A
single beam of light shone through the deep, murky waters. A single spot of
azure in a sea of darkness. The light stopped perhaps two or three yards
beneath the surface, and in its path, nothing moved. On the surface of the
water, a shiny substance swirled in a rainbow pattern then floated away. The
colors were like nothing that had been seen in nearly a thousand years.
There
was a dank, musty smell at the water’s surface; it was only noticeable from a
few inches away. It was a decaying smell, one that came from decomposition
lasting many years. Above that, the air was fresh and clean, almost pleasant.
Blackness
stretched for miles around without anything in the heavens or on the earth to
break the monotony. The flashlight’s thin beam skated over the flat, barren
surface. Only the water’s soft lapping gave any indication of movement on the
planet. The flashlight’s range was long, but it showed nothing but what had
already been seen. It was like being dropped into a black hole. Nothing moved,
nothing lived. The quiet that pervaded the air only added to the eerie
atmosphere.
Cambria inhaled sharply, comforted by the
sound of her own breath. She’d thought she would be used to this now, the
wrongness of entering a planet that was not her own. She’d been wrong. Even
without another sign of life, she felt as though she were intruding on someone
else’s world. God, she loved it.
She
took another deep breath and counted slowly to ten, then looked down at the
instrument on her watch. It was a good thing the device was lighted on its own.
The lamps they had been provided with barely gave off enough light to see. She
focused in on the glowing green light, reading with careful attention.
Oxygen. Nitrogen.
Hydrogen. Carbon. Good, everything
they needed to survive, and in the right levels too. She waited a few more
seconds, but no gases that were toxic to them flashed across the screen. With a
sigh of relief this time, she eased the helmet off her head. Her light hair
tumbled down her back as it was knocked loose.
She
took in a deep breath, this time not to comfort herself, but to feel the fresh
air. The air in the matchbox sized enclosures they called shuttles was always
stale. She’d spent enough time on them to know. It felt good to breathe again.
"Akaela?"
she asked, tasting the words on her lips. Everything sounded different on the
different planets. The name was no exception. Her second in command saluted her
sharply and slipped her own helmet off. Cambria smiled, amused by her
insistence to follow protocol so far from the place they called home and in so
foreign a world. She wanted so badly to stretch and just feel the world
around her, but her sense of duty forced her to make sure the rest of her crew
had adapted as easily as she had.
She
quickly counted heads, assuring herself they were moving. Kedrien was there,
next to Christiano and Gage. She felt relief flood through her when she
realized they’d all made it. Kedrien nodded briefly at her before turning his
attention back to the equipment.
They
were all so predictable, she thought, watching them. Not that she was
complaining about that. It helped her to know their attention would be on their
respective jobs so soon after landing. Christiano was already setting things
up. She knew she had him to thank for even the scant amount of light they did
have. It would have been the first thing he thought of on impact.
She
sighed. Her crew. Unique in their different ways and always so reliable. She
didn’t know what she’d do without them.
She
crouched at the bottom of the platform that extended away from the pod they had
arrived in. It was slippery from the water that had splashed over it, which
could only mean one thing. Oil. Excitement bubbled up inside her. To have found
oil here, in this planet of only water, would mean more to them than anything
else. They’d heard so much about oil in the programs and transcripts they’d
been able to decode, but no one had ever really seen it. It was supposed to be
a good fuel source.
She
laughed then. A fuel source? As though they needed more of those. As though
anything could be a better energy source than the sunlight they already had.
But, oh, variety… It would be such a novelty to recreate their ancestors’
machines, as antiquated as they were.
Shaking
her head, she turned and rose all in one lovely, fluid motion. She needed to
check on the gear in the lower compartment. Hopefully they hadn’t forgotten
anything and would all be able to go down beneath the surface. She inched
carefully across the deck, knowing better than to fall into the water. The air
might be safe, but they didn’t yet know what exactly was in the water. At least
they knew that it was water.
"Captain
Mihlovic," Gage said as she passed him, saluting her with respect.
