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Peter Watts 122 <strong>Blindsight</strong><br />

helically twisted. They'd edged cautiously around clouds of mist<br />

sculpted into abstract fractal shapes, shifting and endlessly<br />

recursive, their charged droplets strung along a myriad converging<br />

lines of electromagnetic force.<br />

Ultimately, every one of them had died or disappeared.<br />

"Any way to increase the shielding?" I wondered.<br />

Szpindel gave me a look.<br />

"We've shielded everything except the sensor heads," Bates<br />

explained. "If we shield those we're blind."<br />

"But visible light's harmless enough. What about purely optical<br />

li—"<br />

"We're using optical links, commissar," Szpindel snapped. "And<br />

you may have noticed the shit's getting through anyway."<br />

"But aren't there, you know—" I groped for the word—<br />

"bandpass filters? Something that lets visible wavelengths<br />

through, cuts out the lethal stuff on both sides?"<br />

He snorted. "Sure. It's called an atmosphere, and if we'd<br />

brought one with us—about fifty times deeper than Earth's— it<br />

might block some of that soup down there. Course, Earth also gets<br />

a lot of help from its magnetic field, but I'm not betting my life on<br />

any EM we set up in that place."<br />

"If we didn't keep running into these spikes," Bates said. "That's<br />

the real problem."<br />

"Are they random?" I wondered.<br />

Szpindel's shrug was half shiver. "I don't think anything about<br />

that place is random. But who knows? We need more data."<br />

"Which we're not likely to get," James said, walking around the<br />

ceiling to join us, "if our drones keep shorting out."<br />

The conditional was pure formality. We'd tried playing the odds,<br />

sacrificing drone after drone in the hope that one of them would get<br />

lucky; survival rates tailed exponentially to zero with distance from<br />

base camp. We'd tried shielding the fiberop to reduce aperture<br />

leakage; the resulting tethers were stiff and unwieldy, wrapped in<br />

so many layers of ferroceramic that we were virtually waving the<br />

bots around on the end of a stick. We'd tried cutting the tethers<br />

entirely, sending the machines out to explore on their own,<br />

squinting against the radiant blizzard and storing their findings for

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