Rama 2 by Arthur C. Clarke and Gentry Lee

“Richard,” Nicole said from above. “I think we should discuss this. I don’t want to be stuck—”

“Ah-ha!” Richard exclaimed. As soon as his foot hit the first landing, some lights around him automatically lit the next phase of the descent. “The ramp doubles back,” he shouted, “and continues down. Looks just the same.” He turned and disappeared from Nicole’s field of view.

“Richard,” Nicole now yelled, a little exasperated, “will you please stop for a minute? We must talk about what we’re doing.”

A few seconds later Richard’s smiling face reappeared. The two cosmo­nauts discussed their options. Nicole insisted that she was going to stay outside, in New York, even if Richard was going to continue with his explo­ration. At least that way, she argued, she could guarantee that they would not be stranded in the hole.

While she was talking, Richard was standing on the first landing and surveying the area around him. The walls were made of the same material Nicole had found in the avian lair. Small strip lights, looking not unlike normal fluorescent lights on Earth, ran along the wall to illuminate the path.

“Move away just a second, will you?” Richard shouted in the middle of their conversation.

At first puzzled, Nicole backed away from the entrance to the rectangular hole. “Farther,” she heard Richard yell. Nicole walked over and stood against one of the surrounding buildings.

“Is this far enough?” she had just finished shouting when the covering on the hole began to close. Nicole ran forward and tried to stop the motion of the cover, but it was much too heavy. “Richard,” she cried as the hole disappeared beneath her.

Nicole pounded on the cover and remembered her own feelings of frustra­tion when she had been locked in the avian lair. She quickly ran back over to the building and pressed the embedded flat panel. Nothing happened. Al­most a minute passed. Nicole became anxious. She ran back into the street and called for her colleague.

“I’m right here, under the cover,” he answered, bringing Nicole consider­able relief. “I found another plate near the first landing and pressed it. I think it toggles the cover closed or open, but it may have a timing delay constraint. Give me a few minutes. Don’t you try to open the cover. And don’t stand too near it.”

Nicole backed away and waited. Richard had been correct. Several minutes later the cover opened and he emerged from the hole with a big grin on his face. “See,” he said, “I told you not to worry. . . . Now what’s for lunch?”

As they descended the ramp, Nicole heard the familiar sound of running water. In a little room about twenty meters behind the landing, they found the identical piping and cistern that had been in the avian lair. Richard and Nicole both filled their flasks with the fresh, delicious water.

Outside the room there were no horizontal tunnels leading off in both directions, only another descending ramp dropping five more meters beneath the floor. Richard’s flashlight beam crawled slowly across the dark walls near the water room. “Look here, Nicole/’ he said, pointing at what was a very subtle variation in building material. “See, it arches around to the other side.”

She followed his beam as it inscribed a long circular arc on the wall. “It looks as if there were at least two phases of construction.”

“Exactly,” he replied. “Maybe there were horizontal tunnels here as well, at least in the beginning, and they were sealed off later.” Neither of them said anything else as they continued their descent. Back and forth went the identical ramps. Whenever Richard and Nicole touched a new landing, the next descending ramp was illuminated.

They were fifty meters underneath the surface when the ceilings above them opened up and the ramps terminated in a large cavern. The circular floor of the cave was about twenty-five meters in diameter. There were four dark tunnels, five meters in height and equally spaced at ninety degrees around the circle, that exited from the cavern.

“Eenie, Meenie, Mynie, Moe,” Richard said.

“I’ll take Moe,” Nicole said. She headed toward one of the tunnels. When she was within a few meters of the entrance, the lights in the near portion of the tunnel switched on.

This time it was Richard’s turn to be hesitant. He stared cautiously into the tunnel and made some quick entries into his computer. “Does it look to you as if this tunnel curves slightly to the right? See, there at the end of the lights?”

Nicole nodded. She looked over Richard’s shoulder to see what he was doing. “I’m making a map,” he said in response to her curiosity. “Theseus had string and Hansel and Gretel had bread. We have them both beat. Aren’t computers wonderful?”

She smiled. “So what’s your guess?” Nicole said while they were walking along in the near part of the tunnel. “Will it be a Minotaur or a gingerbread house with a wicked witch?”

We should be so lucky, Nicole thought. Her fear was increasing as they penetrated deeper and deeper into the tunnel. She recalled that awful mo­ment of terror in the pit when she had first seen the avian hovering over her with its beak and talons extending in her direction. An icy chill ran down her spine. There it is again, she said to herself, that feeling that something terrible is going to happen.

She stopped. “Richard,” she said, “1 don’t like this. We should turn back—”

They both heard the noise at the same time. It was definitely behind them, back in the vicinity of the circular cavern they had just left- It sounded like hard brushes dragging against metal.

Richard and Nicole huddled together. “That’s the same sound,” he whis­pered, “that I heard the first night in Rama, when we were at the walls of New York.”

The tunnel behind them curved slightly to the left. When they looked back in that direction, the lights were off at the limit of their vision. The second time they heard the sound, however, some lights came on in the far distance almost simultaneously, indicating something was near the entrance to their tunnel.

Nicole bolted. She must have covered the next two hundred meters in thirty seconds, despite her Bight suit and backpack. She stopped and waited for Richard. Neither of them heard the sound again and no new lights were illuminated in the distant reaches of the tunnel.

“I’m sorry,” Nicole said when Richard finally arrived. “I panicked. I think I’ve been in this alien wonderland too long.”

“Jesus,” Richard responded with a disapproving frown. ‘Ive never seen anybody run that fast.” His frown changed into a smile. “Don’t feel bad, Nikki,” he said. “I was scared shitless too. But I was frozen in place.”

Nicole continued taking deep breaths and stared at Richard. “What did you call me?” she asked, somewhat belligerently.

“Nikki,” he replied. “I thought it was time for me to have my own special name for you. Don’t you like it?”

Nicole was speechless for ten full seconds. Her mind was millions of kilometers and fifteen years away, in a hotel suite in Los Angeles, her body experiencing wave after wave of pleasure. “That was remarkable, Nikki, truly wonderful,” the prince had said several minutes later. She had told Henry on that night fifteen years before not to call her Nikki, that it sounded like a name for a buxom showgirl or a tart.

Richard was snapping his fingers in front of her face. “Hello, hello. Any­body home?”

Nicole smiled. “Sure, Richard,” she replied. “Nikki’s just fine—as long as you don’t use it all the time.”

They continued to walk slowly along the tunnel. “So where did you go back there?” Richard asked.

Somewhere I can never tell you about, Nicole mused- Because each of us is the sum of all we have ever experienced. Only the very young have a clean slate. The rest of us must live forever with everything we have ever been. She slid her arm through Richard’s. And must have the good sense to know when to keep it private.

The tunnel seemed endless. Richard and Nicole had almost decided to turn around when they came to a dark entryway off to their right. With no hesitation they both walked inside. The lights came on immediately. Inside the room, on the big wall to the left of them, were twenty-five flat rectangu­lar objects, arranged in five orderly rows with five columns each. The oppo­site wall was empty. Within seconds after their entrance, the two cosmo­nauts heard a high-frequency squeaky sound coming from the ceiling. They tensed briefly, but relaxed as the squeaking continued and there were no new surprises.

They held hands and walked to one end of the long narrow room. The objects on the wall were photographs, most of them recognizable as having been taken somewhere inside Rama. The great octahedron near the central plaza was featured in several of the photos. The remaining pictures were a balance between scenes of the buildings of New York and wide-angle shots of panoramas around the interior of Rama.