The Jupiter Theft Part 37

Sue lifted her head from the communications console to admire the view outside. The ten years had fine-etched her face, making it even more striking. Jameson was glad their daughter looked like her, not him.

"Will that really take us all the way to 61 Cygni?" she said.

"Sure," said Mike Berry. "It's mostly water ice. Some methane, ammonia, carbon dioxide dissolved into it, of course, but the engine's only going to eat the hydrogen anyway. There'll even be enough of it left at the end to keep shielding us from interstellar hydrogen. We'll use any ofthat it picks up, too. Who needs a Jupiter? We don't have to boost as much ma.s.s as the Cygnans, and we don't have to push it as hard."

"We'll never run out of interstellar fuel," Jameson said. "There's a hundred billion cometary nebulae out here beyond Pluto. All our starships'll have to do is come out and chase them down. And we can do that on a tank of water."

At constant one-g acceleration, it had taken less than three weeks to reach the fringes of the cometary halo and find their s...o...b..ll. There would be similar swarms of unborn comets around every star, extending light-years into s.p.a.ce and mingling with the cometary halos of their neighbors. There would always be a refueling stop. Man would never have to vandalize the planets, as the Cygnans had done.

The two feathery humanoids chattered excitedly. They were temporarily free of their engine-room duties, and Jameson had invited them up to the control room for a look. This was a big moment for them.

Slowly, the first human starship drifted toward the comet's frozen core. It was a mere two hundred meters long, a slender needle with a hundred-meter cup at one end, so that it resembled nothing so much as a gigantic golf tee.

"Contact!" Jameson said.

The s...o...b..ll settled into the cup, or the ship landed head first on the comet, depending on how you wanted to look at it. The important thing was that the tail of the ship was pointed in the right direction.

Before they'd gone very far, the ship would be half buried.

By the time they got ready for turnaround, the s...o...b..ll would be down to a more manageable size. The ship would be somewhere in the center of the comet by then, firing its photons through a tunnel melted through miles of snow. All that ma.s.s around it would be more than adequate to shield it from the diminishing hail of impinging radiation, and the drive beam itself would handily ward off the interstellar hydrogen directly ahead.

There was no spin section. They would be in free fall for only a few weeks, subjective time. Maybe later ships, with farther to go, would work out a spinning cage or some other device pivoted along the axis of the needle.

The forward screen went blank. The ship's other senses took over. The humanoids had a drink with them to celebrate, then went back to the engine room.

"We've got us some friends," Mike said, watching the pink creatures scamper down the companionway.

"Wait till their people start working on their own version of the star drive. In another ten years, we'll be roaming the galaxy together."

Jameson switched on another outside pickup, and the viewscreen was suddenly filled with the splendor of the Great Nebula in Andromeda, a whirlpool of stars sparkling with gems of many colors.

Maybury came over for a look. "They won't get there for two million years," she said.

"Maybe that's what they were getting up their nerve for," Jameson said. "The big jump. It took them six million years to work up to it."

"They can't turn back now," Sue said. "We'll never see them again."

Mike gave a short bark of a laugh. "Want to bet? When they reach the Andromeda galaxy, we'll be waiting for them. They've only got a short headstart."

"Two million years," Li said thoughtfully. "What will we be by then? What willthey be?"

"A partnership with the descendants of the humans aboard," Jameson said confidently. "The Cygnans lost their purpose when they started running six million years ago. Maybe the humans will subst.i.tute theirs."

"Some day we'll cross the gulf and rejoin them," Maybury said, staring at the screen.

Jameson switched off Andromeda. "Some day," he agreed. "Right now we have a galaxy of our own to discover."

The engines fired.

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