On the contrary, I think we would have much in common. The structure of this type of distributed intelligence should be quite similar to my neural net architecture.
She was keeping the connection open to allow Valkyrie to see what they saw and analyze the surroundings in a way they could not. I don’t know, Valkyrie. Our tendency is to try to relate something alien to ourselves in order to make it comprehensible. I understand what you mean about the technical structure, but I suspect what we’re dealing with here isn’t remotely like you, or like anything humans have ever created or encountered.
Well, I still think we’d have a lot in common.
She squelched a laugh. Was Valkyrie pouting?
No.
I think you are.
Not squelched enough, apparently, as Caleb cocked an eyebrow. “Something funny?”
“Valkyrie’s pouting because I said she wasn’t similar to the planet’s intelligence—to Akeso.”
‘I am not pouting.’
Caleb laughed. “Sounds like pouting to me.”
Silence fell on Valkyrie’s end, and they followed suit for several minutes, walking hand-in-hand in sight of the river. The late afternoon breeze was warm and pleasant, and the background of gurgling water blended with the planet’s ever-present hum to create a soothing melody.
‘You know what? I think you were right—I think I was pouting. Fascinating.’
Alex chuckled heartily. “Self-awareness is one of the first signs of true wisdom, Valkyrie. I read that somewhere.”
When they crested a sloping hill, Caleb stopped. He dropped her hand and turned in a slow circle, his eyes on the horizon. “I’ll be honest. I wouldn’t be averse to staying here for a while, but I know we shouldn’t. We came here—to the portal network—for a reason, and dallying isn’t going to bring us any closer to the answers we’re seeking.”
“No, it isn’t.” She smiled at him. “But the world won’t end if we stay another day or two.”
“That grouping there looks like a sailship.”
“Where?”
She grasped Caleb’s arm and slid her hand up it until she reached his, then nudged it to point where she meant. “See?”
“Hmm. To me it looks like a walrus’ face. It even has tusks.”
She shifted her head for a different vantage…and scowled. “And now I can’t unsee that. Thanks.”
“Anytime.” He drew both their hands back down and brought her knuckles to his lips.
Caleb had never known Earth’s constellations, and Seneca was far too young a colony to have developed a pantheon of its own, so they’d decided to make up their own constellations for the new, unfamiliar stars they lay beneath.
As a child she’d learned all the constellations, studying furiously during the week to impress her dad when he came home on the weekends. And while eventually she’d come to understand they had no objective existence, much less meaning—not only were they recognizable solely from Earth but in reality the stars in a constellation were many light-years apart—she nevertheless recalled them fondly.
Or perhaps her fondness was for the nights spent stargazing alongside her dad, nights when she was still flush with innocence and insatiable curiosity.
Here, now, she wished her father remained in her head, so he’d recall those nights as well and they could reminisce. In the weeks after the final battle against the Metigens, an increasing number of glitches and errors arose in her father’s…virtual construct, for want of a better term. Valkyrie ultimately determined that for now, she lacked the ability—the technology, the algorithms, the necessary inputs—to build and maintain an integral personality separate from but residing inside her neural network.
Valkyrie had continued to study the problem, but when the time came for her to be transferred into the Siyane, certain sacrifices needed to be made due to space considerations. Quantum hardware was shrinking rapidly, but not that rapidly. The partial essence of her father’s consciousness still existed, quarantined and rendered dormant in a subsector of Valkyrie’s processes with his permission, such as it was, and hers.
It had been an amazing gift to be able to carry a piece of him with her for a time—something no one else was able to say about a loved one they’d lost—and perhaps one day she would again.
She forcibly put aside the maudlin thoughts; this was a splendid, perfect night, and she didn’t want to ruin it with ineffectual moping. “I wonder if any of these stars harbor life.”
Caleb wound his hands behind his head. “We have a very small sample size to extrapolate from—namely, us—but I suspect because the TLF wave points here, any other intelligent beings in this space will have originated here.”
“But life could emerge independently…unless….”
“Unless life doesn’t emerge anywhere without the Metigens seeding it.”
She groaned. “I’m sorry, but they are not gods. They may be an ancient and scientifically advanced species, but that doesn’t make them gods—it just makes them old.”
4
EKOS-3
* * *
ALEX CONSIDERED THE UNEXPECTED SCENE on the other side of the viewport. “Are those…towers?”
After three delightful days they’d reluctantly departed Akeso to investigate the final ‘inhabited’ planet in the system. A quarter of an AU more distant from the system’s sun, it was colder and smaller than Akeso had been.
It also had dozens if not hundreds of what appeared to be towers jutting up through the atmosphere.
As they circled the planet in high orbit, more of the structures came into view. Only the tops were visible, but scans confirmed they continued down all the way to the surface. And they appeared to be constructed of timber and foliage. Long, thin limbs stretched through a thick mesosphere in twisting branches, and the structures grew progressively thicker as they descended toward the ground.
Caleb leaned in to study the scanner images. “They’re not trees—not naturally growing ones, anyway. But as for what they are? If I had to guess, I’d say this particular planet’s intelligence is trying to reach the stars.”
