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SYNOPSIS: A scientific expedition to an unexplored corner
of New Guinea makes a strange and terrible discovery.
INTRO COMMENTS: Warning: contains... well, I don’t want to
give anything away. But be ready for what Eye of Serpent has
called ‘Extremely Disturbing Imagination’. Extremely
disturbing. If you’ve read my other stories you have an idea
of what you are in for.
Katy spun open the carabiner and stepped away from the rope on wobbly legs. She looked up at
the four thin yellow cables rising three hundred feet up to the cliff edge, sliding over rock
face and dangling through empty air.
And through that stupid bush , she thought, reaching down to scratch at the welts the plant
in question had left on her legs.
But complaining about excessive foliage in Papua was like complaining about excessive sand at the
beach, and the descent had gone swimmingly, all things considered. Katy looked around the
slope of loose rock she was now standing on. Carol was tying off the ropes
to the cliff edge, and gave Katy a quick thumbs-up. Katy grinned at her.
She turned around to feel the enormity of it.
They were in a sinkhole, a huge collapsed cave easily a thousand feet in diameter. The floor was
a mix of weathered stone and glossy green plants, mostly bushes and ferns, the trees among them
stunted from lack of soil. The walls of the hold were broken cliff faces, covered in moss and
tenacious creepers; the entire circumference of the top edge was root-furred overhang. From the
air, it looked more or less like any other part of the thick jungle covering Papua’s southern
highlands; Katy thought they might be the first people ever to come down here.
Wen and Beshaarir came out from around a dappled mahogany plant. “Welcome to the hole,” Wen
said to Katy, stepping up to clasp hands. “We’re pretty much done pitching camp.”
The expedition had spent the better part of the day lowering themselves and their supplies to
the floor of the sinkhole. Wen picked up the last couple of rucksacks as Beshaarir—Bish—
grinned at Katy and clasped her hand in turn. Carol was finishing up organizing the climbing gear
and double-checking the ropelines. Those lines were the only way back, a double set of nylon
ropes; scaling the crumbling cliffs was out of the question. Katy would probably be able to do
it, or Carol, but none of their travelers stood a chance.
“Anything on the radio?” Katy asked Bish.
“Not a chance. Not even that bang-bang-pling station from Wabag.”
No surprise. But their expedition was filed with the authorities, and the universities,
and Katy had made sure the other guides knew where they were and so did Douglas and his
Piper Cub. If they didn’t turn up in a couple of weeks people knew where to come looking for
them. Katy had organized a dozen of these expeditions into the New Guinea highlands; safety was
her primary byword.
Carol and Wen came over, Wen carrying a tarp bundle and a mesh sack. It rained at least
once a day, so for drinking water all they had to do was spread out plastic sheeting and
catch it in bottles. If they could find a spring down here it would probably be safe to
drink, but Katy didn’t like “ifs” so they’d brought the sheeting, in case they found
something in the water her test kit didn’t like.
“We’re good to go,” Carol said, so the four of them scrambled off of the scree pile and
down into the embrace of the jungle. Wen took point, leading them through the lush
plant life towards one of the more solid faces of the sinkhole wall.
Katy kept looking up and each time she did so she smiled. They had done it, had
descended to the floor of the sinkhole she’d found three years ago. They were walking on
ground untrodden by civilized man. Or women, in the case of this expedition.
An all-female expedition. It hadn’t started out that way, but Professor Brown canceled
and then Jefferson Shakoff had been hospitalized, and the week before they were due to
leave Andy Fitzsimmons had pulled out too. So, all women by default; it made for an
interesting footnote. Katy knew that there were some additional risks without any men
on board, but the only tribes in the area were by reputation tolerant of strangers. Katy
had met the Unpathaqa twice and both times they had been quite courteous in their
bone-through-the-septum penis-gourd-wearing sort of way. She’d never met any of the tribes
in this area, but they hadn’t seen any sign of them anyway. No sign of other people at all
since the helicopter dropped them off; not even pig tracks. As though no one had
ever been here at all.
Katy thought of the sinkhole with a sort of proprietary feel; she had discovered it,
and now she had brought a team to explore it. It might never bear her name on a
map but by gum it was hers in all the ways that mattered. She found it first, and she
came back and jumped in.
