Oh, I am good! This little artificial voice argues as well as I did long ago, staving off abrupt action by my impatient peers.

Greeter glides into the network. I feel his cool electron flux, eloquent as usual.

“I agree with Seeker,” he states surprisingly. “The creatures do not need to be told about their danger. They are already figuring it out for themselves.”

Now this does interest me. I sweep my subpersona aside and extend a tendril of my Very Self into the network. None of the others even notice the shift.

“What makes you believe this?” I ask Greeter.

Greeter indicates our array of receivers salvaged from ancient derelicts. “We’re intercepting what the humans say to each other as they explore this asteroid belt,” he says. “One human, in particular, appears on the verge of understanding what happened here, long ago.”

Greeter’s tone of smugness must have been borrowed from Earthly television shows. But that is understandable. Greeter’s makers were enthusiasts, who programmed him to love nothing greater than the simple pleasure of saying hello.

“Show me,” I tell him. I am reluctant to hope that the long wait was over at last.

2

Ursula Fleming stared as the asteroid’s slow rotation brought ancient, shattered ruins into view below. “Lord, what a mess,” she said, sighing.

She had been five years in the Belt, exploring and salvaging huge alien works, but never had she beheld such devastation as this.

Only four kilometers away, the hulking asteroid lay nearly black against the starry band of the Milky Way, glistening here and there in the light of the distant sun. The rock stretched more than two thousand meters along its greatest axis. Collisions had dented, cracked, and cratered it severely since it had broken from its parent body more than a billion years ago.