Transcendence

“I guess that I do,” she said. “What I have to say won’t take long. I’ll start with two facts: First, when the Builder transportation system returned us from Serenity, it landed us in different parts of the spiral arm. But in every case, we came out on or next door to the location of a Builder artifact. Second, no one has reported the sighting of any live Zardalu — and you can bet that would make news everywhere. So I deduce two things. First, the Zardalu would almost certainly have arrived close to an artifact, too. And second, that artifact ca

She stared around at five silent and expressionless faces. “Any comment?”

“Go on,” Rebka said. “No quarrels so far. Where do you go from here?”

“I know the locations of all the Builder artifacts. Three hundred and seventy-seven of them lie within the Zardalu Communion territory. A hundred and forty-nine of those lie in fairly remote territory, where a Zardalu appearance might not be spotted at once. More than that, if you go along with my assumption that the Zardalu had to land someplace close to one of those artifacts, then I can narrow the field a lot further. You see, for many artifacts there’s just no planet within many light-years where an air-breathing life-form can survive. Throw in that requirement, and you have my final list.”

She turned to the console and touched three keys. “And here it is, along with my calculations.”

“Sixty-one planets, around thirty-three different stars.” Louis Nenda was frowning. “I can rule out a couple of those — I know ’em. Don’t forget Kallik and me are from the Communion. But it’s still too many. Hold on a minute, while I pass your list to At.”

The others waited impatiently during the transfer. Nenda was still in silent dialogue with the Cecropian when Julian Graves and J’merlia arrived in the control room. Rebka gestured to Darya’s list, still on the screen. “Candidate places we might find Zardalu. Too many.”

“And while I have no wish to complicate matters” — Kallik was busy at the console — “here are the results of my analysis, quite independently evolved although with a similar guiding logic.”

Another substantial list was appearing on the screen, next to Darya’s. “Seventy-two planets,” Kallik said apologetically, “around forty-one different stars. And only twenty-three planets in common with Professor Lang.”

“And it’s getting worse,” Nenda said. “Atvar H’sial did her own analysis, with a logic similar to Darya’s. But she didn’t prepare it for visual output. She’s doing that now.”

The Cecropian was back at her console. Within a few seconds, a third long list and a series of equations began to appear on the displays. Julian Graves groaned as it went on and on. “Worse and worse.”

“Eighty-four planets,” E.C. Tally said. “Around forty-five stars.” The embodied computer’s internal processing unit, with a clock rate of eighteen attoseconds, could query the ship’s data bank through the attached neural cable and perform a full statistical analysis while the humans were still trying to read the list. “Twenty-nine planets,” he went on, “in common with Professor Lang, thirty in common with Kallik, and eleven planets common to all three. There is a sixty-two percent probability that the planet sought is one of the eleven, and a fifteen percent chance that it is not any one of the one hundred and forty-six in the combined list.”

“Which says you got too many places, and lousy odds.” Nenda turned to Hans Rebka. “So I guess it’s our turn in the barrel. You want to tell it? People tend to get sort of excited when I say things.”

Rebka shrugged. He moved to sit closer to Darya. “Nenda and I did our own talking when we were in the engine room. What you three did was interesting, a nice, abstract analysis; but we think you’re missing a basic point.

“You said, hey, nobody reported Zardalu in the Fourth Alliance or the Cecropia Federation or the Phemus Circle, so that means they can’t be there. But you know the Zardalu as well as we do. Don’t you think it’s more likely that they didn’t get reported because there was nobody left to report them? If you want to find Zardalu, you look for evidence of violence. Better yet, you look for evidence of disappearances somewhere close to a Builder artifact. If the Zardalu arrived in the spiral arm and took a ship to get them back to their home planet, they’d have made sure there were no survivors to talk about it. Nenda and I took a look at recent shipping records for spiral arm travel, close to Builder artifacts, to see how many interstellar ships just vanished and never showed up again. We found two hundred and forty of them, all in the past year. Forty-three of them look like real mysteries — no unusual space conditions at time of disappearance, no debris, no distress messages. Here they are.”

He pulled a listing from his pocket and handed it to E.C. Tally, who said at once, “Not much correlation with the earlier tabulations. And scattered all over the spiral arm.”

“Sure. Given a ship, the Zardalu could have gone to a world a long way from the artifact where they first arrived.”

“Except that if they went through many Bose Transitions, they would have been observed.” Darya stood up, heard her voice rising, and knew she was doing what she insisted that a scientist should never do: allowing passion and the defense of personal theories to interfere with logical analysis. She sat down sharply. “Perhaps you’re right, Hans. But don’t you think they have to be within one or two transitions of where they first arrived in the spiral arm?”

“I’d like to think so. But I still favor our analysis over yours. What you said was reasonable, in a reasonable world, but violence plays a bigger part in the universe than reason — especially when it comes to the Zardalu.”

“And psychology and fixed behavior patterns play a larger part than either.” It was Julian Graves, who had so far remained a silent observer. “They are factors which have so far been omitted from consideration, but I am convinced they are central to the solution of our problem.”

“Psychology!” Nenda spat out the word like an oath. “Don’t gimme any of that stuff. If you’re go

“Psychology and behavior patterns. What do you think it is that decides what you, or a Zardalu, or any other intelligent being, will do, if it is not psychology? J’merlia and I discussed this problem, after you and Captain Rebka left, and we were able to take our ideas quite a long way. On one point, we agree with you completely: the Zardalu would not be content to stay near an artifact, although they probably arrived there. They would leave quickly, if for no other reason than their own safety. There is too much activity around the artifacts. They would seek a planet, preferably a planet where they would be safe from discovery and able to hide away and breed freely. So where do you think that they would go?”

Nenda glowered. “Hell, don’t ask me. There could be a thousand places — a million.”

“If you ignore psychology, there could be. But put yourself in their position. The Zardalu will do just what you would do. If you wanted to hide away, where would you go?”

“Me? I’d go to Karelia, or someplace near it. But I’m damned sure the Zardalu wouldn’t go there.”