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Just one more thing crossed Cade’s mind. “Do you still have your phone with you?” he asked. “And in your bags is there a laptop, compad, anything like that?” Virtually all electronic devices of any value, as well as things like automobiles and appliances, contained GPS chips able to fix their location on the Earth’s surface to within a few yards. In the case of loss or theft, dialing a specified number would cause them to return details of where they were. Rumor had it that government agencies had special numbers too, that would override the normal enabling functions. Cade had never been able to determine whether it was true or not.

Rebecca shook her head. “I threw the phone away. There isn’t anything else.” Cade nodded, satisfied.

“Well, there’s not a lot else we can do tonight,” he said. “Why don’t we all get some rest? Tomorrow we’ve got a boat trip organized with some friends. Why don’t you come along? A little bit of sun and ocean might make you feel like a new person.”

“Maybe,” Rebecca answered. She didn’t sound enthralled by the idea.

After Rebecca had left them, Cade and Julia went through to the bar for a nightcap. “If you do manage to pull something, I assume it will cost us,” Julia said.

Cade pulled a face. “I’m not sure. Rebecca sounds like a pretty good ally on their side. They might be happy just to get her over there.” This didn’t seem a time to let something like that get in the way. It wasn’t as if they were hard up, just at the moment. He downed a mouthful of his drink. “We can worry about that side of it later.”

“I can make the necessary arrangements . . . if that helps,” Julia said.

Cade looked at her. He knew Julia had assets of her own that he had never made it his business to pry into. “It’s really that important to you?” he said.

Julia nodded. “Yes,” she told him. “It is.”

Later, after Julia had retired ahead of him, Cade sat brooding in his study for a long time. He checked the clock, made several calls, and sent out a few carefully worded messages into the net.

CHAPTER TWELVE

A few miles north of Catalina Island, the
Sassy Lady
trailed a foamy wake across a placid sea rolling gently under a cloudless sky. Cade, in a straw hat and swim trunks, leaned over from a sun lounge on the boat deck aft of the wheelhouse, helped himself to another beer from the ice chest, and passed one to Blair. Vrel and Krossig declined, nursing their previous ones, still somewhat wary of this dubious Terran habit. Julia and Dee were sunning themselves on the bow, while Luke kept Warren company in the wheelhouse, and others were in the main cabin below. A crewman was preparing rods and tackle on the fishing platform at the stern. Rebecca had stayed behind, preferring to remain within the security of the house. Blair was still enthusing about his forthcoming move to Australia. He had some things to finish up in Los Angeles, and would be following on a month or so after Krossig.

“Just think, they’re giving me a position to study Hyadean science officially,” he told Cade. “I’ll be getting paid for it.”

“But don’t our own people have jobs like that here?” Cade said. “I thought half of Washington was into it.”

Blair shook his head. “I’m talking about understanding the
real
science, the attitude of mind that let them get it right. The government collaborations focus too much on short-term applications—better ways to make weapons and profits. I got offers there a couple of times but it wasn’t what I wanted.”

Cade really didn’t know one way or the other. He nodded, sipped his beer, and left it at that.

“We got a message from Erya, on her way to Chryse,” Krossig told Cade. “She says you’ve shown her a new way of seeing things. She hopes she’ll be able to spread it on Chryse.”

“Sounds as if the place could do with it,” Blair commented.

“I just received a gift too,” Vrel told them. He had acquired an outrageously gaudy pair of beach shorts and was sprawled on a blanket spread out over the deck. The Chrysean sun, Amaris, shone more brightly and slightly more toward the violet. Hyadeans had no problem with the solar intensity on Earth and soaked up all they could get. Blair had speculated to Cade that maybe that was why they chose mountainous areas. Vrel made the announcement sound like a special event.

“What was that?” Cade asked him.

“From Neville Baxter—at the party. It’s a Maori sculpture, a kind of figurine. Very attractive. I’ll show it to you next time you’re at the mission. Dee says it’s probably worth quite a lot.”

“That sounds like Neville,” Cade agreed.

“He also says I have to visit him in New Zealand. Apparently, it’s important to see that all the world isn’t like America. What does he mean by that?”

“A kind of private joke that we have between countries,” Cade said. Vrel nodded vaguely but didn’t really seem to understand.

“Well, I’m looking forward to seeing the East,” Krossig said. “I might even get a chance to visit other areas . . . even the Himalayas, maybe.” He leaned back against the sun lounge he was on and tossed out an arm in a sweeping gesture. “Have you any idea how unique this planet of yours is? These huge mountain ranges; chasms like the Yangtze gorges. The whole surface is young, sculpted only yesterday. That’s why life here is so colorful and varied. It’s life that has been renewed and reinvigorated. The worlds we know are old and tired—endless expanses of monotonous plains and eroded hills, silted rivers, insipid swamplands. Worlds in their old age, awaiting rejuvenation.”

