“Just
because the Zig can make just about anything doesn’t mean that it’s easy. It doesn’t mean that it’s cheap. A lot of times it’s cheaper to find base
materials and haul them in.” Algernon
explained as he scratched the tip of his nose gently. His eyes were entirely focused on the
projected readouts in front of him.
“The
Oort Clouds and beyond are good places to find certain raw materials,
also. Even if you can synthesize and
transmute elements it helps to have those elements in a purer form. A lot of times the lighter elements end up on
the outskirts of older systems, especially ones with gentle gravity wells like
this one. Think of a centrifuge, only
nothing like one.” Maria added.
Ahrrotl
had agreed to accompany her two human friends and their AIs on a mining
expedition on the very edge of the system.
She had become bored with Lotus Station, and both Maria and Algernon had
made the prospect of prospecting sound exciting. She had no complaints about the
accommodations – the ship was small and cozy, the air filled with the
pheromones of other healthy mammals, and the company was pleasant enough during
break or leisure time. The human’s
prudish mores still aggravated her – Maria had gotten offended when she tried
to sit on Algernon’s lap – but it was better than the alternating chaos and
deathly humdrum of station life.
It was
quiet, soothing, and predictable. This
small, warm, flying den had set a trajectory for the outer reaches of the
system, not terribly far from Lotus Station itself but actually in the system’s
Oort cloud, a region of dust and frozen asteroids that orbited at the far edge
of Laeli’s gravitational tug. She
listened to her human companions jabber excitedly about chemical composition
and rare elements and compounds as she groomed herself or read, and
occasionally entertained them with a story or song. She hadn’t been able to get them to dance yet,
but that was unsurprising. Humans
weren’t as stiff as the Zig that they resembled, but they weren’t the most
limber or expressive of creatures.
Ahrrotl
yawned and combed her tawny belly fur as she flipped over on her beanbag
cushion. She scrolled ahead in the story
that she was reading on her handheld projector.
It was a human romance involving an unlikely pairing of lovers in a
savage pre-solar civilization, but it was poorly paced and at this point she
just wanted to read through the mating scenes and be done with it.
A high-pitched,
quiet voice broke the silence, “It looks like you were right, Mr.
Algernon! What you had me look at
earlier – it is molybdenum. A whole bunch of it, spinning ever-so-quickly
around the star, just about as fast as we are.
It’s not too far away. Can we
have a look-see? Please? Pretty please?”
Algernon
smiled and brushed his thick black hair out of his face, revealing cobalt
eyes. “Thanks, Tommy. Maria?”
Maria
didn’t even look up from her bank of projected readings. “Hmmm?
I don’t know. How far away is
it?”
A
figure appeared floating above her projections.
It was small, but definitely human-shaped, wearing a black robe and a
white-and-black headdress that Ahrrotl seemed to recall being indicative of
some human religion. The figure’s face
was wrinkled with age and stern, its watery blue eyes huge and slightly
bloodshot. “Two light minutes and not a
second more, young lady. As much as I
think that young Tommy would do well to watch his figures more closely I would
like to compliment him on his analysis, he’s done a fine job.”
“Thank
you, Mother Superior.” Tommy’s quiet
voice seemed to come out of the surrounding air.
Ahrrotl
turned on her cushion and looked at Algernon upside down. “Why don’t we ever see Tommy?”
Algernon
chuckled a little and glanced over at Mother Superior and back to Ahrrotl. “He’s shy, Throttle. He’s just a youngin’.” Maria actually looked up at him long enough
to give a look that Ahrrotl interpreted as suspicion. She didn’t like his nickname for Ahrrotl any
more than Ahrrotl did, but for far different reasons. Humans
are so possessive of one another.
Ahrrotl mused. It’s a wonder that they had abandoned
slavery by the time the Mauraug found them.
Mother
Superior interrupted the awkward moment.
“Shall Tommy and I plot a course?”
Maria’s
gaze still had not left Algernon’s, and Ahrrotl could tell that there was quite
a bit of nonverbal communication occurring between the two, but was new enough
to humans that she couldn’t interpret most of it. Part of the reason she had agreed to go along
on this trip was to gain a grasp of human expression, and she was now wishing
she had chosen another venue for that exploration.
“I
don’t know, Mother. What do you think, Gerry?” Maria spoke slowly and pointedly.
“Well,
it’s not like it’s very far from us…”
“Aren’t
you forgetting something? Something
important?”
Algernon
frowned in puzzlement. Maria screwed up
her mouth in frustration, and spoke again in the same slow and deliberate
tone. “Gerry, we need to go back to the
station soon. We didn’t calculate the
amount of food that we’d require accurately for two people and a Hrotata. We will need to restock.”
Algernon’s
frown deepened. “But … it’ll take us
less than a day to get there, and two days to get back to Lotus. We should still have enough supplies for a month. We’ll be fine.”
Maria
sighed stiffly, her shoulders locked, and looked back down to her
projections. “Fine. Whatever.
Go ahead, Mother. Fastest route
out and back.” The projection of Mother
Superior nodded curtly and vanished.
Al
smiled widely. “Great! We’ll just grab a couple of samples and tag
it and go back for supplies.” He looked
at Ahrrotl. “Don’t get too relaxed,
Throttle, we’re just getting started!
Just wait till we get there, we can all go outside into the Big Empty
together!”
Lovely.
I’d better make sure that I’m not the last one back or Maria will cycle
the lock on me. I can just imagine it,
“Sorry, Ahrottl, we only have enough air for two people. You know, people, which does not include Hrotata. We’ll send someone else in a couple of days
to pick up your corpse!” She stilled
with anxiety, but tried to sound enthusiastic.
“Wow! The space between the
stars! I’ve never even been in an Oort
Cloud, much less outside of it.”
“Yes. Yippee.”
Maria said, deadpan.
There ought to be a corollary to the idea of Chekhov's Gun ("If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired."): If in the first chapter you have a character anticipate a problem, that problem should occur before the end of the story. I can think of exceptions to that statement, of course. A character could be a chronic worrywart or paranoid, or just addicted to predicting doom (C-3P0). Still, when Maria cautions that they shouldn't stay out too long, I automatically expect some disaster to delay their return.
ReplyDeleteBesides that, this is a great introduction to several characters. I'm getting fascinated over the course of Laine's and my stories about the theme of humans as dualities: a human and their A.I. You can't just have 'a' human character. The fact that a bonded couple have A.I.s that have their own relationship dynamic is fertile ground to explore. What if their A.I.s *didn't* get along? For that matter, what if two people met, married, divorced... and their A.I.s still wanted to stay in touch?
Oh, and given that Maria is painted as the hardass in this chapter, my story-sense says that she'll be getting more sympathetic in later chapters. Or murder them all. One of the two. I guess I'll find out!