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From: mmcirvin@world.std.com (Matthew J. McIrvin)
Subject: Another early Matt McIrvin work
Date: Fri, 4 Sep 1998 20:51:27 GMT
Organization: The World @ Software Tool & Die
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From the same binder as Watch Your Brain, written
somewhat earlier.
1
Down, down went our ship. We really were suprised. The probe had
reported "life" but we had not expected this kind of
life! A giant flower was the first thing we saw, 60 metres high!
Man-sized winged snakes flew overhead!
We landed. The ladder came down and we descended. We set up a
temporary base. I watched a "snake" come down and sip some sort of
nectar from the flower and pollenate it. I've called them "space
bees" ever since. One space bee landed. I found that it was
harmless. Space bees did not sting!
It slithered along the ground like a snake and made a squawking
sound. It then crawled under me, tossed its head, and with me on
top, opened its wings, squawked, and flew away.
"Hey, wait!" yelled my companion, Mike. The bee swooped again
and picked him up. "Whoa!" he shouted. "Whoa, you space drone! Boy,
this is some steed!" "Yes, Mike," I replied. I called the bee
"Drone" from then on. The planet had a reddish surface. It was
catalogued as Kappa Z of solar system P25-A.
I'll flash back a while...
We got here by a mad scramble. We were heading
toward Alpha N of the same system. Until we hit that electron
cloud. An electron cloud means trouble, man. We were terrified when
the computer said:
[computery lettering] ELECTRON CLOUD
ALERT--ALERT--ALERT=APP25AQB342H-------
I took a deep breath. "Oh-oh!"
["2" is written here, then crossed
out]
When an electron cloud comes around, you know it. First, there
are the lights. They glare in your eyes as you plunge in. The worst
thing is that you can't steer out of them. They're attracted to
your ship. Then you hear a loud crackle in the radio-- before it
gets goofed up and you lose contact. About that time your ship gets
charged. It is repelled and you plunge out as fast as you plunged
in-- thousands of kilometers from where you came in...
That was what happened to us. And we were relieved when we saw
that we were near a planet-- Kappa Z. We send the robot probe out,
and that was how we found life.
Well, here we are back at the beginning... We were riding on
Drone. He flew through the air to a cave. "What's this?" I asked.
"Why, the bee's hive," said Mike. (The only radioes not damaged
were the short-range ones we talked to each other with.) Inside
were some more space bees. Actually, their nectar-gathering habits
were their only similarity to bees. They were rather advanced
creatures. They slithered on the cave floor, hovered above it, and
put the nectar in a pit so that it made a kind of honey after it
sat. We tried some through our food tubes; it tasted sweeter than
clover honey.
2
Somehow, the "bees" could radio-transmit their squawking; we
heard it over our radioes. We lived on the nutritious honey and our
freeze-dried food. We had our first problem came after a few weeks,
when we found out something about the flowers.
We discovered that before, the flowers were in a torpor--
"asleep." But now they woke up! It was marked by the bee's refusal
to pollinate them. We dragged Drone out and we headed toward a
flower. When we got there, sticky tendrils shot out and grabbed us!
I turned on my suit jet and zipped up just in time. Mike was
trapped-- the tendril had wrapped around his jet. "Try to turn it
on, Mike!" I told him, dodging the sticky arms. Mike was being
thrust into one of two openings-- "mouths"-- that led to one of two
bulbous organs-- "stomachs." "Turn it on!" I yelled. He did! The
tendril sticking to him, he flew, by suit jet, around the "mouths"
and tied the tendril into a knot, tying the "mouths" together. The
plant pulled them apart and became timid. Drone transmitted some
squawks to the cave and the "bees" came over and renewed their
honey supply richly. We kept the plant content by feeding it our
last supplies of meat. We didn't need it, anyway.
3
We were beginning to wonder if we would ever leave the planet.
In a while, I had an idea. We talked into Drone's ear. "Base-- Base
35QP-- we are stuck on Kappa Z-- electron cloud accident." Drone
opened his mouth and out came "We read. We will send help. Over."
And help did come. A rescue ship. We left Drone on the planet, but
I visited, and I talked to him via radio from then on.
The End
--
Matt McIrvin http://world.std.com/~mmcirvin/