12.05.2013 Views

PeterWatts_Blindsight

PeterWatts_Blindsight

PeterWatts_Blindsight

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS

Create successful ePaper yourself

Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.

Peter Watts 282 <strong>Blindsight</strong><br />

into anything we could predict.<br />

In another window Rorschach's vanishing act replayed on<br />

endless loop: a radar image receding deep into the maelstrom,<br />

fading beneath gaseous teratonnes of radio static. It might still be<br />

an orbit, of sorts. Judging by that last glimpsed trajectory<br />

Rorschach might well be swinging around Ben's core now, passing<br />

through crushed layers of methane and monoxide that would<br />

flatten Theseus into smoke. Maybe it didn't even stop there; maybe<br />

Rorschach could pass unharmed even through those vaster, deeper<br />

pressures that made iron and hydrogen run liquid.<br />

We didn't know. We only knew that it would be back in a little<br />

under two hours, assuming it maintained its trajectory and survived<br />

the depths. And of course, it would survive. You can't kill the<br />

thing under the bed. You can only keep it outside the covers.<br />

And only for a while.<br />

A thumbnail inset caught my eye with a flash of color. At my<br />

command it grew into a swirling soap bubble, incongruously<br />

beautiful, a blue-shifted coruscating rainbow of blown glass. I<br />

didn't recognize it for a moment: Big Ben, rendered in some<br />

prismatic false-color enhance I'd never seen before. I grunted<br />

softly.<br />

Bates glanced up. "Oh. Beautiful, isn't it?"<br />

"What's the spectrum?"<br />

"Longwave stuff. Visible red, infra, down a ways. Good for<br />

heat traces."<br />

"Visible red?" There wasn't any to speak of; mostly cool plasma<br />

fractals in a hundred shades of jade and sapphire.<br />

"Quadrochromatic palette," Bates told me. "Like what a cat<br />

might see. Or a vampire." She managed a half-hearted wave at the<br />

rainbow bubble. "Sarasti sees something like that every time he<br />

looks outside. If he ever looks outside."<br />

"You'd think he'd have mentioned it," I murmured. It was<br />

gorgeous, a holographic ornament. Perhaps even Rorschach might<br />

be a work of art through eyes like these...<br />

"I don't think they parse sight like we do." Bates opened another<br />

window. Mundane graphs and contour plots sprang from the table.<br />

"They don't even go to Heaven, from what I hear. VR doesn't work

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!