The Temporal Void (ARC)

by Peter F. Hamilton

  'I will.'

  'Immediately?'

  'Once you have reached fulfilment.'

  'Ah. You just won't do it, will you? None of you will.'

  'I am gladdened by your desire to reach the nucleus. I will guide you.'

  'When our species first arrived in your universe, where did you guide them?'

  'My kindred showed them where they might live and reach maturity.'

  'So you will take people to planets, just not the nucleus? Interesting.'

  'I will guide those who have reached fulfil—'

  'Yeah yeah, I get it.'

  'Do you come?'

  'Many of my species will try to reach you.'

  'I await with joy.'

  'By reaching you, they will slaughter billions of other people, trillions of lives will be lost as your universe destroys the galaxy. How do you feel about that?' She knew she was risking triggering another devourment phase, but she'd managed to calm it last time.

  'Not all reach fulfilment. Your species grows strong. Few of your kind will be left to ascend into the fabric alone.'

  'Do you even understand that there is a universe outside yours?'

  'There is only hero, the universe and the nucleus. You will emerge here somewhen.'

  'Deja vu,' she grunted. 'Okay then,' she told the Skylord. 'Maybe I will.'

  'I wait for you,' it said as she withdrew her consciousness. She hurriedly checked round outside the cab. Night was falling, the low sunlight diffused to a smear by the city's force field weather dome. She peered upwards urgently, but couldn't see any of the Ellezelin capsules swooping down on her, so presumably they hadn't overheard her conversation with the Skylord.

  'Big deal,' she snorted to the inside of the cab. 'I can't stop the Void from taking us in. The bastards have just about won.'

  Which left her with some decisions to make. She told the cab to swing past Bodant Park, using the rail on the marina side, away from her apartment block. It wasn't as foolhardy as it seemed. Well, all right maybe a little stupid. But she wanted one last look at what she'd considered her first real home since -well, leaving Langham. It was becoming clear to her that she would have to get out somehow. The only way to stop Living Dream from using her was to get beyond their reach. That cut her options considerably. Cressida's offer of a starship ticket was clearly impossible, events of the last few days had made it obvious that even a diplomatic starship wasn't going to lift her away from Colwyn City. Thinking of that made her remember Cressida's claim of a Silfen path in Francola Wood. Now that was a definite possibility. But she was more confident that Laril might negotiate for her. He was part Higher now, he must know a reliable Faction, one that was opposed to the Pilgrimage. Everyone knew the Factions had agents with all sorts of enrichments; and Gore had said they were looking for her. If anyone could get her out of Colwyn City and away from Viotia it would be them.

  That came hooked to the sheepish thought that if a Faction took care of her she wouldn't have to make the big decision herself.

  Forget that. You just need to get out of here.

  It was dark by the time the Wurung Transport cab slid along

  Aeana Street, parallel to the Cairns. Strong white light shone through one side of the cab's bubble window, coming off the big deco marina buildings. She could hear the crowd now, that unnerving buzz of so many people sharing their anger.

  The cab pulled in to a marina slot and Araminta got out. She was surprised by how many people were in the park, it was in the thousands now. On this side they were milling around in loose groups; while over near her apartment block they'd concentrated into a dense knot, shouting abuse and clashing with the barrier set up along the road.

  Araminta suddenly realized what the problem was. The cordon the paramilitaries had thrown up around her apartment block was acting as a huge provocation.

  My fault. Again.

  She walked forward into the crowd. The gaiafield was a storm of hatred and resentment. Her macrocellular clusters reported a colossal amount of pings zipping across the park. Directionless, without any author code, not routed through the cybersphere nodes and therefore untraceable.

  '>file< Binder frequency at the second segment.'

  'Counter that with a patch from Etol, they have the fixes.'

  'Managed to hit one scumfuck with a maser pulse.'

  'Cheer.'

  'Cheer.'

  'Cheer.'

  'Cheer.'

  'Left side of the building, road crumbling around a segment.'

  'Gather there people.'

  'Free Viotia.'

  'Bot attack ready. Maybe. Are you listening fuckheads? Are we joking?'

  'Fuckheads, we're coming for you.'

