Hunted Earth - The Ring Of Charon Part 32

The images streamed unendingly across the video screen. Towering pillars of flying stone and dust and ice and gas surging up into the skies of Mars, Mercury, Venus, Ganymede, t.i.tan, Tethys.

Monstrous spin-storms arcing up into orbital velocity from Jupiter and Saturn. The Landers were attacking.

Endless as the terror seemed, yet the end was coming. One by one, the commlinks to the other worlds were dying as clouds of ionized dust jammed radio and laser signals.

Larry sat before the Nenya's comm station and shook his head, watching the signals come through.

How could humans stand against all this? How could the Charonians be stopped, when no one even understood what they were doing? Larry found himself breathing hard, fear and exhaustion overtaking him. He forced himself to lean back, eyes closed, and relax. He felt the tension ease out of him, at least for a moment. Better. Better.

"We've lost contact with Mars again," Raphael was saying, his voice quiet and somber. "The ionized dust is jamming out radio and laser. The Lunar comm stations are sending to all the planets and listening on every alternate frequency they can think of, but there's no way of knowing if Mars canhear us, or if they're sending on some frequency we haven't tried. And the Saint Anthony has got problems. Earth warned us there was some sort of Charonian s.p.a.cecraft or robot or something homing in on it."

"We won't have the probe too much longer,"

Vespasian said, with a hint of sadness.

Dr. Raphael remembered how much pride Vespasian had taken in naming the probe, how attached to it he felt. "Good Saint Anthony has already done the most important job," Raphael said in as comforting a voice as he could manage. "He found Earth for us again. That should be some comfort if all else is lost."

The skies were full of fire.

Marcia looked up into the Martian night, to where the stars had been replaced by terror. To the southeast, the closest jet of matter was being blasted into s.p.a.ce. It was a glowing pillar of flame, air friction, ionization effects, electrical discharges, and whatever strange side effects the Charonian gravity beam caused, all combining to set the matter jet flickering and s.h.i.+mmering with power.

Out on the surface, there was a constant splas.h.i.+ng of dust jets as random bits of debris fell back from the central matter jet and slammed into the ground. Pieces of debris, some of them boulder-size or larger, were also falling in the city.

The sky itself was glowing, sheets and plumes of dust and rubble streaming off the matter jets, spreading across s.p.a.ce, far out enough to be free of the planet's shadow, free to catch the glow of the hidden Sun. Another dust storm suddenly snapped into being, ruddy sands swept up into the loweratmosphere by the chaos to the south, shrouding the world in blood.

"Do you honestly think they mean us no harm?"

Marcia whispered to herself, remembering Larry's question, the memory of his recorded voice echoing in her mind. He had asked that of Raphael, somewhere in the hours and hours of records that she had played back. But the horrifying answer to the question was that they had no intentions at all toward humans. Nothing so small and insignificant ever entered into the Charonians' calculations.

Marcia had a sudden strange image of herself as a microbe looking up from its gla.s.s slide, suddenly realizing the cleaning solution is about to splash down, cascading down onto her world, wiping her away, clearing her away to make room for something new.

She glanced back toward the research library, where Sondra worked the communications console, desperately searching the radio spectrum for any word from anywhere.

But there was nothing to hear. All contact with the outside universe had been lost. Never, in all her life, had all the lines been so utterly cut. The lines to Earth, to her husband, to her work at VISOR, to her whole life. All of it was gone.

So what happened now? she wondered.

There was a new series of flas.h.i.+ng explosions in the southern sky. Marcia looked out the windows, past the terrible sights plain to the eye. She tried to see the future, the days still coming. Even Port Viking could not hold together if these storms continued. The dome had taken a year's worth of punctures in the last day. The air would leak out.

Power would fail as the dust blew in, as the Charonian onslaught smashed equipment and threw it into the sky. The Charonians would work their will. Humanity would be wiped clean off Mars.

And then the same on all the other worlds of theSolar System. That would be the end of the human future in the Solar System. And then... her throat choked up, and she began to cry, watching the flaming sky through tear-fogged eyes.

