The Temporal Void (ARC)

by Peter F. Hamilton

  'Okay, let me think for a moment here.' He patted at his forehead theatrically.

  'Have you got someone now?' she asked quietly.

  'Yes. At least, there's someone I've started to see regularly. She's just arrived on Oaktier, for the same reason as me.'

  'That's good. I'm pleased.'

  'Thanks. And you?'

  'Yes. You'd probably be surprised by him, but yes.'

  'So I have to ask, why isn't he helping you out?'

  'I don't want to involve him. It's a bit much.'

  'Okay, that tells me what I need to know.'

  'What?'

  'Now don't take this the wrong way, but you're thinking about this is all wrong.'

  'How?'

  'Too small. Basically what I'm saying is that it's not about you.'

  'It's very much about me.'

  'No. This is about the evolution of entire cultures and species. It might even be about the fate of the galaxy if you believe the Raiel. You play a part in that, a very minor part given the nature of the events playing out here.'

  She started to argue, but he held up a hand.

  'However,' he said, 'it is pivotal, and that's where your importance lies. You have a choice, Araminta, you can either be the small person, maybe try to run and hide. Then someone will catch up with you, and depending on who they are your role will be subsumed into their agenda. Don't make the mistake of thinking any of them will leave you alone to carry on as you see best. They won't.'

  'And my other choice?' she asked waspishly.

  'Try and beat them at their own game. Turn round, stop running, face them down, and use the power you've acquired to bring about your own tenets.'

  'What are they?'

  Laril laughed quietly. 'When you work that out you'll make the second choice automatically. Then: universe watch out.'

  Araminta slumped in the chair, and gave his image a dirty look. 'Oh why did I call you?'

  'Practicality. Listen. You'll either get there or they'll catch you first, so don't worry about it. In the meantime, I'll give you my advice, which you can ignore as always; but at least my conscience will be clean knowing I did my very best to help you.'

  She pouted. 'I didn't always ignore what you said.'

  'Excuse me, I must have missed the one time you said yes.'

  'Go on then. I called you after all, so let's hear it.'

  'Just let me take a moment. The galaxy's future poised on what I have to say, this is a real moment to savour.'

  'Get on with it.'

  His expression turned serious. 'Are you supplying Justine's dream?'

  'Justine is dreaming?'

  'Okay, well that answers that. Yes, she is, but she's gone into suspension, so that removes her from the outcome for a while. Which brings us back to you and your proven influence on the Skylord. If that is to mean anything you have to use it. Talk to the Skylord again.'

  'I can't. They have some way of tracking me through the gaiafield. I only just got out of my apartment the last time, and that was mostly luck.'

  'Ozzie! All right, you have to try and find a way, you need to talk to it.'

  'What do I say?'

  'Try to explain how many people want to come to the Void, try to make it understand how catastrophic that would be for the rest of the galaxy. If you don't want to be taken over by

  Living Dream or a Faction as their unwitting figurehead, then you have to bring this to an end.'

  'Yeah,' she said, exhaling heavily. 'I suppose I see that. I'll try using the gaiafield again, try and see if I can find a way round them finding me.'

  'That's a good start. It sounds like you have a different ability to everyone else, so there's a chance it'll work in your favour. Here's an idea, if you can use the gaiafield without them realizing, you might want to check out Inigo's dreams. At least you'll have a better understanding what you're up against. Failing that, you're supposed to be able to commune with the Silfen Motherholm. Who knows what they'll say?'

  'Thank you. That's actually—'

  'Useful?'

  'Very.'

  'All right then. Now what about you? Where are you staying?'

  'I haven't got anywhere.'

  'You're in the Spanish Crepes office, right?'

  'Yes.'

  'Bottom drawer of my desk you'll find a bunch of old manuals. Underneath them are some cash coins. Untraceable.'

  She held them up, trying not to smirk.

  'Ozzie,' he muttered. 'I never did fool you, did I?'

  'Not much.'

  'All right, there's a couple of thousand Viotia pounds loaded in. That'll help. Do you know about Wurung Transport?'

  'No.'

