Rama II

“We’ve lost four crew members already,” O’Toole replied. “I want to see you back here safe and sound. God bless you.”

Richard finished shaking the general’s hand, put on his helmet, and stepped across into the airlock. Moments later, when Wake6eld was gone, Admiral Heilma

O’Toole faced the German admiral. “Wakefield has courage, Otto,” he said. “And conviction as well, He is not afraid of either the Ramans or the ISA disciplinary process. I admire that kind of self-confidence.”

“Nonsense,” Heilma

“That makes him a lot like the rest of us,” Francesca remarked. The room was quiet for a moment. “Richard is very smart,” she said in a subdued tone. “He probably has reasons for going back into Rama that none of us under­stand.”

“I just hope he comes back before dark, as he promised,” Janos said. “I’m not certain I could stand to lose another friend.”

The cosmonauts filed out of the atrium into the hallway. “Where’s Dr. Brown?” Janos asked Francesca as he walked along beside her.

“He’s with Yamanaka and Turgenyev. They’re reviewing possible crew assignments for the trip home. As shorthanded as we are, a lot of cross training will be necessary before we leave.” Francesca laughed. “He even asked me if I could be a backup navigation engineer. Can you imagine that?”

“Easily,” Janos replied. “You probably could learn any of the engineering assignments at this point.”

Behind them Heilma

“Essentially,” Otto Heilma

“But we never anticipated using all five weapons,” O’Toole responded. “The extra pair were only loaded onboard in case of failures. That much megato

“That’s the intent,” Heilma

“But why do they want to put the two largest weapons in the ferry pas­sageway? Surely one of the bombs would accomplish the desired result.”

“What if it didn’t explode for some reason? There has to be a backup.” Heilma

General O’Toole constructed a mental image of the giant spacecraft being a

General O’Toole was deep in his memory, recalling the spine-tingling horror of that fireball rising in the peaceful South Pacific sky. He was not aware that Admiral Heilma

“I had asked you how long you thought it might take to get approval for Trinity.”

“You mean in our case?” O’Toole said with disbelief.

“Of course,” Heilma

“I can’t imagine it,” O’Toole said quickly, “The weapons were included in the mission manifest solely to guard against openly hostile actions by the Ramans. I even remember the baseline scenario — an unprovoked attack against the Earth by the alien spacecraft, using high-technology weapons beyond the capabilities of our defenses. The current situation is altogether different.”

The German admiral studied his American colleague. “No one ever envi­sioned the Rama spacecraft on a collision course with the Earth!” Heilma

“But that’s preposterous,” O’Toole argued. “You heard all the discussion during the conference call. No rational person really believes that Rama will actually hit the Earth.”

“Impact is only one of several disaster scenarios. What would you do if you were chief of staff? Destroying Rama now is a safe solution. Nobody loses.”

Visibly shaken by the conversation, Michael O’Toole excused himself from the meeting with Admiral Heilma

Sitting at the computer terminal in his room, the concerned O’Toole recalled the words of Armando Urbina, the Mexican peace activist who had advocated a total dismantling of the COG nuclear arsenal. “As we have seen both at Rome and Damascus,” Senor Urbina had said, “if the weapons exist, they can be used. Only if there are no weapons at all can we guarantee that human beings will never again suffer the horror of nuclear devastation.”

Richard Wakefield did not return before the Raman nightfall. Since the communication station at Beta had been knocked out of commission by the hurricane (the Newton had monitored the breakup of the Cylindrical Sea and the onset of the windstorm through telemetry relayed by Beta before it was silenced), Richard had moved out of communications range when he was halfway across the Central Plain. His last transmission to Janos Tabori, who had volunteered to man the commlink, had been typically Wakefield. As the signal from inside Rama was fading, Janos, in a lighthearted tone, had asked Richard how he wanted to be remembered “to your fans” in case he was “swallowed by the Great Galactic Ghoul.”

“Tell them that I loved Rama not wisely, but too well,” Richard had shouted into his communicator.

“What’s that?” Otto Heilma

“He killed her,” Janos had said, trying without success to lock up the signal again.

“Who killed — What are you talking about?”

“It’s not important,” Janos had answered, spi