Donald Moffitt - Genesis 02

to spiral inward at an increasing rate.”
    How can he be so calm, Bram wondered.
    Jun Davd’s voice remained steady. “The radiation is pulsing outward in a series of shells that at this point are only light-days apart. You’ve noticed the flickering of the viewscreen and the rhythmic surges of acceleration as our engine harvests H-II pushed by that broom of photons. I’ve been taking measurements over the last shipboard hour, and those pulses are coming closer together.”
    Bram snatched at another straw. “The inverse-square law! By the time the shells of radiation reach the outskirts of the galaxy—”
    “They’ll still be fatal,” Jun Davd said flatly. “In any case, no life anywhere in the galaxy will be able to survive the final event, when the two black holes merge.”
    A stunned silence pervaded the bridge. Everybody had been listening, of course—trying not to let it all sink in, taking refuge in Jun Davd’s lucid exposition, clinging to some last atom of hope that out of his calm parade of revelations would come the one final fact that was a reprieve for the Father World and its two races.
    Now people avoided looking at one another, as if in some obscure shame.
    Out of the silence came a strange sound—one that became a shocking sound a moment later as people on the bridge realized that it was the sound of Jun Davd sobbing.
    Bram shocked them further by putting the question that sooner or later would have to be asked.
    “Will Yggdrasil survive?”
    Jun Davd needed a moment to regain control of his voice. “We are now disposing of more energy than is available to the entire Nar civilization. The fields are still holding. We are protected for the time being. But I don’t know if we can handle something on the scale of a climactic merger of the primary hole and its satellite.”
    There was a delayed moan of grief from someone on the bridge. Grief for the loss of the Nar and all their works. These were superb people, Bram’s racing mind said. Personal fear would come later.
    Jun Davd took refuge in more pedantry. “When two black holes become one, the resulting event horizon has a greater area than the sum of the areas of the event horizons of the original holes. It does not attain its final shape immediately. During the fraction of a second when the collapse takes place, there is a shifting and complicated topography. The geometry of space-time around it is … irregular. The mathematics to describe it does not exist. And the … distorted … event horizon vibrates. The gravity waves generated by two vibrating masses equivalent to a billion and a half suns will be tremendous. What that will do to the surrounding plasma, you can well imagine. Next, angular momentum will increase abruptly at the same time that queer event horizon expands—and because the conjugate hole is spinning rapidly, the accretion disk will be embedded well below the static limit, transferring mechanical energy and magnetic force. A tremendous explosion of gamma radiation will travel outward at the speed of light, followed by a sphere of stripped matter traveling at relativistic speeds. We can hope to outrun the matter. But our ability to survive the shell of radiation may depend on our distance from the core when it overtakes us.”
    There was one last question for Bram to ask.
    “How soon before the holes merge?”
    “We’ll be lucky to make it around the core.”
     
    “We’re making a run for it, anyway,” Jao said.
    “That we are,” Bram agreed. “All we can do is to pour on the gravities.”
    He lay propped on the floor pad, feeling the oppressive weight on his chest, his shoulders, his neck as he tried to hold his head up. All down the length of the observation loggia, dozens of people lay similarly sprawled on pads, working prone, their instruments on the floor beside them. Bram had ordered everybody to crawl, not walk, if they absolutely had to move about. The bulk of the population of the tree were in their quarters, lying down. It was still half a day till periastron, and they would remain there until then.
    Jao said, “No, that’s not all we can do. Bram, I’ve got to ask you about something.”
    “Ask away.”
    “There’s a decision to make about the core maneuver.”
    “Why ask me ? I’m only year-captain. Discuss it with Jun Davd.”
    “I’ve already discussed it with Jun Davd. But it’s not strictly a technical decision. It involves the lives of everyone aboard. Jun Davd says