The Eternal Flame (26 page)

The UV line they’d seen in every fire on the Object was three tenths the maximum frequency of light. Every photon of that frequency was traveling at a speed that tilted its energy-momentum vector steeply enough to make it lie at three tenths its original height.

But
three to ten
was the ratio Patrizia had found, when she’d fitted her curves for colliding particles to the data for light scattering off luxagens. A luxagen’s mass was three tenths the mass of a photon. So every photon in this ultraviolet line possessed the same energy as a stationary luxagen.

What if a luxagen became a photon?
Carla wrote.

She could feel Ivo’s body shaking as he buzzed with mirth.
Source strength?
he replied.

He was right to object; a luxagen carried one unit of source strength, a photon had none. And from Nereo’s equation you could prove with mathematical certainty that source strength could never simply vanish.

Mathematically, though… it could cancel.

One positive luxagen, one negative
, Carla suggested. Strictly speaking, the only quantity that had to remain unchanged was the
total
source strength: the count of positive particles minus the count of negative ones. The individual numbers didn’t need to stay fixed.

Ivo didn’t respond. Carla looked to his face; he appeared to be mulling it over.

She tried to imagine the process. Two luxagens came together, one of each sign… but instead of them simply bouncing off each other, the original particles were destroyed and two photons emerged.

It sounded absurd, but what principle did it violate? Source strength would be conserved, since the total was zero both before and after. Energy would be conserved, so long as each photon had the energy of a single luxagen. Momentum would be conserved if the photons were traveling in opposite directions, making the total zero before and after.

Is this charity?
Ivo asked her.

Carla was taken aback. He thought she’d concocted the whole theory just to get him off the hook with Ada and Tamara.
Of course not!

Luxagens vanish?
Ivo’s face made it clear that he found this no more plausible than a conjuror’s claim to make a vole disappear from a sealed box.

Only in pairs,
Carla replied, as if that were enough to make the idea respectable.

But no wonder it sounded preposterous: where else could they have seen positive and negative luxagens come together, with any hope of understanding the result? Not in the fleeting, uncontrollable events on the hull of the
Peerless
. Not in the light from the Hurtlers that menaced the ancestors; they hadn’t even known the luxagen’s mass or grasped the link between energies and frequencies.

Only here. Wherever this beautiful new physics carried them, it could only have begun here.

By the time the
Gnat
was fully re-pressurized and Carla had removed her cooling bag, she’d given Ada and Tamara a version of the
Mite
’s misadventures that never even raised the possibility of contamination in the air tanks.

“Air sets orthogonal rock on fire?” Tamara sounded every bit as skeptical as Ivo had been. “Are you sure there wasn’t some other—?”

“Air is made of positive luxagens,” Carla interjected. “Just like any other ordinary matter. That’s all it takes to set orthogonal matter on fire.”

She offered an illustration.

“The length of each line is the mass of the particle, and its height is the particle’s energy. Nereo’s arrow agrees with our time axis for positive luxagens, and opposes it for negative ones.”

Ada said, “Doesn’t a positive luxagen repel a negative one, close up?”

“It does,” Carla agreed.

“And the force pushing them apart goes to infinity as they get closer,” Ada added. “So how do they ever get to touch?”

“Luxagen waves don’t respect energy barriers absolutely,” Carla replied. “The wave for two luxagens with opposite signs will lie
mostly
in the energy valley where they’re far enough apart for Nereo’s force to become attractive—but it won’t be entirely confined to that valley, and it will allow some probability for the two luxagens to make contact. The fact that the probability is so small is why the process is relatively slow—why we had measurable delays before the flashes when we dropped the projectiles. But slow or not, once it happens, it happens.”

Ada looked dubious. Carla said, “Let me show you another process that’s worth thinking about.”

Ada stared at the new diagram. “A photon comes in from the left, a positive luxagen comes in from the right. They collide and bounce off each other.”

“Nothing too strange in that?”

“No,” Ada conceded.

“This picture is the same as the last one,” Carla said. “I just rotated it by a quarter of a turn. If a photon and a luxagen can bounce off each other like this, the version of events where two luxagens turn into two photons must be possible as well. It’s exactly the same thing, seen from a different viewpoint.”

Ada looked annoyed, but Tamara gave a chirp of delight.

“It’s an audacious theory,” Tamara said. “But where does it leave us? If we can’t even touch orthogonal rock with air, how are we going to get a sample to calibrate the reaction?”

“We can’t get a sample,” Carla replied. “But if these pictures are right, they tell us most of what we need to know. The UV line outshines everything else in the spectra, and if we dump a few hefts of calmstone onto the Object almost every luxagen in that heap of gravel will end up suffering the fate I’ve drawn. We know the energy and momentum produced by that reaction, so we can calibrate everything using that as our first guess.”

Tamara turned to Ivo. “What do you think?”

Ivo had been quiet since they’d returned to the
Gnat
, letting Carla give her version of events without comment.

“I don’t know what to make of this hypothesis,” he said. “But if we drop enough material to have a measurable effect on the Object’s trajectory—by Carla’s calculations—then we’ll have a chance to see how well her prediction bears out. If we’re going to be forced to work by trial and error, we might as well make the first trial count for something.”

