Piter Uotts - The Freeze-Frame Revolution

BACK WHEN WE FIRST SHIPPED OUT I played this game with myself. Every time I thawed, Id tally up the length of our journey so far; then check to see when wed be if Eriophora were a time machine, if wed been moving back through history instead of out through the cosmos. Oh look: all the way back to the Industrial Revolution in the time it took us to reach our first build. Two builds took us to the Golden Age of Islam, seven to the Shang Dynasty.

I guess it was my way of trying to keep some kind of connection, to measure this most immortal of endeavors on a scale that meat could feel in the gut. It didnt work out, though. Did exactly the opposite in fact, ended up rubbing my nose in the sheer absurd hubris of even trying to contain the Diaspora within the pitiful limits of earthbound history.

For starters, the Chimp didnt thaw anyone out until the seventh gate, almost six thousand years into the mission; I slept through almost all of human civilization, didnt even wake up until the fall of the Minoans. I think Kai may have been on deck for the Pyramid of Cheops, but by the time Chimp called me back from the crypt we were all the way into the last Ice Age. After that we were passing through the Paleolithic: five thousand gates builtonly three hundred requiring meat on deckand wed barely finished our first circuit of the Milky Way.

I gave up after Australopithecus. It had been a stupid game, a childs game, doomed from the start. We were just cavemen. Only the mission was transcendent.

I dont know exactly what moved me to pick up that kiddie pastime again. Id learned my lesson the first time around, and space itself has only grown vaster in the meantime. But I gave it another shot, after everything went south: called up the clocks, subtracted the centuries. Weve been around the disk thirty-two times now, left over a hundred thousand gates in our wake. Weve scoured so many raw materials that God, looking down from overhead, could probably trace out our path by the jagged spiral of tiny bubbles sucked clean of ice and gravel.

Sixty-six million years, by the old calendar. Thats how long weve been on the road. All the way back to the end of the Cretaceous.

Give or take a few millennia, the revolution happened on the day one of Eriophoras pint-sized siblings punched Earth in the face and wiped out the dinosaurs.

I dont know why, but I find that kind of funny.

IT WAS THE MONOCERUS BUILD that broke her. The gremlin came out of the gate a split-second after we booted it up: as if the fucking thing had been waiting the whole time, hunger and hatred building with every second of every century wed been crawling across the void to set it free. Maybe it was whatever Humanity turned into, after Eriophora shipped out. Maybe it was something that came along after, something that swallowed Humanity whole and raced along our conquered highways in search of loose ends to devour.

It doesnt matter. It never matters. We birthed the gate; the gate birthed an abomination. This one stirred something in me, a faint familiar echo I couldnt quite put my finger on. That happens more often than you might think. Rack up enough gigasecs on the road and youre bound to start seeing the same models in your rear-view eventually.

The usual protocols saved us. Deceleration in the wake of a boot is just another word for suicide: the radiation erupting from a newborn wormhole would turn us to ash long seconds before the occasional demon had a chance to gulp us down. So we threaded that needle as we always did: rode our bareback singularity through a hoop barely twice as wide as we were, closed the circuit at sixty thousand kps, connected there to here without ever slowing down. We trusted the rules hadnt changed, that math and physics and the ass-saving geometry of distance-squared would water down the wavefront before it caught up with us.

We outran the rads, and we outran the gremlin, and as two kinds of uncertain death redshifted to stern Chimp threw a little yellow icon onto the corner of my eye

Medical Assistance?

and I didnt know why, until I turned to Lian and saw that she was shaking.

I reached out. Lian, are you

She waved me away. Her breathing was fast and shallow. Her pulse jumped in her throat.

Im okay. Im just

Medical Assistance?

I could see a fragile kind of control trying to assert itself. I saw it struggle, and weaken, and not entirely succeed. But her breathing slowed.

Medical Assistance? Medical Assistance?

I killed the icon.

Lian, whats the problem? You know it cant catch us.

She gave me a look Id never seen before. You dont know what they can do. You dont even know what they are. You dont know anything.

I know theyd have maybe ten kilosecs to get up to twenty percent lightspeed from a standing start to even try to catch up. I know anything that could pull that off wouldve been able to squash us like a bug long before now, if it wanted to. You know that too.

She used to, anyway.

Is that how you do it? A small giggle, a sound too close to the edge of hysteria.

Do?

Is that how you deal with it? If it never happened, it never will?

Five of us on deck for the build, and I have to be the one at her side when she loses it. Li, wheres this coming from? Ninety-five percent of the time the gate just sits there.

As if thats any better. She spread her hands, a paradoxical gesture of defeat and defiance. How long have we been doing this?

You know as well as I do.

Furthering the Human Empire. Whatever its turned into by now. As if this was any kind of news. So we build another gate and nothing comes out. Theyre extinct? They dont care? They just forgot about us?

I opened my mouth.

Or she went on, we build a gate and something tries to kill us. Or we

Or we build a gate, I said firmly, and something wonderful happens. Remember the bubbles? Remember those gorgeous bubbles? Theyd boiled through the hoop like rainbows, iridescent and beautiful, dancing around each other as they grew to the size of cities and then just faded away.

Their invocation got me a small, broken smile. Yeah. What were those things?

They didnt eat us. Thats my point. Didnt even try. Were still alive, Lian. Were doing finebetter than fine, weve overperformed on any axis you could name. And were exploring the galaxy. How can you have forgotten how amazing that is? Back on Earththey never couldve dreamed of the things weve seen.

Living the non-dream. She giggled again. Thats just fucking aces, Sunday.

I watched some biomechanical monstrosity fade behind us. I watched a swarm of icons flicker and update in the tac tank. I watched deck plating glint in the dim bridgelight.

Why cant they justtalk to us? Say hello now and again? Just once, even?

I dunno. You ever hop over to Madagascar before we shipped out, look up any tree shrews, thank them for the helping hand?