The Last Days Of Krypton Part 6

Early the next morning he emerged, fully dressed but bleary-eyed. He walked across the quiet, dew-spangled lawns from the manor house to the large research building. He had a two-hour window to launch his probe toward the red giant sun, but he wanted to finish the project before too many people might see the rocket plume even from far-off Kandor.

Lara interrupted him, calling his name as she ran out of the artists' guest quarters. "Jor-El, I'm glad you're back. I want to show you something. Follow me." She took him to the first obelisk stone she had painted, to show off what she had done. With the launch of his solar probe forgotten for now, he dutifully admired the placid image of a man whose head was shaved except for a thin, curly crown of silver hair above his ears. Around the face, the background was a confusing discordance of slashes, hues, and shapes. "Look at this obelisk and tell me what you see."

He frowned. "I see a man's face surrounded by pretty colored lines." She waited. Jor-El looked at her, then back at the painting, concentrating. "Is there something else?"

With a sigh and a wry smile, she said, "This panel is called Truth, Truth, and that is Kal-Ik, a man executed during the ancient city-state wars. I copied the facial features directly from a bust in the Kandor cultural museum. Do you know the story?" and that is Kal-Ik, a man executed during the ancient city-state wars. I copied the facial features directly from a bust in the Kandor cultural museum. Do you know the story?"

"I think I heard it once, but I didn't pay much attention...."

Lara stood very close to him, both of them facing the portrait. "All the advisers of the chieftain Nok insisted that his war was going well, that the battles would easily be won, that all of his soldiers would fight bravely for their chieftain. The so-called advisers s.h.i.+elded him from what was really happening. They continued to say what the chieftain wanted to hear, just so they could save their lives. But Kal-Ik knew this was not the truth. He demanded an audience with Nok and told him the grim reality. The chieftain grew angry, and when the advisers demanded that Kal-Ik retract his statements, he insisted that truth was more important than his life. So they killed him for it. Shortly afterward Nok was defeated."

Jor-El said, "I probably would have done the same in Kal-Ik's position. An unpleasant reality is preferable to a kind delusion."

"That explains the history. Now to explain the artwork." Lara took him closer to the obelisk and carefully guided him through what she meant by the opposing lines, the symbolism in the conflicting angles, the abstract shapes around the figure of Kal-Ik. Jor-El blinked with a dawning realization as he made the connections. He seemed almost abashed. "I didn't know that it all made any sort of...sense before."

"Art makes sense, Jor-El, but you have to look at it through a different set of mental filters. It isn't all quantifiable, cut and dried." She took him to each of the other eight obelisks she had completed in the previous day, similarly explaining the concepts she meant to convey. By the time they finished, he was delighted with these new revelations. She had done swift and brilliant work.

He wasn't looking forward to the day when Ora and Lor-Van left with their daughter and their crew back to the city. Maybe he could find some way to invite Lara to stay. He hoped so.

Without even thinking, he took her hand. "Now it's your turn to come with me. I need your help."

Behind the research building, he had built a paved launch zone with angled rails and scorched blast deflectors. Each one of his eight probe rockets was no more than two meters long, thin cylinders filled with concentrated explosive fuel directed through a thrust nozzle. The top of each launch tube held a transmitting probe, a scientific package that collected particles from the hurricane of the red giant's solar wind.

Lara stared around, seeing the evidence of the hot fires from previously launched rockets. "My brother showed me this place, but we did not know what you used it for. n.o.body seems to know."

Jor-El was puzzled. "n.o.body asked."

He asked Lara to a.s.sist him in carrying one of the remaining in-system rockets. Each data package was simple and redundant, but it provided him with the direct measurements he needed. His probes studied the outer layers of the swollen red giant. Each month, he shot a probe into s.p.a.ce and then recorded the flux levels, magnetic field lines, and the composition of the solar wind.

