Between the Strokes of Night

“You’ve got people at your end smarter than anyone here, so you’re probably way ahead of me and know what we’ve been trying to do here for the past few years. Stars all over the local spiral arm have been changing stellar type for millions of years, we know that from the records we’ve picked up from the Kermel Objects. When we were at Gulf City no one could ever spot any kind of pattern that would let us predict which particular stars were likely to change next. We’ve done no better here. But we decided we have been proposing the wrong question. Rather than asking which star is likely to be the next to change, we should ask which star was the first to change. Just the way the karnoos ought to seek our first settlement on Kallen’s World.

“Well” — Peron glanced first at Elissa, and then at Wolfgang for encouragement — “we tried. We took every scrap of data that had come in from the Kermel Objects, and we analyzed it every way we know how. We hoped we’d be able to send you stellar coordinates for the first changed star and ask you to go there and take a look. Obviously, it would mean a long trip in S-space, maybe even need the use of T-state or cold sleep. But it turned out to mean neither one, because we failed. Either the data just aren’t there, or we don’t know the right way to process it. So now you can see why we are calling. We’ll keep on trying here, but we’re passing the buck. Maybe the Kermel Object data that’s needed won’t come in for another ten thousand years, or maybe it arrived since we left. Either way, we know we won’t live long enough, ourselves, to see the end of this.” “But no regrets,” Elissa added. “We were here for the beginning, and that should be enough for anyone.”

The three-year-old was tugging urgently at her hand, and she made a wry face. “We have to go now, or at least I do. Some things won’t wait. I’ll talk to you again — from your point of view, it will probably be before you’ve eaten your next meal.”

She turned and hurried away toward one of the buildings.

“That just about says it all. We work our butts off for a whole year, while you’re eating dinner.” Peron’s grin took any bite away from the remark. “Sy, if you’re listening, you always said you were interested in long-range projects. This one should be enough even for you. We don’t know where the stellar changes started, but the average distance of stellarformed stars from Gulf City is eighteen hundred light-years. Goodbye, and good luck.”

The others in the image nodded, and the display faded.

* * *

The years had made little difference, and Judith Niles had lost none of her impatience. As Peron and the others vanished slowly from the display, she turned to her companions.

“That was clear enough. Conclusions?”

Sy said, “First conclusion is one I’ve suspected for a while. People aren’t as smart in S-space.”

As the others bristled, he went on, “Oh, it’s not a big difference, and it won’t affect the average person. I doubt if you could measure a change in memory or logical ability. What goes is a tiny creative edge.”

Judith Niles was frowning. “You have no evidence at all for that statement.” “Only the evidence that the first new idea for what to do about the stellarforming didn’t come from here. It came from a group working in N-space. I’ll admit that Peron and Elissa are far from being your average person, but I’ll not agree they’re brighter than we are.” Sy shrugged. “Anyway, I didn’t want to start an argument. I’ll give you another conclusion, and this one we can back up from our own analysis of distant galaxies. Red dwarf stars occur naturally, and they are fairly common. So the idea of looking for a ‘first red dwarf’ in our local galactic arm is hopeless.”

Libby Trask, who had found her way to Gulf City not long before Sy and his friends, said, “Isn’t that exactly what their message was proposing?” “Not quite. They are telling us we have to identify the first star that changed — changed in a rather short period of time, say a few thousand years — from some other spectral type into a red dwarf. If we can find that one, we’ll know where the stellarforming started. Then it’s a good working assumption that whatever did it was and is still near that star.”

“And we are supposed to discover that star — how?” Judith Niles had called the meeting, but Charlene sensed that she was no longer running it. Somehow Sy had taken over.

“I don’t know, but if Peron and Elissa say they’ve combed the existing data base received from Kermel Objects, I believe them. That’s the bad news. The good news is that new data are received here all the time, and we never know until it arrives and we’ve analyzed the geometry of stellar positions whether it portrays this galaxy as it was last week, or ten million years ago.” He turned to Emil Garville. “You have the most experience time-ordering the Kermel Object image data. What do you think?”