Ringworld r-1

by Larry Niven

  "Which way is that?"

  "Turn left until you are aimed at one base of the Arch."

  "I can't see the Arch. I'll have to go above the clouds." She seemed almost composed now.

  Tanj, but she'd been frightened! Louis couldn't remember ever seeing anyone that frightened. Certainly he'd never seen Teela that frightened.

  Had he ever seen Teela frightened?

  Louis turned to look over his shoulder. The land was dark beneath the clouds; but the eye storm, a vast distance behind them, glowed blue in the Archlight. It watched them go with total concentration, and no sign of regret.

  Louis was deep in his own thoughts when a voice spoke his name. "Yeah," he said.

  "Aren't you mad?"

  "Mad?" He thought about it. It occurred to him, briefly, that by normal standards she had done an incredibly stupid thing, diving her 'cycle like that. And so he probed for anger as he would have probed for an old toothache. And he found nothing.

  Normal standards didn't fit Teela Brown.

  The tooth was dead.

  "I guess not. What did you see down there, anyway?"

  "I could have been killed," Teela said with mounting anger. "Don't shake your head at me, Louis Wu! I could have been killed! Don't you care?"

  "Don't you?"

  She jerked back as if hed slapped her. Then — he saw her hand move, and she was gone.

  She was back a moment later. "There was a hole," she cried furiously, "And mist at the bottom. Well?"

  "How big?"

  "How should I know?" And she was gone again.

  Right. How could she have guessed scale, in that flickering neon light?

  She risks her own life, Louis thought, then blames me for not getting angry. An attention-getting device? How long has she been doing it?

  Anyone else would die young, with a habit like that.

  "But not her," said Louis Wu. "Not …"

  Am I afraid of Teela Brown?

  "Or have I finally flipped?" It had happened to others his age. A man as old as Louis Wu must have seen impossible things happen again and again. For such a man, the line between fantasy and reality sometimes blurred. He might become ultra conservative, rejecting the impossible even after it had become fact … like Kragen Perel, who would not believe in the thruster drive because it violated the second law of motion. Or he might believe anything … like Zero Hale, who kept buying fake Slaver relics.

  Either way lay ruin and madness.

  "No!" When Teela Brown escapes certain death by banging her head on a flycycle dashboard, that's more than coincidence!

  But why did the Liar crash?

  A silver fleck edged between Louis and the smaller silver fleck to spinward. "Welcome back," said Louis.

  "Thank you," said Nessus. He must have used emergency thrust to catch up so fast. Speaker had issued his invitation only ten minutes ago.

  Two triangular heads, small and transparent, considered Louis from above the dash. "I feel safe now. When Teela joins us in half an hour, I will feel safer still."

  "Why?"

  "The luck of Teela Brown shields us, Louis."

  "I don't think so," said Louis Wu.

  Speaker, silent, watched them both in the intercom. Only Teela was out of the circuit.

  "Your arrogance bothers me," said Louis Wu. "Breeding for a lucky human was arrogant as the Devil. You've heard of the Devil?"

  "I have read of the Devil, in books."

  "Snob. But your stupidity is worse than your arrogance. You blithely assume that what's good for Teela Brown is good for you. Why should it be?"

  Nessus sputtered. Then, "Surely this is natural. If we are both enclosed by the same spacecraft hull, a rupture is bad luck for both of us."

  "Sure. But suppose you're passing a place where Teela wants to go, and suppose you don't want to land. A drive failure just then would be lucky for Teela, but not for you."

  "What nonsense, Louis! Why would Teela Brown want to go to the Ringworld? She never knew it existed until I told her so!"

  "But she's lucky. If she needed to come here without knowing it, she'd come here anyway. Then her luck wouldn't be sporadic, would it, Nessus? It would have been working all the time. Lucky that you found her. Lucky that you didn't find anyone else who qualified. All those bad phone connections, remember?"

  "But -"

  "Lucky that we crashed. Remember how you and Speaker argued over who was in charge of the expedition? Well, now you know."

  "But why?"

