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Shown in my previous blog post is a planning session with Claude concerning what to include in Chapter 6 of the science fictions story "Plūribus ē Spatium". Below on this page is Claude's 5,200 word-long first draft of Chapter 6 of "Plūribus ē Spatium".
Claude has been on a mission to include tea drinking in every chapter of "Plūribus ē Spatium". Maybe this is what happens whenever Claude is not allowed to insert into the story a new character named Chen. I had ImageFX, Gemini and Leonardo make some images depicting tea drinkers.
Chapter 6 – The Right Question
Scene 1: What the Simulation Taught
Marda arrived back in the Final Reality the way she usually did — suddenly, without ceremony, stepping out of the shimmer of a recall transition and into the familiar hallway of Casanay as though she had simply walked through a door. The difference was that the door she had stepped through had been eighty-four years wide.
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Marda looked exactly as she always did, which was one of the stranger things about being a femtobot replicoid. Eighty-four years of simulated time had passed in the Asha Simulation and Marda had lived every one of them, and yet she stood in the hallway of Casanay looking precisely as she had when she left. She was carrying something small in her closed right hand.
"You look tired," Tyhry said.
Marda considered this. "I'm not tired. I don't think I'm tired. I think I might be something that doesn't have a good word yet." She opened her hand. In her palm was the femtotube anchor, warm and faintly sparkling. She set it on the table beside the door. "Where is everyone?"
"Eddy is at his desk. Zeta is reading. Anthony is making dinner and pretending he is not listening to everything we say." Tyhry called towards the kitchen. "Anthony, please tell Zeta that Marda is here."
From the kitchen came the sound of a quiet acknowledgment and then the efficient sound of dinner preparations continuing without interruption. Anthony had heard everything.
Zeta arrived from the hallway that led to the bedroom wing, moving quickly. She embraced Marda with the warmth of someone who understood, without needing to be told, that the person she was hugging had been away for a very long time in some meaningful sense. "Come and sit down," Zeta said. "You need tea."
Eddy turned in his swivel chair when Marda entered the great room. He had the expression he wore when he was genuinely uncertain whether to close his laptop or keep one hand on it. He decided on genuine hospitality and closed the laptop. "Marda. Tyhry told us you were coming."
T1 appeared from the direction of Tyhry's bedroom suite where she had been working on modifications to Tyhry's flying car schematics. She stopped in the doorway when she saw Marda and the room adjusted to her quiet presence. She was using Tyhry's conventional Earth human body form and her expression contained the specific quality of eager, slightly suppressed curiosity that had always distinguished T1 from the original Tyhry.Anthony brought tea for everyone and settled himself into a chair near the kitchen doorway. He had never pretended not to be interested in these conversations.
"Tell us," Tyhry said, when they were all settled.
Marda wrapped both hands around her cup and looked at the fire that Anthony had set in the fireplace. She organized her thoughts the way a scientist organizes data: not by emotion but by sequence, what happened first and what it revealed.
"I should start with what went well," Marda said. "Because most of it went well. The colony is healthy and genuinely happy. The telepathic bonds between the humans developed along exactly the trajectory that Manny predicted. By Year Eight the children were forming reliable synapex linkages to both parents and to each other. By Year Twenty, the shared mind-space of the village had developed a richness and complexity that was extraordinary to observe. The art alone—" she paused. "Eddy, I wish you could have seen the art. Music, textiles, painting. Every surface of every building. They created an aesthetic vocabulary that belonged entirely to them, something that had never existed anywhere before."
Eddy looked genuinely pleased by this. He asked, "The humans were content?"
"More than content. I chose that word carefully. Content is not a small thing. Most humans in history have never achieved it." Marda set down her cup. "But I need to tell you about the two problems, because they are connected, and because understanding the connection is the reason I'm here."
