Jim Baen's Universe

Science Fiction Stories

Indomitable

Written by Jack McDevitt

Illustrated by Karl A. Nordman

"And this is an antigrav generator. Do you know what that is, Harry?"

Did Harry know? Sometimes his father was such a nit. "Sure, Dad," he said.

"Good."

"We have one at school."

"Do you want to try it?"

A bot was standing by, waiting for him to answer, or to get out of the way for the next kid who, Harry thought, also knew what an antigravity generator was. Was there anybody on the planet who didn't know?

Behind the next kid was a little girl, maybe six or seven, watching with her eyes wide while she waited for a chance to levitate her hat.

They moved on to the bridge mock-up. Displays indicated it was an exact replica from the XAA-466, the Tokyo, which had visited the black hole at Momsen. (Visuals of the black hole were available in the gift shop.)

Then there was a model of the Lexa Habitat from CX26, which had done interdimensional research near Antares a long time ago. Harry had read about it in the fifth grade, and it had ignited his interest in the interstellars. It was where Adcock had died and Monty Parrish had vanished out of a sealed chamber. Where Corelle had done the research that had led eventually to the star drive that now carried his name. "Dad," he said, "do you know how long we were there?"

His father studied the interlocking tubes and spheres as if the answer lay amid the pattern. "Not sure," he said. "It was before I was born."

By about two centuries. "Sixty-six years," Harry said.

His father nodded. Okay. Sometimes Harry got into his know-it-all mode and Dad got irritated.

And over there, nestled in a cradle, was Captain Songmeister's lander. It had lost power entering the atmosphere of Antares III when Songmeister and his team thought they'd seen a city. Songmeister had used a sputtering auxiliary unit to guide the vessel to a safe landing in mountainous terrain. That had been the good news. The city had turned out to be nothing more than a reflection on an odd rock formation.

"They never found anybody," said Harry. "Not there. And not anywhere else."

His father was already moving on to the next exhibit. "Nobody to find, son. There's nobody out there."

They were looking at a space shuttle. The Rosie McGreer. It had run between the Overby station and the spaceports at Rome and Barcelona.

"Here's something you'll like." They slipped into the Cosmicon, which lit up with images from the colonies, gleaming cities and soaring towers and vast parklands. Here was Mirax on Deneb II, serene and cloud-wrapped on a mountaintop; and New Paris on Altair III, awash in music and soft light; and Shay Pong, straddling the mouth of the Karraso, the longest river on any known world. But of course it wasn't the length of the Karraso that had made Harry's heart pump long ago in the eighth grade. It was the magnificent lighthouse.

"I'd like to go there someday," Harry said.

His father nodded. "It is nice. Your mother and I went there on our honeymoon. We had a really good hotel. And the beach was outstanding. And there's something about the sun. You can stay out in it a long time, and you don't have to worry about getting burned."

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An area along the west wall was designated as the memorial room.

Virtual ships floated from the overhead and guarded the displays. Harry knew them. The Wallsley, which had made the first flight to Alpha Centauri. And the London, which had carried the first colonists offworld. And the Condrey, lost while testing the ill-fated Qubic Drive. The Dallas had visited Polaris, setting what, at the time, was a new distance record. And the Exeter, a few months later, had almost doubled that, going all the way out to Zeta Aurigae.

Harry knew them all. The Sabre, the Valiant, the Reliable. He had a picture of the Reliable on his bedroom wall. They were magic names. Harry knew who their captains had been, knew their stories. They were from the era when the survey ships were still going out, still looking.

It had been a long time ago.

"Dad," he said, "let's go look at the Indomitable."

It was the reason Harry had wanted to come. Everything else there in the Calgary museum was more or less duplicated in Toronto. But not the Indomitable.

They picked up an escort bot. He was engineered to look like Captain Parmentier, who was the hero of the HV Interstellar series, Starship. All pure fiction, of course.

"We're still working on the Indomitable," Captain Parmentier said. "It's in a temporary shelter next door. You'll have to walk through clay to get