Chapters (68)
- Title page
- Dedication
- Part I
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 20. 20:25 MT.
- Part II
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 22. 20:05 MT.
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 25. 15:30 MT.
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Part III
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Also by Chris Beckett
- Copyright page
‘Screens?’ interrupted Strongheart. ‘Did you say screens? We have a screen here! It’s one of the Mementoes from Tommy and Gela.’
‘Really? ’
All three Earth people had spoken at once. It was obvious that they were interested interested. Pleased to have impressed them, Strongheart called out to one of his helpers: ‘Go to my store and fetch the Screen.’
‘It doesn’t show pictures, though,’ he warned the Earth people. ‘It doesn’t do anything at all.’
‘Well, it wouldn’t,’ said Marius. ‘It’s four hundred years old and its bat-tree would have died long ago.’ He looked at Gaia. ‘But if the . . .’ he began and then said a whole string of words – dayter, files, kruptid, coad – that meant nothing to any of the Eden people. Deep and Gaia nodded, and each of them commented on what he’d said. Starlight recognized many of the words these two spoke, but she still couldn’t figure out what they were talking about. But after thirty forty heartbeats of this, Gaia turned back to Strongheart, Newjohn and Starlight, and tried to explain.
‘Screens have memories, you see. They have memories inside them: that’s how they can show us pictures and sounds. We might still be able to find things in there that Gela and Tommy said after the Defiant came back to Earth. Wouldn’t that be great? To hear what they were thinking in that time at the beginning when the two of them were on their own!’
When the Earth people finally came back to where we were waiting round their shelter, they had the Screen with them, a grey square, with some crumbling dirty-looking brown stuff round it, which, so the story went, had once been smooth and white. Marius handed it to me to look at, and I passed it on to the others. Only a few wakings ago, the Michael’s Place people would have been amazed to see such a thing, and even more amazed to be allowed anywhere near it, let alone touch it with our own hands, but now, as we handed it about, it seemed a rough, broken, tired old thing compared with the new and shiny things from Earth that we knew were in the shelter right behind us.
‘When we get back from our trip in the forest,’ Marius explained, ‘we’ll open it up. We’re not sure, because it’s very old, but we think there’s a good chance that we may be able to find words or pictures inside it, or even voices, that were put in here by Tommy or Angela when they were here on their own.’
Trueheart reached out and touched it. ‘But how does it work? How can a thing like this hold pictures and voices at all, never mind hold them for four hundred years?’