Dark Ararat

It occurred to Matthew eventually that there was something he could and ought to be doing even while he was stuck in a basket halfway down a cliff. He took his phone from his belt and pressed the button that would send out Dulcie’s code signal.

She answered immediately.

“It’s Matthew,” he said. “The worst seems to be over, but you might be better to stay where you are for a while. The stinging slugs will probably disperse again, but not for quite some time. I’ll let you know if it begins to look safe before nightfall.”

“I’m with Ly

Without breaking the co

“I’m okay,” Ike assured him, after switching off the chain saw. “I was lucky back there. The stupid way I went about things I should have been stung half-a-dozen times. This is a weird place, and the light’s none too good further in, but I’ll stay close to the shafts of sunlight so that I don’t get lost. I’m sure that I can navigate my way back when I have to, even if it gets dark. I don’t know which of us is going to climb the cliff to free up the cable mechanism, Matthew, but it could be a long walk to the nearest spot where an ascent looks feasible. Shall I try while the light lasts?”

“No,” Matthew said. “I’m safe here. Don’t push your luck too far. If you can, it might be a good idea to link up with Ly

Matthew knew that he ought to report the incident to Tang and Godert Kriefma

If there was, it wasn’t obvious. The tide of leechlike worms that had started the mad race had turned so comprehensively that no living specimen could be seen. Of the other creatures, only the tentacled worms lingered now, seemingly proud of their unchallenged possession of the arena. One by one, their remaining competitors had given up, leaving them to their insistent crisscrossing of the red-augmented purple mess that had pooled around and liberally splashed the bases of the various piles of human imported goods.

The creatures showed no inclination to climb the steeper heaps, and Matthew realized that if Ike and Ly

Ike called him back as dusk fell. “It’s okay,” he reported. “I’ve got Ly

“Thanks,” Matthew said, knowing that Milyukov wasn’t the only one who might derive a certain grim satisfaction from knowing that he was stuck halfway down a cliff, suspended over the scene of a wildlife massacre. He took his phone out of the loop as soon as he’d ascertained that all was as well as could be expected with Ly

By the time the twilight had faded, he had reconciled himself to spending the night where he was.

What they had just witnessed, Matthew decided, had to be a feeding frenzy. Something in the lightly converted boatfood had sent out an olfactory signal powerful enough to attract every leechlike worm for kilometers around. The spilled sap and raw flesh of the vegetation cleared by the two chain saws must also have advertised its availability as food. The larger creatures would probably have followed the leechlike worms in any case, either aiming for the same target or for the worms themselves, but the intensity of the second wave must have been further increased when Ike and Ly

If the NV in Bernal’s final jottings did refer to “nutritional versatility,” what he had just seen might qualify as an admittedly extreme example of nutritional versatility. It might be evidence of a remarkable tendency to overreact when an unusually abundant food supply became suddenly available. If so, there must be a natural trigger that corresponded to the one accidentally released by the invaders.

On Earth, feeding frenzies were correlated with the spawning of ocean creatures. Certain reproductive strategies, involving the mass production of young among whom less than one in a thousand could be expected to survive, were associated with rare but avidly anticipated natural banquets. That might add up, if the ER to which Bernal’s NV had been speculatively correlated really was “exotic reproduction.” There was no evidence, thus far, that any of the new world’s versatile animals used mass-production reproductive strategies—but given that there was scant evidence, as yet, of anyreproductive strategies other than modified binary fission, the possibility had to be considered open.

“Well,” Matthew murmured, aloud, “we certainly know how to make a entrance, don’t we?”

THIRTY-TWO

The basket was not a comfortable place to bed down, but it could have been far worse. It was big enough to allow Matthew to stretch himself out, almost as if he were in a hammock, and he felt reasonably safe. Nor was his arm as troublesome as it might have been, considering the miscellaneous stresses to which he had subjected it. Even so, he could not sleep. The discrepancy between Tyre’s twenty-one-and-a-half-hour days and his Earth-trained circadian rhythms had finally caught up with him. He huddled where he was, becoming increasingly miserable, listening to the many sounds of the alien night.

The area in which Ike and Ly

He was reluctant to disturb his companions, lest their exertions should have left them direly in need of sleep, but he was considering calling the base, or even the ship, when his own phone beeped. He snatched it up gratefully.

“Sorry to disturb you, Matthew,” Ly

“I can’t sleep either,” Matthew assured her. “Insufficient exertion, I guess. Is the ankle very bad?”