  'Free Viotia.'

  'Gonna carve the memorycells right out of your living dreaming brains.'

  'None of you is ever going to see re-life.'

  'Gather at segment five. Push hard people.'

  Araminta soon realized that the segments were part of the barricade the paramilitaries had set up. The mob was organizing for a assault. There was no leader - not obviously - they were reacting like antibodies to the invasion forces.

  'Got me some disruptor rifles that'll cut clean through their armour.'

  'Good.'

  'Great.'

  'Laugh.'

  'Handing out the rifles.'

  'Hey, scum in armour; if you think your Waterwalker's strong enough to save you from us, start screaming for her.'

  'Laugh.'

  'Laugh.'

  'Laugh.'

  'Ready? Go.'

  Araminta tensed. The paramilitaries fired a barrage of jangle-pulse shots through the barricade. Screams echoed over the park.

  'You believed me. Stupid dumb shits.'

  'Laugh.'

  'Laugh.'

  'We hurt now, you die later.'

  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, she thought looking across the sea of agitated people. But the nostalgia was reassuring.

  If she craned her neck she could just see the six storey apartment block. Strangely dark behind the bursts of purple light along the barricades. Its edges were framed by the blue and violet sparkles of the glass column corners.

  Okay, seen it. Let's go.

  Araminta turned and began to push her way back through the rowdy crowd. Emotional pressure was building in the gaiafield, a compelling surety replacing the edgy tinge of anticipation. Something was about to happen - whatever something was. She paused, glancing back over her shoulder to see the flickering dapples of light become constant all along the barricades.

  Screaming and cheering rose to a single animal howl blanketing the park. The pings increased to an indecipherable smear of electronic noise. All around her people began to rush forwards towards the barricades.

  Weapons fire was distinct.

  One ping peaked above the general clamour: 'Got one!' relayed by everyone's macrocellular clusters. A tone of evil glee bloomed amid the gaiafield at the news.

  'Oh no,' Araminta muttered.

  People stared at her as they rushed past - mildly annoyed she wasn't joining them.

  Several urged, 'Come on.'

  She hesitated, undecided.

  Dazzling pinpoints of scarlet light rose from various parts of the park, skimming overhead to converge on the paramilitaries behind the faltering barricade segments. More weapons fire greeted them. She saw the distinctive blue-green flash of disruptor pulses. A second salvo of red stars shot upwards.

  This is well planned, she realized.

  A section of the lavender aura put out by the straining barricades went dark. From her viewpoint she saw bobbing heads surge into the dark opening. More red stars lit their way. A long scattering of weapons fire - it wasn't all coming from the paramilitaries.

  Then windows in her apartment block began to glow with orange light. 'Oh no!' Araminta's hands came up to cover her mouth as the shock hit her. Fire!

  It was on the third floor. Then flames began to lick up a top floor b
alcony. Down on the street below the flashes from weapons became more pronounced.

  'Got them.'

  'Got them.' Went the pings. 'We're through.'

  'Barricade's down.'

  'Burn the fuckhead scum.'

  Araminta stood staring at the fire which was spreading rapidly. None of the apartment block's suppression systems seemed to be engaging. She remembered the whole thing was being upgraded.

  Oh, sweet Ozzie, no!

  The engineers hadn't left a temporary system operative while they upgraded. Everything she owned in the universe was going up in smoke. The work she'd put in! Insurance would take years to pay out for riot damage, if it ever did. She'd never be able to buy extra bodies. There would be no marriage.

  Tears began to well up in her eyes. She was losing the last remnants of her real life right in front of her eyes, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The screams and violence raged unheeded around her as flames chewed through the roof to shoot high into the funereal sky.

  'Ozzie damn you all!' she shrieked unheard at the rioters and paramilitaries whose fight had caused this, at the Ellezelin invaders, and the biggest shit in the universe: Cleric Conservator bastard Ethan.

  'Araminta?'

  'Huh?' she looked round wildly at the voice whispering to her. Nobody was close enough.

  'Araminta. They know you're there in the park. Your distress triggered an emotional resonance indicator in the gaiafield. Get out. Get out now.'

