‘It shows in the pattern. Everything shows in your pattern because it is so well designed.’
Marlene virtually purred. She had her praise. It would only be right to return the compliment. ‘But your own must be well designed, too.’
‘It is different. My pattern stretches out. It is simple in every spot and is only complex when taken together. Yours is complex to start with. There is no simplicity in it. And yours is different from the others of your kind. The others are - snarled. It is not possible to cross-reach with them - to communicate. A rearrangement is damaging, for the pattern is fragile. I didn't know. My pattern is not fragile.’
‘Is my pattern fragile?’
‘No. It adjusts itself.’
‘You tried to communicate with others, didn't you?’
‘Yes.’
The Erythro Plague. (There was no response. The thought was private.)
She closed her eyes, reaching out intently with her mind, trying to locate the source of the outside mind reaching her. She was doing it in some way she did not understand, perhaps doing it all wrong, perhaps not doing it at all. The mind might laugh at her clumsiness - if it did such a thing as laugh.
There was no response.
Marlene thought, ‘Think something.’
Inevitably, the thought came back, ‘What shall I think?’
It did not come from anywhere. It did not come from here or there or elsewhere. It came from inside her mind.
She thought (angered at her own insufficiency), ‘When did you sense my mind pattern?’
‘On the new container of human beings.’
‘On Rotor?’
‘On Rotor.’
She was suddenly enlightened. ‘You wanted me. You called me.’
‘Yes.’
Of course. Why else had she so wanted to go to Erythro? Why else had she been looking at Erythro so longingly that day when Aurinel came to her to say her mother was looking for her?
She clenched her teeth. She must continue asking, ‘Where are you?’
‘Everywhere.’
‘Are you the planet?’
‘No.’
‘Show yourself.’
‘Here.’ And suddenly the voice had a direction.
She was staring at the creek, and she suddenly realized that while she had been communicating with the voice in her mind, the creek had been the only thing she had been sensing. She had not been aware of anything else around her. It was as though her mind had enclosed itself, in order to make it more sensitive to the one thing that had filled it.
And now the veil lifted. The water was moving along the rocks, bubbling over them, swirling in a small eddy in a space marked off by several of those bubbles. The small bubbles turned and broke, even as new ones formed, setting up a pattern that, in essence, didn't change, and in fine detail was never repeated.
Then, one by one, the bubbles broke noiselessly and the water was flat and featureless, but still turned. How could she see it turn if it were featureless?
Because it glistened very slightly in the pink light of Nemesis. It turned and she could see it turn because the shimmers formed arcs that spiraled as they turned and coalesced. Her eyes were caught in it, slowly following the turns as they collected into the caricature of a face, two dark holes for eyes, a slash for a mouth.
It grew sharper, as she watched, fascinated.
And it took on definition and became a face, staring up at her with empty eyes, yet real enough to recognize.
It was the face of Aurinel Pampas.
75
Siever Genarr said, thoughtfully and slowly, making an effort to treat the matter calmly, ‘And so you left at that time.’
Marlene nodded. ‘The time before I left when I heard Aurinel's voice. This time I left when I saw Aurinel's face.’
‘I don't blame you-’
‘You're humoring me, Uncle Siever.’
‘What should I do? Kick you? Let me humor you - if it pleases me. The mind, as you call it, picked up Aurinel's voice and his face from your mind, obviously. Those things must have been very clear in your mind. How close were you to Aurinel?’
She looked at him suspiciously. ‘What do you mean? How close?’
‘I don't mean anything terrible. Were you friendly?’
‘Yes. Of course.’
‘Did you have a crush on him?’
Marlene paused and her lips pressed together. Then she said, ‘I suppose I did.’
‘You use the past tense. Don't you any more?’
‘Well, what's the use? He just thinks of me as - a little girl. A kid sister, maybe.’
‘Not entirely an unnatural thought, under the circumstances. But you still think of him - which is why you've conjured up his voice, and then his face.’
‘What do you mean “conjured up”? It was a real voice and a real face.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Of course I am.’
‘Have you told your mother any of this?’
‘No. Not a word.’
‘Why not?’
‘Oh, Uncle Siever. You know her. I couldn't stand all that - nervousness. I know. You're going to tell me it's all out of love, but that doesn't make it easier.’
‘You're willing to tell it to me, Marlene, and I'm certainly very fond of you.’
‘I know that, Uncle Siever, but you're not the excitable type. You just look at things logically.’
‘Shall I take that as a compliment?’
‘I mean it as one.’
‘In that case, let's look at what you have found out, and do it logically.’
‘All right, Uncle Siever.’
‘Good. To begin with, there is something alive on this planet.’
‘Yes.’
‘And it's not the planet itself.’
‘No, definitely not. He denied that.’
‘But it's one living thing, apparently.’
‘I get the impression that he's one living thing. The trouble is, Uncle Siever, that what I get is not like telepathy is supposed to be. It's not like reading a mind and just getting talk. It's also impressions that come over you all at once, like looking at a whole picture instead of at the little bits of light and darkness that make it up.’
‘And the impression is of one living thing.’
‘Yes.’
‘And intelligent.’
‘Very intelligent.’
‘But not technological. There is nothing technological that we've ever found on the planet. This living thing that is not visible, not apparent, merely broods over the planet - thinks - reasons - but doesn't do anything. Is that it?’
Marlene hesitated. ‘I can't quite tell, but maybe you're right.’
‘And then we came. When do you suppose that it became aware that we had come?’
Marlene shook her head. ‘I couldn't say.’
‘Well, dear, it was aware of you while you were still on Rotor. It must have become aware of intelligence invading the Nemesian System when we were still quite a way off. Did you get that impression?’
‘I don't think so, Uncle Siever. I think he didn't know about us until we landed on Erythro. That attracted his attention and then he looked around and found Rotor.’
‘Perhaps you're right. Then it experimented with these new minds that it sensed on Erythro. They were the first minds not its own that it may have ever sensed. How long has it lived, Marlene? Any idea?’
‘Not really, Uncle Siever, but the impression I got is that he has lived a long time, maybe nearly as long as the planet.’
‘Maybe. In any case, however long it has lived, this was the first time it ever found itself immersed in many other rninds, far different from its own. Does that sound right to you, Marlene?’
‘Yes.’
‘So it experimented with these new minds and because it knew so little about them, it damaged them. That was the Erythro Plague.’
‘Yes,’ said Marlene with sudden animation. ‘He didn't say anything about the Plague directly, but the impression was strong. That original experimentation was the cause.’
‘And when it realized that it was causing damage, it stopped.’
‘Yes, that's why we don't have Erythro Plague now.’
‘And from that it would seem that this mind is benevolent, that it has a sense of ethics we can approve of, that it doesn't wish to harm other minds.’
‘Yes!’ said Marlene with delight. ‘I'm sure of that.’
‘But what is this life-form? Is it a spirit? Something immaterial? Something beyond our senses?’