Without wheat, though, they couldn’t survive. And it was no use wishing that the cure would be painless; they needed to be prepared for the worst.
She said, “If germination isn’t enough, we’ll have to set the whole mountain spinning.”
The meeting hall continued to fill slowly long after the scheduled time had passed, but Yalda had no intention of starting until everyone had arrived. People were coming from every corner of the mountain, many of them making a journey they had never attempted before under weightlessness.
Yalda stayed close to the entrance, greeting people and marking off their names on a list. Frido had offered to do the job for her, but she’d insisted on making the most of this chance to come face-to-face with every member of the crew again, however briefly.
Now Frido waited in the front tier, clinging to the ropes beside Babila and half a dozen of the old feed chamber machinists. Yalda hadn’t been able to bring herself to confront him, to accuse him of acting in bad faith. She suspected that he’d been keeping the problem with the wheat to himself as a way to strengthen his position, hoping to make himself a hero to the crew by announcing a simple, biological remedy that would save them all from starvation—courtesy of Lavinio, but still created under his patronage and Yalda’s neglect. No doubt he’d also been prepared to claim the rotational cure as his own, if it had come to that. In fact, Yalda remembered Frido as being part of a group who’d discussed the possibility of spinning the Peerless, when the first real plans were being made for the mountain. The consensus they’d reached was that it would have made navigation and course corrections far too complex, for the sake of some very uneven gains in comfort. It had never crossed their minds that gravity could be a matter of life and death.
Half a bell later, the list of non-arrivals was down to one unavoidable entry. Yalda gave a few quick words of thanks then introduced Lavinio, who explained what he’d seen, and the experiments he’d tried.
“There must be something within a wheat seed that’s sensitive to gravity,” he concluded reluctantly. “Three days in a centrifuge will make the seed sprout, but then it stops growing when the signal is taken away. The established crop didn’t die in the fields when the engines were switched off, so we’re going to keep trying longer periods in the centrifuge in the hope that we’ll find a point where the seedlings can be taken out and planted. But there is no guarantee that such a point exists, short of maturity.”
He moved aside, and Yalda dragged herself back on stage. She clung with four hands to the ropes behind her, surveying the anxious crowd, wondering what would happen if someone took this opportunity to lambast her over her leniency toward the saboteur. But these people had just learned that they risked starvation; Nino was a long-vanquished enemy, rotting away out of sight.
“Sometime in the next dozen stints,” she began, “we might discover that a few more centrifuges and a bigger workforce in the farms are all we’re going to need to fix this problem. But if that turns out to be a false hope, the only alternative will be to spin the Peerless itself, which is not going to be quick and easy. So we need to begin work to prepare for that immediately, doing all we can to make it possible in time for the next harvest—even as we hope that we won’t need to do it at all.
“It might seem tempting to try to spin the Peerless around a horizontal axis, in the hope of making the gravity in the fields as close as possible to the old direction—but I’m afraid the mountain’s center of mass is so low that it wouldn’t work out that way. There’s also a question of stability: if you try to spin a cone around anything other than its axis of symmetry, the slightest disturbance can set it wobbling. So we really have no choice: the mountain needs to spin around a vertical axis, running from the summit to the base.”
She glanced down at Frido. Should she have had him stand beside her, backing her up, confirming these technical claims? Everyone understood centrifugal force, but half the crew would still have to take the finer points on faith.
Frido gazed back at her with a neutral expression. They both knew that he’d been preparing to move against her. It was too late to try to bring him on side.
“We’ll need to install two dozen small engines,” Yalda continued, “spread out down the slope of the mountain, along two lines on opposite sides of the axis. These will be very gentle devices compared to the ones we’ve used to accelerate, but we’ll still need to put them in deep pits so their thrust doesn’t merely tear them loose—or peel away parts of the surface of the mountain.
“That means digging into the rock out there, with no gravity to hold us down. It also means working in an air-filled cooling bag, to avoid hyperthermia. No one has ever done anything like this before. And however optimistic we are about it, it’s more work than the usual construction crews could hope to complete in time for us to sow the crops. Everyone who isn’t working in the farms will have to help. Once the construction crews have worked out the protocols, they’ll start training other people to join in. I’ll be among the first of their students, myself—because nothing could be more important than this.”
“Stints of dangerous work in the void, possibly for nothing?” Delfina interjected. She was in the front tier, a few strides left of Frido. “That’s your solution to an agricultural problem?”
“What do you suggest instead?” Yalda asked her.
“Find another food source that isn’t so dependent on gravity,” Delfina replied. “What are the arborines living on, in their forest?”
“Lizards, mostly. Which are living on mites—which in turn feed on bark and petals.”
“We could get used to lizard meat,” Delfina declared. “If it’s good enough for our cousins, why not eat it ourselves?”
“I’m sure we could,” Yalda conceded, “but the whole forest only supports about six arborines.”
“We can’t farm the lizards more intensively?”
“That’s… worth considering,” Yalda said. “But it would be another gamble, and even if we could make it work the payoff would come too late. The only thing we know for sure is that we can raise a wheat crop under gravity. Once we spin the Peerless, all we’ll have to do is prepare new fields and plant the seeds.”
“Where, exactly?” Delfina pressed her. “Which chambers were built with their floors pointing away from the mountain’s axis?”
“We’ll have to improvise for the first crop,” Yalda admitted. “We’ll have to lay down fields on surfaces that used to be walls—we won’t have time to carve out new chambers with the ideal geometry.”
“And what happens if we need to fire the engines? To avoid some unanticipated obstacle?” Delfina was enjoying this; someone had prepared her well.
Yalda did her best not to grow flustered. “As things stand, we’d need to get rid of the spin first. But there’s no reason in principle why we couldn’t redesign the attitude controls and the engine feeds to work while the Peerless was rotating.”
Delfina hesitated, as if she’d finally reached the end of a list of objections that she’d committed to memory. But her contribution wasn’t over.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I’m not convinced. On balance, I don’t think your plan is worth the risk. I won’t be joining any work team for this purpose.”