Greg Egan - The Eternal Flame

Night Shade Books

San Francisco

Other books by Greg Egan:

An Unusual Angle

Quarantine

Permutation City

Distress

Diaspora

Teranesia

Schilds Ladder

Incandescence

Zendegi

Orthogonal: Book One: The Clockwork Rocket

Orthogonal: Book Two: The Eternal Flame 2012 by Greg Egan

This edition of Orthogonal: Book Two: The Eternal Flame 2012 by Night Shade Books

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BOOK TWO:
THE ETERNAL FLAME

C arlo! I need your help!

Carlo opened his rear eyes to see his friend Silvano halfway down the ladder that led into the workshop. From the tone of his words this was not a casual request.

What is it? Carlo turned away from the microscope. A bright afterimage of the fragment of wheat petal hed been examining hovered for a moment against the soft red light from the walls.

Silvano halted his descent. I need you to kill two of my children, he said. I cant do it myself. Im not that strong.

Carlo struggled to make sense of these words. He had seen his friends co just a few days before, and shed been as emaciated as any woman on the Peerless.

How could there be four? he asked, not wanting to believe that there were any, that Silvana had given birth at all. As far as he knew shed still been studying, and if the event had been planned theyd never mentioned it to him. Maybe this request was some kind of sick prank. Hed drag himself all the way to their apartment and there Silvana would be, whole as ever.

I dont know, Silvano replied. He offered no why-would-you-doubt-me bluster, no theories about the reason for the calamitynone of the adornments it would be tempting to add to bolster a fabrication. Carlo scrutinized his face as well as he could in the moss-light, and lost hope of any kind of deception.

He extinguished the microscopes lamp, then pulled himself away from the bench and moved quickly around the workshop, two hands on the guide ropes as he gathered the drugs and equipment hed need. He knew exactly what doses would euthanize a vole or a shrew by body mass, and it didnt take much calculating to extrapolate from that. He wasnt committed to any course of action, but if he ended up doing what Silvano had asked of him any delay would only make it harder.

Carlo grabbed a small box to hold the paraphernalia and moved toward the ladder, packing as he went. Silvano ascended quickly ahead of him. It was only when they were traveling side by side down the corridor, their ropes emitting the same forlorn twang, that Carlo dared to start searching for a way out.

Are you sure no ones offering an entitlement? he asked. It was a desperately slim chance, but they could detour to the relay station and check.

I spent the last three stints looking, Silvano replied. No ones selling at any price.

A small group of people had entered the corridor behind them; their voices echoed off the gently curved walls. Carlo increased his pace, then asked quietly, So you were planning to have children?

No! I just wanted to find a way for Silvana to stop starving herself.

Oh. Everyone craved the same kind of ease, but to put too much hope in such a slender prospect was asking for disappointment.

Her studies were becoming harder and harder, Silvano continued. She couldnt concentrate at all. I thought it would be worth it, just to let her stop worrying and eat normally. An extra entitlement wouldnt have committed us to anything, and I could have re-sold it if wed ended up not needing it.

So why didnt you wait? Carlo demanded angrily. How many people did you expect to die in three stints?

Silvano began humming and shivering. She couldnt take the hunger any more. She kept saying, Lets do it now, and at least my daughter will have a few years before its her turn to suffer.

Carlo didnt reply. It was hard enough watching someone you loved tormented by the need to convince her body that it was living in a time of famine, but to learn now that all of this self-deprivation had been to no avail was cruel beyond belief.

They reached the ladder leading inward to the apartments. Carlo forced himself to continue. A generation ago, anyone in his place would have offered to forego a twelfth of their own entitlement to help out their friend, and with enough contributors the extra mouths would have been fed. That was what his parents had done. But the crop yields hadnt risen since, and he wasnt prepared to diminish his familys share any further, forcing his own descendants into an even more precarious state. As for the chance of Silvano finding a dozen such benefactors, it was nonexistent.

At the top of the ladder it was Silvano who hung back. Carlo said, You stay here. Ill come and get you. He started down the corridor.

Silvano said, Wait.

Carlo halted, fearful without quite knowing what he dreaded. What could make this worse? Some complicated directive on how he should choose which pair should survive?

You dont think you and Carla might? Silvano began haltingly.

You left that too late, Carlo said. He spoke gently, but he made sure not to offer his friend the slightest hope.

Yes, Silvano agreed wretchedly.

Carlo said, I wont be long.

The corridor was empty as he approached the apartment, but the fixed gaze of the same three faces kept repeating as he dragged himself past a long row of election posters, all bearing the slogan MAKE THE ANCESTORS PROUD. The fact that he was still in Silvanos sight made hesitation unthinkable: he pushed the curtains aside and followed the guide ropes in. There were no lamps burning, but even by moss-light Carlo could see at a glance that the front room was deserted. Silvanas notebooks were stacked neatly in a cabinet. He felt a pang of grief and anger, but this wasnt the time to indulge it. He made his way into the bedroom.

Silvano had left the children encased in a tarpaulin that was tethered to two of the ropes that crossed the room. Carlo couldnt help imagining the couple themselves inside the same enclosure, steadying their bodies for the bittersweet end. He had never had the courage to ask any of his older friendslet alone his fatherwhat they believed had passed through their cos mind in those final moments, what comfort the women took from the knowledge that they were creating new lives. But at least Silvana would have had no way of knowing that nature in its capriciousness was about to deliver twice the consolation shed been expecting.

Carlo dragged himself closer to the bundle. He could see movement, but mercifully there was still no sound. The tarpaulin had been rolled into a rough cylinder, with the cord that threaded through the holes along two of the sides pulled tight to close the ends. He unknotted the cord at one end and began loosening it, his hands trembling as he felt the infants respond to the disturbance. Part of his mind skidded away from the task, conjuring fantasies of a different remedy. What if he could call on, not a dozen friends, but the entire crew? When a woman scourged her body with hunger to protect the Peerless, surely they all owed her children a simple act of decencywhether they were close to her family or not. A few crumbs less in so many meals wouldnt be missed.

But he was deluding himself. Sharing the load among strangers wouldnt diminish it: when the pleas started coming from every corner of the mountainonce every stint, not once in a lifetimeall those lesser demands would still add up the same way. In the long run nothing mattered but the size of the harvest and the number of mouths to be fed. If the rations were spread any thinner one bad harvest could see the entitlements torn upand a war over the crops would leave no survivors.