If anyone in the Council was aware of the streaks of light that arced into the starry blackness, they simply discounted the phenomenon. A few of them might have realized that Jor-El was up to something, but since they were not interested in the answers, they didn't ask questions.

Lara did not shy from lifting her end of the heavy cylinder and helping Jor-El to load it onto the polished launch rail. "This has the power to fly beyond our atmosphere? It can go all the way to Rao?"

"So far, only one of my rockets has failed. The chemical fuel has enough thrust to reach the target, but frankly it's not difficult to hit a celestial object as large as our sun. You just have to get close."

"And then what?"

"Then I can continue my uninterrupted monitoring of the solar cycle. Rao is in its final stages of life. A supernova could happen at any time."

Lara didn't even seem particularly alarmed. "But you have developed a plan to save us."

He had to catch himself from laughing. "You have a great deal of faith in me."

"Yes, I do."

"I have a few ideas."

Jor-El had indeed made plans, letting his imagination run free. He had drawn up designs for a huge fleet of arks.h.i.+ps, gigantic vessels that could be built only with a concerted worldwide effort. The s.h.i.+ps would be vast enough to take most, if not all, of Krypton's population. Jor-El didn't believe in thinking small. He had spent months dabbling with the designs, fine-tuning all of the details.

Sadly, because the Council had forbidden s.p.a.ce exploration for so many years, Jor-El had no idea where such arks.h.i.+ps could really go. Even with the best Kryptonian science, no one had yet proposed a workable faster-than-light stardrive that could take them to a new world. Nevertheless, he continued his sketches and his blueprints...just in case.

Once his new probe rocket was installed, Jor-El used his highest-resolution calipers to check the launch angle. The chemical fuel would take the projectile up above Krypton's atmosphere, directly into a tight intersecting orbit with the outer layers of the red giant. He knew the sensor package would transmit the vital data back, and he already feared what he would learn.

For the moment, though, he enjoyed the open expression of delight on Lara's face as she watched the ignition of flames, the thin cylinder streaking up off the launch rail and leaping into the sky, followed by a bright orange and black trail of smoke. How much more thrilling it would be, he thought, if Krypton had allowed him to build a real s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, a vessel that could carry a real person up into s.p.a.ce and out into the unknown to see all the amazing things the universe had to offer....

For now, he had to content himself with these small scientific launches.

Hearing the roar of the burning rocket, many other artists, including Lara's parents, rushed out of the guest quarters. They stared up into the sky, seeing the dissipating trail of smoke. Lara's mop-headed young brother raced over to her, begging to know what had happened. She frustrated him by refusing to answer, simply smiling in awe.

"Thank you, Jor-El. Now I have to get back to work." She clearly didn't want to go. "I need to finish the rest of the obelisks."

CHAPTER 15.

Without sending a message ahead through the communication plates, Zor-El arrived from Argo City with his urgent news. Jor-El rushed forward to meet the dark-haired man as his high-speed floater settled down in front of the main house. When the two embraced, Zor-El winced in pain. through the communication plates, Zor-El arrived from Argo City with his urgent news. Jor-El rushed forward to meet the dark-haired man as his high-speed floater settled down in front of the main house. When the two embraced, Zor-El winced in pain.

"You're hurt!" Jor-El saw that his brother's left arm was wrapped in a thick bandage, and his reddened complexion showed blisters and peeling skin from recent burns. "What happened to you?"

"It's a long and frightening story. I need your help."

"And you'll have it-that goes without saying." Jor-El quickly took the other man by his uninjured arm. "Come inside. Tell me everything."

In the shade next to a wall of rippling water that flowed down polished bloodstone, Zor-El sat back with a heavy sigh. He noticed the artists and scaffolding, the dramatic murals on the external walls, even the portraits painted on many of the mysterious obelisks, but he did not comment on them.

Zor-El's dark eyes were still red from exposure to the acrid smoke. "I've doc.u.mented severe seismic activity, deep quakes that are sure to rock all of Krypton very, very soon." He explained what he had discovered in the southern continent, to his brother's growing alarm, and then he dejectedly admitted how he had lost the data. "I don't know what it means, but I wanted to share this with you. I've never seen anything like it. That's why I came to you."

