Mar 8, 2026

Too Comfortable

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Below on this blog page is Chapter 5 of a science fiction story titled "Plūribus ē Spatium". To make my version of Chapter 5, I started with the 4,900 word-long first draft that had been generated by Claude. My version of the chapter is close to 8,300 words.

 I had envisioned that Marda would establish a school on Asha. Claude completely ignored the task of dealing with the educational infrastructure that Marda and the other replicoid crew members of Sedrover create on Asha. In contrast, my version of Chapter 5 extensively develops this thread.

There are several biologically distinct individuals who arrive on Asha. (1) There is only one conventional human: Lori. (2) Tynyo and Naseh are human, but they have unusually high numbers of Ek'col gene patterns. I imagine that Tynyo and Naseh each carry a special variant of the NOTCH2NL gene that allows them to have some capacity to use the Sedron Time Stream as a way to receive information from the future. Some of the children of Tynyo and Naseh have two copies of that special NOTCH2NL gene variant and they have enhanced ability to "see the future".

The first child born on Asha is named 'Tarynon' and she gets one copy of the special NOTCH2NL gene variant from her father, Tynyo. The second child born on Asha is named 'Tye' and he has two copies of the special NOTCH2NL gene variant, one from Tynyo and one from Naseh.

 Chapter 5 of "Plūribus ē Spatium" – I Hear You Dreaming (Ch 1)(Ch 2)(Ch 3)(Ch 4)

Scene 1: The Hierion Femtotube

Asha Simulation, Year 8

Figure 1. Marda on Asha. Image generated by Gemini.
The morning light on Asha woke Marda as it streamed into Naseh's bedroom. She gazed upon the still sleeping Naseh taking delight in Naseh's beauty. The distinctive Asterothrope features of Naseh were something that Marda had never quite gotten used to, even after eight years of daily exposure. Marda was following Naseh's thoughts as she dreamed a jumbled up dream about how Naseh had first met Tyhry and Marda on Earth.

The sun of Asha was slightly more orange than Earth's sun, and in the early hours it painted the lake shore in colors that suggested sunlight filtered by clouds, even on days like this when there were no clouds over the village. Naseh was eight months pregnant and her large abdomen seemed to ripple as the fetus inside Naseh moved.

From down the hallway, Marda could hear Naseh's two children playing with Marda's daughter. Marda rolled off of Naseh's bed and went to check on the children, shifting her telepathic linkage from Naseh to her daughter, Surty. Surty told Marda: We want breakfast.

Marda asked Tye and Oly, “What do you want to eat?”

Tye had already brought a bowl of berries for Oly whose lips and chin were stained with juice from blueberries and blackberries. Tye replied, “The usual, Auntie.”

Marda went to the kitchen and prepared eggs and pancakes. The eggs had been brought in from the chicken coop that morning by Tye. As the second oldest child on Asha, he was amazingly reliable about completing his chores without ever needing to be reminded. Marda telepathically sensed Naseh awaken and take a shower.

Marda and Naseh.
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When everyone had gathered at the dining room table, Marda announced, “I must be off.”

Although officially weaned, Oly climbed up into Naseh's lap and told Marda, “Bye-bye.” Oly then began comfort nursing at Naseh's breast.

Naseh knew that one of the Tyhry replicoids had returned from an Explorers Club over-night trip to the Jerash continent which was located on the far side of Asha. Naseh was following Marda's thoughts and asked, “What did Tarynon bring back this time?”

Marda replied, “They are calling these cubs a type of 'lynx'... it is another another Jerash feline creature that caught Tarynon's eye.” Tarynon was now seemingly running a zoo and trying to domesticate some of the animals that she had collected from Jerash continent. Marda and Naseh shared one last long hot kiss then Marda departed, telling Surty, “Come home when you are done playing.”

As Marda walked back to Sedrover, she contemplated the meaning of “home” for Surty who usually checked in at least once a day with Marda, but who moved around the village like a nomad. As Marda returned to Sedrover, Surty was still following Marda's thoughts and telepathically chided Marda, “Don't be jealous.”

Marda knew that she was jealous. She had expected her own daughter to be more dependent on her mother, but Surty was content to wander from home to home and merge into every family of the village, moving like the wind to where there were the most enjoyable opportunities for play.

Marda. Image generated by Gemini.
Now Marda let Surty's telepathic mind pattern slip away and she felt the mind patterns of Sedrover crew members. She particularly felt the the mind of the Tyhry replicoid who was known as T2, the second copy of the biological Tyhry that had been made using the Simulation System at Casanay. T2 had just returned to Sedrover after having taken Tarynon and the baby cats to the home of Lori where Tarynon had her ever expanding 'zoo' and fought an endless battle to keep her cats out of Lori's chicken coop. Tarynon was trying to restrict the cats to eating fish and force them to stop hunting chickens.

