Chapter
One
Everything
Dara had fought for was represented by the rock that Uta had
picked, but she hating having to stay behind when Tourlene
and Eldurn left the ship to fasten the electronic marker to
the tumbling surface. She felt like Michael Collins, left
in orbit while Aldrin and Armstrong bounced around on the
surface of the moon. She never thought about what it would
have been like for him before, his friends going on to become
household names while he was merely the one who maintained
the getaway car. Tourlene was right to be concerned, however;
with an entire family of rocks drifting in some sort of uneasy
equilibrium, they should wait until they knew more.
"I doubt
the field is a result of a collision, at least not in the
way you say, Torv." Jurri was peering eagerly into the screen
which showed the entire field up close. Torv gave Dara a half
wave and she nodded. Jurri hadn't been herself since they'd
found the human brain in the drone ship, and it was good to
see her taking an interest again.
"What
are you thinking?" Dara asked her.
"Any object
that collided with the Marée would have blasted pieces all
over the place."
"I've
run the numbers, and some material is missing," Torv said.
Jurri
shook her head, "Just think about it. It would all be missing.
Any comet with enough velocity or mass that it could tear
a planet right down to its metal core would have been right
up there with Theia. There is just no way."
"So what
are you proposing?" Torv leaned back.
"It took
millions of years before Earth settled after the Theia impact.
So there's no way this was that long ago."
Torv nodded.
That was a problem. If Marée was a capture from Scholz's Star,
then it was relatively recent addition. That didn't allow
enough time to recoalesce or find a stable orbit. That meant
it could have a fluctuating orbit above the plane; that it
might at times be affected by the gravity of Saturn and Jupiter
when they were in resonance, although the far away sun with
its much larger gravitational hold would presumably help it
stay in place.
"You see
it?" Jurri demanded.
"You're
saying that it couldn't have been blasted apart and then had
the time to have more gravitational attraction than the force
of the original impact. That there wasn't time for it to overcome
that?"
Jurri
slapped the hull, as though she were inviting someone to dinner,
"Exactly."
Dara listened
to them with half an ear. The Marée field became more fantastic
the closer they were to it. Since they'd moor to a rock, she
couldn't see the whole field in her sensors, but she'd set
the computer to building a three-dimensional model. It was
crunching the masses and distances, and she could tell she'd
overloaded it. She thought about asking Torv to help her with
the code, but she didn't want to run to him for everything.
With thousands
of bodies of a size that could gravitationally affect one
another, and just as many gravitational influences from nearby
planets and asteroids, it wasn't possible to predict much
about the field. It was hard to imagine that Scholz's Star
had lost a planetoid that had then settled into an orbit so
quickly, and if it did, why it had such a profound orbital
inclination.
"Done,"
Tourlene said into the reverse microphone she'd set up while
they were still approaching Marée. When she came to the cockpit
she was expansive, "We have a beacon planted. It codes for
all the major rocks--"
"Define
major," Rijurn said from the edge of the hatch.
"At least
fifty metres. Torv coded it in." Tourlene was obviously done
with that line of questioning. Dara grinned at Rijurn. She
was earnest, but Tourlene was a force of nature. She could
wrestle the rocks into a planet again if she wanted, but she
was more interested in mining.
"Your
scans turning up anything about composition?"
"Mining
again?" Dara shook her head.
"That's
what we're here for," Tourlene said simply.
She's
not wrong, Dara thought. But she's almost obsessive.
"We're pulling in information on the m-types, but metal is
always easy. Mostly nickel-iron, some signatures of heavier
elements. And the water ices. Carbon dioxide, methane, ammonia.
Lots of volatiles." Tourlene looked satisfied. "The silicates
are giving problems. Silicon carbide and graphite, hydrocarbons
and glycine. But it's the amounts."
"We can
build with the metals," Jurri said.
"We really
need a larger room to congregate," Dara laughed. "All we do
is hang out in the hatch and trade ideas like we're throwing
rocks."
"At least
Mac's not here," Rijurn agreed.
"Where
is Mac?" Dara reached for the call button. "He went out with
Eldurn. They were going to try something."
"I don't
like the sound of try."
"It was
my idea," Torv confessed. "You know that I tore apart one
of the fabricators?"
Dara nodded.
She hadn't liked that either.
The fabricators
were one of the best kept secrets of the Corps. They were
widely thought to contain nanotechnology, but it was layered
underneath so much shielding and security measures--as well
as software protections--that they were almost impossible
to open. And if they were opened, they imploded and left nothing
behind to hack. They were a fantastically useful device, but
the Corps knew what they had. They tracked each item built
by their fabricators, and many products were on a banned list.
Principal of those was a fabricator. If it was hacked, and
no longer sent information to the Corps about what it was
building, then it would be quite easy to duplicate. Then the
nanotechnology revolution would escape Corps control. If everyone
had a fabricator they would have material independence.
"I've
run some of the code on this," Torv lifted his hand. It felt
normal now, that he wore some kind of super sleeve over his
withered arm, but Dara still looked away at the mention of
it. She quickly looked back, but no one had noticed. It still
felt rude to talk about deformity.
"And?"
Dara was angry with herself.
"I think
I've cracked them. They're nanotech, no surprise there. But
they're not meant to be opened. The coding kills them if the
bypasses are broken, and then the software running their processes
gets corrupted. It was delicate."
Jurri
looked like she hadn't known that's what Torv was doing, "You
opened one of those in here?" Everyone knew about nanotech
experiments gone wrong. For every success, for every Derian
and Vesta, there were a few like Ausonia and Prylis. Rules
about nanotech had gotten strict, and not surprisingly, the
Corps were the one most involved in regulating the sale of
experimental nanos.
