Sense of Wonder: A Century of Science Fiction (491 page)

FrogPrince
:
T_Rex
, that thing’s a ship-killer. You can’t
…

FrogPrince
:
…
deflect it. Get away from the console.

FrogPrince
:
T_Rex, time to ditch! Listen to Sandman.

T_Rex
:
Accelerating to 2.3. Intercept.

Unicorn
:
T_Rex, you’re crazy.

T_Rex
:
I’m not crazy, lady. I’m a friggin ore-hauler
…

T_Rex
:
…
with a full bay.

FrogPrince
:
You’ll scatter like a can of marbles.

T_Rex
:
Nope. She’s coming too close and she’s cloaked
…

T_Rex
:
…
If station can’t spot her, she can take out a freighter
…

T_Rex:…
Going to burn that surface off so they can see
…

T_Rex
:
…
that mother coming.

T_Rex
:
((Poof))

Unicorn
:
Not funny, T_Rex.

Sandman pushed the button.
BettyB
shoved hard, hard, hard.

Sandman
:
I’m on my way,
T_Rex
. Get out of there.

WillWisp
:
I’m still here. Relaying.

CrazyCharlie:
I’m coming after you, Sandman, you and him.

Sandman
:
By the time I get there, I’ll be much less mass
…

Sandman
T_Rex, you better get yourself to a pod.

Sandman
:
…
I’m going to be damn mad if I come out there…

Sandman
:
…
and you didn’t.

Faster and faster. Faster than
BettyB
ever had gone. Calculations changed. Sandman kept figuring, kept putting it into nav.

The cyberflow kept going, talk in the dark. Eyes and ears that took in a vast, vast tract of space.

Unicorn
:
I know you’re busy, Sandman. But we’re here.

LOVER18:
I’ve run the numbers. Angle of impact
…

LOVER18:
…
will shove the main mass outsystem to nadir.

FrogPrince
:
Fireball will strip stealth coat
…

FrogPrince
:
T_Rex, you’re right.

Hawk29
:
T_Rex, Sandman and Charlie are coming
…

Hawk29
:
…
fast as they can.

Nothing to do but sit and figure, sit and figure, with an eye to the cameras. Forward now. Forward as they bore.

“APIS 19 BettyB, this is Beta Control. We copy re damage to Buoy 17. Can
you provide more details?”

The wavefront had gotten to Beta. They were way behind the times.

“Beta Control, this is APIS 19
BettyB,
on rescue. Orehauler on chart as 80912 imminent for impact. Inert stealth coating prevents easy intercept if it clears our district. Local neighborhood has a real good fix on it right now. May be our last chance to grab it, so the orehauler’s trying, BetaControl. We’re hoping he’s going to survive impact. Right now I’m running calculations. Don’t want to lose track of it. BettyB will go silent now. Ending send.”

FrogPrince
: I’ll talk to them for you, Sandman
…

FrogPrince
:
I’ll keep them posted.

Numbers came closer. Closer. Sandman punched buttons, folded and retracted the big dish.

Numbers
…
numbers
…
coincided.

Fireball. New, brief star in the deep dark.

Only the camera caught it. Streaks, incandescent, visible light shooting off from that star, most to nadir, red-hot slag.

The wavefront of that explosion was coming.
BettyB
was a shell, a structure of girders without her containers. Girders and one small cabin. Everything that could tuck down, she’d tucked. Life within her was a small kernel in a web of girders.

Wavefront hit, static noise. Light. Heat.

BettyB
waited. Plowed ahead on inertia. Lost a little, disoriented.

Her hull whined. Groaned.

Sandman looked at his readouts, holding his breath.

The whine stopped. Sandman checked his orientation, trimmed up on gentle, precise puffs, kicked the throttle up.

Bang! Something hit, rattled down the frame. Bang! Another.

Then a time of quiet. Sandman braked, braked hard, harder.

