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HOMER NARR2-DG/PD/Ref@5459
"It was most difficult." Mentor's frail
voice, amplified to normal levels,
created a statement out of a question.
Peter shrugged. He stood, balanced on
one bare foot outlined against the
window; beyond him dusk was falling
again on Antarctica, but the air was
luminous, the peaks sharply outlined
against the strange milky blue of the
sky.
"Five days, I'm told," Mentor continued.
"You and the others, locked in the
cold."
Peter could hear an admiring smile in
the old man's voice. He turned without
putting down his other foot. "I didn't
notice," he said.
Mentor's head dipped. "Of course." He
said nothing for a time. Peter placed
his raised foot slowly beside the other
and took a step.
"I was with her, with Wanda, much of the
time. But the others... It was more
difficult for them. The cold, the dark
and isolation."
"A testing, truly," Mentor said, his
phrasing curiously archaic. "Yet all are
here."
Peter nodded. "Except Scottie."
"Yes. Except Scottie. Some fall by the
wayside."
"He didn't fall. It was an accident. He
got in the way of a weapon."
Mentor shook his head in denial, a slow,
deliberate and careful movement. "He
panicked. There's a difference, Peter.
He fell. That's not so bad, to fall.
Some have thought it a pleasant
experience, to yield to gravity, let
loose in the universe without chains.
Falling is not so bad. Falling can't
hurt you. Now landing, that's a
different matter..."
Peter smiled. "One of the famous
Aphorisms?"
"Ah, an old saying." He dismissed it.
"Landings are hard unless you know how.
You were five days in the Agni without
food or warmth. That was a fall. Sit
down. Good. You're not what I expected."
"Is that good, too?"
"You are older, tougher. That's good.
What lies ahead will be difficult. It
will make being locked in the methane a
picnic."
"Tell me."
"Restructuring first. You must adapt.
The experience, which I have not had,
being too old for such things, is
important. It's painful, but it shows
the way. Changing the body also changes
the mind. After all, mind is a local
phenomenon."
"And," Peter quoted, "matter is the
pattern mind makes. Go on."
Mentor applauded briefly. "Good. The
brain is the bed. Mind is the sleeper.
It is time to wake up, Peter. That will
be your task."
Peter shook his head. "I'm interested in
the problem," he said carefully. "The
equations, the possibilities. I would
like to free Wanda, but some things are
not possible. Is there a technology that
could give us the power, the energy,
necessary? No such technology exists. No
such technology is visible, or possible,
with what we know. A massive effort, a
Project? I don't think so. The problem
is abstract."
"Yes," Mentor replied. "And no. This
must be done. You know it must, even
while you deny. The Mind Wars are just
another symptom, because people still
believe the mind is a thing, to be
destroyed if it interferes. Humankind is
ruled by its metaphors, Peter, always
ruled by images. Mind, consciousness,
awareness, spirit; thought, perception,
feeling, memory, imagination, and
intention: these are the fragments that
delude us. As a species, as a spark in
the universe, we are dying, even as I am
dying. No one when I was young could
have known we were so close to the end.
You must see what I can see. We must
change, all of us. We must break out of
the chrysalis, we must awaken. I have
said it often: Brain is the bed; mind is
the sleeper. Whatever it takes, the
sleeper must wake up."
"Yet it doesn't seem possible. The
equations are clear, on that point at
least. There isn't enough power in the
solar system to drive such a change. It
takes too much energy to wake up,
Mentor."
"Then perhaps we must look elsewhere. If
we don't find a way out, then in fifty
years there will be no human beings
left. We have entered an evolutionary
cul-de-sac, Peter. A dead end. We must
tunnel through. That was an old quantum
effect, a trick of probability, to be
suddenly somewhere else without spending
the energy to get there. That is what we
must do, make a quantum leap. Already
you do it with this Wanda. You must
lead."
"But you discovered the equations,"
Peter protested. "You have the vision,
the wisdom."
"I'mtoo old," Mentor said, and there
was anger in his voice.