by Larry Klaes
Larry Klaes is a long-time Centauri Dreams contributor, a practitioner of the Tau Zero Foundation and a serious devotee of space exploration and its history. Here he gives us a look at the Pioneer probes that first took us to the outer Solar System, journeys that foreshadowed the later exploits of the Voyagers and the more recent New Horizons mission to Pluto/Charon. It’s hard to believe that it’s been fully forty years since the Pioneers were launched. They came out of the era when thinking big was the order of the day, Apollo was putting astronauts on the Moon and human expansion into the cosmos seemed inevitable. When we ponder today’s budget shortfalls and drifting public attention, it’s heartening to recall that era even as we speculate about missions that will follow up on the findings of these two remarkable probes.
The early 1970s was an exciting time for lunar and planetary exploration. On the Moon, Apollo was still placing pairs of astronauts on Earth’s natural satellite to collect hundreds of pounds of lunar surface material and other priceless data. The Soviet Union was conducting a quite successful automated survey of the Moon with their two Lunakhod rovers and returning small but still valuable samples with their Luna series of landers.
The United States Mariner 9 and the Soviet Mars 2 and 3 probes were circling the Red Planet, returning the first in-depth images and data about that world which showed that Mars was not the dead and merely cratered realm that earlier flyby missions with their limited coverage had led scientists to believe. There was also excitement about an upcoming mission named Viking to place two robot landers on Mars to search for life there.
Closer to the Sun, the Soviets had finally succeeded in landing intact and functioning on the hellish world of Venus with their Venera probes. America was preparing a probe named Mariner 10 that would not only flyby Venus and return the first close-up images of its thick and cloudy atmosphere, but proceed on to Mercury and reveal what that little world really looked like.
The outer solar system had not been neglected in NASA’s plans for deep space exploration. The agency was preparing a modified version of its original Grand Tour plan, which would have sent two nuclear-powered probes past every world from Jupiter to Pluto in the summer of 1977.
No human vessel had ever visited the celestial realm where the gas giant planets dominated, or even crossed the Planetoid Belt which lay between the small and rocky terrestrial worlds of the inner solar system and the Jovian behemoths. Space engineers and officials realized they needed a precursor mission to pave the way for the success of these later more sophisticated machines. Two aptly named craft called Pioneer – coming from a long line of automated explorers going back to the earliest days of the Space Age – were designed and built for this task.
Image: Launch of Pioneer 10. Credit: NASA.
Pioneer F and G, which would receive the respective numbers 10 and 11 once they had been successfully launched on their missions, were hardy little vessels dominated by large parabolic high-gain radio dish antenna for communicating with an Earth that would eventually be hundreds of millions of miles away. Their computer “brains” were quite simple as dictated by the technology of the day, the size of the probes, and their working environment. Pioneer 10 and 11 would be kept functioning for at least several years by four RTGs attached to long booms on the probes, necessitated by the decreasing radiant energy of the distant Sun. Eleven scientific instruments were chosen for the mission.
Pioneers’ primary tasks were to do a Jupiter flyby and return images and data on the planet’s atmosphere while also attempting to glean clues about its deep and mysterious interior. Unlike the terrestrial worlds, which generally consist of a relatively thin layer of air over a rocky crust which in turn covered layers of molten and solid iron along with other minerals, the Jovian globes were primarily all atmosphere, though it was speculated that as one descended towards Jupiter’s core, the incredible pressures created some very strange physics with the surrounding gases. In any case, there was no actual surface such as human beings were accustomed to on Earth.
The Pioneers would also examine in situ the vast Jovian magnetosphere, whose intense cracklings could be picked up by radio astronomers on Earth and was presumed to be home to very lethal amounts of radiation. Project team members would even try to image and refine the masses of some of Jupiter’s four Galilean moons if possible. Although known to humanity since at least 1610, the worlds of Io, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto were little better than points of light with a few indistinct smudges seen on them after almost four centuries of telescopic examination by astronomers.
When the time came for Pioneer 10 and 11 to make their daring plunges past Jupiter, an interesting consequence would happen: The massive bulk of that alien world combined with their already high rates of acceleration would create for the little explorers what is known as a slingshot effect. The Pioneers would be given just enough kinetic energy from Jupiter to eventually escape the gravitational pull of the whole Sol system and become the first human-made objects to enter interstellar space. In a sense, Pioneer 10 and 11 would become our species first representatives in the Milky Way.
The Pioneer team and NASA Ames acknowledged this fact but made no particularly lavish public note about this rather remarkable landmark in space history. After all, the probes were not expected to last in terms of returning data much after their Jovian encounters. Even though they were the fastest vessels yet sent by humanity into space, they were not aimed at any particular star and would still take tens of thousands of years just to reach the distance to the nearest system, Alpha Centauri. Besides, in a galaxy composed of roughly 400 billion star systems over 100,000 light years across, what were the chances that anyone would ever be able to find or notice two inert specks of metal and wiring drifting aimlessly through deep space?
“A Special Message from Mankind”
In 1971, a group of science correspondents from the national press were invited by NASA to visit TRW Systems in California, where Pioneer 10 was undergoing tests in a giant simulator which reproduced the harsh conditions that both of the robot explorers would encounter beyond Earth.
