Tar Aiym Krang

by Foster, Alan Dean;

  Wolf pulled himself slowly into the chair and managed to halt the machine's headlong plunge before it sent them hurling over the bluff, "He didn't know what had happened - too quick! But he did know that the captain and the others were still inside. He made a quick check of the cargo area. Both women were sprawled among the supplies, mercifully unconscious - whether from the effects of the "thing" or their precipitous exit he couldn't tell.

  What to _do_. Sprawled helplessly on the floor of the crawler, beating at the metal in agony, he would be little help to the captain or anyone. For the moment, returning inside was out of the question. A try at the comm units produced only an ocean of static. Maybe he could find something in the shuttle that would screen his mind enough to permit him to reenter that hell. He wasn't given finis to ponder the problem.

  The building, every million-ton of it, was shifting its position. It leaned backward and for a horrible moment he feared it was going to topple on to the miniscule crawler. It did not. It hung poised in the swirling sky for a second and then turned slightly to the south. It began to hum, deeply. The vibrations could be felt through the floor of the cab - or in one's teeth. Miles up m the dust-laden air be could see the upper hundred metres or so of the structure begin to glow a rich ebony. He'd never seen anything glow black before and was fascinated by the phenomenon. It continued for some thirty seconds. The circular base on which the building rested also seemed to brighten slightly. The air for some distance around took on a momentary rose colour. Then it stopped.

  The Krang recorded the dispatch of the second vessel as matter-of-factly as it had the first.

  The entire process, from initial activation to now, had taken a. little under two minutes.

  Impatiently the Krang waited for further orders from the activation Nexus. The directive to destroy the other alien spacecraft did not come. In fact, the mind then and there removed it self from control of the Nexus.

  The machine debated with itself. It had been a long, long time since it bad existed at full consciousness. It had discovered again that it rather enjoyed the sensation.

  But its imprinted instructions were clear and left no room for logical evasions. In the absence of an activating mind it was to return to a state of powered-down dormancy. This meant deactivation of all but the most elementary maintenance functions. The Krang sighed. The purposes of its builders had often seemed at variance with their desires and it had not now been shown reason to change that opinion. But it knew what a Frankenstein was, if it utilized a different reference. The great vanes in the depths of the limestone caverns which channeled the planet's unceasing gales began to shift down. The generators which drew power in countless ergs from the molten core of the planet throttled back, and the bubbling iron-nickel centre calmed.

  Slowly but efficiently, the Krang went about the necessary task of turning itself off.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Flinx rolled over and picked himself up. His head still throbbed but the actual pain bad almost disappeared. He'd been drunk only once in his life. The memories of the monstrous hangover he'd suffered as a consequence came back to him now, incongruously. He stared around. After their close swing around the neutron, star it had been his muscles which had been beaten and mauled. Controlled by the piano-string tautness of his outraged nervous system, it was now the marrow of his bones which vibrated in remembered sympathy with the ton-tones of the abruptly silent Krang. He looked inward, unconsciously rearranging certain cellular structures, fluids. The pain drifted away, leaving only a lot of light.

  Aided by his friend, Truzenzuzex was slowly getting to his feet. Flinx didn't care to imagine what the insect, with its "unprotected exoskeleton, had gone through. Malaika had been thwarted in his attempt to reach the dais by the un-expected angling of the building. He was sitting on the edge of a bench now, rubbing a knee and carefully checking the ligaments and tendons to make certain that nothing critical had been damaged. Otherwise he seemed unharmed, for a multiplicity of oaths in a. remarkable number of languages flowed in unceasing profusion from his thick lips.

  Assured that his humanx companions were all right, Flinx turned his attention to his pet. The small, leathery body was curled tightly under the activation hood. It gave sign of neither motion nor life. Careful not to get his head under that quiet object, he lifted the solid little form from its resting place. Still it did not stir. With his newly stimulated mind he probed gently within the small body. He had been pushed, indeed shoved into a new and unfamiliar universe and was still a little uncertain (honest now, frightened) of his abilities. He probed deeper. The minidrag had served as a conduit for forces beyond its own capacity to handle. Like an overloaded capacitor, certain rearrangements and adjustments were in order.

