“Of course.”
“But what is the purpose for most living forms? What could conceivably be the point of being alive if you’re a tree? Or an amoeba?”
I passed the question to Alex. “Hakim,” he said, “we just don’t have answers to questions like that. But what about you? Would you rather be alive or dead?”
“To be honest,” he said, “I’m not sure.”
Eventually, they asked why we’d come. “There are so many stars. If you are what you say,” said Sestor, “what brought you to us?”
“We’ve been looking for someone,” said Alex, “for ten thousand years. It was inevitable that eventually we would arrive here.”
That brought smiles. Seepah, changing course, whispered a response. “And thank God you did.” His voice shook.
When the band took over, the nineteen-year-old, whose name was Barnas, asked me to dance and told me I was the loveliest woman he’d ever seen. Was I doing anything tomorrow evening? He suggested a walk along the riverbank. Or possibly a canoe ride. In the moonlight. Actually, he added, he wasn’t sure the moon would be up, but he’d do what he could to arrange it.
“You know, Barnas,” I told him, “you’re going to be a heartbreaker one day.” Unfortunately, I didn’t know the word for “heartbreaker,” so I said it in Standard. But he knew what I meant.
He responded with an expectant grin. “Is that a yes?” he asked.
Alex asked Viscenda if we could speak with her privately. She nodded and led us into a small room across the corridor from the library. “I’ve been wanting to sit down with you anyhow,” she said. “When your rescuers come, is there anything we will be able to do to facilitate matters?”
“Thank you, Viscenda,” he said. “You’ve already done everything we could have asked.” A fire was burning placidly in a small stove.
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“Your people have a long history. I was wondering about your prospects. What does the future hold?”
“I take it you’ve noticed that the situation is not good.”
“I’ve noticed too few children. I’ve noticed you have empty rooms.”
Her eyes closed. I suspected she’d been an attractive woman in her youth. And somehow she didn’t seem old. Beaten down, maybe. But not old. “We have about thirty children altogether under the age of twelve. It’s not nearly enough to sustain us.
“Life here is difficult. People work very hard. The weather is inconstant. The sickness is getting worse. We are not always able to manage a harvest, so more die off each year. We try to store food for lean times. But—” She looked up and stared for a moment at the stove. “Many of our residents have given up. People do not want to bring children into this world. It’s too painful. We remember what we had less than two generations ago. And we look around now and see what’s left. Many of our older people tell us they wish they’d died during the Dark Times. Those were the lucky ones. You hear it all the time.” She looked at the dark-stained walls. On one hung four or five family sketches. Images of Daddy and small animals and kites and boats. Drawn in better times, maybe. “It appears,” she said with a sad smile, “that God has decided to end it. And that the end is not quite what we’d expected. It has not been quick and clean for all of us. A few survivors were left, for whatever reason, perhaps to contemplate what has happened, and to ask ourselves why.”
Alex looked intently at her. “Viscenda, we can help.”
She shook her head, beating down any impulse to hope. “I’ve been praying that you would be able to. That you would wish to. But how—?”
“I’d like you to call a general meeting. Let me speak to your people.”
The meeting was set for the following evening. Meanwhile, we sat down with Viscenda, Seepah, and some of the other community leaders to get as much information about our hosts as we could. Alex asked what the world population had been before the onset of the Dark Times, a term that seemed to refer both to the general disaster and to the aftermath. “I would guess,” Viscenda replied, “maybe a billion. Possibly not quite that many. I don’t think anyone ever did a count.”
Had there been nation-states?
The concept was foreign. Most people had lived in regions centered on cities.
Had there been wars?
“Not for a long time, until the lights went out,” said a man named Argo. “There’ve been a few, here and there. But for centuries they’ve been rare. And usually, people tend to be horrified when the killing starts. Historically, the wars have always been short-lived.”
One of her people asked about the Confederacy. How many worlds did it encompass? What other aliens were there? He and the others had a hard time believing that the Mutes could read minds. “How is it possible?” asked Viscenda. “By what medium do thoughts travel from one mind to another?”
As usual, we didn’t know the answer.
“Don’t take offense,” she said, “but you and Alex, for members of an advanced race, seem remarkably incurious.”
I didn’t know how to explain that our world was full of wonders. That we simply accepted them and didn’t concern ourselves with the mechanics.
They described the years before the Dark Times as a golden age. “It’s true,” said Seepah. “It was a good life back then. But we didn’t appreciate it until it went away.”
Next morning, I wandered into the dining hall and found a woman in tears. She’d heard that Alex wanted to speak, and she had guessed it would be about the future. She was seated with three or four other women. When she saw me, she tried to get control of her voice and stood up to face me. “There is no future for us,” she said. “Let Alex know, if he hasn’t figured it out yet.” One of her companions stood and tried to pull her back into her seat. But she would not be restrained: “You know what I think, Chase? I think it’s immoral to bring children into a world that’s cold and dead.”
Her friend wrapped an arm around her, and a long silence followed.
I smiled and said I’d pass the message along. As I was walking away my link activated. “Chase.” Belle’s voice. “Do you have a minute?”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“StarCorps is here.”
“What? Already? That can’t be right.” They weren’t due for almost two days.
“Shall I patch them through? It’s audio only.”
“Yes. Please.”
A momentary delay. Then: “Belle-Marie, this is the Vanderweigh, IEAA patrol craft. We were in the area when your code white was relayed to us. What is your status?”
The voice was female. It was also reassuring and calm. Everything’s under control.
“Vanderweigh, this is Chase Kolpath. I’m the pilot of the Belle-Marie . I’m currently stranded groundside with my passenger. There is no emergency. We are in no immediate danger.”
“We’re glad to hear it, Kolpath. We’ll achieve orbit in about nineteen hours and will send a rescue vehicle as soon as we have a window. Is there anything else about your situation we should know?”
“My passenger, Alex Benedict, has a broken leg and will require medical care.”
“We read you. We’ll be with you as quickly as we can. Vanderweigh out.”