Xeelee: Endurance by Stephen Baxter Read Free Book Online Page B

retain enough heat to remain liquid for a long time, perhaps thousands of years. Such a lake had formed here, and then frozen over with a thin crust, on top of which that skim of sand had been wind-blown. But the briny lake remained under the ice, hoarding its heat.
    And, studded around the lake’s circular rim, we saw more sponge-like masses like the one we had discovered wrapped up in silane film at the shore of the polar lake. These masses were positioned quite regularly around the lake, and many were placed close by crevasses that seemed to offer a route down into the deep structure of the ice rock beneath us. Miriam started gathering data eagerly.
    Meanwhile, Poole was puzzling over images returned from the very bottom of the crater lake. He had found motion, obscure forms labouring. They looked to me like machines quarrying a rock deposit. But I could not read the images well enough, and as Poole did not ask for my opinions I kept my mouth shut.
    Miriam Berg was soon getting very agitated by what she was finding. Even as she gathered the data and squirted it up to Harry Poole in the Crab , she eagerly hypothesised. ‘Look – I think it’s obvious there are at least two kinds of life here, the silanes of the ethane lakes and the CHON sponges. I’ve done some hasty analysis on the CHON tissues. They’re like us, but not identical. They use a subtly different subset of amino acids to build their proteins; they have a variant of our DNA in there – a different set of bases, a different coding system. The silanes, meanwhile, are like the life systems we’ve discovered in the nitrogen pools on Triton, but again not identical, based on a different subset of silicon-oxygen molecular strings.
    ‘It’s possible both forms of life were brought here through panspermia – the natural wafting of life between the worlds in the form of something like spores, blasted off their parent world by impacts and driven here by sunlight and gravity. If the System’s CHON life arose first on Earth or Mars, it might easily have drifted here and seeded in a crater lake, and followed a different evolutionary strategy. Similarly the silanes at the poles floated here from Triton or somewhere else, found a congenial place to live, and followed their own path, independently of their cousins . . .’ She shook her head. ‘It seems remarkable that here we have a place, this moon, a junction where families of life from different ends of the Solar System can coexist.’
    ‘But there’s a problem,’ Bill Dzik called from his shower. ‘Both your silanes and your sponges live in short-term environments. The ethane lakes pretty much dry up every Titan year. And each crater lake will freeze solid after a few thousand years.’
    ‘Yes,’ Miriam said. ‘So both forms need to migrate. And that’s how, I think, they came to cooperate . . .’
    She sketched a hasty narrative of the CHON sponges leaving the crater lakes as they cooled, and finding their way to the summer pole. Maybe they got there by following deep crevasses, smashed into Titan’s ice crust by the impacts that dug out crater lakes like this one in the first place. Down there they would find liquid water, kilometres deep and close to the ammonia ocean. It would be cold, briny, not to terrestrial tastes, but it would be liquid, and survivable. And at the pole they would find the silane lilies floating on their ethane seas. The lilies in turn needed to migrate to the winter pole, where their precious life-stuff ethane was raining out.
    Miriam mimed, her fist touching her flattened palm. ‘So they come together, the sponges and the lilies—’
    ‘To make the Titan birds,’ I said.
    ‘That’s the idea. The timing must be complicated, but both need to migrate. The birds come flapping up out of the lake, just as we saw, heading for the winter pole: sponges as bodies or brains, silanes as wings, one seeking cold, one warmth, but both needing to be on the move. Maybe the sponges