Chapters (80)
- Cover
- Dedication
- INTROIT: KYRIE ELEISON
- QUID SOM, MISER! TUNC DICTCIRCIS?
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- GUARENS ME, SEDISTI LASSOS
- Chapter 8
- OFFERTORIUM
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- AGNUS DEI
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- LACRIMOSA DIES ILLA!
- Chapter 61
- HOSTIAS ET PRECES TIBI, LAODIS OFFERIMUS
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- DIES IRAE
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- AGNUS DEI
- Acknowledgments
"If they are black holes. The computer analysis says they can't be. They're drawn out now, elongated like worms, and the second one is different," Sand said. "Look at its traces. High radiation in the atmosphere. It's making more noise than the first. And remember the sighting—it sparked like a sonofabitch when it came through the air. Walt? How did you describe the first?"
"Two long, bright flares at first. Then small, much less bright."
Post's hand worked restlessly with his shirt collar.
"Hell, it could be a plain old meteor, too," Arthur said.
"Meteors spark. Would an amateur know the difference?"
"But what about the radiation? Every guess we make, we go out on a limb," Sand said.
"No kidding," Post chuckled.
Samshow leaned forward. "But let's assume the second one was a more spectacular fall. Bigger object?"
"The traces could indicate a slightly bigger object. Or . . . explosive disturbances along its path?" Sand suggested.
Arthur listened, amused by the creative confusion. "What would release radiation?"
"Small black holes might," Post said. "But they'd be considerably smaller in cross section than a few centimeters, if they massed in at only a hundred million tons. I don't think they'd make much of a show at all. And if they're putting out gamma rays at a high enough level to irradiate sailors dozens of kilometers away ..." His face fell. "They're not going to last very long. Besides, they can't be black holes, remember?"
"What do you mean, about them not lasting very long?" Samshow asked.
Post made a frustrated face. "They're not black holes. We can be pretty sure of that. But, all right, black holes put out radiation all the time. When they're big, they're colder than the universe around them, but they're not at absolute zero . . . Still, the effect is a net intake of energy. But after tens of billions of years, or if they were created small to begin with, they become much hotter, and lose their mass much more rapidly, percentage-wise. When they drop down to about ten thousand tons of mass, they explode all at once—ten thousand tons of pure energy." He worked quickly on his calculator. "Not enough to cause much damage if they're deep inside the Earth, actually."
"But what we have is a hundred million tons," Sand said. "Or maybe twice that, if we count the second object."
"I was getting to that," Post said, holding up a hand. "The worst case is that the black hole, or holes, could suck up mass inside the Earth, grow, and eventually suck up all of the Earth."
The group looked at each other, wondering how much they were willing to believe, how far out they might be willing to go.
"That wouldn't make sense if the aliens had any intention of using the Earth's raw material to make more spaceships," Post said.
"What about something else, something we know nothing about?" Arthur persisted.
Samshow laughed. "You're saying we know anything about black holes?"