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<strong>Peter</strong> <strong>Watts</strong> 20 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Island</strong><br />
and fragile as an insect's wing: I'd gladly cash in some of my life<br />
to learn its secrets. How does it work? How can it even live here<br />
at the edge of absolute zero, much less think? What vast,<br />
unfathomable intellect must it possess to see us coming from over<br />
half a lightyear away, to deduce the nature of our eyes and our<br />
instruments, to send a signal we can even detect, much less<br />
understand?<br />
And what happens when we punch through it at a fifth the speed<br />
of light?<br />
I call up the latest findings on my way to bed, and the answer<br />
hasn't changed: not much. <strong>The</strong> damn thing's already full of holes.<br />
Comets, asteroids, the usual protoplanetary junk careens through<br />
this system as it does through every other. Infra picks up diffuse<br />
pockets of slow outgassing here and there around the perimeter,<br />
where the soft vaporous vacuum of the interior bleeds into the<br />
harder stuff outside. Even if we were going to tear through the<br />
dead center of the thinking part, I can't imagine this vast creature<br />
feeling so much as a pinprick. At the speed we're going we'd be<br />
through and gone far too fast to overcome even the feeble inertia of<br />
a millimeter membrane.<br />
And yet. Stop. Stop. Stop.<br />
It's not us, of course. It's what we're building. <strong>The</strong> birth of a<br />
gate is a violent, painful thing, a spacetime rape that puts out<br />
almost as much gamma and X as a microquasar. Any meat within<br />
the white zone turns to ash in an instant, shielded or not. It's why<br />
we never slow down to take pictures.<br />
One of the reasons, anyway.<br />
We can't stop, of course. Even changing course isn't an option<br />
except by the barest increments. Eri soars like an eagle between<br />
the stars but she steers like a pig on the short haul; tweak our<br />
heading by even a tenth of a degree and you've got some serious<br />
damage at twenty percent lightspeed. Half a degree would tear us<br />
apart: the ship might torque onto the new heading but the collapsed<br />
mass in her belly would keep right on going, rip through all this<br />
surrounding superstructure without even feeling it.<br />
Even tame singularities get set in their ways. <strong>The</strong>y do not take<br />
well to change.