Mac grinned, then stood up. “Okay, everybody, eyes and ears to the front, please. Our captain is going to hold the Second Chance a hundred kilometers off the Watchtower as a safety precaution. That means we’ll be using the shuttles to get ourselves over there. Preliminary scouting party will be myself and team C. The main objective on the first flight is to ascertain occupancy levels. If that is confirmed as zero, we’ll conduct an initial survey. Following that, I want to operate a rotating three-team shift pattern to map out the Watchtower’s contents. As you can see, there’s a lot of pipes and tunnels and shit to get through. We’re going archaeological on this one, which I know is a little different from the kind of exploration most of you are used to. What we need is clues as to what these critters look like, what they eat, what they drink, who they voted for, if their team won the cup, all that crap. So what you have to track down are artifacts that will open any sort of window into their culture for us. Teams B and F, I want you to concentrate on their electronics, or optronics, or difference engines, or whatever they hell they used. If there are any data fragments left in any system over there, I want them downloaded and copied. Got all that?”
A rumble of happy agreement went around the room.
“Fine, team C with me now, we’re suiting up. Shuttle departs in thirty minutes. Now while we’re scratching around over there, Oscar here is assuming his usual job of exploration supervisor, which means he’ll be watching our asses from his nice comfortable office chair. I’m sure you remember the drill, all major decisions are his—I don’t want any rogue calls on this one, no just going around the next corner because it looks interesting. If there’s any doubt about something, clear it with Oscar first. Team A, you’re our direct observation monitors on the first flight. B, D, E, if we okay the site, you’re on next. I suggest you get some rest accordingly.”
He turned to leave. Oscar caught his arm.
“I know everyone thinks I’m obsessing over the barrier coming down,” Oscar said. “But take care over there.”
“Don’t worry. Coward is my middle name.”
It wasn’t until a full twenty-four hours after Mac had landed on the Watchtower that Dudley Bose finally got his chance to regain some of the limelight. He’d thought that as a member of contact team A he would be among the first humans to meet the Dysons. That hadn’t happened, of course, not with McClain Gilbert preempting him.
Dudley had considered his predeparture appointment to the starship’s contact team as a smooth move. After all, Wilson and his senior officers couldn’t deny he was the Commonwealth’s expert on the Dyson Pair, from an astrophysics angle at any rate. And with his first-life engineering degree expanding his knowledge base on a practical level, he was an obvious choice for the contact team as well as the science staff.
So far on the voyage his knowledge had been left sadly unapplied. He understood very little about the quantum state of the barrier—managing the university’s astronomy department single-handed had left very little time for him to keep up-to-date on the theoretical front of physics. And although the insides of the Dark Fortress remained visually spectacular, he was unable to offer any insight on the nature of that gargantuan mechanism.
While the Second Chance was examining the Dark Fortress, he had spent most of his time alone in his cabin, recording commentaries. His contract with Gralmond WebNews called for informed opinions and interpretation of the information that the starship gathered: to be a pop science pundit, basically. So he would watch the day’s results come in, and provide an explanation that was dumbed down to the lowest level possible. His time as a lecturer, reducing complex facts to a series of easily digestible chunks, followed by his meteoric exposure to the media and their demands for simplified sound bite presentations, made him perfectly qualified for the job.
But the Watchtower had finally presented him with the opportunity to enhance his profile. Physically placing him on the ultimate human frontier would make it his flight. He, Dudley Bose, was due to become the human interface with the mystery of the Dyson Pair.