One of the reporters present that day had an epiphany about the Pioneers’ post-Jupiter mission as he looked at the silvery probe through the simulator portholes. To quote from the Epilog of the official NASA Publication on the probes, Pioneer Odyssey (SP-396, Revised Edition, 1977):
“Eric Burgess, then with The Christian Science Monitor, visualized the passage of Pioneer 10 beyond the Solar System as mankind’s first emissary to the stars. This spacecraft should carry a special message from mankind, he thought, a message that would tell any finder of the spacecraft a million or even a billion years hence that planet Earth had evolved an intelligent species that could think beyond its own time and beyond its own Solar System.”
Burgess presented his idea to two fellow correspondents, Don Bane and Richard Hoagland (yes, *that* Richard Hoagland), who “enthusiastically agreed” with Burgess. They in turn sought out a scientist named Carl Sagan, who was at the nearby Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL) in Pasadena involved with the Mariner 9 mission to Mars.
A longtime advocate of extraterrestrial life, Sagan was as enthusiastic about this message to ETI as the correspondents were. Upon requesting and receiving permission (somewhat surprisingly) from NASA to go ahead with this plan, Sagan and his colleague at Cornell University, Dr. Frank Drake of SETI Project Ozma fame, put together a message on a golden plaque that was small only in its relative physical size. Everything else about what would become known as the Pioneer Plaque was as large and as vast as its potential ramifications for humanity’s future expansion into the Cosmos.
At six by nine inches in diameter and just 0.050 inch thick, the Pioneer Plaque was similar in size to a very thin hardcover book. Unlike the vast majority of terrestrial books, however, this one could not be inscribed with any standard human language, for its intended recipients were not expected to know any Earthly tongue or even its planet of origin. Instead, the plaque designers would use the hopefully universal language of science. After all, the Pioneer probes would only be found by someone with the capability for interstellar travel, as the probes will probably never pass through any star systems in the Milky Way galaxy during their incredibly long celestial journeys.
The messages on the plaque were direct and confined in quantity: To explain the purpose of the probes’ mission, to show where they came from, and who built and launched them into the galactic neighborhood.
The mission purpose was depicted by a basic diagram of our Sol system from our yellow dwarf star to Pluto (the first members of the Kuiper Belt after Pluto would not be discovered until 1992). Saturn got a thin line to represent its impressive ring system: The less prominent rings of the three other Jovian worlds had yet to be known. Using an arrow-tipped line, the Pioneer probe was shown moving from the third small circle (Earth) to between and past Jupiter and Saturn, its antenna pointing back at its place of origin. The various sizes of the planets in our Sol system were stated in binary notation.
So that the recipients could have a chance at understanding the measurements on the plaque, Sagan and Drake made a small representation of the “hyperfine transition of neutral atomic hydrogen.” With hydrogen being the most abundant element throughout the Universe, the engraved image allows the finders of the plaque a way to comprehend both time and physical length.
Between the hydrogen atom and the Sol system depictions was a radial pattern of fifteen lines with binary tick marks on them. These are the distances and rotation rates of pulsars, rapidly rotating neutron stars that have been called galactic beacons by some astronomers. The plaque creators felt that, working with the limited canvas they had along with where and how the probes will most likely be found, this was the best way to show those who come upon the Pioneer probes where their makers came from both in space and time, as the spinning rates of pulsars do slow down.
“The Most Mysterious Part of the Message”
Of all the items to be engraved on the Pioneer Plaque, nothing would draw the most attention and commentary as the two human figures representing our species to the presumed recipients. Drawn by artist Linda Salzman Sagan, who also happened to be Carl’s second wife at the time, the human male and female were considered by Sagan to be “the most mysterious part of the message” as he wrote about them in his 1973 book The Cosmic Connection: An Extraterrestrial Perspective. It was thought that whoever found the Pioneers would not only have to be more advanced than their makers, but also bear little resemblance to our species, as the future discoverers were presumed to originate from and evolve in the seas of another and quite different world from ours.
Of course it was also possible – and in fact rather more likely by comparison – that one or both of the Pioneer probes might be recovered not by an ETI but by the descendants of humanity from Earth, who may find themselves spread throughout the Milky Way galaxy in distant epochs. Certainly some of our future children might be interested in recovering a rare relic from among the earliest days of humanity’s Space Age, which has been estimated to remain intact for at least one billion years in interstellar space.
It is also conceivable that the human descendants who could find the Pioneers may no longer resemble the men and women who built and launched the probes way back in the late Twentieth Century, having undergone biological and technological changes through genetic engineering to suit such situations as adaptation to alien environments and cultural aesthetics. There is also the possibility that the terran intelligences which finally enter the wider galaxy may have come solely from our technological developments, in which case they would bear almost no resemblance to their creators at all.
If nothing else, the Pioneers and their plaques certainly deserve a better fate than the one given in the sub-par 1989 film Star Trek V: The Final Frontier, where a Klingon warship comes upon the long-inactive Pioneer 10 tumbling through the inky void. The ship’s commander considers the Earth probe to be little more than space junk and uses the relic for some target practice, subsequently turning it and the plaque into little pieces of metal.
The two figures on the Pioneer plaque were drawn to be “pan-racial”; this meant that the artist tried to incorporate the physical features of three of the major human races onto her creations. Both were rendered without any clothing and with the male raising his right arm in what would hopefully be interpreted as a form of friendly greeting. To give the recipients an idea as to how big Pioneer’s builders were, a schematic representation of the probe was placed behind the humans, along with a binary mark on the far right to further indicate the height of the woman.
