Habitats (an Ell Donsaii story #7) (13 page)

Just as they got the next plate in place,
Carter got a contact from Ben Stavos on his headset. “Carter, you and the waldo team are needed to unload an inflatable habitat from our big spaceplane.”

“Inflatable habitat?”

“Yeah, it’s going to provide us a pretty big living and working space out there. We had it assembled down here on earth and stuffed it in the big plane to take it up there. We’re going to put it next to the steel box you guys are building to give us a place for people to live and work out there. First though, we’ve got to get it out of the spaceplane so we can try to blow it up.”

“When will it be here?” Carter asked, thinking it was weird to say “here” for the location of his Waldo in space when he himself was actually sitting
in a control saddle right there in the D5R facility.

“It’s there, if you aren’t seeing it, you must be facing the
wrong direction.”

Carter snapped the welder back to his torso and twisted in the control saddle to activate the jets that would turn his waldo around.

Then he gaped. “Holy crap!” he breathed. A 747 hung in space not far behind him! The big planes were mostly out of service, replaced by lighter, more fuel efficient jets, but Carter was an aviation enthusiast and it was recognizable to him by its bulbous front end. His initial reaction was to wonder how it could have snuck up on him, but of course there was no sound in a vacuum.

As he stared, a puff of gas came from a ring around the nose. Then the nose began hinging up to expose the central cargo cavity.
“Hey, Alex,” he said, “Turn around. You’re not gonna believe this…”

Carter and his team gradually flew their waldoes over to the front end of the 747. The nose piece mostly covered the cockpit windows but he could still see the pilots inside staring out at him. Inside the cavernous cargo area was what looked like huge wads of synthetic cloth, completely filling the cargo cavity. “Uh, Mr. Stavos?”

“I hope you aren’t going to tell me you can’t get it out of there?”

“Uh, well I’m concerned. It looks partially inflated. Did it completely fill the cavity wall to wall when it took off?”

“
Uh, no. Let me look at the cargo compartment cameras… Damn! We’d pumped the air out of it through the ports inside the habitat. When it left down here it was pretty flat and had one to two feet of space around it, top and sides. Not underneath, of course.”

“I don’t think you pumped enough air out. Now that it’s exposed to the vacuum of space it’s
expanded a little and looks like it’s filling the cavity pretty tightly. I’ll give it a tug.” After a moment Carter said, “It doesn’t budge. Admittedly it’s huge but, if it weren’t stuck I’d think it would have moved a little. Did you actually pump it out or did you hook it up to a port out here in the vacuum of space?”

Stavos br
eathed, “Damn! I can’t believe we used pumps to try to empty it when we could have just hooked it up to a port out there!”

“I think you’re going to have to hook it up to space somehow to get enough air out of it for us to pull it out of the plane.”

“OK, we’ll work on it, but we’ve got a lot of ports in the habitat and in the different layers of the outer wall. It could take a while. We’ve actually got a lot of ports that open to space in various locations around the solar system but right now we’re limited in the number of airtight connectors we can use to join them. Can you guys see the airlock? It’s supposed to be on the end that you’re looking at.”

“We see part of a large metal device.”

“OK, see if you can open it.”

“OK,” Carter said dubiously, jetting that way. “Doesn’t it have some kind of safety interlock to keep both doors from being open at the same time?”

“Oh, probably. I’m seeing if my AI can override… No it can’t. Damn, it looks like the guys flying the plane are going to be out there for a while.”

Carter said, “I think you need to close and pressurize the cargo hold.
The pressure will squeeze the remaining air out of the habitat faster.”

“Oh,
yeah, good idea. Let me know when your waldoes are clear of the opening.”

“OK, we’ll get back to welding
that steel box together,” Carter said starting to jet back toward it and waving the other three waldoes to follow. “Let us know when you’re ready for us to try to pull it out again.”

They’d welded two more plates into place when Stavos said, “Carter, we think we’re ready for you to try it again. We’ve depressurized the hold and the habitat looks loose.”

Carter took his team over. First they tried to pull the habitat out
but they had a hard time because they didn’t have much to pull against. The magnetic bases of the waldoes wouldn’t attach to the aluminum frame of the 747 so they had to hold on to the habitat with one hand and the aircraft with the other. Carter considered flying the waldo along the side of the habitat to the other end of the cargo bay and using his waldo’s jets to push the habitat out but the habitat was soft enough in its deflated state that he was afraid it would just mushroom out as he pushed. If it mushroomed up until it was up against the walls the friction could make it hard to move again. Then he realized that once that happened, the air from his jets would build up in the compartment behind the habitat and help push it out. He and Alex flew to the back of the cargo compartment and started pushing. Sure enough the habitat did mushroom. Once Cshrs toit had done that, Carter asked Stavos to open the ports that pressurized the cargo compartment. The air filling the compartment started pushing the habitat out into the vacuum faster and faster. A few minutes later it puffed out into space.

The 747
began pulling away. The waldo team flew around to the other side, gripped the habitat and relinquished control of their jets to their AIs. The AIs then coordinated and used their jets in combination to adjust the position of the habitat until it was stationary relative to the steel box they’d been building. Carter and his team took a break while that was being done.

