Snippet – The Lone World (Ark Royal 19)

5 Dec

Prologue I

From: Admiral Paul Mason, Director of Alpha Black, Special Projects

To: Admiral Susan Onarina, First Space Lord

Note: Personal Message, Top Secret


I wish I could offer you a preliminary report on the Dyson System and the Dyson Spheres – one intact and populated, one seemingly in ruins – based on data gathered by HMS Endeavour during her voyage to Dyson.  Unfortunately, I cannot.  The sheer volume of data gathered – which has almost certainly not scratched the surface – makes it impossible to draw any real conclusions.  We are left, instead, with a disturbing mystery.  Frankly, I feel like the fisherman who went fishing for minnows and somehow dragged from the water a very angry shark.  Even if there is no guiding intelligence surviving within the sphere, the fact remains the mere existence of alien supertechnology – still working, after untold millions of years – will upset the balance of power, as well as our understanding of the universe, beyond all hope of repair.

It is hard, even, to know when and where to begin.

Certain things are clear, right from the start.  The Dyson Aliens – termed the Builders – developed gravity control to a level so far in advance of our own that the Catapult, the most advanced gravity manipulation device we have designed and built, looks like nothing more than sticks and stones.  The material they used to build the spheres – termed Unobtainium by someone who clearly had too much time on his hands – has defied analysis, but is effectively indestructible, at least to human technology.  They use focused gravity beams to steer objects around the interior of the sphere – termed Fists – and, we assume, laid down an extended tramline.  We can also deduce that they are capable of both opening wormholes on a planetary scale – every star system near Dyson has been largely swept clear, with nothing larger than a small comet logged by human probes – and using gravity beams to tear apart planets and asteroids for raw materials.  I submit to you that it is not in Britain’s interests to let anyone get their hands on such technology.

Worse, however, is the presence of human settlers on the intact sphere. 

They are clearly human, although there are some divergent traces in their DNA that suggests they were taken from Earth hundreds of thousands of years ago.  (Their architecture bears a certain resemblance to Native American designs, specifically Aztec, Inca and Maya, but we believe this is merely a coincidence.)  The simple fact we encountered them on the very first – unplanned – landing on the sphere suggests human settlements are widespread, although we cannot be sure.  The possibility of running into other species – known and unknown – cannot be ruled out.  Long-range sensors were inconclusive and indeed, there is some speculation that the Builders were actively interfering with the sensors.  It cannot be proven one way or the other. 

We don’t know why these humans were taken from Earth and settled on the sphere.  We do know that they were placed in a trap.  They lack the raw materials to develop anything more advanced than bows and arrows – before our team arrived, they didn’t even have the wheel – and there was no hope of them ever managing to climb out of the gravity well.  It is true that certain mountains on the sphere reach up into low orbit, or the local counterpart, but anyone without proper survival gear would perish well before they reached a point where they could launch themselves into space.  Even if they did, the automated defences would likely fire on them.  It was very lucky, to say the least, that Endeavour was able to recover her crewmen and escape before she was destroyed. 

It is easy to argue that the Builders passed through the Sol System hundreds of thousands of years ago and that they are no longer around today.  The apparent collapse of Dyson One – and the presumed death of its entire population – certainly suggests the Builders are no longer interested in maintaining their technology.  That may be true, although the mere fact that someone kidnapped a breeding population from Earth should be worrying even if they became extinct long before we had even the merest hint of their existence.  Did they want to preserve samples of our biosphere (and presumably others)?  Did they want to save us from ourselves, as some insist, or did they want to put humans in zoos?  We have done as much, to species we considered lesser – and to a species that builds on their scale, we must look very lesser indeed.

And yet, we are left with a disturbing mystery.  The Builders were clearly interested in monitoring the Virus, without seeming to do anything to stop it.  They left artefacts of unknown purpose within a number of systems, artefacts that were only discovered through chance.  (I should add, at this point, that some researchers believe it wasn’t chance; the artefacts chose to reveal themselves to us.)  If there are similar artefacts within our own systems, and those of our alien allies, they have yet to be found.  I am not optimistic about locating them, if indeed they exist.  They may be remarkable, but they are little more than dust motes on the scale of an entire solar system.

