Earth Song: Etude to War (8 page)

“That was my father,” she agreed, “but not me—”

“Please, let me finish? After I got home my wife and I finally had a child, we'd been trying for many years without luck. In time that boy had two children, but they were both born with a congenital birth defect; they would be blind their whole lives. Then you sent back the codex from halfway across the galaxy, and they were cured. I cannot tell you the joy of being able to have your grandchildren look at you for the first time.”

“I was just doing my job,” Minu said quietly, “my duty.”

“But you did it,” the old man smiled slightly and his eyes glittered. “And I still have friends in the Chosen, so I know it was more than your duty. You went out there because you owed it to a friend.”

Minu nodded, her eyes tearing up and she looked at the pure undiluted love the man radiated for her.

“Without the sacrifice of the Chosen, what would we be now?” he asked.

“Thank you,” was all she could manage, then she thought. “You actually helped me a little.”

“Then I'm glad I bothered you. Now I have some azaleas to tend to.”

“Wait, what's your name?”

“A.J. Richards. I doubt you've ever heard of me.”

The name tickled at the back of Minu's mind for a moment before it fit. “That son you had after my father rescued you, his name was Alijah Richards, wasn't it?”

He smiled again, though not as happily this time. With a single nod of his head he pushed his garden cart towards a nearby flowerbed.

The plants, along with all the others on the quad, were impeccably tended. As the aged botanist shambled away Minu looked back down at her tablet and the letter she'd been writing before he'd gotten her attention. In her mind’s eye was her fireplace mantel at the little cabin she lived in with Aaron. The face of Alijah Richards was one of the more prominent ones that floated in hologram there. He'd died in the opening barrage of the Rasa Vendetta more than a decade ago.

“Nope,” she said to the cool afternoon and deleted the letter. “I won't give them the satisfaction.” A smile cut her angular face as she shook her head. Politics would have to wait. She still had things to finish as a Chosen.

* * *

“Why are you pushing this so hard now?”

Minu looked up from the series of wall screens flashing data down from space and sighed. “Isn't the Tog reaction and spotting one of their ships snooping in our system reason enough?”

“Not really.” Minu wished she'd been in space working with Pip aboard the Kaatan, but that hadn't been practical. You couldn't just snap your fingers and get a ride to orbit, at least not yet. And she was once again officially on the First among the Chosen's shit list. Better to keep low for a while.

Aaron was cooking something that smelled like lamb fajitas from the kitchen of their cabin while she worked in the bedroom that now did double duty as an office. “We've known the universe was full of lies since we learned to open our eyes and look around.”

“I know you dragged me to the mystery kicking and screaming, you don't have to rub my face in it.”

“Not quite kicking and screaming,” he said from thousands of kilometers above her in orbit.

“Thanks for the bone. So regardless, we've been behind the curve too damned long, especially since Lilith is sitting on a vast repository of knowledge, and we don't know how to read most of it because of a missing language connection.”

On the video link screen Pip could be seen shrugging and staring at a monitor near his head. He was enjoying the zero gravity of a workroom set up for him by Lilith in the bowels of the Kaatan, but it was obvious by his complaining, that his time in space was rapidly becoming annoying.

“I have been teaching Pip the language of the People.”

Minu looked at one of the side displays where her daughter, Lilith, had suddenly appeared. As usual her sharply angular features held no emotions. “Didn't we both suggest that to him years ago?”

“Yes, you did,” Pip interjected, “but I'm finally getting tired of this game and figure I can speed up the project considerably if I pick up the damned language. Of course that was before I started getting stuck on some of the phonetic elements.”

“Why?” Minu wondered. “Can't be as hard as learning Peninsula.”

“Languages aren't something we Chosen waste much time on,” Pip replied tersely. “Why bother when you have translators? English has been the default language of the Chosen since their inception. Most tribes around the world use it as well. At least on old Earth, the nation states helped push pride in their own language. Here the Chosen have driven English home so heavily that linguistics is almost a dead art.”

“Okay, but since the People were hominids, the language can't be like talking to an insect or something outlandish, right?”

“How should I know? Again, the damn translators do all the work. These People had some obvious differences in shapes of their mouth parts. Some of the sounds are real hard for us.”

“So if this species was around in the beginning, how come the translators don't have a matrix for their language? Isn't that like coming to Bellatrix but none of the signs are written in English.”

“It is strange,” Lilith agreed. “At some point their language matrix was deleted from the database. My computer records are very old. Pip has confirmed this from navigational data compared with current star positions. The data predates the establishment of a widespread translation matrix.”

“Why do you think?” Minu asked.

“There weren't many species around.” She glanced at Pip who, as usual, looked assured in his knowledge.

“But you said this is part of the problem, too many species in the index.”

“Define too many. I've identified a hundred in Lilith's database.”

“That's quite a few.”

“Not compared to the three thousand, six hundred, ninety-eight identified in the current Concordia records. Or the eight thousand, one hundred twelve that my research shows as a record high.”

“Damn,” Minu whistled, then thought. “Is that number going up or down?”

“Down,” Pip replied without looking up. “It has not gone up in the records.”

“How is that possible?”

“The oldest records are limited because of the database purging itself, like we discovered from the self-destructing data storage chips. There are partial records a couple million years old, which is where I found the high water mark.”

Which means that number might not even be the largest
, Minu thought before speaking again. “Has it ever gone up or has the decline been steady?”

This time he didn't have the immediate answer. His eyes glazed over for a second and she knew he was using his link to access the computers. “Yes,” he said after almost a minute, “it has gone up. In decreasing regularity, there have been brief periods of increase that last from a few decades to several centuries. Also intermittent times of stability with almost no decrease in species density.”

“Fun side project for you,” she said, Pip snorted but listened. “Run those ups and downs through that massive brain of yours and see if you can find any sort of a pattern or correlation. Something that precipitated the temporary increases, anything.”

“You never ask too much, do you?”

“Sarcasm, did you just invent that?” He made an offhanded comment she didn't catch because she was digging around looking for a data-chip. “I have some data here I wanted you to try and find…” she said so he wouldn't think she'd just left.

“And here I thought you were hiding from my superior intellect.”

“No chance of that, Khan.” This time his laugh was genuine. “Aaron, where did you put my bag?”

“Closet,” he yelled back from the kitchen. “You dumped it by the door after you came in from your run.” The scorn in his voice was evident, even over the sounds of cooking. But he'd known she wasn't much of a housekeeper when he married her. He'd also appreciated her tendency to run around the place naked, at least until the press discovered her hideout. Now her nudity was restricted to indoors, most of the time.

“Be right back,” she said and went to the closet. Out in the main room the smell of the now confirmed lamb fajitas was almost overpowering. Saliva flooded her mouth and made her stomach grumble, reminding her it was hours since lunch. “Almost ready?” she asked as she opened the closet.

“Ten minutes,” he replied, “I just put a bottle of mead in the chiller.”

“Awesome.” In the closet was her field bag, not the shoulder bag she took to school and back. She opened her mouth to complain that it was the wrong bag, when she realized it was her old field bag. Aaron had been cleaning recently and must have mistaken it for her current one. They were similar in appearance. The difference was the contents.

Without comment she picked up the bag and took it into the bedroom. Pip watched her from space as she sat it on the desk and pulled out equipment. Sensors, field rations (well past expiration now), the big bore semi-auto pistol Aaron and Gregg had designed, with extra magazines. Everything was still there from years ago when they'd gone to the far reaches of the galaxy to save Pip. She'd dropped the bag in the back of the bedroom closet and hadn't touched it since. It was the last time she'd been on a field mission for the Chosen, Jacob had seen to that.

She spent a few minutes checking out things in the pack, even noting a small bloodstain on the strap and how worn the Velcro latches were. How many missions had she carried this bag on? Dozens at least. Maybe a hundred? She sighed and lifted the bag to begin repacking it when a ration package rolled out. She was about to scoop it back in when it rattled. Why had she put an empty ration pack back in her bag? And what was rattling inside?

She popped it open and shook the contents into her hand. Three small bones, ancient and dirt-encrusted; they looked like they'd just been dug from the ground.

“What are those?” Pip asked, making her jump slightly. Minu had completely forgotten about him quietly watching her through the camera link.

“Bones,” she said absently as she looked back at them. “I found them on the mission to get the codex.”

“It wasn't in your mission log.”

Minu nodded, trust Pip to have memorized every detail of the mission to find the codex and save him from the coma that was threatening to kill him years ago. “No, I'd completely forgotten about them until now.” She leaned back in the chair and thought. “It was on Sunshine, just after I'd gotten the alien mind upgrade from the Weavers and unlocked the Portal. We'd been digging shelters to hopefully survive another day and I jumped into one to get my bag when I spotted some ancient bones buried in the ground. We were getting the hell out of there before we burned to a crisp, the last thing I wanted Ted and Bjorn to know was that I'd found some interesting scientific find, so I just grabbed a few bones, dropped them in a pocket and forgot about them.”

“Can you run them through the high-resolution scanner for me?”

“Sure,” she said and put them in the little holographic imager on her desk. It was mainly used by Aaron while working on engineering projects while at home, so it took her a minute to figure out how to make it talk through the link to the Kaatan.

Pip turned to look at the data coming in through the link. She could see his arms moving as he worked with the mostly holographic interfaces on the Kaatan. She considered herself old fashioned, Minu still liked to tap keys and move icons on screens. A few weeks ago she'd seen a movie from Earth called
Minority Report
and was surprised to see them using a display interface almost identical to what the Kaatan used. Lots of gestures and manipulating computer routines floating in space before you.

“They are metacarpal bones, but I don't have enough data up here to figure out from what. Could you see some skull or other skeletal details?”

“No, it was mostly buried.”

Pip shrugged. “Okay, I have a friend in xenophysiology at the U of NJ.”

“Why New Jerusalem? Might be faster to go through my university.”

“Possibly, but they have a better biology department. You guys are more trade science oriented.”

Minu nodded, it was true.

“But you have a point,” Pip went on. “I'll send it to U of P as well. Keep the samples sealed away, they might need to try for a genetic extraction to verify the match, if they make one.”

“No problem.” She fished into the desk for a hard side container and locked the sample away. “I don't know that it matters a whole lot.”

“Ted loved the mystery. He wrote a paper on Sunshine.”

“I read it. His theory that the Concordia punished some species by making a new sun and roasting them alive, slowly, was hideous at the least. Of course he uses it to support his whole 'super tech' theory.”

“I'm floating in the biggest proof of that theory.”

“I know, it drives him crazy that he can't use it and the database as proof to the academic community.” Minu smiled at the discussions she'd been witness to at the university lounge. More like barely controlled academic brawls. The biggest problem was she knew he was right, and he knew he was right, but it was just another wild theory to every other scientist on the planet. Well, almost every other one. Bjorn knew the truth too. Even though his grasp on reality wasn't as well developed as Ted, he knew better than to start fights just for the sake of it.