Phase Three
THE KWANGO SCENARIO
Conrad and Khelad watched the screens carefully while the light remained; but there was no further sign of the ape-like creature. If indeed it existed. Perhaps Khelad’s suspiciously brief sighting was itself a diversionary tactic.
The robot Mark was ordered to set up a rotating searchlight, while Luke took over on the nav deck for the long and monotonous night watch.
Conrad gave him precise instructions. “You will monitor all four screens. If any animal life-forms are revealed by the search-light you will simultaneously lock the light on target and record the sequence on videotape. If any such life-form is significantly large—defined as being at least one metre in height or one metre in length—you will signal my cabin. If any such life-form is observed in significant numbers—defined as any number greater than ten—you will signal general alarm. If Ahmed Khelad, Ruth Zonis or Lisa Uhlmann come to the navigation deck not escorted by me, or Lieutenant Smith or Kurt Kwango, you will also signal general alarm and you will restrain the intruder without injury until I arrive.”
“Decisions noted, Commander. Execution proceeds.”
That evening after dinner, Conrad asked Kwango to come to his cabin.
“Well, Kurt, give me the news… Would you like a drink?”
“It’s real kind of de Massa Boss to drink wid dis pore black sinner. I sure could use a drop of de white ladies’ ruin.”
Conrad sighed. “Kurt, you really press your luck with this Uncle Tom stuff. One of these days, before I have time to realise I’m losing a good ecologist, I’ll spread your brains all over the bulkhead.”
Kwango took his drink and was instantly apologetic. “Sorry, Commander. It’s stupid and I’m trying to kick it… High I.Q., low sense of humour… Compensation, or something like that.”
“It figures,” said Conrad. He took a swig of his own whiskey. “Now get sensible.”
“The news is nothing but good. Zonis and Uhlmann have worked themselves into the deck analysing the samples. They have given me a lot of useful data; and, of course, when we are allowed outside, I’ll have a lot more. Do you want to go through the data with me, or should I just boil it down.”
“Boil it down. It’s been a tiring day.”
“O.K., Boss. It looks as though the biosphere of Tantalus is a natural paradise. The air is slightly richer in oxygen, and there is not the slightest trace of the Earth-type pollutants. Nobody has been fucking this planet about —and that’s for sure. The soil samples are a farmer’s dream—black prairie soil, rich in organic matter, non-saline, highly productive. We should be able to plough it up, toss in Earth seeds and jump back quickly so we won’t get hit when the crop shoots up.” Kwango gave a grim smile. “Be a long time before even greedy Earth men can turn this place into a dust-bowl. To sum up, it’s as near as dammit like the temperate and semi-tropical regions of Earth about a hundred thousand years before some fool Terran discovered the use of fire.”
“In short, the jackpot?”
“In short, the jackpot.”
“Except, perhaps, for the rings.”
“Except, perhaps, for the rings,” agreed Kwango. “But I’m not worrying too much. I have my theories about those rings… We had it rough on Kratos, Commander, but we licked the death worms.”
Conrad gave a faint smile. “What you really meant to say was that you licked the death worms.”
“With some slight assistance,” said Kwango generously.
“Your kami-kaze attack on the queen provided some useful data.”
Conrad ignored the provocation. “Tell me the Kwango explanation of the riddle of the rings.”
Kwango looked pained. “Boss, it’s only a first scenario. I don’t like to commit myself until I have some more data.”
“Commit yourself, Kurt. That is an order.”
Kwango sighed. “You are a hard man to work fo*, Commander.”
“I know. Spill.”
“Well, they are not the work of intelligent indigenes.”
“Why not?”
“Because there ain’t no intelligent indigenes. Or if there were, they have all gone under the hill.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Orbital survey. No trace of nuclear power, no radio signals, no sign of electric power, no internal combustion engines, not even a puff of smoke from de ole steam engine. So, given the facts that we have one large moth-eaten derelict space vessel in eccentric orbit and that we also have a mute enigmatic ring system on Tantalus, the first Kwango scenario goes as follows: the space vessel brought an alien and intelligent life-form to Tantalus— probably for reasons similar to ours.
“Surprise, surprise! They found somebody had got here before them. The rings have to have a function. If they were the work of indigenes, there would probably be other systems all over the planet. So they were built by exploration group one for some as yet unknown reason.”
“If they
were
built by natives,” said Conrad, “they wouldn’t necessarily have to be all over the planet. Take Earth. There’s only one set of pyramids.”
“Yes,” countered Kwango, “but there are other types of monument to human stupidity. Here on Tantalus, there is nothing but the ring system… So the first Kwango scenario maintains that group one didn’t give the big hello when group two arrived. Chances are, they blasted the starship before any of its crew could drop dirtside. What we have we hold, and all that crap. Not very nice people.”
“So where are the descendants of group one?” demanded Conrad.
