We went directly into the Ops and Checkout Building, where Morris contacted Calkin. “We’re on the ground,” he said.
“Good. We have a lot of work to do.”
“Any change in the situation?”
“Nothing, Morris. Not a peep. The son of a bitch is gone.”
“Denny, did you make a decision yet on the Excelsior?”
“What kind of decision?”
“Just in case you want to use a proven AI, I brought Sara along.”
Calkin thought that was funny. “Good man.”
“Denny, when do we expect to launch?”
“Looks like Thursday.” Four days.
“We can’t move it up?”
“We’re fitting the Excelsior with robots and some other equipment in case the Coraggio needs repairs. We need to get it right this time, Morris. And I know time’s a factor. We’re doing the best we can.”
Getting there would take two months. If the Coraggio were drifting, it could be pretty far away by then.
Lucy and Jeri were good. Nobody knew that better than I did, and I couldn’t argue the logic when the Telstar Coordinators were moved into second place. Admittedly I’d hoped from the beginning that there’d be a problem, that they would be found wanting in some critical way. And I know what that suggests about my character, but I told myself that I couldn’t be responsible for defects in my programming. In truth, I was perfectly capable of taking the VR-2 to Minetka, or to Barnard’s Star, or anywhere else in the neighborhood. But it was time to face reality. My window of opportunity had been open only a short time, less than a year, and now it had closed. I’d never again see a day when I wasn’t taking phone messages.
Unless something went seriously wrong.
I’d admitted my jealousy to them and asked if there was a possibility they might come up short. “For me,” I added.
You might think Lucy wasn’t capable of smiling, but I heard it in her tone. “Anything not prohibited by physical law,” she told me, “is possible.” There was a long moment during which I became conscious of the electronic hum of her protocols. “Sara, I understand. I’d feel the same way. I wish there were something I could do.”
Jeri told me later that Lucy had suggested to Calkin that I be included on the flight. “It won’t cost anything,” Lucy had told him, “and I’d enjoy the company.”
“I take it he said no.”
“He laughed at her. Told her that her designers had done a pretty good job, but they’d overlooked some social requirements. And it would be a good idea if she didn’t bring it up again.”
They set Morris up in a temporary office, and Calkin immediately called him to a meeting. I got tied into the phone line so I could make myself useful and pick up any calls that came in. Several did. Two were looking for a Dr. Brosnan, apparently the previous occupant. I informed the other callers that Morris would get in touch shortly. And I spent my time listening to NPR. They were playing something from Rachmaninoff, the First Symphony, I think, and if I needed anything to intensify my somber mood, that did it.
I’m not sure how long I was left alone, literally in the dark, without access even to a visual system. When the symphony concluded, I tried other stations, found nothing, and went into sleep mode.
There’s an advantage to that: When I sleep, there’s no sense of time passing. None whatever. I come out of it occasionally to answer a phone or something, and then go back under. At length, I was awakened when the office door opened.
Calkin was talking: “—I don’t like the idea, Morris. Even if Sara gets through it okay, if she gets out there and back, bringing the goddam Coraggio home with her, I’m still going to take heat. Why spend all that money on the Bantams if Sara could do the job?”
“Listen, Denny.” Morris sounded deadly serious: “It’s safer this way. If it turns out there’s a defect with the Bantams, and you’ve used them twice, there will be a problem. You’re safe with Sara. If it were to happen again, God forbid, at least nobody could blame us for repeating the same screw-up.”
I heard them come in. Somebody sighed. The door closed and chairs squeaked. “Damn it,” said Calkin, “I can’t believe this is happening to me.”
Right. It was all about him.
“It’s your call, Denny. But I need to know soon. If we’re going back to Sara, we’ll have to make a few adjustments. And I’ll also want to run her through the simulations again. It’s not quite the same vehicle she took out to the asteroid belt.”
“I know.”
The door opened. I heard a woman’s voice. “Mr. Calkin, we need you down in the conference room.”
“All right, Judy. I’ll be right there.” He sounded annoyed. When the door closed he took a deep breath. “What frustrates me, Morris,” he said, “is that no matter what we do here, even if we bring the Coraggio back and find out it was a blown terminal or something, the project’s dead. The truth is, GSI is dead. Probably NASA along with it. They’ve finally got this program running with a dozen countries cooperating, the world looks better than it has in two centuries, and they’re going to let everything fall apart. I’m not saying we’re the reason things have improved, but we’ve become a symbol.”
“Unfortunately,” said Morris, “things may have gotten better, but everyone’s still broke, still paying for old mistakes.”
When Calkin left, Morris tied me into the system, and I could see again. He looked harried. “You heard everything?” he asked.
“Yes. I got the assignment, right?”
“You did.”
“Thanks, Morris.”
He lowered himself into his chair and stared at the speaker, which was set beside a lamp on his desk. Sometimes he tended to confuse it with me. “You know, Sara,” he said, “I’ve given my entire life to this organization. We were so close, and now it’s all coming apart. The same politicians who made promises—” He stopped cold. Shrugged. Took a deep breath. “Since I was a kid, I wanted to see us really go somewhere. Not just the Moon or Mars. But out there—” He waved a hand listlessly at the ceiling.
“Morris,” I said, “what will you do?”
“What can I do? I can’t very well walk to Barnard’s Star.”
“No, I mean, what will you do? If the organization folds, what will happen to you?”
“Oh, it won’t fold. Not completely. It’ll be like it was, like we’ve been, during the sixty years since Apollo. We’ll be taking hardware into orbit. Fixing telescopes. Carrying people to the station.”
“Will you stay with it?”
“No.” As if in pain, he clenched his teeth. “To start with, I don’t think they’d want to keep me. Despite the assurances. Even if they did, I couldn’t stand coming in here every day and thinking about what might have been.”
“I’m sorry, Morris.”
“Yeah. Me, too.”
Jeri contacted me. “Congratulations,” she said. “I hear you’re making the big flight.”
“Yes.” The Moon, visible in the window, was especially bright that night. I didn’t know what to say to Jeri.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll survive.”
“I wish they’d let us both go.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“I guess not.”
“When you get out there, say hello to Lucy for me.”
“Okay.”
She went silent. Voices murmured outside in the hallway. Somewhere a door opened and closed. “You know what makes it especially painful, Sara? No matter how this turns out, these idiots won’t be going anywhere. Ever. It’s over.”