《Gift and Power series 3: Visual Effects (Romance/Thought-hearing/Sci-Fi)》 Visual effects / Ch. 1: Meeting Visual effects

Visual effects / Ch. 1:Meeting

Thursday May 12th, 2270 Simon sipped his tea and sat down in the armchair. There was a really tricky problem in the experiment and he needed to think how to fix it. Or at least get back to the results he had a month ago. As every research scientist knows, all the best ideas come during tea breaks, so he was hoping against hope that inspiration would strike. Otherwise it''d probably be another wasted day, trying to find out what was making the equipment give false, or at least, vastly different, readings and generally not work properly. He felt the hot drink warming his insides and letting out a sigh he closed his eyes to think better. Just how would he solve it? Suddenly a warmth touched him that was nothing to do with the drink, nor the sun, which hadn''t made an appearance yet this week. Words entered his mind, nothing to do with the experiment, but to do with a woman. He had to give her a message, and help her. He opened his eyes quickly and looked out the window. There she was, exactly as he''d just been told, walking along the path, maybe fifty metres away. A woman about his age, quite pretty though not stunning, clutching a bag against the wind which looked like it was getting ready to turn into a full-fledged storm. Her fashionably dyed hair kept blowing into her eyes. How would he tell her? What on Earth would he say? It wasn''t the first time the Spirit had told him to do something, but he wasn''t exactly used to it either. And of course, it always came as a shock. He wondered what to say. ¡°Hi, this might sound like a really unusual chat-up line, but really, God told me to warn you... ¡°. No, that probably wouldn''t work. ¡°I''m reasonably certain that God told me you need a knight in shining lab-coat...¡± Not much good either. What on Earth would he say? He swigged the last of his tea, and headed for the door. He probably could simply disobey, but he didn''t really want to. There were probably consequences for that ¡ª just look at Jonah. So, summoning up his courage he stepped out of the door. ¡°Hello, you don''t know me and I first saw you thirty seconds ago, but, urm, I''ve been told you need my help. Urm.. by God.¡± She took it rather well, all things considered. OK, she dropped her bag, and looked totally incredulous, but on the positive side, she didn''t sprint away from him in horror. He took that as a good sign, and helped her catch the bag before the wind took it any further. The Spirit had told him to do it, he thought. So, now he was close, he looked at her with his othersight too. Was it a gift, a curse or imagination? He wasn''t really sure. It certainly didn''t meet any scientific criteria for existing. Just sometimes he could see people in a different way than anything optics could account for. So, he looked at her, and he was amazed. Mostly when he used it, people looked a fuzzy, pattern of warm colours he thought of as well-meaning intentions, shot through and through with streaks of black that might be selfishness. He didn''t know, they were just his labels for them. Others looked cold, dark and hard, and he knew it was better to avoid them from past experience. He''d never seen anyone like her though. He saw a flash of indescribable beauty, precise and intricate patterns of incredible delicacy. Then, as though she knew what he was looking at, it was hidden under a blanket that made her blend so far into the background so his othersight could hardly tell her from a tree. But in that flash, there had been nothing fuzzy about her, and though he''d seen layer upon layer of pain, there hadn''t been the selfish cancer that drove so many to destruction. There was a fundamental honesty there, a trustworthiness in her he''d never encountered before. So, now it was his turn to be amazed. It was like he''d seen to the depths of her soul and at the core it was of unsurpassed beauty. He stood there for what seemed like half a minute, in a state of enchanted shock. ¡°Well, is that all you''re going to say?¡± she asked in exasperation. Shaking himself back to the present, he replied ¡°No, no, it''s just I''ve just had a shock too. Unique, wonderful! Sorry. Sorry. Do you want to talk here, or shall we get out of this wind? ¡°, he waved back towards the lab. ¡°What is this, some sort of weird abduction attempt? Say your piece out here, thanks, and quickly, I''ve got places I need to be. Are you going to offer me some proof that you''re not a raving loony?¡± He never had known what he''d say at this point. After all it wasn''t exactly an every-day conversation. Then, without realising it, she helped him out ¡°I mean, it''s not as though I even believe in God ¡°. He recognised the lie immediately, since that was part of his message ¡°You did when you were ten. You still do, even if you deny it to yourself, because of the pain. And He still believes in you too.¡± Then getting to the important part he said ¡°and He says `You are not cursed, you never were. You''re doing the right thing and you must go, but not alone or you won''t survive.''¡± ¡°How do you know..?¡± More shock. More flashes from behind her shield, and more insight came to him. Why she''d looked so strange to his othersight. ¡°I don''t know, not beyond what I''ve been told. But... if you wanted to, you can tell that I''m telling you the absolute truth, can''t you?¡± She looked at him, eyes wide. ¡°Yes, I can," and accepting his offered hand, she heard his thoughts full of acute embarrassment at what God had told him to do, determination to carry on anyway, and his hopes that he hadn''t made too much of a mess of introductions. "You are. You''re the first religious nutter I''ve met who did. I never expected... What are you?¡± Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. ¡°I''m just a researcher in that lab there, trying to obey God. Do you want to come inside? It''s warmer, and I doubt we''ll be disturbed.¡±
He showed her through the maze of corridors into the lab. ¡°Nothing very top-secret here, sorry, just lots of fragile equipment you probably shouldn''t touch. Well, I mean, it''s broken right now, but I''d rather it wasn''t broken in any more physical ways. Come this way, into the `inner sanctum'', it''s quieter there.¡± ¡°What do you research? I know it said ''applied robotics'' on the door, but that''s a bit vague in this day and age isn''t it? Not to mention I don''t see any robots. And what''s that got to do with all the noisy stuff out there?¡± ¡°Oh, that sign''s been out of date a century. The noise is from the vacuum pumps, which probably need servicing or something. I''m looking at some strange things that happen to unshielded circuits in space. It''s not commercially relevant really since no-one tries to use them these days, but its a loose end I find interesting, and I got some research money to look at it. Anyway it''s not that interesting for the management, so they stuffed me away down here. Plus, since the grant''s in my name I get to set my own schedule, and no one bothers me. That suits me.¡± ¡°So, now you''ve got me here, speak,¡± she said. He knew it might not go well, despite his hopes otherwise. ¡°Now ... well, urm the door''s there if you decide I am a loony after all and want to leave. I''ll sit over here on the other side of the room. Do you want to talk first, or shall I?¡± ¡°You first. I want to know what you know. What did you mean about getting a shock? What did God say is `wonderful, unique''?¡± He blushed. ¡°Sorry, that was me, not Him. I''m just the blundering spokesman he chose. I should explain. Urm, where to begin....¡± From what his othersight had shown him, he trusted her. He didn''t know her, but what he''d seen was so amazing that he just had to tell her what he''d never told anyone. It felt right, and he thought she needed to hear it. But it was still embarrassing and scary. ¡°OK... If I''m right, you can tell when someone''s telling the truth, right? I mean, not just guessing like most people?¡± ¡°Yes, I can. I don''t know how you know, but I can if I choose to.¡± ¡°I can''t do that, not really. But I do seem to have this gift or curse or something, I call it othersight, that sometimes I can see at a glance some sort of overview of what people are like, what their motivations are. I can see if someone is mostly selfish, or well meaning. I can see if someone is being honest or a crook. At least I think I can ¡ª I see colours and since it didn''t come with an instruction manual I''ve had to ascribe meanings myself. It started a bit hit and miss. But I''m fairly sure of things by now.¡± ¡°That sounds really useful. Why do you call it a curse?¡± ¡°Well, it comes and goes. It''s not always there, and most of the time I just need to guess like everyone else. But then.... How would you like to be fairly certain that the colleague you''re working with is out to steal your work? Or that the girl you''ve just asked out is in fact a self-centred piece of nastiness, and is just putting on an act?¡± ¡°I see what you mean. Not that I''ve ever asked a girl out,¡± She was still for a while, then, quietly: ¡°You looked at me, didn''t you. What did you see? Tell me please.¡± He got redder and redder, ¡°You see, when God told me to talk to you, and to help you, he said to look at you too. And my gift worked, and you look wonderful and unique. Most people are fuzzy, you''re detailed. Most people''s motivations are about half bad, selfish, looking to their own benefit. Yours are not, not nearly as much as most people. I hope you don''t mind me saying it, and it''s probably not the right word, but you''ve got the most beautiful, most perfect soul I''ve ever seen.¡± She sat with her emotions playing over her face. Disbelief, anger, fear, pain. ¡°How... how can you possibly say that? I''ve been through such.... I''ve denied God... I''ve.. ¡± she ground to a halt. ¡°I saw the pain. I don''t know what you''ve been through, and I can''t heal you, though I''m sure God can. You can tell me what you''ve been through or not, it''s up to you. But if I can trust my gift, which I guess I must since God told me to use it, then I know that under all that, you are the most selfless person I''ve ever met. I''m not saying you''re perfect. All I''m saying is that you''re head and shoulders above the rest. God said you needed my help, and I want with all my heart to help you.¡± There was a long silence. She, lost in her own thoughts, he wondering what her reply would be. Then he added: ¡°There was another thing I saw, which I don''t recognise, don''t understand. As I looked, you disappeared, faded into the background, almost like you managed to hide your mind. Was that conscious?¡± ¡°I think so. I don''t know, I mean, I don''t know what you see, or how you see it. Perhaps I did something, but I don''t know. As for the rest... You''re really asking me to trust you, and I don''t think I can do that. Not now, not yet. It''s too sudden. I need to think. Perhaps you''re right that I do believe in God, deep down, but I''m not sure. I stopped trusting him a long time ago. But, perhaps, I thought... oh I don''t know! It''s all too confusing. I need to think.¡± She stood, and turned to the door. ¡°I think you''ve got time. Just, please, please, don''t do anything rash.¡± ¡°I''ll try not to,¡± She replied. Then, as she was about to walk out of his life, for now at least, she offered him some consolation, ¡°By the way, my name is Alice ¡°. ¡°I''m Simon. Here.¡± scrabbling through the things on his desk he found a business card, an actual printed one. She was surprised, even in her line of work, she didn''t meet such relics very often. ¡°Contact me sometime, whatever you decide. Please? I hate not knowing.¡± ¡°I''ll think about it¡± She replied, a little smug that her ploy had worked. She had his name, and the fantasy writers had been right... a name meant power. ¡°And don''t go alone to wherever it was God was talking about.¡± he added. ¡°Are you volunteering to come?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± he realised it was true. After what God had said, he''d drop everything and accompany her, rather than let her walk into danger alone. ¡°Where to, when?¡± ¡°That''s a secret too,¡± she said, with her best mysterious smile, not trusting him enough to reveal she had very little idea where it was she''d been warned not to go alone. ¡°But I''m not going any time soon, so don''t worry.¡± She hoped. Visual effects / Ch. 2: Bad memories

Visual effects / Ch. 2: Bad memories

5am, Friday May 13th, 2270 After checking on Simon''s thoughts the night before, seeing his concern concerning her, and then feeling guilty about spying, Alice hadn''t slept well. Now she was awake again. She didn''t want to be. Could she tell her story, tell of the pain? The thought went round in her head as she tried to go back to sleep. A flash of memory: Alice, aged ten. Singing on the way to Sunday school. Convinced of her parent''s love, convinced of God''s love. Two foundations to her life. Always present, seemingly unshakable in their permanence and presence. A flash of memory: Alice, aged eleven. Sitting in Sunday school, listening to the Bible story. Hearing the thoughts of Mrs Huntsman, the teacher, which had such little correspondence to the story she was telling. Joseph ran from Potiphar''s wife, because it would have been wrong, she said. Thinking of escaping the horrible brats soon. Thinking of a face, he wouldn''t run from her bedroom. Quite the opposite, really, the result of careful planning. Adultery. Hypocrisy. Alice recognised the face, Mr Jones, one of the church leaders. More hypocrisy. Could she tell the story, tell of the pain? Wouldn''t it mean re-live the story, re-live the pain? It still hurt. Another flash of memory: Alice, aged sixteen, taking time away from the inter-church Saturday meeting for a confrontation, wanting it out in the open. Mrs Huntsman was back as her teacher, and Alice couldn''t stand knowing the hypocrisy. Alice tried to force the memory away, but it came back. Mrs Huntsman saying Alice mustn''t pretend to know secrets, it was nasty, she mustn''t tell things she''d made up. It was all a game really wasn''t it? A nasty sort of lying. She''d always been such a nice girl, why was Alice doing it? Alice saying no, it was the truth. Anger. Alice saying too much. She had, hadn''t she, planned adultery with Mr Jones? Just before his wife had died in that swimming accident. Just before Mr Jones had killed himself, in remorse, in guilt. He should have been there. He could have saved her. But he''d been with Mrs Huntsman hadn''t he? Mrs Huntsman going pale. Asking how could she know, no-one knew, it had been a terrible dream. Alice saying, ¡°It''s there, in your mind. I can see it now, and I could see it when you planned it, plainly, not a dream. You were teaching us about Joseph running from Potiphar''s wife.¡± Mrs Huntsman calling her a witch, a puppet of the devil. Nothing had happened, it was all lies, damned lies. Saying that Alice was cursed, that Alice wanted to destroy lives. Alice would bring a curse on everyone who knew her. Alice seeing that Mrs Huntsman was sure of what she said, was sure Alice lied. That what Alice had seen was a bad dream, a false accusation of the devil, not the truth. Alice remembered, against her will, going home early, in tears, in confusion: was what she''d thought was her gift from God really a curse? What she''d thought was truth a lie? Where was God? The worst part was to come: getting home. The house was still, parents missing, then the police came. Her parents had died in an explosion. Mrs Huntsman had been right: lives had been destroyed, was Alice a curse on those she loved? Alice cried into her pillow, and tried to doze off, only to face yet another memory flash: Alice at college, accepting the arguments of the humanists, denying any reality to God, but trying to use her gifts for good. Seeking to deny the curse that was poisoning her life, keeping her alone. She''d rejected the attribution of the gift as a work of evil and reclaimed it, partially, but still feeling those painful memories whenever she did. Tell a story, tell of the pain, re-live the story, re-live the pain. But what if the beginning of the story is wrong? Re-tell the story, change the story? Change the pain? Could it be possible? She thought more clearly. Nothing could remove the past pain, but perhaps something could make it stop. Could it even let the wounds heal? But to re-tell the story, you must remember it. All of it. The most painful parts even, especially. To remember the pain suppressed so long. What would be the consequences? Peace? Madness? But to not, to recognise two things true which contradict so totally? Madness surely. Another memory flash intruded on her: Yesterday, Simon, full of faith. Simon, with a message to her from God. So certain of it he was prepared to approach a stranger, and to tell her his deepest secret, certain she was trustworthy. Simon, full of certainty, telling her to use her curse/gift/power, on him, not even knowing what he asked. Equally confused about /his/ gift. Alice, still half believing in the curse, believing in the pain, using the gift, seeing the truth in what he said. Recognising the touch of God, so long-denied God, there, written so clearly in Simon''s mind. Memory flash: Yesterday, Alice, head whirling, confused, shocked. Wrapping the deadening blanket around her mind. Keeping out all thought but going home. No parents, no grandparents, all gone. But home. One place left, with all the ghosts of pain, but security nevertheless. Managing to get home without thought. Locking the door. Crying out ¡°Why? Why now, not before?¡± Weeping, weeping. Until sleep. Memory flash: Alice at work, a journalist, secretly using her gift to find the weak points in public figures'' lies. Asking the questions they hoped wouldn''t be asked. Gaining a reputation as a champion of truth, with excellent sources. Knowing that, in truth, that last was a lie, and hating it, but unable to contradict it. God, oh so long denied, was real. God, source of all truth, saying the curse that had dominated her life, was false. Her life, so long without anchor, had been cut loose by a lie; the lie of a woman who had so desperately rejected the truth that she''d blotted it out, until the lie had seemed like truth to her. Alice realised it now, she''d seen it recently, in drug addicts and alcoholics. Back then, young, vulnerable, shocked, ignorant, she hadn''t seen it. She''d not known it was possible, back then, for someone to convince themselves so deeply of something that the truth seemed a lie. Now, Alice saw that so much of her life had been based on that lie. She was just as much a party to it as Mrs Huntsman. She had been given a second chance, now she had to respond. Sunday school songs, words of simple faith came to mind. She prayed them, sang them. Restored relationship. Peace flooded her. Costly forgiveness undoing almost half a lifetime of denial in a few seconds. Strangely, the pain was numbed. There were questions, of course. What now? What had the rest of Simon''s message been talking about? She had so many different things she could apply it to, it was so confusing. Why had the message, so clear in some parts, been so vague in others? Maybe to drive her to get help. Even if she didn''t want to, even if obedience and thanks didn''t demand it? It wasn''t much of a question really, when she looked at it like that. God had told her that she needed help, in something. She wondered where, of all the places she''d considered going to do some investigative reporting, it might be. Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. She mulled it over that morning, interviewing the university professor who she''d not met the day before. Then, at lunchtime, she contacted Simon. Trusting him seemed much more natural now. Would he like to meet up? Perhaps her favourite sandwich bar? She told him where it was. He thought it wasn''t the wisest place to talk secrets, perhaps. Might she have people following her? A walk instead? Somewhere harder to bug, like a hillside? Maybe? ¡°What''s your schedule?¡± she asked. ¡°Quite flexible.¡± ¡°As in you''ve no plans?¡± ¡°As in, you helped me solve what was going wrong, so in about ten minutes I could start the system up fully. After I do that, I next need to have a look at it about thirty-six hours later.¡± ¡°It''s almost one o''clock. That''d mean one A.M Sunday morning if you turn it on now, wouldn''t it?¡± ¡°Yes. I didn''t manage to put it all back together as soon as I''d hoped.¡± ¡°And you''re planning to turn it on now?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Committing yourself to be back in the lab at one A.M. Sunday morning?¡± Alice verified. ¡°Yes, is that a problem?¡± ¡°I thought you could organise your schedule to suit yourself?¡± ¡°I can.¡± Simon sounded puzzled. ¡°Sorry, I just don''t get why any sane person would choose to be up a one A.M on Sunday morning. Unless you''re going to a really great party, I guess. Are you?¡± ¡°Not as far as I know.¡± ¡°Are you sure you''re not totally strange?¡± She was ever so tempted to see what he was thinking. ¡°Theoretically, the experiment works best at night, when there''s not so many disturbances.¡± ¡°Oh, so it''s all in the interests of science?¡± ¡°Mostly.¡± ¡°Only mostly? What''s the other motive?¡± She saw him blush on the picture. ¡°Oh, the ususal.¡± ¡°The usual?¡± ¡°Fascinating and beautiful woman suddenly walks into life of shy scientist-type,¡± he said, turning redder. ¡°Priorities change.¡± Ah, hormones. Alice realised. Yes, that explained his behaviour. She left him with his fantasies. ¡°You didn''t seem very shy yesterday.¡± she pointed out. ¡°God didn''t give me much time to be.¡± ¡°So... you''re planning to start your experiment at such a time that it doesn''t interfere with your hopes of gaining a social life?¡± ¡°Is that so very odd?¡± She declined to answer that one. ¡°OK. I''m going to go to my favourite sandwich bar, I won''t object to company, and I promise not to reveal any secrets there. How does that sound?¡± ¡°Very sensible. I''ll come as soon as I can. And then what?¡± ¡°I go back to work. Some of us need to work almost normal office hours, you know?¡± ¡°Oh, yeah. OK.¡± she heard his disappointment, and was planning to say something non-commital. Her mouth didn''t obey instructions. ¡°But I do like hill-walking,¡± she found herself saying. She certainly hadn''t meant to. Mentally she asked herself, whatever happened to playing hard to get, Alice? ¡°Tomorrow?¡± he asked full of hope once more. ¡°Yes,¡± she agreed. ¡°So, are you joining me for sandwiches?¡± ¡°With pleasure.¡±
¡°Hi. And thanks for your help fixing my apparatus,¡± Simon greeted Alice. ¡°Hi, but I didn''t do anything.¡± she protested. ¡°Yes you did, you asked about the noise. One of the pumps was leaking oil, that''s why it was so noisy.¡± ¡°You worked it out, you mean,¡± She corrected. ¡°Only because I told you why they were noisy. I''d been getting silly results for a week.¡± ¡°Anyone could have asked you about that.¡± ¡°No one did though. Of course, you''re the first visitor I''ve had in there for weeks, so it''s hardly surprising.¡± ¡°You''re stuck in that lab all week long with no human contact?¡± ¡°Well, I do come out sometimes. Tea breaks, for instance.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± she said, then added in a mock computer-psych voice ¡°The subject seems entirely happy in his own company.¡± ¡°What about you? You know lots about me and all I know is your name.¡± ¡°I''m much more a people person. I''d go crazy without anyone to talk to.¡± ¡°What''s your line of work?¡± ¡°Journalist.¡± ¡°Oh!¡± he was set back. He''d assumed she was working on the campus. ¡°Problem?¡± ¡°No. Just I was trying to guess which university department you were in...¡± ¡°Sorry to disappoint.¡± ¡°Not a disappointment. But I was thinking I recognised you from something, I guess I must have been wrong. Unless... might I have seen you on the news?¡± ¡°It has happened.¡± ¡°Urm... uh oh. let me guess... I just stuck my foot firmly in mouth, and I''m about to find out you''re actually world-famous, and if only I watched the right channel I''d see you every night?¡± ¡°Not quite.¡± she said, with a laugh. ¡°Normally I make it a policy to stay safely off-camera.¡± ¡°Why?¡± he asked, ¡°I can''t be bothered to spend hours a day covering myself in war-paint. Can''t have our reporters having imperfect skin, can we?¡± ¡°There''s nothing wrong with your skin.¡± he asserted. ¡°Thank you, I actually agree. But apparently, the discerning viewer still doesn''t want to see real skin on their screens, just makeup that looks like a more perfect version. A lie, in other words.¡± ¡°You don''t like lies?¡± ¡°Not really, no.¡± ¡°Admitting that I''m straying into territory I don''t know much about... what sort of journalism?¡± ¡°I guess you could call me an investigative journalist... I like catching public figures with questions they don''t want to answer, and to do that you need to do some digging.¡± Simon looked at her closely for a while, then nodded, with a frown. ¡°I remember, two or three years ago, maybe I''d have seen you?¡± Alice wracked her brains, trying to remember what she''d been working on that long ago which might have affected him. ¡°Did I do something bad?¡± ¡°Depends on your point of view.¡± ¡°What about your point of view?¡± she asked. For some reason, it mattered. ¡°I think I''ll have to think about it,¡± Simon said, deliberately neutral. ¡°Did I hurt someone you know? It''s never my intention, but I know it happens.¡± ¡°Let''s just say you made something public that had consequences, and those affected me.¡± ¡°So... tomorrow is off?¡± ¡°No, but it gives us something else to talk about.¡± ¡°I''m sorry.¡± He shook his head. ¡°Don''t be. You were doing your job.¡± ¡°But I hurt you, or people you love.¡± ¡°Let''s not talk about it now, Alice. You''re guessing, and that''s not really helpful.¡± ¡°I don''t need to.¡± she whispered. ¡°No, you can wait until tomorrow.¡± he said, ¡°Speaking of which, when would you like to leave in search of peace, quiet and fresh soggy hillsides?¡± ¡°The forecast says rain?¡± ¡°A chance of it, around lunchtime. I''ve got a plan, if you''ll indulge me.¡± ¡°Indulge you how?¡± ¡°Leave the city by about nine, travel half an hour, and then start walking, lunch at a place I know while the rain falls, more walking, home by night-fall.¡± ¡°Just the two of us?¡± ¡°Would you prefer a mixed group? That''s very easily arranged.¡± ¡°How easily?¡± ¡°We go along with the group from my Church who are going on roughly the same route, and were aiming for a different lunch stop.¡± ¡°Hmm. When do I make the decision?¡± ¡°Any time between now and when we meet up tomorrow morning. But either way, I''m buying lunch tomorrow.¡± ¡°Oh yes?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because when you invite someone to lunch, its rude to make them pay. I''ve invited you, so I''m paying.¡± ¡°But I invited you to lunch here, and you paid for your sandwich.¡± ¡°That doesn''t count.¡± ¡°You''ve got double standards.¡± ¡°Not at all. You just said that you wouldn''t object to my company, tomorrow I''m seeking yours.¡± ¡°Even after I hurt you.¡± He looked at her intensely. ¡°Alice... It''s Alice Findhorn, isn''t it?¡± ¡°Yes! You know my name, how?¡± Simon shrugged, ¡°I remembered it. Can I ask you to do something?¡± ¡°Depends what it is.¡± ¡°Please stop apologising for being a lover of truth. Just love it more.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 3: Wounds

Visual effects / Ch. 3: Wounds

Friday May 13th, 2270 That afternoon, Simon prayed for himself and for Alice. Also for the people in the singles and newly-married''s group. Most of them would have felt the impact of Alice''s reporting too. When you expose a mission-leader for embezzling, that does tend to have an impact on Christians who''ve supported people in that mission. Simon had been affected more than most, of course, having a sister working in the mission with her husband. He re-watched the offending article and then watched more of Alices'' work, wondering how to broach the subject. That evening, he decided he ought to talk to his sister first.
¡°Hi, Sis. How''s stress levels?¡± ¡°Fine, Simon. All is calm and peaceful, both at home and office.¡± ¡°Wonderful!¡± ¡°What''s up? You don''t ask about stress unless you''re going to shock me.¡± ¡°Tentative steps towards getting to know someone.¡± ¡°As in someone significant?¡± ¡°Much too early to tell. It might be, I don''t know. But there''s a complication. Well, lots actually.¡± ¡°Go on.¡± ¡°Number one, yesterday she denied she believed in God. I told her God had said she had when she was ten, still did really, and He still believed in her.¡± ¡°Really? So you''ve been nominated to bring her back to the Lord?¡± ¡°I guess so. I think I''m also supposed to go somewhere dangerous with her so she can come back alive.¡± ¡°That''s complication two?¡± ¡°I suppose so. Timing not known, destination not known, we need to talk a lot more.¡± ¡°And you''re happy to?¡± ¡°She''s a pretty woman, about my age, and God says she''s got faith. Yes, I''m attracted.¡± ¡°Congratulations, even if it is complicated.¡± ¡°There''s no guarantee of romance, it might just be friendship. But you know us males, ever hopeful.¡± ¡°Hmmm. Yes, I do. Well, it sounds like you''ve got some prayer to do.¡± ¡°Done some, it''s worse.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± ¡°Yes. She''s an investigative journalist you''ve heard of. Alice Findhorn.¡± ¡°Oh, wow. She''s a believer?¡± ¡°Backslidden, wounded too, I think, far from God recently, but still loves truth. God says so, so maybe we dismiss previous experience to the contrary.¡± ¡°Oh dear Lord! You realise the mission''s still suffering.¡± ¡°I guessed. But... it could have been worse, couldn''t it?¡± ¡°If she hadn''t exposed it then?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Simon... this is confidential.¡± ¡°I''m listening, I won''t talk.¡± ¡°It was worse. Another few weeks and the organisation might not have survived. We could recover a lot of what he''d siphoned off. So yes, it absolutely had to happen then. It might have been better if it hadn''t been so public, but on the other hand, without the publicity and his arrest... who knows? The board might not have believed it.¡± ¡°So, what do you think, Sis?¡± ¡°She said a lot of nasty things about Christians in her reports. Some people won''t forgive her easily.¡± ¡°I expect she won''t forgive herself easily either. She''s already been apologising for any harm done.¡± ¡°You told her?¡± ¡°No. She just realised either I''d been hurt or someone I knew had been hurt by her work. Very honest human reaction that she never wants to hurt innocent bystanders. She expected it to cancel tomorrow... I can''t let that happen, not with what God said.¡± ¡°What happens tomorrow?¡± ¡°Walking the ridge and lunch at the Crown or the Walker''s Boots. Either with just me or the whole mob from church. The whole mob is probably too many, but... just the two of us? That''s probably going to be way too intense.¡± ¡°It''s ages since Mick and I have walked the ridge.¡± ¡°You mean you''d come and chaperone for your little brother, Sue?¡± Simon asked eagerly. ¡°I think I''d like to talk to her. And it might help relationships all round, don''t you think? We''d be quite happy to let you two have plenty of talking time, too. Especially if it''s reciprocal.¡± ¡°Sue, you''re a star! What''s Mick going to think?¡± ¡°I''ll persuade him it''s a good idea, don''t worry. But don''t accept without Alice''s approval. That''d be a bad start.¡± 6pm ¡°Alice? Simon, with an alternative idea.¡± ¡°I''m listening.¡± ¡°I think there are too many in the crowd from Church, we''d never be able to talk. Plus it might be awkward too. I also think the whole day together could be too long for just the two of us. My sister suggests she and her husband could come along.¡± ¡°Whatever I did affected your Church?¡± ¡°It''s affected my sister more, but there''s a lot of people in the church who might bear a grudge even if it didn''t affect them directly. But Sue says your timing was good, so don''t be too harsh on yourself.¡± ¡°My timing was good, but not my method?¡± He took a deep breath, to stop himself answering. He was pretty sure it would be painful. ¡°I''d much rather talk it through face to face, Alice.¡± ¡°I''d much rather it was out in the open. I didn''t sleep well last night, and knowing your whole church is up in arms against me and trying to figure out what it might be about isn''t going to help me sleep tonight.¡± Not even if she used her gift on him. ¡°We could talk about it this evening if you like. Have you eaten?¡± ¡°I''ve just started making dinner.¡± ¡°Oh, I was about to ask you out for a meal.¡± ¡°I suppose I can stop.¡± ¡°You''ll let me invite you out tonight, then? How about the Chinese restaurant next to the sandwich shop.¡± ¡°Simon, as far as I know, we''re not dating, nor planning on dating, just finding opportunities to talk. Is that where things are in your book?¡± ¡°Absolutely,¡± he confirmed. ¡°Well. You like truth, so I''ll add ''so far, anyway'' to the not planning on dating.¡± ¡°We hardly know each other.¡± ¡°I know. I''m just refusing to rule out long term possibilities of what God was maybe planning.¡± ¡°I found that admitting I believe in Him helps deal with some nasty memories. Yes, Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so.¡± ¡°I''m glad to hear that.¡± ¡°I''m still not sure I believe in Christians though. Except maybe you, you seem genuine enough, so far. Chinese restaurant, half an hour?¡± ¡°See you then.¡±
Alice didn''t waste time, ¡°So, what wouldn''t you tell me on the phone?¡± ¡°Hey, let''s at least order first!¡± he protested. ¡°Maybe I''m going to decide you don''t really want to eat with me.¡± ¡°I want to. I just hope you''re going to want to eat with me afterwards.¡± ¡°Depends how sharp your knives are, doesn''t it?¡± ¡°I was thinking of using the chop-sticks,¡± he tried to joke. She fingered hers. ¡°Hmm. Not much point on them, it might hurt. Go on, jab.¡± ¡°You really want me to ruin your meal?¡± Simon asked. ¡°No.¡± ¡°Good. So, I didn''t want to tell you because I think you might be angry or sad afterwards, and if you decide to run away I want to be able to follow you to reassure you that forgiveness is possible. Can''t we wait until we''ve eaten?¡± ¡°Oh all right, I''ll eat while the sword dangles above my head.¡± ¡°I''ll try and blunt the edges and let it down gently. Is asking what got you into journalism a safe subject?¡± ¡°Not too dangerous,¡± Alice agreed, and proceeded to tell him.
7pm, Chinese restaurant. ¡°OK. We''ve eaten, spill. What did I do to your sister, indirectly wreck her career?¡± ¡°You don''t want dessert?¡± ¡°No. You said my timing was good, but... what wasn''t? Broadcasting something?¡± ¡°What wasn''t good was your broadside against the whole missionary community as a bunch of hypocrites perpetuating and benefiting from a situation where people give just to salve their consciences and don''t care a fig beyond that.¡± ¡°Oh. The piece against the corrupt mission leader. Thought it might be, what with the Church connection. I was pretty angry about that one.¡± ¡°Yes. Normally you don''t exaggerate.¡± ¡°It''s not the sentence I''m most proud of, no. Is there more?¡± ¡°Yes. Using footage of Sue taking part in a fund-raising drive for earthquake relief wasn''t exactly nice either. For the record, the mission gave more out of general funds than it received from the special fundraising, and Sue and Mick''s income is all gifts given directly to them to support their work, not through general funds. She didn''t benefit one penny from that presentation you used as background.¡± ¡°And you think my report implied she was benefiting from the earthquake?¡± ¡°It doesn''t really matter what I think, Alice. It''s what the people who don''t know her situation as well as I do think. You must realise that.¡± Alice was quiet for a bit. ¡°She must hate me. You ought to, too.¡± ¡°I don''t. She doesn''t. She might want to talk to you about just what lay behind your vitriol, and she probably wishes you''d do something correcting the impression you''ve left a lot of people with. But it probably doesn''t matter anyway.¡± ¡°The damage is already done, you mean?¡± ¡°I was more thinking that it''s not going to be as widely circulated and people being people are much happier to believe a scandal than a reporter saying sorry. Unless you managed to do some kind of expos¨¦ of how the destructive forces of the free press are deliberately targeted at innocents.¡± ¡°They''re not. Certainly not my pieces.¡± ¡°I know. That''s probably what makes it so painful and damaging.¡± After a long silence, she decided. ¡°I''m not going to run away.¡± ¡°Good.¡± ¡°Does saying sorry help?¡± ¡°It certainly makes forgiving easier. Makes it required, actually.¡± ¡°I expect... actually I''m sure. I didn''t care who I hurt with that piece. I''m sorry.¡± ¡°You''ve been hurt by someone, obviously. That''s what the pain God talked about was.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°But that''s not a subject for a restaurant, and it might not even be a subject to talk to me about. Me physicist, not psychologist.¡± ¡°You''re taking it all pretty calmly, though. And I expect that I did need to hear it face to face. Well done. You sure you''re not a psychologist?¡± He shrugged. ¡°I''ve got a fairly simple taste in books. If it''s got words, and it''s not philosophy, I like reading it.¡± ¡°What''s wrong with philosophy?¡± ¡°Heard of Schroedinger''s cat?¡± ¡°Oh, the one which is dead and alive at the same time?¡± ¡°Exactly, absolute rubbish. A cat can''t be alive and dead at the same time, everyone knows that. To get absolute rubbish all you need to do is try to explain something scientific to a philosopher, and listen to their response.¡± ¡°I don''t get it.¡± ¡°Nor did the philosophers. It didn''t stop them telling everyone how wonderful it was and incorporating it into their deranged mutterings. The whole thing about quantum physics is that a human observer can''t know, except of course in the real world you can check for the cat''s heartbeat, hear it scratching to get out, and so on. But it is a thought experiment, that''s fine, we like to simplify things. You don''t need to torture a cat to demonstrate any of that though, or to say that the cat is alive and dead at the same time.¡± Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! ¡°But... isn''t it?¡± ¡°No. It''s just that there''s a function called the wave equation which gives you a probability of different things based on what you can know, and that impacts other things and so on. It doesn''t say anything about what God knows. I expect someone got drunk one night talking to a philosopher and now all the world knows more about torturing cats and less about reality, which is what physics is supposed to be all about.¡± ¡°I used to enjoy studying philosophy, though I never got very deep into it.¡± ¡°It is supposed to teach precision of terminology and thought. I''m not opposed to it at that level.¡± ¡°Good. I''d hate to start having to use equations instead of words.¡± ¡°Careful! It sounded for a moment that what I object to might be relevant to you.¡± ¡°Well, you did rather state that God says I need to spend some time with you, and I do prefer to avoid constant arguments with people that I spend time with.¡± ¡°So, speaking of that message. Did it make perfect sense to you?¡± ¡°I''m pretty sure I don''t remember the whole message, so I hope you do. Or if I do, then no.¡± ¡°I remember it.¡± ¡°Well?¡± she asked. What was wrong with her? She could have just lifted it from his brain, but she didn''t. ¡°Here?¡± he replied. ¡°Ohhh, I suppose it''s another thing for tomorrow, isn''t it. Just don''t forget it.¡± ¡°I really doubt I could, but I wrote it down anyway.¡± ¡°How''s tomorrow going to work with your sister around?¡± ¡°She and her husband need some walking and talking time too. I guess those in front will let the others catch up every so often and we talk about things in pairs until we''re done with that.¡± ¡°I''ll need to do some confessing first.¡± ¡°And if it''s OK with you, I''ll share what God said with them too.¡± ¡°I hope I get a chance for informed consent.¡± ¡°We''re meeting up there, so I could tell you on the way. Will that do?¡± ¡°I don''t actually know where we''re going, you realise.¡± ¡°Does that cause huge amounts of fear and anxiety?¡± ¡°Not really. I just wonder what the big secret is.¡± ¡°It''s not a big secret, it''s just a nice bit of lumpy landscape Sue and I grew up visiting, with an option of two pubs which serve good food about half-way between the station we''ll be going to and the one we''ll be leaving from.¡± ¡°Those being?¡± ¡°Midwell and urm, Blackwell, I think it is.¡± ¡°Never heard of them. OK, I''ll just follow your lead. Thankyou for the meal.¡± ¡°Thankyou for coming, and not running away,¡± Simon said. ¡°See you in the morning,¡± Alice said, smiling. ¡°I had a terrible thought this afternoon that I might have committed some major social mistake: was I supposed to offer to walk you home or to work after lunch?¡± Alice shrugged. ¡°Probably not. I think that''s more a dating thing.¡± ¡°Oh, OK,¡± Simon said, somewhat relieved. Then he added ¡°Are you sure it''s not a ''concerned for your safety'' thing? Because I am.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°God told me you needed help and protection.¡± ¡°So, you want to walk me home?¡± ¡°I do, rather.¡± ¡°Hmm. Can I probe into your motives on that one?¡± ¡°Sure. Ask away.¡± Alice raised an eyebrow at that, and with that permission looked at his thoughts. Simon wasn''t sure if he was attracted to her, but he''d been honest about the protective feelings. She also saw that he''d downplayed what God had said. ¡°Help and protection in general, or from some particular source?¡± He blushed ¡°From me.¡± ¡°You''ll never make it as a journalist if you can''t get your quotes right.¡± ¡°A journalist?¡± he was taken aback. ¡°Well I''m pretty sure I don''t need a physicist in the future, and no offence, but you don''t quite have the build for a stereotypical bodyguard.¡± ¡°Probably not, no.¡± ¡°And when I take a camera man with me, they come as part of a crew, so you don''t fit in that category either.¡± Just then, the waiter delivered the bill for the meal. True to his word, Simon paid it, but Alice was once again surprised: Simon took one look at the I.D. scanner and decided to pay in cash. The waiter seemed to become distinctly unfriendly at that point. ¡°Home''s this way,¡± Alice said. ¡°I passed the test.¡± ¡°I''m curious. You''d been about to pay with your I.D, and changed to cash.¡± ¡°Yes. The scanner wasn''t exactly radiating trust.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°The scanner wasn''t trustworthy. It had been compromised.¡± ¡°You saw evidence of tampering?¡± ¡°Not physically.¡± ¡°Hmm. That''s a useful ability. I wonder what that waiter''s called.¡± ¡°It might say on the receipt, they often do.¡± He checked, ¡°According to this, his name is Rudolph, which doesn''t seem very likely.¡± ¡°Well, if he wants to be Rudolph, Rudolph he is.¡± She looked at Rudolph''s thoughts. He was examining the I.D. scanner for some sign that his opening it could be detected. ¡°Rudolph is a crook,¡± she announced. ¡°It could have been anyone,¡± Simon said. ¡°No, just now he was checking to see if he''d left any scratches on the case. I don''t do things, but named people? Not a problem.¡± ¡°Even out of sight?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°That''s a useful ability.¡± He looked at her quizicaly ¡°So... when you asked if you could probe me and I thought you meant with questions, you did it the other way?¡± ¡°Hmm, guilty as charged. But not feeling very guilty, since I did ask your permission and you said OK.¡± ¡°Do you feel guilty about Rudolph?¡± ¡°Not really. He''s a crook.¡± ¡°We should report him,¡± Simon said. ¡°How would you normally do that?¡± ¡°No idea. I never feel able to.¡± ¡°You asked why I became an investigative reporter; this is the bit of it that I didn''t tell you. It lets me gather evidence I can report people with.¡± ¡°It was suspicious how he turned nasty when I decided to pay cash,¡± Simon said. ¡°I agree. You''d be happy to talk to a contact I have in the police?¡± ¡°Urm, what would I say?¡± ¡°Just what happened: that you saw something suspicious about the I.D. scanner, and decided to pay cash, and the waiter turned from all smiles to grouchy.¡± ¡°They won''t count it as wasting their time?¡± ¡°Certainly not if they open up the scanner.¡± ¡°I''ve never contacted the police before.¡± ¡°I have. Don''t worry, they don''t bite.¡±
¡°You''re saying you saw signs of interference on the I.D. reader?¡± the policewoman at the other end of the phone asked. ¡°I''m not really sure. I thought I saw scratches like someone had been trying to open it, but I might have imagined them; it might have been his attitude, which seemed a little... predatory. There was something I felt suspicious about, so I decided that paying with cash was a better idea. I just said ''I''d rather pay cash, actually'' And when I said that, his whole attitude changed.¡± ¡°Well, banks do charge a handing fee if a company doesn''t normally use it.¡± ¡°I walk past there most days and I''ve seen the manager paying cash for deliveries, so I know they use it.¡± ¡°So, you would consider the response suspicious?¡± ¡°I can''t see any legitimate explanation.¡± ¡°Can you hand the phone back to Alice now?¡± ¡°Certainly officer,¡± Simon agreed, and heard Alice say ¡°I didn''t know for certain know why Simon decided to pay with cash, but I saw him look at the I.D. reader as if it was going to bite him. And I certainly saw the attitude change in the waiter. It was instant, before he''d been very friendly, almost over-friendly, and when Simon asked to pay cash it was like we''d just exposed his aunt for insider dealing.¡± There was a pause as the officer posed another question to Alice ¡°No, I haven''t, Oops, I retract that, yes I have, I saw him buy himself a sandwich at lunchtime with his I.D.¡± another pause, longer this time, ¡°He''s not any of those, he''s somewhere in the friend category,¡± Alice responded, adding, ¡°No, he''s not a boyfriend.¡± Another pause, ¡°A few days. As for what I know about him? He works at the university, in the physics lab. According to the university site he''s researching low voltage discharge events in simulated near-Earth Space environment, whatever that means, and he''s slightly above average in the number of papers published per year. I also know he''s a committed Christian, and expect he''s probably going to try to get me to go to church on Sunday, even though I used some footage of his sister in an unfriendly way, in my piece on that corrupt mission leader a few years back. Now, much as I love chatting to you, all my instincts say that waiter is a crook, and that''s why I called. According to the receipt he''s called Rudolph. A more Chinese sounding name I couldn''t possibly imagine. Anything else we can help with?¡±
9.10 am, Saturday, Hypersonic transit pod ¡°Simon?¡± Alice said as they began to accelerate along the vacuum-filled tube in a two-seat pod. ¡°Yes, Alice?¡± ¡°You were going to tell me what God said, if you remember.¡± ¡°I was waiting until we were alone.¡± ¡°I don''t know if you''ve noticed, but we are alone.¡± ¡°He said ''She who will soon pass needs your help and protection. Look at her truly. Remind her she believed in me when she was ten, and she still does though she denies it even to herself, from pain and because she thinks lies hurt less. She has experienced pain, but never any curse. She has set herself towards a great task prepared for her in advance, and she takes the right path. She must go, but not alone, for if she goes alone she will not survive.¡± ¡°So... the message doesn''t actually say it''s for me.¡± ¡°Did you notice anyone else passing? I didn''t.¡± She thought back. The campus had been almost entirely void of life. ¡°No. OK, I''ll give you that one. But it doesn''t say you need to be the one who goes with me.¡± ¡°No it doesn''t. But it does say you need my help and protection. Where are you going?¡± ¡°I don''t actually know. I know that I''ve got a number of different lines I''m investigating right now, but as to which one? I don''t know.¡± ¡°Oh. I''m still offering to come along, if you find out. Oh! I meant to ask, did you sleep better last night?¡± ¡°Yes, Thank you. I always do when I ask permission,¡± Alice added. ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°I don''t sleep well when I use this mind-reading thing on innocent people without asking permission.¡± ¡°How does it work?¡± ¡°No idea, what about yours?¡± ¡°I decide to use my other vision and sometimes I see people and things differently. Sometimes it just flicks in itself, like yesterday. I''m not sure what makes it work or not. Beyond that, I don''t know.¡± ¡°No control beyond that?¡± ¡°Not really.¡± ¡°What do you see? Now.¡± Simon blinked. ¡°Now? You want me to look at you?¡± ¡°Please.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Alice shrugged. ¡°I wonder if I''ve changed.¡± ¡°Are you sure you want me to look?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Nervous of what you''ll see?¡± ¡°No. It just feels a little... like intruding.¡± ¡°Whereas me examining your mental processes isn''t?¡± ¡°Can we talk about that first?¡± Simon asked. ¡°I guess so.¡± She seemed more tense. ¡°No pressure.¡± ¡°Yes, there is.¡± ¡°There is?¡± ¡°Yes. You''ve told me all about your unique ability. Shouldn''t I tell you about mine?¡± ¡°Maybe not here,¡± He suggested, changing his mind. ¡°Ha. You''re still afraid of bugs?¡± ¡°Aren''t you?¡± ¡°Look at me and see, Simon.¡± He opened his othersight eyes. And turned away. He decided it hadn''t been a good idea. ¡°What wasn''t a good idea?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Looking at you.¡± ¡°That ugly?¡± ¡°No. You''ve sorted out your relationship with God, haven''t you?¡± ¡°I''ve done some praying.¡± He nodded. ¡°I''ve found it''s never a good idea to look at people newly filled or re-filled with the Holy Spirit. Did I say it wasn''t a good idea?¡± ¡°No, you decided it about me.¡± ¡°You hear decisions?¡± ¡°Yes. You don''t, I assume.¡± ¡°Not often. I''ve always dismissed it as my imagination.¡± ¡°And you don''t hold hands with people very often.¡± ¡°No. Should I?¡± She removed her gloves. ¡°Let''s see if we need to worry about bugs.¡± [Do you hear me, Simon?] ¡°I didn''t see your lips move.¡± [Just think to me.] [Like this?] He thought back. [Exactly. I don''t know how you don''t know you can hear me like this.] Memories came flooding back to Simon. [Too much training when young. It''s rude to eavesdrop.] [So you''ve just ignored hearing people''s thoughts?] [I... I think I just pushed it into the background, I''ve just remembered hearing some embarrassing things and spending ages trying not to hear anything.] [You are a marvel, Simon.] [I am?] [Yes. Take it from me. I never managed to not hear anyone. What did you see, when you looked at me? Can you bring the picture to mind for me, and sort of push it to me?] [The first time I saw you, or just now?] [First time.] [Like this? {image}] He tried to send what he thought of as the key with it. [Exactly] Alice received the image perfectly. [Wow. I was a complete mess, wasn''t I?] [Very badly wounded, but beautiful at the core.] he pointed out. [What about now? Purely for academic reasons, not that I''m at all vain.] Simon laughed at the phrasing of her admission. [Your core is now blinding, your wounds aren''t as bad any more, but they''ve still got an awful lot of healing to do.] [You''re not going to show me?] [I don''t think that''d be wise, no.] [I sensed some protectiveness about that.] [Well, what do you expect? God''s told me to protect you, and sin is just as dangerous as physical dangers.] [So, you''re talking mind to mind with someone who can read your thoughts even while not holding hands, but won''t show me what''s just below the top level of your thoughts?] [Please don''t take a look, Alice.] [Why not?] He let go of her hand. ¡°Because giving in to temptation is a bad thing, and I don''t want you re-opening the deepest wound in your being. If you must see your new self then tell me, and I''ll show you. But like you admitted, it might feed your vanity although since it''s all God''s work so it shouldn''t. But misusing your gift? That''s got to be much worse, surely?¡± ¡°My gift!¡± Alice repeated, brought up short. He offered his hand again, and she accepted it. [Your gift of being able to do the impossible, hearing thoughts based on a name? It has to be from God, doesn''t it? Just like my othersight.] [It''s a long time since anyone''s called it that. And I have been misusing it.] It wasn''t quite a question, but there was a question behind it. [I saw a great painful rip in you, Alice, I don''t know if you saw how deep it goes?] [Very.] [This is guesswork, but I think it''s making sense to me. At core, if you were more whole, you''d be beautiful, but there''s that rip, it almost goes through the middle of you, and I think it''s your use of your gift. You''re using it for good purposes, but you''re also misusing it. There''s a lot of pain on both sides of it, but some of it is self-inflicted, like you were saying about the bad dreams. God doesn''t intend the gifts he''s given us to be used for sin. God''s given you that gift, and from his mercy, he''s left you with it over the past years, but.... if you''re using it for wrong reasons, can''t God take away gifts he''s given?] [When I misuse it, God takes away more of it. {misery}.] [I''m just guessing.] [I''m not {misery}. I''m remembering a mess of painful memories.] Simon saw tears on her cheeks, and didn''t know what to say or do [Would you like a handkerchief?] ¡°No,¡± She said, looking up at him, miserable and vulnerable, taking her hand away. ¡°I''d like someone who''s seen my ugliness to hold me and tell me it''s going to be all right.¡± ¡°You want me to hold you? You''ve just taken your hand away,¡± he pointed out, confused. ¡°Not just my hand. Me.¡± ¡°You''re asking me to hug you?¡± his confusion turned to surprise. ¡°Yes. Sorry, it''s wrong to ask.¡± ¡°No, it''s not,¡± he said. ¡°It might be complicated in this space, but it''s not wrong.¡± He managed to put one arm around her. ¡°There''s plenty of space,¡± she said, unbuckling her seat belt and sliding up onto his lap. ¡°I''m not egg-shells, Simon, not physically, anyway. Hold me tight please. I''m sorry.¡± He felt a tear on his neck, then she couldn''t hold the sobs in any more. ¡°Oh, God, I''m sorry! What have I been doing?¡± Simon felt incredibly awkward, holding this grown woman who he felt he still hardly knew, who was sobbing on his lap like a hurt child. But he held her, and spoke half-remembered passages from scripture about God''s grace, that might help reassure her. A little while after her sobbing had died away, the alert bell chimed. They had three minutes before arrival. ¡°Thank you, Simon,¡± Alice said, sliding off his lap. ¡°You''re good at hugs.¡± ¡°I''m not good at remembering Bible passages.¡± ¡°I know someone who claims her daughter was conceived in one of these,¡± Alice said, conversationally. ¡°Urm.¡± ¡°Sorry. That''s probably an inappropriate comment.¡± ¡°It was rather.¡± ¡°But in the interests of removing the scandal from the story, they were on their way to their honeymoon and they both came down with food poisoning their first night, after eating some kind of sea-food. Oysters? I can''t remember. Anyway, they were sick in hospital for the rest of the week and one of the nurses said ''congratulations'' as they were being let out out. Thank you for keeping your mind pure, Simon. I''ll try not to crawl into your lap again any time soon.¡± ¡°I can''t say it was easy.¡± ¡°But it was what I needed. In all three ways.¡± ¡°Three ways?¡± ¡°I needed a hug, I needed to know more about God''s love, and I also realise I needed to know you weren''t the sort of man who was just after my body. It''s going to make confessing to you much easier.¡± ¡°Alice, I''m not at all sure you should be confessing to me.¡± ¡°Can I ask you something?¡± ¡°Fire away.¡± ¡°If I steal you away to a life of dangerous adventure, am I earning the undying hatred of some sweet-natured innocent girl?¡± ¡°Not as far as I know.¡± ¡°Nor of a fiery-tempered one?¡± ¡°If anyone''s secretly in love with me, then they haven''t let me know.¡± ¡°So, if I pour out my innermost secrets to you, what are we talking about in terms of worst case psychological scenarios?¡± ¡°Urm, great mental and emotional intimacy, mixed with physical proximity, get confused for romance, leading to an unequal and potentially abusive relationship where you feel dependant on my approval and I feel I have to know all the answers. Unfeasible expectations leading to eventual crisis and breakdown of the romance.¡± ¡°Oh. I guess you''ve read the same book I have.¡± ¡°Can I ask you a question, Alice?¡± ¡°Go ahead.¡± ¡°Given that you''re threatening to unmask your most secret sins to me, are you thinking that you''re entirely free from romantic feelings for me?¡± ¡°No. I''m hoping to limit the number of people I have to tell to a single binary digit.¡± ¡°Alice, what are you saying? We don''t know each other well enough for romance.¡± ¡°I know. But like you''ve said, we''ve had some mental intimacy and as for physical proximity, well, I''ll try not to admit that in public. I don''t feel confused.¡± ¡°You''re scaring me, Alice.¡± ¡°Scaring you?¡± ¡°Yes. I could probably cope with a woman I''ve known for two years threatening romance. Three days? Scary.¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± The pod stopped at their station, and they got out quickly. There were hefty penalty charges for clogging up the hypersonic network. Three steps out of the station, Simon saw his big sister, looking down the road. ¡°Sue!¡± ¡°Simon! I thought we''d be here second.¡± ¡°Someone needed to travel really urgently, apparently. We got bumped to a later slot, with appropriate fare rebate.¡± ¡°Oh, very nice.¡± ¡°Sue, let me introduce Alice, who''s coming back to the Lord.¡± ¡°From a long way off,¡± Alice added. She guessed Sue was five years older than she was. ¡°Sorry for what I did to you. I can''t even say it was accidental.¡± Sue looked at Alice, and saw red around her eyes. ¡°Are you OK?¡± ¡°I''ve been doing some crying, if that''s what you mean. Along with scandalizing your brother.¡± ¡°Oh that''s easy,¡± Sue said. ¡°Any way in particular?¡± ¡°Well... Just now I was suggesting that I ought to confess all my sins to him as a short-cut to normal dating.¡± ¡°Are you serious?¡± Sue asked. ¡°I''m not sure. But apparently I scared him.¡± ¡°I''m not surprised.¡± ¡°Sue,¡± Simon said, ¡°Alice also reminded me about eves-dropping.¡± Sue''s eyebrows rose, and her voice dropped in volume. ¡°Did she now? That might explain a few things.¡± she looked curiously at Alice. ¡°If you''re thinking what I think you''re thinking, guiltier than charged,¡± Alice said. ¡°Simon, can I ask you to go and extract Mick out of the second-hand bookshop?¡± ¡°Got a crow bar?¡± Simon joked. ¡°Tell him we''re leaving now, and he''s welcome to run to catch up.¡± ¡°That might do it.¡± ¡°You can catch up too. I want to talk to Alice a few minutes, if that''s OK?¡± ¡°I think it would be good idea, Alice,¡± Simon told her. ¡°As in, without Mick hearing?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Mick knows about me¡± Sue said, ¡°But he doesn''t know about Simon. I didn''t even know Simon could still eavesdrop. We didn''t try it together since I went to university when he was about thirteen.¡± ¡°He didn''t know he could do it either.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 4: Hill-walking

