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Surfacing

SURFACING

WALTER JON WILLIAMS

Walter Jon Williams was born in Minnesota and now lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Regarded as

one of the hottest new talents in science fiction, Williams has sold stories to Isaac Asimov’s Science

Fiction Magazine, Omni, Far Frontiers, Wild Cards, and TTie Magazine of Fantasy and Science

Fiction. His novels include Ambassador of Progress, Knight Moves, Hardwired, The Crown Jewels, and

Voice of the Whirlwind. His most recent novels are House of Shards and Angel Station (out soon). His

story “Side Effects” was in our Third Annual Collection; his story “Video Star” was in our Fourth

Annual Collection; and “Dinosaurs” was in our Fifth Annual Collection.

Here he takes us sailing on mysterious alien seas on distant alien worlds, in search of elusive and

dangerous prey.

SURFACING

Walter Jon Williams

There was an alien on the surface of the planet. A Kyklops had teleported into Overlook Station, and

then flown down on the shuttle. Since, unlike humans, it could teleport without apparatus, presumably it

took the shuttle for the ride. The Kyklops wore a human body, controlled through an n-dimensional

interface, and took its pleasures in the human fashion.

The Kyklops expressed an interest in Anthony’s work, but Anthony avoided it: he stayed at sea and

listened to aliens of another kind.

Anthony wasn’t interested in meeting aliens who knew more than he did.

The boat drifted in a cold current and listened to the cries of the sea. A tall grey swell was rolling in

from the southwest, crossing with a wind-driven easterly chop. The boat tossed, caught in the confusion

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of wave patterns.

It was a sloppy ocean, somehow unsatisfactory. Marking a sloppy day.

Anthony felt a thing twist in his mind. Something that, in its own time, would lead to anger.

The boat had been out here, both in the warm current and then in the cold, for three days. Each more

unsatisfactory than the last.

The growing swell was being driven toward land by a storm that was breaking up fifty miles out to sea:

the remnants of the storm itself would arrive by midnight and make things even more unpleasant. Spray

feathered across the tops of the waves. The day was growing cold.

Spindrift pattered across Anthony’s shoulders. He ignored it, concentrated instead on the long, grating

harmonic moan picked up by the microphones his boat dangled into the chill current. The moan ended

on a series of clicks and trailed off. Anthony tapped his computer deck. A resolution appeared on the

screen. Anthony shaded his eyes from the pale sun and looked at it.

Anthony gazed stonily at the translation tree. “I am rising toward and thinking hungrily about the

slippery-tasting coordinates” actually made the most objective sense, but the righthand branch of the tree

was the most literal and most of what Anthony suspected was context had been lost. “I and the oily

current are in a state of motion toward one another” was perhaps more literal, but “We (the oily deep

and I) are in a cold state of mind” was perhaps equally valid.

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The boat gave a corkscrew lurch, dropped down the face of a swell, came to an abrupt halt at the end of

its drogue. Water slapped against the stern. A mounting screw, come loose from a bracket on the bridge,

fell and danced brightly across the deck.

The screw and the deck are in a state of relative motion, Anthony thought. The screw and the deck are in

a motion state of mind.

Wrong, he thought, there is no Other in the Dwellers’ speech.

We, I and the screw and the deck, are feeling cold.

We, I and the Dweller below, are in a state of mutual incomprehension.

A bad day, Anthony thought.

Inchoate anger burned deep inside him.

Anthony saved the translation and got up from his seat. He went to the bridge and told the boat to

retrieve the drogue and head for Cabo Santa Pola at flank speed. He then went below and found a bottle

of bourbon that had three good swallows left.

The trailing microphones continued to record the sonorous moans from below, the sound now mingled

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with the thrash of the boat’s screws.

The screw danced on the deck as the engines built up speed. Its state of mind was not recorded.

The video news, displayed above the bar, showed the Kyklops making his tour of the planet. The

Kyklops’ human body, male, was tall and blue-eyed and elegant. He made witty conversation and

showed off his naked chest as if he were proud of it. His name was Telamon.