The vegetation thinned as the four of them neared a different section of cliff face. Wen
led them around a stand of Myristica taller than herself and there it was: forward camp.
As far from civilization as they were planning to get. Base camp was at the top end of the
ropes, and half a mile up hill. At base camp you could use the radio.
Katy looked around and nodded; she had picked out the spot but the other women had prepped
the site. From the looks of it, they’d done a good job. All seven of them looked up as Katy,
Wen, Bish and Carol came into the rock-floored clearing, then went back to what they were doing.
Not just a clearing, the campsite was almost a cave; north facing so that the mouth was in the
sun. It was a smooth bite taken out of the base of the cliff, an almost perfect quarter sphere.
The cliff walls were shot through with other caves but this one was well-lit, dry, and—with
a little effort—free from spiders and other crawlies. It also offered a splendid view of the
opposite wall and the arcing rim above.
The radio had been set up on the little camper’s table. Tasya sat next to it, fiddling
with the dials. Her face didn’t look as though she held out much hope of finding anything.
Ginger was sorting through her tools. Surbitsar and Kiko were seated on their bedrolls, leafing
through reference manuals. Maria had her laptop out. Carin was sipping from her canteen.
Milly was at the rear wall of the cave, examining a lavender-colored creeper.
Botanists and entomologists and a single ornithologist, representing three different institutions
of higher learning. Katy had hoped to rope in a geologist, but that had fallen through at
the last moment with Shakoff’s car accident. Still, the potential for discovery here was
tremendous; although Katy couldn’t tell a quoll from a bandicoot, she had been present
when Professor Lewis had first contacted the Ratumbo’a tribe, and simply being associated with
that was a thrill. No anthropologists or zoologists this time, but then two weeks in a sinkhole
didn’t appeal to those disciplines as much.
“About an hour of sunlight,” Carol observed, standing next to her. Carol was Katy’s
right-hand woman, guide number two, a strictly no-nonsense outdoorswoman. She didn’t like
civilization, really, and she left to Katy all the minutia about such things as how they got
paid. But no one had better instincts in the bush. She and Katy had... unresolved issues, but
issues or no Katy could trust Carol in any situation.
“Can we get started?” Ginger asked. Professor Maitland, really, only on Katy’s
expedition everyone went by first name. People responded more quickly if you
hollered at them with their first name. Last names were for activities with a
lower reaction-time profile.
“I’d like to get a better sense of the hole,” Katy said. “We’ve got a week here
and it’s only a few thousand square feet, so we shouldn’t be in a hurry. Carol, you
take Wen, Ginger, Carin, and Tasya, and circle clockwise. I’ll take Bish, Kiko, Milly,
Maria and Surbitsar, and circle counter-clockwise. I want everyone on the lookout for
poisonous plants, venomous snakes, deadfalls. It’s just like up above down
here, only it gets dark earlier, so be aware. We’ll meet in the middle and
then finish our circuits to back here. Look for possible springs for drinking
water, note any hazards, and get a feel for the terrain. This is our first look
so don’t hurry but keep moving, anything you want to investigate further we can
come back tomorrow.”
“There is nothing on the radio,” Tasya announced, her accent making it
sound like ‘Dere is no-teeng’. “Not even the bang-bang-pling-pling music.”
“Then whatever Earth-shaking discoveries we make will have to wait until we
get back to civilization to be reported,” Katy replied. “Is everyone ready? Let’s check out
our new stomping grounds.”
Katy totally looked like Lara Croft.
Okay, her hair is blondish rather than brown, and she doesn’t have a
long ponytail, and she doesn’t have tits bigger than her head. But she’s
got those cute little shorts that are totally too short for her and
that tight tight shirt and the way she just takes charge...
Bish sighed. She had known that two weeks in the jungle, on an all-girl
expedition with total hotties for guides would be hard on her libido,
but knowing ahead of time and experiencing the fact were two totally
different things. And of course this sort of trip didn’t attract the
overweight or the elderly, just the young and fit... there wasn’t a woman
among them whose ass didn’t merit Bish’s attention.
