Inside the narrow cockpit, there was scarcely room to move. I attached the hose to the valve onmy spacesuit and it inflated3 rapidly. From then on, I was incapable4 of making the smallestmovement. There I stood, or rather hung suspended, enveloped5 in my pneumatic suit and yoketo the metal hull6.
I looked up; through the transparent7 canopy8 I could see a smooth, polished wall and, far above,Moddard's head leaning over the top of the shaft1. He vanished, and suddenly I was plunged9 indarkness: the heavy protective cone10 had been lowered into place. Eight times I heard the humof the electric motors which turned the screws, followed by the hiss11 of the shock-absorbers. Asmy eyes grew accustomed to the dark, I could see the luminous12 circle of the solitary13 dial.
A voice echoed in my headphones:
"Ready Kelvin?""Ready, Moddard," I answered.
"Don't worry about a thing. The Station will pick you up in flight. Have a good trip!"There was a grinding noise and the capsule swayed. My muscles tensed in spite of myself, butthere was no further noise or movement.
"When is lift-off?" As I asked, I noticed a rustling14 outside, like a shower of fine sand.
"You're on your way, Kelvin. Good luck!" Moddard's voice sounded as close as before.
A wide slit15 opened at eye-level, and I could see the stars. The Prometheus was orbiting in theregion of Alpha in Aquarius and I tried in vain to orient myself; a glittering dust filled myporthole. I could not recognize a single constellation16; in this region of the galaxy17 the sky wasunfamiliar to me. I waited for the moment when I would pass near the first distinct star, but Iwas unable to isolate18 any one of them. Their brightness was fading; they receded19, merging20 intoa vague, purplish glimmer21, the sole indication of the distance I had already travelled. My bodyrigid, sealed in its pneumatic envelope, I was knifing through space with the impression ofstanding still in the void, my only distraction22 the steadily23 mounting heat.
Suddenly, there was a shrill24, grating sound, like a steel blade being drawn25 across a sheet of wetglass. This was it, the descent. If I had not seen the figures racing26 across the dial, I would nothave noticed the change in direction. The stars having vanished long since, my gaze wasswallowed up on the pale reddish glow of infinity27. I could hear my heart thudding heavily. Icould feel the coolness from the air-conditioning on my neck, although my face seemed to beon fire. I regretted not having caught a glimpse of the Prometheus, but the ship must have beenout of sight by the time the automatic controls had raised the shutter28 of my porthole.
The capsule was shaken by a sudden jolt29, then another. The whole vehicle began to vibrate.
Filtered through the insulating layers of the outer skins, penetrating30 my pneumatic cocoon31, thevibration reached me, and ran through my entire body. The image of the dial shivered andmultiplied, and its phosphorescence spread out in all directions. I felt no fear. I had notundertaken this long voyage only to overshoot my target!
I called into the microphone:
"Station Solaris! Station Solaris! Station Solaris! I think I am leaving the flight-path, correctmy course! Station Solaris, this is the Prometheus capsule. Over."I had missed the precious moment when the planet first came into view. Now it was spread outbefore my eyes; flat, and already immense. Nevertheless, from the appearance of its surface, Ijudged that I was still at a great height above it, since I had passed that imperceptible frontierafter which we measure the distance that separates us from a celestial32 body in terms of altitude.
I was falling. Now I had the sensation of falling, even with my eyes closed. (I quickly reopenedthem: I did not want to miss anything there was to be seen.)I waited a moment in silence before trying once more to make contact. No response.
Successive bursts of static came through the headphones, against a background of deep, low-pitched murmuring, which seemed to me the very voice of the planet itself. A veil of mistcovered the orange-colored sky, obscuring the porthole. Instinctively33, I hunched34 myself up asmuch as my inflated suit would allow, but almost at once I realized that I was passing throughcloud. Then, as though sucked upwards35, the cloud-mass lifted; I was gliding36, half in light, halfin shadow, the capsule revolving37 upon its own vertical38 axis39. At last, through the porthole, thegigantic ball of the sun appeared, looming40 up on the left and disappearing to the right.
A distant voice reached me through the murmuring and crackling.