"The pod survived the landing safely. All components are working
correctly."
She
sighed softly. What was it about this crew that kept them insisting on such
formality? She’d worked with them for nearly six years. She didn’t know how
many times she’d asked them to call her by her first name. It almost wasn’t
worth the effort of asking anymore. "Thank you, Gage," she responded,
ignoring his title pointedly.
He
nodded briefly at her before turning his attention back to the pod. She didn’t
think he’d even noticed. She began moving to the door once again, passing
Christiano on her way. He’d finished assembling the equipment and was now
performing various tests on the water. If they were lucky, there wouldn’t be
anything in the water that would destroy their suits on contact.
They
were always lucky, though. She’d heard horror stories about crews who had all
died from similar experiences. To date, she’d not lost a crew member yet. She
prayed this voyage would be the same.
Looking
around, she didn’t see anything that could possibly be detrimental to their
mission. In fact, it looked remarkably similar to her own planet. Or at least
to one of the oceans on her planet. Her planet had just a bit more land than
the one she was one. Which could be because this planet didn’t seem to have any
at all.
But
then, one never knew… They hadn’t even gotten around to exploring it, and there
had been a few small things the radar had picked up that could be small
islands. Very small islands, but islands nonetheless. She was surprised they
hadn’t seen any life yet. But then, this was a very old planet. Maybe there had
been life at some point. They just didn’t know.
She
hoped they weren’t in for any nasty surprises.
The
door leading into the pod slid open with a low hiss in front of her. She made
her way into the small holding area that served as the decontamination area, at
least on most of their voyages, and pressed one of the many buttons on the
wall. The door glided shut behind her. Without even a rumble, the room shifted
down. She waited impatiently for it to stop. When it did, she almost ran out of
the makeshift elevator and into adjoining room. She couldn’t wait to see what
was below the surface.
She
moved over to the cabinet that held the equipment they would need: larger
oxygen tanks, the dive suits, and an assembly of various other things. Good.
There were five sets of each, which was exactly what they needed. She checked
each over carefully, not leaving anything to chance or to the carelessness of
others. When she was satisfied they were all still working as they should be,
without holes or weak spots, she quickly stripped out of her heavy outer suit,
shedding all but the necessary garments. The dive suit went on over top,
followed by the straps and buckles that secured her air tank. She caught a
glimpse of herself in one of the reflective surfaces and grinned. She looked
like a character out of one of those cheap movies. Oh, well. They all had to
wear them, so there wasn’t any reason for her to feel self-conscious.
Snagging
a mask from the shelf, she went back to the small chamber she’d entered from
and pressed another button. The room spun around and headed back to the top of
the pod. She exited it as soon as the doors opened, facing the dim light and
surrounding blackness with something like exhilaration. Gage leaned back from
the object he had been taking apart and looked at her expectantly. She signaled
he should also get suited up. He stood and followed her earlier path into the
shuttle, disappearing almost as soon as he stepped inside.
Christiano addressed her without bothering to
look up from the screen in front of him. "The water is safe. There’s some
sort of metal deposit between the ground and us. I’m not sure what it is
exactly. Maybe iron?" He typed a few more lines into the keyboard.
"The ground itself looks close. Maybe seven or eight hundred feet away. We
picked a good spot."
He still hadn’t looked up at her, she noted.
He must be finding this far more interesting than the last planet, which had
bored him almost to tears. It had been all she could do to keep him interested
enough to finish his job. Maybe it was the planet’s close resemblance to their
own that intrigued them. It was hard to tell.
Especially
with Christiano. He was probably the most private member of their little
family—and it had become a family. After six years of working so closely
together in such a small group, there wasn’t much that they didn’t know about
each other. Each of them had a story, and most of the stories weren’t pleasant.
This was their escape. She knew it was hers.
All
twenty-seven years of her life she’d been escaping, and now was no exception.
