Tales Of Known Space Part 22

"Yes, if I can take a friend."

Ausfaller frowned, looked at me.

"You wish to reach Earth too?"

I'd made up my mind.

"I don't think so. In fact, I'd like to talk you out of taking Carlos."

Carlos said, "Hey!"

I overrode him.

"Ausfaller, do you know who Carlos is? He had an unlimited parenthood license at the age of eighteen. Eighteen! I don't mind you risking your own life, in fact I love the idea.

But his?"

"It's not that big a risk!" Carlos snapped.

"Yah? What has Ausfaller got that eight other s.h.i.+ps didn't have?"

"Two things," Ausfaller said patiently.

"One is that we will be incoming. Six of the eight s.h.i.+ps that vanished were leaving Sol system. If there are pirates around Sol, they must find it much easier to locate an outgoing s.h.i.+p.

"They caught two incoming. Two s.h.i.+ps, fifty crewmembers and pa.s.sengers, gone.

Poof!"

"They would not take me so easily," Ausfaller boasted. "The Hobo Kelly is deceptive. It seems to be a cargo and pa.s.senger s.h.i.+p, but it is a wars.h.i.+p, armed and capable of thirty gees acceleration. In normal s.p.a.ce we can run from anything we can't fight. We are a.s.suming pirates, are we not? Pirates would insist on robbing a s.h.i.+p before they destroy it."

I was intrigued.

"Why? Why a disguised wars.h.i.+p? Are you hoping you'll be attacked?"

"If there are actually pirates, yes, I hope to be attacked. But not when entering Sol system. We plan a subst.i.tution. A quite ordinary cargo craft will land on Earth, take on cargo of some value, and depart for Wunderland on a straight-line course. My s.h.i.+p win replace it before it has pa.s.sed through the asteroids. So you see, there is no risk of losing Mr. Wu's precious genes."

Palms flat to the table, arms straight, Carlos stood looming over us.

"Diffidently I raise the point that they are my futzy genes and I'll do what I futzy please with them! Bey, I've already had my share of children, and yours too!"

"Peace, Carlos. I didn't mean to step on any of your inalienable rights." I turned to Ausfaller. "I still don't see why these disappearing s.h.i.+ps should interest the Extremely Foreign Relations Bureau."

"There were alien pa.s.sengers aboard some of the s.h.i.+ps."

"0h."

"And we have wondered if the pirates themselves are aliens. Certainly they have a technique not known to humanity. Of six outgoing s.h.i.+ps, five vanished after reporting that they were about to enter hyperdrive."

I whistled.

"They can precipitate a s.h.i.+p out of hyperdrive? That's impossible. Isn't it? Carlos?"

Carlos' mouth twisted.

"Not if it's being done. But I don't understand the principle. If the s.h.i.+ps were just disappearing, that'd be different. Any s.h.i.+p does that if it goes too deep into a gravity well on hyperdrive."

"Then... maybe it isn't pirates at all. Carlos, could there be living beings in hypers.p.a.ce, actually eating the s.h.i.+ps?"

"For all of me, there could. I don't know everything, Bey, contrary to popular opinion."

But after a minute he shook his head.

"I don't buy it. I might buy an uncharted ma.s.s on the fringes of Sol system. s.h.i.+ps that came too near in hyperdrive would disappear."

"No," said AusfaHer.

"No single ma.s.s could have caused all of the disappearances. Charter or not, a planet is bounded by gravity and inertia. We ran computer simulations. It would have taken at least three large ma.s.ses, all unknown, all moving into heavy trade routes, simultaneously."

"How large? Mars size or better?"

"So you have been thinking about this too."

Carlos smiled.

"Yah. It may sound impossible, but it isn't. It's only improbable. There are unbelievable amounts of garbage out there beyond Neptune. Four known planets and endless chunks of ice and stone and nickel-iron."

"Still, it is most improbable."

Carlos nodded. A silence fell.

