Another story?
Lidi told about the little desert wolf who lost his wife and went to the land of the dead for her, and found her there dancing
with the dead, and nearly brought her back to the land of the living, but spoiled it by trying to touch her before they got
all the way back to life, and she vanished, and he could never find the way back to the place where the dead danced, no matter
how he looked, and howled, and cried….
Another story!
Shan told about the boy who sprouted a feather every time he told a lie, until his commune had to use him for a duster.
Another!
Gveter told about the winged people called gluns,
who were so stupid that they died out because they kept hitting each other head-on in midair. “They weren’t real,” he added
conscientiously. “Only a story.”
Another—No. Bedtime now.
Rig and Asten went round as usual for a good-night hug, and this time Betton followed them. When he came to Tai he did not
stop, for she did not like to be touched; but she put out her hand, drew the child to her, and kissed his cheek. He fled in
joy.
“Stories,” said Sweet Today. “Ours begins tomorrow, eh?”
A chain of command is easy to describe; a network of response isn’t. To those who live by mutual empowerment, “thick” description,
complex and open-ended, is normal and comprehensible, but to those whose only model is hierarchic control, such description
seems a muddle, a mess, along with what it describes. Who’s in charge here? Get rid of all these petty details. How many cooks
spoil a soup? Let’s get this perfectly clear now. Take me to your leader!
The old navigator was at the NAFAL console, of course, and Gveter at the paltry churten console; Oreth was wired into the
AI; Tai, Shan, and Karth were their respective Support, and what Sweet Today did might be called supervising or overseeing
if that didn’t suggest a hierarchic function. Interseeing, maybe, or subvising. Rig and Asten always naffled (to use Rig’s
word) in the ship’s library, where, during the boring and disorienting experience of travel at near lightspeed, Asten could
try to look at pictures or listen to a music tape, and Rig could curl up on and under a certain furry blanket and go to sleep.
Betton’s crew function during flight was Elder Sib; he stayed with the little ones, provided himself with a barf bag since
he was one of those whom NAFAL flight made queasy, and focused the intervid on Lidi and Gveter so he could watch what they
did.
So they all knew what they were doing, as regards NAFAL flight. As regards the churten process, they knew that it was supposed
to effectuate their transilience to a solar system seventeen light-years from Ve Port without temporal interval; but nobody,
anywhere, knew what they were doing.
So Lidi looked around, like the violinist who raises her bow to poise the chamber group for the first chord, a flicker of
eye contact, and sent the
Shoby
into NAFAL mode, as Gveter, like the cellist whose bow comes down in that same instant to ground the chord, sent the
Shoby
into churten mode. They entered unduration. They churtened. No long, as the ansible had said.
“What’s wrong?” Shan whispered.
“By damn!” said Gveter.
“What?” said Lidi, blinking and shaking her head.
“That’s it,” Tai said, flicking readouts.
“That’s not A-sixty-whatsit,” Lidi said, still blinking.
Sweet Today was gestalting them, all ten at once, the seven on the bridge and by intervid the three in the library. Betton
had cleared a window, and the children were looking out at the murky, brownish convexity that filled half of it. Rig was holding
a dirty, furry blanket. Karth was taking the electrodes off Oreth’s temples, disengaging the AI link. “There was no interval,”
Oreth said.
“We aren’t anywhere,” Lidi said.
“There was no interval,” Gveter repeated, scowling at the console. “That’s right.”
“Nothing happened,” Karth said, skimming through the AI flight report.
Oreth got up, went to the window, and stood motionless looking out.
“That’s it. M-60-340-nolo,” Tai said.
All their words fell dead, had a false sound.
“Well! We did it, Shobies!” said Shan.
Nobody answered.
“Buzz Ve Port on the ansible,” Shan said with determined jollity. “Tell ‘em we’re all here in one piece.”
“All where?” Oreth asked.
“Yes, of course,” Sweet Today said, but did nothing.
“Right,” said Tai, going to the ship’s ansible. She opened the field, centered to Ve, and sent a signal. Ships’ ansibles worked
only in the visual mode; she waited, watching the screen. She resignaled. They were all watching the screen.
“Nothing going through,” she said.
Nobody told her to check the centering coordinates; in a network system nobody gets to dump their anxieties that easily. She
checked the coordinates. She signaled; rechecked, reset, resignaled; opened the field and centered to Abbenay on Anarres and
signaled. The ansible screen was blank.