"The pressure in the core is building." Jor-El's expression was grave. "We could go see our father. Perhaps he can help."

The dark-haired man was surprised at the suggestion. "But he won't even know we're there."

"Nevertheless, we could use his wisdom now. We have to hope for some kind of reaction."

Originally a summer cottage, the isolated dacha had been built in the forested foothills two hours' journey from the estate. As his condition grew worse, old Yar-El and his wife, Charys, had chosen to live here in the shelter of tall trees, far from public view. The intimate home was constructed partly of fast-growing crystals, partly of stone, and framed and adorned with polished blackwood. Intricate wind chimes hung from rugged wooden rafters. As the two brothers arrived, the resinous forest air was utterly still, and only a rare tinkle of tones wafted around the small home.

Their gray-haired mother was outside tending her garden, a precisely arranged network of colorful herbs, vegetables, and blooming flowers. Though her face looked pale, and her shoulders were stooped, Charys straightened from her work to greet them with a genuine smile. "My boys!"

Jor-El stepped forward to hug her with his brother right behind him. "It's been too long, Mother."

"It's been too long for both of you," Charys scolded. She set down her gardening tools and led them up the walk to the porch. "Sometimes it gets lonely out here with only your father for company. I still prefer it to living in Kandor, though. I grew tired of the pitying stares from everyone I met, of so-called friends expressing sympathy. The worst were those who looked at me as if it were my fault-as if something I did cost Krypton the great mind of Yar-El."

Zor-El was quick to show a flash of anger. "Who did that to you?"

"Now, don't you worry. Come inside. Maybe your father will know who you are today, but I can't guarantee it."

The shadowy house smelled of sun-warmed wood and polis.h.i.+ng oils. Jor-El looked around the kitchen area, remembering the meals their mother had made for them when they were young. In a conservatory room that looked out on the wooded hills, old Yar-El sat in a chair like a mannequin, silently staring into the blacktree forest.

"Look who's come, Yar-El! Don't you want to greet them?" Gently touching his shoulder, Charys turned the chair. The old man's gaze remained fixed in a straight line, but she directed his head toward the two brothers. Jor-El looked for any sign of recognition, any flash in those once-brilliant eyes. His father didn't blink.

"He's quiet most of the time." She lovingly stroked his smooth cheek; Jor-El could see that she shaved him every day. "I can remember the way he was. I had many wonderful years with Yar-El, and two wonderful sons. That should be enough for any person."

She forced a smile, making herself appear strong and undefeated. "I sit with him while I work on my psychological treatise. I've made a great deal of progress in the last several months, and I'll submit it to the Academy soon." Charys looked at her husband with a wan smile. "Yar-El would be pleased to know that even after his...collapse, he's still providing ways for us to increase our understanding. I watch him, quantify my observations, record my thoughts, and draw conclusions. That's what he would do. My husband wouldn't want to let such a striking problem go unsolved."

"Too few people suffer from the Forgetting Disease to warrant a large-scale research effort," Jor-El said. "The doctors call it incurable, with unexplained causes."

"Is that good enough?" She snorted. "I don't believe it's just an obscure bacterium or undetectable virus. I believe the Forgetting Disease is a symptom of what is happening to all of Krypton's society."

Jor-El had already read his mother's theories and agreed with her thesis, though it frightened him. For so long, Kryptonians had had everything they needed; they lived happy lives, free of ambition or purpose, devoting themselves to comforts and diversions, simply whiling away the days. Although violent criminals were true abnormalities, genius and innovation were equally rare. That was one reason why genuinely brilliant men like Yar-El and his two sons managed to invent so many new things. Few other people made the effort.

Sadly, Jor-El's father had lost touch with the world around him.