“I don’t know, Boss,” said Kwango weakly. “Maybe the star-ship took them out while it was getting hammered… I need more data.”
“You also need your head examined. The odds against two groups from different parts of the galaxy, presumably, hitting on this particular planet at the same time are greater than the odds against a monkey being able to pound out the U.N. Charter by randomly hitting typewriter keys.”
”
We
got to Tantalus,” Kwango pointed out.
Before Conrad could reply, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.”
It was Lieutenant Smith.
“I thought you were supervising the others,” said Conrad somewhat coldly.
“I don’t need to any more. It’s late and I doped their drinks.” She smiled. “They will have a very good night’s sleep.”
“I hope they won’t be bloody sleepy in the morning.”
“No problem. Pep shots in the coffee… Talking of drinks…”
“Help yourself,” said Conrad.
Indira got her drink and sipped it gratefully. It was nice to be able to drink out of a glass once more instead of squeezing the fluid into your mouth from one of those dreadful bulbs.
“How is Pushkin?”
“Fit and well. I’ll give him a thorough check-over tomorrow.”
“Did he utter anything of interest?”
“He did. When he was just coming out of S.A. he said: Tell them I’ll do it. Tell them I want to do it.’ Then he passed out. Later, after I had given him basic orientation he asked: ‘Who betrayed me?’ I asked him what there was to betray. After that he laughed and said: ‘Do you think I am entirely stupid.’ Then he passed out again. I gave him a shot of adrenalin because his heartbeat was not so good. When he came back to consciousness, he was perfectly rational. He knew who he was, he knew who I was, and he knew why we were on Tantalus. He did not seem to be aware of his previous utterances. I judged it wise not to remind him… He has had his first meal—a huge one— and is now sleeping like a baby. He will be fit for light duties tomorrow and normal duty in a couple of days.”
There was a brief silence, then Kwango said: “This boy Alexei begins to sound interesting.”
Conrad turned to Indira. “What is your opinion?”
She shrugged. “People say strange things when they come out of S.A… It could relate to this situation, or it could relate to the murder of his wife, or some other situation we don’t know about.”
Conrad yawned. “I’ll talk to him alone tomorrow. There are a lot of bloody things to do tomorrow. I’m going to get the chopper out and take a look at the rings. You, Kurt, will take the hover car and explore within a radius of ten kilometres, keeping your eyes open for Khelad’s apelike creature. And you, Indira, will have the hardest task. I want you to stay here and keep an eye on the four. You can let them out two at a time, accompanied by robots. I think Zonis and Uhlmann should be the first out. Let them go and get more samples. If you want to keep Pushkin occupied, let him inspect the exo-skeletons. If you can spare a robot, Pushkin might begin assembling two or three. I have no doubt we shall need to use them pretty soon… Yes, tomorrow is going to be a very full day.”
“What about Khelad?” asked Indira.
“Ah, yes, Khelad. Keep him monitoring the screen as long as seems reasonable. He is a very intriguing fellow, is our Ahmed. He is trying very hard to be liked.”
“Do you think he really saw that creature?” asked Kwango.
“No way of knowing. Ahmed is a clever lad with a fine sense of timing.”
Kwango finished his second drink. “Boss, you make a mistake. You told our new friends that the robots had been reprogrammed for homicide, if necessary. You know it can’t be done, I know it can’t be done. Pretty soon they are going to catch on.”
“So they are,” said Conrad tranquilly. “They were given the basic course in robotics before they joined us.”
“Then why the hell did you make the statement?” said Indira. “The saboteur—if there is one—is going to think you are pretty damn stupid.”
“Harsh words,” said Conrad. He swirled his whiskey round in the glass and sniffed at it appreciatively. “If somebody wants to have a go at us, the robots will kill without hesitation. Matthew has override circuits. I have explained the situation to him. I have told him that, in a crisis situation, the life-function can be interrupted—just as, for example, it is interrupted in S.A. The robot concerned should strike at the heart and on no account must there be any brain damage. Matthew knows that we have bio-hearts and electro-mechanical hearts in store. I assured him that interruption of function would only be temporary… It is the old double-bluff with variation on a theme.”
“I still don’t like it,” said Indira.
“Lieutenant, I did not ask you to like it,” snapped Conrad. “Long ago, I learned that if you wish to survive, you fight fire with fire. Now let’s all get some sleep.”
Phase Four
HEADS YOU WIN, TAILS YOU LOSE
Conrad was up before daybreak. Automatically, he checked the security of the
Santa Maria
. John, Peter and Paul were at their guard posts in the sensitive areas. They had received no visitors. The night had passed without incident.
On the nav deck, Matthew stared impassively at the screens.
“Anything to report, Matthew?” It was a stupid question. The robot had his instructions. He would have called Conrad if there had been anything.
“Nothing of significance, sir. A number of small creatures resembling the terrestrial bat appeared at dusk and again just before daybreak. Their numbers were not at any time critical.”
