Starplex

Too early? “Well, yes.” Keith swallowed. “I, G. K. Lansing, Director of Starplex, bring you friendly greetings from the Commonwealth of Planets, a peaceful association of four sentient races from three different homeworlds.”

“Ah, now that’s better. Thank you.”

Keith was struggling to take it all in: the transparent humanoid, the forest re-creation, the beautiful starship, the diverting of his pod. “I’d still like to know what you want from me,” he said at last.

The glass man tipped his featureless head at Keith. “Well, at the risk of sounding melodramatic, the fate of the universe is in question.”

Keith blinked.

“But, more than that,” said the glass man, “I need to ask you some questions. For you see, Keith Lansing, you hold not only the key to the future, but also to the past.”

Chapter II

A new sector of space—and one that had opened unexpectedly.

Keith and Rissa hurried to the bridge, entering through the port-side door, which meant that Keith had to pass right by Lianne Karendaughter. Brilliant (a master’s in electrical engineering from MIT), beautiful (luscious Asian features, mounds of platinum hair pinned up by gold clips), and young, Lianne had joined Starplex just six weeks ago, after a distinguished term as chief engineer on a large commercial hyperliner. She smiled at Keith as he passed—a radiant smile, a supernova smile. Keith felt his stomach flutter.

Starplex’s bridge appeared to have no walls, floor, or ceiling. Instead, it was enveloped by a spherical hologram of the ship’s surroundings, its workstations seemingly floating amongst the stars. The actual room was rectangular, with a doorway built into each wall, but the doors were invisible, lost within the spacescape. When they split down the middle and slid aside, it was as though space were opening up, revealing the corridors beyond. Apparently suspended in midair—but really attached to the invisible walls just above the doors—were trios of glowing clocks in each homeworld’s time keeping system.

Keith and Rissa hurried to their workstations, looking as though they were running in space.

The bridge workstations were laid out in two rows of three, with the director’s position in the middle of the back row. The front row was constantly occupied. The rear stations were only used when necessary; Jag, Keith, and Rissa all had separate offices where they did most of their work. By default, one of Keith’s monitors showed a chart of who was currently authorized to use each bridge station. It was the standard alpha-shift team in the front row:

The InOps manager was responsible for all onboard activities, including engineering. On the opposite side of the room was her opposite number, the ExOps manager, who supervised the docking bays and missions conducted by the fifty-four assorted ships stored there. To Keith’s left was the station for Jag, head of physical sciences. To his right, again an opposite number: Rissa, head of life sciences.

Since most physics research was conducted aboard ship, it made sense that InOps was in front of the physics station.Lianne could swivel her chair around, or rotate the workstation on its turntable base, for face-to-face consultations with Jag. Likewise, most life-sciences work was done away from the mothership; Rhombus at ExOps could easily consult with Rissa (although being an Ib, Rhombus had 360-degree vision; he didn’t have to turn around to see her).

To make communication even easier, ten-centimeter-high real-time holograms of Lianne and Thor’s heads, plus a full body shot of Rhombus, normally floated above the rim of Jag, Keith, and Rissa’s consoles; those in the front row had holos of the back-row heads floating above their stations.

On each side of the room was a large pool covered by an antisplash forcefield; any of the workstations could have its functions transferred to a dolphin in either pool. Behind the workstations was a row of nine polychairs for observers.

Keith watched as Jag entered through the starboard door. The Waldahud moved across the starfield, squat bow legs carrying him in short steps, four arms stiff at his sides. Jag wore a couple of functional pieces of clothing, including a belt with storage pouches depending from it, and a band with a pocket on it around his upper left arm. The damned thing was practically naked except for his thick fur while Keith was freezing to death. The ship’s common areas were kept at fifteen degrees Celsius, equivalent to a hot summer’s noon on Rehbollo. Keith half expected to see his breath whenever he left his apartment.

As Jag sat down, the Waldahud’s monitor screens configured themselves to be twice as tall as they were wide. Jag could watch two of them simultaneously, one with his vertically stacked left pair of eyes, the other with his vertically stacked right pair. Like humans, Waldahudin had two-sided brains, but each of their hemispheres could process a separate stereoscopic image.