She didn’t know how to live when she wasn’t running away. From the time she’d
been little, there had always been something. For as long as she could
remember…
It
had started with her abusive father at age five. Her mother had remarried after
the death of her first husband. Her new husband was a middle-class construction
worker. He would come home some nights too frustrated with his job to deal with
it on his own; some nights he would be too tired or injured. Whatever the
reason, he had started to turn to alcohol. The nights he drank had become more
and more frequent, until it was a miracle to see him sober. Eventually he began
to beat them. Neither Cambria nor her twin siblings had escaped his wrath. She
had done what she could to protect them, but to no avail. When he was finished
with her, he simply moved to them. Her mother ignored it, saying she loved him
and he loved her and her children. Of course he wouldn’t do anything like that.
Cambria’s jaw tightened in memory. Of course he hadn’t… At least not in front
of her. He had been too careful. Her mother had believed him when he’d told her
one of the twins had fallen or they had been playing too hard the day before.
She had had no reason not to. Later on, her parents had told the people at the
hospital the same thing. They hadn’t believed them, but there wasn’t really
anything they could do. None of the children would admit their stepfather beat
them and they had no real proof. They had released them back into his custody
with a sad smile and the hope that they wouldn’t see the children again. Which,
of course, they had. Far too many times to count.
Finally
her stepfather had died from a heart attack with a bottle of whiskey and a bag
of popcorn at the kitchen table. They had hid their relief while comforting
their mother. She had been so overcome with grief that they had hospitalized
her. The doctors said that she had died of that grief, but Cambria knew better.
She had overdosed on the pills they had let her keep in her room. They had
found her dead during rounds one morning. They thought no one knew, but Cambria
did. And she knew it was for the best. Her mother wouldn’t have lasted on her
own. With the man she had married, she had at least had the illusion of
happiness. When he died, she didn’t even have that.
They had been put in foster care then, without
any family willing to take them. And there was another four years of running,
until she had turned eighteen and was free to live on her own. She couldn’t
count the number of times she had run away. But finally, she had been free. She
had adopted the twins as soon as they had let her. They had suffered, though,
during their time as foster children. They had grown apart from her and didn’t
trust her like they used to. It had saddened her, but she had accepted it.
She’d had to. At eighteen, it was hard to deal with finding a reliable job and
managing a set of fifteen-year-olds, especially without help.
It was then she had met Trevan. Trevan had
been just like her father. Had been. She didn’t know what he was like now. It
had taken him about two years to show his true colors. When he had, they hadn’t
been pretty. She knew better than to fall into the same trap as her mother. It
had only taken that one beating to convince Cambria to get away.
It had taken three years to actually do it.
The twins had been gone by then, having left
in their separate directions. Maybe they had gone together. She didn’t know.
She hadn’t seen them since they had become legal adults. The day before their
birthday, they had been there, as sullen and withdrawn as ever, and the next,
they had just been gone.
They hadn’t even said good-bye.
A sudden prickly awareness danced up her
spine, pulling her out of her reverie. Kedrien was watching her. So was the
rest of her crew. They were all suited up now, regarding her quietly and
expectantly. She flushed a dull red, embarrassed at having been caught in her
memories. She only hoped her face hadn’t expressed the emotions she had been
feeling. She wanted to keep her past where it was: in the past.
She moved in front of her crew, pushing the
last painful thoughts away. "Are we ready?" she asked calmly, waiting
to make sure she knew they were all prepared, both mentally and physically.
When they nodded or responded affirmatively,
she knew they were ready. Her crew knew better than to lie to her about
something so important. They waited when it was necessary. She didn’t bother
going over the necessary precautions or the steps they needed to follow. All of
them had been on voyages before. So many times, in fact, that it was
unnecessary to explain most things to them. They’d already done them enough to
know and remember.
They worked well together, she thought as she
slipped the mask down over her eyes to cover the only part of exposed skin on
her body. Almost too well. She didn’t know what she would do if she had to take
part in a mission without them.
She really needed to start concentrating on
what she was doing. It wasn’t getting any lighter out—for that matter, it
wasn’t getting any darker, either. But they were still wasting time that could
be spent on other things.
