they get that covered, they'll get the tip about the trucks in Taft. Go BILLINGS Arteria was opening zippers. She was wearing lots of on, move! This ought to buy us a few hours." zippers. She said, "I've done too much to cover for you. I go up, or I go to Leavenworth. I caught you people! Hudson nodded warily. Fair and square, and then I covered for you." Miller read it, then handed it to Bob Needleton. They all stood in a group around Lee's car, reading in the light C.C. said, "Sarge, Mark, a truck each. Bjo, you've got a "So you have to go underground. So do most of us. hydrogen car? Fuel up and follow them and keep You can hide as easy as me. Easier. You know more from the office windows behind them. moving. Sarge, you're in charge." about how to do it." "That does look sticky," Bob Needleton said. "Right." "Not good enough," she said. "You can't stop me." "It is sticky," Lee said. "Up to now I might just get away Lee Arteria stood up briskly, The gun had never left her "I can try. Maybe I can kill you before you summon with saying you overpowered me. I'd look like an idiot side. "Now as to my price." help, maybe I can't." letting you and Harry get my piece away from me after the way you telegraphed your moves, but I could talk my way out of a court martial. Now I have direct orders "So what's your price?" There was something in Bob "I don't have to summon anyone. If I don't report in, to tell my colonel where I am and what I'm doing. That's Needleton's voice that said he already knew. What had they'll know where to look." not a game anymore. That's Leavenworth." passed between them in the car on the way here? "I don't believe you-—" "So what will you do?" Miller asked.' "I'm going up," Lee Arteria said. Arteria laughed softly. She was moving toward him She looked around at their faces as they stood in a Hudson shook his head emphatically. "We don't have while dropping things: the submachine gun. Her leather circle around her car. At the desert beyond. Then at the time to repack. It's packed for four and we're only six jacket. A holdout gun from one boot, a knife from the open door to the hangar. She could just see the base of hours from liftoff-—" other, then the boots. Handcuffs, the fancy pin in her Phoenix. hat. Bob Needleton watched in horror, retreating, and nobody else moved. "Your seat, Pins." She still held the submachine gun. She stood for another moment, then got into the car, laid down the Needleton said, "Captain, I never said I wasn't going." "Maybe it's a bluff. Maybe you, couldn't alert your machine pistol, and began to type furiously at her fax squad because you waited too long." Bob's threat might machine. "I heard what you told me, coming here. You're staying have been more effective if he weren't backing up to teach, you're staying to fight, you're giving up and toward the Operations Planning Room. Harry looked at Miller. They both looked at Hudson. leaving, you're not sure what you'll do up there, you'll Hudson shrugged. be locked in a can with the woman who kicked you out "Every cop on Earth knows my face." Handcuffs, a and the man who took her. You're in a quantum state, mace delivery system, a horrifying armory. And her pants. Blouse. "They're all going to think . . . know I Arteria got out again and retrieved her weapon. "There. Pins. Well, I'm flipping you over." betrayed them." Take the big tank trucks to the oil fields at Taft and abandon them. Have somebody follow in a car to take Arteria was moving forward; Bob Needleton was the drivers, then call this number and tell the duty backing up. He didn't seem to be aware of it. His jaw Page 157 of 166 Everyone looked at each other. "She's still-—" "She's She looked quite dangerous, Alex thought. She had "Who do you need here for the launch?" Miller asked. with Needleton-—" muscles . . . smoother than Steve's, but powerfully differentiated. She looked to Alex like an alien life form, "Once we get the roof opened, no one. We'll open that and more female every second. in half an hour, then you people scatter, and I mean "It would help to know her weight," Hudson said. scatter. Get off the base and take off in all directions. "Harry, go ask." Arteria was almost nose to nose with Bob Needleton. Can anybody go straight north across the desert?" He'd backed up against a flat surface. She wasn't "Well, all right-—" Harry walked across the square from wearing anything at all now. She said, "What about a "We can," Harry said. "But maybe Jenny and I ought to the hangar to the engineering building, and stood on woman of childbearing age?" stay. Stand guard." the porch outside the closed door to the Operations Planning Room. "Okay," Bob said, "you're a woman." "And do what? Not that I need to ask," Hudson said, as Jenny reached toward her boot. "Look: just now I won't He stood there a while, then came back. "Actually, you won't be very far off if you say a hundred and fifty "Open the door," she said. be wanted for anything but stealing my own spaceship. I can land in a foreign country and the lawyers can take pounds." "Door?" Needleton became aware of the flat surface care of it. Kill somebody and they'll have extradition behind him. He found a doorknob and turned it and warrants out everywhere we can land! Not to mention that a bunch of Air Force johnnies who right now backed through. sympathize will be gunning for me. I have to come back Gary Hudson activated the speaker system. It wouldn't to Earth to get Annie! No, thanks, Harry." Lee Arteria said, "I'll be taking your seed with me." matter now, voices wouldn't add to the noise of the turbo expander. "MINUS EIGHTY MINUTES AND "No last stand?" Jenny said. COUNTING," the computer said. Damn, it feels good to "I don't, uh-—" hear that again! "No." "I didn't ask." The door to the Operations Planning Room opened, "Imagine my relief," Harry said. "Look, we'll be going and Lee Arteria came out wearing the silk kimono that Slam. out last, right? I'll take a coil of that stainless steel wire Hudson kept in the shower in his office suite. "Yours, and close off the gates. We can drop broken glass on Hudson? I like your taste," she said. "But someone Gordon was smiling broadly. "Wonderful! Just like the road up, too." seems to have moved my clothes." 'God's Little Acre.' " "Well, that's all right," Hudson said. "But nobody gets "Next room. You won't need all the weapons, you "Shouldn't we be trying to rescue him?" Sherrine looked hurt!" know." at the stunned faces around her. "Except maybe us," Jenny said. "I don't need any, do I?" *** "If that's what it takes to get this ship up-—" Hudson frowned. "Not by me. But I haven't told them Hudson climbed out of Phoenix and gathered the upstairs about the change in the passenger list. Not too others around him at the ship's base. "Yeah, Harry," Jenny said. She put the pistol back in late to rethink it." her boot. "Where's that wire?" "All right," he said. "It's set. We launch at oh-six-forty- "Nothing to rethink. This career's over." four on the dot. Commander Hopkins has the "Now. One more thing," Hudson asked. "Where's rendezvous set. He'll go when we report success." Arteria?" Page 158 of 166 "So you run away. What do you think you'll do up "I want you to think! What could have persuaded her to "There's a rocket ship in Phoenix?" there?" help the Angels? She must know they'd be caught." *** She shook her head. "I'm not useless you know. I have Lieutenant Billings had been listening quietly. Now he an engineering degree. Air Force ROTC. I wanted to drew in his breath sharply. "MINUS FIFTY MINUTES AND COUNTING. TAKE work in the space program. I g of my commission, but YOUR LAUNCH STATIONS. CLEAR THE BASE they didn't need engineers, and they did need police Moorkith looked at him. "Well, Lieutenant?" AREA. CLEAR THE BASE AREA." investigators. I was good at that, but I can learn anything." She smiled slightly, a thin, wistful smile. "I "Nothing, sir. Just a thought." Bob Needleton was buttoning his shirt as he came out can make babies. My biological clock is going tick, tick, of the Ops Planning Room. Everyone carefully looked brrinnggg!" away as he came out onto the porch. "Where is she?" "Out with it," Moorkith said. he asked. "OK, you convinced me. I gather you already convinced Billings shook his head. "Sir, it was nothing-—" Dr. Needleton." "Getting aboard," Harry said. "Uh-—you're not going to make trouble?" "Tell us," Colonel Murphy said. "Let's say he's no longer objecting." "Huh? No. She goes. I'll be staying here to fight the "Maybe they won't get caught, sir." *** danelaw." "All right, the hour's up. Where is she?" Moorkith Murphy frowned. "Billings, there's