Rama 3 – The Garden of Rama by Clarke, Arthur C.

Although their apartment itself had no windows, the small atrium just off the entrance hall had an exterior window that offered a breathtaking view of the other two vertices of the Node. Nicole walked into the atrium, put on her space suit, and stood in front of the outer door. It did not open. She smiled to herself. Maybe Katie’s right. Maybe we are just prisoners here. It had been clear very early in their stay mat the outside door was locked intermittently; the Eagle had explained that it was “necessary” to keep them from seeing things they “couldn’t understand.”

Nicole gazed out the window. At that moment a shuttle vehicle, similar in shape to the one that had brought them to the Node thirteen months before, was approaching the Habitation Module transportation center. What land of wonderful creatures do you contain? Nicole thought. And are they as astounded as we were when we first arrived?

Nicole would never forget those first views of the Node. All of the family had thought, after they had left the way station, that they would reach their next destination within several hours. They had been wrong. Their separation from the illuminated Rama craft had grown slowly until after six hours they could no longer see Rama at all on their left. The lights of the way station behind them were becoming faint. They were all tired. Eventually the entire family had fallen asleep.

It had been Katie who had awakened them. “I see where we’re going,” she had shouted triumphantly, her excitement unrestrained. She had pointed out the front shuttle window, a little to the right, where one strong and growing light was dividing itself into three. For the next four hours the image of the Node grew and grew. From that distance it had been an awesome sight, an equilateral

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triangle with three glowing, transparent spheres at its vertices. And what a scale! Even their experience with Rama had not prepared them for the majesty of this incredible engineering creation. Each of the three sides, actually long transportation corridors connecting the three spherical modules, was over a hundred and fifty kilometers in length. The spheres at each vertex were twenty-five kilometers in diameter. Even from a great distance the humans could discern activity on many of the separate levels inside the modules.

“What is going to happen now?” Patrick had anxiously asked Nicole as the shuttle had altered its path and started heading toward one of the vertices of the triangle.

Nicole had picked Patrick up and held him in her arms. “I don’t know, darling,” she had said softly to her son. “We have to wait and see.”

Benjy had been completely awestruck. He had stared for hours at the great illuminated triangle in space. Simone had often stood beside him, holding his hand. While the shuttle was making its final approach to one of the spheres, she had felt his muscles tense. “Don’t worry, Benjy,” Simone had said reassuringly, “everything will be all right.”

Their shuttle had entered a narrow corridor cut into the sphere and then docked in a berth at the edge of the transportation center. The family had cautiously left the craft, carrying with them their bags and Richard’s computer. Then the shuttle had immediately departed, unnerving even the adults by its swift disappearance. Less than a minute later they heard the first disembodied voice.

“Welcome,” it had said in an unmodulated tone. “You have arrived at the Habitation Module. Proceed straight ahead and stand in front of the gray wall.”

“Where is that voice coming from?” Katie had asked. Her voice contained the fright they all were feeling.

“Everywhere,” Richard had answered. “It’s above us, around us, even below us.” They all scanned the walls and ceiling.

“But how does it know English?” Simone had inquired. “Are there other people here?”

Richard laughed nervously. “Unlikely,” he replied.

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“Probably this place has been in contact with Rama in some way and has a master language algorithm. I wonder—”

“Please move forward,” the voice had interrupted. “You are in a transportation complex. The vehicle that will take you to your section of the module is waiting on a lower level.”

It had taken them several minutes to reach the gray wail. The children had never been in unconfined weightlessness before. Katie and Patrick jumped off the platform and did flips and rolls in the air. Benjy, watching their fun, tried to copy their antics. Unfortunately, he was not able to figure out how to use the ceiling and walls to return to the platform. He was completely disoriented by the time Simone rescued him.

When the entire family and its baggage were properly positioned in front of the wall, a wide door opened and they entered a small room. Special tight-fitting suits, helmets, and slippers were neatly arranged on a bench. “The transportation center and most of the common areas here at the Node,” the voice said in its absolute monotone, “do not have an atmosphere that is suitable for your species. You will need to wear this clothing unless you are inside your apartment.”

When they were all dressed, a door on the opposite side of the room opened and they entered the main hall of the Habitation Module transportation center. The station was identical to the one they would later encounter at the Engineering Module. Nicole and her family descended two levels, as directed by the voice, and then proceeded around the circular periphery to where their “bus” was waiting. The closed vehicle was comfortable and well lit, but they were unable to see out during the hour and a half that it traveled through a maze of passageways. At length the bus halted and its top lifted off.

“Take the hall to your left,” another, similar voice had directed as soon as all eight of them were standing on the metallic floor. “The hall splits into two pathways after four hundred meters. Take the path to your right and stop in front of the third square marker on the left. That is the door to your apartment.”

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Patrick had sprinted off down one of the halls. “That i is the wrong hall,” the voice had announced without in-i flection. “Return to the dock and take the next hall on

your left.”

j . There was nothing for them to see on the walk from

the dock to their apartment. In the succeeding months,

: they would make the walk many times, either going to

the exercise room or, occasionally, for tests over in the

: Engineering Module, and they would still never see any-

1 thing except walls and ceilings and the square markers

I they would come to recognize as doors. The place was

i obviously carefully monitored. Nicole and Richard both

felt certain, from the very beginning, that some, perhaps

; . many, of the apartments in their area were occupied by

someone or something, but they never ever saw any of

the Others in the corridors.

‘: After finding and entering the specified door to their

jv> apartment, Nicole and her family removed their special

j? clothing in the atrium and stored it in the cabinets created

j | for that purpose. The children took turns looking out the

\ window at the other two spherical modules while they

^ waited for the inner door to open. A few minutes later

I they saw the interior of their new home for the very first , * time.

II They were all overwhelmed. Compared to the relatively I primitive conditions in which they had been living in I Rama, the family’s apartment at the Node was paradise. i Each of the children had his or her own room. Michael

> ^ had a suite for himself at one end of the unit; Richard and »• Nicole’s master bedroom, complete even with a king-sized

IV bed, was at the opposite end of the apartment, just off the I entrance hall. There were four bathrooms altogether, plus

i f a kitchen, a dining room, and even a playroom for the :: children. The furniture in each room was surprisingly ap-| propriate and tastefully designed. The apartment contained •; over four hundred square meters of living space.

Even the adults were stunned. “How in the world could

they have done this?” Nicole had asked Richard that first

night, out of earshot of the overjoyed children.

: Richard had cast a bewildered glance around them. “I

;| can only surmise,” he had replied, “that somehow all our

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actions in Rama were monitored and telemetered here to the Node. They must also have had access to our data bases and extracted the way we live from that set of information.” Richard grinned. “And of course, even way out here, if they have sensitive receivers, they could be picking up television signals from Earth. Isn’t it embarrassing to think that we are represented by such—”