Lucinda shifted her crossed legs to one side. Max stared. She never looked back even when she knew he was staring at her. He felt foolish about being attracted to such an obnoxious girl.
“WE HAVE IMPORTANT NEWS,” the voice from Titan cut in. “IN 2081, WE SENT A SMALL MOBILE WITH A TYPE II PUSHER DRIVE OUT INTO THE COMETARY HALO BEYOND PLUTO TO INVESTIGATE WHAT SEEMED TO BE THE SOURCE OF A SIGNAL. THE EXPEDITION FOUND AN ALIEN RADIO TRANSMITTER. BY THAT TIME OUR NEW TACHYON PARTICLE DETECTOR WAS OPERATIONAL. IT SHOWED US THAT THOUSANDS OF FASTER-THAN-LIGHT COMMUNICATION CRISSCROSS THE GALAXY. A NUMBER OF THESE TACHYON LINES PASS THROUGH OUR SUN, FOR REASONS WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. THE GALAXY IS ALIVE WITH CIVILIZATION AND WE CAN’T SPEAK TO ANY OF THEM!”
“Not yet, anyway,” his father whispered.
“IT’S AS IF THE RADIO BEACON HAD BEEN A SMOKE SIGNAL, SENT UP BECAUSE WE WOULD BE SURE TO NOTICE IT, BACKWARD AS WE ARE. DECODED INTO A PICTURE STORY, THE SIGNAL SHOWED US THE DANGER OF INFALLING COMETS FROM THE HALO. WE’RE NOT ALONE IN THE GALAXY. YOU ARE RETURNING AT WHAT MAY BE A TIME OF GREAT DANGER AND NEW POSSIBILITIES .”
“Just think,” Joe whispered excitedly, “there are probably a million times more aliens out there than all the people in Sunspace. What do you think of that, Max?”
Max had studied the possibility of contact with aliens, but had always imagined it happening in the far future. This news was strange, because there had been no actual two-way contact, only the discovery that alien cultures existed and seemed to be unaware of, or uninterested in, humankind.
Linda sat back at the console, waiting.
“We’ve been topped,” Joe said softly. “Our return isn’t the biggest thing going.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” Rosalie said, sounding critical. She often kidded Joe. Sometimes Max didn’t understand what the joke was, and felt left out; but he knew that his parents were best friends, even when they disagreed.
As he looked around at the hushed gathering, Max noticed students from his class in the lower rows. Muhammad sat with his father and brother, Jane and Alice Sanger between their parents. Tutor Jonney sat alone in the first row. Everyone was staring at the small yellow sun in the center space. A new time was coming, he realized, not just for him, but for the whole habitat, and maybe for all human beings. He wished that he could be happier about it.
“BY NOW YOU SHOULD BE RECEIVING THE ENTIRE COMPRESSED TRANSMISSION OF EVENTS FROM THE LAST THIRTY-SIX YEARS,” the voice from Titan said suddenly. “THIS WILL GIVE YOU ENOUGH BASIC DATA TO REORIENT YOUR POPULATOIN BEFORE ARRIVAL.”
“Receiving,” Linda replied, and the sound of conversation returned to the amphitheater.
“There’ll be plays and films,” his mother said, “and new books, dances and newscasts. More than we can ever catch up on.” She was silent for a moment. “It’s almost as if we’ve been dead all this time, and now we’re coming back to life.”
“Don’t worry,” his father said. “A lot of what we’ve missed is probably junk.”
“Whatyou say is junk,” Rosalie replied.
Max saw his father smile. “It’s strange,” he continued seriously, “to feel accountable to people back here, many of whom weren’t even alive when we left. All this time has made us feel independent. Makes you think it would be possible to start fresh somewhere else, with just a few people.”
“Now you sound like Max,” Rosalie asked. “Aren’t you curious, and glad to be back?”
A look of uncertainty came into his father’s face, and Max felt closer to him. Who were these people of Earth? Why should they have control over what happened to his world? Maybe his father understood him after all.
“Just a feeling,” Joe said. “We’re home.”