T2 had telepathically monitored Marda's approach and was now telepathically telling Marda: Tynyo objected to the arrival of another pet. Tarynon is still making the case for the beauty and uniqueness of this particular species of feline and why she wants to breed it. With characteristic Tyhry bluntness, she added: I bet you can guess who will win this argument.

Marda laughed. She'd had a future vision that had shown her the future of this first settlement on Asha, what would eventually be called 'Ery' (pronounced just like Earth's 'Erie'). The Erie people of that future time were known as the Cat people because of their love for their domesticated cats. Marda was now navigating the maze-like corridors and passages of Sedrover.

She thought about Tarynon's precocious interest in animal breeding. Tarynon and Tye were horny little fuckers. All of the children on Asha had become sexually active at about age five. Tye insisted on spending at least an hour every day exploring Tarynon's vagina with his big Ek'col style penis. As far as Marda could tell, all of the children on Asha were in love with each other and they had already discovered that sensory stimulation of their erectile tissue made it easier for them to synchronize their mind patterns and strengthen their shared telepathic connections. Perhaps most significantly, they all expected the adults on Asha to understand this and the fact that the children would let nothing get in the way of their love and their use of telepathy.

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Marda went up through the hatch that gave access to the upper surface of Sedrover. She was now standing on the aft deck of Sedrover, the ship's hull warming under the light of sun. Marda wiggled her toes and tried to remember the last time she had worn shoes or any type of clothing. Led by the children, almost everyone on Asha had abandoned the use of clothing for anything except protection from the sun and blackberry bush thorns and cool weather in winter.

Spread below Marda, the new settlement, officially named Ashapor (but nobody bothered to use that name) was a dozen buildings, strung out along the lake shore in an easy curve, the structures low and wide and already beginning to acquire some useful shade from trees that had been planted by the colonists. The site of Ashapor had been selected because it had plenty of water and mostly un-forested ground that was easy to cultivate.

Marda's telepathic mind meshed with that of T2 and they both put an arm around the other's back. They enjoyed gazing out upon the village where the people were genuinely happy and where they both enjoyed visiting the telepathic humans, although Tyhry and Marda spent most of their time onboard Sedrover or in the school house that was immediately below the small rise that was Sedrover's traditional landing spot. Gardens, rows of berry bushes and orchards had been planted between the buildings and it was gardens and parks that made up the vast majority of the space in the village. Children were already out among the bean rows, picking bean pods with the focused urgency of children intent on completing their chores as quickly as possible so that they could get back to the important business of play as soon as possible.

Eight years. The needed buildings for the colony were complete and in use. The gardens were producing and the underground food storage warehouse bulged with two years supply of food. The older children like Tarynon were growing like weeds and occasionally attending school. Marda wanted to enforce school attendance, but she had no authority, and keeping the children in a classroom depended on her ability to make lessons entertaining.

T2 and T3?
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  Sedrover had served its purpose as the colony's first home and now sat on its gravel landing apron at the edge of the settlement like a well-loved museum in a city of Earth that had begun to be forgotten by the city's residents. Marda did not think Sedrover deserved a quiet retirement. Sedrover deserved to be back in space, carrying out its intended function, searching the millions of star systems near Earth for habitable exoplanets.

Emerging from the hatch behind her was the Tyhry replicoid known as T3, who carried a leather cup sling holding cups of hot tea. She handed steaming cups to Marda and T2 without ceremony and commented on the settlement, “It really should be called 'Sleepy Town'.” T3 put an arm around Marda, trapping her between T3 and T2. They were all fantasizing about launching a three-way sexplay session, but Marda had an important topic on her mind. T3 could not resist slipping a finger into Marda's hot wet allzaurish. Marda moved her free had that was not holding tea down to T3's crotch and pulled out Her penis. Marda began giving T3 a gentle hand job.

“I confess: some days I'm bored, particular when nobody shows up for school.” Marda added, "I want to take Sedrover out of this Simulation... before Tarynon captures every cat on Jerash."

The two Tyhry replicoids giggled at Marda's joke. With only twelve students who had ever set foot in the school house, and most of those being tryp'At children of the crew members of Sedrover, it was not unusual for the school house to be empty. T2 suggested, "We could try cloud seeding. Rainy days have the best school attendance."

T3 added, “Rain making might be the one practical use for Sedrover on this world.”

"The colony doesn't need Sedrover anymore. The humans have their houses, they have plenty of food and they have each other." Marda nodded towards the settlement below. "They have more than enough, in fact. They are endlessly abandoning the unnecessary complexities and excesses of Earthly existence."

Manny. Image generated by Gemini.
The T2 replicoid sipped her tea. "We all agree that Sedrover should be back in space, exploring, but we made a deal with that devilish Manny. Now Sedrover is trapped here."

"I keep expecting Manny to show up. Surely she did not expect an interstellar spacecraft to go to waste, sitting here inside this Simulation."