Visual effects / Ch. 4: Hill-walking

Saturday May 14th, 2270 It didn''t take long to leave the village behind them, and Alice could see there was no one around for miles. ¡°A beautiful place.¡± ¡°Thanks. It''s nice to be in home territory again,¡± Sue said. ¡°You lived here?¡± ¡°The next village; where lunch will be. Simon didn''t say?¡± ¡°I guess I didn''t ask.¡± A few steps further on, Sue asked, ¡°You really suggested that confession would be a way into dating?¡± ¡°No. I asked Simon what might go wrong if I confessed all to him. He came back with the text-book answer. The thing is...¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°I''m broken. Simon''s seen it. I don''t know if I''m ever going to be whole again, but I''m pretty sure the way towards healing involves talking about the past.¡± ¡°It probably does.¡± ¡°The past is painful and dredging it up is pretty painful. But from what Simon''s said, we''re going to spend quite a lot of time together, and I think he''ll need to know. Did he tell you his message from God for me?¡± ¡°He said he''d been given one, that you believed in God when you were young and still did.¡± ¡°Yes. God also told him that I need his help and protection, and told him to tell me that I''m on the right track, but if I go alone then I''m not going to survive. Plus there was more personal stuff, like I''m not cursed.¡± ¡°Who said you were?¡± ¡°A trusted Sunday school teacher. She believed it too. And then I got home to an empty house and eventually found my parents had been killed. There should have been a police-woman waiting for me, but I went in the back way.¡± ¡°She said that because you could eavesdrop? Overhear thoughts and decisions?¡± ¡°You need touch, right?¡± ¡°You don''t?¡± ¡°I don''t. My crying earlier was from realising that it was a gift from God and I''ve been using it as a short-cut to doing my job properly. Who needs informants when you can just bug the guy''s mind directly? I''ve been misusing it, and I think that God''s been taking back bits of it that I used to have. Why shouldn''t he, when I called the gift he''d given me a curse? When I listened to the Sunday school teacher''s lies, called myself cursed and named the others demons?¡± ¡°The others?¡± ¡°It''s been a long time... but I wasn''t alone. I must have had this gift from when I was really young.¡± She shook her head in amazement. ¡°Soon after I turned fifteen, someone told me I had a gift from God and taught me to use bits of it. I never thought of hearing thoughts as part of that. I don''t think I can do the things she taught me now. At first, I rejected them as demonic, so avoided them like the plague. When I decided I didn''t believe in God or demons, I couldn''t do them any more, just hear thoughts of people whose name I knew. Now? I know I don''t want to try, just for tryings sake.¡± ¡°Simon knows all this?¡± ¡°No. Not all of it. He just reminded me of God''s forgiveness as I cried.¡± ¡°Why did you think the others were demons?¡± ¡°Well, voices in my head from around the world? What else would they be?¡± ¡°Other people with the same gift you have?¡± Sue asked. ¡°I guess so, now. But I''d only just met them when the Sunday School teacher convinced me otherwise.¡± ¡°Sorry, I''m really confused what this Sunday school teacher could have done.¡± ¡°She committed, or planned to commit, adultery. I''d heard her planning it when I was about ten, knowing it was something wrong but not really understanding. A week later, the wife of her paramour got a cramp while swimming and drowned, and he committed suicide soon after. She got cramps like that occasionally, and he''d always been there to help, but that day he hadn''t been. When I was sixteen, I heard the Sunday school teacher pushing away the thought that on that day his wife drowned he''d feigned some excuse and had been with her. I confronted her, how could she be teaching about confessing our sins to one another, when she hadn''t confessed her part in those deaths? But in her mind, that was a terrible dream, a recurring nightmare. Why was I repeating the devil''s lies? Now, I realise she''d blotted out the truth, and exchanged it for a lie, but at the time I just saw her certainty that she''d been nowhere near him that week. I must be under the influence of demons, and I was a curse on anyone close to me. My parents died at about the time she said that.¡± ¡°Oh wow. So you believed her?¡± ¡°For a few years, yes. I felt like God had abandoned me, and I abandoned Him, until I recognised God in Simon''s message.¡± Alice looked around, ¡°Your husband really likes books, then? I don''t see them.¡± ¡°Simon does too.¡± ¡°Yes, he told me. If it''s got words he reads it. Unless it''s philosophy.¡± ¡°So, we might need to wait for them. There''s a good spot a bit higher up.¡± ¡°You''re a good listener, Sue.¡± ¡°I ought to be. It''s part of my job. Debriefing missionaries when they come home, some of them have been through traumatic things.¡± ¡°Oh. I wondered what your role might be.¡± ¡°We''re a pretty small office. I''m personnel, ethics advice and press relations.¡± ¡°Which one are you being now?¡± ¡°Simon''s big sister.¡± ¡°He''s a kind and brave man, bringing me that message.¡± ¡°And you were joking about confessing all to him?¡± ¡°You''re a good listener, but I''m pretty good at avoiding certain subjects, with you and with him both. Like the bit of my life between being accused of demon possession and Simon walking into my life with a message from God.¡± ¡°I''d noticed.¡± ¡°I think I''m going to tell Simon all of it one day.¡± ¡°Because you think it might hurt your relationship if you don''t?¡± ¡°Because I''ve got quite a lot of emotional baggage, and I don''t trust easily.¡± ¡°You''re being pretty trusting of me.¡± ¡°I know. Maybe it''s because Simon is planning on saving my life. I don''t know where or how, the message didn''t say. It didn''t even say it had to be Simon who went with me, to this dangerous place I''m apparently on my way to. But the message did tell Simon I needed his protection. I don''t feel I deserve it, but I''m expecting I am going to accept it, when the time comes. I was certainly pretty impressed by his spotting the I.D. reader.¡± ¡°What I.D. reader?¡± ¡°Last night. He almost got some fraudulent bank transactions, I expect. But he spotted the I.D. reader wasn''t trustworthy, and actually had enough cash to pay for both our meals. The waiter was really miffed. That''s a really useful gift there.¡± ¡°So''s yours.¡± ¡°Mine is scary.¡± ¡°How so?¡± ¡°If God ever sees fit to give it back to me in full measure, I''ll be able to find people by name or category, know who''s in a room the other side of the world, and what they''re thinking. And if someone is near me then I''ll be able to plunge myself into their thoughts and know exactly what lies behind the idea that motivates the thought that gave birth to the dream that caused them to react in that way, to trace ideas from synapse to synapse, and if I do it long enough, cook my brain in the process. There''s more too, but I was never taught it. And then I rejected the whole lot as from the devil, then I rejected God along with the rest of it.¡± ¡°But you''ve repented of those, obviously.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Can I ask?... This is one of my standard questions, feel free to refuse to answer. How deep into sin and rebellion did you plunge?¡± ¡°You mean deeper than ascribing the work of the Spirit to forces of evil?¡± ¡°To me, it sounds like that wasn''t so much your idea, you accepted it, yes, but you wouldn''t have come up with it, would you?¡± ¡°No. I wouldn''t have. Misusing my gift is something I did do though.¡± ¡°Yes. You''ve mentioned that. Again, it doesn''t sound like it was something you knew to be serious sin, so that counts in your favour, at least in my book.¡± ¡°You''re asking if I fell into vices aren''t you?¡± ¡°Actually, I''m wondering if anything you did has left scars on your body or spirit, that might come back and be used against you. Most vices fall in that category, yes, but some are more damaging to relationships, others are more damaging to your mind, or body. After that, the follow-on question turns back to what was done to you.¡± Just as Alice was about to answer, she heard a voice she hadn''t heard for years [I know you told me to get lost and never bother you again, Alice, but I''m a grumpy old woman who never listens, and God has finally let me talk to you. I''m not a demon, just a cranky old woman.] [And I''m not cursed.] [Whoever told you that you were, girl?] [Same utterly convincing Sunday school teacher who told me you and the others were demons, and that I was going to bring a curse on anyone close to me if I didn''t stop listening to you, about an hour before I found out my parents were dead.] [I should have tried earlier, shouldn''t I? Well, actually, I did try, but God''s been hiding you from us, maybe because you''ve not been yourself. Nice to have you back at long last, Alice.] [I only admitted God was real yesterday morning. I''ve been misusing the gift.] [I thought you probably had been, from watching the news.] [I think God''s taken it from me, mostly. The things you taught me... stopped working years ago. I can still hear thoughts of people by name, but that''s it.] [You need to do a lot of praying then. And healing.] [I know. Simon tells me my soul looks like this {image}.] [Interesting gift your Simon''s got. Must be rare; I''ve never heard anyone thinking about it ''till now, anyway! Well, God''s mercies are new every morning! But girl, you clearly need to seek the peace.] [I remember you talking about it, but I never found it.] [I''ve got things to take care of here, like saying bye to my family. But I''ll tell you this, if you have enough of the gift, you can focus on God''s peace just like you focus on reading the whole of a person. It''s a place of healing, of safety. You don''t get hot there, you cool down. And the people around you will think you''re in a coma, but we can''t have everything, can we? If you can''t get there, then pray, trust and obey. Maybe God wants you to learn love, joy, patience, goodness, kindness and self-control before you get to peace. It''s just a feeling, but I think you''re going to stay incommunicado for a bit more. God might want you to heal fully before you do. But it''s time I woke up, I think.] [You''ve been asleep?] Alice asked. [Resting, girl. The kids were being a pain, so I told them I''d like a rest, and like I do every half a year or so I decided to check on you, if I could. Get well, Alice, and then go give those corrupt astronauts something to worry about.] [Astronauts?] Alice asked, surprised. There was no reply. Mama had left her alone, and by the sound of it, that was going to be the last time they''d speak for a while. ¡°That was one of the people who trained you?¡± Sue asked. ¡°That was Mama, who taught me most of what I knew, in the two or three days before my life fell apart. Did you hear all of it?¡± ¡°No, just her first shout.¡± ¡°She''s not been able to get through to me, and wasn''t sure she''ll be able to again. I wish we could have talked more, but she said she had to say goodbye to her family.¡± ¡°Not as in dying, I hope!¡± Sue said. ¡°I don''t think so. She said she''d been pretending to rest because the little ones got noisy. She also said she''s never heard of a gift like Simon''s. And she reminded me about a place of healing I ought to have found before I left for the meeting where I confronted my Sunday school teacher, but chatting to some friends took priority. If only...¡± Alice looked across the beautiful landscape. As she got higher, it was becoming familiar, somehow, like she''d seen it before, and could almost remember what was around the corner. A village, or a lake? She dismissed the thought as silly; she''d never been here before, unless it was as a young child. Maybe she''d seen it on a nature program? ¡°So you''re going to go there soon? It''s some kind of pilgrimage?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Oh, it''s a... mental or spiritual place. But I don''t think I can go there.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°More talking to do. It''s called Peace. But I don''t think I''m ready for it yet. She suggested I should find love, joy, patience and the rest first. That really rang true.¡± ¡°Finding love? That sounds like a long term goal.¡± ¡°Really? I thought I''d already experienced quite a lot from Simon and you. Thank you. I think patience is the hardest one. I''m not good at patience. I need to tell you about my scars, though.¡± ¡°Don''t feel you have to.¡± ¡°Oh, but I do. But not because of you pressuring me.¡± ¡°You mean the time has come to expose them to light?¡± ¡°I guess so. So... where to start? I guess the beginning has something to say for it.¡± ¡°Tradition, if nothing else,¡± Sue agreed, smiling. Alice told of how she had gone home, in tears and confusion. Mrs Huntsman had made her accusation, and Alice wanted to talk to her parents. They weren''t there, and eventually a policewoman who''d been waiting outside had heard noises inside the house and knocked. Alice had instinctively probed the mind of the woman as soon as she opened the door, and seen uppermost in her mind was her annoyance that she''d been standing outside so long for no purpose. She''d also seen the message. Her parents were both dead. Alice had slammed the door in the policewoman''s face and run up to her room, mentally screaming at Mama and the others to get out of her life and stay away from her. Why had they destroyed her family? She cast them out as though they were demons, and buried her head in her pillow. Eventually, the police woman had gained entry to the house, and found the distraught teenager in her room. She''d patiently explained that there had been an explosion, and her parents had died. Alice was to go to her grandparents. Her grandparents weren''t Christians and didn''t think there was any point in Alice talking to a pastor, or going to church. Anyway, they were busy on Sundays. Alice moped, and suffered, and became more and more depressed. She doubted God''s love, and there was no one to reassure her of it. Soon after Alice''s seventeenth birthday, Alice''s grandmother died of a heart attack and her grandfather blamed her. Alice was further convinced that she was bringing a curse on anyone close. It felt like her prayers weren''t being answered, and eventually she stopped praying. Then her grandfather, not wanting to live without his wife, and not caring about Alice enough to stay around for her sake, drank a bottle of whisky and went to sleep in an almost overflowing bath. Since there was no suicide note, the coroner declared that it could have been accidental death, but it might have been suicide. The insurance company decided that that meant they needn''t pay any life insurance, and Alice found herself with a legal battle on her hands. The next week the same insurance company decided they could refuse to pay out for her parent''s deaths, claiming the explosion that had killed her parents counted as an act of war, and so wasn''t covered. Her grandparents had had debts, and her parent''s house had an outstanding mortgage. Alice was advised that if she lost both insurance pay-outs then she''d be homeless, if she won both, she''d have her university fees paid and keep both houses. The advisor was dishonest, however, and drew up a contract that awarded himself such huge hourly fees that it made that advice nonsense. Both cases were settled in her favour, but Alice only started university with her parent''s house, and enough money to pay the first year''s tuition. The rest had gone to the lawyer. The other thing Alice had was a massive desire to see dishonesty and corruption exposed. She joined the student paper, and it found itself turned from writing funny pieces about student life and interviewing visiting lecturers about their love lives (mostly consisting of a series of ''no comment'' replies to the intrusive questions), to winning prizes for journalism. Sometime in her first year, another student had mostly convinced Alice that all Christians were hypocrites. Since Alice wasn''t one of those, she ought to stop calling herself a Christian. It had been two years since she''d prayed, let alone attend Church regularly, and she agreed; she didn''t want to claim to be what she wasn''t. Her adventures into the area of romance had been disasters. It didn''t help that she could see through the boy''s flattery, but she didn''t seem to have any success in picking potential partners who were remotely normal. Her friends had boyfriends who supplied them with flowers, kisses and nice meals. Alice''s first date at university had come to the date with his pet tarantula in a shoebox. That would have been interesting if he had told her about it rather than challenging her to take a look; but apparently he really liked seeing women scream. Her second, at their first meal together, asked her if she''d mind posing nude for his art project, which she''d already learned was supposed to be posted all over the campus. Her third, on their second date, had admitted that his new tie had been a gift from his regular girl-friend, who he was still seeing. In search of boys who might have more traditional attitudes to relationship-forming, she gate-crashed a Christian Union party. At first, she felt like she was being the worst sort of hypocrite, but found that a significant portion of the males there had one thing on their mind, and it wasn''t the pizza. She realised that she wasn''t alone in looking for company here, but some of them seemed to be card-carrying members of the C.U. even though their minds were filled with filth. She left in disgust, and found herself being followed by one of the males there. He''d been trying to give her orange juice laced with vodka earlier in the evening. Yes, she acknowledged, there was plenty of tradition behind getting a girl drunk as a prelude to seduction, but it surely had no place in civilised society, let alone a supposedly Christian one. Her reactions saved her from his attempt to wrestle her to the ground, and fortunately he''d been drinking enough of his vodka that it was easy for her to get his picture for the campus police as she fled. Christians being dangerous hypocrites became even more strongly linked in her mind; it didn''t matter that he''d gate-crashed the party too. After those experiences, Alice had given up on the idea of seeking the company of the male of the species, at least amongst the student population, and she poured herself into her work. Her studies went well and she ended up with high honours and walked into her present job straight after graduating. She found that male journalists weren''t quite as uncivilised as students, but not by much. Particularly around her. Like during her student days, there seemed to be something that made anyone she liked turn out to be... cursed, the term kept coming back to her. She''d been working five years now, she''d been on four dates, none had gone beyond that first stage. The last one had left her with physical and emotional scars. Alice added ¡°A colleague teased me about it after my last disaster: ''Alice, please tell me who you''re remotely interested in, I''ll know to avoid them like the plague.''¡± ¡°Could you tell me about the one who left you with scars?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Well, it wasn''t him exactly. He loved bungee jumping, ''It''s a real thrill'' said he. Guess what our date turned out to be? In my case, severe whiplash and a broken arm, when the rope got tangled around me.¡± The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡°Ouch.¡± ¡°That''s what I thought. He was all very apologetic and considerate, but dumped me when I told him I wasn''t planning to go through that again.¡± ¡°He broke you and then dumped you?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°What a charming fellow.¡± ¡°He was, that''s the problem. I always fall for the outwardly charming nut-cases whose deep psychological flaws are hidden by perfect mental control.¡± ¡°How good''s Simon''s mental control?¡± ¡°Not perfect. But it seems to rise to the challenge when pushed .... and I did rather stress test it.¡± Alice blushed, and looked around at the countryside. ¡°Why do I recognise the shape of that valley?¡± ¡°You''ve been here before?¡± ¡°Not as far as I know. Has some film been made here, or something like that?¡± ¡°No. But let''s wait here for the boys.¡± ¡°Good idea. I get the feeling that group up there are from Simon''s church, and I don''t want to meet them right now.¡± ¡°So... you don''t like Christians?¡± ¡°I like you, and I like Simon.¡± ¡°But not in general.¡± ¡°Not in general, no. I''ve found they don''t live up to my expectations.¡± ¡°I expect we don''t live up to God''s either. How did you test Simon?¡± ¡°It wasn''t really a test. When I realised that reading people at a distance was part of my gift, and I''ve been using it like... I don''t know, a way of bugging people''s minds without being caught, that was pretty traumatic. I really needed a hug.¡± ¡°And you got one?¡± Sue was surprised. ¡°Yes. A very nice long reassuring one. He was very sweet and actively tried to think of verses to help me.¡± ¡°Did they?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°You threatened to unburden to him after that?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°No wonder you scared him. His instinct was probably to run away at top speed.¡± "Has he ever had a girlfriend?¡± ¡°Not that I''m aware of. He''s pretty shy.¡± ¡°He said something about his gift being a pain in the romance department, about asking a girl out and then discovering she''s not so nice.¡± ¡°That''s one of his excuses, yes. Since it happened when he was fifteen, I don''t think it should really count for much.¡± ¡°When he was fifteen?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And that''s the last time he asked anyone out?¡± ¡°You''ll have to ask him that.¡± ¡°I will.¡± ¡°Alice... in your account, you concentrated on disasters in romance, and skipped over a lot of stuff that was probably far more painful. Is there a reason for that?¡± ¡°Probably. You could say that God''s been protecting me through those disasters, couldn''t you?¡± ¡°I expect so, yes, but that analysis is up to you.¡± ¡°I could have easily ended up raped, abused, or with an abortion on my conscience. But here I am, all untouched and inexperienced, and finally glad of it.¡± She lifted her face to the sky and uttered a heart-felt prayer ¡°Oh, thank-you God.¡± ¡°Amen.¡± ¡°Sue? My piece on your mission. How bad''s the fall-out been?¡± ¡°Can we separate your piece from the leader who loved money more than God''s work? Regular, specific giving where we''re one partner among many have pretty much dried up, but part of that is because while our accounts were frozen, we told people they could give direct or via another partner. That affects us on paper, but not directly, since we were just channeling the money. What it does do is removes people from our donor''s list, so we don''t get to ask them if they want to help support other projects. About ten percent of new funding used to come in that way.¡± ¡°How long were the accounts frozen?¡± ¡°Three months.¡± ¡°That must have had an effect on all sorts of things.¡± ¡°Yes. Some people had to leave the organisation, or the countries they were working in, because their funds didn''t come through and they needed to eat.¡± ¡°I''m sorry.¡± ¡°We''ve got better systems in place now, but better systems don''t make good head-lines. The problem was, one of those external projects was entirely fictitious. Well, you know, you found it out, just a shell agency in the country with a bank account that fed back to him. And we were na?ve. We passed audit for years, and thought everything was fine, until you dropped that bomb-shell on us.¡± ¡°It could have been a bigger one. The ''emergency funds'' hadn''t gone through.¡± ¡°You knew about that?¡± ¡°I couldn''t find evidence, so I didn''t publish. I was on a different story, when I interviewed him and heard him planning how he''d save up the emergency funds for his retirement. That''s what led to my probe.¡± ¡°If your article had come out a week later, the organisation would have been in a far worse state.¡± ¡°Good job I didn''t know that. I might have been tempted to delay it. I''d just had some bad experiences with Christians.¡± ¡°Want to elaborate?¡± ¡°Various people at work, saying I need to be careful not to damage the good name of the mission, look at all the good work you were doing, etc. etc. I said, ''Great, but that leader needs to be behind bars.'' And then the same unsolicited advice the next day and the next. After two weeks of that, it was beginning to /irk/, you know? And I got some surveys done. Do you ever give to mission agencies? Of those who did, how many people followed up on their donations? What was their money used for? Was it spent well? Were they prepared to name their religious belief? The survey didn''t get a mention in the report, but there''s never enough time to say everything, you know? Christians giving these days don''t care where the money''s gone. It was the same when I was at Sunday school. Put your money in the box and forget about it.¡± ¡°Are you sure about that? You don''t think it''s that they check out the organisation first and then give?¡± ¡°Not many. Sorry, based on my survey results, your typical member of the congregation would give to support producing chocolate bars with Bible verses on them, if you spoke fast enough. Especially if the pastor endorsed it. Never mind what language they''re in, or whether the kids getting them bother to read it, or even can.¡± ¡°That''s.... a pretty brutal assessment.¡± ¡°Sorry. Admittedly that''s a bit out of date. Maybe things have changed.¡± ¡°Maybe not.¡± Each lost in their own thoughts, they watched the men labouring up the hill, a long way behind them for a minute or so. Then Sue asked ¡°Would you mind if I talk to our public relations department about that chocolate scripture idea?¡± ¡°What!¡± Alice was stunned. ¡°I was thinking, we could take out an advert, ''Taste and see the Lord is good!'' talking all about the scripture-chocolate, and then at the bottom of it say ''Alternatively you might like to support our more useful programmes that have had proper community input from start to finish with regular impact assessments by external auditors, and so we''re now getting more than ninety-nine percent in the international transparency scale.''¡± ¡°Where say local governments get fifty or sixty. I like the idea, Sue. Go ahead. Actually how about... no, maybe not. I don''t know. Your choice.¡± ¡°It''s my choice if you mind me talking to our P.R. people? I''m confused.¡± ¡°Oh, do that, by all means. I was wondering about a follow up article, if you''ll allow me to.¡± ¡°As in, what, exactly?¡± ¡°What went wrong in your systems, how you''ve fixed them, how the story''s impacted your wider work, how people shouldn''t turn their minds off, how maybe some other organisations could learn from you.¡± ¡°It''s not my place to say that,¡± Sue said. ¡°I know, free press and all the rest,¡± Alice replied, misinterpreting Sue''s statement. ¡°I still want to talk about corruption and how to avoid it. But my attitude to God''s changed, I don''t want to cause you any more trouble.¡± ¡°Thank you, Alice. Its good to see that change, very very good. When you say other organisations... could you widen your scope, and include secular aid charities, not just mission agencies?¡± ¡°I was actually thinking about local government, but yes, that sounds a good idea. Some of the secular charity systems are really opaque.¡± ¡°Probably because some people in secular charities are quite well paid thank-you and others are volunteers, and the management don''t want the volunteers to know. It''d be very interesting to repeat your survey with giving to non-Christian organisation too.¡± ¡°You mean... Non-Christians giving to a Christian organisation might be a lot more suspicious than if they were giving to a non-religious organisation?¡± ¡°Exactly. Have you ever put money into a collecting bucket at a school f¨ºte? Did you really have any idea the kid wasn''t pocketing some of it? Any idea where the rest went?¡± ¡°OK, OK, I admit being guilty of double standards,¡± Alice said, looking at the hauntingly familiar landscape again. Sue shrugged, ¡°It''s human. Too much suspicion probably isn''t good for people, so you have a set of people you trust.¡± ¡°Yes. Speaking of which...¡± Alice began. ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Can I trust you not to tell your brother something?¡± ¡°Depends what it is,¡± Sue replied, carefully. ¡°That''s a good answer. It''s this: Mama called him my Simon, and well.... I''m fully intending to get to know him better, and letting him get to know me better. And when we''ve done that for a suitable length of time and assuming we''re still friends, I''m going to tell him what we''ve been doing is a sort of dating.¡± Sue smiled ¡°I think I can keep that sort of secret. You like him?¡± ¡°He''s not the type of man I normally fall for, but yes. Around that corner you can see a house can''t you?¡± Sue looked at Alice in surprise. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°How do I know that?¡± Alice asked. ¡°No idea.¡± ¡°I can picture it. Two stories, rather tatty thatched roof and painted white. Am I right? I must have been here with my parents, but I don''t remember it. There was something special about that house, the top left hand window in particular, but it''s an old memory.¡± ¡°Top left hand window from this side?¡± Sue asked, making sure her thoughts were hidden. ¡°I think so. This is silly, I feel like I ought to try and draw you the floor plan of the house.¡± ¡°Feel free. Old memories sometimes work like that,¡± Sue said. ¡°We''ve still got a few minutes before they get here.¡± ¡°All right.¡± Alice looked around and found a stick and a patch of bare soil. ¡°I''ve no idea how I''d know the internal layout of a house I''ve never been in,¡± she added as she started to draw. ¡°You''re sure you''ve never been in it?¡± ¡°Fairly.¡± Alice drew the outline of the room, which would have been an L-shape, except it had a chimney going up the middle of one wall. She kept drawing and didn''t notice Sue''s expression. She started drawing the furniture in the almost-L room. ¡°Alice,¡± Sue said in a somewhat strangled voice ¡°Do you want to discuss this before the men get here?¡± ¡°Should I?¡± ¡°Probably. No other memories about it?¡± ¡°No. You sound odd.¡± ¡°You''ve just drawn Simon''s bedroom before my parents moved house, about nine years ago. The description you gave matches then, too. The new owners have re-done the roof and painted it another colour.¡± ¡°Oh. Oh wow.¡± Alice turned white. ¡°Please, Sue, keep this a much bigger secret.¡± she scuffed out the drawing. ¡°Something wrong?¡± ¡°That depends. I think it might terrify Simon.¡± She shook her head ¡°Well, I obviously wanted to know... once. How do you feel about knowing the future, Sue?¡± ¡°In the abstract or in practice?¡± ¡°Let me rephrase it. When I was young and na?ve, I asked God a question about the future. The answer was in Simon''s bedroom. I now remember all the details including time of day I asked if you want to know. Alternatively you can continue in ignorant bliss.¡± ¡°You... asked who you get your first proper kiss from? Or who you''d marry? Something like that?¡± ¡°Do you want the answer to that?¡± ¡°Maybe not.¡± ¡°Sensible woman. What a history I''ve got of misusing my gift! I think I''ll try finding that place of peace. Oh, just so you know, apparently I''ll look like I''m in a coma if I find it.¡± ¡°Do you think that the side of a mountain is a good place to enter a coma?¡± ¡°Absolutely,¡± Alice said, with a grin. ¡°It''s a good way of not facing Simon with what I''ve just found out.¡± ¡°Is it bad news, Alice?¡± Sue asked, concerned. ¡°No. It''s not bad. I''m quite looking forward to it, actually, which is why I want to spend some time calming down.¡± ¡°You seem pretty calm to me.¡± ¡°Want to listen to my thoughts?¡± Alice offered a hand. ¡°Maybe I shouldn''t.¡± Sue decided. ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°So, how do we wake you up?¡± ¡°I''ll let Simon work on that one, he''s good at problem solving,¡± Alice said with a mischievous grin, settling down in the long grass, a little way off the path. Focus on God''s peace, Mama had said, just like you focus on a person. Only she hadn''t focussed her gift on a person for about a decade. She remembered relaxing being part of it. Could she do that? She wanted to be patient, and not share her joy so quickly with Simon that she scared him away. It''d take self control. For that, she felt she needed peace. Simon had quoted Psalm 23 to her, and that seemed appropriate. She thought her way through it, and the still waters it spoke of. Please, God? Could she be returned this part of her gift from him, that she''d abused so much? She didn''t deserve it, not any part of it. She mentally flung herself on God''s mercy and grace, knowing that there was no other medicine for her spiritual ailment.
¡°Sorry,¡± Mick said, kissing his wife. ¡°Have you been waiting long?¡± ¡°Good book selection?¡± she asked. ¡°Very,¡± Simon agreed. ¡°Where''s Alice?¡± ¡°Having a rest and a think.¡± Sue waved in the general direction. ¡°She''s OK?¡± ¡°I think so. I really don''t know how much she wants me to keep to myself. But we''ve come up with an interesting idea, Mick.¡± ¡°Oh, what''s that?¡± Mick panted. ¡°Scripture-chocolate. Taste and see the Lord is Good!¡± Sue said, enthusiastically, while he looked at her as though she''d gone mad. ¡°Imagine the desire among the children for portions of scripture if they''re printed on bars of chocolate!¡± switching out of saleswoman-mode, she said ¡°Alternatively you could donate to our well-researched programmes and know your giving is making a difference to the church''s outreach. It''s a way of getting across to people why audits, community involvement and the like are important.¡± ¡°Oh, I get it. I can see P.R. having fun with that, yes.¡± ¡°You don''t think you''ll be inundated with requests for some?¡± Simon asked. ¡°We could send out instructions for how to do it,¡± Mick replied. ¡°Cynics. Though you''re not quite as cynical as Alice was when she came up with the idea. Her thing about Christians not caring where their money went was based on a survey she had carried out, apparently. It wasn''t a totally unfounded attack. She''s thinking of doing a follow-up piece, showing how we''ve responded, the audits and so on, and pointing out that we''re far more transparent than say, secular aid agencies.¡± ¡°Everyone is more transparent than them,¡± Mick said. ¡°Alice isn''t sure about local governments,¡± Sue replied. ¡°Or businesses, of course. She also admits that her survey might have given biased results, and agrees that it''d be good to look at how curious people are about giving to secular charities.¡± ¡°That''d be interesting, certainly,¡± Simon agreed, sinking to the ground. ¡°So mostly you talked about that side of things?¡± ¡°No, I''d say mostly she talked about her past.¡± ¡°First impressions?¡± Mick asked. ¡°Well aware of where she''s hurting, where she''s got issues, and is facing the truth of it. I''d say she''s not really been that damaged by the experience. Oh, there was lots of painful stuff she skipped over fairly briefly, and some other stuff that was painful at the time that she''s now thankful for as it kept her from bad mistakes.¡± She glanced at Simon. ¡°But long term... I don''t think you''re getting involved in an emotional wreck, Simon. It may be a bit of a roller-coaster, but I don''t think she''s going to melt down or explode.¡± ¡°''Getting involved?''¡± Simon asked. ¡°Well, you''re planning on going with her to wherever she needs your protection, aren''t you? That sounds pretty involved.¡± ¡°Sorry, it sounded like... I don''t know, relationships.¡± ¡°Little brother, friendship is a type of relationship, isn''t it?¡± Sue asked gently. ¡°Yes.¡± he admitted reluctantly. ¡°So of course it''s about relationships. What sort of relationship you end up with is up to the two of you. And God, of course.¡± ¡°Oh. OK.¡± Simon decided he could maybe accept that. ¡°She''s also told me that while she doesn''t think she deserves your protection, she fully plans to accept your offer. And she thinks you keeping her alive probably means you''ll need to get to know her pretty well, including her emotional baggage. So that''s a pretty good level of friendship you''re aiming for.¡± ¡°OK, I can accept that.¡± ¡°Good, because I think if you reject her friendship you''re going to throw her trust in her face and do a lot of damage.¡± After they''d had a drink, and about ten minutes to catch their breaths, Simon asked ¡°Sue, where did you say Alice was?¡± ¡°Lying in the grass over there, meditating on scripture. Come on, brother, I''ll take you.¡± She led the way, and whispered ¡°She''s trying to use part of her gift that ought to help her heal. Apparently if she''s succeeded she''ll appear to be in a coma.¡± ¡°So how do we wake her up?¡± ¡°She said she''d let you solve that problem.¡± ¡°That''s not funny.¡± ¡°I think she thought it was,¡± Sue said, and went back to talk to Mick. ¡°Alice?¡± Simon whispered. There was no response. He looked at her, peaceful, unmoving, unresponsive. He tried tickling her nose with a blade of grass. No response at all. Carefully he took a quick glimpse at her with his othersight. Her brightness was muted, but he could see she was healing. The wounds had lost their rawness, in some, the pain seemed to have been replaced by... joy? How did that work? He gazed at her face, finding that beautiful too. If only he knew her better, he decided, it would be quite easy to fall in love with her, this sleeping beauty he had to wake up. He pushed that thought away. It was like a coma, but presumably not genuinely one, he thought. Hmm, he''d heard of patients reportedly hearing what was happening. ¡°Alice, it''s time to go.¡± he tried again. ¡°Simon, Alice?¡± Sue called, ¡°We''ll go on a bit ahead, OK?¡± ¡°OK.¡± Simon yelled back. Alice didn''t stir. If sound wasn''t going to work, might thought? He gingerly touched her hand. [Alice?] Her fingers closed around his and she thought [Patience, Simon.] He''d felt a great sense of peace and reassurance from her, and then she... withdrew, and he heard and felt nothing. Feeling awkward about holding her unresponsive hand, he broke contact and waited five more excruciating minutes, longing for that peace and reassurance again. Then he touched her again, [The others left five minutes ago, Alice.] [Well you''d better wake your sleeping beauty then hadn''t you?] [You''re awake.] [Bother, he noticed. I was never actually asleep, just... disconnected.] [Does you calling yourself sleeping beauty mean you heard me?] [Decide you could fall in love with me if you knew me better?] [Yes. Sorry.] [Sorry for letting out the secret, or sorry for thinking flattering things about me?] [Sorry for.... going past borders we''d set.] [And there I was wondering if I was going to get a kiss to bring me back to the mundane world. Isn''t that how you''re supposed to wake up sleeping beauty?] ¡°Alice!¡± he broke contact. ¡°Sorry. I guess that was going a long way past borders we''d set, wasn''t it?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°So, Simon, are you going to help me up, or shall I stay lying here on the grass all morning out of protest?¡± ¡°Protest at what?¡± he asked, offering his hand. ¡°Your lack of chivalry, of course!¡± She said, hardly putting any weight on his hand as she got up. ¡°Are you OK, Alice?¡± he asked as they started walking. ¡°Very, why do you ask?¡± ¡°You seem very... I don''t know. Relaxed, happy, maybe a bit drunk.¡± ¡°I don''t advise you to look at me right now, Simon. God is very very good, and very very patient, very very loving, and has just made himself very very present.¡± ¡°God spoke to you?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Anything you can share?¡± ¡°Yes. But first I''d like to sing. ''When I in awesome wonder'' seems appropriate. Do you know it?¡± ¡°Urm, yes. I''m not sure of all the words though.¡± ¡°That''s why we''ve got these wonders of modern technology on our wrists. And then... what''s that one with ''my chains fell off, my heart was free?''¡± ¡°And can it be.¡± ¡°That one too. God is good.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°Ah, but do you know how good?¡± ¡°I checked on you... I hope you don''t mind. I saw some of your pain has gone, turned to... I think it looked a bit like joy, but that doesn''t make sense.¡± ¡°Yes it does. When I was far from God, I felt wounded that everyone I ever went out with turned out to be a complete disaster on the first date. A few days ago, I''d probably say I was pretty embarrassed at being a twenty-six year old virgin, even this morning I was feeling wounded not being able to form a quote ''proper relationship''. Now, I''m incredibly joyful that God didn''t ever let me find a quote ''normal boyfriend''. Healed relationship gives me a different perspective on things, turns my tears of sadness into rivers of joy. Is that another song?¡± ¡°Maybe,¡± Simon said embarrassed at the openness of what she''d just explained. ¡°You did ask.¡± Alice pointed out, noticing his blush. ¡°I know, but...¡± ¡°Simon, you want to get to know me better, yes?¡± ¡°Yes, but....¡± ¡°Good. I want to get to know you too. Part of that, somewhere along the line, involves discussing past romantic involvements, or lack thereof. I decided that I''d take the perfect opportunity your question presented, rather than pussy-footing around the subject, with much embarrassment, later on. Sorry if my answer embarrasses you.¡± ¡°Maybe we should sing.¡± ¡°Yes. And then we should catch up with your sister and her husband, and maybe even with your church group. I mean, I''m going to meet them tomorrow, aren''t I?¡± ¡°You are? Oh! You''re coming to Church?¡± ¡°I certainly hope you''re inviting me.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°Good. I''ve found the words.¡±
¡°Someone''s in fine voice this morning,¡± Mick said, looking behind him. ¡°It sounds rather like Simon, but that would make the descant Alice.¡± Sue said, puzzled. ¡°Is that so impossible?¡± ¡°She''s been a long way from God since she was about sixteen. But I get the impression she''s not leaving his side again, so maybe not.¡± ¡°What''s she like?¡± ¡°Alice? Very open.¡± ¡°Open to God?¡± ¡°I meant about her past. For someone who says she doesn''t trust easily, she decided to open up wide to me.¡± ¡°Oh. But other than that?¡± ¡°Hmm. Very much a go-getter. Watch out if you get between her and what she thinks is right. But having said that, she does listen.¡± ¡°And she just up and decided to meditate on the Word in the middle of the walk?¡± ¡°Well, we had been talking non-stop for the previous hour.¡± ¡°I''m just wondering what she found so fascinating that she didn''t even say hello.¡± ¡°Feel free to ask her about that,¡± Sue said, and then changed the topic.
¡°There''s the house,¡± Simon sighed, ¡°More changes.¡± ¡°Your old home.¡± ¡°Sue told you?¡± ¡°She said your parents had moved, about nine years ago.¡± ¡°Yes, right after I started university. Gran was getting old, Mum and Dad decided they didn''t need all the garden space. It certainly felt odd, though. A real break with the past.¡± ¡°I imagine. All that is garden?¡± She pointed to the space between the house and the road. ¡°Not quite. The driveway goes between the gardens of the neighbours before it gets to our plot. Our old plot, I should say.¡± ¡°It must have been isolated.¡± ¡°Very.¡± ¡°Where do you live now? I''ve never asked.¡± ¡°One room rented flat.¡± ¡°You don''t miss having a garden?¡± ¡°I''ve got the university campus to wander in, and I don''t need to mow the grass, which is a plus point.¡± ¡°That''s true. Next question, feel free to earn my ire by refusing to reply: girlfriends? Sue said your gift being a problem was when you were fifteen.¡± ¡°Fourteen, actually. The end of term school party.¡± ¡°And now you''re scarred for life?¡± ¡°No. But... she made fun of me for the rest of my school career. Tormented me, really, and the rest of the girls at school joined in. That... doesn''t build a lot of self-confidence.¡± ¡°Tormented you how?¡± ¡°Seeming to be interested in me, what I was doing, etc, and then when I responded they turned it into a big ''let''s make fun of Simon'' thing.¡± ¡°So... a woman appearing interested in you makes all your alarm bells ring?¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°Sorry, I didn''t know. I must have been ringing quite a lot of them.¡± ¡°Urm, yes.¡± ¡°I''m not going to make fun of you, Simon.¡± ¡°They said that too.¡± he replied. ¡°If you run away from me, you''re not going to be able to take care of me.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°I presume you''ve never had a girlfriend, or even a date?¡± ¡°Correct.¡± ¡°So, which of us is the most broken, in this area?¡± ¡°Me.¡± ¡°I agree. So, what did they never do?¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°What did they never do? At what point of relationship building did they turn it all into a big tormenting session? How do I know we''ve passed that point?¡± ¡°Passed that point?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I don''t think I understand.¡± he said, fearfully. [Simon, think without panic please.] She thought to him. His eyes opened wide. [God has given me two parts of my gift back, partially. I can call to you or to Sue like this, without touch, and I can seek peace, which is what I was doing when you failed to kiss me.] She added ¡°And I''m not listening, so it''s strictly one-way at the moment. Either tell me I can, or reply verbally.¡± ¡°Two questions... what about the rest, and what do you mean, ''failed to kiss you''.¡± ¡°You could say I''m on probation. God didn''t put it like that, he just said ''patience, daughter.'' As for you failing to kiss me, well, you didn''t did you? I understand why, but for future reference, if a woman is feigning sleep and refers to herself as sleeping beauty, kisses are definitely on her mind. So, getting back to my question, without panicking.¡± ¡°OK.¡± he said, in growing panic. ¡°You are planning to get to know me, I am planning to get to know you. That means we spend time together. It would save a lot of complicated explanations or outright lies to my friends and colleagues if I called you my boyfriend. You''ve already trusted me with your deepest secret, I''ve trusted you with mine. Anything controversial so far?¡± ¡°Not really. But if you call me your boyfriend, isn''t that an outright lie?¡± ¡°Simon, can I point out that you''ve offered to accompany me on some time-unlimited journey to offer me help and protection. To protect me better, you need to get to know me pretty well. Agreed?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°What have I agreed to pay you for this?¡± ¡°Nothing.¡± ¡°So... you''re not my hired body-guard.¡± ¡°No.¡± he agreed. ¡°So, what else might people call the friendship and concern that is bound to grow between us? Remember, no panicking, just clear thinking.¡± ¡°Romance?¡± he offered. ¡°No. Romance is all about roses, chocolates and overly expensive meals. Go on, make yourself say it.¡± ¡°Love.¡± ¡°Yes. You''ve already been patient, kind, unaccusing and generous towards me.¡± ¡°That''s agape, not eros.¡± ¡°I know. Which of the two needs the most work and which one is the most likely to grow up all on its own unless we fight it really hard?¡± ¡°Eros is the one which doesn''t need help.¡± he said. ¡°I agree. Are you scared of agape?¡± ¡°No, I guess not.¡± ¡°I''m not either. So, can we meet regularly to work on agape and mutual understanding?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Simon said, relieved. That followed his commitment to her. ¡°Now... about the other one. Which would you prefer? To spend a lot of fervent prayer time trying to stop eros-type feelings, or accept that maybe they''ll happen?¡± ¡°I guess..¡± he started, nervously, and was unable to finish. ¡°Do you feel I''m bullying you into anything?¡± ¡°Sort of.¡± ¡°Sorry. But you do see how dating is the closest thing to what we''re doing, don''t you? Dating at the start is all about getting to know the other person so you can decide if you trust them enough for romance. Then it moves into building on that trust for the purposes of increasing the romance. We''re getting to know and trust each other, and we''ve got other motives, but romance might grow. Personally, I don''t mind you calling me your girlfriend, your almost-girlfriend, your mission from God, or your new friend who you''re spending lots of time with at the moment. But I think if you say the last one they''re going to say you''re in love whatever else you say.¡± ¡°We don''t know each other well enough to say that.¡± ¡°Not for certain, no. Did the girls you knew ever do this to you?¡± ¡°No, certainly not.¡± ¡°So, what are you terrified of?¡± ¡°What comes next.¡± ¡°What might that be?¡± ¡°You asking for kisses, or asking if God put a time limit on me protecting you.¡± ¡°He didn''t did he? That''s nice.¡± ¡°Is it?¡± ¡°Yes. I''d hate to spend weeks and weeks getting to know you, going on a dangerous trip together, and knowing all the time that sometime we''d be saying ''See you in heaven if not before.'' Don''t you think so?¡± He glanced at her, with his eyes and othereyes. She was radiant, gorgeous, trustworthy and full of joy and... anticipation? Simon wasn''t sure. ¡°Yes, Alice, I agree. That''d be really difficult. It''s better not knowing the future.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 5: Hill walking with old ... friends