  She stood completely still. The voice had come slithering through the gaiafield - and she'd never known it could do that, not single her out. 'Who are you?' she shouted into the tangle of bright emotions. And the whole gaiafield churned, its spectral colours suddenly burning with the light of a nova. Incredulity hammered against her.

  'It is you!'

  'Second Dreamer… please we beseech you.'

  'The Void,' a billion Living Dream followers gasped in unison. 'Lead us into the Void. You are the one chosen by the Skylord.'

  'Fuck off,' she cried back at them, delighting in their shock and dismay.

  'Get out of the park,' the first ethereal voice whispered at her again. 'I can't maintain this connection any longer. Get out. They're coming for you.' Beautiful warm smile image rich with encouragement, a mental push.

  Sonic booms slammed down across the rioters. Suddenly the sky above the park was glaring with white light thrown off by big capsules. There must have been a dozen of them rushing in, looking like they were going to collide directly overhead. Araminta slapped her hands over her ears at the noise that shook her bones.

  'EVERYONE STAY PERFECTLY STILL,' a voice boomed down from above.

  Threads of crimson light flashed across the sky. A capsule exploded. Araminta screamed and flung herself down. Just before she hit the tattered grass she could've sworn she saw people jumping from the capsules. They're too high. They'll kill themselves. More beam weapons clashed, overwhelming her sight. Debris thudded into the grass and earth as the capsules began to accelerate again. Long ion contrails spiralled through the night as they chased each other around and around with energy shots blazing between them.

  All across the park the rioting crowd started running. Fast.

  Araminta didn't need any more encouragement. She scrambled to her feet and began sprinting hard back to where she'd left the cab. The strobing lights of the dogfight illustrated everyone in weird stop-motion positions. Her secondary thought routines did their best to maintain a level vision for her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a long line of red and blue strobes tearing through the air above the Cairns.

  Reinforcements.

  Her feet pounded over the grass. Panic was bleeding everything else out of her mind. Damn, I was stupid.

  'Hey you,' the voice was loud but calm.

  Araminta kept on running.

  'You: woman with the black hair wearing the fleece. Stop. Last chance.'

  Oh please, Ozzie, no!

  She stumbled to a halt and looked fearfully over her shoulder. A man was standing ten metres behind her, dressed in a simple leather one-piece. A force field shimmer layered the air around him. He smiled, ignoring the frantic people running past. 'It's over,' he said in a kindly voice, and held out his hand. 'Come on. Nobody's going to hurt you. You're far too important.'

  Araminta's jaw dropped as she saw the figure flying through the air behind him. Actually, really flying! Arms outstretched and everything. It was a woman, Araminta saw that much before a bright purple nimbus sprang up around her. She landed directly on top of the man. The air detonated in a violent corona. Blast pressure sent Araminta and everyone else nearby tumbling across the ground. A whitesound wail eliminated every other noise.

  Somehow Araminta managed to stagger to her feet and totter away. Behind her the fight between the man and the women was getting ferocious. Energy blasts pummelled away. Waves of smouldering earth cascaded upwards as the lurid pair writhed together in a small crater of their own making.

  Two more dark figures were flying silently over the park. She could see their silhouettes against the indigo haze of the dogfight above. The line of paramilitary capsules was almost at the marina.

  She tripped over a prone figure to go sprawling into a small guralo tree. Tools in her belt jabbed painfully into her stomach and ribs. 'Ouch!'

  'Up you come.'

  A hand gripped her, pulling her to her feet. She gasped into the face of her helper, seeing a wry smile. His youthful features were very handsome, yet she knew he was ancient. He had a level of self-confidence that even Laril hadn't achieved. Then he was looking behind her, frowning. 'Oh crap.'

  She didn't want to look. This is it. The end.

  Another capsule exploded just beneath the force field dome. Scintillating wreckage hurtled down.

  'Get out of here,' the man said urgently. 'My team will hold them off. We're killing ever sensor in a five kilometre radius. Living Dream won't be able to follow you. Go!'

  'Huh?' she grunted, hating herself for being so dumb.