  'Okay, I'm not totally useless then. It's another company I ran. A garage unit in the building two down from where you are now. There's a fully licensed cab inside, just one, that's all the company owns. I can load the activation code in from here, so it'll be ready when you get to it. Now listen, there's some interesting software in its management system which allows you to avoid being tracked by the City control network.'

  'Why?' she asked.

  He gave an embarrassed shrug. 'It might be useful if there were things you wanted to move round town without drawing too much attention to yourself.'

  'Oh, Laril!' There was concern as well as exasperation in her tone.

  'Those days are over,' he said. 'It also has a Unisphere node. I'll remote switch it to stand-by, you can use it any time to call me. No one else will be able to access it.'

  'Thank you.'

  'Araminta.'

  'Yes?'

  'I'm glad it was me you called. I'm glad I can help.'

  She stared at his image for a long moment. 'Why did you pick me?' she asked quietly.

  'Oldest reason for a man to have: you're gorgeous.'

  Ridiculously, she knew she was almost blushing. 'Don't change too much to become Higher.'

  'You know me. Good luck. Call me when you need to.'

  'Bye, Laril.' She switched off the management array and the cybersphere node, then went out to check on Wurung Transport.

  * * * *

  The Purus and the Congo slid unnoticed among the awesome Ocisen Empire fleet as it raced towards the Commonwealth at four and a half lightyears per hour. A detailed scan revealed no craft other than the Starslayers plunging onward through their wormholes, whoever the Ocisen Empire's allies were they had a drive technology at least equal to the Commonwealth Navy ships. They took up position a kilometre behind the new command vessel, and began to interfere with its continuous wormhole. After a sharp tussle of exotic energy the big Starslayer vessel was torn back into normal spacetime, its reaction control rockets firing continually to kill the errant rotation it picked up during the abrupt transition. Random flares of light slithered over its dark ovoid hull as the force field generators tried to regain equilibrium while the ftl drive's death throes spun out residual energy fluctuations. Both the Purus and the Congo dropped out of hyperdrive.

  A featureless spherical starship appeared beside the wrecked Starslayer.

  The Huron, the Nyasa, and the Baykal shed their stealth effect. The three Capital-class starships were almost as large as the Starslayer, and infinitely more potent. A second spherical starship materialized five kilometres from the first. The Onega and the Torrens revealed themselves.

  For three seconds nothing happened. The humans held their breath.

  Both the alien vessels opened fire.

  * * * *

  It was ninety seconds before the ultra secure TD link to Pentagon II was re-established. The energy storm unleashed by the hellish firefight had strained the local structure of spacetime to a degree which even affected the underlying quantum fields, severing the link. Admiral Kazimir reviewed the updated situation fast. Both of the unknown ships had been destroyed, as had the Congo, while the Torrens had suffered so much damage it was unable to fight, though the crew survived. Most of the Starslayer's hull had evaporated from the titanic energy bursts, e
ven though no one had aimed at it. What was left of the outer structure was glowing cherry-red, and bubbling furiously around the edges.

  'Not completely invincible, then,' Ilanthe said in a relieved tone.

  'So it would appear,' the Admiral agreed. They were all waiting to see if any more of the allies accompanying the fleet would turn back to assist their colleagues. The Capital-class ships had managed to detect fifty stealthed hyperdrives secreted amid the Starslayers. A truly formidable force.

  'Maybe not invincible, but just about unstoppable,' Crispin said. 'Do we have an equal number of Capital-class warships, Admiral?'

  'We have thirty-nine within deployment range,' Kazimir told the depleted ExoProtectorate Council. He was dismayed that it was his own family that was missing. Whoever it was who had released his mother's dream into the gaiafield wasn't coming forward. Not that knowing their identity would be of any use -she would remain in suspension for some time. But it irked him to know that someone could reach her.

  Even more dismaying was Gore's non-appearance. When Kazimir convened the ExoProtectorate Council, Gore's u-shadow reported him as unavailable. Kazimir couldn't imagine what would keep his grandfather from attending, especially as his absence would allow Ilanthe to dominate the Council. Not, he admitted to himself, that the outcome was going to be anything other than the one he really didn't want.

