massive hole had been punched through the floor. It was as if a bomb had detonated, smashing the neat layers of polyp into a jumble of large slabs and pulverised gravel. Nutrient fluid, water, and sludge had leaked out from various severed tubules, oozing down the piles of detritus before turning to rucked tongues of dull grey ice. They stood at the broken rim, and looked down.
We won’t stand a chance against this thing,dariat said. Holy Anstid, look at what it can do; the strength of the fucking thing! That polyp’s over two metres thick, look. We’ve got to get out of here.
Calm down,the personality replied. Whoever heard of a ghost being frightened?
Well, hear it and weep. This is suicidal.
Physical strength alone didn’t do this,erentz said. It was helped by the cold. If you lower the polyp’s temperature far enough it becomes as brittle as glass.
That’s a real comfort to know,dariat retorted scathingly.
The personality is right, we shouldn’t balk just because of this. It demonstrates that the visitor uses cold the same way we use heat, that’s all. If we’d wanted to break through a wall, we’d heat it with lasers or an induction field until it weakens. This is an example of how logic progresses in this continuum; concentrating enough energy to heat something is fantastically difficult here, so the visitors simply apply the inverse.
But we don’t know how they apply it,dariat said. So we can’t defend ourselves against it.
Then we need to find out,erentz said simply. And you have to admit, if this is how it moves about, we’ll definitely hear it coming.
Dariat cursed as she started to pick her way over the loose debris bordering the hole. He knew now why the personality had picked her. She had more gung-ho optimism than a whole squadron of test-pilots. Reluctantly, he started to follow.
There were deep gouge marks in the floor that had torn the scarlet and lemon carpet into crumpled waves. The naked polyp underneath was pocked with small craters in a triangular pattern every couple of metres. Dariat had no trouble picturing them as talon marks. The visitor had bulldozed its way along the vestibule, cracking the walls and shredding the furniture and fittings. Then it had veered off deeper into the interior of the starscraper. According to the personality, it was resting right against the core. The door to a large apartment suite was missing, along with a considerable chunk of the surrounding wall. Erentz halted several of metres short, and ran her suit’s wrist beams around the big aperture.
The vestibule on the other side is undamaged,she said. It has to be in there.
I agree.
Can you tell for certain?
I’m a ghost, not a psychic.
You know what I mean.
Yeah. But I feel okay so far.
She knelt down and began unhooking sensors from her belt, screwing them onto a telescopic pole. I’ll just run a visual and infrared scan first, with spectral and particle interpretation programs hooked in, no active sweeps.
Try a magnetic scan as well,the personality suggested.
Right.erentz added one last sensor to the small clump, then looked round at Dariat. Okay?
He nodded. She extended the pole cautiously. Dariat used affinity to receive the results directly from the bitek processor governing the sensors, seeing a pale image of the frosted wall sliding past. It was superimposed with translucent sheets of colour that shimmered with defraction patterns, the results of the analysis programs, which Dariat fully failed to understand. He shifted the focus, cancelling everything but the raw visual and infrared image.
He watched the edge of the smashed wall go past. Then there was nothing. Is it still working? he asked.
Yes. There’s absolutely no light in there. No electromagnetic emissions at all. That’s odd, the walls should register on the infrared no matter how cold they are. Its like the visitor has thrown some kind of energy barricade across the hole.
So go for an active scan,dariat said. Laser radar, perhaps.
Simpler if you just go and take a peek,the personality said.
No bloody way! You don’t know it’s an energy barricade; that might be the visitor itself hiding round the corner.
If it was that close, you really would sense it.
We don’t know that for sure.
Stop farting about like an old woman and go stick your head round the edge.
Erentz had already pulled the telescopic pole back. She wasn’t going to give him any support at all.
Okay, I’ll look.the whole notion was even worse than when he’d taken that suicide pill back in Bospoort’s apartment. At least then he’d had a pretty good idea what he was letting himself in for. Shine as much light over here as you can,he told erentz.
She put the last sensor back on her belt, then pulled out the laser pistol and a small tubular flare launcher. Ready.
They both moved over to the other side of the vestibule, giving Dariat a better angle. Erentz focused her helmet beams on the gap as he crept towards it. There was nothing to see. The beams could have been trying to illuminate a cold neutron star for all the effect they had.
Dariat was standing opposite the gap now. Shit. Maybe it is an event horizon. I can’t see a bloody thing in there.it was as if the universe ended inside the apartment. an uncomfortable analogy, given their circumstances.
Stage two, then,erentz said. she brought her flare launcher up, aiming it at the gap. Let’s see if this exposes anything.
We shouldn’t rush into this,dariat said quickly.
Fine,the personality interjected. As you can’t see anything from outside, and you don’t want to use the flare, why don’t you just go in there and take a look around.
It might think the flare is some kind of weapon,dariat said.
Then what do you suggest?
I’m just saying, that’s all. It doesn’t hurt to be prudent.
We’ve taken every precaution we can. Erentz, use the flare.
Wait!right out on the very edge of visibility, there was a perturbation in the curtain of darkness. Faint shadow-shapes moved sinuously, the surface distortion of something stirring deep inside. The blackness started to recede from him with the leisurely speed of an outgoing tide, uncovering the edges of the apartment.
His mind was aware of Erentz’s finger tightening on the launcher’s release trigger. Determination in her mind not to come back without some useful information on the visitor.
No. Don’t . . .
The flare streaked across the vestibule, a searing-white magnesium blaze that punctured the pseudoveil across the gap. Dariat looked directly into the shattered apartment.
Paradoxically, the new strength it had gained was weakening the Orgathй as a whole. As it absorbed the life-energy contained within the stream of liquid, its once-quiescent riders began to rise out of their unity. It was no longer a singleton. The collective which had originally formed the Orgathй was separating. Before, they had bound their meagre scraps of life-energy together, a synergistic combination which had allowed them to fly free of the mйlange. Together, they had been strong. Now there was more than enough life-energy to make them strong individually. They had no real need for each other any more.