His real body, Anthony knew, was a tenuous uncorporeal mass somewhere in n-dimensional space. The

human body had been grown for it to wear, to move like a puppet. The nth dimension was interesting

only to a mathematician: its inhabitants preferred wearing flesh.

Anthony asked the bartender to turn off the vid. The yacht club bar was called the Leviathan, and

Anthony hated the name. His creatures were too important, too much themselves, to be awarded a name

that stank of human myth, of human resonance that had nothing to do with the creatures themselves.

Anthony never called them Leviathans himself. They were Deep Dwellers.

There was a picture of a presumed Leviathan above the bar. Sometimes bits of matter were washed up

on shore, thin tenuous membranes, long tentacles, bits of phosphorescence, all encrusted with the local

equivalent of barnacles and infested with parasites. It was assumed the stuff had broken loose from the

larger Dweller, or were bits of one that had died. The artist had done his best and painted something that

looked like a whale covered with tentacles and seaweed.

The place had fake-nautical decor, nets, harpoons, flashing rods, and knick-knacks made from

driftwood, and the bar was regularly infected by tourists: that made it even worse. But the regular

bartender and the divemaster and the steward were real sailors, and that made the yacht club bearable,

gave him some company. His mail was delivered here as well.

Tonight the bartender was a substitute named Christopher: he was married to the owner’s daughter and

got his job that way. He was a fleshy, sullen man and no company.

We, thought Anthony, the world and I, are drinking alone. Anger burned in him, anger at the quality of

the day and the opacity of the Dwellers and the storm that beat brainlessly at the windows.

“Got the bastard!” A man was pounding the bar. “Drinks on me.” He was talking loudly, and he wore

gold rings on his fingers. Raindrops sparkled in his hair. He wore a flashing harness, just in case anyone

missed why he was here. Hatred settled in Anthony like poison in his belly.

“Got a thirty-foot flasher,” the man said. He pounded the bar again. “Me and Nick got it hung up

outside. Four hours. A four-hour fight!” “Why have a fight with something you can’t eat?” Anthony said.

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The man looked at him. He looked maybe twenty, but Anthony could tell he was old, centuries old

maybe. Old and vain and stupid, stupid as a boy. “It’s a game fish,” the man said.

Anthony looked into the fisherman’s eyes and saw a reflection of his own contempt. “You wanna fight,”

he said, “you wanna have a game, fight something smart. Not a dumb animal that you can outsmart, that

once you catch it will only rot and stink.”

That was the start.

Once it began, it didn’t take long. The man’s rings cut Anthony’s face, and Anthony was smaller and

lighter, but the man telegraphed every move and kept leading with his right. When it was over, Anthony

left him on the floor and stepped out into the downpour, stood alone in the hammering rain and let the

water wash the blood from his face. The whiskey and the rage were a flame that licked his nerves and

made them sing.

He began walking down the street. Heading for another bar.

GRACE(2) meant grace in the sense of physical grace, dexterity, harmony of motion, as opposed to

spiritual grace, which was GRACE(1). The Dweller that Anthony was listening to was engaged in a

dialogue with another, possibly the same known to the computer as 41, who might be named “Upwelling

Reflection,” but Deep Dweller naming systems seemed inconsistent, depending largely on a context that

was as yet opaque, and “upwelling reflection” might have to do with something else entirely.

Anthony suspected the Dweller had just said hello.

Salt water smarted on the cuts on Anthony’s face. His swollen knuckles

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Walter Jon Williams

pained him as he tapped the keys of his computer deck. He never suffered from hangover, and his mind

seemed filled with an exemplary clarity; he worked rapidly, with burning efficiency. His body felt

energized.

He was out of the cold Kirst Current today, in a warm, calm subtropical sea on the other side of the Las

Madres archipelago. The difference of forty nautical miles was astonishing.

The sun warmed his back. Sweat prickled on his scalp. The sea sparkled

under a violet sky.

The other Dweller answered.

Through his bare feet, Anthony could feel the subsonic overtones vibrating through the boat. Something

in the cabin rattled. The microphones recorded the sounds, raised the subsonics to an audible level,

played it back. The computer made its attempt.

A9140 was a phrase that, as yet, had no translation.

