
Starfish were more vast than harvestships, yet the matter in them could be compressed into a volume smaller than that occupied by the body of a ten-year-old. The atoms were as much foci for forces as part of the life process itself. And most of the creatures of the ecology existed, in part, in hyperspace and another, congruent universe.
At the starfish's heart a tiny fusion flame burned.
Starfish swept up hydrogen and random molecules and occasionally passed a node of hard waste. The nodes were incalculably precious.
The Starfishers called them ambergris. Ambergris was the foundation of their economy.
The nodes were used in instel communicators. There was no substitute. The Seiners controlled the only supply, and, consequently, the market and price.
Countless were the organizations which would pay almost any price for near-instantaneous communication across interstellar distance.
Moyshe benRabi and Masato Storm had been sent among the Seiners to try to find a way for their employers, Confederation Navy, to seize the harvestships and ambergris industry. They had succeeded and failed. They had found the information...
And had elected to become Starfishers themselves.
The hydrogen streams boasted a complex ecology. It included the predatory "shark," which subsisted principally upon starfish. Evolution had equipped starfish with only one truly credible defensive weapon. Intellect.
Deep-space evolution had begun eons before the condensation of Old Earth's sun. The modern starfish species had a remembered history spanning billions of years. They had seen countless planet-born races come and go. They knew the value of their waste.