no way! There's no He went down to the Phoenix hangar. The roof was place in this country, on this continent-—oh. demanded. open now, open to the stars burning brightly in the high desert. The moon was just going down, and there was "What in hell are you talking about, Colonel?" Moorkith the faintest tinge of dawn to the east, but straight above Colonel Murphy looked embarrassed. "She ordered the helicopter to meet her at an area above Cajon Pass, demanded. was cold and dark and clear. but the place was empty when they got there. We're "Nothing, sir." searching the area." Sherrine and Arteria were climbing up the scaffolding. Hudson and Alex stood at the top, sixty feet above. "God damn you people! You know something, you "Searching the area." know something-—" He stopped and looked thoughtful. "Go with God," Gordon shouted. "Yes, Mr. Moorkith. She may be hurt, or taken "So. Not on this continent. Not on this planet, right? They have a way to get back to orbit, don't they? What prisoner." "Yo!" is it? Where?" "I don't believe one word of that," Moorkith said. "And Bob Needleton waved. "Good-bye, Sherrine. Captain neither do you. She's gone over. Helping them! That's "No place," Murphy said. "It's silly." Arteria . . . Lee. Name them after the kids in Doc what's happened. Now, Colonel, unless you want to Smith's Children of the Lens. Guys, I'm hungry." explain all this to the Secretary of Defense, you will "Silly or not, Colonel, this is a direct order from me acting with the authority of the National Security cooperate with me." "There's food left over," Harry said. "Look we've all got Council: how might they get those Angels back into our escape assignments. You're to go in Lee's car. orbit?" "What do you want me to do?" They thought that would be appropriate. If you're-— Sandy here will drive, he knows the area." Murphy and Billings looked at each other helplessly. Finally Murphy said, slowly, "Phoenix." Page 159 of 166 Hudson got into the ship. "Cissy and Gordon are still in the blockhouse," Harry "MINUS TWENTY MINUTES AND COUNTING," the said. He looked at his watch. "I think they are." computer said. "CLEAR THE BASE AREA." "Harry, run this over," Bob said. "Have him read it to "And who do you think it's talking to?" Sherrine asked. "Guess that's it, then," Bob Needleton said. "Seems like Hudson." an-—I guess it's over. From the Ice to the Desert." He "No one, I hope," Gary said. "But you never know about stood at the door to the hangar, reluctant to leave, until "Then what?" Sandy asked. fans. And Harry." Harry pulled him away. "Then nothing," Harry said. "Hudson ordered us not to "We're blind in here," Arteria said. "If I'd been thinking They reached the car. Sandy Sanders was already in fight, and it don't matter anyway. We can't fight a we could have rigged up a way to communicate with whoever's in my car-—" the driver's seat. chopper. Can't even mess up the landing areas, there are too many up here. Get Bob out of here, Sandy." Wheep! Wheep! "Bob Needleton," Hudson said. Sandy looked to Needleton. Bob nodded. "Let's go," he said. "Who knows, if enough of us run away, maybe The fax machine startled them. "Alex, is it always like this?" Arteria asked. "Waiting? they'll chase us. Let's go." I'm beginning to know what criminals must feel like-—" "Phoenix, this is Freedom," a woman's voice said. CAPTAIN LEE ARTERIA THIS IS COLONEL Miller read the fax and shook his head. "I've got a bad "Roger, Freedom." ANTHONY MURPHY. OFFICIAL. MISTER JHERI feeling about this-—" He punched the intercom button. MOORKITH WITH AUTHORITY OF THE NATIONAL "Phoenix, we have a problem." He read the fax. SECURITY COUNCIL HAS ASSUMED COMMAND OF "I am patching in a relay. Stand by." OPERATION FALLEN ANGEL. HE HAS DECIDED THAT THERE WILL BE AN ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE There was a long pause. "Alex, this is Gordon. We relay to you." OUR JURISDICTION BY ILLEGAL LAUNCH OF A USAF EXPERIMENTAL SHIP CALLED PHOENIX AT "Okay, we got it," Hudson said. "Not that there's much "Roger, Gordo. Good to hear from you. What's up?" PRESENT HELD IN A USAF MUSEUM AT EDWARDS we can do. We wait. Know any prayers?" AIR FORCE BASE. YOU ARE HEREBY ORDERED "Not you, but Air Police helicopter has landed at TO DO ALL IN YOUR POWER TO PREVENT THE "Edwards," Lee Arteria said. "Moorkith