Mercury (11 page)

“Why is the sky blue?” Molina snapped. “How the hell should I know?”

“We know why the sky is blue,” McFergusen murmured, a slight smile on his bearded face.

“Rayleigh scattering,” said the young woman on the other side of the table.

“The question remains,” McFergusen said, in a voice loud enough to silence the others, “that you received an anonymous message that led you directly to the specimens you discovered, and no one else has been able to find anything similar.”

“And no one else has tested your specimens,” said the woman on Molina’s left.

Seething, Molina hissed, “Are you suggesting that I
faked
my findings?”

“I am suggesting,” she said, unfazed by his red-faced anger, “that you allow us to independently test your specimens.”

“It’s possible to make an honest mistake,” Bishop Danvers said softly, laying a placating hand on Molina’s arm.

“Look at Percival Lowell, spending his life seeing canals on Mars that didn’t exist.”

“Or the first announcement of pulsar planets.”

McFergusen said gently, “No one is impugning your honesty, Dr. Molina. But we can’t be certain of your results until they are checked by a third party. Surely you understand that.”

Reluctantly, Molina nodded. “Yes. Of course. I’m sorry I got so excited.”

Everyone around the table seemed to relax, ease back in their chairs.

“But,” Molina added, pointing straight at McFergusen, “I want to be present when the tests are made.”

“Certainly,” McFergusen agreed. “I see no problem with that. Do any of you?”

No one objected.

“Very well, then. We can test the rocks tomorrow. Dr. Baines, here, is the best man for the job, don’t you agree?”

Molina nodded.

“I will attend the procedure myself,” McFergusen said, almost jovially. “With you, Dr. Molina.”

Molina nodded again and muttered, “Thank you,” through gritted teeth.

“You’ve got to help me,” Victor Molina said, his voice trembling slightly. “You’ve
got
to!”

Dante Alexios sat stiffly in his straight-backed chair and struggled to keep any emotion from showing on his face. “I have to help you?”

“None of the others will. You’re the only one who can.”

The two men were in Alexios’s bare little office. Molina was on his feet, pacing like a caged animal back and forth. Alexios sat unmoving, except for his eyes, which tracked Molina’s movements like a predator sizing up its intended victim.

Molina paced to the wall, turned around, strode back to the opposite wall, turned again.

“I’ve got to find more samples!” he blurted. “They won’t believe me if I don’t. I’ve got to go out on the surface and find more rocks that contain biomarkers.”

As evenly as he could manage, Alexios said, “But the IAA team is looking for samples all over the planet, aren’t they? They’ve stopped us from doing any further activities—”

“The IAA team! McFergusen and his academics! A bunch of incompetent fools! They sit up there safe and comfortable in their ship and send teleoperated rovers to snoop around the surface for them.”

“Virtual reality is a powerful tool,” Alexios goaded. Standing in front of him, bending over so that their noses nearly touched, Molina cried, “They won’t allow me to use their VR system! I let them examine my rocks but they won’t let me touch their equipment! It’s not fair!”

Alexios slowly rose to his feet, forcing Molina to back off a few steps. “And that’s why you’ve come to me.”

“You have tractors sitting here at the base doing nothing. Let me borrow one. I’ve got to get out there and find more specimens.”

Alexios’s oddly irregular face slowly curled into a lopsided smile. “It’s against safety regulations for anyone to go out on a tractor alone.”

Molina’s already-flushed face turned darker. Before he could say anything, though, Alexios added, “So I’ll go out with you.”

“You will?” Molina seemed about to jump for joy.

With a self-deprecating little shrug, Alexios said, “I have little else to do, thanks to the IAA.”

He could have said,
Thanks to you,
but Molina never thought of that possibility.

Instead he asked, “When? How soon?”

“As soon as you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now!”

In truth, it took more than a day for Molina to be ready. He shuttled back up to
Himawari
to gather the equipment he wanted, and by then it was time for dinner. So he spent the night aboard Yamagata’s torch ship with his wife. Alexios slept in his quarters alone, trying not to think of Molina in bed with Lara. He slept very little, and when he did his dreams were monstrous.

