Flinx Transcendent (12 page)

How many times over the past years had he been forced to relive the multiple terrifying encounters? The memories themselves were foul and fetid, the sour taste of something spoiled lingering on the brain. The information he was about to share with the young nye was infinitely more troubling. How should he proceed? How safely and reassuringly to convey the certain information that extinction on a galactic scale was coming this way—without actually showing it to him?

“I have the ability to—sense certain things, Kiijeem. And what I can't sense, others have shown me.” There, he thought. Even Maybeso could approve of wording that simple and straightforward. “Over the years I've been made aware of an impending threat. A threat that includes not only you and I, but both of our respective civilizations and, in fact, the entire galaxy. Not just cultures and species, but the planets they live on and the stars they circle.”

Kiijeem looked properly staggered, started to fashion a gesture of fourth-degree incredulity, thought better of it, and kept still. His continued silence, Flinx decided, commended him.

“I said that there was much you wouldn't believe.”

The young AAnn's tail was barely moving. “Continue,
pssakk
. If nothing elsse, you ssurely have my attention. Your verity I can pass judgment on later.”

Flinx nodded, then shifted his attention deliberately skyward. “You don't need to know how I was made aware of this threat. It was first crystallized for me some ten Commonwealth years ago. I've had to live with the knowledge of what it is, and of what I am, ever since.”

Kiijeem pondered the human's words. “What could be a threat to an entire galaxy, except perhapss a colliding galaxy? Unless my ssimple asstronomical sstudiess have been sseverely remiss, that iss ssomething not in the offing.”

“There is something else,” Flinx informed him gravely. “Something more, much more. A something of which very, very few humans and thranx are aware. Though the effort seems futile they—we—are fumbling about trying to find some way, any way, that this threat might be confronted.” He lowered his gaze back to his youthful host.

“I cannot describe it any other way other than to say that this menacing phenomenon is composed of pure evil. I realize such a depiction smacks more of philosophy than physics, but having tried on repeated occasions to describe it to others, that is the impression I am always left with subsequent to encountering it. It is coming this way, toward our galaxy, in the wake of a region human astronomers have for centuries called the Great Emptiness, and their thranx counterparts the Great Void. The object, the phenomenon, the deformation of standard physics—whatever you want to call it—is about three hundred million light-years wide and occupies a total volume of space some hundred million megaparsecs in extent.”

Kiijeem had ceased moving as his gifted but adolescent mind struggled to grasp such impossible dimensions. Having been forced to deal with the inconceivable for so many years, Flinx could only sympathize with him. Trying to comprehend such scale was enough to give any sentient a headache.

“In place of this phenomenon, nothing else exists. Where it passes, everything except a few streamers of free hydrogen disappears. I'm told it may violate the law of the conservation of energy. If it keeps coming this way, continues on its present path, it could conceivably obliterate the entire galaxy. Commonwealth, Empire—everything vanishes.”

“What—
jezzantt
—what doess it look like?” Kiijeem's voice had grown even softer than usual. “You ssaid you are aware of it, that you have knowledge of what it iss.”

“I don't know what it looks like. I can only describe the feeling I get when I am mentally in its vicinity.” Flinx found himself remembering, and did not want to. “Its actual physical appearance, insofar as it has one, is blocked from our view by an immense gravitational lens of dark matter. Or maybe the lens is part of the phenomenon. The scientists with whom I have been sharing my knowledge are among the most accomplished to be found anywhere in the Commonwealth, but this is something beyond their ken. Beyond anyone's, they feel.”

Kiijeem struggled to grasp the incomprehensible. “If they cannot undersstand it or desscribe thiss menace, how can they, or you, or anyone, envissage a meanss for combating it?”

“There are other sciences involved besides those of the Commonwealth.” Leaning forward, Flinx traced the outline of a familiar alien pyramid in the dust that covered the sandstone. “Nontraditional physics and the discoveries of prehumanx species. An ancient but still functioning potential weapon.” He sat back. “All of them little more than negligible hopes, to my way of thinking. But my friends are more optimistic, and they're more knowledgeable and more experienced than I am. And I've given my word that I'll try and help.”