  Flinx set about making them.

  The others had gathered together and were standing off to one side, watching silently and having the courtesy not to offer sympathy. With an unoccupied portion of his mind lie searched theirs, briefly. All three were still stunned by the events of the past few minutes. Almost as much as he, lie reflected wryly. He could feel the empathy radiating outward

  from them and it made him feel better.

  A last readjustment, a stubborn artery ... no, there! One thin eyelid flickered, raised. An oil-black eye peered out and around. It swivelled up to where it encountered Flinx's own, was joined by its twin. In slow, jerky motions the minidrag began to uncurl. Flinx stuck out his tongue. Pip's darted out to make contact with it in an old gesture of familiarity and affection. He could feel the tension begin to slip from the muscular coils, the life-pulse to strengthen.

  He had dropped the habit of crying at about the time he-had discovered it did nothing more than clean his pupils. Still, there was a suspicious moisture at the corners of his eyes. He turned away so that the others might not be offended by it. If he had remained facing the other way or had bothered to probe he might have noticed that Truzenzuzex's expression was something more than merely sympathetic.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  The shuttle had not been h armed and they made the ascent into the upper atmosphere with more ease and certainty than they bad managed the trip down. Atha and Wolf were at the controls. The others were in the rear cabin, their minds intent on the present instead of the future for the first time is some while.

  "Well, sir," said Truzenzuzex to Malaika, "we apologize. It seems as though your investment has proven singularly unprofitable. I confess that it was not really a concern of ours from the beginning. But after the expense and danger you have been through I do wish you could have realized something in the way of a more substantial increment from it."

  "Oh now, you are unnecessarily pessimistic, my hard-shelled _rafiki_." The merchant puffed vigorously on an incredibly foul-smelling pipe. "I have a city that is no doubt filled to overflowing with priceless Tar-Aiym artifacts and inventions ... If I can ever dig them out of that infernal sand! A fine, inhabitable planet. With a thriving native aqueous ecological system, probably compatible to the humanx norm. I think that thus planet might even bring back the sailing ship, _ndiyo_!"

  "The reference eludes me," said the philosoph.

  I'll show you trioids when we get back. One of the more poetic bits of man's technological past. No, no, from the _fedha_ standpoint I am not ready to count this journey a bust! And there is always the Krang to play with, _Je_? Even if our young friend insists it was a freak accident that he had nothing to do with." He looked questioningly at Flinx, who studiously ignored them all. "But for you two, I am afraid, it been a real disappointment. You must be even more frustrated now than when we landed, _Je_?"

  It all depends on how you choose to view it," said Tse-Mallory. "When we started on the trail, of this thing we really had no idea what we expected to find, other than something big. When we found that, we didn't know what we'd found. And now that we've left it ... well, when you get ready to come back and dig out those artifacts," he glanced at his ship-brother, "Tru and I will be more than happy to hel
p you with the sorting, if not the excavating. And we still, as you say, have the Krang itself to "play" with. It will at least form the basis for many a lengthy and infuriating scientific paper." He smiled and shook his head. "The psychological and sociological implications alone ... eh, Tru?"

  "Unquestionably, brother." The thranx tried hard to convey a human attitude of profound reflection, failed, and substituted one of nostalgic unconcern instead. The result did not quite come off.

  It seems as though the legends of both the Branner and our primitive hominids had some validity to them. Who would have suspected it? The Krang is both a weapon and a musical instrument."

  They had left the atmosphere now and Atha was setting an orbit that would bring them up on the _Gloryhole_ from below and behind. The blackness poured in on one side while the sun, filtered down automatically by the photosensitive ports, lit them from the other. Despite the equalizing effects of the cabin lights, it tended to throw facial features into unnaturally sharp relief.