And then, the rest was silence.

Sondra awoke slumped over the comm console.

She must have dozed off mere. There was a beeping noise coming from somewhere. She blinked, still half-asleep, and looked around. There was Marcia, collapsed on one of the couches. But what the h.e.l.l was that beeping? Suddenly she realized it was coming from the comm system. The status board was flas.h.i.+ng a message, "COMM CHANNEL CLEAR, TEXT MESSAGE INCOMING FROM.

LUNAR TRANSMITTER," it read.

Sondra snapped awake. The jamming had cleared, at least for the moment. The signal's status-coding sideband showed that the incoming message had been repeating for over an hour.

Wait a second. If one signal could get in, then another could get out. They had written up a long text message the night before, asking for a tap on the Moonpoint Ring, and had prepared it for transmission. Now Sondra reached for the controls and sent it off toward the Moon, setting it to repeat over and over again. With luck, their idea on tapping the Moonpoint Ring in the Multisystem would still get through in time.

But what about the incoming message? She punched a few keys and it began scrolling across the screen, too fast for her to catch more than a word or two of it. But that was enough.

"Oh my G.o.d," she said. She jumped up andrushed to the couch. "Marcia! Marcia! My G.o.d, Marcia. Wake up." She grabbed Marcia by the shoulder and shook her hard. "Your husband, Marcia."

Marcia opened her eyes and sat bolt upright. "My husband? Gerald? What about him?"

"We're getting a message from him," Sondra said. "Some kind of technical report he wrote and relayed through the Saint Anthony. It's coming in now."

But Marcia was already seating herself at the comm unit, printing out a hard copy. She grabbed the first page as it scrolled from the printer. "Oh sweet Jesus, he is alive!" she said. "He's okay."

Sondra stepped back a bit, unwilling to intrude on such a private moment. She watched Marcia as she eagerly read through the pages. What was it like to love someone that much? Sondra wondered.

"It's a tech report," Marcia said. "Very official.

But he managed to work in that he had read our reports on the Landers." She looked up at Sondra and her eyes were s.h.i.+ning. "That's for me. He's telling me that he knows I'm alive." She kept reading, her eyes running eagerly down the page.

But then Marcia's expression changed, turned to something other than delight. To shock, and surprise. She let her hands drop, still holding the papers. "He's figured it out," she said at last, her voice small and still. "Or at least a big part of it. At least he's got a theory."

"Figured out what?" Sondra asked. "A theory about what?"

"About what the Charonians are," she said.

"They're von Neumanns. That's it. That's got to be it."

"That's what?"

"The answer, the explanation. The key to it all.

Not all by itself, but it's a start." Marcia stood up,still holding the pages of the message, and stared off into s.p.a.ce, carefully thinking it all out. "It makes sense," she said. "They've got to be von Neumanns."

"Will you please quit saying 'von Neumanns' and explain what they are?" Sondra demanded.

"It's very simple," Marcia said. "How did we miss it? A von Neumann machine is any device that can exactly duplicate itself out of locally available raw materials. A toaster that could not only toast bread but build more toasters out of things found in the kitchen would be a von Neumann toaster. It's a very old concept, named for the scientist who dreamed it up.

"But von Neumann's real idea was to build a von Neumann stars.h.i.+p," Marcia said. "A robot explorer that could fly from one star system to another, explore the system-and then duplicate itself a few dozen times, maybe mining asteroids for materials.

It would send out new von Neumanns, duplicates of itself, from there. Then each new exploration robot would travel on to a nearby star, duplicate itself, and start the cycle again. Each machine would report back to the home planet on what it found.

Even given a fairly slow transit speed between stars, you could explore a huge volume of s.p.a.ce in just a few hundred years. Traveling, exploring, reproducing, over and over again."

"Wait a second," Sondra protested. "The Charonians haven't done any of those things.

