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 />
circles, the axis of the entire orbit slowly revolves<br />
around the sun. In the case of Earth,<br />
that last cycle takes more than a hundred millennia.<br />
All three processes affect what sunlight<br />
strikes the planet, where, <strong>and</strong> at what angle.<br />
All three affect seasons <strong>and</strong> . . . climate.”<br />
As she had more or less remembered. “And<br />
those processes are independent, correct?<br />
Every so often, they peak together.”<br />
“Cycles peaking together have been implicated<br />
in triggering ice ages.”<br />
“And extrapolating to Dark? What does our<br />
long-range forecast look like?”<br />
He studied his feet. “I don’t know.”<br />
“What would it take to find out?”<br />
“A lot of observing time. And modeling<br />
time, too.” He gestured at the image on the<br />
big display. “Earth doesn’t have a big neighbor<br />
planet like that to tug at it. Or three moons.<br />
The cyclic variations here are apt to be more<br />
complex.”<br />
Farming <strong>and</strong> childrearing didn’t leave much<br />
time for, well, anything else. Maybe those<br />
were the only tasks she was good for.<br />
Something she knew about the history of<br />
science had to be useful. Didn’t it?<br />
Maybe this was it.<br />
From the deep shadow alongside the<br />
reroofed phosphate storehouse, Carlos<br />
watched Rikki. Out in the middle of the night,<br />
slinking home from Endeavour. Having a bit<br />
of after-hours fun, are we?<br />
But kudos for Antonio! Carlos would not<br />
have guessed the odd little guy had it in him.<br />
Or, more precisely, that he got it into Rikki.<br />
After she slipped past, Carlos continued to<br />
his workshop. His extracurricular activities<br />
also dem<strong>and</strong>ed discretion.<br />
Yawning, exhausted after a full day’s work,<br />
he nonetheless toiled in high spirits. For<br />
months he had put his free nights into making<br />
things for Li. If what she wanted wasn’t c<strong>and</strong>y<br />
<strong>and</strong> flowers, nonetheless each new batch of<br />
the gadgets made her very appreciative.<br />
He could appreciate that.<br />
Discovery set down on a broad plain, between<br />
soaring rock canyon walls.<br />
“Touchdown,” Blake announced. “The<br />
crowd goes wild.”<br />
They had l<strong>and</strong>ed on a pebbly shore along<br />
the Spencer River. A very damp shore, to<br />
judge by the steam that billowed around<br />
them, blocking Rikki’s view from the cockpit.<br />
That fog would dissipate into the dry air long<br />
before the ground cooled enough for them to<br />
climb down.<br />
“You do realize,” she said, “that I’ve never<br />
seen a football game.” Or cared to. Martians<br />
didn’t do football: the playing field would<br />
have had to be ridiculously big.<br />
“I know many things.” He popped his helmet,<br />
unbuckled his safety harness, <strong>and</strong> twisted<br />
around to see her behind his headrest.<br />
“Such as that you’ve never asked to accompany<br />
me on a routine checkout flight. Not once.<br />
Today you announced you were coming <strong>and</strong><br />
proposed a destination. What gives?”<br />
“Nothing.” Almost nothing, anyway: the<br />
vague memory of terrain glimpsed from a fastmoving<br />
shuttle, when the two of them had<br />
first over-flown this region.<br />
“Here in the canyon, we’re out of radio contact.<br />
If you have secrets, this is the place to<br />
spill them.”<br />
His unhappy expression added, “Unless<br />
you’re keeping secrets from me.”<br />
“No secrets,” she dissembled. “I wanted to<br />
see these rock faces up close.”<br />
“Be that way.” He turned forward.<br />
“Really, that’s why I came.” And if she saw<br />
what she expected to see, she would explain.<br />
She just didn’t want to look stupid.<br />
The awkward, silent wait till he popped the<br />
canopy release seemed interminable.<br />
Rikki hung a ladder over the cockpit’s side,<br />
swung herself up <strong>and</strong> over, <strong>and</strong> clambered<br />
down the rungs. “I remember when doing<br />
that was hard.”<br />
“We’re getting used to the place. Home<br />
sweet home.”<br />
Home, sweet or otherwise. That was why<br />
she had to get her head wrapped around the<br />
climate here. “I’m going to stroll along the river<br />
for a ways. Join me?”<br />
“Sure.”<br />
The river’s flow here was slow <strong>and</strong> placid.<br />
When she walked up to the shore <strong>and</strong> dipped<br />
in a fingertip, the water was icy. “No skinnydipping,”<br />
she told him preemptively.<br />
“So what is this about?”<br />
Slowly, she pivoted, taking in the panoramic<br />
view. “Isn’t this enough?”<br />
The flat plain stretched for at least a hundred<br />
meters behind them before rising to<br />
78 EDWARD M. LERNER