"Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations. We've survived the second harshest Relight in the recorded history of OnOff. We did this despite the most terrible treachery." He moved closer to the pov, as if looking at the exhausted Emergents and Qeng Ho huddled in the auditorium. "Damage survey and reclamation attempts will be our most important jobs over the next Msecs...but I must be frank with you. The initial battle between the Qeng Ho and Emergent fleets was immensely destructive of the Qeng Ho; I regret to say that tas nearly as bad for the Emergent side. We tried to disguise some of that damage. We had plenty of equipment spares, medical facilities, and the raw materials we brought up from Arachna. We would have had the expertise of hundreds of senior Qeng Ho available once the security issues were resolved. Nevertheless, we were operating near the edge of safety. After the events of yesterday, all safety margins have vanished. At this moment, we do not have a single functioning ramscoop—and it's not clear if we will be able to scavenge one from the wreckage."
Only two of the starships had collided. But apparently theFar Treasure had been the most functional—and after Jimmy's action, its drive and most of its life-support system were junk.
"Many of you have risked your lives over the last Ksecs trying to save some of the volatiles. That part of the disaster appears to be no one's fault. None of us had counted on the violence of this Relighting, or the effect that ice trapped between the diamonds might have. As you know, we've recaptured most of the large blocks. Only three remain loose." Benny Wen and Jau Xin were working together to try to bring back those and several smaller ones. They were only thirty kilometers away, but the big ones massed one hundred thousand tonnes each—and all they had for hauling equipment were taxis and one crippled lifter.
"OnOff's flux is down to two point five kilowatts per square meter. Our vehicles can operate in that light. Properly suited crew can work briefly in it. But the airsnow that drifted out is lost, and we fear that much of the water ice is gone too."
Nau spread his hands, and sighed. "This is like so many of the histories you Qeng Ho have told us of. We fought and fought, and in the end we've nearly made ourselves extinct. With what we have, we can't go home—to either of our homes. We can only guess how long we can survive on what we salvage here. Five years? One hundred years? The old truths still hold: without a sustaining civilization, no isolated collection of ships and humans can rebuild the core of technology."
A wan smile came briefly to his face. "And yet there is hope. In a way, these disasters have forced us to concentrate all our attention on what our missions were initially dedicated to. It is no longer a matter of academic curiosity, or even Qeng Ho selling to customers—now our very survival depends on the sophonts of Arachna. They are on the verge of the Information Age. From everything we can tell, they will attain a competent industrial ecology during the current bright time. If we can last a few more decades, the Spiders will have the industry that we need. Our two missions will have succeeded, even if at far greater human cost than any of us ever imagined.
"Can we last three to five more decades? Maybe. We can scavenge, we can conserve....The real question is, can we cooperate? So far, our history here is not good. Whether in offense or defense, all our hands are drenched in blood. You all know about Jimmy Diem. There were at least three involved in his conspiracy. There may be more—but a security pogrom would just diminish our overall chances for survival. So I appeal to all of you among the Qeng Ho who may have been part of this plot, even peripherally: Remember what Jimmy Diem and Tsufe Do and Pham Patil did and tried to do. They were willing to destroy all the ships and crush Hammerfest. Instead, their own explosives destroyed them, destroyed the Qeng Ho that we were holding in coldsleep, and destroyed a sickbay full of Emergents and Qeng Ho.
"So. This will be our Exile. An Exile we have brought upon ourselves. I will continue to do my best to lead, but without your help we will surely fail. We must bury what differences and hatred there may be. We Emergents know much about you Qeng Ho; we have listened to your public network for hundreds of years. Your information made a critical difference to us as we regained technology." That tired smile again. "I know you did it to make more good customers; we are grateful nevertheless. But what we Emergents have become is not what you expect. I believe we bring something new and wonderful and powerful to the human universe: Focus. It is something that will be strange to you at first. I beg you to give time a chance here. Learn our ways, as we have yours.
"With everyone's willing support, we can survive. In the end, we can prosper."
