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The Cold Equations

Tom Godwin

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this

book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is

purely coincidental.

The Survivors was first published by Gnome Press in 1958, and reissued in

1960 by Pyramid Books under the title Space Prison. "The Harvest" was

first published in Venture in July, 1957. "Brain Teaser" was first published

in If in October, 1956. "Mother of Invention" was first published in

Astounding in December, 1953. "—And Devious the Line of Duty" was

first published in Analog in December, 1962. "Empathy" was first

published in Fantastic in October, 1959. "No Species Alone" was first

published in Universe in November, 1954. "The Gulf Between" was first

published in Astounding in October, 1953. "The Cold Equations" was first

published in Astounding in August, 1954.

thereof in any form.

A Baen Books Original

Baen Publishing Enterprises

P.O. Box 1403

Riverdale, NY 10471

www.baen.com

ISBN: 0-7434-3601-6

Cover art by Clyde Caldwell

First printing, April 2003

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Godwin, Tom.

The cold equations & other stories / by Tom Godwin ; edited and

compiled by Eric Flint.

p. cm.

ISBN 0-7434-3601-6 (pbk.)

1. Science fiction, American. 2. Space flight—Fiction. I. Title:

Cold

equations and other stories. II. Flint, Eric. III. Title.

PS3557.O3175C65 2003

813'.54—dc21 2002043995

Distributed by Simon & Schuster

1230 Avenue of the Americas

New York, NY 10020

Production by Windhaven Press, Auburn, NH

Printed in the United States of America

Preface

by Barry Malzberg

The title story of this volume, "The Cold Equations," is perhaps the most famous and

controversial of all science fiction short stories. When it first appeared in the August

1954 issue of Astounding, it generated more mail from readers than any story previously

published in the magazine. Since then, it has been reprinted thousands of times (almost

all college courses on science fiction routinely include it on reading lists). It has been the

basis of a television movie and a Twilight Zone episode, and prior to that had been

adapted for radio and television many, many times.

Its impact remains. In the late l990's it was the subject of a furious debate in the

intellectually ambitious (or simply pretentious; you decide) New York Review of Science

Fiction in which the story was anatomized as anti-feminist, proto-feminist, hard-edged

realism, squishy fantasy for the self-deluded, misogynistic past routine pathology, crypto-

fascist, etc., etc. One correspondent suggested barely-concealed pederasty.

The debaters' affect over a story more than four decades old was extraordinary, and

the debate did not end so much as it kind of expired from exhaustion. Godwin's adoptive

daughter, Diane Sullivan, said in conclusion that Godwin himself had always felt women

were "To be loved and protected" and A.J. Budrys in a similarly funerary tone noted that

" 'The Cold Equations' was the best short story that Godwin ever wrote and he didn't

write it."

But, of course, he did. I'll have more to say about the history of the short story in my

afterword (see below), but for now that's enough. Here, in one volume, are the best

writings of Tom Godwin. It begins with his most popular novel, The Survivors, and

closes with his legendary story, "The Cold Equations."

THE SURVIVORS

Editor's note: This is my personal favorite of all of Godwin's writings.

Some of my fondness for this short novel, I'll admit, is perhaps simply

nostalgia. The first two science fiction novels I ever read were Robert

Heinlein's Citizen of the Galaxy and . . . this one. Between them, the two

stories instilled a love of science fiction in a thirteen-year-old boy which

has now lasted for more than four decades. But leaving that aside, I think

this story more than any other captures those themes which recur

constantly in Godwin's fiction: the value of courage and loyalty.

Godwin had a grim side to him, which is reflected in The Survivors as it is

in most of his stories, but—also as in most—it is ultimately a story of

triumph. More so, in some ways, than in any other science fiction novel

I've ever read.

Eric Flint

Part 1

For seven weeks the Constellation had been plunging through hyperspace with her

eight thousand colonists; fleeing like a hunted thing with her communicators silenced and

her drives moaning and thundering. Up in the control room, Irene had been told, the

needles of the dials danced against the red danger lines day and night.

She lay in bed and listened to the muffled, ceaseless roar of the drives and felt the

singing vibration of the hull. We should be almost safe by now, she thought. Athena is

only forty days away.

Thinking of the new life awaiting them all made her too restless to lie still any longer.

She got up, to sit on the edge of the bed and switch on the light. Dale was gone—he had

been summoned to adjust one of the machines in the ship's X-ray room—and Billy was

asleep, nothing showing of him above the covers but a crop of brown hair and the furry

nose of his ragged teddy bear.

She reached out to straighten the covers, gently, so as not to awaken him. It happened

then, the thing they had all feared.

From the stern of the ship came a jarring, deafening explosion. The ship lurched

violently, girders screamed, and the light flicked out.

In the darkness she heard a rapid-fire thunk-thunk-thunk as the automatic guard

system slid inter-compartment doors shut against sections of the ship suddenly airless.

