Infinity Beach - Jack McDevitt [46]
Lecterns had survived the advance of technology that rendered them obsolete because they served to provide a barrier behind which a speaker could hide. Kim disliked them for that reason: they blocked her off from her audience. Had she been able, she would have pushed it aside.
“Thank you, Dr. McKay,” she said. She went through the customary greetings, told a couple of jokes on herself, and described the one other time in her life she’d been aboard the Star Queen. “I was an intern with the Institute and we were scheduled to take a flight out to the physics lab on Lark. It happened that the Queen had just docked. It was in from Caribee. Just a detail, but I never forgot it. How far’s Caribee? Eighty-some light-years? They were letting visitors on board, and we had a little time, so we came in through that entrance over there. By the ferns. And into this hall. The captain and a couple of his officers were shaking hands with passengers, saying goodbye, and I tried to imagine how far they had come, how big the void was between Greenway and Caribee.
“We all know there was a time when people thought such a voyage could never happen. Not ever. The travel that we take for granted was once somebody’s dream.
“We launched an automated probe from Earth toward Alpha Centauri nine hundred years ago. Alpha Centauri, as I’m sure you know, is only four light-years from Sol. Four. But that probe is still en route. It’s not quite halfway there. And we ask ourselves, why did they bother? They were all going to be dead by the time the probe arrived. Dead for two thousand years. Why do we do these things?
“Why did we just explode Alpha Maxim? We too will be gone for thousands of years before any results can possibly come in.” She paused to sip from her glass of water. “I’ll tell you why. We launched the long probe to Alpha Centauri for the same reason we built the jump engines that powered the Queen: We don’t like horizons. We don’t like limits. We always want to see beyond them. We don’t stop at the water’s edge, do we? What is a beach to us but a place from which to launch ourselves at the future?”
Tripley seemed distracted. His eyes locked on a point somewhere up near the ceiling lights.
“We’re here this evening to celebrate the retirement of one of the symbols of that dream. The Queen has been carrying people and cargo among the Nine Worlds for a century and a half. She’s earned a rest. And it’s nice to know she’ll get that rest in a place where future generations can touch her. Can know at least a little of what she was about.”
She connected the Star Queen to the research ships operated by the Institute, mentioned Max Esterly’s contribution to jump engine technology, and ended with the assertion that the ships would continue to push the frontier outward. “Some of us wonder why the cosmos is so large, so inconceivably huge that we can never even see more than a fraction of it. No matter how powerful the telescope, there’s a universe of light out there that simply hasn’t had time to reach us. Fifteen billion years, and it still hasn’t gotten here. Well, maybe things are this way to reassure us, to let us know that no matter how far we go, there’ll always be a horizon to challenge. There’ll always be another bend in the river.”
Tripley returned from wherever he’d been, caught her watching him, and tried to adopt a look of congenial interest.
A number of people came up afterward to ask about current Institute projects, always a sign that a presentation had gone well. They talked about Beacon, and the president of the Greenway Travel Association, a lovely blond in green and white, wondered whether it wasn’t possible to do something similar in hyperspace, an all-points signal that would draw attention to itself, but which wouldn’t require two million years to get a response.
“The problem’s directional,” said Kim. “You can’t send a transmission that simply spreads out in all directions. Hyperspace communications have to be aimed. So, yes, if we