xGSV Sleeper Service
oGCU Grey Area
Come back! What are you doing? Are you trying to ruin everything?
oo
[wide beam, Marain clear, tra. @4.28.891.7393+] xGCU Grey Area
oGSV Sleeper Service
It’s all right. Goodbye and farewell.
— What’s it up to? the GSV asked the drone Churt Lyne, hovering in the minibay it had been Displaced to.
— I really don’t know, the drone replied. ~ It wouldn’t tell me. But I think it was in communication with the Excession.
— Communication…
The Sleeper briefly considered trying to stop the smaller craft. The GCU was heading out past it for the thirty-light-year limit, straight towards the Excession and still accelerating.
The GSV decided to let it go. Its engines would fail… about now.
Fail they did, but just before they stopped working the Grey Area carried out a bizarre course manoeuvre, angling its run so that it was falling towards the energy grid; it would coast without power down to the grid and be destroyed.
Madness, thought the Sleeper, but was too far away to do anything.
[tight beam, M8, tra. @4.28.891.7394-] xGSV Sleeper Service
oGCU Grey Area
What has happened? Why are you doing this? Has your integrity been compromised?
oo
[wide beam, Mclear, tra. @4.28.891.7394]
xGCU Grey Area
oGSV Sleeper Service
No! I’m fine!
The Sleeper didn’t have time for another signal. The Grey Area dived into the energy grid, flickered once and then vanished far, far below in a tiny scintillating flare of radiations.
The GSV inspected the resulting shell of energies. It certainly looked like destruction. The Sleeper studied that final flicker the GCU had given just before it had encountered the grid. It still looked like it had been destroyed, but there was just a hint…
A human would have shaken her or his head.
When the Sleeper returned its attention to the Excession, it had gone. There was nothing present on the skein of real space, and no sign of even the merest disturbance on either of the energy grids.
No! thought the Sleeper Service, experiencing a terrible sense of frustration. No! Damn you! Don’t just go, not without some sort of reason, some explanation, some rationale…
A few seconds later, the GCU Fate Amenable To Change, as the nearest available craft, was persuaded that it might try approaching the Excession’s last known position. When it did so and passed over the thirty-light-year limit, its engines worked normally and continued to do so all the way in. However, it refused to go any further than the original closest-approach limit it had set itself, over a month earlier.
The Killing Time was more than happy to oblige; it raced in at maximum acceleration and at the very last moment instituted a crash stop, finally coming shuddering to rest exactly where the Excession had been. It reported, disappointedly, that there was absolutely nothing to be seen. perched on the parapet at the girl’s side now, looking gloomily out at the troubled waves of the sea.
XIV
Ulver Seich sat on the parapet of the tower, swinging her legs. From the roof, it looked like you could see out over an ocean in one direction and a landscape of sea marsh, water meadow and cliffs in the other. It was perfectly convincing but it was just a projection; the bird had tried flying out in a spiral and only got a couple of metres out from the tower’s edge before one of its wings had encountered the solid boundary of the screen field. It was perched on the parapet at the girl’s side now, looking gloomily out at the troubled waves of the sea.
“Bugger,” Ulver said, half to herself. “It’s gone.” She kept a watch on developments outside through her neural lace while she looked down at the bird. “The Excession,” she told it. “It’s just disappeared.”
“Good riddance,” the bird said grouchily.
“And the Grey Area flew into the grid,” Ulver said, her voice trailing off for a moment while she inquired what had happened to Churt Lyne. “Ah,” she said, discovering the old drone was safe aboard the GSV.
“Pah,” said the bird. “It was always a nutter anyway, by all accounts. What’s its highness doing?”
“What?”
“The Sleeper. Don’t suppose it’s showing any sign of wanting to end it all, is it?”
“No, it’s just… stationary there.”
“Too much to hope for,” muttered the bird.
Ulver kept on gazing out at the sea and swinging her legs. She glanced back at the pallid bulge of the translucent dome. “Wonder how they’re getting on?”
“Want me to find out?” the bird said, brightening.
“No. Just you stay where you are.”
“I don’t know,” the creature grumbled. “Every bastard seems to enjoy ordering me around…”
“Oh, do be quiet,” Ulver told it.
“See what I mean?”
“Shut up.”
12. Faring Well
I
Fivetide dived for the bat ball and missed; he thumped heavily into the court wall and up-ended. He lay on his back, wheezing and laughing on the floor until Onceman Genar-Hofoen limbed over to him, extended a tentacle and helped him haul himself upright.
“Fifteen all, I think,” he rumbled, also laughing. He scooped the twittering bat ball up in his racket and ladled it into Fivetide’s. “Your serve.”
Fivetide shook his eye stalks. “Ha! I think I liked you better as a human!”
II
[tight beam, M2, tra. @n4.28.987.2] xEccentric Shoot Them Later
oLSV Serious Callers Only
I still say it was somehow a test; an emissary. We were tried and found wanting. It encountered the worst of what we can be and took itself off again. Probably in disappointment. Possibly in disgust. The Affront were too disagreeable, the Elench were too eager, we too hesitant. Our slow gathering of supposedly wise ones about its vicinity might have proved to be a perfectly reasonable course of action and led to who knows what exchanges, tradings and dialogues, but the entity found itself surrounded by all the trappings of war and may even have understood the manner in which its appearance had been used as part of a plot to entrap the Affront so that they could be laid low and have a Cultured peace imposed upon them. It judged us unworthy of intercourse with those it represented and so abandoned us to our miserable fate. Those noxious simpletons who made up the conspiracy should be cursed for evermore; they may have cost us more than even we can imagine. The displays of contrition and programmes of good works that have been undertaken, even the suicides, cannot begin to make amends for what we have lost! How is Seddun at this time of year? Do the islands still float?
oo
[tight beam, M2, tra. @n4.28. 988.5]
xLSV Serious Callers Only
oEccentric Shoot Them Later
My dear friend, we do not know what the Excession offered or threatened. We know it was able to manipulate the energy grid in ways we can only speculate upon, but what if that was the only form of defence it was able to offer to something like the Sleeper Service? For all we know it was an invasionary beach-head which left us because it was met with forces which it estimated presaged resistance on a scale which would prove too expensive. I admit this is unlikely, but I offer it as a balancing possibility in the hope of righting the list of your pessimism.