Doctor Who_ The Art Of Destruction Part 19

'What's gonna happen if the s.h.i.+p takes off?' Rose asked.

'The s.h.i.+p's a champagne cork and the volcano's the bottle,' said the Doctor, still dragging her along. 'The bottle's shaking, surrounding lava's fizzing up and the cork's gonna pop, go shooting out, right into s.p.a.ce. Whoooos.h.!.+' He laughed out loud. 'That's if there's enough power getting through to the drive systems.'

Rose was too busy choking on dust to join in the laughter. 'And if there isn't?'

'The whole bottle explodes. Very, very messily.' He tugged her along more urgently. 'Now, save your breath and keep running. Reaching the Wurm s.h.i.+p's our only chance!'

The four of them pushed on with the unconscious Wurm. Rose half-wished she was out of it too. With every step she imagined the ground breaking up beneath her, or the roof falling in. It was stiflingly hot and, with diabolic red lights glaring from the walls, it felt as if they were charging through h.e.l.l.

At last they reached the exit doors and came out into open air. The rotten-egg stench of sulphur made Rose want to retch. She could see a poisonous yellow cloud belching from the spout of the volcano.

'It's going to erupt!' she shouted, fear rooting her to the spot.

'The Wurm s.h.i.+p,' the Doctor bellowed. 'Come on on.'

Rose forced herself into action, running alongside the golden couple, Korr on his stretcher, the Doctor leading the way up the sticky, muddy slope towards the waiting s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. But in her heart she already knew it was too late. There was an ear-splitting boom as the air itself seemed to split apart. Rose fell flat on her face in the thick, muddy slime, scrabbled at green shoots to pull herself up, twisted round to see the top of the volcano explode. A long, twisting shard of burnished metal burst out: the Valnaxi s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, like an arrow shot into the stars. But the thick blanket of burning, white-hot debris that had burst out with it was already falling back to Earth.182.

Rose realised that it would rain down right on top of them. She scrabbled up the muddy slope, into the Doctor's arms. He bent over her, s.h.i.+elding her body with his own.

But the debris never hit.

It showered down, but then bounced and scattered and burned up a good ten metres from the ground, as if an invisible umbrella had opened over them to absorb the deadly rain.

'Ha-haaaa!' whooped the Doctor. 'Neutronic part.i.tion!'

'I'm glad you got to the mud slopes in time,' Adiel called from a hatch in the rubbery belly of the s.h.i.+p. 'We saw you coming, but it seems that's as far as the forcefield extends.'

The Doctor looked impressed. 'You worked out the controls?'

'We were able to twist Faltato's arms on your behalf. All four of them.'

'Thanks,' said Rose, closing her eyes. 'Doctor, we made it!'

'And so did they,' he murmured, staring up at the Valnaxi s.h.i.+p, now little more than a speck disappearing into the ashen sky. Rose looked at him. 'They'll go on fighting, won't they?'

He shrugged. 'Who knows? If the situation's tight enough, maybe they'll call a truce. But fingers crossed, they won't ever return. I'll wipe the memory of the flight systems on Korr's s.h.i.+p too, save any reprisals against humanity. . . '

Adiel had moved a little way down the slope. 'You going to introduce us to your friends?'

The male and the female looked at the Doctor.

'Don't know who you mean,' he said lightly. 'There's no one here. No one I need to worry about.' He looked at them both, stared deep into their golden eyes. 'Is there?'

Slowly they smiled and shook their heads.

The Doctor took one end of Korr's stretcher and gestured that Rose should take the other. They carried him up the sticky slope. Rose glanced back when they'd reached the s.h.i.+p. But the golden couple had already gone.183.

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They couldn't leave till the Wurms' landing-site muck was cleared, since the TARDIS lay buried beneath it. It had taken two days already for the returning workers to get the mountain down as far as they had.

With a twinge of guilt a small one, mind, after what she'd been through lately Rose watched the staff beavering away from the comfort of the airconditioned common room, s.h.i.+fting the muck and storing it out of sight in the surviving lava tubes. She half-smiled. The Doctor didn't like to hang around and deal with the fallout of their adventures, but when the fallout was this big and this smelly there wasn't a lot he could do.

Luckily there had been plenty of loose ends to tie up. When the Valnaxi s.h.i.+p had crashed out of Mount Tarsus, with all the smoke and tremors the world and his wife a.s.sumed the volcano had erupted.

'We'll have aid workers turning up in droves,' the Doctor had moaned. 'Can't have them finding a Wurrn wars.h.i.+p. It's got to go.'