When Carter
once again took control of his waldo and backed it away, the habitat looked different. He realized it had already enlarged a little. They must be pouring air in to fill the central cavity. He supposed that water must be flooding into the outer walls too since Stavos had said that water would provide their radiation shielding and thermal equilibrium.

***

Fladwami spoke to his AI, “See if you can get Donsaii on the line.”

A
moment later he heard her voice. It sounded raspy and flat, “Yes, Dr. Fladwami?”

“Hello, I was calling for an update on some things
… Is this not a good time?”

“No… go ahead,” she said, an ineffable sense of sadness pervading her words.

With a sense that he might be interrupting a funeral, Fladwami considered just insisting that he call back at a later time. But what would he give as a reason? Finally he said, “Is there anything new on Tau Ceti? Have the publications been submitted?”

“No
sir, the authors haven’t completed their manuscripts yet. Well one has, the other two are procrastinators.”

“OK, I’ve looked through the rough summary you sent me. It doesn’t look like there are any major technological advances or ‘dangerous’ knowledge that will result from your observations there?”

“Not that I see sir.”

“Have you found life elsewhere?
”

“Primitive life at Alpha Centauri, probably not multicellular. Dead worlds at Epsilon Eridani and 40 Eridani A
.”

“Those are the stars you’ve
sent missions to so far?”

Her voice still flat, she said, “Pretty much.”

His eyes narrowed, “Pretty much?”

“We’ve sent some
other missions, but those arrived very far from their target stars. Because of the distance remaining, those rockets are still in transit to their target planets, so we don’t really know what’s going on in those systems yet.”

“OK, I assume you’ll update me when you do know. Next I’d like to ask about the ‘one ended’ ports. I’m concerned about weaponization?”

C wi know.
“Yes, you’re right to be concerned, but we can only make them to open at distances of less than 5mm or greater than one AU. The short distance ones will be useful in medicine for relatively painless delivery of medications but of course could be used for toxins as well. I would point out that this really wouldn’t work much better than poisoning someone with a needle.”

“And with the other
range being no less than one AU, it couldn’t be used as a weapon against anyone here on earth?”

“Well, yes, and remember that
even if you tried to attack from more than an AU away, with an AU being 93 million miles, that the plus or minus 10% inaccuracy, means that you’d usually miss your target—by as much as 9 million miles. Not great for a weapon.”

“OK, that puts my mind at ease some. I have one further item to discuss?”

“Go ahead,” she said, still in a monotone.

He wondered if she had a
migraine. “The FBI and FedEx intercepted a package addressed to the White House from a false Atlanta address a while back. It contained a port and we believe it was the first real attempt to carry out an attack of terrorism using your ports. We’re wondering what can be done to limit such attacks?”

To Fladwami’s astonishment she proceeded to list multiple strategies
that Portal Tech was
already
implementing to make the use of portals for terrorism difficult, though of course, not impossible. “Of course,” she said, “we could try to stuff the genie back in the bottle but, on balance the ports seem to be a positive force in the world.”

“Agreed. But, we’re thinking that it would be good to have an FBI liaison to your company that could help with investigations of crimes
, and of terrorism, perhaps help to brainstorm on prevention?”

“Of course, send someone by. I’ll let Portal Tech know they’re coming.”

After she signed off, Fladwami sat pulling on his lip, worried that something terrible had happened to Donsaii. He hoped not. Eventually he checked the time on his HUD. He got up and headed for the Oval Office.

President David Flood looked up as Fladwami was shown into his office. “Hey Kant.” He leaned back, “What’s shaking in the world of science?”

“Well, Ms. Donsaii… uh,
I guess that’d be Dr. Donsaii, NCSU awarded her that doctorate for her work there. Anyway, Donsaii is going to shake up our world again.”

Flood grimaced, “OK, who’s gonna be pissed off this time?”

Fladwami looked blank a moment, “Oh, no, no economic upheavals this time. Some religious groups might be upset. She’s discovered primitive but intelligent aliens on the third planet of Tau Ceti.”

The President sat bolt upright and narrowed his eyes. “Too primitive to attack us?”

“Yes sir.”

Flood sagged back in his chair and closed his eyes, “Well, that’s fascinat C’k in ing and… aw crap. This’ll bite us on the ass
somehow
won’t it?”

“It shouldn’t, but, yes sir, I imagine it will.”

“OK,” he sighed, “Tell me about them…”
 

***

Emma knocked on the door to Ell’s office. A door that had seldom been shut in the past but had been closed almost constantly over the last three days.
At a grunt from inside she pushed it open.

“I said, wait a minute,” Ell mumbled, dabbing at red eyes and wiping her nose.

Emma stepped inside closed the door and sat down across from her friend saying nothing, just resting her eyes on the distraught young woman. “Hey,” she finally said.

“Hey yourself. What can I do for you?”

Quietly Emma said, “Quit beating yourself up. You saved Shelly’s life, you
tried
to keep that gun from hurting anyone else. No one could have done better… Everyone but you thinks you’re a hero!”