Then touched switches, brought the whip antennae up. Uncapped lenses and sensors.

In all that dark, he heard a faint, high-pitched ping-ping-ping.

“Tinman?” Sandman transmitted on low output, strictly local. Search and rescue band. “Tinman, this is
BettyB.
This is Sandman. You hear me? I’m coming after that fifty-two credits.”

“Bastard,”
came back to him, not time-lagged.
“I’ll pay, I’ll pay. Get your ass out here. And don’t use that name.”

Took a while. Took a considerable while, tracking down that blip, maneuvering close, shielding the pickup from any stray bits and pieces that might be in the area.

Hatch opened, however. Sandman had his clipline attached, sole lifesaving precaution. He flung out a line and a wrench that served as a miniature missile, a visible guide that flashed in the searchlight.

Tinman flashed, too, white on one side, sooted non-reflective black on the other, like half a man.

Sandman was ever so relieved when a white glove reached out and snagged that line. They were three hours down on Tinman’s life-support. And Sandman was oh, so tired.

He hauled at the line. Hauled Tinman in. Grabbed Tinman in his arms and hugged him suit and all into the safety of the little air lock.

Then he shut the hatch. Cycled it.

Tinman fumbled after the polarizing switch on the faceplate shield. It cleared, and Tinman looked at him, a graying, much thinner Tinman.

Lips moved. “Hey, man,” came through static. “Hate to tell you. My funds were all on my ship.”

“The hell,” Sandman said. “The hell.” Then: “I owe you, man. Some freighter next month or so—owes you their necks.”

“Tell that to Beta Ore,” the Tinman said. “It was their hauler I put in its path.”

CrazyCharlie:
I’ve got you spotted, Sandman.

Sandman
:
Charlie, thanks. Got a real chancy reading
…

Sandman
:
…
on the number three pipe
…

Sandman
:
…
think it got dinged. I really don’t want
…

Sandman
:
…
to fire that engine again
…

Sandman
:
…
I
think we’re going to need a tow.

CrazyCharlie
:
Sandman, I’ll tow you from here to hell and back
…

CrazyCharlie:
…
How’s T_Rex?

Sandman
:
This is T_Rex, on Sandman’s board.

Unicorn
:
Yay! T_Rex is talking.

FrogPrince
:
Tracking that stuff
…

FrogPrince
:
…
nadir right now. Clear as clear, T_Rex
…

FrogPrince
:
…
You know you *bent* that bastard?

Sandman
:
T_Rex here. Can you see it, FrogPrince?

FrogPrince
:
T_Rex, I can see it clear.

WillWisp
:
Word’s going out. Pell should know soon what they missed.

Unicorn
:
Or what missed *them*.:)

Sandman
:
This is Sandman. Thanks, guys
…

Sandman
:
…
You tell Pell the story, WillWisp, Unicorn. Gotta go
…

Sandman
:
…
I’m hooking up with Charlie
…

Sandman
:
…
Talk tomorrow.

Unicorn
:
You’re the best, Sandman. T_Rex, you are so beautiful.

Sandman:
…
going to get a tow.

CrazyCharlie
:
You can come aboard my cabin, Sandman.

CrazyCharlie
:
…
Got a bottle waiting for you.

CrazyCharlie
:
…
A warm nook by the heater.

Sandman
:
Deal, Charlie. Me and my partner
…

Sandman
:
…
somewhere warm.

FrogPrince
:
Didn’t know you had a partner, Sandman
…

FrogPrince
:
…
Thought you were all alone out here.

Sandman:
I’m not, now, am I?

Sandman
:
T_Rex speaking again. T_Re
x
says
…

Sandman
:
…
This is one tired T_Rex ((Bowing.)) Thanks, all
…

Sandman
:
…
Thanks, Sandman. Thanks, Charlie.

Sandman:
…
((Poof))

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Copyright © 2002 by C. J. Cherryh.