  'The remaining unknowns are staying with the fleet,' reported Sorex, the Onega's captain.

  'Excellent,' Kazimir replied. 'Could you get in close for a scan of the wreckage, please.'

  'So the fleet can be eliminated?' Creewan asked urgently.

  'Numerically it would be difficult,' Kazimir said as the Onega dispatched a swarm of sensor drones towards the largest chunk of wreckage from the second spherical ship. 'As well as the unknowns, there are also nine hundred Starslayers to consider. Our combined River and Capital-class ships would probably defeat them, but the cost would be severe. We'd be left with very few vessels.'

  'Then we know what needs to be done,' Ilanthe said. 'I believe there is one class of ship more powerful than the Capital-class.'

  'Yes,' Kazimir said with extreme reluctance.

  'Admiral,' Sorex called. 'High resolution sensors are combining. Oh great Ozzie—'

  Kazimir and the rest of the ExoProtectorate Council stared silently at the sensor results which appeared above the big table. The little drones were flitting through the broken compartments and passageways of the spherical warship, contributing their separate scans to a cohesive image. The battered chunk of hardware was texture perfect, right down to individual structural components. Metal around the outside was still hot enough to glow. It was also terribly radioactive. Odd pieces of charred biological matter drifted around the compartments, torn from alien bodies as explosions and energy pulses ripped through the ship. Right in the middle, the bodies were larger. Intact. The drones concentrated on one.

  Kazimir started at the terribly familiar pear-shaped torso, with four gristly ridges running it length. Four stubby legs protruded from the curving base, while arms branched out of the body just above the legs, each one ending in an efficient quad-pincer arrangement. At the top of the body four small mouth trunks were open, drifting in zero-gee like seaweed in a slow current. Between them were the sensory stalks, rigid in death, each one fused to a neat electronic module.

  'That can't be,' Crispin exclaimed. 'It can't! We contained them all twelve hundred years ago. All of them.'

  'It is,' Ilanthe said emotionlessly.

  'Yes,' Kazimir said, fighting both shock and a tinge of fear. 'An immotile. The Ocisen Empire has acquired Primes as its allies.'

  * * * *

  The noise of ice crystals smashing themselves to sparkling dust on the ground-crawler's metal shell was making conversation difficult inside. Even under the constant barrage by the wild elements, the vehicle hadn't moved. It was wedged fast in the fissure, with its narrow front windows covered by dirty granules which had filled the gaps around it. Minor quakes continued to shake it about, but they only seemed to tighten the fissure's grip. Several times, the thick metal bodywork had groaned in protest.

  Corrie-Lyn sat awkwardly on top of the two forward seats, a blanket wrapped round her shoulders. Inigo was using an auxiliary console to squat beside her.

  'Why did you never dream again?' Corrie-Lyn asked.

  'The Waterwalker's era was over,' Inigo said. 'You know that. There were no more dreams to be had.'

  'But if you had one following his ascent to the nebulas, there must have been others. You said it came from a descendant. He had many children.'

  'I…' Inigo shook his head. His eyes glinted in the console's moire radiance as he gazed at his old lover. 'We witnessed everything we needed to. I sustained hope in billions of people for centuries. That's enough.'

  Corrie-Lyn studied the face looming above her. So familiar, yet the darkened skin and bad brown hair made him seem colder somehow. This wasn't quite the old Inigo she'd known and loved. After all, it's been seventy years. Dreams don't always end like the Waterwalker's did. And I dreamed so hard about this moment. 'Please,' she began.

  The atmosphere howled at a volume which was painful on her ears. She gripped the chair, fearful that this was the final quake, the one that would send them falling into the planet's imploding core.

  'It's all right,' Inigo's soft voice reassured her. 'Just the storm.'

  She grinned uncomfortably. That voice hadn't changed, and the reassurance she gained from it was immeasurable. So often she had heard his strident messages to the devout gathered in Golden Park, and equally the tenderness when they were alone. Every time it contained total conviction. If he said it was just the storm, then it was so.

  'Can you dream again?' she asked.

  The cabin lights flickered. Red warnings appeared on the console as the tortured air outside wailed stridently. Inigo's fingers stroked her cheek. 'What is it you want?' he asked, his mind lustrous with compassion.