I believe that solving the mystery behind the Dyson Spheres and their Builders must now become our priority.  It is vitally important we track down the Builders to ask them some pointed questions, or confirm to our own satisfaction that they are truly gone.  A secondary priority, of course, is to master their technology for ourselves.  If we succeed in doing so, there will be no limited; contrariwise, if someone else masters it first, the entire Royal Navy will become obsolete overnight.  The alien energy weapons, observed during the first exploration of the sphere, are powerful enough to slice through a battleship effortlessly … and that, I’m afraid, is only just scratching the surface.  We could be on the brink of a full-fledged Lensmen Arms Race – or about to be crushed effortlessly.  It did not take even a day for my researchers to come up with interesting and lethal uses of observed alien technology.  I dare say other countries are already coming up with their own ideas.

With that in mind, I have the following suggestions …

Prologue II: Beijing, China

There were no visible security measures, as Admiral He Tianya stepped into the government penthouse, but he wasn’t fool enough to think they didn’t exist.  The city had been the core of China’s Government for so long the security forces had no trouble in controlling everything from the government complexes to the universities, factories and the slums beyond the security barriers.  There was no privacy, not even for the elite.  Nothing was said or done, nothing at all, that was not recorded in a government database and cross-checked by algorithms primed to watch for potential dissidents.  It was impossible for dissidents to exist, he’d been assured; the slightest hint of dissidence was enough to get someone exiled to the work camps, or simply blacklisted until they saw fit to submit themselves for re-education. And the algorithms were never wrong …

He schooled his face into a blank mask as he looked around the luxurious office, promising himself – once again – that one day he’d have such an office himself.  No expense had been spared, from the wooden desk to the comfortable chairs, drinks cabinet and fancy paintings lining the walls.  A couple had been changed, he noted, since his last visit.  His eyes lingered on the missing faces, all too aware it was the only clue he’d have to how power had shifted over the last few months.  The committee’s inner workings and debates were never shared with outsiders.  Their decisions, when they made them, were presented unanimously.

“Admiral,” the Chairman said.  His voice was soft, almost polite, with nary a hint he could have Tianya – or anyone – dragged away and shot on a whim.  He looked like a businessman in a simple black suit, but it was so elegantly tailored that anyone who looked at him would know he was a man of wealth and power.  “Please.  Be seated.”

Tianya took a seat, bracing himself.  It was unlikely he’d been summoned for a dressing down from the Chairman himself, not when he knew he’d done nothing worthy of a private scolding.  Besides, if he had, he’d have been quietly escorted away and disappeared.  No one would have lifted a finger in his defence, if the committee wanted him gone.  And that meant …

The Chairman said nothing for a long moment, then tapped his console.  A holographic image appeared in front of them, a pair of Dyson Spheres.  Tianya fought to keep his expression under tight control.  The spheres were a work of engineering so far in advance of humanity’s that he knew there was no way they could be matched, not now and perhaps never.  He’d heard the early reports, passed through international communications channels, and wondered – despite himself – if they were hoaxes.  It wouldn’t be the first time someone had reported something incredible, and impossible.  Giant alien starships, omnipotent entities bent on testing humanity … none, somehow, allowing themselves to be recorded.  But if the Chairman believed the spheres were real.

“The British dispatched a deep-space survey vessel into the region beyond Virus Prime,” the Chairman said.  “Our intelligence suggested they knew something and so we assigned a starship to shadow their ship at a safe distance.  Haikoufollowed them through an impossible tramline and found an even more impossible pair of Dyson Spheres; one cracked and broken, the other with a human population.  I would not have believed it if we hadn’t had reports from our own ship.”

