Inverted World (33 page)

Perhaps I had inherited that fanaticism, for now I felt that only I maintained the city’s sense of survival. For me it was given substance in the building of the bridge, however hopeless that task might. seem.

In one of the corridors I met Gelman Jase. He was now many subjective miles younger than me, because he had been north only infrequently.

“Where are you going?” he said.

“Up north. There’s nothing for me in the city at the moment.”

“Aren’t you going to the meeting?”

“Which meeting?”

“The Terminators’.”

“Are you going?” I said.

My voice had obviously reflected the disapproval I felt, for he said defensively: “Yes. Why not? It’s the first time they’ve come into the open.”

“Are you with them?” I said.

“No … but I want to hear what they say.”

“And what if they persuade you?”

“That’s not likely,” said Jase.

“Then why go?”

Jase said: “Is your mind totally closed, Helward?”

I opened my mouth to deny it… but said nothing. The fact was that my mind was closed.

“Don’t you believe in another point of view?” he said.

“Yes … but there’s no debate on this issue. They’re in the wrong, and you know it as well as I do.”

“Just because a man’s wrong doesn’t mean he’s a fool.”

I said: “Gelman, you’ve been down past. You know what happens there. You know the city would be taken there by the movement of the ground. Surely there’s no question about what the city should do.”

“I know. But they have the ear of a large percentage of the people. We should hear them out.”

“They’re enemies of the city’s security.”

“O.K… . but to defeat an enemy one should know him. I’m going to the meeting because this is the first time their views are being publicly expressed. I want to know what I’m up against. If we’re going to go across that bridge, it’s going to be people like me who will see us across. If the Terminators have got an alternative, I want to hear it. If not, I want to know it.”

“I’m going up north,” I said.

Jase shook his head. We argued a while longer, and then we went to the meeting.

Some miles before, the work on rebuilding the crèche had been abandoned.

The damage had long since been cleared leaving bare the broad metal base of the city, open on three sides to the countryside. At the northern side of this area, against the bulk of the rest of the city, some reconstruction work had been done, and the timber facings afforded the speakers a suitable background and a slightly raised platform from which to address the crowd.

As Jase and I came out of the last building and walked across the space there were already a considerable number of people there. I was surprised that so many were here; the resident population of the city had already been considerably depleted by the men drafted to work on the bridge, but at a rough estimate it seemed to me that there were at least three or four hundred people present. Surely there could be few people who were not here? The workers on the bridge, the Navigators, and a few proud guildsmen?

A speech was already in progress, and the crowd was listening without much response. The main text of the speech—made by a man I recognized as one of the food synthesists—was a description of the physical environment through which the city was currently passing.

“… the soil is rich, and there is a good chance that we could grow our own crops. We have abundant water, both locally and to the north of us.”

Laughter. “The climate is agreeable. The local people are not hostile, nor need we make them so—”

After a few minutes, he stood down to a ripple of applause. Without preamble, the next speaker came forward. It was Victoria.

“People of the city, we face another crisis brought upon us by the Council of Navigators. For thousands of miles we have been making our way across this land, indulging ourselves in all that is inhuman to stay alive.

Our way of staying alive has been to move forward, towards the north. Behind us—” and she waved her hand to encompass the broad stretch of countryside that lay beyond the southern edge of the platform “—is that period of our existence. Ahead of us they tell us there is a river. One we must cross to further ensure our survival. What is beyond that river they do not tell us, because they do not know.”

Victoria talked for a long time, and I confess I was prejudiced against her from her first words. It sounded to me like cheap rhetoric, but the crowd seemed to appreciate it. Perhaps I was not as indifferent as I supposed, for when she described the building of the bridge and threw in the accusation that many men had died, I started forward to protest. Jase caught my arm.

“Helward … don’t.”

“She’s talking rubbish!” I said, but already a few voices in the crowd shouted that that was rumour. Victoria conceded it neatly, but added that there was probably more going on at the bridge site than was generally known; this was greeted with some approval.

Victoria brought her speech to an unexpected conclusion.

“I say that not only is this bridge unnecessary, but that it is dangerous too. In this I have an expert opinion. As many of you know, my father is Chief Guildsman of the Bridge-Builders. He it is who designed the bridge. I ask you now to listen to what he has to say.”

“God … she couldn’t do that!” I said.

Jase said: “Lerouex is not a Terminator.”

“I know. But he’s lost faith.”

Bridges Lerouex was already on the platform. He stood by the side of his daughter, waiting for the applause to die down. He did not look directly at the crowd, but stared down at the floor. He looked tired, old, and beaten.

“Come on, Jase. I’m not going to watch him be humiliated.”

Jase looked at me uncertainly. Lerouex was preparing to speak.

I pushed forward through the crowd, wanting to be away before he said anything. I had learned to respect Lerouex, and did not wish to be present in his moment of defeat.

A few yards forward, I stopped again.

Standing behind Victoria and her father, I had recognized someone else.

For a moment I couldn’t place either the name or the face … then it came.

It was Elizabeth Khan.

I was shocked to see her again. It had been many miles since she had left: at least eighteen miles in city-time, many more in my own subjective time. After she had left I had tried to put her from my mind.

Lerouex had started to address the crowd. He spoke softly, and his words did not carry.

I was staring at Elizabeth. I knew why she was there. When Lerouex had finished humiliating himself, she was going to speak. I knew already what she would say.

I started forward again, but suddenly my arm was caught. It was Jase.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“That girl,” I said. “I know her. She’s from outside the city. We mustn’t let her speak.”

People around us were telling us to be quiet. I struggled to release myself from Jase but he held me back.

