The Best of World SF by Lavie Tidhar (children's ebooks free online .txt) 📕

won’t be enough,’ Novik replied. ‘She’ll die before long. Look, I know a place where we could find a new shell.’

‘And how would you do that? It’s unheard of. It’s lived in here since it was a youngling, and it’ll die in here. Only wild crabs can change shells.’

‘I could convince her to change. I’m sure of it.’

‘And where is this place?’

‘An abandoned city,’ Novik replied. ‘It’s out of our way, but it’d be worth it.’

‘No,’ the captain said. ‘Better sell it on. It won’t survive such a swap, and I’ll be ruined. If things have gone this far, I need to sell it to someone who can take it apart.’

‘And I’m telling you she has a chance,’ Novik said. ‘Please don’t pass her on to some butcher.’

‘You’re too attached,’ the captain retorted. ‘I’ll sell it on and use the money as down payment for a new ship. We’ll have to start small again, but we’ve done it before.’

*

Season 1, episode 11: The Natives Are Restless.

The lower levels of Andromeda Station are populated by the destitute: adventurers who didn’t find what they were looking for, merchants who lost their cargo, drug addicts, failed prophets. They unite under a leader who promises to topple the station’s regime. They sweep through the upper levels, murdering and pillaging in their path. They are gunned down by security. The station’s captain and the rebel leader meet in the middle of the carnage. Was it worth it?, the captain asks. Always, says the rebel.

*

There was a knock on Saga’s door after her shift. It was Novik, with an urgent look on his face.

‘It’s time you saw her,’ he said.

They walked down the long corridor from Saga’s cabin to the engine room. The passage seemed somehow smaller than before, as if the walls had contracted. When Novik opened the door at the end of the corridor, a wave of warm air with a coppery tang wafted out.

Saga had imagined a huge, dark cavern. What Novik led her through was a cramped warren of tubes, pipes and wires, all intertwined with tendrils of that same grayish substance she had found in the hatches downstairs. As they moved forward, the tendrils thickened into ropes, then meaty cables. The corridor narrowed, so tight in spots that Novik and Saga had to push through it sideways.

‘Here,’ Novik said, and the corridor suddenly opened up.

The space was dimly lit by a couple of electric lights; the shapes that filled the engine room were only suggested, not illuminated. Round curves, glistening metal intertwined with that gray substance. Here, a slow triple beat shook the floor. There was the faint wet noise of something shifting.

‘This is she,’ Novik said. ‘This is Skidbladnir.’

He gently took Saga’s hand and guided it to a gray outcrop. It was warm under her fingers, and throbbed: one two three, one two three.

‘This is where I interface with her,’ Novik said.

‘Interface?’ Saga asked.

‘Yes. We speak. I tell her where to go. She tells me what it’s like.’ Novik gently patted the gray skin. ‘She has been poorly for some time now. She’s growing too big for her shell. But she didn’t say how bad it was. I understood when you showed me where she’s grown into the passenger deck.’

One two three, one two three, thrummed the pulse under Saga’s hand.

‘I know you were eavesdropping,’ Novik said. ‘The captain and the steward will sell her off to someone who will take her apart for meat. She’s old, but she’s not that old. We can find her a new home.’

‘Can I interface with her?’ Saga said.

‘She says you already have,’ Novik said.

And Saga heard it: the voice, like waves crashing on a shore, the voice she had heard in her dream. It brought an image of a vast ocean, swimming through darkness from island to island. Around her, a shell that sat uncomfortably tight. Her whole body hurt. Her joints and tendrils felt swollen and stiff.

Novik’s hand on her shoulder brought her back to the engine room.

‘You see?’ he said.

‘We have to save her,’ Saga said.

Novik nodded.

*

They arrived at the edge of a vast and cluttered city under a dark sky. The wreckage of old ships dotted the desert that surrounded the city – buildings like Skidbladnir’s shell, cracked cylinders, broken disks and pyramids.

They had let off all passengers and cargo at the previous stop. Only the skeleton crew remained: the captain, the steward, Novik and Saga. They gathered in the lobby’s air lock, and Saga saw the captain for the very first time. She was tall, built from shadows and strange angles. Her face kept slipping out of focus. Saga only assumed her as a ‘she’ from the soft alto voice.

‘Time to meet the mechanics,’ the captain said.

Novik clenched and unclenched his fists. Aavit looked at him with one cold sideways eye and clattered its beak.

‘You’ll see reason,’ it said.

The air outside was cold and thin. Novik and Saga put on their face masks; Aavit and the captain went as they were. The captain’s shroud fluttered in an icy breeze that brought waves of fine dust.

There was a squat office building among the wrecks. Its door slid open as they approached. Inside was a small room cluttered with obscure machinery. The air was warmer in here. Another door stood open at the end of the room, and the captain strode toward it. When Saga and Novik made to follow, Aavit held a hand up.

‘Wait here,’ it said, its voice barely audible in the thin atmosphere.

The other door closed behind them.

Saga looked at Novik, who looked back at her. He nodded. They turned as one and ran back toward Skidbladnir.

Saga looked over her shoulder as they ran. Halfway to the ship, she could see the captain emerge from the office, a mass of tattered fabric that undulated over the ground, more quickly than it should. Saga ran as fast as she could.

She had barely made it inside the doors when Novik closed them with a resounding boom and