said Edwards, Edwards main base." LAUNCH OF THE PHOENIX ROCKET. FYI so that's where they're taking him! I know Murphy, if MOORKITH LEFT HERE TEN MINUTES AGO WITH they were coming to Thunder Ridge he'd have said LIEUTENANT BILLINGS IN YOUR HELICOPTER, "Eighteen miles from here," Hudson muttered. "Ten Thunder Ridge. I think we're going to make it!" DESTINATION EDWARDS AIR FORCE BASE, minutes flight-—" REPEAT, DESTINATION EDWARDS AIR FORCE "Cutting it damned close," Hudson said. "Miller, get BASE. your people out of here. We may be able to shave a "Five," Arteria said. few minutes off the launch time. I'll talk to Commander "And they'll hear the compressor," Hudson said. Hopkins. You people, get out. Now! Go!" "Holy shit," Needleton said. "How do we tell Hudson?" "I don't think so," Arteria said. "We drove a good halfway here before we heard it-—but you can see the lights up here with no trouble at all." Page 160 of 166 "Oh, shit," Hudson said. "And where is he?" fucking gate, and don't give me any problems about that." "MINUS FIFTEEN MINUTES AND COUNTING." "In the Operations Office, sir." Sergeant MacDaniel shrugged. "Yes, sir. Give me a "You bastards are going to give me a runaround all moment to get the keys." *** night, aren't you?" Moorkith demanded. "You're all in "All right, now where is this Phoenix?" Moorkith this together. You're finished, Billings, you and Murphy * * * and Arteria, you're all finished!" demanded. Inspector Glen Bailey drove the Green Police car "Phoenix, sir?" the operations sergeant asked. The "Yes, sir. Did you want to see Major Cobb, sir?" through Mojave and east on Highway 58, keeping his eyes on Thunder Ridge more than on the road. Any name tag on his coverall said "MacDaniel." "It's in a moment now, he thought. Any moment. museum up on Thunder Ridge." "No, I want you to take me up to Thunder Ridge." "Yes, sir. Sergeant, see that this chopper is fueled up As he drove he sang softly to himself. "Thunder Ridge? Where's that?" and-—" The sergeant pointed. "You see them lights up there across the lake? That's Thunder Ridge." "Damn it, NOW!" "And the Earth is clean as a springtime dream, Moorkith turned to Billings. "What in the hell are you up "But, sir, we're low on fuel. And, Sergeant, I thought I to?" heard a funny noise in the main bearing. Probably No factory smokes appear, nothing, but you better check it out." "Sir? You asked to be taken to Edwards. We're at For they've left the land to the gardener's hand, Edwards." Sergeant MacDaniel fought with a grin and almost won. "Yes, sir." And they all are orbiting here . . ." "God damn you, you knew I wanted to get to the Phoenix!" "Space cadets," Moorkith said. "Sergeant, get me a car. That car. Right there. Are the keys in it? Good. You Billings kept a straight face. "Sir, you told Colonel two, you guys with the guns, come with me. Now. *** Murphy I was to take you to Edwards. I took you to Lieutenant, when you get your helicopter working, you Edwards. I assume you want to clear this activity on can use it to get up on that ridge and stop that launch Bob Needleton looked at his watch. "Stop," he said. U.S. Air Force property with the base commander. Sir." or you can stuff it up your ass. Either way, Billings, Sandy pulled over to the edge of the road. Needleton either way, you are finished. Done. Do you understand got out and leaned on the car. He looked south, to me?" "And where is he?" Moorkith demanded. Thunder Ridge, and waited. It was just before dawn, a few stars left in the west, none in the east, but it was "Well, not quite, sir. Now I suppose it's pretty The operations sergeant looked at Billings, then back at still dark on the ground. Not quite dawn, Needleton astonishing that a bunch of Air Force people would Moorkith. "Sir, he's in Rosamond. He doesn't live on thought. Not by Mohammed's definition, can't tell a have an interest in space-—" black thread from a white one-— base." "And you can quit stalling, too," Moorkith said. "All right "Then who the hell is in charge here?" There was a flash on Thunder Ridge. Then another, you men. Get in the car. I'll drive. Sergeant, open the even brighter. "Sir, that would be the Officer of the Day, Major Cobb." Page 161 of 166 "Sir-—" Foss was a lean, bearded man with a mad smile and an absurd hat. "We are here to hold Cruisecon, the