Ginger was older, of course, but a total PILF, and Tasya was hot in that
Spy-Who-Loved-Me way and there were Wen and Milly, the Chinagirl from Shanghai
and the Chinagirl from Melbourne, and Kiko from Japan by way of Los Angeles who
would look just so scrumptious in a schoolgirl outfit, and Brazilian Maria
and blond oh-so-American Carin, and then there was Carol with that
strong nose and deep deep tan who could just hold Bish down and...
Surbitsar was the least exciting of course because she was just from
Chennai, and even she was hot. Not that Bish dated other Indian girls but
Surbitsar could be the exception, had she been gay.
But she wasn’t, Bish was pretty sure. None of the rest of them had been
giving her any vibes, either, although Carol was totally inscrutable and
Kiko and Wen were pretty hard to read as well. Carin and Maria were just
habitual flirts. And who knew which way
Tasya swung...
Focus, girl. You can bury your face between thighs back in Sydney,
you’re here for your dissertation.
Katy clambered atop a boulder and squatted into a deep-knee bend, and
Bish sighed.
Dinner was an ebullient affair. In just their little circuit of the hole,
Ginger had found and bagged two unfamiliar beetles, and Kiko identified a
Melaleuca plant with totally new markings.
Milly took another spoonful of the couscous; among her other talents,
Katy was a surprisingly good cook. Good thing, since Milly doubted that
any of the rest of them had much in the way of culinary mastery.
The sun crawled up the eastern wall of the hole, lighting ferns and creepers
which dangled for hundreds of feet. There was a small waterfall, which splashed down
into a pool at the cliff bottom which had been full of colorful and mildly
poisonous (to eat) frogs. None of the frogs were new, although none of the expedition were
really animal experts. Milly had her undergraduate degree in vertebrate biology, but she
was studying fungi now; and anyway, it was very unlikely for a hole of ten or twenty
thousand square feet to contain any unique species of a larger form of life. Bugs,
possibly.
Not bugs, insects. Bugs are something specific, Milly corrected herself.
That’s like calling a mushroom a plant.
She was almost certainly the most junior person here, only in her second year of
the graduate program at Melbourne. But when she had heard that Dr. Maitland was
going... and then Milly’s advisor went on sabbatical so the timing just seemed
propitious.
Propitious. The trip had been muddy, buggy, sweaty, and blister inducing. But as
Milly watched the sunlight recede up the cliff, she had to admit there was also
some magic here.
And definitely scholarly potential. The cliff walls were riddled with caves.
Carol was already planning out which ones to investigate in the morning; most were higher
than ground level but several of them not by much. Some functioned as drains, piping out
the water that stood in several small interconnected pools, and hinting that the cave
systems must run for very long distances.
Any of them could have some interesting fungi. Probably not unique, not like
the plants and insects, but worth investigating all the same.
Katy was happy because her campers were happy. The others were happy because
they were here, finally, and were about to start actual fieldwork. It had
been five days of slogging to get here, after the helicopter drop, much of it
in rain, but now the immediate future held discovery and potential fame. Milly
was, perhaps, less excited than the others, but still she wouldn’t have traded
anything to be back home. The field was where all the interesting things
happened.
Carin had spotted just the thing, a single-stream waterfall into a shallow
pool about a quarter of the way around the hole. Her hair felt filthy and
her face greasy and when she had stuck her hand into the stream the water
was even kind of warm...
“I saw a waterfall just over there and I’d, well, I’d like to go wash off.”
Katy looked up at the sky, which was coming over purple as the sun sunk below
the actual horizon somewhere to the west.
“Well, it’ll be dark soon, but I don’t see why not. I’d say take a buddy but
you’re only going over, what, a couple hundred feet, and you’ll want some
privacy... sure. Take a torch and be careful. And don’t drink the water,
it’s probably fine but you never know.”
“Great, thanks.” Carin rummaged through her pack and found the tiny, thin
towel she’d bought at REI back in Chicago. She opened it up, rolled her
sweatshorts and a t-shirt into it, found the little plastic box with the
organic soap, and rolled them all up into a little bundle.
Kiko handed her a flashlight. “Thanks,” she said. She flipped it on and
walked carefully out of camp. The bushes closed immediately behind her,
but as she threaded her way towards where she remembered the waterfall being,
the smooth curve of the rock sheltering the camp lit up with artificial
light.