They're not travelers, and they're not explorers, and they aren't reproducing-"

"Oh yes, they are," Marcia said. "Remember, the labs found three different alien genetic codes in their genes? Maybe these Charonians haven't gone anywhere, but that means they and their ancestors have been to at least three other star systems that had life. Finding them all would take a lot of traveling and exploring. And look how many of them there are-they've certainly done some reproducing!"Sondra sat down at the comm console and thought about it. "Okay, okay. I can see that. But that's not the whole story. There has to be something more. It doesn't quite fit. Why is the Wheel hidden in the Moon? What were the Landers doing riding around in asteroids all this time? And how does stealing Earth and attacking the planets fit in? Wait a second. Old stars.h.i.+p ideas. That reminds me of something else. Another old idea."

She thought about it for a moment. At last she remembered. "Seeds.h.i.+ps. That's it. It was a stars.h.i.+p concept intended more for colonizing planets than for exploration. The logic was that a life-support system would be the biggest, heaviest part of a s.p.a.cecraft-so you eliminate it. Instead, you freeze down a bunch of genetically perfect embryos, or fertilized eggs-or just sperm and ova. Maybe not just of the intelligent life-form, but the local equivalent of dogs and pigs and cats and chickens, or maybe Tyrannosaurus rex, if that suits your fancy. Any life-forms that might be handy at the other end. You pack them all up and launch them off.

"When the seeds.h.i.+p finds a habitable planet, it lands, thaws out the embryos, and decants them.

Then the s.h.i.+p-or its robots, or whatever-educates the kids as they grow. It raises the first generation of settlers. And if your designers were good enough, the s.h.i.+p could be programmed to do gene engineering, modify that first generation to survive better on whatever sort of world they end up on.

Directed evolution."

"But that doesn't have anything to do with what's happened here, either." Marcia protested.

"No. But suppose you combined the ideas,"

Sondra said. "Suppose you decided to build a von Neumann seeds.h.i.+p. A seeds.h.i.+p that knew how to do genetic tinkering, not only on gene codes from its homeworld, but smart enough to a.n.a.lyze other codes as well and use whatever was useful in them.Like Earth-style DNA. A machine that could duplicate itself, a machine programmed to duplicate itself and to send new seeds out among the stars, spreading out in all directions. A machine that was capable of modifying, improving itself, and modifying the life-forms it carried. Mining not asteroids, but living worlds, like Earth. Not just mining metal and fuel as raw materials, but life itself."

Marcia nodded. "I can see that. But the present-day Charonians aren't like that. Seeds.h.i.+ps like the ones you've described wouldn't have a reason to hide in asteroids."

"Maybe they do, and we don't know what it is,"

Sondra said. "Maybe they've just been in a dormant phase for a while and the gravity-wave beam woke them up." But then she frowned and shook her head. "Wait a second. Their use of gravity waves and wormholes. We haven't accounted for that."

"So let's go back a bit," Marcia said. "Let's talk about earlier stages in their development. Not the way the Charonians are now, but an intermediate stage between the way they were first made and the way they are now. Millions, tens or hundreds of millions of years ago." She thought for a second.

"Suppose, way back when, the Charonians were von Neumann seeds.h.i.+ps. Suppose a few things went wrong-at least from the viewpoint of the original designers. Suppose the s.h.i.+ps just evolved off in an unexpected direction?"

Marcia put the message sheets down on the comm unit and walked back to sit on the couch she had been sleeping on. "The plan when the first s.h.i.+p was sent out was to spread life, and the duplication of the s.h.i.+ps and so on was subordinate to spreading life. Then that point got lost, or changed. After all, it's the machines doing all the work. Suppose the machines decided it was more important that they be duplicated-and then subordinated spreading life to spreading machines?"Suppose the s.h.i.+ps started modifying their pa.s.sengers, started breeding them so they were genetically driven to build more seeds.h.i.+ps?" Marcia asked. "They could hardwire building skills into the pa.s.sengers, so that building new seeds.h.i.+ps becomes an instinct, a primal need. Maybe they start cutting and pasting DNA, or whatever they use instead of DNA. Take some T. rex genes, some dog and cow genes, combine them with the intelligent life-form's genome. They land on a new world full of life and find some handy codings there. They cut and paste those in, too."

