“We’re alive!” Gerry
shouted. Ahrottl was still shaking off
the effects of hyperspace – this time she’d seen vast, planet-sized worms
writhing around each other, forming words in a language she could just barely
comprehend. Travel through hyperspace
never failed to unhinge psyches, including those of Artificial Intelligences,
although those suffered more from simple sensory deprivation than the
full-scale hallucinations and visions that biological life forms
experienced. Either way, it was an
unsettling experience.
Maria
was touching her face and her hair with the tips of her long digits, as though
assuring herself that they were still there.
Ahrottl romped over to her and nuzzles her elbow, and then moved over to
Gerry and petted his hand, as much for her own benefit as for theirs. Physical contact was very important to her
kind.
Gerry
took a long, shuddering breath. “Mother
Superior, please report.”
“Our
ship seems to be all right, Algernon.
There is no damage or noticeable malfunction. Our surroundings are unfamiliar. Tommy and I are attempting to correlate the
astronomic data now. Our immediate surroundings,
however, show a device similar to the one that created the gate that we
travelled through, which appears to be powering down, and a very large edifice
close by.”
Two
holos appeared over the panels. One
showed, as Mother Superior had described, a spiky ball with trails of
purple-white energy coruscating across its surface and occasionally leaping
between the tips of its spikes. The
other showed a dark, oblong shape. No
light touched it other than interstellar illumination, and no visible light seemed
to eminate from it.
“What
is it?” Ahrottl asked.
“I
think, if I’m not wrong, that it might be a space station.” Tommy offered cautiously.
Maria
nodded slowly. “It would make sense that
there’d be some kind of station near a gateway like this. No civilization is going to exist entirely
outside of the bounds of a solar system, and the fact that we found the gateway
near the edge of one indicates that solar systems were important to its
creators. Otherwise they'd be placed in
the middle of the Big Empty, where we’d never have a chance of running in to
it.”
Gerry
scratched his nose and chin. “Mother
Superior, could we get some light on the station?”
Ahrottl
spoke up. “Why don’t we wait a bit,
Algernon? We don’t know what this thing
is, and if it’s occupied or not. Visible
lights might be seen as a threat. For
all we know the occupants see with X-rays.
Have we seen any activity near it yet?”
Mother
Superior lifted her chin. “We’ve been
here less than two minutes, and Tommy and I have a lot of examination and
calculation to engage in still. We will
give you updates when we feel that we’ve examined the situation sufficiently to
explore more. In the meantime, please
ensure that your own needs are taken care of.
Hydrate, eat, and use the facilities.”
Gerry
snorted. Why are so many AIs so unfriendly?
Ahrottl wondered. She didn’t want
to share the thought aloud for fear of offending them and their human creators,
but she had encountered a great many Artificial Intelligences whose behavior, in
humans or other civilized species (other
than Mauraug she thought bitterly) would be considered outright
antisocial. Surely they could program
them to behave in a more congenial manner?
She
followed Maria and Algernon back into the kitchen and rifled around for food,
settling on some biscuits and water from the purifier. She climbed up on the table to be on level
with her human companions, a habit which she knew drove Maria to distraction,
but she was still too discombobulated to care.
To her, recovering from hyperspace was like recovering from a severe
nightmare after having not slept nearly long enough to be refreshed. She finished her biscuits and went about
grooming while the humans sat in silence and drank coffee and ate something
that they called egg but smelled like rot and plastic to her.
While
they went off to shower she went back to the bridge and played with the hollow
of the oblong mass, turning it this way and that. She saw what looked like little dents or
apertures on the ends of it, but the detail was not good enough, the light too
dim, and the holo taken from too far away.
Risking
annoying the AIs, she said, “Is this a live feed?”
Tommy
spoke up, briefly. “Yes, Ahrottl.”
“So
nothing’s been moving around it?”
“If
there was, we’d have alerted the crew to it.”
Mother Superior broke her silence to comment a little harshly.
Yes, yes, I know that I’m not crew. Ahrottl shook her head in a very human
gesture, and turned her attention to the gateway. The activity that had surrounded it had
quieted down, and it was now floating, quiescent and quiet as the original had
been.
A wave
of humid air washed through the room accompanied by the odor of human cleaning
products, which they used to wipe away their natural scents as much as possible. Ahrottl’s theory was that it spoke of an
ancestry plagued by predation. Only
their armpits and generative and eliminative organs produced much scent, and
even that was cut back heavily by aromatics.
It gave a kind of eerie impression to many Hrotata of a clone-like
similarity between humans or a deep-seated shame regarding their personal
identities.
Maria
and Algernon came out, freshly scrubbed and looking like they felt much better
for it. Algernon had a wide smile on his
face, his hair clinging in stringy strands around his glasses. He stretched and sat down in his chair, and
Maria followed, taking her seat. Ahrottl
scooted back towards her beanbag and curled up, weaving slightly, waiting.
“Well?” Gerry said.
“Any news?”
“Yes
sir, Mr. Algernon. Where would you like
to start?”
“Well,
first off, where are we.”
“We
don’t know-“
Mother
Superior interjected sharply. “Yet. We don’t know yet. At least, not in relation to current
astronomic charts. What information we
have is relatively sparse. We are close
to, but still between the arms of what may be a spiral galaxy. It may well be our own, although it is
difficult for us to determine at this point.
We need more information for that.
“We’re
on the outskirts of a binary solar system consisting of one red dwarf and one
blue dwarf. We have not been able to
locate any planets yet, although given the positioning of the gateway and the
ostensible space station it is likely that there are some. Closer and more long-term observation may be
required to locate any planets.