There was too much running water in the sinkhole for Carin to discern
the waterfall’s individual sound, but suddenly she was there, a ten-foot
opening in the bushes where the splashing water had carried away all the
soil. From a mossy hole in the rocks a dozen feet above, the single
stream of water arced out to splash into a small pebble-bedded pool.
A convenient rock at the base of the cliff became a chair and Carin
unlaced and pulled off her boots, and the knee-high socks (also from REI)
beneath. She winced at the state of her feet; when she got back to
camp she’d have to dig out more moleskin. Standing up, the rock
next became a clothes rack, and was soon wearing her shorts, t-shirt,
underwear and bra.
With the flashlight propped on her piled clothes so as to illuminate
the pool, Carin stepped gingerly across the pebbles, some of which still
had their edges, and under the stream of water. Instant relief. It was warm and
fast and felt clean, and Carin decided that even if she discovered an
entirely new genus down here the waterfall was the best discovery of
all.
The tropics were just so damned dirty, and hot, and wet. She’d been
muddy since the helicopter drop and sleeping in sweaty clothes and
her hair... it was a good thing she’d gotten it cut short because if
she still had the ponytail it would have been disgusting. Not that
Ginger or Kiko or the others seemed to mind theirs, but Carin just
couldn’t stand having dirty hair.
She stood under the water a moment longer and then stepped over to
fetch the soap. It was some organic stuff that was hardly gentle on
the skin, but it did get the job done. Carin lathered up and stepped
under the water to rinse off.
A long moment later, she slicked back her hair and opened her eyes to
see another puddle of light neighboring hers.
“I am waiting patiently for my turn,” said a sultry South American voice.
“And am most definitely giving to you your privacy.”
“I am,” Maria said, as she stepped into the pool totally naked, “over there
behind the bushes. And as I am very patient,” she added, stepping forward,
her dark skin dappling with beads of water from the spray, “you can feel
free to take your time.”
Their nipples touched and Carin shuddered, and then they were kissing
under the waterfall, clean water dousing their nude bodies and running
between their thighs.
The sky was a canopy of glowing dust and sparkling jewels.
“I love the sky out in the country,” Carin whispered, and flexed her fingers,
which were intertwined with Maria’s.
“I too,” Maria replied, and kissed her again.
They were sitting on a dry patch of rock about twenty feet from the waterfall,
which was now almost invisible in the dark. Maria leaned against the boulder
behind them, and sighed.
Carin was the first American girl she had loved—there had been three—who
did not seem to get some sort of ‘thrill of the forbidden’ from loving her.
She was big and gangly and strong: very American. But she was also...
not all tied up inside. She acted without regret.
Maria wondered if she could keep her.
In Brasilia, of course... in Brasil the person that Maria was did not exist
so easily. She loved Brasil, of course, loved the people and their spirit.
But two women together was an affront to masculinity, and could not be
tolerated...
“A penny for your thoughts,” Carin said.
Carin laughed. “It just means that you seem to be thinking of something and
I am wondering what that something is.”
“The future,” Maria sighed. “I am thinking I am falling in love with you,
and this will lead to some choices.”
They were quiet for a moment. The stars truly were magnificent.
“Let the future happen in the future,” Carin said. “We are here on this fantastic
expedition. We can write papers from this, make names. And while we are together
we can make love. And afterward will happen and when it does, we can worry about
it then.”
Maria squeezed her fingers and kissed her again.
“You are right. But— what is that?” she asked.
There was a light—no, not a light, a blue glow, in the bushes on the other side
of the waterfall. Maria and Carin both stood up. The glow faded.
“I sure did,” Carin replied, flicking on her flashlight and walking quickly
around the waterfall. They had already gotten dressed, in case anyone came to
find them. “It moved. Like it walked away.”
“Yes.” They were there now, looking at the cluster of waist-high bushes where the light
had been.
“There!” Carin said, and Maria looked up to see something blue disappear into the
cliff wall.
They picked their way through the bushes to the cliff face, but the hole that it had
vanished into was only about a foot in diameter. Shining a flashlight into it revealed
nothing.
“Bioluminescent...” Carin whispered.
“We may become more famous than we thought.”
Kiko looked up as Maria walked back into camp, looking refreshed, her
long black hair a wet cascade over her shoulders. Carin followed, her
short hair slicked back, looking
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