Resurgence

This was the kind of task for which he had been designed. This was no trifling exercise, no piffling conversation with a slow-minded human, Cecropian, or Hymenopt.

He crouched on the ground, and while his suit took care of the material needs of his body, including warmth—for the outside temperature had dipped during the night far below freezing—he worked. At the same time as he analyzed data, he studied the physiology of the creatures that surrounded him.

He could not place them—of course not!—within the Orion Arm ensemble of life forms, but their appearance was generally insectoid. Their backs were shiny silver, their undersides jet black. Multi-legged, eyeless, and wingless, they appeared totally insensitive to cold. He could see no sign of suits, and the source of the radio signals was a mystery until it occurred to him that they must have evolved this way naturally. They spoke and heard at radio frequencies! The fuzzy antennas sprouting from their wedge-shaped scarlet heads supported that hypothesis. Perhaps they also saw using the same frequencies, although the long wavelengths of radio compared with optical signals would surely provide an image of inferior spatial detail. Maybe Tally himself was to them no more than a fuzzy and indistinct blob.

No matter. Communication could proceed through avenues other than the visual.

Tally talked and listened, and listened and talked, convinced that the growing data set of beetleback signals would eventually lead to a basis for understanding.

It was with a sense of irritation rather than anticipation that he finally received a strictly sonic signal beyond the sighing of the wind. He looked up. A pinnace, its lights bright against the night sky, was drifting in to make a landing on his ice-clad plateau.

Tally moved across to the craft as its hatch opened. It would probably do little good, but the point had to be made.

“May I speak? Just look at them!” He gestured toward the beetlebacks. “They are disconcerted and they are scattering. Your arrival has unfortunately much disturbed our work.”

That Louis Nenda—for it was he who first emerged from the pinnace—heard E.C. at all was debatable. He half turned toward Atvar H’sial, who was still inside the vehicle but whose suit was open enough to show the flash of bright yellow trumpet horns.

Nenda said, “Are you sure?” And then, after another few seconds, “I don’t know what you think those things are that you’re talkin’ to, E.C., but Atvar H’sial assures me that they are not organic.”

“How does she know?”

“From what she can see inside of them—or sometimes, what she can’t see at all. Her ultrasonics are stopped by the carapace. Heavy-duty absorber. But she says the legs are sure as hell mechanical, with oil-driven hydraulic cylinders to move ’em along.”

“Aha!” As always, E.C. Tally received new information gladly. “That explains one small mystery. All communication seems to be at radio frequencies, which I had never before encountered in an organic being.”

“Never mind the small mystery. What about the big one. How the devil did you finish up here, on Marglot?”

“I am on Marglot? How fortuitous. I entered a transfer vortex, and at once found myself in orbit about this planet. My re-entry, of course, I directed to bring me as close as possible to the group of creatures that you now see around us.”

“How did you become separated from the rest of the group?”

“Others? There are others, here on this planet?” E.C. Tally regarded Nenda with the innocent eyes of one in whom duplicity had never been programmed.

Sinara Bellstock had emerged from the pinnace and was standing next to Nenda. “Lots of them,” she said. “Professor Lang and Captain Rebka and Councilor Graves, and all the other survival team members except Lara Quistner. Do you mean you didn’t come here with them?”

“I did not. In fact, I wonder how they could have found each other. In my final communication with them, the councilor and two survival team members were still on board the Pride of Orion. The others were exploring the large planet in the dead system where we first arrived at the Sag Arm.”

Nenda had been glaring at the beetlebacks, which had stopped retreating and were now approaching, little by little. “You say you’ve been talkin’ to them?”

“Not exactly. I have been engaged in data collection, building a base for communication. For the past three days my stock of information has grown to be most extensive. I am confident that, given time for analysis, I will be able to analyze fully and comprehend all that has been said.”

“That’s good, because I don’t like the look of your buggy friends at all. And we have to find out how Graves and the rest of ’em made it to Marglot. Come on, Tally. Into the pinnace, and we’re off.”

“Without conclusion of our interactions? Also, sufficient accommodation in the pinnace is lacking.” Tally had seen the sprawled corkscrew body in the back seat. “It was designed for only two in the rear, and Claudius is already within.”