'I am more than ready to leave,' Faltato had replied prissily. Turned out he'd only saved their lives with the forcefield because he couldn't fly the s.h.i.+p on his own. It was Korr the half-a-Wurm he'd been protecting.185.

'What of the Valnaxi filth?' the Wurm had snarled, twitching beside Faltato in the pilot's seat.

'Dead,' the Doctor had told him. 'Nothing left of them.'

'Then my comrades did not die in vain.'

The Doctor had stared down at him then, suddenly looking so tired.

'Oh. . . push off.'

'h.e.l.lo, Rose.' Adiel breezed into the room, grabbed a drink from the fridge.

'h.e.l.lo, Acting Director,' Rose replied.

Adiel looked tired as h.e.l.l but as happy as someone who'd been there and come back. The Doctor was right. That muck is a gift. It's like a dream. Too much to hope for.'

Rose grinned. 'You've run your tests and simulations and that?'

'Anything grows in it, under pretty much any conditions. Anything Anything. With yields six to eight times greater than you'd get with even the most fertile soil on Earth.' She swigged down her drink, threw the carton into the bin in the corner like she was shooting a hoop. 'And there are no side effects, nothing dangerous in the food, nothing that could harm the environment nothing obvious anyway '

Rose raised her eyebrows. 'But you're gonna check it out properly, yeah?'

'Yeah, yeah,' bubbled Adiel. 'But used in the right way, rationed out and strictly controlled, this stuff could revolutionise farming. Turn around the world's food shortage. It could '

'Radical thinking,' she said pointedly. 'Fynn would approve.'

Adiel's face clouded just a little, but she nodded. 'The proof of what Fynn did. . . It's buried. Buried along with his fungus.' she paused, as if wrestling with some problem or maybe her conscience. 'I'm going to do my best to make sure it stays buried. I have to.'

Rose remembered Adiel's words back in the common room, when the girl had thought she wasn't being overheard. 'For the greater good?'

'The last thing we need is any whiff of scandal, any excuse for the corporations and multinationals to jump in and take control.' Adiel's 186 expression had grown fierce, but now her face softened. 'And with Fynn dead too, all that belongs to the past. Better it stays there than comes out and jeopardises the future.' She smiled. That mud could save millions of lives. It honestly could. So I'm going to say it was spewed up in that mysterious volcanic eruption and file a claim in the name of the African people.'

'Seriously?' Rose smiled properly. 'You can do that?' Adiel smiled and lowered her voice. 'With all the admin generated by our little "natural" disaster here, it'll take our sponsors months to notice.'

'And by the time she's finished doing her tests and telling the world what's what,' said Basel, breezing into the room, 'the paperwork will all be sorted, nice and legal.'

'h.e.l.lo, here's trouble,' said Rose, grinning up at him. He took off his straw hat and chucked it on a chair. 'People been either taking from us or giving us handouts way too long,' he said.

'Now we're gonna coin it, big time.'

Rose nodded. 'So this sort of bio-piracy's OK, then?'

'When the stuff you're pirating's from, like, Jupiter, it don't count,'

Basel reasoned. 'Whole world's gonna want a piece of this miracle mud, and they can pay for it.' He tapped his nose. Through this.'

'Pricing will be fair, Basel,' said Adiel patiently. This stuff can help starving people the world over.'

'Uh-huh,' said Basel. 'Starting here.'

Rose smiled. 'You'll be sticking around, then?'

'Course. And I'm gonna keep schooling myself up. Gonna need credibility. It's us against the fat cats, the big businesses.'

'We'll need to buy ourselves out of the agri-unit system and set up independently,' agreed Adiel. 'It's going to be a h.e.l.l of a lot of hard work. . . but we'll get there.'

There were different ways to save the planet, Rose reflected. Shortterm fixes and long-haul solutions. Looked like Adiel and Basel and the others were in this for the duration, maybe for their whole lives. That was cool.

But what did the future hold for her? she wondered.

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Solomon wondered how long it would take Adiel to find his letter of resignation on the shambles of her desk.

He'd waited a couple of days before making it official, but his mind had been made up from the start. It was time to go home. Not to the city. To the old village. Gouronkah, his home.

It had been almost levelled by the tremors from the volcano. Its people needed help; Solomon had been giving aid in secret for too long. Now he was going to do things properly. His kids had urban citizens.h.i.+p. They could make up their minds whether they would follow him back to Gouronkah or forge their own lives in the city. He would support them as best he could in whatever they decided. But right now he needed to do this.

