They Also Serve (12 page)

"Would it take rocks out of me?" David asked.

"Of course," Jon cut in. "The rocks in your head."

David screwed up his face in surprisingly deep thought at that cut. "I wouldn't mind, if it would take my headaches with it." Caught off guard, even Jon agreed with David.

"If only it was that easy," Annie whispered.

For the first time that day, Ray thought about the doctor's report of last night. If it was just something in their heads, maybe they could come up with a solution that easy. After all, Ray had all that industrial capability waiting to go to work. Maybe they could build a full medical center.

After that, watching the nanos' work was about as interesting as watching paint dry. Mary ran a quick analysis; she already had a trend curve of time vs. expected recovered nanos. Her results were a tad below her optimum, but every planet was a bit different, she told all.

"Can we go swimming now?" David pleaded.

Mary shrugged. "All the work is done. It's just a matter of waiting. Why not?"

Jeff shook his head in disbelief. "No shoveling. No back-breaking work. No moving mountains to stripped soil, leave mud holes all over. That's not work!"

"I'll take it any day," Annie said. "So will me ma."

"Well, sonny boy," Mary winked at the two, "try that without my gear and know-how. It's easy to lose nanos, and they are not cheap to replace. People who know what they're doing and have the right gear can make the hardest jobs look easy."

Jeff was properly chastised. "How expensive is your gear? No. Can you make that stuff in your factory?"

Ray shook his head. "Nanos are built up one atom at a time. We didn't bring that technology. Probably would take us a couple of years to make the tools that made the stuff to make the gizmos to make them." Ray paused to see if Jeff had followed him.

"I see. We lost some of the Landers' tech, like fusion plants and radios. We had to concentrate on growing crops to feed us. Prioritize or die."

"You got it. We could make these things in our own lifetime if we had to. Our factory is multitasking."

"But should we?" Annie asked.

"We'll have to wait and see," Ray said as Cassie brought up a mule to give him a lift to the swimming hole. The pond was a good kilometer across and two or three long. On the right side—the side against the hill Mary was mining—the trees were undisturbed, a tall and multicolored stand of ancient growth, species of many different origins sharing the space in peace. Their long shadows threw cooling shade over the pond. The left side was a different story. A yellow gash showed where earth and plants had lost their battle against
gravity, probably aided and abetted by rain and wind. Thick trunks had been washed into the water flow, helping to build the dam that created the pond. Other downed logs, surrounded by brush, were pushing up new life. Ray tried to estimate which of the four potential evolutionary tracts was winning, but he wasn't sure which plants represented which of the three animals he'd been shown. Overall it looked like an even mix, with Earth green taking about a quarter.

Ray's head began to throb, probably the glare of the sun on the lake. He looked for a place in the shade. Work clothes were coming off, tops, bottoms. The miners and street kids had no regard for nudity. Annie started backpedaling.

"What's the matter, you never been skinny-dipping?" Jeff asked, shirt off, shoes coming off.

"Yes, with girls." Annie was still backing.

"And the boys never came around?" Jeff asked slyly.

"No, but if they did, we made it clear to 'em they were not welcome."

"And they listened!"

"Young women have ways of making it very clear to even very dumb boys what they want, Jeff. I don't want this. I'm going back to the wagon."

"Annie, there's no one here," Jeff pleaded.

"No one?"

"Well, from Hazel Dell."

"Father Joseph is here."

"He's off talking to one of the marines."

"He'll be back. I won't be." She headed back to camp.

Jeff tried to follow. One shoe off, he stepped on a rock, ended up hopping for a few steps, then fell. "Annie, help!"

Ray suspected he'd get no quiet on the shady side of the lake. As a senior officer, he also didn't want to be a witness to anything he couldn't look the other way fast enough to avoid. The damn canes made that difficult. He limped for the other side. Shouts and laughter came from the lake; someone was being dunked. Ray wished Rita was here and they had the lake to themselves. He could wish for a lot of things. What he had was what he had.

His headache was worse. Ahead, he could hear the chatter of young voices. Right, the kids had found a cave, or overhang, or something. Ray chuckled; they'd headed for it before a swim. He'd never understand people half his size, no matter how many kids he and Rita had. There was a trail leading up the side of the erosion. Broken twigs and bent back limbs showed where the kids had passed.

At one point he almost stopped. It was crazy for a grown man on canes to chase after kids, especially with a headache coming on. However, on second review, his headache was receding, and even his backache was less than he'd expect after a day like today. And
someone had to check on the kids. The swimming party was fully engaged at the moment; it looked like he was delegated the children. It might be good practice.