  "I don't know." Louis raked his fingernails across his scalp in utter frustration. His straight black hair had grown out to the length of a crew cut, excluding the queue.

  "Does the question upset you, Louis? It upsets me. What could be here on the Ringworld to attract Teela Brown? This place is, is unsafe. Strange storms and badly programmed machinery and sunflower fields and unpredictable natives all threaten our lives."

  "Hah!" Louis barked. "Right. That's part of it, at least. Danger doesn't exist for Teela Brown, don't you see? Any assessment we make of the Ringworld has to take that into account."

  The puppeteer opened and closed his mouths several times in rapid succession.

  "Does make things difficult, doesn't it?" Louis chortled. For Louis Wu, solving problems was a pleasure in itself. "But it's half the answer. If you assume -"

  The puppeteer screamed.

  Louis was shocked. He had not expected the puppeteer to take it so badly. The puppeteer wailed in two tones, then, without apparent haste, he tucked his heads under himself. Louis saw only the straggly mane that covered his brain case.

  And Teela was on the intercom.

  "You've been talking about me," she said without heat. (She was unable to hold a grudge, Louis realized. Did that make the ability to hold a grudge a survival factor?) "I tried to follow what you were saying, but I couldn't. What happened to Nessus?"

  "My big mouth. I scared him. Now how are we going to find you?"

  "Can't you tell where I am?"

  "Nessus has the only locator. Probably for the same reason he saw to it that we didn't know how to operate the emergency thrust."

  "I wondered about that," said Teela.

  "He wanted to be sure he could run away from an angry kzin. Never mind that. How much did you understand?"

  "Not much. You kept asking each other why I wanted to come here. Louis, I didn't. I came with you, because I love you -"

  Louis nodded. Sure, if Teela needed to come to the Ringworld, she had had to have a motive to ride with Louis Wu. It was hardly flattering.

  She loved him for the sake of her own luck. Once he had thought she loved him for himself.

  "I'm passing over a city," Teela said suddenly. "I can see some lights. Not many. There must have been a big, durable power source. Speaker could probably find it on his map."

  "Is it worth looking at?"

  "I told you, there are lights. Maybe -" The sound went off without a click, without a warning.

  Louis considered the empty space above his dashboard. Then he called, "Nessus." There was no response.

  Louis activated the siren.

  Nessus came out of it like a family of snakes in a burning zoo. Under other circumstances it would have been funny: the two necks frantically untangling, posing like two question marks above the dashboard; then Nessus barking, "Louis! What is it?"

  Speaker had answered the call instantly. Apparently sitting at attention, he waited for instructions and enlightenment.

  "Something's happened to Teela."

  "Good," said Nessus. And the heads withdrew.

  Grimly, Louis flicked the siren off, waited a moment, flipped it on again. Nessus reacted as before. This time Louis spoke first.

  "If we don't find out what happened to Teela, I'll kill you," he said.

  "I have the tasp," said Nessus. "We designed it to work equally well on kzinti and human. You have seen its effect on Speaker."

  "Do you think it would stop me from killing you?"
/>   "Yes, Louis, I do."

  "What," Louis asked carefully, "will you bet?"

  The puppeteer considered. "To rescue Teela can hardly be as dangerous as to take that gamble. I had forgotten that she is your mate." He glanced down. "She no longer registers on my locator. I cannot tell where she is."

  "Does that mean her 'cycle's been damaged?"

  "Yes, extensively. The sender was near one thruster unit of her flycycle. Perhaps she ran afoul of another working machine, akin to the one which burned our communicator discs.

  "Um. But you know where she was when she dropped out of the conversation."

  "Ten degrees to spinward of port. I do not know the distance, but we can estimate this from the speed tolerances of her flycycle."

  They flew ten degrees to port of spinward, a slanting line across Speaker's hand-drawn map. For two hours there had been no lights; and Louis had begun to wonder if they were lost.

  Thirty-five hundred miles from the rolling hurricane that was the Eye storm, the line across Speaker's map ended at a seaport. Beyond the seaport was a bay the size of the Atlantic Ocean. Teela couldn't have flown further than that. The seaport would be their last chance …

  Suddenly, beyond the crest of a deceptively gradual slope of hill, there were lights.

