Mac shuddered as he scraped gelatinous stuff from his battered day suit. He looked around. A man-made room. Two doors. A kind of stone box at his feet. He was surprised how warm it was. “You’re not fooling me. Time travel? How the hell could you have gotten from Terra to Mars thousands of years ago? Before anyone had space travel?” He looked around at the cavern. Ingeniously reflected light. The walls were bright with luminous veins of phosphorescent ore and precious stones sparkling like stars. If he kept his knife, he might be able to dig out a few long diamonds and get away. Assuming he could dodge this madman.
The man in the projection shrugged. “Malfunctioning matter transmitter. Lost control. I traveled backward to Mars. One way. You’ve probably heard of me. Captain Miguel Krane? Haven’t you read my books? About my life on Mars? I’m surprised you don’t know them. They didn’t appear under my name, but I dictated them myself.”
“I don’t listen to books much.”
The man in the green pillar seemed thrown by Mac’s illiteracy. But Mac could read forty-seven interplanetary languages and write fluently in most of them. He had taught himself for purely practical reasons. He wasn’t a scholar. He was a thief. He would have been insulted to be thought of as anything else.
For his own part, Mac was uneasy, still checking for his gun, reassured by the feel of a knife in his boot. Miguel Krane’s voice was amused, but Mac didn’t like to hear it in his head like that. Too creepy.
Yet Krane had been instrumental in saving his life. Somewhere over their heads, on the Martian surface, a wombot was still searching for him with the objective of covering him with jelly that could seep through his skin and eat his bones from the inside out. He was in no doubt about his preference. He’d take his chances here.
“Those chances aren’t much better, Stone.” Krane’s voice was still amused. “Let’s just say you’d be dying for a good cause.”
Mac laughed. “When I hear words like that, I reach for my Banning. Where is my gun, by the way?”
“Look for yourself. I didn’t take it. Neither did the noman. Want to know why I sent the wanal after you?”
“I guess.” Mac looked down into the pit, where the nasty thing was finishing its bloody meal. He saw his gun some way up, where it had lodged on a shelf of rock.
“Do you recall a lep coming to see you a few weeks ago?”
“Yeah. Little green man about so high. One of those freaks from Venus. Had some sort of deal. I wouldn’t go for it. I didn’t like the smell of it. Thought he was lying. Too dangerous.” He was on his belly, stretching for the Banning.
“So you told him.”
“Was it him fingered me to the IMF?”
“Not exactly, but you didn’t do yourself any favors turning him down before you listened.”
“He was lying. I know leps. I didn’t want to know what his pitch was. I used to get crazies like him all the time, offering to cut me in on some fantasy in their heads.”
“The poor little guy was scared out of his wits. He’d found one of our time seeds and he thought we were magic. Ghosts of ancient Martians or something. Still, he did what I told him to do and he only once looked inside the bag. That nearly killed him. He almost dropped it and ran. The lep wasn’t just bringing my message. He had a bag of indigo flame sapphires with him.”
“A bag?” Stone laughed. The rarest jewel in the system, indigo flame sapphires couldn’t be cut, polished, or broken up. They had extraordinary properties. There were three known existing sapphires. One was in the Conquest of Space Museum on Terra, one was in the hands of United System President Polonius Delph—he was the richest man in seven worlds, or had been until he’d paid cash for his jewel. The other had been stolen soon after its discovery. Maybe Delph had it. “There’s no such thing.”
“There is. And Delph wants them. He thinks you’ve got them on you. They tortured Gunz, the man I sent after the lep. He told them you had them.”
“Oh, great! So I was set up by a Venusian leprechaun who was set up by a V-Image! That’s why they’ve been willing to spend so much money hunting me down. They just want to know where those mythical jewels are. They don’t care if they kill me. It’s just as easy to interrogate a fresh corpse using a couple of ccs of dreme. You remind me of my mother!”
“I can only guess what strange patchwork of information comes through the time seeds. We scatter them into our future, more or less at random. Often they are destroyed or are recalled, damaged. Enough land unharmed to broadcast back. We aren’t talking linear time as you imagine it, but radiant time. From what I understand of your world, Delph isn’t the only one who wants the sapphires. He has rivals in the Plutocracy. Another mysterious collector? Or those rivals are competing for the presidency or they think they can ruin him. As you know, it’s a vicious circle in politics. You can’t get to be president unless you have the wealth, and you can’t make really massive sums until you’re president. It was much the same in my day.”
“Your day?”
“That depends where you’re counting from.” The more he listened, the more Stone recognized the tone coming through the old accent. Miguel Krane spoke with the economical style of an army man. “Or which planet. So. Was this particular scenario set up by the IMF in order to trick you into giving up the jewels? No. The Interstellar Military Force has nothing to do with us. That was not an IMF ship pursuing you. Probably it’s Delph’s. I know you don’t have the sapphires. The lep was too scared to keep them. He brought them back and left them with the noman.”
In spite of this denial, Stone grew cautious again.
“Then who are you with?” he challenged. “And why are you so interested in me? Someone’s spending a great deal of dough on hunting me down. A real pro, that’s for sure. So—really—who are you?”
“My military experience was in Korea, in the middle of the twentieth century,” said Krane. “I’m a scientist. Later, I worked on a matter transmitter for the Pentagon. I tested it on myself. It went wrong. I was dragged back to old Mars instead. The Karnala—the clan I fell in with—have access to ancient knowledge and technology left behind by an earlier intelligent race, the Sheev. This machine is some of it. We call it a ‘memory catcher’ in Karnalan. This is the most sophisticated type.
“What is it? It’s an interactive device that can communicate across time. We’ve been studying them for years. We’re not sure we’re using the technology appropriately, but we’ve rigged it so it works for us, after a fashion. We have clear visuals and, when we get over language and other problems, can exchange information or even casual ideas! The Sheev scientists were masters of time. Many believe they abandoned Mars for past eras or the future of another planet, wherever conditions were ideal! Some think they had colonies on ancient Earth or in our future! But that is unlikely. This is about the best use we’ve found for their technology. And it’s to ask of you, Mac Stone, something that I would do myself if I weren’t merely an ethereal image in your world.”
“So you want to make a deal. Isn’t that usually the size of it? What can I do for you that you don’t want to do yourself? Isn’t that usually the deal?”
Krane’s image smiled. There was a sense of rapport between the two men. “Usually.”
“OK,” said Stone. “What’s the score? Oh, and don’t forget to tell me more about those indigo flame sapphires. Presumably they come into your deal at some point. Let’s hear it. I have plenty of time to listen.”
Krane did not smile in reply. “Unfortunately,” he said, “you haven’t.”
3 The Star Bomb
“THERE WAS A WAR,” SAID THE BRONZED TERRAN. “WE WEREN’T ready for it. We thought we’d earned an era of peace. But we had enemies who hated all we stood for. A tribe that had hidden itself underground years earlier, after my people had defeated it. We have our own technology, but that earlier race—the Sheev—developed horrendous weapons. They never used most of them because everyone got scared at the same time. So the weapons, with many of the scientific instruments that helped make them, were locked away by common consent. We didn’t know about one particular cache. Our enemy discovered it. An n-bomb probably powerful enough to destroy a whole planet. They planned to use the underground Ia canal to float it under our city, Varnal of the Green Mists, and blow us up. Meanwhile, our scientists found out about it. Thanks to many of the enemy’s own people rebelling against their leaders, who were perceived as reckless, we defeated them. Only when we were discussing terms did we learn about the n-bomb and where it was. It would shortly be directly under Varnal, and would blow within hours.