Molina arrived at the base early the next morning, with four crates of equipment. Alexios hid his amusement and walked him to the garage where the base’s tractors were housed. A baggage cart trundled behind them on spongy little wheels, faithfully following the miniature beacon Alexios had clipped to his belt.

The garage was empty and quiet. “Mr. Yamagata came in here just once since the IAA embargoed us,” Alexios said, his voice echoing off the steel ribs of the curving walls. “He wasn’t happy to see all this equipment sitting idle.”

Molina said nothing. The tractors were simple and rugged, with springy-looking oversized metal wheels and a glassteel bubble up front where the driver and passengers sat. The two men loaded Molina’s equipment into the cargo deck in back, then closed the heavy cermet hatch.

“I’ll get into my suit now,” said Molina.

Alexios could see dark stains of perspiration on his coveralls. It couldn’t be from the exertion of lifting those crates in this light gravity, he thought. Victor must be nervous. Or maybe he’s afraid of going outside again.

He went with Molina and suited up also.

“But you won’t have to leave the tractor,” Molina objected as a team of technicians began to help them into the bulky suits.

“Unless you get into trouble,” said Alexios.

“Oh.”

“You wouldn’t want to wait a half hour or more while I wiggled myself into this outfit.”

“No, I imagine not.”

At last they were both ready, the cumbersome, heavily insulated suits fully sealed and checked out by the technicians.

Alexios called base control with his suit radio. “Dr. Molina and I are going out on tractor number four. We will go beyond your camera range.”

The controller’s voice sounded bored. “Copy you’ll go over the horizon. Sunup in one hour, seventeen minutes.”

A flotilla of miniature surveillance satellites hugged the planet in low orbits, so every square meter of Mercury’s surface was constantly covered by at least two of the minisats. They provided continuous communications links and precise location data.

“Sun in one seventeen,” Alexios acknowledged.

“You are clear for excursion,” said the controller.

It wasn’t easy to climb up into the tractor’s cab in the awkward suits, despite the low gravity. Alexios heard Molina grunt and puff until he finally settled in the right-hand seat.

“Comfortable?” Alexios asked.

“Are you kidding?”

Laughing lightly, Alexios engaged the tractor’s electric engine and drove to the open inner airlock hatch.

“Do you have a specific route for us to follow or will we simply meander around out there?” Alexios asked as the inner hatch closed and the air was pumped out of the lock.

Molina struggled to fish a thumbnail-sized chip from his equipment belt and clicked it into the computer in the tractor’s control panel. The display screen showed a geodetic map of the area with a route marked clearly by a red line.

Alexios studied the display for a moment, then tapped a gloved finger against it. “That’s a pretty steep gully. We should avoid it.”

Molina’s voice in his earphones sounded irked. “That’s the most likely spot to find what I’m looking for.”

The outer hatch slid open. The barren landscape looked dark and foreboding, the horizon frighteningly near, thousands of stars gleaming steadily beyond it. Alexios saw the glowing band of the Milky Way stretching across the sky.

As he put the tractor in gear, he checked the status of the electrical power systems on the control panel displays. Fuel cells at max, backup batteries also. Once the Sun came up, he knew, the solar cells would take over.

They bounced over the hatch’s edge and onto the rugged, uneven rocky surface.

“I’m afraid we can’t take the tractor down into that gully,” Alexios said.

Silence from Molina for a moment, although Alexios could hear his breathing in his helmet earphones. Then, “All right. Get as close to it as you can and I’ll go down on foot.”

Alexios felt his brows rise. Victor has guts, he said to himself. Or, more likely, he’s driven by a demon.

Alexios knew all about being driven by demons.

Molina sat in silence inside the heavy pressurized suit, jouncing slightly as the tractor trundled along the route he had selected. They passed the shallow crater where he had found his specimens. In the tractor’s headlights it looked gray and lifeless.

A relentless anger simmered through him, overwhelming the uneasiness he felt about being out on the surface of this deadly world, where a slight mistake could kill you.