I was still thinking about monsters in hypers.p.a.ce. The lovely thing about that hypothesis was that you couldn't even estimate a probability. We knew too little.

Humanity has been using hyperdrive for almost four hundred years now. Few s.h.i.+ps have disappeared in that time, except during wars. Now, eight s.h.i.+ps in ten months, all around Sol system.

Suppose one hypers.p.a.ce beast had discovered s.h.i.+ps in this region, say during one of the Man-Kzin Wars? He'd gone to get his friends. Now they were preying around Sol system. The flow of s.h.i.+ps around Sol is greater than that around any three colony stars.

But if more monsters came, they'd surely have to move on to the other colonies.

I couldn't imagine a defense against such things. We might have to give up interstellar travel.

Ausfaller said, "I would be glad if you would change your mind and come with us, Mr.

Shaeffer."

"Um? Are you sure you want me on the same s.h.i.+p with you?"

"Oh, emphatically! How else may I be sure that you have not hidden a bomb aboard?"

Ausfaller laughed. "Also, we can use a qualified pilot. Finally, I would like the chance to pick your brain, Beowulf Shaeffer. You have an odd facility for doing my job for me."

"What do you mean by that?"

"General Products used blackmail in persuading you to do a close orbit around a neutron star. You learned something about their home world--I've still do not know what it was-- and blackmailed them back. We know that blackmail contracts are a normal part of Puppeteer business practice. You earned their respect. You have dealt with them since.

You have dealt also with Outsiders, without friction. But it was your handling of the Lloobee kidnapping that I found impressive."

Carlos was sitting at attention. I hadn't had a chance to tell him about that one yet. I grinned and said, "I'm proud of that myself."

"Well you should be. You did more than retrieve known s.p.a.ce's top Kdatlyno touch-sculptor: you did it with honor, killing one of their number and leaving Lloobee free to pursue the others with publicity. Otherwise the Kdatlyno would have been annoyed."

Helping Sigmund Ausfaller had been the farthest thing from my thoughts for these past eight years; yet suddenly I felt d.a.m.n good. Maybe it was the way Carlos was listening.

It takes a lot to impress Carlos Wu.

Carlos said, "If you thought it was pirates, you'd come along, wouldn't you, Bey? After all, they probably can't find incoming s.h.i.+ps."

"Sure."

"And you don't really believe in hypers.p.a.ce monsters."

I hedged.

"Not if I hear a better explanation. The thing is, I'm not sure I believe in supertechnological pirates either. What about those wandering ma.s.ses?"

Carlos pursed his lips, said, "All right. The solar system has a good number of planets-- at least a dozen so far discovered, four of them outside the major singularity around Sol."

"And not including Pluto?"

"No, we think of Pluto as a loose moon of Neptune. It runs Neptune, Persephone, Caina, Antenora, Ptolemea, in order of distance from the sun. And the orbits aren't flat to the plane of the system. Persephone is tilted at a hundred and twenty degrees to the system, and retrograde. If they find another planet out there they'll call it Judecca."

"Why?"

"h.e.l.l. The four innermost divisions of Dante's h.e.l.l. They form a great ice plain with sinners frozen into it."

"Stick to the point," said Ausfaller.

"Start with the cometary halo," Carlos told me.

"It's very thin: about one comet per spherical volume of the Earth's...o...b..t. Ma.s.s is denser going inward: a few planets, some inner comets, some chunks of ice and rock, all in skewed orbits and still spread pretty thin. Inside Neptune there are lots of planets and asteroids and more flattening of orbits to conform with Sol's rotation. Outside Neptune s.p.a.ce is vast and empty. There could be uncharted planets. Singularities to swallow s.h.i.+ps."

Ausfaller was indignant.

"But for three to move into main trade lanes simultaneously?"

"It's not impossible, Sigmund."

"The probability--"

"Infinitesimal, right. Bey, it's d.a.m.n near impossible. Any sane man would a.s.sume pirates."

It had been a long time since I had seen Sharrol. I was sore tempted.

