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Chapter 5 of "Plūribus ē Spatium" – The Quiet World
Scene 1: The Hierion Femtotube
Asha Simulation, Year 8
The morning light on Asha had a quality that Marda had never quite gotten used to, even after eight years. The sun here burned a fraction more orange than Earth's sun, and in the early hours it painted the lake shore in colors that had no precise names in any human language she knew. She had tried once to describe it to the Tyhry replicoid and the replicoid had said, with characteristic Tyhry bluntness, that it looked like the inside of a very comfortable apricot. Marda had laughed for a long time. She still did, when she thought of it.
She was standing on the aft deck of Sedrover, the ship's hull warm against her back from the previous day's sun. Below her, the new settlement of Ashapor spread along the lakeshore in an easy curve, its buildings low and wide and already beginning to acquire the particular settled look of places where people are genuinely happy. Gardens had been planted between the buildings. Children were already running between the bean rows with the focused urgency of children who have important business that adults cannot be expected to understand.
Eight years. The buildings were done. The gardens were producing. The children were growing. Sedrover had served its purpose as the colony's first home and now sat on the landing apron at the edge of the settlement like a well-loved tool that had earned its retirement. Marda did not think Sedrover deserved retirement. Sedrover deserved to be back in space.
The hatch behind her opened and the Tyhry replicoid emerged carrying two cups of tea. She handed one to Marda without ceremony and leaned on the rail beside her, looking out at the settlement with the expression she used when she was thinking about something she had not yet decided to say.Marda said, "I want to take Sedrover out."
"I know."
"The colony doesn't need it anymore. They have houses, they have food, they have each other." Marda gestured at the settlement below. "They have more than enough of each other, in fact."
The Tyhry replicoid sipped her tea. "You want Sedrover back in space, exploring."
"Alexina and Amiante have been extraordinarily patient. The crew has been patient. Even Anthony's replicoid copies have been patient, and you know how Anthony feels about being domesticated." Marda turned to look at the replicoid. "My problem is that I don't know how to extract Sedrover from the Simulation. I've been thinking about it for two years and I cannot figure out how it can be done. We are inside an accelerated Simulation running inside the Sedron Domain. Sedrover's physical structure in here is composed of zeptites. I can walk out of this Simulation using my femtobot recall function, but that function was designed for an object the size of a person, not an interstellar spacecraft."
The Tyhry replicoid was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "There may be someone you could ask."
From behind them both, a familiar voice said, "There is, in fact."
Marda turned. Manny was seated in one of the deck chairs that Lori had installed on Sedrover's aft deck during the first year of the colony, insisting that a spaceship without deck chairs was a missed opportunity. Manny was wearing her preferred form for visiting humans — extraordinary hair, the comfortable physical presence of someone who has arranged her zeptite components with the specific goal of putting biological creatures at ease — and she was holding a cup of tea that had not existed a moment ago.
"I wondered when you would appear," Marda said, with only mild surprise."I've been watching your progress with great pleasure," Manny said. "Eight years. You've done beautifully. The colony is healthy. The telepathic bonds are developing exactly as I hoped." She gestured towards the settlement. "Tarynon's generation is going to be remarkable."
"That remains to be seen," Marda said. "But first, Sedrover. Tell me how to get it out."
Manny set down her tea. "The Asha Simulation is a bumpha Simulation running inside the Sedron Domain. Everything inside this Simulation — including Sedrover — is composed of zeptites, not hadrons. The ship's physical structure here is a precise zeptite replication of the original hadronic Sedrover that exists in the hangar on Earth. The Ekcolir Reality Simulation, where your laboratory and Sedrover's hangar are located, runs inside the Hierion Domain. Those two Domains are normally quite separate." Manny paused. "However, the Phari developed a technology for bridging them. It is called a hierion femtotube."
Marda said, "I've never used one."
"You haven't needed one until now. A hierion femtotube is narrow — far too narrow for hadronic matter to pass through. It will not allow you or any biological matter to transit. But the zeptite components of the simulated Sedrover can disassemble, pass through the femtotube in sequence, and reassemble in the hangar on Earth. The process takes a few hours for an object of Sedrover's size." Manny reached into the pocket of her garment and produced a small device, which she placed on the deck rail beside Marda. "The femtotube anchor. Place it against Sedrover's hull at the engineering access panel on the port side. The Phari designed them to be intuitive to operate. Your femtobots will understand what to do when you make contact with it."Marda picked up the device. It was warm in her hand in the way that hierion-based technology sometimes was. "And the femtotube stays open after Sedrover exits?"