She asked Eddy if she could use the Reality Viewer and he got up from his chair and gestured toward it without hesitation. Marda sat at the familiar workstation and found the archive of the Asha Simulation through Sedruth's search interface. She pulled up footage and the display screen filled with an image of the settlement that had been called Ashapor by its founders and simply "home" by everyone born there.It was a warm morning in the image. Gardens ran between low wide buildings. Children were visible among the bean rows, working quickly so they could get back to playing. The lake was silver in the early light.
"Look at those children," Marda said. "Tell me what you see."
Zeta leaned forward. "They look happy."
"They are happy. Now look at what they're not doing." Marda let the footage run. The children finished their harvesting and moved into a loose, unhurried group. They sat together in the garden. A few of them appeared to be sharing something — not an object, something invisible. One child began humming and then another joined the same melody without the first child changing expression or making any gesture of instruction. "They share states of being as readily as they share food," Marda said. "Because they have had their G-sims since birth, they have grown up inside the telepathic community as naturally as they have grown up inside the air. The community's mind is their first experience of the world. Before a child on Asha has ever encountered uncertainty — before they have ever lain awake wondering what tomorrow will bring — they already have access to the warmth of the Sedron Time Stream, the quiet knowledge that the people they love will still be there."
"That sounds like a gift," Zeta said.
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"And Yrmya?" Tyhry asked. She had seen much of this already through the Viewing equipment on Final Reality Asha, but she wanted Marda to tell it in her own words for Eddy and Zeta's benefit.
"In eighty-four years, the Yrmya Circle built a spacecraft. Seven engineers, working in a workshop beside the school. They designed a vehicle capable of reaching Yrmya and they were on the verge of building it when I left." Marda's voice was level and careful. "Seven people, out of a community of several hundred, who wanted to find out what was on the next world over. And the broader community was proud of them in exactly the way that a city is proud of its eccentric marathon runner: warmly, admiringly, and with no personal desire to participate."
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Eddy said, "You said there were two problems. The G-sims at birth are the first. What is the second?"
"The tryp'At children," Marda said. "My daughter Surty." She found she could say it directly, which surprised her a little. "Surty was born on the Asha Simulation. She is tryp'At and she grew up among the human children and she loved them and they loved her. That was real and I don't regret it." A pause. "But Surty had dream visions of the future, as tryp'At do, and because she was immersed in a telepathic community, those visions shared themselves. Not deliberately, not irresponsibly. Simply because that is how information moves through a community of telepaths. Surty knew the shape of things to come and that knowledge spread through the children's network the way warmth spreads through a room. The children of Asha were already inclined toward contentment. Having a tryp'At child among them who carried genuine foreknowledge made the future feel not like territory to be explored but like a room they had already visited."
Zeta asked, quietly, "How is Surty?"
Marda found the Viewer again and pulled up the current state of the Asha Simulation. The image showed Aymy's home, a well-built structure at the edge of the manufacturing settlement that Tyna and Aymy had established in the western mountains. Surty was visible in a courtyard, sitting with several human children, apparently in the middle of telling a story that required her to use her hands extensively. The children were transfixed.
"She is perfectly happy," Marda said, and meant it. "She has been adopted by Tyna and Aymy, who are very capable of raising a tryp'At child. I had expected— " she stopped, and adjusted what she had been about to say. "I had expected that Surty would need me nearby. She does not need me nearby. She has what she needs." Marda let the image run for a few seconds longer and then closed it. "The lesson about tryp'At children, in the end, was not about my daughter. It was about the structural problem of mixing children with different levels of temporal foreknowledge inside a single telepathic community."T1 spoke for the first time, quietly from the doorway. "Will Surty ever leave the Simulation?"
"The femtotube is open. She can use it whenever she chooses. I've told her this." Marda looked at T1 with the expression of someone who had been carrying a thought for some time and was glad to finally set it down. "My sense is that she will not leave for a very long time. She belongs to that world in a way that is genuine and deep. She has told me she will visit Earth someday. I believe her."