first World Science Fiction Convention ever to be held at Jheri Moorkith could see the big hangar through the "Give me that damn gun!" sea." fence. The base area of Thunder Ridge was deserted, but there were lights everywhere, and the roof of the Malcolm Lincoln never took his eyes off the ship as he big building two hundred yards away had been swung unslung the submachine gun. Then, exactly as he'd "And how did this come about?" open. The Air Police car stopped, and Airman Joey been taught, he slipped the clip loose and opened the Murasaki got out. "Gate's locked," he shouted. "No bolt. He handed the empty weapon to Moorkith. "Nice timing. I notice we're coming about. Well, keys." Gullwhale was a Green research project, expensive Jheri Moorkith fumbled with the cartridge clip. He saw even by NASA standards, but clean as clean can be. The hangar was just ahead, but there was no way nothing as Phoenix rose. What she couldn't do," Rick Foss said, "was make through the locked gate. Jheri Moorkith was tempted to money. Between the U.S. environmental regulations scream, but managed to be calm. "Shoot the lock off," and the unsteadiness of the wind, nobody wanted to Sergeant Malcolm Lincoln watched with a faraway look he ordered. as Phoenix flew upward, faster now. Thunder washed risk sending cargo that way." across him, and his ears hurt but Lincoln was grinning Sergeant Malcolm Lincoln sniffed. "Sir, that works like a thief. As the rocket climbed she caught the "So we got her cheap," Chuck said. better in movies than the real world. Maybe I should get growing light of dawn, but the jets were brighter than a hammer out of the trunk and open it with that?" the dawn as Phoenix rode a fire into the sky. Rick grinned. "I got her damn near free. This is her shakedown as a passenger resort cruise ship." "I don't care how you do it, open that gate!" "Hotel bill and food all in the convention registration fee. Two blows of the hammer smashed the lock, but the CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Quite a coup Rick." gate still wouldn't open. "It's wired shut," Sergeant Lincoln said. "Joey, get me the bolt cutters out of the Cruisecon "I didn't tell them it was a science fiction convention, of trunk." course. I just guaranteed to fill the ship up with people who don't mind being a week late so long as it doesn't cost them any more. But we're not in U.S. waters now- There was a bright flash from the hangar. The corrugated aluminum walls shook, and there was —" The big sailing ship had been designed for cargo, a thunder. high tech windjammer with four tall masts and sails that From the rail Poul Dickson shouted, "Ach, ja, now ve looked like airplane wings standing on end. They "Hurry!" Moorkith screamed. shifted constantly as Gullwhale raced at 18 knots can sing ze old songs!" through the Caribbean toward the Windward Islands. The hangar walls fell outward. Phoenix began to rise, She could make 20 knots in decent winds. A heavy-set black man stuck his head out of a slowly, majestically. Moorkith turned to face the Air doorway. "Land ho!" Policemen, who were staring at the slowly rising rocket. Chuck had his videocamera bolted to the deck. The "Shoot it!" Moorkith ordered. Chuck swung the camera around to catch him. "Ken, view tilted with the ship, heeled over by fifteen degrees. shouldn't you be up in a crow's nest?" "February 31st, 23,309. This is Gullwhale Crossing, a "Shoot it?" Sergeant Lincoln asked. videofanzine published by Chuck Umber. Rick Foss, what are we doing here?" Ken patted his ample bulk. "It'd never hold me. We've "Yes! Shoot! Shoot! Damn you, I order you, shoot it!" got Grenada on radar. We're still two hours away, but you should think about wrapping it up." Page 162 of 166 Rick grinned mysteriously. "I may have another "-—and told them about joining the mating rituals of a "You bet. God help Gary if he already knows how to surprise for you, Chuck." tribe of naked semi-humans with pale blue skin. Don't mate in free fall. Chuck, I want a copy of this tape to look so disappointed, Chuck." take with me." "I'm talking to Bruce Hyde and Mike Glider. Bruce, you left the rescue party to spring any traps at Sherrine's "That's why I'm hurrying. I want it finished and copied apartment. I take it that was for misdirection?" before the ship takes off