Manny smiled. "Yes. The tube will remain open. You will be able to re-enter the Asha Simulation whenever you choose, and exit again, and re-enter. Think of it as a door that stays unlocked. The colonists will not be able to use it — their biological bodies contain hadronic matter. But you, as a femtobot replicoid, can pass through it freely."
"And the original Sedrover in the hangar — it will fully reassemble from the zeptite components?"
"The original Sedrover is composed of hadronic matter. The zeptite Sedrover's exit through the femtotube will provide the programming instructions needed to update the original. Think of it as a very thorough calibration." Manny picked up her tea again. "I should mention one other thing. I arranged it so that a copy of Tyhry's nanotechnology laboratory will serve as the receiving end of the femtotube, inside the Ekcolir Reality Simulation. When you are ready to leave this Simulation entirely and return to Casanay, you will exit through the laboratory, just as you have done before."
The Tyhry replicoid had been listening to all of this and now spoke. "What about us? The crew members who remain here on Asha after Sedrover leaves?"
"You are femtobot replicoids," Manny said. "You may exit and re-enter using the femtotube whenever you choose. Whether you remain on Asha or return to Earth is entirely up to you." She looked at the Tyhry replicoid with an expression that contained something warmer than scientific interest. "I rather hope some of you will stay. Tarynon's generation needs teachers. And not only in the obvious subjects."Marda turned the femtotube anchor over in her hands. "When should I do it?"
"Whenever you are ready." Manny stood. "The colonists understand that Sedrover was always going to leave eventually. You told them as much in the first year. They will be sad to see it go and then they will have a party to cheer themselves up and then they will go back to their gardens." She paused. "They are very good at going back to their gardens."
There was something in Manny's tone that Marda filed away for later consideration.
"One more question," Marda said. "The Tyhry replicoid and I have been discussing the spaceship project. After Sedrover leaves, I intend to challenge the colonists to build their own spacecraft. Yrmya is right there in their sky. A second habitable world, reachable. It seems like it should be an irresistible challenge."
Manny looked at Marda for a moment with an expression Marda could not quite read. "That is an excellent experiment," she said at last. "I look forward to seeing what you discover." She set down her tea cup and was gone, between one moment and the next, as she always left.
The Tyhry replicoid looked at the empty deck chair. "She knows something she isn't telling you."
"She always knows something she isn't telling me." Marda closed her fingers around the femtotube anchor. "Let's go find Anthony and tell the crew. And then let's go tell the colonists that Sedrover is going home."
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"Will Sedrover come back?" Tarynon asked.
"Maybe someday," Marda told her. "But by then, I hope you'll have built your own ship."
Tarynon considered this with the gravity that eight-year-olds apply to large propositions. "A ship that goes to the orange star?"
"That orange light is Yrmya," Marda said. "Another whole world. A whole planet, just waiting."
Tarynon looked at the evening sky where Yrmya was just becoming visible as a faint orange point of light above the western hills, then looked back at Marda with the expression of someone who was being politely patient with an enthusiastic adult. "We have Asha," she said simply.
Marda placed the femtotube anchor against the engineering access panel on Sedrover's port hull. The device warmed against her palm and she felt her femtobots respond to it with a precise sequence of instructions that required no translation. She stepped back. After a moment, a faint shimmer passed along Sedrover's hull from stem to stern, like light moving through water.Then, in absolute silence over the course of the next four hours, Sedrover ceased to exist on Asha. The colonists watched, some holding hands, several of the children openly crying, until the last shimmer faded and the landing apron held nothing but the warm afternoon air and the shadows of the surrounding trees.
In the hangar on Earth, Sedrover reassembled from its zeptite instructions and was ready to fly.
Scene 2: Years of the Quiet World
From Marda's research log, Year 12 of the Asha Simulation:
G-sim integration proceeding normally across all birth cohorts. Tarynon now twelve. Her telepathic range is developing faster than any of the Ek'col-lineage children, which supports the hypothesis that the femtozoan-G-sim interaction is amplified by certain gene combinations we did not anticipate. She shows strong telepathic bonds to Lori, to her age-cohort, and — interestingly — to me. I am not certain what to make of the last item. She seeks me out for conversation more than any of the other children do. I find I do not mind.
