Ivan Yefremov Andromeda a Space-Age Tale
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Ivan Yefremov Andromeda A space-age tale Translated from Russian by George Hanna CONTENTS CHAPTER 1. THE IRON STAR CHAPTER 2. EPSILON TUCANAE CHAPTER 3. CAPTIVES OF THE DARK CHAPTER 4. THE RIVER OF TIME CHAPTER 5. THE HORSE ON THE SEA BED CHAPTER 6. THE LEGEND OF THE BLUE SUNS CHAPTER 7. SYMPHONY IN F-MINOR, COLOUR TONE 4.75 ,u CHAPTER 8. RED WAVES CHAPTER 9. A THIRD CYCLE SCHOOL CHAPTER 10. TIBETAN EXPERIMENT CHAPTER 11. THE ISLAND OF OBLIVION CHAPTER 12. THE ASTRONAUTICAL COUNCIL CHAPTER 13. ANGELS OF HEAVEN CHAPTER 14. THE STEEL DOOR CHAPTER 15. THE ANDROMEDA NEBULA GLOSSARY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY MEMBERS OF COSMIC EXPEDITION No. 37 IN THE SPACESHIP TANTRA Men: Erg Noor, Commander of the Expedition Pour Hyss, astronomer Eon Thai, biologist Pel Lynn, astronavigator Taron, mechanical engineer Kay Bear, electronic engineer Women: Nisa Greet, astronavigator Louma Lasvy, ship's physician Ingrid Dietra, astronomer Beena Ledd, geologist Ione Marr, teacher of gymnastics, storekeeper CHARACTERS ON EARTH: Men: Grom Orme, President of the Astronautical Council Diss Ken, his son Thor Ann, son of Zieg Zohr, Ken's friend Mir Ohm, Secretary of the Astronautical Council Darr Veter, retiring Director of the Outer Stations Mven Mass, successor to Darr Veter Junius Antus, Director of the Electronic Memory Machines Kam Amat, Indian scientist (In a former age) Liao Lang, palaeontologist Renn Bose, physicist Cart Sann, painter Frith Don, Director of the Maritime Archaeological Expedition Sherliss, mechanic to the expedition Ahf Noot, prominent surgeon Grimm Schar, biologist of the Institute of Nerve Currents Zann Senn, poet-historian Heb Uhr, soil scientist Beth Lohn, mathematician, criminal in exile Embe Ong, candidate for Director of the Outer Stations Cadd Lite, engineer on Satellite 57 Women : Evda Nahl, psychiatrist Rhea, her daughter Veda Kong, historian Miyiko Eigoro, historian, Veda's assistant Chara Nandi, biologist, dancer, artist's model Onar, girl of the Island of Oblivion Eva Djann, astronomer Liuda Pheer, psychologist (in a former age) EXTRATERRESTRIAL CHARACTERS: Goor Hahn, observer on the diurnal satellite Zaph Phthet, Director of External Relations of the planet of 61 Cygni CHAPTER ONE. THE IRON STAR In the faint light emitted by the helical tube on the ceiling the rows of dials on the instrument panels had the appearance of a portrait gallery-the round dials had jovial faces, the recumbent oval physiognomies were impudently self-satisfied and the square mugs were immobile in their stupid complacency. The light- and dark-blue, orange and green lights flickering inside the instruments served to intensify the impression. A big dial, glowing dull red, gazed out from the middle of the convex control desk. The girl in front of it had forgotten her chair and stood with her head bowed, her brow almost touching the glass, in the attitude of one in prayer. The red glow made her youthful face older and sterner, cast clear-cut shadows round her full lips and even made her slightly snub nose look pointed. Her thick eyebrows, knitted in a frown, looked jet black in that light and gave her eyes the expression of despair seen in the eyes of the doomed. The faint hum of the meters was interrupted by a soft metallic click. The girl started and raised her head, straightening her tired back. The door opened behind her, a big shadow appeared and turned into a man with abrupt and precise movements. A flood of golden light sprang up, making the girl's thick, dark-auburn hair sparkle like gold. She turned to the newcomer with a look that told both of her love for him and of her anxiety. "Why aren't you sleeping? A hundred sleepless hours!" "A bad example, eh?" There was a note of gaiety in his voice but he did not smile; it was a voice marked by high metallic notes that seemed to rivet his words together. "The others are all asleep," the girl began timidly. "and ... don't know anything ..." she added, whispering instinctively. "Don't be afraid to speak. Everybody else is asleep, we're the only two awake in the Cosmos and it's fifty billion1 kilometres to Earth-a mere parsec and a half!" "And we've got fuel for just one acceleration!" There was fascinated horror in the girl's exclamation. In two rapid strides Erg Noor, Commander of Cosmic Expedition No. 37, reached the glowing dial. "The fifth circle!" "Yes, we've entered the fifth ... and ... still nothing." The girl cast an eloquent glance at the loudspeaker of the automatic receiver. "And so I have no right to sleep, as