Between the Strokes of Night

“Everything. Cooperation, understanding, brain-power, new ideas — maybe partnership.” She was staring at him with peculiar intensity, eyes wide and unblinking beneath the scarred forehead. “It’s something I haven’t had in all the years since we left Earth. I think you can be a full partner. God knows, we need it. We’re dying for lack of fresh thoughts here. Every time a new arrival finds a way to Gulf City, I’ve waited and hoped.” Her expression had changed, become almost beseeching. “I think you’re different. We can read each other, you and I. That’s rarer than you know. I want you to help me recruit your companions, because I’m not sure I can do that. They’re a stubborn pair. But you think in the same way as I do. I suspected you would come here, to normal space, because it’s exactly what I do myself, when I need quiet time, time to think. You heard that it’s bad to go from normal space to S-space and back too often?” Sy nodded. “That’s what Olivia Ferranti told us. She believes it, but I’m not sure I do. I’ve seen no evidence of it.”

“I don’t think you will. If there are bad effects, they are very subtle.” Judith Niles smiled again, an open smile that lit up her face. “But a system in which people pop into normal space to think is hard to control. You don’t take other people’s word for much, do you?”

“Should I?” Sy’s face was expressionless. “Look, if this is to be more than a waste of time, let’s get to specifics. You’re right, I came here to think before we met with you again. I needed time. Gulf City seemed like a big charade — a place without a plausible purpose. If you want my cooperation, and the cooperation of Peron and Elissa, begin by telling me what’s really going on here — tell me why Gulf City exists.”

“I’ll do better than that.” Judith Niles stood up. “I’ll show you. You can see for yourself. I don’t often have a chance to brag about the work we’ve done here, but that doesn’t mean I’m not proud of it. Put this suit on — we’ll be visiting some cold places.”

* * *

She led the way down a long corridor. The first room contained half a dozen people, all frozen in postures of concentration around two beds occupied by recumbent forms.

“Standard S-space lab.” Judith Niles shrugged. “No big mysteries here, and no justification for Gulf City. We still conduct sleep experiments in S-space, but there’s no reason except my personal interests why this has to be here. This is my own lab. I started out in sleep research, back on Earth — it led us to discover S-space. The main center for sleep research is still back in the Sol System, under Jan de Vries. The best protocol we know reduces sleep to about one hour in thirty. Our end objective is still the same: zero sleep.”

She closed the door. Another corridor, another lab, this one entered through a double insulating door. Before they went inside, they sealed their suits. “Temperature here is well below freezing.” Niles spoke over the suit radio. “This one should be more interesting. We discovered it about seven thousand Earth-years ago. Wolfgang Gibbs stumbled across the condition when we were exploring the long-term physiological effects of cold sleep. He calls it T-state.”

The room had four people in it, each sitting in a chair and supported at head, wrists, waist, and thighs. They wore headsets covering eyes and ears, and they did not move.

Sy moved forward and looked at each of them closely. He touched a frozen fingertip, and lifted the front of a headset to peer into an open eye. “They can’t be in S-space,” he said at last. “This room is too cold for it. Are they conscious?”

“Completely. These four are volunteers. They have been in T-state for almost one thousand Earth-years, but they feel as though they entered it less than five hours ago. Their subjective rate of experience is about a two-millionth of normal, roughly one thousandth of the usual S-space rate.”

Sy was silent, but for the first time he looked impressed.

“Mind-boggled?” She nodded. “We all felt the same when Wolfgang showed us. But the real significance of T-state won’t be obvious to you for a little while yet. It’s hard to grasp just how slow time passes there. Let me tell you how Charlene Bloom put it when she and I had our first one-minute experience of T-state: in the time it takes a T-state clock to strike the hour of midnight, Earth would pass through two whole seasons, from winter to spring to summer. A full life on Earth would flash by in half a T-hour. We have no idea of the human life expectancy for someone who remains in T-state, but we assume it’s hundreds of millions of Earth-years.”

“Why the headsets?”

“Sensory perception. Humans in T-state are blind, deaf and dumb without computer assistance. Our sense organs are not designed for light and sound waves of such long wavelength. The headsets do the frequency adjustment. Want to try T-state?” “Definitely.”