The Best Science Fiction And Fantasy Of The Year Part 53

"Yes, of course." she said. "He did tell me, eventually."

"Don't you know it's a proposition?"

"Yes; the egg, the book, and the rock," she said. "Very traditional here. I know you like to think I have my head in the air all the time, but I do pay some attention to what's going on around me. Carli is a sweet kid."

"He's serious, Leah. You can't ignore him."

She waved me off. "I can make my own decisions, but thanks for the warnings."

"It's worse than that," I told her. "Have you met Miranda Telios Delacroix?"

"Of course," she said.

"I think she's trying to kill you." I told her about my experience with kayaks, and my suspicion that the pirates had been hired to shoot me down, thinking I was her.

"I believe you may be reading too much into things, Tinkerman," she said. "Carli told me about the pirates. They're a small group, disaffected; they bother s.h.i.+pping and such, from time to time, but he says that they're nothing to worry about. When he gets his inheritance, he says he will take care of them."

"Take care of them? How?"

She shrugged. "He didn't say."

But that was exactly what the pirates-rebels-had told me: that Carlos had a plan, and they didn't know what it was. "So he has some plans he isn't telling," I said.

"He's been asking me about terraforming,"Leah said, thinking."But it doesn't make sense to do that on Venus. I don't understand what he's thinking. He could split the carbon dioxide atmosphere into oxygen and carbon; I know he has the technology to do that."

"He does?"

"Yes, I think you were there when he mentioned it. The molecular still. It's solar-powered micromachines. But what would be the point?"

"So he's serious?"

"Seriously thinking about it, anyway. But it doesn't make any sense. Nearly pure oxygen at the surface, at sixty or seventy bars? That atmosphere would be even more deadly than the carbon dioxide. And it wouldn't even solve the greenhouse effect; with that thick an atmosphere, even oxygen is a greenhouse gas."

"You explained that to him?"

"He already knew it. And the floating cities wouldn't float any more. They rely on the gas inside-breathing air-being lighter than the Venusian air. Turn the Venus carbon dioxide to pure O2, the cities fall out of the sky."

"But?"

"But he didn't seem to care."

"So terraforming would make Venus uninhabitable, and he knows it. So what's he planning?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

"I do," I said. "And I think we'd better see your friend Carlos Fernando."

Carlos Fernando was in his playroom.

The room was immense. His family's quarters were built on the edge of the upcity, right against the bubble-wall, and one whole side of his playroom looked out across the cloudscape. The room was littered with stuff: sets of interlocking toy blocks with electronic modules inside that could be put together into elaborate buildings, models of s.p.a.cecraft and various lighter-than-air aircraft, no doubt vehicles used on Venus, a contraption of transparent vessels connected by tubes that seemed to be a half-completed science project, a unicycle that sat in a corner, silently balancing on its gyros. Between the toys were pieces of light, transparent furniture. I picked up a chair, and it was no heavier than a feather, barely there at all. I knew what it was now, diamond fibers that had been engineered into a foamed, fractal structure. Diamond was their chief working material; it was something that they could make directly out of the carbon dioxide atmosphere, with no imported raw materials. They were experts in diamond, and it frightened me.

When the guards brought us to the playroom, Carlos Fernando was at the end of the room farthest from the enormous window, his back to the window and to us. He'd known we were coming, of course, but when the guards announced our arrival he didn't turn around, but called behind him "It's okay-I'll be with them in a second."

The two guards left us.

He was gyrating and waving his hands in front of a large screen. On the screen, colorful s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps flew in three-dimensional projection through the complicated maze of a city that had apparently been designed by Escher, with towers connected by bridges and b.u.t.tresses. The viewpoint swooped around, chasing some of the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps, hiding from others. From time to time bursts of red dots shot forward, blowing the s.h.i.+ps out of the sky with colorful explosions as Carlos Fernando shouted "Gotcha!" and "In your eye, dog."

He was dancing with his whole body; apparently the game had some kind of full-body input. As far as I could tell, he seemed to have forgotten entirely that we were there.

I looked around.

Sitting on a padded platform no more than two meters from where we had entered, a lion looked back at me with golden eyes. He was bigger than I was. Next to him, with her head resting on her paws, lay a lioness, and she was watching me as well, her eyes half-open. Her tail twitched once; twice. The lion's mane was so huge that it must have been shampooed and blow-dried.

He opened his mouth and yawned, then rolled onto his side, still watching me.

"They're harmless," Leah said. "Bad-Boy and Knickers. Pets."

