“I’d give you a very good price,” Veppers said. He turned from Xingre to the lieutenant. “
“Culture ships are even faster, sir,” Jasken said.
Veppers looked coldly at him. “Are they now?”
“Some are,” the lieutenant said.
“How much would a ship like the
“Impossible to say,” the officer said.
“You must know how much they
“Realistic price might be more than entire gross economic product of Sichultian Enablement,” Xingre said.
Veppers smiled. “I doubt that.”
Xingre made a chuckling sound. “Nevertheless.”
“Additionally,” the lieutenant said, “there are treaties to be considered.”
Veppers exchanged looks with Jasken. “Oh, I bet there are.”
“As responsible members of galactic community and Galactic Council,” the officer said, “we are signatories to treaties forbidding us from over-runging certain technologies.”
“Over-
“Technical term,” Xingre said. “One may gift or sell technology one rung down the ladder of civilisational attainment, but no further.”
“Ah, that,” Veppers said sourly. “That keeps us all in our place, doesn’t it?”
Xingre rocked backwards on his shiny pillow, looking outward from the flier. “My, is beautiful city!” he said.
“And,” the ship’s officer said, “one is behoved to retain control over said technology to prevent it being re-sold further down relevant tech ladder by rascalish peoples acting purely as middle-men, fraudulently.”
“End-user certificates,” Xingre said, agreeing.
“So we have to wait until we’re about to invent something our selves before we can buy it from somebody else?” Veppers asked.
“Much like that,” Xingre said. It waved a thin green limb at a particularly slim, highly ornate bridge they were passing over. “See, great elegance of form!” It waved at the road and pedestrian traffic crossing the bridge, not that anybody was looking at them, and anyway the flier’s bubble canopy was mirrored on the outside.
“Such treaties and agreements prevent free-for-all,” the lieutenant said helpfully.
Veppers looked unimpressed.
“Hmm. Free-for-alls,” Xingre agreed. “Tsk.”
The flier swung round, banking as it turned to enter a side cavern. This new tunnel was about half the diameter of the one they had been heading down until now. The craft levelled out but dropped, still level, and flew on into darkness; this cavern had no roof piercings to let in the sunlight, or buildings within. A display on the flier’s forward screen lit up to show what the cavern looked like ahead. Rocky, uneven walls stretched curving away into the distance.
“I like free-for-alls,” Veppers said quietly.
They sat in a paper boat floating on a lake of mercury, lit by a single distant ceiling hole producing a searchlight shaft of luminescence. Veppers had brought an ingot of pure gold specially. He took his mask off for a moment. “Plop it in,” he told Jasken.
Jasken didn’t take his mask off. “You can talk through the mask, sir,” he told Veppers, who just frowned, then nodded impatiently.
Jasken slid the soap-bar-size lump of gold out of his tunic, held it by one end, reached over the side of the boat and dropped the thick glossy sliver overboard. It vanished into the silver surface.
Veppers took part of the boat’s gunwale between his fingers, wobbled it. “Paper, really?” he asked Xingre, pulling his mask away again.
The Jhlupian didn’t need a mask; mercury vapour wasn’t poisonous to Jhlupians. “Paper,” the alien confirmed. “Compressed.” It made an expanding then contracting gesture with its limbs. “Easier disposing of.”
The flier had reached the limit of the cave system’s tether rails, had landed, been released from its cables and flown on through another two junctions’ worth of smaller and smaller side tunnels until it had reached the cavern holding Mercury Lake, one of Vebezua’s modest number of tourist attractions.
The flier had hovered centimetres off the surface of the lake and let them step straight into the paper boat. They could have walked across the surface of the mercury, of course, and Veppers had wanted to, but apparently that was forbidden, or at least frowned on, or gave you seasickness or something. The mercury could have been cleaner, Veppers reckoned. Its surface held dust and grit and swirls of little rock particles like dark sand.