Saturn

BOOK II

About three years ago I wrote that to my great surprise I had discovered Saturn to be three-bodied: that is, it was an aggregate of three stars arranged in a straight line parallel to the ecliptic, the central star being much larger than the others. I believed them to be mutually motionless, for when I first saw them they seemed almost to touch, and they remained so for almost two years without the least change. It was reasonable to believe them to be fixed with respect to each other, since a single second of arc (a movement incomparably smaller than any other in even the largest orbs) would have become sensible in that time, either by separating or by completely uniting these stars. Hence I stopped observing Saturn for more than two years. But in the past few days I returned to it and found it to be solitary, without its customary supporting stars, and as perfectly round and sharply bounded as Jupiter. Now what can be said of this strange metamorphosis?

That the two lesser stars have been consumed, in the ma

VISION OF SATURN

Ma

“Hi,” he said, gri

She hardly saw anyone except Kris Cardenas now and then. They had lunch together every few days. Holly asked Kris to help her go over Don Diego’s medical records. Cardenas looked them over and then told Holly she could find nothing amiss.

“You’ve got to accept the fact that people die, Holly,” Cardenas told her over lunch in the bustling cafeteria. “It doesn’t happen often, but it happens. People die.”

“It doesn’t make any sense,” Holly insisted.

“Give it up, Holly,” Cardenas said gently. “He was a sweet old man, but he’s dead and you can’t bring him back.”

“Someone killed him.”

Cardenas’s eyes went wide. “Murder?”

Holly nodded, knowing she was being cosmically stupid about this but unable to back away from it.

“I think you need to get your mind off this, kid,” said Cardenas. “You’re getting … well, you’re getting almost paranoid about it.”

“But he couldn’t have just walked down the embankment and stuck his head in the water and drowned. That’s impossible!”

“Get off it, Holly. This is consuming too much of your time and energy. Go out tonight and have a good time. Take your mind off it. Have some fun for yourself.”

Holly saw that Cardenas was in earnest. “Momma Kris,” she murmured. And smiled.

“There must be plenty of young men who’d be happy to take you out for the evening,” said Cardenas.

Trying to push Don Diego out of her mind, Holly replied, “Ma

“There you go. He’s a chunk of Grade-A beef.”

Holly nodded.

“Do you like him?”

“I went to bed with him once,” Holly blurted.

“Really?”

“That night he rescued the injured astronaut.”

“Oh yeah,” Cardenas said, remembering. “He must’ve been on an emotional high. Pumped up with adrenaline.”

“I guess.”

“And testosterone.”

Despite herself, Holly laughed. “Plenty of that.”

“And he’s been calling you?”

“Uh-huh. But I don’t want to get involved with him. I don’t think I do, but if I go out with him I guess he’ll expect me to do it again.”

Cardenas glanced down at her salad, then said, “You don’t have to do what he expects. You can have di

“Signals?”

“Be pleasant, but no touchy-feely.”

“I don’t know if that would work,” Holly said uncertainly.

“Meet him at the restaurant. Stay in public places. Walk yourself home.”

“I guess.”

“Unless you want to go to bed with him again.”

“I don’t! Well, not really. It’s like, I want him to like me, but not too much.”

With a shake of her head, Cardenas dug her fork into the salad. “Men aren’t subtle, Holly. You have to set the rules clearly. Otherwise there’ll be a problem.”

“See,” Holly confessed, feeling confused, “I really want Malcolm to notice me. I mean, he’s the reason I signed up for this habitat in the first place but I’ve hardly even seen him in the past few months and Ma

“Malcolm?” Cardenas asked. “You mean Dr. Eberly?”

“The chief of human resources, yes.”

Cardenas looked impressed. “You’re interested in him.”

“But he’s not interested in me.” Holly suddenly felt close to tears.

“Isn’t that always the way?”

“I don’t know what I should do.”

Cardenas glanced around the busy cafeteria, then said firmly, “Have as much fun as you can with the stunt stud. Why not?”

“You think it’ll make Malcolm jealous?”

With a huff that was almost a grunt, Cardenas replied, “No, I don’t think he’ll pay any attention to it. But why shouldn’t you have some fun? He seems to be a nice guy.”

“F’sure.”

“Then have some fun with him while you can. He’ll be leaving for Earth after he’s done his stunt, so you won’t have to worry about a long-term commitment.”

“But I want a long-term commitment,” Holly blurted, surprising herself. She immediately added, “I mean, maybe not right now, and not with Ma

“With Eberly?”

“Yes!”

Cardenas shook her head. “Good luck, kid.”

Nadia Wunderly had dieted stringently, exercised regularly, and lost four kilos. Her tireless work on her research proposal had paid off, too: Dr. Urbain had approved her study of Saturn’s rings. His approval was reluctant, she knew; Wunderly was the only scientist on the staff interested in the rings. All the others were focused on Titan, as was Urbain himself.

She was in Urbain’s office, pleading for an assistant and some time on the habitat’s major telescope.

“I can’t do it all by myself,” she said, trying to walk the fine line between requesting help and admitting defeat. “My proposal called for two assistants, if you remember.”

“I remember perfectly well,” Urbain said stiffly. “We simply do not have the manpower to spare.”

The chief of the Planetary Sciences Department sat tensely behind his desk as if it were a barricade to protect him against the onslaughts of revolutionaries. Yet all Wunderly wanted was a little help.

“The main telescope is completely engaged in observing Titan,” Urbain went on, as if pronouncing a death sentence. “This is an opportunity that we must not fail to use to our advantage.”