"That's
why they're working outside." Torv looked at them, "We're
going to need help. We can't cobble together a planet-sized
habitat on our own, not even with a hundred people from Below."
Dara frowned.
She liked to think that they'd left the appellations of Below
and Above behind them, but old habits of speech died hard.
"So what
did you do?" Jurri pressed against the wall as though she
wanted to dent it with her body. Dara watched her hands. That
was always her friend's tell. When she was upset, she smoothed
her clothing.
Torv looked
at her hands as well before he tried to answer. "I had them
pry open the case outside, and solder some connections. I've
been working on it from here. Not super complex code. Anyone
could crack it."
They weren't
convinced, but Torv had already proven to be more insightful
than the rest.
"And what's
the plan?" Tourlene asked.
"If I
can get them rallied, then I think we can begin to spin metal
from one of the nickel-irons. We're going to need structures.
We can begin with a metal dome and then close it in."
"Like
Derian?" Rijurn grabbed Jurri's arm.
"That's
the idea. But we'll need to capture the ices first, and then
weld it together. And for that we'll need equipment. It's
a bit overwhelming."
"It's
a logistics problem," Jurri said. "Come."
Dara grinned
as she led Torv aft. "Engine control room?" she asked Tourlene.
"The container,"
the woman replied. "She wants to show him the terrarium."
In a whimsical
moment Dara had brought her childhood terrarium with her as
they fled Garonic. It had spent most of the trip sealed into
a cupboard, but when it was released into Jurri's care she
used it to remind herself of what they were doing. It helped
get her past the terror of the eviscerated brain the Corps
had sent out in probes. Now it was apparently going to be
a model for their new habitat.
"He's
right," Tourlene said. "We can't do this on our own. And if
the people from Below are coming, then we're going to need
habitats. And quick. I say let him try. I was going to propose
blowing up one of the smaller metal rocks. Run it as an experiment."
"How would
you do that?" Rijurn took Torv's seat as soon as he vacated
it.
"Solar
mirrors."
"Ah."
Rijurn knew the technological hurdles just as well as the
rest of them. With the sun less than a quarter as bright as
it was on Earth, they would need huge mirrors to concentrate
its rays enough to melt a solid asteroid.
The tech
itself was almost brutish by comparison with using the delicate
fabricators. A hollowed out metal asteroid would be filled
with volatiles, and then sealed and spun up to a certain rotational
speed. Once the mirrors were focused on it, and it was spinning
fast enough, the exterior would gradually melt. The layers
of metal would protect the interior from the heat until the
entire asteroid was nearly melted, and then the volatiles
would reach optimum temperature and, despite the pressure
of the asteroid sides, flash-steam in seconds. As the material
expanded, it would blow the molten metal into a ball.
Cold metal
could be deformed by explosive forming, but that only worked
with homogenous materials. An asteroid consisted of hundreds
of compounds and elements, and that meant it would fly into
pieces unless the exterior were made plastic from heating.
Then it might, if everything went well, form the walls of
a chamber. Such a brute force approach would not necessarily
result in a symmetrical chamber, but theoretically its shape
could be refined by keeping the chamber spinning and using
centrifugal force to push out on the chamber walls as it was
heated. Even if one of the sides blew out as volatiles expanded
to flash-steam, that could be resealed later or used as an
airlock. They were only looking for a quick way to roughly
shape the chamber walls.
The experiment
had been done on metallic asteroids in the early days of the
belt colonization, although as refining methods improved,
they tended to use disk spinning to shape materials. Lives
had been lost with the former method, and more than one asteroid
had been blown into fragments.
"You see
how it is," Tourlene grimaced. "We need the nanos whether
we want them or not."
The splendor
of the sky never lost its glory. Dara was long past ready
to sleep, but she kept the view screen on the blasted pieces
of rubble and snowballs which made up the Marée field. Large
irregular pieces showed where their rounded edge had once
been a surface of a planet and others were simply jagged or
shorn cliffs and mountains. She wondered what it had looked
like originally. It might have been an inner planet of Scholz's
Star, and maybe even one that harboured life. She tried to
picture the fragments glued together again, a kind of kid's
project of a planet. It might have had oceans, and that was
where the water had originated. Although they would have to
be oceans the depth of those on Europa. Amongst many of the
fragments floated a glitter of ice, and chunks larger than
their combined ship gently bumped the larger pieces. If Jurri
was right and it was only slowly reassembling, then the gravitational
tug of too many small pieces must have been to blame.
"Still
looking?" Rijurn's eyes were half closed.
"It's
still hard to believe that we're here," Dara pointed to Torv's
usual seat. "Just think, if Mum's right, then the field has
been gradually coalescing for less than a hundred thousand
years. We've arrived in the nick of time, geologically speaking."
"You're
going to lose your nick, if you don't come to bed."
Dara groaned
but followed. She stripped in the hall because of the narrow
cubicle, and then crawled in with Rijurn. She wasn't sure
when they'd gone from comforting one another over the Corps'
horrifying inhumanity to the relationship they were now beginning,
but it was soothingly comfortable. There was too much to be
done to be concerned about long term plans, and with a hundred
ships burning through the Dark toward them, there wasn't time
to sort out their feelings.
"We'll
have to talk about the ships with Garonic. Figure out what
they want in return," she told Rijurn but she just groaned
and offered her back. Dara plotted while the ship drifted
in the Marée field. She wondered if their gravitational pull
was enough to gather dust on their hull. Or even impede their
engines. She made a mental note to ask Mac when she woke the
next morning.