As Sagan would document in The Cosmic Connection, the reactions to the plaque and especially the nude human representations from the bipedal inhabitants of the third planet from Sol were wide, varied, and anything but tepid. While many responses were very positive from folks who understood and appreciated the significance of what was being attempted with the plaque, others had what could best be described as rather parochial and puritanical comments on this interstellar message.
Most of the people in this second category were upset that the human representations were not only not wearing any clothing, but were subsequently displaying their genitalia – though in the case of the female, this was not entirely true. Even the plaque makers deferred to modesty when it came to that feature in order to ensure that the plaque made it onto the probe at all. A subjective form of moral decency may have been preserved, but the result may one day be further confusion about our species for those who lay their appendages and senses upon the plaque in some undetermined future.
Other plaque complaints included the presumed absence of a particular race for the humans, the seeming passivity of the female, and the symbolic lack of any deities or their religions. Some voiced the concern that would be heard for virtually all such subsequent METI (Messaging to Extraterrestrial Intelligence) efforts: The pulsar diagram and representation of our star system would allow and even invite a hostile ETI to become aware of humanity and know where to find us in order to commit subjugation or even extermination.
Image: The Pioneer exhibit at the Boston Museum of Science, which appeared there from 1973 to 1999. Credit: Donald Bellunduno.
Whether or not there are such dangerous beings in the galaxy, one thing is certain: The physical parameters of the Pioneer probes, which in one regard hamper their detection by just about any ETI, are also their saving grace should such sufficient intelligent dangers exist in the Milky Way. For though the nearly identical vessels will survive for eons in the interstellar void and cover many light years of space during their existences, their small dimensions and a lack of power and signaling activity will also make these probes quite difficult to detect, especially for anyone who is unaware of them in the first place.
Even if the Pioneers are found by an alien species one day, there are also the intellectual hurdles to overcome of the recipient species first noticing the plaque attached to the probe and then understanding its messages. Perhaps these presumed obstacles will be all too obvious and easy to beings that can ply the stars and capture long inactive probes drifting in the cold and dark of deep space, but their minds will almost certainly be alien to ours in many key respects: They may come to certain conclusions about our mechanical “ambassador” and its engraved message which would surprise and perhaps even shock us. Sagan even covered that possibility in The Cosmic Connection with a reprint of some imagined alien reactions from the English humor magazine Punch.
As with the first METI transmitted from the Arecibo Radio Observatory in Puerto Rico several years after the launches of Pioneer 10 and 11 – and which, moving at light speed, would rapidly outpace the robotic explorers – the Pioneer plaques were largely a symbolic gesture, a scientific commemoration of a major achievement in human history. The authors of Pioneer Odyssey – among them Eric Burgess – called the plaques “interstellar/intellectual cave paintings.” Anything else that the plaques would inspire and affect from their present into the far future was considered a bonus.
Once the design was completed and approved, the diagrams were engraved onto a rectangular aluminum plate anodized with gold. The plaque was then bolted onto the antenna struts of the Pioneer with the engraved side facing inward towards the main body of the probe to better protect it from erosion by cosmic dust particles.
Image: Carl Sagan holding a copy of the plaque while standing in front of the Boston Town Hall circa 1973.
A much-too-late thought: Would it have been possible to engrave *both* sides of the plaque with the messages? This could have at least improved the chances for the information to survive in interstellar space until found. Having the message facing away from the craft as well as inward in the direction of any external observers would also increase the likelihood of the plaque being noticed as an item of particular interest addressed directly to the discoverers. In any event, the plaque is there aboard both Pioneers traveling with them into the Milky Way and that is what matters.
The First Firsts
Pioneer 10 was finally lofted into space aboard an Atlas-Centaur rocket from Cape Kennedy in Florida on the evening of March 2, 1972. Just minutes later, Pioneer was moving at a velocity of 32,114 miles per hour, over seven thousand miles per hour faster than any spacecraft before it. Eleven hours later, Pioneer 10 passed the orbit of Earth’s Moon, the same distance which took the manned Apollo missions three whole days to reach. The robotic explorer also became the first NASA spacecraft to operate solely on nuclear electric power, a critical component for future deep space vessels.
Four months after launch, Pioneer 10 became the first probe to fly through the Planetoid Belt between Mars and Jupiter. Despite some concerns about the craft being struck and destroyed by an errant particle in that region of space, Pioneer 10 emerged from the belt in February of 1973 unharmed, effectively removing a perceived barrier to space flight beyond the terrestrial worlds of the Sol system.
Pioneer 10 finally encountered the king of the planets in early December of 1973, returning the first close-up images of Jupiter and some of its Galilean moons and other data while being slung by the incredible mass of the planet itself to 82,000 miles per hour, enough to send the probe on its way out of the Sol system.
Thanks to Pioneer 10 and its sister probe, Pioneer 11, which became the second visitor to the Jovian world one year later and then the first vessel to Saturn in 1979, scientists learned much about these two planets and some of their moons. This was important not only for our understanding of the neighboring gas giants themselves, but for the exoworlds that would be discovered circling other suns in the coming decades. Most of the alien planets we know bear at least some similarities to Jupiter and Saturn in both size and composition. The Pioneers gave us our first look at the kind of realms that their remote mechanical descendants will encounter when the first true interstellar explorers arrive at their destinations.