Population note: 312 individuals. Growth rate 23% below the projected baseline. Investigating contributing factors. No obvious health issues detected.
From Marda's research log, Year 24:
I have been trying to understand the low population growth rate. The telepathic adults of Asha do not appear to have reduced their reproductive activity in any measurable way. The shortfall is explained instead by an unusual pattern of reproductive decision-making. Couples who are deeply telepathically bonded seem to feel — and I can find no better word than "feel" — that their family is complete at a smaller size than the baseline projection assumed. When I have asked about this, the answers I receive are consistent: "We know." They say it without drama, without anxiety, with the same tone one might use to say that the beans are ready for harvesting. They know. The femtozoan's access to the Sedron Time Stream appears to be providing them with a dim but real sense of the family they will have, and when that future family feels complete, the biological urgency to add to it simply... quiets.I find this both elegant and troubling. I am not yet sure in what proportion.
The artistic output of the colony continues to be extraordinary. The weavers of Ashapor have developed a textile tradition in twelve years that would take a conventional human culture a century. The music is remarkable. Last night Tynyo led a gathering of forty people in a performance that I am fairly certain would reduce any audience on Earth to tears. I sat in the back and watched and tried to remember that I was here as a scientist.
I mostly failed.
From Marda's research log, Year 38:
Naseh has asked me for the third time this year whether I can modify the femtotube passage so that biological humans could use it to visit Earth. I have explained, again, that hadronic matter cannot pass through a hierion femtotube. She accepted this with her usual equanimity and then returned to her weaving.I think what she actually wants is not to visit Earth. I think she wants to know that Earth is real. The younger colonists — those born here who have never seen any other world — have a complicated relationship with the concept of the Simulation. They know they are inside it, because we have told them. Most of them believe us. But "believing" and "feeling it as real" are different things, and for the Asha-born, the Simulation is simply their world. It is warm and it has good food and it is full of people they love. The epistemological question of whether it is a Simulation does not, in their daily experience, seem to matter very much.
Ely finds this philosophically interesting. I find it a data point.
Population: 1,847. Growth rate remains below baseline. I have stopped being surprised by this.
From Marda's research log, Year 52:
I have identified two students who are worth noting.
The first is Oryen, a young man of twenty-two who is the son of Tynyo and Naseh. He came to me three years ago because he wanted to understand how the G-sim worked at the femtobot level. Most of the colonists use their telepathic abilities the way they use their hands — without wanting to know the underlying biology. Oryen wanted the schematics. He has since become the most technically capable person on Asha outside of the replicoid crew members, and he has a quality of focused curiosity that reminds me, sometimes, of Tyhry. Not the same person — quieter, more patient — but the same quality of attention.
The second is Veth, a young woman of nineteen who is Tarynon's closest friend. She came to me because she was interested in the night sky. Specifically, she was interested in Yrmya. "Why is it a different color than the other lights?" she asked me, and when I explained that it was a planet, a whole other world orbiting the same sun as Asha, she went quiet for a very long time and then said, "I want to go there."I told her that building a ship to reach Yrmya was exactly what I had been hoping someone would want to do.
She has not yet stopped wanting to go.
The conversation that Marda had with Oryen and Veth in Year 60 took place on the roof of the research laboratory, after sunset, with Yrmya hanging in the western sky like a small orange lantern.
"Here is the challenge I want to put to you," Marda said. She had thought carefully about how to frame this. She had thought about it for years. "Yrmya is habitable. I have run every sensor analysis available to me and it will support human life. It has breathable air, liquid water, a stable climate. It is approximately the same distance from Asha as the Moon is from Earth — close enough that a reasonably capable spacecraft could reach it in a matter of weeks. I want you to build that spacecraft."
Oryen looked at Yrmya. "What resources would we have?"
"Everything that is available on Asha. Materials, equipment, my help and the help of the other crew members, access to everything I know about spacecraft engineering." Marda looked at both of them. "What I cannot do is build it for you. The point of this project is for the people of Asha to build it themselves."
Veth said, immediately, "I want to start tomorrow."
Oryen said, more carefully, "We would need other people. Other engineers. Other builders. We would need Asha to be interested in this project."
"Yes," Marda said. "You would. That is part of the challenge."