She checked once more to make sure she had
everything she would need under the water, flipping on her air tank as she did
so. Cool, clean oxygen flooded into her mask, fogging it slightly before it
melted away. She breathed deep, then reached down to grab one of the cables
lying on the platform. It was perhaps two inches thick and made out of a heavy
yet flexible metal. She attached it to her belt and then turned back to face
the darkness. Around her, she could feel her crew following her example.
Suppressing her excitement as best as she could, she held herself back for just
a moment. Her muscles tensed in anticipation.
Then, letting the full import of what was
going to happen hit her, she dove into the water as gracefully as was possible.
The cable trailed behind her, slack and heavy, keeping her attached to the
boat. Just in case. Somehow, she needed to find her way back.
Something told her the precautions were
necessary.
There was a splash before the icy chill of the
water closed around her. She absently adjusted the temperature of her suit to a
more comfortable level as she switched on the lights that were attached to her
gear. The black immediately lightened to a cool blue around her, allowing her
to see three or four yards around herself. There was nothing but water now, but
eventually, maybe even soon, they would see something. Some premonition
told her it was going to be important.
Beside her, another light clicked on,
extending the area of visibility. She looked over to see Akaela signaling they
were ready to go farther down as the rest of the crew members turned on their
lamps. She signaled back in understanding before tapping the button on her
headgear that allowed them to communicate with each other.
"It’s cold down here," Christiano’s
strong voice had a metallic, tinny sound to it, like he was talking into a tin
can. She could hear his awe at the same time. Good. He was definitely not
bored.
"Adjust your suit," she heard Gage reprimand
him mildly. There were faint scratching noises as Christiano groped for the
button. A quick sigh of relief. She grinned to herself. The same thing happened
every time they did this.
"I’m going down," she told them,
knowing they would follow her. She pushed herself through the water at a
decline. The suit automatically adjusted to accommodate the changes in pressure
as she went deeper into the ocean. The water flowed smoothly around her, as
though she were swimming through silk.
It was incredibly clear below the surface. The
water held a crystal clarity that came from years of being undisturbed. She
guessed the range of visibility was maybe three hundred feet, although she
couldn’t be sure, because all she could see was water. Besides, their lights
didn’t reach that far. She wanted to be surprised when they found the seafloor
anyway. It made the exploration that much more exciting. She was slightly
disturbed by the fact that they still hadn’t seen any life. There should have
been something. It was the perfect atmosphere to create life. That much was
obvious. After all, it was almost identical to their own.
When they’d made it down almost two hundred
feet, she finally saw something move. It was small, granted, but still, it was
life. The fish-like creature glided past her without even stopping to look at
her. She wasn’t surprised. She assumed it wasn’t used to creatures like her. It
wouldn’t see her as a danger.
The colors in this world were amazing. There
were so many different hues of each color of the spectrum and even ones beyond
that. She’d never seen anything like it. There were colors there she couldn’t
even put a name to because she’d never seen them before. It was so blue.
Of course, they were underwater, so that could have something to do with it.
Especially since water was blue.
Laughing at herself, she continued down. More
fish floated by. They were all approximately the same size, no bigger than her
hand span. There were a large variety of them, many of which she’d never seen
before on any of the planets she’d visited. And what were those things on their
backs? Another type of fin? The fish on her planet had only two of them, one on
each side. How odd…
And that was just one of the things. The fish
were blowing bubbles from curious slits on the sides of their bodies. One’s
entire body shimmered with a sort of silvery sheen over a base color that was
somewhere between blue and red. Its opaque black eyes stared vaguely in front
of it and it continued on its path, unseeing.
It seemed very lifeless, except for the thing
it was doing with the air. And that it was moving. Twitching, to be more exact.
It moved jerkily from side to side in something like spasms. It wasn’t smooth
at all, not like the fish she had seen in her lifetime. Maybe it wasn’t really
a fish. She made a movement that would have passed for a shrug outside of the
wet suit. They’d find out soon enough.