“Quite a deductive leap from limited data.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I was in the head of one.”
“Granted. We should investigate where these towers originate. Let’s pick a point as far away as possible from any of the structures then go in-atmosphere.”
“Cautiously.”
She eyed him. “You think it’s hostile.”
“I think it’s aggressive. That may or may not be the same thing, but this isn’t the place to take unnecessary risks.”
“I can see that.” She took the controls and eased them through the atmosphere, as much as one could ‘ease’ through a planetary atmosphere.
When the clouds thinned, they revealed a most unusual landscape.
The roots of the nearest tower spanned multiple kilometers in every direction from the trunk—and that was above ground. Streaks of rich, fertile soil extended out in spokes beyond the roots to intersect the adjacent towers’ roots. Beyond these streaks, the land was completely barren, sucked dry of nutrients.
Cloaked, they approached the tower. The trunk measured 1.2 kilometers at the base and consisted of a massive rat’s nest of varied limbs and muted green foliage. It was without a doubt a living structure, growing ever larger and stronger—and presumably taller.
She shook her head wryly. “You were right. This life form is trying to reach the stars, and it is devoting every resource on the planet to doing so. I can appreciate the sentiment, but….”
“But it feels malevolent somehow, and the opposite of Akeso. Instead of reveling in each morning dewdrop and each blossoming of a flower’s petals, this entity is eschewing all those joys in favor of a single-minded drive to…” his brow furrowed “…leave? Is it trying to leave, or simply expand and grow?”
She regarded him with a measure of surprise. Now he was talking about dewdrops and flower petals? Akeso had really dosed hi
m…. It wasn’t bad as such, merely unexpected, and a long way from ruthless warrior. She expected the shift in behavior to fade in time; she hadn’t decided yet whether she wanted it to. After all, the sex it had elicited—was still eliciting—bordered on transcendental.
Valkyrie updated them on the readings. ‘This planet exhibits a high level of tectonic activity. It nears the level our presence garnered on Ekos-1, but in this case it appears to be a consistent state. I hypothesize this is a result of the gathering of the plant growth from the surrounding regions into the structures.’
“Is the tectonic activity destabilizing the planet?”
‘Not to a measurable degree, as far as can be determined with current scans. However, on a geologic time scale it might be doing so. I can’t yet estimate how long this behavior has been occurring.’
“It has to have been a long time, relatively speaking. How many of these towers are there?”
‘Extrapolating from their spacing in this region, 112 to 147.’
She grimaced at Caleb before gazing out the viewport in contemplation. “I don’t guess we need to test how it’ll react to provocation, do you?”
“Oh, I think we do—but using a probe and from excessively far away. A minimum of a megameter.”
“Right.” She sighed. “I’m not inclined to spend the next several hours dodging these towers, and I don’t see anything else here, so let’s head on out. We’ll climb to high orbit and launch a probe into one of them.”
They had barely cleared the visible atmosphere when Caleb bolted out of his chair. “What was that? Swing to starboard.”
“You got it.” She continued arcing up but veered around. “I’m not seeing—what was that?”
“Exactly.”
‘That’ was a spherical object hurtling away from the top of the closest tower and deeper into space.
‘The object’s trajectory suggests the planet’s satellite is its destination.’
“And thus ours as well.” She adjusted course to catch up with the object.
Caleb had planted his palms on the dash to lean closer to the viewport. “The tower ejected it, like a ball out of a cannon.”
The visual scanner located the object and zoomed in to reveal a tight nest of vines and bark toppling end-over-end through space.
She frowned. “I don’t understand. Don’t pieces need to stay connected to the whole in order to live?”
‘Perhaps this life form has evolved. This may be a form of reproduction.’
The moon was growing larger in the viewport. Unlike the hurled object, their intent wasn’t to crash into it, so she decelerated.
Minutes later the object did precisely that, colliding with the lunar surface and flattening out but not shattering apart.
“Wait a minute.” She peered at one of the smaller HUD screens. They hadn’t paid much attention to the satellite on their arrival. “This moon has the beginnings of an atmosphere.”
‘It also has the beginnings of plant growth.’
Sure enough, long-range scans picked up pockets of organic life, islands of foliage and a few miniature trees. “I’ll be damned. It’s terraforming the moon.”
“A flora-based intelligence which is not only space-capable, but advanced enough to terraform dead worlds? That’s not something you see…ever.”
“And yet. Valkyrie, run a full spectrum scan of the lunar surface. We’ll study it later and try to determine how the terraforming is being accomplished.” She drummed her fingers on her leg while she waited.
‘Completed.’
“All right. Back to the original plan. Let’s announce our presence.” She left the moon behind and approached the planet once more. The ship’s targeting locked in on the top of one of the towers breaking through the atmosphere, and she wasted no time firing a probe into the center of it.
The reaction to the probe’s impact was as rapid and violent as the first planet’s had been when she’d broken off a single leaf, and an order of magnitude larger in scale.