How many people had died because he'd touched a golden panel? And yet how many people might now live in the future because of the chain of events he had set in motion?

The Doctor said that if he hadn't touched the plaque ahead of the Wurms, the whole world might have ended up a smoking cinder. But the only smoking cinders he had seen were those of Kanjuchi, and the men on the gate, the animals and birds. . . They had all died in consequence of what he had done.

Solomon knew you couldn't change what you'd done in the past. But if you wanted to, you could make amends.

No more compromises, no more standing awkwardly between two worlds, no more wasting time. Solomon walked out through the main gates and very nearly smiled to himself. It was time to do things right. The Earth's solar system was dwindling on the monitors, and Faltato was sipping tea and yawning in equal measure. He had spent a dark day and night wondering just how he would cope with the lengthy journey back to his s.h.i.+p.

The tactic he'd hit on was to lord it over the battered Worm as much as possible.

He waggled his teacup. 'I think I'd like another, Korr. When you're ready.'

'I am not your servant, leggy sc.u.m!' the Wurm raged. 188 'But you are very, very very grateful, I hope,' said Faltato smoothly. 'I saved you. Carried you out of that volcano myself. Under your warrior code, you owe me your life and your loyalty.' He settled back in his seat. 'So just ambulate along and make the tea, hmm?' grateful, I hope,' said Faltato smoothly. 'I saved you. Carried you out of that volcano myself. Under your warrior code, you owe me your life and your loyalty.' He settled back in his seat. 'So just ambulate along and make the tea, hmm?'

Already he was losing himself in future plans. He would leave with the finest of those art treasures on board, enough to pay off his debts, impress his peers and wow the ladies. He might even fund an expedition to locate that last, lost Valnaxi s.h.i.+p and its hidden vault of masterpieces. Or maybe simply set himself up in a little antiques place on Hastus Minor. . .

Korr wriggled painfully past him on his way out towards the galley.

'Two sugars!' Faltato called after him.

Rose went out to join the Doctor beside the smelly but salvaged TARDIS, free of the mud mountain at last. Through a yellow-grey cloud of volcanic smoke, the African sun was starting to set behind the shattered peak of Mount Tarsus.

It was a beautiful sight but the Doctor had eyes only for his police box.

'You gonna wash it, then?' Rose wondered. 'It's well mucky.'

He considered. 'There's an Oulion rocket-wash opening on t.i.tan in 900 years' time. Pretty reasonable rates, as I recall.'

'And what about this place in 900 years' time?' she asked.

'Year 3000?' He grinned. 'Middle of Africa's third golden age.'

'So it's gonna be goodbye to the Third World, then?'

He nodded. 'With a little help from a fourth.'

Rose frowned. 'You don't normally like that. I mean, nicking alien technology and stuff '

'Oh, it's only mud! Anyway, it's always going on fact of life,' he said dismissively. 'Is it better that the Henry van Stattens of this world get their hands on it every time? Nah, let the little people have a go. Let them grow big. 'Cause their dreams are even bigger.'

He looked out at the sunset himself for a while. Then he opened the TARDIS doors and she walked into the welcoming sea-green coolness 189 of the control room. The Doctor banged the doors shut behind them and was soon tugging away at the console's switches and levers.

'What about those two Valnaxi? You're just going to leave them here on Earth?'

'Africa's been their home longer than anywhere else.'

She s.h.i.+vered. 'One of them looks like me, though. . . '

'Maybe more than just looks,' he said distantly. 'When they sifted through you for the template. . . '

'What?'

'Oh, I dunno. . . ' He looked pensive for a moment. 'They get one chance, that's all. But I think they'll be OK.'

'You hope hope,' said Rose.

'What's wrong with travelling hopefully?' He gave her a beguiling grin. 'I've turned it into an art form. . . '

He threw the final switch and the TARDIS heaved itself into the time vortex, taking them on to new adventures.

On the edges of the desert, Male and Female sat in silent wonder, feeling the setting African sun on their skin.

'The sun feels good,' said Male.

'Free,' murmured Female. 'Free feels good. Free of the ancient obligations. There is nothing we can do for our race now.'

Male agreed. 'They will survive in their disembodied state. Perhaps they can sense their way back to the home world. Then '

'There is nothing we can do for our race now,' Female said again, 'so we must live for ourselves.' She looked down at her bare arms. The golden pigment was slowly darkening.

'But where shall we go?' whispered Male. 'How shall we live?'