again." "We all got away clean after the launch. Maybe Bruce said, "Sure. At best we'd get the law looking in everyone got an extra day or two because of Moorkith," "No trouble," C.C. Miller said. "We just drove off. We the wrong direction. At worst, we had the owner's Glen Bailey said. "You remember how it looked when even got the clubhouse cleared out before the Greens written permission to be there, and a key. We went in Phoenix went up?" came sniffing. But there are tons of it. If the Angels through a window anyway, picked up a few of don't want it, I think we'll just leave it in Grenada." Sherrine's things-—still nothing-—walked out the front Harry Czescu nodded briskly. "I kept thinking, 'Ours door and boarded Mike's van and drove north." always blow up. Ours always blow up.' But it was going "You mean it's aboard?" smooth as silk-—" "Nobody stopped you?" "Oh, yeah. We sold the bull semen, but we've still got "Remember the vapor trail, sprawled all over the sky? the plastic corn and acorns and honeycomb and "No, but they were following us. I guess we could have They used to call that `frozen lightning,' the Germans powdered chlorine and five cartons of earthworms, and stopped, but-—" did, I mean. It's in Willy Ley's books," Bailey said. "In there's a package I don't know what's in it but it wants the thirties they thought their rockets were going wild-— out BAD . . ." "I wanted to cross the glacier again," Glider said. He " held newsprint from the National Enquirer under his "Gordon, nobody spotted you?" chin, for the camera, under a wide toothy smile. The "It's just stratospheric winds blowing the vapor trail headline said: around," Mike Glider said, sticking his head into camera "I could walk, even then," Gordon said. He got out of view. Umber scowled. his deck chair and spread his arms and bowed. His head nearly brushed the floor. "Yeah, but it looks like something spun by a spider on LSD. The Green bigshot cop, Moorkith, he saw the C.C. Miller said, "Today I could hide him on a ICE NUDES ORGY ON GLACIER! frozen lightning and thought the Phoenix must have basketball team." crashed. He was searching the desert for Phoenix while the whole gang drove away." "What have you been doing since, Gordon?" Bruce said, "We took the same track as before, with the Angels' death beam toned down a little-—" "Your viewers, they know. I publish Wind Chill in sections. Now Baen Books, they want it. I can publish "I missed it all," Ann Hudson said. "I was in New York. I because I won't be on Earth." "How many of you?" tried to follow it on the news, but how much could I trust? Gary didn't try to call me till he was already in "You're going up?" "-—So we could-—Huh?" Bruce laughed. "No, no, just orbit." me and Mike, fully dressed. We crossed to Fargo and went straight to the local TV station-—" "Sure. Alex say my family ready to skin him if he can't "But you're going up this time." produce me, so I go with Annie. Bring a copy of Wind Chill, tell everyone-—" "Hide in plain sight," Mike said. Page 163 of 166 There was a sharp sound, loud above the wind, and a Chuck was still filming. Harry began to play. Jenny spaceport bars. If it's what we really want, we'll build a starship when we can; sharp crack! "Hold it," Chuck said, and he swung the sang, and the others joined in. camera around. "It was-—got it." If I could just make orbit then I'd be a wanted fan. High in the sky over Grenada, a dot, descending. "Wanted fan in Luna City, wanted fan on Dune and "Comes down just like a falling safe, only faster," Chuck Down, Wanted fan at Ophiuchus, wanted fan in Dydee- said rapidly. "Those rockets should be lighting any . . . town. All across the sky they want me, am I fattered? "Wanted fan for building spacecraft, wanted fan for any minute now . . . it's broad daylight so they won't be Yes I am! If I could just reach orbit, then I'd be a wanted dipping air, Sending microwave transmissions, building too conspicuous . . . shit fire, will you light?" fan. habitats up there. Oh the glacier got us last time, next time we'll try to land! And when the Ice is conquered, "Phoenix is slowing," Gordon said. "Rockets must be lit. it'll be by wanted fans. And when the stars are conquered, it'll be by wanted fans!" See? Slowing." "Wanted fan for mining coal and wanted fan for drilling oil, I went very