“It may be that Manny made a duplicate of Sedrover. Another copy of Sedrover might already be out exploring the galaxy. How would we know?”

“The crew has been patient. Even Anthony's replicoid copies have been patient, and you know how they feel about the importance of searching for exoplanets."

“The original Anthony spent thousands of years in Alastor Cluster. He gets itchy if he can't get on a spaceship and go visit another world for the weekend.”

Marda shrugged. "I can't stop imagining that this is just a puzzle that Manny gave to me. A test of my problem solving ability. But as much as I've tried, I can't think of a way to extract Sedrover from this Simulation and send it home to Earth.”

T2 assured Marda, “My future vision was clear. Sedrover will depart. It won't be here on Asha in the future... I'm certain. There must be a way to break out of this Simulation.”

“I've been thinking about this for years and I cannot figure out how it can be done. The problem is quite simple. We are inside an accelerated Simulation where there are new rules, new constraints. For some mysterious reason, I can't pop myself out of this Simulation using my femtobot recall function, let alone extract an enormous interstellar spacecraft."

“It is not just you. The recall function does not work for any of us.” The T3 replicoid was quiet for a moment. Then she suggested, "We could try taking Sedrover further from Asha, but I'm afraid to waste sedron fuel. Not until we find a source of sedrons to mine here in this Simulation."

Figure 3. Manny and Marda.
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“There may be no such source inside this Simulation.”

From behind them, a familiar voice said, "There is, in fact, a way to liberate Sedrover from Asha."

Marda turned. Manny was seated in one of the deck chairs that Lori had made for lounging on Sedrover's aft deck during the first year of the colony's existence, insisting that a spaceship without deck chairs was a missed opportunity. Manny was using her preferred body 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 she had provided for herself.

"Manny! I've hoped you would appear," Marda said, with relief and only mild surprise.

"I've been watching your progress with great pleasure," Manny said. "Eight years have flown by in a flash! You've done beautifully. The colony is healthy. The telepathic bonds between the humans are developing exactly as I hoped." She gestured towards the settlement. "Tarynon's generation is going to grow up to be a remarkable community of telepaths."

"That is not my only concern," Marda said. "What about, Sedrover? It is a waste to keep it here on Asha. Tell me how to get it out of this Simulation."

“I played a small trick on you.” Manny allowed her tea cup to evaporate into its nanite components and drift away on the breeze. "This Asha Simulation is an advanced type of bumpha Simulation, running inside the Sedron Domain. Everything inside this Simulation — including Sedrover — is composed of zeptites. The ship's physical structure here is a precise zeptite replication of the original femtobot Sedrover that existed in the Ekcolir Reality Simulation of Earth, back in the Hierion Domain.”

T2 asked, “A Simulation within a Simulation?”

Marda and Manny.
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“No. Think of this Simulation as being adjacent to the Ekcolir Reality Simulation where your nanotech laboratory and Sedrover's hangar are located. That Simulation runs inside the Hierion Domain. The two compactified Domains are normally quite separate, each defined by its own set of spatial dimensions." Manny paused. "However, the Phari developed a technology for bridging between the Hadron Domain and the Hierion Domain, and I've modified that technology for my own purposes.”

“What technology?”

“It is called a hierion femtotube."

“I've seen those used as a popular plot device in stories archived at the Writers Block.” Marda said, "I've never used one."

"I haven't given you access to the programmed femtobots that are required to make one, not until now. A hierion femtotube is narrow — far too narrow for hadronic matter to pass through. But the zeptite components of this simulated Sedrover...” Manny stamped her foot on the hull of the spaceship, “...can disassemble, pass through the femtotube in a rushing stream, and then reassemble in the Hierion Domain. You'll soon have Sedrover back in its hangar on Earth. It is not magic... the process takes a few hours for an object of Sedrover's size." Manny reached into the pocket of her sparkling jumpsuit and pulled out a small device, which she tossed to Marda. "That's a femtotube anchor. Get everyone onboard Sedrover who wants to return to Earth and then place the activated anchor against Sedrover's hull. I've designed this tube to be intuitive to operate."

Marda examined the anchor device. It was warm in her hand and sparkled the way that advanced hierion-based technology sometimes did. "And the femtotube will stay open after Sedrover exits this Simulation?"

T2 and T3 on Sedrover.
Manny smiled. "Yes. The tube will remain open. Actually, it is already open, it is just not yet actively doing anything. You will be able to re-enter the Asha Simulation whenever you choose, and exit again, and re-enter. The femtobot recall functions that all you replicoids already have can allow you to slip your bodied through the tube. Think of it as a door that will now stay open and available for your recall function. And you will also be able to View events inside this Simulation using the Viewer equipment that is inside the nanotechnology lab on Earth."

"And the original Sedrover?"

