the First Ones here, and itâs not going to help matters to waste the shipâs resources by going off on a wild goose chase to the end of the Universe.â
Most of the others at the table nodded in agreement at that and went back to placidly eating their dinners.
By the time Joorn got back to his quarters, the relay satellite had risen over the horizon and his screen was blinking impatiently to tell him that his call could go through. Alten picked up almost immediately.
âWhatâs up, Father?â
âCan you get back to the ship before the weekend rush?â
Altenâs voice was reluctant. âWell, weâre not quite finished here, but I suppose I could leave Daryl in charge. Why? Whatâs happening?â
âIâd like you to be here for the Council meeting on Freeday. Karnâs up to something, and Iâd like you to hear what he says.â
âIâm just a lowly engineer these days, Father. Karnâs still the big cheese in the astrophysics department.â
âYou were quite a Karn disciple in your youth, as I recall. His protégé, in fact. Youâre capable of following his thought processes much better than I can. Besides, as an astrophysicist yourself, you could clear up any confusion he might stir up at the meeting.â
Alten laughed. âIâm still a youth, relatively speaking. And no longer an astrophysicist. That part of our hegiraâs over, and itâs time to get down to business. Weâre here, and the daydreams are over.â
âYou sound like an Endgamist,â Joorn said reproachfully.
Alten grew serious. âIâd like to return to Earth too, Father. At least to its former neighborhood. You know that. But it isnât practical. Earthâll be goneâits charred remnants taken out of the baking oven and the oven left to cool off. And the neighborhood will be gone to hell. This is what weâve got now, and there are things to do here.â
âDonât you think I know that?â Joorn snapped. He got himself under control again. âIâm resigned to following the will of the majority, but until theyâve finished nibbling away at Timeâs Beginning , Iâll continue to advocate for turning it over to the Homegoing party. But Karnâs up to some mischief.â
âThereâs nothing he can do, Father. His factionâs smaller than yours.â
âIâd like you to come anyway. If Karn succeeds in swaying any of the Council members to his way of thinking, it can only hurt our cause.â
There was a pause at the other end. âAll right, Father. Iâll book myself on the shuttle for tomorrowâs flight.â
The meeting hall was still unfinished. In ten or fifteen years there would begin to be lumber from actual trees, but until then the colony was making do with composites formulated from feeder stock provided by the local carbon-based vegetation, gigantic fernlike fronds that hadnât yet developed woody stems. There were stacks of new panels waiting to be installed, scaffolding everywhere, and irregular rows of folding chairs cannibalized from one of the habitats still in orbit. There was a lingering smell of synthetic resins, which together with the slightly higher oxygen content of Rebirthâs atmosphere, gave one a mildly heady feeling.
Joorn and Alten were seated with several committee members in the front row, while the Council was arranged on a makeshift platform. Karn, sitting opposite their table, was holding forth.
âTo answer that,â he was telling one of the Councilors, âIâd like to remind you why we ended up here in the first place.â
With his legs crossed, Karn looked quite relaxed and in command of the situation. But then, Karn had always been a bit of a con artist at meetings. It was one of the reasons he had risen so quickly in the scientific community when he was young.
âThere he goes,â Joorn