"Station Solaris calling! Station Solaris calling! The capsule will land at zero-hour. I repeat, thecapsule will land at zero-hour. Stand by for count-down. Two hundred and fifty, two hundredand forty-nine, two hundred and forty-eight…"The words were punctuated41 by sharp screeching42 sounds; automatic equipment was intoning thephrases of the reception-drill. This was surprising, to say the least. As a rule, men on spacestations were eager to greet a newcomer, especially if he was arriving direct from Earth. I didnot have long to ponder this, for the sun's orbit, which had so far encircled me, shiftedunexpectedly, and the incandescent43 disc appeared now to the right, now to the left, seeming todance on the planet's horizon. I was swinging like a giant pendulum44 while the planet, itssurface wrinkled with purplish-blue and black furrows45, rose up in front of me like a wall. Asmy head began to spin, I caught sight of a tiny pattern of green and white dots; it was thestation's positioning-marker. Something detached itself with a snap from the cone of thecapsule; with a fierce jerk, the long parachute collar released its hoops46, and the noise whichfollowed reminded me irresistibly47 of Earth: for the first time after so many months, themoaning of the wind.
Everything went quickly after this. So far, I had known that I must be falling; now I could seeit for myself. The green and white checker-board grew rapidly larger and I could see that it waspainted on an elongated48 silvery body, shaped like a whale, its flanks bristling49 with radarantennae. This metal colossus, which was pierced with several rows of shadowy apertures50, wasnot resting on the planet itself but suspended above it, casting upon the inky surface beneath anellipsoidal shadow of even deeper blackness. I could make out the slate-colored ripples51 of theocean, stirring with a faint motion. Suddenly, the clouds rose to a great height, rimmed52 with ablinding crimson53 glare; the lurid54 sky became grey, distant and flat; everything was blotted55 out;I was falling in a spin.
A sharp jolt, and the capsule righted itself. Through the porthole, I could see the ocean oncemore, the waves like crests56 of glittering quicksilver. The hoops of the parachute, their cordssnapped, flapped furiously over the waves, carried on the wind. The capsule gently descended57,swaying with a peculiar58 slow-motion rhythm imposed on it by the artificial magnetic field;there was just time to glimpse the launchingpads and the parabolic reflectors of two radio-telescopes on top of their pierced-steel towers.
With the clang of steel rebounding59 against steel, the capsule came to a stop. A hatch opened,and with a long, harsh sigh, the metal shell which imprisoned60 me reached the end of its voyage.
I heard the mechanical voice from the control center:
"Station Solaris. Zero and zero. The capsule has landed. Out."Feeling a vague pressure on my chest and a disagreeable heaviness in the pit of my stomach, Iseized the control levers with both hands and cut the contacts. A green indicator61 lit up:
'ARRIVAL.' The capsule opened, and the pneumatic padding shoved me gently from behind,so that, in order to keep my balance, I had to take a step forward.
With a muffled62 sigh of resignation, the spacesuit expelled its air. I was free.
I found myself inside a vast, silver funnel63, as high as a cathedral nave64. A cluster of coloredpipes ran down the sloping walls and disappeared into rounded orifices. I turned round. Theventilation shafts2 were roaring, sucking in the poisonous gases from the planet's atmospherewhich had infiltrated65 when my capsule had landed inside the Station. Empty, resembling aburst cocoon, the cigar-shaped capsule stood upright, enfolded by a calyx mounted on a steelbase. The outer casing, scorched66 during flight, had turned a dirty brown.
I went down a small stairway. The metal floor below had been coated with a heavy-dutyplastic. In places, the wheels of trolleys67 carrying rockets had worn through this plastic coveringto expose the bare steel beneath.
The throbbing68 of the ventilators ceased abruptly69 and there was total silence. I looked aroundme, a little uncertain, waiting for someone to appear; but there was no sign of life. Only a neonarrow glowed, pointing towards a moving walkway which was silently unreeling. I allowedmyself to be carried forward.
The ceiling of the hall descended in a fine parabolic arc until it reached the entrance to agallery, in whose recesses70 gas cylinders71, gauges72, parachutes, crates73 and a quantity of otherobjects were scattered74 about in untidy heaps.
The moving walkway set me down at the far end of the gallery, on the threshold of a dome75.
Here there was an even greater disorder76. A pool of oily liquid spread out from beneath a pile ofoil-drams; a nauseating77 smell hung in the air; footprints, in a series of glutinous78 smears79, wentoff in all directions. The oil-drums were covered with a tangle80 of tickertape, torn paper andother waste.