Visual effects / Ch. 5:Hill walking with old ... friends

Lunchtime, Saturday May 14th, 2270 ¡°It''s Simon! I thought you weren''t coming?¡± ¡°Sorry Steve, trying to keep plans flexible. You know Sue, and recognise Mick, I''m sure, this is Alice.¡± ¡°Hi, everyone. We''ve just ordered, pull up a seat. Did you hear that singing, earlier on?¡± ¡°Someone''s got a good soprano,¡± April, Steve''s wife, said. ¡°It wasn''t you, was it Sue?¡± ¡°Not me. I heard them though.¡± ¡°I suppose it must have been us,¡± Alice admitted. ¡°I bullied Simon into joining me. It just seemed so appropriate, to sing of lofty mountain grandeur in lofty almost-mountains. And as for dungeons filling with light, blame Simon for that one.¡± ¡°You chose it?¡± Steve asked Simon. ¡°No... I just summoned the courage to tell Alice she did believe in God really.¡± ¡°And various other things which convinced me it was from God,¡± Alice added. ¡°Praise God!¡± April exclaimed. ¡°I''ve said sorry to Sue for the way I did my report a few years ago, and she''s very graciously forgiven me, so I thought maybe I could dare to show my face in Christian circles.¡± ¡°Your report?¡± April asked, with a nasty suspicion in her mind. ¡°On the leader of our mission,¡± Sue supplied. ¡°Please do bear in mind that Alice was far from the Lord then, and there was a lot of uncomfortable truth in what she said.¡± ¡°As well as some hatred that I wasn''t proud of even before I came back to God,¡± Alice added. ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°How long were you away from the Lord?¡± Steve asked, breaking the silent acceptance that had followed her apology. ¡°My parents were killed in the Clear Sky shopping centre attack, just when I needed to talk about a spiritual crisis. My grandparents too atheist, too busy and too wrapped up in their own problems to take me to Church, I was too messed up and confused to go to a new church without them, though I guess I could have. By the time I was at university, it didn''t take much to get me to stop calling myself a Christian.¡± ¡°Surely Simon''s not the first Christian you''ve met since then?¡± ¡°No. But he''s the first one to tell me to stop lying to myself when I told them that I didn''t believe in God, and then go on to tell me that God believed in me.¡± Samuel, sitting next to April raised his eyebrows. ¡°That''s quite some intervention, Simon.¡± ¡°Not my idea, I assure you. There was some more too, but I''m not sure how public that should be.¡± ¡°Let me guess,¡± Samuel said. ¡°You''re going to sweep her off her feet before any of the rest of us poor lonely men get a chance.¡± Simon turned red; Alice, however, looked straight at Samuel and said ¡°Someone tried to knock me off my feet when I was at university. He ended up in jail for thinking rather too much about being a poor lonely man. I suggest that if you want to find a wife you get in the habit of taking better care of your mental and spiritual hygiene.¡± ¡°It was a joke!¡± Samuel protested, taken aback. ¡°Mine was more in the line of friendly advice,¡± Alice said with a bright smile. ¡°I hate to think what you''re like when you want to be unfriendly.¡± ¡°Less circumspect, more embarrassing details made public.¡± Samuel heard Alice say, her eyes seeming to bore into him, and he realised she recognised him, while he''d totally forgotten her. Bad mistake that. ¡°You were a second year, I think, weren''t you, Samuel?¡± ¡°You two know each other?¡± Simon asked. ¡°That''s stretching the word a bit,¡± Alice said, ¡°I''ve not seen him for years.¡± ¡°I remember now. I do know what she''s like when she''s being unfriendly,¡± Samuel said. ¡°Ooh, past scandals?¡± April asked, gleefully. ¡°Be sure your sins will find you out,¡± Samuel admitted. ¡°Sorry, Alice.¡± ¡°Do you still have Molly?¡± ¡°No. You''ve got a good memory.¡± ¡°The pair of you made quite an impression. She didn''t escape, I hope.¡± ¡°No. I got low on cash and sold her.¡± ¡°Hold on... Molly had eight furry legs?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Yes,¡± Alice agreed. ¡°Samuel? Based on what Alice told me this morning, you really needed help, back then. Did you ever get it?¡± ¡°It was just a silly phase.¡± ¡°I''ll take that as a no, then. Steve, Samuel probably needs to talk etc. even if it was before he turned to Christ.¡± ¡°OK, yes,¡± Samuel agreed. Alice was reassured. His misogyny was going to face the light of day. ¡°Steve,¡± Samuel added, ¡°Get Alice''s take on it too, OK? If she remembers it so well, it must be worse than I thought.¡± ¡°Is that OK, Alice? As much or as little detail as you like.¡± ¡°It''s fine.¡± ¡°Would you like to order?¡± the waitress asked. ¡°Yes, please, except we got talking and forgot to look at the menu,¡± Simon said. ¡°Is the Stilton ploughman''s still on it?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Me too, please,¡± Alice said. It sounded tasty. ¡°We''ll share another one and a plate of chips, please,¡± Mick said, after a quick glance at Sue.
Samuel had quietly asked Alice to stay behind for a private chat as the others left the restaurant. Since it had turned out that he was roughly aware of his issues, and seemed to want to change, she wasn''t worried. ¡°Alice,¡± he started, confidently, knowingly, ¡°I''ve seen women throwing themselves at the immovable rock which is Simon before now.¡± Alice looked at him in surprise, and he continued, ¡°I can see you''re interested in him. But you''re only going to scare him, not win him, unless you act entirely disinterested for a year or more. For old time''s sake, not to mention by way of apology, would you allow me to ask you out again? Without Molly this time?¡± Smooth, polite, confident. Becoming a Christian hadn''t changed him that much, Alice decided, and mentally called [Simon, your friend here is suggesting I go out with him while I''m waiting for you to get to know me. Feel free to rescue me from him before he gets a punch in the face.] ¡°You had your chance years ago, Samuel. I think Simon''s got a lot going for him.¡± ¡°I''m not saying he''s not a good catch, he''s a lovely chap, probably most eligible bachelor amongst the lot of us, if only you could break through his shell. But you won''t manage it, and if you try he''s just going to run a mile whenever you come in sight.¡± The thought of Samuel muscling his way back into Alice''s affections had quite an effect on Simon. He''d felt awkward about her saying she was going to claim him as her boyfriend, though he could see the logic of it, but he didn''t believe he could say they were attached after such a short time. Surely it wasn''t possible. Now, faced with a challenger, he realised that he very much was romantically attached to her, and he had no qualms about claiming it. Samuel moved closer to Alice, very much in her personal space, and said ¡°I admit I messed up big time, but we''re not silly students now. Why don''t we see if we can get off on a better footing?¡± ¡°Hey, Samuel! ¡°, Simon said, sticking his head back through the doorway, ¡°Stop trying to chat up my new girlfriend, not only is it unfriendly, but we''ve got a lot of walking to do.¡± ¡°You didn''t stand a chance, Samuel,¡± Alice said, ducking past him and taking Simon''s arm. ¡°But you did almost get yourself a knee in the goolies for old times'' sake.¡±
Although they always started walking together as a group, their normal practice was to split up into faster and slower walkers, and there was a tendency for the couples with things to discuss to walk together. When Simon and Alice had left the restaurant hand in hand they were given startled glances, and quite a few comments of ''finally'' or ''are you really...'' As they walked, but they had plenty of space to talk privately. ¡°Sorry for doing that, Simon,¡± Alice said. ¡°Doing what?¡± ¡°Asking for protection like that.¡± ¡°He was scaring you. I saw the worry in your soul.¡± ¡°A bit, yes. He was certainly coming on strong. But I expect I could have handled it myself, or not phrased it so it triggered such a ''hand''s off, she''s mine'' response.¡± ¡°But I''d been denying I had any feelings for you, so how were you to know?¡± ¡°Not really. I heard it more as you just saying you didn''t trust them enough to act on. You handled the rescue really well, by the way, well done.¡± ¡°So much for not calling you my girlfriend.¡± ¡°I told you I didn''t mind. I don''t.¡± ¡°Even if the title doesn''t come with kisses?¡± If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°Do I gather that kisses were a significant part in their tormenting you?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°As in they kissed you and ran away laughing, or ran away laughing before the kiss?¡± ¡°On the most memorable occasion, one of them told me to shut my eyes and while my eyes were closed, got a frog out of her pocket and pressed it to my lips. Thereafter, they reminded me of that in some way and or ran away laughing.¡± ¡°So you never actually got a kiss?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°So would I be right in thinking the promise or anticipation of a kiss is far scarier than actually getting or giving one?¡± ¡°How can I know?¡± ¡°Well, one way might be you could give me permission to surprise you with one some time, all out of the blue, without all the scary run-up. Or I could give you that permission. Another way might be to do it while holding hands and listening to each others thoughts, so you know there''s no nasty surprise coming. Hey, how did they manage to surprise you anyway?¡± ¡°I guess it was all planned long before.¡± ¡°Oh, of course. What do you think?¡± ¡°I really appreciate your trying to fix my phobias, Alice.¡± ¡°Is that what you think I''m doing?¡± ¡°It''s all I hope you''re doing, and I''m going to assume you''re doing. Otherwise I''m going to get scared.¡± ¡°Because you don''t think any girl would genuinely find you an attractive marriage prospect?¡± ¡°Not without knowing me well.¡± ¡°Hypothetically ¡ª don''t worry, it''s not true of me ¡ª if someone had asked God if they''d marry you really early on, say in the first week of meeting you, and had got a clear answer of yes, and they told you that, before you knew them well, what would do? Assume they convinced you about the answer.¡± ¡°I think I''d still panic. I mean, I can see you''re trustworthy, but half the time I''m talking to you my brain is screaming ''she''s going to ridicule you, make you kiss frogs, single is safer.''¡± ¡°What''s it saying the rest of the time?¡± ¡°Right now? Roughly speaking, ''Oh wow, I''m having a real conversation with my girlfriend. Does that mean I''m gown up? She''s gorgeous, clever and nice. I do so hope we don''t break up. What does she see in me?''¡± ¡°That one''s easy. You''re a godly man with a unique gift who''s going to keep me alive.¡± ¡°And then what? What happens after that?¡± ¡°Oh, the usual, I expect. We trust and obey and walk by faith, knowing that knowing God is much better than knowing the future.¡± ¡°You sound like you do.¡± ¡°I know some bits of it. For example, I know you coming with me means I survive. It doesn''t mean you do. So in one way, maybe I''d rather someone else goes with me, because when I come back I want you around. But perhaps surviving says nothing about coming back, so taking someone else means yes, I survive and you survive, but we''re not together. That''d be just plain nasty.¡± ¡°I''m confused.¡± ¡°That''s OK. What about?¡± ¡°Why might you not come back?¡± ¡°Maybe my journey is a trip to Mars, and I end up staying there. Hold on... What did the message say?¡± ¡°You''re going on a journey and if you go alone you won''t survive.¡± ¡°But actually, it didn''t say journey, did it? It said path.¡± ¡°You''re right. ''She has set herself towards a great task prepared for her in advance, and she takes the right path. She must go, but not alone, for if she goes alone she will not survive.'' So what path have you set yourself on?¡± ¡°I''m not sure. Except that I got called to by Mama. That''s someone with the gift. I hadn''t talked to her since I got convinced she was a demon, and then I get a message from God from my now boyfriend, sort out my relationship with God, and then today she tries to check up on me, tells me she''s not sure if she''ll be allowed to call me again, and in parting says ''go give those corrupt astronauts something to worry about''. Rumours of corruption in the administration of Marscorp or Lunacorp is why I was talking to the professor, but I wonder why she thought that was the path.¡± ¡°Can''t you ask her?¡± ¡°No, I got the impression I can only call to you and Sue. I spoke to her for two days, ten years ago, then cast her out of my life like she was a demon, but she''d been following my career and it just happens that she thought to see if she could get through to me just as I was talking to Sue. That''s amazing, isn''t it?¡± ¡°So there are other people with the same gift as you?¡± ¡°There are other people with the whole gift I have part of, because of my abusing it. I didn''t even take her lessons seriously when she first found me. If I had, then I''d have known about the peace then, and I might not have been so badly wounded by Mrs Huntsman''s accusation, or so cut up about my parent''s death. There''s so many things I should have done.¡± ¡°Easy to say with hindsight.¡± ¡°No, I mean, I should have been practising with the gift, talking to people. But I was a teenager whose friends were more important than extra homework. About the one thing I did do was pretty questionable in its own right.¡± ¡°What was that?¡± ¡°Looked for someone I called Jack, to see where he was. I saw his home, where his home was, and so on. I was quite disappointed that he lived so far away. I can remember most of it pretty clearly now, but there are still gaps. It came back when I was talking to Sue.¡± ¡°You named someone Jack, only it wasn''t his real name?¡± Simon asked, his thoughts hidden. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And this was ten years ago, just before the explosion?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And you said, ''Hello Jack! I''m Alice, I thought we should become friends.'' And I was totally confused, because Jack was my dog''s name.¡± Alice gasped. ¡°I even talked to you! I''d forgotten that.¡± ¡°So, actually... I''ve known you for a long time.¡± ¡°I guess so. Did I tell you why I thought we should become friends?¡± ¡°Because you''d found out something you said was ''cool and scary''.¡± ¡°So I didn''t say?¡± ¡°No, but you hinted.¡± ¡°What did I hint at?¡± ¡°Something I''d describe as... exciting and scary.¡± ¡°I tend to agree. I decided that the person matching the... cool and scary criteria was called Jack, and looked for where Jack was. No information on timing, of course, it might be a long, long time in the future.¡± He looked behind him. ¡°Alice?¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Sometime, when the time is right, when, for instance, we''re not about to be overtaken by people we know, you have my permission to try that thing you spoke of earlier.¡± ¡°The surprise or the listening?¡± ¡°Both.¡± ¡°Thank you, Simon.¡± ¡°Knowing I''ve known you a long time does change some things, you realise.¡± ¡°It does?¡± ¡°I can introduce you as someone I used to be friends with, got separated from and had just bumped into again, for instance.¡± ¡°That''s true.¡± ¡°And it also puts you into the old friends who''ve never made fun of me category.¡± ¡°Even though we only spoke a couple of times? It was only a couple of times, wasn''t it? I tried so hard to forget everything, even you.¡± ¡°I remember it as one glorious week, every night. Then that last night, you said ''Are you real? I''m not listening to you because I don''t know what to think. If you''re real, and I want you to be real, stay away from me, I don''t want you to get hurt too. I think I was wrong about everything, that I believed lies, that even doing this is wrong. I''m so sorry.'' And I never heard from you again.¡± ¡°You have now.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Can we hold hands?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± [I''d forgotten all of this, Simon, until I saw the valley. Then I remembered the house, and that there was something important about it. And I told Sue about it, and drew a floor plan of the house, of your bedroom. She recognised it, and what I remembered came back.] [And that''s why you were thinking of being sleeping beauty?] [No, that was from you, but that''s why I knew it was time to seek peace, and it''s why I was so certain I didn''t mind being your girlfriend. For however long it takes.] [Thank you, Alice, for not scaring me away. I thought it was just coincidence, your name, I mean. There are quite a lot of Alices in the world, after all. You can''t go through life hoping that every Alice you meet is going to be your long-lost sort-of fianc¨¦e of a decade before. Especially not when you''ve ninety percent convinced yourself she was a figment of your imagination.] [We need to get to know each other, properly. No short-cuts this time.] [Absolutely. We were a bit silly last time.] [What do you expect from sixteen and seventeen year olds?] [Enough sense to know they''re too young?] [Ha, don''t make me laugh. If they knew that, they''d be showing signs of wisdom, and maturity, rather than just hormones.] [Changing the subject entirely... Mars?] [Or the moon. Luna actually makes more sense, not just in terms of cost.] [Space travel is dangerous, Alice.] [Good job I''ve got an expert to accompany me.] [I''m no expert, not in orbital mechanics and the rest. But... are you thinking long or short term?] [Not sure. The paper''s officially got an office on Luna, but it''s been unstaffed for a year. The previous journalist thought he was onto a story, but never got anywhere conclusive. He wasn''t sure if that was because he was running into a wall of silence, or if there was really nothing to write about. In the end, he came home in disgust, and warned everyone they didn''t want to go there.] [Can you say what the story''s about?] [Life-support equipment not being up to spec. There''s apparently lots of stories circulating in the bars, but little in the way of hard facts. So, is it being suppressed, or is it just being blown out of proportion in the bars?] [Sounds rather like an Alice Findhorn sort of story.] [It does, yes.] [It just so happens that there''s an opening at the Luna University.] [You''re going to apply?] [They actually asked me to consider it.] [When would it start?] [I said I''m committed to my current project for the next six months. They said, fine what about after then. I said urm, send me terms, conditions length of rotation, etc. I''m still waiting for a reply. I didn''t think I''d accept, though, because of Church and what the religious scene is like there.] ¡°What is the Christian scene like in Luna City?¡± ¡°The city? Bleak. It''s a money-making enterprise that thinks its a sovereign state. Think oil production-rigs, wild-west era gold mining camps and the like. According to Sue, the place is full of workaholic atheists who spend a large chunk of their substantial pay getting drunk, stoned, or gambling when they do stop work. There''s therefore a number of addiction-related ministries, working with them. They get full company support ¡ª that means they get rent-free dome space, basic needs covered, and subsidised travel. Before you think how Christian of LunaCorp, that only covers social work with addicts, they''re expected to work fifty hour weeks, and any gospel outreach is strictly on the missionaries'' own time. There is also a significant population of prostitutes, who also have company support. That is supposedly because of the gender imbalance, but there isn''t much of one actually, just far more of the men have no brains or morals than the women. The rumour is that in exchange for the free rent, the prostitutes have agreed to ah... serve the company managers for free.¡± ¡°What a nest of sin and corruption,¡± Alice said, with distaste. ¡°Yes, that''s mostly the whole mining and production side of things. The research community are allegedly much more pleasant than that, and I quote ''there might even be one and a half percent Christians there.'' Since there are only three hundred research staff, that makes four and a half.¡± ¡°And the communities are separate?¡± ¡°Pretty much, yes. You can get from one to the other, of course, all roads lead to the spaceport. But research is mostly done farside, Luna City is nearside.¡± ¡°The spaceport comes under Luna city?¡± ¡°No, it''s a profit-making enterprise run by the university, under the U.N charter. The profits are then ploughed into research.¡± ¡°And the spaceport staff? Where do they fit on the degradation spectrum?¡± ¡°Most of the workers stay on Earth. As much as possible is robotic, automatic and the rest. People rotate up for a week or two a year, leaving their families safely at home. There are also meeting rooms you can hire, which is where the missionaries meet weekly to escape Luna City.¡± ¡°What about schools, social services, things like that?¡± ¡°No children allowed, city-side. Like I said, think oil production facility. Highly unrecommended research side, too. There are marriages, but with the radiation levels during a storm, pregnancy is dangerous.¡± ¡°Medical facilities?¡± ¡°As long as you not bleeding to death, medical care happens on Earth.¡± ¡°The paper''s office is in Luna city. I think I agree with our old correspondent, I don''t want to go to the moon.¡± ¡°Nor do I. Mars is much nicer if you have to leave Earth. Do you? Closest approach is sometime in August, I think, which is why so many launches are getting scheduled these days.¡± ¡°So we''ve got until August to decide if that''s where we''re going?¡± ¡°No. You want to aim to get there at closest approach, because anything later means you''d normally overshoot. If you lift off at closest approach, you''d need to shed all the free momentum the Earth''s just given you, or go round the long way. The fastest flights possible are thirty days, I think, but normally they take more like forty days so they can actually carry people. It''s a long time since I''ve looked into this stuff, sorry. But I saw the tourist trips start next week.¡± ¡°Any openings for you on Mars?¡± ¡°Probably. There''s a university there which is always desperate for lecturers, research is happening on planet and on the moons too. The atmosphere still doesn''t support food plants, but it''s getting close. You still can''t breath the atmosphere, of course, there''s too much carbon dioxide, but everyone expects the colony to really boom when the agriculture moves outside of the domes.¡± ¡°Boom as in population?¡± ¡°As in economy, population, trades, things like that. There''ll be more living space, lack of biomass won''t be such a problem, food will become more affordable.¡± ¡°There is supposed to be a Mars end to the story, too, for all that production is on the moon,¡± Alice said. ¡°Just one story isn''t really enough to get you sent all that way, surely?¡± ¡°No. They''ve told me if I go out after the story, then while I''m researching it I could set up an office there, make a permanent presence. They said something about it being strategically important. I wasn''t really interested in staying with a bunch of convicts, though, so I didn''t read it in much detail.¡± ¡°Only a very small portion are criminals, Alice. They''re risk takers, yes. But the crime rate there is really low. I know a student who is from there.¡± ¡°From there? Not second generation, surely?¡± ¡°Yes. She came to Earth to do some research and maybe find a husband. She doesn''t like the gravity, but does like singing God''s praises in the open air, and spring fields full of flowers. Want an introduction?¡± ¡°Please. I didn''t know there were any second generation colonists off planet.¡± ¡°The convict label makes them pretty shy about mentioning it.¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°Just don''t repeat it, it''s a lie.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 6: Hill-walking with a Martian

Visual effects / Ch. 6: Hill-walking with a Martian

Afternoon, Saturday May 14th 2270 It turned out that Alice had already had an introduction, in the sense that the student that Simon had mentioned was one of the twenty walkers from his church. She''d wondered why the tall willowy girl, who she''d assumed had Scandinavian ancestry because of her height and fair skin, was in the slow walkers group, but if she''d grown up on Mars that maybe explained a lot. ¡°Shall we walk back, or just wait for her?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Let''s wait. I''ll re-read that message with more interest. Want to look?¡± ¡°There''s nothing confidential in it?¡± ¡°Not that I know of.¡± Together they read the note on her wrist unit. ¡°Dear Ms Findhorn, Interesting to hear you''re making enquiries on the life-support equipment story/non-story. As you know, I hit a brick wall in Luna City, although you''re welcome to see if your face can get more out of the contractors than mine did. However, I''ll be telling editorial that I won''t be surprised if it''s a wasted trip, if you only go for that reason. Maybe you could get further on the human trafficking angle than I managed to too. I think the Mars angle looks to be a much more fruitful line of enquiry, and Mars as a genuine colony is a far more suitable place for an office than Luna city, where practically everyone is there as an employee of LunaCorp, under a non-disclosure contract. I''ve pointed this out on numerous occasions to the board, and had some positive feedback lately. ¡°Do get in contact if you want to follow up on any of what follows, but here are some tasters of what I''d imagine you doing on Mars as well as getting to the bottom of the story. (a) [Short term] there must be some kind of local Mars news channel, but I''ve never heard / seen any news from it on Earth, only the big-name channels sending someone out for a month or so. Perhaps we just need someone on the ground to work out who to sign a feed-in agreement with? There are almost a million people there now, and it''s an insult to our readership that we get nothing. There''s got to be some news-worthy items, why don''t we hear it? Lack of care (embarrassment!), lack of contract or is there a conspiracy of silence for you to uncover? (b) [Medium-long term] we get some subscriptions from there, mostly recent emigrants, most don''t stay with us. If you could (help) pull together a local edition, even once a week, with local interest stories, or some local perspective on the Earth stories, and just kept those subscribers, that''d be great. (c) [medium-long term] the Mars University has recently contacted us, asking if we happen to know anyone on Mars or going there, with your sort of experience, who might be able to help teach a course on journalism. Why not add yet another string to your bow? (d) last but not least, report on anything that gets your juices boiling, but that hardly needs saying, does it? Let me know what you think. Whit Holder, Strategic Planning office.¡± ¡°It sounds like he doesn''t want you to get bored,¡± Simon said. ¡°Nothing worse than a bored investigative journalist. But I don''t know. Journalist to editor is a known career path, so is journalist to lecturer, for that matter. I don''t know if either of them are me, though. I''m not sure about this feed-in contract stuff.¡± ¡°Maybe we can pick Evangeline''s brains,¡° Simon said, just as she came along. ¡°If it involves resting, count me in,¡± she replied. ¡°It can do, I suppose,¡± Simon said. ¡°I thought you said this was a gentle slope!¡± Evangeline sank to the ground and took a long drink from her flask. ¡°It is,¡± Simon said. ¡°Had any trouble keeping your footing, or where you''d use your hands to keep you upright?¡± Alice asked. ¡°No, I guess not. You''d walk up stuff where you do?¡± ¡°Well, scramble is probably the right word, but yes. Your bag looks pretty heavy though.¡± ¡°It is. I just can''t bring myself to go anywhere without a med-kit and emergency stuff. It''s been drummed into me too well, I guess.¡± ¡°Ever thought of asking one of the muscular lads striding off into the distance to lend a hand occasionally?¡± ¡°I never do until they stride off.¡± ¡°Know any numbers?¡± Alice prompted. ¡°Wouldn''t that be rude?¡± ¡°Isn''t striding off into the distance seemingly without a care ruder?¡± ¡°A person should carry their own,¡± Evangeline said, obviously quoting. ¡°Ha. Some of those lads look like rugby players, I expect they could carry you a kilometre quite easily. They''d probably enjoy that a great deal too.¡± ¡°Everything just weighs too much,¡± Evangeline said. Alice tried lifting her rucksack and whistled. ¡°This certainly does. What do you think, Simon? Ten kilos?¡± ¡°More. Fifteen, maybe? I will carry it for a bit, Evangeline, but if you could ring for assistance I''d appreciate it. Alternatively, pick someone and I''ll do the talking.¡± ¡°I couldn''t,¡± Evangeline said, blushing. ¡°Evangeline,¡± Alice asked. ¡°Does asking someone for help mean anything other than you weren''t expecting this many hills?¡± ¡°That I''m a wuss.¡± ¡°You didn''t grow up in this gravity. What else? You''re blushing as though it''s some kind of courtship thing.¡± ¡°It is. It''s like... I''m asking you to carry my tent, I trust you with my life, my future.¡± ¡°Tent?¡± ¡°Everyone carries their own tent, in case of a storm.¡± ¡°Here a storm means you maybe get wet.¡± ¡°Rad. storm, I mean.¡± ¡°You''ve got a portable radiation shelter in this bag?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°No wonder it''s heavy.¡± ¡°I don''t understand how you dare go out without one, but I guess more atmosphere protects you or something.¡± Alice said, ¡°Evangeline, when people here talk about staying inside or covering up because of solar radiation, they''re talking about ultra-violet, not solar flares.¡± ¡°Hardly anything gets through the Earth''s radiation belt,¡± Simon added. ¡°It''s not a very big threat then?¡± she asked. ¡°Not a threat at all at ground level. Pilots and air-crew who are at ten kilometres up all day long get a higher radiation exposure than most people, but even then they don''t need shelters.¡± Evangeline blushed ¡°I''ve been making a fool of myself, haven''t I?¡± ¡°No, because no one''s asked what was in your bag,¡± Simon said. ¡°But it''s worth knowing how important it is on Mars,¡± Alice said. ¡°Thanks for telling us.¡± ¡°Yeah, right. Useless information.¡± ¡°Not useless,¡± Alice said. ¡°My employer''s asking me if I want to go there. Can we start walking? And who would be a good guy to ask to carry your bag, given that he won''t understand the undertones?¡± ¡°Chris,¡± Evangeline said, naming one of the muscle-men of the group. She had no doubts about his faith, he had a good reputation, and had even preached one day. Also, although he''d been a bit distant recently, pretty much immediately she''d told him she going back to Mars soon, she''d thought that before then, he had maybe been on the verge of asking her out. ¡°Got his number?¡± ¡°Yes. You''ll really do the asking? I couldn''t possibly...¡± She blushed again. ¡°Not a problem,¡± Alice said. Once she''d got the number, she dialed. ¡°Hi Chris, this is Alice from the back of the line. Firstly, don''t you guys up the front think that getting to the station an hour before the rest of us is going to be a bit boring? Why not stop and admire God''s handiwork a bit? And secondly, one of the reasons Evangeline''s being slow today is she didn''t expect the hills to be this steep, so packed for all eventualities. Her bag must weigh in at fifteen kilos plus. Would you feel like being an absolute gentleman and waiting for us to catch up? I expect Simon''s going to be getting tired by then. Really? Well, if you''re sure. See you soon then. Thanks!¡± She disconnected, and told the others. ¡°He said he didn''t like standing around doing nothing, because then his muscles would cool down. So he''s going to run back to us.¡± ¡°Run back?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°He''s young, he''s fit, he''s used to the gravity, and there''s a pretty girl in distress,¡± Alice said, with a smile. ¡°This is so embarrassing.¡± ¡°So, let''s change the subject, if that''s OK?¡± ¡°Very much so,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°Your employer wants you to go to Mars? Why?¡± ¡°Several reasons, one of them was finding out about ... Oops, sorry, what do you call yourselves?¡± ¡°You''re Earthlings, we''re Martians,¡± Evangeline said, with a grin. ¡°Really?¡± Simon asked, surprised. ¡°Yep.¡± ¡°What about people who''ve just got there?¡± Alice asked, guessing there was some period before people could call themselves Martian. ¡°Jits, mainly. Some are Crims, a few are Wannas.¡± ¡°Crim as in criminals?¡± ¡°Yes. Wannas just want to go back home. Jits do things like leave their tent or their screamer at home, which turns them into dead Jits.¡± ¡°Screamer?¡± ¡°Radiation warning.¡± ¡°Oh, right. Can''t a Crim be a Jit too?¡± ¡°Of course. But a Crim doesn''t get so much freedom about how to kill themselves.¡± ¡°And what do you call someone who''s learned to take all the right precautions?¡± ¡°A Bird.¡± ¡°A bird?¡± ¡°Yeah, mythical creature. There aren''t any on Mars. Everyone''s a Jit sometimes, you see. Survive a year and unless you''re not learning, you''re a Martian.¡± ¡°Jit as in Idjit?¡± Simon asked. ¡°You catch on pretty quickly for an Earthling,¡± Evangeline said, her eyes laughing. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°OK, one question my boss wanted me to find out was what news organisation Martians would consider a good and reliable source of news about what''s happening on Mars.¡± Evangeline looked at her in confusion. ¡°I don''t understand.¡± ¡°I''m sure it sounds like a really stupid question,¡± Alice said, meaning to go on. ¡°It sure does, you''re asking which muck-raker is the most reliable? None of them, all of them!¡± ¡°Urm... where would you find out about, say. What some important person had said?¡± ¡°Propaganda, you mean? Their site, if you really wanted to know, but if its important then you''ll hear it soon enough.¡± ¡°Urm. OK... let''s take something I worked on recently.¡± ¡°You''re a muck-raker?¡± ¡°That''s certainly not how I think of it,¡± Alice said, ¡°If you say a muck-raker, to me it means someone who looks for anything they can publish which embarrasses people, without checking if it''s true or not. Whereas an investigative-journalist is someone who looks carefully into what they''re investigating, looking to separate truth from lies, and trying to help people understand the situation, expose errors in propaganda, and so on.¡± ¡°Yeah, that sounds like a muck-raker. Good muck is really valuable, but you don''t want any dross or slivers in it, so you''ve got to rake it carefully.¡± Alice looked at her in surprise. ¡°So... muck-raker is a good term?¡± ¡°Oh yeah.¡± ¡°So what would you call what I call a muck-raker?¡± ¡°Dross-slinger.¡± ¡°The joys of language change,¡± Simon said, with a grin. ¡°Urm. Yes,¡± Alice agreed, ¡°So... can you tell me about how muck-rakers get word out about what they''ve found out?¡± ¡°They blog it.¡± ¡°Blog as in put it on their own site, where someone else might list their favourite songs, or what they thought about the sermon?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°So you can''t actually make a living being a muck-raker?¡± ¡°Sure you can.¡± ¡°How?¡± ¡°Someone likes your blog, they tick the little box based on how much they like it, and you get a gram or five from their account. On it''s own that''s not much, of course, but enough people give you a gram, and you''re knee deep in the good stuff.¡± ¡°You''re talking about a micro-payment system?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°What about news from off-planet?¡± ¡°What about it?¡± ¡°Is there any way for people to learn what''s happening here, or on the moon?¡± ¡°People blog what they hear, for example. There''s a few companies trying to get people to pay per month or year in advance, but that''s a Jit''s way of paying for something.¡± ¡°Your boss is going to be really happy about this, Alice,¡± Simon said. ¡°I know....¡± Alice thought for a while, then said ¡°Evangeline, it strikes me that looking at a whole list of blogs to see if anyone''s got a new article out could take a lot of time.¡± Evangeline nodded ¡°Do you have any system where someone looks at lots of blogs and recommends them to people, maybe with comments or something like that?¡± ¡°Oh, yes, right. Clusterers. I guess they''re like your news channels, but... less in control.¡± ¡°And does the clusterer pay the people who write blogs, or the people who write blogs pay the clusterer, or what happens?¡± ¡°You can just look at cluster, and treat it like a blog, and decide how you like it, but after about ten visits you get asked if you want a fixed rate, so rather than pay-per-visit, you pay every day you visit. That''s usually a good deal.¡± ¡°Hold on... when you visit a blog you always pay?¡± ¡°Not for stuff about people''s kids, or how their cactus is growing, no.¡± ¡°Don''t people ever vote that they don''t like something when they''re just trying to save the money?¡± ¡°No-one''s that stingy, surely?¡± ¡°I don''t know what a gram is worth.¡± ¡°Right now, a gram is one gram of bio-matter. But they''re talking about what to do when plants grow outside. Even lichen is causing concerns, there are some Crims who think they can just scrape it off the rocks. That''s our air they''re stealing.¡± ¡°What would happen to people caught doing it?¡± ¡°They''d lose their pile. Second offence, they''d lose some, maybe all their topsoil too. It''s that bad.¡± ¡°What happens to someone with no topsoil?¡± ¡°They can''t farm, they can''t feed themselves. Maybe someone would let them work their field for a bit, you know, for a feed. I really don''t know. I guess they''d let them take home what they''ve eaten, too.¡± ¡°Take home what they''ve eaten?¡± ¡°Valuable bio-matter,¡± Simon explained, and Alice suddenly realised how... biological this was ending up. ¡°Can I ask, you talked about having accounts...¡± ¡°Yeah, at the processing plant. You don''t want people just dumping on their compost heap, that''s unhygenic, not to mention gross. So... bio-matter dumps are all measured and at the plant they turn it into good stuff, not stink-stuff. Of course the workers get to keep a gram per ten kilos or something like that, I can''t remember exactly, so they do OK out of it. But anyway, most people have a real heap and a virtual heap.¡± ¡°But if people end up growing so much they don''t need all the compost they produce, what does that do to the economy?¡± This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. ¡°Lots and lots of blogs on the subject, I assure you. We''ll probably need to get off the bio-standard entirely.¡± ¡°Probably. Evangeline, is this public knowledge? I mean, I think the average Earthling has no understanding what it must be like even growing a fraction of their own food.¡± ¡°I know. It came as a real shock to me to realise that not only was I not going to get a receipt for a bio-matter dump, but that sometimes I might have to pay to do it.¡± ¡°Lots of education on the way here, I presume?¡± ¡°That would have been good, I got a few hints from asking people, but otherwise I just got things like school text books for civics week, and I could read up on what future-jits were learning on their way out, and try to find out why that was news... but, that left some gaps,¡± she indicated her bag. ¡°So, would you be interested in writing it up? I think I can persuade my boss it''s well worth paying you for.¡± ¡°Urm, you think so?¡± ¡°Absolutely.¡± ¡°I have been writing some of it, actually, to stick on a blog at home, but I guess I could write something for you too. But... how does it work here?¡± ¡°It''s different, very different. I''ll try and explain, And then, if you really want a challenge, you can try and work out some way that blog-writers on Mars can be paid for news-channels here using their stuff,¡± Alice said. ¡°Yeah. I don''t imagine you''ll want to ship kilos of good-stuff to them. And Mars is a net exporter of pretty much everything except comets and people.¡± ¡°How about education, travel, things like that?¡± ¡°Eh?¡± ¡°You''re here to get education, right? It''s costing you or your parents something, I presume.¡± ¡°Yeah. A whole heap of something.¡± ¡°So there must be some official rate of exchange.¡± ¡°There must be. I''ve never seen it though. Actually, I''m wrong, my parent''s had some Earthling money, they''ve paid my trip with that.¡± ¡°But since there''s trade, there must be currency conversion somewhere.¡± ¡°You''d hope so. You''d hope that Mars Corp isn''t just paying us for our labour with the product of our labour they''ve siphoned off.¡± ¡°Would that be even possible?¡± Alice was shocked. ¡°With sufficient self-sufficiency, why not?¡± Simon asked. ¡°If I tell everyone on the planet their labour is worth a credit an hour, and everyone agrees that a credit is a valuable thing...¡± ¡°But the bio-material...¡± ¡°Grows¡± Simon pointed out. ¡°Add light and water and your kilo of biomass becomes a lot of plant. Then take the deposited bio-material. Is what comes back when you make a withdrawal purely biological, or do they add in... what''s the term for smashed rock? Regolith?¡± ¡°That''s the term,¡± Evangeline agreed, ¡°And yes, good-stuff has regolith in it.¡± Alice''s instinct suddenly realised there could easily be a story here, ¡°Right, so, is that just making up for any drying during the processing? If not, what happens to the rest of the biological material? It might be interesting to look up old records, if you can find them, of how much stink-stuff it takes to make a kilo of good-stuff.¡± ¡°Records? Don''t trust them, they can be altered or glitched. I''ll check Grandad''s diaries.¡± ¡°Your grandfather?¡± ¡°He was one of the Firsters. On mum''s side, I''m third-generation.¡± she admitted, quietly. ¡°Doesn''t that make you something like royalty?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yeah, well. Not officially,¡± Evangeline replied, embarrassed. ¡°But don''t tell anyone, OK? It was a bit of a Jit thing to say.¡± ¡°Is that what you''re researching?¡± Simon asked. ¡°You said it was family history.¡± ¡°Urm... if I answer that, it doesn''t go any further, right?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Alice agreed. ¡°I found something in Grandad''s diaries that says Mum and the other direct descendants of the firsters ought to have become active Mars-corp shareholders with majority representation on the board and the like, sixty years after the founding. That was six years ago, and nothing''s changed. That''s the real reason; Mars ought to be fully self-governing within a decade, and there''s not even a Martian voice on the board. I''ve been trying to quietly find out what''s going on, but I''m most of the way through my time here, unless I miss this approach, and I''ve not got very far.¡± ¡°How far have you got?¡± ¡°The original exploration contract is on display at a certain museum. I got the curator to move the little picture of everyone signing it which had been carefully positioned to cover the relevant portion of the contract. It''s in there all right.¡± ¡°Not telling him of your link to it, I hope?¡± ¡°No, I just asked why some of the text was being hidden when there was plenty of space for the photo beside it. He said ''no idea'' and moved it. I got a photo of it. It''s not the same as the version on the net. I''ve also got quite a few Mars-corp histories, authorised or not. There''s no mention of changing the contract, the company being taken over, or anything like that. Oh, in case you''re wondering, I also left my wrist unit firmly off-line, and had make up and dark glasses on, so hopefully no one knows it was me at all.¡± ¡°How did you find out the contract was there?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I didn''t, but I hoped. There were a lot of copies signed, one for each firster, one for their home town museums, one for all the national museums, and so on. I wanted to cover my tracks, so I browsed sites to see who had displays about Mars, and visited a lot of them in increasing distance order from here.¡± ¡°Sounds like a lot of leg work! Keep doing that, if it''s feasible. Don''t stop just because you''ve found what you''re looking for, or you''ll let them know you''ve found it if they''re really tracking you.¡± Alice advised. ¡°I did learn some other things: there was lots of political maneuvering and stuff going on before the contract was signed, that''s why so many copies were made. There have also been quite a few thefts of copies of the contract, always attributed to collectors, so museums don''t advertise when their copy is on display.¡± ¡°And no one''s been caught?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Another thing you should know. Yesterday, I talked to a university professor about some rumours on the moon that dud safety equipment was being certified as good. He mentioned ''underhanded boardroom shenanigans'' at Mars Corp some years back, and promised to get back to me once he''d verified his memory against his records. So, I have a perfect motivation to investigate Mars Corp''s internal structure, history, legal status and the like. I also got a message on Thursday from God, via Simon here, that I''m on the right track for something He wants me to do, as well as a call to come back home from being in denial about God. My guess right now is that we''re not talking about this by accident.¡± ¡°Urm.. Sorry, did you say you''d been denying God?¡± ¡°I went through a seven year phase of pretending to myself God wasn''t real, yes. God has been very patient with me.¡± ¡°And now you''re walking hand in hand with Simon? In just a few days?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I thought...¡± Alice heard flash of resentment there. ¡°You thought Simon was Mr Unobtainable?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± she agreed. ¡°So did he. Simon, I think Evangeline needs to hear more of the message.¡± He nodded. ¡°God told me that Alice needed my help and protection, and to tell her that she was on the right path, and must go along it, but if she took it alone she wouldn''t survive. So yes, feeling all protective of her helped me not be too scared of her.¡± ¡°I told Simon before lunch that it''d be a lot easier if he''d just let me call him my boyfriend, rather than ''this guy I''m going on lots of dates with, who''s expecting to save my life out of obedience to God. We''re mostly dating so that he know how I react, but if we do fall in love then that''s OK.'' I guess Samuel trying to muscle in pushed him over the edge and he actually decided to call me his girlfriend back.¡± ¡°Oh. Samuel again?¡± ¡°He warned you off too?¡± Alice asked. Evangeline nodded. ¡°He''s a bit worrying.¡± ¡°When I was a student, he smooth-talked me into a date, and tried to get me to agree to stroke his pet. Turned out to be a tarantula: a potentially deadly spider about this big.¡± ¡°Sick.¡± ¡°Like Sue said, he''s probably got some issues left to resolve.¡± ¡°Yeah. So... you''re not actually girlfriend-boyfriend?¡± ¡°We''re definitely dating, and definitely interested in seeing where that takes us,¡± Alice said gently. ¡°Oh. Right.¡± ¡°It''s a bit complicated, but we also did a lot of talking ten years ago, but never met face to face. We probably thought we were in love, then I got told I was cursed, went home in tears and found my parents were dead and so I believed it. I told Simon back then he should forget about me, because I didn''t want him hurt too. But we only worked that out after Samuel''s intervention.¡± Alice shrugged. ¡°Anyway, the short public version without miraculous intervention is probably that we bumped into each other when I was visiting the university, got talking and realised we used to be phone-friends.¡± ¡°Which isn''t the whole truth, but it''s a good approximation,¡± Simon agreed. ¡°What about Chris? What''s he like, other than muscular and kind?¡± Alice asked, seeing he''d be with them soon. ¡°He grew up on a farm, and has always wanted to go to Mars.¡± ¡°You''d better tell him about always carrying his tent with him, then.¡± ¡°Please don''t tell him my tent''s in there,¡± Evangeline said, desperately. ¡°I''d die.¡± ¡°Probably not literally, but OK.¡±
[What do you think?] Simon asked her without moving his lips, as Chris greeted Evangeline, picked up her bag and they started chatting.] [I think she wanted confirmation that you weren''t available, or she might have changed her mind about Chris.] [I never knew she felt anything for me.] [Maybe she didn''t, and Samuel often uses you as a ploy. I''m glad she''s resistant.] [Me too. You need to talk to Steve sometime, about him, remember.] [Yes.] [But I wasn''t actually asking about what you thought she was thinking about me, I was thinking about Mars.] [Sounds like a path to me.]
¡°Eva, what have you got in here?¡± Chris had asked, as soon as he picked up the bag. ¡°Lead weights?¡± ¡°Mostly med-kit. All these cliffs, I don''t feel prepared without it. And some extra water. And my purifier in case that runs out.¡± ¡°Any chance I could beg you for some? I probably shouldn''t have run back, I drank all mine.¡± ¡°Jit,¡± she accused with a smile to soften it, handing him a spare flask. ¡°Not a dead Jit yet though.¡± ¡°Not yet. You just wait, some day when I''m not around to get you out of trouble...¡± ¡°Your trip home''s soon, isn''t it?¡± ¡°Might be, doesn''t look like it though. I''ve got an open return.¡± ¡°That''s great!¡± he said. ¡°Is it? Why?¡± ¡°Sorry, selfish of me. I was just thinking, if I don''t want to be a dead Jit, I need to hang around you a lot more.¡± ¡°You''re really going to come to Mars?¡± ¡°As soon as I can. It might take me years to save up for the ticket. But I will.¡± ¡°Why do you want to go so much? You can''t go for nice walks like this any time you feel like it.¡± ¡°Not without your tent, and your med-kit, and everything, I know. Not to mention a breather. But all that vast untamed, uncultivated barren wilderness...¡± Evangeline''s heart leaped. Most Martians didn''t like the wilderness at all, but she did. ¡°Which you hardly ever see, because your compost needs you.¡± She had to point it out, for honesty''s sake. Some of the Wannas thought they''d have a view of wilderness every day, or something. Then a horrible thought occurred to her. ¡°You don''t have relatives there do you?¡± ¡°No yet.¡± ¡°Not yet? Someone else going?¡± ¡°Not as far as I know.¡± ¡°Then what do you mean, not yet?¡± ¡°I''m an optimist. I don''t plan on being a Wanna or a Jit. But I reckon I could cope with being a dad, when the time comes.¡± Evangeline decided she wouldn''t tell him about the invitation system, intended to prevent in-breeding. Not yet, anyway. As a born-martian, she could apply for an off-worlder with no other relations on Mars to join her. ¡°Oh right. You mean, ''not until I find the Martian of my dreams''?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°There''s a site for that sort of thing.¡± she said. ¡°Not surprised. There''s a site for everything. But I''m more for spending time with people face to face.¡± ¡°Good plan, you don''t know what kind of basket-case would put themselves on that sort of site.¡± ¡°Single, lonely, unable to form lasting friendships...¡± ¡°Is that a description of yourself?¡± ¡°I hope not.¡± ¡°Good, I''d hate to have some guy who can''t form a lasting friendship hanging round me.¡±
¡°Alice?¡± ¡°Yes, Evangeline?¡± ¡°You''re really going to rake some muck for me?¡± ¡°No. I''m going to do it for me. Nothing like a little hint of big corruptions doing the dirty on the little people to get me all enthusiastic about getting up in the morning.¡± ¡°What''s this?¡± Chris asked. ¡°A bit of a mystery connected to Mars Corp. Best looked at from this end, I think,¡± Alice replied. ¡°Mars Corp are corrupt?¡± Chris was worried. ¡°Not all of it,¡± Evangeline said ¡°But... well, there are some inconsistencies between what was promised to the firsters and present reality.¡± ¡°They took an enormous gamble, didn''t they? Sad they didn''t make it,¡± Chris said. ¡°Lots didn''t make it through those first few orbits. But most survived, had kids even. I know a couple.¡± ¡°Really? I''d heard none did!¡± ¡°Interesting¡± Alice said, ¡°Any idea where and when you heard that?¡± ¡°A couple of years ago, in connection with the anniversary. They spoke as though it was common knowledge. Want me to look it up?¡± ¡°Please,¡± Alice said.
Chris''s initial search was a bit of a flop. It was a press release and simply said ''Of course, since there aren''t any living descendants of the first colonists, they won''t be represented at the United Nations celebration of the colonisation of Mars.'' Evangeline was not very impressed. ¡°I''ve found an earlier release, Alice.¡± Chris reported. ¡°I think Eva might not like it.¡± ¡°OK. Evangeline, why don''t you stick your fingers in your ears, so you don''t feel tempted to swear.¡± ¡°I never swear.¡± Evangeline reported, but still complied, and even went a little way off so she wouldn''t have to listen to the lies. Chris reported in a whisper, ¡°''Mars Corp carried out an extensive search of its records ten ago and located no living descendants of the first group of Mars colonists. Since that time, no-one has come forward to claim such descent. We regretfully conclude that though the first colonists will live on in the memories of the colony, and their pioneering spirit will be honoured, their genes are no are no longer on Mars.'' It''s from about eight years ago.¡± Alice beckoned Evangeline over, ¡°Evangeline, can you tell me about record keeping on Mars?¡± ¡°Record keeping?¡± ¡°Births, deaths, marriages.¡± ¡°Oh. We''re a bit informal. For the first fifteen, twenty years, everyone knew everyone, and there were so many computer glitches with power outages and storms that it was all kept on paper. After that, Mars Corp tried to get a bit more organised, and people could register births and deaths if they wanted to, but paper''s still king. Marriages are recorded by churches, but Mars Corp decided it wasn''t going to define marriage, only changes of name on claims. That''s all they care about, really.¡± ¡°So Mars Corp have some records, but not all?¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± Evangeline replied ¡°Oh no... they only checked their own records? What sort of Jit idea was that?¡± ¡°Wouldn''t the claim records show things?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Naah. To register after a death you show your paper-work to the council, and then they just write in the new name on the claim record.¡± ¡°What happens when there are several people with the same name?¡± ¡°They bring in the neighbours who say ''Of course that''s his son, no he had another but he died, poor lad, can I go now?'' But that''s not done by Mars Corp anyway, they just get the instructions from the council.¡± ¡°So, Mars Corp records are not a good way to search for people?¡± ¡°New arrivals? I''d guess they know who you are. Second Gen? Maybe half. Third? You''ve gotta be joking.¡± she grinned and sung a line from a song: ¡°''Regist''rin''s a Jit thing to do.''¡± Then she turned pale. ¡°What if it''s true?¡± ¡°What?¡± Alice asked. ¡°That song has been around a long time, before I was born. There''s this singer, Scaredy Jim, a real loaner, a seconder. He''ll wander into a dome, buy stuff, sell stuff, sing songs, get stuff in return, go back to one of his claims. It was one of his earliest.¡± ¡°What did the song say?¡± ¡°It goes like this, ''Firsters die too easily, seconders the same, safety''s in the paperwork, better t'' change yer name. Someone doesn''t like us, pass the word around, when they come a looking, better not be found. Regist''rin''s a Jit thing to do.'' There were other verses, saying that paper records are best, don''t trust the corporation.¡± ¡°You sing beautifully,¡± Chris said, making her blush. ¡°He''s saying that there was someone picking off firsters?¡± Alice was shocked. ¡°And seconders,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°Rumours abound, dud life support spares, that sort of thing. Nothing''s ever been proven.¡± ¡°What are seconders? Second wave?¡± Chris asked. Evangeline shook her head. ¡°Second wave are just early first Gen. Seconders are firster''s kids.¡± ¡°And he saw a link between getting onto Mars Corp''s system and accidental deaths?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°What happened to him?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Still around, last I heard, still singing. Popular, recognised, anything unlikely happens to him there''d probably be a riot.¡± ¡°So Mars Corp saying ''no one''s come forward and claimed descent from a firster'', could be a result of his singing?¡± ¡°Yeah. And it''s all just a nasty rumour that that mortality rates among seconders dropped when they stopped registering.¡± ¡°But is it true?¡± ¡°I don''t know. Mars is dangerous. But... the Corp''s got a lot of muscle. Some things it does really well. Others? I''ll pass.¡± ¡°I guess if you''re singing his songs, you''re not registered,¡± Chris said. ¡°Shh. Don''t tell anyone,¡± Evangeline replied. ¡°But do you really think there are assassins wandering Mars?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Who knows? But someone I know once hacked into the Corp''s computers and got their records. He or she plotted claim size against mortality rate. The rate''s pretty boring until you get to bigger than average claims.¡± ¡°But big claims might be from riskier behaviours, or health,¡± Chris said, ¡°Big claims mean being born on Mars, don''t they? Maybe that''s just not healthy?¡± ¡°I asked that. Same effect if you only look at second gen people. And it''s a healthy place to be born. It might just be that you''re further from others, or travelling more if you''ve got a bigger claim. It might be that power''s less reliable, but I doubt it. One of the things Mars Corp does really well is power.¡± ¡°How do people get claims?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Being born, inheritance, coming, coming after paying your own way or by invitation, helping others like a good citizen in times of trouble, solving crimes, useful discoveries, all sorts of things.¡± ¡°What do you mean, coming by invitation?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Oh, there''s a few categories. University lecturers, for instance, assuming they stay.¡± ¡°Oh, right! Is there, like, a list of openings?¡± Chris asked hopefully. ¡°Published many research papers, yet?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Ah, no.¡± ¡°And when you get a claim, that''s just some random spot on the map?¡± Alice asked. ¡°No, you can choose. Some people have a number of places, and then hope to grow them bit by bit, others just have one place. You can trade too, hand in your claim to the pool and get somewhere else instead. That''s handy when people marry, for instance, if they''ve only got a small claim, then they can make something bigger. Some people want a claim by a road, as a trading post, others go for good land or even good views.¡± ¡°So, you''ve got a claim somewhere? Where?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Rude to ask,¡± Evangeline replied. ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°What are you actually able to do with a claim?¡± Simon asked. ¡°I mean, is it just for the future?¡± ¡°Oh, you can build on it if you''ve got the materials, put up a dome, or a complex even. You can seed it with lichen spores, which helps break up the regolith, or mix in left-over compost to improve it that way. But you don''t want to do any of that if you think you''re going to swap or sell it.¡± ¡°I thought that only Mars-corp had domes,¡± Chris said. ¡°They own the big ones most people think of, but no, there are loads of private domes, practically every family has one or more. ¡± ¡°Is it rude to ask about your family dome?¡± ¡°Domes.¡± she corrected, with a smile. ¡°We''ve got one complex in Valles Marinaris, just like everyone who''s sane, and another one in the Hellas basin, because that''s even lower. Dad''s tried a few plants outside there, they''re not happy, but they''re not dead yet either. See, evidence!¡± She showed them a picture of herself, wearing a breather, beside some plants. ¡°What does a complex mean?¡± Simon asked. ¡°It means that you can really live there: house-dome plus one or more farm domes. A simplex would be one or the other, probably a farm dome.¡± ¡°I''ve just realised something,¡± Chris said, looking at Evangeline''s long dark hair with new eyes. ¡°What''s that?¡± ¡°Your beautiful hair, it didn''t grow in a few months.¡± ¡°Oh. I''ve been planning to visit Earth for ages. I didn''t want to stick out like a sore thumb.¡± ¡°But you don''t mind sticking out at home?¡± ¡°I''m not first-gen, Chris, and my parents aren''t Jits. I''m allowed to have long hair. If you notice, I''m not minding my heap either. It''s quite capable of looking after itself.¡± ¡°But I thought...¡± ¡°You thought every heap needed constant care and attention?¡± ¡°Urm, yeah.¡± ¡°Depends on how big it is, how long-established, how much compost you''re taking out of it. That''s the biggest trick, of course. Mix it up regularly and stop taking out the good stuff as long as you can.¡± ¡°But you need bio-matter for the topsoil,¡± Chris protested. ¡°Yeah. That helps too.¡± ¡°What does?¡± ¡°Mixing in proven topsoil.¡± Chris''s head was spinning. ¡°Eva... you''ve got proven topsoil you mix back into your heap? I thought that was an firster thing?¡± ¡°Early years first-gen or firster? OK, there''s differences in initial claim sizes, but there''s not that much age difference, and the firsters were pretty happy to see some new faces, from what I hear. It''s an experience thing, you grow fast-growing stuff for biomass. You dig it up, mash it, don''t take the soil off the roots, put that in too, mix really well, aerate, water it carefully. Does wonders for the heap. And never take more than half your heap, and never put the stuff you get from the processing plant on your real heap, and if you can avoid it, don''t use it pure either.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°It''s ready for your topsoil, but it''s sterilised. If you can, just use it as currency.¡± ¡°Wow.¡± Chris exclaimed. ¡°I really want to hang around you a lot, Eva.¡± ¡°Just for the free advice?¡± Alice chipped in. ¡°Some girls might might feel used like that.¡± Chris had the grace to be embarrassed. ¡°Can we talk, Eva?¡± ¡°What have we been doing?¡± ¡°Chatting in company.¡± ¡°Oh. You mean can we talk, as in you carrying my med-kit sort of talk?¡± ¡°I''m not quite sure what that means, but possibly.¡± ¡°So... How far are you planning to carry it?¡± ¡°As long as you''ll let me... Olympus Mons?¡± ¡°Do you know what you''ve just said?¡± she asked coldly, and strode away quickly. Walking someone to Olympus Mons meant leaving them high and dry and feeling as useless as the soil and the atmosphere were up there. Or dead, sometimes. ¡°Probably not what I wanted to. Sorry.¡± fifty steps further on he caught up and asked ¡°So what would have been a good answer?¡± ¡°Depends what you wanted to say, doesn''t it?¡± Chris glanced at Alice and Simon, who had continued to walk at their previous pace. ¡°I wanted to say that I like you a lot, have done for months, and I don''t just want to spend time with you because of what you know or who you know. But.... I just don''t see how I''m going to get to Mars quickly with a reasonable claim, and I don''t want to make you stay here another four or six years, and I don''t see it working out. But I still want to find you amongst the million plus there when I do get there, just in case, you know, you haven''t found anyone else.¡± ¡°And you worked all that our today?¡± ¡°No. Months ago. That''s why... I don''t know, it just can''t work, can it?¡± ¡°Jit!¡± She said, accusingly. ¡°What did I do now?¡± ¡°Knew you were in trouble and didn''t ask an expert for help.¡± ¡°Oh. Please, Eva, what should I do?¡± ¡°First, you ought to ask a very important question.¡± ¡°Eva, what do you think of me?¡± ¡°Put my bag down,¡± she said, softly. ¡°OK.¡± ¡°Right, now open it,¡± she said in the same tone, ¡°and tell me what you see.¡± ¡°Urm. Bottle, some kind of heavy fabric, med kit, I guess the thing with the pipe is your purifier?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And...¡± he looked at a box with a dial on it. ¡°Is that a radiation detector?¡± ¡°I can be a Jit too. Lived on this lump of wet rock for over a year and never asked why no one was worried about solar storms. Now you can pick up my bag again, Chris. Assuming you want to.¡± ¡°I''ve just seen something really really significant and not recognised it, haven''t I?¡± ¡°Probably.¡± ¡°And somehow it answers my question?¡± ¡°Correct.¡± ¡°And this is a kind of test?¡± ¡°You could think of it as that. Or as a reply.¡± ¡°I''m guessing that there''s something in this bag that you wouldn''t let just anyone carry, and if you''re letting me carry it then it''s significant.¡± ¡°You''re catching on,¡± Evangeline said, as Simon and Alice caught up. ¡°Everything all right?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yes.¡± Evangeline didn''t take her eyes off Chris. ¡°We''ll just walk on then, shall we?¡± ¡°I think so, yes.¡± ¡°Well, you know what you''re doing,¡± Simon said. ¡°I don''t,¡± Chris said. ¡°Eva, am I allowed to ask you or even Simon and Alice for a hint or something?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°I don''t understand how I should react, because I don''t know what it signifies. I don''t know if you''re trusting me with something important or treating me like scum.¡± ¡°Oh, all right then, I won''t make you decide now,¡± Eva said, reaching for the bag. Chris snatched it up. ¡°I''m not having you wearing yourself out, Eva.¡± ¡°Even when you don''t know what it signifies?¡± ¡°I''ll take the risk. If it''s another insult to you, I''m really really sorry. If it''s an insult to me, fine, we know I''m a Jit anyway, you can make fun of me all you like. I''ll still carry it as long as you let me.¡± ¡°O.K. Simon, Alice, do you want to go first or second? I need to educate my risk-taker here.¡± ¡°You go first, but when you''re into general stuff, can you let us back in?¡± Alice smiled at Simon, ¡°Assuming we get the invitations that have been waved under our noses, we''re planning on taking a risk too.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 7: Journey home

