“We’ve been diverting energy since the Eldest system began, actually. We need it for the internal function of the ship. The solar lamp alone isn’t strong enough anymore. ”
I force myself to meet Marae’s eyes. “So where are we?”
Marae shakes her head, thrown off by my question. “What do you mean?”
“How far away are we from Centauri-Earth? If we’ve been stopped for . . . for so long, then our projected planet-landing is . . . inaccurate, to say the least. So, how far away are we?”
“We don’t know,” Marae says. “We cannot be concerned with planet-landing now. We have to hold Godspeed together. ”
The authority in her tone—the way she has given me an order—claws up my spine. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” I command. “One of you will be assigned to navigation. Exclusively. If we know how far away we are, we’ll know how big a fix we need to do on the engine. Maybe we can make the ship limp along, long enough to reach the planet. Maybe eventually we’ll have to discuss more drastic measures. ” I level my gaze on Marae. “But we are going to focus more on making this ship actually reach Centauri-Earth. ”
Second Shipper Shelby opens her mouth to speak, but Marae throws her hand up first to stop her. “I’ll do it myself,” she says, “but first, we want to make a request of you. ”
The way she says “request” makes it feel much more like a demand, but I nod anyway.
“We want the Feeders to be put back on Phydus. ”
My hand slips into my pocket. For a moment, I wonder if Marae knows that I’ve carried the wires from the Phydus machine with me every day since Amy ripped them out three months ago.
“No,” I say, firmly, as much to myself as to them.
“It wouldn’t be hard to fix the Phydus machine,” Marae says. “In fact, Second Shipper Shelby has already done a preliminary repair report—”
Marae holds her hand out, and Shelby gives her another floppy already flashing with a mechanical diagram.
I glance down at the floppy. It would be an easy fix. An easy fix—and an easy solution. A little bit of Phydus—maybe not even as much as Eldest used before . . . we could eliminate a lot of the conflicts we’re having . . . get people back to working without fuss . . .
“No,” I say adamantly, my voice low. “We’re not using the pumps. ”
“It doesn’t have to be through the pumps,” Marae says. “Doc’s been working on some med patches for us using the Phydus compound. ”
I cut her off. “No one needs Phydus. ”
Marae’s lips tighten. She reaches across me and swipes her finger across the top of the floppy. The mechanical diagrams are replaced with a line chart. “Productivity decreased by ten percent the first week the Feeders were off Phydus. It’s down to nearly thirty percent now, and there seems to be no indication that it will rise again. ” She offers me the floppy, but I don’t take it. “Our food supplies are dangerously low. This is a primary concern, but we’re running out of other necessities, such as clothing, as well. ”
I open my mouth to speak, but she continues in an even voice. “We have crime now. Never had it before. But now we do. Domestic violence, theft, vandalism. With Phydus—”
And there it is. Doubt. They trust the drug more than me.
“I’ll take care of the
people,” I say, my voice firm. “You take care of the ship. ”
“But Eld—Elder,” Marae says, resting one slender hand on my arm. “Why bother? They don’t need to be anything but workers. We don’t need them to be anything else. ”
“I understand what you’re saying. ” I grip the edges of the floppy.
I don’t tell her that I’ve thought of all of this before.
I don’t tell her that’s why I carry the wires to the Phydus machine around in my pocket every day.
Instead, I say, “What we need is a police force. Like they had on Sol-Earth. I need people who I can trust, who can help me ensure that everything runs smoothly. ”
Marae stands straighter. “A poe-leez force?”
This time, I’m the one who swipes the floppy and starts tapping on the screen. After a moment, I hand her an article about police and social sciences. She scans it briefly, then hands it to Shelby.
“Basically, I need people who can help enforce the rules. Investigate crime, stop people from doing wrong. If there’s trouble, I’ll need backup. ”