Max felt betrayed. “Why can’t we just go away and live on our own?” he asked suddenly, his voice carrying. People turned around to look at him. There was Arthur Cheney, with his usual mocking grin. Muhammad made a face, then poked his brother Hussein in the ribs. Lucinda turned her head and shot him a look of contempt. Max glared back, but she had already turned away.
“We could go off on our own,” his father replied gently, “but that’s not what was planned. You know that.”
“We left a habitat at Centauri,” Max objected.
“That was planned.”
“Maybe I should have stayed there.”
“But you deserve to see Earth,” his mother said, looking at him with dismay.
“You’ll feel differently when you see things for yourself,” Joe added. “I promise.”
Max looked away. His feelings didn’t count. Rosalie touched his hand; Joe reached over and ruffled his hair. Everyone else seemed to know what was best for him.
Linda ten Eyck stood up from the console and looked around at the assembly. Then she paced back and forth, stopped finally and in a quavering voice said, “I’d like to thank all of you for the help you’ve given me all these years. We haven’t always agreed, but my … our team could not have functioned without your suggestions and skills. I know that some of you may be feeling sad that our worldlet is about to rejoin a larger one. We were privileged to feel for a time as if we were all of humankind, and it will be hard to lose the sense of independence that was ours.”
Joe nudged Max. “See,” he whispered, “you’re not the only one.”
“I hope,” Linda said in a stronger voice, “that we’ll keep in touch in the years ahead, and that perhaps some of us will have the chance to work together again.” The Navigator was silent as she gazed up at the people around her. Max saw that she was very moved.
“I’ve never seen her like this,” Joe whispered to Rosalie. “Didn’t know she had that much sentiment in her.”
“She’s saying good-bye to a lot,” Rosalie whispered back.
People began to applaud. Many stood up, shouting their appreciation. Max looked up at the image of Earth’s Sun, which now seemed brighter.
Suddenly, the holo of the forward view flickered. Linda went to the console and made adjustments, but the flickering persisted. The stars winked in and out. The image of the Sun brightened and grew larger in steps, as if the habitat were rushing toward it in large jumps.
“The whole board’s dead,” Linda said to a silent chamber. “It’s not possible!” she shouted. “We can’t be that close.”
The Sun was now a white-hot ball in the center space.
Max turned to his parents. Joe stared. Rosalie’s eyes were wide with fear.
“We’re heading right into it,” the Navigator said grimly.
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The Sun grew larger and brighter.
Max felt his mother’s hand in his, squeezing. Joe put his arm around his shoulders. People cried out in astonishment as they realized that somehow, in a few minutes at most, they would be vaporized. It was impossible that the habitat could have traveled from the outer fringes of the solar system in so short a time, and was about to fall into the Sun. It had to be a bad dream, Max told himself.
More than half the viewspace was now filled with the shimmering photosphere. Cancerous black spots waged war with swirling storms of plasma. Prominences shot out into space. People moaned and whimpered as the giant’s fiery tongues tasted the habitat.
Max looked at his mother. Her eyes were closed as she held his hand. His father’s arm was a vise around Max’s shoulders. “Can’t be,” Joe whispered.
Max tensed against his father as the Sun’s image faded to a gray ghostliness.
“A malfunction in the holo unit,” Joe said in a trembling voice.
Linda worked the console, but the view was unaffected. She looked up, then said something through the intercom on the panel. A voice answered faintly.
The ghostly hemisphere of the Sun disappeared. Linda sat back, then swiveled to face the gathering.
“That is the external view,” she said. “The universe seems to have vanished from around us.”
As Max gazed into the strange gray
ness, he realized that somehow his wish had come true. Everything he had feared was gone. The habitat was on its own again.
A murmur passed through the chamber.
“Is this a joke?” Muhammad’s father demanded.
“It must be!” a woman shouted, laughing.
“Sure—it’s a homecoming prank!” a man shouted from the back row.
Linda ten Eyck stood up. “No,” she said softly.
In the silence, Max felt a slow rhythm, as if another heart were beating inside his own. He looked at his parents.