"The original Sedrover is gone. This zeptite copy of Sedrover is the only one that remains. The original Sedrover was destructively scanned, eliminating its femtobot components during the creation of this copy." Manny reformed her tea cup again and took a sip, seemingly quite pleased with herself for having revealed the rather simple trick that Marda had hoped existed for liberating Sedrover from the forked Simulation of Asha. "Oh, I should mention one other thing. The hangar beside the nanotechnology laboratory on Earth will serve as the receiving end of the femtotube. I placed the anchor for the other end of the femtotube inside the hanger. When you exit this Simulation, you will find yourself inside the Ekcolir Reality Simulation, back inside the hangar."

The T3 replicoid, who had built the wind power energy supply system for Ashapor and who ran what was called the triplex (a combined sewage treatment plant, purified water source and fish hatchery) located five miles down the coast had been listening to Manny and now she spoke. "What about the crew members like me who plan to remain here on Asha after Sedrover leaves?"

A large number of Marda, Tyhry and Anthony replicoids had been made in order to help with the construction of Sedrover, but they had been gradually drifting off to participate in other projects, most aimed at acquiring advanced Fru'wu technology. It was no surprise that some would end up wanting to stay on Asha.

femtotube experiment
"You came here as femtobot replicoids," Manny said. "You may exit and re-enter this Simulation via the femtotube whenever you choose. Whether you remain on Asha or return to Earth is entirely up to you." She looked at the T3 replicoid with an expression that contained something warmer than scientific interest. "I'm please that some of you plan stay on this. This is a wonderful place to live. Without your willingness to help the humans, I would have had to provide some helper robots to the human colonists."

“I'm eager to take Sedrover home.” Marda turned the femtotube anchor over in her hands. "When should I do it?"

"There is no rush. Inform everyone that Sedrover will soon depart.” Manny frowned and looked at the faces of the three tryp'At. “Some of the crew will not find it easy to decide to leave or stay and some of your children will feel conflicted. The older ones will all decide to stay here. Even the younger one will want to return here."

Marda made a sad chuckling sound. “I suppose my daughter will stay here. She knows who her parents are, but she does not seem to care.”

Manny placed a hand on Marda's shoulder. "The human colonists have mostly lost interest in Sedrover. They will be sad to see it go, and sad to see you go, but you will return. They will have an excuse for a big party when you return." She paused. "Not that they ever really need an excuse for a party." Manny began releasing her nanite components and she started to become transparent.

There was something in Manny's tone that Marda filed away for later consideration.

"One more question before you go," Marda said. "I have plans for a spaceship building project. After Sedrover is gone, I intend to challenge the colonists here to build their own spacecraft. Yrmya is right there, visible in the night sky of Asha. A second habitable world, easily reachable by simple spaceship technology. It seems like it should be an irresistible challenge."

Manny looked at Marda for a moment with an expression Marda could not quite read. "I approve of that experiment," she said. "I look forward to learning if the telepathic humans of Asha will care about anything beyond this world." Then between one moment and the next, Manny was gone.

The T2 replicoid looked at the empty space where Manny had been. "She knows the future of this Simulation. There is something important she isn't telling us, as usual."

"Yes, that is Manny. She always expects us to figure things out for ourselves." Marda kissed first T3 passionately on the lips then pecked gently on T2's cheek. She closed her fingers tightly around the femtotube anchor and headed for the hatch. "I'll tell the crew and the humans that Sedrover is going home, to Earth."


Marda and Surty.
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By mid-afternoon of the next day, everyone had made their decisions about either staying on Asha or returning with Sedrover to Earth. Only T2 and one of the Anthony replicoids (known as Tony1) were going back to Earth with Marda. Tony1 had already tested the femtotube. Having now gone back and forth between Asha and Earth, Tony1 had determined that time was passing over a thousand fold faster on Asha than on Earth.

Surty had told Marda, “I've been adopted by Aymy and Tyna, just as you predicted. They'll take good care of my while you visit Earth.”

Marda had told Surty telepathically: I'll be back soon, my love. You can call this an adoption by Aymy, but I plan to be back in less than a year.”

Just minutes before the scheduled departure time, Lori stood at the base of the Sedrover entrance ramp with Tarynon. The child had and interesting combination of her mother's eyes and those of Tynyo and a quality of attention that always made Marda wonder where Tarynon's already impressive telepathic abilities might peak.

Tarynon could see into Marda's thoughts, but she enjoyed taking trips onboard Sedrover and did not like what she saw in Marda's mind. "Won't Sedrover come back?" Tarynon asked.

"Maybe someday," Marda told her. "But I have not heard that anyone has seen that in a vision of the future. I hope that the people of Asha will build their own spaceship... but that's a project for when I return."

Marda using the femtotube.
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Tarynon considered this with the gravity that eight-year-olds apply to large propositions. "A ship that will go to the orange star?"

