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HOMER NARR2-PD/Ref@5519
Peter grew more lean and fierce during
the years at Terminus. The hours he
worked grew longer, the periods of sleep
less frequent. He paused briefly when
Larin gave birth to Petros, a laughing
blue-eyed boy.
"We named him after you," she said,
smiling up at him from her bed. The baby
gurgled and kicked its feet.
"I'm flattered." He tickled the baby's
foot, and the tiny toes clutched in
reflex at his finger.
"He'll grow up in a strange world, won't
he?"
"He will grow up. It'll be something
new, that growing, certainly. It looks
now as if individual psion fields
interlock in a very complex way that
closely matches in pattern the folds of
11-dimensional space, like a key to a
lock, perhaps. The three of you will be
closely connected. Where you go, he'll
go too. Don't worry."
"Peter?" she said, after a pause to
admire the child. "I want to ask
something...strange, maybe."
"Yes?"
"Doesn't it seem, well, like an awfully
grand coincidence? That you were born,
that you somehow contacted Wanda, that
she was on the ship that was passing
near the Anomaly just when you
discovered you needed it? That the
Anomaly was there at all, right where it
needed to be, not too far away, not too
close? That it was found by the Eyesat
when it was, just in time?"
He smiled. "Are you seeing a grand
Plan?"
"Well, maybe so." She laughed, a little
embarrassed.
He sobered. "Is it any stranger than
self-replicating molecules should evolve
out of the precursors of life? That DNA
should grow more complex and produce
human beings, who have an awareness
capable of examining itself? The
universe is a complex structure trying
to know itself. All the events you
mentioned are part of its own evolution.
Whether there is a greater consciousness
preparing all this or not I do not know,
Larin. It seems enough for me that the
universe is here, and that folks like
you, and this fellow here, are in it."
Petros gave a cry and wriggled toward
her. "He's hungry," she said, gathering
him up. "Thanks, Peter."
He squeezed her knee under the cover.
"Back to work," he said, and left.