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause, and I realized that Lerouex had finished.

I said to Jase: “Look … you’ve got to help me. You don’t know who that girl is!”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blayne coming towards us.

“Helward … have you seen who’s here?”

“Blayne! For God’s sake help me!”

I struggled again, and Jase fought to hold me. Blayne moved over quickly, took my other arm. Together they pulled me backwards, out of the crowd to the very edge of the city’s metal base.

“Listen, Helward,” said Jase. “Stay here and listen to her.”

“I know what she’s going to say!”

“Then allow the others to hear.”

Victoria stepped forward to the edge of the platform.

“People of the city, we have one more person to speak to you. She is not known to many of us, because she is not of our city. But what she has to say is of great importance, and afterwards there will no longer be any doubt in your minds as to what we must do.”

She raised her hand, and Elizabeth stepped forward.

Elizabeth spoke softly, but her voice carried clearly to all present.

“I am a stranger to you here,” she said, “because I was not born as you were within the walls of the city. However, you and I are of one kind: we are human, and we are of a planet called Earth. You have survived in this city for nearly two hundred years, or seven thousand miles by your way of measuring time. About you has been a world in anarchy and ruins. The people are ignorant, uneducated, stricken with poverty. But not all people of this world are in this state. I am from England, a country where we are beginning to reconstruct a kind of civilization. There are other countries too, bigger and more powerful than England. So your stable and organized existence is not unique.”

She paused, testing the reaction of the crowd so far. There was silence.

“I came across your city by accident, and lived here for a while within your transference section.” There was some surprised reaction to this. “I have talked with some of you, I know how you live. Then I left the city, and returned to England. I’ve spent nearly six months there, trying to understand your city and its history. I know much more now than I did on my first visit.”

She paused again. Somewhere in the crowd a man shouted: “England is on Earth!”

Elizabeth did not respond. Instead she said: “I have a question. Is there anyone here responsible for the city’s engines?”

There was a short silence, then Jase said: “I am a Traction guildsman.”

Heads turned in our direction.

“Then you can tell us what powers the engines.”

“A nuclear reactor.”

“Describe how the fuel is inserted.”

Jase released me and moved to one side. I felt Blayne’s hold on me loosen, and I could have escaped him. But like everyone else listening, my attention had been caught by the curious questions.

Jase said: “I don’t know. I have never seen it done.”

“Then before you can stop your city, you must find out.”

Elizabeth moved back, and spoke quietly to Victoria. A moment later she came forward again.

“Your reactor is no such thing. Unwittingly, the men you call your Traction guildsmen have been misleading you. The reactor is not functioning, and has not done so for thousands of miles.”

Blayne said to Jase: “Well?”

“She’s talking nonsense.”

“
Do 
you know what fuels it?”

“No,” said Jase quietly, although many of the people around us were listening. “Our guild believes that it will run indefinitely without attention.”

“Your reactor is no such thing,” Elizabeth said again.

I said: “Don’t listen to her. The fact that we have electrical power means the reactor is working. Where else do we get the power?”

From the platform, Elizabeth said: “Listen to me.”

Elizabeth said she was going to tell us about Destaine. I listened with the others.

Francis Destaine was a particle physicist who lived and worked in Britain, on Earth planet. He lived at a time when Earth was running critically short of electrical energy. Elizabeth recited the reasons, which were essentially that fossil fuels were burnt to provide heat, which was converted into energy. When the fuel deposits ran out there would be no more energy.

Destaine, Elizabeth said, claimed to have devised a process whereby apparently unlimited amounts of energy could be produced without any kind of fuel. His work had been discredited by most scientists. In due course the energy that was derived from fossil fuels had run out, and there followed on Earth planet a long period now known as the Crash. It had brought to an end the advanced technological civilization that had dominated Earth.

She said that the people on Earth were now beginning to rebuild, and Destaine’s work was instrumental in this. His process as originally outlined was crude and dangerous, but a more sophisticated development was manageable and successful.

“What has this to do with halting the city?” someone shouted.

Elizabeth said: “Listen.”

Destaine had discovered a generator which created an artificial field of energy which, when existing in close proximity to another similar field, caused a flow of electricity. His discreditors based their criticisms on the fact that this had no practical use as the two generators consumed more electricity than they produced.

Destaine was unable to obtain either financial or intellectual support for his work. Even when he claimed to have discovered a natural field—a translateration window, as he called it—and could thus produce his effect without the need of a second generator, he was still ignored.

He claimed that this natural window of potential energy was moving slowly across the surface of the Earth, following a line which Elizabeth described as the great circle.

Destaine eventually managed to raise money from private sponsors, had a mobile research station built, and with a large team of hired assistants set off for the Kuantung province of southern China where, he claimed, the natural translateration window existed.

Elizabeth said: “Destaine was never heard from again.”

Elizabeth said that we were on Earth planet, that we had never left Earth.

She said that the world on which we existed was Earth planet, that our perception of it was distorted by the translateration generator which, self-powering as long as it was running, continued to produce the field about us.

She said that Destaine had ignored the side-effects that other scientists had warned him of: that it could permanently affect perception, that it could have genetic and hereditary effects.

She said that the translateration window still existed on Earth, that many others had been found.

She said that the window Destaine had discovered in China was the one our own generator was still tapping.

That following the great circle it had travelled through Asia, through Europe.

That we were now at the edge of Europe and that before us lay an ocean several thousand miles wide.

She said … and the people listened …

Elizabeth finished speaking. Jase walked slowly through the crowd towards her.

I headed back towards the entrance to the rest of the city. I passed within a few feet of the platform, and Elizabeth noticed me.