Gregory Benford - Bowl of Heaven

Cliff Kammash biologist

Mayra Wickramsingh pilot, with Beth team

Abduss Wickramsingh engineer, with Beth team

Glory the planet of destination

Captain Redwing

SunSeeker the ramship

Beth Marble biologist

Eros the first drop ship

Fred Ojama geologist, with Beth team

Aybe engineer, with Cliff team

Howard Blaire engineer, with Cliff team

Terrence Gould with Cliff team

Irma Michaelson plant biologist, with Cliff team

Tananareve Bailey with Beth team

Lau Pin engineer, with Beth team

CAPTAIN REDWING HAS FOUR CREW ABOARD SUNSEEKER

Jampudvipa, shortened to Jam an Indian bridge officer

Ayaan Ali Arab woman navigator/pilot

Clare Conway copilot

Karl Lebanon general technology officer

ASTRONOMER FOLK

Memor Attendant Astute Astronomer

Asenath Wisdom Chief

Ikahaja Ecosystem Savant

Omanah Ecosystem Packmistress

Ramanuji Biology Savant

Kanamatha Biology Packmistress

Thaji Judge Savant

(The Adopted, those aliens already encountered and integrated into the Bowl, will have further names used in Volume 2.)

THE LAST PARTY

Cliff turned from the people he was saying good-bye to and looked out at the world he would never see again.

The party roared on behind him. Laughter, shouts, hammering hard music. The laughter was a touch ragged, the music too loud, a forced edge to it all, and an electric zest fueled a murmur of anticipating talk. They had said good-bye already to relatives on Earth. Now, SunSeekers crew and passengers had to say farewell forever to the starship construction teams, the training echelons, the embodied political and economic forces that were about to launch them out into a vastness beyond experience.

The view was razor sharp, but it was of course a screen, adjusted to subtract the stations centrifugal gyre. So Earth held steady and he could see the tiny silver motes of flung packages headed toward the SunSeeker complex. They trailed back toward the flingers on Luna, and another line of specks pointed toward the fatter dots of manufacturing complexes in higher orbits. A dingy new asteroid was gliding in on its decade-long journey. Already, silvery bee swarms of robo-factories accompanied it, hollowing out its stony core for a smelter colony. Glass-skinned biofactories waited for the work crews that would pounce on the asteroid prey, their liquid riches hiding behind fogged domes for sunlight to awaken them.

It struck him how much like artworks machines seemed in space. Here they suffered no constraints of gravity, and so looked like contorted abstracts of Euclidean geometries, cubes and ellipsoids and blunt cylinders that made mobiles without wires, moving with glacial grace against the faint jewels of brimming starlight.

Within the geostationary orbit, he could not see distinct satellites, even after he hit the magnification command and the screen narrowed in. Here, the busy swarm held luxury hotels for ancients now well over two centuries old. Religious colonies were more common but rather Spartan, and ships flitted like dappled radiance everywhere in the incessant sprawl of commerce. The solid Earth swam in a countless froth of tending machines.

He leaned sideways and caught the sheen of the Fresnel lens at the L1 point, a gauzy circle seen nearly on edge from here. It hung between Earth and the sun, deflecting sunlight from the still rather overheated planet. Adjusting patches twinkled in slow splendor.

Yknow, itll all be fixed up fine by the time we even wake up. Beths soft words came from behind him.

Cliff turned and his eyes brightened. But well be this same age.

She blinked and grinned and kissed him back. Hard not to love an optimist.

If I didnt think well wake up, I wouldnt go.

She wore a sheath dress that definitely wouldnt be going to Glory. It clung to her lithe body, wrapped close around her neck, and anchored at amber bracelets on her wrists. Her right showed bare skin colored like chardonnay as the dress polarized, giving him quick glances of flesh. The silky dress had variable opacity and hue she could tune with the bracelets, he guessed. He hoped this show was for him. People nearby were making a great show of not noticing. Just as most ignored the profusion of plunging necklines, built-in push-up bras, spangles, feathers, slits, and peekaboos. Plus codpieces on some of the guys, muscle shirts, the hawk hats that made a man look like a predator.

A lot of overt signaling tonight, isnt there? Beth said dryly.

Not his style. Bravado, smells like. So he simply took her in his arms and kissed her. That was the usual best move, he had learned early on, especially if he could not think of something witty. Her green eyes blinked. Everyone continued not noticing. He wouldnt see most of them ever again, after all.

This thought got underlined when a banner rolled across the rooms suspension ceiling. It was from the assembly teams who for years had worked with the crew, outfitting and running SunSeeker.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED GIVING US THE BUSINESS AS MUCH AS WE ENJOYED TAKING YOU FOR A RIDE

Terry and Fred came by on their way to the bar, laughing at the banner. Funny, Terry said. Were going on to Glory, and tomorrow theyll be back at work on the next ramscoop. But theyre celebrating harder than we are.

Yeah, Fred said. Odd. Theyre as glad to see us leave as we are to go.

Terry said, Were all scarce types. All the psychers say so. Why wouldnt anyone grab a chance at a whole new, fresh world?

Instead of staying here to fix the one we screwed up? Cliff asked. An old issue for them all, but it still clung to him.

Beth shrugged. We finesse climate, or climate finesses us.

Its good practice, Terry said. The previous generations terraformed Earth first. Now its our turn with a whole new planet.

A tray crawled past; you couldnt use float trays in low-spin gravity. The tray was piled with exotic dishes and surrounded by diners who would not be eating this well for centuries to come. Fred joined them, then Terry, edging into the crowd with minimal courtesy.

My, my, Beth said warmly. Ummm maybe we should leave now?

Cliff looked out over the crowd. Some Earth bureaucrat had on a leash a dog that closely resembled a breakfast pastry with hair. The dog was lapping up someone elses vomit. Three others were laughing at the sight. Apparently most of the party was having a better time than he was.

No matter. This was surely the last time he would see most of them the crews who had built SunSeeker, the endless bureaucrats who at least pretended to add to the effort, the psychers and endless engineers and trial-run crews who would never see another sun. He grimaced and relished the passing moment. All moments were passing, of course. Some, more so. My heart is full but my glass is empty.

She gave him a rueful nod. We wont get booze on SunSeeker.

In flight? Capn Redwing would frown.

He seems more the throw em into leg irons type.

Her laughing-eyed remark told them both that they needed celebration. It helped ward off the doubts, fears, and an emotion he had no name for