  'I want to go to Querencia one last time,' she told him. 'I want to walk through Lillylight's arcades, I want to take a gondola ride down the Great Major Canal, I want to stand on Kristabel's hortus as dawn comes up over the city.' She gripped his hand. 'Just us. Is that such a terrible thing to ask?'

  'No,' he said. 'It's a beautiful thing to desire.'

  'Take us there. Until the end.'

  The tears were full-formed now, rolling down his cheeks. 'I can't, my love. I'm so sorry.'

  'No,' she cried. 'Inigo, please.'

  'We can dream any of the Waterwalker's dreams together. Any. Just pick one.'

  'No. I know them all. Even his last one. I want to know what happened after. If you won't take me there as it is now, then show me that final dream you had.'

  'Corrie-Lyn, do you still trust me?'

  'Of course.'

  'Then don't ask this. Let us visit Edeard when he drops Master Cherix into Birmingham Pool, or as he confronts Bise and the regiment in Sampalok. They are such wonderful times. He shows people their future can be different to the one they thought they were condemned to.'

  'Why?' she pleaded. 'Tell me why.'

  The storm noise ended. It cut off so fast that Corrie-Lyn thought she had suddenly gone deaf. This is it. No regrets. Well, not many.

  'Oh shit,' Inigo was looking up towards the rear of the cabin.

  'It's all right,' she said valiantly. 'We're together.'

  'Uh huh.' He shook his head, straightening up.

  Corrie-Lyn wriggled into a precarious near-sitting position. 'What?'

  'The Lady must hate us; she's guided us to a genuine fate worse than death.'

  'Inigo, what are you—'

  A blinding green flash filled the cabin. Corrie-Lyn squeezed her eyes shut in reflex. Her optic nerves were shining a blazing white and scarlet afterimage into her brain. She yelled in panic as some potent force slammed her sideways, sending her tumbling painfully down the side of the chairs to jam herself into the narrow space below
. Her good arm waved round frantically. 'Inigo!' Then she was abruptly aware of a fearsomely cold air flowing across her. She drew a shocked breath, feeling it freeze-burning down her mouth and throat. Her vision was slowly recovering. She blinked to see Inigo braced on the console above her, clad in a shimmering force field. He was still looking up. Almost dreading what she'd see, Corrie-Lyn followed his gaze.

  The rear two-thirds of the ground-crawler cabin had completely vanished. Where it had been, grey ice particles were drifting slowly downwards through a funereal sky. Behind them, slivers of purple static writhed across the broad force field dome that now encased them in a bubble of serenity. A human figure was silhouetted against the curtailed storm, an integral force field providing additional protection from the wicked elements. Corrie-Lyn blinked again, trying to gain some focus through the sharp scintillations of her bruised retinas. Secondary thought routines in her macrocellular clusters managed to resolve the man's features.

  'Oh Lady, fuck it,' she groaned, and slumped back down.

  'Well, well,' Aaron said cheerfully. 'Fancy meeting you two here.'

  Inigo's Eleventh Dream

  At night Makkathran's grandiose rooftops shimmered like moire silk as gentle nebula-light burned through the skies above them. Amid that soft sheen, the streets themselves were sharp orange threads of radiance forming an intricate filigree across the circular metropolis poised beside the sea. Floating high above the crystal walls it was possible to see a new radiance complementing the city's nocturnal lustre. If you knew how to look.

  Far, far down at the limit of perception the faint light was just available. Small wisps of darkling iridescence emerging from the apex of buildings into the balmy night air. They trailed gauzy tails as they drifted upwards. It was as though Makkathran was exhaling a phosphorescent rain into the heavens.

  The souls of the dead called out in joy and wonder as they began their flight into the awesome abyss of night. He could hear their voices as they passed him; the relief at being free of the body, of pain and misery, the regret for those they left behind, the thrill at the song which summoned them ever upwards They called out to each other, eager to share the adventure of their newfound freedom. Some formed packs, twisting together into brighter nimbi to soar above the clouds in an exuberant celebration of liberty, others remained alone, revelling in their independence.