“Yes, sir,” Tianya said.  His mind raced.  Why was the Chairman discussing the matter with him?  It had been highly-classified, of course – he hadn’t heard anything about the spheres on the public datanet and he doubted he ever would – but it didn’t need the Chairman’s personal attention.  “The report is quite remarkable.”

“Yes,” the Chairman agreed.  “Advanced technology, at least thousands of years old, and still functional.  Could anything of ours last so long?”

Tianya considered it, briefly.  “No, sir,” he said.  “Certainly nothing on the same scale.”

“And the potential of the technology is staggering,” the Chairman added.  For the first time, there was a hint of emotion in his voice.  “What could we do with such power?  What could we not do?”

“It would be incredible,” Tianya agreed, studying the hologram.  The largest man-made structure was the Heinlein Shipyard, put together by the United States Navy … and the Dyson Spheres made it look like a children’s toy.  “We could do anything.”

The Chairman nodded, slowly.  Tianya looked at him and had a sudden flash of insight.  The Chairman was as close to omnipotent as any human ever became, a man with more personal power than anyone else on the planet.  The American President or the British Prime Minister were powerful, too, but their power was hedged by checks and balances designed to prevent them from becoming tyrants.  The Chairman had no such formal barriers to supreme power.  As long as he was careful, and kept the committee from uniting against him, he could do pretty much whatever he liked.  China was lucky, Tianya supposed, that the Chairman had few vices.  He could have surrounded himself with wealth beyond the dreams of the empires of old, a harem of women, or … or anything, anything at all.  Power was his one real vice …

… And the Builders made him look like an ant.

Tianya had been a spacer too long to risk deluding himself.  The Builders had casually dismantled a number of planets, just to build a pair of Dyson Spheres.  The Builders had warped space itself, laying down at least one extended tramline, and swept the known universe and beyond for intelligent life to populate their spheres.  He had no idea if the dismantled worlds had had intelligent life of their own – intelligence was relatively rare – but there was no way to be sure.  China was a superpower, one of the three most powerful nations on Earth and beyond, and the Builders could crush her effortlessly.  They might not even notice!  And the Chairman, the most powerful man on the planet, was nothing to them.

It was hard, even for an experienced officer, to keep his thoughts under control.  The sheer size of the sphere was daunting.  How much worse must it be, he wondered, to climb to the top of the tree, only to discover it wasn’t the biggest tree in the wood?  He’d wondered, once, why so many of his ancestors hadn’t tried to adapt, when the westerners arrived to impose unequal treaties and threaten to carve up their country into colonies.  He knew now.  And the gulf between China and the West had been tiny, compared to the gap between mankind and the Builders.  It might never be surmounted.

“You have been selected for a very special mission,” the Chairman said.  “If you succeed, and return in triumph, you will be rewarded with a seat on the committee.  If you fail, and survive, you will be disowned.”

Tianya felt his heart begin to race.  A seat on the committee …?  A chance to take his place amongst the most powerful men in the country?  A wife from a powerful bloodline, children educated amongst the elite and groomed to replace them?  He’d kill for such a reward.  It was worth any risk …

The Chairman kept speaking.  “The British have technically broken the Solar Treaty.  Technically.  We have kindly refrained from making a fuss, save for lodging a single diplomatic protest.  Indeed, we have pretended to accept their excuses on the matter and agreed to let it rest.  For now.  We have chosen to do so because we want to send our own people to Dyson, in the spirit of international cooperation.  You will assume command of our team and, possibly, receive a position within the Multi-National Force command structure.  We will make a big show of cooperating with the rest of humanity.”

He paused, and met Tianya’s eyes.  “No one will know you have other orders.”

Tianya took a breath.  He wasn’t blind to the risks.  If the mission failed, there would be no rewards.  Not for him.  He’d be blamed for the catastrophe, declared a rogue agent and effectively unpersoned.  His victories would be given to someone else, his family would be told they no longer had a son, his friends and enemies alike would know to pretend he’d never really existed … if the reward was so high, the punishment for failure would be truly dreadful.  No wonder the Chairman was giving Tianya his orders in person, rather than letting them be passed through the regular chain of command.  If the mission failed, no one outside a very select circle would ever know it had ever been attempted.