Visual effects / Ch. 7:Journey home

Late afternoon, Saturday May 14th 2270 ¡°You said it though, and you picked it up, saying you''d take the risk.¡± Evangeline pointed out. ¡°I know,¡± Chris admitted ¡°I''m not regretting it, it just comes as a shock that you''d even offer.¡± ¡°Risk takers the both of us. If you remember, you''d just said you''d like us to be together, so I wasn''t offering, I was accepting. But it''s all right, Chris, I wont hold you to it.¡± His eyes drank in her face, her expression. ¡°We''ll need a ring. Mum''s going to yell blue murder if I don''t give you a ring before we make any announcements.¡± That earned him a kiss.
¡°How do you get accidentally engaged?¡± Steve asked. ¡°Taking risks in cross-cultural communication,¡± Evangeline replied, with a smile. ¡°Engagement is a pretty serious step to be made accidentally.¡± Steve persisted. ¡°I think we''re aware of that. But me coming to Earth was a pretty big risk, Chris aiming for Mars is another big risk. Chris declared that he really wished it could work out between us but didn''t see how it could, because of how long it would take him to afford a ticket, then asked me what I thought of him.¡± ¡°And you had been thinking of him?¡± ¡°I had. He''d been carrying my tent and my screamer ¡ª my radiation monitor ¡ª on his back. I now know they''re not needed, but still... If you gave me the choice of going naked but having my tent and screamer or having my clothes but not? I''d choose the tent. Letting him carry them, even unknowing... where I come from, that means I''m trusting him with my life, Steve. When he asked me what I thought of him, I let him see what he was carrying. He refused to let me pick it up. He didn''t know what it signified, but he knew it was important.¡± ¡°Eva''s told me that the only time you''d deliberately carry someone else''s tent is if they''re family or really really sick. By picking it up, I was saying she was family.¡± ¡°He picked up my life, and I didn''t mind,¡± Evangeline said, simply. ¡°I then explained what he''d done, offered him the chance to back out of it and you''ll notice he''s still hugging my bag.¡± ¡°But... what about his ticket?¡± Steve asked. ¡°You''re going to wait for him while he earns enough for the flight?¡± ¡°No,¡± Evangeline replied. ¡°You''re going to stay that long?¡± ¡°I don''t need to. I''m going to carry on my research, and when I''m ready to leave, I''m going to take him with me.¡± ¡°Your parents have that much money?¡± She shook her head. ¡°It''s an old Mars law. I''m Mars-born and turned eighteen a while ago. I, and all the people who turn eighteen before that fateful day when the population hits a million have the right to invite a spouse from anywhere in the solar system to Mars. Mars Corp foots the transport bill, but I equip him, train him up, and provide shelter. "Plus he doesn''t even count towards the immigration quota, so all it really costs Mars Corp is the fuel to carry him and his cargo quota, and they do like beating the immigration quota.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Maybe it makes them feel more important. We''ve had more births than immigrants on Mars for ages, since before Dad arrived, even. Now the immigration is only a bit over a quarter of the birth-rate. Mars Corp is dreaming of the day when they''re transporting over the birth rate again, but that''ll only happen when Mars-corp can stop farming in their big domes, and house people there instead.¡± ¡°Why can''t they build more big domes?¡± ¡°They do. But the crims can only farm there, and a lot of first-gens don''t feel safe anywhere else, even if living in a big dome means you do a whole heap of community service ¡ª mostly building new domes ¡ª so they can barely keep up with demand.¡± ¡°So extra invitations mean additional population helping towards taming the planet, and you don''t stress their systems at all?¡± Steve asked. ¡°Exactly. And if the girl or boy issuing the invite had been living in a big dome, then issuing the invite means they''re not any more. So Mars Corp actually gains an extra space in the big dome.¡± ¡°Why will the offer expire when the population hits a million, then?¡± Steve was confused. ¡°Because this relieves the pressure of emigrants a bit. It means that people like Chris can get to Mars quicker and skip the queue. My guess is they want there to be a big rush when farming outside starts to be possible, so that it seems a really popular move and more get attracted. Return on investment, I think it''s called.¡± ¡°Cynic,¡± Chris accused. ¡°Mars Corp are good at transport, power, bio-mass processing. That doesn''t mean I''d really trust them to be working for the good of my planet. Real cynics would say that we''re being paid with what we make ourselves to do work to make Mars Corp''s shareholding governments richer. In other words, we''re all in a sort of voluntary serfdom.¡± ¡°Evangeline, what you were saying about the firsters and seconders feeling threatened. How might that feed into this?¡± ¡°What''s this?¡± Steve asked. ¡°People with big claims seem to die a little more often than they should. The biggest claims of all belong to the firsters and their descendants. I''m not at all sure what Mars Corp''s shareholders or board members would gain from that, I mean, the planet''s supposed to be well on its way to independence in a few years,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°It is?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Yes. Seventy five years after founding, the monopoly of Mars Corp is ended and the people, through the Martian council, get sovereignty.¡± ¡°Says who?¡± ¡°Urm, everyone on Mars? And the contract with the firsters, for instance.¡± ¡°Who they''ve decided are all dead.¡± Waves of cold started in Chris''s chest and made the hairs on his arms and legs stand on end. ¡°We don''t hear very much about life on Mars, but I''m pretty certain I''ve not heard anything about sovereignty or the ending of Mars Corp''s monopoly,¡± Steve said. ¡°I think Alice might want to know this line of thought.¡± Evangeline said.
11 A.M. Tuesday, May 17th, International News ¡°I think I might well have a lead on the life-support story,¡± Alice said, ¡°But if so, it''s massive and we''re approaching it from the wrong end.¡± ¡°I''m all ears.¡± Ed, her editor said. ¡°Martian independence. Ever heard of it?¡± ¡°No, is it some kind of new terrorist cell?¡± ¡°Nope. Look at this paragraph.¡± ¡°This is from the colonisation contract?¡± ¡°Yes. Only Mars Corp haven''t had that last bit on their wall for the past fifty years. I''ve found an old photo in our archives with that full text on there, then it looks like they renovated the office and for a few years the plaque was missing. Then it was replaced and that wasn''t there. ¡°Apparently the colonists are all looking forwards to independence in 2279, seventy five years after founding. No one''s told them Mars Corp have cancelled the party.¡± ¡°What''s this got to do with the life-support systems?¡± ¡°I looked at that list of three names that Whit Holder came up with. There have been a number of life-support-related deaths of first colonists and their direct descendants on Mars. The names on Whit''s list are among the list of guys who could have shouted ''Our parents paid for our independence with their blood, give us what you promised!''. ¡°Except they''re all dead.¡± ¡°Nope. I had an interesting conversation over the weekend with someone who knows. Mars Corp does not have complete records, and never did. Births, deaths and marriages are handled locally, on paper. Computer records were getting scrambled too often. Also, those suspicious deaths made it into the popular culture. Those names from the moon were on Mars Corp''s register. People can register with Mars Corp, but there''s no incentive to, and lots don''t. Mars Corp know that, their total list of registrations is only about seven hundred thousand, but they''ve regularly quoted the Mars council''s numbers of how many Martians there are.¡± ¡°What''s the motivation for this?¡± ¡°Like it says on that contract, the hundred first wave colonists got a fifty-one percent share of Mars Corp votes between them, turning active after sixty years. The votes are inheritable by direct bloodline, and it''s a last-man-standing scheme. So those alive ought to have a majority vote already. But if there are no first colonists or direct descendants, not only do Martians not get to vote, but the independence clause can be deemed invalid, since there are no other beneficiaries, at least none named and it looks pretty carefully worded to me. That means no end for the monopoly over the Martians'' trade, and if you look at the way the economy works, its got a number of unsavory aspects.¡± ¡°What sort of aspects?¡± ¡°The currency is biological material, administered by Mars Corp, processed by Mars Corp, measured by Mars Corp, and then actually diluted with regolith by Mars Corp if you make a withdrawal. Because it''s thought of as compost, not money, no one actually expects it to earn interest, but Mars Corp is able to charge people for processing it, and thus fund their whole Mars-side operation from people''s deposits.¡± ¡°Why do people make deposits, then? I don''t get it.¡± ¡°Because, sorry to ruin your lunch, but we''re talking basic biological needs here.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± Alice sighed, he wasn''t getting it any more than she had. ¡°Ed, the money''s processed faeces. Shit if you prefer that for the headlines. Biological waste is needed to make the planet fertile, and Mars Corp run the sewerage plants. Miners, factory workers, journalists, everyone, work for sterile biological material. Where does Mars Corp get it from? Their on-planet propaganda say they''re shipping in extra from here, but I expect they''re skimming at least part off people''s deposits. If you look at the manifests from their shipping you see plant matter, but that''s mainly seeds. They extract millions in terms of raw and finished produce from the planet, and all they need to do is keep the comets coming and the lights on.¡± ¡°And transport the extra people.¡± ¡°The birthrate on Mars overtook immigration a generation ago. Those people are just extra serfs to feed the machine.¡± A low whistle escaped Ed''s lips. ¡°You forgot something. They need to keep the propaganda going.¡± ¡°That too. I''ve put a number of freedom of information requests to the government, about what cost or benefit the country gets from its shareholding in Mars Corp, that sort of thing. I might even be able to get a complete copy of Mars Corp''s audited accounts, but I doubt it somehow.¡± ¡°Best of luck.¡± ¡°Did you get copied on Whit Holder''s message to me?¡± ¡°Yes. You''re thinking of accepting?¡± ¡°I think so. One of the obvious lacks he points out is Martians aren''t getting news from Earth and us Earthlings aren''t getting news from Mars. My source pointed out why, too.¡± Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. ¡°Do tell.¡± ¡°Fundamentally different economic model. Journalists there are paid by micropayments on a per-read basis, based on how happy or disappointed people are with your article. You want to find a paper? Tough, there isn''t one. There are people who do aggregation services, but again they''re only paid per-hit.¡± ¡°What a way to make a living!¡± ¡°The thing is... I think its not a living, not really. People live from their farming. Cash is a way of getting extras, or buying goods and services, but as far as I''ve heard, the only ones who buy their food are off-worlders, for Earth money.¡± ¡°What is the exchange rate?¡± ¡°None known.¡± ¡°What?¡± Ed exclaimed. ¡°See what I mean about it being a society of serfs? The money''s not accepted off-planet, all you can do is have a bank account on Earth, and sell spare food. Getting off planet means you pay in Earth-money too.¡± ¡°That''s going to simplify your contract, I guess, we''ll just keep on paying you here, shall we?¡± ¡°Please. But I''ll have to farm too, eating that way is expensive. I didn''t understand, when I first heard it, but there''s apparently a whole class of people who hang around, wanting to come home to Earth, but unable to afford the trip.¡± ¡°What do they do?¡± ¡°Farm half-heartedly, wait for this time of the cycle when the trip is cheaper, get their relatives to buy them a ticket, anything to earn a little Earth cash. Some even sell a kidney or half their liver.¡± ¡°Ouch.¡± ¡°Outbound trips are subsidised. Trips back are not. If I''m right, you can see why.¡± ¡°You''re serious about going?¡± ¡°I think so, yes. It feels right. There are plenty of people here who can dig into this further, at this end. What I want to do is see it through, and resolve it. The resolution needs to come from this end, but it needs feeding from the other end too. For politicians and courts to take it seriously, that means someone with a reputation, and the backing of a proper news organisation, talking to descendants of the first colonists.¡± ¡°You think they''re going to talk to you?¡± ¡°I hope so. I have no reputation there of course, but I do have a source.¡± ¡°You always have a source,¡± Ed said. ¡°Hmm. To you, I''ll admit there have been times I cheated, but I''ve really got one this time. God''s been very good to me.¡± ¡°I thought you didn''t believe in God?¡± ¡°I got told on Thursday that God believed in me, though, and that I needed to stop lying to myself and everyone else.¡± ¡°Alice, you''re saying you''ve always believed in God?¡± Ed couldn''t believe his ears. ¡°Ed, some of this is private, OK? I trusted in God from when I was about ten until my parents got killed a decade ago. That hit me harder than it should have, because of the circumstances, which were I''d just been told I was listening to demons and bringing a curse on people. At university, I decided I''d rather disbelieve in God than believe in curses. On Thursday I got stopped and told I''d never been cursed. So... ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven. I sang that at Church yesterday, and I felt it was very apt.¡± ¡°Praise God!¡± ¡°I have been, don''t worry. Oh, by the way...¡± ¡°Not another bombshell?¡± ¡°Little one. I want to do a follow-up on the corrupt mission leader piece. Try to undo some of the damage I did. I''m not sure how I''ll have time, but I''d like to do it. There were too many personal biases in the original one. I should have looked at transparency in secular charities too, and at secular giving, not just giving to mission agencies.¡± ¡°Interesting idea, but no.¡± ¡°No?¡± Alice was surprised. ¡°No. Jim''s already working on something related, if you get involved it''ll end up treading on his toes. I wanted to give you some editorial practice if you''re going to be our branch editor on Mars, this sounds like a perfect task. "Let him interview you if you like and eat humble pie about your biases, and talk to him about your ideas too, there''s always a chance they''re good.¡± Alice stuck her tongue out at him for that, ¡°I''m going to be peering over your shoulder, but you''ll edit it.¡± ¡°What''s Jim going to think about that?¡± ¡°That he''s wanted to make you squirm since you put so much venom into that piece, probably.¡± ¡°I meant about the editing.¡± ¡°If you try to cut out the most embarrassing bits of your interview, you''re not the person I think you are, and you''re going to earn yourself a rap across the knuckles.¡± ¡°Fair enough. I guess I ought to introduce him to Sue, too.¡± ¡°Who''s Sue?¡± ¡°The woman who featured in footage I used while I was pouring on the venom, and who just happens to be the sister of the man who delivered God''s message to me. He wasn''t best pleased with me when he worked out who I was. But Simon''s as forgiving as his sister when I repented in dust and ashes. Since God''s got a sense of humour, Simon is now also known as my, shock-horror exclamations of amazement, boyfriend.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Cub''s honour. He''s just talking to Mars university about accepting a post there, and what that would mean for his current research grant.¡± ¡°So, what''s he like?¡± ¡°Isn''t this straying rather far from work?¡± ¡°Not if he''s your source too.¡± ¡°Nope. She''s a Martian I got talking to. I''m seriously running out of fingers to count the number of coincidences that have happened to me in the last few days, Ed. It''s pretty clear to me at least that God''s got plans for me.¡± ¡°What do you think about that?¡± ¡°I''ve done the whole Jonah running from God bit, Ed. Off to Nineveh I go.¡± ¡°You''d better go call Jim in then, before you go off in your fiery chariot.¡± ¡°Yeah. I just wish I didn''t get motion sickness.¡± ¡°You''re joking!¡± ¡°Yes, praise God.¡±
¡°Jim, Ed says you''re going to interview me,¡± Alice said. ¡°I am?¡± ¡°Yes. All about how I feel about presenting biased data.¡± ¡°Err, how do you feel?¡± Jim asked. ¡°Guilty, but forgiven. But first I need to drag you into Ed''s office.¡± ¡°Alice, are you all right?¡± his concern was evident. ¡°I''ve not been better in a long time, Jim. Come on, wrongs to right, captives to free, and so on.¡± ¡°You are in a very unusual mood, I don''t think I''ve seen you like this before.¡± ¡°Jim, God, as I hope you know, is good. Awesome, in fact. He''s wiped away my tears, told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and believing lies, and called me back home after ten years of being a prodigal daughter. Of course you''ve not seen me like this. Now, come along to Ed the Ed''s office. By the way, I''m also falling in love with a physicist who has views about philosophers.¡± ¡°I expect they''re not complimentary.¡± Jim, M.Phil in philosophy answered philosophically. ¡°You got it badly wrong with the cat, apparently. He seems to think you ought to be more concerned with reality, and less with confusing people and torturing cute furry animals.¡± ¡°It''s all a plot, you realise?¡± ¡°It is?¡± ¡°Yes. They were all set to take over the world in the twenty-first century but we knocked them back a bit with the age of chaos.¡± ¡°Errr, you''re referring to the AhhCuteKittylypse?¡± ¡°Yes. Now they''re infiltrating subatomic physics, all in an effort to avoid ever being caged again. Congratulations on your return to sanity, by the way.¡± ¡°You''re weird. Don''t congratulate me, it wasn''t my idea. Praise God, instead.¡± ¡°Amen.¡±
Wednesday 17th May ¡°Alice, you did a piece on Christian Missions a few years ago. Are you proud of it?¡± Jim asked her as the camera rolled. ¡°No, I''m not.¡± ¡°You were investigating a case of corruption. Do you agree that you digressed onto an entirely unrelated area?¡± ¡°No, not entirely unrelated. If donors had been more attentive, more involved, then my feeling is some of the abuse would have been preventable. But I was wrong to single out missionaries as propagating that state of affairs, and I was also wrong to use the footage that I did. The woman in the footage never received a penny from the appeal she was promoting, her income derives from specific giving.¡± ¡°You knew this at the time?¡± ¡°I didn''t care one way or the other at the time. I was quite simply fed up with Christians back then, and I let it influence the research I commissioned for the piece.¡± ¡°Could you tell me about that research, and how the bias crept in?¡± ¡°Yes. I set two questions, and specified that they should be directed to people who have given to Christian missions in the previous year. I asked about the donor''s faith, and whether they''d knew how their donation was used. What I found was that the Christians largely hadn''t found out anything, and a significant portion of the non-Christians had. What I failed to take into consideration was that a non-Christian might be more naturally suspicious of an overtly Christian organisation, and I should have contrasted it with a survey that asked about donations to openly secular charities, and also about levels of trust, regularity of giving, and so on. I also failed to account for the fact that most Christian missions are very open about where their money goes, so finding out is easy, whereas secular charities are considerably harder to research. I presume this is at least in part because of staffing costs,¡± ¡°Staffing costs? I thought that charity workers were funded similarly to missionaries, or were volunteers.¡± ¡°Some are volunteers, yes, some are individually supported, yes. But all? If you consider all of the behind-the-scenes jobs that both demand a full time worker and are without that ''he''s going to somewhere dangerous'' appeal to sponsors, I would be quite surprised if all those in such posts had a hundred people who were supporting them in that work in the way that most missionaries do.¡± ¡°Have you tried to find out?¡± ¡°Not very hard. This morning I spent about half an hour looking into one charity I picked at random. I found nothing on the net, and apart from a few people who were volunteers, whoever I talked to, I very quickly found I was being referred to their public relations site which had lots about the good causes they were working towards and nothing about how much of a donation would go towards publicity, administration, and staffing costs. I then looked for the audited accounts of the charity, and found that they were not broken down into the categories I was looking for, but they did have categories for ''consultant fees'', ''subcontractors'' and ''indirect costs'' which were a significant portion of the charity''s cashflow.¡± ¡°External consultants are surely an important part of planning any new project.¡± ¡°Yes, but as I''d spoken to someone who referred to herself as an enquiries consultant, I couldn''t be sure. As I said, there is a distinct lack of transparency. Based on the international transparency scale, the secular charity I picked is not the worst by any means, but it came out with a score of seventy. The mission agency that we were discussing earlier had a higher score than that at the time of my original report, now they have reached a score of ninety-nine out of a hundred. That last point is beyond their control.¡± ¡°In what way is it beyond their control?¡± ¡°To earn that last point, more than twenty percent of individual funders need to look at their audited accounts each year.¡± ¡°And people aren''t interested?¡± ¡°They might be, but the term ''individual funders'' is a little complicated. If a Sunday school class with a thirty members gives to support the mission, then according to the international standards, that means thirty individual funders, but if the teacher checks the accounts, that only counts as a single funder checking the accounts. The same goes for churches.¡± ¡°I''m amazed anyone gets that one percent.¡± ¡°I''m not sure anyone ever has. Also, with their accounts on the network, the only way to find out would be for them to spend time, effort and money on a survey. It''s there to remind the rest of us that we play our part in transparency too.¡± ¡°Going back to what you said earlier, you said you were fed up with Christians at the time. Why?¡± ¡°That''s getting a bit personal, isn''t it? I was fed up with Christians because I had a lovely childhood and was part of a good church, but then my happy world fell apart and I eventually got mostly convinced God didn''t exist. Every time I heard Christians talking it reminded me of my happier days and that personal pain.¡± ¡°You''re using the past tense.¡± ¡°Yes. Recently God intervened in my life, forcing me to rethink things. I found that I could now understand more of what happened during that time, and was able to separate what happened, what was truth and what was lies better than I had as a teenager.¡± ¡°So do you think your different attitude to your earlier report stems from your recent religious experience?¡± ¡°No. I''ve been ashamed of that report for years. I think the facts and accounts ought to speak for themselves, if only people would be bothered to check up on them.¡± ¡°I think you''re suggesting that evil prospers when the good don''t bother to notice or respond, would you agree?¡± ¡°You''ve heard me say it often enough.¡± ¡°So in the context of your report, what should the good have done?¡± ¡°Ooof, I deserved that didn''t I? I think the good viewers should have checked up on the facts. If they had, they''d have discovered that although there was some truth behind what I said, it wasn''t the whole truth.¡± ¡°I was more thinking about those you accused of being hypocrites perpetuating a corrupt system.¡± ¡°I believe my words were that they perpetuated a system where people give to salve their consciences rather than the system being corrupt. I don''t think the system is corrupt, but I do think that people ought to care what''s done with their giving, and that it goes to the good cause it was given to support. The accusation of hypocrisy is worse, and one I''m particularly ashamed of. It was unfair, unjust, and unmerited, and I apologise to anyone affected by it. "On the other hand, it is fairly easily countered, by the transparent systems that most agencies operate. I''m yet to meet anyone who believed what I said was the literal truth.¡± ¡°If you did, what would you say to them, now?¡± ¡°I''d probably ask what bad experiences they have had that makes them want to believe what most sensible people consider at best a gross exaggeration, and at worst an sign that I''m an enemy of the Christian faith.¡± ¡°How did you get it past the editor?¡± ¡°He told me that I''d earn enemies, probably regret it the rest of my life, it was below me, and didn''t I want to take it out? I replied that I didn''t care what people think about me, that was the way I saw it, and taking it out would just be pandering to his personal ideology.¡± ¡°Ah. And once you''d raised that issue he didn''t want to raise his objections further?¡± ¡°I guess not.¡± ¡°And was that true? That you don''t care what people think about you?¡± ¡°Hmm. Good question. I think everyone likes to be liked, but for me that''s no excuse to hide the truth. I''m just sad that I said it in that particular context, where what I wanted to say wasn''t truth but was a distortion. I don''t want to repeat that, and I think in the past couple of years I''ve listened to criticism much more carefully.¡± ¡°I''d tend to agree, yes. What advice would you have for other investigative journalists?¡± ¡°I''d say, uncover the truth, and as much as possible, let it speak for itself. But also uncover the truth about your motivations. Is any part of it an important issue for you, personally? If so, beware of biases. I wanted a piece that said Christians don''t care as much as they claim to, because in some way that justified my reaction in rejecting the foundation of everything that had been important to me as a teen. I got it, but only by ignoring an important fact about people: we can''t go through life checking everything, we need to trust. That''s actually what makes journalists such scary people. We have, for better or ill, a certain amount of trust from our readers or listeners, and that can alter people''s trust of others.¡± ¡°Do you like being scary?¡± ¡°Not particularly, but on the other hand if me being scary means that people in authority behave themselves better, then it''s a price worth paying, at least to me. Someone once said of me that I love truth. I''m not sure that''s sufficient motivation to explain my career. I think it''s more true to say that I find self-serving lies, especially from those in power, to be utterly revolting and I can''t bear to stand by and let them go unchallenged.¡± ¡°Thank you, Alice Findhorn, for agreeing to this interview. Sometimes people wonder if these interviews are scripted. Would you like to respond to that?¡± ¡°Was it scripted? No, not really. I''d agreed with you about the opening question, and we''d discussed things before a little, but I didn''t know what you were going to ask.¡± ¡°One last question. Are you always as ready with updates about stories you''ve written years ago?¡± Alice laughed. ¡°Probably not, no. I was thinking over the weekend that I''d like to do a follow-up article and try to redress the imbalances of my first one. Our editor told me that I needed to concentrate on another developing story, and also that if I went along the lines I was thinking of, I''d be trespassing on something you''re working on.¡± ¡°That''s very true. Hopefully what I''ve been working on will be ready next week.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 8: Freedom of information