“At
this distance the oblong object appears to be made of metal, likely an iron
alloy, and seems to have openings or hatches in it. Unlike the gateway it is the same temperature
as surrounding space and does not appear to share any of the former’s
absorptive properties. No activity or
energy usage has been detected on, in, or around it since our arrival, and
there are no traces or anomalies to suggest any recent energy usage. At this point we know very little about
it. Again, closer and more thorough
examination would be required.”
“Thank
you for the succinct and comprehensive report, Mother.” Maria said.
Mother Superior’s avatar smiled, something she did for no one but her
human.
“So
what do we do?” Ahrottl asked.
“I think
we should try and reactivate the device.
Maybe if I get back down there I can see if I can’t figure it out.” Gerry said.
Ahrottl
stilled briefly, and Maria frowned.
“Maybe so, but we got you out of there just in time last time. I would rather not risk it unless we have a
better idea of what we’re doing.” Maria
said.
“Never
mind that we don’t know if it would take us back to the other gate. These things might work in a series, or have
coordinates.” Ahrottl pointed out. “I think we should go examine the station
over there. Even if it’s shut down – and
it looks like it is – we may find information we can use on it.”
Mother
Superior nodded. “I have to agree with
the Hrotata on this. The potential
dangers of improperly using the hyperspace gate far outweigh the possibility of
us activating it correctly on the first try.
If any information of its usage is archived in the artifact we’re
referring to as a ‘station’ it may help to shed some light on the matter.”
Gerry
frowned. “I’m not remembering; do either
of you have any linguistic training?”
Ahrottl
started to speak up and then realized that he was speaking to the AIs, as
Mother Superior responded, “No, not specifically. We each know the base packet of Collective
languages and a few dialects, but we have no specific training or programming
for the assimilation of new languages.
We will need to work together on this; we have just as much experience
as any of you do in this field.
Ahrottl
coughed just a little to get attention.
“I have extensive linguistic
training. I might know fewer languages
than your Brins do, but I studied linguistic theory for two years as a part of
my education in literature. I can speak,
read, write and compose poetry in at least twelve languages. I might
be able to help here.” She glared a
little at Mother Superior.
Algernon
beamed. “That’s great! Why don’t you start looking over the
recordings we took of the glyphs on the first hyperspace gate while we start
heading over to the station and poking around its exterior.”
“Actually,
I’d like us to take recordings of the markings on this gate too, for
comparison. I have the feeling we only
got a small sample of what there was on the first device, but I’d still like to
note any differences. Mind you, this
doesn’t mean I’ll be any closer to knowing the meaning of the symbols, but it
will help to have a base to work from.
Any information would be helpful at this point. What we really need is some kind of
interactive software, or a picture book.”
Maria
raised her eyebrows. “A picture book?”
Ahrottl
nodded. “Yes, whatever whoever wrote in
that script used to teach children.
We’re starting from the ground up here.”
“Allright,” Algernon said. “Let’s pull in closer to the gateway to take
some readings. Then we’ll , head over to
the station. I’m just… I’m itching to
see that thing.”
Maria
nodded. “I think we all are, Gerry. As scary as this is, it’s actually kind of
exciting.”
Ahrottl
remained silent, but worried to herself.
The air and water we can keep going
indefinitely with recycling and space filtration, but we don’t really have much
in the way of food supplies, and hydroponics aren’t going to cut it for very
long. I wonder if we should see if there
are any habitable worlds.
She
spoke up. “Hey, don’t we have probes?”
“We do,
but they’re not really all that long range.
Why?” Maria asked.
Ahrottl
rolled her whiskers. “As exciting as
this is, we have some practical considerations.
We need to eat, and I remember you pointing out that we were low on food
as it was. Do you think we might want to
send a probe to check out the station, and go check the system for habitable
planets?”
They
were all quiet for a moment. Gerry
looked like he was about to voice an objection, but finally nodded. “I guess.
I mean, we know nothing about the biology of the species that created
this gate. For all we know, they could
be AIs.”
Mother
Superior chimed in. “I think that this
is the best course of action. After all,
if they are any station defenses active, or hostile occupants, it is far safer
to send the probe first. Also, your
biological needs do need to be seen to.
Once we are done surveying the gateway I will launch the probe, and we
will make haste to the inner system to begin our inspections.”
Two of my previous comments converge on the idea conveyed by the first paragraph of this chapter: hyperspace does weird things to the brain. That makes sense, if the brain operates on normal physics and hyperspace has abnormal physics. We really need to hope that dragging our human bodies around the odder reaches of reality doesn't just kill us outright. Otherwise, we're stuck in Einsteinian space-time.
ReplyDeleteI'm torn on the idea of general-purpose linguistic skills. On the one hand, languages do have the same universal purpose: communicating necessary information. There are some tendencies that all human languages share, as a result. However, those universal rules are fairly abstract and can be realized in a wide variety of specific ways. There has to be a limited set of sounds, but that could be 'limited' to 10 or 100. There have to be rules for building meaningful parts, but those could be one or a hundred sounds long. So on, and so forth.
Beyond that, what constitutes a logical arrangement of parts could differ alongside biology or even native physics. As computational linguists are finding, you need some common referents to understand meanings from language. Even translation within a species' different languages is imperfect as a result. So how successful, really, can a xenolinguist be? Good enough to build a bridge allowing better understanding later? Just good enough to make really big mistakes later? Or could there be a wide enough gap between life-forms that the 'language universals' just don't apply in another galaxy?