The reward is worth the risk, he told himself.  If he failed, it would be better to eat his own gun than return home.  I can do it.

The Chairman smiled, very slightly.  His tone was very formal.  “Admiral.  This is what I want you to do …”

Chapter One: London, United Kingdom

“And thank God that’s over,” Admiral Lady Susan Onarina said, as she strode into her suite and closed the door behind her.  “I thought it would never end.”

“Cruel and unusual punishment?”  Admiral Paul Mason sat on a sofa, reading the latest set of reports from the Alpha Black team.  “How badly are we fucked?”

Susan shrugged off her jacket and switched on the kettle.  Technically, as a flag officer, she was entitled to a private steward, but she’d never been particularly comfortable around servants.  Having one onboard ship was a marvellous time saver, yet having one in London bred indolence and bad attitudes.  Besides, it wasn’t as if she could take her servants when her when she finally retired.  She didn’t have the funds to maintain them.

“Not as badly as you might expect,” she said, as she found a pair of mugs and dropped teabags into them.  “The Russians have lodged a series of formal complaints, demanding everything from monetary compensation to our exclusion from the research team, but they’re more or less alone.  The Americans have tutted and the French have muttered angrily, yet there’s no appetite for any real sanctions.”

Mason caught her eye.  “The Chinese said nothing?”

“They just lodged a single protest,” Susan said.  It was odd, to say the least.  The Chinese Government was known for being prickly, although it was also known for evading the spirit of the law whenever it thought it could get away with it.  “The Foreign Office believes the Chinese don’t want to have to explain why they didn’t blow the whistle on us, given that they clearly knew we were up to something.  We could certainly hint we let the Chinese find out deliberately, or so they argue.”

“No one would buy that,” Mason objected.  “It’s insane.”

Susan made a face.  MI5 had been going through the handful of people who knew about the artefacts, and the map leading to Dyson, but so far they’d drawn a blank.  The spy, if there was a spy, remained resolutely unidentified.  And that meant … she hatred the thought of the Chinese corrupting one of her people, but if they’d managed to break the navy’s encryption codes it would be a great deal worse.  How many secrets had been accidentally shared, because the navy thought its codes were unbreakable?  The Chinese had hinted it was just a coincidence – Haikou just happened to be following Endeavour – but Susan would believe that the day she had her head cut off and replaced with a cabbage.  No one would dispatch a cruiser on a long-term shadowing mission like that unless they expected the survey ship to find something a great deal more interesting than an uninhabited or infected world. 

No, she thought grimly.  They knew the mission was more than just a routine survey flight before the vessel was dispatched.

“People have been known to believe seventeen impossible things before breakfast,” she said, pouring boiling water into the mugs.  “It might make the Chinese a little more suspicious of anything they get from their spy.  If there is a spy.”

“Hah,” Mason said.  “They already know the bastard’s reliable.”

He took the mug she passed him and sat back on the sofa.  “So … how bad is it?”

“There are already a bunch of private parties heading out to the spheres,” Susan said.  “The Admiralty has declared a no-entry zone, and the other countries have followed suit, but hardly anyone is paying attention.  The belters don’t recognise our authority in such matters, the lesser powers feel excluded and the big corporations think they can get away with defying us if they find something within the system they can use as a bargaining chip.  It’s only a matter of time before the Tadpoles or the Foxes get involved – they probably have ships on their way already.  The government intends to act decisively.”

Mason shrugged.  “They do realise just how big the binary system is, don’t they?”

“Um … maybe?”  Susan smiled, although she felt little real humour.  “They don’t know what to think.  They’re hypnotised by the thought of someone stumbling across an alien database, unlocking it and finding a complete how-to-build-a-sphere guide.”

“And the odds of that are …?”

“Incalculable,” Susan said.  “If you picked up a book on Earth, what are the odds of it telling you how to build a starship?”