"Yes. That orange 'star' is an entire world... Yrmya," Marda said. "Another habitable world located in this star system. Another whole planet, full of adventures waiting for you, just beyond your reach."

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 annoying adult. "It is so unfair. We won't even be able to reach Jerash when Sedrover is gone," she said simply.

Marda hugged Tarynon, “So, if you want to collect more specimens from Jerash you better attend your class sessions and learn and plan to work with me to build a flyer when I return. We can start simple with an anti-gravity aircar. T3 knows how to build on just like Tyhry's original flying car on Earth.”

Sedrover. Image generated by Gemini.
Knowing that the time for Marda's departure had come, Tarynon and Lori turned away, returning to their home. Marda placed the femtotube anchor against the Sedrover's port hull. The device activated and responded by following a precise sequence of instructions that began sending the constituent zeptites of the spaceship and its contents to Earth. Marda 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 and its contents systematically dissolved into their zeptite components and ceased to exist on Asha. A few of the colonists including T3 watched, holding hands, until the last shimmer faded and the landing apron held nothing but the warm night air.

In the hangar on Earth, Sedrover reassembled from its zeptite components and was then ready to return to the task of exploring the galaxy.


Scene 2: Years of the Quiet World

From Marda's research log, Year 12 of the Asha Simulation.

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The question of human and tryp'At inter-fertility. I'm ending this investigation. Having never observed a human-tryp'At hybrid on Asha, I conclude that this is one of Manny's tricks. The tryp'At were designed to be inter-fertile with Earth's humans, but I suspect Manny did not want the human population of Asha being cluttered with and excess of tryp'At gene combinations.

In contrast, there seems to be absolutely no reproductive barrier between Tynyo and Lori. Lori just gave birth to her tenth child; my gene sequencer revealed that six of them have inherited the special Ek'col NOTCH2NL variant from Tynyo.

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G-sim integration is proceeding for all newborns. Tarynon is now twelve years old. Her telepathic ability is impressive, but not as sophisticated as that for the children of Tynyo and Naseh who have inherited two of the special Ek'col NOTCH2NL gene variants. I conclude that the type of telepathy made possible by a zeptite endosymbiont's interaction with a human bio-brain is amplified by certain gene combinations. Tarynon shows strong telepathic bonds to Lori, to the other children, and — interestingly — to me. I am not certain what to make of the last item. She has always payed attention to me in a way that none of the children with two special Ek'col NOTCH2NL gene copies ever has. Tye sometimes seems to hate me because of all the time that Tarynon spends with me and he has lost his telepathic linkage to me.

Population note. The reproductive rate for the humans is below the rate that I originally projected. I'm investigating contributing factors. No obvious health issues detected. This might be due to all of the enthusiastic sex-play that Naseh has with me and other tryp'At. It almost seems that Lori is trying to make up for Naseh's lower fertility. Lori refuses to breast feed her children, which allows her to string together pregnancies one after another. Her children are willing to breast feed from anyone who is lactating and in general all of the children on Asha treat all of the adults as their parents.

I'm forcing Tarynon to do most of the work on the flying car that we are building, so progress is slow.


From Marda's research log, Year 24.

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School attendance continues to decline. Even Tarynon is frustrated; none of the younger children share her interest in science and engineering. She gives the young children rides in her aircar, but they are not impressed. They only seem happy when they are at home surrounded by their friends.

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. Tarynon is quite sexually active, but she uses contraception and has proclaimed that she intends to wait until she is older before having children. She knows that she is immortal and she is in no hurry to make babies. She and I are now making plans for how to build a spaceship that can reach Yrmya. Tarynon does not want me bringing spaceship components in from Earth. She want's to learn how to make everything here on Asha.

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The slow population growth rate among those born on Asha is apparently explained by an unusual pattern of reproductive decision-making. Most of those who were born here seem to feel — and I can find no better word than "feel" — that there is no need to make babies. They have lots of sex, but the women all use contraception. 

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. I've discovered an additional reproductive constrain among the children of Tynyo and Naseh who inherited two of the special NOTCH gene variants from their parents. They have some conscious access to the Sedron Time Stream which links them to the future and appears to be providing them with a dim but real sense of the family they will eventually have. They simply view the process of having children as something for the future. They prefer to spend their time playing and participating in the many artistic pursuits that have become integral to life on Asha.

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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 manufacturing process that makes beautiful clothing. In winter, there are flamboyant pageants for showing-off the clothing that is made, but most of the year everyone is naked. The music is remarkable. Last night Tynyo led a gathering 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. Every artificial surface on Asha is decorated with paintings, carvings, sculpture or woven hangings.


From Marda's research log, Year 38:

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Lori's grandson, Timton, asked me if I can modify the femtotube so that biological humans could use it to visit Earth. I have explained to him that hadronic matter cannot pass through a hierion femtotube. He accepted this without really understanding that I was telling him a lie. He can see my thoughts telepathically and he said, “I know I'm made of zeptites.” The humans of Asha don't really believe in nanites. They believe in the macroscopic objects that they can see and feel.

