OTHER NOVELS BY JOHN SCALZI
Agent to the Stars
Old Man’s War
The Android’s Dream
The Ghost Brigades
The Last Colony
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
ZOE’S TALE
Copyright © 2008 by John Scalzi
All rights reserved.
Edited by Patrick Nielsen Hayden
A Tor Book
Published by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Scalzi, John, 1969-
Zoe’s tale / John Scalzi.-1st ed.
p. cm.
“A Tom Doherty Associates Book.”
ISBN-13: 978-0-7653-1698-1
ISBN-lO: 0-7653-1698-6
1. Teenage girls-Fiction. 2. Space warfare-Fiction. 3. Life on other planets—Fiction. 4. Space colonies-Fiction. I. Title.
PS3619.C256 Z64 2008
813'.6-dc22
2008020045
Printed in the United States of America
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For Karen Meisner and Anne KG Murphy
And most especially for Athena.
CONTENTS
Prologue
Part I
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Part II
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Part III
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Acknowledgments
Biography
PROLOGUE
I lifted up my dad’s PDA and counted off the seconds with the two thousand other people in the room.
“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!”
And then there was no noise, because everyone’s attention—and I mean everyone’s—was glued to the monitors peppered around the Magellan’s common area. The screens, which had held starry skies in them, were blank and black, and everyone was holding their breath, waiting for what came next.
A world appeared, green and blue.
And we all went insane.
Because it was our world. It was Roanoke, our new home. We would be the first people to land there, the first people to settle there, the first people to live our lives there. And we celebrated seeing it for that first time, we two thousand settlers of Roanoke, all crammed into that common area, hugging and kissing and singing “Auld Lang Syne,” because, well, what else do you sing when you come to a new world? A new world, new beginnings, a new year, a new life. New everything. I hugged my best friend Gretchen and we hollered into the microphone I had been using to count down the seconds, and hopped up and down like idiots.
When we stopped hopping, a whisper in my ear. “So beautiful,” Enzo said.
I turned to look at him, at this gorgeous, beautiful boy who I was seriously considering making my boyfriend. He was a perfect combination: heart-flutteringly pretty and apparently entirely ignorant of the fact, because he’d been spending the last week trying to charm me with his words, of all things. Words! Like he didn’t get the teenage boy manual on how to be completely inarticulate around girls.
I appreciated the effort. And I appreciated the fact that when he whispered his words, he was looking at me and not the planet. I glanced over at my parents about six meters away, kissing to celebrate the arrival. That seemed like a good idea. I reached my hand behind Enzo’s head to draw him to me and planted one right on his lips. Our first kiss. New world, new life, new boyfriend.
What can I say. I was caught up in the moment.
Enzo didn’t complain. “‘O brave new world, that has such people in it,’” he said, after I let him breathe again.
I smiled at him, my arms still around his neck. “You’ve been saving that up,” I said.
“Maybe,” he admitted. “I wanted you to have a quality first kiss moment.”
See. Most sixteen-year-old boys would have used a kiss as an excuse to dive straight for the boobs. He used it as an excuse for Shakespeare. A girl could do worse.
“You’re adorable,” I said, kissed him again, then gave him a playful push and launched myself into my parents, breaking up their canoodling and demanding their attention. The two of them were our colony’s leaders, and soon enough they would barely have time to breathe. It was best I get in some quality time while I could. We hugged and laughed and then Gretchen yanked me back toward her.
“Look what I have,” she said, and thrust her PDA in my face. It showed a vidcap of me and Enzo kissing.
“You evil little thing,” I said.
“It’s amazing,” Gretchen said. “It actually looks like you’re trying to swallow his entire face.”
“Stop it,” I said.
“See? Look,” Gretchen tapped a button, and the vidcap played in slow motion. “Right there. You’re mauling him. Like his lips were made of chocolate.”
I was trying very hard not to laugh, because she was actually right about that. “Wench,” I said. “Give me that.” I snatched the PDA from her with one hand, erased the file, and handed it back. “There. Thank you.”
“Oh, no,” Gretchen said, mildly, taking the PDA.
“Learned your lesson about violating the privacy of others?” I said.
“Oh, yes,” Gretchen said.
“Good,” I said. “Of course, you already forwarded it to everyone we know before you showed it to me, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” Gretchen said, and put her hand to her mouth, eyes wide.
“Evil,” I said, admiringly.
“Thank you,” Gretchen said, and curtsied.
“Just remember I know where you live,” I said.
“For the rest of our lives,” Gretchen said, and then we did embarrassingly girly squeals and had another hug. Living the rest of your life with the same two thousand people ran the risk of being dead-bang boring, but not with Gretchen around.