“I feel it,” Rosalie said.
“So do I,” Joe added.
People were speaking to one another, or clutching at those nearest them, and Max knew that they were all feeling the rhythm inside themselves.
“Something’s very wrong,” Rosalie said.
“We’re being pulled forward!” Linda shouted.
As Max gazed into the gray holo, he sensed that something was waiting up ahead in the alien space.
Jake LeStrange got up and hurried over to the console, where Linda was leaning forward, talking to the control bridge through the intercom. He whispered something into his wife’s ear. Emil and Lucinda sat very still in the first row. Max took a deep breath and listened to the intruding, alien pulse within himself.
A giant black globe appeared in the gray space. The gathering cried out in fear and wonder.
“Oh, God!” Rosalie exclaimed.
The black globe hung in the gray void and seemed to pulse with energy. Long cables floated out from it. This, Max realized, might be the source of the beat they all felt.
“The object ahead,” Linda said, “is a hundred kilometers in diameter. Our drive is dead. We can’t turn away.”
The globe grew larger. Max glanced at Joe and Rosalie. They were staring at the holo with dismay.
An opening appeared on the black globe’s equator. Dazzling white light shot out.
“We’re being pulled in,” Linda said as the globe covered the entire view. The opening glowed white-hot, as if from a furnace, and the viewspace turned completely white. “No danger signals from our life-support systems,” Linda said. “Only our drive is out.”
“Something wants us,” Joe said, shaking his head.
“But who?” Max asked, wondering what had happened to the Sun.
Joe let out a nervous breath and looked baffled. “Are we being hijacked?” Max asked, feeling both curious and fearful.
The white light filled the amphitheater, making everyone very pale. Max looked at his hands. His veins seemed almost black in the glare.
The holo winked off.
“We’ve stopped,” Linda announced to the silent chamber. It’s swallowed us, Max thought.
After a long silence Linda said, “I think you should all go to your homes and wait as calmly as you can. We don’t know what’s happened. Announcements will be made as we learn more. There’s no point in waiting here.”
“Let’s go,” Joe said as he stood up.
People stood in the aisles and stared up into the dark viewspace. Max noticed that Emil and Lucinda were at the console with their parents. Suddenly Lucinda looked up toward him, her eyes wide with fear, no longer the confident person he had known.
“Come on,” Joe said. Max followed with his mother. They joined the crowd moving toward the ramp, and in a few minutes emerged into the nightglow of the hollow. A gentle breeze stirred across the inner countryside. The habitat was still the same; it seemed impossible that anything could be wrong.
Joe was silent as they came to the bicycle rack. Max saw his mother’s hands shake as she grabbed the handlebars and rolled out the bike. Suddenly he knew that for him home was just up the road; but for his parents it was another place they carried inside them, however strange that seemed to him, and he had told them that he wanted no part of it.
“Why did this happen?” Rosalie asked, her voice trembling. Joe sighed, then laughed nervously. They pushed off, turned on their headlamps, and pedaled up toward the rise, staring ahead and gripping the handlebars.
Everywhere in the hollow people were hurrying to their houses. They walked or rode bicycles and small vehicles along the walkways and roads of the inner surface. Max glanced overhead and saw house lights winking on. People were silent as he pedaled past them; worried faces stared back at him. Everything he had feared seemed suddenly unimportant.
They sat silently in the living room, Joe in his chair, Rosalie on the sofa, and Max cross-legged on the carpet.
“All the planning and effort,” Joe said bitterly. “All these years of success, and now this!”
“Is it some kind of accident?” Rosalie asked. “Did we do something wrong?”
“I don’t think it’s anything we did,” Joe said.
Max tensed, imagining that something had set a trap for his world.
Joe stood up suddenly and stuck his hands in his coverall pockets. “Makes no sense at all!” He shook his head. “My old friend Morey would go nuts over this. He’d say we were all dreaming, and try to wake himself up.” He glanced at his timer. “Have to get to my nine o’clock shift.” He looked at Max, then at Rosalie. “Try not to worry. We must keep up our routines.”
