Between the Strokes of Night

“Yes.” Eva Packland spoke diffidently. “One of the free-space colonies is building special instruments to observe the universe at the greatest distances and earliest times. There’s a message in the files, posted recently, saying they could use a few well-qualified researchers. Libby and Gretchen and I already sent a message back to them, saying we’ll soon be on our way. They need to know what we were told about the logic the beings we encountered presented in favor of stellarforming. The colony we’re going to is five hundred and sixty light-years from here, but they’re doing all their work in S-space. In terms of S-time we’ll be with them pretty quickly, so they’ll still be able to use our help when we get there.”

There was a silence, then Gus Eldridge said, “Well, that makes me feel a good deal better. I thought we were going a long way, Chang and Rolf and me, but you make us look like stay-at-homes. We plan to head for Tellus Prime, where the focus is on the Pipistrelles and the Gossameres. We figure that the records the Argo made when we were marooned near Urstar might come in useful. We don’t understand what we saw, but maybe the people on Tellus will have ideas.” He glanced across at Eva. “Tellus is only ninety-seven light-years, hardly like travelling at all after what we’ve been through getting to Urstar and back.” A feeling was growing around the chamber, not exactly of excitement but of resolve to seek new challenges. People piped up, in twos and threes, choosing from a growing number of projects all around the spiral arm. Some were intrigued by the information offered by the Judith Niles’ embodiment, that no world where intelligence might develop would see its primary star changed. Checking such a statement would be a long and difficult job, calling for a cooperative effort among hundreds of groups in widely scattered locations. The biologists in the party wanted to see what life forms might thrive on planets circling red dwarf stars. If that was the future of the galaxy, better know what it looked like. Others wanted to be near a star when the change to a red dwarf first began. Techniques to predict when and where that would happen needed to be developed. Finally, almost everyone had spoken. Gretchen Waltz, standing close to Charlene, turned to her smiling and said, “What about you, Charlene? You haven’t said a word.”

“I know.” Charlene felt her face turning red. “This probably sounds stupid, but I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“Well, no hurry.” Gretchen switched to Emil. “How about you?”

He shrugged his great shoulders and shook his head, with its bald and cratered dome. “I’m the same as Charlene. Give me a few more days, and I’ll know where I want to go and what I want to do.”

Charlene felt a surge of gratitude. He did know his own plans, she felt sure he did — but he was saying he didn’t, so she wouldn’t feel like the odd exception. Emil went farther, turning deliberately away from Gretchen toward Sy and saying, “You’ve asked everybody else, but you’ve been very coy about your own intentions. What will you be doing?”

“I wish I knew. I can assure you of one thing, I won’t be working as part of a group.”

Everyone laughed, and Charlene was astonished. Sy had actually made a joke about his own solitary preferences.

“I can tell you my goal,” Sy went on. “The beings performing the stellarforming may seem omnipotent and omniscient so far as we are concerned, but they made it clear that there’s one thing they don’t understand. The Kermel Objects are as much a mystery to them as they are to us. I want to take a closer look at them and see what I can learn.”

“But they’re outside the galaxy,” Eva Packland objected. “Tens of thousands of light-years, and some of them a lot farther than that.”

“So?” Sy shrugged. “Did I say I was in a hurry? I’m willing to travel in T-state, or in cold sleep, or whatever it takes. We don’t even know the best time rate at which to study them — it could require some new state we haven’t discovered yet.”

“But the time it will take — “ Eva paused.

“ — is nothing to worry about, considering how much time we’ve got. Even if we question the motives of the disembodied aliens we met at Urstar, we know from our own work on stellar evolution that a small red dwarf star can sustain fusion processes for a hundred billion years or more. If understanding takes that long, I’m willing to wait.”

“But that’s so far ahead, general expansion will have made the universe unrecognizable — probably incomprehensible. Acceleration may make everywhere inaccessible beyond the local galactic cluster.”

“So the universe may become beyond our comprehension. Do you understand the universe as it is now, Eva? I certainly don’t.”

“You may not be able to survive in what the universe becomes.”