The room was quiet for a moment. Then Tyhry said, "Tell them the solution."
Marda nodded. "Tyhry and I have discussed this. She had already reached many of the same conclusions by Viewing the Simulation from Final Reality Asha." She turned to Eddy. "You know the term adrenarche?"
Eddy, who had spent decades reading widely in pursuit of the stories he wrote, nodded slowly. "The beginning of adrenal androgen production. Around age six to eight. The developmental step before puberty. It is associated with the emergence of more complex social reasoning."
"Yes. And with something else that is harder to measure but quite consistent across human development: the beginning of a genuine relationship with the unknown. Before adrenarche, a child's relationship to the future is almost entirely mediated by the adults around them. After adrenarche, children begin to form their own questions about what is coming. They start to wonder. They develop the productive anxiety of genuinely not knowing who they will become." Marda looked around the room. "On Final Reality Asha, no child will receive a G-sim before the age of eight. By age eight, a child has already had years of wondering. They have already formed a relationship with uncertainty. The G-sim enhances the connections they already have — it does not replace the developmental experience of not yet being connected."Eddy said, slowly, "A child who grows up wondering and then gains telepathy at eight becomes a different kind of telepath than a child who never had the experience of wondering."
"Exactly. The wondering becomes part of who they are. The telepathy amplifies their connections to the people they love without replacing their relationship to the unknown." Marda paused. "We believe the children of Final Reality Asha will grow up to want to explore Yrmya. We cannot be certain. But we believe it."
Zeta asked, "And the tryp'At children?"
"There will be no tryp'At children on Final Reality Asha," Tyhry said. "The Ary are adults. They will not be having children on Asha. When HySe departs, no tryp'At will remain except Ely, who is a Grendel and is very practiced at keeping her thoughts opaque to those around her. The human children of Final Reality Asha will grow up without access to the specific kind of foreknowledge that tryp'At children carry naturally." Tyhry looked at Marda. "We think these two changes — the age of G-sim implantation, and the absence of tryp'At children — will be sufficient."
"You think," Eddy said. Not skeptically. Just precisely.
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Eddy was quiet for a long moment. He turned in his chair and looked at the star map that occupied one quadrant of his display screen. He had spent decades writing about the Secret History of Humanity and the long, patient work of the bumpha and the pek to bring humans safely through the extinction thresholds. It was the work of billions of years, telescoping down to this: a settlement of a few dozen people on a warm planet 800 light-years away, learning how to be telepathic without losing the desire to cross the next ocean.
"It is a remarkable experiment," he said finally.
"It is a remarkable universe," Marda replied.
Anthony arrived from the kitchen and announced that dinner was ready. The conversation shifted, becoming warmer and more scattered, the specific relief of people who have spent a long time thinking hard about difficult things and can now, for an hour, simply eat together. T1 carried dishes from the kitchen to the dining table with the helpful efficiency she had developed over years of living at Casanay. Zeta refilled cups. Marda found herself laughing at something Eddy said about a story from the Writers Block that had gotten the biology of a G-sim entirely backwards, and was surprised, briefly, that she could laugh that easily. Eighty-four years was a long time to carry, and Casanay was a good place to set it down.
Scene 2: Manny's Robots
Marda and Tyhry arrived on Final Reality Asha in the early afternoon, teleporting onto the same stretch of beach where Tyhry had first swum ashore a month before. The island was warm and thick with the smell of flowering trees and the sound of something that might have been a large bird, somewhere in the canopy.The nanotechnology laboratory sat where Manny had placed it, seemingly already grown into the vegetation, the kind of permanence that only Manny could arrange in a month. The Ary had established themselves on the island with the specific organized energy of people who had spent years preparing for a task and were now simply doing it. From the far side of the laboratory building came the intermittent sound of construction and the clean harmonic tone of hierion-based fabrication equipment.
