“I doubt it. Switching off the force of gravity and the magnetic field is of course a cataclysm, but only a local one. It is limited to the celestial body on which it takes place. The influence on other bodies would only be slight.
“But we are discussing this from today’s point of view, in a situation in which the inner planets are still in their customary orbits, which is to say, quite a long way from each other. If they are moved from there to create a cosmic cluster, as the minister for energy put it, then that’s another matter.
“At a close enough distance, heavenly bodies possessing a field of gravity comparable to Earth’s create tidal forces. Acute changes in these could also have unpleasant consequences for Earth. The more closely the planets are located in the cluster, the greater effect these tidal forces will have.
“But I must enter another caveat here. A system of several planets could be located in space so that tidal forces relative to Earth are directed opposite ways and virtually balanced, both when energy is being supplied by the sphere and when it is not. In this way, the problem of such a cataclysm spreading to Earth would be avoided.”
“So even in a worst-case scenario, our civilisation would survive and our Earth would continue to be habitable?”
“Undoubtedly, but with tremendous loss of life. All the populations of Mercury, Venus and Mars would be wiped out.”
The president lowered his glance for a few seconds, apparently thinking about what had been said, and then looked at his advisor, who nodded. He turned back to the engineers.
“Chris, do you remember what we were talking about before the conference began?”
“Of course, Mr. President.”
“What do you think about building a frame to reinforce the structure of a planet?”
Chris looked around at the other engineers.
“We have long been experimenting with nanomaterials to reinforce structures. In principle, they should be strong enough to create something of the sort. By the way, we are making test drillings on Mars, because we believe that it is rich in a raw material suitable for building a nano-frame. It looks as if the aliens also intend to use this rock for the same purpose. So in theory, there is hope, but there are still a huge number of unsolved questions.”
“If you had access to a frame built by the aliens, would you be able to understand their technology?”
“We already know something about this subject, so... we probably would, yes.”
One of the historians requested the floor.
“With all due respect, if you were to take your electronic tablet out of your pocket right now, get into a time machine and give it to Leonardo da Vinci, even his genius would not enable him to understand its principle of operation.”
The engineer nodded.
“I agree, because it is based on principles in physics which were not known at that time. But we understand the properties of nanomaterials quite well. We have an overall theory covering that aspect of physics. We just haven’t yet worked out the necessary production technologies. In other words, even without the help of the aliens, we have already come close to solving such problems. I think this is a task within our capabilities.”
The president raised his hand, breaking off the discussion.
“Gentlemen,” he said somewhat pompously. “By the power vested in me, I decree that we shall begin our cooperation with the aliens. A preliminary feasibility assessment is entrusted to the participants in this conference, for which I allocate three weeks. After that, the project will be submitted to parliament and to the public.”
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Aaron came to, opening his eyes with some difficulty. He could dimly make out the contours of the room. His surroundings lacked any distinct detail, just random grey-coloured silhouettes and strange shapes which, when looked at more closely, merged into familiar objects.
He tried to raise himself up off the bed to see more but was unable, his arms were not up to the task - his muscles simply refused to do their job. He would have to settle for just moving his eyes. Moving his head also proved impossible. An impotent weakness enveloped his whole body.
OK. Now he understood. It was a hospital. Aaron had absolutely no memory of how he had ended up there, which meant it had happened again. His doctor had warned him that sooner or later it would happen, and it looked like that time had come. He had had a heart attack. The second in two years.
Aaron could feel his teeth chattering as if he were freezing to death. But he was well covered, he was warm, so it was not from cold. It had been the same last time. Maybe fear? No, he was not scared of death. The worst was already behind him. The very fact that he was lying in a hospital bed looking at a hospital ward meant that this time around he had survived again. Everyone died at some point, and one day it would be his turn, but not this time. This time he had pulled through.
In a way, he was already getting used to the thought of his death. After his first heart attack, he had not been himself at all. Back then, the first time round, when he had also come to in a hospital bed, the doctor had told him what had happened and he had almost broken down. He knew that his life would no longer be the same ever again. Tears had run down his ageing, wrinkled cheeks and he had been unable to stop them. This time, however, it was bearable.