The Dweller language, Anthony had discovered, had no separation of subject and object; it was a trait in

common with the Earth cetaceans whose languages Anthony had first learned. “I swim toward the

island” was not a grammatical possibility: “I and the island are in a condition of swimming toward one

another” was the nearest possible approximation.

The Dwellers lived in darkness, and, like Earth’s cetaceans, in a liquid medium. Perhaps they were

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psychologically unable to separate themselves from their environment, from their fluid surroundings.

Never approaching the surface—it was presumed they could not survive in a non-pressurized

environment—they had no idea of the upper limit of their world.

They were surrounded by a liquid three-dimensional wholeness, not an air-earth-sky environment from

which they could consider themselves separate.

A high-pitched whooping came over the speakers, and Anthony smiled as he listened. The singer was

one of the humpbacks that he had imported to this planet, a male called The One with Two Notches on

His Starboard Fluke.

Two Notches was one of the brighter whales, and also the most playful. Anthony ordered his computer

to translate the humpback speech.

ANTHONY, I AND A PLACE OF BAD SMELLS HAVE FOUND ONE ANOTHER, BUT THIS HAS

NOT DETERRED OUR HUNGER.

The computer played back the message as it displayed the translation, and Anthony could understand

more context from the sound of the original speech: that Two Notches was floating in a cold layer

beneath the bad smell, and that the bad smell was methane or something like it—humans couldn’t smell

methane, but whales could. The over-literal translation was an aid only, to remind Anthony of idioms he

might have forgotten.

Anthony’s name in humpback was actually He Who Has Brought Us to the Sea of Rich Strangeness, but

the computer translated it simply. Anthony tapped his reply.

What is it that stinks, Two Notches?

SOME KIND OF HORRID JELLYFISH. WERE THEY-AND-I FEEDING, THEY-AND-I WOULD

SPIT ONE ANOTHER OUT. 1/ THEY WILL GIVE THEM/ME A NAME: THEY/ME ARE THE

JELLYFISH THAT SMELL LIKE INDIGESTION.

That is a good name, Two Notches.

I AND A SMALL BOAT DISCOVERED EACH OTHER EARLIER TODAY. WE ITCHED, SO WE

SCRATCHED OUR BACK ON THE BOAT. THE HUMANS AND I WERE STARTLED. WE HAD

A GOOD LAUGH TOGETHER IN SPITE OF OUR HUNGER.

Meaning that Two Notches had risen under the boat, scratched his back on it, and terrified the

passengers witless. Anthony remembered the first time this had happened to him back on Earth, a vast

female humpback rising up without warning, one long scalloped fin breaking the water to port, the rest

of the whale to starboard, thrashing in cetacean delight as it rubbed itself against a boat half its length.

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Anthony had clung to the gunwale, horrified by what the whale could do to his boat, but still exhilarated,

delighted at the sight of the creature and its glorious joy.

Still, Two Notches ought not to play too many pranks on the tourists.

We should he careful, Two Notches. Not all humans possess our sense of humor, especially if they are

hungry.

WE WERE BORED, ANTHONY. MATING IS OVER, FEEDING HAS NOT BEGUN. ALSO, IT

WAS NICK’S BOAT THAT GOT SCRATCHED. IN OUR OPINION NICK AND I ENJOYED

OURSELVES, EVEN THOUGH WE WERE HUNGRY, :.

Hunger and food seemed to be the humpback subtheme of the day. Humpback songs, like the human,

were made up of text and chorus, the chorus repeating itself, with variations, through the message.

/ and Nick will ash each other and find out, as we feed.

Anthony tried to participate in the chorus/response about food, but he found himself continually

frustrated at his clumsy phrasing. Fortunately the whales were tolerant of his efforts.

HAVE WE LEARNED ANYTHING ABOUT THE ONES THAT SWIM DEEP AND DO NOT

BREATHE AND FEED ON OBSCURE THINGS?

Not yet, Two Notches. Something has interrupted us in our hungry quest

A CONDITION OF MISFORTUNE EXISTS, LIKE UNTO HUNGER. WE MUST LEARN TO BE

QUICKER.

We will try, Two Notches. After we eat.

WE WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK TO THE DEEP DWELLERS NOW, AND FEED WITH THEM, BUT

WE MUST BREATHE.

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We will speak to ourselves another time, after feeding.

WE ARE IN A CONDITION OF HUNGER, ANTHONY. WE MUST EAT SOON.

We will remember our hunger and make plans.

The mating and calving season for the humpbacks was over. Most of the whales were already heading

north to their summer feeding grounds, where they would do little but eat for six months. Two Notches

and one of the other males had remained in the vicinity of Las Madres as a favor to Anthony, who used

them to assist in locating the Deep Dwellers, but soon—in a matter of days—the pair would have to

head north. They hadn’t eaten anything for nearly half a year; Anthony didn’t want to starve them.

But when the whales left, Anthony would be alone—again—with the Deep Dwellers. He didn’t want to

think about that.

The system’s second sun winked across the waves, rising now. It was a white dwarf and emitted

dangerous amounts of X-rays. The boat’s falkner generator, triggered by the computer, snapped on a

field that surrounded the boat and guarded it from energetic radiation. Anthony felt the warmth on his

shoulders decrease. He turned his attention back to the Deep Dwellers.

A blaze of delight rose in Anthony. The Dwellers, he realized, had overheard his conversation with Two

Notches, and were commenting on it. Furthermore, he knew, A9140 probably was a verb form having to

do with hearing—the Dwellers had a lot of them. “I/You hear the shrill sounds from above” might do as

a working translation, and although he had no idea how to translate C22, he suspected it was a comment

on the sounds. In a fever, Anthony began to work. As he bent over his keys he heard, through water and

bone, the sound of Two Notches singing.

The Milky Way was a dim watercolor wash overhead. An odd twilight hung over Las Madres, a near-

darkness that marked the hours when only the dwarf star was in the sky, providing little visible light but

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still pouring out X-rays. Cabo Santa Pola lay in a bright glowing crescent across the boat’s path. Music

drifted from a waterfront tavern, providing a counterpoint to the Deep Dweller speech that still rang in

Anthony’s head. A familiar figure waited on the dock, standing beneath the yellow lamp that marked

Anthony’s slip. Anthony waved and throttled the boat back.

A good day. Even after the yellow sun had set, Anthony still felt in a sunny mood. A9140 had been

codified as “listen(H),” meaning listen solely in the sense of listening to a sound that originated from far

outside the Dwellers’ normal sphere—from outside their entire universe, in fact, which spoke volumes

for the way the Dwellers saw themselves in relation to their world. They knew something else was up

there, and their speech could make careful distinction between the world they knew and could perceive

directly and the one they didn’t. C22 was a descriptive term involving patterning: the Dwellers realized

that the cetacean speech they’d been hearing wasn’t simply random. Which spoke rather well for their

cognition.

Anthony turned the boat and backed into the slip. Nick Kanellopoulos, whom the humpbacks called The

One Who Chases Bad-Tasting Fish, took the sternline that Anthony threw him and tied it expertly to a

cleat. Anthony shut off the engines, took a bowline, and hopped to the dock. He bent over the cleat and

made his knot.

“You’ve gotta stop beating up my customers, Anthony,” Nick said.

Anthony said nothing.

“You even send your damn whales to harass me.”

Anthony jumped back into the boat and stepped into the cabin for a small canvas bag that held his gear

and the data cubes containing the Dweller’s conversation. When he stepped back out of the cabin, he

saw Nick standing on one foot, the other poised to step into the boat. Anthony gave Nick a look and

Nick pulled his foot back. Anthony smiled. He didn’t like people on his boat.

“Dinner?” he asked.

Nick gazed at him. A muscle moved in the man’s cheek. He was dapper, olive-skinned, about a century

old, the second-youngest human on the planet. He looked in his late teens. He wore a personal falkner

generator on his belt that protected him from the dwarf’s X-rays.

“Dinner. Fine.” His brown eyes were concerned. “You look like hell, Anthony.”

Anthony rubbed the stubble on his cheeks. “I feel on top of the world,” he said.

“Half the time you don’t even talk to me. I don’t know why I’m eating supper with you.“

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