fast through Portland, hunted hard like "Yeah. Sorry. Ni . . . ice." Gully Foyle. Built reactors in Seattle against every man's advice, Couldn't do that in Alaska, Fonda says it The End The cone had settled behind trees. isn't nice. Acknowledgments and Other Thuktunthp Umber laughed. "Your faces! The rocket was too far away to show much, but you watching it land, that's something. Okay, Gordon, you published autobiographical material, but there's a novel, too, isn't "Wanted fan for plain sedition, like the singing of this tune. If NASA hadn't failed us wed have cities on the there?" Fallen Angels is sold as science fiction, but one could moon. If it weren't for fucking NASA we'd at least have quibble with that: while the book is clearly fiction, the "I am working on it. Should finish, how do you say it, walked on Mars. science is it real. Real Soon Now." And if I can't make orbit, then I'll never reach the stars. Item: Although the Phoenix spaceship doesn't exist yet, "He did a verse for the song, too," Harry said. it or something like it could be built today for between $50 and $200 million dollars. "Song?" "Nader's Raiders want my freedom, OSHA wants my Once built, Phoenix would operate the way airplanes scalp and hair, If I'm wanted in Wisconsin, be damned "Jenny's song," Harry said. He took out his guitar. do. It takes about the same amount of fuel to fly a sure I won't be there! If the E-P-A still wants me, I'llpound from the United States to Australia as it does to avoid them if I can. They're tearing down the cities, soput that pound in orbit. Airlines operate at about three The others gathered around, fifty fans on the deck of a I'll be a wanted fan! times fuel costs, including depreciation on the aircraft. sailing ship, staring across to an island where a Phoenix wouldn't run much more. The operational costs spaceship had landed. of any system depend on how much you use, it but given the low-cost regime Phoenix works in, it should "The Angels fell. And rose again," someone said. "And "Wanted fan on Chthon and Sparta and the Hub's ten be used a lot. by God we did it!" million stars, Wanted fan for singing silly in a thousand Page 164 of 166 Of course airlines have about one hundred fifteen As to the society portrayed here, of course much of it is would require a volume a great deal longer than the satirical. Alas, many of the incidents-—such as the employees per airplane; but most airlines need to sell book itself. We therefore apologize now for taking the tickets. The SR-71 program (which didn't) ran with Steve Jackson case in which a business was searched easy way out: as you might suspect, this section is about forty employees per airplane. NASA, with four by Secret Service Agents displaying an unsigned being written the night before the final manuscript is search warrant-—are quite real. So are many of the spacecraft, has over twenty thousand people employed due. to support shuttle operations. This may explain why anti-technological arguments given in the book. There Phoenix, which wouldn't need more than fifty people to really is an intellectual on-campus movement to The song "The Phoenix" is copyright 1983, by Julia operate, would charge less than one percent of what denounce "materialist science" in favor of something Ecklar, and is used by permission of Julia Ecklar. The NASA charges to put cargo in orbit. considerably less "cold and unforgiving." So watch it. song "Starfire" is copyright 1983, by Cynthia McQuillan, and used with her permission. Both songs and many Item: Despite all the talk of global warming, there is just others much worth listening to are performed on tapes as much scientific evidence for the coming Ice Age. sometimes available at science fiction conventions. Experiments have failed to detect solar neutrinos in the Excerpts from the songs "Black Powder and Alcohol" References quantities expected, and astronomers tell us that we and "Bring It Down" are used with permission of Leslie Fish, and are available on her tape Firestorm. are going into a new period of minimum solar activity. The last such prolonged period was known as the "Maunder Minimum," and coincided with what has We do want to acknowledge the special help of Gary There are many literary references in Fallen Angels. A come to be known as "The Little Ice