Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
Analog Science Fiction and Fact - June 2013
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ANALOG<br />
experienced prospector. I found her supervising<br />
the loading of food <strong>and</strong> supplies for what<br />
looked to be a long expedition. Pana must<br />
have warned her I was on my way, because<br />
she didn’t look surprised when I came<br />
through the station gate—a small, gray-eyed<br />
woman, soft <strong>and</strong> plump, with a smile sincere<br />
enough to hide mass murder behind it.<br />
Most people don’t smile when a Commonwealth<br />
cop comes to ask them questions.<br />
“Do you want to inspect us?” she asked me<br />
without preamble.<br />
The cleaning crew had been through. We<br />
both knew there would be nothing to find.<br />
“Did you know Kiel Chaladur?” I asked her.<br />
Her eyes were fixed on me with eerie intensity.<br />
Despite her smile, my DI picked up<br />
hostility, but I didn’t think it was directed at<br />
me. “I knew him. I crewed with him twice,<br />
way back. He had no luck then, so I moved<br />
on.”<br />
“He had luck this last trip.”<br />
“You never know when it’ll hit.”<br />
“What do you know about Shay Antigo?”<br />
She crossed her arms <strong>and</strong> her smile disappeared.<br />
“It’s hard to believe sometimes, what<br />
goes on out there.”<br />
“What do you mean?”<br />
“Just what I said. Some stories are hard to<br />
believe.”<br />
“You’ve been prospecting a long time,<br />
haven’t you?”<br />
“Nineteen years. Six expeditions. Maybe<br />
this time I’ll finally hit gold.”<br />
“You must have seen a lot out there.”<br />
Her smile flashed, fierce <strong>and</strong> bitter. “I<br />
wouldn’t say that. The Belt’s a big place. But<br />
it’s mostly empty space, <strong>and</strong> you know what?<br />
There’s nothing much to see out there. There<br />
aren’t any mysteries. Just a few rocks <strong>and</strong> a<br />
whole lot of silence.”<br />
“No mysteries? No unknowns?”<br />
“Not that I’ve ever seen.”<br />
Pana’s report included a copy of the Gold<br />
Witch’s log file, which had a few entries from<br />
the start of the voyage, but nothing more. As<br />
an owner-operator, Chaladur wasn’t required<br />
to keep a log <strong>and</strong> I guessed that if he’d kept a<br />
record at all, it was locked up safe inside his<br />
head. I knew that he’d set out with three souls<br />
aboard <strong>and</strong> returned with four, <strong>and</strong> that there<br />
was no data gate on the Gold Witch, <strong>and</strong> no<br />
crèche in which a fresh husk could be grown.<br />
So Shay could not have been regenerated. She<br />
had come from somewhere: either an independent<br />
holding as she’d claimed, or from another<br />
boat.<br />
I sent a DI to look for any discrepancies in<br />
ship crews: a list of the dead <strong>and</strong> the missing,<br />
all those who had never come back. I set another<br />
DI to assembling a map of radio chatter<br />
recorded over the years, to see if a pattern<br />
could be recovered suggesting a habitation in<br />
the sector where Kiel had found his strike.<br />
Then I went over the DNA evidence collected<br />
by Pana. He’d run a st<strong>and</strong>ard assessment<br />
of Shay’s profile <strong>and</strong> had found no<br />
matches in the Commonwealth central library.<br />
I decided to look deeper.<br />
I ordered the sample pulled from storage<br />
<strong>and</strong> subjected it to a more detailed profiling.<br />
The new report turned up a fair amount of radiation<br />
damage—nothing that couldn’t be repaired,<br />
but highly indicative of time spent in<br />
the rocks. More suspect were the splices:<br />
well-known segments of artificial DNA with<br />
no actual function. They’d been devised as<br />
copyright marks, but they’d been adapted for<br />
use as placeholders that could throw off a basic<br />
DNA match. It was possible Shay had inherited<br />
the splices, but a smart amateur with<br />
the proper molecular toolkit could easily<br />
achieve the result.<br />
The two reports I’d requested earlier had<br />
come back while I was working. The radio<br />
map failed to show any consistent point<br />
source of chatter in the sector Chaladur had<br />
been prospecting, but the list of the dead was<br />
more interesting. It was longer than I expected:<br />
a hundred ninety-seven who’d had to be<br />
restored from backups. Most had died of injuries<br />
or air loss, with a few suicides in the<br />
mix. Nearly all the bodies had been recovered<br />
<strong>and</strong> the organics recycled.<br />
A single exception caught my eye. Thirtytwo<br />
years ago a prospecting boat had disappeared<br />
with its crew of three. No one had<br />
ever reported sighting the ghost ship. No<br />
word had ever come of its crew.<br />
The radiation damage in Shay’s DNA sample<br />
had indicated a long time spent in the rocks.<br />
I sent a DI hunting information on the missing<br />
crew—<strong>and</strong> in seconds it returned an initial<br />
report: only one of them had been female,<br />
her name was Mika Brennan, <strong>and</strong> the last time<br />
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