Knickers-the female, I a.s.sumed-stretched over and grabbed the male lion by the neck. Then she put one paw on the back of his head and began to groom his fur with her tongue.

I was beginning to get a feel for just how different Carlos Fernando's life was from anything I knew.

On the walls closer to where Carlos Fernando was playing his game were several other screens. The one to my left looked like it had a homework problem partially worked out. Calculus, I noted. He was doing a chain-rule differentiation and had left it half-completed where he'd gotten stuck, or bored. Next to it was a visualization of the structure of the atmosphere of Venus. Homework? I looked at it more carefully. If it was homework, he was much more interested in atmospheric science than in math; the map was covered with notes and had half a dozen open windows with details. I stepped forward to read it more closely.

The screen went black.

I turned around, and Carlos Fernando was there, a petulant expression on his face. "That's my stuff," he said. His voice squeaked on the word "stuff." "I don't want you looking at my stuff unless I ask you to, okay?"

He turned to Leah, and his expression changed to something I couldn't quite read. He wanted to kick me out of his room, I thought, but didn't want to make Leah angry; he wanted to keep her approval. "What's he doing here?" he asked her.

She looked at me, and raised her eyebrows.

I wish I knew myself, I thought, but I was in it far enough, I had better say something.

I walked over to the enormous window, and looked out across the clouds. I could see another city, blue with distance, a toy balloon against the golden horizon.

"The environment of Venus is unique," I said. "And to think, your ancestor Udo Nordwald put all this together."

"Thanks," he said. "I mean, I guess I mean thanks. I'm glad you like our city."

"All of the cities," I said. "It's a staggering accomplishment. The geniusit must have taken to envision it all, to put together the first floating city; to think of this planet as a haven, a place where millions can live. Or billions-the skies are nowhere near full. Someday even trillions, maybe."

"Yeah," he said. "Really something, I guess."

"Spectacular." I turned around and looked him directly in the eye. "So why do you want to destroy it?"

"What?" Leah said.

Carlos Fernando had his mouth open, and started to say something, but then closed his mouth again. He looked down, and then off to his left, and then to the right. He said, "I... I..." but then broke off.

"I know your plan," I said. "Your micromachines-they'll convert the carbon dioxide to oxygen. And when the atmosphere changes, the cities will be grounded. They won't be lighter than air, won't be able to float any more. You know that, don't you? You want to do it deliberately."

"He can't," Leah said, "it won't work. The carbon would-" and then she broke off. "Diamond," she said. "He's going to turn the excess carbon into diamond."

I reached over and picked up a piece of furniture, one of the foamed-diamond tables. It weighted almost nothing.

"Nanomachinery," I said. "The molecular still you mentioned. You know, somebody once said that the problem with Venus isn't that the surface is too hot. It's just fine up here where the air's as thin as Earth's air. The problem is, the surface is just too darn far below sea level.

"But every ton of atmosphere your molecular machines convert to oxygen, you get a quarter-ton of pure carbon. And the atmosphere is a thousand tons per square meter."

I turned to Carlos Fernando, who still hadn't managed to say anything. His silence was as d.a.m.ning as any confession. "Your machines turn that carbon into diamond fibers, and build upward from the surface. You're going to build a new surface, aren't you-a completely artificial surface. A platform up to the sweet spot, fifty kilometers above the old rock surface. And the air there will be breathable."

At last Carlos found his voice."Yeah,"he said."Dad came up with the machines, but the idea of using them to build a sh.e.l.l around the whole planet-that idea was mine. It's all mine. It's pretty smart, isn't it? Don't you think it's smart?"

"You can't own the sky," I said, "but you can own the land, can't you? You will have built the land. And all the cities are going to crash. There won't be any dissident cities, because there won't be any cities. You'll own it all. Everybody will have to come to you."

"Yeah," Carlos said. He was smiling now, a big goofy grin. "Sweet, isn't it?" He must have seen my expression, because he said," Hey, come on. It's not like they were contributing. Those dissident cities are full of nothing but malcontents and pirates."

Leah's eyes were wide. He turned to her and said, "Hey, why shouldn't I? Give me one reason. They shouldn't even be here. It was all my ancestor's idea, the floating city, and they shoved in. They stole his idea, so now I'm going to shut them down. It'll be better my way."

He turned back to me. "Okay, look. You figured out my plan. That's fine, that's great, no problem, okay? You're smarter than I thought you were, I admit it. Now, just, I need you to promise not to tell anybody, okay?"

I shook my head.

"Oh, go away," he said. He turned back to Leah. "Doctor Hamakawa," he said. He got down on one knee, and, staring at the ground, said, "I want you to marry me. Please?"