“Check the—” Shan said, and stopped himself.
“The ansible is not functioning,” Tai reported formally to her crew.
“Do you find malfunction?” Sweet Today asked.
“No. Nonfunction.”
“We’re going back now,” said Lidi, still seated at the NAFAL console.
Her words, her tone, shook them, shook them apart.
“No, we’re not!” Betton said on the intervid while Oreth said, “Back where?”
Tai, Lidi’s Support, moved towards her as if to prevent her from activating the NAFAL drive, but then hastily moved back to
the ansible to prevent Gveter from getting access to it. He stopped, taken aback, and said, “Perhaps the churten affected
ansible function?”
“
I
’m checking it out,” Tai said. “Why should it? Robot-operated ansible transmission functioned in all the test flights.”
“Where are the AI reports?” Shan demanded.
“I told you, there are none,” Karth answered sharply.
“Oreth was plugged in.”
Oreth, still at the window, spoke without turning. “Nothing happened.”
Sweet Today came over beside the Gethenian. Oreth
looked at her and said, slowly, “Yes. Sweet Today. We cannot… do this. I think. I can’t think.”
Shan had cleared a second window, and stood looking out it. “Ugly,” he said.
“What is?” said Lidi.
Gveter said, as if reading from the Ekumenical Atlas, “Thick, stable atmosphere, near the bottom of the temperature window
for life. Micro-organisms. Bacterial clouds, bacterial reefs.”
“Germ stew,” Shan said. “Lovely place to send us.”
“So that if we arrived as a neutron bomb or a black hole event we’d only take bacteria with us,” Tai said. “But we didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?” said Lidi.
“Didn’t arrive?” Karth asked.
“Hey,” Betton said, “is everybody going to stay on the bridge?”
“I want to come there,” said Rig’s little pipe, and then Asten’s voice, clear but shaky, “Maba, I’d like to go back to Liden
now.”
“Come on,” Karth said, and went to meet the children. Oreth did not turn from the window, even when Asten came close and took
Oreth’s hand.
“What are you looking at, Maba?”
“The planet, Asten.”
“What planet?”
Oreth looked at the child then.
“There isn’t anything,” Asten said.
“That brown color—that’s the surface, the atmosphere of a planet.”
“There isn’t any brown color. There isn’t
anything.
I want to go back to Liden. You said we could when we were done with the test.”
Oreth looked around, at last, at the others.
“Perception variation,” Gveter said.
“I think,” Tai said, “that we must establish that we are—that we got here—and then get here.”
“You mean, go back,” Betton said.
“The readings are perfectly clear,” Lidi said, holding
on to the rim of her seat with both hands and speaking very distinctly. “Every coordinate in order. That’s M-60-Etcetera down
there. What more do you want? Bacteria samples?”
“Yes,” Tai said. “Instrument function’s been affected, so we can’t rely on instrumental records.”
“Oh, shitsake!” said Lidi. “What a farce! All right. Suit up, go down, get some goo, and then let’s get out. Go home. By NAFAL.”
“By NAFAL?” Shan and Tai echoed, and Gveter said, “But we would spend seventeen years, Ve time, and no ansible to explain
why.”
“Why, Lidi?” Sweet Today asked.
Lidi stared at the Hainishwoman. “You want to churten again?” she demanded, raucous. She looked round at them all. “Are you
people made of stone?” Her face was ashy, crumpled, shrunken. “It doesn’t bother you, seeing through the walls?”
No one spoke, until Shan said cautiously, “How do you mean?”
“I can see the stars through the walls!” She stared round at them again, pointing at the carpet with its woven constellations.
“You can’t?” When no one answered, her jaw trembled in a little spasm, and she said, “All right. All right. I’m off duty.
Sorry. Be in my room.” She stood up. “Maybe you should lock me in,” she said.
“Nonsense,” said Sweet Today.
“If I fall through …” Lidi began, and did not finish. She walked to the door, stiffly and cautiously, as if through a thick
fog. She said something they did not understand, “Cause,” or perhaps, “Gauze.”
Sweet Today followed her.
“I can see the stars too!” Rig announced.
“Hush,” Karth said, putting an arm around the child.
“I can! I can see all the stars everywhere. And I can see Ve Port. And I can see anything I want!”
“Yes, of course, but hush now,” the mother murmured, at which the child pulled free, stamped, and
shrilled, “I can! I can too! I can see
everything!