The tower spit the probe back out at a substantial fraction of the speed at which it had arrived. The top layers of the structure expanded and split into feeler-like appendages, which then searched the area for the source of the intrusion. Within seconds the appendages grew in length, apparently stealing bulk from lower down.
A few more seconds, and projectiles started launching out of the inner ring of the tower; a shocking number of them headed in their direction with impressive velocity. Given they were cloaked, the sole logical explanation was the…entity…had extrapolated their general location from the trajectory of the probe.
Her hand hovered above the throttle. “I can’t believe the amount of propulsion those structures are able to create with no motors—not even a pneumatic system.”
“It’s learned to use the tools available to it very well.”
“Way to understate, priyazn.”
He shot her an amused look, but it quickly faded as across the planet, every tower began launching its own projectiles into space. The projectiles had no motive power of their own, and once their momentum gave out they could only drift, so the Siyane wasn’t in any legitimate danger. Nevertheless, the ferocity of the attack was sobering.
Caleb ran a hand down his jaw and departed the cockpit to pace around the cabin. “This intelligence obviously isn’t content to remain confined to its own planet, and it’s just as obviously belligerent in disposition.” He stopped to gaze at her. “We have to warn Akeso about it.”
“You’re worried this entity will try to take over the other planets in the system? But it will need, I don’t know, centuries to develop the ability to travel so far, if it ever can.”
“Good—that’ll give Akeso time to prepare. Listen, Akeso does not comprehend the concept of something other than itself. The idea that something might show up and attack it is as foreign as…as murder is to an infant.”
“Wasn’t our presence kind of a contradiction to its worldview?”
“You’d think, but it didn’t seem concerned by our little inconsistency. It viewed us as…curiosities, nothing more.” He groaned and sank against the data center. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it understand. Assuming it will interact with me again. But, dammit, I have to try.”
“Absolutely.” She nodded as if she understood. She didn’t, but she couldn’t refuse him in most circumstances, and never in the face of such an alarming level of distress. “We’ll go back now.”
5
EKOS-2
AKESO
* * *
EVENING HAD TURNED THE SKY a deep persimmon. The remaining sunlight enriched the colors of the ubiquitous flowers and foliage to even greater vibrancy, as if the saturation filter had been notched up several levels.
Caleb noted all this in passing as he strode deliberately toward the creek. He didn’t know how he was going to do this, only that he had to make the attempt. He heard the soft depression of the grass beneath Alex’s feet as she followed behind him. The sensory enhancement he’d been enjoying courtesy of Akeso was fading but not yet gone.
Intellectually he recognized there was no need for him to visit the same tree which had initiated the earlier encounter. Akeso’s life essence encompassed the entirety of the planet’s surface, and one manifestation of it was as good as the next. He could reach down and embrace a random blade of grass and achieve the same result.
But he wasn’t a planet-spanning intelligence; he was human, and humans both craved the familiar and relied on visual cues upon which to hang esoteric concepts. No matter how many times his mind insisted it didn’t matter, his heart insisted he had bonded with this tree. And since it didn’t matter….
He closed his eyes and drew the air into his lungs, working to immerse himself in the environment of this world once more. The air had become healthy for them to breathe within minutes of the Siyane’s arrival. He listened with open ears to the bubbling water of the creek. The purr of leaves as they gently rustled in the breeze.
The peacefully joyful song of bountiful life humming all around him.
He reached out, palm open. A vine instantly extended toward him and sent its leaves dancing playfully along his skin in greeting, but that was all. He rubbed his thumb over one of the leaves, urging it to stay. Still nothing. His jaw clenched in frustration; he willed it relaxed. Vexation would not aid his cause.
“Please, I need to speak with you. You’re in danger. I need to make you understand. I need to show you, so you can protect yourself.” He doubted Akeso comprehended words in any concrete way, but he hoped it was able to sense the desperation in his voice, in the aura of pheromones he was surely exuding and the constriction keeping his muscles taut.
“You helped us. You saved her life. Let me help you in return.”
The song in the air grew in complexity, its murmur enveloped him and—
Coolness, refreshing after the long warmth.
Warmth, welcome after the night’s chill.
Both at once, here and there.
A seedling fighting to rise through the soil.
The first rush of air on the tip of its shoot.
Trees grown so tall they gaze out upon vast steppes.
Up to the growing twinkle of lights above—
This. We call them stars, and they are Not-All.
You are Not-All.
Yes, but there are many. Many like me, many unlike me. Many who would do All harm.
All does not fear harm. All never dies. All is forever.
All replaces, renews, replenishes. All is All.
Here, now, yes. But if Not-Alls encroach, they can kill All.
All does not experience death. All replaces, renews—
No! Dangers exist out there strong enough to hurt you, and you will not be able to replace or renew or replenish what is lost. They will destroy you and everything you are.
Not-All wishes to hurt All?
Not me. Never. Not those who accompany me. But others who do wish to hurt you are coming—not soon, but they are coming. You must prepare yourself. You must…you must be ready to fight.
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