  It tells us a lot about the Tar-Aiym ... not to mention going a long way towards explaining their interest in two such seemingly divergent fields as war and art. I can't say that I care for their tastes in music, though. Myself, I prefer Debussy and Koretski. No doubt to their ears ... or what-ever they used ... such sounds were pleasing and exciting, nay, patriotic."

  "Subtle sounds of death resound, and lyres smote as children drowned," Tse-Mallory recited.

  "Porzakalit, twenty-third sonnet," said Truzenzuzex. It would take a poet."

  "I may be overly dense," said Malaikii, "but I still don's understand how the _kelelekuu worked_!"

  "You are not alone in that respect, Captain, but rather the member of a large minority. II" you wish, though, I could hypothesize."

  "Go ahead and hypothesize, then!"

  "Apparently," continued the thranx, discreetly waving away the noxious effluvia produced by the carbonized weed in the merchant's pipe, "the machine generates some form of vibration ...I confess myself hesitant to label it "sound waves". Probably something partaking of those characteristics as well as those of wave forms we could not identity - although their effects were noted! You recall that on our initial passage through the atmosphere. I remarked on the unusual density of the double layer of windglitter?" Malaika nodded. " Probably those layers are kept artificially reinforced The wave forms - let's call them "k-waves" for want of a better, or more accurate, term - were generated by the Krang, These waves passed through the lower layer of the metallic wind glitter but not the higher, denser one. Accordingly, they were then "bounced" along between the two layers, as they were by now sufficiently weakened to be incapable of breaking back through the lower one. All around the planet, I'd wager. Perhaps more than once, constantly being rejuvenated by the generators of the Krang."

  "0h now I know they're probably not sound waves," said Malaika, "but planet-wide circulation in the atmosphere? From a single generating source - maintenance of a certain minimal strength - the power requirements ... You really think if possible?"

  "My dear Malaika, I regard anything as-possible unless clearly demonstrated otherwise ... the more so when this machine is involved."

  "Even simple sound waves," put in Tse-Mallory. "Back on Terra itself, old calendar eighteen eighty-eight, there was a volcanic explosion in the major ocean. An island called Krakatoa blew up rather violently. The shock waves travelled several times around the globe. The sound of the explosions - simple sound waves, remember - was heard half-way around the globe. Given the Tar-Aiym's abilities and the fact that these were much more than mere sound waves, I should consider the production of such forms an elegant possibility. Besides, I should think you'd need little convincing after that highly spectacular demonstration we had."

  "A conclusion after the fact," said Truzenzuzex dryly. "Very astute of you, brother. However, as I am only slightly more knowledgeable in this regard than you ..."

  "Disputed!"

  "... I let the matter drop. The Tar-Aiym were fully capable, as you say, of amplifying on nature - pardon the pun."

  I would suppose that explains what became of our Nikosos, then," murmured Malaika, "Once his shuttle entered the region of effective vibrations ..."

  "Destructive oscillation?" added Tse-Mallory.

  "Shaken to pieces? Possibly," said Truzenzlizex. "Or maybe they cause a breakdown or weakening of the atomic structure. Even in what was probably the safest plaice on the planet the vibrations - "music" if you must- near to shook my skeleton off" Not an impossible device. Fantastic, yes, but not impossible. Myself, I am much more interested in the method used to eliminate their starship,"

  "_Ndiyo_," said Malaika. "How about that? It was nowhere near the atmosphere and so could not have been trapped in the wind glitter layers."

  In addition to maintaining an impenetrable defensive screen around the planet, the Krang would be no more than a stalemate device if it did not have offensive capabilities as well," continued the thranx. "A device wholely defensive in nature would be contrary to everything we know of Tar-Aiym psychology. And you are all aware of how the quality of vibrations changed ever so significantly towards the end of our ordeal. Now then, Flinx, you say sensed the destruction of the other starship, yet there was no sign of an explosion? No flare, nothing?"

  A safe question, and one he could hardly deny. "That's right, sir. It just ... vanished."