Exceeding Expectations and Distance
The team that built and controlled Pioneer 10 expected the probe to stop transmitting to Earth not long after it crossed the orbit of the planet Uranus in 1980. Instead both Pioneers continued to be of service to science long after their predicted expiration dates, thanks to their design and the RTGs they derived power from to operate. Among their important achievements was the monitoring of the outer Sol system where, to quote the opening lines from a certain science fiction television series, literally no one had gone before. Among their discoveries was that the solar wind extends far beyond the boundaries of the main planets of our Sol system, much more distant than originally thought.
Image: Pioneer 10 enroute. Credit: Don Davis.
Pioneer 10 even assisted the SETI (Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence) effort by serving as a favorite test subject for The SETI Institute’s Project Phoenix in the mid-1990s. Utilizing NASA’s Deep Space Network (DSN) of giant radio telescopes scattered across the globe, that team was able to detect the probe’s very faint signal from billions of miles across space. Pioneer 10 gave The SETI Institute confidence that they could detect and interpret an artificial extraterrestrial signal, even a weak transmission buried among the natural noise of the Cosmos.
Eventually the power levels in the RTGs of the Pioneers fell to the point that the mission controllers could no longer conserve enough energy among the remaining operating instruments to keep the probes communicating with Earth. Pioneer 11 faded off first on November 30, 1995, when it was over four billion miles from its point of origin. The probe was so far away that even at the speed of light, the final signals from Pioneer 11 took over six hours to reach Earth.
Pioneer 10 lasted a while longer than its near-twin, transmitting scientific data until April 27, 2002. The final signal was detected on January 23, 2003 at a distance of over 7.5 billion miles.
Where Will They Go?
Pioneer 10 and 11 were flung off in opposite directions due to their encounters with Jupiter and Saturn, respectively. Though neither probes are headed towards the Alpha Centauri system, they will take roughly 100,000 years to reach that distance of just over four light years. While one might a bit more speed for an interstellar probe, the Pioneers were the first to examine the edge of our Sol system, our celestial doorstep into true interstellar space.
They also paved the way for the more sophisticated probes Voyager 1 and 2 and also played a large role in those craft having their own messages to any recipients, the golden Voyager Interstellar Records, whose full story may be read in the 1978 book Murmurs of Earth by the people who made them possible.
Though neither vessel will get more than a few light years to several stars in the relatively early stages of their journeys through the Milky Way, Pioneer 10 is expected to be in the vicinity of the red giant star Aldebaran in about four million years time. Pioneer 11 may visit the star Lambda Aquila four million years from now. Whether any intelligences are circling any of the stars the Pioneers will pass by is essentially irrelevant, for if an ETI is ever to detect and acquire these artifacts of humanity, they will need not only sophisticated interstellar capabilities but a rather advanced detection network and devices to halt the Pioneers’ velocity without damaging or destroying them.
Whoever or whatever does find these historic vessels is some distant epoch, I think the last two paragraphs in the Epilog chapter of Pioneer Odyssey sum up their missions and their futures as humanity’s interstellar ambassadors quite well:
“As an epilog to the Pioneer mission to Jupiter, the plaque is more than a cold message to an alien life form in the most distant future. It signifies an attribute of mankind that in an era when troubles of war, pollution, clashing ideologies, and serious social and supply problems plague them, men can still think beyond themselves and have the vision to send a message through space and time to intelligence on a star system that perhaps has not yet condensed from a galactic nebula.
“The plaque represents at least one intellectual cave painting, a mark of Man, that might survive not only all the caves of Earth, but also the Solar System itself. It is an interstellar stela that shows mankind possesses a spiritual insight beyond the material problems of the age of human emergence.”
By Michael Michaud
The following post is a distinct change of pace for Centauri Dreams, a work of fiction that gets at questions at the heart of SETI. We’ve considered many ideas about interstellar probes that humans may one day launch toward nearby stars. But the reverse could occur: A more advanced technological civilization could send a probe in our direction, particularly after detecting signs of life or technology on a rapidly developing Earth.
This idea is a challenge to the dominant scientific paradigm of contact — our detection of radio signals from a remote society. The short story below presents one of many possible scenarios. In this case, the probe is an intelligent machine. It lacks the omniscience so often assumed in films and television programs; this form of intelligence, like ours, can misunderstand evidence and is capable of making mistakes. This story avoids the two stereotyped film and television versions of contact: being saved by altruistic aliens, or being attacked by vicious conquerors.
The story is not complete. Its author invites you to write your own ending. What should the discoverers do? How would governments react? What roles would scientists and the media play? The author hopes some of you will rise to the challenge.
Michael Michaud is the author of Contact with Alien Civilizations: Our Hopes and Fears about Encountering Extraterrestrials (Springer, 2007), along with numerous other works including many on space exploration. Michael was a U.S. Foreign Service Officer for 32 years, serving as Counselor for Science, Technology and Environment at the U.S. embassies in Paris and Tokyo, and Director of the State Department’s Office of Advanced Technology. He has also been chairman of working groups at the International Academy of Astronautics on SETI issues. Here he takes us into a scenario that could happen one day. If it did, how would we respond?
Alan guided Esperanza with sensitive fingers, feeling the shifting pressures of the ocean on her keel, watching the stress and easing of her sails. Aiming the big ketch’s bow at Catalina Island, he evened out the yacht’s motion to give his partner the stable platform she needed.
Robin hunched over her instruments. The tall, lanky woman had folded herself into the science cockpit that she and Alan had designed together. She was watching for evidence that warmer Mexican waters were penetrating northward into the cold California current.