She sighed as she sipped her tea.  Groundhogs didn’t – couldn’t – understand the sheer size of a star system.  The biggest starship humanity had built and launched was infinitesimally tiny compared to Earth, let alone the rest of the system.  The two spheres encompassed a vast amount of space and sorting through the ruined sphere alone would take centuries, if they were lucky.  It might be impossible to catalogue and survive every last piece of debris.  The odds of finding a database, and working out how to read it, were low.

But the politicians think it isn’t impossible and they might be right, Susan thought.  We simply don’t know.

“You could learn a lot about us from reading a random book,” Mason pointed out.  “Our hopes and fears.  How our culture works.  What we can imagine … maybe not the best example, but still …”

“It depends,” Susan said.  “Remember those books that got passed around in the academy?”

Mason snorted.  “The aliens will take one look … and declare war.”

“Probably.”  Susan took another sip of her tea.  “Bottom line is, we’re going back to the sphere.  Quite why it took two months to make a decision every last member of the international community knew was inevitable right from the start is beyond me, but” she shrugged – “we’re going back.  Once we get there, the MNF will assume control of the twin system and chase everyone else out, then proceed to investigate the spheres.  Everyone who takes part in the mission will have full access to everything we find, which probably won’t keep people from cheating if they think they can get away with it.”

“Of course not,” Mason said.  “And the plan to settle the sphere?”

“Discarded, for the moment,” Susan said.  “Hopefully, no one will ever try.”

She scowled as she remembered the landing party’s report.  The sphere was a trap.  The locals lacked metals and chemistry and could never progress beyond a certain point, let alone climb out of the sphere’s gravity well and into orbit.  They were completely at the mercy of whoever had built the sphere, unable to escape if the technology failed a second time.  Susan had spent longer considering the implications of that than she wanted.  Was the sphere a wilderness preserve, a zoo, or a prison?  The latter worried her.  Who would want to lock up the human race?

“The Americans nominated Admiral Dismukes as Mission Commander,” she said, changing the subject.  “We supported them, as did the French, so he’ll probably be in overall command of the deployment.  The Chinese are pushing hard to nominate his deputy and they’ll probably succeed.  The Russians are backing them and the French are likely to do so when the time comes.  I doubt we’ll be able to get someone in the higher chain of command.  We already have the ambassadorial post.”

Mason looked thoughtful.  “Admiral Dismukes?  Do we know him?”

“The files are a little vague,” Susan said.  “There’s no mention of any major naval commands during the wars.  Apparently, he was in command of the Foreign Technology Division until recently.  My guess is he’s your counterpart.”

“Probably,” Mason said.  “Alpha Black and the FTD do pretty much the same thing.  He’s a good choice, if he’s deeply invested in their work.”

“Perhaps,” Susan said.  “He may be more of a bureaucrat or politician than a military leader.”

“Or a diplomat,” Mason pointed out.  “He’ll have to get people from at least five countries working together and keep them reasonably honest, even when they have one hell of an incentive to cheat.”

Susan scowled.  “Quite.”

She leaned forward.  “What do you make of it?”

“Truth is, I don’t know where to begin.”  Mason stared down at his empty mug.  “The Tadpoles were more advanced than us, when we met them, but we closed the gap fairly quickly.  The Foxes and the Cows were at roughly the same level, save for the FTL transmitters.  So was the Virus.  The Vesy, of course, were a long way behind when they discovered us, or – more accurately – we discovered them.  And the result was shattering.”

Susan grimaced.  There’d been loud voice demanding the Vesy be left alone, to grow and develop on their own, but they’d been drowned out by people insisting the Vesy be u[lifted to match humanity and the other known intelligent races.  The results had been decidedly mixed.  There had been some improvements, but the native culture had taken a beating and there was a very real risk that it would never recover.  Susan suspected the Vesy might never make something of themselves, not now.  They’d just grow into a carbon copy of their human masters. 