Visual effects / Ch. 8:Freedom of information

The palace, 11 A.M., Thursday 19th May. ¡°Thank you for coming, Ms Findhorn.¡± the Queen said. ¡°I''m at a loss as to why I received the invitation, your Majesty.¡± ¡°I watched your interview yesterday, I''m glad that God has made his presence known to you. That''s not why you''re here, but I''m glad.¡± ¡°So am I, Maam.¡± ¡°Mars. You have a certain reputation, Ms Findhorn.¡± ¡°That I''m someone''s embarrassment waiting to happen?¡± She''d heard that from a number of people she interviewed. ¡°I was more referring to your ability to get results. We''d like results too, but it might be a little embarrassing to my husband if word of this conversation got out to certain parties.¡± ¡°I''m not sure I understand, your Majesty.¡± ¡°Fair enough. I''m aware that your channel was investigating disturbing stories from the moon, and that you''re now investigating Mars Corp. I presume there''s a link there. What I''d like you to know is that you have our full support and encouragement, at least in private. Something odd is happening at Mars Corp. One of the board members resigned a few years ago saying that he couldn''t see eye to eye with the rest of the board. He was bound to secrecy, but did say that they were playing games with legalese and misinformation. Promises were made, we''d like to see them kept, but we''re a small shareholder, and the board seems to have some strong allies among other shareholders in whatever it''s up to. So, basically on that front we''re a bit stuck. "Nor, under the terms of the share holding, can we take any dispute about the way Mars Corp is run to the press. We can of course, interpret our own laws as we see fit, and we choose to interpret freedom of information requests from a bona-fide journalist as having a clear priority over a mere presumption that they''d prefer us not to divulge information. Your freedom of information requests were a little overly precise. If you could perhaps amend one of them to be much broader, that''d be wonderful.¡± ¡°Like ''any other records concerning Mars Corp''s operations or plans?''¡± ¡°That sounds about right, yes. Perhaps a little less specific, even.¡± ¡°Is such a vague request legitimate, Maam?¡± ¡°A vague request can legitimately refused of course, if it''s too broad in scope. But it can also be honoured.¡± ¡°And you''d like it to be attached to one of my requests that have already been submitted?¡± ¡°Yes. We wouldn''t want there to be any motive for someone to accuse me of telling you what to ask, now, would we?¡± ¡°They''d be right though.¡± ¡°Ms Findhorn, do you think that? I don''t want to hurt your conscience.¡± ¡°Aren''t we fabricating evidence?¡± ¡°No. It is perfectly legitimate to modify a data access request. Your addition will be marked as being such, if someone thinks to look in detail.¡± ¡°And if they don''t then they''ll see it as the original request date?¡± ¡°Yes, if they only give it a cursory glance, or, say, if they''re ignorant of our laws.¡± ¡°I see. Well, if it''s all properly recorded, and as I''m sure that the law and right is on my side, and not theirs, I don''t mind submitting the modification request,¡± It didn''t take long from her wrist unit. ¡°Thank you.¡± the Queen said. She read the request Alice had made, ''Any other records you can give me about Mars Corp''s governance, finances, plans, etc.'', and smiled brightly ¡°That is a wonderful request, thank you.¡± ¡°Thank you, your majesty.¡± ¡°Now... you might be wonder why this couldn''t have been done, say, by some member of Security.¡± ¡°I''m sure the thought would have occurred to me eventually,¡± Alice said. Still a bit over-awed at the thought of the Queen asking her to ask for more information. ¡°When someone has submitted a broad-reaching data access request, it''s a requirement that they be interviewed to determine if they have sufficient motive to make that request.¡± Alice wondered if she''d just done something very silly. Was she now going to be asked to betray confidences about her investigation? ¡°Now, to ensure that you''re not accused of bowing to any pressure. I invite you to call your editor.¡± ¡°Thank you, Maam.¡± She wasted no time in calling Ed. ¡°Alice, I thought you''d been invited to the palace?¡± ¡°I''m calling from there at the moment,¡± Alice said, and then floundered. ¡°Hello, Ed, nice to hear your voice and sorry to take your time.¡± The queen said, ¡°I''m just trying not to scare your rising star here. Under the provisions of the freedom of information laws, I''ve just told her that part of her request ¡ª the part I''ve just asked her to make ¡ª requires that the she undergo a formal interview, and it''s normal for the editor to be listening in.¡± ¡°I''m all ears,¡± Ed said. ¡°So, your name is Alice Findhorn, yes?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Alice said. ¡°And you are making a request for data concerning the board, operations and plans of Mars Corp?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And that is because of a legitimate investigation into some part of their operations, processes or plans?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And the reason that you are asking the crown rather than them directly is you believe they might have some reason to prefer your investigation not to be completed?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Sometimes large corporations protect themselves through the courts or by other methods. Do you feel that there might be some personal risk to yourself related to this investigation?¡± ¡°It is possible, yes.¡± ¡°I remind you that you have the right to police protection. If you have any trouble obtaining that protection, perhaps because the police officer concerned does not believe you to be at risk, you may state to them that protection has been promised to you personally by myself.¡± Alice was taken aback. ¡°Thank you maam. Do you mean in general, or just in connection to this investigation?¡± ¡°I made no restrictions on it, Ms Findhorn. People who hate corruption sometimes gain enemies. If you reach the decision that you need protection in a given circumstance, I expect it will not be a frivolous decision.¡± ¡°Thank you for that trust, Maam.¡± ¡°Moving back to your request for information. Based on what you know, do you suspect, or have reason to suspect Mars Corp have misled the public in any way?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Does the data you seek serve to reinforce those suspicions?¡± ¡°Not precisely, Maam. I seek rather to establish the extent and possible motivation or motivations.¡± ¡°Then I have no doubt that you need those documents. Thank you, this concludes the formal part of this interview. Happy reading. I''m glad I don''t need to edit this.¡± The Queen handed over a data crystal. ¡°Informally, can I ask how long your investigation might take you?¡± ¡°I''m not sure. Sorry.¡± ¡°And I shouldn''t even ask what it''s about, should I?¡± ¡°Probably not, Maam.¡± ¡°Might I ask a question, your Majesty?¡± Ed asked. ¡°Of course you can.¡± ¡°If it should happen that Alice goes to Mars as part of this investigation, might there be any source of help she could turn to in an emergency?¡± ¡°Other than the local authorities, you mean? You can ask the question, Ed. I might not be able to answer. Does it seem a likely course of events?¡± This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. ¡°It depends on a number factors,¡± Alice said. ¡°That''s a lot of time to put into an investigation.¡± the Queen said. ¡°Yes, Maam. Some of the other factors are things like whether there''s anything else for me to do there. I really hope this one investigation doesn''t take me the whole time until the next transfer window.¡± ¡°I''ll talk to people who know the answer to Ed''s question, then. Assuming there is an answer, it''ll probably get to you on Mars.¡± ¡°Surely, no would be an answer,¡± Alice said. ¡°I was more thinking that it might depend on what the emergency is, or how it came about. Let me make it clear, I''m speaking from total ignorance here. But if our services do have someone on Mars, then I can''t guarantee they''ll be within range to help, nor can I guarantee that even if they are that they''ll be able to offer any more useful help in an emergency than anyone else.¡± ¡°Right, I understand. And there''s no embassy I could run to, or anything like that,¡± Alice said. ¡°So far, no one has an embassy on Mars.¡± ¡°Is that Mars Corp policy, or purely because of practical considerations?¡± ¡°Probably no one''s seriously thought of it. It''s not technically a sovereign state, after all, and as you''re aware, it''s not exactly easy to get to either.¡± ¡°But it does have its own currency, laws and justice system.¡± Alice pointed out. ¡°Sort of,¡± the Queen agreed. ¡°As far as I understand, the legal system is rather informal. I''m not saying it''s an anarchy, but they''re making up a lot of unique laws for their unique situation. But everything is in such a state of flux anyway, it probably doesn''t make sense to have a carefully defined set of laws. All I can say is if you go there, do be careful, Ms Findhorn. You can''t breathe the atmosphere, which rather cuts down on your options for escape.¡± ¡°Thank you for your warning, Maam.¡±
¡°Simon, the interview was with her Majesty no less. It''s now finished.¡± Alice greeted him over her wrist unit. ¡°So I''m on my way back to work.¡± ¡°So, what made it in your interest to attend?¡± he asked, referring to the summons. ¡°My freedom of information request has been granted.¡± [And more.] she added by thought. ¡°So, are you going to be interested in food and company this evening?¡± She''d put their date on hold when she got the summons, first thing that morning, with no idea what it was about or how long it would take. ¡°Yes to both,¡± she said with a smile. The previous night had been company, but not really a date ¡ª she and Simon had been talking to Evangeline about life on Mars.
4pm, Editor''s office. ¡°Ed, I got given gigabytes.¡± ¡°Useful gigabytes, or useless?¡± ¡°I think it''s going to be useful. It''s pretty well organised, anyway. Top level splits it into publishable and ''classified data for research purposes only''. In that I have a complete set of minutes of shareholder''s meetings, and I see what her majesty meant. Based on the samples I''ve taken, any time questions were raised about the plans for honouring the promises to the firsters ¡ª that''s Martian for the first batch of settlers ¡ª a vote is called and the question is postponed until the next meeting. That''s been going on for decades.¡± ¡°Who calls for the vote?¡± ¡°One of the big three shareholders: India, Russia or China. Between them, they''ve got the majority of the votes, and it looks like they''re fully behind status-quo.¡± ¡°Hmm. That''s not encouraging. Why hasn''t there been a leak?¡± ¡°Mostly because it''s mostly only our government that''s been putting the questions. Most of the other countries abstain, I think it''s become a bit of a ritual. The rules laid down for the shareholder meeting says it''s forbidden to take any dispute about the way it''s run to the press, subject to forfeiture of shares.¡± ¡°Haven''t they just broken that? Not that I''m complaining.¡± ¡°I don''t think so. After all, I asked about Mars Corp''s plans, all unprompted. They didn''t tell me to, and I was already investigating them.¡± ¡°So, the shareholders aren''t holding the board to account, and everyone knows that two of the majority shareholders don''t like the fact that the de-facto language of Mars is English. Anything else?¡± ¡°Yes. Despite Mars Corp''s moans about how expensive it is to get there, Mars transport has always been profitable. Mars trade is profitable, Mars on-planet operations cost about a tenth of the trade income, including local terraforming. Transport and space operations cost another tenth of the income. As far as I can see, Mars Corp has been turning in a profit for at least the past three decades, and even allowing for inflation and the pre-colonisation period, it''s been a nice little earner for the shareholders.¡± ¡°So... they''ve got a golden goose and they don''t want to cut it up?¡± ¡°I think so. And finally, there are a lot of questions from the big three about when dome-less planting will be feasible. Whoever organised the data has a sense of humour. The finance stuff is all under ''boring numbers''. But there''s also an index of ''telling quotes''. One is India saying that immigration should be nine million a year, not just nine thousand.¡± ¡°I wonder what the Martians would think about that?¡± ¡°Probably why they don''t want to give them the vote. Another quote is ''We can''t let a bunch of convicts steal our resources.'' Bearing in mind that convicts are less than a percent.¡± ¡°That''s going to be popular.¡± ¡°I think, Ed, that I''m going to go to Mars, and I''m going to start with some anti-propaganda. Like maybe visit the hospital and get someone to tell me that there are five times more births than immigrants. And then I''m going to try to find some descendants of the first colonists, and I''m going ask them about how they feel about Mars Corp declaring they don''t exist. How does that sound?¡± ¡°It sounds like a plan, yes. You think you can cope with a purely vegetarian diet?¡± ¡°I do already,¡± she said with a straight face. ¡°You do?¡± ¡°Yes. I only eat vegetarian cows, none of those carnivorous cows for me.¡± ¡°Very funny. More seriously?¡± ¡°It worried me. Then I spoke to someone who ought to know, and she pointed out that junk food on Earth is mostly soy and additives anyway, and that what with genetic engineering, and square kilometres of hydroponic gloop production, the fake meat industry on Mars exports to the rest of the solar system. It''s not as cheap as eating your own lentils of course, but fake meat is cheaper than buying vegetables. Or for that really special meal, you can also get hold of genuine Mars-reared rabbit.¡± ¡°They rear rabbits on Mars?¡± ¡°A few people do, yes. Apparently it''s quite a lucrative business, assuming you''ve got the farmland.¡± ¡°I thought...¡± ¡°You thought all Martians were struggling on the edge of starvation,¡± Alice said, ¡°uncertain whether their harvest would come in, whether their compost would mature on time, and so on.¡± ¡°Urm, I guess so.¡± ¡°We owe it to our public to dispel some myths, don''t we?¡± ¡°So, how much does bunny cost?¡± ¡°You seriously want to trade vegetables for it, if you can. Commercial rates for vegetables on Mars normally involves earthling cash. It''s silly, really.¡± ¡°What''s silly?¡± ¡°The best way that someone on Mars can get to Earth is to really get into farming, so that they can sell their spare vegetables. Apparently, my source would have earned about a half of her ticket price simply by coming to Earth, and supporting herself, and not eating on Mars. Except her big brother keeps bunnies, so she''s doing even better.¡± ¡°Vegetables are so rare there?¡± ¡°No, but they''re normally only sold to pilots, engineers, and the like who get very nicely paid, thank you. Normal folk wouldn''t buy them, not for money, so there''s hardly any trade except barter.¡± ¡°So people don''t starve?¡± ¡°From what I''ve found out, very few people go hungry. Most people are more concerned with their compost heaps than their stomachs, if that makes sense.¡± ¡°I''m not sure it does, no.¡± ¡°Well imagine this: you''re new to this whole farming game. You''ve got a plot of land with poor soil, amazingly poor soil. You''re starting off, just like the other nine thousand this year, except of course it''s eighteen thousand because there''s two years between when the people get there. And everyone you meet is new, too. The deal from Mars Corp is that you have this starting plot of land, you grow stuff in it, and eventually, it feeds you. You also do work for Mars Corp, mainly construction work, for the next eighteen thousand arrivals, and they feed you on gloop. Gloop is a carefully balanced nutritious foodstuff that apparently tastes like boiled cardboard. But it means you don''t starve. You have some seeds, and maybe you cut off your hair and put in your nail clippings too, and any gloop you don''t want to eat that day, because you''re sick of the stuff, and that''s your compost heap. And you seed that with the carefully selected bacteria that Mars Corp included in your start-up package. Then you take your compost, and mix it with soil and plant your crop in it, then you feed and water the plants, and you''ve got some vegetable matter for your compost heap. But you want some vegetables, so you mix your compost with your soil and start again, and maybe you get a tomato plant or two, and have a wonderful taste to supplement your gloop that week. Everyone around you is checking on their compost bacteria so you do the same, and you mourn with them that it''s not doing as well this month, and so on. If you do well, you''ve got enough compost that you can plant enough that you don''t need to eat the gloop, and you''re a Martian in the making.¡± ¡°And that''s really the life you''re choosing for yourself?¡± ¡°No.¡± She smiled sweetly at him. ¡°I''ve had a better offer.¡± ¡°Your contact?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Go on, tell me.¡± ¡°I use some Earthling cash to buy a farm dome straight away. "My boyfriend and I, well, probably fianc¨¦ by then, help my friend''s family on their farm in exchange for food, and we pay for shelter from my salary. My friend lends me some of her compost. I mix half of that into the soil, not all the soil, just enough. The rest goes on my heap. I make sure not to build up lots of credit with the processing plant, and I mix that ''goodstuff'' straight into the soil in my claim too, mixing in some of the bacteria I got from Mars Corp since otherwise it''s sterile, and marking things clearly, so that I know where I''ve put it. I grow stuff, fast growing stuff, not food stuff, and put that onto my heap. All the while writing up about life on Mars.¡± ¡°And you carefully keep yourself out of Mars Corp''s domes?¡± ¡°Yes. That''s part of it, the rest is that I don''t want to write about being in a slave camp eating foul tasting gloop, I want to write about what it''s like starting out with real Martians. Her family are willing, so why not?¡± ¡°But don''t you think it''s too unique an experience?¡± ¡°Not really. It''s an alternate model, a more expandable model, in fact.¡± ¡°But it demands you pay rent.¡± ¡°I''d rather pay rent than pay time.¡± ¡°No, I mean for most people, that''s going to be hard.¡± ¡°They did offer food and accommodation in exchange for work, but I thought you''d prefer me taking the time to write, not to mention investigate.¡± ¡°Oh, yes, certainly. And the host family don''t mind you writing about life with them?¡± ¡°I''m going to be careful with their privacy, don''t worry.¡± ¡°And they''re going to introduce you to some people who ought to have a vote about Mars Corp''s activities?¡± ¡°I hope so. I''ll need to build up some trust as well as my heap.¡± ¡°It sounds quite feasible, then. But are you really going?¡± ¡°I think it makes sense from my end. What happens from Simon''s is another question.¡± ¡°You''re that serious about him? You''ve known him, what, less than a week?¡± ¡°''A week''s a long time in politics,'' so I hear. And it does rather seem God wants us to go together.¡± ¡°I''m glad you''re back on good terms with God, Alice, but don''t ascribe all your feelings to Him.¡± She shook her head. ¡°You''re misunderstanding, Ed. When God told Simon to give me a message, he also told him that I needed his help and protection, Simon''s that is. I heard that on Saturday, hours before we worked out that that might mean romance.¡± ¡°You''re not afraid that might be a cunning chat up line?¡± ¡°Not at all. When his friends learned that Simon actually had a girlfriend, they were shocked. He''s been Mr terminally shy in the whole relationship department. He''s still pretty scared.¡± ¡°And you said you''d worked out you were old friends?¡± ¡°Yes. Just before I got convinced I was cursed, we were chatting for an hour or more a night, just voice calls, and we never met, either. He tells me I called him, all out of the blue, but I don''t remember getting his number.¡± ¡°Alice, you''re saying you just called up Simon when you were a teen, and started chatting?¡± ¡°Yes. It''s even odder than that, because I thought his name was Jack.¡± ¡°You were obviously a weird teenager.¡± ¡°I think the term you''re looking for is utterly self-confident.¡± ¡°Well, some things haven''t changed much,¡± Ed said with a smile. Visual effects / Ch. 9: Departure plans

Visual effects / Ch. 9: Departure plans

8 P.M., Thursday 19th May, 2270 Mid-meal, Simon''s wrist unit rang. ¡°Hello, Mum.¡± ¡°Hello, Simon. Sue''s just been telling me there''s some news you ought to tell me.¡± ¡°Ah. Yes, there is, quite a lot. Urm, I''m on a date, Mum.¡± ¡°I wondered at the background noise, it didn''t sound like your lab, and I''ve tried ringing you at home I don''t know how many times since Saturday, and you seem to never be home.¡± ¡°Sorry, Mum. We''ve been doing a lot of talking.¡± ¡°And does the other half of that ''we'' have a name?¡± ¡°She''s called Alice, mum. She''s a Christian, intelligent, beautiful, and now blushing.¡± ¡°I see. And your parents need to be the last ones to know?¡± ¡°Sorry, Mum.¡± ¡°Sue said she''d talked to that reporter on Saturday. She was an Alice, wasn''t she? You''re not saying you''re on a date with her are you?¡± ¡°Yes, Mum. Did you see Alice''s public apology yesterday? Jim Stephens interviewed her all about it.¡± ¡°He''s a nice man.¡± ¡°You didn''t see it then?¡± ¡°I saw your dad watching something about charities and stuff, but I was in and out of the room. Was that her?¡± ¡°I expect so, mum.¡± ¡°Hmph. I''ll have to watch it again, won''t I? Why couldn''t you find a nice Christian girl?¡± ¡°Mum, Alice is a Christian. She was away from the Lord when she made the report on Sue''s mission, but she''s come back to the Lord now.¡± ¡°Hmph. And I suppose you''ll want to introduce her to us sometime, will you?¡± ¡°Yes, Mum.¡± Alice decided it was time to intervene, and spoke into Simon''s wrist unit, ¡°Mrs Bunting, I''ve apologised to Sue, and to the nation as a whole for what I said, and I''ll apologise to you too. What I said was simply lashing out in anger at Christians who kept reminding me of my pain and loss. I was ashamed of it soon afterwards, and I''m sorry for taking so long to be brave enough to apologise. I don''t really mind talking about my past, but I''d prefer not to do it over the phone in the middle of a restaurant. Would it be possible to visit soon?¡± ¡°Oh? Yes, I suppose so. We''re not going out as far as I know, and Simon still remembers the way, I expect.¡± ¡°Mum! It''s only been a fortnight since I last dropped by!¡± ¡°Hmm. And a flying visit that was, too. Oh, we are going out tomorrow, I''d forgotten.¡± ¡°Bridge club?¡± Simon guessed. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And then Dad''ll be fishing on Saturday, won''t he?¡± ¡°Of course he will.¡± ¡°So, Mum, why don''t Alice and I pop round this evening, when we''ve finished eating? I get the feeling the waiters want us to finish quickly, anyway.¡± ¡°Oh, well, but I haven''t got any food prepared...¡± ¡°Mum, we''re just eating, remember? Would you like us to come straight after dessert, or should we drink a cup of tea or coffee before we come?¡± ¡°Oh, don''t go buying tea at a restaurant! It''s far too expensive.¡± ¡°OK, mum, see you later.¡± ¡°See you later, Simon.¡± Red faced, he ended the call. ¡°Sorry, is that O.K? Mum would probably spend the whole time cleaning and cooking cakes if she had more notice.¡± ¡°Its fine, Simon,¡± Alice reassured him, ¡°but it does raise an important issue.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± ¡°Is tea available on Mars?¡± ¡°Good question. I presume so.¡± ¡°If not, then I''m going to be taking tea plants.¡± ¡°How long do they take to mature?¡± ¡°No idea, no, hold on, I read it once. I think you can start picking after three or four years. Too long, I expect,¡± Alice laughed, ¡°most people would say, what about meat? I say, is there tea there?¡± ¡°Hmm. I wonder about oats. And I think I can guess the answer.¡± ¡°Oats?¡± ¡°I''m err.. rather partial to porridge.¡± ¡°The things you learn about a man.... How partial?¡± ¡°I have eaten other things for breakfast... sometimes, in desperation. But I can''t imagine there being arable farming on Mars. It got to be far too inefficient, surely?¡± Alice looked at him in horror. ¡°No bread?¡± ¡°I seriously doubt it. Unless you can make it with root vegetables, or maybe gloop?¡± ¡°Oh wow. I''m going to need to write a book of questions.¡± ¡°Not to mention a whole heap of articles.¡± ¡°Hmm, maybe not an article on every one, it''d get boring.¡± ¡°And I get the impression you''re never boring.¡± ¡°I''m sure I can be. Should I try?¡± ¡°Not on my account. I love you just the way you are.¡± ¡°But maybe you''re falling in love with your image of me as a dynamic, exciting person, full of danger and intrigue, when what I really want to be is a boring farmer''s wife.¡± ¡°Hmm. So does that mean I ought to hurry up and become a boring farmer if I''m want to stay in your good books?¡± ¡°Oh you! I meant the boring wife of a farmer, not the wife of a boring farmer. And I wasn''t talking about marriage, I was talking about stereotypically uninteresting people.¡± ¡°How many farmers'' wives have you known?¡± Simon asked, ¡°Having grown up in the country, I''ve never found them that boring unless you really despise the natural world.¡± ¡°Fine! Please give me an alternative role you would accept as boring, so I can restate my sentence.¡± ¡°Do you need to?¡± ¡°Yes. I don''t want the responsibility of you taking a leap into the unknown because you''re fascinated by a false image of me.¡± ¡°God said I needed to go with you.¡± Simon pointed out. ¡°No, he said I mustn''t go alone. Based on current plans, I won''t be.¡± ¡°OK, I retract that statement. God said you need my protection. I fully intend to be there to offer it. I also want to point out that you are the one who raised the whole romance issue.¡± Alice sighed, ¡°I know. I shouldn''t have, should I? It was too early. I jumped the gun. Again.¡± ¡°Alice? Are you trying to say you''re having second thoughts? About us, I mean?¡± She shook her head. ¡°Not long term. I just want to know that you''re not thinking that if you don''t throw your research away and come with me on this journey that you''ll lose any chance with me. I know why I want to go, I just don''t want the strain on our relationship of you hating every minute there.¡± ¡°Oh. I probably need to show you two things then.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Number one is this.¡± He showed her a message on his wrist unit from the University. ''Dear Dr Bunting, regarding your query about changing your affiliation to the University of Mars. Given the nature of your research, the costs associated with it, and the recent request for additional space by other, better funded projects, we are fully supportive of your idea to move your project to another location, and have let the Mars University know this. We will of course be sad to lose you, but hope you have a productive career there.'' ¡°Does that mean they''re kicking you out?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Not quite, but as you can see they''re not exactly begging me to stay.¡± ¡°What''s number two? Letter of invitation from Mars University?¡± ¡°Oh, didn''t I show that to you on Tuesday? Sorry, I meant to.¡± ¡°No,¡± Alice said, staring at him in amazement. ¡°So what is the second thing?¡± ¡°It''s on Mum''s wall, unless she''s taken it down.¡± ¡°The man''s getting mysterious.¡± ¡°It''s a picture of me when I was fourteen.¡± ¡°As a farmer?¡± ¡°Sort of.¡± ¡°You don''t want to talk about it, do you?¡± Alice realised. ¡°Not really, not here.¡± ¡°OK. So, what shall we talk about?¡± ¡°Are you thinking of coming back?¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°What you said earlier, about me not needing to go, are you thinking you''ll come back to Earth?¡± ¡°I''m not sure. If you stayed here, I''d come back, I think. I wouldn''t want to make God a liar. But otherwise? I''ve got no real ties except friends, and after two, two and a half years they''ll have moved on, I''m sure.¡± ¡°You''re thinking of what you dropped hints to ''Jack'' about?¡± ¡°Yes. And no, I''m not going to drop any extra hints.¡± ¡°The very fact that you''re thinking it''d make God a liar...¡± ¡°Might mean I was thinking ''who''s hand will I be holding when I die'' ¡°But not very likely, since you''re not giving me extra hints.¡± ¡°But God gave me no hints about timing,¡± Alice said ¡°Except there are a couple of time limitations.¡± ¡°There are?¡± ¡°Yes. Depending on what you asked, of course.¡± ¡°I wonder if I dare ask.¡± ¡°I wonder if I dare answer, or if that counts as jumping the gun. But don''t worry, I''ve no plans to let them get near.¡± ¡°What are you talking about, Simon?¡± ¡°Not jumping the gun, and not missing the boat either.¡± ¡°Hmm. If that''s as explicit as you can get, we''d better order dessert.¡± ¡°Actually, I''ve got a question for you.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°In your understanding of our culture this day and age, not thinking of anyone in particular, you understand, urm, is it necessary urm, for the man to ask the woman, or urm, can the woman ask the man now?¡± ¡°Ask what?¡± Alice asked. He was blushing furiously, so she was fairly sure she knew what he was getting at. ¡°Oh, sorry. The big question, urm, you know, ''will you marry me?''¡± ¡°No need to apologise, of course I will.¡± she replied with sparkling eyes. ¡°Alice!¡± ¡°Sorry. But it did seem too good an opportunity to miss.¡± ¡°Can you, please, without misconstruing what I was asking, answer the question about our culture?¡± ¡°As far as I know, Simon, it''s still normally the man''s job to do the asking, and the woman''s job to hint to him that it''s about time he asked.¡± ¡°That didn''t constitute a hint did it?¡± he asked worriedly. ¡°Do you think we know each other well enough to make that decision yet?¡± If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. ¡°No.¡± He looked relieved, then frowned. ¡°So what was that ''of course I will'' about?¡± ¡°Teasing.¡± ¡°Oh, right. So I can tell my liver to get rid of the adrenaline.¡± ¡°You can do that?¡± Alice asked, intrigued. ¡°I don''t think so. But at least my brain brain can stop generating it.¡± ¡°Was it really that scary a thought?¡± ¡°Intellectually, or emotionally?¡± ¡°I don''t know. Shall we decide what dessert to eat instead? The waiter''s coming.¡±
8.45pm, Simon''s parents'' home. ¡°Dad, let me introduce Alice Findhorn.¡± ¡°Hello, Mr Bunting,¡± Alice said. ¡°Dr actually, but if you''ve managed to coax Simon out of his shell you can call me Frank. Come on in. Did he treat you to a good meal?¡± ¡°Yes, thank you. Except that half the desserts were off the menu, and the other half didn''t really appeal.¡± ¡°Hmm. Bad choice of restaurants there, Simon.¡± ¡°According to the waiter they had a bus-load of students come, order a plate of chips between five and three desserts each,¡± Simon said. ¡°But I think he was exaggerating.¡± Alice chipped in ¡°I saw them moving tables apart as we went in. I''m pretty sure there was only space for twenty students.¡± ¡°As you can probably guess, Simon, your mother''s reverted to cooking some cakes, so maybe it''s a good thing you didn''t have dessert.¡± ¡°I can''t say I''m surprised,¡± Simon said. It was, he''d told Alice on the way, his mother''s usual reaction to visitors coming. Or, alternatively, not coming. Or even being talked about. Simon stared at the familiar picture on the wall, a fourteen year-old, standing proudly beside a row of tomato plants, with a small compost heap behind him. ¡°It''s still here, Alice.¡± ¡°Oh, wow,¡± Alice said, peering over his shoulder and taking in the significance immediately. ¡°No wonder you asked if I was thinking of staying.¡± ¡°Bethany!¡± Frank called, ¡°Simon and Alice are here, and I think they''ve got something to tell us.¡± A crash from the kitchen, followed by Simon''s mother ¡°You''re not telling me you''re engaged already are you?¡± ¡°No, Mum. Can I introduce Alice Findhorn? Just so you know... I met her last Thursday morning tea-break, when God told me that the woman about to walk past the building needed my help and protection, and was on the right path for a great work. He also said that she must go, but not alone or she wouldn''t survive.¡± ¡°Hello, Alice. Frank''s told me about your interview.¡± ¡°The bit of God''s message Simon likes to leave out was that I''m not cursed. That was rather significant, since I was told that I was, and would bring a curse on everyone close to me. My parents died less than an hour after I was told that.¡± ¡°That''s what you meant about your world falling apart?¡± Frank asked. ¡°Yes. My parents died, and I had to live with my non-Christian grandparents, who were always too busy to take me to Church.¡± ¡°You poor thing,¡± Bethany said. ¡°So, Simon''s message was utterly convincing, and I almost convinced him on Saturday that if he was going to be getting to know me really well like he planned, so that he''d know how I react in different circumstances, then it''d be a lot easier to call him my boyfriend. Then after lunch one of his friends tried to chat me up, and Simon actually told him to stop trying to make a move on his new girlfriend.¡± ¡°So no, Mum, we''re not engaged. But the journey Alice is going on...¡± ¡°Sit down dear.¡± Frank interrupted. ¡°It''s to Mars, isn''t it?¡± Bethany said. ¡°You''re finally going?¡± ¡°Yes, Mum.¡± ¡°But your research project''s another six months...¡± ¡°The University of Mars would be happy for me to do it there, and the university here want the lab space for something else with a bigger budget, so they''re practically leaping up and down for joy and asking when I''m going. Oh, Dad, I thought you''d like to know, the latest results are saying the same thing.¡± ¡°So what on Earth is happening?¡± Frank asked, momentarily distracted. ¡°Good question. I think it might be forming a microscopic forcefield, and when that collapses then the energy''s released in a burst.¡± ¡°It''s not the right circuit for that, is it?¡± ¡°Not for normal ones, but there are other forces.¡± ¡°And the University want to chuck you out?¡± ¡°What I''ve said is all guesswork at the moment, I haven''t even worked out if the energy release is collimated or isotropic.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°Only one detector so far.¡± ¡°Tricky one there.¡± ¡°Yes. But the detectors are Mars-built, and Mars has plenty of good vacuum pumps too. So I''ll take the board which hardly weighs anything. The detector I could take or sell, and the rest of the equipment I can get there.¡± ¡°And you''re going too, Alice?¡± Frank asked. ¡°Yes. The channel want me to set up a Mars office, the University want me as a part-time lecturer, and I''m investigating a story with Mars connections.¡± ¡°All while trying to feed yourself?¡± Frank asked. ¡°Well the Mars office bit can wait, they''re going to be happy for some stories to start with, and the University courses are apparently synchronised with the immigration season.¡± ¡°That must be totally out of synch with seasons and everything.¡± ¡°Everything except the massive flux of people, yes. But since they get some students from Earth, and also rent out student accommodation to tourists, the twenty-six month cycle has a certain amount of logic. Plus of course Earth-bound exports take a lot of man-power during the same period.¡± ¡°I thought everyone arrived and left at the same time? Bethany asked. ¡°Within a month or so, yes,¡± Simon explained ¡°Tourist trips get there as early as they can, the tourists stay a month or two, then leave as late as they can without making the trip too long. Early arriving ships leave with cargo, for a slower trip. You can always make the trip take longer, but you really don''t want to try leaving for Mars too late. The later you leave, the less cargo you can take.¡± ¡°But that balances out with food for the journey, surely?¡± Bethany asked. ¡°Not really, mum. Just think how much of your weekly shop is actually water, juices or whatever. With recycled water, you could live a very long time on a suitcase full of rice and vitamin pills.¡± ¡°That doesn''t sound like a very healthy diet,¡± Bethany said. ¡°Simon''s not saying we''ll eat that,¡± Alice said, ¡°But the point he''s making is that an extra month of food needn''t weigh that much. I''ve looked at the amount of weight Mars Corp counts as one ticket ¡ª that''s including ourselves. If we''d left today on a fast route, the sort tourists take, one ticket would have got us a hundred and twenty kilos, and on a slow trip that would arrive around closest approach, it would have got us two hundred and fifty. For the last possible trip out, one ticket counts as twenty kilos, so I''d need three tickets before they even let me on with a change of underwear and a toothbrush.¡± ¡°And you do need to take food and water, plus any tools, equipment, and so on that you want to take.¡± Simon pointed out. ¡°So a hundred and twenty kilos isn''t so generous if you''re migrating.¡± ¡°So you need to take your own gardening tools and everything?¡± Frank asked. ¡°I don''t think so, Dad. Mars has plenty of iron, plus loads and loads of energy. We''ll need to ask advice what we should take.¡± ¡°And you''re going soon?¡± ¡°Final launch is the eighth of July. Looking at the baggage allowance, about sixty days before closest approach is about the latest you can take a reasonable amount with you, that''s the 25th of June.¡± Simon replied. ¡°And is there space on that transport?¡± ¡°Yes. Well, there was earlier today. There is on all the transports, actually.¡± ¡°That seems a waste,¡± Frank said. ¡°I think there are a lot of last-minute decisions, people trying to get the money together, that sort of thing.¡± ¡°Plus the transports are actually designed for the cargo. From the sound of it, the cabins fold away when not in use. Oh, and I was reading the Mars Corp accounts today. You know they say that they subsidise people going to Mars, and but not the journey back? The only way you can make that true is if you make the ships pay for themselves after ten years. If you spread it over twenty or thirty, which I''m told is far more realistic, then they''re making a profit on both legs. It''s just that on the return journey, Mars Corp Exports lets Mars Corp Transport charge them a massive amount, and passengers are competing with the cargo for space. But, ah, don''t tell anyone that yet, please.¡± ¡°How did you get hold of the accounts?¡± Frank asked. ¡°Freedom of information request to the crown,¡± Alice said. ¡°That sounds like an administrative mistake.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Alice asked, curiously. ¡°It might get their majesties in trouble.¡± ¡°Could you expand on why you think that, Frank?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Because Mars Corp like throwing their weight around, and they''re likely to demand damages against the crown if you publish anything as sensitive as their accounts. I mean, I got forced into retirement just for daring to suggest that there were some discrepancies in some data they''d published.¡± ¡°I thought you said the company had decided to close down your department?¡± Bethany said. ¡°It did. But only due to Mars Corp pressure,¡± Frank said. ¡°Might I ask what your work was?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Statistical research, the thing Mars Corp didn''t like was my analysis of how much Mars Corp must be paying its workers, given the transport costs involved.¡± ¡°And you published it?¡± ¡°The boss didn''t believe me, so asked Mars Corp for confirmation. Soon afterwards, their lawyers rang, and I was asked to retire for the good of the company. It was carefully explained to me that Mars Corp had threatened to sue the company for three years turnover if I didn''t (a) sign a gagging contract and (b) leave the company.¡± ¡°So you can''t be quoted on what you worked out as their salary?¡± ¡°No." He paused and then said, "Peanuts,¡± he gave a longer pause, ¡°are a fascinating topic. They''re not a nut but technically a sort of legume, you know? The pod grows underground, and so some people think they''re a tuber, like potatoes, but it is actually the seed from the pod that we eat.¡± ¡°I''m glad we''re not thinking of working for Mars Corp wages then,¡± Alice said. ¡°Hmm. I wonder if I am.¡± Simon pondered. ¡°I''ll need to check on that contract.¡± ¡°I think what we actually have though is an interesting exchange rate.¡± Alice said. ¡°Basically Mars Corp don''t seem to allow currency conversion, except through the direct import of plant matter.¡± ¡°And in the name of biosecurity, they carefully sterilise everything, so you can''t fill up your luggage allowance with tea saplings, Alice,¡± Simon said. ¡°That''s not fair!¡± ¡°But the good news is that seeds did get imported, and there are some people who specialise in growing tea.¡± ¡°So I can survive?¡± ¡°I certainly hope so. But Dad, the thing is, the Martians think their unit of currency is worth a lot, sensible tourists take their own food, and everyone, especially Mars Corp, are happy with the situation.¡± ¡°Because the currency''s not worth a lot?¡± ¡°Yes and no. It''s directly useful, but Mars Corp are almost certainly fibbing when they tell Martians they''re importing extra biological material to pay people.¡± ¡°Then where do they get it?¡± ¡°Everyone has an account at the treatment plant,¡± Alice said. ¡°You make a deposit, get a receipt and you can make withdrawals in sterilised fertiliser for your field. We think they''re um... skimming off at the processing plant.¡± ¡°But half the population works for Mars Corp!¡± Frank pointed out ¡°Surely they can''t skim off that much without people noticing!¡± ¡°They''re mixing in regolith. That''s always been the practice, according to local knowledge, but how much? That''s the question. Controlling the mix is like printing money, but as long as there are enough migrants to fill the jobs, desperate to grow their own vegetables in money, so they can escape from eating gloop, Mars Corp can continue exporting.¡± ¡°Gloop?¡± Bethany queried the term. ¡°If you live in one of the big domes, have no alternative, and put in enough hours for Mars Corp, you can eat the nutritionally balanced food compound known locally as gloop. Apparently it tastes like boiled cardboard, but without the appetizing texture.¡± ¡°And you''re subjecting yourself to that, for your job?¡± ¡°No, we''ve got a better offer, Mum. We''re not going to a Mars Corp slave camp, we''re going to stay with an established family, the daughter''s been going to my Church the past year or so.¡± ¡°You''re both staying in the same place?¡± ¡°Yes, Mum.¡± ¡°Hmm. That''s convenient, I suppose.¡± ¡°I''ll be sharing a room with their daughter, and Simon with her fianc¨¦ also from Simon''s church.¡± ¡°And once we get there, Mum, we''ll be doing our jobs, working for our food and shelter, and working our land, too.¡± ¡°You''re buying land, then?¡± ¡°Everyone there gets land, Mum. The only real question is whether you cultivate all of it, some of it it or none of it.¡± ¡°Oh. What''s your plan?¡± ¡°Some of it,¡± Alice said. ¡°Because we''re both arriving with invitations from the university, we''re counted as making a contribution to the planet, which gets us extra land. Of course if we don''t live up to our contracts, we lose that extra and quite a bit more. Simon''s getting a free ticket, because he''s going to be full time at the university. I''m getting sent there by work, so they''re paying for me.¡± ¡°You''ve got your invitation?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Not officially, but I heard they were processing it.¡± ¡°That''s great!¡± ¡°So, we just need to talk to the others about whether we''re travelling as a foursome or not.¡± ¡°So this is definite?¡± Frank asked. ¡°Definitely going? As long as Alice gets her invitation,¡± Simon said. ¡°I think they''re sending me with or without it, Simon. They''d like me to get it because they don''t want me bored and screaming to come home, but this is the biggest story of my lifetime. I''m definitely going. I don''t know if I''ll stay, but I''ll give it a go.¡± ¡°Does your university post get you a trip home if necessary, Simon?¡± Bethany asked. ¡°Yes, one ticket home. But I get something like five kilos of non-food luggage. In exchange for the trip home, the university gets to sell anything else I take with me or buy there.¡± ¡°So neither of you are going to be stranded there,¡± Frank said, ever practical. ¡°But you''re planning to stay aren''t you?¡± Bethany asked. ¡°If all goes well. It''s been your dream so long, Simon. You''re going and you''re going for good, and we''ll miss our son''s wedding and never see our grandchildren.¡± ¡°Sorry, Mum, but...¡± ¡°I know, it''s not a surprise. I just wonder how many people had the same dream and decided to scrap it for another one, like my brother. All ready to go, but he met your aunt before he''d got the ticket money. And you''ve met Alice here, I presume that means you''re not waiting for the other lass to show up, Simon? Another dream gone.¡± ¡°Other lass?¡± Alice asked, looking at Simon in confusion. ¡°His dream-girl,¡± Bethany said. ¡°He dreamt that he was talking to a girl, oh, a year before going to university, I guess. He was heart-broken when it stopped. Absolutely insistent that it hadn''t been a dream, I could hardly get him to eat anything. Anna, you said her name was, didn''t you Simon?¡± ¡°No mum, it was Alice,¡± Simon said. ¡°Oh! What a coincidence,¡± Bethany said. ¡°I sketched something for Sue on Saturday, which I remembered. It surprised both of us. Her with what it showed, me with some more of the memory when she told me. Would you like to see it?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Urm..,¡± Frank said, deciding that he''d like to know what connection Alice''s memory had with Simon''s invisible girlfriend. ¡°Feel free to talk to Sue for confirmation,¡± Alice said, starting to sketch on her wrist pad. She carried on talking: ¡°We were walking along the ridge, before a certain house came in view. And I was recognising more and more features of the landscape, and getting puzzled because I''d never been there before. And then I told Sue there was a white-painted thatched cottage around the corner, with the thatch getting a bit tired. And how it was odd, because how could I know the floor plan of a house I''d never been in?¡± ¡°My desk wasn''t there,¡± Simon said. ¡°It was before you got rid of the train set,¡± his father corrected. ¡°How?¡± ¡°It wasn''t just an Alice, it was me. Just before my parents died, and I became convinced that... doing what I''d been doing to talk to Simon wasn''t from God, but was demonic. I abused a special gift from God, rejected it along with the help I could have had, and he''s taken it away, mostly. But I can still talk to Simon. As for seeing grandchildren... well no one''s solved the speed of light yet, and video messages aren''t nearly the same, but they''re possible, at least. And maybe when Mars Corp aren''t controlling the monopoly on transport any more prices will drop. But Simon, I''ve got a question for you.¡± ¡°Urm, yes? Go ahead,¡± Simon said, trying to keep up with Alice''s rapid change of topic. ¡°Does Sue always look like that?¡± ¡°Like what?¡± ¡°Ha, Men!¡± Alice exclaimed disparagingly, shaking her head. ¡°Totally unable to notice more than one person at a time. She was looking healthy. Unusually healthy. Does she always look like that?¡± ¡°Urm, not sure. I suppose she looked relaxed and happy. Less stressed than normal.¡± Bethany''s hand went to her mouth. ¡°Are you suggesting...?¡± ¡°I''m thinking aloud. I know less than nothing, except that the only times I''ve seen friends looking that healthy... Well they weren''t fitting in the same clothes a few months later. Excuse me, I''m just having an attack of conscience. I''ll just admit what I''ve said.¡± [Sue? Alice here, I''m not listening in, and I hope I''m not calling at a bad time, but we''ve just told your parents we''re going to Mars. Your mother was talking about not seeing her grandkids and I''ve just speculated aloud about how healthy you were looking. I hope that''s not ruined a surprise, or it wasn''t painfully out of place, but... I guess I''m a reporter at heart, and I was reporting what I noticed. I''m really really sorry for not thinking of checking with you first. Now might be a good time to call. Your parents know I can do this, by the way.] In their lounge, Sue put down her book, and spoke to her husband, ¡°I''m going to tell my parents, OK, love?¡± ¡°Of course. I''m sure they''ll want to pray with us.¡± Sue dialed. ¡°Hi, Simon, tell Alice she''s apologised enough, and pass the phone over to Mum, can you?¡± ¡°Of course. Mum, it''s Sue. Alice, Sue says you''ve apologised enough.¡± ¡°Sue?¡± ¡°Hi Mum. Alice says she''s been speculating aloud.... She''s on target, but it''s still early days, you know. Please pray, you know how often we''ve been through this.¡± ¡°How long?¡± ¡°I''m six weeks, today, Mum. I''m unstressed, enjoying life, taking all the right vitamins, and praying a lot.¡± ¡°You lost the others around five weeks, didn''t you?¡± ¡°Yes, Mum. So, maybe, this time...¡± ¡°Oh, Sue! Of course we''ll pray. She''s got to six weeks, Frank.¡± ¡°Oh, praise God!¡± Frank exclaimed. ¡°Have you spoken to a doctor?¡± Bethany asked. ¡°Yes. They said keep taking the vitamins and avoid stress.¡± ¡°Did Alice tell you...¡± ¡°They''re going to Mars? Yes.¡± ¡°She''s just shown us a sketch she showed you.¡± ¡°On the hillside? Yes, fascinating!¡± ¡°Simon''s invisible girlfriend in the flesh. Well I never!¡± ¡°You knew about that? Well, Saturday was a wonderful study in watching love develop, on both sides. She can be self controlled, tell her, I saw it.¡± ¡°They''re leaving in about a month.¡± ¡°I know. They''re obeying God''s plan for their lives, Mum. So I presume it''ll all work out with all the usual hitches and lumps but they''ll get there in the end. But Mum, don''t bother cooking any cakes for their journey. We''ve got some people there, so this is the voice of experience. They shouldn''t eat much before they fly anyway, and it''s all weighed down to the gramme, so if you hide a surprise cake or two in their luggage then something else they''ve planned to take will have to come out, at the departure gate. So just don''t think of doing anything like that.¡± ¡°Oh!¡± ¡°I''m just saying that that happened to one of our people. His Mum had hidden a fruitcake in his bag of clothes. Firstly, it wasn''t his clothes for the journey anyway, so the cake was ruined, and secondly he had to leave his paper Bible at the gate to make up for the weight, because it was that or his spare pairs of trousers. So no little surprises.¡± ¡°But...¡± ¡°None at all, Mum. It might be nice on a normal journey, but this isn''t a normal journey. If you try to surprise them with something, the surprise at the gate is going to be unpleasant.¡± ¡°OK, Sue, I understand.¡± ¡°I hope so, Mum. Our lad out there really missed his printed Bible, and it''s costing his parents about two hundred to send it out to him.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 10: Packing list