We unhugged and then I looked around to see who else I wanted to celebrate with. Enzo was hovering in the background, but he was smart enough to know that I’d get back to him. I looked over and saw Savitri Guntupalli, my parents’ assistant, conferring with my dad very seriously about something. Savitri: She was smart and capable and could be wicked funny, but she was always working. I got between her and Dad and demanded a hug. Yes, I was all about the hugs. But, you know, look: You only get to see your new world for the first time once.
“Zoë,” Dad said, “can I have my PDA back?”
I had taken Dad’s PDA because he’d set the exact time the Magellan would skip from the Phoenix system to Roanoke, and used it to count off the last few minutes before the jump. I had my own PDA, of course; it was in my pocket. No doubt the vid-cap of me smooching Enzo was waiting for me in my in-box, just like it was in the in-boxes of all our friends. I made a note to myself to plot revenge against Gretchen. Sweet, merciless revenge. Involving witnesses. And farm animals. But for now I gave Dad back his PDA, gave him a peck on his cheek, and found my way back to Enzo.
“So,” Enzo said, and smiled. God, he was even charming when monosyllabic.
The rational part of my brain was lecturing me about how infatuation makes everything seem better than it is; the irrational part (meaning, most of me) was telling the rational part to get well and truly stuffed.
“So,” I said back, not nearly as charmingly, but Enzo didn’t seem to notice.
“I was talking to Magdy,” Enzo said.
“Uh-oh,” I said.
“Magdy’s not so bad,” Enzo said.
“Sure, for certain values of ‘not so bad,’ meaning ‘bad,’” I said.
“And he said that he was talking to some of the Magellan crew,” Enzo said, forging along (charmingly). “They told him about an observation lounge on the crew level that’s usually empty. He says we could get a great view of the planet there.”
I glanced over Enzo’s shoulder, where Magdy was talking animatedly to Gretchen (or at her, depending on one’s point of view). “I don’t think the planet is what he’s hoping to view,” I said.
Enzo glanced back. “Maybe not,” he said. “Although to be fair to Magdy, certain people aren’t exactly trying hard not to be viewed.”
I crooked an eyebrow at that; it was true enough, although I knew Gretchen was more into the flirting than anything else. “And what about you?” I said. “What are you hoping to see?”
Enzo smiled and held up his hands, disarmingly. “Zoë,” he said. “I just got to kiss you. I think I want to work on that a little more before moving on to anything else.”
“Ooh, nicely said,” I said. “Do these lines work on all the girls?”
“You’re the first girl I’ve tried them on,” Enzo said. “So you’ll have to let me know.”
I actually blushed, and gave him a hug. “So far, so good,” I said.
“Good,” Enzo said. “Also, you know. I’ve seen your bodyguards. I don’t think I want them to use me for target practice.”
“What?” I said, mock-shocked. “You’re not frightened of Hickory and Dickory, are you? They’re not even here.” Actually, Enzo has a perfectly good reason to be utterly terrified of Hickory and Dickory, who were already vaguely suspicious of him and would happily cycle him out an airlock if he did anything stupid with me. But there was no reason to let him know that yet. Good rule of thumb: When your relationship is minutes old, don’t freak out the new squeeze.
And anyway, Hickory and Dickory were sitting out this celebration. They were aware they made most of the humans nervous.
“I was actually thinking of your parents,” Enzo said. “Although they seem to be missing, too.” Enzo motioned with his head to where John and Jane had been standing a few minutes before; now neither of them were there. I saw Savitri leaving the common area as well, as if she suddenly had someplace to be.
“I wonder where they went,” I said, mostly to myself.
“They’re the colony leaders,” Enzo said. “Maybe now they have to start working.”
“Maybe,” I said. It was unusual for either John or Jane to disappear without telling me where they were going; it was just a common courtesy. I fought back the urge to message them on my PDA.
“So, the observation lounge,” Enzo said, getting himself back to the topic at hand. “You want to check it out?”
“It’s on the crew deck,” I said. “You think we might get in trouble?”
“Maybe,” Enzo said. “But what can they do? Make us walk the plank? At worst they’ll just tell us to get lost. And until then we’ll have a heck of a view.”
“All right,” I said. “But if Magdy turns into all tentacles, I’m leaving. There are some things I don’t need to see.”
Enzo laughed. “Fair enough,” he said, and I snuggled into him a little. This new boyfriend thing was turning out just fine.
We spent some more time celebrating with our friends and their families. Then, after things had settled down enough, we followed Magdy and Gretchen through the Magellan and toward the crew observation lounge. I thought sneaking into the crew area might be a problem; not only was it easy, but a crew member coming out of an entrance held it open for us.
“Security is not a huge issue here on the Magellan,” Gretchen said, back to me and Enzo, then looked down at our clasped hands and smiled at me. She was evil, sure, but she was also happy for me.
The observation lounge was where it was advertised to be, but alas for Magdy’s nefarious plans, it was not empty as promised; four Magellan crew members sat at a table, intent in a conversation. I glanced over to Magdy, who looked like he had just swallowed a fork. I found this rather amusing myself. Poor, poor Magdy. Frustration became him.
