The forty-minute flight from surface to parking orbit was not Duncan’s first experience of space; he had made several brief trips to neighboring moons, aboard this same shuttle. The Titanian passenger fleet consisted of exactly five vessels, and as none possessed the expensive luxury of centrifugal gravity, all safety belts were secured throughout the voyage.
Any passenger who wished to sample the joys and hazards of weightlessness would have just under two hours to experience it aboard
Sirius, before the drive started to operate. Although Duncan had always felt completely at ease in free fall, he let the stewards float him, an inert and unresisting package, through the airlock and into the ship.
It had been rather too much to expect the Centennial Committee to provide a single cabin-there were only four on the ship-and Duncan knew that he would have to share a double. L.3 was a minute cell with two folding bunks, a couple of lockers, two seats-also folding-and a mirror-vision screen.
There was no window looking out into space; this, the Welcome Aboard! brochure carefully explained, would create unacceptable structural hazards.
Duncan did not believe this for a moment, and wondered if the designers feared an attempt by claustrophobic passengers to claw a way out.
And there were no toilet facilities-these were all in an adjacent cubicle, which serviced the four cabins around it. Well, it was only going to be for a few weeks…. Duncan’s spirits rose somewhat after he had gained enough confidence to start exploring his little world. He quickly learned to visualize his location by following the advice printed on the shipboard maps; it was convenient to think of Sirius as a cylindrical tower with ten floors. The fifty cabins were divided between the sixth and seventh floors. Immediately below, on the fifth level, was the lounge, recreation and dining area.
The territory above these three floors was forbidden to passengers. Going upward, the remaining levels were Life Support, Crew Quarters, and-forming a kind of penthouse with all-round visibility-the Bridge. In the other direction, the four levels were Galley, Hold, Fuel, and Propulsion. It was a logical arrangement, but it would take Duncan some time to discover that the Purser’s Office was on the kitchen level, the surgery next to the freight compartment, the gym in Life Support, and the library tucked away in an emergency airlock overlapping levels Six and Seven…. During the circumnavigation of his
new home, Duncan encountered a dozen other passengers on a 61 similar voyage of exploration, and exchanged the guarded greetings appropriate among strangers who will soon get to know each other perhaps all too well. He had already been through the passenger list to see if there was anyone on board he knew and had found a few familiar Titanian names, but no close acquaintances. Sharing cabin L.3, he had discovered, was a Dr. Louise
Chung; but the parting with Marissa still hurt too much for the “Louise” to arouse more than the faintest flicker of interest.
I In any event, as he found when he returned to L.3, Dr. Chung was a bright little old lady, undoubtedly on the far side of a hundred, who greeted him with an absent-minded courtesy which, even by the end of the voyage, never seemed to extend to a complete recognition of his existence. She was, he soon discovered, one of the Solar System’s leading mathematical physicists, and the authority on resonance phenomena among the satellites of the outer planets. For half a century she had been trying to explain why the gaps in
Saturn’s rings were not exactly where all the best theories demanded.
The two hours ticked slowly away, finally seeming to move with a rush toward the expected announcement: “This is Captain Ivanov speaking at minus five minutes. All crew members should be on station or standby, all passengers should have safety straps secured. Initial acceleration will be one hundredth gravity-ten centimeters second squared. I repeat, one hundredth gravity. This will be maintained for ten minutes while the propulsion system undergoes routine checks.”
And suppose it doesn’t pass those checks? Duncan asked himself. Do even the mathematicians know what would happen if the Asymptotic Drive started to malfunction? This line of thought was not very profitable, and he hastily abandoned it.
“Minus four minutes. Stewards check all passengers secured.”
Now that instruction could not possibly be obeyed. There were three hundred twenty-five passengers, half of them in their cabins and the
other half in the two lounges, and there was no way in which the dozen harassed stewards could see that all their charges were behaving. They had made one round of the ship at minus thirty and minus ten minutes, and passeligers who had cut loose since then had only themselves to blame. And anyone who could be hurt by a hundredth of a gee, thought Duncan, certainly deserved it. Impacts at that acceleration had about the punch of a large wet sponge.
“Minus three minutes. All systems normal. Passengers in Lounge B will see
Saturn rising.”
Duncan permitted himself a slight glow of self satisfaction. This was precisely why, after checking with one of the stewards, he was now in Lounge B. As Titan always kept the same face turned toward its pr tary the spectacle of the great globe climbing abe the horizon was one that could never be seen from the surface, even if the almost perpetual over cast of hydrocarbon clouds had permitted.
That blanket of clouds now lay a thousand kilometers below, hiding the world that it protected from the chill of space. And then suddenly-unexpectedly, even though he had been waiting for it-Saturn. was rising like a golden ghost.
In all the known universe, there was nothing to compare with the wonder he was seeing now. A hundred times the size of the puny Moon that floated in the skies of Earth, the flattened yellow globe looked like an object lesson in planetary meteorology. Its knotted bands of cloud could change their appearance almost every hour, while thousands of kilometers down in the hydrogen-methane atmosphere, eruptions whose cause was still unknown would lift bubbles larger than terrestrial continents up from the hidden core.
They would expand and burst as they reached the limits of the atmosphere, and in minutes Saturn’s furious ten-hour spin would have smeared them out into long colored ribbons, stretching halfway round the planet.
Somewhere down there in that inferno, Duncan reminded himself with awe,
Captain Kleinman had died seventy years ago, and so had part of Grandma
Ellen. In all that time, no one had attempted to return. Saturn still
represented one of the largest pieces of unfinished business in the Solar System-next, perhaps, to the smoldering hell of Venus.
The rings themselves were still so inconspicuous that it was easy to overlook them. By a cosmic irony, all the inner satellites lay in almost the same plane as the delicate, wafer-thin structure that made Saturn unique. Edge on, as they were now, the rings were visible only as hairlines of light jutting out on either side of the planet, yet they threw a broad, dusky band of shadow along the equator.
In a few hours, as Sirius rose above the orbital plane of Titan, the rings would open up in their full glory. And that alone, thought Duncan, would be enough to justify this voyage.
“Minus one minute…”
He had never even heard the two-minute mark; the great world rising out of the horizon clouds must have held him hypnotized. In sixty seconds, the automatic sequencer in the heart of the drive unit would’ initiate its final mysteries. Forces which only a handful of living men could envisage, and none could truly understand, would awaken in their fury, tear Sirius from the grip of Saturn, and hurl her sunward toward the distant goal of