Someone or something was vectoring gravity waves as power or communications or both. The implications of such advanced technology made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Pete de Conde sipped a cup of coffee as he stared at the grid pattern on the large screen. "Vinn, you're telling me that someone down there has found a way to direct the force of gravity along a single vector?"
"It looks that way," Vinn said, as he waited for the computer to print upthe conclusion of a long and involved calculation. He was trying to figure the relative intensity of one of the straight lines of gravitational force that connected the metallic installations. In relation to the planetary force the answer involved one heck of a lot of zeros after a decimal point. But that figure was misleading, for it measured only the size of the gravitational increment represented by the line of direction and not the applied force or the energy equivalent.
"Then even though all of our instruments show that there's nothing down there under the ice there is, in effect, a live power grid covering the whole planet?" Pete asked.
"Power, or communication, or something I can't even imagine," Vinn said. "This is virgin territory for me."
"And for anyone else," Iain Berol said.
Pete rubbed his chin, sipped his coffee thoughtfully. "Those square constructions are refrigerating units," he said.
Vinn nodded. "That would seem to be the case."
"When someone shot up a few of them, the ice melted," Pete said.
"Then the grid was reformed." He pointed to the area where there was a blank space in the regular grid of square installations. "See how the lines connecting the units are more distinct on all sides of the blank area? More power is being directed to those units, but even that isn't enough to reform the ice burden to its original depth. It's only a few feet thick there on the plain."
"But why put a whole planet in deep freeze?" Kara asked.
"Because they have something to hide," Pete said. "And they're willing to be nasty to keep it hidden."
"You keep saying 'they,' " Kara said. "But we get no life signals."
"Could your instruments detect life through several hundred feet of ice, frozen earth, and rock?" Pete asked.
"Through ice, yes," Kara said, "but only through a very shallow layer of earth and rock."
"So there could be something down there at a depth of several hundred feet below the surface," Pete said. "Something or someone who knows how to use gravity as power." He winked at Iain. "Iain, I wonder what the captain's discovery share would be if the Carmine Rose took home the secret of a new and unlimited source of cheap power?"
Iain whistled.
"Don't even think it, Pete," Vinn said. "There are eight bodies down there and an X&A ship is missing. We're going to let the big boys handle this."
"Son," Pete said, "no brag, but I am one of the big boys. And this is my ship. Now whatever it is down there, whether it's a them or an it, it has killed off my wife's family. I think it owes her something for that. What do you say, Iain?"
"As you said, it's your ship." Iain grinned. "I'm still trying to figure my discovery share of applied gravitational power."
"Kara?" Pete asked.
"I'm with Iain."
"Do I have a vote?" Sarah asked.
"Of course," Pete said.
"I would like to know what it was that killed my parents and my brothers and sisters."
"And you're willing to risk the life of one more Webster, not to mention mine, to find out?" Vinn asked.
Sarah looked thoughtful. "I think," she said slowly, "that if it could kill at a distance it would have killed us already. I know that it can reach out and touch me at a long distance. I think that whatever it is down there is able to get into my mind, because the very idea of me, Sarah Webster, being out here so far from home, from my children, from all of my involvements, cannot be explained without postulating some outside influence. I've been thinking a lot about that since we left Tigian. Vinn, it was entirely out of character for me to let you, a stranger, into my housewhen I was home alone. I had no urgent reason to believe that anything was wrong with any member of my family. My parents told us when they left that they might be gone for years. There was no crucial reason for David and Ruth to go jumping off looking for Mom and Dad—unless that idea was implanted by an outside force, and I know that they would never have done—what they were doing—on their own."
She paused, looked into Vinn's eyes. "You were in love with Sheba, Vinn, and so, naturally, she was on your mind, but why were you so convinced that she was in danger and needed your help?"
"I don't know," Vinn said.
"You heard her voice."
He nodded. "Yes, but I was so much in love—"
"I heard, too," Sarah said. "You accused me of doing an imitation of Sheba."
Vinn nodded grimly. He looked at the grid that was connected by the pinpoint lines of gravitational force.
"In theory, the gravitational force of this planet extends forever," he said. "It's here and it's everywhere else at the same time. It would, of course, be distorted by other bodies, but it reaches the far end of the universe, even though its strength diminishes with distance."
"It's quite a jump from here to the home planets," Iain said. "If something down there did influence you two over that distance, was it using the gravitational waves of the planet as a carrier band, for lack of a better description?"
Vinn shrugged. "Could be, but that doesn't explain how it could pinpoint one individual out of billions."
"Why don't we leave the answers to that to the boffins?" Pete asked.
"Are we agreed that there's something alive down there?"
"That depends on your definition of life," Vinn said. He didn't elaborate, but he had begun to form a definite idea about the nature of the intelligence that inhabited the ice planet. The others were silent, waiting.
"My bet is that it can't touch us up here," Pete said. "I think Mom and Pop Webster got excited when they recorded all of the metallic readings and landed on the surface where they could be affected."
"I can buy that," Vinn said. "I can also accept the premise that David and Ruth Webster were lured down to the surface by the discovery of their parents' ship, but Joshua Webster was Service, making it difficult to explain why he was down there where it—or they—could get at him."
"It reaches into the mind," Sarah said.
"If it can reach into the mind," Pete said, "it can communicate with us." He winked at Iain. "I'd like to talk with it about the manipulation of gravity. Why don't we try to open a dialogue?"
"What do you suggest?" Iain asked.
"So far it's been ignoring us. Let's see if we can't force some kind of a reaction," Pete said. "Iain, fire up the laser and cut the communication lines between a couple of those icing units."
"You're forgetting the Erin Kenner," Vinn said. "Apparently she used force, blasting a few of the units. Did her use of force provoke greater force in return?"
"I am in agreement with the idea that if it could kill us while we're in space it would have done so already," Pete said. "Let's give my suggestion a try."
Vinn remembered Sheba's smile, the smell of her, the soft and warm feel of her in his arms. He nodded.
A laser beam lashed down and, like a surgical scalpel, slashed a narrow, deep cut into the ice directly over one of the connecting lines of force. Iain, at weapons control, monitored his sensors alertly.
"Ah, ha," Pete said, for instantly the intensity of the lines of force connecting the two separated units to others were reinforced as power was increased to bypass the severed line.
"Isolate that one unit," Pete said.
The beam flashed down, one, two, three times. One unit was completely cut off from all others. Within minutes a film of melt water appeared in the affected area as the sun's energy was absorbed by the ice.