Between the Strokes of Night

Elissa heard Peron grunt, at the same moment as she felt her own rush of recognition. There could be no mistaking that strained, husky voice and precise diction.

“It’s Kallen!” said Peron. “My God, Sy, that’s Kallen.”

“Yes, quite right,” said the face on the screen, exactly as though he could somehow hear the comments in the conference room. He grinned again. “This is Kallen, the one and only. Long time no see. But now get ready for a bigger shock.”

The camera field of view slowly panned across from him to a large photograph, then zoomed in to take a close-up of a group of eight people. In the foreground, sitting cross-legged on cushions, were two teenage girls. Behind them, on a bench, were two men and two women in early middle age. An elderly couple stood at the back in the center of the picture. The old man was white-haired and stooped, with heavy shoulders and a substantial paunch. The woman, also white-haired, was thin and wiry. Everyone was smiling.

“More greetings,” said Kallen’s thin voice. “And also a farewell. From Lum and Rosanne, their children, and their oldest grandchildren. There are four little ones, not in the picture. They are all still living on Paradise at the time I send you this message. When you receive it, they expect to be long dead.” He shrugged. “Sorry, friends, I know we told you that we’d follow you to Earth in a few S-days. As you can see, it didn’t quite work out that way.

“I expect that this will take a while to reach you. I know you’re not on Earth, even though this message will be routed that way. But I’ve heard more than you might think about what you’ve been doing. Sy will tell you that nothing in the universe can travel faster than light, but let me tell him that doesn’t apply to rumors. There are great rumors about you three, and what you did to Sol’s data bases and computer network — I wish I’d been there to help cheat the system. Don’t give up on me, though. I expect that I’ll see the three of you eventually. “Rosanne and Lum asked me to give you their love, and to tell you not to grieve on their behalf. I pass that message, and agree with the sentiment.” Kallen smiled. “I suspect that you are feeling horrified with the way that Lum and Rosanne look in this picture, and probably horrified also with the way that I look. But don’t make the mistake of feeling sorry for them, or for me. Their lives have been the most rewarding of anyone I know. They lived happy, and they are happy now. And if you think of us as old people, remember that we think of you as children. Smart children, sure, and we love you like our own sons and daughters; but still children. Don’t confuse calendar time and experience. While two or three hundred Pentecost years flash by in a month of S-space, you don’t get the knowledge of life that comes with that many years of living. You all have a lot of real living to do.

“I promised Lum and Rosanne that I would tell you what happened here. I’m back in S-space, in orbit around Paradise. I’ve been here for twenty-five Earth years. But I couldn’t persuade them to join me. Sy, do you remember the arguments we had, after Planetfest was over, on the strongest force in the universe? Well, I can tell you now, it’s not gravitation, or the force governing hadronic interactions. It’s a force unique to living organisms. When Lum and Rosanne went down to Paradise, it was a frightening world, where all the humans had died. They wanted to stay there long enough to study the problem thoroughly. And after a few months, Rosanne became pregnant. They wanted the baby, but they knew they couldn’t raise a child in S-space. And the idea of leaving their children was unthinkable to them. They stayed, to raise the family. That’s the strongest force. After a while I joined them, down on the surface. I was there when each of the children was born.

“We were trying to find out what had killed off the previous colony on Paradise, and we had the best possible incentive. Unless we found an answer, we could go the same way, along with the children.

“I won’t bore you with details. It took nearly thirty years, and we felt like giving up a dozen times. But we found the answer. Paradise has a benign protozoan parasitic life form, part of the intestinal flora and fauna that help the animals there to digest cellulose. It usually stays in the alimentary canal, but a few organisms make their way into the blood stream. No problem. The animals remain healthy, and don’t even know the bugs are there. The colonists found that the organisms were inside them soon after they arrived, but all the tests showed that they were just as harmless to humans as they were to the native animals. Paradise has a wonderful climate, and fertile soils. The human colony was doing fine, thriving and growing. Then one day they decided it would be less effort to import food synthesizers, and make most of their food rather than growing it.