A Deepness in the Sky (35 page)

TWENTY-ONE

Qiwi Lin Lisolet spent a lot of time out-of-doors. Maybe with the localizer gimmick Old Trinli was promising, that would change. Qiwi floated low across the old Diamond One/Two contact edge. Now it was in sunlight, the volatiles of the earlier years moved or boiled away. Where it was undisturbed, the surface of the diamond was gray and dull and smooth, almost opalescent. The sunlight eventually burned the top millimeter or so into graphite, kind of a micro-regolith, disguising the glitter below. Every ten meters along the edge there was a rainbow glint, where a sensor was set. The ejet emplacements extended off on either side. Even this close, you could scarcely see the activity, but Qiwi knew her gear: the electric jets sputtered in millisecond bursts, guided by the programs that listened to her sensors. And even that wasn't delicate enough. Qiwi spent more than two thirds of her duty time floating around the rockpile, adjusting the ejets—and still the rock quakes were dangerously large. With a finer sensor net and the programs that Trinli was claiming, it should be easy to design better firing regimes. Then there would be millions of quakes, but so small no one would notice. And then she wouldn't have to be here so much of the time. Qiwi wondered what it would be like to be on a low-duty cycle Watch schedule like most people. It would save medical resources, but it would also leave poor Tomas even more alone.

Her mind slid around the worry.There are things you can cure andthings you can't; be grateful for what Trinli's localizers will make right. She floated up from the cleft, and checked with the rest of her maintenance crew.

"Just the usual problems," Floria Peres's voice sounded in her ear. Floria was coasting over the "upper slopes" of Diamond Three. That was above the rockpile's current zero-surface. They lost a few jets there every year. "Three loosened mountings...we caught them in time."

"Very good. I'll put Arn and Dima on it. I think we're done early." She smiled to herself. Plenty of time for the more interesting projects. She switched her comm away from her crew's public sequency. "Hey, Floria. You're in charge of the distillery this Watch, true?"

"Sure." There was a chuckle in the other's voice. "I try to get that job every time; working for you is just one of the unavoidable chores that come along with it."

"Well, I have some things for you. Maybe we can deal?"

"Oh, maybe." Floria was on a mere ten-percent duty cycle; even so, this was a dance they had been through before. Besides, she was Qeng Ho. "Meet me down at the distillery in a couple of thousand seconds. We can have tea."

The volatiles distillery sat at the end of its slow trek across the dark side of the rockpile. Its towers and retorts glistened with frost in the Arachna-light; in other places, it glowed with dull red heat where fractionation and recombination occurred. What came out was the simple stock materials for their factory and the organic sludges for the bactries. The core of the L1 distillery was from the Qeng Ho fleet. The Emergents had brought along similar equipment, but it had been lost in the fighting.Thank goodness it was ours that survived. The repairs and new construction had forced them to scavenge from all the ships. If the distillery core had been Emergent technology, they'd've been lucky to have anything working now.

Qiwi tied down her taxi a few meters from the distillery. She unloaded her thermal-wrapped cargo, and pulled herself along the guide ropes toward the entrance. Around her lay the sweeping drifts of their remaining hoard of volatiles: airsnow and ocean ice from the surface of Arachna. Those had come a long way, and cost a lot. Much of the original mass, especially the airsnow, had been lost in the Relight and chance illuminations since. The remainder had been pushed and balanced into the safest shadows, had been melted in a vain attempt to glue the rockpile together, had been used to breathe and eat and live. Tomas had plans to hollow out portions of Diamond One as a really secure capture cave. Maybe that wouldn't be necessary. As the sun slowly dimmed, it should be easier to save what was left. Meantime, the distillery made its slow progress—less than ten meters per year—through the drifts of ice and air. Behind, it left starglint on raw diamond, and a track of anchor holes.

Floria's control cubby was at the base of the distillery's rearmost towers. As part of the original Qeng Ho module, it had been nothing more than a pressurized hutch to eat and nap in. Over the years of the Exile, its various occupants had added to it. Coming in on it from ground level...Qiwi paused a moment. Most of her life was spent either in close-in rooms and tunnels, or in open emptiness. Floria's latest changes made this something in between. She could imagine what Ezr would say of this: It really did look like a little cabin, almost like the fairy-tale pictures of how a farmer might live in the snow-covered foothills of an ancient land, close to a glistening forest.