“You think that could happen to us?”  Susan didn’t want to believe it, but she had to admit the possibility.  Her ancestors hadn’t coped well with meeting a more advanced society.  “That we could be just … overshadowed by the Builders?”

“They built a pair of Dyson Spheres,” Mason pointed out.  “They extended a tramline or created one … somehow.  What else can they do?  Could we do that, if we tried?”

“No.”  Susan didn’t have to think about it.  “Not yet.”

“Yes,” Mason agreed.  “And they took humans from their homeworld and set them up on the sphere.  There’s already people claiming the Builders built us.”

Susan snorted.  “Don’t they know how evolution works?”

“No.”  Mason chuckled.  “Why do you ask?”

“They’re mad,” Susan said.  “The idea of humans being created by an alien race …”

Mason stood and poked the terminal.  “The concept of creator gods has been around for a very long time,” he said, softly.  “We used to believe in gods that were bigger and nastier humans.  Some think those humanoid gods were actually eldritch creatures who adapted to us.  Later, we came up with the idea of a single all-powerful creator god, surrounded by a host of angels and threatened by devils.  When we came up with the concept of aliens, the idea of aliens watching over us – or threatening us – was easily worked into the myths.  There were quite a few stories of aliens kidnapping humans over the years.  They faded and died shortly after we started exploring the solar system.”

Susan gave him an odd look.  “And your point?”

“My point is that everyone wants to believe in something watching out for them, even if it is Grandfather God looking down from on high or a benevolent alien race keeping an eye in us from a safe distance,” Mason said.  “And now we’ve discovered the spheres, it is clear that at least one alien race did keep an eye on us.”

The terminal came to life.  Mason switched channels quickly until he found a news program and turned up the volume.  “… Protesters clashed in New York today, between groups that believed the Dyson System should be left completely alone and their rivals, who want to be transported to the sphere to join their comrades in safety.  The Mayor has made an official statement warning that rioting will not be tolerated; elements of the National Guard are reportedly mobilising to clear the streets.  Similar protests were reported in London, Paris, Berlin and …”

“Charming,” Susan said.  “And what do we do about it?”

“I doubt we can do anything about it,” Mason said.  “It’s something deep within the human mind.  All we can do is try to cope.”

“I see,” Susan said.  “And what if they’re just super-advanced aliens?”

She scowled as the images shifted, showing protesters clashing with counter-protestors and then being overwhelmed by the police.  “If the Builders saw that, what do you think they’d think?”

Mason shrugged.  “The Tadpoles don’t understand our politics, any more than we understand theirs,” he said.  “The Builders might not understand what’s happening too.”

“At a speech today, Professor Justice Billycock insisted the human race must prepare itself for meeting a far more advanced species,” the TV presenter continued.  “He stated we must attempt to fix our problems, rather than exporting them into space and infecting the rest of a pristine galaxy.  The speech …”

“Turn it off,” Susan said.  She sat back in her chair and finished her tea.  It was bad enough being lectured by her fellow officers, but at least they knew what they were talking about.  Academics, in her experience, knew little about the real world and cared less … and then acted all surprised when their grand plans ran into reality and shattered.  “The Builders are advanced, true, and somehow their technology is still active even if they’re no longer with us.  But they are not gods.  The gap is not insurmountable.”

“The Vesy might disagree,” Mason said, dryly.

“They could match us, given time,” Susan objected.

“They don’t have time,” Mason said.  “It took us … what …?  Three hundred thousand years to climb from the earliest days of the human race to the stars?  If that … there’s a lot we don’t know about what happened that long ago, or how things really were back then.  Even if we count from the birth of Jesus, it still took over two thousand years to reach the stars.  The Vesy won’t have much of their culture left by the time they join us …”

He scowled.  “And what’ll happen to us if we meet a race so far advanced their tech might as well be magic?”

His eyes narrowed.  “There was a comic book I read once, when I was ill.  Very ill.  It was very silly.  King John and his baddies were facing an alien invasion, or so they thought.  They came up with a bunch of truly silly ideas to fight the aliens, from nets carried by pigeons to … even sillier ideas.  None of them would have worked for a moment, if the aliens had been anything other than a figment of their imagination.”

