Sally said, ‘Listen, we should eat while we’ve got the chance – and not just Agnes’s soup.’ She rummaged through their supplies, bequeathed by the Cowley.
Stan was staring at the images. ‘They’re going to finish this. They really are going to take this Earth apart altogether, aren’t they? It seems such a waste.’
‘The beetles wouldn’t say that,’ Lobsang said. ‘They believe they’re improving the neighbourhood.’
Sally laid out food packets. ‘Well, we have beef, chicken, bread, salad stuff. I wonder if they packed any mustard?’
Stan said, ‘But why would the beetles do this? What’s the point? I thought the theory was these beetles are colonizers.’
‘That’s how it looked from the world we called the Planetarium,’ Lobsang said. ‘Which they appeared to be terraforming, to their requirements. But we also saw evidence of conflict, in the sky of the star cluster. A war in heaven. Evidently their colonizing wave is being opposed. But here, by coming stepwise to this Earth, the beetles suddenly found themselves in an empty world – empty of their competitors at any rate – and under an open, empty sky. In such a situation the optimal strategy, for aggressive colonizers, must be—’
‘Like a dandelion,’ Sally said, seeing it suddenly. ‘Or a puffball fungus. To colonize all the empty space, as widely as possible, as fast as possible, before anybody else gets a chance. And that means sending seeds off in all directions, as many as you can.’
‘Ah.’ Stan closed his eyes. ‘I understand. They take apart the whole Earth. They capture the dispersed mass, turn it into—’
‘Copies of themselves, probably,’ Lobsang said. ‘The numbers are staggering. If they turned this whole world into a horde of beetles, each of which weighs as much as an adult human, say, then there could be as many as ten billion trillion of them, scattering in all directions. Far more beetles than there are stars in the Galaxy.’
Stan said, ‘And each one, in principle, capable of landing on a virgin world, and replicating away until it’s achieved the same damn thing again.’
‘All of which is why we needed to ensure the beetles didn’t spread into the Long Earth stepwise, that we contained them here. Otherwise—’
Sally smiled. ‘Otherwise, in a few years, the worlds of the Long Earth would be going up like a string of firecrackers, one by one.’ She mimed explosions with her fingers. ‘Poom! Poom! Poom! … And from each contaminated world the beetles will spread out to infect an entire Galaxy.’
Stan shook his head. ‘You know, I told my followers that above all they should do no harm. This world was inhabited, with a freight of life of its own, unique, irreplaceable. What kind of being would do this?’
‘Creatures like humans,’ Sally said bluntly. ‘That’s all. I don’t imagine you ever saw much of the Datum – of the mess we made of that, in the end.’
‘Humans also built cathedrals,’ Stan said softly.
Lobsang said, ‘Even with the beetles it might not be as black and white as that. There may have been a more innocent motive at the beginning, a drive for peaceful colonization. Perhaps these beetles are descended from units which – mutated. Went rogue. Maybe a programmed drive to be efficient, not to be wasteful of the resources they accessed, morphed into a commandment to use up all the resources in reach. Well, the places they transform will be tidy, but it will be the tidiness of death, of sterility. After all they don’t seem to be intrinsically evil; they even seem to have played with the children of New Springfield. It’s just that they got out of control.’
‘Garbage,’ Sally said. ‘You’re overthinking it, Lobsang. The beetles are just like us, and that’s that.’ She held out a plastic plate heaped with sandwiches. ‘Chicken or beef?’
Lobsang tentatively took a chicken. ‘There’s one option I need to inform you about,’ he said. ‘Before I have to use it.’
Sally, suspicious, glared at him. ‘Even now, you’ve got a stunt to pull, Lobsang?’
He pointed to the sky. ‘I could upload myself to one of the Cowley’s satellites. Transfer my seat of consciousness from this ambulant unit into space. Where it might survive even the final destruction of the planet—’
‘Do it,’ Stan said.
‘It would mean abandoning the two of you.’
‘To a last few minutes of fire and brimstone?’ Sally said. ‘So what? I agree, Lobsang. Keep observing for as long as you can. That’s why we came here.’
‘And if you ever get the chance,’ Stan said, ‘tell somebody.’
Lobsang nodded. ‘I’ll make it so.’
Stan said, ‘But if you’re leaving early, Lobsang—’
‘Yes?’
‘Can I have that last chicken sandwich?’
54
IN THE NEXT brief night Sally actually managed to sleep a little, her thin survival blanket over her body, her head on her backpack.