People in Kandor muttered that the man had been too brilliant for his own good, that too many ideas had created a bottleneck in his head. In his last year of sanity, Yar-El had become increasingly manic, then swiftly lost his awareness of reality. Now catatonic, unable to break the logjam of thoughts, the old man was lost in another universe...a Phantom Zone in his own mind. Jor-El shuddered at the comparison.

Charys had spent years trying to understand both what had happened to her husband and what was causing the increasing number of anomalies on Krypton. According to her theory, everyone had been forced to be "average" for too many generations. "One cannot constrain an ever-growing thing without consequences," Charys had said.

If society inhibited the bell curve for too long, radical spikes would appear at either end. Some anomalies took the form of unorthodox geniuses like Jor-El and Zor-El, while others were heinous criminals who demonstrated their "genius" through violence and destruction rather than creation. Like the Butcher of Kandor.

Jor-El leaned close to Yar-El, looking deep into his eyes, but the old man did not focus. "Father, we need your wisdom! You have to help us with this crisis. Zor-El has discovered something very disturbing."

Charys turned to them. "What crisis?" She glanced from one brother to the other.

Jor-El quickly described the situation while his brother added details. With a grave nod, their mother said, "You both need to go to Kandor to explain the problem. If the Council has any sense, they'll devote Krypton's resources to a concerted a.n.a.lysis and solution."

"If they have any sense," Zor-El emphasized. they have any sense," Zor-El emphasized.

"I was hoping Father would hear the problem."

Charys spoke encouraging words into her husband's ear. "These are our sons, Yar-El. Can you speak to them? They need you. Krypton needs you."

Suddenly something changed. Their mother picked up on it first, but Jor-El also noticed a difference in his father's breathing. The old man s.h.i.+fted his body. He blinked and seemed alive again. Yar-El looked first at Jor-El, then at his brother. "My sons-good sons! Listen to me." The two leaned toward him, eager for any insight he might offer. "Do not be afraid to have children." Already the light was fading from Yar-El's eyes. "I am very proud of the ones that I had." He focused on some far-distant point, and his breathing went back to the shallow, mechanical rhythm of inhale and exhale.

Charys was visibly moved. Even though Yar-El hadn't been able to help his sons, his words acted like a tonic on her. "He hasn't reacted that way in a long time! He saw you. He knew knew you." you."

Jor-El tried not to let his disappointment show. "But he offered no insights on the crisis at hand."

Charys looked from one brother to the other. "Then you will have to solve that problem yourselves."

CHAPTER 16.

The pulsing red heat of early afternoon drove most Kandorians inside their buildings of veinrock or filtered crystal. Shops and offices closed down, and the pedestrian walkways were nearly deserted. But the plodding business of government continued inside the Council temple. early afternoon drove most Kandorians inside their buildings of veinrock or filtered crystal. Shops and offices closed down, and the pedestrian walkways were nearly deserted. But the plodding business of government continued inside the Council temple.

While his brother scanned the posted schedule, Jor-El insisted that no other prominent hearings could be more important than the ominous readings from the southern continent. Now that Zor-El had identified the problem, they both felt an urgent need to do do something about it. Zor-El had already begun making plans to dispatch another team to verify his data, to take more extensive measurements of the continuing eruptions. something about it. Zor-El had already begun making plans to dispatch another team to verify his data, to take more extensive measurements of the continuing eruptions.

But first they had a major obstacle to overcome: the Council itself.

The two sons of Yar-El entered the central ziggurat. Jor-El frowned to see only a spa.r.s.e audience in the tiers of public seats; he had hoped for a full hall with thousands of attentive ears to hear their momentous announcement. "My news will have to speak for itself," Zor-El said.

Side by side, the brothers descended five steps to an arched waiting foyer before the wide, empty speaking arena. A harried chamberlain intercepted them. "You wish to address the Council? I will add you to the schedule at their earliest convenience. We will contact you when-"

Jor-El coolly stood up to the man. "Come now, the leader of Argo City and Krypton's preeminent scientist do not need to be announced. Besides, I have a standing offer of a seat on the Council if ever I choose to accept it." As the ineffective chamberlain spluttered, the two men marched past him onto the vast expanse of colored hexagonal tiles that comprised the speaking floor.