Another hundred feet passed by quickly. Still
no change. She was eager to see what was at the bottom. They were now almost
four hundred feet below the surface. There were more fish now, hundreds of
them. They swam in schools around her.
"This is amazing," Gage said into
her ear. She knew he was addressing all of them, but it somehow seemed like it
was meant just for her. It was incredible. Of all the planets they’d
encountered, they had never seen any with life so close to the kind on their
own. If only it weren’t immersed in water, it would be exactly like their
planet.
"The metal deposit is close,"
Christiano answered, more interested in his job than in what they were seeing
around them. She glanced in his direction to see him focused on the instrument
he held in his hand. She sighed, forgetting it would be echoed through the
communications system.
Wishing he would stop being so uptight and
just explore, she shoved her excitement aside and asked, "How soon will we
see it?"
He was a moment in answering. "It’s one
hundred and fifty three feet ahead. It should come up a little to the right. We
won’t be able to miss it. It’s huge."
She didn’t answer. Her attention was back on
the fish that swam around her. The farther down they went, the more numerous
they became. Except for their size, they seemed to be a very developed life
form. Then, realizing she had to focus on her job, she turned her concentration
in the direction the deposit of metal was supposed to be. It wasn’t long in
coming.
It rose out of the darkness like a giant
hulking ship, looming at them with all the grace of a mountain. Cambria’s
breath caught in her throat as she stared at it in wonder. The sheer size of it
amazed her, not only because of its deformity, but also because it just wasn’t
possible.
"It can’t be," Akaela breathed in
her ear. "How…?"
She heard Kedrien gasp as he saw it, then
Gage’s reaction, followed by Christiano’s silence. That could only mean one
thing; they were as shocked as she was. Her gaze traveled over the smooth lines
and carefully constructed contours and then over the details that simply
couldn’t be there.
"Cambria?" Gage turned his body toward
her, his bewilderment evident in every move he made. "Please tell me that
isn’t what I think it is."
She understood. Everything they’d thought
about their lives was being changed this very minute. And there was nothing
they could do about it but accept it. Every story they’d been told, every myth
they’d heard—all of it was suddenly true.
"It was true," she heard Kedrien
whisper in disbelief, echoing her own thoughts. Christiano didn’t say anything
at all. She knew better than to think he wasn’t affected by it. His silence
told her he was.
They hung there, suspended in the water,
staring at the object in front of them. None of them were sure how to react to
this discovery, which was more monumental than any discovery they had made
before.
A building. On a planet a millions of miles
from where they came from. On a planet that was unexplored. It really wasn’t
possible. But the evidence loomed before them, unable to be explained and proof
that couldn’t be ignored.
She felt chills dancing up inside of her. All
the stories she had been told as a child about the effect her actions could
have and all of the horror stories about destroying the planet suddenly came
back to her. She willed herself to calm down. She didn’t need to jump to any
conclusions right now. This could be explained in a hundred different ways.
Couldn’t it?
She certainly hoped so.
Then Christiano, always practical, asked
something that hadn’t had a chance to occur to any of them yet. "Do you
think it’s stable?"
She was snapped out of her initial shock. She
pulled herself together slowly, letting her eyes run over the glass and metal
that composed the building one more time. "Get a reading on the
supports," she said, knowing that the one whose job it was would respond.
Gage answered her almost immediately.
"It’s stable," he responded. "Whoever or whatever built this did
a damned good job."
Which meant it had clearly been an advanced
civilization. It was too well constructed to have been an accident. And from
the look of it, it had been there for quite a long time. They didn’t know the
growth rate of the plants that were growing on all sides of it, but if they
were anything at all like the ones on her planet, it would have taken decades
for that kind of buildup. Given the other life she had seen, she was assuming
that it was like theirs.
"Let’s go in," she suggested.
That was all her crew had been waiting for.
