Transcendence

“You mean you thrive on difficulty — on danger?”

“You better believe it!” Dulcimer leaned back and expanded his body, stretching to full length. “We Polyphemes — specially me — are the bravest, most fearless beings in the Galaxy. Show us danger, we eat it up.”

“Indeed.” Tally took a microsecond to mull over that odd statement. “You have often experienced danger?”

“Me? Danger?” Dulcimer swiveled his chair to face Tally. An embodied computer was not much of an audience, but there was nothing else available. “Let me tell you about the time that I beat the Rumbleside scad merchants at their own game, and came this close” — he held up his top two hands, a fraction of an inch apart — “to being killed along the way. Me and the scad merchants had been having a little disagreement, see, about a radiation shipment I made that shrunk on the way — nothing to do with me, as I explained to them. They said not to worry, things like that can happen to anyone, and anyway they had another job for me. I was to go to Polytope, fill my cargo hold with local ice, and bring it back to Rumbleside. Water-ice? I said. That’s right, they said. There’s a lot of water-ice on Polytope? I said. There sure is, they said, any amount. But we want just Polytope water, ice, no other. And we want big penalties if you don’t deliver on time.

“I should have known something was a bit fu

“Only thing is, they hadn’t mentioned to me that Polytope is a world that the Tristan free-space Manticore dreamed on one of its off days. On Polytope, you see, water decreases in volume as it turns to ice instead of expanding as it does everywhere else. And it was a cold world, too, below freezing point most of the year. So the oceans never froze over, but when the water at the top got cold enough to turn to ice, that ice just sank down to the bottom and stayed there.

“There was certainly plenty of water-ice on Polytope, and a shipment of it would sure be valuable — but it was all down under five kilometers of water. I checked the land surface. Polytope had plenty of that, too, but no water-ice on it. I needed a submersible. But the nearest world where I could rent one big enough was so far away, I’d have blown my contract deadline before I could get there and back. What to do, Mr. Tally. What to do?”

“Well,” — Tally’s pause for thought was imperceptible in human terms — “If I were placed in such a position—”

“I know you have no idea, sir, so I’ll tell you. There was a mining world less than a day’s jump away. I flew there, rented land-mining equipment, flew back, and put the Indulgence down by the side of the ocean. I dug a slanting tu

E.C. Tally considered experiences and matching algorithms. “Not exactly equivalent. But perhaps comparable. Involving the Zardalu.”

“Zardalu! You met Zardalu, did you? Oh yes.” Dulcimer put on the facial expression that to a thousand worlds in the spiral arm indicated a Chism Polypheme at its most sneering and insulting. To E.C. Tally it suggested that Dulcimer was suffering badly from stomach gas.

“Zardalu. Well, Mr. Tally.” The Polypheme inclined to indulgence, as the name of his ship pointed out. He nodded. “Since we’ve nothing better to do, sir, I suppose you may as well tell me about it. Go ahead.”

Dulcimer lolled back in his chair, prepared to be thoroughly skeptical and bored.

The Indulgence had negotiated the final a

There was no sign of it. She was not worried. There was no chance that the beacon could have been destroyed, no matter how fast the atmospheric entry or how hard the impact with the surface. The beacon was meant to withstand temperatures of thousands of degrees, and decelerations of many hundreds of gravities.

The seedship must be on the other side of the planet, with its signal shielded by Genizee’s bulk. The planet was amazingly close. Darya decided that Dulcimer had done an outstanding job. Who had said that the Polypheme was only a good pilot when he was radiation-hot? Well, they were quite wrong.

She headed from the observation bubble of the Indulgence to the control room, intending to congratulate Dulcimer. He was sitting in the pilot’s chair, but his corkscrew body was coiled so tightly that he was no more than three feet long. His sca

“We’ve arrived, E.C. That planet outside is Genizee.” She bent to peer at Dulcimer. “What’s wrong with him? He hasn’t been soaking up hard radiation again, has he?”

“Not one photon.” Tally moved his shoulders in the accepted human gesture of puzzlement. “I have no idea what has happened to him. All we have done is talk.”

“Just talk?” Darya noticed that Tally had a neural cable attached to the back of his skull. “Are you sure?”

“Talk — and show a few visuals. Dulcimer told me of one of his numerous dangerous experiences. Nothing comparable has ever happened to me, but I in return explained our encounter with the Zardalu, back on Serenity. I fed some of my recollections into the display system of the Indulgence, though I chose to do so from the point of view of an uninvolved third party, rather than from my own perspective.”

“Oh, my lord. Louis Nenda warned us — Dulcimer is easily excited. Run it again, E.C. Let me see what you showed him.”

“Very little, really.”

The three-dimensional display in the center of the control room came alive. The chamber filled with a dozen hulking Zardalu, advancing on a small group of humans who were vainly trying to hold them off with flashburn weapons that did little more than sting them. In the center of the group, noticeably less nimble than the others, stood E.C. Tally. He hopped clumsily from side to side, then closed with one of the Zardalu to provide a maximum-intensity burn. He was too slow jumping clear. Four tentacled arms, as thick as human thighs, seized and lifted him.

“Tally! Stop it there.”

“I explained to Dulcimer,” E.C. Tally said defensively. “I told him that although I am sensitive to my body’s condition, I do not feel pain in any human or Polypheme sense. It is curious, but I have the impression that when I began to talk he did not really believe that we had encountered the Zardalu. Certainly his ma

The display was still ru