The Mad Hatter
They found his body near a dumpster in the alley behind a club called CBGB's.
The place had been in the Manhattan Bowery for over a hundred and fifty years
and was a kind of shrine to musicians from all the settled planets. People
wondered if the dead man had been a musician in some previous life. Maybe
he'd chosen to die in the alley as some symbolic act, perhaps of love for
music, or as retribution for music having forgotten him.
alcoholism that had killed him and the rats that had been working on him
since, the man's body was in bad shape. He was identified through DNA
records, and his daughter, a water miner on the dark side of the moon, came
down to claim the body.
It shocked the old-timers in the neighborhood to
find out that the stories the aged drunk had been spinning for years, about
his being an astronaut and explorer on the edge of the solar system, might
have been true. His name matched a name in the old public space registries,
and his age was right to be a Mad Hatter a deep space explorer back
before that kind of travel was safe or even reasonable.
being the first humans to visit the gas giants beyond the asteroid belt, that
early group of freelance astronauts was also notable for the absurd doses of
radiation and cosmic rays they absorbed. The whole generation had been pretty
much wiped out by an variety of exotic bone diseases and cancers. The ones
with the more benign growths merely went mad with inoperable brain
Nagesh Shah, the current owner of CBGB's, had sometimes left
coffee in back of the club for the old man. One night, just after New
Year's, Nagesh ran into the astronaut's daughter as she was heading back to
"Is it true what they're saying? Was your father once a
space cowboy?" he asked.
The woman reached into an interior pocket of
her bulky jacket and removed a small silver case, the size of a prescription
pill bottle. She opened the case and poured a pile of glittering white
crystals into her hand.
"In the extraordinary pressure of Neptune's
atmosphere, methane crystallizes. It rains diamonds all over the planet.
Physicists predicted it. My father proved it."
"He was living on
leftovers in my alley, and he had diamonds in his pocket?"
wasn't built for a flight that close to Neptune. None were back then. He
killed his entire crew getting these. Then he left my mother and me soon
after he got back to Earth. Swore that one of the diamonds had flown through
the ship's hull and lodged in his skull. I think that was just the brain
"May I hold one of the stones?" asked Nagesh.
The woman handed him the largest of the diamonds. It was the size
of Nagesh's thumbnail. He held it up and looked at the clear winter
stars through it. The crystal was an exquisite object.
As he handed
the stone back, Nagesh said, "I wanted to go to space when I was a boy."
The astronaut's daughter poured the diamonds into their case and put
it back in her pocket. "Space is like anywhere else," she said. "It's
full of assholes."
The two of them shook hands briefly and went their
separate ways. It was very cold out, and a light snow was starting.
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Richard Kadrey is a member of a small group of innovative writers, including William Gibson, Bruce Sterling, John Shirley, Pat Cadigan, Tom Maddox, and others, who changed the face of science fiction in the 1980s. He also creates art. He lives in San Francisco.