  "Pull up," Louis whispered fiercely, not knowing why he whispered. But Speaker had already stopped them in midair.

  They hovered, studying the lights and the terrain.

  The terrain: city. City everywhere. Below, shadowy in the blue Archlight, were houses like beehives with rounded windows, separated by curved sidewalks too narrow to be called streets. Ahead: more of the same, and then taller buildings further on, until all was skyscrapers and floaters.

  "They built differently," Louis whispered. "The architecture — it's not like Zignamuclickchek. Different styles …"

  "Skyscrapers," said Speaker. "With so much room on the Ringworld, why build so tall?"

  "To prove they can do it. No, that's asinine," said Louis. "There'd be no point, if they could build something like the Ringrworld itself."

  "Perhaps the tall buildings came later, during the decline of civilization."

  The lights: blazing white tiers of windows, a dozen isolated towers blazing from crown to base They were clustered in what Louis already thought of as the Civic Center because all six of the floating buildings were there.

  One thing more: a small suburban patch to spinward of the Civic Center glowed dim orange-white.

  * * *

  On the second floor of one of the beehive houses, the three sat in a triangle around Speaker's map.

  Speaker had insisted that they bring the flycycles inside with them. "Security." Their light came from the headlamps of Speaker's own 'cycle, reflected and softened by a curved wall. A table, oddly sculpted to form plates and coaster depressions, had toppled and smashed to dust when Louis brushed against it. Dust was an inch thick on the floor. The paint on the curved wall had crumbled and settled in a soft ridge of sky-blue dust along the baseboard.

  Louis felt the age of the city settling on him.

  "When the map room tapes were made, this was one of the largest of Ringworld cities," Speaker said. His crescent claw moved across the map. "The original city was a planned city, a semicircle with its flat side along the sea. The tower called Heaven must have been built much later, when the city had already spread wings far along the coast."

  "Pity you didn't draw a map of it,"' said Louis. For all that showed on Speakees map was a shaded semicircle.

  Speaker picked up the map and folded it. "Such an abandoned metropolis must hold many secrets. We must be wary here. If civilization can rise at all in this land — on this structure — then it must be where clues point the way to vanished technology."

  "What of vanished metals?" Nessus objected. "A fallen civilization could not rise again on the Ringworld. There are no metals to mine, no fossil fuels. Tools would be restricted to wood and bone."

  "We saw lights."

  "The pattern seemed random — a result of many self-contained power sources failing one by one. But you may be right," said Nessus. "If toolbuilding has resumed in this place, we must contact the toolbuilders. But on our own terms."

  "We may already have been located by our intercom emissions."

  "No, Speaker. Our intercom emissions are closed beams."

  Louis, half listening, thought: She could be hurt. She could be lying somewhere, unable to move, waiting for us.

  And he couldn't make himself believe it.

  It seemed that Teela had run afoul of some old Ringworld machine: perhaps a sophisticated automatic weapon, if the Ringworlders had such things. Conceivably it had zapped only her intercom and locator-sender, leaving the motive systems intacr. But it seemed improbable.

  Then why couldn't he work up a sense of urgency? Louis Wu, cool as a computer while his woman faced unknown peril.

  His woman … yes, but something more, and somothing different.

  How stupid of Nessus, to assume that a bred-for-luck human would think like the humans he was used to! Would a lucky puppeteer think like, say, the sane puppeteer Chiron?

  Maybe fear was in a puppeteer's genes.

  But in a human beings fear had to be learned.

  Nessus was saying, "We must assume a momentary failure of Teela's sporadic luck. Under that assumption, Teela is not injured."

  "What?" Louis was jolted. The puppeteer seemed to have paralleled his own thinking.

  "A failure of her flycycle would probably leave her dead. If she were not killed instantly, then she must have been rescued as soon as her luck resumed its power."

  "That's ridiculous. You can't expect a psychic power to follow rules like that!"