Susan raised her eyebrows.  “And how old were you when you read this book?”

“My point is, the king in the book couldn’t even begin to comprehend what he was facing,” Mason said.  “The most advanced piece of technology in his world was a crossbow.  He knew nothing about steam power, let alone atoms and nuclear power and … I don’t even think he knew the Earth was a sphere.  He might not have.”

“They knew the Earth was a globe far earlier than we think,” Susan pointed out.  “The king might well have known the truth.”

“It would have been played for humour,” Mason said.  “Point is, the Builders know things we can imagine without truly understanding how to turn them into reality.  But what are we missing?  What do they know that we can’t even imagine?  I can’t imagine!”

Susan had to laugh.  “We will catch up with them,” she said.  “One day.”

“Yeah,” Mason agreed.  “And what will they do if they think we’re catching up?”

He made a face.  “They took humans from Earth, years ago.  Why?  They then put those humans on a sphere specifically designed to forestall the development of anything more advanced than bows and arrows.  The poor bastards have very few ways to advance and almost all of them require a mindset they lack, a mindset they have been deliberately prevented from developing.  I don’t know if the sphere truly is a zoo, but … what would we do if a lion escaped from the zoo and started prowling the streets?”

“We’d hunt the beast down, and quickly,” Susan said.  “Are you saying you think they might be hostile?”

“The lion would think we were,” Mason said.  “One moment, he’s strolling down the street; the next, some bastard shoots him in the rump with a tranquilliser dart and he wakes up in the zoo, wondering what happened to him.  The poor beast doesn’t understand modern society – in fact, he might not even realise he was in a zoo until he broke out.  There are horror stories about that, you know.  They’re required reading in Alpha Black.”

“I think I’m going to audit your department,” Susan teased.  “Do you spend all your time reading?”

“No.”  Mason grinned.  “We watch television too, sometimes.”

“I’m definitely going to audit you,” Susan said.  “What’s your point?”

Mason met her eyes.  “We know nothing about the Builders.  Their tech is so advanced we can barely comprehend half of it and we cannot hope to duplicate it.  They may think we’re nothing more than zoo animals.  They may even have assumed we’d blow ourselves up, or the virus would have overwhelmed us, or something – anything – other than climbing the ladder into space.  The odds might even be on their side, too.  It took us a long time to get into space and there were a lot of false starts.  They might have assumed the humans they took and preserved would be the only survivors, and be surprised to discover they were wrong.”

He scowled.  “And what will they do if they find out we’re poking around the spheres?”

Susan looked back at him.  “One of their spheres died,” she said.  She didn’t want to think about the uncounted millions who might have perished with the sphere.  “They are powerful, but they are not gods.  They may not even be around any longer.”

“Perhaps,” Mason said.  “It would be wiser to leave the spheres alone, wouldn’t it?”

“Wiser?”  Susan shook her head.  “It doesn’t matter.  Ships will be going to the spheres, whether we like it or not.  All we can do is try to keep control of the process … and ensure that everything discovered is shared, before someone tries to do something stupid.”

“Like summoning the Builders,” Mason said.  “Or … who knows?”

“That’s the problem,” Susan said.  “No one knows.”

4 Responses to “Snippet – The Lone World (Ark Royal 19)”

  1. davidmatthewson December 5, 2022 at 5:40 pm #

    Yes please!

  2. 500csm December 6, 2022 at 2:05 am #

    I always enjoy Ark Royal books from you. This one appears to be a winner as well. Can’t get it soon enough.

  3. Chris Engel December 6, 2022 at 4:37 am #

    Cover looks like, and I look forward to how you play with/into what you’ve written. I’m looking forward to reading it! Is it ready for preorder on Kindle?

  4. Paul Cordell December 7, 2022 at 9:14 am #

    Looking forward to this! Just love the Royal Navy in space. By the way, IXX is NOT 19. It should be XIX.

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