He found the overhang. Childish voices came from its deep shadows. There was a turn in there; it was a cave. "David, Jon, Rose!" Ray called out. The children suddenly got quiet. "Come out, kids. Are you sure there's not a bear in there?" Ray had no idea what might live in a cave on a planet with multiple evolutionary tracks. The kids didn't make a peep.

Ray was tired. He'd walked more in the past few minutes than Rita usually made him do on the exercise machine back home. He ought to sit down and rest. Movement drew his eye to the cave. Probably just a reflection of the sun off the water below. The swimmers were creating quite a few waves. Ray wondered what in there was keeping the kids so quiet. Probably was cooler; it sure was hot out here. He started in, careful to get his canes in place before risking each step.

The cave turned ninety degrees just past the overhang. The walls looked smooth. Ray studied the ceiling; it was four meters up and even. Considering how Mary had knocked around the next hill over, anything that wanted to fall was down already. There weren't any loose rocks around his canes. If both hands hadn't been busy with sticks, Ray might have scratched his chin in thought. The passage made another ninety-degree change in direction, turning deeper into the ravaged hill. Ray doubted there would be enough light for him to hobble safely. "Kids, I really can't go much farther. You're going to have to come out."

He reached the turn. The children huddled around a column reaching from floor to ceiling, each facing a side. Touching it with both hands, they leaned forward, forehead resting against the stone. The side facing Ray pulsed in an inviting, blue luminosity. Without thought, canes and feet covered the distance to the shaft. Even as part of him was drawn, moth-like, part of him stood back. Is this safe? What's drawing me? Are the kids in danger? What's happening?

Ray didn't know. Reaching out, he touched the column. It was surprisingly warm, like Rita's body as she lay in the sun. Good memories flooded Ray, leaving him awash in happiness. Comfortable reflections washed through his mind's eye, relaxing him as he rested his forehead upon the column.

Then the memories changed. Recollections of the Academy and early schools spun through his mind, followed by images of structures shooting gracefully into the sky. Waterfalls and giant purple trees marked off the spaces between high-reaching spires. Ray knew, without doubt, that this was a place of knowledge, a center of learning. The view changed. The buildings still reached for the sky, but the towers were smaller, more sized to the individual. Trees still grew, and water burbled over and down a fountain. Older heads lived here, people who found time to reflect, to grow wise. This was a home for grandparents.

And the picture in Ray's mind changed again. The towers this time were more subdued, chunky. There were places to climb, to reach out, to tumble down without being hurt more than young bodies needed for their learning. Small pools of water collected here and there where little hands might splash and play without risk. The house enclosed the grass, water, trees, not so much in walls as in a protective womb. A home to raise children in.

Now the pictures flashed before Ray faster and faster, but leaving behind a clear
feeling of understanding. That was where the people gathered to rule themselves. Here was where they went to celebrate birth, death, hope.

The architecture changed. Now it was more grounded in the earth. Where one reached for the sky, this cherished stone and soil, luxuriating in the darkness of the cave. Again, Ray saw the place for learning, for the wise and for the young, for joy and sorrow and expectation.

And again change came over what Ray saw. The dispassionate part of him wondered which of these architectures went with which evolutionary line Kat had shown him, for surely he was seeing the flowering of those species, the best they had grown into. The column was their testament. The relic that proclaimed they had passed this way. Was it a welcome to those who came after them, or a declaration to humanity to stay away? While the soldier in Ray couldn't help asking those questions, that part of him who felt more than saw what they presented knew the answer even as he asked it. This was their hello. We're here. We are like you. Come and join us. Be one with us.

Ray remembered the dream. "We are all one, under the skin of our differences," the Gardener said. Now he stood before Ray, smiling, even as more and more scenes from different worlds played through Ray's mind. He saw worlds with one sun, two suns, three. Worlds where gravity was low and whirligigs flew with gentle grace. Worlds where everything was heavy and life inched its way more carefully than he did on canes.

The Gardener nodded. "They've all been here. Come to smell my flowers, to rest beneath my trees. Here they took a moment's respite from their cares and struggles. Those of the Three came here, and I showed them what nature could be, left to herself." The Gardener smiled, but there was a gash over his eye. The arm that had swept possessively to take in all that Ray had seen, now ended above the elbow. The Gardener didn't seem to notice.

