Bowl of Heaven

Gregory Benford, Larry Niven BOWL OF HEAVEN

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Cliff Kammash — biologist

Mayra Wickramsingh — pilot, with Beth team

Abduss Wickramsingh — engineer, with Beth team

Glory — the planet of destination

Captain Redwing

SunSeeker — the ramship

Beth Marble — biologist

Eros — the first drop ship

Fred Ojama — geologist, with Beth team

Aybe — engineer, with Cliff team

Howard Blaire — engineer, with Cliff team

Terrence Gould — with Cliff team

Irma Michaelson — plant biologist, with Cliff team

Tananareve Bailey — with Beth team

Lau Pin — engineer, with Beth team

CAPTAIN REDWING HAS FOUR CREW ABOARD SUNSEEKER

Jampudvipa, shortened to Jam — an Indian bridge officer

Ayaan Ali — Arab woman navigator/pilot

Clare Conway — copilot

Karl Lebanon — general technology officer

ASTRONOMER FOLK

Memor — Attendant Astute Astronomer

Asenath — Wisdom Chief

Ikahaja — Ecosystem Savant

Omanah — Ecosystem Packmistress

Ramanuji — Biology Savant

Kanamatha — Biology Packmistress

Thaji — Judge Savant

(The Adopted, those aliens already encountered and integrated into the Bowl, will have further names used in Volume 2.)

PROLOGUE

Here about the beach I wander’d, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time

— TENNYSON, “Locksley Hall”

THE LAST PARTY

Cliff turned from the people he was saying good-bye to and looked out at the world he would never see again.

The party roared on behind him. Laughter, shouts, hammering hard music. The laughter was a touch ragged, the music too loud, a forced edge to it all, and an electric zest fueled a murmur of anticipating talk. They had said good-bye already to relatives on Earth. Now, SunSeeker’s crew and passengers had to say farewell forever to the starship construction teams, the training echelons, the embodied political and economic forces that were about to launch them out into a vastness beyond experience.

The view was razor sharp, but it was of course a screen, adjusted to subtract the station’s centrifugal gyre. So Earth held steady and he could see the tiny silver motes of flung packages headed toward the SunSeeker complex. They trailed back toward the flingers on Luna, and another line of specks pointed toward the fatter dots of manufacturing complexes in higher orbits. A dingy new asteroid was gliding in on its decade-long journey. Already, silvery bee swarms of robo-factories accompanied it, hollowing out its stony core for a smelter colony. Glass-skinned biofactories waited for the work crews that would pounce on the asteroid prey, their liquid riches hiding behind fogged domes for sunlight to awaken them.

It struck him how much like artworks machines seemed in space. Here they suffered no constraints of gravity, and so looked like contorted abstracts of Euclidean geometries, cubes and ellipsoids and blunt cylinders that made mobiles without wires, moving with glacial grace against the faint jewels of brimming starlight.

Within the geostationary orbit, he could not see distinct satellites, even after he hit the magnification command and the screen narrowed in. Here, the busy swarm held luxury hotels for ancients now well over two centuries old. Religious colonies were more common but rather Spartan, and ships flitted like dappled radiance everywhere in the incessant sprawl of commerce. The solid Earth swam in a countless froth of tending machines.

He leaned sideways and caught the sheen of the Fresnel lens at the L1 point, a gauzy circle seen nearly on edge from here. It hung between Earth and the sun, deflecting sunlight from the still rather overheated planet. Adjusting patches twinkled in slow splendor.

“Y’know, it’ll all be fixed up fine by the time we even wake up.” Beth’s soft words came from behind him.

Cliff turned and his eyes brightened. “But we’ll be this same age.”

She blinked and grinned and kissed him back. “Hard not to love an optimist.”

“If I didn’t think we’ll wake up, I wouldn’t go.”

She wore a sheath dress that definitely wouldn’t be going to Glory. It clung to her lithe body, wrapped close around her neck, and anchored at amber bracelets on her wrists. Her right showed bare skin colored like chardonnay as the dress polarized, giving him quick glances of flesh. The silky dress had variable opacity and hue she could tune with the bracelets, he guessed. He hoped this show was for him. People nearby were making a great show of not noticing. Just as most ignored the profusion of plunging necklines, built-in push-up bras, spangles, feathers, slits, and peekaboos. Plus codpieces on some of the guys, muscle shirts, the hawk hats that made a man look like a predator.

“A lot of overt signaling tonight, isn’t there?” Beth said dryly.

Not his style. “Bravado, smells like.” So he simply took her in his arms and kissed her. That was the usual best move, he had learned early on, especially if he could not think of something witty. Her green eyes blinked. Everyone continued not noticing. He wouldn’t see most of them ever again, after all.

This thought got underlined when a banner rolled across the room’s suspension ceiling. It was from the