Chapters (42)
Agata inclined her head, expressing some sympathy with the impulse. But she wasn’t swayed. ‘I was the one who tried to argue that there’s no such thing as an undetectable meteor – but what do we have on board for tackling that problem? A single time-reversed camera, and no facilities for building new photonic chips or any kind of high-precision optics. Even if we came up with a glorious new design, how are we supposed to manufacture a whole network of surveillance cameras and get them deployed? They can’t just be drifting around the mountain detecting hazards for their own amusement – if they find something, they have to be able to trigger either a coherer powerful enough to deflect the thing, or start up the engines and make the whole mountain swerve. Do you really think we’d be able to do that in secret?’
‘Maybe the Council will finally exercise enough discipline to keep it all quiet,’ Ramiro replied.
‘If they’re capable of that,’ Agata countered, ‘then they’re capable of doing a vastly better job than we are with the entire project.’
Ramiro gave up. He desperately wanted everything to work in the old way, when he could wrap his mind around a self-contained problem and take it apart without having to think about the entire history and politics of the mountain. But wishing for those days wasn’t going to bring them back. ‘Then we should go ahead with the star-occulters for our hypothetical saboteurs,’ he said. ‘Find a way to build them, and a way to keep them secret, and then hope that the cosmos takes us up on the offer to explain away the disruption with one simple, harmless conspiracy.’
26
Agata took hold of one end of the slab of calmstone, Ramiro the other, then they lifted it onto their shoulders and stood facing each other, some four strides apart.
‘Are you ready?’ Tarquinia asked.
‘I’m not sure how steady this will be,’ Agata replied.
‘That doesn’t matter. I just want you to be able to keep your grip when there’s a force applied from below.’
Agata put a second hand on the slab. ‘All right. Go ahead.’ The improvised test rig looked alarmingly amateurish, but the ceiling of the cabin was made of the wrong material, and in any case they didn’t want to leave it covered with incriminating marks. They’d hunted through the storeroom for something to serve as a trestle, but there’d been nothing ready-made, so in the end their bodies had seemed like the most expeditious substitute.