Another green arrow directed me to the central door. Behind this stretched a narrow corridor,hardly wide enough for two men to walk side by side, lit by slabs81 of glass let into the ceiling.
Then another door, painted in green and white squares, which was ajar; I went in.
The cabin had concave walls and a big panoramic82 window, which a glowing mist had tingedwith purple. Outside the murky83 waves slid silently past. Open cupboards lined the walls, filledwith instruments, books, dirty glasses, vacuum flasks85—all covered with dust. Five or six smalltrolleys and some collapsible chairs cluttered86 up the stained floor. One chair alone was inflated,its back raised. In this armchair there was a little thin man, his face burnt by the sun, the skinon his nose and cheeks coming away in large flakes87. I recognized him as Snow, a cyberneticsexpert and Gibarian's deputy. In his time he had published articles of great originality88 in theSolarist Annual. It so happened that I had never had the opportunity of meeting him. He waswearing a mesh89 shirt which allowed the grey hairs of his sunken chest to poke90 through here andthere, and canvas trousers with a great many pockets, mechanic's trousers, which had oncebeen white but now were stained at the knees and covered with holes from chemical burns. Hewas holding one of those pear-shaped plastic flasks which are used in spaceships not equippedwith internal gravitational systems. Snow's eyes widened in amazement91 as he looked up andsaw me. The flask84 dropped from his fingers and bounced several times, spilling a few drops oftransparent liquid. Blood drained from his face. I was too astonished to speak, and thisdumbshow continued for so long that Snow's terror gradually communicated itself to me. Itook a step forward. He cringed in his chair.
"Snow?"He quivered as though I had struck him. Gazing at me in indescribable horror, he gasped92 out:
"I don't know…" His voice croaked94. "I don't know you…What do you want?"The spilt liquid was quickly evaporating; I caught a whiff of alcohol. Had he been drinking?
Was he drunk? What was he so terrified of? I stood in the middle of the room; my legs weretrembling; my ears roared, as though they were stuffed with cotton wool. I had the impressionthat the ground was giving way beneath my feet. Beyond the curved window, the ocean roseand fell with regularity95. Snow's blood-shot eyes never left me. His terror seemed to haveabated, but his expression of invincible96 disgust remained.
"What's the matter? Are you ill?" I whispered.
"You seem worried," he said, his voice hollow. "You actually seem worried…So it's like thatnow, is it? But why concern yourself about me? I don't know you.""Where's Gibarian?" I asked.
He gave a gasp93 and his glassy eyes lit up for an instant.
"Gi…Giba…No! No!"His whole frame shook with stifled97, hysterical98 laughter; then he seemed to calm down a little.
"So it's Gibarian you've come for, is it? Poor old Gibarian. What do you want with him?" Hiswords, or rather his tone of voice, expressed hatred99 and defiance100; it was as though I hadsuddenly ceased to represent a threat to him.
Bewildered, I mumbled101: "What…Where is he?""Don't you know?"Obviously he was drunk and raving102. My anger rose. I should have controlled myself and leftthe room, but I had lost patience. I shouted:
"That's enough! How could I know where he is since I've only just arrived? Snow! What'sgoing on here?" His jaw103 dropped. Once again he caught his breath and his eyes gleamed with adifferent light. He seized the arms of his chair with both hands and stood up with difficulty. Hisknees were trembling.
"What? You've just arrived…Where have you come from?" he asked, almost sober.
"From Earth!" I retorted angrily. "Maybe you've heard of it? Not that anyone would ever guessit.""From Earth? Good God! Then you must be Kelvin.""Of course. Why are you looking at me like that? What's so startling about me?"He blinked rapidly.
"Nothing," he said, wiping his forehead, "nothing, Forgive me, Kelvin, it's nothing, I assureyou. I was simply surprised, I didn't expect to see you.""What do you mean, you didn't expect to see me? You were notified months ago, and Moddardradioed only today from the Prometheus.""Yes; yes, indeed. Only, you see, we're a bit disorganized at the moment.""So I see," I answered dryly.
Snow walked around me, inspecting my atmosphere suit, which was standard issue with theusual harness of wires and cables attached to the chest. He coughed, and rubbed his bony nose:
"Perhaps you would like a bath? It would do you good. It's the blue door, on the other side.""Thanks—I know the Station lay-out.""You must be hungry.""No. Where's Gibarian?"Without answering, he went over to the window. From behind he looked considerably104 older.
