‘I think it’s nearly dead,’ she said.
The gabbleduck seemed a sleepy old man, its head nodding, bill lowering to its chest then jerking up again. Removing his QC laser, Jonas laid it on the console before him. They both stared at it. He guessed she understood his intent. They both knew how hooders fed.
‘But of biogenetic artefacts left by those races there are many: plants obviously made to refine metals from soil, worms made to accumulate radioactives in their bodies, and perhaps many others we don’t recognize. You know there are theories that even some Terran life-forms are such artefacts? Why do some creatures carry a venomous punch so far in excess of that required to kill their prey? Why the chalk-builders, the coral-makers, why this why that? Much was attributed to Gaean theories. Now there is some doubt.’
‘You’ll be getting to a point sometime soon,’ said Shardelle. ‘I think we are running out of time for discussion … Oh hell.’ She leant forward.
The gabbleduck held out a claw.
‘Kzzz lub luha Brogon,’ it stated, its voice clear over exterior com, then it abruptly sagged and its bill came down to rest upon its chest. The light went out of its eyes.
Jonas lowered his gaze to the map screen.
‘They’re coming.’
He picked up his QC laser.
A rushing hissing impinged. Jonas could feel the ATV vibrating. He closed his eyes and swallowed drily. What did his theories matter now? And even should he not state them, Rodol would have most certainly worked it all out.
The first hooder came in from the right, its front end rearing thirty metres into the air, then coming down like a striking snake on the mountainous corpse. It began feeding, its long body rippling down its length. He did not see the second approach, just suddenly there were two hooders there, tearing at the corpse. Then a crash and the ATV shifted to one side, bouncing on its suspension as another of the monstrous creatures came past. Another rose up behind the others, vertical rows of eyes glowing, eating utensils opening out in a deadly glassy array. Down. Corpse jerked this way and that. Limbs conveyed away, sheets of skin peeled, fat and muscle and sprays of milky blood. Soon there was more hooder to be seen than gabbleduck: a great black Gordian tangle, racketing with the sound of some vast machine shop. It took less than an hour. One hooder slid away, then another. Jonas waited for one to come straight at the ATV. He wondered when he would fire the first shot through the side of Shardelle’s head. When it hit the vehicle, when it tore it open, or at the point when one of those cowls poised above them? One of the creatures came close, shaking the ATV and jouncing it along the ground as its carapace worked like some giant rough saw down the side of the bodywork. Then they were all gone, and he was staring down at the map screen watching their transponder signals depart.
‘I guess they’ve eaten enough,’ said Shardelle.
There was nothing solid left, only fluids spattered on ground that looked as if it had been ploughed.
‘Bones as well – everything,’ said Jonas. ‘But then that is probably their purpose.’
She looked at him, sharp, annoyed. He stood and headed for the door and she followed.
‘You want to know what The Gabble is?’ he asked, standing at the edge of the churned ground.
‘Of course I do.’
He gestured to the mess before them. ‘Something made the hooders and the tricones. The hooders were most certainly a weapon in some war and the tricones made to digest the physical remnants of a civilization.’
‘But why?’
‘We’ll probably not know the answer to that. Tricones and hooders possess the same planetary genome as the gabbleducks, which means the gabbleducks probably made them. But their final purpose might not be the gabbleducks’ own.’
‘You hinted that you knew what The Gabble is,’ said Shardelle stubbornly.
‘Maybe it’s a language of non-meaning: words spoken by a race that has given up, withdrawn, even chosen to forgo intelligence. A race become so self-effacing it has made tricones to wipe out every trace of its civilization, and turned its own war machines to the purpose of destroying even the remains of its own devolved descendants. Or perhaps it’s even worse than that.’
‘How could it possibly be worse?’
‘Perhaps they lost some war, and this was done to them by the victors: their civilization erased, their creatures turned upon them – just enough mind remaining to them so they always remember what happened, that scrap of intelligence just enough for them to know how to hold off the hooders until they die.’
Shardelle shivered. Jonas felt an immense sadness at the core of which grew the seed of new purpose. Calypse hung above the far horizon, etched out by the setting sun, and silhouetted came the ECS transport. Tragedy here, or choice – he did not know. He swore to himself, in that moment, that one day he would.
