18_the_end_of_the_circle-第50章

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carrier…every　vehicle　on　the　planet　had　been　mobilized　by　women　working　to　exhaustion　and　beyond。　None　had　slept　since　Haydon's　appearance。

In　the　main　plaza　of　Zanshar；　before　the　cloning　center；　the　pile　of　Flowers　grew。　Every　specimen　had　been　carefully　scanned　to　make　sure　it　was　unpollinated。　All　had　been　bagged　in　clearseal　to　ensure　that　they　stayed　that　way。

And　that　raised　a　troubling　point。　For　some　reason　the　mysterious　little　Pollinators；　whose　nature　it　was　to　tend　the　Flowers　and　who　had　ranged　freely　across　New　Praxis；　had　disappeared。　Some　thought　that　an　evil　portent；　but　no　one　dared　voice　the　opinion。

The　pile　of　bagged　Flowers　grew　and　grew；　higher　and　higher；　until　it　had　attained　the　top　step　and　spilled　against　the　high　front　doors　of　the　cloning　center。

Bela　watched　from　the　opposite　end　of　the　main　thoroughfare；　from　the　uppermost　parapet　of　her　castle。　The　Amazons'　big　orbital　freight　shuttle　was　nearly　ready　to　receive　the　bounty　of　New　Praxis。　Cargo　pods　were　already　being　wheeled　into　place　to　transport　the　Flowers。

Bela　had　sent　her　guards　and　advisers　from　her。　Silently　she　watched　through　the　night　as　Flowers　were　trundled　off　toward　the　shuttle　pad。　The　shuttle　lifted　off　like　a　morning　star　for　its　flight　into　high…orbit　and　a　rendezvous　with　Haydon　IV　（how　the　artificial　world　had　drawn　so　close　without　colliding　with　New　Praxis　or；　at　the　very　least；　causing　catastrophic　damage；　no　one　knew）。　It　would　return　with　the　sealed；　prefabricated　modules　that　would　be　activated　to　form　a　new　Whaashi。

But　in　the　meantime；　what　dark　harvest　have　we　reaped？　The　thought　came　like　a　sword　cut；　over　and　over。


CHAPTER　TWENTY…NINE

〃Peter　Pan；　huh？〃　I　said　to　him。　〃Hope　we　packed　plenty　of　pixie　dust；　Tink。〃
Louie　Nichols；　remark　to　General　Vincent　Grant；　quoted　in　Nichols's　Tripping　the　Light　Fantastic　（fourth　edition）

In　spite　of　himself；　he　was　nearly　nodding　off　when　he　felt　his　wife's　fingers　dig　into　his　arm。　〃Max！　Look！〃

The　fingers　sank　in　with　enough　strength　to　make　him　wince；　being　a　mother　had　not　robbed　Miriya　of　any　of　her　Zentraedi　sinew　and　vigor。　Max　was　instantly　wide　awake；　sitting　up　straight　on　the　sleeping　pad　he　and　Miriya　had　thrown　down　on　the　bare　deck　to　keep　a　vigil　by　their　daughter。

He　saw　what　she　meant　at　once：　Aurora　was　blinking　as　if　ing　out　of　a　dream；　and　the　apparitions　that　were　the　SDF…3　children　had　vanished。

Miriya　was　first　to　her　daughter's　side；　feeling　her　forehead　with　one　hand；　checking　her　pulse　with　the　other。　On　the　other　deck　levels；　people　were　taking　note　of　the　change。

Aurora　put　up　with　the　fussing　but　insisted；　〃I'm　all　right；　Mother。　Father。〃　She　put　an　arm　around　each　of　them　and　hugged。

Max　offered　up　a　prayer　of　thanks。　Aurora　was　so　ethereal；　so　seemingly　unsuited　for　hardship　and　strife…it　broke　his　heart　whenever　he　thought　of　her　ing　to　harm。

Jean　Grant　had　arrived　to　gently　nudge　Miriya　aside　and　run　a　diagnostic　scanner　over　Aurora。　Louie　Nichols　was　there；　too；　practically　jumping　up　and　down；　dying　to　ply　Aurora　with　questions。　Max　laid　a　restraining　arm　on　him。　〃Give　her　a　minute；　Doctor。〃