"Ausfaller, have you traced the sale of any of the loot? Have you gotten any ransom notes?" Convince me!

Ausfaller threw back his head and laughed.

"What's funny?"

"We have hundreds of ransom notes. Any mental deficient can write a ransom note, and these disappearances have had a good deal of publicity. The demands were all fakes. I wish one or another had been genuine. A son of the Patriarch of Kzin was aboard Wayfarer when she disappeared. As for loot--hmm. There has been a fall in the black market prices of boosterspice and gem woods. Otherwise-" He shrugged. "There has been no sign of the Barr originals or the Midas Rock or any of the more conspicuous treasures aboard the missing s.h.i.+ps."

"Then you don't know one way or another."

"No. Will you go with us?"

"I haven't decided yet. When are you leaving?"

They'd be taking off tomorrow morning from the East End. That gave me time to make up my mind.

After dinner I went back to my room, feeling depressed. Carlos was going, that was clear enough. Hardly my fault... but he was here on Jinx because he'd done me and Sharrol a large favor. If he was killed going home...

A tape from Sharrol was waiting in my room. There were pictures of the children, Tanya and Louis, and shots of the apartment she'd found us in the Twin Peaks arcology, and much more.

I ran through it three times. Then I called Ausfaller's room. It had been just too futzy long.

I circled Jinx once on the way out. I've always done that, even back when I was flying for Nakamura Lines; and no pa.s.senger has ever objected.

Jinx is the close moon of a gas giant planet more ma.s.sive then Jupiter, and smaller than Jupiter because its core has been compressed to degenerate matter. A billion years ago Jinx and Primary were even closer, before tidal drag moved them apart. This same tidal force had earlier locked Jinx's rotation to Primary and forced the moon into an egg shape, a prolate spheroid. When the moon moved outward its shape became more nearly spherical; but the cold rock surface resisted change.

That is why the ocean of Jinx rings its waist, beneath an atmosphere too compressed and too hot to breathe; whereas the points nearest to and furthest from Primary, the East and West Ends, actually rise out of the atmosphere.

From s.p.a.ce Jinx looks like G.o.d's Own Easter Egg: the Ends bone white tinged with yellow; then the brighter glare from rings of glittering ice fields at the limits of the atmosphere; then the varying blues of an Earthlike world, increasingly overlaid with the white frosting of cloud as the eyes move inward, until the waist of the planet/moon is girdled with pure white. The ocean never shows at all.

I took us once around, and out.

Sirius has its own share of floating miscellaneous matter cluttering the path to interstellar s.p.a.ce. I stayed at the controls for most of five days, for that reason and because I wanted to get the feel of an unfamiliar s.h.i.+p.

Hobo Kelly was a belly-landing job, three hundred feet long, of triangular cross section.

Beneath an up-tilted, forward-thrusting nose were big clamsh.e.l.l doors for cargo. She had adequate belly jets and a much larger fusion motor at the tail, and a line of windows indicating cabins. Certainly she looked harmless enough; and certainly there was deception involved. The cabin should have held forty or fifty, but there was room only for four. The rest of what should have been cabin s.p.a.ce was only windows with holograph projections in them.

The drive ran sure and smooth up to a maximum at ten gravities: not a lot for a s.h.i.+p designed to haul ma.s.sive cargo. The cabin gravity held without putting out more than a fraction of its power. When Jinx and Primary were invisible against the stars, when Sirius was so distant I could look directly at it, I turned to the hidden control panel Ausfaller had unlocked for me. Ausfaller woke up, found me doing that, and began showing me which did what.

He had a big X-ray laser and some smaller laser cannon set for different frequencies. He had four selfguided fusion bombs. He had a telescope so good that the ostensible s.h.i.+p's telescope was only a finder for it. He had deep-radar.

And none of it showed beyond the discolored hull.

Ausfaller was armed for Banders.n.a.t.c.hi. I felt mixed emotions. It seemed we could fight anything, and run from it too. But what kind of enemy was be expecting?