The doors were still thudding shut when another explosion came, from toward the bow.

Then there was silence; a feeling of utter quiet and motionlessness.

The fingers of fear enclosed her and her mind said to her, like the cold, unpassionate

voice of a stranger: The Gerns have found us.

The light came on again, a feeble glow, and there was the soft, muffled sound of

questioning voices in the other compartments. She dressed, her fingers shaking and

clumsy, wishing that Dale would come to reassure her; to tell her that nothing really

serious had happened, that it had not been the Gerns.

It was very still in the little compartment—strangely so. She had finished dressing

when she realized the reason: the air circulation system had stopped working.

That meant the power failure was so great that the air regenerators, themselves, were

dead. And there were eight thousand people on the Constellation who would have to have

air to live . . .

The Attention buzzer sounded shrilly from the public address system speakers that

were scattered down the ship's corridors. A voice she recognized as that of Lieutenant

Commander Lake spoke:

"War was declared upon Earth by the Gern Empire ten days ago. Two Gern cruisers

have attacked us and their blasters have destroyed the stern and bow of the ship. We are

without a drive and without power but for a few emergency batteries. I am the

Constellation's only surviving officer and the Gern commander is boarding us to give me

the surrender terms.

"None of you will leave your compartments until ordered to do so. Wherever you

may be, remain there. This is necessary to avoid confusion and to have as many as

possible in known locations for future instructions. I repeat: you will not leave your

compartments."

The speaker cut off. She stood without moving and heard again the words: I am the

Constellation's only surviving officer . . .

The Gerns had killed her father.

He had been second-in-command of the Dunbar expedition that had discovered the

world of Athena and his knowledge of Athena was valuable to the colonization plans. He

had been quartered among the ship's officers—and the Gern blast had destroyed that

section of the ship.

She sat down on the edge of the bed again and tried to reorient herself; to accept the

fact that her life and the lives of all the others had abruptly, irrevocably, been changed.

The Athena Colonization Plan was ended. They had known such a thing might

happen—that was why the Constellation had been made ready for the voyage in secret

and had waited for months for the chance to slip through the ring of Gern spy ships; that

was why she had raced at full speed, with her communicators silenced so there would be

no radiations for the Gerns to find her by. Only forty days more would have brought them

to the green and virgin world of Athena, four hundred light-years beyond the outermost

boundary of the Gern Empire. There they should have been safe from Gern detection for

many years to come; for long enough to build planetary defenses against attack. And

there they would have used Athena's rich resources to make ships and weapons to defend

mineral-depleted Earth against the inexorably increasing inclosure of the mighty, coldly

calculating colossus that was the Gern Empire.

Success or failure of the Athena Plan had meant ultimate life or death for Earth. They

had taken every precaution possible but the Gern spy system had somehow learned of

Athena and the Constellation. Now, the cold war was no longer cold and the Plan was

dust . . .

* * *

Billy sighed and stirred in the little-boy sleep that had not been broken by the blasts

that had altered the lives of eight thousand people and the fate of a world.

She shook his shoulder and said, "Billy."

He raised up, so small and young to her eyes that the question in her mind was like an

anguished prayer: Dear God—what do Gerns do to five-year-old boys?

He saw her face, and the dim light, and the sleepiness was suddenly gone from him.

"What's wrong, Mama? And why are you scared?"

There was no reason to lie to him.

"The Gerns found us and stopped us."

"Oh," he said. In his manner was the grave thoughtfulness of a boy twice his age, as

there always was. "Will they—will they kill us?"

"Get dressed, honey," she said. "Hurry, so we'll be ready when they let Daddy come

back to tell us what to do."

* * *

They were both ready when the Attention buzzer sounded in the corridors. Lake

spoke, his tone grim and bitter:

"There is no power for the air regenerators and within twenty hours we will start

smothering to death. Under these circumstances I could not do other than accept the

survival terms the Gern commander offered us.

"He will speak to you now and you will obey his orders without protest. Death is the

only alternative."

Then the voice of the Gern commander came, quick and harsh and brittle:

"This section of space, together with planet Athena, is an extension of the Gern

Empire. This ship has deliberately invaded Gern territory in time of war with intent to

seize and exploit a Gern world. We are willing, however, to offer a leniency not required

by the circumstances. Terran technicians and skilled workers in certain fields can be used

in the factories we shall build on Athena. The others will not be needed and there is not

room on the cruisers to take them.

"Your occupation records will be used to divide you into two groups: the Acceptables

and the Rejects. The Rejects will be taken by the cruisers to an Earth-type planet near

here and left, together with the personal possessions in their compartments and

additional, and ample, supplies. The Acceptables will then be taken on to Athena and at a

later date the cruisers will return the Rejects to Earth.