Qiwi climbed past the outriggers and anchor cables—the edge of the magic forest—and knocked on the cabin door.

Trading was always fun. She had tried so many times to explain that to Tomas. The poor fellow had a good heart, but he came from a culture that just could not understand.

Qiwi brought partial payment for Floria's most recent output: inside the thermal wrap was a twenty-centimeter bonsai, something Papa had worked Msecs to build. Micro-dwarf ferns grew out into multiple canopies. Floria held the bonsai bubble close to the room's overhead light and looked up through the green. "The midges!"—submillimeter bugs. "They have colored wings!"

Qiwi had followed her friend's reaction with carefully pretended neutrality, but now she couldn't help herself, and she laughed. "I wondered if you would notice." The bonsai was smaller than Papa's usual, but it might be the most beautiful yet, better than anything Qiwi had ever seen in the library. She reached into the thermal wrap and brought out the other part of the payment. "And this is from Gonle, personally. It's a clasp stand for the bonsai."

"It's...wood." Floria had been charmed by the bonsai. Her reaction to the wood plate was more like amazement. She reached out to slide her fingers across the polished grain.

"We can make it by the tonne lot now, kind of a reverse dry rot. Of course, since Gonle grows it in vats, it looks a little strange." The stripes and whorls were biowaves caught in the grain of the wood. "We'd need more space and time to get real rings." Or maybe not; Papa thought he might be able to trick the biowaves into faking growth rings.

"Doesn't matter." Floria's voice was abstracted. "Gonle has won her bet...or your father has won it for her. Imagine. Real wood in quantity, not just twigs in a bonsai bubble, or brush in the temp's park." She looked at Qiwi's grinning face. "And I bet she figures this more than pays for past deals."

"Well...we hoped it would soften you up." They sat down, and Floria brought out the tea she had promised, from Gonle Fong's agris and before that from the mounds of volatiles and diamond that surrounded the distillery. The two of them worked through the list that Benny and Gonle had put together. The list was not just their orders, but the result of the brokering that went on day after day up in Benny's parlor. There were items here that were mainly for Emergent use. Lord, there were items in here that Tomas could have simply demanded, and that Ritser Brughel would certainly have demanded.

Floria's objections were a catalogue of technical problems, things she would need before she could undertake what was asked of the distillery. She would get all she could out of these deals, but in fact what was being asked of her was technically difficult. Once, in pre-Flight when Qiwi couldn't have been more than seven years old, Papa had taken her to a distillery at Triland. "This is what feeds the bactries, Qiwi, just as the bactries support the parks. Each layer is more wonderful than the one below it, but making even the lowliest distillery is a kind of art." Ali loved his high end of the job above all others, but he still respected those others. Floria Peres was a talented chemist, and the dead goo she made was a marvelous creation.

Four thousand seconds later, they had agreed on a web of perks and favors for the rest of Floria's Watch. They sat for a time, sipping a new batch of tea and idly discussing what they might try after the current goals were accomplished. Qiwi told her Trinli's claims about the localizers.

"That's good news, if the old fart isn't lying. Maybe now you won't have to live at such a high duty cycle." Floria looked across at Qiwi, and there was a strange, sad expression in her eyes. "You were a little girl, and now you're older than I am. You shouldn't have to burn your life out, child, just to keep a bunch of rocks lined up."

"It—It's not that bad. It needs to be done, even if we don't have the best medical support."Besides, Tomas is always on Watch and he needsmy help. "And there are advantages to being up most of the time. I get into almost everything. I know where there are deals to be made, goodies to be scrounged. It makes me a better Trader."

"Hmm." Floria looked away, and then abruptly back. "This isn't trading! It's a silly game!" Her voice softened. "I'm sorry, Qiwi. You can't really know...but I know what trade is really like. I've been to Kielle. I've been to Canberra. This," she waved her hand, as if to encompass all of L1—"this is just pretend. You know why I always ask for this distillery job? I've made this control cubby into something like a home, whereI can pretend. I can pretend I'm alone and far away. I don't have to live in the temp with Emergents who pretend they are decent human beings."

"But many of them are, Floria!"

Peres shook her head, and her voice rose. "Maybe. And maybe that's the most terrible part of it. Emergents like Rita Liao and Jau Xin. Just folks, eh? And every day they use other human beings like less than animals, like—likemachine parts. Even worse, that's their living. Isn't Liao a ‘programmer manager' and Xin a ‘pilot manager'? The greatest evil in the universe, and they lap it up and then sit down with us in Benny's parlor,and we accept them! " Her voice scaled up to just short of a shriek, and she was abruptly silent. She closed her eyes tight, and tears floated gently downward through the air.

