“
N
evertheless," the commander replied, waving toward the screens, "if not a black dwarf, a very, very brown one. Thank that lucky star, Tzak-Navigator; it might have been a neutron star.
”
“
A
nd a planet," the navigator exclaimed.
“
I
mpossible! Before its final collapse, this star would have converted any nearby planet into a gas shell. But there it lies!" He pointed to a luminous dot on the screen.
“
T
hat might make it easy to find again," Locklear said with something akin to faint hope. He knew, watching the navigator's split concentration between screens, that the kzin would soon know the Raptor's
position. No chance beyond this brown dwarf now, an unheard-of anomaly, to escape this suicide ship.
The navigator ignored him.
“
P
ermission for proximal orbit," he requested.
“
D
enied," the commander said.
“
Y
ou know better than that. Close orbit around a dwarf could rip us asunder with angular acceleration. That dwarf may be only the size of a single dreadnaught, but its mass is enormous enough to bend distant starlight.
”
While Locklear considered what little he knew of collapsed star matter, a cupful of which would exceed the mass of the greatest warship in known space, the navigator consulted his astrogation screen again. I have our position," he said at last.
“
W
e were on the way to the galactic rim, thanks to that untrained-well, at least he is a fine gunner. Grraf
Commander, I meant to ask permission for orbit around the planet. We can discard this offal in the lifeboat there.
”
“
G
ranted," said the commander. Locklear took more notes as the two kzinti piloted their ship nearer. If lifeboats were piloted with the same systems as cruisers, and if he could study the ways in which that lifeboat drive could be energized, he might yet take a hand in his fate. The maneuvers took so much time that Locklear feared the kzin would drop the whole idea, but,
“
L
et it be recorded that I keep my bargains, even with monkeys," the commander grouched as the planet began to grow in the viewport
.
“
T
iny suns, orbiting the planet? Stranger and stranger," the navigator mused.
“
G
rraf-Commander, this is-not natural.
”
“
E
xactly so. It is artificial," said the commander. Brightening, he added,
“
P
erhaps a special project, though I do not know how we could move a full
sized planet into orbit around a dwarf Tzak-Navigator, see if this tallies with anything the Patriarchy may have on file." No sound passed between them when the navigator looked up from his screen, but their shared glance did not improve the commander's mood.
“
N
o? Well, backup records in triplicate," he snapped.
“
S
urvey sensors to full gain."
Locklear took more notes, his heart pounding anew with every added strangeness of this singular discovery. The planet orbited several light-minutes from the dead star, with numerous satellites in synchronous orbits, blazing like tiny suns
–
or rather, like spotlights in imitation of tiny suns, for the radiation from those satellites blazed only downward, toward the planet's surface. Those satellites, according to the navigator, seemed to be moving a bit in complex patterns, not all of them in the same ways-and one of them dimmed even as they watched. The commander brought the ship nearer, and now Tzak-Navigator gasped with a fresh astonishment.
“
G
rraf-Commander, this planet is dotted with force
cylinder generators. Not complete shells, but open to space at orbital height. And the beam-spread of each satellite's light flux coincides with the edge of each force cylinder. No, not all of them; several of those circular areas are not bathed in any light at all. Fallow areas?"
“
O
r unfinished areas," the commander grunted.
“
P
erhaps we have discovered a project in the making.
“
Locklear saw blazes of blue, white, red, and yellow impinging in vast circular patterns on the planet's surface. Almost as if someone had placed small models of Sirius, Sol, Fomalhaut, and other suns out here, he thought. He said nothing. If he or bited this bizarre mystery long enough, he might
probe its secrets. If he orbited it too long, he would damned well die of starvation.
Then,
“
H
omeworld," blurted the astonished navigator, as the ship continued its close pass around this planet that was at least half the mass of Earth. Locklear saw it too, a circular region that seemed to be hundreds of kilometers in diameter, rich in colors that reminded him of a kzin's fur. The green expanse of a big lake, too, as well as dark masses that might have been mountain crags. And then he noticed that one of the nearby circular patterns seemed achingly familiar in its colors, and before he thought, he said it in Interworld:
“
E
arth!
”
The commander leaped to a mind-numbing conclusion the moment before Locklear did.
“
T
his can only be a galactic prison
–
or a zoo," he said in a choked voice.
“
T
he planet was evidently moved here, after the brown dwarf was discovered. There seems to be no atmosphere outside the force walls, and the planetary surface between those circular regions is almost as cold as interstellar deeps, according to the sensors. If it is a prison, each compound is well
isolated from the others. Nothing could live in the interstices.
“
Locklear knew that the commander had overlooked something that could live there very comfortably, but held his tongue awhile. Then,
“
P
ermission to speak," he said
.
“
G
ranted," said the commander.
“
W
hat do you know of this-this thing?"
“
O
nly this: whether it is a zoo or a prison, one of those compounds seems very Earthlike. If you left me there, I might find air and food to last me indefinitely.
“
“
A
nd other monkeys to help in Patriarch
knows
what," the navigator put in quickly.
“
N
o one is answering my all-band queries, and we do not know who runs this prison. The Patriarchy has no prison on record that is even faintly like this."
“
I
f they are keeping Heroes in a kzinti compound," grated the commander, "this could be a planet-sized trap. "
Tzak-Navigator:
“
B
ut whose?