“We’re prisoners, aren’t we?” Max asked.
Joe sighed nervously and clenched his right hand. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Where will you be?” Rosalie asked.
“The maintenance teams will probably be at the drive housing, checking to see if this could have been caused by some kind of malfunction.”
“Who are we kidding, Joe?” Rosalie said suddenly. “We’re not lost, and there’s nothing wrong with the habitat. We’re inside a giant sphere. Someone built it, and it’s not anybody we know.”
Joe nodded. “Both of you try to get some sleep while I’m gone.”
Who would want to capture us? Max wondered as his father hurried away.
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Unable to sleep, Max tossed and turned in bed. He dozed for a few moments, then fell from a high cliff and woke in a sweat, seeing his world trapped inside something bigger. What was the big sphere, and where was it? Who had made it, and for what purpose?
A gentle breeze blew into his room. He got up and sat in the open window to cool off. The inner countryside was peaceful in the nightglow. He looked up at the houses overhead, half expecting them to tear loose and float into the center space. Whenever he thought of Earth curving the other way for thousands of kilometers, with only a thin layer of air protecting life from space, the hollow and the levels around it made him feel safe; but now he almost wished that he were on Earth, which he might never see because something had swallowed his habitat.
What was outside? Was something waiting there, preparing to tear the habitat open? He imagined giant alien machines ripping through the asteroid’s crust, looking for the small human creatures within. What did the aliens want? Had they set the giant sphere as a trap?
Suddenly Max wanted to explore outside the habitat. Then, just as suddenly as it had come into him, the impulse died. He leaned back against the window frame and closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and saw two figures coming up the path to his house—Emil and Lucinda, dressed in shorts and hiking shoes.
What were they doing out so late, and why were they coming to his house? They came to his window and looked up, as if they expected to find him sitting here.
“What is it?” he demanded in a whisper.
“Come out,” Lucinda said.
“What for?” Max asked, trying to see their faces in the nightglow. It was a prank of some kind, he thought, then realized that even they wouldn’t be trying to fool around at a time like this.
“Hurry!” Lucinda shouted.
Max hesitated. “Do you feel it, too?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“We’re not… sure,” Emil said. “I want to see what’s outside. Ihave to see what’s there!”
It w
as not a prank, Max realized. Something was very wrong with all three of them.
“I’ll be right out.” He went inside, found his shirt, shorts, and hiking shoes, and dressed quickly, then put on his coveralls. He usually wore them as extra protection when his father took him along on his maintenance route in the narrows of the engineering level. Where was he going now? It didn’t seem to matter.
He went back to the window, sat with his feet over the edge, and jumped the two meters to the ground.
“Well?” Max asked.
Emil turned away and started down toward the main road. Lucinda followed. Max hesitated, then marched after them.
“Where are we going?” he asked as he caught up.
He got no answer.
“Come on, Emil, where to?” He quickened his pace until he was walking between the pair.
“Outside… I think,” Emil managed to say.
“What?”
“Something wants us outside,” Lucinda said firmly, as if trying to convince herself.
“But we’ll be stopped,” Max objected, feeling dreamy and lost.
“Emil knows a way out that isn’t used much,” Lucinda explained without looking at him.
“As soon as we open a lock,” Max said, “it’ll show up on the watch displays.”
“We’ll be gone by then,” Emil replied.
“We can’t!” Max protested. “We have no idea what’s out there.”
Despite his protest, Max kept pace with them, now half unwilling and half unable to stop himself. He looked at Lucinda’s narrow waist and bare legs, expecting her usual glare of contempt, but she only stared ahead.
“We both dreamed of being outside, in the sphere,” Emil said. “Didn’t you?”
“No,” Max said with a sinking feeling, “I didn’t.”
“But you were in our dream,” Lucinda added in a cold tone.
“That’s why we came to get you,” Emil said. “We’ve got to go, and you have to come with us.”
“Are you afraid?” Lucinda asked,
“No, I’m not,” Max answered, trying to keep up with her. “I feel the things you do, but what is it?”
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