“I see some signs,” she told him, “but they are subtle, ambiguous. This isn’t strong enough evidence to convince other scientists.”
Alan suddenly pointed off the starboard bow. “What’s that?”
Robin’s keen blue eyes focused on a metallic object rocking in the waves a quarter mile away. “It’s an automated submersible, part of the ARGO system. There are hundreds of them, all over the world ocean. They sample the chemistry and measure the currents, as far down as three thousand feet.”
“What is it doing on the surface?”
“They’re programmed to come up every ten days to report their findings by satellite.”
“A mind in the waters,” commented Alan.
“Yeah,” said Robin, “but made of silicon.”
They watched the robot doing its job. Its message sent, the machine sank out of sight.
Alan mused aloud. “If you wanted to hide a clandestine undersea vehicle, you would make it look just like that.”
Robin switched off her instruments. “Enough with ocean research for today. I’ve hit the saturation point. Is there something else we can do, just for the hell of it?”
“Have you ever watched a meteor shower?”
“I tried once on Long Island. There was too much urban glow.”
“Tonight we’ll get one of the best of the year. We could anchor off Catalina to watch it.”
“There’s a lot of light on this side of the island, like those camps for religious groups.”
“Then,” said Alan, “we’ll go over to the Dark Side.” Robin groaned, theatrically.
Alan needed her help with the sails as they rounded Catalina’s west end. He and Robin managed the lines together, working as a well-practiced team.
Robin trusted her captain. Alan had reached out when her scientific career stalled, giving her a place aboard as crew for his charter voyages. Stocky but trim, he was warily alert to the ocean’s moods.
Suddenly, Esperanza faced a vast, empty Pacific. Alan and Robin glanced at each other, wordlessly. They had talked of greater voyages, of lonely atolls and distant reefs, where the test and the joy lay in mutual reliance.
They found a deserted cove, dropping their anchor in deep water. After dinner, they lay back on the deck to watch the sky, as dark as it was before electricity.
Far above them, Earth’s atmosphere encountered a swarm of rocks and ice. White streaks emerged from a focal point in the sky. Meteors flashed their brief lives.
“It’s like being the target in a shooting gallery,” said Alan. “I’m glad they burn up before they hit the ground.”
Robin pointed upward. “What about that one? It’s not moving.”
Alan focused on the point of light. It had no tail, no streak of incandescent matter. “Is it my imagination,” he asked, “or is that thing getting brighter?”
“You’re right. It’s coming straight at us!”
Alan tried to be reassuring. “The odds of a meteorite hitting us are infinitesimal.”
Robin’s eyes widened as their fiery visitor grew in size. “We need to take cover!” She dove into the main cockpit, Alan tumbling in after her.
The ocean erupted a mile away, a tower of water bursting upward into the night sky. The sound quickly followed — a crackling whoosh, then a boom that shook the boat.
“Hold on!” Alan shouted. Spray rained down on the huddled sailors. Violent waves rocked Esperanza, straining her anchor chain.
Robin raised her head, watching the restless ocean subside. “That was close!”
“The meteorite may have survived,” said Alan. “Let’s look for it.”
“It’ll stay hot for a while. We may be able to spot it through Rover’s infrared sensor.”
They uncovered their remotely operated vehicle, the gadget-loaded undersea craft that extended their reach deep into the ocean. Rover was more than a tool to Alan and Robin. With its own eyes and its own means of locomotion, the ROV had a kind of personhood. It was the closest thing they had to a child of their own.
Alan attached Rover to the yacht’s lifting boom, lowering the machine into the ocean. Robin, at the controls, guided the submersible through the darkness.
They watched the screen intently as Rover neared the point of impact. Nothing but inky blackness.
“Let’s set up a search pattern,” said Alan. “Back and forth, close to the bottom.”
For long minutes, they saw only the dark.
“There!” said Robin, pointing to the edge of the screen. “I see a faint glow on the ocean floor. I’ll send Rover in for a closer look.”
Alan discerned a blurry image, an unearthly shine. “Can’t see any detail.”
“I’m switching to visual,” said Robin. “I’ll turn on the lights.”
She snapped on Rover’s powerful mercury gas lamps. The sudden brightness overwhelmed their vision.
As their eyes adjusted, they made out a dark lump on the ocean floor, lit from within. “It looks like a molten chocolate dessert,” said Alan.
“You would think of that. Hey, do I see something moving?”
“The meteorite is changing shape. They’re not supposed to do that.”
They watched the dark material sliding off the mysterious object, revealing a brighter surface underneath. Robin’s jaw dropped. “It’s shedding!”
“That,” said Alan, “is no meteorite.”
Forgetting to breathe, they watched a glowing crystalline object emerge from the blackness. Robin gasped. “It’s beautiful!”
“Are we seeing internal structure?” asked Alan. “There seem to be patterns, in three dimensions.”
“It keeps changing. It’s like watching a kaleidoscope.”
“Let’s turn on all the detectors. Everything you use for research.”
The hydrophone picked up a soft beeping sound. Alan and Robin listened intently.
“Maybe it’s a tracking signal,” said Alan, “so the people who launched this thing can find it.”
“No, wait. It’s more complex, like a message.”
“As if it were trying to communicate with Rover.”
“One machine to another,” said Robin. “But Rover isn’t smart enough to respond.”
“We are. Let’s signal back.” Alan sent low-power pulses from Esperanza’s directional sonar.
The glowing object silently rose from the seabed, shedding the last of its dark covering.