Visual effects / Ch. 10:Packing list

6pm, Friday 20th May, 2270, Alice''s house. ¡°Hi, Evangeline, Chris! Thanks for coming,¡± Alice said. ¡°You''ve got a nice home,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°It''ll be sad to leave it. It was my parent''s. I''ll have to empty it, mostly, and try to find renters.¡± ¡°So you are coming to Mars?¡± ¡°Yes. We''ve got our invitations, and we''ve decided we''re going. Didn''t Simon say? He''ll be along later, by the way.¡± ¡°He didn''t, just that you had some more questions.¡± ¡°A whole mega list of them, yes. Like, what should we pack, and would you two be happy to travel as a foursome?¡± ¡°Very,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°it''s always good to find people who aren''t Jits to travel with, and you two aren''t.¡± Alice laughed, ¡°My first question might put me firmly back into that category, be careful!¡± ¡°What is it?¡± Chris asked. ¡°It goes like this. To build up a heap, you need plant matter. You need a heap to mix compost with the soil, to provide nutrients and water retaining stuff, and so on. But people have been growing plants in what''s not much more than nutrient-adjusted water and regolith for centuries. Why not take enough chemical fertilisers to grow ten or twenty square meters of something, starting week one?¡± ¡°Hydroponics you mean? Great idea, but it won''t fly,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°The control equipment and all the processing plant weigh far too much.¡± ¡°Urm, you must know something I don''t. I was thinking of mixing the right mix, watering regularly, and letting the plants do the rest. I guess a time switch and a little pump might be better though.¡± ¡°Yeah, it ought to work,¡± Chris agreed. ¡°Sounds pretty much ideal, actually. Dad did some hydroponics when I was young. It''s great for out of season vegetables.¡± ¡°But... hold on! Let the plants do the rest? You mean you can grow real plants in a hydroponic setup? Not just algae?¡± ¡°Chris, I''m just going to put the finishing touches to dinner. Can you educate Evangeline?¡± ¡°My pleasure.¡±
6.30pm, Friday 20th May, 2270, Alice''s house. ¡°This is amazing!¡± Evangeline said. ¡°And it makes real sense out of Grandpa''s diaries!¡± ¡°You''re convinced?¡± Alice asked. ¡°They did it. The firsters, I mean. They started off with doing it this way. There''s a comment early on about there being no more chemicals for the plants, it not being sustainable, and how they''d have to do it the hard way now. But as a way to build a heap, it''s a great way to go.¡± ¡°I''m not surprised. Using hydroponics explains something else too.¡± Alice agreed. ¡°What''s that?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Mars Corp''s shipping list. They don''t import biological material, not enough to pay people''s wages. But they do ship in masses of nitrates and phosphates and so on for their hydroponics systems. Everyone knows that. I wouldn''t be at all surprised if they add dead algae into the goodstuff.¡± ¡°They don''t import biological material?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°No. Not much, just seeds and the like. Why should they? Why import carbon dioxide when there''s plenty in the atmosphere? They can import the other nutrients, and grow the stuff on Mars. It''s a far far more efficient way of doing it.¡± ¡°Please, Alice, please! Don''t publish that idea, not yet,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°You''ll destroy the whole Martian economy.¡± ¡°It does rather undermine their statements on Mars about how much goodstuff is worth in Earthling money.¡± Chris pointed out. ¡°And therefore wages, and people won''t want to work, won''t want to pay for food, and so on. Let us get off the bio-material standard first. The idea of Mars Corp skimming off the top was far better than this.¡± ¡°Do you think I shouldn''t publish anything?¡± ¡°I don''t mind you publishing about kick-starting your heap this way. It sounds a wonderfully subversive way of undermining Mars Corp. Just... get there first.¡± ¡°And check that there are no limitations on shipping the nutrients,¡± Simon said, ¡°You don''t want to get in trouble for shipping banned substances.¡± ¡°They ship enough of it themselves, but yeah... they might have been that nasty.¡± ¡°It''s a crying shame you can''t just go dig up your own regolith,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°You can''t?¡± Alice was surprised. ¡°Naah. It needs processing; there''s some nasty salts in there, perchlorates. That''s another thing Mars Corp does right.¡± ¡°Eva?¡± Chris said. ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Just now, you said something about your granddad''s diaries.¡± ¡°Yeah, well. Try not to let it worry you, and don''t tell anyone, OK? It''s bad enough me letting on. I''d already let my mouth run away with me talking to Alice, but she''s used to keeping dangerous secrets.¡± ¡°Thank you for your trust, Evangeline,¡± Alice said, ¡°you''re right though. I''ve got a legal right and an ethical duty to protect my sources. Quite a list I''m growing on this story.¡± ¡°Oh? Who else?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Mustn''t tell.¡± Alice grinned, ¡°But, just so you know, my editor knows that I''m talking to a Martian. No other personal information shared except I might have let your gender slip.¡± ¡°Thanks.¡± ¡°So, back to the big question... what gets made on Mars, what''s rare or unobtainable?¡± ¡°Don''t bother taking digging-tools, anything that''s just roughly shaped metal, like spades and stuff. Do take natural fibres, leather, clothes. Also do take precision metalwork, jewellery, precious metals. No one''s discovered gold on Mars yet, so for electronics it''s either imported from Earth or the asteroids. Donating it is seen as helping industry, so if you want to buy an extra bit of claim then think in terms of shipped gold, ten grams per hectare.¡± ¡°Can I ask what''s a normal claim?¡± Chris asked. ¡°It varies, Chris. My invitation counts as from before the population hit half a million, so you''ll get a hundred. These two university lecturers, the lucky things, probably get a hundred and fifty apiece, but that''s only because most lecturers don''t stay. These days most immigrants get seventy five hectares, and at the moment crims get ten hectares after ten years of good behaviour.¡± ¡°So claim sizes go down as the population grows?¡± ¡°Yes. It''s seventy five hectares for people who come between half a million and the one million mark, then it''ll be fifty until it hits two million then it''ll drop to thirty hectares, and it''ll be there until four million. At which point we''ll have claimed something like one and a half percent of the planet''s surface.¡± ¡°I think a square kilometer sounds fine to me,¡± Chris said. ¡°Does to me too, especially if at least some of it is somewhere pretty.¡± ¡°Pretty?¡± Chris was taken aback. ¡°Well, Chris, I''m assuming that we''re going to get married. Tradition rather says that doesn''t happen until after you''ve harvested your first decent crop, by the way. At that point, my parents probably make noises about us moving into our own place. I''m guessing that''ll be on part of my claim, especially since I''ve been improving it. But planning for the future? Somewhere pretty would be my preference, somewhere we''d like to go on holiday to, which one day might be filled with spring flowers, or water falls, or one of the other wonders you get on this planet.¡± ¡°I''m guessing you''ve got more than a hundred hectares.¡± ¡°I''d be on their hit-list, yes, Chris. Except that Scaredy Jim''s statistics persuaded the council that they don''t mind people registering claims with several different names.¡± ¡°Different names?¡± ¡°Yes. I''m Evangeline Durrel. I''ve also got aliases of Eva, Angelica, Theodora and various others. All with different surnames, of course.¡± ¡°Does that mean that the council''s population count is wrong?¡± ¡°No. The council have a list of true names, just there''s no paperwork held by the council that links aliases to true names. I have pieces of paper that say those aliases are mine, and of course the official claim paperwork, which acknowledges that the named owner is an alias. All hidden somewhere very safe, I hope. Mars Corp just get the claim geometry and the name, so they know nothing.¡± ¡°So the finger was pointed at Mars Corp?¡± ¡°Or the shareholders. No one knows really knows, that''s the problem. But back to packing?¡± ¡°Yes. What about domes, tents, screamers, all those things we''re going to want as soon as we land?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Local products, priced in kilos.¡± ¡°Freeze-dried food rations?¡± Alice suggested. ¡°For the journey? Certainly. I''m pretty sure you could trade them once you get there, they''ll almost certainly get more valuable the longer you hold on to them, within reason. Don''t wait until they''re past their date, or the next influx arrives, of course. Or until people are getting their own harvests.¡± ¡°What about paper? Surely you don''t grow trees for it?¡± Chris asked. ¡°No. What we call paper on Mars is actually a plastic.¡± ¡°Oh, right. What did you mean about precision metalwork?¡± ¡°Pins, needles, small tools, zips, clothes fasteners, anything jewellery-like, a sewing machine, if you''ve got the luggage allowance.¡± ¡°Crochet hooks?¡± Alice asked, thinking of her mother''s sewing kit. ¡°Certainly.¡± ¡°What are you going to take, if it''s not a rude question?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Depending when we go and how much I can afford, a sewing machine, a knitting machine, cloth, pins, needles, thread, and so on. Clothes, and leather too.¡± ¡°A knitting machine?¡± Alice queried. ¡°It gets cold on Mars. We''ve got plastic factories and they make synthetic wool, but knitting it is just so time consuming. I saw a knitting machine, told my mum and she told me I had to buy one.¡± ¡°They make synthetic wool but not sewing thread?¡± ¡°Oh, they make it. It comes in black for ultra-violet proof, white for normal and glow-in-the-dark, for emergency repairs to a tent or a dome.¡± ¡°Oh, right. So would you recommend we get similar stuff?¡± ¡°Probably not. Well, there''s no reason not to, except luggage allowance.¡± ¡°What would you recommend we take?¡± ¡°If you''re going for good? Your treasures, memories, pictures, things you''ll miss if you don''t have them. Then see what else you''ve got space for. Cutlery, crockery, pots and pans. You can get cooking pots on Mars, but you''ll wish you''d brought them from home if you could have. The things I mentioned, yeah, they''re good for trade, and long term life, but you can do without.¡± ¡°What about pincers, pliers, screw-drivers, things like that?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Thanks for the reminder,¡± Evangeline said, making a note on her wrist unit. ¡°Screw-drivers and spanners are available, but pretty poor. It''s the specialist finishing, hardening, exact mixes of metals, that sort of thing we don''t really have.¡± ¡°This is all adding up,¡± Simon said. ¡°I know,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°The sooner we leave the better, really. My course is finished, Alice has enough to set her on the right track we hope. Chris, when did you say you''d be able to leave?¡± ¡°End of term is the seventeenth of June, graduation ceremony is the twentieth, in the morning. Provisional exam results are on Tuesday the seventh. I might get an oral exam any time until the fourteenth, and I only find that out on the seventh. So I can''t really guarantee I''m free until the fourteenth.¡± Alice looked up the schedule. ¡°There''s a colonist flight on the fourteenth, another flight on the fifteenth, no sorry that''s from the moon. On the seventeenth, there''s a tourist sprint. Hmm, then a gap for some reason, oh! There''s an unmanned cargo drone going. Then there''s a slow flight on the twentieth, and another on the twenty second, same cargo, and another on the twenty-fifth, which is ten percent less cargo, and after that it looks like each flight is twenty percent less. The cargo drone says passenger luggage in advance. What''s that? If you can''t leave earlier, you can split your ticket?¡± ¡°Yeah, they''ll take stuff for you earlier, but you don''t want to trust the cargo drone. They sometimes get glitched, and you only get your stuff after some tug has found it and chased it down. That could be five years or even longer. Its odd that the ship on the twentieth has the same cargo as on the twenty second. What are the ships called?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°The Jupiter and the Celestia respectively.¡± ¡°Oh wow! Celestia''s still flying? That''s the ship my Dad went out on. I''ve heard about the Jupiter. New, ultra-high tech, big big big ... My vote would be for the Celestia, even if not for Chris''s graduation.¡± ¡°Why?¡± This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡°Because I bet the engineer knows every little trick she might decide to play, and has her firmly under his thumb. The Jupiter''s too big, they''re getting greedy. Plus of course, the Celestia''s got a water jacket.¡± ¡°What''s that?¡± ¡°A swimming pool cum-radiation shield. The Jupiter''s got a shield made of something like tent material. Which is fine, as long as no one''s sewn it together wrongly. My opinion is it''s very hard to accidentally make a hole in the water of a swimming pool. Plus, according to my Dad, you can swim in it if you ask the captain nicely on a day when there''s no storms. No promises about that, though, the rules might have changed.¡± ¡°Probably,¡± Chris said, ¡°Swimming in space seems far too luxurious.¡± ¡°Dangerous might be a better term,¡± Simon corrected, and Evangeline agreed. ¡°Dad said it was very easy to get disorientated.¡± ¡°So, are we booking the twenty second?¡± Chris asked. ¡°I think so,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°But you have told your parents, haven''t you, Chris?¡± ¡°Yes. I also told them I might not make it to the graduation ceremony. They didn''t seem that bothered about that, but I think it would be nice.¡± ¡°What about you going to Mars?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Mum said, ''the moment I heard you say you''d met a girl from Mars, I knew you were going. That was my one hope, that you''d meet some nice sensible Earth girl and lose interest.'' Dad said ''good job yer brother''s not got ''is head in the clouds. He''ll look after the farm, I''m sure.''¡± Evangeline laughed, ¡°Does he really sound like that?¡± ¡°No, I toned it down for you. I expect he''ll be a bit mollified when I tell him I''m going to get a hundred hectares.¡± ¡°Land''s important to him?¡± ¡°The farm''s been in the family for centuries, Eva.¡± ¡°Then I might whisper to him how big my claim is, as long as he promises not to tell.¡± ¡°What and spoil his bragging rights?¡± ¡°Hmm. All right, we can tell him I got a hundred hectares by being born, each of our kids will get fifty on the same basis, and I stand to inherit some too. That much is going to be pretty obvious to everyone.¡± ¡°What is the average family size on Mars?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Four or five kids per couple is sort of normal.¡± ¡°Wow. You know it''s mostly one, or two here?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I''d heard. Anyone would think you were over-populated and short of land.¡± ¡°Not to mention that we got close to Venuforming the Earth.¡± Simon chipped in. ¡°Yeah. Alice, are you sure you''re ready to come? Simon''s let the youth group meet in his flat once or twice, I''ve seen Chris''s. They''re really ... I don''t know, like I''d expect for a new Martian.¡± ¡°What does that mean?¡± ¡°Basic. Functional, nothing that doesn''t do something, except maybe a picture of Mum, Dad or their pet dog, or something like that.¡± ¡°So what does an established Martian home look like?¡± ¡°This, I guess. Without so much lovely wood. But you''re talking mature second gen established.¡± ¡°Well, this was my childhood home. I own it. Simon and I guess Chris are in rented flats.¡± ¡°I guess that''s it. But... this is roots, you see? You''ve got roots here. And roots are hard to leave behind, ask any plant. And you''re still going to be working for an Earthling company. That''s even more roots.¡± ¡°You''re worried about me going?¡± ¡°Yeah, well, sort of. I think your plan is spot on, you being there, not just as a tourist, that''s really important if you''re going to get the interviews you want. But, yeah. Seeing this place reminds me of Wannas staring at their photos of their old homes.¡± ¡°You think I''m going to turn into a Wanna?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Not a real Wanna, because you''ve got the contract that says you can go home if you want to. But... I''m not sure you''re going to turn into a real Martian either, with all these roots here.¡± ¡°In about eight months, Hohhman-orbit ships leave, don''t they? With a cargo-mass of something like a metric tonne for a standard ticket.¡± ¡°More like nine months and half a tonne, but yeah.¡± ¡°What would you say if I told you I planned to sell this house, and stuff the contents onto a Hohhman ship?¡± ¡°I''d say you''d need a mighty big dome to fit it all in. Are you really?¡± ¡°It''s an option. It doesn''t do me any good here if I''m staying there, after all.¡± ¡°But would your company pay for that ticket?¡± ¡°Relocation expenses? I don''t know. They might go half and half. I was assuming that part of the price I got for selling the house would go to the ticket.¡± ¡°Wouldn''t that be a terrible wrench?¡± Evangeline asked. Alice gazed at her steadily. ¡°You''re right, there are memories here. Lots of them. Some are bad memories, some are good ones. I''ve never had to think seriously of moving before, but I''ve played with the idea: make a clean start, get away from the nightmares. But I wasn''t sure it would work and it just seemed like too much hassle. I think I''m more a people person than a thing person, but more than that, I''m a..., I don''t know, a principles person, if that makes sense. Truth matters, right and wrong matter, trust matters.¡± ¡°So me asking you not to publish the truth about the economy...¡± ¡°What would you say if I said I''m going to undermine it first?¡± Alice asked. ¡°You''re what?¡± Evangeline exclaimed. ¡°If I write about my experiments with hydroponics, then thinking people ought to realise that if nine thousand people a year start bringing enough nutrients to feed their plants for a year or two, without constantly panicking about their heap...¡± ¡°Then you''ll open the door for mass immigration,¡± Simon said. ¡°Mars Corp have probably been planning to say ''Hey your heap is great as a long term solution, but we''ve just remembered, the firsters did really well for the first few years with just chemical nutrients. You publishing it would just push forward the timetable.¡± ¡°And there''s plenty of the right chemicals in the soil,¡± Chris added, ¡°''Now we''ve got this super new chemicals plant coming on line, so just pick up bag of nutrients, a book of instructions, and farm you Jits.¡± ¡°New chemicals plant?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I hope they''re not making one,¡± Chris said. ¡°But I''m just extrapolating. There are loads of phosphates, nitrates, sulphates and the like on Mars.¡± ¡°Mars Corp are nothing if not detailed planners,¡± Evangeline added. ¡°And the big three shareholders want to forget all about independence and open the immigration floodgates.¡± Alice pointed out. ¡°I''m glad I''m not going to Mars alone, I can see this turning into a dangerous assignment.¡± ¡°How sure are you about that?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Them wanting to scrap the quota system? I need to protect my source, but I''m sure.¡± ¡°The quota was at least partly based on gloop production, you know. And that is limited by importing nutrients. I''d love to know if there''s been any changes in the gloop loops.¡± ¡°They''ve got the Jupiter, and three more giants being built.¡± Chris pointed out ¡°That''s a lot of nutrients.¡± ¡°If people came basically empty handed, except for food rations, then how many people would those ships carry each?¡± Alice asked. ¡°The Jupiter can deliver four hundred tonnes of cargo,¡± Chris said, ¡°If everyone was on a hundred kilo ticket... Four thousand? That''s crazy!¡± ¡°Hold on, there''s a ship going with something like three hundred and fifty tonnes of cargo plus passengers, and a there''s a cargo drone going? What are they taking?¡± ¡°New heavy-duty fertiliser plant?¡± Chris suggested. ¡°And / or loads of gloop feed,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°They are ramping up for mass migration, aren''t they?¡± ¡°Probably. Would that actually be a problem?¡± ¡°It means rapid changes.¡± She thought for a bit. ¡°Actually, what it probably means is they''re going to squash the Mars council.¡± ¡°Because the council represents the quota?¡± ¡°And the contract with the firsters,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°Oh man, I really wish I trusted the net to get this idea home in secret. But Mars Corp have probably got a quantum decoder to point at messages, haven''t they?¡± ¡°Almost certainly,¡± Simon agreed. ¡°They don''t want anyone smuggling anything.¡± ¡°So, either I take a risk, or we try to speak to the council quickly?¡± ¡°What can they do?¡± ¡°Currency change would be good,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°but otherwise? I don''t think anyone wants to turn the planet into a war zone. Mars Corp are already dropping comets on us, after all. All they need to do is say ''Oops something went wrong, sorry about the crater''.¡± ¡°So, we''re back to a public relations exercise," Simon said. ¡°Yes. If only there was some way of getting some of this public,¡± Chris said. ¡°Yeah,¡± Evangeline agreed. ¡°If I am having to learn patience, I don''t see why you youngsters shouldn''t.¡± ¡°You''re learning patience?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°One of my sins was related to impatience, corner cutting. Get to the story quickly.¡± ¡°Oh. I understand. I think.¡± ¡°No you don''t,¡± Alice said. ¡°But maybe you will one day.¡± Simon''s eyebrows almost disappeared at that. ¡°Trust is important, Simon. Evangeline has told her deadly secret, after all.¡± ¡°Well, yes.¡± ¡°So you trust Chris and me enough to tell me you''ve been cutting corners getting stories, but not enough to say how?¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Alice said. ¡°Deep dark sins there then,¡± Chris said. ¡°Now see what you''ve done,¡± Simon chided. ¡°You''ve made them imagine all the horrible things someone might do to get a story quickly, like bribe people, or break in to offices.¡± ¡°We could tell them that they''re not likely to guess,¡± Alice suggested, totally unrepentant. ¡°You''re winding up to tell them now.¡± he accused. ¡°I''m not sure. We could rely on the low probability that anyone believes me.¡± ¡°I did.¡± ¡°You had it proved to you.¡± ¡°And you just said you need to learn patience. And you''ve also claimed that you don''t trust easily.¡± ¡°I think that bit might be the old me.¡± she replied, then mentally asked, [can we think about this?] Simon nodded slightly. ¡°Do you have any idea what they''re talking about?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Oh it''s obvious,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°Simon knows about Alice''s big secret, it doesn''t seem to worry him much, so I guess it''s not that she drugged people into submission or tortured them. But for some reason he thinks it''s better not to share it.¡± ¡°And it''s something that can be proven, too.¡± Chris pointed out, ¡°So it must be something Alice knows how to do. So I''m guessing she can climb office blocks to listen at windows.¡± ¡°You''d get arrested for that sort of thing, wouldn''t you?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°I guess so. They''ve gone awfully quiet. Is it hypnotism? That''d be a good way of getting a story if it was real.¡± ¡°Eugh,¡± Alice said. ¡°No. Let me tell you some of the truth. Not all the details, but enough, OK?¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± ¡°I think its the right thing to do.¡± ¡°And what about Simon?¡± Evangeline asked. He shrugged. ¡°I think I understand her motives for telling you. There might not be a safe time to tell you, otherwise.¡± ¡°And you might need to know, and understand, and believe,¡± Alice added. ¡°But it might not fit comfortably with your theology, I don''t know.¡± ¡°Our theology?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Yes. When I was young, I don''t actually know how old, God gave me a spiritual gift. I still have it, in part. My sin was abusing it, using it for my purposes, not even accepting it was from God, and not honouring God with it. I''m not sure what your understanding is about spiritual gifts, but based on my experience they''re still around, and can be abused.¡± ¡°People with the gift of preaching might use it to feed their pride, or gain themselves a public following,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°Thank you. One of the reasons I hate lies so much is that I''m better than average at spotting them. When I use that gift, I can see what they''re trying to hide too.¡± ¡°You mean, like Peter confronting Ananias and Sapphira?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Maybe, I don''t know. I guess it''s possible,¡± Alice said. ¡°It''s there, available, I can use it. And most of the times I think of doing so, I mustn''t. But maybe, one day, I''ll tell you something I shouldn''t be able to know. And you might just have to trust me to be right.¡± ¡°Alice''s gift works on people,¡± Simon said, quietly. ¡°I have something similar that works on machines and people, but not in the detail Alice gets. I''d just be able to see someone''s being deceitful, or a machine isn''t trustworthy. I don''t need to use it to tell you''re really struggling to believe this, but it''s true.¡± ¡°Simon spotted that an I.D. reader had been tampered with last Friday.¡± Alice said. ¡°My contact in the police who we alerted says that she doesn''t know how Simon spotted it, but it was a good call. It had only grabbed ten people''s I.D.s, and the waiter hadn''t sold them to his underworld contacts yet.¡± ¡°That''s another thing we don''t really have on Mars,¡± Evangeline said, deliberately giving her mind to process this strange revelation, ¡°this whole I.D. network thing.¡± ¡°So how does it work? Paying for things, I mean?¡± ¡°Your wrist unit and a password. I log into my account, tell the processing plant to credit you. You get a message saying it''s arrived, sale completed.¡± ¡°Not so very different then,¡± Chris said. ¡°No.¡± ¡°And when someone buys stuff with earthling money, how does that happen?¡± ¡°Oh, that happens with I.D.s, but since it can be hours before confirmation comes through there''s a lot of trust involved too. How did you prove your gift to Simon, Alice? Got him to lie to you?¡± ¡°No. I don''t need someone to lie before I read his mind.¡± ¡°Alice!¡± Simon protested. He''d asked her not to say that. ¡°Well? That''s what I can do, isn''t it?¡± ¡°No. that''s like calling the gift of tongues ''speaking in gibberish''. It''s a crass characterisation of part of what God in his infinitely confusing wisdom has given you the gift of doing by his Spirit.¡± ¡°I think I might have offended him,¡± Alice told Evangeline in a stage whisper. Then added in normal tones, ¡°But Simon''s got a point. I thought of it as reading people''s minds for a long long time, and that wasn''t helpful.¡± ¡°And you''re sure this is from God?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Yes. If I''d not doubted that, then I''d probably never have gone away from Him.¡± ¡°You can really read minds?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Depends what you mean,¡± Alice said. ¡°Can I look up what you said to you mum the day you left Mars? Well now you''re thinking about it, probably. Before you heard me mention that? No. But I won''t look, not without justifiable and due cause. I abused it, using it for frivolous purposes, and God''s told me I need to learn patience.¡± ¡°How are you going to know you''ve got due cause?¡± Chris asked. ¡°I''m going to think it over with Simon, I expect.¡± ¡°Does convincing me you''re not taking the mickey count as a trivial reason?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Simon, help, please!¡± Alice asked. ¡°Why don''t you compromise?¡± he suggested. ¡°How?¡± ¡°Hold her hand.¡± ¡°But that''s.... Oh, OK.¡± ¡°''But that''s'' what?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Not officially part of the spiritual gift. At least according to someone who ought to know.¡± ¡°Who?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Someone else with the spiritual gift I spoke to a long time ago, when I was learning a bit about it.¡± ¡°So you''re going to prove you''ve got a spiritual gift by using something that''s not part of it?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± Alice grinned. ¡°But you probably don''t think I can do that, either.¡± ¡°What''s that?¡± ¡°Hear your thoughts.¡± ¡°Hold on, I thought you said that was your gift?¡± Evangeline said, in growing confusion. ¡°What I was told, is that there''s a natural ability some people have of hearing the thoughts of people they touch. There''s a spiritual gift of doing the same to anyone you think of listening in to, wherever they are, or if they''re close, getting a glimpse of what thoughts and memories and attitudes lie behind the thoughts that lie behind the thing you were just thinking.¡± ¡°And you can really do all that?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Not really. I did try it once or twice, a few years ago, to get a story. I had terrible dreams that night, woke up screaming, and couldn''t do that deep thing any more. I can still do the ''I don''t need to touch you'' bit. I used to get nightmares when I used that unworthily too. I want to only use it rightly, to be convinced that I''m using it properly. Like it says in Romans, if I''m not sure it''s not sin, then for me it is.¡± ¡°So, no demonstration.¡± Evangeline concluded. ¡°I don''t think so. If God says otherwise, I''ll let you know.¡± ¡°You think he might?¡± ¡°I don''t know. He said I could use it to talk to Simon, which I thought was a bit... common a use, but who am I to argue? It certainly made asking for Simon''s help with Samuel easier, and helps in ethics questions, so maybe that''s why.¡± ¡°You mean it''s two way?¡± Chris asked, fascinated. ¡°To some people, yes, ¡ª the ones who can hear thoughts, according to my old teacher. It''s a bit like holding hands, like I said.¡± ¡°So if I want a demonstration, I hold your hand?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°And think something you don''t mind me repeating aloud,¡± Alice said. Gingerly Evangeline held out her hand. ¡°Hey, I said something you don''t mind me repeating.¡± Alice rebuked her, Evangeline had been wondering what she ought to think of, and how she''d feel a complete Jit if she thought of inheriting over two thousand hectares from her grandad. Then she mentally swore at herself for thinking such a thing. ¡°What did she think of?¡± Chris asked. ¡°She wasn''t sure what to think of and thought what a Jit she''d feel like if she thought of how big her claim was. Then she thought ''what have I done?'' or words to that effect.¡± ¡°Thank you for editing that, Alice,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°both parts.¡± ¡°It''s my fault, I should have told you to think of a poem or something like that, shouldn''t I?¡± ¡°Urm yeah. Let''s let Chris have a go. Make sure you don''t think of your most embarrassing moment, Chris,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°I love you too, Eva,¡± Chris said, firmly sitting on his hands. ¡°Do I take it the demonstration worked?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Yes. Don''t misuse your gift for us, Alice.¡± ¡°I''ll try very very hard not to. Oh, there''s another part, again real needs only. I used to be able to spot people ¡ª by name or by categories. People trapped in an earthquake is the common example. I don''t know if I have that these days, and I''m pretty sure I''d not want to use it for something commonplace like a wandered off child who''s probably just round the corner.¡±
8pm, Saturday 21st May, 2270 ¡°Sue, I have a question for you,¡± Alice said. ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°You don''t happen to know anyone who''s looking for a house do you?¡± ¡°Your home?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Err, maybe. Are you thinking of selling or renting it?¡± ¡°Renting to start with, probably selling later on.¡± ¡°What''s the rent?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Who''s the tenant? I''m prepared to negotiate, depending how much I trust them.¡± ¡°Well, our office is going to move soon. Mick and I were thinking of looking for a house.¡± ¡°Here?¡± ¡°Yes, next month or two.¡± ¡°Maybe that''s why I had a sudden thought I should ring you then. We''re launching on the twenty second.¡± ¡°That''s certain?¡± ¡°My ticket has been booked and paid for, Evangeline''s told MarsCorp what flight she wants for herself and Chris, and Simon''s booked his flight on the basis of his invitation.¡± ¡°Oh wow, OK, that''s pretty certain isn''t it?¡± Sue agreed, ¡°So your house will be empty unless you find someone to rent it?¡± ¡°Yes. Are you thinking of buying or renting?¡± ¡°Our initial plan was to rent for a while, work out which part of town we want to be in, in terms of travel to the office, and so on, and then work out if we can get a mortgage.¡± ¡°Where''s your office going to be?¡± Sue told her, and Alice laughed. ¡°Were you thinking of a minimum travel time?¡± ¡°Minimum? Is it close?¡± ¡°Well, you''re not going to get fit walking there. Five minute''s walk, I''d guess.¡± ¡°Oh wow. Where''s your house?¡± ¡°Cromwell Road, if that means anything to you.¡± ¡°I think we parked there when we were looking at the office. Is that possible?¡± ¡°Very.¡± ¡°Beautiful houses, but far more than we can afford.¡± ¡°You''re thinking of the other end of the road, I expect. I live at the cheap end, but there''s a short-cut half way along. Sue, why don''t you come over for lunch tomorrow, and have a look.¡± ¡°You''re sure? We haven''t talked figures.¡± ¡°I know. I actually need to do some research before I do.¡± ¡°Oh, OK.¡± ¡°But if you don''t mind not using one of the bedrooms for the first half a year, then I''m pretty sure we can come to an agreement that suits everyone.¡± ¡°How many bedrooms are there?¡± ¡°Three and a half. You''ll see. You''re coming? Simon will be here too, strangely enough.¡± ¡°I can hardly refuse, can I? How are you getting on with each other?¡± ¡°We''ve agreed to be sensible this time around.¡± ¡°Since I don''t know what you talked about last time, that doesn''t help much. I presume last time was when you were finding out where his desk was?¡± ¡°Yes. I seem to remember we were talking about what time of year made the most sense for our wedding, if we really needed to wait until we both finished university, and how many children was a good number.¡± ¡°Wow.¡± ¡°Young and foolish is the appropriate analysis.¡± ¡°But... you''ve got that history, and it wasn''t just based on feelings, was it?¡± ¡°No. But nor was there any timing information. So maybe we''ll decide that actually we''ll just stay friends for the next couple of decades.¡± ¡°Do you think that''s likely?¡± ¡°That really depends on too many things, Sue.¡± ¡°Like how much you like life on Mars?¡± ¡°For instance. I''m not going to decided on selling before I know the answer to that one, by the way.¡± ¡°That sounds like good sense.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 11: Countdown