”
Grraf-Commander, with arrogant satisfaction:
“
I
t will not matter whose it is, if they set a vermin-sized trap and catch an armed lifeboat. There is no shell over these circular walls, and if there were, I would try to blast through it. Re-enable the lifeboat's drive. Tzak-Navigator, as Executive Officer you will remain on alert in the Raptor. For the rest of us: sound planetfall!"
Caught between fright and amazement, Locklear could only hang on and wait, painfully buffeted during re-entry because the kzin-sized seat harness would not retract to fit his human frame. The lifeboat, the size of a flatlander's racing yacht, descended in a broad spiral, keeping well inside those invisible forcewalls that might have damaged the craft on contact. At last the commander set his ship on a search pattern that spiraled inward while maintaining perhaps a kilometer's height above the yellow grassy plains, the kzin-colored steaming jungle, the placid lake, the dark mountain peaks of this tiny, synthesized piece of the kzin homeworld
.
Presently, the craft settled near a promontory overlooking that lake and partially protected by the rise of a stone escarpment-the landfall of a good military mind, Locklear admitted to himself.
“
A
pprentice Engineer: report on environmental conditions," the commander ordered, Turning to Locklear, he added, "if this is a zoo, the zookeepers have not yet learned
to capture Heroes-nor any of our food animals, according to our survey. Since your metabolism is so near ours, I think this is where we shall deposit you for safekeeping."
“
B
ut without prey, Grraf-Commander, he will soon starve," said Apprentice Engineer
.
The heavy look of the commander seemed full of ironic amusement.
“
N
o, he will not. Humans eat monkeyfood, remember? This specimen is a kshat." Locklear colored but tried to ignore the insult. Any creature willing to eat vegetation was, to the kzinti, kshat, a herbivore capable of eating offal. And capable of little else.
“
Y
ou might leave me some rations anyway," he grumbled.
“
I
'm in no condition to be climbing trees for food.
”
“
B
ut you soon may be, and a single monkey in this place could hide very well from a search party.
”
Apprentice Engineer, performing his extra duties proudly, waved a digit toward the screen.
“
G
rraf
Commander, the gravity constant is exactly home normal. The temperature, too; solar flux, the same; atmosphere and micro-organisms as well. I suspect that the builders of this zoo planet have buried gravity polarizers with the force cylinder generators."
“
N
o doubt those other compounds are equally equipped to surrogate certain worlds," the commander said. I think, whoever they are-or were the builders work very, very slowly.
”
Locklear, entertaining his own scenario, suspected the builders worked very slowly, all right-and in ways, with motives, beyond the understanding of man or kzin. But why tell his suspicions to Scarface? Locklear
h
ad by now given his own private labels to these infuriating kzin, after noting the commander's face-mark, the navigator's tremors of intent, the gunner's brutal stupidity and the engineer's abdominal patch: to Locklear, they had become Scarface, Brickshitter, Goon, and Yellowbelly. Those labels gave him an emotional lift, but he knew better than to use them aloud.
Scarface made his intent clear to everyone, glancing at Locklear from time to time, as he gave his orders. Water and rations for eight duty watches were to be offloaded. Because every kzin craft has special equipment to pacify those kzinti who displayed criminal behavior, especially the Kdaptists with their treasonous leanings toward humankind, Scarface had prepared a zzrou for their human captive. The zzrou could be charged with a powerful soporific drug, or-as the commander said in this case-a poison. Affixed to a host and tuned to a transmitter, the zzrou could be set to inject its material into the host at regular intervals
–
or to meter it out whenever the host moved too far from that transmitter
.
Scarface held the implant device, no larger than a biscuit with vicious prongs, in his hand, facing the captive.
“
I
f you try to extract this, it will kill you instantly. If you somehow found the transmitter and smashed it-again you would die instantly. Whenever you stray two steps too far from it, you will suffer. I shall set it so that you can move about far enough to feed yourself, but not far enough to make finding you a difficulty." Locklear chewed his lip for a moment, thinking.
“
I
s the poison cumulative?"
“
Y
es. And if you do not know that honor forbids me to lie, you will soon find out to your sorrow." He turned and handed a small device to Yellowbelly.
“
T
ake this transmitter and place it where no monkey might stumble across it. Do not wander more than eight-cubed paces from here in the process-and
take a sidearm and a transceiver with you. I am not absolutely certain the place is uninhabited. Captive
!
Bare your back.
”
Locklear, dry-mouthed, removed his jacket and shirt. He watched Yellowbelly
bound back down the short passageway and, soon afterward, heard the sigh of
an airlock. He turned casually, trying to catch sight of him as Goon was
peering through the viewport, and then he felt a paralyzing agony as
Scarface impacted the prongs of the zzrou into his back just below the left
shoulder blade.
His first sensation was a chill, and his second was a painful reminder of those
zzrou
prongs sunk into the muscles of his back. Locklear eased to a sitting position and looked around him. Except for depressions in the yellowish grass, and a terrifyingly small pile of provisions piled atop his shirt and jacket, he could see no evidence that a kzin lifeboat had ever landed here.
“
F
or all you know, they'll never come back," he told himself aloud, shivering as he donned his garments. Talking to himself was an old habit bo
rn
of solitary researches, and made him feel less alone. But now that he thought on it, he couldn't decide which he dreaded most, their return or permanent solitude.
“
S
o let's take stock," he said, squatting next to the provisions. A kzin's rations would last three times as long for him, but the numbers were depressing: within three flatlander weeks he'd either find water and food, or he would starve-if he did not freeze first
.