Age." Moreover, Hudson, President of Pacific American Launch few are explained in the text; others are left for the archeologic evidence shows that in the last Ice Age, Systems, Inc., who generously helped us get Phoenix delight of readers familiar with science fiction and fan Britain went from a climate a bit warmer than it enjoys right. We only wish that we had the money to let him publications. now to being under sheet glaciers in considerably less build the rocket. Any one of us would be glad to ride it than a century. with him. Ann Roebke Hudson deserves equal thanks. One is worth explaining here. In Robert A. Heinlein's Clearly, any mistakes in the science and technology early work "Requiem," the hero dies in a successful are ours, not theirs. *** voyage to the moon. He is buried on the lunar surface by companions who have no grave marker other than a Of course our story is fiction. Many of the characters We also thank Jim Baen, shipping tag for a compressed air cylinder. When Mr. are fictional, too. But some are based on composites of our editor and publisher, Heinlein died, he was, according to his instructions, real people; some are real people with their names and Toni Weisskopf, cremated and his ashes scattered at sea from a U.S. changed; and some appear here under their own Executive Editor at Baen Navy warship. Some of us feel it would be appropriate names. A few have even paid to be in the book! We Books; we suspect that few to honor him by placing a pint of seawater and a allowed certain fan charities to auction off the right to books have ever been suitably inscribed shipping tag on Mare Imbrium. The play themselves in Fallen Angels. Because the book delivered this close to a poem to be inscribed is R. L. Stevenson's "Requiem." takes pace in an indefinite future we have made free previously scheduled use of an author's right to change details of age, or publication date. occupation, or city of residence. As to everyone else, you Readers who find the action of the book surprising Acknowledgments mostly know who you are. must consider that we have, if anything, tamed down Thanks! the reactions of organized science fiction fandom had there really been a downed spaceship in a society that hates science and technology. Acknowledgment of everyone who has, either directly by commenting on the manuscript, or indirectly through Larry Niven his or her life and example, contributed to this book Page 165 of 166 Jerry Pournelle Cover art by Bob Eggleton Michael Flynn Hollywood, California, Paperback and Edison, New Jersey, 1991 This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. First printing, December 1992 IT ALL HAPPENED SO FAST Distributed by Simon & Schuster 1230 Avenue of the One minute the two space Hab astronauts were scoop- Americas New York, NY 10020 diving the atmosphere, the next they'd been shot down over the North Dakota Glacier and were the object of a Printed in the United States of America massive manhunt by the United States government. ISBN: 0-671-72052-X That government, dedicated to saving the environment from the evils of technology, had been voted into power Copyright © 1992 by Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle & because everybody knew that the Green House Effect Michael Flynn had to be controlled, whatever the cost. But who would have thought that the cost of ending pollution would All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this include not only total government control of day-to-day book or portions thereof in any form. life, but the onset of a new Ice Age? A Baen Books Original Baen Publishing Enterprises Stranded in the anti-technological heartland of America, P.O. Box 1403 Riverdale, NY 10471 paralyzed by Earth's gravity, the "Angels" had no way http://www.baen.com/ back to the Space Habs, the last bastions of high technology and intellectual freedom on or over the Production by Windhaven Press Auburn, NH Earth. But help was on its way, help from the most unlikely sources .... Electronic version by WebWrights Join # 1 national bestsellers Larry Niven and Jerry http://www.webwrights.com/ Pournelle and Michael Flynn in a world where civilization is on the ropes, and the environmentalists have created their own worst nightmare: A world of DEDICATION Fallen Angels FOR SCIENCE FICTION FANDOM Page 166 of 166