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2P.M. Friday, 10th June, 2270, International News Alice entered the editor''s office. ¡°You wanted to see me, Ed?¡± ¡°Yes. How are you doing with those Mars articles?¡± ¡°I''ve got drafts ready. My thought is they''re a bit rough in places. You want a look?¡± ¡°Please,¡± Ed said. She handed him the crystal. ¡°The last one''s password protected. You''ll see why.¡±
Magazine Article, Publication date: Mid June? Suggested graphics: Mars picture, map of Mars, subject to rights. Mars the mystery planet. Why don''t we hear more news from there? Does nothing news-worthy happen? Don''t people care about the brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles that have gone there? Is the communications lag really so bad? Come on my fellow reporters, show an interest! News stories used to get sent by physical mail, not so many years ago, it doesn''t take that long to get a message to Mars at any time of our orbits. Are we really so shallow that out of our gravity well, means out of mind? Or why don''t we hear more? It''s a mystery. The world''s governments spent a lot of money setting up that colony. Since then, individuals have mostly paid their own way, taking the big gamble. Some, of course, we''ve sent at no charge, just to get rid of them. But not many, not may at all, less that one percent, and guess what? The crime rate on Mars is really, really, low. So why do we think of Mars as some kind of nineteenth century penal colony? It''s a mystery. The big Mars Corp domes are engineering marvels, providing temperature-controlled accommodation for thousands. But have you looked at the latest Mars Map in detail? There are hundreds of thousands of family domes, clustered in what we might as well call villages and towns. Far more Martians live in family domes than the big Mars Corp ones. Why don''t we ever think of them, when we think of people living on Mars? It''s a mystery. Many people have an image of people on the edge of starvation, unsure if their next harvest will fail. But Mars Corp has a massive hydroponics system which provides nutritious food for everyone who''s prepared to do a couple of hours a day community service, mostly building domes for the next batch of arrivals. So why do we think people are border-line starving? It''s a another mystery, but I think I might know the answer: have you noticed whenever a reporter goes to Mars, it''s for a ''quick'' tourist trip? How many colonists actually take the tourist trip flights? Well, this year there have been some, trying to guarantee that they arrive before the population hits a million, and so secure themselves a bigger claim. Normally they take a longer trip in the interest of taking more cargo with them. Tourists take their dehydrated food with them, tourists go on excursions to Olympus Mons and various other tourist spots. Between trips, they stay in the university accommodation, while the students are enjoying some time with their families or earning a bit of cash loading and unloading cargo. Some tourists sometimes venture into one of the big domes, and meet people who have decided to stay in the big dome rather than move into a village, or who have not done well enough to do so. So... how many established, successful Martians have my intrepid reporter friends actually met? I asked a couple, their answer was ''not as many as I''d have liked''. Do people on Earth get an accurate view of life on Mars? Not another mystery! One last topic: where do we get our information, our prejudices, and our assumptions from? Travel reporting which seems to necessarily avoid most people who live on the planet? Rumour? Fictional accounts? Political speeches? Hmm. Do I trust those sources? Do you? When I see this many mysteries, it worries me. Is someone hiding the truth?
Magazine Article, Publication date: Mid June? Suggested graphics: Mars map with claim boundaries, claim size bar-chart. According to the publicly accessible Mars Corp database of claims, Mick E. Mouse owns what looks suspiciously like a ski-slope on Olympus Mons. Curious I. Tee owns a patch of Mars that contains the Pathfinder robot''s landing site. Violet King owns a number of places on Mars, where the Viking landers touched down. Hi Vi and Curious, if you''re reading this, I respect you for your obvious concern for your planet''s history, but won''t you or your descendants want to farm your claim sometime? My first reaction to learning this, was that someone is obviously having a joke. So, who''s laughing? According to my source, no one really. On Mars, you don''t ask someone how big their claim is; it''d be like asking someone how much money is in their bank account. But everyone''s claim is recorded, mapped, and on a searchable database. An individual''s right to privacy verses openness. Who wins? Well in this case, it was privacy. Firstly, I should say that Mars Corp does not administer claims, it merely keeps a copy of them. Claim administration is a function of the Mars Council, an elected body who serve as the civil service and legislature of Mars, and the definitive record is on paper (actually a type of plastic). Computer records are viewed with suspicion, due to past experience with radiation problems. An individual has the right to register an alias at one office of the Mars Council. A registered alias can then be used to register a claim. A claim may also be exchanged for any identically sized piece of unclaimed Mars, for a nominal administration fee. So, suppose you help solve a crime and are given a reward of five hectares. You could put that claim in your own name, but perhaps you don''t want it to be known that you got your neighbour arrested, so you register an alias, let''s say Don Duck. You take your newly printed alias certificate to the claims office and they record that Don Duck (alias 897495) owns that land. Then you walk out of the claims office with a claim certificate and keep it safe. If you lose it you can get a new one, as long as you''ve got your alias certificate. Your alias certificate you keep very very safe, because that''s the only link between you and that claim. The aliases office records the names and number of aliases, not who owns them. That only goes on the certificate. Actually, I''ve over simplified. The alias certificate is in two parts. The part you take to the claims office doesn''t say what your name is, that goes on the other part. Is someone hiding the truth? Clearly. Are there dark and sinister motives? No, just like us, the people of Mars value their freedoms and their privacy. You might have noticed that I didn''t talk about buying or selling claims. There''s a reason for that. Land on Mars is available for sale, from the Mars Council: the going price is ten grams of on-planet gold per hectare. Private sales are required to observe the same fee, to protect people''s inheritance. There is no requirement that you be a permanent resident of Mars to buy land, but you must be physically there and physically pass over the gold in the presence of the council. Purchase through a proxy is not permitted, and only individuals can own land: even Mars Corp has no ''claim'' on Mars, merely installations. A question occurred to me, while talking to my source. Why, if everyone gets a claim on arrival based on how they get there, don''t tourists get one? The answer is quiet simple, actually. Anyone who is on Mars and has no claim can apply for one, normally that''s on landing, with big queues. Settlers think of applying as a high priority, tourists have the right to apply, just most don''t.
Magazine Article, Publication date: Late June? Suggested graphics: Claim size vs date? Maybe overlay with death rates per thousand (include some figures from Earth nations too?). Last time I mentioned that the claim size depended on the method of arrival. It''s quite complex, actually. Have you been invited? If so, what is the effective date on your invitation certificate? Did you pay for your trip? When did you apply for a claim, what was the population at the end of the day before your claim was submitted? Or have you been sent as a criminal? (I''ll deal with the criminal justice system on Mars a little later). Why, you might ask, is there a link between population size and claim size? Risk and reward are the answer. People arriving now are not taking much of a risk at all. There''s a functioning society, a lot of things we take for granted on Earth are now available, and so on. It didn''t used to be that way at all. Twenty years ago, even, there was local production of plastic sheeting and thread, and what the Martians call paper, but no production of what we''d call cloth. Some people wove the thread ¡ª on home-made looms. Some spent a lot of time and effort picking apart garments once they''d deteriorated too far to be patched, in order to re-spin the thread. Now, there''s a Mars Corp plant producing acrylic yarn, and another one which is producing polyester cloth. Natural fibre cloth is still in big demand. Standards of living have increased, in other words. Let me make it clear, there are people on Mars who were deported as criminals, but very few, about a hundred a year at the moment, and it''s never been more than five percent of the number of immigrants. A criminal can only live in a Mars Corp dome. A criminal can grow their own crops, but only within the one of the big Mars Corp farming domes, where they maybe get a tenth of a hectare to farm. A criminal who offends on Mars has their sentence increased for minor offences, or their eventual claim reduced, for more serious offences. After ten years of good behaviour, a deported criminal, a crim in local parlance, is deemed to have reformed, and is free to live as any other Martian, albeit with a claim of only ten hectares, far smaller than anyone else. Mars, where so much of independent life depends on your ability to farm, has a unique system of punishments. For petty offences: fines are usually given as an amount of compost (actual, not virtual), or for more significant crimes (such as interfering with the terraforming process by harvesting the lichen which is just gaining a foothold in some places) someone''s topsoil might be confiscated, effectively returning someone to the jit state of life. If they''re already a jit, then other penalties might apply. An action that endangers life is usually punished by different levels of ''exposure'', which is to say abandonment a set distance from safety, with no safety gear beyond a breather. A twenty kilometer exposure is not usually fatal, but a three hundred kilometer exposure - the prescribed punishment for deliberately breaching a dome or sabotaging someone''s safety gear in a visible manner ¡ª usually would be. Murder or attempted murder, which is taken to include hard-to-detect sabotage of safety gear, carries a death sentence. The death sentence is administered by the simple process of exposure (at a certain cliff, away from the tourist route, near the foot of Mount Olympus) without a breather. Don''t offer to take any Martian to Mount Olympus, it''s not a romantic spot, it''s a dead, useless place and you''re offering to abandon them in their time of greatest need. So, who decides if someone''s guilty? On Mars, there are two deciding bodies: the Council, and the Martians. The council decides in the first instance and in the event of an appeal, Martians ¡ª that is to say those who''ve survived on the planet for more than a year, are not a crim, are not a jit (short for idjit, or idiot) ¡ª can vote in a modified referendum on the case. I say modified, because all votes are not equal. In the event that the popular vote is closer than than seventy-thirty either way, then a second ballot is held, in which all claim holders (individuals and aliases) can vote and the size of claims is taken into account. This applies both to determination of guilt and sentencing, and in fact the same rules apply to any referendum on Mars. In this way, the influence of longer-established Martians is taken into account, as laid out in the founding contract. The ten percent of the population who have been on Mars more than forty years hold twenty five percent of the vote, and another twenty five percent of the vote is held by the twenty percent who came or were born in the following ten years. This is part of life on Mars: if you''re new, you''re a jit. If you''re past the jit stage, maybe you''ve got something to say, but not as much as people who''ve been there years. This attitude pervades the Martian culture, it means that a teenage Martian is listened to more than a newly arrived forty-year old. And on that hostile planet, where going somewhere without your safety gear means that you''re not only a jit, you might soon be a dead jit, listening to local teenagers makes a lot of sense: they know what they''re talking about.
Just in case article, Est. Publication date: none I left for Mars with three questions firmly in my mind: could I get to the bottom of this story? Could I find people willing to step forward and take the risk of saying Mars Corp has deliberately misled the solar system? I''m sure they have, the evidence is all there, it''s just there are too many bits missing to publish it. The third was more personal: could I really make the change, and turn into a Martian? If you''re reading this article, I guess that point is irrelevant now. Let''s look at the evidence I was able to dig up before I left. 1. Mars Corp used to display the whole text of the contract with the first colonists, then they cut out the final two clauses, dealing with voting rights on the Mars Corp board and independence for the colony. 2. Mars Corp have never had complete records of the Martian population. Population statistics comes from the Martian Council. 3. Mars Corp informed the U.N. that they have no records of descendants of the first colonists (disingenuous ¡ª they have no records of anyone''s descendants). 4. Claims to Mars territory, since the establishment of the Martian Council (ten years after founding), cannot be willed to friends, only descendants or spouses. Claims inherited from one spouse cannot be willed to another. 5. Under the contract, the first colonists had initially held their claim in a common pot ¡ª the early fatalities meant that the initial claims of the survivors were greater, not that the 500000 Ha of the combined claim of the first colonists was reduced. 6. Death of a claim holder with no heirs invalidates their claim. The combined total area of claims thus invalidated amounts to approximately 2300 Ha. Alias claim documents cannot be easily invalidated, as there is the potential that no one knows who the owner was, and thus they remain valid for a hundred years after their last revalidation. (They may be revalidated at any time.) 7. At a recent referendum, the turn-out represented 99% of all claims on Mars. The 500000 Ha of the first colonists represents 5% of all claims on Mars. Even if all the 1% of claims not represented in the referendum were alias claims previously registered by the first colonists or their descendants, we must conclude that 80% or more of the first colonist claims are held by live individuals ¡ª descendants of the first colonists. It must be the case then, that the ''forgotten'' clauses of the colonisation contract are still valid. According to those clauses, the descendants of the first colonists should now control fifty one percent of votes on the Mars Corp board, and in less than nine years time, Mars Corp loses it''s monopoly on trade with a newly independent Mars, which should have a seat at the United Nations, etc. etc. The United Nations, through Mars Corp, has made promises. If these promises are reneged upon, then the rot in our world-order is far far deeper than I suspected. It is obvious to me that, at some level of Mars Corp, somone knows that the public are being misled. The shareholders certainly stand to profit from continuing with the status quo and forgetting those promises were ever made. You see, based on some other information I''ve picked up on the way, Mars Corp runs at a huge profit, and I think I can guess why. I''ve held off publishing what follows, but I worked it out before I left. If you''re reading this, then I''m dead and it might have been a factor in my cause of death. I still don''t know if it''s responsible journalism to publish it, even in that case. If this causes the Martian economy to irreversibly collapse, I''m really really sorry. But it''s the truth as I know it. It''s cheap to make things on Mars. Very very cheap. Mars Corp tell people everywhere that the Martian currency is based on the cost of importing biological material to feed compost heaps. But what are the costs /to Mars Corp/ of importing anything? Mars Corp own the ships, and the ships are going to travel anyway, for the lucrative exports from Mars. The fuel is water, processed by Mars Corp''s fusion reactors and Mars Corp''s terraforming department knows all about getting hold of large quantities of water in space. Just like for the sailing ships of the olden days, there''s hardly any real cost to Mars Corp for adding an extra tonne of cargo to a ship which isn''t fully laden. Once Mars Corp have put in some (paying) volume-hungry human cargo, and expensive paid-for cargo, whatever else goes on the ship travels for whatever price the accountants decide to move from one column of Mars Corp''s books to another. So the cost to Mars Corp of paying their workers, up to a certain limit, is not very great at all. Only when they start having to refuse other cargo does shipping plant material to Mars actually cost them something beyond some additional wear and tear on ship''s engines. Do Mars Corp ever refuse cargo? Yes, but not very often. But the news for the Martian economy is worse; according to a copy of the export records that I obtained, Mars Corp don''t seem to actually export much compost material or other plant material at all, other than seeds. So how do they pay their workers on Mars? Do they juggle to recipe for processed bio-waste, in order to return only a fraction of the material deposited? Effectively robbing Peter to pay Paul? Or do they use surplus production from their hydroponic production system to feed the bio-reactors directly? They''d need far less mass or volume to transport fertiliser for hydroponics than the dead plant matter they claim to import. In either case, the Martian currency must actually be worth far less than Mars Corp claim. No wonder production costs on Mars are so low. No wonder Mars exports so much, even when transport costs are included. The Martian population are effectively working for the sort of exploitative non-wages that have been made illegal on Earth ¡ª when Mars Corp agree to pay someone a wage on Mars, they are doing so with the help of an accounting miracle that turns straw into gold, or glass beads into ten times their weight in gold. The construction work for the big domes represents the labour of current big-dome-dwellers, who are given the option of working a few hours a week ''community service'' for their food or starving. Is that just fair rent, or something exploitative? I don''t know. Work on Mars pays in Martian currency, which Mars Corp effectively admit as valueless, as they only allow tickets to be purchased using Earthling money. So, practically speaking, once you''re on Mars then unless you''re part of a very successful family able to sell surplus food, or have friends back on Earth to pay for your ticket home, you can''t leave. Mars Corp don''t want people to leave Mars, that would mean less people working for them for practically nothing. They also want to continue running their monopoly, it''s a very lucrative way of doing business. Have I just described a kind of slavery or serfdom? I don''t know. Do you need to know that''s your position for it to be true? Maybe the major shareholders like the regular extra income for their national budgets too, not to mention the thought that one day far higher numbers of people could be sent to work on Mars also. Clearly, this situation of forgotten promises and paying the Martian workers in monopoly money is not the effort of just one individual, but has been sustained policy of Mars Corp for decades. It is, of course, possible that some of the current directors don''t fully realise it, but they certainly perpetuate it. The shareholders, of course have the role of holding the board to account. But, Mars Corp''s shareholder meetings are not only closed to the press and general public, but also the shareholders cannot approach the press about what goes on in them without forfeiting their shares. Are some of the shareholders unhappy about what''s going on in the organisation? Almost certainly. Can they risk telling that to a journalist, even secretly? Almost certainly not. To my mind, this whole web of secrecy ought to mean Mars Corp earns a negative score on the international transparency index. We must presume that the majority of the votes cast by shareholders are in favour of the current model. To my mind, the exploitation of the hopes and dreams of a million people ought to mean the following: the voting rights of the descendants of the first Martians, promised so many years ago, ought to be granted; the voting rights of the current shareholders who have concurred in this abuse be suspended and the board of the corporation be metaphorically pushed out of the airlock. Maybe me knowing this has meant I''ve been pushed out literally. But anyway, by accident or design, I''m not going to be around to see that happen. May God intervene to put an end to this oppression, and bring freedom to the captives on Mars.
Ed looked at Alice. ¡°Wow, Alice. I hope you''re keeping that crystal safe.¡± She shook her head. ¡°I think that''s you job now, Ed.¡± ¡°Do you have a copy?¡± ¡°Sort of.¡± ¡°Sort of?¡± ¡°I''ve given an encrypted version to some people I know, with instructions of what to do if I end up dead.¡± ¡°And you don''t think I need to know who.¡± it was a statement. ¡°Do you think you might need to?¡± ¡°You''re accusing Mars Corp of some pretty high crimes here, so... probably not, no.¡± ¡°The plan, just so you know, is that my death triggers a countdown. You publish sufficient that it looks like the regime on Mars will be changed, then nothing else happens. If you don''t, then the people I know assume that you''re being leaned on too. Some will send it to the authorities, some will send it to our competitors, world wide. The files are encrypted differently, so that a binary match won''t find them.¡± ¡°You''re trusting your friends with the password and file?¡± ¡°No. Some people will publish the password, others the file. And mostly it''s not friends. Contacts might be a better term, friends of friends.¡± ¡°So, if someone threatens us, I can mention hydras. Thank-you. You''ve thought this through, obviously.¡± ¡°I''ve tried to, and I''ve had help,¡± Alice said, and she heard him decide he was going to ask something that had been bugging him. ¡°I''ve got a question for you though, Alice.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°About a month ago, you said that you''d cheated, and not always had sources. What did you mean?¡± ¡°Oh, that. I meant exactly what I said, Ed.¡± ¡°You''re not telling me that you''ve been illegally bugging people, have you?¡± ¡°No.¡± she shook her head, ¡°There are no laws against the way I cheated. Well, not human ones.¡± ¡°You were listening to demons?¡± ¡°No, Ed.¡± She looked at him curiously. ¡°How strong is your faith in established scientific fact, Ed?¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°How firmly do you believe that humanity know just about everything there is that can be discovered, that there are no great new world-changing discoveries left, now that we''ve got forcefields, fusion, and a colony on Mars?¡± Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. ¡°You mean, do I believe in miracles?¡± ¡°No. I mean do you subscribe to the ''there must be a reason for everything in fairy stories'' camp, or to the ''fairy stories are just silly rubbish to scare kids into behaving properly''.¡± ¡°I''m really getting lost, here, Alice.¡± ¡°Well, answer the question then.¡± ¡°But... where does it lead?¡± ¡°It helps me make a decision.¡± ¡°About what?¡± Ed asked, confused. ¡°Whether I decide to satisfy your curiosity,¡± Alice said, ¡°or leave you being bugged by what under the sun I was talking about.¡± ¡°I''m still lost.¡± ¡°So tell me about scientific proof versus myth.¡± ¡°Oh. Reproducible cause and effect, experiments driving out myth, the triumph of logic over fear. But God isn''t amenable to experiments, so you can''t prove or disprove Him.¡± ¡°Good answer. I''m not very amenable to experiments either, and if you tell anyone then I''ll laugh at you just as hard as anyone else. Hold one end of that metal pen of yours you love fiddling with, and think of a nursery rhyme.¡± Totally confused, he nevertheless obeyed. She reached out and touched the end of it. ¡°Over the hills and a great way off,¡± Alice said, ¡°I think I''ve just blown your top-knot off. No demons, no magic, just a rare human ability that lies behind the stories. No one believes in mind-reading, Ed. Especially not when people who can do it very sensibly refuse to come forward to scientifically prove there ought to be a witch-hunt. I hear decisions that affect me, I hear people I''m interviewing think ''I hope she doesn''t ask about such and such.'' If I touch skin or skin-metal-skin, I don''t just hear decisions. I can''t really turn it off, either, not for long. But if I go out of my way to listen to someone''s thoughts... joke around before an interview to get them to think of what they want me to avoid asking, that''s definitely cheating, isn''t it? Probably a very unethical thing to do.¡± ¡°But you''re going to laugh if I tell anyone,¡± Ed said, repeating Alice''s words. ¡°Of course, Ed. Just who collected the mushrooms you had for lunch, and do you think you might need to see a doctor?¡± she asked in a concerned voice. ¡°Time and time again it''s been scientifically proven that it''s all just a trick.¡± ¡°Well, that''s quite a trick, Alice. Very convincing.¡± ¡°Now you know the big secret. Take scientists with a pinch of salt when they say something can''t happen, they''re not speaking from the point of view of divine knowledge.¡± ¡°Alice, you''re astounding! Thanks for telling me, it can''t have been an easy decision. Urm, not that I''m planning to pass this on, any idea how rare an ability you have?¡± ¡°No, sorry. I''ve not met many people who can do it, though.¡± ¡°You''d recognise them?¡± ¡°No guarantees, but I know what to look for.¡± ¡°I presume your boyfriend ¡ª his name''s Simon, right? ¡ª knows you can do this?¡± ¡°He does, yes.¡± ¡°Well, I won''t pry. You''ve not thought of saying ''Hi'' to the Institute for the Human Mind, have you?¡± ¡°Not for more than thirty seconds, no. The director is under standing orders that would mean they''d be desperate to employ me, and where would my career be then, eh?¡± ¡°Fair enough. Oh, on the topic of your career, you''re taking the week off next week.¡± Alice was surprised. ¡°I am?¡± ¡°Yes. These articles are plenty good enough, I think, and I can''t send you off on a multi-year assignment without giving you time to pack. The union would hang me out to dry.¡± ¡°I am mostly packed already.¡± ¡°I''m sure. But still, have a break, Alice. You''re going into a life-threatening situation, with no clear exit plan, after all.¡± ¡°I''ve got a very clear exit plan, Ed.¡± Alice contradicted him. ¡°If I die, then I know where I''m going. But... can I ask your advice?¡± ¡°Sure.¡± ¡°Two things. One is I''m really not sure I should have put the stuff in that report which is pretty likely to destroy the Mars economy. Is it responsible?¡± ¡°I think you need it to drive the point home,¡± Ed said. ¡°Mars doesn''t really need to supply free labour to the solar system, after all.¡± ¡°No, of course not.¡± ¡°But that is the only bit that your report ruins, surely? There''s no way that people will want to stop growing food there, and for all your hydroponic plans, long-term you''re going to need compost.¡± ¡°OK. Right, next question: I''m pretty sure Simon''s planning to ask me to marry him.¡± ¡°Congratulations. Why is that a question? You told me last month that you''d likely be engaged before you left.¡± ¡°Is it too fast? Should I tell him to not be impatient?¡± ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°I think we don''t know each other well enough, but I''m also certain that we''ll marry one day.¡± ¡°You can''t be certain about things like that, surely, Alice?¡± ¡°About ten days before my parents died, God told me that I''d marry him. Then I got awfully confused, as you know, and broke off contact entirely. We didn''t recognise each other at all when we met this time around. So yeah, we''re getting on well, and we''re going to marry one day, but there''s a lot of getting to know each other we need to do first.¡± ¡°God told you? How?¡± Ed asked. ¡°Yes. Well, sort of. Don''t spread this around, not even to Simon. Promise?¡± ¡°My lips are sealed,¡± Ed said, shaking his head in wonder. ¡°Well, I asked God where the man was who''d father my children. In reply I got this vision, that he was in Simon''s house, upstairs, in his bedroom. I called him and we were phone-friends until I had my ''everything I thought was from God is from the devil'' crisis.¡± ¡°How did you get his number?¡± ¡°Hmm... got myself into this position, didn''t I?¡± ¡°What position?¡± ¡°Ed, ''phone-friends'' is a good analogy, but it''s not the literal truth. Just like my telling you how I cheated is not the whole truth. I don''t know if I need to tell you, I don''t know if you need to know. Can we leave it at that for the moment? Me being far from God... that''s something that really shouldn''t have happened, given how active he''s been in my life, and it''s left me pretty uncertain about some things.¡± ¡°Sounds like I ought to be praying for you.¡± ¡°Please do, Ed.¡± ¡°You''re having doubts?¡± ¡°Not about God. More about my own judgement. Hence the earlier question about how I ought to react if Simon does propose. One of the great things about Simon is that I can talk to him about anything. For instance I''d happily talk to him about whether I give you the full disclosure bit. But I can''t very well ask for his advice about accepting his proposal, can I?¡± ¡°Well, you could. But if you''re certain you''re going to marry him some time, why not accept but say you''re going to have a long engagement?¡± ¡°Because I don''t want to tie my hands like that. I don''t want to say that I''m not going to marry him for another two years; I might decide I know him well enough by the time we get to Mars.¡± ¡°Didn''t you tell me that lots of couples on Mars don''t marry until he''s had a proper harvest?¡± ¡°Yes. But in some ways he already has: he was one of those kids that constructed his own little mars soil experiments, only his parents had the space for him to do it on a proper scale, with about half a ton of sand. I''ve seen the photo of his harvest.¡± ¡°Sounds like he knows what he''s letting himself in for, then. In terms of Mars, I mean.¡± ¡°As well as he can, yes.¡± ¡°As for getting to know you, well, I''ve been married for most of your life and we''re still learning things about each other. So if you let imperfect knowledge bar you from marriage, then you''ll never do it. What do you want to do, Alice?¡± ¡°Emotionally? You know me, Ed! Risk? It''s fun! I want to throw caution to the wind and marry him before we go, but that''s not sensible, and we''ve agreed to be sensible this time round.¡± ¡°You''re going to be undergoing a lot of changes.¡± ¡°I know. So having almost two months of getting used to married life doesn''t sound like quite such a silly idea, does it? It''d also let his parents and sister to come to the wedding.¡± ¡°I thought you were trying to ask how to let him down gently.¡± ¡°That too. And how to convince myself not to ask him.¡± ¡°Alice, you''re amazing. So, should I be keeping Saturday week free?¡± ¡°Maybe. Or Monday or Tuesday. We don''t fly off until Wednesday, after all.¡± Ed considered what he''d planned to get Alice to do before she left. None of it was really very important. ¡°It''ll be easier for your guests to come on the Saturday, and it''ll give you some time for a couple of days honeymoon. I don''t imagine there''s much privacy on-board.¡± ¡°Hey... that''s right!¡± Alice said, excitedly. ¡°If we''re willing to switch to a shared room, then we might get to take more cargo.¡± ¡°Might?¡± ¡°People pay better than cargo, which makes good sense, but the ships are limited by mass and space. A double room is only fifty percent larger than a single, only needs one bed, and so on, which is why a double ticket costs less. If they run out of space, but have cargo to spare, which is more likely on an old ship like the Celestia, then swapping two singles to a double can make them a nice extra bit of profit. As a thank-you they''ll let you take an extra chunk of luggage. I must read up on how much.¡± ¡°You''d have stuff you wanted to take?¡± ¡°Yes. Simon''s got his luggage all organised, but I''ve got a house-full of stuff I''d like to take. Not to mention my mum''s wedding dress, unless, of course, I get married sooner....¡± ¡°Alice, are you trying to convince me that there are logical reasons to marry Simon after only knowing him for a month, or do you just want me to tell you it''ll be a disaster?¡± ¡°It will, won''t it?¡± ¡°If you were on Earth, almost certainly. But on the other hand, I imagine that starting off on a new planet with the wedding out of the way might make life easier in some respects ¡ª you won''t have the stress of finding out that you need some paper you left here to satisfy the marriage laws, for instance. The whole thing is going to be terribly stressful, you realise. Going to Mars, I mean, let alone regime change and sorting out your love-life.¡± ¡°About the regime change....¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Have you heard anything about my proposal for a more Martian-friendly model of funding?¡± ¡°Didn''t you get copied on the message?¡± ¡°Not that I noticed.¡± ¡°Hmm. They probably wanted me to tell you. Basically, it''s proposal accepted. Whit Holder will be writing to you about details, but you''re going to negotiate with the guys there, preferably for Earth cash, assuming they''ve got an account. If not then we might have a problem. Roughly equivalent to starting freelancer rates unless someone''s really good. If they are, then get them to sign an exclusive deal, and we''ll pay better, Whit will let you know how that works. Hopefully the Martians won''t mind that we''re paying in Earthling cash, since it''s extra revenue, and you won''t want to pay them in biomass, I presume.¡± ¡°Not from my compost heap, no.¡± ¡°So, even though we know that it''s monopoly money for Mars Corp, we''re prepared for our output there to be paid for in Martian currency, and you''re going to need to work out how to set up a heap of appropriate sites. Get us an income on Mars, and maybe you can pay some of the guys there in biomass eventually, or whatever the Martian currency evolves into. You''re going to need to work out how to set up a company there, I presume. Are you really sure you don''t mind putting your big story on hold?¡± ¡°I''m not putting it on hold, Ed. I''m proposing that I build up contacts in the local scene. If I interview people for that as soon as I''m off the ship, then I fully expect to get the blank wall that Whit got on Luna. I need to build up some cred amongst people who are convinced Mars Corp or the shareholders are out to kill them. I''m also going to be adding my voice, once I''ve got one, along with the evidence of my hydroponic buckets, to the debate against sticking with biomass.¡± ¡°Once you''ve got a voice?¡± ¡°I''m going to be a jit for the first year, Ed. That''s another reason for marrying soon, of course.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because my work-load is only going to get worse, I expect, when I switch from contact-building to bringing about a nice gentle revolution.¡± ¡°You think it will be gentle?¡± ¡°I think, once I write about my experiments, then quite a lot of the next wave of immigrants will follow suit. I''m not planning on cutting my hair off, either; it might well be toxic, anyway,¡± she looked critically at the dyed locks that framed her face, and continued. ¡°So the whole ''how healthy is your compost heap'' thing is going stop being nearly so important. Between my publishing and them arriving, the whole biological basis for the electronic economy ought to have drifted away. That bit is going to be gentle, I hope. As for the board....¡± She draw her finger across her throat. ¡°You revolutionary, you.¡± ¡°Big risk taker, aren''t I? Are you and Regina free on Saturday week?¡± ¡°We will be if you invite us, yes.¡± ¡°Great.¡± ¡°And if you do end up getting married, then I fully expect you to take some of your annual leave having a couple of day''s honeymoon before you fly. Go on, talk it through with Simon.¡± Alice grinned, and practically danced out of the office.
5.30pm, Friday. ¡°Alice!¡± Simon said, rising to meet her, as she entered his office. ¡°Ed''s given me all of next week off, and I needed to talk to the professor again before I go. That''s done, and since I was so close I thought I ought to come and say hello.¡± ¡°I''m very glad you did.¡± he kissed her offered cheek. ¡°I have news: I''m getting baptised on Sunday.¡± ¡°Excelent!¡± ¡°I also a very serious question for you.¡± she said. Her eyes were sparkling. ¡°I''m yours to command.¡± ¡°Oh good.¡± she exclaimed and kissed him. ¡°What''s the question?¡± Simon asked. ¡°When are you thinking of proposing?¡± ¡°Isn''t that supposed to be a surprise?¡± ¡°Yes. But I''ve had the suspicion over the past few days that you''re gearing up to it, and I was wondering how I ought to respond. I talked it through with Ed today, and if you leave it too late, then what I think is my preferred response won''t work. If you''re not thinking of proposing in the next ten days then fine, it doesn''t matter. Just... if you are, then I''ve got another Alice dilemma for you to help me think through.¡± ¡°Should I be scared?¡± ¡°Hmm. I don''t promise not to bite, but I''ll try hard not to hurt when I nibble.¡± ¡°I am so reassured,¡± he said. ¡°What''s the dilemma?¡± ¡°I don''t want you to make you think I''m forcing your hand, Simon,¡± Alice said. ¡°Good. I''m curious about the dilemma though.¡± ¡°Before I talked to Ed, I saw a number of different responses, varying from the entirely sensible to the entirely Me, but talking to Ed''s helped me to realise that there are a number of positive aspects to the entirely Alice option, and a number of negative ones to what outwardly seems the entirely sensible one, and that the slightly silly, slightly sensible ones are a bit of a compromise without so much to say in their favour.¡± ¡°Ah. Do I take it that your preferred response has Alice written all over it?¡± ¡°It''s always best to true to yourself, isn''t it?¡± ¡°I don''t know.¡± ¡°You don''t?¡± ¡°I mean, we''d agreed to be very sensible this time round, didn''t we?¡± ¡°How is that working for you?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I can do the being sensible thing, it''s OK. I don''t want to scare you off.¡± ¡°You won''t,¡± Alice said firmly. ¡°Not even if I have crazy ideas?¡± ¡°What, like giving up your life here for a life of adventure on a new planet?¡± Alice laughed. ¡°I might regret this...¡± ¡°I''ll try to make sure you don''t. ¡° ¡°Will you marry me, Alice?¡± ¡°I thought we''d settled that a decade ago? Of course I will, Simon. As to when... I hope it''s not a sin to mislead your pastor, but I told him I''d not talked to you yet but was thinking it might be nice to have a good-bye party for friends at church next weekend. Therefore, I know he''s free on Saturday week and so is the church hall. Before you decide I''ve gone totally crazy, I''d like to point out that it means I can wear the wedding dress my mum kept for me, it means your parents and Sue and Mick can all celebrate with us. You know your mum was hurt at the idea of missing your wedding. It means that we can either swap our two single tickets for a double and have chance at extra cargo, or have one cabin as a study and one as a bedroom, which also sounds nice. It means we don''t face the temptations of being deeply in love with too much spare time on our hands. It means that we don''t have to decide where to put our claims and then swap them around later, but can work on them together. You''ve already had your first harvest, albeit not on Mars, so you''re qualified by Mars standards. Marrying now rather than after we''ve been on Mars a year also means that we don''t get married just at about the time when I switch to running a full-scale branch on Mars as well as getting active in challenging the status quo. I think that''s going to be a pretty stressful time, and adding another lifestyle-change seems silly. Why not do all the lifestyle changes in one go?¡± With his heart overflowing with joy, Simon managed to say ¡°Somehow, I don''t think this is the entirely sensible option is it?¡± ¡°No. What do you think?¡± ¡°I love you Alice.¡± he kissed her, to prove his point. ¡°I love your ability to line up all your arguments in one go and persuade people that there''s no sensible alternative, and I love the way that you can take a crazy idea and make it seem so incredibly attractive.¡± ¡°But? I think I heard a but in there,¡± Alice asked, disappointed. ¡°But... I don''t actually need persuading. I was half thinking along the same ridiculously optimistic, crazy lines. You really checked with Pastor Bob?¡± ¡°Yes. So... who gets the first call? Him, or your parents?¡± ¡°I think Bob ought to. Otherwise we might not have a place.¡± ¡°Go on then. Tell you what, I''ll call your mother, and tell her that I think your dad won''t be fishing on Saturday week. Or should I tell Sue, or should I leave your family to you, and I''ll just call Ed?¡± ¡°Oh, call Mum, she''ll be over the moon, I expect.¡±
¡°Mrs Bunting? It''s Alice.¡± ¡°Hello Alice, is everything all right?¡± Bethany asked, concerned by Alice calling her. ¡°Yes, thank-you, at least from where I''m sitting. Simon''s just talking to his pastor, but I was wondering if you had any plans for Saturday week?¡± ¡°Oh! Well, I had thought to have you both over for dinner, once Frank''s back from fishing. Will that be all right?¡± ¡°Well, I''m just guessing, but I think fishing might be off the schedule once you''ve talked to Simon.¡± ¡°What''s Simon gone and done now?¡± ¡°He asked me a little question.¡± ¡°He... he asked you to...¡± Bethany couldn''t form the words. ¡°He asked if I''d marry him and I said yes,¡± Alice said. Simon asked Bob to hold on and butted in: ¡°Actually, mum, she said ''Of course.'' About five minutes ago.¡± ¡°Oh! That''s lovely news! And you''re having an engagement party before you go?¡± ¡°Well, I know you said you''d have liked to be at his wedding, and I would like to wear my mum''s wedding dress, and we''re changing almost everything else about our lives in ten days time, so we were thinking why not start our new life with a new marital status too? I''m guessing it won''t be a very big complicated event, with only a week''s notice.¡± ¡°You''re daft, the pair of you! Stop pulling my leg, it''s not funny.¡± Bethany said. Simon interjected again ¡°Bob says there''s another wedding ceremony at the church at ten in the morning, Mum, but apart from the fact we''re crazy, which he already knew, he''ll be happy to officiate at two o''clock, and the other group won''t be using the church hall, so we can use that for the reception. He also says he''s not sure what difference it''ll make, but he''ll rush through the marriage preparation classes with us this week.¡± ¡°You''re not joking?¡± Bethany couldn''t believe her ears. ¡°No, Mum, we''re very happy, and we''re probably daft too, but we''re serious about getting married on Saturday week.¡± ¡°What does Sue think about this?¡± Bethany asked. ¡°We''ve not told her yet,¡± Alice said. ¡°You can come?¡± ¡°Of course! If you''re daft enough to do this, then I''m going to be there, no question!¡±
Having given some more reasons why it did make sense really to Simon''s mother, Alice called Sue. ¡°Hi, Sue! Alice here.¡± ¡°Hi Alice, you sound happy.¡± ¡°So I should be! Simon asked, I said ''of course'', and the pastor says he''s free two o''clock Saturday week.¡± ¡°For marriage prep. class?¡± Sue asked, confused. ¡°No, for our marriage. Your mother says maybe we''re not totally daft.¡± ¡°You''re serious?¡± ¡°Very. Seriously happy, seriously certain, and serious about not putting ourselves through the whole ''let''s totally change our lifestyles'' thing twice in quick succession.¡± ¡°Do you have any idea what stress that''s going to put your marriage under? You''re going to be struggling to adjust to each other as well as external circumstances. You''re not going to have any part of your lives without change. Nowhere that you can have a little bit of a secure, unchanging space.¡± ¡°But on the other hand, it removes some areas of uncertainty, which is also a source of stress.¡± ¡°What sort of areas of uncertainty.¡± ¡°How long we should wait, for example. Are we going to go our separate ways for a few more years? Issues about learning to farm on two separate claims rather than one combined one. But you''re wrong about unchanging areas, Simon will still be researching, I''ll still be working in news. We''re still worshipping the same God.¡± ¡°Hmm. The phrase ''clutching at straws'' springs to mind. You''re not exactly staying at the same church, are you? New lifestyle, new relationship, new workplace, new home. That''s too many changes for most people. I really hope neither of you break. Speaking about new home, what does it do to your accommodation? You were going to be sharing with Evangeline and Simon with Chris, weren''t you?¡± ¡°Ah. Good question. Hopefully it''s not a disaster.¡± ¡°I hope not, too, but you''d better at least tell them your plans and ask if it would be, or you might be sleeping in separate bedrooms.¡± ¡°I''ll check, don''t worry. Can you come?¡± ¡°Saturday week?¡± ¡°Yes, two o''clock.¡± ¡°We''ll be there. I really really wish you were waiting, but we''ll be there.¡±
¡°Evangeline, would it be a disaster, in terms of your parents putting us up, that is, if Simon and I got married sooner rather than later?¡± ¡°Probably not, we''ve got another spare room, as long as my brother''s not using it. Is it likely?¡± ¡°Well, he''s just proposed and we were thinking of Saturday week. It means his family can be there, I can wear my mum''s wedding dress, and Simon''s already had his first harvest. And it just gets rid of a whole heap of other questions.¡± ¡°And brings up more, like when are you starting a family?¡± ¡°Well, yes. Probably not until after the dust has settled, post-publication.¡± ¡°Dust doesn''t settle much, but congratulations anyway. Pastor Bob''s really going to marry you at such short notice?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I''ll tell my parents. I''m sure we can work out something.¡± ¡°Thanks, Evangeline. Bob''s said two o''clock on Saturday week. Feel free to invite Chris''s parents, assuming you can make it. They''re going to be down anyway, aren''t they?¡± ¡°Yes. You''re giving me ideas.¡± ¡°What, you''re thinking of talking to Bob too?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°But surely your parents would want to be at your wedding.¡± ¡°Well, yes and no. Shipboard lessons don''t take up the whole day, and based on the ship I came out on, there isn''t much space for one-on-one chats except bedrooms, and jamming the door open is breaking regulations. Mum said something about talking to the captain being better than sin. I''ll ask. It''d certainly solve the issue of sleeping arrangements.¡± ¡°Are you that certain about Chris? I mean, I forgot in the intervening time, but really it was settled a decade ago between Simon and me.¡± ¡°I let him carry my tent. I''m certain.¡± ¡°You let Simon carry it, too.¡± Alice pointed out, ¡°And you''re not getting him.¡± ¡°Yeah, but that was different. That was because I was exhausted, and you''d made it very clear that Simon was taken. I let Chris carry it because he''d just told me he''d been in love with me for months and asked what I thought of him. We''d been seeing a lot of each other last year, then he backed away just when I thought he''d ask me out properly. It was really infuriating. Turned out that he''d decided he loved me too much to let me fall in love with him when it''d take him so long to get to Mars, the jit. So yeah, it wasn''t a spur of the moment thing, not really.¡± ¡°OK, well you''d better talk to your parents, then.¡± ¡°Yeah. I hope they say OK.¡± ¡°What happened to no wedding before a proper harvest?¡± ¡°It''s not a law. And anyway, I''ve had plenty of harvests. We''ll just have to modify it. No kids before a proper harvest.¡± ¡°That reminds me... getting contraceptives on Mars. Is that a problem?¡± ¡°I''ll ask Mum.¡±
¡°Ed? Alice. Date for your diary: two o''clock on Saturday.¡± ¡°What, tomorrow?¡± ¡°No, Saturday week.¡± ¡°That''s a relief. Count us in. Regina says you''re crazy, by the way, but that in love and crazy are synonyms, so hopefully everything will work out wonderfully.¡± ¡°I''m not sure we''ll get invitations out, but if not, we''ll at least send out directions.¡± ¡°What are you doing for catering?¡± ¡°To be decided.¡± ¡°Regina offers you one three tier wedding cake, made by her own fair hand. Think of it as our wedding present, I know you don''t want a set of china.¡± ¡°Oh wow! Hundreds of thank-yous! Oh, just as advanced warning: there''s a possibility of it being a double wedding, for much the same reasons. But she''s just asking her parents what they think of that idea.¡± ¡°They''re heading to Mars too?¡± ¡°Yes. He''s graduating on the following Monday, too, poor lad.¡± ¡°When are you going to load your cargo?¡± ¡°It was going to be Saturday for hold luggage, but we''ve brought it forward to Wednesday.¡± ¡°I can''t imagine why. What happens if you eat too much wedding cake?¡± ¡°We leave something behind from hand-luggage, or if it''s less than half a kilo, we don''t take as much drink with us, which means we get to drink recycled water sooner.¡± ¡°Is that bad? I mean, you''ll end up doing that anyway.¡± ¡°Apparently it can taste pretty bad, and is better put off until later. You''re sure about the cake?¡± ¡°Absolutely.¡± ¡°Thanks, Ed.¡± ¡°Regina''s making it and decorating it. You''d better get to work on packing, the invitations, guest list, and the rest.¡± ¡°Have no fear, we will. Oh, I almost forgot in the excitement, other news is I''m getting baptised on Sunday. I''ll fully understand if other commitments prevent you, etc.¡± ¡°We''ll try to be there.¡± ¡°Great.¡±
Saturday 11th June, 2270, Town park. Evangeline read the reply from her mother to Chris. ¡°''Dear Evangeline, the spare room is full of Ben''s experiments, so that sounds like a good solution to accommodation troubles. Whether it''s a wise decision, we leave to your judgement, after all, you know him. It would have been nice to be at your wedding, but we get to see you growing together, so we don''t want to be greedy. By all means give his family that joy. To think over: does he practice farming on your best claim, your small one, or his own (closer, we hope) to start with? On your friend''s question: no local production, imports understandably erratic; so it''s better to bring your own supplies. You should too, if Chris is going to be learning slowly as planned.'' So, what do you think?¡± ¡°Have you spoken to Bob?¡± Chris replied. ¡°No,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°So you don''t even know he''ll agree?¡± ¡°No, I don''t. But he agreed for Simon and Alice. But what do you think?¡± ¡°I think change management says introduce life-changes slowly for least psychological disruption.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°But on the other hand, Scripture says it''s better to marry than to burn with lust, so I don''t know. I don''t want to rush you.¡± ¡°If you notice, I''m bringing this as a suggestion.¡± ¡°I love you Evangeline, I really really do.¡± ¡°I love you too.¡± ¡°Can you tell me about life on ship? I mean, isn''t it going to be so crowded that we''re not going to have a moment together?¡± ¡°It''s won''t be shoulder to shoulder crowded, except during a storm, people would go nuts. But you can''t leave doors open, in case of a leak, and there''s nowhere public like this where you can have personal talks without someone over-hearing. So, if we''re talking, we''re in a bedroom with the door shut.¡± ¡°So there''d be opportunity for sin.¡± ¡°Multiple times a day, probably. They get people to think about all sorts of questions as homework for the orientation lessons, in couples if appropriate. Also, I don''t know what the Celestia is like, but it was pretty warm on the ship coming here when the drive was on, in other words almost always.¡± ¡°How warm?¡± ¡°I''m not sure, but almost everyone was in t-shirts. And standard wear for the fitness room was swim-wear, which doesn''t exactly help you keep your thoughts pure, does it?¡± ¡°No,¡± Chris agreed. ¡°You think we should marry before we go, don''t you?¡± ¡°I love you, Chris, and you''re not the only one who needs to keep their thoughts pure. I think that if we don''t marry now, we might well decide resisting temptation is getting too hard and we ought to on the ship.¡± ¡°Let''s talk to Bob, then.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 12: Packing day

Visual effects / Ch. 12:Packing day

Wednesday 15th June 2270 The Celestia was designed as a series of concentric cylinders, with the very core being the control room and the radiation shelter. Passengers were asked to divide their luggage into three types: Cabin luggage, which would be available and taking up valuable space in the passenger''s cabin for the flight, vacuum-safe luggage and normal luggage. Vacuum-safe luggage consisted of pots, pans, metal poles, nails, screws, anything that was pure metalwork with no moving parts. Some bulk-chemicals also counted as vacuum-safe, but most plastics were not in that category, as there was a risk of them releasing plasticisers or other chemicals which might interfere with the ship''s systems. Vacuum-safe cargo could be of basically any shape or size, and would be arranged by the loaders just-inside the outer-most layer of the ship to ensure that the ship was balanced along its central axis. Normal luggage had to fit inside the pressure hull, and would be carried in one or more of the cargo-pods. The pods came in various shapes and sizes, but the important issue was that the cargo could not move around within them, or for obvious reasons, distort the pod or stop it from closing. Inside this outer layer of cargo pods came a thin jacket of water which served as a radiation shield and then the passengers'' teaching and recreation space, then a secondary water jacket, and the cabins. When radiation levels were above normal, the outer spaces were off-limits, and during a severe storm everyone would have to cram into the claustrophobic but heavily shielded radiation shelter. ¡°Have we got any vacuum-safe luggage?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Some of your hydroponics chemicals might qualify, but they''d need to be re-packed into something that they won''t leak out of, won''t react with and isn''t plastic. For the few kilos we''re talking about I''m pretty sure it''s not worth it,¡± Simon replied. Alice breathed a sigh of relief. ¡°Great!¡± ¡°What worries me the most are those suitcases and bolts of cloth of yours.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°The not moving around criteria.¡± ¡°Evangeline said something about foam, I didn''t understand what she meant.¡± ¡°To make sure your stuff doesn''t move, they shake it. If it moves too much, they inject something rather like construction foam in.¡± ¡°Urm, what''s that?¡± ¡°You know that foam they sell to fill holes in buildings with, which goes hard in half an hour or so?¡± ¡°Oh! That yellow stuff?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°That sticks to everything¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°What''s Evangeline''s solution?¡± ¡°Plastic wrap anything sensitive, just in case, and fill the holes yourself with insulation sheets, which always come in handy on Mars, apparently. Or, if you really want to get ahead in the soil-preparation game, you could use perlite, It''s not quite as light as insulation sheets, but it has lots of good properties as a soil additive.¡± ¡°Now I realise why you said it was going to take a couple of days. I was imagining just strapping stuff down into the pod. Isn''t that what they said to do?¡± ¡°Yes. Evangeline''s seen too many newcomers almost in tears over seemingly ruined clothes though. It is in the small print that they''ll use foam to secure mobile loads. The other good news is what they use does come off, eventually.¡± ¡°When did she say that?¡± ¡°Oh, maybe a year ago, in a group Bible-study. I can''t remember the context it came up in.¡± ¡°Oh, right. That explains why I didn''t hear it. Oh, I''ve just remembered. I''ve got another dilemma for you.¡± ¡°Yet another? From your interview with the professor?¡± ¡°Actually, my discussion with Ed.¡± ¡°Go on,¡± Simon prompted. ¡°I told Ed a while ago that I''d cheated on some stories. On Friday, he asked me how. I got him to think of a nursery rhyme, and told him what it was.¡± ¡°That''s a risk.¡± ¡°Well, yes, but I''m wondering, might it be useful to prime him to the idea that I can think to people across planets?¡± ¡°How might it be useful?¡± ¡°Thought one: someone does something nasty, and with my dying thoughts I tell Sue who, how, and so on. She gets listened to rather than entirely written off as a crack-pot.¡± ¡°I hope you won''t have that happen to you. Isn''t that why I''m going with you?¡± ¡°Yes. That and keeping me safe on the way, keeping me warm at night, and helping me to think thorough nasty questions. I hope I can help you with something, Simon. I really wonder sometimes what you get out of our relationship.¡± ¡°Other than a spring in my step?¡± ¡°Practically, yes. How does me entering your life help you?¡± ¡°I never thought I''d have the courage to go to Mars, for all it was my dream. I didn''t want to face it alone. Your need for me... that''s bringing me two things I''ve longed for and prayed about a long long time.¡± ¡°Two things? Mars and what else?¡± ¡°A wife I can talk about everything with.¡± ¡°Oh, right. So, what do you think about Ed?¡± ¡°It''s too big a risk, surely?¡± ¡°Probably. I guess I''ll just have to tell Sue enough to remind him of that conversation, if I do need to convince him through her.¡± ¡°Could you tell him some kind of key-word?¡± Alice smiled, ¡°You, Simon, are a genius. I could tell Sue the password to the file I gave him. That would surely be pretty convincing.¡± ¡°So, shall we get packing?¡± ¡°Absolutely.¡±
¡°Ms Findhorn, Mr Bunting,¡± the man at the loading desk greeted them as he verified their tickets, ¡°I''ve got a note that you''re travelling together?¡± ¡°Wedding day on Saturday,¡± Alice replied with a grin. ¡°Congratulations! You''re first on my list, so I''d like to offer you the opportunity that presumably you''re interested in, of trading two singles for a double room with twenty kilos extra luggage.¡± ¡°How many extra people are you hoping to load?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Pardon?¡± The man was nonplussed. ¡°Well, some friends of ours are also getting married, it''s a double wedding,¡± Alice said. ¡°So, if there''s only one extra passenger, then we think their need for the extra luggage is greater than ours; I''m seriously considering selling my house on Earth and getting the contents sent the slow way anyway, once I''m settled. I''m pretty sure they''ve not got that luxury.¡± ¡°Oh, right. Well, I can''t disclose details, but... what I can say is that you''ll almost certainly disappoint someone if you don''t accept the trade.¡± ¡°You''ve got a long waiting list, then?¡± Simon asked. ¡°I''m sorry, as I''ve said I can''t disclose details,¡± the man repeated. Wishing he would be allowed to tell this couple that he had more entries on the waiting list than on his list of couples to offer the swap to. ¡°We''ll take the trade, then,¡± Alice said, ¡°and I guess you should tell our friends it''s worth their while to come soon, Simon.¡± The man breathed a sigh of relief. ¡°Do you have any questions about the three categories of luggage?¡± he asked, having ticked that box. ¡°Not really,¡± Simon said, ¡°Oh, actually, yes. Is there such a sub-category as vacuum safe for stuff that isn''t impact safe?¡± ¡°Impact-safe?¡± ¡°I''ve got about ten kilos of experimental gear that I know is vacuum safe.¡± ¡°Sir, the risk of outgassing, that is to say...¡± the man started to say. Simon cut him off. ¡°Is roughly zero, given that it''s been sitting in a vacuum chamber for the last year, and it''s rad-safe too, but if it got kicked into place by someone''s boot, because they thought it was a bag of ironmongery, that''d be a disaster. Ditto if it got hit by a bit of debris before we left orbit.¡± ¡°Oh. Well, I think maybe that it''d be safer in a metal case or a cargo pod.¡± ¡°I thought so. Cargo pod it is, I think.¡± ¡°Do you have other vac-safe luggage, sir, maam?¡± ¡°Not unless you can work out how to stop powders from leaking everywhere.¡± Alice said. ¡°Powders?¡± ¡°I''ve heard that talcum powder''s import only, so I''m taking some of that, for instance, and we''ve got a bag of perlite to fill spaces in the pod and use when we get there, so stuff doesn''t move too much, and I''d be quite happy to take what''s left over, but that''s a bit powdery too.¡± ¡°Oh, right. No, talcum powder and the fine stuff like that are definitely pod only. Double-wrapped at least. You''re really planning to fill your pod with perlite?¡± ¡°And insulation panels. Is that a problem?¡± Simon asked. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. ¡°Not really. You''ll get a stick-on foam strip to seal the edges- don''t leave any gaps: the load master will probably murder you if your pod spills perlite beads all over his cargo bay. As for packing perlite as vacuum-safe, that''s not a problem at all.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± ¡°It''s a bulk cargo the Celestia''s taking. We''ve got the right bags, so assuming you''re not picky about getting the exact beads back, we can add yours to theirs at this end, and take some out at the other.¡± ¡°Oh, great. Does that work with anything else?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Mostly hydroponics stuff: fertilisers, plant nutrients, that sort of thing.¡± the cargo agent said, in a bored tone. ¡°Great!¡± Alice exclaimed. ¡°Really? You''re thinking of brewing your own gloop?¡± the bemused cargo agent asked. ¡°No, but tomato plants have been grown hydroponically for centuries. I''m planning on starting some that way as soon as I can. It seems a lot more satisfying than feeding my hair to my heap,¡± Alice replied. ¡°I''ll pretend I didn''t hear that heretical thought,¡± the cargo agent grinned, ¡°Go to our network site ¡ª you''ve got the address?¡± he checked. Alice nodded, and he continued, ¡°look up appendix twenty seven for the Celestia.¡± ¡°Thanks. I will!¡± Alice said with glee.
Mini-article or fragment? Publication date: TBD. Title: Appendix twenty-seven Getting to Mars is a complicated business, but some parts of it can be made a little simpler if you know the system before you pack your cargo. Of course, most people don''t. So, let me introduce you to appendix twenty-seven. This lists, for each and every ship, what bulk cargo Mars Corp is planning to transport. If you have some of the same stuff, then you can add your few kilos to the hundreds that Mars-Corp want to take, and all the packaging is handled for you. This in turn can save you precious grammes of double-wrapping and of course gets rid of the worries that say, your bottle of general purpose lubricating oil leaks and ruins your stock of chocolates. I''ll write a little later about why I''m taking bags of perlite and chemical fertilisers with me, but Mars Corp''s bulk list includes them too, which is wonderful. I must admit having a few anxious moments in packing my cases about the oil getting too close to the fertiliser, so I''m exceedingly happy that Mars Corp are willing and able to take care of both. Once you''ve identified what from your cargo can travel bulk, it''s simply a matter of handing it to the cargo agent, who will check that it''s really what it says on the label and pour it into the relevant hopper or vat and give you a cargo receipt. Remember, of course, that you will need a suitable container for it at the other end: don''t expect anyone to provide you with one. I learned something else while loading my cargo today: some of the older ships, for example the Celestia, which I''m flying on, are privately owned and operated. I''m not quite sure how it all works, but one thing it means is that while the general conditions are the same on every vessel, there are some differences. As a private vessel, the owners of the Celestia can set a slightly higher cargo limit per passenger, for example, than a Mars-Corp ship would set for a given route and thus attract more passengers. Passengers, the cargo agent assured me, pay better per kilo than any bulk Mars Corp cargo, even though they take far more space when you consider the extra space they inconveniently insist on having, for things like breathing.
Wednesday 15th June 2270, Evening. Later that evening, while Chris and Simon were talking to pastor Bob, and Minerva, his wife was supposed to be talking to Alice and Evangeline, there was a crisis involving their seven-year old son, a football and the neighbour''s greenhouse. Minerva had excused herself to try and resolve it. ¡°You''ve been able to swap tickets?¡± Alice asked Evangeline. ¡°Yes, so Mum gets her extra cargo. And I got introduced to the captain, who was actually on the crew when my Dad flew out. She owns half the ship too.¡± ¡°Oh! So does that get you special treatment?¡± ¡°I doubt it. But as long as everyone''s very well behaved and there''s no significant radiation, then swimming is a real possibility.¡± ¡°That sounds good,¡± Alice said. ¡°I wholeheartedly agree.¡± ¡°Any other news?¡± ¡°Yes. They got a bit scared at the thought that passengers might decide to carry an oxidiser in their luggage.¡± ¡°An oxidiser?¡± ¡°For example, nitrate fertilisers,¡± Evangeline replied. ¡°Oh. Yes, I was really glad that they can carry the stuff safely away from everything else,¡± Alice said. ¡°As far as they''re aware, no one''s ever thought of taking their own before, but they''re going to put together a list of stuff they''ll only carry as bulk.¡± ¡°That sounds sensible. I''m surprised that there aren''t such lists already.¡± ¡°They''re circulating the idea to the other private owners.¡± ¡°And Mars-Corp?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°Because when I explained the idea of expanding people''s heaps without all the fuss, the captain really liked it. But she thinks that, given the way that Mars-Corp love their monopolies, there''s a risk they''d issue a blanket ban on people bringing their own fertilisers.¡± ¡°Oh. So she thinks Mars-corp are being anti-competitive?¡± ¡°She has so little to say in how she runs her own ship it''s not funny.¡± ¡°Roll on the revolution, then?¡± ¡°Expect to hear the crew singing some Scaredy Jim tunes on the way out,¡± Evangeline said with a grin. ¡°I''ll probably be called on to sing some like a native. That''s fine by me, after all, he is our most popular folk-singer.¡± ¡°Just for the record, one day I''d like to interview him.¡± ¡°Don''t hold your breath.¡± ¡°I''m guessing it''ll be a while after my first harvest.¡± ¡°Good guess. But the whole ''We don''t exist'' thing might make a difference, you never know.¡± ¡°Somehow, I expect he knows.¡± ¡°You might be right,¡± Evangeline sighed, ¡°I don''t even know how to track him down.¡± ¡°When it''s God''s time, it''ll happen,¡± Alice said. ¡°I''m supposed to be learning patience, remember.¡± ¡°So, can you remind me again?¡± Evangeline quipped, with a grin, ¡°Why are we doing marriage prep?¡± ¡°Because there''s patience and then there''s human frailty.¡± ¡°But we all could have waited.¡± ¡°We still could put it off, though of course the next two month''s sleeping arrangements have just become a little difficult if anyone decides on that.¡± ¡°Just a bit.¡± Evangeline agreed. ¡°Lots of changes around the corner. More for you, of course.¡± ¡°There''s lots of changes for everyone. Any regrets?¡± ¡°I''d have liked a longer engagement. More time to go on dates, get to know each other better.¡± ¡°Rumour has it that''s still possible to date after the wedding day.¡± Alice pointed out. ¡°Not so much on a space ship, though.¡± ¡°No candle-lit-suppers in space?¡± ¡°Candles aren''t the best idea on a spacecraft, no.¡± ¡°What about on Mars?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Not so risky, but getting them can be tricky.¡± ¡°Something else to take?¡± ¡°If you''re really low on ideas of what to take,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°Don''t worry, I''m not.¡± ¡°Me neither.¡± ¡°Is your pod sealed?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Not yet. Another trip tomorrow, to use up our extra weight. Yours?¡± ¡°Ditto. Simon''s going to load some more experimental gizmos he''d miss, and I''m going to find space for some kitchen stuff. That reminds me, do I need to take kitchen scales?¡± ¡°What, and get them recalibrated?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Well, if I can''t buy local, then just having a list of conversions would be better than nothing.¡± ¡°Oh you can buy local, sorry. Unless you''ve got something that actually uses weights and geometry?¡± ¡°Oh, yes, I''ve got one of those too, but it''s probably too heavy.¡± ¡°But more accurate. Your choice, but I expect it''s worth taking. Local digital ones get a bit hit and miss after a while. It''s to do with the metallurgy, apparently. I bet the radiation doesn''t help either. For commercial quality stuff they import the load sensors, but you still need them certified monthly if you''re going to use them for trade. That''s only once a year if you''ve got real weights.¡± ¡°I''m not sure my weights are that accurate, but OK they can get adjusted, I get the principle. But... will we use scales for trade?¡± ¡°I expect so.¡± ¡°So, they''re on my list for sometime. The question is when Simon and I decide they ought to come.¡± ¡°Yeah. Not many people have a second load coming.¡± ¡°I''ve been weighing stuff, in preparation for some difficult choices. But I''ve got some questions for you some time.¡± ¡°Ask away.¡± ¡°I''ve got some glass-fronted cabinets. Just plain three millimeter sheet glass. Is that made on Mars?¡± ¡°Sheet glass no, plastic yes. No factory for that yet.¡± ¡°Mirrors the same?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Drinking glasses? ¡°Plastic beakers yes. Some hand-blown glass yes.¡± ¡°Oh... interesting. Do you know any of the glass-blowers? And do they know that window glass used to be made by hand?¡± ¡°Yes and yes. Whether it''s commercially viable, I don''t know.¡± ¡°Yes. To me, it''s only going to be worth its weight in imports.¡± ¡°Yeah, worth its weight in biomatter is actually quite a lot, though.¡± ¡°Not biomatter, Eva. Biomatter is going to lose value, remember? Worth its weight in imported mass though... that''s quite a different story.¡± ¡°Oh! Yeah! So we could just keep with kilos and the like, you mean?¡± ¡°Sure. Just bear in mind that importing costs are likely to drop with monstrosities like the Jupiter around, so a certain amount of inflation is going to happen. But it''s going to be more stable than bio-matter.¡± ¡°Yeah, and it''s still a scarce resource.¡± ¡°So''s water and breathable air. Or alternatively you could have a free-floating traded currency, or peg your currency to some national currency on Earth. But yes, if your currency is based on the cost of genuinely importing stuff in general then that''s certainly something that''s more honest than bio-matter.¡± ¡°I just can''t get my head round the idea that bio-matter''s dishonest. Don''t you have a saying that there''s nothing more honest than dirt?¡± ¡°Something similar, yes. Oh, in lots of ways the currency is utterly honest, but as a way of Mars Corp paying people? Answer me this, Eva: how much would the average Martian pay for gloop?¡± Evangeline pulled a face. ¡°Not much.¡± ¡°Right. So, at the moment, bio-matter on Mars is a really scarce resource, But it costs Mars Corp less than its weight in gloop.¡± ¡°How do you think we''re going to change things?¡± ¡°I think Mars should get off the bio-matter standard, and onto something that Mars Corp can''t generate like monopoly money. I''m going to blog my experiments with the hydroponics, which ought to prepare people''s thinking, at least.¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°And while I''m doing that, and learning to be Martian, I''ll hopefully be shredding the whole ''Martian equals convict'' mentality at home by interviewing born-Martians, emigrants, university students, and so on. After probably six months of that sort of thing, I''ll start to slip in some interviews with third gen people about the risks their forebears took. And at some point I''ll do the whole expose Mars-Corp thing, with an interview of a whole crowd of brave seconders and thirders, and my colleagues will be knocking on Mars Corp HQ demanding to know why Mars Corp have reneged on promises, misled the United Nations and are treating Martians like feudal serfs.¡± The words struck Evangeline like a slap ¡°Serfs?¡± ¡°You''re not slaves, you''ve got some rights after all, but Martians work for Mars Corp, making high tech equipment the Corp can sell for a substantial amount on the Earth market. In exchange, the Corp feeds them and pays in monopoly money. If anyone wants to leave their employ, they don''t mind as long as they stay on-planet so that their children can work in the factories instead. If you really want to leave, they charge extortionate amounts of money for a trip home. They''d actually prefer people to kill themselves rather than leave, because if they killed themselves they''d still be able to export stuff. They give you a little bit of freedom, like allowing the council its role, but otherwise living in the big dome is a form of indentured labour, and they treat the whole of Mars like a massive work camp. Its a cynical and exploitative system worthy of the era of empires.¡± ¡°But you''re coming?¡± ¡°Of course. I''m an investigative journalist determined to bring the abuse to an end.¡± ¡°Plus you''re going with the man you love.¡± ¡°Yes. Well, he''s accompanying me, actually. His mission from God. But yes, I''m not going alone.¡± ¡°Whereas I''m just going home and dragging Chris into an oppressive, cynical and exploitative system.¡± Evangeline sounded unsure if she was doing the right thing. ¡°I think he''s pretty happy about it, Eva,¡± Alice said, ¡°I know he''s happy about you. Mars might be under terrible rule at the moment, but once Mars Corp starts treating people like they should, I think it''ll be a lovely place.¡± ¡°Lovely, dangerous place you can''t breathe the atmosphere.¡± ¡°Oh well, you can''t have everything,¡± Alice said with a shrug. ¡°But... how can you leave this place, Alice? It''s so beautiful!¡± ¡°I''ve got a job to do, and I see a future there. It won''t be too many decades before rain starts falling regularly, will it? That ought to help turn Mars green too.¡± ¡°Well, if you include the comet deliveries, it''s raining regularly already, but yeah, it''s getting wetter more often; and that''s good. That''s one reason I don''t want Mars Corp dissolved or destroyed. No Mars Corp, or Mars Corp fighting for its existence... that would be a disaster for terraforming.¡± ¡°You just want it to change.¡± ¡°Exactly. That makes your articles and your investigations pretty important, doesn''t it? If you get it wrong, then you could break Mars Corp.¡± ¡°I certainly want to get it right.¡± ¡°You''d better.¡± Minerva returned, looking a bit flustered. ¡°I''m back. Crisis averted, mostly.¡± ¡°Lots of broken glass?¡± Alice asked. ¡°No, it went under the hedge and through the doorway. It wasn''t even kicked ¡ª it just rolls down the hill if Jim doesn''t put it away properly. But it did knock over the table-full of plants, which is almost worse.¡± ¡°And the neighbour''s up in arms?¡± ¡°No, Mrs Jones was almost in tears. Her husband''s always on at her to keep the door shut and she forgot; because of the slope, nine times out of ten the ball goes that way. If the door''s shut then it bounces off, no harm done. Before you ask, it''s their hedge and they don''t want us to put a fence there for various reasons. Anyway, assigning blame is complicated and useless, but Jim''s going to start re-potting the plants, then I''ll go and help later on.¡± ¡°Is Jim any good at re-potting plants?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Not really. That''s why I''m going to help.¡± ¡°Why don''t we take over then, Min?¡± Evangeline suggested, ¡°unless we need to read or write anything?¡± ¡°Oh! We could talk while we''re doing it. You don''t mind?¡± Minerva asked. ¡°Not at all,¡± Alice replied. Visual effects / Ch. 13:New beginnings

