End of an Era by Robert J Sawyer

Author:Robert J Sawyer [Sawyer, Robert J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Countdown: 8

Oh, wad some power the giftie gie us

To see oursels as others see us!

—Robert Burns, Scottish poet (1759–1796)

The interior of the spherical Het spaceship was dimly lit by what appeared to be strips of bioluminescent dots along the walls. Once Klicks and I were inside the thing, it seemed less like a lifeform. However, it didn’t seem like a spaceship, either. There were no right angles anywhere. Instead, floors gently curved into walls, which in turn melded smoothly into ceilings. Nor were there any corridors. Rather, rooms were honeycombed together, each with passageways to the adjacent ones not just on the same level but also above and below.

Most of the passages were permanently open — I supposed that beings without individuality had no need for privacy. A few chambers did have valve-like coverings; apparently those rooms were used for storage.

We saw dozens of brachiators, some walking, others swinging from stiff hoops that seemed to grow out of the roofs. There were also a couple of troodons on board, and countless Het jelly mounds pulsing about freely. The ship was cooler than anywhere we’d been since we’d arrived in the Mesozoic, and it was filled with a faint odor like wet newsprint.

"It’s tremendous," Klicks said, gesturing about him. "When do we take off?"

The brachiator, its coppery coils of fur looking almost black in the faint light, made a facial gesture. "We did take off a short time ago," it said in its thin voice.

"Incredible," said Klicks. "I didn’t feel a thing."

"Why would you want to feel anything during flight?"

Klicks looked at the creature’s sausage-shaped eyes with their disquieting double pupils. "That’s a very good question," he said with a grin. "Where are the windows?"

"Windows?"

"Portholes. Glassed-in areas. Places where you can see outside."

"We have nothing like that."

"You mean we don’t get to feel anything and we don’t get to see anything?" Klicks sounded sad. "And I thought Virtual Reality World was a rip-off…"

"We can let you look out if you desire so," said the brachiator.

"How?"

"There are eyes on the surface of the sphere. You merely have to meld with one."

"Meld?"

"Join minds with the ship. Share what it sees."

"Hold on," I said. "Does that mean more jelly in the head?"

"Yes," said the brachiator, "but not much."

I shuddered.

"We can enter you much less uncomfortably now," continued the Het. "We have a rough map of how your brains work. The area for processing visual information is located here." The brachiator arched its back so that one of its manipulatory appendages could reach me. A pink tentacle tapped the rear of my head near the base of my skull. I jumped at the touch.

"Uh, no thanks," I said.

"Oh, come on, Brandy," said Klicks. "It’s not going to kill you." He turned to the brachiator. "What do I do?"

"Just sit down here. Put your back to the wall. Yes, like that." Behind Klicks’s head, I saw some blue jelly seeping out of the wall. There must have been Hets throbbing their way throughout the structure of the ship.

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