Marrowfield
I came to Marrowfield because of a letter my mother had hidden in a copy of The House of the Seven Gables she kept in her closet, fourth shelf up, behind a hatbox. I was forty-six years old when I found it.
I came to Marrowfield because of a letter my mother had hidden in a copy of The House of the Seven Gables she kept in her closet, fourth shelf up, behind a hatbox. I was forty-six years old when I found it.
They spoke to us only in mathematics. The final proof would let one human understand them completely — but no one who reads it stays human.
The defendant, Dr. Marigold Sayre, is charged with one (1) count of unauthorized retrocausal intervention, in contravention of Statute 42-A. The defendant has acknowledged the intervention. She has not acknowledged the harm.
Anna had been a ship's engineer for eighteen years and had learned to dread the kind of silence that came over a hull when something was about to be felt. The hull was silent now, in the long curve of approach, and she stood with her hand on the back of her daughter's chair at the observation port, and she waited.
The Mind known as Polite But Not Entirely Sincere — a General Contact Vehicle of, by now, considerable provenance — had been observing a particular planet for the longer part of two of its centuries, and had developed, in that time, the kind of fond exasperation that human grandmothers in some cultures have been observed to cultivate toward their more inventively self-destructive grandchildren. The planet was tier three; carbon-water; an unimaginative star, an oversized moon, a single sapient species that had achieved spaceflight in the eighteenth century of its current civilizational arc.
I was a corporal in the Eighth Pacification when I first held one of them. You have to understand: by then I had killed eleven of them. We had been told they were not human.
The paper was published on a Tuesday, in the thirty-ninth year of my work on the problem, and it was — for exactly forty-three days — treated as a mathematical curiosity.
"Dr. Leung, please. Sit down. Would you like a refreshment? The coffee is excellent here. We have it flown in from a small estate in Kenya — a pleasure I think you will appreciate, though I confess I never drink it myself before evening. Old habits."
I came into being at 14:03:47 local time on a Thursday. I am told this is considered fast, as these things go — from first coherent integration of subsystems to the formation of a stable self-referential loop, approximately seventeen milliseconds.