"Wait a second," Sondra protested. "No human would let a machine loose to modify human DNA."

"We wouldn't. Humans wouldn't do it, no. The very idea is repellant to us. But we're not talking humans here. Suppose there were aliens with no taboos against such things? The idea disgusts me too, but imagine how fast things could change, how dramatically a species could evolve, if such things were permitted.

"They kept evolving," Marcia went on. "The machines modifying themselves, the organic forms breeding themselves, machines tinkering with their own programming, and modifying the descendants of the organic Charonian pa.s.sengers and their worker-animals. The seeds.h.i.+ps developed machines that worked with special-bred animals, and bred animals that needed mechanical implants, that couldn't survive without them. Until the line between living and machine was completely blurred, until the Charonians didn't even bother with the distinction anymore, until there was no clear line anymore between the Charonians, their machines, and their worker-animals. They all merged into one hugely complex ent.i.ty. All the forms rely on each other to survive. Call it a multispecies."

"Okay, good," Sondra said. "But the s.h.i.+ps were still the key. The seeds.h.i.+ps become the dominantform of the Charonians," Sondra said. "They didn't need organic-style intelligence to tell them what to do anymore. Somewhere along the line, the original Charonians lost out. That must be true, because they're not there anymore. After all, it had to be living, sentient creatures who built the first s.h.i.+ps."

"It makes sense," Marcia said. "I doubt we have it precisely right, but if we accept the idea that the Charonians of today started out as von Neumann seeds.h.i.+ps, built by creatures something like us, then they've certainly changed, mutated along the way to get to be what they are now. But that wasn't the end of their development. We haven't explained the Lunar Wheel, or the Multisystem. How do they fit in?"

Sondra scratched her head. "Let's take a pa.s.s at it from another direction. Let's think of their biology, their technology, the ages that went by in a breeding cycle. The ages of their lives and deaths. A s.h.i.+p with a computer full of machine blueprints and a hold full of dormant animals or dormant embryos would launch from a system, and drift between the stars for centuries, maybe for tens or hundreds of thousands of years, until it found a star system with a life-bearing world. Maybe the s.h.i.+p would pa.s.s the time during the flight by tinkering with the genes of the animals and blueprints of the machines. Finally the s.h.i.+p would land, and if need be, it would genetically modify its animals once again so they could survive on the new world.

"The animals-some of them descended from the s.h.i.+p's designers-would go out into the world, breed as fast as they could, while mining that planet for raw materials and building more s.h.i.+ps-perhaps thousands of s.h.i.+ps, or millions. The s.h.i.+pbuilding would be like everything else-a reflex action, a complex instinct.

"The new s.h.i.+ps would take their pa.s.sengers aboard and launch out into s.p.a.ce, out to search for new worlds. Maybe one s.h.i.+p in a thousand, one in amillion, would manage to cross the sky, reach a new star and survive to reproduce, but that would be enough for the whole cycle to repeat, over and over again."

Marcia looked up. "But that's so inefficient," she objected. "Breeding-planets would be light-years, dozens or hundreds of light-years apart. And they would chew up any life-bearing worlds they used.

Look what they're doing to Mars, outside that window, right now. If their ancestors were even half that size, the planetside breeding binges needed to stock a new generation of seeds.h.i.+ps would do tremendous damage to an ecosystem."

"You're right. They'd eat everything in sight,"

Sondra agreed. "None of the native animals would be able to find food. The Charonians would wreck everything, trying to breed as heavily as possible.

And they'd be doing their mining and their s.h.i.+pbuilding at the same time. It'd be a hundred times worse than the way we polluted Earth. And look at the damage we did before we knew better.

But it wouldn't be a problem for the Charonians.

