Starplex

Jag moved his lower two arms in a Waldahud gesture of negation. “Most shortcuts are in interstellar space,” he said. “Even the one you call “the Tau Ceti shortcut’ is still thirty-seven billion kilometers from that star, more than six times as far as Pluto is from Sol. I would say that in fifteen out of sixteen cases, the arrival of additional stars would have minor effects on the closest systems, and, since inhabited worlds are few and far between, the chances of actually doing short-term damage to a planet with life on it are quite small.”

“But could these stars be, well, bombs?” asked Lianne. “You said that the green star is very unusual. Could it be about to explode?”

“My studies of it have only begun,” said Jag, “but ! would say that our new arrival has at least a two billion years of life left. And singleton M-class dwarfs, like the one that popped out near Tan Ceti, don’t go nova.”

“Still,” said Rissa, “couldn’t they disturb the Oort clouds of star systems they pass close to, sending showers of comets in toward the inner planets? I remember an old theory that a brown dwarf dubbed—Nemesis, I think it was—might have passed close to Sol, causing an onslaught of comets at the end of the Cretaceous.”

“Well, Nemesis turned out not to exist,” said Jag, “but even if it did, today each of the Commonwealth races has the technology to deal with any reasonable number of cometary bodies—which, after all, would take decades or even centuries to fall into the inner part of a system. It is not an immediate concern.”

“But why, then?” asked Thor. “Why are stars being moved around? And should we try to stop it?”

“Stop it?” Keith laughed. “How?”

“By destroying the shortcuts,” said Thor, simply.

Keith blinked. “I’m not sure they can be destroyed,” he said. “Jag?”

The Waldahud’s fur danced pensively for a moment, and when he spoke, his bark was subdued. “Yes, theoretically, there is a way.” He looked up, but neither of his eye pairs met Keith’s gaze. “When first contact with humans was not going well, our astrophysicists were charged with finding a way to close the Tau Ceti shortcut, if need be.”

“That’s outrageous!” said Lianne.

Jag looked at the human. “No, that is good government. One must prepare for contingencies.”

“But to destroy our shortcut!” said Lianne, anger bringing unfamiliar lines to her face.

“We did not do it,” said Jag.

“To contemplate it, though! If you didn’t want us to have access to Rehbollo, you should have destroyed your own shortcut, not ours.”

Keith turned around to look at the young woman. “Lianne,” he said softly. She faced him, and he mouthed the words “cool it” at her. He turned back to Jag. “Did you find a way to do it? To destroy a shortcut?”

Jag lifted his upper shoulders in assent. “Gaf Kandaro em-Weel, my sire, was head of the project. The shortcuts are hyperspatial constructs that extrude a nexus point into normal space. An absolute coordinate system exists in hyperspace. That’s why Einsteinian speed restrictions don’t apply there; it is not a relativistic medium. But normal space is relativistic, and the exit—the thing we call the shortcut portal—has to be anchored relative to something in normal space. If one could disorient the anchor point, so that it no longer could extrude through from hyperspace, the point should evaporate in a puff of Cerenkov radiation.”

“And how would you disorient the anchor?” Keith asked, his tone betraying his skepticism.

“Well, the key is that the shortcut is indeed a point, until it swells up to accommodate something passing through it. A spherical array of artificial-gravity generators assembled around the dormant shortcut could be designed to compensate for the local curvature of spacetime. Even though most shortcuts are in interstellar space, they are still within the dent made by our galaxy. But if you remove that dent, the anchor would have nothing to hold on to, and—poof!—it should disappear. Since the shortcut is so small when dormant, an array only a meter or two across should be able to do the trick, so long as it is fed enough power.”

“Could Starplex provide the power required?” asked Rhombus.

“Easily.”

“That’s incredible,” Keith said.

“It isn’t, really,” said Jag. “Gravity is the force that dents spacetime; artificial gravity is all about modifying those dents. In my home system, we have used gravitation buoys in emergency situations to flatten spacetime locally so that hyperdrives could be engaged while still close to our sun.”

“How come none of this has ever appeared on the Commonwealth Astrophysics Network?” asked Lianne, her tone sharp.

“Um, because no one ever asked us?” said Jag weakly.

“Why didn’t you suggest we do that, then, to enable us to go to hyperdrive when the Teen star first appeared?” demanded Keith.