"This is a place where grown-ups played, where they came to discover again how to be small, and open and ready to learn. I'm only here to take care of the grounds. But they are beautiful, untouched grounds." As Ray listened, the voice sputtered. The Gardener was missing a leg. Splotches appeared on his skin.

He glanced down. "Never had this happen, not in all these years. Don't know why." He looked up, captured Ray's eyes with his own. "I've taken care of what I can. There's nothing more I can do. Seems there's less every moment. Remember my lesson."

"Yes," Ray said ... to an empty cave. The column was cool to the touch now. The children whimpered softly.

"What happened to the nice old man?" Rose asked. "He reminded me of Momma's grandfather."

"He reminded me of someone, too. I think we'd better go." Ray tried to herd the children for the exit.

"What happened to the old man?" Jon repeated.

"I don't know," Ray answered. "Come, kids, let's go. Mary's been shaking up the hills. It could be dangerous."

The hairs on the back of Ray's neck were up; fear flooded his gut. Something was wrong here. Ray wanted to run.

"He wouldn't let anything bad happen to us," David insisted.

Ray hobbled for the entrance. "Come with me, kids."

They did as they were told. Once in the light, Ray collapsed; the children huddled around him. Ray had no words to explain the depths of his fear. Unable to frame the questions, that failure did not shake him of his certainty that they were important. The sun brought back warmth. The laughs and shouts from the swimmers brought back hope. The children withdrew a fraction of an inch into themselves.

"I will miss him," Rose whispered.

"We all will," Ray assured her. Ray was a hardheaded, rational man, a commander of line beast. He feared no monster lurking under his bed. He paid attention to what was real, what he could touch, measure, shoot. So why was he telling a little girl that he would miss a phantom of his dreams?

Because I will

Seven

JEFF SAUNTERED OBLIVIOUSLY toward the cave. Ray cleared his throat; the young man jumped, took notice of them for the first time, and stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. "How does anyone understand them?" Jeff asked plaintively.

Ray had things that needed doing, but he doubted that answering Jeffs query would take much brainpower. "That half of the species seems to understand each other quite well."

"You're married. Could you talk to her?"

"Hold on." Ray threw a hand up in mock horror. "A wedding band means only one woman gets to confuse you. That vow about 'forsaking all others' is a kindness. Could you help me up?"

"You're probably right." Absentmindedly, Jeff offered a hand, then blinked as if seeing Ray for the first time. "You're white as a sheet. Are you okay?"

Ray stood with less difficulty than usual. "That remains to be seen. Jeff, please tell Mary to get a couple of her crew up here for some underground work pronto."

Jeff was shaking his head before Ray finished. "I'm not going near the water. Annie'll say I'm just there to ogle Mary."

"I think the kids found an alien device," Ray finished.

"They did!" Jeff headed for the cave.

"Nobody goes in there without full underground hazard gear."

"Why?"

"Because I say so." Ray tapped David on the shoulder. "Run down and tell Mary I want her up here."

"Can we go swimming now?" young voices asked in three-part harmony, suddenly remembering what they'd been promised.

"Get Mary and we'll see." Short legs took off, galloping.

"What's it like, the thing in there?" Jeff asked.

Ray rubbed his eyes, noted his headache was gone and his back only sore. He rotated his shoulders, standing upright with only one cane to stabilize him for the first time since Mary put him down. He could still taste the adrenaline in the dryness of his throat, the fear in the queasiness of his stomach. Yet he was feeling better than he had in a long time. "I don't know."

"I'll make sure the kids are getting Mary."

"Have her bring a laser drill and a materials analyzer. Air sniffer, too. I want to know everything about that place." Ray spoke to Jeff's retreating back, then turned back to the cave mouth. "I want to know everything you can tell me, old friend."

Two hours later, Ray knew the cave walls were made of a long-fiber ceramic that required special manufacturing and didn't belong in a cave, and the rock column showed no evidence of any activity—animal, vegetable, or electromagnetic. What had been in there? Sitting to meet the kids at their eye level, he looked into their faces. "You saw an old man." They nodded, eyes deep and solemn. "You saw places, buildings, other worlds."

"Yes," David said. "Lovely places," Rose agreed. "Can we go there?" Jon asked.

"I don't know." Ray rubbed his face; would anyone believe him if he told what he'd seen? Him and three kids with tumors in their heads. Was it real, or a figment of illness? Damn, he knew what pain and meds could do to a man's reality. Still, he'd never lost his grip on the real like this. Ray gnawed his lip and weighed his options, found them all wanting, and stood.