Council Head Jul-Us was conferring with three members who leaned close to him, all exchanging doc.u.ments and nodding. Without waiting to be acknowledged by them, the brothers faced the towering bench.

Startled by their unexpected appearance, old Jul-Us turned from his doc.u.ments. "This is most unexpected." Jor-El appeared so rarely before them, and he had such a prominent reputation, that heads turned. The eleven members viewed him with a sort of surprise and reverence as he came forward with his brother.

Jor-El raised his voice to the Council Head. "Zor-El has come from Argo City with a grave announcement that warrants your utmost attention."

With a troubled expression on his grandfatherly face, Jul-Us glanced at his fellow Council members, all of whom looked either confused or annoyed by this deviation from the routine. "Very well, Jor-El. We can table our business for the moment. Your brother wouldn't have traveled a great distance on a mere whim. I trust this is important?" He folded his big-knuckled hands and leaned forward to listen.

Jor-El wasted no time with niceties. "Gentlemen, Krypton is doomed." His words, stated so baldly, caused a stir among the eleven members. "Unless "Unless we do something about it." we do something about it."

Even his brother was startled at the dramatic approach, but Jor-El knew he had to seize their attention. "Zor-El, tell them what you've seen."

The other man tossed his dark hair. "I've been to the southern continent, where I witnessed ma.s.sive volcanic eruptions and unrelenting seismic instability. I saw it with my own eyes, and nearly died to bring my observations back here." He raised his still-bandaged arm, almost in a gesture of defiance. In no-nonsense terms, he explained what he had seen and the obvious conclusions to be drawn. "I took readings, but I didn't know what they meant. I came here to ask my brother for help. On his advice, we are presenting the information to you. This is a problem that affects all of Krypton, and all of Krypton must work together to study it-and solve it. Not just me, not just Jor-El...not just Argo City and not just Kandor. All of us. All of us."

"Your words are alarming," Jul-Us said with a deep frown.

"Some might even say premature and impetuous," Silber-Za added, a scowl on her face.

Zor-El was ready to defend himself, visibly controlling his temper, but red-haired Cera-Si interjected, "Wait, the Council has enough respect for these two men that we should discuss their concerns. Does anyone here wish to question the wisdom of Jor-El?"

Mauro-Ji leaned forward, tapping his fingers on the flat table surface in front of him. "We'll give it a very thorough consideration, I promise. We will look at the issue and debate the seriousness of this supposed emergency."

"Debate? There is not time to entangle this matter in endless discussions and committees. First we must set up a full-scale study group and begin collecting data without delay. In Argo City-"

"This is not not Argo City," Pol-Ev cut him off, adjusting one of his many rings. Even down on the speaking floor, his cologne hung thick in the air. Argo City," Pol-Ev cut him off, adjusting one of his many rings. Even down on the speaking floor, his cologne hung thick in the air.

Seeing his brother's growing frustration, Jor-El broke in. "I wholeheartedly agree with Zor-El. I suggest we perform planetwide seismic studies-send probes not just across the southern continent, but distribute them across Krypton. We need to a.s.sess the extent of the problem. From what he has told me, I believe there is a real reason for concern."

When old Jul-Us frowned, his face became a wadded ball of soft leather. "So, you claim that instabilities are building up in our core and that somehow"-he spread his hands, as if looking for a reasonable explanation-"our whole planet will just spontaneously...explode?"

"Didn't he say that about the sun Rao, too?" Al-An muttered loudly.

Jor-El squared his shoulders. "Yes, that is exactly what I am saying. None of you can deny that our cities have noticed a substantial increase in seismic tremors in recent years. Remember the rockslide in Corril only six months ago? Three major mines destroyed-"