Qiwi reached out to touch Floria's hand, not knowing if the other might simply strike her. This was a pain she saw in various people. Some she could reach. Others, like Ezr Vinh, held it so rigidly secret that all she felt was a hint of hidden, pulsing rage.

Floria was silent, hunched over on herself. But after a moment she grasped Qiwi's hand in both her own and bowed her head toward it, weeping. Her words were choked, almost unintelligible. "...don't blame you... .I really don't. I know 'bout your father." She gasped on silent sobs, and after a moment her words came more clearly. "I know you love this Tomas Nau. That's okay. He couldn't manage without you, but we'd probably all be dead then, too."

Qiwi put her other arm around the woman's shoulders. "But I don't love him." The words popped out, surprising her. And Floria looked up, surprised too.

"I mean, I respect him. He saved me when things were worst, after Jimmy killed my mother. But—" Strange to be talking to Floria like this, saying words that before she had said only inside herself. Tomas needed her. He was a good man raised in a terrible, evil system. The proof of his goodness was that he had come as far as he had, that he understood the evil and worked to end it. Qiwi doubted that she could have done as much; she would have been more like Rita and Jau, dumbly accepting, grateful to have evaded the net of Focus. Tomas Nau really wanted to change things. But love him? For all his humor, love, wisdom, there was a...remoteness...to Tomas. She hoped he never realized she felt that about him.And I hope subversive Floria has disabled Ritser's bugs.

Qiwi pushed the thoughts away. For a moment she and Floria just stared at each other, surprised to see the other's heart exposed.Hmm. She gave Floria a little pat on the shoulder. "I've known you for more than a year of shared Watch, and this is the first time there's been any hint you felt this way... ."

Floria released Qiwi's hand, and wiped at the tears that still stood in her eyes. Her voice was almost under control. "Yeah. Before, I could always keep a lid on it. ‘Lie low,' I told myself, ‘and be a proper little conquered Peddler.' We're naturally good at that, don't you think? Maybe it comes from having the long view. But now...You know I had a sister in-fleet?"

"No."I'm sorry. There had been so many Qeng Ho in the fleet before the fighting, and little Qiwi had known so few.

"Luan was a wild card, not too bright, but good with people...the sort a wise Fleet Captain throws in the mix." A smile came close to surfacing, then drowned in bleak remembrance. "I have a doctorate in chemical engineering, but they Focused Luan and left me free. It should have beenme, but they took her instead."

Floria's face twisted with guilt that should not have been. Maybe Floria was immune to permanent infection by the mindrot, like many of the Qeng Ho. Or maybe not. Tomas needed at least as many free as Focused, else the system would die the death of details. Qiwi opened her mouth to explain, but Floria wasn't listening.

"I lived with that. And I kept track of Luan. They Focused her on theirart . Watch-on-Watch, she and her gang carved out those friezes on Hammerfest. You probably saw her a hundred times."

Yes, that is surely true.The carving gangs were the lowest of the Focused jobs. It wasn't the high creation of Ali Lin or the translators. The patterns of the Emergent "legend art" left nothing to creativity. The workers beetled down the diamond corridors, centimeter by centimeter, scooping tiny bits from the walls according to the master pattern. Ritser's original plan had been that the project burn up all the "waste human resources," working them without medical care unto death.

"But they don't work Watch-on-Watch anymore, Floria." That had been one of Qiwi's earliest triumphs over Ritser Brughel. The carving was made lighter work, and medical resources were made available to all who remained awake. The carvers would live through the Exile, to the manumissions that Tomas had promised.

Floria nodded. "Right, and even though our Watches were almost disjoint, I still kept track of Luan. I used to hang around the corridors, pretending to be passing through whenever other people came along. I even talked to her about that damn filthy art she loved; it was the only thing she could talk about, ‘The Defeat of the Frenkisch Orc.' " Floria all but spat the title. Her anger faded, and she seemed to wilt. "Even so, I still could see her and maybe, if I was a good little Peddler, she would be free someday. But now..." She turned to look at Qiwi and her voice once more lost its steadiness. "...now she's gone, not even on the roster. They claim her coffin failed. They claim she died in coldsleep. The lying, treacherous,bastards..."