I could take Timton to Earth, as I once did for Tarynon, but I know that Timton be terrified to walk among the people of Earth, their minds all closed to him.

I think what Timton actually wants is not to visit Earth. I think he wants to know if 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 a Simulation, 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.

I've traced the general belief among the humans that they can delay having children to the tryp'At, including my own children. Surty has had visions from her future and she has telepathically shared those visions with the human children. It may have been a mistake to have so many tyrp'At here on Asha, helping the humans get established on this world. I suspect that this is something that Manny learned from this simulation and that is why Manny crafted a new type of tryp'At to send to Asha in the Final Reality.


From Marda's research log, Year 52:

I have identified two students who are worth noting.

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The first is Oryen, a young man of twenty-two who is the son of Tynyo and Naseh. He did not inherit even a single copy of the special Ek'col NOTCH gene variant and has always been good about attending school. He came to me three years ago because he wanted to understand how the G-sim works 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 close friend and an active member of the Exploers Club. She came to me for tutoring in astronomy because she is interested in the night sky. She has become obsessed with 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. The spaceship building project has been arduous. There are so many technical processes we have had to re-created from scratch here on Asha. Tarynon has always insisted that this spaceship be a product of Asha's ingenuity, not a product rolled off an assembly line on Earth.

It is hard work for Tarynon and Veth, but even after Veth realized just how hard, she has not yet stopped wanting to explore Yrmya.


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From Marda's personal log

The following conversation is one that I had with Oryen and Veth in Year 60 of the Asha telepathy experiment. It took place at our little observatory on the roof of the research laboratory which had been built off of the west end of the school house. It was after sunset, with Yrmya hanging in the western sky like a small orange lantern.

"Here is the challenge I want to put to you," I said. She had thought carefully about how to frame this. She had thought about it for years. "Yrmya is habitable. When Tarynon was young, we flew Sedrover to Yrmya and ran every sensor analysis available to us and all the data suggest that it will support human life. It is colder than Asha, but it has breathable air and plenty of water. For decades, Tarynon and I have worked with other tryp'At to prepare all of the materials and engineering processes needed to get us to Yrmya. I want you two to help us build that spacecraft."

Oryen looked at Yrmya. "What resources do we actually have on hand, ready to use?"

"Everything that Tarynon has assembled during the past four decades. You have available to you the materials, equipment, my help and the help of the other Sedrover crew members and access to everything they and I know about spacecraft engineering from having helped build Sedrover." I 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'm willing to start tomorrow... but... how many of you did it take to build Sedrover?"

“There were about twenty of us working full time.”

Image generated by Gemini.
“It is a big job”. Oryen said, more carefully, "We would need other people. Other engineers. Other builders. We would need the Ash to be interested in this project."

I knew that the humans of Asha has begun calling themselves the Ash. In their minds, they were the remnants of Humanity that could be obtained by burning away all of the errors and idiocy of Earth. "Yes," I said. "You would. That is the major part of the challenge."

They looked at each other. Veth was already planning. Oryen was already calculating the difficulty of what I had just described. Both of them understood, with the particular clarity that comes from being immersed in a telepathic community, that getting other residents of Asha interested in building a spaceship was going to be the harder problem by far.


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 five 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, with the additional assistance from we tryp'At.

Twenty years. For a project that I had hoped would capture the imagination of the entire colony.

Everyone in 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, and no personal desire to participate. Yrmya is visible on clear nights. I have heard the colonists refer to it sometimes as "Oryen's star," with affectionate pride in their community's eccentric engineer.

Figure 4. Image generated by Gemini.
They are proud of Oryen and Veth. They simply cannot understand why anyone would need to go to Yrmya.

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 has a problem on Asha, the whole community knows it and gathers around, ready to solve the problem. 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.

In the case of building a spaceship, most of the Ash view that as a distraction that I have created. It is not viewed as a problem that the Ash need to solve.

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.

Figure 5.  Image generated by Gemini.

 Scene 3: Marda and Tarynon

Asha Simulation, Year 84

Ely, Tarynon and Marda sat on a long log bench at the community fire pit where the annual solstice bon fire was held. This was the spot where the Sedrover had first landed on Asha. Out on the lake, a fishing boat moved through the lingering mist of the early morning, its electric motor churning out a stream of foam. From somewhere inside the settlement, someone was enthusiastically playing a stringed instrument. Marda telepathically identified the player and then several other instruments joined in.

Tarynon. Image generated by Gemini.
Tarynon was over eighty years old but had chosen to lock her apparent physical age at thirty, so her femtobot replicoid body had not seemed to age since young adulthood. She had her mother's dark eyes and a quality of settled self-possession that Marda had studied and had hoped to see in other children of Asha. She was, by any measure, a remarkable person. Marda had concluded that it was Tarynon who caused the later-born children to be different simply by helping them more quickly develop their telepathic abilities and the ability to share future visions.

