Weldon pushed Harley off toward the entrance.

The NASA man’s suggestion disturbed Xavier. He had tried to imagine what Earth would be like if everyone knew for sure that death wasn’t the end…that some part of them, some electrical memory, got uploaded to the universe…and, with the right technology, could be downloaded again into a new body. Take Momma…dying of cancer, going through all kinds of hell with chemo and radiation, having parts of her cut away.

If the Revenant technology existed on Earth, why, wouldn’t you just skip all that pain and horror? Wouldn’t you just go see a Dr. Death and be done with it, after arranging to be brought back, better, with no cancer?

And that was just good people like Momma. Look at Mr. Weldon—he wasn’t a criminal or a murderer. But knowing that death was temporary…he was talking about killing Mr. Bynum just to solve a problem.

How many people would feel the same way?

Xavier wasn’t sure he wanted to live in a world with Revenant technology.

But then, it didn’t appear that that was an option. Not with this Reivers threat.

Xavier appreciated Bynum’s energy and certainty. He was like a TV evangelist, the kind who had you convinced that angels were real…until five minutes after you changed to a different channel.

On the subject of a war, Xavier was leaning toward Shane Weldon’s point of view. Bugs were a problem; Xavier hated most of them.

But how could the Architects, people who could build Keanu, travel between the stars, who held the power of life and death…how the hell could they be seriously threatened by termites?

The twilight landscape of the habitat certainly appeared calm. Xavier had already made some nice friends among the HBs. He would hate to think of them dying, even if they could be reborn.

Harley and Weldon rolled back to the group. “Okay,” Harley said, “a mayoral decision. Vikram and Bynum, get to work eradicating these bugs. I don’t care what chemical you have to develop, just do it ASAP.”

“Fine,” Nayar said. “Then what?”

“Then we work on defending the Temple. It’s our major source of food and water now, and it’s the only place where we have access to weapons and high tech.”

“So you’re not going to be proactive,” Bynum said. “The Reivers will have this place overrun in two days. And they’re not nice about it. Everyone out there will be dead.”

Before Harley could offer an argument, three strange things happened very quickly.

First, a voice behind Xavier said, “Hey, people!” Gabriel Jones was not only standing, he almost looked like his old self. “Am I the only one around here with eyes?”

He pointed to the Temple opening, which was the second strange thing:

Sasha Blaine was there. With her was Camilla, her eyes wide with fear.

The third thing was a scream from somewhere far out in the habitat.

Part Six

Not sure I’m digging the space exploration experience. Used to think it might be cool, even after my dad got involved in it (though not so much from that point on, because your parents’ work, no matter how cool, is NEVER cool).

What’s the point? The ride doesn’t look to be that much fun, unless you like crazy roller coasters. The voyage makes you ache and throw up, usually. And when you get to some new planet, you have to carry your air and water and tools—or hope to make them there. Yeah, that’s a strategy: Let’s replicate a few hundred or thousand years of human history this afternoon.

And, what happens if you run into somebody that doesn’t want you there?

KEANU-PEDIA BY PAV, ENTRY #5

THE PRISONER

The former Prisoner now had companions. Or enemies.

Or food creatures.

Life on the home world was seven times seven times seven cycles in the far past. To the Prisoner, that life was a myth filled with improbable vistas and ridiculous activities. Imagine being able to swim in a straight line for more than a seventh of a cycle! Or to dive to a depth greater than the height of seven of the People!

Nevertheless, for all its skepticism, the Prisoner spoke the language of its ancestors, using the same terms. It was disconcerting to be confronted with situations for which it had no words.

As in this case: There were no other intelligent races on the home world, only the People; other ambulatory beings were divided into food creatures of the sea and enemies from the land.

Which category were the Prisoner’s new companions to be? They were land creatures, and land was traditionally the home of the People’s enemies. But the habitat was not the traditional environment.

Were the land creatures food? Their smell was neutral; their size was acceptable (the Prisoner could easily subdue, then rend one of them). Yet they had provided medical assistance and, far more important, had effectuated an end to imprisonment; social norms required the Prisoner to respond in kind, helping them to communicate, for example.

Attacking and eating them would simply be wrong, especially when the Prisoner still possessed a food source.

The problem remained. The Prisoner was forced to reach into an unused part of its vocabulary to class the companions with smaller, sleeker creatures from the home world that frequently accompanied individual members of the People on food-gathering swims, feasting on creatures the People did not eat.

From a distance, the creatures could have passed for smaller members of the People, except that they possessed only two arms.

That was it: Two Arms.

The encounter with these Two Arms had been troubling for other reasons. First, their speed was exhausting. Second, their anomalous presence; the Prisoner believed it knew all of the races resident in this world, outside the People’s habitat. It and the Connate had been told the stories and shown the images for close to seven different types, from the Air Creatures to the Mud Crawlers.

What was the Two Arms’ relationship to the People? Clearly they knew of them—and showed no overt hostility or fear.

Of course, given the Prisoner’s hostile relationship with its own People, that was hardly to the Two Arms’ credit. The Prisoner was prepared to believe, however, that the Two Arms possessed no detailed knowledge of the People’s activities or conflicts. Likely they had no idea of the Prisoner’s existence until their meeting.

Well, now they did. And the Prisoner was bound to them.

But beyond politeness, the key factor in determining the nature and tenure of the relationship was this:

Did the Two Arms know of the Ravagers? If not, they would soon. Best to act as if they did. It would be best to assume they did.

The vital question was this: Which side would the Two Arms choose? If they chose to be allies, all would be good.

If they chose to be enemies, well, then, with looming regret for the rudeness of repaying kindness with violence, the Two Arms might have to be eliminated and even consumed.

The Prisoner regretted the option, but actions taken by the Connate and the People made such violence inevitable.

The Prisoner’s own relationship with the Ravagers was fraught; it had changed twice, and, given imprisonment and lack of contact, might be non-existent.

No matter. The Prisoner was still forced to act as if nothing had changed during the imprisonment. Understandings had been reached. Courses of action had been decided.

The first required action had been to gain control of the Warship. That, however, would have required time and lack of pursuit.

The Connate and others knew of the Prisoner’s escape and were on the trail already. Reaching the control habitat was no longer possible.