Mer-Cycle. Piers Anthony

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СКАЧАТЬ think I know where we’re heading, now. The Bahamas platform.”

      “What?”

      “The Bahamas platform. Geologically, a most significant region. It certainly made trouble for us in the past.”

      Don would have been less interested, had he not wanted someone to talk to. “How could it make trouble? It is whatever it is, and was what it was, wasn’t it, before there were geologists?”

      “True, true. But trouble still, and a fascinating place to explore. You see, its existence was a major obstacle to acceptance of the theory of plate tectonics.”

      “Of what?”

      “Drifting continents.”

      “I’ve heard of that,” Don said. “They’re moving now, aren’t they? An inch a century?”

      “Faster than that, even,” Gaspar agreed wryly.

      “But I don’t see why those little islands, the Bermudas—”

      “Bahamas. The thesis was that all the continents were once a super land mass called Pangaea. The convection currents in the mantle of the earth broke up the land, spreading the sea floor and shoving the new continents outward. North and South America drifted—actually, they were shoved—to their present location, and the Mid-Atlantic ridge continued to widen as more and more lava was forced up from below. But the Bahamas—”

      “You talk as if the world is a bubbling pot of mush!”

      “Close enough. The continents themselves float in the lithosphere, and when something shoves, they have to move. But slowly. We could match up the fractures, showing how the fringes of the continental shelves fitted together like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. All except the Bahamas platform. It was extra. There was no place for it in the original Pangaea—yet there it was.”

      “So maybe the continents didn’t drift, after all,” Don said. “They must have stayed in the same place all the time. Makes me feel more secure, I must admit.”

      “Ah, but they did drift. Too many lines of evidence point too firmly to this, believe you me. All but that damned platform. Where did it come from?”

      “Where, indeed,” Don muttered sleepily.

      “They finally concluded that the great breakup of Pangaea started right in this area. The earth split asunder, the land shoved outward in mighty plates—and then the process halted for maybe thirty million years, and the new basin filled in with sediment. When the movement resumed, there was the half-baked mass: the Bahamas platform. Most of it is still under water, of course, but it trailed along with the continent, and here it is. The site of the beginning of the Atlantic Ocean as we know it.” The man’s voice shook with excitement; this was one of the most important things on Earth, literally, to him.

      But Don wasn’t a geologist. “Glory be,” he mumbled.

      “That’s why I find this such a fascinating region. There are real secrets buried in the platform strata.”

      But Don was drifting to a continental sleep. He dreamed that he was standing with tremendous feet straddling Pangaea, the Paul Bunyan of archaeologists. But then it cracked, and he couldn’t get his balance; the center couldn’t hold. The more he tried to bring the land together, the more his very weight shoved it apart, making him do a continental split. “Curse you, Bahama!” he cried.

CHAPTER 5

       PACIFA

       Proxy 5–12–5–16–8: Attention.

      Acknowledging.

       Status?

      Four members introduced, final one incipient. Progress good. Group is melding. They are as much concerned with interpersonal relations as with the mission, but unified in their perplexity about it. The likelihood of success seems to be increasing.

       That is good. We have lost another world via the straightforward approach. If your experiment is effective, we will try it on the remaining worlds.

      But the outcome is far from assured. Human reactions are devious and at times surprising.

       How well we know!

      Offshore Miami: the continental shelf was narrow here, but they could not approach the teeming metropolis too closely. The rendezvous was just outside the reefs, thirty fathoms deep and sloping.

      Gaspar tooted on his whistle. The answer came immediately. Before they could get on their cycles the fifth member of the party appeared, riding rapidly. Don noted the turned-down handlebars and double derailleur mechanism first: another ten-speed-or-more machine, perhaps an expensive one.

      “It’s a woman,” Gaspar said.

      Don and Melanie peered at the figure. It was female, but neither buxom nor young.

      She coasted up, turned smartly, and braked, like a skier at the end of a competition run. “Pacifa,” she said. Her hair was verging on gray, obviously untinted under the hard helmet.

      The others introduced themselves.

      “Well,” Pacifa said briskly. “If I had known you would be three handsome men and one pretty girl, I’d have sent my daughter. But she’s all shape and no mind and this is business not pleasure, so we’re stuck with each other for the duration. Any problems with the bikes?”

      They assumed that this was small talk, so demurred. Don saw Melanie react at the reference to “pretty girl,” but she did not speak. He wasn’t sure whether it was the first word or the second that bothered her.

      “No, I’m serious,” Pacifa said with peppery dispatch. “I’m your mechanic, in a couple of ways, and I can see already that none of you except Gaspar knows the first thing about cycles, and he doesn’t know the second thing. Three of you have insufficient and the fourth too much. Can’t be helped now, though. Who has the coordinates?”

      “Twenty four degrees, fifteen minutes latitude,” Melanie said. “Eighty four degrees, fifty minutes longitute.”

      “But that’s—” Don started, trying to figure it out.

      “Right back the way we came,” Melanie said. “Eleph was at 24°30’, and this is 24° 15’.”

      “But farther along,” Gaspar said. “In fact, offshore northern Cuba.”

      “We’re picking up a Cuban?” she asked.

      “Unlikely,” Gaspar said. “If there was supposed to be another person, he should have joined us at the same place Eleph did, not close by. Now I think we’re complete. A larger party would be unwieldy. So it’s more likely the site of our mission—or a supply depot.” He sounded disappointed. It seemed they were not going to the Bahamas platform.

      “Let’s go,” Pacifa said. She mounted СКАЧАТЬ