At the moment of orthogonality, that line would contain the entire history of the travellers from the day they shut off the engines to the day they had reason She held up her thumb, blotting out the point in the sky where the Peerless had been heading – blotting out a line that stretched awayįrom her for an immeasurable distance. Mountain sped away in exactly this direction. Watching from Zeugma, she’d seen the blaze of flaming sunstone as the Valeria stepped away from the telescope and followed the lines of the Hurtlers to their notional vanishing point. Was measured in generations or in eras, from her point of view they would live out their lives in the same blink of her eye, regardless. Having entered that state, the travellers could maintain their course for as long as they needed, and whether the need Mishap, its relationship to her would soon be the same as the Hurtlers’. If the Peerless really had been accelerating steadily for the past year, its engines firing without With nothing but the time lag for the light to reach her prolonging the spectacle. Of each Hurtler was orthogonal to her own: the tiny rock’s eons of ancient darkness and its fiery passage through the thin gas between the planets all came and went for her in an instant, Still, Valeria took the Hurtlers themselves as proof that the travellers’ first goal was attainable: one object really could possess an infinite velocity relative to another. Then it was due to be achieved any day now, but there would be no signal from the travellers on the Peerless, no manifestation in the sky, no evidence of any kind. If a planet-killer was on its way, there’d be no elegant pyrotechnic warning.īut nor would the opposite fate come with portents: if a real solution to the Hurtlers was imminent, the moment of salvation would pass without distinction. Motion, proof that they hadn’t even been near misses. These ghostly spikes were lengthening slowly, their violet tips just perceptibly in Streaks of colour, scattered but parallel, each one displaying perfect mirror-symmetry across its dark centre. Gemma had risen now, bright enough to hide most of the stars, but seven Hurtlers shone in the grey half-light: seven Hill the response team, her co among them, were napping in their sand trucks. Valeria gave herself a break, rolling her neck and taking in the view untrammelled by the scope’s restrictions. The clock beside her rang out the last bell before dawn. Struck, it struck, but it wasn’t futile for people to try their best to fend off disaster for as long as possible. Would fizzle out on their own and the kind of unstoppable conflagration that would simply vaporise everyone in sight, there was room for the watchers to make a difference. But Valeria was sure that between the spot fires that Scoffers had gone so far as to insist that there must have been similar strikes before, unobserved and untreated, that had come to nothing. The Hurtler that struck must have been microscopic, the point of ignition shallow, the field of flame relatively small – and some Of calmstone sand they’d succeeded in extinguishing it. His team had reached the fire within a chime or two, and by drawing out its heat into three truckloads Watcher there had seen a speck of light in the distance, small but growing steadily brighter. Two bells into her shift, Valeria could feel her concentration faltering, but whenever she was tempted to abandon the mind-numbing routine she thought of the incident outside Red Towers.
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She knew she was done when she’d made a full circle around the scope’s mount, bringing her feet back to a patch of rough ground that she could recognise by texture alone. The grey rock showed few features in the starlight, but so longĪs she didn’t rush the task and left no gaps in her search, the kind of change she was looking for would be hard to miss. Accordingly, anyone approaching this volume is stronglyĪdvised to read the preceding volumes first.įrom her hilltop post, Valeria swept the telescope’s field of view methodically across the barren plain. Whose biology, history, politics and technology – as revealed in the previous books – bear crucially on everything that follows. The Arrows of Time is the third volume of a trilogy set in a universe with laws of physics that are very different from our own.
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