“That’s possible.” The orthogonal star cluster was more than a dozen blue light-years away, but the dust and pebbles of the Hurtlers themselves were all around them, and there could be larger non-luminous bodies as well.
“Whittling the mountain down to nothing over the generations is an alarming prospect,” Marzia said, “but if tossing the occasional fire-afflicted portion off into the void is the only way to protect ourselves… maybe we can take comfort in the possibility that what we’re losing isn’t really irreplaceable.”
Yalda said, “Comfort isn’t quite the word I’d use.”
Marzia persisted. “The idea of crossing the void to try to mine another body of rock might seem daunting to us now, but who knows what our descendants will be capable of?”
“How much more are we going to load onto them?” Yalda asked wearily. “It’s bad enough that we expect them to invent their way home with whatever fuel they have left. Now they’re meant to find mines in the void in time to patch up the mountain before fire damage shrinks it to an uninhabitable core.”
“What choice do we have?” Marzia replied. She gestured toward the dying embers of the rig. “I’m happy to try more experiments, but I can’t see our luck changing there. Whatever the solution is, we have to trust the people who come after us to play a part in finding it. If we’d had all the answers ourselves, we would never have needed to make this journey at all.”
Three times a day, the fire lookouts climbed down their rope ladders for the change of shift. The number of impact flashes they reported rose and fell, but no more than Yalda would have expected for random collisions.
If the dust had comprised some kind of well-defined obstacle with known borders, they could have planned a route around it, or at least done the calculations and decided whether it was worth the cost in fuel. But they had not seen any hint of this in advance, before their velocity blinded them to all the ordinary matter ahead, and now any maneuver that sought to escape the problem would amount to no more than trying out random detours one by one and then seeing if they’d made things better or worse. They did not have that much sunstone to burn.
Marzia’s follow-up experiments came to nothing. If burning calmstone could be extinguished at all, they were as far as ever from discovering how to do it.
Yalda sought out Palladia, the most experienced of the construction engineers, and asked her to consider the possibilities for discarding parts of the mountain. After a couple of days pondering the matter, she returned to Yalda’s office to sketch out her preliminary ideas.
“The two simplest options,” Palladia said, “would be to install a kind of sacrificial cladding—expendable tiles covering the surface that could be detached easily if they caught alight—or leaving the exterior as it is, and being prepared to blast an outer wall away, if necessary.”
“Blast an outer wall away?” Yalda was no longer prepared to rule out anything. “So we lose pressure, then spend a couple of years with everyone in cooling bags trying to make repairs?”
“Hardly,” Palladia replied, amused. “We’d divide the outer precincts into individual sections. We’d put pressure doors in all the access corridors, and pre-install a set of charges in each section. Once the lookouts identified the precise location of the fire, there’d be a procedure to follow: start the timers on the charges, evacuate everyone, seal the section… then the wall is blown into the void, taking the fire with it.”
“Tell me about the first option.” Yalda resisted adding: the sane one. “The tiles, the cladding.”
“There are two issues there,” Palladia said. “Can we mine enough material from the interior to put an effective layer of cladding on the surface, without causing structural problems? We need to be able to guarantee the integrity of every chamber under the loads arising from centrifugal force, not to mention the eventual re-use of the main engines. But even if we have enough raw material, the next question is whether we’d have time to clad the whole exterior before our luck runs out and the surface catches fire. That would be a massive task under any conditions—but with the mountain spinning it would be the hardest thing we’ve ever attempted.”
“We could delay the spin-up, if it was worth it,” Yalda suggested reluctantly. They could live off stunted wheat while they completed this shield, if it was actually going to be capable of protecting them.
Palladia said, “Let’s try to get some solid numbers.”
They worked together for ten days. Thanks to Marzia’s experiments they knew the rate at which calmstone burned, and though no one had yet been able to find one of the tiny impact sites on the surface, Yalda could estimate the depth to which dust particles of various masses would penetrate the cladding when they struck with infinite velocity. Palladia had surveyed the whole mountain during the construction phase, compiling the first detailed records of its composition, and she’d witnessed firsthand how various chambers had stood up to the stresses of the launch.
The numbers were not in their favor. To cover the mountain with a worthwhile protective layer would leave it gutted and weakened inside, to the point where its spin alone could start breaking it apart. But giving up on spin wouldn’t save them; the next time they fired the engines, to decelerate, the Peerless would turn to rubble.
“I want you to draw up plans for… our other option,” Yalda said.
Palladia regarded her with something close to panic.
“I’m not asking you to rush anything,” Yalda assured her. “You should take as long as you need to get this right. But you should make all your choices on the basis of structural considerations alone. We’ll address the other practicalities separately—if we have to move some pieces of equipment to safer locations, or duplicate some facilities, so be it.”
Palladia was still not happy. “When are you going to speak to Frido about this?”
Yalda said, “I’m speaking to you, because I know you can do the job. You can have as many assistants as you need—just pick whoever you want. You might have to wait until the spin engines are finished for some people to become available, but once that’s done this will be our highest priority.”
Palladia replied carefully, “I’m honored to be given this responsibility—but with respect, I think Frido and Babila should be involved. Assistants can follow instructions and check my calculations, but they won’t have the confidence to argue with me if I head down a wrong path. This is too important to be left to one person.”
Yalda could see the logic in that. “Why Frido and Babila?”
“They’re the most experienced engineers we have,” Palladia said. “Who else should I consult?”
She was afraid, Yalda realized. If something went wrong with the scheme and the Peerless ended up crippled and airless, the architects of the plan would be held accountable. Though Yalda would take most of the blame, anyone who had been too close to her on this would share the opprobrium. But if the most powerful members of the only other viable faction were equally enmeshed in the project, Palladia would have some protection in the aftermath.
Was that so unreasonable? And regardless of the politics, Yalda didn’t doubt that Frido and Babila would scrutinize the plans diligently. Whatever their disagreements, they were not going to jeopardize the Peerless itself just to undermine her.
“All right,” she said. “Let’s talk to Frido.”
They found Frido in his office. He listened patiently to their summary of the problem and the results of their calculations.
“Of course I’m happy to help,” he said. “But before we go any further, I think we should put this to a crew meeting—just as we did with the spin engines.”