Transtition
By Andrew D. Wright
I'd heard the stories of the luckless sods who had linked
to some methane breather's long forgotten transit grid. Messing with an
alien coder was the next biggest mistake you could ever make. I had
heard of surprise deliveries of still smoking spare ribs showing up out
of the blue that later turned out to be...you get the
idea.
In theory, the search beams could tag you and draw you
through the nearest link, but in practise it was usually too late
already by the time somebody reported you missing. Just what part of
the sky did you point the beam at? It took time to find residual
probability anomalies in stray interstellar hydrogen atoms and account
for all the known links. The nature of links themselves didn't help
things any with their here/not here dualisms. At least Schrodinger's
Cat had a box he could always be found in, dead and/or alive. I'd read
about searches and seen the vids.