Project Pope

'But now you think that I might write it for you — a thousand years of history. In some detail, I would suppose. How many thousand pages of manuscript? How long would you think that it might take? A lifetime, or two? And you'd pay me well for it?

'Well, yes, naturally we'd pay you handsomely for it, said the cardinal. 'More than you'd make, far more than you'd make, flitting around the galaxy in search of disjointed subjects for your writing. And more than that. Optimum working conditions. All the assistance you might wish. Pleasant surroundings in which to live and work. No pressure for completion.

'That's good of you, she said.

'At least, he said, 'you'll accept our hospitality for the moment. Someone can show you the suites available. You can take your pick. No need to go back to Human House. We can pick up your luggage and bring it here.

'I'll have to think on it, Your Eminence.

'Then think on it here. You'll find our suite far more comfortable….

Good Lord, she thought. All the data here, squirreled away in memory cores, waiting for retrieval!

'You do not answer, said the cardinal.

'Your offer is most kind, she said. 'I think I shall accept the hospitality that you offer, since that seems to be your wish. On the other matter, I need some further thought.

'Take all the time you wish, said the cardinal. 'We shall not press for an early answer. We'll talk about it later. But let me say we do need your services very badly. The history should be written. But it takes a certain kind of talent to do the writing of it — perhaps a human talent, which we have been unable to acquire. Here on End of Nothing it is difficult to obtain the kind of human talent that we need. The planet is too far and lonely to attract humanity. Go out at night and look up and there are few stars. The galaxy itself is a shimmer in the sky and that is all. But there are certain advantages. There is space, there is newness. A freshness that is not found on many planets. And the mountains. To our humans, the mountains are a constant source of great delight.

'I am sure they are, said Jill.

Thirteen

'This, Ecuyer told Te

The room was large. There were no windows. Pale ceiling lights marched in converging rows into the distance. Ranks of filing cabinets, floor to ceiling, stretched away farther than one could see.

Ecuyer walked slowly down one row of the cabinets, his hand laid flat against their fronts, sliding along the metal. Te

Ahead of him, Ecuyer halted and pulled out a drawer, fumbling, or pretending to fumble, among the many small crystal cubes that lay within the drawer.

'Ah, here, he said, coming up with one of them. 'A cube picked quite at random.

He held it up for Te

'Show me?

'Yes, let you experience what is imprinted on the cube — live the experience picked up by the sensitive, the experience that he lived through. What he saw and felt and thought. Put you inside the sensitive…

He peered intently at Te

'You mean that you want me — that you can co

Ecuyer nodded. 'Simply done, he said.

'But why? asked Te

'Because I could talk about our work for the next three days, said Ecuyer, 'and not be able to give you an understanding of it such as you can gain from a few minutes on this cube.

'I can see that, said Te

'A stranger, perhaps, said Ecuyer, 'but I want you very much to stay here and be a member of the team. We need you, Jason. Can't you understand that?

'As a matter of fact, I have already decided to stay on, said Te

'Well, now, that's fine, said Ecuyer. 'That's splendid. But why did you wait? Why didn't you tell me immediately?

'Because you still were sneaking up on me, said Te

'I'm properly rebuked, said Ecuyer, 'and I don't seem to mind at all. I can't tell you how happy it makes me. And, now, how about the cube?

'I'm a bit nervous about it, but if you think I should, I will.

'I think you should, Ecuyer told him. 'It's important to me and I think to you that you know exactly what we are doing.

'So I'll understand this Heaven business better?

'Well, yes, but not entirely that. I can see you're still a skeptic on what you call the Heaven business.

'Yes, I am. Aren't you?

'I don't know, said Ecuyer. 'I can't be sure. Every fiber in me cries out against it and yet…

'All right, said Te

'Okay, said Ecuyer. 'This way.

He led the way out of the stack and into a small room crowded with equipment.

'Sit down in that chair over there, said Ecuyer. 'Take it easy. Relax.

A helmet arrangement was suspended over the chair. Te

'Go on, sit down, said Ecuyer. 'I'll fit the helmet on you and drop the cube into the slot and-

'All right, said Te

'You all right? he asked.

'All right. I can't see a thing.

'You don't need to see. Breathing all right? No trouble breathing?

'None at all.

'All right, then. Here we go.

For a moment there was utter darkness, then there was light, a greenish sort of light, and a wetness. Te

The water was warm and the mud was soft. His gut was full. For the moment there was no danger. Contentment filled him and he allowed himself to sink deeper into the yielding mud. When the mud no longer yielded, he agitated his legs, trying to sink deeper, but this gained him little, although when he ceased the effort, he could sense the mud begi

And yet there was, he found, an internal nagging that arose once he was all settled in full enjoyment of contentment. A question that never had come on him before, for up until this instant, there had been no question of any sort at all. Until now he had not been aware there was such a thing as question. He existed, that was all. He had never cared what he might be. The matter of identity had never arisen.

He stirred uneasily, befuddled and upset that the question should arise to so disturb him. And that was not the worst of it. There was something else. It was as if he were not himself, not he who had found the question, the question not internal to him but coming from somewhere outside himself. And there was nothing outside himself — nothing but the warmth of the shallow sea, the softness of the bottom mud and the knowledge that the fearful shadow avid to gulp him down was not present now, could not see him now, that he was safe from the prowling predator that snapped up trilobites.