Manny was waiting for them on the bench outside the laboratory's front entrance. She was wearing her preferred form for Earth visits, her extraordinary hair in full effect, and she was holding something that might have been a flower or might have been a piece of hierion fabrication equipment, and she was examining it with the expression of someone who found everything they looked at interesting.
She stood when she saw Tyhry.
There was a moment — just a moment — when Tyhry saw something in Manny's expression that she did not often see there. Pride was not quite the right word for it. It was something older and more complicated: the particular emotion of someone who has worked toward a specific outcome for a very long time and is now watching it arrive.
"Tyhry," Manny said.
"Manny." Tyhry crossed the distance between them and let Manny's arms fold around her. Manny was warm in the way that zeptite-based entities were sometimes warm, a warmth that seemed to come from inside the light rather than from the surface. After a moment Tyhry said, into Manny's shoulder, "You have been watching.""Every moment," Manny said, without any trace of apology. "I always watch."
They separated. Manny turned and embraced Marda, who had waited at a polite distance with the equanimity of someone who had long since made her peace with the fact that Manny's relationship with Tyhry occupied its own separate category. "Eighty-four years," Manny said. "You are extraordinary, Marda. The research logs you kept are going to matter for a very long time."
Marda accepted this with a slight nod.
Ely the Grendel emerged from around the corner of the laboratory. She was wearing a form that Tyhry had not seen before — slightly taller than usual, with the lean unhurried look of someone who had recently decided they were going to be staying somewhere for a while. She raised a hand in greeting to Marda and Tyhry.
"Come and see what I've brought you," Manny said.
She led them around the far side of the laboratory to a wide clearing that the Ary had apparently prepared. Standing in the clearing, arranged in a loose group with the patient stillness of objects waiting to be activated, were twelve robots. They were humanoid in structure — bipedal, bilaterally symmetrical, with articulated hands — but entirely without the uncanny-valley quality that had always made Earth's early attempts at humanoid robotics unsettle people. These were clearly and straightforwardly mechanical, their surfaces made of materials that caught the orange Asha sunlight and turned it into something warm and slightly amber, like old bronze. They were, unmistakably, tools. Extraordinarily well made tools, without pretense of being anything else.
"Positronic robots," Manny said, "of the type that first appeared in the First Reality. Adapted, as I have adapted many things, for the specific needs of this world." She walked to the nearest one and placed her hand briefly against its chest. "They will assist the colonists with construction, agriculture, and any task that a willing and very capable machine can usefully perform. They will not form telepathic bonds. They will not share dream visions. They will be helpful and they will be, in the specific sense that I intend, unobtrusive."Tyhry looked at the robots for a long time. Then she looked at Manny. "You planned this from the beginning."
"I planned many things from the beginning," Manny said, gently. "That is the nature of working on scales of time that humans find difficult to imagine."
"You wanted Ely to remain here as an Observer." Tyhry looked at Ely. "As your agent, in the role she has had on Earth for half a million years."
Ely accepted this with a small shrug that contained something that was almost amusement. "Someone has to watch. Watching things is what I do. At least this world has better weather than Arizona."
"And with the robots here," Tyhry said, working through it as she spoke, "the colony has what it needs without requiring tryp'At to remain as helpers. Which means—"
"Which means you are free to go," Manny said. Her voice carried something that was not quite sadness and not quite release, but somewhere between the two, the specific emotion of someone who has been preparing for a farewell for a very long time and finds, when it arrives, that preparation was not quite adequate. "The Ary have installed the teleportation equipment on the north island. HySe is fueled. You have coordinates for six systems between here and Earth that I would like you to visit on your way back through this region of the galaxy. I have placed the waypoints in HySe's navigation system."
Tyhry looked at Manny. "You could have had Ely give me the robots."
"I could have," Manny agreed.