Suddenly, the door swung open and a doctor came into the ward, followed by a nurse. Aaron could barely make out the outlines of the newcomers, but he could distinguish the silhouettes and hear steady footsteps. In a hospital, only the doctors walk with such confidence. The patients are too weak and visitors tread softly, trying not to make too much noise. They practically walk on their tiptoes. The doctors, however, are a different matter. They stomp around like soldiers on parade. Also, he could smell them. A smell that only doctors in white coats give off. Even with his sense of smell, dulled by noxious vapours after forty years in a factory, he could tell them a mile away.
"Good morning, Aaron! How are you feeling?" said the taller and leaner silhouette. His voice was encouraging. The atmosphere in the ward seemed to lose some of its melancholy and become more welcoming.
"Sister, would you open the window please? It is a little stuffy," said the doctor.
Aaron watched the second, smaller silhouette obediently move over to the window, pull at the sash cord and open it with a rattling screech. Noise from the street burst into the ward. The twitter of birds, the conversation of passersby, the clicking of heels on the pavement. After a moment, Aaron could feel the cool air flowing in from outside. First it touched his cheeks, then it blew down his thinning, grey hair to his shoulders, and soon it enveloped him completely, hugging him in a cold embrace that he could feel even through his warm blanket. The chilly freshness was more than welcome. It had a particular smell, which for some reason he always associated with the smell of watermelons.
Suddenly he saw an image of himself many years before, also springtime, arriving home from work with a bag conta
ining an enormous, stripy watermelon. He had only been married for a short while and he and his wife had just moved into their first apartment together. Their firstborn could already sit up unaided, and Jessica was pregnant with their second. Hearing the front door close, she popped her head around the kitchen door.
"Ah, it's you. Wash your hands and sit down. Dinner’s on the table already," she said to him, her words coming out in a rush. In one hand she held an empty baby bottle, having only just finished feeding the baby.
The food was already waiting for him on the table, and there was a wonderful smell rising up from the steaming plate. Jessica rocked their child in her arms. The baby was looking at the enormous watermelon in his father’s arms wide-eyed, as though it was an unknown miracle.
Aaron washed the stripy fruit, wiped it dry and took out a large knife. No sooner had he sunk the knife through the thick skin when a crack appeared along the back of the watermelon. The small kitchen was immediately filled with its aroma, an aroma that was the very essence of freshness. He cut off a small slice and tasted it.
"How sweet it is. The baby will love it. Do you want some?" he asked his wife.
"Go on then."
He cut two pieces from the very middle and carefully removed all the seeds, then gave one to Jessica and held the other out to his son. He opened his mouth obediently and Aaron fed him a piece. The boy ate the juicy fruit noisily and happily. As he chewed, he looked at both his parents in wonderment.
"Do you like it, my little teddy bear?"
Their teddy bear reached out towards the table where the fragrant watermelon sat.
"You want some more?"
The child laughed. It would have been impossible for him not to have liked the sweet delicacy. Aaron cut another piece. They stood like that in the small kitchen and watched as their tiny little son ate watermelon for the first time in his life. Aaron hugged Jessica from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and stroking her stomach. In her seventh month of pregnancy, she was gradually starting to look like a watermelon. And that is what he called her - my little watermelon.
Jessica came up with the nickname herself. Six months ago when they had been planning their holiday, Aaron had not been able to get time off at the beginning of the summer as he had wanted, only nearer the end. His wife was already pregnant, so did not like the idea of having their holiday three months later than planned.
"I'll be bobbing about in the sea like a watermelon," she’d said at the time, and Aaron had laughed, imagining what she was going to look like. It really had been funny, and her description proved to be spot on.
Now, however, he was standing embracing his wife and looking at their son. Jessica tilted her head back slightly and her brown hair brushed against his face. He could smell her hair and feel the warmth of her body. And in her arms their first son sat quietly, unable to tear his eyes away from the watermelon. Aaron knew he would remember this moment for the rest of his life.
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Albert Sartison, 2015
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