Envious and jealous and angry, Victoria looked for Griffith. She did not know what she wanted to say to him. Perhaps nothing. Perhaps she only wanted to glare.
"I didn't see it at all," he said. He turned around and strode away.
"He has ... things to think about," Kolya said apologetically.
"No kidding," Victoria said.
As soon as she and her partners had cleaned up, Victoria led the way up the hill to Starfarer^s axis, where the team's explorer waited in its dock on the hub.
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"Victoria!" J.D. sounded breathless. "Touch the web. The explorer—"
It took Victoria a moment to make her way through the reconnecting pathways.
Her steps faltered.
"Holy shit," Stephen Thomas said- Satoshi looked stunned. Zev reacted with a smile.
The explorer was receiving a transmission: a strong, regular signal of precise frequency. From outside Slarfarer. From within the Tau Ceti system.
"Let's go'"
Victoria broke into a run. She leaped through the gravity gradient, skimmed across the microgravity, and entered the zeio-g core.
The team members sailed weightless through the hallways.
They had to pass the transport to reach the next dock, where their explorer waited. Victoria glanced through the transparent partition into the transport's waiting room.
Though the transport passengers had disembarked, most of them remained at the starship's axis, as if they had been delayed by some minor mechanical glitch and would soon return to their places and fly home. AIzena, in her black clothes, huddled in a corner staring at the wall.
Gerald Hemminge saw Victoria. He launched himself toward the doorway, grabbed the doorframe to change his vector, and plunged down the hallway after her.
"Victoria!"
"I can't talk to you now." She kept going.
"But we've still a chance to recover from this awful mistake."
"Did your boss send you out to tell us that?" She was too excited to be bitter, but not too distracted for a little sarcasm. "I didn't see him—does he have his own private waiting room?"
"The chancellor wasn't on the transport," Gerald said.
"He accepted the leadership of this expedition, and he determined to remain."
"Nobody cares now, Gerald," Satoshi said. "Leave us alone."
Gerald saw Stephen Thomas. As the paramedic promised, he was developing a spectacular black eye.
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"Good god! What happened to you?"
"We nearly got squashed when your damned missile—"
"My missile! It belonged to your government—"
Stephen Thomas iunged awkwardly toward Gerald and grabbed him by the leg. Both men tumbled, bouncing from one wait to the other.
"Let go!"
Ignoring Gerald's protest, and his kicking, Stephen Thomas climbed up him until they were face to face.
"As far as I'm concerned, that fucking missile belongs to all the jerks who wanted to stop the expedition, and you're one of them!" He shouted, furious; he shoved Gerald away.
The reaction knocked Stephen Thomas against a wail. He had to scramble to get his balance. Gerald, more experienced in weightlessness, caught himself with his feet and pushed off again, still following Victoria.
"Victoria!"
"I told you I can't talk to you now. Gerald—we've got a signal. From the Tau Ceti system."
"But—that's wonderful'"
Victoria reached the explorer's hatch.
"I'm glad you understand. Now let us get to work, eh?"
"I do understand! This changes everything. If we go home now, with this evidence, we can start with a clean slate. Repairs, provisions, all our personnel—and then we can come back ... "
His voice trailed off. All four members of the alien contact team stared at him, unbelieving. Victoria felt completely unable to come up with a sufficient response to what he had
said.
When Zev followed J.D. into the explorer, Victoria neither objected nor tried to stop him. The alternative was to leave him out in the hall with Gerald.
Victoria headed for her couch. Before she relaxed into it. before the safety straps eased around her, she had already
begun the explorer's system checks.
As the systems signaled green and ready, the sensory overload of the last few chaotic hours flowed away, leaving Victoria physically drained but mentally hypersensitive.
Satoshi and Stephen Thomas and J-D. settled into their places in the circle. Zev drew himself into one of the places
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reserved for auxiliary, temporary members of the alien contact team, a place next to J.D.
Victoria glanced at each of her teammates in turn.
"Ready?"
"Let's go."
At Victoria's signal, the observation ports cleared and the explorer moved smoothly out of its dock. Starfarer fell away, its sail illuminated and filled by the new starlight-
They all gazed at their first close-up view of an alien star system.
A display formed, mimicking the system but exaggerating the planets so they would appear larger than pinpoints. Victoria compared the display to the system before them and showed her teammates the tiny disks of the planets, one halffull, and the other, closer one a slender crescent accompanied by the smaller crescent of its satellite.
"Christ on a unicorn," Stephen Thomas said.
"I'm recording now," Victoria said, "and transmitting back to Starfarer. We have not one but two terrestrial worlds— the second and third planets of the system—orbiting Tau Ceti. Starfarer entered the system midway between the two orbits.
A large moon, approaching lunar proportions, circles the inner terrestrial planet. The signal we are receiving emanates from that inner planet."
"From its moon," J.D- said hesitantly.
"You're right," Victoria said, surprised.
Arachne's web remained unstable, inconsistent. Victoria created a display and routed the signal into it. A holographic image formed at the center of their circle.
"This beacon wasn't meant to reach outside the system,"
Victoria said. "It's too weak. It was waiting. Waiting for us."
J.D. suddenly giggled. "Look at that."
Acting as a two-dimensional screen, the hologram laid out the transmission a single picture element at a time, in a Sagan frame one prime number of pixels wide by a second, different prime number of pixels high. A handsbreadth of the image was already visible, some structure already detectable.
"This is incredible," Victoria said. "We're getting it right
the first time."
"It'll be a map," Satoshi said with a smile.
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game they had often played, of trying lo decide how one alien intelligence would attempt its first communication with another.
"Uh-uh," Victoria said. "Electron orbitals."
"It won't be any of those things," J.D. said. "I don't know what it will be, but it will be something different."
"How will you reply?" Satoshi asked.
"Good question," Stephen Thomas said. "We've got a little explaining to do."
They watched as the beacon built up another scan line of black or white dots. Victoria began to think she could make out the pattern that was forming to greet her.
"What can you say to an alien being," she said, "after you've announced yourself with a thermonuclear explosion? "
"I don't know yet." Joy and excitement filled J.D.'s voice.
"I guess I'll just have to wing it."