Once he allowed McFergusen and his dilettantes to examine his samples, they wouldn’t let go of them. Just one more test. Oh, yes, we thought of another way to probe the samples. You don’t mind our keeping them another day or two, do you?

Molina saw that the results they were getting matched his own almost exactly. Within the margin of measurement error, at least. So why are they still sawing away at my rocks? What do they think they’ll find that I haven’t already found? They can’t take the credit for discovering them away from me. What in hell are they trying to do?

He thought he knew the answer. They’re trying to prove I’m wrong. They’re doing their damnedest to discredit me. They’ll keep poking and probing and studying until they find some error in my analysis, some mistake I’ve made.

Never! he told himself. There’s no mistake. No error. The bio-markers are there and no matter what they do they can’t make them go away.

But still they’re hammering away at it, trying to show I’m wrong. Molina seethed with barely controlled fury. He tried to remember that age-old saw:
Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.
Who said that originally? Fermi? Sagan?

What fucking difference does it make? he raged inwardly. The evidence is there. It’s real, goddammit. They can’t make it disappear.

But they won’t be satisfied until more specimens with biomarkers are found. All right. They can’t find them, sitting up there in orbit with their virtual reality thumbs up their asses. So
I’ll
find them down here. I’ll bring back more specimens and shove them under their noses and then they’ll
have
to admit I’m right.

“We’re coming up on that gully.” Alexios’s voice in his earphones startled him back to the here and now.

Blinking away his angry ruminations, Molina saw off to their right a long, fairly straight gorge paralleling their course, a split in the bare rocky surface. It didn’t look very deep on the geodetic map, but now as he stared through the glassteel bubble of the tractor’s cab, it seemed as yawning as the Grand Canyon.

It’s just an illusion, he told himself. With no light except the stars, everything looks dark and deep and scary.

“Where do you want me to pull up?” Alexios asked.

Strange how familiar his voice sounded through the earphones, Molina thought. I couldn’t have heard it before; I just met the man a few weeks ago. And yet—

“Where should I stop?” Alexios asked again.

“Get as close to the edge as you can,” Molina said, feeling his insides fluttering with anticipation and more than a little fear.

Alexios drove the tractor up to the rim of the gully, so close that Molina was momentarily alarmed that they would topple into it. When he finally stopped the tractor, Molina could peer down into its shadowy depths.

“Better wait until the Sun comes up,” Alexios suggested.

Nodding inside his helmet, Molina started to get up from his seat. “I’ll get my equipment out of the back.”

Alexios pressed the keypad on the control panel that popped the hatch on Molina’s side of the bubble, then opened the hatch on his side. “I’ll give you a hand.”

They worked by starlight, hauling the cases of equipment out of the tractor’s cargo bay. One of the metal boxes stuck to the tractor’s deck.

“Frozen,” Alexios muttered. “It must have had some moisture on its bottom when you put it in.”

Molina realized that it was more than a hundred below zero in the nighttime darkness.

“It’ll thaw quickly enough when the Sun comes up,” said Alexios.

Impatient, Molina climbed up onto the deck and opened the crate there. He began hauling out the equipment it held: sample scoops, extensible arms, handheld radiation meters. One by one, he handed them to Alexios, who laid them in a neat row on the ground.

Alexios lifted his left arm so he could see the miniature display screen on his wrist. “Still another half hour to sunrise.”

Molina was already setting up a winch and buckyball cable. Alexios saw a power drill among the equipment arrayed on the ground and helped the astrobiologist to firmly implant the steel-tubed frame into the hard, rocky ground. Then they fastened the winch to it and connected its power cable to the tractor’s electrical outlet.

Worldlessly they lowered Molina’s equipment to the bottom of the gully. It was a fair test of the winch, although none of the paraphernalia weighed as much as Molina and his suit.

Despite the coldness of the night, Alexios was sweating from his exertions. Good, he thought. The suit’s well insulated. He straightened up and saw a pearly glow on the horizon.