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From Marda's research log, Year 72:
Twelve years since I issued the Yrmya challenge to Oryen and Veth. Progress report:
Oryen and Veth have recruited eleven additional engineers and builders. This group, which they have named the Yrmya Circle, meets three times a week in the workshop adjacent to the research laboratory. In twelve years they have designed a credible spacecraft and begun fabrication of several key components. At the current pace of work, a functional prototype could be completed in perhaps another twenty years.
Twenty years. For a project that I had hoped would capture the imagination of an entire colony.
The broader Asha community knows about the Yrmya Circle and is supportive in the way that people are supportive of a neighbor's unusual hobby: with genuine warmth, occasional questions at community gatherings, and no personal desire to participate. Yrmya is visible every clear night. Marda has heard the colonists refer to it sometimes as "Oryen's star," with affectionate pride in their community's eccentric engineer.
They are proud of Oryen and Veth. They simply cannot understand why anyone would need to go there.
I have been trying to understand this for years. I think I am beginning to.The telepathic bonds of Asha are deep and rich and genuinely beautiful. What I have watched develop here over seventy years is a form of human community that is, in many ways, more connected and more humane than anything I have seen on Earth. When someone grieves on Asha, the whole community knows it and gathers around the grief. When someone creates something beautiful, the pleasure of it ripples outward through the telepathic network like a stone dropped in still water. Nobody is ever truly alone here. Nobody is ever truly unknown.
But nobody is ever truly surprised, either.
The future that the Sedron Time Stream quietly whispers to these people is not detailed. It is not a map. It is more like a warmth in a particular direction, a gentle certainty that the people they love will still be there tomorrow and the day after. For the people of Asha, that certainty does not feel like a cage. It feels like home.
What it does not feel like is a reason to get into a spacecraft and fly toward an orange light.
Scene 3: What Marda Cannot Say to Tarynon
Asha Simulation, Year 80
Tarynon had her mother's habit of choosing a particular quality of outdoor light for difficult conversations. In Lori's case it had always been the late afternoon. In Tarynon's case it was early morning, when the mist was still rising off the lake and the settlement was only beginning to stir and the world had the specific quality of not yet having committed to the day.
She and Marda sat on the long bench at the edge of the community garden, with cups of tea that Anthony's replicoid had provided, as he provided all things, with the quiet efficiency of someone for whom no request was too small. On the lake, the first boats of the morning were moving. From somewhere inside the settlement, someone was playing a stringed instrument with the unhurried skill of a person who has been playing for sixty years.
Tarynon was eighty years old and looked thirty. Her femtobot replicoid body had not aged since young adulthood. She had her mother's dark eyes and a quality of settled self-possession that Marda had been watching develop since Tarynon was eight years old on the day Sedrover left. She was, by any measure, a remarkable person. She was wise and warm and deeply loved by everyone in the community and she had not, in eighty years, once expressed an interest in going to Yrmya."You wanted to talk about numbers," Tarynon said.
"Population numbers," Marda said. "Yes."
Tarynon nodded, as if she had been expecting this conversation for some time. Which, Marda reflected, she probably had. "You think we are not growing fast enough."
"The original projection assumed a growth rate based on a community of healthy, long-lived adults with no resource constraints. You have everything you need. You have been here for eighty years." Marda looked at the settlement. "By now there should be three times as many people."
"We know the families we will have," Tarynon said, gently. "It is hard to explain to someone who doesn't experience it. It isn't that we don't want children. We love our children. But when a family feels complete, it feels complete in a way that is... very convincing."
"I know," Marda said. "I've been watching this for fifty years." She paused. "I want to ask you something directly, Tarynon. When you imagine the future of Asha — not your personal future, but Asha as a civilization — what do you see?"
Tarynon looked at the lake for a long time. The boats moved slowly in the mist. The music continued from inside the settlement."I see this," she said at last. "More of this. More people, more gardens, more music. The community getting deeper and richer over time." She paused. "Is that wrong?"
"It's not wrong," Marda said carefully. "It's beautiful, actually. What you've built here is genuinely beautiful." She turned her cup in her hands. "But I want to ask you about Yrmya."
Tarynon smiled, and the smile contained a warmth that Marda recognized as the specific warmth people use when they are being patient with someone who keeps returning to the same question. "Oryen and Veth are making progress."
"In twenty years they might have a prototype. The two of them and eleven others, out of a community of four thousand people." Marda looked at Tarynon. "When I issued that challenge twenty years ago, I thought the idea of a whole other world to explore would be irresistible. I thought the Yrmya Circle would grow to include hundreds of people."