Carla computed the total mass that needed to be flung onto the surface, but left the details of the orbit that would deliver it to Ada and Tamara. When Ivo had checked her arithmetic—and had her justify every assumption behind the numbers—she took on the purely physical task of winding the large catapult. Whatever damage the hyperthermia had wrought on her body, as she struggled against the wheel the pain and tenderness began to leave her.

Ivo loaded the catapult’s chamber, working the levers inside the hull that shifted measured scoops from the calmstone store. Compared to the tiny pellets they’d dropped before, this new bombardment was like a declaration of war. Carla had tried to balance the likelihood that some proportion of the material would be blown clear of the surface, unconsumed, against the possibility of an unanticipated process amplifying the whole effect. Though she’d never set eyes on Gemma, she’d heard the tale of the dark world that became a star repeated endlessly since childhood.

But Gemma had been ignited by a Hurtler, traveling at an infinite velocity relative to the rock of the planet. Sheer momentum would have carried the Hurtler deep below the surface before the annihilation began, trapping much of the heat produced and rendering it far more damaging. She did not believe that an explosion that was open to the void would start a wildfire.

Ada wore the blindfold this time, but she followed a clock with her fingertips and called out the command to launch. When Ivo released the catapult, Carla could see the pile of brown rubble tumbling away in the starlight, receding almost as slowly as the
Mite
when it began its journey. But in five bells’ time the rubble would take a tighter curve around the Object than she and Ivo had done, and find a wall of orthogonal rock in its way. By then, the
Gnat
would be diametrically opposite the point of impact, shielded from the blast.

The wait was as tense as the
Mite
’s descent, but at least they could converse normally. “Who wants to break the news to Silvano?” Ada joked. “I don’t think he’ll be farming much wheat here.”

“Or mining much fuel,” Tamara added, “unless we can think of a way to handle it.” She turned to Ivo. “Is orthogonal rock a fuel, or a liberator?”

“There is no right word for it,” Ivo said. “Chemistry is about the rearrangement of matter. If matter disappears, that’s something else entirely.”

Half a bell before the impact, Carla handed out loaves, trying not to think about the fast she’d have to go through when she needed to return to her old mass. What mattered now was that they kept themselves alert, prepared to respond to any more surprises.

With one tap of her hand, Tamara deftly reversed the trajectories of the last crumbs that had been floating away from her mouth, then she took hold of the drive’s emergency start lever. If the reaction they provoked made a mockery of Carla’s guesses and blew the Object apart, the very alignment that had been intended to provide them with the most shielding from the blast would see the bulk of the flaming remnants propelled in the direction of the
Gnat
.

“One lapse to impact,” Ada announced.

Carla turned to the window. The powderstone plains were below the
Gnat
again; the rubble would strike an outcrop of calmstone on the opposite side. Calmstone meeting calmstone, putting paid to its name.

A soft blue halo appeared at the limb of the Object.
A wildfire, come this far already?
But then the halo expanded, creeping no closer as it slowly faded, and Carla understood: a plume of incandescent debris must have risen so high above the impact site and spread so widely as it soared into the void that its edges had become visible over the Object’s horizon.

Two bells later they’d moved far enough around the Object to see the plume clearly: a faintly glowing streak of gas and dust stretched out against the stars. Their trajectory was aimed right into it, so Tamara shifted the
Gnat
to a new orbit, its plane orthogonal to the axis of the plume.

Ada and Tamara began making observations, sighting beacons and timing the moments that various stars vanished behind the Object’s edge. Carla tried to catch up on her sleep as she waited for the verdict. When she closed her eyes she saw herself back on the
Mite
, descending into flames, but she was tired enough that it made no difference.

Two days later, the navigators had their first estimate of the change the calmstone rocket had produced. “We’ve removed three quarters of the Object’s velocity relative to the
Peerless
,” Tamara announced. “A couple of scaled-down corrections should be enough to meet the target.” A perfect result was unattainable, but the target velocity would see the Object remain within reach for generations.

They waited one more day to be sure that the plume posed no danger, then Tamara tilted the
Gnat
’s orbit enough to let them see the impact site. The crater was like nothing else on the Object: a flat bowl nearly a stroll wide, its floor a smooth black ellipsoid. The original terrain had been jagged, but the fireball that carved this shape had been oblivious to the varied heights of the boulders that stood in its way.

“So
this
is what our engines will do to the antipodal apartments when we use the new wonder fuel,” Ada said.

Carla buzzed, but the joke stung. “I’d better swap mine before word gets out.”

A few more blasts and the Object would be captured. They could return to the
Peerless
in triumph, their mission complete.

But what was the Object, right now? A vast new repository of energy—in a form that nobody knew how to handle, let alone safely exploit.

The fuel problem hadn’t been solved. Everything that made this new power source promising rendered it equally terrifying. And the fate of the
Peerless
, as ever, remained hostage to discoveries yet to be made.

26

C
arlo looked on with a growing sense of dread as Ada and Tamara emerged from the airlock. Tamara was the leader; shouldn’t she have been the last to leave the
Gnat
? He watched the navigators’ faces as they removed their helmets, bracing himself for confirmation of his fears.