Leah shook her head, but he was staring at the ground, and couldn't see her. "I'm sorry, Carlos," she said. "I'm sorry."

He was just a kid, in a room surrounded by his toys, trying to talk the adults into seeing things the way he wanted to see them. He finally looked up, his eyes filling with tears. "Please," he said. "I want you to. I'll give you anything. I'll give you whatever you want. You can have everything I own, all of it, the whole planet, everything."

"I'm sorry," Leah repeated. "I'm sorry."

He reached out and picked up something off the floor-a model of a s.p.a.ce-s.h.i.+p-and looked at it, pretending to be suddenly interested in it. Then he put it carefully down on a table, picked up another one, and stood up, not looking at us. He sniffled, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand-apparently forgetting he had the s.h.i.+p model in it-trying to do it casually, as if we wouldn't have noticed that he had been crying.

"Ok," he said. "You can't leave, you know. This guy guessed too much. The plan only works if it's secret, so that the malcontents don't know it's coming, don't prepare for it. You have to stay here. I'll keep you here, I'll-I don't know. Something."

"No," I said. "It's dangerous for Leah here. Miranda already tried to hire pirates to shoot her down once, when she was out in the sky kayak. We have to leave."

Carlos looked up at me, and with sudden sarcasm, said, "Miranda? You're joking. That was me who tipped off the pirates. Me. I thought they'd take you away and keep you. I wish they had."

And then he turned back to Leah. "Please? You'll be the richest person on Venus. You'll be the richest person in the solar system. I'll give it all to you. You'll be able to do anything you want.

"I'm sorry," Leah repeated. "It's a great offer. But no."

At the other end of the room, Carlos' bodyguards were quietly entering. He apparently had some way to summon them silently. The room was filling with them, and their guns were drawn, but not yet pointed.

I backed toward the window, and Leah came with me.

The city had rotated a little, and sunlight was now slanting in through the window. I put my sun goggles on.

"Do you trust me?" I said quietly.

"Of course," Leah said. "I always have."

"Come here."

LINK: READY blinked in the corner of my field of view.

I reached up, casually, and tapped on the side of the left lens. CQ MANTA, I tapped. CQ.

I put my other hand behind me and, hoping I could disguise what I was doing as long as I could, I pushed on the pane, feeling it flex out.

HERE, was the reply.

Push. Push. It was a matter of rhythm. When I found the resonant frequency of the pane, it felt right, it built up, like oscillating a rocking chair, like s.e.x.

I reached out my left hand to hold Leah's hand, and pumped harder on the gla.s.s with my right. I was putting my weight into it now, and the panel was bowing visibly with my motion. The window was making a noise now, an infrasonic thrum too deep to hear, but you could feel it. On each swing the pane of the window bowed further outward.

"What are you doing?" Carlos shouted. "Are you crazy?"

The bottom bowed out, and the edge of the pane separated from its frame.

There was a smell of acid and sulfur. The bodyguards ran toward us, but-as I'd hoped-they were hesitant to use their guns, worried that the damaged panel might blow completely out.

The window screeched and jerked, but held, fixed in place by the other joints. The way it was stuck in place left a narrow vertical slit between the window and its frame. I pulled Leah close to me, and shoved myself backwards, against the gla.s.s, sliding along against the bowed pane, pus.h.i.+ng it outward to widen the opening as much as I could.

As I fell, I kissed her lightly on the edge of the neck.

She could have broken my grip, could have torn herself free.

But she didn't.

"Hold your breath and squeeze your eyes shut,"I whispered, as we fell through the opening and into the void, and then with my last breath of air, I said, "I love you."

She said nothing in return. She was always practical, and knew enough not to try to talk when her next breath would be acid. "I love you too," I imagined her saying.

With my free hand, I tapped, MANTA NEED PICKUP. FAST..

And we fell.

"It wasn't about s.e.x at all," I said. "That's what I failed to understand." We were in the manta, covered with slime, but basically unhurt. The pirates had accomplished their miracle, s.n.a.t.c.hed us out of midair. We had information they needed; and in exchange, they would give us a ride off the planet, back where we belonged, back to the cool and the dark and the emptiness between planets. "It was all about finance. Keeping control of a.s.sets."

"Sure it's about s.e.x," Leah said. "Don't fool yourself. We're humans. It's always about s.e.x. Always. You think that's not a temptation? Molding a kid into just exactly what you want? Of course it's s.e.x. s.e.x and control. Money? That's just the excuse they tell themselves."

"But you weren't tempted," I said.