“Good. Have Peter bring me coffee and a bacon sandwich. I’ll take it here.”
“Decision noted, sir. Execution proceeds. Request precise definition of terms, also quantity required.”
“Dammit, Matthew! You know how I take my coffee and bacon.”
“Previous data has been variable, Commander. Of the two hundred and ninety-three times you required coffee on Kratos, on one hundred and seventy-three occasions you ordered—”
“Cancel statement,” said Conrad wearily. “You are a bloody ass—no, cancel that statement also… Definition follows: coffee, one half litre, hot, strong, black, sweet. Bacon, smoked, two twenty-five centimetre rashers grilled, crisp. Bread, slices, one, white. Definition adequate?”
“Definition adequate,” said Matthew with just a hint of robotic humour. “Delivery time estimated at six point five minutes S.E.T. plus or minus three percent from now.”
“I will take it over here,” said Conrad. “I’ll watch the screens while I am having my breakfast. I want the chopper and hovercar out of the hold and lowered dirtside. They will be used about two hours from now. During that time you and such of your merry band—Mark and Luke, I think—as are not on security duty will check engines, fuel, controls, every vital component. Execute!”
“Decisions noted, sir. Execution proceeds. Is the Commander aware that such inspections were carried out in Earth orbit and also in Tantalus orbit?”
“The Commander is aware,” retorted Conrad, “and intends to stay that way. Call Lieutenant Smith to the nav deck at her earliest convenience. Do not designate emergency.”
“Decision noted. Execution proceeds.”
Somehow, Matthew contrived to leave the nav deck with heavy robotic dignity.
Lieutenant Smith arrived before the coffee and the bacon sandwich. She looked a little dishevelled and sleepy still. The white hair was straggly but strangely attractive. She had fine features, thought Conrad, as if seeing her again for the first time. He remembered those idyllic days at Applecross in the North West Highlands of Scotland. Her light brown skin was beautiful, and the fact that she had tin legs didn’t matter a damn. He remembered that the real limbs had been cut off by a bunch of crazy South
American thugs who called themselves freedom fighters. They had cut her legs off after they had raped her and compelled her lover to watch. Then they had gouged his eyes out. Conrad hoped desperately that she did not have nightmares any more. He suspected she did. What had happened to her would be burned into her brain for ever.
His own prosthetic arm twitched, and he scratched his silver eye patch nervously. Damn! That was a stupid habit. He really must learn to control it.
“You sent for me, sir.” Her voice was cold.
“I did, Lieutenant.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her. At first she struggled. Then she stopped struggling. It wasn’t possible to break the hold of a prosthetic arm.
“I could bring up my tin knee and knock your manhood into your throat,” she gasped.
Conrad smiled and stroked her hair. “You could, but you won’t.” Her body had already told him. “This is the only way I know how of saying I’m sorry for being a bastard.”
“James, you really are a bastard.”
“Yes. I know. Forgive me. I do the best I can… Shall I enter in the log: This day Commander James Conrad improperly held his Second-in-Command without her consent?”
Indira kissed him and clung to him. “No. Write that Commander James Conrad. D.S.S.C. and bar, Grand Cross of Gagarin, briefly remembered Applecross.”
Peter brought the coffee and the bacon sandwich. They heard him enter while they were enjoying the playback— and sprang apart guiltily. Then they looked at each other and laughed.
“One half litre of coffee and one bacon sandwich, as requested, Commander. Have the specifications been met?”
Conrad inspected the coffee and the bacon. He seemed almost disappointed that he could find no fault. “The specifications have been met.” He turned to Indira. “Would you like some?”
“Bacon sandwich?” she shuddered. “James, you are a vandal.”
“A bastard vandal,” he corrected, grinning.
She turned to Peter. “Bring me- a beaker with two centimetres depth of cream in it.”
“Decision noted. Execution proceeds.”
When the robot had gone, Conrad said: “Indira, my love, you had better go back to being Lieutenant Smith.”
“Yes, sir.” She smiled. “But it was nice to know that the good Commander has not erased his memory bank.”
“I have been thinking about what I planned last night. It seems a lot to ask you to nurse our suspects while Kwango and I sally forth. Would you like to take the hovercar? Kurt can manage things here.”
She shook her head. “Stop thinking of me as a woman. I’m your Number One. Kurt is better equipped for the survey. He knows what to look for and how to relate the evidence he finds. Don’t worry. I have Matthew and company to back me up.”
They were both watching the screens. And they both got a good look at the ape-like creature that Khelad had seen. Only this time there were several. At a pre-arranged signal, evidently, they rose up out of the grass and tossed small objects with their prehensile tails.
The muffled explosions shook the
Santa Maria
. Screen One went dead, screens Two, Three and Four went dead.
“Christ!” said Conrad. “They have knocked out the vid cameras!”
He hit the emergency button.