Kim Stanley Robinson - Red Moon

S omeone had told him not to look while landing on the moon, but he was strapped in his seat right next to a window and could not help himself: he looked. Quickly he saw why he had been told not tothe moon was doubling in size with every beat of his heart, they were headed for it at cosmic speed and would certainly vaporize on impact. A mistake must have been made. He still felt weightless, and the clash of that placid sensation with what he was seeing caused a wave of nausea to wash through him. Surely something was wrong. Right before his eyes the blossoming white sphere splayed out and became a lumpy white plain they were flashing over. His heart pounded in him like a child trying to escape. It was the end. He had seconds to live, he felt unready. His life flashed before his eyes in the classic style, he saw it had been nearly empty of content, he thought But I wanted more!

The elderly Chinese gentleman strapped into the seat next to him leaned onto his shoulder to get a look out the window. Wow, the old one said. We are coming in very fast, it seems.

The white jumble hurtled toward them. Fred said weakly, I was told we shouldnt look.

Who would say that?

Fred couldnt remember, then he did: My mom.

Moms worry too much, the old man said.

Have you done this before? Fred asked, hoping the old man could provide some insight that would save the appearances.

Land on the moon? No. First time.

Me too.

So fast, and yet no pilot to guide us, the old one marveled cheerfully.

You wouldnt want a person flying something going this fast, Fred supposed.

I guess not. I remember pilots, though. They seemed safer.

But we were never that good at it.

No? Maybe you work with computers.

Its true, I do.

So you are comforted. But didnt people program the computers landing us now?

Sure. Wellmaybe. Algorithms wrote algorithms all the time; it might be hard to track the human origins of this landing system. No, their fate was in the hands of their machinery. As always, of course, but this time it was too much, their dependence too visible. Fred heard himself say, Somewhere up the line, people did this.

Is that good?

I dont know.

The old man smiled. Previously his face had been calm, ancient, a little sad; now laugh lines formed a friendly pattern on his face, making it clear he had smiled like this many times. It was like switching on a light. White hair pulled back in a ponytail, cheerful smile: Fred tried to focus on that. If they hit the moon now they would be smeared far across it, disaggregating into molecules. At least it would be fast. Whiteblackwhiteblack alternated below so quickly that the landscape blurred to gray, then began to spark red and blue, as in those pinwheels designed to create that particular optical illusion.

The old man said, This is a very fine example of kao yuan.

Which is what?

In Chinese painting, it means perspective from a height.

Indeed, Fred said. He was light-headed, sweating. Another wave of nausea washed through him, he feared he might throw up. Im Fred Fredericks, he added, as if making a last confession, or saying something like I always wanted to be Fred Fredericks.

Ta Shu, the old man said. What brings you here?

Im going to help activate a communication system.

For Americans?

No, for a Chinese agency.

Which one?

Chinese Lunar Authority.

Very good. I was once a guest of one of your federal agencies. Your National Science Foundation sent me to Antarctica. A very fine organization.

So Ive heard.

Will you stay here long?

No.

Suddenly their seats rotated 180 degrees, after which Fred felt pushed back into his seat.

Aha! Ta Shu said. We already landed, it seems.

Really? Fred exclaimed. I didnt even feel it!

Youre not supposed to feel it, I think.

The push shoving them increased. If their ship was already magnetically attached to its landing strip, as this shove indicated must be the case, then they were safe, or at least safer. Many a train on Earth worked exactly like this, levitating over a magnetic strip and getting accelerated or decelerated by electromagnetic forces. The white land and its black flaws still flew by them at an astonishing speed, but the bad part was over now. And they hadnt even felt the touchdown! Just as they wouldnt have felt a final sudden impact. For a while they had been like Schrdingers cat, Fred thought, both dead and alive, the two states superposed inside a box of potentiality. Now that wave function had collapsed to this particular moment. Alive.