His close-cropped hair was grey, and deep wrinkles creased105 his sunburnt neck.
The wave-crests glinted through the window, the colossal106 rollers rising and falling in slow-motion. Watching the ocean like this one had the illusion—it was surely an illusion—that theStation was moving imperceptibly, as though teetering on an invisible base; then it would seemto recover its equilibrium107, only to lean the opposite way with the same lazy movement. Thickfoam, the color of blood, gathered in the troughs of the waves. For a fraction of a second, mythroat tightened108 and I thought longingly109 of the Prometheus and its strict discipline; the memoryof an existence which suddenly seemed a happy one, now gone forever.
Snow turned around, nervously110 rubbing his hands together.
"Listen," he said abruptly, "except for me there's no one around for the moment. You'll have tomake do with my company for today. Call me Ratface; don't argue. You know me by myphotograph, just imagine we're old friends. Everyone calls me Ratface, there's nothing I can doabout it."Obstinately111, I repeated my question:
"Where is Gibarian?"He blinked again.
"I'm sorry to have received you like that. It's…it's not exactly my fault. I had completelyforgotten…A lot has been happening here, you see…""It's all right. But what about Gibarian? Isn't he on the Station? Is he on an observation flight?"Snow was gazing at a tangled112 mass of cables.
"No, he hasn't left the Station. And he won't be flying. The fact is…."My ears were still blocked, and I was finding it more and more difficult to hear.
"What? What do you mean? Where is he then?""I should think you might guess," he answered in a changed voice, looking me coldly in theeyes. I shivered. He was drunk, but he knew what he was saying.
"There's been an accident?"He nodded vigorously, watching my reactions closely.
"When?""This morning, at dawn."By now, my sensations were less violent; this succinct113 exchange of questions and answers hadcalmed me. I was beginning to understand Snow's strange behavior.
"What kind of accident?""Why not go to your cabin and take off your spacesuit? Come back in, say, an hour's time."I hesitated.
"All right," I said finally.
As I made to leave, he called me back.
"Wait!" He had an uneasy look, as if he wanted to add something but was finding it difficult tobring out the words. After a pause, he said:
"There used to be three of us here. Now, with you, there are three of us again. Do you knowSartorius?""In the same way as I knew you—only from his photographs.""He's up there, in the laboratory, and I doubt if he'll come down before dark, but…In any case,you'll recognize him. If you should see anyone else—someone who isn't me or Sartorius, youunderstand, then…""Then what?"I must be dreaming. All this could only be a dream! The inky waves, their crimson gleamsunder the low-hanging sun, and this little man who had gone back to his armchair, sitting thereas before, hanging his head and staring at the heap of cables.
"In that case, do nothing.""Who could I see?" I flared114 up. "A ghost?""You think I'm mad, of course. No, no, I'm not mad. I can't say anything more for the moment.
Perhaps…who knows?…Nothing will happen. But don't forget I warned you.""Don't be so mysterious. What's all this about?""Keep a hold on yourself. Be prepared to meet…anything. It sounds impossible I know, buttry. It's the only advice I can give you. I can't think of anything better.""But what could I possibly meet?" I shouted.
Seeing him sitting there, looking sideways at me, his sunburnt face drooping115 with fatigue116, Ifound it difficult to contain myself. I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him.
Painfully, dragging the words out one by one, he answered:
"I don't know. In a way, it depends on you.""Hallucinations, you mean?""No…it's real enough. Don't attack. Whatever you do, remember that!""What are you getting at?" I could hardly recognize the sound of my own voice.
"We're not on Earth, you know.""A Polytherian form?" I shouted. "There's nothing human about them!"I was about to rush at him, to drag him out of the trance, prompted, apparently117, by his crazytheories, when he murmured:
"That's why they're so dangerous. Remember what I've told you, and be on your guard!""What happened to Gibarian?"He did not answer.
"What is Sartorius doing?""Come back in an hour."I turned and went out. As I closed the door behind me, I took a last look at him. Tiny,shrunken, his head in his hands and his elbows resting on his stained knees, he sat there,motionless. It was only then that I noticed the dried bloodstains on the backs of his hands.
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dome
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smears
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flask
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flakes
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originality
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amazement
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regularity
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