And Asten can’t! And there
is
a planet, there is too! No, don’t hold me! Don’t! Let me go!”
Grim, Karth carried the screaming child off to their quarters. Asten turned around to yell after Rig, “There is
not
any planet! You’re just making it up!”
Grim, Oreth said, “Go to our room, please, Asten.”
Asten burst into tears and obeyed. Oreth, with a glance of apology to the others, followed the short, weeping figure across
the bridge and out into the corridor.
The four remaining on the bridge stood silent.
“Canaries,” Shan said.
“Khallucinations?” Gveter proposed, subdued. “An effect of the churten on extrasensitive organisms— maybe?”
Tai nodded.
“Then is the ansible not functioning, or are we hallucinating nonfunction?” Shan asked after a pause.
Gveter went to the ansible; this time Tai walked away from it, leaving it to him. “I want to go down,” she said.
“No reason not to, I suppose,” Shan said unenthusiastically.
“Khwat reason to?” Gveter asked over his shoulder.
“It’s what we’re here for, isn’t it? It’s what we volunteered to do, isn’t it? To test instantaneous—transilience—prove that
it worked, that we are here! With the ansible out, it’ll be seventeen years before Ve gets our radio signal!”
“We can just churten back to Ve and
tell
them,” Shan said. “If we did that now, we’d have been … here … about eight minutes.”
“Tell them—tell them what? What kind of evidence is that?”
“Anecdotal,” said Sweet Today, who had come back quietly to the bridge; she moved like a big sailing ship, imposingly silent.
“Is Lidi all right?” Shan asked.
“No,” Sweet Today answered. She sat down where Lidi had sat, at the NAFAL console.
“I ask a consensus about going down onplanet,” Tai said.
“I’ll ask the others,” Gveter said, and went out, returning presently with Karth. “Go down, if you want,” the Gethenian said.
“Oreth’s staying with the children for a bit. They are—We are extremely disoriented.”
“I will come down,” Gveter said.
“Can I come?” Betton asked, almost in a whisper, not raising his eyes to any adult face.
“No,” Tai said, as Gveter said, “Yes.”
Betton looked at his mother, one quick glance.
“Khwy not?” Gveter asked her.
“We don’t know the risks.”
“The planet was surveyed.”
“By robot ships—”
“We’ll wear suits.” Gveter was honestly puzzled.
“I don’t want the responsibility,” Tai said through her teeth.
“Khwy is it yours?” Gveter asked, more puzzled still. “We all share it; Betton is crew. I don’t understand.”
“I know you don’t understand,” Tai said, turned her back on them both, and went out. The man and the boy stood staring, Gveter
after Tai, Betton at the carpet.
“I’m sorry,” Betton said.
“Not to be,” Gveter told him.
“What is … what is going on?” Shan asked in an overcontrolled voice. “Why are we—We keep crossing, we keep—coming and going—”
“Confusion due to the churten experience,” Gveter said.
Sweet Today turned from the console. “I have sent a distress signal,” she said. “I am unable to operate the NAFAL system.
The radio—” She cleared her throat. “Radio function seems erratic.”
There was a pause.
“This is not happening,” Shan said, or Oreth said, but Oreth had stayed with the children in another part
of the ship, so it could not have been Oreth who said, “This is not happening,” it must have been Shan.
A chain of cause and effect is an easy thing to describe; a cessation of cause and effect is not. To those who live in time,
sequency is the norm, the only model, and simultaneity seems a muddle, a mess, a hopeless confusion, and the description of
that confusion hopelessly confusing. As the members of the crew network no longer perceived the network steadily and were
unable to communicate their perceptions, an individual perception is the only clue to follow through the labyrinth of their
dislocation. Gveter perceived himself as being on the bridge with Shan, Sweet Today, Betton, Karth, and Tai. He perceived
himself as methodically checking out the ship’s systems. The NAFAL he found dead, the radio functioning in erratic bursts,
the internal electrical and mechanical systems of the ship all in order. He sent out a lander unmanned and brought it back,
and perceived it as functioning normally. He perceived himself discussing with Tai her determination to go down onplanet.
Since he admitted his unwillingness to trust any instrumental reading on the ship, he had to admit her point that only material
evidence would show that they had actually arrived at their destination, M-60-340-nolo. If they were going to have to spend
the next seventeen years traveling back to Ve in real time, it would be nice to have something to show for it, even if only
a handful of slime.