〃Jean；　I'm　perfectly　fine；〃　Aurora　insisted　gently；　pushing　the　scanner　away。　〃And　we　really　haven't　any　more　time　to　waste。〃

〃What　happened　to　the　children？〃　Louie　burst　out；　unable　to　contain　himself　anymore。　〃Why'd　they　break　contact？〃

〃I'm　still　in　fourth…level　contact　with　them；〃　Aurora　corrected。　〃But　second…level；　which　you　saw　earlier；　is　somewhat　draining。　And　it's　no　longer　necessary；　I　know　our　course　now。〃

She　stepped　through　the　circle　of　people　around　her　to　a　makeshift　ramp　that　led　toward　the　control　area。　Jean　protested；　〃Wait；　sugar；　you　need　to　rest　a　bit。〃

〃There's　no　time；　Jean。〃　But　before　Aurora　could　set　foot　on　the　ramp；　Max　blocked　her　way。　〃Hold　on　a　second；　hon。　You　have　to　tell　us　what's　going　on。〃

She　smiled　at　him　sweetly。　A　smile　like　a　springtime　sunrise；　he　thought；　her　shoulders　felt　so　frail　in　his　hands。

〃Well；　I　have　to　take　control　of　the　interfaces；　to　direct　the　Peter　Pan　on　the　last　leg　of　the　trip；〃　she　told　him。　〃Basically；　we're　navigating　through　as　mind　continuum；　you　might　say。　As　Marlene　told　you；　it's　what　the　SDFers　call　newspace。　Different　from　the　physical　universe　and　even　from　Doctor　Nichols's　cyber…dimensions。　So　I　have　to　take　the　helm　to　guide　us。〃

Her　face　changed　then；　being　sober；　and　Max　felt　her　delicate　hands　close　on　his。　〃And　there's　something　else。　Newspace　reacts　to　what's　in　us；　our　thoughts　and　emotions　and　experiences。　It　has　no　true　form　of　its　own；　and　so　it　draws　from　what　it　finds。　The　children　say　be　very　careful　what　we　say　and　do　and　think。〃

〃Yes；〃　someone　agreed；　and　Max　saw　Marlene　standing　nearby。　A　somber；　intent　Scott　Bernard　hung　back　a　step　behind　her。　〃We　must　all　be　careful　now；〃　Marlene　went　on。

〃Mm…hm；〃　Aurora　said；　hair　bobbing　as　she　nodded　her　head。　Then　she　drew　his　head　down　so　that　she　could　whisper　in　Max's　ear。　〃But　especially　you；　Father。〃


〃And　the　Praxians　don't　respond？〃　Exedore　frowned。　Cabell；　raised　his　hands　hopelessly；　then　dropped　them　again。　Before　them；　the　big　transignal　municator　was　silent。　〃The　installation　we　left　on　New　Praxis　was　working；〃　Cabell　insisted。　〃The　last　message　from　Bela　talked　about　disturbing　dream　aberrations；　and　our　remote　instruments　indicated　that　Haydon　IV　was　approaching　the　planet。　As　you　can　see；　our　link　with　the　Amazons　is　now　silent。　The　obvious　conclusion　is　that　Haydon　is　awake。　I　fear　the　worst。〃

〃The　Flowers；〃　Exedore　rasped；　running　a　hand　through　the　bright　disarray　of　his　hair。

Cabell　inclined　his　head　slowly。　〃The　Flowers；　of　course。　And　after　that；　inevitably；　the　matrix。〃

They　turned　as　one　to　look　out　the　window　of　the　lab　at　the　immense　rebuilt　pyramid　that　was　the　Royal　Hall；　where　the　only　Second　Gen　matrix…the　〃facsimile；〃　as　Lang　called　it…had　been　stirred　to　fitful；　difficult…to…control　life。

