'No argument' He strapped himself in. 'Okay, lady. Get us down as fast as you can. There's one thing I have to do, quick, before we lose any more.'
She broke orbit with a sudden acceleration that threw him into the back of his seat; he didn't bat an eye. His voice got a little more strained, but that was all.
'I'll have to put on a pressure-suit and get into the supplies; put out food and pans of water. They're starving and dehydrated. Spirits of space only know what they've been eating and drinking all this time. Could be a lot of them died of dysentery, or from eating or drinking something that wasn't food.' He was thinking out loud; waiting for Tia to put in her own thoughts, or warn him if he was planning to do something really stupid. 'No matter what else we do, I have to do that'
'Open up emergency ration bags and leave pans of the cubes all over the compound,' she suggested, as her outer skin heated up to a glowing red as she hit the upper atmosphere. 'Do the same with the water. Like you were feeding animals.'
'I am feeding animals,' he said, and his voice and face were bleak. 'I have to keep telling myself that. Or I'll do something really, really stupid. You get a line established to Kleinman Base, ASAP'
'Already in the works.' A hyperwave comlink that far wasn't the easiest thing to establish and hold.
But that was why she was a brainship, not an AI drone.
'Hang on,' she said, as she hit the first of the turbulence. 'It's going to be a bumpy burn down!'
The camera and external mike on Alex's helmet gave her a much clearer view of the survivors than Tia really wanted. Of the complement of two hundred at this base, no more than fifty survived, most of them between the ages of fifteen and thirty.
They avoided Alex entirely, hiding whenever they saw him, but they came out to huddle around the pans of food and water he put out, stuffing food into their faces with both hands. Alex had gotten three of the bodies he'd found in their beds into die med-center, and the diagnosis was the same in all three cases; complete systemic collapse, which might have been stroke. The rest, the ones that had not simply dropped in their tracks, had died of dysentery and dehydration. Of the casualties, it looked as if half of the dead had keeled over with this collapse, all of them the oldest members of the team.
After the third, Alex called a halt to it; instead he loaded the bodies into the base freezer. Someone else would have to come get them and deal with them. Tia had recorded his efforts, but could not bring herself to actually watch the incoming video.
He completed his grisly work and returned to caring for the living. 'Tia, as near as I can guess, this thing hits people in one of two ways. Either you get a stroke or something and die, or you turn into, that.' She saw whatever he was looking at by virtue of the fact that the helmet-camera was mounted right over his forehead. And 'that' was something that had once been a human boy, scrambling away out of sight.
'That seems like a good enough assumption for now,' she agreed. 'Can you tell what happened with the food situation? Are they so far gone that they can't remember how to get into basic supplies?'
'That's about it,' he agreed, wearily. 'Believe it or not, they can't even remember how to pop ration packs. They seem to have a vague memory of where the food was stored, but they never even tried to open the door to the supply warehouse.' He trudged across the compound to one of the pans he had set out. It was already empty, without even crumbs. He poured ration-cubes into it from a bag he carried under his arm. She caught furtive movement at the edge of the camera-view; presumably the survivors were waiting for him to go away so that they could empty the pan again. 'When they found the emergency pouches they tore them open, like that woman we watched. But a lot of times, they don't even seem to realize that the pouch has food in it.'
'There's two kinds of victims; the first lot, who got hit and died in their sleep or on the way to breakfast,' he continued, making his way to the next pan. 'Then the rest of them died of dehydration and dysentery because they were eating half-rotten food.'
'Those would go hand-in-hand, here,' she replied. 'With nothing to stop the liquid loss through dysentery, dehydration comes on pretty quickly.'
'That's what I figured.' He paused to fill another pan. 'There'd be more of them dead, of exposure and hypothermia, except that the temperature doesn't drop below twenty Celsius at night, or get above thirty in the daytime. Shirtsleeve weather. Tia, see when this balmy weather pattern started, would you?'
'Right.' He must have had an idea, and it didn't take her more than a moment to interrogate the Al. 'About a week before the last contact. Does that sound as suspicious to you as it does to me?'
'Yeah. Maybe something hatched.' Alex scanned the area for her, and she noted that there were a fair number of insects in the air.
But native insects wouldn't bite humans, or would they? 'Or sprouted. This could be a violent allergic reaction, or some other kind of interaction with a mold spore or pollen.' Farfetched, but not entirely impossible.
'But why wouldn't the Class One team have uncovered it?' he countered, filling another pan with ration-