"This division will split families but there will be no resistance to it. Gern guards will

be sent immediately to make this division and you will wait in your compartments for

them. You will obey their orders promptly and without annoying them with questions. At

the first instance of resistance or rebellion this offer will be withdrawn and the cruisers

will go their way again."

* * *

In the silence following the ultimatum she could hear the soft, wordless murmur from

the other compartments, the undertone of anxiety like a dark thread through it. In every

compartment parents and children, brothers and sisters, were seeing one another for the

last time . . .

The corridor outside rang to the tramp of feet; the sound of a dozen Gerns walking

with swift military precision. She held her breath, her heart racing, but they went past her

door and on to the corridor's end.

There she could faintly hear them entering compartments, demanding names, and

saying, "Out—out!" Once she heard a Gern say, "Acceptables will remain inside until

further notice. Do not open your doors after the Rejects have been taken out."

Billy touched her on the hand. "Isn't Daddy going to come?"

"He—he can't right now. We'll see him pretty soon."

She remembered what the Gern commander had said about the Rejects being

permitted to take their personal possessions. She had very little time in which to get

together what she could carry . . .

There were two small bags in the compartment and she hurried to pack them with

things she and Dale and Billy might need, not able to know which of them, if any, would

be Rejects. Nor could she know whether she should put in clothes for a cold world or a

hot one. The Gern commander had said the Rejects would be left on an Earth-type planet

but where could it be? The Dunbar Expedition had explored across five hundred light-

years of space and had found only one Earth-type world: Athena.

The Gerns were almost to her door when she had finished and she heard them enter

the compartments across from her own. There came the hard, curt questions and the

command: "Outside—hurry!" A woman said something in pleading question and there

was the soft thud of a blow and the words: "Outside—do not ask questions!" A moment

later she heard the woman going down the corridor, trying to hold back her crying.

Then the Gerns were at her own door.

She held Billy's hand and waited for them with her heart hammering. She held her

head high and composed herself with all the determination she could muster so that the

arrogant Gerns would not see that she was afraid. Billy stood beside her as tall as his five

years would permit, his teddy bear under his arm, and only the way his hand held to hers

showed that he, too, was scared.

The door was flung open and two Gerns strode in.

They were big, dark men, with powerful, bulging muscles. They surveyed her and the

room with a quick sweep of eyes that were like glittering obsidian, their mouths thin,

cruel slashes in the flat, brutal planes of their faces.

"Your name?" snapped the one who carried a sheaf of occupation records.

"It's"—she tried to swallow the quaver in her voice and make it cool and

unfrightened—"Irene Lois Humbolt—Mrs. Dale Humbolt."

The Gern glanced at the papers. "Where is your husband?"

"He was in the X-ray room at—"

"You are a Reject. Out—down the corridor with the others."

"My husband—will he be a—"

"Outside!"

It was the tone of voice that had preceded the blow in the other compartment and the

Gern took a quick step toward her. She seized the two bags in one hand, not wanting to

release Billy, and swung back to hurry out into the corridor. The other Gern jerked one of

the bags from her hand and flung it to the floor. "Only one bag per person," he said, and

gave her an impatient shove that sent her and Billy stumbling through the doorway.

She became part of the Rejects who were being herded like sheep down the corridors

and into the port airlock. There were many children among them, the young ones

frightened and crying, and often with only one parent or an older brother or sister to take

care of them. And there were many young ones who had no one at all and were

dependent upon strangers to take their hands and tell them what they must do.

When she was passing the corridor that led to the X-ray room she saw a group of

Rejects being herded up it. Dale was not among them and she knew, then, that she and

Billy would never see him again.

* * *

"Out from the ship—faster—faster—"

The commands of the Gern guards snapped like whips around them as she and the

other Rejects crowded and stumbled down the boarding ramp and out onto the rocky

ground. There was the pull of a terrible gravity such as she had never experienced and

they were in a bleak, barren valley, a cold wind moaning down it and whipping the alkali

dust in bitter clouds. Around the valley stood ragged hills, their white tops laying out

streamers of wind-driven snow, and the sky was dark with sunset.

"Out from the ship—faster—"

It was hard to walk fast in the high gravity, carrying the bag in one hand and holding

up all of Billy's weight she could with the other.

"They lied to us!" a man beside her said to someone. "Let's turn and fight. Let's

take—"

A Gern blaster cracked with a vivid blue flash and the man plunged lifelessly to the

ground. She flinched instinctively and fell over an unseen rock, the bag of precious

clothes flying from her hand. She scrambled up again, her left knee half numb, and turned

to retrieve it.

The Gern guard was already upon her, his blaster still in his hand. "Out from the

ship—faster."

The barrel of his blaster lashed across the side of her head. "Move on—move on!"

She staggered in a blinding blaze of pain and then hurried on, holding tight to Billy's

hand, the wind cutting like knives of ice through her thin clothes and blood running in a

trickle down her cheek.

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