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Genesis

H. Beam Piper

Genesis

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Genesis

H. Beam Piper

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Transcriber's Notes:

This etext was produced from "Future combined with Science Fiction Stories" September 1951. Extensive

research did not uncover any evidence that the copyright on this publication was renewed.

A number of typographical errors found in the original text have been corrected in this version. A list of these

errors is provided at the end of the book.

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GENESIS

By H. Beam Piper

FEATURE NOVELET

OF LOST WORLDS

Was this ill−fated expedition the end of a proud, old race−−or the

beginning of a new one?

There are strange gaps in our records of the past. We find traces

of man−like things−−but, suddenly, man appears, far too much

developed to be the "next step" in a well−linked chain of

evolutionary evidence. Perhaps something like the events of this

story furnishes the answer to the riddle.

Aboard the ship, there was neither day nor night; the hours slipped gently by, as vistas of star−gemmed

blackness slid across the visiscreens. For the crew, time had some meaning−−one watch on duty and two off.

But for the thousand−odd colonists, the men and women who were to be the spearhead of migration to a new

and friendlier planet, it had none. They slept, and played, worked at such tasks as they could invent, and slept

again, while the huge ship followed her plotted trajectory.

Kalvar Dard, the army officer who would lead them in their new home, had as little to do as any of his

followers. The ship's officers had all the responsibility for the voyage, and, for the first time in over five years,

he had none at all. He was finding the unaccustomed idleness more wearying than the hectic work of loading

the ship before the blastoff from Doorsha. He went over his landing and security plans again, and found no

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probable emergency unprepared for. Dard wandered about the ship, talking to groups of his colonists, and

found morale even better than he had hoped. He spent hours staring into the forward visiscreens, watching the

disc of Tareesh, the planet of his destination, grow larger and plainer ahead.

Now, with the voyage almost over, he was in the cargo−hold just aft of the Number Seven bulkhead, with six

girls to help him, checking construction material which would be needed immediately after landing. The stuff

had all been checked two or three times before, but there was no harm in going over it again. It furnished an

occupation to fill in the time; it gave Kalvar Dard an excuse for surrounding himself with half a dozen

charming girls, and the girls seemed to enjoy being with him. There was tall blonde Olva, the

electromagnetician; pert little Varnis, the machinist's helper; Kyna, the surgeon's−aide; dark−haired Analea;

Dorita, the accountant; plump little Eldra, the armament technician. At the moment, they were all sitting on or

around the desk in the corner of the store−room, going over the inventory when they were not just gabbling.

"Well, how about the rock−drill bitts?" Dorita was asking earnestly, trying to stick to business. "Won't we

need them almost as soon as we're off?"

"Yes, we'll have to dig temporary magazines for our explosives, small−arms and artillery ammunition, and

storage−pits for our fissionables and radioactives," Kalvar Dard replied. "We'll have to have safe places for

that stuff ready before it can be unloaded; and if we run into hard rock near the surface, we'll have to drill

holes for blasting−shots."

"The drilling machinery goes into one of those prefabricated sheds," Eldra considered. "Will there be room in

it for all the bitts, too?"

Kalvar Dard shrugged. "Maybe. If not, we'll cut poles and build racks for them outside. The bitts are

nono−steel; they can be stored in the open."

"If there are poles to cut," Olva added.

"I'm not worrying about that," Kalvar Dard replied. "We have a pretty fair idea of conditions on Tareesh; our

astronomers have been making telescopic observations for the past fifteen centuries. There's a pretty big

Arctic ice−cap, but it's been receding slowly, with a wide belt of what's believed to be open grassland to the

south of it, and a belt of what's assumed to be evergreen forest south of that. We plan to land somewhere in

the northern hemisphere, about the grassland−forest line. And since Tareesh is richer in water that Doorsha,

you mustn't think of grassland in terms of our wire−grass plains, or forests in terms of our brush thickets. The

vegetation should be much more luxuriant."

"If there's such a large polar ice−cap, the summers ought to be fairly cool, and the winters cold," Varnis

reasoned. "I'd think that would mean fur−bearing animals. Colonel, you'll have to shoot me something with a

nice soft fur; I like furs."

Kalvar Dard chuckled. "Shoot you nothing, you can shoot your own furs. I've seen your carbine and pistol

scores," he began.

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There was a sudden suck of air, disturbing the papers on the desk. They all turned to see one of the ship's

rocket−boat bays open; a young Air Force lieutenant named Seldar Glav, who would be staying on Tareesh

with them to pilot their aircraft, emerged from an open airlock.

"Don't tell me you've been to Tareesh and back in that thing," Olva greeted him.

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Seldar Glav grinned at her. "I could have been, at that; we're only twenty or thirty planetary calibers away,

now. We ought to be entering Tareeshan atmosphere by the middle of the next watch. I was only checking the

boats, to make sure they'll be ready to launch.... Colonel Kalvar, would you mind stepping over here? There's

something I think you should look at, sir."

Kalvar Dard took one arm from around Analea's waist and lifted the other from Varnis' shoulder, sliding off

the desk. He followed Glav into the boat−bay; as they went through the airlock, the cheerfulness left the

young lieutenant's face.

"I didn't want to say anything in front of the girls, sir," he began, "but I've been checking boats to make sure

we can make a quick getaway. Our meteor−security's gone out. The detectors are deader then the Fourth

Dynasty, and the blasters won't synchronize.... Did you hear a big thump, about a half an hour ago, Colonel?"

"Yes, I thought the ship's labor−crew was shifting heavy equipment in the hold aft of us. What was it, a

meteor−hit?"

"It was. Just aft of Number Ten bulkhead. A meteor about the size of the nose of that rocket−boat."

Kalvar Dard whistled softly. "Great Gods of Power! The detectors must be dead, to pass up anything like

that.... Why wasn't a boat−stations call sent out?"

"Captain Vlazil was unwilling to risk starting a panic, sir," the Air Force officer replied. "Really, I'm

exceeding my orders in mentioning it to you, but I thought you should know...."

Kalvar Dard swore. "It's a blasted pity Captain Vlazil didn't try thinking! Gold−braided quarter−wit! Maybe

his crew might panic, but my people wouldn't.... I'm going to call the control−room and have it out with him.

By the Ten Gods...!"

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He ran through the airlock and back into the hold, starting toward the intercom−phone beside the desk. Before

he could reach it, there was another heavy jar, rocking the entire ship. He, and Seldar Glav, who had followed

him out of the boat−bay, and the six girls, who had risen on hearing their commander's angry voice, were all

tumbled into a heap. Dard surged to his feet, dragging Kyna up along with him; together, they helped the

others to rise. The ship was suddenly filled with jangling bells, and the red danger−lights on the ceiling were

flashing on and off.

"Attention! Attention!" the voice of some officer in the control−room blared out of the intercom−speaker.

"The ship has just been hit by a large meteor! All compartments between bulkheads Twelve and Thirteen are

sealed off. All persons between bulkheads Twelve and Thirteen, put on oxygen helmets and plug in at the

nearest phone connection. Your air is leaking, and you can't get out, but if you put on oxygen equipment

immediately, you'll be all right. We'll get you out as soon as we can, and in any case, we are only a few hours

out of Tareeshan atmosphere. All persons in Compartment Twelve, put on...."

Kalvar Dard was swearing evilly. "That does it! That does it for good!... Anybody else in this compartment,

below the living quarter level?"

"No, we're the only ones," Analea told him.

"The people above have their own boats; they can look after themselves. You girls, get in that boat, in there.

Glav, you and I'll try to warn the people above...."

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