you see. I have to think over all the variants and all the possibilities. We must find a solution by the end of the fifth circle." "But that's another hundred and ten hours." "All right, I'll go to sleep in the armchair here as soon as the effect of the sporamin wears off. I took it twenty-four hours ago." The girl stood deep in thought for a time but at last decided to speak. "Perhaps we should decrease the radius of the circle? Suppose something's gone wrong with their transmitter?" "Certainly not! If you reduce the radius without reducing speed you'll break up the ship. If you reduce speed you'll be left without anameson4... with a parsec and a half to go at the speed of the ancient lunar rockets! At that rate we'd get somewhere near our solar system in about a hundred thousand years." "I know that. But couldn't they .." "No, they couldn't. Aeons ago people could be careless or could deceive each other and themselves. But not today!" "That's not what I wanted to say." The sharpness of her retort showed that the girl was offended. "I was going to say that Algrab may have deviated from its course looking for us." "It couldn't have deviated so much. It must have left at the time computed and agreed on. If the improbable had happened and both transmitters had been put out of action it would have had to cross the circle diametrically and we should have heard it on the planetary receiver. There's no possibility of a mistake-there it is, the rendezvous planet." Erg Noor pointed to the mirror screens in deep niches on all four sides of the control tower. Countless stars burned in the profound blackness. A tiny grey disc, barely illuminated by a sun very far away from them, from the outer edge of the system B-7336-S+87-A, was crossing the forward port screen. "Our bomb beacons 5 are working well although we put them up four independent years " ago." Erg Noor pointed to a clear-cut line of light running along a glass panel that stretched the whole length of the left-hand wall. "Algrab should have been here three months ago. That means," Erg Noor hesitated as though he did not wish to finish the sentence, "Algrab is lost!" "But suppose it isn't, suppose it has only been damaged by a meteoroid and cannot regain its speed?" objected the auburn-haired girl. "Can't regain its speed!" repeated Erg Noor. "Isn't that the same thing? If there is a journey thousands of years long between the ship and its goal, so much the worse-instead of instantaneous death there will be years of hopelessness for the doomed. Perhaps they will call. If they do, we'll know ... on Earth ... in about six years' time." With one of his impetuous movements Erg Noor pulled a folding armchair from under the table of the electronic computer, a little MNU-11; on account of its great weight, size and fragility, the ITU electronic brain that could make any computation was not fitted in spaceships to pilot them unaided. A navigator had always to be on duty in the control tower, especially as it was impossible to plot an exact course over such terrific distances. The commander's hands flashed over the levers and knobs with the rapidity of a pianist's. The sharply defined features of his pale face were as immobile as those of a statue and his lofty brow, inclined stubbornly over the control desk, seemed to be challenging the elemental forces that menaced that tiny world of living beings who bad dared penetrate into the forbidden depths of space. Nisa Greet, a young astronavigator on her first Cosmic expedition, held her breath as she watched Erg Noor in silence, and the commander himself seemed oblivious of everything but his work. How cool and collected, how clever and full of energy was the man she loved. And she had loved him for a long time, for the whole of the five years. There was no sense in hiding it from him, lie knew it already, Nisa could feel that. Now that this great misfortune had happened she had the tremendous joy of serving a watch with him, three months alone with him while the other members of the crew lay in deep hypnotic sleep. Another thirteen days and they, too, would be able to sleep for six months while the other two watches-the navigators, astronomers and mechanics-served their turns. The other members of the expedition, the biologists and geologists who would only have work to do when they arrived at their destination, could sleep longer, but the astronomers-oh! theirs was the greatest strain of all. Erg Noor got up from his seat and Nisa's train of thought was broken. "I'm going to the charthouse. You'll be able to sleep in-" he looked at the clock showing dependent or ship's time, "nine hours.