"People here are not incurious," Tarynon said, with a slight edge that Marda had never heard from her before. "We simply have different questions that feel more urgent to us. How to be better partners to the people we love. How to grieve well. How to make the music better." She turned to face Marda. "Are those lesser questions?"
"No," Marda said, and meant it. "They are not lesser questions. I've sat with your community for eighty years and I can see clearly what you value and why, and it is not nothing. It is not small." She stopped. Then, with the honesty that had always characterized her relationship with Tarynon: "But I am afraid that it is not sufficient. Not for what the future of humanity requires."
Tarynon was quiet. Her telepathic bond to Marda was deep enough that she understood, without being told, that Marda was not criticizing the people of Asha. She was worried about something larger. Something that Marda herself was not certain how to name.
"Tell me," Tarynon said.
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Tarynon did not answer immediately. When she spoke, it was quietly. "And you think this is because of the G-sims we received at birth."
"I think the access to the Sedron Time Stream that a birth G-sim provides quietly removes the specific kind of uncertainty that makes people want to explore. You still have curiosity. You still have creativity. But you don't have the productive anxiety of genuinely not knowing what comes next. And it turns out that productive anxiety might be exactly what sends people toward unknown worlds."
Tarynon looked at the mist on the lake. The music from the settlement had stopped and then started again, a different piece now, more complex. Somewhere among the garden rows, the morning's first children were running with their important business.
"What would you change?" she asked.
"I don't know yet," Marda said, honestly. "I want to consult with Tyhry. The original Tyhry, who is on Asha of the Final Reality. I think it is time for us to compare what I've learned here with what she has been observing there." Marda paused. "I may want to try something different with the next generation. Not providing the G-sim at birth, but later, when a child is old enough to choose it, and old enough to have developed their own relationship with the unknown."Tarynon absorbed this in silence. Then she asked, in a voice that was careful and a little careful: "Will children without a birth G-sim be able to bond telepathically with their parents when they are young?"
"That's one of the things I need to discuss with Tyhry. I don't want to take away the early bond between a mother and an infant. That bond is precious." Marda looked at Tarynon. "I am not sure yet what the right answer is. But I think the Asha Simulation has taught me what one wrong answer looks like, and I am grateful for that, even if it is not the result I hoped for."
Tarynon nodded slowly. She reached out and took Marda's hand and held it, as she had done sometimes since she was a small child. Her telepathic mind pattern was warm and clear and complicated with things she was still processing.
After a while she said, "I hope you will come back."
"I will," Marda said. "I promise. And Tarynon — I want you to know something. Whatever we decide to change in the next generation, it will not be because what you have here is a failure. It is not a failure. It is a particular answer to a particular question, and it is a good answer to that question. It is just not the only question."
Tarynon squeezed her hand and released it. On the lake, the morning mist was lifting at last. The boats moved out of the shadow of the hills into the full orange light of the Asha sun.
Marda stood. "I'm going to exit through the femtotube this morning and return to Earth. I want to find Tyhry."
"She is on Asha," Tarynon said. "The real one.""Yes. The real one." Marda looked down at Tarynon, eighty years old and eternally young and woven into the fabric of this warm, still, beautiful world like a thread that belonged exactly where it was. "I'll tell her what I've found here."
"Tell her it is worth seeing," Tarynon said. "Even if it is not the answer."
Marda walked back through the settlement, past the gardens and the low buildings and the children who were now well advanced in their morning business, and she did not look back at the orange light of Yrmya hanging in the western sky, because she knew that if she looked back at it she would feel, just for a moment, the specific sadness of a world that was right there and that no one particularly wanted to reach.
She went into the laboratory, placed her hand on the femtotube anchor, felt her femtobots respond to it with the same precise instructions they always gave, and stepped through.
In Tyhry's nanotechnology research laboratory in the Ekcolir Reality Simulation, the air smelled of machine oil and the distant tang of sedron fuel and the particular electric quality of equipment that has been running for a very long time. Anthony's replicoid was at a workbench, not doing anything in particular, and he looked up when Marda arrived with the particular expression he used when he was not going to mention that he had known she was coming.
"Anthony," Marda said. "I need to get back to Casanay."
"Of course," he said. And that was all.
End Chapter 5 (Claude's first draft)
Next: My edited draft of Chapter 5.
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