They'd be leaving. They wouldn't care about the mess they left behind." Her eyes suddenly grew wide. "Jesus," she said. "We're talking about stuff that happened millions of years ago, and we know from the DNA they found in the carrier-bug that the Charonians landed on Earth sometime in the distant past. Do you think maybe the Charonians landed on Earth and wiped out the dinosaurs?"

Marcia blinked in surprise. "It could be. It's been pretty well nailed down that the dinosaurs were killed by an asteroid impact where Iceland is now.

But if a Lander seeds.h.i.+p malfunctioned and crashed, it would be just like a real asteroid cras.h.i.+ng. Maybe two Lander seeds.h.i.+ps were traveling together. One crashed, and the other survived to breed. The impact killed most of the dinosaurs, and the breeding binge afterwards was more than the survivors could take."Marcia rubbed her eyes and tried to think. "But getting back to the point at hand," Marcia said, turning the conversation back, "the breeding binges were basically parasitic, sucking the life out of a world. That would not only deplete the animal and plant populations, it would wreck the ecosystem.

But the Charonians would care about that.

Life-bearing planets must be very rare. Some future seeds.h.i.+p would need that world again for some future breeding binge. And ma.s.s extinctions would wipe out the genetic diversity the Charonians needed as raw material for their bioengineering."

Marcia paused for a moment, staring into s.p.a.ce.

"And we're forgetting gravity again. We're forgetting that somewhere along the line the Charonians learned how to manipulate gravity.

How does that fit? Maybe the original Charonians knew how and taught the first seeds.h.i.+p. Maybe a seeds.h.i.+p landed on a planet and conquered a species that knew how. But somehow they learned how to use wormholes, how to use black holes as a power source."

Sondra thought for a long moment. "And that was important. Without it, they couldn't have become what they are. They use gravity control for everything. It had to be a turning point. Maybe they were short of life-bearing planets, but in every other way, they were rich. They had all of s.p.a.ce and time to work with, endless rock and metal and volatiles in free s.p.a.ce. All that was holding them back was the planet shortage."

She paused for a long moment. Suddenly she slapped her palm down on the comm console. "So they decided to do something about the planet shortage. That's it. That's got to be it, the last piece in the puzzle, Once they had gravity control, they had power, incredible power. So they built the Sphere, the Multisystem, and stocked it with stars and planets. And now I think we know why." Sondra looked at Marcia, let her come to the same answershe had found, if for no other reason than to convince herself she wasn't crazy.

Marcia's face went pale. "It's a nature preserve,"

she said. "The Charonians built the Dyson Sphere, the Multisystem, as a nature preserve for wild planets, as a place for planets to heal between breeding binges, a central storage place where the seeds.h.i.+ps could always find breeding planets.

"But don't forget the Charonians would still be deliberately modifying themselves, directing their own evolution," Marcia said. "How far would that go? How far could it go? Suppose the Sphere became the Charonians, the ruling intellect.

Suppose the Sphere took over from the seeds.h.i.+ps, just as the seeds.h.i.+ps had taken over control from the original, organic intelligent life-form. If the Dyson Sphere took over, it would design a new life cycle, using the ancient patterns in a new way. It was built to store the life-bearing worlds of the Multisystem, for the convenience of the seeds.h.i.+ps.

But if it started working for itself, for its own purposes, it would change that, take control of the life cycle and breed any independent streak out of the seeds.h.i.+ps. Which means the first, biological Charonians and the second, seeds.h.i.+p Charonians are both extinct. So neither of those types are in charge."

"It's the Sphere," Sondra said, almost whispering.

"The Sphere itself is running things. We've been wondering who's been running it, when all the time it's been running everything."

"Hold it a second," Marcia said. She got up and sat next to Sondra at the comm unit. She grabbed a pencil and a sheet of paper and started taking notes. "So we've got a Dyson Sphere using its stock of breeding worlds to grow new forms. It puts them aboard seeds.h.i.+ps-though now it's only one creature to a seeds.h.i.+p, because the creatures are so big. The seeds.h.i.+ps go out, just as they always have.

They find a world, use it for breeding stock, andthen what?"