“You?” Though still undecided whether to believe any or all of the incredible story the softskin had just told him, Kiijeem found himself eyeing his guest in a new light. “You are but one human. An exceptionally bold and interessting example, truly, but one only. If I were to give credence to your tale, which iss more fantasstical even than the ssemiliterate ravingss of the great talltale twirler Vuusskandd L himsself, the lasst thing I would imagine iss that a ssingle individual could have any influence at all on a threat of ssuch magnitude.”

Flinx gazed back into the penetrating, forward-facing alien eyes. “Then we are in complete agreement. Because I think exactly the same thing. But there are those who believe otherwise. My friends and”—he dropped his gaze—“others. Some others I can identify, some who still remain a mystery to me. They come to me in dreams. Unbidden, and sometimes when I'm awake.”

Kiijeem considered. “Iss it permitted to me to ssimultaneoussly believe your sstory and doubt your ssanity?”

“Once again, we are in agreement. Believe me, there are many times when I've doubted it myself. Even so, I find myself doing my best
to honor the trust that those I know and respect have placed in me. It's about all I have left. That, and the knowledge, the surety, that this extragalactic threat to all of us is very real and not just a figment of a pained imagination. Of my imagination.”

“Granting for the moment and for the purpossess of disscussion the reality of what you sspeak—what can you do, Flinx? What could anyone do?”

“I am not anyone,” Flinx replied more sharply than he intended. “I would give everything I have and everything I own to be just ‘anyone.’ For the chance to live nothing more complex and burdensome than a normal softskin life. But I'm not. I'm different. Forces I don't understand and can't even identify agree with minds that sometimes make no sense that I am some kind of fulcrum, nexus, key, on which the sole slim chance of stopping this peril rests. It's not a responsibility I want. I didn't seek it and I'd do anything to be rid of it.”

A throbbing had begun at the back of his head, an all-too-familiar pounding: one of his headaches starting up. He had to bring this discussion to an end before it incapacitated him. Or worse, caused him to perhaps project involuntarily and dangerously onto his young AAnn friend.

“That's it,” he finished tersely. “That's why I have to be assured of safe passage off Blasusarr before I can risk trying to leave. That's why you have to help me make contact with someone powerful enough to ensure my safety. Because if I'm killed trying to depart, forces neither you nor I can comprehend believe that it will be the end of any chance or opportunity to save the galaxy in which we live. The catastrophe probably won't strike until long after we're both dead, but strike it will.”

“You assk me to accept a great deal, Flinx-friend.” Kiijeem made a gesture of first-degree uncertainty. “Thingss very highly educated adult nye would dissmiss as madness and delirium.”

“You haven't acquired their prejudices,” Flinx countered.

The youth contemplated his choices. “What if I sstill inssisst on ssharing thiss ‘experience’ of which you sspeak?”

Flinx closed his eyes, then opened them more slowly. “I told you that if you insisted, then we'd see. I can do what you request. I'm not sure you'd survive. Your mind is not fully developed and, more importantly, not like mine.”
Nobody's mind is like mine
, he knew, but there was nothing to be gained from further pursuing that line of reasoning
with Kiijeem. “Your mind is—I don't want to say ‘immature.’ It's fragile. Susceptible. Your experience of this existence is limited, your knowledge of worlds beyond confined to academics. Though we're not so very dissimilar in chronological age, I've spent most of my life doing nothing but
having
experiences. Intellectually, emotionally, and in many other ways I've become calloused.” Leaning forward suddenly, he reached out and took Kiijeem's right hand in his own. The swiftness of the softskin's act took the young AAnn by surprise.

“I don't want to hurt you, Kiijeem. I need your help. I would sacrifice my tail to gain it, if I had one. But I don't want to see you broken. I've seen it happen to others who got—who got too close to me and to what I know.”

How would the youth respond to such a plea? Flinx wondered anxiously. Among his own kind such language could easily be interpreted as a sign of weakness, of a lack of resolve and determination. The appeal was a very human thing to do. At the same time Flinx was being coolly calculating. If he shared all that he could with the youngster and the experience left the young AAnn comatose or dead, he would also be of no further use.