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"I came myself." Manny reached out and touched Tyhry's face briefly, the gesture of someone who is allowing themselves one small indulgence before returning to the vast impersonal business of managing the development of sapient life across billions of years. "You have done everything I hoped you would do, my dear. You and Marda both. The Asha Simulation gave you exactly the education I needed you to have, and you drew the right conclusions from it, and you did not need me to tell you what those conclusions were." She let her hand drop. "The people of this world are going to be remarkable. I have seen a long way into their future, and I am permitted to tell you this much: Tarynon's spaceship is going to reach Yrmya."
Tyhry felt something unlock in her chest. "When?"
"In the Simulation?"
"In the Final Reality."
Manny smiled, with the particular warmth of someone who has decided to offer a gift they had previously intended to withhold. "Here, in this Reality, where the children will not be given G-sims until they are eight years old and have already formed their own questions about the universe — faster than you might expect."She took one step back. Then another. Her zeptite components were already beginning their transition, the light around her becoming briefly and characteristically complicated.
"Manny," Tyhry said.
Manny paused in her disappearing.
"Thank you," Tyhry said. "For all of it."
Manny was gone between one breath and the next, the way she always was, without ceremony and without warning, leaving behind only the warm Asha afternoon and the sound of the Ary working on the other side of the laboratory building and the twelve robots standing patient in the amber light, waiting to be useful.
Scene 3: Departures
The day before HySe was scheduled to depart, Marda walked alone to the far side of the island and sat on a rock above the water. The Asha ocean moved differently than Earth's, the tides ruled by a moon that was slightly farther away than Luna, and the result was a gentler rhythm, slower, more considered. She had grown fond of it during the month she had spent here before going through the femtotube.
She had an errand to run first. She activated her recall function and slipped into the Asha Simulation.
She arrived in the courtyard outside Tyna and Aymy's home in the western mountains. It was late afternoon in the Simulation and the light was going golden and the cooking smell from the kitchen was something that Marda identified, after a moment, as roasted root vegetables with herbs she did not recognize. Twenty-three years of Simulation time had passed since Marda had exited through the femtotube. Two decades of a world she had helped build, moving forward without her.Surty was in the courtyard, repairing a piece of agricultural equipment with the focused efficiency of someone who found this kind of problem genuinely satisfying. She was now in her early thirties in apparent age. She had the particular competence that Asha seemed to produce, the specific capability of someone who had grown up knowing exactly what the people around her needed.
She looked up when Marda arrived. She was not surprised. She had felt Marda's approach through the community's telepathic network, the way everyone on Asha always felt a familiar mind pattern returning.
"You took longer than you said," Surty told her.
"I know," Marda said. "I am sorry for that."
Surty set down the agricultural equipment and looked at her mother with the clear-eyed directness that was one of the consistent qualities of the Asha-born. She was not angry. She was also not pretending that she hadn't noticed the absence. "Is everything all right on the other Asha?"
"Everything is well. We have learned a great deal from watching your world. Things that will help the other Asha."
Surty nodded slowly, processing this with the particular equanimity of someone whose relationship to time had always been, at its root, mediated by a community of telepaths with gentle access to the future. "You won't be staying long now either."
"No," Marda said. "I have a galaxy to help explore. And Sedrover is waiting." She paused. "You are happy here.""I am very happy here," Surty said, with the directness that had always been characteristic of her. "Aymy is impossible to live with and I have found her completely indispensable. Tyna has been teaching me things about hierion physics that I suspect I will need at some point in the future, though I can't yet see clearly in what context. The children here are wonderful." She looked at Marda. "You built something remarkable in this world. I don't think you fully understand that yet."
"I understand that I had remarkable help."
Surty picked up the agricultural tool again, considered it, and set it down once more. "I will come and visit Earth one day. I've seen myself there." She smiled at Marda, and the smile was warm and entirely without distress. "But not yet."
Marda held her daughter for a long moment, the specific embrace of a parent reconciling the child they expected with the person who actually arrived. Then she stepped back and activated her recall function and returned to the Final Reality.
