Sobroskin thought for a moment longer, then nodded. “Give me an hour. I’ll call you in your room then, whatever the news.” He sucked his teeth pensively as if weighing up something in his mind and then added, “I would suggest taking things easy with the girl. I have reports on Sverenssen. He can be dangerous.”
They met Malliusk in the main-dish control room after the evening shift was over and while the astronomers booked for the night were away having coffee. Malliusk agreed to their request only after Sobroskin had consented to sign a disclaimer stating that the action was requested by him, acting in his official capacity as a representative of the Soviet Government. Malliusk locked the statement among his private papers. He then closed the controlroom doors and used the main screen of the supervisory console to compose and transmit the message that Pacey dictated. Neither of the Russians could understand why Pacey insisted on appending his own name to the transmission. There were some things that he was not prepared to divulge.
chapter fifteen
Monchar, Garuth’s second-in-command, was visibly tense when Garuth arrived in response to the emergency call to the Shapieron’s Command Deck. “There’s something we’ve never seen before affecting the stress field around the ship,” he said in answer to Garuth’s unvoiced question. “Some kind of external bias is interfering with the longitudinal node pattern and degrading the geodesic manifolds. The gridbase is going out of balance, and zoi~&c can’t make sense of it. It’s trying to recompute the transforms now.”
Garuth turned to Shiohin, the mission’s chief scientist, who was in the center of a small group of her staff, taking in the information appearing on a battery of screens arrayed around them. “What’s happening?” he asked.
She shook her head helplessly. “I’ve never heard of anything like this. We’re entering some kind of spacetime asymmetry with coordinates transforming inversely into an exponential frame. The whole structure of the region of space that we’re in is breaking down.”
“Can we maneuver?”
“Nothing seems to work. The divertors are ineffective, and the longitudinal equalizers can’t compensate even at full gain.”
“zoi~tc, what’s your report?” Garuth called in a louder voice.
“Impossible to construct a gridbase that couples consistently into normal space,” the computer replied. “In other words I’m lost, don’t know where we are, where we’re going, or even if we’re going anywhere, and don’t have control anyway. Otherwise everything’s fine.”
“System status?” Garuth inquired.
“All sensors, channels, and subsystems checked and working normally. No-I’m not sick, and I’m not imagining it.”
Garuth stood nonplussed. Every face on the Command Deck was watching and waiting for his orders, but what order could he give when he had no idea what was happening and what, if any-
thing, could be done about it. “Call all stations to emergency readiness and alert them to stand by for further instructions,” he said, more to satisfy expectations than for any definite reason. A crewman to one side acknowledged and turned toward a panel to relay the order.
“Total stress-field dislocation,” Shilohin murmured, taking in the latest updates on the screens. “We’re dissociated from any identifiable reference.” The scientists around her were looking grim. Monchar nervously gripped the edge of a nearby console.
Then zoi~&c’s voice sounded again. “The trends reported have begun reversing rapidly. Coupling and translation functions are reintegrating to a new gridbase. References are rotating back into balance.”
“We might be coming out of it,” Shilohin said quietly. Hopeful mutterings broke out all around. She studied the displays again and appeared to relax somewhat.
“Stress field not returning to normal,” zoa~c advised. “The field is being externally suppressed, forcing reversion to subgravitic velocity. Full spatial reintegration unavoidable and imminent.” Something was slowing the ship down and forcing it to resume contact with the rest of the universe. “Reintegration complete. We’re in touch with the universe again . . .” An unusually long pause followed. “But I don’t know which part. We seem to have changed our position in space.” A spherical display in the middle of the floor illuminated to show the starfield surrounding the ship. It was nothing like that visible from the vicinity of the solar system, which should not have altered beyond recognition since the Shapieron’s departure from Earth.