Rama 2 by Arthur C. Clarke and Gentry Lee

Nicole was quiet for a moment. “You obviously weren’t afraid,” she said softly, “because you show no sign of fear even now. Doesn’t the thought of being left to die onboard Rama bother you at all?”

“A little,” Richard answered. “But dying in an exciting situation is much better than living in a boring one.” Again he propped himself up on his elbow. “I have been looking forward to this mission for three years. I thought from the beginning that I had a good chance of being selected. Except for my robots and Shakespeare, there is nothing in my life but my work. I have no family or friends to think of . . .”

His voice trailed off. “And I’m as much afraid of going back as I am of dying. At least Richard Wakefield, Newton cosmonaut, has a clearly defined purpose.” He started to say something else but stopped himself. Richard lay back down and closed his eyes.

43 EXOBIOLOGICAL PSYCHOLOGY

There’s another reason not to give up hope,” Richard said cheerfully as soon as he saw Nicole open her eyes, “and I forgot to mention it last night.”

Nicole had always awakened very slowly. Even as a child. She liked to savor the last part of her dream state before confronting harsh reality. At home Genevieve and Pierre both knew not to talk to her about anything important until after she had had her morning coffee. She blinked at Rich­ard, who was shining his small flashlight in the gap between them.

“This space vehicle is now headed for the Earth,” he said. “Even if the Newton leaves, there might be another human spacecraft here sooner or later.”

“What’s that?” Nicole said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

“In all the excitement last night,” Richard replied, “I left out one of the most important points. The maneuver—I guess you missed it because you were unconscious at the bottom of that pit—put Rama on an Earth impact course. That made our evacuation imperative.”

Richard noticed that Nicole was staring at him as if he had lost his mind. “The spaceship is still on a hyperbola with respect to the Sun,” he clarified, “but it’s blasting full speed toward the Earth. We will impact in twenty-three days.”

“Richard,” Nicole said, longing intensely for that fresh cup of coffee, “I do not like jokes early in the morning. If you have spent your energy making up-”

“No, no,” he interrupted. “I’m serious. It’s true. Believe me.”

Nicole pulled out her pocket thermometer and checked it. “Then tell me, my engineering genius, why is the temperature in here still increasing? If we are now going away from the Sun, shouldn’t it be dropping?”

“You’re smarter than that, Nicole.” Richard shook his head. “The thermal input from the Sun on the exterior of Rama diffuses very slowly through the outer shell and then into the interior. The thermal conductivity is obviously very low. I wouldn’t expect the temperatures to reach a peak for another two weeks at least.”

Nicole remembered enough of her basic thermodynamics to realize he was making sense. It was too early in the morning for thermal diffusion. Nicole struggled with the idea that Rama was now bound for the Earth, She asked Richard for a drink of water. What is going on here? she thought. Why is Rama now headed for our planet?

Richard must have been reading her mind. “You should have heard the silly discussions about why Rama had changed its trajectory and what it was likely to do. There was a seven-hour conference call on the subject.”

He laughed out loud. “The ISA has an employee—a Canadian, I think— whose specialty is exobiological psychology. Can you believe it? This jerk actually participated in the conference call and offered insights into the motives behind the Raman maneuver.” Richard shook his head vigorously. “All bureaucracies are the same. They drain the life out of the truly creative people and develop mindless paper-pushers as their critical mass.”

“What was the final result of the call?” Nicole asked after a short silence.

“Most of the sane people guessed that Rama would go into orbit around the Earth and conduct passive remote observations. But they were in the minority. Sanity and logic took a holiday, in my opinion. Even David Brown —who acted very strangely, it seemed to me, after we returned to the New­ton—acknowledged that there was a high probability that Rama would do something hostile. He clarified his position by stating that it would not, in reality, be a hostile act; however, its attempt to learn more about the Earth might result in actions that would be perceived by us as hostile.”

The agitated Richard was now standing up. “Have you ever heard such gobbledygook in your life? And Dr. Brown was one of the more coherent speakers. The entire ISA Advisory Board was polled as to which of the projected scenarios each of them favored. Do you think that bunch of pleni­potentiaries could respond simply with ‘I believe in Option A, direct impact with resultant destruction and climate alteration/ or ‘I favor Option C, Earth orbit with bellicose intentions’? Hell no! Each one of them had to deliver a lecture of some kind. That weird Dr. Alexander, the one who asked you all the questions after your open biometry meeting in November,, even spent fifteen minutes explaining how Rama’s existence had exposed a flaw in the ISA charter. As if anybody gave a shit!” Richard sat down again and put his hands on his cheeks. “The whole thing was unbelievable.”

Nicole was now fully awake. “I assume,” she said, sitting up on her mat, “judging from your obvious irritation, that you disagreed with the consen­sus.”

Richard nodded. “Almost three-fourths of the large group participating in the call—which included all the Newton cosmonauts as well as most of the senior scientists and executives in the ISA—were convinced that the Raman maneuver was likely to be harmful to the Earth in some significant way. Almost all of them focused on the same issue. Since the first Rama appar­ently ignored our existence altogether, they argued, the fact that Rama II altered its trajectory to achieve a rendezvous with the Earth shows that this spacecraft is operating under different principles. I certainly agree with that conclusion. But what I cannot understand is why everyone necessarily as­sumes that the Raman action is hostile. It seems just as likely to me that the aliens could be motivated by curiosity, or even a desire to be our benefactors in some way.”

The British engineer paused for a moment to reflect, “Francesca says that the polls on Earth are indicating that a huge majority of the average people as well, almost ten to one according to her, is terrified by Rama’s approach. They are clamoring for the politicians to do something.”

Richard opened the hut and walked out into the dark plaza. He idly shone his flashlight on the octahedron. “At a second meeting eighteen hours later it was decreed that the Newton team would not go inside Rama again. Technically, I am not in violation of that order, because I left the Newton before the official proclamation. But it was obvious that the order was com­ing.”

“While the leaders of the planet Earth are discussing what to do with a spacecraft the size of an asteroid that is aimed directly at them,” Nicole said as she walked out into the plaza behind him, “you and I have a more tractable problem. We must cross the Cylindrical Sea.” She managed a wan smile. “Shall we do a little exploring while we talk?”

Richard directed his flashlight beam into the bottom of the pit. The manna melon was clearly identifiable but the individual pieces in the pile of jumbled metal were very hard to resolve. “So those are spare parts from a centipede biot?”

Nicole nodded. They were kneeling side by side on the lip. “Even in the daylight the ends of the pit are in shadows. I needed to be certain that I wasn’t looking at Takagishi’s body.”

“I would love to see a centipede biot repair itself.” Richard stood up and walked over to the wall of the barn. He knocked. “And the material scien­tists would love this stuff. Normal radio waves are blocked both ways and you can’t see in from the outside. Yet the wall is somehow transparent if you’re inside the barn looking out.” He turned to Nicole. “Bring your scalpel over here. Let’s see if we can cut off a piece.”

Nicole was trying to decide if one of them should drop down into the pit and retrieve the melon. It wouldn’t be too difficult, assuming the suture line would hold. At length she pulled out her scalpel and walked over beside Richard.

“I’m not certain we should do this,” she said. She hesitated before apply­ing the scalpel to the barn wall. “In the first place, the scalpel could be damaged. We might need it later. Second, uh, it might be considered vandal­ism.”