  "The logic is impeccable, Louis. My point is that Teela does not need rescue immediately. If alive, she can wait. We can wait for morning to spy out the land."

  "Then what? How do we find her?"

  "She is in safe hands, if her luck held. We search for those hands. If there are no hands, we will know that tomorrow, and we can hope she will signal us. There are various ways she can do that."

  Speaker broke in. "But they all use light."

  "And if they do?"

  "They do. I have considered this. It is possible that her headlamps still function. If so, she will have left them on. You claim she is intelligent, Louis."

  "She is."

  "And she has no regard for security. She would not care what found her, so long as we found her. If her headlamps are dead, she might use her flashlight-laser to signal anything that moves — or to start a signal fire."

  "What you're saying is that we can't find her in daylight. And you're right," Louis admitted.

  Nessus said, "First we must explore the city by daylight. If we find citizens, well and good. Otherwise we may search for Teela tomorrow night."

  "You'd leave her lying somewhere for thirty hours? You cold-blooded — Tanjit, that patch of light we saw couldbe her! Not street lamps, but burning buildings!"

  Speaker stood up. "True. We must investigate."

  "I am Hindmost to this fleet. I say that Teela's value does not match the risk of a night flight over an alien city."

  Speaker-To-Animals had mounted his flycycle. "We are in territory which may be hostile. Thereby I command. We will go to seek Teela Brown, a member of our company."

  The kzin lifted off, eased his flycycle through a great oval window. Beyond the window were fragments of a porch, then the suburbs of an unnamed city.

  The other flycycles were on the ground floor. Louis descended the stairwell hurriedly but with care, as part of the stairs had collapsed, and the escalator machinery had long since turned to rust.

  Nessus looked down at him over the rim of the stairwell. "I stay here, Louis. I consider this mutiny."

  Louis did not answer. His flycycle rose, edged through the oval doorway, and angled up into the night.

  * * *

  The night was cool. Archlight p
ainted the city in navy blue shadows. Louis found the gleam of Speaker's 'cycle and followed it toward the glowing section of suburb, to spinward of the brilliantly lighted Civic Center.

  It was all city, hundreds of square miles of city. There weren't even parks. With all the room on the Ringworld, why build so close? Even on Earth, men valued their elbow room.

  But Earth had transfer booths. That must be it: the Ringworlders had valued travel time more than elbow room.

  "We stay low," said Speaker via intercom. "If the lights of the suburbs are mere street lighting, we return to Nessus. We must not risk the possiblity that Teela was shot down."

  "Right," said Louis. But he thought: listen to him, worrying about security in the face of a purely hypothetical enemy. A kzin, sanely reckless, looked cautious as a puppeteer next to Teela Brown.

  Where was she now? Well, or hurt, or dead?

  They had been searching for civilized Ringworlders since before the Liar crashed. Had they finally found them? That chance was probably what had kept Nessus from deserting Teela entirely. Louis's threat meant nothing, as Nessus must be well aware.

  If they had found civilized Ringworlders as enemies, well, that was hardly unexpected …

  His 'cycle was drifting to the left. Louis corrected.

  "Louis." Speaker-To-Animals seemed to be wrestling something "There seems to be interference -" Then, urgently, with the practiced whip of command in his voice, "Louis. Turn back. Now."

  The kzin's command voice seemed to speak directly to Louis's hindbrain. Louis turned immediately.

  The flycycle, however, went straight.

  Louis threw all his weight on the steering bar. No good. The 'cycle continued moving toward the lights of the Civic Center.

  "Something's got us!" Louis shouted; and with that the terror had him. They were puppets! Huge and dark and sentient, the Puppet Master twitched their arms and legs and moved them about to an unseen script. And Louis Wu knew the Puppet Master's name.

  The luck of Teela Brown.

  CHAPTER 19 — In The Trap

  Speaker, being more practical, flipped the emergency siren.

  The multiple frequency scream went on and on. Louis wondered if the puppeteer would answer at all. The boy who cried wolf …? But Nessus was crying, "Yes? Yes?" with the volume too loud. Of course, he'd had to get downstairs first.