"You wanted to talk about numbers again," Tarynon said.

"Population numbers," Marda said. "Yes. But those numbers are just the canary in the coal mine. The bigger problem is our failed attempt to build a spaceship here on Asha."

Marda and Tarynon.
Image generated by Gemini.
Tarynon nodded, since she had been expecting this conversation for some time. "You think we are not growing fast enough. Not building the ship quickly enough."

"The original projection assumed a growth rate based on a community of healthy, long-lived adults with no resource constraints. You natives of Asha have everything you need." Marda looked at the tall trees that now shaded the oldest buildings of the settlement. "I'd expected the population to be growing much faster than it is. I'd hoped the spaceship would have been built by now."

"We know the families will grow... at Asha speed," Tarynon said, gently. "It is hard to explain the Ash to someone who isn't born into a community of telepaths. 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."

Tarynon's vision of Asha's future.
Image generated by Gemini.
"I know," Marda said. "I've been watching this situation develop for a long time and trying to find a solution to the problem for fifty years." She paused. "But the past is done. I want to ask you something about the future, 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. Two more boats moved slowly out on the lake. The mist was gone. Sweet music continued in the settlement, restful, like the sound of bees in the orchards.

"I see this," she said at last. "Much more of this.... spreading slowly around the world. More people, more villages, more gardens, more music. A community of telepaths, growing deeper and more complex over time. The spaceship will get built, just not soon enough for you." She paused. "Is that wrong?"

"It's not wrong," Marda said carefully. "It's beautiful, actually. What you've built here is genuinely beautiful. But I want to ask you about Yrmya. You used to want to go there."

Tarynon smiled, and the smile contained a warmth that Marda recognized as the specific sign people show when they are being patient with someone who keeps returning to the same question. "Oryen and Veth are making progress. Charging off on adventures is a game for the young."

Image generated by Gemini.
Marda pulled her eyes off of the lake and looked at Tarynon. "When I issued the ship building challenge, I thought the idea of a whole other world to explore would be irresistible. I thought the Yrmya Circle would grow and unify everyone on Asha around a common goal."

"People here are not incurious," Tarynon said, with a slight edge that Marda had never heard from her before. "We simply have different goals that feel more important to us. How to be better partners to the people we love. How to make music better. Important things like that." She turned to face Marda. "Are those really of lesser importance than going to a distant, cold world?"

"No," Marda said, and meant it. "They are not lesser goals. I've studied this community for eighty years and I can see clearly what you value and I understand why." 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 what you plan to do," Tarynon said.

"First, it is not really my plan. I taught you this long ago. There are millions of habitable worlds in the galaxy. The plan — the very long plan, that began before you existed — is for humans to spread to those worlds. Not because the bumpha want us to. Because humans won the right to that great adventure, through our own history, at great cost." Marda paused and thought about the Time Travel War. "That plan requires humans who want to explore. Who feel the pull of what they don't yet know. Who look at a light in the sky and think: I have to find out what is there." She looked at Tarynon. "The Ash community looks at Yrmya and thinks: we have Asha. And Asha is enough."

Image generated by Gemini.
Tarynon did not answer immediately. She had for decades observed Marda's thoughts about how to “fix” and “repair” Asha. When she spoke, it was quietly. "And you think this is because of the G-sims we received at birth."

"I think that telepathic access to the Sedron Time Stream and the early development of telepathic ability, caused by giving newborns a G-sim, efficiently removes the kind of uncertainty that makes people want to explore. The children still have curiosity. They still have creativity. But they don't have the productive anxiety of genuinely not knowing what comes next. And my guess is, that productive anxiety might be exactly what sends people toward unknown worlds."

Tarynon looked at the lake. The music from the settlement had stopped and then started again, a different piece now, more complex. Out among the garden rows, children were singing while they cleared away weeds.

The sun comes up orange,
the lake comes up gold,
I can hear you dreaming before you're awake,
I can feel you laughing across the lake.

We sing our songs when the stars come bright,
We know each other the whole way through,
I know your heart and you know mine too.

"What will you change?" Tarynon asked.

"I don't know yet," Marda said, honestly. "I need to consult with Tyhry. The original Tyhry, who is on Asha of the Final Reality. I think it is time for us to discuss what has been observed here." Marda paused. "I may want to try something different... not providing a G-sim at birth, but later, when a child is old enough to have developed their own relationship with the unknown."

Figure 6. Ely and Tarynon.
Image generated by Gemini.
Ely, who had spent half a million years observing humans finally spoke. “It will not be easy to change the ways of the Ash. Manny might decide to simply reset the Simulation.”

