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HISTORICAL-CULTURAL Datalink Entry:
TERMINUS-SOREL REPORT SUMMARY
Sorel spoke of his impatience, his
waiting, his speculation. The brief
reading he'd seen indicated a vast
bubble under the ancient ice, a bubble
that extended up a valley in the slope
of the under-ice mountain nearby. Such
bubbles were extremely rare, and if the
reading were correct, this was certainly
the largest ever found.
During the second twenty-four hour
period inside the tent his compass
needles began to swing violently. He
tried taking another sounding from
inside the tent, but the radar scanners
were balky and his readings fuzzy and
imprecise. Next day the weather broke
for a few hours, and he hurried out to
take his reading.
This reading confirmed the first. There
was a bubble beneath the ice. He moved
as quickly as he could in the direction
of the black rock poking above the
surface of the ice, trying to follow the
course of the bubble while carrying his
bulky equipment. The crawler broke down
before he could see the nunatak, so he
made do where he was, noting that the
bubble seemed to extend for several
miles. He carefully recorded the
position in relation to the nunatak, and
then retreated to his tent as the storm
swept down again.
Once more the compasses behaved
erratically, swinging to and fro as if
they had forgotten and were seeking
magnetic south again. When the storm
cleared for good, Sorel packed up and
headed back toward the main body,
carrying his precious radar recordings
with him.
It was on the way back that he found the
opening in the ice. He lay for two hours
on his belly, staring down into the
yawning pit that was, as far as he knew,
the only opening into his bubble. He
saw, far below through ragged cloud and
fog, a dry land flickering in orange
light. Finally he pressed on, only to
discover that the main body was not
where he had left it. He searched for
another day before switching on his
emergency beacon and settling down to
wait.
The south magnetic pole had shifted
again during his days out on the ice,
and he never located his lost dry valley
again. Even the nunatak failed him,
since it was only one of several peaks
high enough to break surface, and he was
never certain which one he'd located.
The bubble, and its dry valley, were
curiosities for a few years that
gradually subsided into legend,
forgotten but for the wild travellers'
stories told about Terminus, the lost
oasis of the high plateau.