“Have those planets been around all that much longer, then?” Cade asked.

“No. They’ve just been wearing down for longer,” Krossig said.

“They haven’t had the disruptions that Earth has gone through,” Blair put in. “Not anytime lately, anyhow. Our conventional notion of slow, gradual change over huge time-spans got it wrong. Changes happen quickly and violently.”

Cade knew that Blair could go on for hours if he was allowed to warm to a theme. He looked over at Vrel. “I don’t know about quick and violent changes to planets, but I’ve seen plenty of them in people. This is starting to sound more like your field.” Vrel was the political economist.

Vrel raised the can he was holding, twirled it around and contemplated it for a few seconds, then seemed to change his mind and lowered it again. “Hm. There’s something paradoxical here,” he said. “Terrans believed in gradualism, but their whole history is violent and catastrophic. Hyadeans accept upheaval as the natural way of change, but we deplore it and try to eliminate it from our affairs. That’s what’s at the bottom of our problems with the Querl—why we and they are in armed opposition.”

“How’s that?” Blair asked. The reasons for the standoff and occasional conflict between the Hyadean and the Querl worlds was something that Cade had long wanted to understand better too.

“Well, we are taught that their system reflects values that are incompatible with ours,” Vrel said. “They take pride in what we consider to be social ills in need of correction. They could never conform to the system of approvals and entitlements that our social structure is built on.”

“So does that make them a threat that you have to defend against?” Cade asked.

“We’ve always been told that they are,” Vrel replied.

Krossig conceded the field to politics and elaborated. “Their system can’t work. Our economists have proved it. Because it’s based on conflicts and rivalries that consume nonproductive effort, it must devour resources faster than it can replenish them. As the situation becomes more critical, the conflicts will increase, making the imbalance worse. Eventually, the only solution left to them will be to try and take from us—provided we let them. If we make that impossible by maintaining sufficient military strength, the outcome, eventually, must be the Querl’s downfall.”

Cade drank again and stared at him. It was too pat, like a memorized line that had been drummed in through life. Typically Hyadean. He shifted his gaze to Vrel, whose response had been less automatic. Twice, Vrel had qualified his statements by cautioning that they were what Hyadeans were “taught” or had been “told.” Those were surprising words to hear coming from a Hyadean. “I assume the Querl must know the Chrysean position,” he said. “So how do they see it?”

“They don’t see themselves as disorderly or unruly, but simply as pursuing their ideals of independence and freedom,” Vrel replied. He thought for a moment, and then smiled uncomfortably. “And we’re supposed to be here to save Earth from going the same way. Yet it seems that those same things are also regarded as ideals by most humans.” He looked from one to another of the others helplessly. “Another paradox. There’s something wrong somewhere, isn’t there? But I can’t put my finger on what it is.”

Warren came out from the wheelhouse at that point to announce that they had reached the fishing grounds and were slowing down to begin casting, and Vrel’s question never did get answered. Later, when Cade and Blair were leaning on the rail together, watching the waves, Blair remarked that it was the first time he had ever heard a Chrysean questioning the home world’s system.

“I know,” Cade replied. “Interesting, isn’t it? Maybe this crazy world of ours is starting to rub off on them more than we think.” He lifted his head to follow a group of porpoises as they broke surface to frolic a hundred feet or so from the boat. “And then again . . . maybe it was just the beer.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

It was strange that the theory Earth’s scientific establishment finally put together for shaping the evolution of the cosmos should be based on gravity, when the electromagnetic force was ten thousand billion, billion, billion, billion times stronger, and 99 percent of observable matter existed in the form of electrically charged plasma that responded to it. More so when galaxies, certain binary stars, and other objects were found not to move in the ways that purely gravitational models said they should, and various forms of “dark matter” and other unobservables had to be invented to explain why.

The Hyadean universe, by contrast, was electrical. Matter was fundamentally an electrical phenomenon. The basic force was electrical, and gravity a byproduct. The cosmos, its galaxies, stars, and other constituents, hadn’t condensed gravitationally out of gas, dust, and spinning nebulas produced from the debris of some primordial Big Bang. Such an explosion would have resulted simply in permanent dispersion of energy and whatever particles formed out of it. Again, the Terrans’ grand theory had gotten things backward. Cosmic objects, from dust clouds and planets to neutron stars and quasars weren’t the results of condensation and collapse from rarefied clouds of matter, but of the progressive breaking down from superdense concentrations of it. Electrical interactions operating on a titanic scale spun these objects to instability, causing them to throw off parts of themselves which then repeated the process, engendering a succession of bodies of progressively diminishing mass, rotation, and magnetic energy. Depending on the mass of the original fragmenting singularity, the products could be quasars, which in turn gave rise to radio galaxies, and from them, spiral galaxies; globular halos of younger stars around galaxies; or supernovas evolving into pulsars or white dwarves. Gravity only had any significant effect as a comparatively feeble cleaning-up process in the latter phases.