Tarynon absorbed this in silence. Then she asked, in a voice that was careful and a little anxious: "Will children without a birth G-sim be able to bond telepathically with their parents when they are young? It is such a sweet thing... I would not want to give that up."

"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, "Maybe by the time you come back we will have built a spaceship."

"I hope so," Marda said. "I promise I'll be back as soon as possible. And Tarynon — I want you to know something. Whatever we decide to change in later generations, 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 right answer to Manny the bumpha's question."

Tarynon squeezed Marda's hand and released it. She told Ely, “I know why you don't show yourself among the Ash. You are so cold, so distant.”

Figure 7. Image generated by Gemini.
Ely chuckled. “You mean I prefer Earthlings to the Ash. True. I find humans without a sense of adventure boring and insipid. Yes, it is good that I have the ability to hide my thoughts from you humans.”

Marda stood. "I'm going to exit through the femtotube later this morning and return to Earth of the Final Reality. I need to find Tyhry and discuss the results of this experiment, so far."

"She is on Asha," Tarynon said. "The real one. How will you reach her?"

"Yes. The real one." Marda gazed 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. "If I have to teleport to Tyhry's Asha I might be away for a long time."

Figure 8. Marda and Ely.
Image generated by Gemini.
"Tell her this world is at peace," Tarynon said. "Even if it is not the answer she must find."

Marda took one last walk through the settlement with Ely, past the gardens and among the children who they both felt were deficient. Ely said, “This is all wrong, but it is pleasant to live here.”

Marda slapped Ely on the back. “Enjoy it while you can. When I return, changes will be made. I'll bring a sense of struggle and adventure to this world, even at the cost of lost tranquility.”

Image generated by Gemini.
Marda went into the old school house which was quiet on this sunny day. She activated the recall function.

Marda instantly arrived back in Tyhry's nanotechnology research laboratory in the Ekcolir Reality Simulation. Anthony's replicoid was at a workbench, studying a complex sample of mixed hierion-hadron composite obtained from the Fru'wu, and he looked up when Marda arrived. On his face the particular expression he used when he expected a horny tryp'At to engage him in sex-play.

"Anthony," Marda said. "I'd love to play, but I'm going to Casanay."

"Of course," he said. And Marda popped herself out of the Ekcolir Reality Simulation and returned to the Final Reality.

Marda, Anthony and T2.
Image generated by Gemini.
T2 emerged from her bedroom and commented, “Wow, she must really be in a hurry.” She put an arm around Anthony. “Don't mope. I'll play with you.” And she did. But they began to speculate on the extent of the changes that Tyhry and Marda would be making to the Asha Simulation

End Chapter 5

I had Gemini make some "storybook" images to illustrate Chapter 5, above. Sometimes the images that come from the imagination of Gemini are impressive; for example, see the huge ocean-going Sedrover in Figure 1. Both Claude and Gemini imagined the population of Asha growing faster than I did. That's quite a large and densely built-up village in Figure 2. Gemini got into the spirit of having fun with Manny's har (see Figure 3). Gemini also played around with the appearance of Marda, even giving her a tail (see Figure 4).

For the Gemini-generated image shown in Figure 5, there are two copies of Ely the Grendel. Maybe the real, original Ely gets to carry the staff with the cool blue crystal. Gemini really seemed to get into making images of Ely (see the images in Figures 6 - 8).

Next: plans for Chapter 6 of "Plūribus ē Spatium".

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Mar 4, 2026

The Quiet World

Tarynon on Asha.
 Shown in my previous blog post is a planning session with Claude concerning what to include in Chapter 5 of the science fictions story "Plūribus ē Spatium". Below on this page is Claude's 4,900 word-long draft of Chapter 5 of "Plūribus ē Spatium".

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."


Image by Leonardo.
By mid-afternoon Sedrover's decks were crowded with colonists who had come to say goodbye to the ship that had been their first home on Asha. Lori stood at the base of the landing ramp with Tarynon, now eight years old, on her hip. The child had her mother's dark eyes and a quality of attention that always made Marda feel slightly observed, as if the girl was listening to more frequencies than her ears could account for.

"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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They looked at each other. Veth was already planning. Oryen was already calculating the difficulty of what Marda had just described. Both of them understood, with the particular clarity that comes from being immersed in a telepathic community, that getting Asha interested in building a spaceship was going to be the harder problem by far.


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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"There are millions of habitable worlds in this galaxy. The plan — the very long plan, that began before either of us existed — is for humans to spread to those worlds. Not because the bumpha want us to. Because we won the right to, through our own history, at great cost." Marda set down her cup. "That plan requires humans who want to go. Who feel the pull of what they don't yet know. Who look at a light in the sky and think: I have to find out what is there." She looked at Tarynon. "Your community looks at Yrmya and thinks: we have Asha. And Asha is enough."

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 version of Chapter 5 of "Plūribus ē Spatium". 

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