He was rushing away from the glimmering ball of light. Farther below the smoldering fires of the stony reactor reddened the water. From this perspective they were remarkably similar pieces of technology.
Bags are free? How’d that happen must’ve been
Nikka answered, No I think wait
Ted says we should back away from this don’t worry about the equipment might be a pressure malf anyway we should get clear fast let ExoBio get in on this
He was rising too quickly. The frame would scoot all the way to the ice skin with so little weight to drag. Nigel suddenly realized that his suit could take extreme pressures, but could not adjust quickly to rapid changes in depth. If he kept rising—
Carlos where is he I can’t
Nigel’s ears popped. He stared upward at the floaters, swelling as they rose. Darkness cloaked him now as the ship fell away below. He did not dare show a light this close but he would need it to free one of the floaters. Now he could scarcely make out the bulk of them.
You mean you think he
The suit was bulky and awkward in the water and he had to search for the tabs on his left arm. He uncapped the spike and raised the arm. The third button should be—
A bright blue line sliced the water. He fanned it, leaving behind curling wisps of steam. The laser cutter boiled away a thin column and found a floater. The bag crinkled, turned brown—
Broke. Air gushed out. Nigel fired again, at the opposite floater. The beam churned the water soundlessly. It ate a thin, straight path, ghostly blue, haloed by steam. If the power ran out before—
That’s crazy! Mierda seca, the old bastard’ll That suit can take it but listen to me damn it turn on the spots we can trace him
The second floater burst. The beam leaped across the inside of it and punched a hole through the top. Nigel felt himself falling and then the frame slowed, still dropping. Equilibrium.
I’ll call Ted he’ll.
Later. See anything? There might be a suit light. Try the tracer.
Something wrong no pickup I can see
He can’t be beyond range this soon
Look for yourself his code shows nonoperational. He doctored it before he left must be
Floating, in an absence of space and light and weight. It was like the time on the slab, disconnected from the wearing of the world. Being in the high dark emptiness of space was much like the blank absorbing blackness here. His movements were sluggish, blunted by the unseen waters. No sound. When his boots struck the piping there came not a ringing but a muffled thud. He hung loosely to the frame and waited for something to come.
Look Ted’s on the line says he’s too busy to worry about this old fart there’s news from Earth-side looks bad new assembly starting in a few minutes
They can’t leave him out there call the teams on the surface get some more subs down here and
Nikka, this is Ted. Admittedly Nigel was right about one thing looks like—I mean his Walmsley’s Rule and all that. That must be a Watcher and Operations tells me it’s showing signs of life now, probably in response to our ground teams so
Then send down some submersibles damn it
Look there’s too many things happening at once Nikka I don’t have time to hunt for that bastard right now let him stew
He did it to stall for time don’t you see that
Stupid move just makes us more pissed up here
Ted I appeal to
He’s acting like a horse’s ass over nothing. I’m through with all this shit of his! Maybe he thought he’d get some sympathy support this way but it won’t cut up here, I can tell you that in spades
He sensed the running current taking him farther away from them. This was the farthest he had ever been, the natural tether. It was better to do it this way, in pursuit.
I’m pulling you people out soon as I can and if he’s gone he’s just gone that’s it
It will take hours
Okay you can search for a while the assembly starts in ten minutes anyway but I warn you—look, if he’s patched in still he can hear this. Nigel, this is it man, the last
He ignored the barking voice. Something more immediate disturbed him.
Rippling currents. He ignited a small helmet phosphor. The bars of the frame leaped into being around him, yellow and stark.
Nothing nearby. A tug, a fresh direction—
Something glimmered. It grew. A ball of ruddy clouds. Swelling toward him, coming fast—
Things moved inside. Specks in the clouds. Drifting dots. He tried to judge size but without perspective—
The color. A smoldering red, dying embers—
He held onto the pipes of the frame as the cage jiggled and surged sideways. Where had he seen—?
The specks did not drift aimlessly. The clouds were in fact hillsides and the dots walked on them, slowly, amid swirls of dust. They were large, stately, with four smoothly articulating legs—
EMs.
But not the huge-headed beasts he knew. These were slim, tall, graceful in their grave pacing.
Not EMs, not without the radio-dish heads and the awkward carapace that housed the reworked guts.
These were what the EMs had been before.
Before the asteroid rain crushed their biosphere. Before they had to remake themselves into something the Watchers would pass as perhaps machinelike.
They were inside a vast ball, fully five kilometers across. Inside were hills, streams, dusty clouds, high forests of blue and brown. It reminded him of those childhood toys which, shaken, show a winter scene with descending snow. Only here the liquid was outside, and within moved a trapped world of air and growth. The sphere’s shell glowed, casting ruddy light inward. Above it, dark masses. Ballast? Stabilizers?
It began to dwindle, The currents were sweeping him past, taking him away. He fired his laser beam over his head, making a blue arc. One of the tall moving figures seemed to pause, to look outward.
Had they seen him? Did they know what had happened to their race back on the home world? Deformed, beaten down but still going on—
Of course they knew something. They must be the remnants of an earlier age, a time when their world sent out ships and explored the nearby stars. They had taken shelter inside this moon.
So close! He knew their descendants, could tell them that the home world hung on still. If he could make a sign, some gesture across the abyss—
The red world shrank rapidly. He waved once, forlornly, and rested heavily against the medfilter. The chance had slipped by him.
He closed his eyes and let time pass. The image of the tall, grave creatures faded slowly.
Four
Something moved.
He jerked awake. Nigel shook himself and wondered how long he had been asleep. The suit warmed him, made him comfortable even in this cold murk. He had been trying to fit the pieces together …
See anything of him?
No. Damn all, how could he get so far so fast?
He wondered why they could not pick him up on long-range sonar. Surely he could not have drifted that far away, not with them following the same currents he did.
Look at this video image from Earthside. One of those things in orbit, looks hell of a lot like a Watcher.
If he was close enough to pick up their general craft transmissions, they had to see him. Unless something was behind him, so they couldn’t pick up his image against it.