Kiijeem remained dubious. On the other hand, the softskin had been, insofar as Kiijeem had been able to tell, truthful and forthright in all that they had discussed between them. If the human was lying, in the end it would be worse for him than it would be for Kiijeem himself. The human must know that. Therefore, everything he had just chronicled was either an elaborate suicidal lie or …

Or he was telling the truth, preposterous as it seemed.

Kiijeem felt a tightening in his throat. The entire galaxy under threat of destruction. Perhaps not in time to imperil himself, but possibly his descendants, his extended family. The Imperial realm at risk. Or—nothing at all. Quite likely what he was hearing was little more than the imaginative ravings of a demented softskin.

There was one thing he could not bring himself to dispute. In the course of his life it was apparent that this Flinx had been compelled to make some difficult decisions. The human was brave or foolhardy or both. Which begged the question.

What then was Kiijeem AVMd?

One more time he allowed his eyes to meet the unnaturally round
ones of his visitor. He thought he saw something there. Or perhaps his imagination was also far-reaching.

“I think I know jusst the nye who can help.”

Kiijeem was not permitted to travel outside the family compound after a certain hour lest he find himself challenged by an older youth—or worse, an adult urgently in search of status. That meant they would have to cross part of the city in the daytime. The dense crowds among which they would find themselves would help to shield Flinx from the attention of security monitors, but the same concerns that had prevented him from trying to reach his desert touchdown site on his own still applied. Before they could go anywhere, they somehow had to change his appearance.

“The simsuit that allows me to pass as one of your kind is not malleable,” Flinx explained the following day. He held up the sophisticated skin so that his young host could marvel at the detail. “It allows me to do many things: simulate tail movement, flex claws, even operate both eye membranes. But I can't alter its appearance.”

“Truly, you have ssaid sso before.” Turning, Kiijeem reached back and dug around in the depths of the container that he used for hiding the rations that he had been smuggling out to his guest. “That iss why I have brought thiss.”

Kiijeem unfolded a square of plain brown, gauzy material. The lower edge was hemmed with a strip of heavier, darker brown that was almost bronze in color. Eyeing it dubiously, Flinx was not impressed.

“What am I supposed to do with that?” he wondered aloud. “Put it over my head?”

“Exactly.” Kiijeem held it out to the human. “It iss transslucent enough to ssee through, breathess well, and will completely massk your featuress from patrolling ssecurity perssonnel as well as automatic sscannerss.”

Taking the synthetic material, Flinx eyed it suspiciously. It weighed very little. “Won't I look silly walking around with this over my head?”

“Not ssilly.” Kiijeem corrected him somberly. “Pathetic.”

“Pathe …?” Flinx set the material aside. Pip immediately commenced an investigation of the intriguing soft folds. “Why? What does
the wearing of this signify? Come to think of it, I don't remember seeing it on any other nye.”

“Not all who are allowed to wear the
ijkk
choosse to do sso,” Kiijeem explained. “You ssee the metallic hem? The ijkk itsself ssignifiess a dessire for privacy. The color of the metal band indicatess that the wearer iss impotent.”

Flinx nearly smiled. “I mean no offense, Kiijeem, but I didn't know you were mature enough to be familiar with the concept.”

“Mature enough, ssoftsskin, to kill you if you continue to mock me.”

“Truly.” Flinx readily conceded the point even as he repressed a diffident smile. “Please accept my groveling contrition.” For good measure he added a second-degree gesture of apology.

Kiijeem was appropriately mollified. “No one will challenge the wearer of an ijkk that iss thussly hemmed. Indeed, painss will be taken to avoid you. Obsscured within, you may draw more attention than you are accusstomed to receiving from my sspeciess, but it will only be of the sstaring kind. Unless we happen to encounter a physsician who happenss to sspecialize in the treatment of ssuch biological dissorderss, no one iss likely to sspeak to you. Nor will you be challenged. The sstatuss of anyone who dared to do sso would immediately be diminisshed, not enlarged.”

On a human world a widow could obtain privacy by wearing a full head covering in black, Flinx knew. Here, the wearing of the brown, bronze-trimmed, veiling fabric signified a death of a different kind. No wonder Kiijeem had confidence in the simple disguise. To the ever-aggressive AAnn the loss of reproductive capability would be second only to death itself. Seeing one of their own so publicly garbed they would feel only pity and would go out of their way to respect the wretched nye's lamentable condition.