“Look,” Enzo said, and still holding my hand, guided me to a huge observation window. Roanoke filled the view, gorgeously green, fully illuminated with her sun behind us, more breathtaking in person than she was on the monitors. Seeing something with your own eyes makes a difference.
It was the most beautiful thing I think I’d ever seen. Roanoke. Our world.
“Wrong place,” I heard, barely, from the conversation at the table to the left of me.
I glanced over at the table. The four Magellan crew there were so engaged in their conversation and so closed in to each other that it looked like most of their bodies were actually on the table rather than in their seats. One of the crew was sitting with his back to me, but I could see the other three, two men and a woman. The expression on their faces was grim.
I have a habit of listening in to other people’s conversations. It’s not a bad habit unless you get caught. The way not to get caught is to make sure it looks like your attention is somewhere else. I dropped my hand from Enzo’s and took a step toward the observation lounge window. This got me closer to the table while at the same time keeping Enzo from whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I kept myself visually intent on Roanoke.
“You don’t just miss,” one of the crew members was saying. “And the captain sure as hell doesn’t. He could put the Magellan in orbit around a pebble if he wanted to.”
The crew member with his back to me said something low, which I couldn’t hear.
“That’s crap,” said the first crew member. “How many ships have actually gone missing in the last twenty years? In the last fifty? No one gets lost anymore.”
“What are you thinking?”
I jumped, which made Enzo jump. “Sorry,” he said, as I turned to give him an exasperated look. I put a finger to my lips to shush him, and then motioned with my eyes at the table now behind me. Enzo glanced behind me and saw the table. What? he mouthed. I shook my head a tiny bit to tell him he shouldn’t distract me anymore. He gave me a strange look. I took his hand again to let him know I wasn’t upset with him, but then focused my attention back to the table.
“—calm. We don’t know anything yet,” said another voice, this one belonging (I think) to the woman. “Who else knows about this?”
Another mutter from the crew member facing away from me.
“Good. We need to keep it that way,” she said. “I’ll clamp down on things in my department if I hear anything, but it only works if we all do it.”
“It won’t stop the crew from talking,” said someone else.
“No, but it’ll slow down the rumors, and that’s good enough until we know what’s really happened,” the woman said.
Yet another mutter.
“Well, if it’s true, then we have bigger problems, don’t we?” said the woman, and all the strain she was experiencing was suddenly clear in her voice. I shuddered a little; Enzo felt it through my hand and looked at me, concerned. I gave him a serious hug. It meant losing the rest of the conversational thread, but at the moment, it’s what I wanted. Priorities change.
There was the sound of chairs pushing back. I turned and the crew members—it was pretty clear they were actually officers—were already heading toward the door. I broke away from Enzo to get the attention of the one closest to me, the one who had had his back to me earlier. I tapped him on the shoulder; he turned and seemed very surprised to see me.
“Who ar
e you?” he said.
“Has something happened to the Magellan?” I asked. The best way to learn stuff is not to get distracted, for example, by questions relating to one’s identity.
The man actually scowled, which is something I’d read about but had never actually seen someone do, until now. “You were listening to our conversation.”
“Is the ship lost?” I asked. “Do we know where we are? Is something wrong with the ship?”
He took a step back, like the questions were actually hitting him. I should have taken a step forward and pressed him.
I didn’t. He regained his footing and looked past me to Enzo and Gretchen and Magdy, who were all looking at us. Then he realized who we were, and straightened up. “You kids aren’t supposed to be here. Get out, or I’ll have ship’s security throw you out. Get back to your families.” He turned to go.
I reached toward him again. “Sir, wait,” I said. He ignored me and walked out of the lounge.
“What’s going on?” Magdy asked me, from across the room. “I don’t want to get in trouble because you’ve pissed off some random crew member.”
I shot Magdy a look, and turned to look out the window again. Roanoke still hung there, blue and green. But suddenly not as beautiful. Suddenly unfamiliar. Suddenly threatening.
Enzo put his hand on my shoulder. “What is it, Zoë?” he said.
I kept staring out the window. “I think we’re lost,” I said.
“Why?” Gretchen asked. She had come up beside me. “What were they talking about?”
“I couldn’t hear it all,” I said. “But it sounded like they were saying we’re not where we’re supposed to be.” I pointed to the planet. “That this isn’t Roanoke.”
“That’s crazy,” Magdy said.
“Of course it’s crazy,” I said. “Doesn’t mean it might not be true.” I pulled out my PDA from my pocket and tried to connect with Dad. No answer. I tried connecting to Mom.
No answer.
“Gretchen,” I said. “Would you try calling your dad?” Gretchen’s dad was on the colonial council my parents headed up.
“He’s not answering,” she said, after a minute.
“It doesn’t mean anything bad,” Enzo said. “We did just skip to a new planet. Maybe they’re busy with that.”