As they travelled on across the face of an Earth where no vestige of human works remained, Peron became gradually more silent and withdrawn. Elissa assumed that it was a reaction to their surroundings. She was reluctant to interfere with his thoughts. But as they skirted the barren western seaboard of South America, where the continuous line of glaciers stretched down to the Pacific, Peron’s need to discuss his worries became overwhelming.
They had landed in the Andean foothills to watch sunset over the Pacific. Neither spoke as the broad face of Sol, red in the evening twilight, sank steadily past a thin line of clouds far out over the western ocean. Even after the last of the light had faded, they could turn to the east and see the sun’s rays still caught by the summits of high, snow-covered peaks.
“We can’t stay here,” Peron said at last. “Even if we liked it better here than on Pentecost, even if we thought Earth was perfect, we’d have to go back — to S-space.”
Elissa remained silent. She knew Peron. He had to be allowed the time to work his way into a subject, without pressure and with minimal coaxing. That was the way that he had first managed to speak to her of their own relationship, and the way that she had finally learned of his continued doubts over leaving his family to take part in Planetfest.
The last of the light vanished, leaving them sitting side by side on the soft earth next to the aircar. Stars were appearing, one by one, twinkling brightly in the crisp night air.
“We’ve had a great time here,” Peron went on at last, “but for the past two days I’ve had trouble getting a thought out of my head. Remember the colony of mouse-monkeys, the black ones with the fat tails?”
Elissa squeezed his hand without speaking.
“You asked me how the head of the colony could control the others so easily,” he continued. “He didn’t seem to fight them, or bully them, or try to dominate them at all. But they climbed the trees, and brought him food, and groomed him, and he didn’t even have to move to live in comfort. Well, for some reason that reminded me of something my father said to me when I was only ten years old. He asked me, who controlled Pentecost? He said that was the third most important question to answer in a society, and the most important ones were, how did they control, and why did they control? If you knew all three, masters, mechanisms, and motives, you were in a position to make changes.”
“Did he ever tell you the answers?”
“He never knew them. He spent his life looking. The answers were not on Pentecost — we know now that the true controllers of Pentecost are the Immortals, with the cooperation of a nervous planetary government. They control through superior knowledge, and they use the planet — so they say — as a source of new Immortals. Those ideas were beyond my father’s imaginings. But he was right about the important questions.”
Elissa stirred at his side. She was lightly dressed, and the air was cold on her bare arms, but she was reluctant to suggest a move.
“I finally tried to ask the important questions myself,” said Peron at last. “Not about Pentecost — about the Immortals themselves. They have a well-developed society. But who runs it? How, and most of all why? At first I thought we had the answer to the first question: the Immortals were run from The Ship. As soon as I was in S- space, I found that wasn’t true. Then I thought we would have the answer at Sector Headquarters. But we learned that was false — headquarters is nothing but an administrative center with a switching station and cargo pickup point for travelling starships. So what next? We decided control had to be back at Sol, and we came here. But we have no more answers. Who runs the show in the Sol system? Not Jan de Vries, I’ll bet my life on it. He’s a good follower, but he’s not a leader. And even if we find out who, that still leaves how and why.” “So what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Look harder, I suppose. Elissa, we’ve been on Earth for nearly five days now. How do you feel?”
“Physically? I feel absolutely wonderful. Don’t you?”
“I do. Do you know why?”
“I’ve wondered. I think maybe part of the reason is our ancestry. We come from millions of years of adaptation to Earth as the natural environment — gravity, air pressure, sunlight. We ought to feel good here.”
“I know all that. But Elissa, I think there’s another reason. I think everything is relative, and we had spent over a month in S-space before we came here. I’ll tell you my theory, and it’s one that makes me uncomfortable. I think that S-space isn’t right for humans, in ways that we haven’t been told.” “Even though we will live many times as long there? I don’t just mean long in S-time, I mean live subjectively longer. Doesn’t that suggest S-space is good for our bodies?”
Peron sighed. Elissa didn’t know it, but she was presenting arguments to him that he had wrestled with for days, and found no satisfactory answers. “It looks that way. It seems so logical: we live longer there, so it must be good for us. But I don’t believe it. Think of the way you feel. S-space didn’t give you the same sense of vitality. Think of our love-making. Wasn’t it wonderful on Pentecost, and hasn’t it been even better in the last few days on Earth?”
Elissa reached out and ran her fingers gently up Peron’s thigh. “You know the answer to that without asking. Be careful now, or you’ll give me ideas.” He placed his hand gently over hers, but his voice remained thoughtful and unhappy. “So you agree, some things just don’t feel right in S-space. We’ve known that, deep inside, but I assumed it was all part of the adjustment process. Now I feel just as sure that’s not the case. And everybody who has lived in S-space for any length of time must know it, too.”
Peron rose slowly to his feet. Elissa followed suit, and they both stood there for a few moments, shivering in the seaward night wind sweeping off the snowy eastern peaks.
“Suppose you’re right,” said Elissa. “And you have me fairly well persuaded. What can we do about it?”
Peron hugged her close to him, sharing their warmth; but when he spoke his voice was as cold as the wind. “Love, I’m tired of being manipulated, and I’m tired of blind guesswork. We must go back to orbit now. We must stop allowing ourselves to be fobbed off with sweet reasonableness and bland answers, from Olivia, or Jan de Vries, or anyone else. And we have to push as hard as we can for the real answers about S-space civilization: who, how, and why?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
At Elissa’s insistence, they set a meeting with Sy as their first priority on returning to orbit and to S-space. Elissa agreed with Peron’s ideas, but she wanted Sy’s unique perspective on them.
Their journey back up the Beanstalk took place in a totally different atmosphere from the trip down. The cable car was as crowded as ever, but the travellers were subdued, the mood somber. After a few days on the surface, everyone had sensed at some deep level that Earth was now alien, a world so affected by wars and changing climate that permanent return there was unthinkable. Humanity had left its original home. There would be no going back. The travellers looked down at the planet’s glittering clouds and snow cover, and said their mental farewells.
Olivia Ferranti had mentioned that few people made more than one visit to Earth. Now Peron and Elissa knew why.
When they arrived at the set of stations that formed the upper debarkation point of the Beanstalk, Elissa queried the information system for Sy’s location. While she did so, Peron prepared to transfer them back to S-space. It proved surprisingly easy. Since almost everyone returning from a visit to Earth moved at once back to S-space, the procedure had been streamlined to become completely routine. Peron gave their ID codes, and was quickly offered access to a pair of suspense tanks.
“Ready?” he said to Elissa.
She was still sitting at the information terminal. She shook her head and looked puzzled. “No. Not ready at all. Hold off on booking us into the tanks.” “What’s the problem? Can’t you find Sy.”
“I found him — but he isn’t in S-space any more. He moved to normal space even before we did.”
“You mean he went down to Earth, too?”
