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The Eros feed was wordless now, with only a soft murmuring like water over stone. Miller walked out across the wide mouth of the docking bays. The sky above him turned, and the Nauvoorose from the horizon like sun. His splayed hand held at full arm’s length wasn’t big enough to cover the glow of its engines. He hung by his boots, watching the ship approach. The phantom Julie watched with him.
If he’d done the math right, the Nauvoo’s impact site would be at the center of Eros’ major axis. Miller would be able to see it when it happened, and the giddy excitement in his chest reminded him of being young. It would be a show. Oh, it would be something to see. He considered recording it. His suit would be able to make a simple visual file and stream the data out in real time. But no. This was his moment. His and Julie’s. The rest of humanity could guess what it had been like if they cared.
The massive glow of the Nauvoofilled a quarter of the sky now, and the full circle of it was free of the horizon. The Eros feed’s soft murmur shifted to something more clearly synthetic: a rising, spiraling sound that reminded him for no particular reason of the green sweeping radar screens of ancient films. There were voices at the back of it, but he couldn’t make out the words or even the language.
The great torch of the Nauvoowas a full half of the sky, the stars around it blotted out by the light of full burn. Miller’s suit chirped a radiation warning and he shut it off.
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Fast enough. That was all that mattered. Fast enough.
There, in the center of the fiery bloom, Miller saw a dark spot, no more than the dot of a pencil’s tip. The ship itself. He took a deep breath. When he closed his eyes, the light pressed red through his lids. When he opened them again, the Nauvoohad length. Shape. It was a needle, an arrow, a missile. A fist rising from the depths. For the first time in memory, Miller felt awe.
Eros shouted.
“DON’T YOU FUCKINGTOUCH ME!”
Slowly, the bloom of engine fire changed from a circle to an oval to a great feathery plume, the Nauvooitself showing silver in rough profile. Miller gaped.
The Nauvoohad missed. It had turned. It was right now, right now,speeding past Eros and not into it. But he hadn’t seen any kind of maneuvering rockets fire. And how would you turn something that big, moving that quickly, so abruptly that it would veer off between one breath and the next without also tearing the ship apart? The acceleration g alonec
Miller looked at the stars as if there was some answer written in them. And to his surprise, there was. The sweep of the Milky Way, the infinite scattering of stars were still there. But the angles had changed. The rotation of Eros had shifted. Its relation to the plane of the ecliptic.
For the Nauvooto change course at the last minute without falling apart would have been impossible. And so it hadn’t happened. Eros was roughly six hundred cubic kilometers. Before Protogen, it had housed the second-largest active port in the Belt.
And without so much as overcoming the grip of Miller’s magnetic boots, Eros Station had dodged.
Chapter Forty-Nine: Holden
Holy shit,” said Amos in a flat voice.
“Jim,” Naomi said to Holden’s back, but he waved her off and opened a cha
“Alex, did we just see what my sensors say we saw?”
“Yeah, Cap,” the pilot replied. “Radar and scopes are both sayin’ Eros jumped two hundred klicks spinward in a little less than a minute.”
“Holy shit,” Amos repeated in exactly the same emotionless tone. The metallic bang of deck hatches opening and closing echoed through the ship, signaling Amos’ approach up the crew ladder.
Holden shook off the flush of irritation he felt at Amos’ leaving his post. He’d deal with that later. He needed to be sure that the Rocinanteand her crew hadn’t just experienced a group hallucination.
“Naomi, give me comms,” he said.
Naomi turned around in her chair to face him, her face ashen.
“How can you be so calm?” she asked.
“Panic won’t help. We need to know what’s going on before we can plan intelligently. Please transfer the comms to me.”
“Holy shit,” Amos said as he climbed into the ops deck. The deck hatch shut with a punctuating bang.
“I don’t remember ordering you to leave your post, sailor,” Holden said.
“Plan intelligently,” Naomi said like they were words in a foreign language that she almost understood. “Plan intelligently.”
Amos threw himself at a chair hard enough that the cushioning gel grabbed him and kept him from bouncing off.
“Eros is really fucking big,” Amos said.
“Plan intelligently,” Naomi repeated, speaking to herself now.
“I mean, reallyfucking big,” Amos said. “Do you know how much energy it took to spin that rock up? I mean, it took yearsto do that shit.”
Holden put his headset on to drown Amos and Naomi out, and called up Alex again.
“Alex, is Eros still changing velocity?”
“No, Cap. Just sitting there like a rock.”
“Okay,” Holden said. “Amos and Naomi are vapor locked. How are you doing?”
“Not taking my hands off the stick while that bastard is anywhere in my space, that’s for damn sure.”
Thank God for military training,Holden thought.
“Good, keep us at a constant distance of five thousand klicks until I say otherwise. Let me know if it moves again, even an inch.”
“Roger that, Cap,” said Alex.
Holden took off his headset and turned to face the rest of the crew. Amos was looking at the ceiling, ticking points off with his fingers, his eyes unfocused.
“—don’t really remember the mass of Eros off the top of my headc ” he was saying to no one in particular.
“About seven thousand trillion kilos,” Naomi replied. “Give or take. And the heat signature’s up about two degrees.”
“ Jesus,” the mechanic said. “I can’t do that math in my head. That much mass coming up two degrees like that?”
“A lot,” Holden said. “So let’s move on—”
“About ten exajoules,” Naomi said. “That’s just off the top of my head, but I’m not off by an order of magnitude or anything.”
Amos whistled.
“Ten exajoules is like, what, a two-gigaton fusion bomb?”
“It’s about a hundred kilos converted directly to energy,” Naomi said. Her voice began to steady. “Which, of course, we couldn’t do. But at least whatever they did wasn’t magic.”
Holden’s mind grabbed on to her words with an almost physical sensation. Naomi was, in fact, about the smartest person he knew. She had just spoken directly to the half-articulated fear he’d been harboring since Eros had jumped sideways: that this was magic, that the protomolecule didn’t have to obey the laws of physics. Because if that was true, humans didn’t stand a chance.
“Explain,” he said.
“Well,” she replied, tapping on her keypad. “Heating Eros up didn’t move it. So I assume that means it was waste heat from whatever it was they actually did.”
“And that means?”
“That entropy still exists. That they can’t convert mass to energy with perfect efficiency. That their machines or processes or whatever they use to move seven thousand trillion tons of rock wastes some energy. About a two-gigaton bomb’s worth of it.”
“Ah.”
“You couldn’t move Eros two hundred kilometers with a two-gigaton bomb,” Amos said with a snort.
“No, you couldn’t,” Naomi replied. “This is just the leftovers. Heat by-product. Their efficiency is still off the charts, but it isn’t perfect. Which means the laws of physics still hold. Which means it isn’t magic.”