Kedrien started toward it immediately. He was being cautious, but she could
feel his excitement at the prospect of exploring the work of such an advanced
civilization. Christiano and Gage followed him more slowly, both checking their
computers for different things.
Cambria and Akaela swam toward it as well.
"Wait," she told them. "I go in first."
None of them argued with her. They’d already
lost the argument too many times before to try it again now. They also
understood. Any commander that allowed their crew to go before them wasn’t much
of a commander. But if the commander was willing to die before they did, then
that was a commander worth having. Because then they didn’t have to worry about
their own safety. Their commander wouldn’t let them enter into anything she
wasn’t willing to do herself.
Gage and Christiano were right behind her,
however, protecting her as best as they could. Just because they appreciated
the fact that she would put herself in danger for them didn’t mean they wanted
her to get hurt. That was something they tried to avoid.
They waited just long enough for her to get in
front of them. It was only that long they could hold themselves back.
She swam toward the only broken window in the
building, which was located in the middle of the top floor, but once she was
there, she hesitated. The possibilities of what could be in there were endless.
Then, steeling herself, she swam through the opening and its halo of shattered
glass.
It was a room, and a large one at that. Debris
littered the floor around objects… Objects that looked like furniture. A
delighted laugh escaped her. There was furniture. It was somewhat crude
compared to what she was used to, but it was still furniture. She could pick
out something that resembled a chair and then there was a desk… It was amazing.
"What is this?" Kedrien
asked. He looked around the room with the same awe she was displaying, but
there was something like fear in his gaze as well. He couldn’t comprehend the
enormity of what this meant.
"It’s furniture," Akaela answered,
her voice as subdued as the look on her face. The hollow echo of her voice
through the communications system did nothing to hide her emotions.
He
sighed somewhat impatiently. "I know that. I want to know what it’s doing
here."
Cambria
answered him, slightly annoyed. "We’ll find out, won’t we? It makes sense
that there is furniture in the building. What doesn’t make sense is the
building itself, or the fact that there’s a sign of civilization at all."
Her
earlier question had been answered in more detail than she had expected. They
had found a sign of life on the planet all right. But more than that, they had
found a civilization almost parallel to their own, if not quite so advanced.
"It’s
not a priority right now," Christiano jumped in, coming to Cambria’s aid.
"What we need to do is keep exploring."
His
shadowed blue eyes were fixed grimly on the desk and its contents. She had the
feeling he had come to a decision of some sort, but what it was about she
didn’t know. At least she had one ally in the group. It helped her just a
little.
"Then
let’s go," Gage added, making an effort to soothe the situation over. He
pushed himself through the water towards the narrow doorway.
Cambria followed him quickly. She still wasn’t
convinced that this excursion was going to be safe. The strange little
premonition nagged at her...
"Cambria, do you see it?" Akaela
gasped through her microphone. "It looks almost like a computer!" She
propelled herself forward toward the bulky object.
The object was small, a pale color somewhere
between gray and tan. At the front--what she thought was the front--was a solid
black block of color. Sitting at the base of the large box was an oblong, flat
object with...
Keys.
The device was a computer, all right, complete
with all the features of the ones at home. It was larger--maybe a little
bulkier--than normal, but they couldn’t deny what it was. She stared at it,
amazed, while one phrase repeated itself over and over in her head: What if it
was true?
Gage’s voice was urgent. "Cambria, let me
take this back to the ship. I want to see if I can get it working again. If it
works..." He let his voice trail off.
If it worked? The machine had been buried
underwater for god knows how many years. They didn’t know if it was anything
like the computers they had at home. Just because it looked like their machines
didn’t mean anything.
"No one goes anywhere alone," she
said finally. She had to admit her curiosity was piqued, but she still doubted.
She still didn’t want to think what this could mean to their civilization. The
implications were impossible. She didn’t want to think about it.
Akaela made that unavoidable. She had been
examining the computer, but now she stopped and turned toward them. Quietly,
her voice more serious than any of them had ever heard it, she asked, "Is
it possible that this could be... Earth?"
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