sphere then, and we mustn’t do it now. If it has that strong a defence against meteors, just think what it may do against a real attack.’
Fian pulled a face in acknowledgement.
‘Threat team say this nardle excavation has worked, because it’s given people time to calm down,’ I continued. ‘It’s vital they stay calm and keep their faith in the Military even when we fail to find anything. They must blame me personally, and whether that’s fair or not doesn’t matter. I’d cheerfully die to prevent even the slightest risk of a real war. I don’t have to die, I just have to stay alive and look a complete idiot.’
‘It doesn’t have to be you that takes the blame,’ said Fian.
‘It does have to be me, Fian. I’m sure Colonel Torrek would take personal responsibility, but I can’t let him do it. People need to keep their trust in him and the Military, so it has to be blamed on me messing things up. Gaius Devon will enjoy crowing he was right about the idiot ape kid, and it’ll confirm everyone’s low opinion of the Handicapped, but that’s still better than attacking the sphere.’
I shrugged. ‘I’m going to be horribly unpopular, but I’m sure the Military will do everything they can to protect me from the newzies, find me somewhere to hide until …’
Fian interrupted me. ‘It won’t be you, Jarra. It’ll be us. I’ll be with you.’
‘That’s why we need to talk now. I have to limit the damage I do to other people.’ I took a deep breath because this bit was very hard to say. ‘I obviously can’t join the Tell clan now, because I’d be a dreadful embarrassment to them. There’s our Twoing contract too. It expires tonight, and it’s best if we delay renewing it until after …’
He interrupted again. ‘I know what you’re going to suggest, and you can forget it. I’m not going to wait and see if we find an alien device, have a Twoing contract if you’re a success or dump you if you’re a failure. We’re in this together, win or lose.’
‘But what about your parents? When I’m being ridiculed on the newzies in every sector …’
Fian pulled a face. ‘I’ve had dozens of mail messages from them. Naturally they’re shocked by me being in the Military. My mother is worried about the danger. Civilians can expect to live to celebrate their hundredth before finally dying a peaceful death in a tank when their body fails to make it through another rejuvenation cycle, but a lot of Military get killed in action.’
He sighed. ‘I understand my mother wanting to protect me, but she has to let me make my own decisions. My father … Well, he’s ranting about my great-grandfather being forcibly dumped on Hercules by the Military. He said he kept quiet about me being awarded the Earth Star, even came to the ceremony to show he accepted it wasn’t my fault, but he’s furious I’ve actually joined the enemy.’
I waved my hands in disbelief. ‘Disobeying Alien Contact programme is a crime against humanity, so you had no choice. What did your father expect you to do, refuse and go to prison? In theory, you could even be executed.’
‘From the tone of his last message, my father would have preferred me to be shot. It’s … it’s as stupid as Krath’s dad expecting him to tunnel his way out of Ark. Worrying about some ancient family grudge when humanity is making the first contact with aliens, refusing to help when something is threatening the survival of the human race, would be …’
‘So that’s why your parents’ attitude changed after the medal ceremony,’ I said. ‘All those politely stilted conversations weren’t just because of me being Handicapped. If they didn’t like you getting the Earth Star, then when they saw me being given the Artemis … I probably babbled about my grandmother being a Military Colonel as well.’
Fian shook his head. ‘My father didn’t like that, but my mother … You remember I said there was some long running family stuff that was reaching crisis point?’
‘Yes.’
He sighed. ‘Things seem pretty definite now, so I’d better tell you. My mother always wanted a full marriage, but my father insisted on the standard twenty-five year term marriage for people who plan to have children.’
My head did some frantic calculating. Fian’s sister was several years older than he was, which must mean …
‘Their marriage will end later this year,’ said Fian. ‘My mother expected them to renew the contract for another term, but just before the medal ceremony my father put the house up for sale. That was his subtle way of breaking the news to her that he’d got the two children he wanted from the relationship and he wasn’t interested in continuing it.’
Fian pulled a pained face. ‘My mother was very upset. She tried to get my father to reconsider, but he wouldn’t. He seems to expect them to keep being a couple until the very last day of the contract, and then just split up as if there were never any feelings involved. Perhaps there weren’t in his case, he’s always been pretty cold- blooded, but my mother …’
Fian let the sentence trail off, clearly needing a few moments to recover. I took his hand and looked down at the Twoing ring on his finger. I knew now why Fian worried about long-term commitment, and why it meant so much to him that I’d chosen rings for us with no end-date markings. He’d seen what his mother had gone through, and he didn’t want a relationship with someone who’d already decided to walk away at some point in the future. If I’d ever looked closely at his parents’ wedding rings, I might have worked it out months ago, because I was sure his father had insisted those rings had end-dates deeply engraved on them.
Fian finally started speaking again in a brisker voice. ‘Well, that’s why conversations with them have been very tense lately. My mother will want me to stay with you whatever happens. My father will just have to learn to accept the situation. I’m Military and I’m Twoing with you. When it gets to midnight, we’ll renew our Twoing contract.’
He paused and gave me a sudden teasing look. ‘Unless you want us to call Colonel Torrek and arrange to get married instead. We can use Military regulations now.’
I gave a startled giggle. ‘No, you were right about that. I was in a blind panic because Joth was dead, you’d nearly died, and I thought the alien sphere might nuke us to pieces during the next solar storm. I was trying to grab on to things before it was too late. The alien sphere isn’t shooting at us, so there’s no need to rush things now. Besides, I’ve realized that getting married right now could be very dangerous.’
‘Dangerous?’
‘Imagine Maeth’s reaction if we got married before her and Ross.’
Fian laughed. ‘If we aren’t getting married, then I want a full year Twoing contract. If things go badly, it’ll take longer than three months for the newzies to get bored of ridiculing us, and you’ve a bad habit of deciding to leave me for my own good.’
‘You’re quite sure about this?’
He grinned. ‘Perfectly sure. We can argue about it all night if you insist, but I intend to be extremely stubborn.’
I didn’t bother arguing. I’d lost my chance of a family for the second time, but I’d still have Fian.
We spent the next few hours listening to a recording of Rono and the Replays playing a concert, so I could test the music’s shocking effect on an innocent Deltan boy, and at midnight we called Registry.
We signed up for our first Twoing contract during a solar super storm, and I’d thought that nothing could possibly be that zan. We signed up for our second Twoing contract in the middle of the African rainforest, with rock and roll music playing and an alien sphere hovering in orbit directly above us. It was even better.
35
The next day, things were unnaturally silent at Zulu Dig Site. The inevitable morning rain had delayed us starting work, but now we’d finally reached our target point. The alien sphere was in geostationary orbit far above us, and precisely below it a framework held a laser drill in place. A blinding light pulsated as it cut down into the earth a carefully calculated distance, and a fine plume of dust hung around it. The drill would soon be removed, and a sensor probe lowered in its place.
The probe would find nothing. I already knew that from the initial sensor sled readings, so would everyone