Only when he was up once more did it hit him how easy it was. "Damn." He did a quick survey of his pain level; nothing was screaming. Face it: Something has changed. Who would believe him? He stepped to where Mary stood eyeing the cave.

"Nothing we took in there showed a thing," she said, looking Ray up and down. "So what's going on out here, Colonel?"

Ray glanced down. "Nothing I want to talk about just now."

Mary nodded. "Same thing in there. Nothing I want to talk about at the moment either. Maybe nothing at all." She rotated her shoulders. "Maybe I should have had less fried chicken."

Ray shivered. "Need some time to figure this one out."

"Yes, sir."

"Mr. Ambassador, sir," came from behind Ray in Rose's high-pitched voice. He turned to see her galloping toward him. "My momma wants to talk to you."

Ray took the commlink. "Ambassador Longknife here."

"Thank heavens. I know you planned to talk with me tonight, but I don't think this can
wait. There are riots in Refuge. Several buildings are burning, including another fire at the archives. Mobs are roaming the streets, and our safety people cannot respond fast enough. We need help."

"We'll do our best. Does this happen often?"

"Mr. Ambassador, I assure you, we have not seen anything like this in our three-hundred-year history." Ray glanced at Jeff and Annie. They nodded agreement.

"So how come you have it now?"

"A number of problems seem to have all come up at once," San Paulo answered slowly. "Yesterday, Victoria locked Sterling Industries onto the copper standard. She'll accept no aluminum payments. That shook the market. Managers told people showing up for work today there might not be any work in a few days."

"That fast?" Ray asked incredulously.

"Jeff Sterling's with you. He'll tell you."

Jeff looked like he could, and might enjoy it, too.

Right now, Ray needed time and information. "Ms. San Paulo, I'll see what help I can get moving and call you back." Ray closed down the commlink, gave it to Rose, and turned to his team. "Folks, we have a problem. Mary, have Cassie get the metal back to base. Mary, Jeff, we've got to talk."

"Yessirs," answered Ray as he acquired a mule for immediate return. Ray tapped his commlink, got Barber. "Hell's a-popping. They've got riots in Refuge. We've got some interesting stuff here at the mine, and I want to see you as soon as I get back."

"Gosh, and I've had such a quiet day," the chief laughed. "Doc said he had something for you as soon as you get in."

"Great," Ray sighed. "I'll stop by the hospital first. Cassie'11 have you a half trailer of metal in an hour."

"Good. I'll get the factories going."

"We'll need to talk about what you produce."

"I knew you'd say that," Barber groaned. "Base out before you ruin my day worse."

Ray chuckled grimily at the commlink, then turned to Jeff. "What's your sister up to?"

"Running for empress of the world. What do you know about economics, Mr. Ambassador?"

"About as much as an infantryman needs to," Ray said pointedly as Mary put the mule in gear.

"Then I'll be fast and simple. What you don't have is worth more than what you do. Gold was rare on Earth, thus valuable. Here, copper is both rare and in high demand for every tech application. You can use aluminum or iron, but copper's better. Hell, we use salt water for some stuff. My grand-something Jason staked out the only copper mine we've found. Best iron ore as well. As soon as the original salvage from
Santa Maria
ran out, we Sterlings became the only game in town. And since Dad died and Mom decided
she'd prefer praying to running the business, Vicky calls the shots. Following me so far?"

"I think so."

"Now then, brother Mark locates a hill just full of bauxite up north. The psalm singers are none too happy to have us hard-drinking, going-to-hell miners show up. Big sis is even less happy. Mark's competition. Not only on the raw metal scene, but also bro Mark sets up factories, makes electric motors, communication gear, all kinds of things that compete with Vicky's one-hundred-percent market share."

"No monopolist welcomes competition," Ray nodded.

"That's the background; now we get to today's riots. We Sterlings run both the business and the financial life of this world. Copper is not only the critical feed for industry, it's also the basis for our money." Jeff fished in his pocket, produced two coins. "Most of this is ceramic. However, its center slug of copper makes it money. We've always had some aluminum-based money in circulation. That wasn't a problem until Mark struck it big time. Mark starts minting money, and the price of everything went up. Pissed off Vicky big time."

"Inflation," Ray nodded.

"Right; too much money chasing too few goods. Before we had deflation, a very limited copper-based money supply and a growing population producing more and more goods. Result, the value of everything went down. Except for what Vicky made. She kept her prices up or higher. The value of the goods and services used to pay for her products decreased. She got more for the same product She loved it."