〃What　if　we　simply　surrender　it　to　Haydon？〃　Exedore　mulled。

Cabell　answered；　〃It　may　e　to　that　in　the　end；　but　I　would　see　our　subsequent　chances　of　survival　as　very　slim。〃　And　by　〃our〃　he　meant　every　single　living　thing　in　the　universe　and　possibly；　knowing　Cabell；　its　inanimate　material　as　well。

〃We　could　create　another　matrix；〃　Exedore　said。

Cabell　put　into　words　what　they　both　knew。　〃Yes；　but　that　would　take　time；　perhaps　months；　and　Haydon　will　not　endure　such　a　wait。　No；　He　means　to　supercharge　the　matrix　with　the　Flowers　from　New　Praxis　and　start　at　long　last　on　His　final　journey。〃

There　was　a　rapping　at　the　open　door：　Lantas；　Cabell's　new　student　and　research　assistant　since　her　return　aboard　the　ship　andeered　by　Dana　Sterling　and　the　15th　ATACs。　She　was　the　last　surviving　member　of　a　Scientist　triumvirate；　a　bright　and　energetic　young　woman；　her　hair　a　mass　of　pink　ringlets。　She　had　adopted　a　protective；　almost　proprietary　attitude　toward　Cabell　and　Exedore；　making　them　the　missing　members　of　a　new　triumvirate。

Now；　though；　Lantas　looked　young　and　frightened。　She　said；　〃The　captains　of　the　Local　Group　are　here。〃

They　trooped　into　the　room　Karbarran　and　Spherisian；　Garudan　and　Perytonian。　Strange　to　see　them　striding　along　together；　when　in　the　near　past　there　had　been　so　much　friction　among　them。

The　captains　drew　to　a　halt　before　the　three。　Hodel；　the　burly　Karbarran；　spoke　for　them；　the　flotilla　was　mostly　Karbarran；　after　all。　〃We　have　had　word　of　Haydon's　approach。　Tirol　has　given　us　reason　to　hate　it　over　the　centuries；　but　in　the　Sentinels　War；　you　here　became　our　allies。　More　to　the　point；　we　think　your　researches　into　using　the　matrix　to　halt　the　shrinkage　of　the　cosmos　are　our　only　hope　of　survival。　We　therefore　cannot　surrender　the　matrix　to　Haydon；　no　matter　what。

〃Tracialle　will　lead　the　fleet　into　battle。　Your　Tiresian　techs　have　agreed　to　man　the　Valivarre。〃　His　main　regret　was　that　the　powerful　Ark　Angel　had；　after　delivering　the　scientists　to　Tirol；　departed　for　return　to　Earth；　it　would　have　added　tremendously　to　the　flotilla's　firepower。

Exedore　had　heard　something　about　the　Tiresians'　crewing…Valivarre　for　battle。　With　all　the　Zentraedi　gone　save　only　himself；　the　ship　had　to　be　refitted　for　use　by　Micronians；　of　course。　But　how　surprising　that　the　clones；　after　centuries　of　docility；　should　leap　to　defend　their　planet　and　the　matrix　with　all　the　stoic　determination　of　Zentraedi　in　a　suicide　charge。　It　was　a　time　of　horrors　but；　truly；　a　time　of　wonders　as　well。

〃I　tell　you　again　that　I　doubt　you　have　any　chance　of　victory；〃　Cabell　was　saying。　〃But　I　know　that　won't　dissuade　you。　What；　then；　do　you　wish　of　us？〃

A　Perytonian；　Purg；　spoke　up；　tossing　his　needle…sharp　horns　as　he　did。　〃Tell　us　of　the　Awareness；　the　seat　of　its　consciousness；　where　its　vulnerabilities　lie。　It　is　weak　now；　if　we　destroy　it；　Haydon　will　be　unable　to　wage　war。〃

Cabell　was　shaking　his　head　measuredly。　〃Firstly；　the　planet　has　gone　through　such　radical　mechamorphosis　that　there　is　no　telling　where　the　Awareness　is　now。　Nor　is　there　any　reliable　way　of　detecting　it。

〃But　more　importantly；　destroying　the　Awareness　will　not　guarantee　that　Haydon　is　powerless；　far　from　it。　I　implore　you　all　t