  He swung her round and let go. She stared at the two figures approaching through the terrified crowd. Both were clad in a liquid jade glow. Her helper pushed his arms out in some kind of martial arts pose. His hands ignited into sharp turquoise-fireballs.

  'Go!' he growled at her.

  'Who are you?'

  The ping was short and very directional, no one else could pick it up. 'Oscar Monroe; I work for ANA. We want to help, we want you to be free to make your own choice. When you're clear and safe, call me. Please. >unisphere code<' He smiled at his opponents. 'Go for fuck's sake!' he yelled out loud.

  'Don't even think it,' one of the jade figures snarled.

  Araminta finally turned and ran. Behind her there was a thunderclap as the three of them clashed. The impact was almost enough to send her toppling over again, yet somehow she kept her balance, kept scrambling forwards. Another of the eerie dark figures was flying fast above the heads of the panicked mob. The long line of paramilitary capsules came streaking down from above the river, curving round to encircle the park.

  She reached the Wurung Transport cab and fell inside, sobbing with relief. It slid smoothly along the rail. Outside, people were running over the road and the rail, their terrified expressions making her flinch. The cab slowed then accelerated in juddering motions to avoid them. Garish light battles raged in and above the park. The sounds were muted by the cab's bodywork. Araminta curled up into a ball on the seat, hugging her chest. Far inside her mind the gaiafield was in turmoil at the outpouring of fear. Living Dream followers were still praying to her - forcibly. She blotted it all out.

  After a couple of minutes the cab had outpaced everyone else fleeing the park. The dogfight above the city had finished, and the sickening sounds of raw conflict had died away. She was sliding gently along through the Garlay district with its elegant houses and high toroidal pad malls. She could even see some people sitting under the awnings of the cafes and bars that had stayed open, their
drinks and food left ignored on the tables as they looked anxiously towards the Bodant district.

  I have to get away. No matter what.

  She turned to the cab's node, and keyed in the drive program. 'Francola district,' she told it.

  * * * *

  It had been a long time since Paula had been to Kerensk. Officially, anyway. Kerensk had been one of the Big 15 worlds during the Commonwealth's first era; the super-capitalist engines which powered the Commonwealth's expansion right up until the Starflyer War. Founded by Sergi Nikolayev, a Russian billionaire, to whom the human exodus from Earth finally provided a way to free himself and his money from Moscow's grasp. Like the other Big 15, it developed into an industrial world whose megacity produced an abundance of cheap heavy engineering and consumer products. Entire continents were strip-mined for raw materials, while those that weren't plundered for their minerals were factory farmed.

  After the war the economic slowdown caused by financing the new47 worlds followed by the emergence of Higher culture saw the Big 15 slowly lose their stature. Their populations, always transient, drifted away and their manufacturing fell into decline. Inevitably, given their technology base, they became Higher worlds.

  Except for Kerensk. The Nikolayev Dynasty carried too much residual distrust and suspicion of the old central control ideology to knuckle under to Higher influences and ANA's benign guidance. Following Far Away's lead, it rejected both Higher and Advancer culture, removing its representative from the Senate and becoming an 'observer' nation. Those that stayed on in Kaluga, the old megacity, followed their own techno-economic imperative. The rest of the planet was effectively abandoned.

  Paula scanned the area around Kingsville curiously as the Alexis Denken descended out of a cloudless sky. The old military base was in the middle of a huge desert on the other side of the planet from Kaluga. A relic of the Starflyer War, it had started out as a training camp for the insurgency teams dropped behind enemy lines to make life hell for the Prime invaders. Of course, it was hard to find ruthless soldier types in the nice civilized first era Commonwealth. The new Navy had recruited heavily amid the criminal fraternity.

  Kingsville had trained over thirty thousand troops. Back then it had sprawled for miles over the rocky desert, prefabricated buildings arranged in unimaginative rows, their air-conditioning straining against the harsh sun. After the war it had reduced its size considerably. But with the Dynasties chasing after the new Navy contracts it was politically useful to keep the base going. It became a ship repair and refurbishment yard throughout the Firewall campaign. After that, with Kerensk slowly rejecting the Senate's authority it had been downgraded again. Then again.