Ray folded his arms. "And the farmers hated it"

"Cost of a village phone system went from half a year's production to two years' worth of work in one generation, a generation that added a million more people. Old folks remember how far a copper dollar used to stretch. Grumble to the kids. Everyone gets mad," Jeff sighed. "Then along comes Mark's aluminum dollar. Folks have plenty of money. Deflation stops. Sis gets the same, maybe less value for the same product. Boy, did she squawk. As much as she could, she demanded copper coin for her stuff. Yesterday I guess she made it official. You want copper products, you pay in copper coin."

"Seems like your brother Mark would love it. Step right in and grab Vicky's market."

"He would, in another couple of years. He's not ready yet."

"A preemptive strike." Ray scowled. Economics might be economics, but he knew a war when he saw it. Still. "People are reacting awfully fast, taking to the streets and burning things when all they've been told is there might be problems."

Jeff nodded. "There's been a lot of talk lately. Your people and what you're going to do. Jonah's crazies. I don't know. Maybe this was just the straw that broke the bridge."

"Maybe," Ray agreed. Or maybe there was something more? The rational part of his mind had only scorn for the very question. The part he dreamed with was none too sure.

"Step on it, Mary." Ray hung on and wondered what Doc was so excited about. He also wondered what they could do to help Refuge. Twenty years of soldiering had taught him to look for his opponent's center of gravity. Ray still wasn't sure who his opposition was, much less what was important.

Mary followed Ray and Jeff into the hospital. The doc took one look at Ray walking in with a single cane for support, and waved him toward the scanner in Med Bay One. "What happened?" Jerry asked as Ray settled comfortably on the table.

"You tell me, Doc, and we'll both know."

"Looks like you've had as intriguing a day as I've had."

"Doc, you tell me your tale, then maybe I'll tell you mine."

"That bad?"

"Maybe that hard to believe," Ray growled. "Talk to me, Doc. Make me happy."

"Let me get this going," Doc said, worked his control board for a long minute, then came to stand beside Ray. "I've been taking blood from people all day, like a hungry vampire. Locals, first group down, latest arrivals. All have varying levels of virus in their blood. The longer down here, the more."

The control station for the scanner beeped happily that it was done. Doc returned to tap it, "hummed" noncommittally several times, then asked Ray, "You still need help off the table?"

Ray swung his legs over the side, positioned his cane as a safety measure, then eased himself off. "Not bad," Doc noted and glanced at Jeff. "Does he go everywhere you go?"

"Jeff has just become my chief of local intelligence, mores, rumors, and other duties as assigned." Ray frowned at the young man, raising the question with an eyebrow.

"I'm in," Jeff agreed.

"The smell that just got real thick in here, Doc, is Jeff's burning bridges," Mary laughed.

"Gosh, and I didn't bring any marshmallows. Welcome to our happy bunch of campers, Jeff." Doc offered his hand, then brightened. "Does this mean I can get a complete set of tissues and liquid samples from this man?"

Jeff yanked his hand back.

"Down, Doc," Ray chuckled. "I'm your guinea pig today. What kind of rumors is your meticulous scanner handing out?"

Doc got serious as he turned back to his analytical readouts. "Your back has knitted almost completely in the past twenty-four hours. I suspect I surprise you in no way when I tell you it shouldn't have happened. Wonder why?"

Ray shrugged, not yet willing to talk about his day.

Doc moved the scan results up to Ray's skull. "Brain mass has expanded downward. That might take some of the pressure off your skull. Let me check something." Three other images appeared. "Compare tumor masses against the brain's total mass," Doc ordered, then pointed as numbers appeared beside all four.

"Right. You and the kids have the same mass per brain weight, to within the third decimal."

"Any idea what that means?" Ray asked.

"Damned if I know." The good doctor shrugged. He called up a dozen different skull scans. "Anybody came in here today got a brain scan. You got a cold. You got hemorrhoids. You got a skull scan," Jerry chuckled. "Last was a bit hard to explain. Anyway, based on my incomplete random sample, you will note something interesting. These are organized by age, youngest at the top." He let each scan run for fifteen seconds. The ones at the top showed brightly colored patterns. The ones at the bottom showed significantly less.

"And that means?" Ray said.

"I haven't found a pattern to the size of the mass. Some have only a small one, others more. None has one anywhere near as large as you and the kids. However, there is a clear pattern by age. In older samples, activity is reduced. In the younger ones, that thing, whatever it is, is active as the dickens."