  "Uni. A possibility suspected that will probably never be confirmed, but ... remember that our ship was a very short distance away, yet apparently has not been affected. I suspect, gentlesirs, that the Krang is a gravitonic generator - but of power undreamed of even by the ancient Gods." He farced Malaika squarely. "Captain, what would happen if a gravity field approximately one centimeter in diameter with a field equal in strength to the surface of a neutron star impinged on a real mess?"

  Malaga's swarthy face reflected puzzlement, revelation, and astonishment in amazingly brief succession. His voice reflected all three.

  "Manisa!" That would trigger a Schwarzchild Discontinuity! But that's ...!"

  Impossible?" Truzenzlizex smiled. "Pardon, Captain, but how else might you explain if? The power necessary to generate such a field would need a planet-sized ship ... much simpler to use a planet, eh? And remember there was no evidence of an explosion. Of course not. Not even light could escape a field of such strength! And gravity follows an inverse square law, so naturally our ship was not effectively endangered. A more perfectly selective weapon would be hard to imagine. A mere kilometre away and you would not even notice such a field. But touch it and poof! Instant non-existence! I hope that one might have the sense not to tamper with such a device overmuch, Captain." The thranx's voice was steel-solemn. "We do not know anywhere near enough about the operation of such a field. Suppose we did not discover the way to "uncreate" such a field? The Krang obviously can do that-how, I cannot begin to imagine. But if such a field were to be released, uncontrolled, it would simply wander around the universe gobbling up ... every-thing."

  It was too quiet in the cabin, now. "But I think there's little chance of that," he continued more spiritedly, "unless our young friend can activate the mechanism once again. Not to mention," he added, "directing it as successfully."

  Flinx had read the veiled accusation coming for some time now. He knew it would have to be countered. They must not think him capable of operating such a threatening weapon. Especially, he reminded himself, when he wasn't sure if he could!

  I told you sir, I don't know what happened. The machine controlled me, not vice versa!"

  "Still," the thranx said significantly.

  It would have been easy to rearrange the insect's mind so that he would simply take Flinx's explanation of the occurrence at face value. Too easy. The Krang had not affected his sense of ethics. Besides, the idea of deliberately tampering with another's deepest centres of thought was mildly repulsive, as well as a bit frightening. Especially when the mind in question was recognizably wiser than his own. Power,
he reminded himself, is not knowledge. He would need a tot of the latter in the future,

  "Look ..." He was thinking rapidly, it was easy, now. "As far as "directing" the device goes, you said yourself that the machine was composed of infinitely sophisticated circuitry. Once started up, it would be fully capable of handling the situation to its own satisfaction. I was merely like the hydrogen "plug" that starts the KK drive."

  "Um. And how do you account for its taking the actions it did?"

  "Maybe Nikosos" ship made a movement that the machine interpreted as hostile, and it responded accordingly. Perhaps it was just keyed and ready when I entered it. I'm certainly not that much different from anyone else here."

  (Lie!) "Probably my gift or talent or whatever you want to call it had something to do with it. Remember, it didn't do anything the first time I entered it."

  "I have a hunch your own fears at the moment had a lot to do with it too. Yes, that's plausible."

  "Right," Flinx continued, grateful for the opening. "I was scared when I entered it this time ... really scared." (Truth) "My emotional strain had to be picked up by the machine. It's an artistic device, too! Probably any of us could have stimulated it under those conditions." (Possible, not probable.) In any case, it's finished now and I've no desire, not the tiniest, to try it again!" (Mixed truth.)

  "Enough lad! You are too aggressive for my poor, senile mind." (Baloney!) "I am satisfied, for the nonce." (Flinx read otherwise, but it did not matter.) "You have convinced me in fair and equal oral combat. Try me at personality chess and I'll beat the freckles off you! Yet ..." He glanced at the minidrag, then back to Flinx. "You say you feel unchanged? No after effects?"

  Minx shook his head with a confidence that would have made Mother Mastiff proud. "No. I really don't know what happened. My mind was ..." He broke off as the outside light was abruptly extinguished. The shuttle had slipped into her mooring dock in the cargo hold of the _Gloryhole_.