‘I can’t lie to you,’ Greta replied. ‘The disruption is not a voluntary shutdown, it’s proof of a grave threat to the integrity of the
Agata brought a basket of loaves from the pantry and passed it around. ‘I don’t know why everyone’s so gloomy,’ she said, breaking the silence. ‘The whole idea of a collision makes no sense to me.’
Ramiro approached the subject warily. ‘What if the Councillors and their entourage are prepared to travel to Esilio? They wouldn’t have an easy life there, but over time they might be able to build up their resources to the point where their descendants could protect the home world. There needn’t be a contradiction.’
‘I’m not talking about the inscription,’ Agata replied. ‘Whatever hit the
Azelio was hanging on her words, desperate for reassurance. ‘What if it comes in from the wrong direction?’ he asked.
‘There is no wrong direction if you deploy the cameras properly,’ Agata insisted. ‘Suppose this meteor is approaching with infinite speed from the home cluster side. That would
render it invisible from the mountain, but if it passed a swarm of time-reversed cameras
Ramiro wasn’t persuaded. ‘That all sounds good in theory, but the surveillance network certainly wasn’t that sophisticated when we left. There’d be some serious technical
challenges with processing the data fast enough and getting the result back to the
‘And that’s the measure of things now?’ Azelio was incredulous. ‘You’re saying that everything we do to protect ourselves is only possible if it’s
He turned to Agata for support, but her confidence was wavering. ‘I spent years in that state myself,’ she admitted. ‘It’s not that difficult to achieve.’
Azelio lowered his gaze. ‘We should start our own evacuation, then. Bring as many people as we can on board.’
‘I’d have no objection to that,’ Tarquinia said. ‘But once we dock, whatever happens to the
Azelio’s expression changed abruptly. He buzzed with a kind of pained relief, as if he’d just decided that his fears were not only groundless but embarrassingly naïve.
‘Whatever else we’re missing,’ he said, ‘we know the
Ramiro said, ‘Maybe they will change course. Maybe they already did. Either way, the disruption still happens.’
‘Exactly!’ Azelio replied. ‘So it can’t be down to a collision. If changing the location were enough to stop it happening… it couldn’t happen. On Esilio, we were never forced to do anything against our will, so how could a mountain full of people with no intention of dying be forced to choose a fatal trajectory? Stumbling blindly into a collision would be one thing – but how could it happen with foreknowledge?’
Agata considered this. ‘I think your argument would hold if we knew the cause with certainty. But it’s not so clear-cut when we’re less informed – when we’re not sure that the disruption will be fatal, and we’re not sure that it involves a collision at all.’
Azelio scowled. ‘So because we can’t