“It’s oval in shape,” said Alan. “Like a streamlined football.”
“I’ll tell Rover to follow it.”
“Where is it going?”
Robin studied the plot that showed Rover’s location. “Toward us.”
They watched as the visitor approached Esperanza’s steel hull. The glowing machine stopped twenty feet off their bow. Robin maneuvered Rover to a respectful distance, while Alan preserved the scene on video disk.
“I’m receiving a burst of signals,” Robin reported.
“It’s talking to us,” said Alan.
“I’ll record the message.”
“Can you make sense of it?”
“I’ll try the program I use to extract patterns from dolphin signals.”
Alan waited a decent interval, worrying that their visitor would leave. “Any luck?”
“I can’t make out a message,” said Robin. “It’s more like radio noise.”
“Maybe it’s not a language we can understand.”
Robin threw up her hands. “We have to do something, before it gives up on us.”
“Send it the most complicated digital files you have. Even if it doesn’t understand, it will recognize our messages as complex.”
“I have a bunch of oceanographic papers in the computer. I’ll convert them.”
“I’ll try to keep it entertained by turning the lights on and off.”
He watched as the ovoid machine disappeared into the darkness, then returned into the light. Its subtle color changes made his signals seem as mindless as airport beacons.
He introduced patterns, short and long. Would the machine understand an SOS?
Robin finished converting her files, full of words and data in digital form. “Who would find this interesting,” she asked, “except another oceanographer?”
“I love reading your papers,” said Alan.
“Yeah, yeah. When you want to put yourself to sleep.”
“Try sending one.”
They waited in frozen silence. Another burst of signals came from the visitor.
“It worked!” said Alan. “Keep transmitting.”
Robin continued sending her papers. The glowing object beeped politely after each one.
“Where did this thing come from?” she asked. “Could it be some exotic military technology?”
“I would be surprised if any country is this far advanced.”
She stared at him, waiting for his next sentence. He said nothing.
They ran out of files as the dawn began lighting the sky outside the boat. Their visitor remained silent.
“Maybe it’s analyzing,” Robin said hopefully, “digesting our messages.”
“Why do I get the feeling,” asked Alan, “that we’re not telling it anything it doesn’t already know?”
“We can’t keep using the word it,” said Robin. “That thing has a mind. It deserves a name.”
“How about Art, short for artifact?”
Robin shook her head. “Ugly. We’ll call it Artemisia.”
“You just gave it a female gender.”
Robin tilted her nose slightly upward. “It is a more advanced form of life.”
Suddenly, Artemisia began to move.
“Dammit!” cried Robin. “She’s turning away from us. Where is she going?”
Their hydrophone picked up new sounds, the chugging of an engine, the whine of a propeller. “We have company,” said Alan. “Let’s go topside to see who it is.”
He scanned the horizon through his binoculars. There, approaching from the north, was an aged trawler belching smoke.
Alan studied the small, seaworn ship, her sides streaked with rust. “She’s equipped with a crane, like a salvage vessel.”
Robin checked her screen. “Artemisia is sinking back toward the sea floor, disappearing into the dark. Maybe she doesn’t like the noise.”
“Send Rover after her,” said Alan. “I’ll watch the trawler.”
Focusing on the ship’s wheelhouse, he saw a bearded man at the helm. “I bet this guy is a salvager looking for a wreck. There’s a shotgun hanging on a rack behind him. Do we still have a rifle on board?”
“I’ll get it,” said Robin.
“Keep it out of sight until we know what’s going on.”
The trawler slowed to a stop thirty yards away. Alan heard the engine grind into neutral.
The bearded man stepped out of his wheelhouse, speaking through a loud hailer. “I’m looking for a meteorite that hit near here. I tracked it from the mainland. Did you see where it came down?”
“Are you a scientist?” asked Alan.
“Naw, just a collector. I sell them on the Internet.”
“We saw a bright meteor trail,” said Alan. “Something hit the water, but it was farther offshore. Maybe two or three miles.”
Robin, standing in the companionway, watched her partner’s face as the trawler chugged away. “Not like you to shade the truth.”
“He would sell Artemisia to the highest bidder.”
Two miles out, the trawler began tracking back and forth, searching the sea bottom with a towed array of sensors. Alan worried aloud. “What if Artemisia sends signals to him too?”
Robin checked her instruments. “She’s silent, as if she fears the trawler.”
“You’re giving her emotions.”
“Any intelligent being may be wary of strange men.”
“Thanks for implying that I’m not strange.”
“So what do we do? Wait until meteor man is gone?”
Alan studied the trawler’s movements. “His search pattern is bringing him closer to shore. Toward us, as if he suspects our story. We should get under way to draw him off.”
“And hope that he won’t find Artemisia?”
“Let’s ping her with sonar, then begin moving away slowly. Maybe she’ll get the hint.”
Robin sent the briefest ping their sonar could produce. Rover’s screen showed a glow in the dark. “She’s still responding to us.”
Alan nodded. “I’ll start the engine.”
“She doesn’t like engine noise.”
“Ah, yes,” he said. “Females are more sensitive.”
Alan hoisted minimum sails, then raised Esperanza’s anchor. The yacht slowly drifted south, moved as much by the current as by the wind.
“I have to tell Rover to catch up with us,” said Robin.
“I’m sailing as slow as I can,” Alan replied.
Robin watched the video image from the ROV. “Artemisia is rising again. She’s following us.”
