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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other, if unofficial, reason he was here. As often<br />
as he had championed exploration, the<br />
pursuit of knowledge for its own sake, something—typically<br />
farm chores <strong>and</strong> colicky babies—had<br />
come first.<br />
How much harder would Dana have it on<br />
this excursion for having him along, not<br />
Blake?<br />
Antonio loved her all the more for bringing<br />
him, regardless.<br />
The remote-sensing station was a kludge,<br />
the first among a whole constellation of<br />
kludges. Once Dana had it checked out, they<br />
would hop Endeavour a third of the way<br />
around this little moon <strong>and</strong> deploy a second<br />
station. Then take another hop, to deliver a<br />
third.<br />
It wasn’t bad enough that Aristophanes, orbiting<br />
so near Dark, precluded siting their sensor<br />
suites where above any rational planet<br />
they belonged: aboard synchronous satellites.<br />
Aristophanes also had an unhelpful rate of rotation;<br />
it didn’t present a constant face to the<br />
world below, as the Moon presented to Earth.<br />
Only with three well-separated stations would<br />
some one of them at all times have the planet<br />
under observation. Each station had to store<br />
its readings until Dark’s rotation, the moon’s<br />
rotation, <strong>and</strong> the moon’s orbit combined to<br />
provide a line-of-site downlink opportunity to<br />
the settlement.<br />
After finishing on Aristophanes they would<br />
get to reprise the triple deployment on<br />
Aeschylus <strong>and</strong> again on Euripides. And on occasion,<br />
parts of Dark would still go unmonitored.<br />
Three fascinating little worlds, Antonio<br />
thought, sad that no one shared his fascination.<br />
While Dana, with a multimeter in h<strong>and</strong>,<br />
fussed over some calibration, Antonio w<strong>and</strong>ered<br />
about gathering rocks for his collection.<br />
As feeble as was Aristophanes’ gravity, not<br />
even a klutz like him could trip off or leap free<br />
of it. He could, if he lost focus, bound high<br />
enough to spend a long while drifting back to<br />
the surface. And so he shuffled, sweeping<br />
aside ancient regolith with his boots, leaving<br />
sloppy troughs in his wake. His tracks shone<br />
paler than the undisturbed surface.<br />
“Almost done here,” Dana called. “How<br />
about you?”<br />
Done scuffing up the surface? Done collect-<br />
DARK SECRET<br />
JUNE <strong>2013</strong><br />
ing rocks? “Ready when you are.”<br />
They remained suited up for the jaunt to<br />
their next l<strong>and</strong>ing site, sparing themselves another<br />
round of checkouts. Here they were on<br />
the moon’s night side, with the planet half below<br />
the horizon. Antonio could still see clearly<br />
by—the word tickled him—Darklight.<br />
He helped Dana carry their second station<br />
to an area clear of stony rubble. While she<br />
configured the unit, he resumed pebble collecting.<br />
Here, too, the ruts left by his plodding<br />
gait were paler than the undisturbed surface.<br />
When, with an abrupt sneeze, Dana let fly<br />
the removable clasp of an access panel, he<br />
helped her search for it. When they gave up<br />
the fastener for lost, swallowed by the thick<br />
dust, or hiding in the inky shadow of some<br />
boulder, he scavenged nuts <strong>and</strong> bolts for her<br />
from ship’s stores. He found a spare thermocouple<br />
when an instrument failed diagnostics;<br />
without accurate temperature readings here,<br />
they could not calibrate long-range readings<br />
they made of Dark. Then, having bagged <strong>and</strong><br />
labeled every interesting-looking pebble in the<br />
vicinity, he tried to entertain himself by tracing<br />
geometric shapes in the dust with his boot<br />
tip.<br />
“Ready to move on?” Dana called.<br />
“Sure.”<br />
Their third l<strong>and</strong>ing returned them to sunlight<br />
<strong>and</strong> gave them a line of sight to the settlement.<br />
Dana called down.<br />
“How’s it going, Endeavour?” Blake answered,<br />
yawning. He had gray bags beneath<br />
his bloodshot eyes, <strong>and</strong> his beard looked overdue<br />
for a trim. Maybe a shearing.<br />
“Everything seems fine on this end,” Dana<br />
said.<br />
“With you, too, Antonio?”<br />
“Indeed. Apart from the inefficiency of it all.”<br />
“Don’t blame me. I didn’t put the moons<br />
there.” Arching an eyebrow, Blake leaned toward<br />
the camera. “What do you two crazy kids<br />
have planned, all unchaperoned?”<br />
Dana <strong>and</strong> Antonio exchanged glances.<br />
“Looking around a bit,” he said. That sounded<br />
frivolous, even to him. “Survey the . . . area<br />
for useful minerals.”<br />
“Getting finished,” Dana said firmly, “as fast<br />
as we can. Maybe a quick nap before the flight<br />
to Aeschylus.”<br />
“What is this nap thing of which you<br />
speak?” Blake yawned again. “Before you de-<br />
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