Author’s Notes
1 Softly Spoke the Gabbleduck
In my first book published by Macmillan I created a character called Mr Crane, a two-metre-tall brass android killing machine with a tendency to rip people apart, yet for whom many readers felt a great affection. The upshot of this was his resurrection in the third book of the Cormac Sequence, Brass Man. In the second book of that same sequence, The Line of Polity, I described a weird creature called a gabbleduck, which readers seemed to find equally attractive. Tracing the genesis of this monster back through my mind, I see my fear as a child when coming face to face with an enormous gander at Colchester zoo … subsequently being called a gabble-duck by my mother when I wouldn’t shut up … and making something weird and duck-like out of papier mâché when I was about seven … or maybe it has nothing to do with these at all. I plan to do a novel about these creatures because throughout the Cormac Sequence, and stories like the one below, they’ve grown into something more than mere beasts. ‘Softly Spoke the Gabbleduck’ was first published in Asimov’s Science Fiction, August 2005; then was reprinted in The Year’s Best Science Fiction Twenty-Third Annual Collection edited by Gardner Dozois (July 2006 – St Martin’s Griffin Books), and has since been translated into Russian.
2 Putrefactors
This story contains numerous links to my Polity books. We have here Erlin, the heroine from The Skinner and The Voyage of the Sable Keech, we have a monitor from Earth who was essentially a precursor to the ECS agent, we have the idea of the Serban Kline download to corrupt the mind of a Golem. Another bit of world-building here that took its genesis from just one word that was the original title of this story: ‘Shroudbeast’. Oh yeah, before I forget, we also have here the psychotic Golem that the Serban Kline download produced. Now, you just know this is going to get nasty … ‘Putrefactors’ was published only in a now defunct magazine called Zest (issue 7), summer 1999.
3 Garp and Geronamid
In my second book for Macmillan, The Skinner, I introduced a character called Sable Keech, a policeman so determined to catch certain criminals that he continued searching for them for seven hundred years after his own death. He was a reification: a corpse kept mobile by cybermotors, preserved by chemical and other means, his mind recorded to crystal within it. In that book I hinted that he wasn’t the only one of this kind, and of course it was an idea I enjoyed too much to leave alone. The subsequent story evolved out of that and out of the various artificial intelligences and machinations at the border of the Polity. ‘Garp and Geronamid’ appeared in Interzone (issue 199), July/August 2005.
4 The Sea of Death
Like many other writers of short science fiction, Interzone was a definite target for me, in fact it was my first target. Every short story I wrote over a period of fifteen years winged its way to that magazine and a rejection letter winged its way back. They were very nice rejection letters, but still …Then I finally managed to break in with ‘The Sea of Death’, though I still wish one of my stories had broken into that market before my first science-fiction novels from Macmillan were in the bookshops. If wishes were fishes, Britain might still have a trawler industry.
Published in Interzone (issue 169), July 2001.
5 Alien Archaeology
Time for another gabbleduck story. Determined, on a break between books, to keep throwing something at the short-story markets, I sat down to write a couple. That they both came out at over 20,000 words might mean I’m getting too used to writing novels, or I’m just getting waffly. I hope not. The first of these stories, ‘Alien Archaeology’ was first published in Asimov’s Science Fiction, June 2007; thereafter in The Year’s Best Science Fiction Twenty-Fifth Annual Collection edited by Gardner Dozois (July 2008 – St Martin’s Griffin Books).
6 Acephalous Dreams
In this story the artificial intelligence Geronamid appears again along with one of the artefacts left scattered about the galaxy by a long-dead race called the Csorians, who had likely been mucking about with a technology left by another dead race; the lethal Jain technology that features in many of my books and stories. ‘Acephalous Dreams’ appeared only once before, in volume one of the Adventure anthology, edited by Chris Roberson (November 2005 – Monkeybrain Books).
7 Snow in the Desert
An odd one here, written quite some time ago and subsequently rewritten, a lot. As anyone knows who reads my stuff, I like my super-tough heroes and lethal androids. It first appeared in Paul Fraser’s sadly defunct Spectrum SF (issue 8), May 2002. It was then taken for Year’s Best SF, volume 8, edited by David G. Hartwell and Kathryn Cramer (June 2003 – Eos Books).
8 Choudapt
This was published only in the now defunct magazine Sci-Fright. It was one of my ventures into playing with the idea of doctor mycelia, and familiar ideas about transformation, and humans with mandibles. Sick mind, I guess.
9 Adaptogenic
This story was published by an excellent magazine called Threads (issue 2), January 2002. Here you can see the genesis of the lethal life-forms to be found in The Skinner. In fact there are hammer-whelks on this world – I guess sometime I’ll have to think up some explanation as to why they are there. Also, the four-seasons changer used by Jason Chel bears a striking resemblance to the device that Sable Keech used to resurrect himself.
10 The Gabble
This goes much deeper into the history of the gabble-ducks and what they are all about. Its timeframe is sometime after the events on this world detailed in The Line of Polity, so the appearance of dracomen, whilst incongruous in a short story, fits into the panoramic view. I’m going to do more about gabbleducks – expect a book about them within the next few years. ‘The Gabble’ was published by Asimov’s Science Fiction, March 2006.
Neal Asher, The Gabble and Other Stories
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