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the bottom. All had been crushed or otherwise disabled by giant strands of kelp. Lavu's assessment was the opinion of many: "That damn stuff can think and it's a killer." He had become an admirer of Thomas during their short association. Thomas had taken the accepted sub-components and reworked them into this new design. The only parts of the plan Lavu distrusted involved communications and pickup. He spoke to that as he greeted Thomas: "You should have something better than the rocketsonde. They fail, y'know." "We'll stick with it," Thomas said. He knew what worried Lavu. The ubiquitous 'lectrokelp not only clogged the seas, but their electrical activity jammed the communications channels -- sonar to radar. Hylighter exhibited similar phenomena. Was there a relationship? There was no pattern to the jamming; it was random squirts of signal activity. Because of this, they depended on high power and line-of-sight relays waterside. Even then, a cloud of hylighters rising from the sea could block transmissions. "You'll have to surface before you can communicate," Lavu said. "Now, if you'd let me adapt the anchor cable to . . ." "Too many lines to the sub," Thomas said. "We could tangle in them." "Then pray that y'can lift above interference for the relays to take your talk- talk." Thomas nodded agreement. The plan was to anchor the LTA in a lagoon, slip down the anchor cable in a vertical dive and stay clear of the kelp barriers. "We'll observe, play back their light patterns and seek any new coherent patterns in the lights or their electrical activity," he had said. It was a workable plan. Several subs had survived exploratory dives by giving a wide berth to the kelp. It was when the subs went in to take specimens that violence occurred. Workable . . . but with unavoidable weaknesses. Their LTA would hang at the surface, tethered on its anchor-line and awaiting Page 101 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html the sub's return from the depths. A plan to have another LTA with a lift- gondola anchored or standing by aloft had been scratched. The winds were too unpredictable and it was argued that two LTAs anchored in the same lagoon would pose dangerous maneuvering problems. The necessary size of such an LTA made them difficult to handle in tight quarters. The standard procedure at the hangar was to winch them down after grappling the downhaul hawser. Instead, their LTA bag had been triple-reinforced with compartmented cells. These arguments went through Thomas' mind as he studied the new submersible. Was it worth the risk? He felt that he was challenging Ship, but the stakes were the highest. Will You let me die here, Ship? No answer, but Ship had said that his destiny was his own now. That was a rule of this game. If the kelp is sentient and we can make contact, the rewards will be enormous. Intelligent vegetable! Did it WorShip? It could be the key to Ship's demands. Ship called the kelp intelligent and that could be another twist of this game. Should he doubt? It occurred to Thomas then that if Ship were telling the truth, the kelp might be close to immortal. Except for specimens damaged by human intrusion, they had never seen dead kelp. Did it live forever? "Do y'still reject a standby LTA?" Lavu asked. "How long could you hold one in sight of us?" Thomas asked. "Depends on the weather, as y'well know." There was resentment in Lavu's voice. He took it personally that so many of his creations had been destroyed, all of them equipped as best he knew for underwater survival. The answer, of course, was that Pandora's planet-wide sea contained perils beyond those they knew. Lavu felt that the entire project was now a challenge to him. He did not want to quit. It was more than a concern about hardware. Lavu wanted to go out as crew. "How else can I learn what's needed if I don't go out m'self?" "No," Thomas said. All right, Ship. This will be the big throw of the dice. Devil, why do you persist in such overly dramatic poses? This time, he expected the response and was ready for it. Because they won't listen to me here unless I become bigger than life to them. Life can never be bigger than itself. Lavu patted the outer surface of the sub as Waela moved up beside him. She had been listening to the undertones in the conversation between Thomas and Lavu. What drives Thomas? she wondered. She had only the barest details about him. Out of hyb and into command of this project. Ship's doing, he said. Why? "She's heavier than any of the others," Lavu said, thinking that the question in Waela's mind. "I defy any Pandoran monster to break it." "Did you solve the problem of filling the LTA?" Thomas asked. "You'll have to get your final inflation outside," Lavu said, "I've laid on extra perimeter guards because the skydoors'll be open longer'n I like." "The sub itself?" Waela asked. "We've rigged guide cables up through the doors. That's it." Instinctively, Thomas glanced up at the iris closure of the skydoors. "She'll be ready by oh-six hundred at the latest," Lavu said. "You'll have a full nightside of rest before going out. Who's to ride with y'?" "Not you, Hap," Thomas said. "But I . . ." Page 102 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html "A new fellow named Panille is to go with us," Thomas said. "So I've heard. Untrained. A poet? Is that the truth?" "An expert in communication," Thomas said. "Well, then, let's run the tank test," Lavu said. He turned and waved a hand signal at an aide. "We'll ride it with you," Thomas said. "What pressure will you take it to?" "Five hundred meters." Thomas glanced at Waela. She gave the barest inclination of her head to indicate agreement, then returned her attention to the sub. It curved over her, more than three times her height at the thickest part of the teardrop near its bow. The outer carrier concealed all but the upper bubble of the plaz gondola within it. The induction propeller at the stern had been shielded in a complex baffle and screening system which reduced its effectiveness, but guarded it against kelp fouling. Workers ran a ladder up the side of the hull now, cushioned it with a foam blanket to keep the exterior signal lights clean, and steadied it while Lavu mounted. He spoke as he climbed. "We've installed the manual override to insure that no random signal opens your hatch. You'll have to undog it by hand every time y'open it." No surprises there, Thomas thought. That had been Waela's idea. There were suspicions that the kelp could control signals in a wide scanning spectrum and that some of the lost subs had merely been opened underwater by scanner- activation of their hatch motors. Waela scrambled up behind Lavu, leaving Thomas to follow. They were already inside when he reached the open hatch. He paused there to peer along this craft he would command. In a way, it was a small Voidship. The stabilizer fins were like solar panels. Exterior sensors for all of the cardinal directions were like a Voidship's hull eyes. And every known weak point had been multiple- reinforced. Backup systems piled on backup systems. He turned, found the top rung of the access ladder with a foot and stepped down into the gondola. It was red-lighted gloom there with Lavu and Waela already at their positions. Waela was bent over her console, checking her instruments, leaving the line of her left cheek visible to Thomas in the red light. How tender and beautiful that line was, he thought. Immediately, he suppressed a cynical laugh. Well, my glands are still working. Cain rose up against Abel, his brother, and slew him. And the Lord said unto Cain, "Where is Abel, thy brother?" and he said, "I know not: am I my brother's keeper?" and He said, "What hast thou done? The voice of thy brother's blood cries unto Me from the ground." -- Christian Book of the Dead, Shiprecords "ANYTHING GOES here?" Legata asked. She studied Sy Murdoch carefully as he thought about the question. He was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |