
Death on VenusBen BovaMy name is Van Humphries. I will be the first human
being to reach the hell-hot surface of the planet Venus, or I will die in the
attempt.My father gave me no other choice.All my life my father had looked
down on me; despised me and my illness, sneeringly called me "Runt." Sick from
birth, I’d been born with a form of pernicious anemia because of my mother’s
drug addiction. She had died giving birth to me, and my father blamed me for
her death. He claimed she was the only woman he had ever truly loved, and I
had killed her.Father--Martin Humphries--lived in Selene City on the Moon
where he played his chosen roles of interplanetary tycoon; megabillionaire;
hell-raising, womanizing, ruthless corrupt giant of industry; founder and head
of Humphries Space Systems, Inc.My older brother, Alex, was the apple of
Father’s eye. But three years ago Alex was killed on the first human mission
to Venus. His ship entered the clouds that totally cover our sister planet,
but never came out again."It should’ve been you, Runt!" Father howled when
we got the news. "It should’ve been you who died, not Alex."Father stewed in
helpless fury for months, then suddenly announced that he would give a
ten-billion-dollar prize to whoever returned Alex’s remains to him.Ten
billion dollars! I would have thought that half the world would leap at the
chance to claim the prize. But then I realized that no one in his right mind
would dare to try.As beautiful as Venus appears in our skies, the planet
itself is the most hellish place in the solar system. The ground is hot enough
to melt aluminum. The air pressure is so high it has crushed spacecraft
landers as if they were flimsy cardboard cartons. The sky is perpetually
covered from pole to pole with clouds of sulfuric acid. The atmosphere is a
choking mixture of carbon dioxide and sulfurous gases.But Martin Humphries
wanted his son’s remains returned to him. So he offered his ten-billion-dollar
prize.And he did one other thing. He cut off my stipend, as of my
twenty-fifth birthday. On that date I became penniless.I had loved Alex, the
big brother who’d protected me as best as he could from Father’s cruel
disdain. I decided that I would go to Venus and find his remains.If I was
successful, I would be financially secure and independent of Father for the
rest of my life.If I failed, I would join Alex on the red-hot surface of
Venus.I was not the only desperate one aiming for the prize money, I
discovered. Lars Fuchs, a "rock rat" from the Asteroid Belt, was also on his
way to Venus. From what Father told me, Fuchs was a monster. I had never seen
my father look so disturbed about anyone. My father hated Lars Fuchs, that was
apparent. He was also quite clearly afraid of him.* * *We travelled from
Earth orbit to Venus orbit in a converted freighter named Truax. Tethered to
the shabby old bucket was Hesperos, the craft that we would ride into the
clouds of Venus and down to the planet’s surface. Hesperos was small but
efficient, a cross between a dirigible and submarine that would glide through
Venus’ thick clouds and carry us all the way down to the ground, where the
atmospheric pressure was about the same as the pressure of ocean water more
than a kilometer below the surface.I had wanted Tomas Rodriguez to captain
Hesperos, but Father had insisted on putting one of his former mistresses in
charge, Desiree Duchamp. Tomas reluctantly accepted being bumped to
second-in-command. Captain Duchamp, in turn, brought her daughter along.
Marguerite was a biologist, of all things. Who needed a biologist on a planet
as dead and devastated as Venus?I soon found out two things: Captain Duchamp
wanted her daughter with her because my lecherous father had his eye on her.
And Marguerite Duchamp was a clone of her mother.As Marguerite explained to
me, "Mother’s always said she’s never met a man she’d trust to father a child
with her. So she cloned herself and had the embryo implanted in herself. Eight
and a half months later I was born."It was a tense two months, going from
Earth to Venus. At last the day arrived when we were to transfer from Truax to
Hesperos, leaving the old freighter in orbit with a skeleton crew aboard
her.* * *I took one last look at my stateroom. When we had boarded Truax
the single room had seemed rather cramped and decidedly shabby to me. Over the
nine weeks of our flight to Venus, though, I’d grown accustomed to having my