Alan deployed the lifting boom to bring Rover back to the yacht’s deck. “Will Artemisia want to come on board too? She may be too heavy.”
“She’s maintaining the same distance.”
Robin set up a program to transmit underwater signals at regular intervals, like a beacon. “I hope this is enough.”
Rounding the east end of Catalina, Alan steered for the California coast. Robin held her breath, hoping that Artemisia too would change course. That mysterious being followed Esperanza like an intelligent dog.
Robin heard Alan’s expelled breath. “You were worried too,” she said.
“Artemisia is a lot more interesting than any machine I ever knew.”
Alan pointed off their beam. “Dolphins, leaping out of the water for the sheer fun of it.”
“I can hear them through the hydrophones,” said Robin. She listened intently. “I’m picking up something new. Artemisia is imitating the dolphins’ squeaks.”
“She’s communicating with them too?”
“She’s turning away from us! She’s following the dolphins!”
“We can’t keep up with dolphins under sail.” Alan reached for the ignition. “The engine will help a little.”
“Yes, yes!” shouted Robin. “I’ll send her every kind of signal I can think of.”
Robin filled the near sea with messages, hoping desperately for a response. The squeaks receded into the ocean’s background noise, now corrupted by Esperanza’s diesel. The dolphins – and Artemisia – were gone.
Esperanza rocked in the waves, until Alan and Robin accepted their loss.
Alan grunted. “It’s humiliating to think that we’re less interesting than dolphins.”
“At least we recorded her signals. Maybe someone can figure out what they mean.”
“We got video, but the quality is not very good.”
“Dammit!” Robin cried. “That was once in a lifetime.”
“Alan spoke gravely. “Maybe once in a millennium.”
“What…” She pointed to the sky. “You think Artemisia came from out there?”
“I know what most scientists would think of that theory. But I can’t come up with a better one.”
Alan and Robin sailed home in sullen silence. They brought Esperanza into her slip, making her fast with docking lines.
“We should clean up the boat,” said Alan. “Shut down all the systems.”
“Not tonight,” said Robin. “I’m too depressed.”
Alan lay in his bunk, trying to read. Nothing held his interest. Nothing matched Artemisia.
What could she have been? An artificial brain, with an impervious shell and an invisible propulsion system?
Some scientists had speculated that humans would be succeeded by intelligent machines. Would they be just sophisticated robots, or could they choose what they would do and where they would go?
Machines could tolerate hardship and boredom far better than a biological being. Would such a sapient entity have feelings?
If Artemisia had stayed longer, he and Robin might have been able to tell. Now she was gone, because they had not been clever enough to hold her interest.
Alan hung a transmitting hydrophone off Esperanza’s stern. Connecting his multi-disk player, he began transmitting music into the deep. He started with Bach’s greatest fugue.
A silly thing to do. Like leaving a porch light on in the hope that your angry lover will return, forgiving everything.
Alan arose early the next morning, letting Robin sleep.
He began washing salt off the boat. As he wiped down the stern rail, he noticed an odd glow in the water. He leaned overboard, staring into the murky darkness.
A smile spread slowly across his sun-damaged face. “Well,” he said, “hello there.”
Robin hugged him as if he had saved her life. Alan shrugged modestly. “Maybe we are more interesting than dolphins.”
“We need to show her that we want to exchange information, to converse.”
“I don’t know yet. I’m running her signals through the best analytical programs I can find. Her language is not like anything I’ve ever seen.”
“Maybe she found dolphin language more recognizable.”
“That could be it!” said Robin. “She may have thought that intelligent life exists only in the sea.”
Alan extended their thought experiment. “She, or whoever sent her, may not have known of humans.”
“How could they miss us? We’re noisy as hell, sending out radio, television, and radar signals.”
“They might have been searching for other forms of life, or other evidence of intelligence.”
“Why would she stick around when we have nothing to offer but scientific junk mail?”
Alan scratched his unshaven chin. “We may be the surprise.”
“I’m running out of things to send her.”
Alan pondered. “You receive television through your computer, right?”
“Everyone does, except you.”
Alan ignored the dig. “How about sending her the news?”
Robin brightened. “It’ll take me a while to program that.”
“What am I going to do to keep her interested in the meantime?”
“Well,” said Robin, “you could sing to her.”
Alan donned his wet suit, slipping into the water beside Artemisia. Hesitantly, he laid his hand on her translucent surface, half expecting a shock. He felt nothing but crystalline hardness.
Her internal glow seemed brighter. Is she responding to me?
Alan sang every song he could remember, making up phrases where he had forgotten the words. How awful this must sound, with the distortion of the watery medium and his own limitations as a singer.
He remembered Robin’s sarcasm. Jailers could use his singing voice on prisoners at Guantanamo Bay. Surely they would confess.
Artemisia beeped. More slowly this time, as if she were adjusting to his inferior intelligence.
He was feeling the first numbness of hypothermia when an object appeared in front of his face mask — the small board that he and Robin used to write notes while they were diving. Robin’s message was brief: “I just started sending her the news.”
Alan was slow to rise to the surface. “Can’t talk,” he croaked. He had given Artemisia everything he had.
Robin helped him to stand. She threw an arm around his waist, bracing him against a fall.
“Let’s watch the news,” she said, “on a real television set.”
The images on Esperanza’s screen seemed even uglier than usual, the commentary even more inane. “This may convince her,” said Robin, “that we really are stupid.”
Alan pointed to the screen. “Navy ships are conducting a search operation off the back side of Catalina.”
Robin studied the steep island slope in the background. “That’s where we were.”
“They’re using a submersible. They’re looking for Artemisia.”
“If Meteor Man talked, the Navy will come to see us. They’ll see the glow. Where can we hide her?
“Maybe we can put something over her, to disguise her.” He paused. “If this is a serious investigation, they may seize your computer.”
“All my work is on that machine!”
“Can you transfer your files?”
“I’ll put them on disks, then overwrite the data. I hope that’s enough.”
Alan grabbed their underwater video camera. “I’ll take close-ups, just in case we lose her.”
The Navy telephoned the next morning, inviting themselves aboard Esperanza at ten.
“Time to hide our visitor,” said Alan. He donned his SCUBA gear, picked up a tarpaulin, and slid quietly into the water.
He hovered over Artemisia’s glowing bulk. “I need to cover you for a few hours,” he told her. He must sound as idiotic as barbarians sounded to the ancient Greeks. Ba ba ba.
As gently as possible, he spread the tarp over Artemisia. He backed off a few feet to watch her reaction.
A gleam penetrated the tarpaulin, turning it translucent. The fabric began to disintegrate, sheets of material falling away. Soon there was nothing left.
I should have known, thought Alan. Don’t imprison intelligence.
Very cautiously, he approached Artemisia again. “I’m sorry,” he said into the water, “but I have to hide you somehow. If I don’t, they’ll take you away.”
He extended his hand toward her, fearing that his flesh would be vaporized. No heat.
He laid both hands on Artemisia’s top. Using his swim fins for leverage, he gently pushed her down. She sank to the bottom without protest.
“Wait here,” he said aloud. “I’ll be back.”
Is it just darker down here, or has her glow diminished?
Robin paced nervously on the pier, wondering what the Navy would do. She imagined armed men brushing her and Alan aside, stripping the yacht, carrying away everything that mattered. They would haul Artemisia out of the bay, dumping her on to a barge. “National security,” they would say.
Too much Hollywood. The Navy had sent only two people, a man and a woman in crisp dress uniforms.
Robin spoke quietly to Alan as the Navy people approached along the pier. “One of us has to lie.”
“And you just nominated me.”
“What if they want to search the boat?”
“We have to let them. If we don’t, they’ll be suspicious.”
“I didn’t have time to clean up my cabin.” Robin studied the neatly dressed female officer. Not a hair out of place.
Captain Babb and Lieutenant MacDonald were attractive officers with excellent posture and keen, penetrating eyes. The Navy had sent its best.
“You must have seen the meteor,” said the firm-jawed Babb.
“Yes,” Alan replied, “we did.” Be responsive, with minimal information.
“It shook us up,” Robin added.
Lieutenant MacDonald focused her bright green eyes on Robin. “You do oceanographic work. Did you search for the object?”
“We looked, but we didn’t find a meteorite.”
Alan intervened. “You might want to ask the man in the trawler. He was equipped to pick up something heavy from the bottom.”
“We did,” said Babb. “He didn’t find it either.”
“I can understand why scientists would be interested in a meteorite,” said Robin, “but why the Navy?”
“It may not have been a meteorite. It may have been a satellite re-entering the atmosphere.”
“One of ours?” asked Alan.
Lieutenant MacDonald smiled at Alan, with fatal charm. “Mind if we look around?”
The Navy people went through every compartment, opening doors and hatches. Robin stayed with them, trying to be cordial.
Alan remained on deck, nervously glancing over Esperanza’s stern. No sign of Artemisia.
As the Navy officers came up from below, he spoke toward the bow. “Everything okay?”
Captain Babb stared into Alan’s eyes. “If you learn anything about this object, can we count on you to tell us?”
“Sure,” Alan responded uncomfortably.
Lieutenant MacDonald smiled, enchantingly. “We’ll be in touch.”
Alan and Robin watched with fixed smiles until the Navy people were out of sight. Alan leaned against a stay, expelling a contained breath. “I hate lying to people.”
“I know,” said Robin, “and so do they.”
Alan returned to the water to raise Artemisia from her hiding place. Robin logged on to her computer to search relevant blogs.
After an hour, she found what she did not want to find. The most credible of the UFO sites reported a rumor that the object striking the sea had not been a meteorite, but some sort of alien craft.
Alan watched over her shoulder as Robin checked other blogs. “This story may spread,” she said.
Alan tried to be reassuring. “It won’t have much credibility.”
“Should we go to the media, tell the real story ourselves?”
“They won’t believe us, unless they see Artemesia with their own eyes.”
“We could give them the video.”
“A mysterious fuzzy light on a dark background? The media have been there before.”
“We can’t keep this to ourselves forever. We don’t have the resources to deal with Artemisia.”
Alan nodded. “At some point, we have to inform the right people.”
“And who might they be?”
“Would scientists do the right thing if they knew?”
Robin spoke sharply. “I wouldn’t count on that. Some of them think they know what’s best for the rest of us.”
Alan tried to step back from his feelings. “We don’t own Artemisia.”
“No one should.”
They stared at the screen as if that would help. The computer offered no wisdom.
“What should we do?” asked Robin. “What should we do?”
Now, dear reader, it’s your turn to suggest the next events in this story. How should it end? What should the discoverers do? Feel free to write an ending of 1000 words or less.
Copyright Michael A.G. Michaud 2007