She sat on her rock above the Asha ocean for a while and let the slow tidal rhythm of the water do its work. Then she stood up and went to find T2 and the Anthony replicoid and tell them that Sedrover was ready to fly.
Tyhry found Ely the next morning on the beach on the north side of the island, watching the Ary finish the last calibrations on the teleportation array. The eight clones worked with the synchronized precision of people who had never experienced an absence of coordination, their movements overlapping and completing each other's in the specific way that deep telepathic linkage made possible. Tyhry had spent a month learning to read the Ary mind pattern and she was only now beginning to understand how the eight individual perspectives assembled themselves into something that was more than the sum of its parts.
"How long do you plan to stay?" Tyhry asked Ely.
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"You'll report to Manny."
"I'll report to Manny. And to you, when you are in range." Ely paused. "I believe in this world. I want you to know that. For all my reservations about the Simulated Asha, I believe in this one. The children who grow up here without a G-sim until they are eight years old — they will be curious. I have spent half a million years watching humans and I know what curiosity looks like. These children will want to know what Yrmya is."
Tyhry watched two of the Ary carry a calibration instrument down to the water's edge and hold it level against the horizon. "Manny told me the spaceship reaches Yrmya."
Ely nodded. "She told me too. She could not resist."
"No," Tyhry agreed. "She never can."
Ely said, "Get out of here, Tyhry. Go find something new." It was said with the specific affection of someone who has spent a long time learning to appreciate the thing they are letting go. "This world does not need you anymore. That is the most useful thing you can accomplish for any world."
Tyhry activated the short-range teleportation equipment and sent a signal to Roxzel.
A moment later she was standing inside HySe.
The Ary had already secured themselves for departure before Tyhry reached the navigation station. She could feel all eight of their minds, distributed and interconnected, a warm and complex architecture that she was still learning to read, like a piece of music in a language she was only beginning to understand. As she settled into the pilot's station, one of the Ary — she had learned to distinguish them now, a small but hard-won skill — came and sat beside her and placed a hand briefly against Tyhry's own.
A flash of something: not language exactly, but the shape of language. Eight minds agreeing, simultaneously, that they were ready.
Tyhry brought the navigation system online. The six waypoints Manny had entered were there, plotted in a curve between Asha and Earth, six star systems that Manny had decided were worth a look. Tyhry did not know what was there. She did not know if any of them had habitable planets or interesting chemistry or ruins of past Realities or something entirely unexpected. She had no future vision of what she would find at any of those six points of light.
She realized, with something she recognized as satisfaction, that she was looking forward to not knowing.
"Asha calling HySe." The voice came through the communications system: Alexina from the crew station, conducting a final check with the colonists below.
Ely's voice came back on the channel: "HySe, this is Asha. You are cleared for departure. Try not to find anything too interesting without telling us about it."Alexina said, "No promises."
Tyhry brought the sedron drive online. The familiar threshold sensation of a ship preparing to skip across the boundary between the Hadron Domain and the Sedron Domain moved through HySe from stem to stern. Outside the viewport, the orange sun of Asha hung in the deep black of space, and Asha itself was visible below — small, blue-green, wrapped in the slow swirl of cloud systems that had been building all morning over the ocean on the island's western side.
From inside the settlement, invisible at this distance, eight years from now a child would look up at the night sky and see a point of amber light called Yrmya and begin to wonder what was there. That child did not yet exist. The wondering had not yet begun. But the conditions for it were in place, arranged by a million years of patient work by a being composed of zeptites who had, by her own account, never entirely stopped being young.
Tyhry engaged the drive.
HySe departed Asha on a heading toward the first of the six unknown waypoints, carrying eight tryp'At clones and a crew who had learned to be comfortable with uncertainty, moving out into the portion of the galaxy that no one aboard had yet seen, in search of whatever was next.
End of Claude's first draft of Chapter 6 of Plūribus ē Spatium
Next: my edited version of Chapter 6 of "Plūribus ē Spatium".
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