Visual effects / Ch. 13:New beginnings

Saturday 18th June 2270 Evangeline had chosen to be practical. She didn''t need to wear a costly dress: it wasn''t part of her culture as a third generation Martian. Such extravagance was wasteful, and conspicuous waste offended her. Instead, she wore a simple plain white dress, which fashion correspondents would have called peasant style. She wasn''t ashamed of that designation, after all, to some definitions, that was exactly what she was, despite having submitted her Master''s thesis in history. Her dark hair, which reached to the middle of her back, she wore loose but adorned with a crown of something more valuable to her than gold or silver: freshly picked flowers. Alice''s dress wasn''t plain, but she''d decided against adding ornamentation to her fair, partly-dyed shoulder length hair with it''s centimeter wide purple ''frame'' around her face. In other words, she and Evangeline looked nothing like one another. Simon and Chris, both wearing suits, were more similar. However, Chris''s suit didn''t quite fit around his chest any more; he''d filled out in the years since he''d worn it for university interviews. But that didn''t matter; he hadn''t been planning to wear it fully buttoned anyway given how warm the day was turning out to be. Neither couple had gone to the trouble of arranging such extras as bridesmaids, or ushers and people were left free to decide where they wanted to sit. They''d also decided that ring-bearers and best-men were needless. All went relatively smoothly, except that as the two brides entered, side by side, they realised that Simon and Chris were not on the same sides as their respective brides. Since the men''s families had taken up positions based on where their son or brother had been waiting, Alice and Evangeline simply crossed as they arrived at the altar. The rest of the service went mostly to schedule. The exception was that soon after the vows had been taken, Bob and Minerva''s three year old daughter demanded a cuddle from her father, resisted all efforts to move her from her chosen place and then fell asleep with her head on her father''s shoulder during the sermon. It wasn''t the first time that had happened, so most of the congregation weren''t surprised. Bob, somewhat embarrassed, pointed out that there was an illustration there somewhere about being determined to find our rest in our heavenly father. He also spoke about how he was making an exception for these four young people, given their imminent journey, and was not recommending others start their married lives in such a rush, and how though it might seem romantic, it was also going to be tough for them in the future, as they worked out their differences at the same time as they got used to all the other changes in their lives.
Note from Alice slipped to Ed at the wedding. Dear Ed, It has been pointed out that the information in my little insurance policy could cause even more damage than I thought it might. I really hope you don''t have to use it, but if you do, please do so carefully, so people think in terms of management/ownership change, not being destructive. Other functions such as waste processing and comet delivery must continue unmodified. Alice.
10 A.M. Monday 20th June, International News. ¡°Mr Ed Wentfort?¡± It was a voice only call on his private number. The calling number was withheld. Ed guessed it was a man in his late forties. ¡°Speaking.¡± ¡°You have a reporter booked on her way to Mars.¡± ¡°To whom am I speaking?¡± Ed asked. ¡°I''m ringing from the Mars Corporation.¡± ¡°As in you''re in the foyer, or you''re officially representing the corporation in a named capacity?¡± ¡°I''m unofficially representing the corporation in an unnamed capacity.¡± ¡°That is rather hard to verify.¡± ¡°It is intended to be.¡± Ed didn''t comment. ¡°Mr Wentfort, your investigative journalist Alice Findhorn is going to Mars the day after tomorrow, taking up a post at the Mars University. She has been making Mars-related enquiries. I would just like you to know that we know this too.¡± ¡°Are you intending this to be taken as a threat?¡± ¡°Oh no, Mr Wentfort, I''m just ensuring channels are open, as it were. If there is anything at all we can do to help with her enquiries, please do encourage her to get in contact. The press office is of course the expected channel, but the legal department also stands ready to answer relevant queries. And after all, normally reporters do like to be accredited by the de-facto government in the locations they are reporting from. Unless they''re being subversive, of course.¡± ¡°I''m sorry, I fail to understand your reference to ''subversive''. I assure you that in no way are any of my reporters involved in any attempt to overthrow any recognised authority.¡± Not that in his book Mars Corp counted as such. ¡°Well, that''s most encouraging. What is Ms Findhorn doing then?¡± ¡°Not that it''s any of your business, but she has become aware how little people here on Earth really know about life on Mars, and is going to write a series of articles about life on Mars from the point of view of colonists.¡± ¡°That''s been done before.¡± ¡°As you''re no doubt aware, she''s not taking the tourist approach, so no it hasn''t been done before.¡± ¡°And that''s all she''s going to do?¡± ¡°No. As you pointed out, she''s also going to lecture at the Mars university.¡± ¡°I see. It is very magnanimous of you to pay for her to help teach at the university, of course, but I''m amazed that you think her articles will be of such importance to your news organisation that you plough so much investment into them.¡± ¡°There are other commercial reasons for her presence there, I assure you.¡± ¡°Oh yes?¡± ¡°I''m not in the practice of discussing confidential business plans with unnamed unverified callers.¡± ¡°Please hold,¡± the man said and the line went dead for a while, then the voice continued. ¡°I apologise for the earlier secrecy. I am now authorised to inform you that my name is William Maugh, and I''m calling from the legal department of the Mars Corporation. We take the reputation of the corporation very, very seriously, Mr Wentfort, and our code of conduct is extremely strict. Your investigative reporter has a reputation for presenting well argued reports that root out corruption at the heart of the investigated organisation. In that we applaud her efforts. But she also has a reputation for ruining reputations and leaving organisations in tatters, and we would certainly not like that to happen. If she is investigating corruption within the corporation, please do tell us. I assure you that our internal procedures for dealing with it are entirely rigorous, and if there is some accusation that there is a loophole or they are not being properly applied at all levels then we would be more than happy to address such issues with the utmost vigour.¡± ¡°Thank you for your candour, Mr Maugh,¡± Ed said as he chose his next words carefully. ¡°As you may be aware, Ms Findhorn has recently begun to think about the trust placed in reporters and the damage that some of her reporting has done to certain innocent individuals. She has publicly apologised for that breach of trust, and together we thought that perhaps it would not be a bad time to widen her brief, to investigate some other mysteries which are not a case of misuse of funds, abuse of power, and such like. As far as I''m aware, Ms Findhorn is not investigating any individual within Mars Corporation, but is genuinely concerned that there is so little knowledge on Earth about life on Mars. We''ve also asked her to investigate why no one keeps up a subscription to our news service from there for more than a year, to try to rectify that situation, and pass on news from the Mars colony.¡± ¡°You''re putting her out to pasture?¡± William Maugh was delighted. ¡°Not at all. We''re expanding her remit and giving her a number of other avenues to apply her intellect,¡± Ed said. ¡°Well, I must say, I''m relieved to hear that. Thank you so much for that news, Mr Wendfort.¡±
¡°Alice, Ed here. Sorry for interrupting your all-too-brief honeymoon.¡± ¡°Not a problem, Ed. I presume you have good reason.¡± ¡°I think so, anyway. I''ve just had a Mr William Maugh from Mars Corp''s legal department on the line. They know you''re on your way there and were rather concerned you might be about to blight the impeccable reputation of their employees, drag the corporation''s name in the mud and leave the corporation in tatters. So, if you do happen to know of any corrupt officials, please pass details on to the press office or legal department, so they can stamp out corruption themselves. I told him you were solving other mysteries these days, like how come we don''t have subscribers from Mars, and that we were expanding your remit and allowing you to apply your intellect to other avenues.¡± ¡°How did he take that?¡± ¡°He seemed distinctly relieved,¡± Ed replied. ¡°Oh, earlier on he questioned why you hadn''t sought to get your status as a journalist accredited by Mars Corp as the ''de-facto government of Mars'', and suggested the motive might be being subversive. I assured him that none of my reporters were undermining any duly recognised authorities.¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Alice said. ¡°I honestly hadn''t thought I might need to register.¡± ¡°Well, I took the liberty of looking it up, and to me it looks optional, anyway. It talks about you making the most of your brief time on Mars, the Corporation''s Mars office arranging interviewees for you, and so on. In other words it assumes that reporters are on a tourist trip.¡± ¡°And he didn''t insist I register?¡± ¡°No. But perhaps you ought to show willing and write the press office a note asking if it would be applicable to you, what quid pro quo they might expect, for their assistance, and so on.¡± ¡°Of course. What was his name again?¡± Alice asked. ¡°William Maugh.¡± ¡°Thanks Ed, I''ll do that. I don''t want to upset Mr Maugh.¡±
Note to Mars Corp Press office, 11 A.M. Monday, 20th June Dear press office, It was suggested to my editor that I might seek accreditation as a journalist from the corporation. I believe the person doing the suggestion was named William Maugh, from your legal department. Is that correct? Have I spelt his name correctly? My editor failed to note his exact role, could you let me know it, just in case I need to correspond with him? The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. My editor and I see the various arguments given on your site in favour of accreditation as only relevant for short term visitors, and understand that accreditation is an optional scheme. Are there other advantages more relevant to a long-term resident such as I will be? I presume there is a reciprocal quid pro quo, or fee structure, but I see no mention of it. I understand that a lot of news reporting and analysis on Mars is done by individual blog writers, not linked to a recognisable news channel. Does the press office have any formal relationship with such people? Alice Findhorn (formally now Findhorn-Bunting)
Reply from Mars Corp Press office, 1.01 P.M. Monday, 20th June Dear Ms Findhorn, Thank you for your enquiry. We know about publication deadlines and try to respond to press enquiries within one hour. Unfortunately our press office is very busy at the moment and your reply has been on hold far too long. This automatic response includes the current draft reply to your enquiry. Please accept our apologies if the agent responsible has left themselves notes about what they need to check up on. We hope that what information it contains is relevant and goes some way to answering your query. CURRENT DRAFT Dear Ms Findhorn, I can confirm that Mr William Maugh works in our legal department. There is a contract for journalists seeking accreditation, which I attach in hope that it will answer your questions regarding the process and usefulness of it in your case. CUT EVERYTHING BELOW THIS. Beta test of A.I. for press queries, not approved for external use. Thank you for your enquiry about the role of William Maugh. It is not Mars Corp policy to release job titles for employees. His role is to ensure that the legal department fulfils its remit of ensuring that contracts and policies are complied with, and that corporation employees operate within applicable laws. EDIT THIS: Thank you for your enquiry about spelling. The correct title is: Mr William Maugh, senior manager of Mars Corporation legal department. I THOUGHT POLICY WAS WE DON''T GIVE TITLES! Thank you for your enquiry about accreditation. Accreditation is available through the press office for all journalists visiting Mars. Accreditation allows a journalist to operate more efficiently. EDIT THIS OUT Thank you for your enquiry about Quid pro quo. Quid pro quo is a latin term meaning that someone receives something in return for something, help for help. Database scan of relevant data for phrases ''quid pro quo'' ''William Maugh'' ''accreditation'' ''Alice Findhorn'' ''spelling'': Accreditation is offered for free. Press office manual. Mr Maugh receives a salary of 475000 p.a. in exchange for his work. /Employment contract/ HOW MUCH!? WHY DID A.I. THINK THIS RELEVANT?? Alice Findhorn is an investigative journalist who specialises in exposing corporate corruption. Any enquiries should receive special handling. Seek advice before replying. Press office, specific journalist notes Accreditation helps journalists talk to the right people. Press office manual Please make sure that all journalists go through accreditation processes. This helps us keep track of them and makes sure they don''t talk to any Wannas. Internal memo. Journalists receive accreditation on signing of relevant contract. /Press office manual/ We attach our standard press-pack. We attach contract for accreditation. We attach our corporate structure. We attach our employee pay scale. WHO PROGRAMMED THIS CRAZY AI?? Beta test of A.I. for press queries, not approved for external use. END DRAFT We hope you have found this draft-reply service useful in meeting your deadlines. Hopefully the press relations officer dealing with your enquiry will be in touch with the full response soon. Mars Corp Press Office.
Alice forwarded the message that had just had her and Simon laughing. ¡°Hi, Ed! We just thought you''d like to know, there''s just been a breach of policy at Mars Corp. I''m attaching the reply I got; it''s a lovely example of an automated system seriously biting someone. I wonder if with some suitable editing to make it publishable, it might be a good candidate for the computer glitches column. Hopefully the only person who loses their job is the person who decided to send out draft messages on a fixed deadline. A.¡±
1.10 P.M. Monday, 20th June ¡°Hello, Alice Findhorn?¡± It was a woman''s voice. ¡°Speaking.¡± ¡°I''m ringing about your enquiry to the Mars Corp press office.¡± ¡°Can I ask who I''m speaking to?¡± Alice interrupted. ¡°Emelia Trevors, junior press relations officer,¡± Alice guessed she was about twenty. ¡°And you have had an embarrassing computer error.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°Sorry, never mind, I misjudged the purpose of your call, go ahead.¡± ¡°Well, in answer to your queries, yes, you spelled Mr Maugh''s name correctly, and he does indeed work for the legal department. Regarding the accreditation, I admit that I''m at a bit of a loss. As you gathered, we''re more set up for short term visitors, who need introductions to people to get the most out of their visit. We''re of course happy to provide that service, but with you going as a long term colonist...¡± ¡°You''re not going to be able to keep me away from people you''d rather I didn''t meet? Sorry, let me come clean; your computer decided it had a draft reply to me and two hours had passed. I do agree with whoever it was that asked who''d programmed the A.I.¡± ¡°Ah, urm, that was me. Asking the question I mean.¡± ¡°Do I presume you didn''t programme the automatic release of drafts containing things saying things like ''cut everything below here'' without cutting them.¡± ¡°Correct. And it sent the attachments the A.I. had attached?¡± Alice heard Emelia''s fear. ¡°Yes. For your peace of mind, I''m entirely convinced that the whole lot comes under the category of an unpublishable accidental release of private data. But perhaps our technology correspondent might be in touch about using a sanitised version.¡± ¡°I think I might need to resign.¡± ¡°I think that would be most unfair, Emelia. I assume that you were not responsible for the delay?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Did you even know about the automatic release?¡± ¡°I was briefed on it, during my introduction.¡± ¡°Did the person who delayed you know about it?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And knew the AI generated such silly replies?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°So, not your responsibility, and no serious harm done.¡± ¡°No? I could have just deleted the rubbish myself.¡± ¡°Why didn''t you?¡± ¡°Because they want to train the A.I.¡± ¡°Your superiors?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°So, you were following instructions?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°So, it''s hardly your fault is it?¡± ¡°But it still all went wrong from my terminal,¡± Emelia said, still scared. ¡°Your next call should be to Ed Wentfort, my editor. Ask him to confirm that the accidental release of internal, private data is unpublishable. You should then inform your supervisor that it has happened and the steps you''ve taken to protect the good name of the corporation.¡± ¡°You think it has a good name?¡± ¡°Emelia, if they sack you, then that doesn''t speak well of your superiors, and our treatment of this case might not be favourable to the corporation. If we all just laugh at how badly a computer can turn a simple enquiry into a disaster, then there''s no need for the corporation''s name to ever appear in connection to the cautionary tale.¡± ¡°You''re suggesting that I blackmail my employer?¡± ¡°Not at all. I''m suggesting that your superiors don''t want bad publicity.¡± ¡°Almost a million people''s futures at stake, and counting.¡± ¡°Including mine, so, back to my enquiry. From the perspective of your superiors, I presume you''re not speaking on your own authority, they would like me to sign an accreditation contract, but they don''t really have very much to offer me, correct?¡± ¡°Urm, yes Maam.¡± ¡°And hidden away in the small print, the accreditation contract states, basically, that I don''t mind if your A.I.s invade my privacy and read my mail, so that someone can correct any misunderstandings I might have reached.¡± ¡°Urm,¡± Emelia said. ¡°And of course, I''ve just seen how discreet your A.I.s can be, so no thanks. I''m not going to sign such an agreement. Nor will I agree to keep silent on any matter of illegal or corrupt behaviour, or fail to speak up if I see people''s rights being trampled or a better way that things could be done. Those are not covered in the contract so far, but I thought I''d just point them out. I will however undertake to treat the Martian culture with respect, not deliberately publish anything that will lead to a breach of the peace, or blame Mars Corp for matters beyond it''s control, which are the other key elements in the accreditation contract, I believe. In other words, Emelia, I''m willing to agree to being a responsible journalist, just as long as Mars Corp and it''s agents agree to accord me normal journalistic freedoms, such as protecting my sources, freedom of association and movement and freedom from surveillance.¡± ¡°So... you''d sign up to a modified contract?¡± ¡°Certainly. Ed Wentworth can put you in contact with our legal department, who, of course, would want to check what Mr Maugh and his subordinates come up with before I sign it.¡± ¡°And the services normally offered...¡± ¡°Are not especially interesting to me, no. I don''t actually expect I''ll be interviewing many people until I qualify as a real Martian.¡± ¡°Miss Findhorn...¡± Emelia started asking. ¡°Mrs, actually as of Saturday, though my married surname is Findhorn-Bunting, so it gets a bit confusing.¡± ¡°Oh! Yes, you did write that. Congratulations!¡± ¡°Thank you. You were about to ask something?¡± ¡°I don''t know if this is going to end up normal or not,¡± Emelia gabbled, ¡°but normally our policy is to pair a press officer to a journalist, so you''d normally talk to me assuming I''m on duty. Would that be acceptable?¡± ¡°Certainly. Just don''t go resigning.¡± ¡°I''ll try not to,¡± Emelia said.
1.50 pm. Walking along the ridge. ¡°Is that the end of phone calls for the day?¡± Simon asked. ¡°I certainly hope so,¡± Alice replied. ¡°Now, can you tell me why we''re stopped here?¡± Simon asked, looking around at scenery. It wasn''t the most attractive part of the ridge, so he was a bit confused. ¡°Because last time we were here you didn''t give sleeping beauty a kiss.¡± Alice said, laying back down in roughly the same spot she''d lain before, and closing her eyes. ¡°Oh!¡± Simon exclaimed and rectified that. [I love you Mrs Findhorn-Bunting.] [I should certainly hope so, Dr Findhorn-Bunting.] Emotional feedback started, and they enjoyed one another''s emotions for a while, then Alice''s wrist unit buzzed. [I could turn it off.] Alice offered. [Probably best not to.] ¡°Hello?¡± she responded reluctantly. ¡°Ms Findhorn, this is William Maugh speaking.¡± ¡°Ah, the senior manager of the legal department himself! I presume you are aware of your press office computer systems joining forces to blurt sensitive information to people?¡± ¡°Ms Findhorn, to what use are you planning to put that information?¡± ¡°None whatsoever, except maybe tease Mars Corp officials.¡± ¡°None?¡± ¡°Mr Maugh, I''m not interested in how much your salary is. It doesn''t seem out of place for someone in your role. Though I can''t imagine what you''d possibly do with it all, so I can recommend some charitable causes if you find you yourself burdened by excessive wealth.¡± ¡°May I ask what you are interested in?¡± ¡°Is this a professional or personal question, Mr Maugh?¡± ¡°Your response would be different?¡± ¡°Quite possibly, yes. Assuming you''d allow me to establish the veracity of your answer.¡± ¡°Personally and professionally, I am concerned with Mars Corp''s reputation and continued functioning. I say personally because my sister, against my advice, decided to abandon her career and go to Mars some years ago.¡± ¡°And you feel that the continued functioning of Mars Corp is in danger?¡± ¡°Ms Findhorn, you have a reputation for discovering information that results in resignations or arrests and damages companies.¡± ¡°Thank you for the compliment, Mr Maugh.¡± ¡°It wasn''t meant to be one, Ms Findhorn.¡± ¡°Come, Mr Maugh, would you not find it a compliment to be told that lesser lawyers didn''t want to cross swords with you?¡± ¡°Point taken. Are you investigating Mars Corp in any way, Ms Findhorn?¡± Alice laughed ¡°Mr Maugh, I''m going to Mars, to live there with my husband, and raise my children there, assuming God blesses our marriage. I''d be negligent to not make any enquiries about the corporation.¡± ¡°And that is the limit of your enquiries?¡± ¡°Mr Maugh, do you honestly expect me to answer that? When your sister went there, didn''t you try to find out things and solve any little mysteries you came across?¡± ¡°What mysteries, Ms Findhorn, have you come across?¡± ¡°Mr Maugh, I believe I have reached the limit of what I can tell you over a communications link. If will tell me your sister''s name, and grant me permission to do what I can to verify your account, then perhaps we could have a brief meeting in person before we board.¡± [You''re planning to check on his thoughts?] Simon asked Alice. [Yes, I think so, what do you think?] [I think it''d be good to tell someone in Mars Corp about your dangerous insurance policy. If he''s genuine, he''d be in a good person, I think. So, with his permission, yes, do.] Simon said. ¡°Where you''ll answer all my questions?¡± ¡°I seriously doubt that, Mr Maugh,¡± Alice laughed, ¡°especially if you ask about my sources.¡± ¡°My sister''s name is Eloise Maugh, I expect you can verify her presence on Mars quite easily. Feel free to check however you like.¡± ¡°And are you concerned about her in general, Mr Maugh? Or just concerned for her future?¡± ¡°Who wouldn''t be concerned when his sister has taken a one-way ticket to somewhere you can''t breathe the atmosphere?¡± ¡°Well, you could presumably afford a ticket home for her.¡± ¡°She won''t come, she won''t listen, and she won''t even answer my messages these days.¡± ¡°Ah,¡± Alice said. Alice checked his thoughts. William Maugh was worried about his sister. She hadn''t been in contact for several months, and the last thing she''d sent him had been an extremely angry response to what he''d told her. ¡°Would you like me to contact her?¡± Alice asked, continuing to listen in, ¡°I could pass on some message if you like.¡± ¡°No! No she''ll not thank either of us for that.¡± He was worried that she might pass on what he''d written: either to dangerous people or to the press, say someone like Alice. Alice smiled and stopped listening. ¡°Mr Maugh,¡± Alice said, ¡°let me encourage you to arrange a meeting on Wednesday, if you can''t make it perhaps you could send Emelia Trevors. But right now, my husband and I would like to concentrate on enjoying our honeymoon, if that''s all right with you.¡± ¡°Perfectly all right, Mrs Findhorn-Bunting.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 14: Departure day

Visual effects / Ch. 14:Departure day

Wednesday Morning, 22nd June 2270 Entering the spaceport, Alice spotted two entirely mismatched people hovering by the check-in gate. The man had confident lawyer written all over him, the woman was young enough to be his daughter, and looked rather nervous. [What''s the betting that that''s Emelia Trevors and William Maugh?] Alice asked. [Very high.] Simon replied. ¡°You''re nice and early,¡± the steward said in greeting. ¡°I''ve got a meeting with someone from Mars Corp.¡± ¡°Ah, you''ll be Dr and Mrs Findhorn-Bunting, then?¡± ¡°Correct,¡± Simon said. ¡°Two people to meet you, actually,¡± the steward said, accepting their bags onto the scales. ¡°I presume Mr William Maugh? And my guess is you''re accompanied by Emelia Trevors from press relations,¡± Alice said. Emelia nodded. ¡°Could you get on the scales too, now?¡± the man said, then added ¡°I hope you''re not going to cause any trouble.¡± ¡°So do I,¡± Alice said, obeying. Simon stepped on as well. ¡°Well done on the weights, I read you as one hundred and fifty grammes light. You may either take that as additional water for the journey, or have that much to eat or drink. Please remember that apart from that, from this point on, your fluid and food intake must come from your luggage or match the amount you excrete. You will be issued a receipt each time you make use of the facilities. Don''t be tempted to drink from the taps in the wash-rooms, the fluid in them is a sterilising solution and will make you seriously unwell. Enjoy your flight. Seriously, I''d recommend you don''t eat between now and the flight, it might get messy.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Simon said. He''d read those warnings too. ¡°Would you like any of these bags available to you during the time between now and arrival at the interplanetary craft?¡± ¡°Just this one,¡± Alice said, picking up a back-pack. ¡°Please be at the gate in two hours time. Take off will be in just under three hours. If you miss the gate closing time, your normal and vac-safe luggage will travel to Mars without you, and cargo will take your place. You might be able to find a place on another ship but a penalty fee will be charged and there are no guarantees.¡± ¡°We understand,¡± Alice said. ¡°Has anyone ever done that? Missed a flight, I mean?¡± ¡°For medical reasons, yes: appendicitis, for example. Here are your boarding passes. There will be a final weight check and adjustment at boarding time.¡± He turned to Mr Maugh, ¡°I''m finished with them, sir.¡± ¡°This way,¡± Emelia said.
The interview room was spartan, and Alice guessed normally only held two chairs and a small table. With four chairs it was a bit cramped. ¡°So, I assume you''ve checked that I have a personal reason to be concerned,¡± the lawyer said, ¡°Emelia here is hopefully going to learn a little more about the workings of a responsible journalist''s mind.¡± ¡°You''ve decided I am a responsible journalist, then?¡± ¡°Your behaviour regarding the leak, attitude to accreditation and the very fact that you''ve decided to release some of your information to me indicates that quite well, I believe.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Alice said, ¡°So, yes, Mr Maugh, you have a sister on Mars, and until recently, she worked for Mars Corp''s public relations department there. She now works for the Mars council.¡± ¡°I didn''t know that much even,¡± he replied. ¡°You said something which seriously upset her,¡± Alice said. ¡°I know that.¡± ¡°My guess is that you were attempting to persuade her not to stay on the exciting planet she''s chosen as her home. I further guess that your chosen way was to reveal something unpleasant about your employer. Don''t look so surprised, Mr Maugh, I''ve guessed a few unpleasant things about your employer too. Appendix twenty-seven, for instance, makes interesting reading for its omissions. But, as you''ve maybe noticed, I''m still going to Mars, as a colonist, so those things haven''t put me off either. As a colonist, I''m utterly convinced that the terraforming process must continue, and only Mars Corp has the financial muscle and technical expertise to do that work. I realise that telling Mars Corp officials that I know something that might damage the corporation might be an unwise decision, but I''ll tell you that I''m not planning to publish what I''ve guessed. I''ve no desire to plunge my new home into chaos, and in no way do I intend to blackmail anyone.¡± ¡°Thank you for that reassurance,¡± Mr Maugh said, still tense. ¡°But a couple of weeks ago, full of indignation, I did write it down, and other matters which I plan to investigate on Mars. Even then I knew it shouldn''t be published. Now I''m more convinced.¡± ¡°But it exists in written form?¡± Mr Maugh prompted. ¡°What I wrote exists in encrypted form. Certain unrelated, trustworthy people have the decoding key, others have the encrypted text. As long as I live, that is the way it will stay.¡± ¡°My wife felt that given the other matters she''s investigating, it would be appropriate to have such a mechanism in place.¡± ¡°And will you tell me what these other matters you''re investigating are?¡± Mr Maugh asked. ¡°This is where it gets interesting,¡± Alice said, leaning back in her chair. ¡°Interesting?¡± Emelia asked. ¡°Yes. It depends, you see, on exactly who is behind them. I have my suspicions, and it rather depends on things like loyalties, information flows, who is responsible for Mars Corp''s long term goals, and so on.¡± ¡°In other words, does what you say stay in this room?¡± ¡°For instance, yes,¡± Alice said. ¡°And what you''re investigating is sufficiently serious that you think your life is at stake,¡± Mr Maugh said. ¡°Yes. I now strongly suspect that Mars Corp is not itself involved in this. Unfortunately, at the time I wrote my little insurance policy I wasn''t so sure.¡± ¡°You''re saying that if you die, you will posthumously destroy Mars Corp''s reputation, but you don''t want to.¡± ¡°Precisely. Hence my desire to have this little meeting.¡± ¡°I don''t understand,¡± Emelia said. ¡°Mr Maugh, I assume that you will be reporting on this meeting to the executives and the board. I hope that you will be reporting that you are not at all concerned about my planned investigations of the Martian culture, folk music scene, and so on, as you see nothing there that would in any way damage Mars Corp''s reputation. I would not be at all surprised, in fact I would be very happy if you also noted that I had left an encrypted article based on earlier suspicions I had about Mars Corp, and that although I was not in a position now to alter those, I had revised my opinions. What''s the point of such a system if no one knows about it?¡± ¡°Your not being in a position to alter it is because you don''t have time to meet all your contacts?¡± he asked, deciding that delaying her flight was quite within his authority. ¡°More the very fact that I''ve told you about it. If I''ve misjudged you, you might decide to have me tracked by an army of private investigators. In that case, even if you did decide I ought to have another two weeks or two years on Earth then I would be foolish indeed to rush to visit people in order to replace the encrypted text.¡± He was good, this lawyer. His face didn''t betray him at all. ¡°But you must admit, allowing you on the flight would put you at risk of an accident, and therefore risks destroying the corporation and the terraforming work.¡± ¡°Alice has oversimplified her insurance policy,¡± Simon said. ¡°International News also has a copy. If the holders of the keys decide that International News have published the article already, nothing happens.¡± ¡°So it is very fortuitous that we have Emelia here,¡± Alice said, ¡°because she is in a perfect position to liaise with International. News in the event of my untimely death.¡± ¡°Me?¡± ¡°Yes, you.¡± ¡°How would I be in a position to do that?¡± ¡°The editor will ask you for a certain document. Normally, that would be out of the question, but in the circumstances, Mr Maugh here will approve its release, and the damage to Mars Corp''s reputation will be significantly reduced.¡± ¡°This document is what exactly?¡± Mr Maugh asked. ¡°You won''t want to release it now, I assure you,¡± Alice said. ¡°You probably don''t even want to read it yourself.¡± ¡°But it exonerates Mars Corp of what you''re investigating?¡± ¡°Yes, I believe so.¡± ¡°You''ve read some secret Mars Corp document? Who gave it to you?¡± ¡°Mr Maugh, I will protect my sources.¡± ¡°I don''t entirely understand why you want your insurance policy to be known about if it''s out of date. Or why you want it known that you''re studying Martian folk music.¡± ¡°Perhaps it would be better to say that that is a coded message. If the right people hear it and understand it ¡ª people who are in a position to correct some, ah, mistakes they may have felt compelled to make ¡ª then they might feel it would be in their best interests to correct those mistakes. I am convinced it would be in the best interests of the Martians and the Mars corporation. And Mr Maugh, do feel free to repeat what I''ve just said.¡± ¡°And if they can''t work out what on earth you''re talking about, then you publish?¡± ¡°Oh, I''m planning to publish quite a lot, Mr Maugh. I''m hoping to entirely change a cultural attitude, and I don''t imagine that''ll happen in a few weeks. But once my research has progressed further, and when more people no longer think ''convict'' when they hear about people on Mars, and have some idea about life there beyond short hair and domes, then yes, I''m going to correct that mistake for Mars Corp.¡± ¡°But you''re planning to do that even though you''ve signed an agreement not to bring the corporation into disrepute.¡± ¡°That''s one reason you''re going to pass on my coded message, Mr Maugh.¡± ¡°If I want a hint about what you''re talking about for, should I study the lyrics of my collection of a hundred Martian folk-songs more closely?¡± Emelia asked. ¡°How did you get that? I thought recording them was taboo.¡± Alice asked. ¡°An old friend of my mum sent them. Recorded for posterity and individual study.¡± ¡°Any restrictions on sharing them?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Not as long as you want to learn them¡± Emelia replied, with a smile, ¡°Want them?¡± ¡°Yes please!¡± ¡°I don''t suppose you can tell me what a jit is?¡± Emelia asked. ¡°It''s shortened form of idjit, meaning an idiot or fool.¡± Mr Maugh offered. ¡°But the meaning has shifted,¡± Simon added ¡°it also means a newcomer, someone who hasn''t learned the Martian way of doing things.¡± ¡°And would it give me a hint?¡± Emelia asked. ¡°Probably.¡± ¡°Why not just say plainly?¡± Emelia asked. ¡°Because, for instance, I have no desire to have the entire Mars Corp legal department attempting to shut down my employer, or court orders being made to gag me.¡± ¡°That could still happen,¡± Mr Maugh said, in a sly voice. ¡°Mr Maugh,¡± Alice reprimanded him sternly, ¡°I am firmly convinced that would be a very serious mistake.¡± ¡°How serious?¡± ¡°If you convince me that Mars Corp is not as innocent as I currently believe it to be, then you''re encouraging me to release my insurance package unmodified.¡± ¡°Which you think would damage Mars Corp. But breaking a court order is a serious offence.¡± ¡°But a public interest defence probably applies.¡± ¡°Malicious mudslinging does not constitute public interest.¡± ¡°No, it does not. Mr Maugh, in order to protect you, Emelia, and roughly a million Martians, I have no plans in divulging my article to you. You would almost certainly regret it if you read it, just like your sister probably wished she hadn''t read what you wrote to her.¡± ¡°You mentioned an appendix,¡± Emelia said. ¡°Appendix twenty-seven, non-sensitive bulk materials shipped by Mars Corp. Insufficient evidence in its own right of course, but interesting. Emilia, in your position, ignorance is bliss, I''m warning you: don''t look.¡± ¡°And in my position?¡± William Maugh asked. ¡°I would argue most persuasively that you not be instructed to take action against me. Like I said, I''m on your side at the moment.¡± Alice and Simon heard Mr Maugh reach a decision: he wanted to hear how bad the article was. ¡°Ms Trevors, step outside please.¡± Mr Maugh ordered. She looked surprised, but complied quickly. ¡°Mr Bunting, you''ve read your wife''s article?¡± ¡°I have, but it''s Doctor Findhorn-Bunting.¡± ¡°My apologies. In your slightly removed position, how would you see the results of that article being published as it is?¡± ¡°Are you asking this in your personal or professional capacity?¡± Simon asked. ¡°As a senior Mars Corp manager.¡± ¡°And you don''t mind nightmares?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I have a duty to find out all I can.¡± ¡°I understand that, Mr Maugh. If a simple ''you don''t want it to happen'' will not suffice...¡± Alice shrugged. ¡°Answer the question, Simon.¡± ¡°It depends when it was publieshed, of course,¡± Simon said. ¡°Let''s say it was published in the next few months, I would expect that portions of the Martian economy would suffer, and a period of civil unrest would ensue on Mars. Assuming Mars Corp facilities remain standing, it would find its workers on strike or possibly resigning en-mass. On Earth, I expect that there would be numerous voices raised in the world''s press and at the United Nations, and Mars Corp would eventually find its United Nations charter suspended or revoked.¡± ¡°And you, Maam?¡± ¡°My editor and I agree that my little piece would seriously damage the Martian economy and the reputation of Mars Corp, possibly leading to its loss of charter and dismemberment. Also, in case you''re wondering, I don''t think some of the channels through which it would be released would be at all amenable to pressure from the courts.¡± One of the encrypted texts was, after all, in the hands of the Queen. Mr Maugh listened to the dispassionate way she said it. It was... just hypothetical information to her, and she was certain of what she said. He looked at them in a mixture of disbelief and horror. ¡°What did you write?¡± This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. ¡°Perhaps I''ll show you one day, Mr Maugh. In the mean time, may we catch our flight?¡± ¡°You''d better,¡± he managed to say. ¡°In case you''re wondering,¡± Alice added, ¡°among the other things we''re planning to do is help make the Martian economy significantly less susceptible to what I worked out becoming public knowledge. I''ve decided that letting Mars Corp get away with what they''ve done until now is certainly the lesser of two evils. "It will, no doubt, increase Mars Corp''s operating costs, but the corporation''s officers would probably be well advised to not take an opposing position on that, just in case others don''t agree with me.¡± ¡°You are a very confident woman, Mrs Findhorn-Bunting.¡± ¡°Well, you see, Mr Maugh, I know I''m on the right side.¡±
Soon after everyone was strapped into their places, the two-stage space plane taxied to the end of the runway. The high power jet power units screamed their defiance of inertia and the plane was soon airborne, much like any other plane. Speed was limited to below the speed of sound, for safety reasons, so this was just a long climb. Once the plane had reached fifty thousand feet, there wasn''t much air left for the wings to gain purchase on. The first stage had done its job, and it was time to separate and ignite the air-breathing rocket engines. The rocket engines could have lifted the plane straight from the ground, but hydrogen is bulky, and you can store more energy in the same sized fuel tank if it''s normal jet-fuel. Plus of course, launching the rocket from altitude saved a lot of fuel that would have been used overcoming air resistance in the dense lower atmosphere. Fundamentally, the two-stage design meant that the rocket could launch more mass. ¡°Prepare for separation. Hold on to your stomachs metaphorically, and press yourselves back into your seats literally,¡± the captain said. For a few seconds, the passengers felt almost weightless, and then the rocket motors started, and they were pushed back into their seats with the force of several gravities. [This isn''t very comfortable.] Alice thought to Simon, once the initial shock at the acceleration had passed. [Nice and smooth though,] Simon replied, [we''re not getting thrown about or bounced around, like early astronauts were.] [Hey, that''s right!] Alice thought [We qualify as astronauts, don''t we?] [Not yet, but soon.] The display showed they were approaching forty kilometer''s altitude. That didn''t qualify as being in space by anyone''s definition.
¡°Ladies and gentlemen,¡± the Captain''s voice came over the intercom once more, ¡°we are now approaching orbital velocity. In the interests of keeping your stomachs under control, we''re going to be reducing thrust gradually as we match orbits with the Celestia. If you want to look out, please feel free to select a camera on the display in front of you, we''ll be passing fairly close to some other ships in the parking orbit. The first, and largest, is the Jupiter which is just finishing loading its cargo.¡± [It''s been loading cargo after the people got on board?] Alice asked. ¡°The Jupiter was of course due to leave on Monday,¡± the Captain continued, ¡°but unfortunately for the passengers, there were some loading issues which have made it necessary to adjust the cargo.¡± [I wonder if we''ll hear what those issues were.] [It''s going to need less cargo if it can''t leave on time.] [I believe you, but couldn''t it have a helping hand from some space tug or something?] [Err, maybe.... Have I said I don''t like orbital mechanics?] [Why not?] [It gets too complicated too quickly. {Amazement}] [What?] [I''ve just been looking at it. {image} Did you get that?] [Why does it look green? It doesn''t on my monitor.] [It''s sick.] [Sick? You mean your othersight works through external monitors?] [I guess so. I''ve never tried that.] [And the Jupiter is sick? You mean malfunctioning?] [I guess so. Maybe I''ll see more as we get closer.] [You have an unusual gift. Mama said so, and I believe her.] [Yours is perfectly normal, then?] [Well, at least before I lost most of it I was one among fiftyish.] [Have you tried calling her?] [No. Do you think I should? God said I could talk to you and Sue, remember.] [I think it would be... polite? That''s not quite the right word, but I think it''d be a good thing to try to let her know you were leaving Earth, assuming you can.] [I''m nervous.] [Shall we pray about it?] [Please.]
As gravity reduced to something more like Earth-normal, Simon and Alice finished praying. Simon thought to his wife, [I still think it would be good to talk to her, assuming you can.] [I''m not so nervous. OK, I''ll try it.] Keeping hold of Simon''s hand, she sent out a tentative thought, [Mama, it''s Alice, do you hear me?] [Well praise God, girl! It''s good to hear from you! How are you doing?] [Happy, relieved. On my way to Mars. Well, on my way to the ship that''ll take us there, anyway.] [And holding young Simon''s hand, I see.] [Yes, Mama.] [No emotional feedback then?] Mama Ng. asked. [It''s not too bad these days.] [Oh? Too much stress from all the packing?] [Plenty of stress relief ¡ª we got married.] [Hmm, you always were one to rush into things. How does Simon feel about that?] [Very happy, especially that we can hold hands now.] Simon replied. [Ha! Why doesn''t that surprise me? Hey, do either of you know about hiding your thoughts?] [What''s that?] Alice asked. [Oh bother. You need to go back to school, and you''re in orbit!] Mama explained what hiding thoughts did. [Oh, it sounds a bit like the way you reacted when I first looked at you, Alice.] Simon said, [and a bit like how I managed to ignore peoples thoughts, I guess.] [So you do know about it,] Mama Ng said, relieved. [But what I did was just instinctive, not deliberate, even.] [What about you, Simon?] Mama Ng asked. [Well, I just kept on pushing it away, and eventually it got until I could forget I heard anything. I guess it''s because I''m a more visual person anyway.] [No Simon,] Mama Ng corrected, [it''s just that you''re just ultra-unusual. Right, so you''re basically totally ignorant. Good job you''re together; it''s going to be hard enough as it is telling you how to do this remotely without you getting stuck. Don''t practice this until you can speak privately to one another. Now, let me explain.] and she did.
¡°Excuse me?¡± Simon beckoned to the flight attendant, ¡°I''ve just been looking at the Jupiter, and it looks like the gimbals on the inner three nozzles are seriously confused. I just thought I ought to tell someone.¡± ¡°It''s probably just deliberate design decision, sir.¡± ¡°Someone should probably sack the designer then. It looks far more like last time they were put together, someone was drunk or got seriously confused after a long shift.¡± ¡°You''re an expert in spaceship design then, sir?¡± the attendant''s voice was condescending. ¡°I wouldn''t call myself an expert, no,¡± Simon said, ¡°But I did work in a design office one summer vacation.¡± The attendant murmured an apology and said, ¡°I''ll ask the captain to pass on the word, sir.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Simon said.
¡°Anyone else feeling they might like an extra one?¡± the attendant asked the cabin in general, as he handed out sick-bags. The engines had reduced their thrust in stages, and now the passengers on the rocket-plane were only experiencing a tenth of a gravity. It felt strange, as though they were in something that was plummeting downwards, faster and faster, impossibly fast. ''Up'' had moved and now felt like it was towards the nose of the craft; the Earth, they knew, was not behind them, and the rockets were firing, pushing them forwards, Although the seats had rotated, the whole direction thing was still confusing. Ears, eyes and brain didn''t agree, and for some passengers not much would help except an empty stomach. Simon raised a hand, not daring to open his mouth. ¡°Deep breaths, Simon, remember,¡± Alice reassured him with the words that he''d told her earlier. For her the feeling of nausea had passed quickly, as long as she kept her head still. [What can you tell me about that ship?] she asked, hoping to distract him from what his stomach was saying. [It''s sick, well, broken. The inner three engines weren''t right.] [And you think they know that?] [I expect so. That''s why they unloaded stuff: they''ve got less thrust than they planned for. Sorry, I''m going to be sick.] He promptly was, joining a growing number of other passengers clutching bags to their mouths. Fortunately the space-plane had an effective air cleaning system, and the acceleration meant that spills didn''t float around, and were easily cleaned up. ¡°Feeling better, love?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yes, thank you,¡± Simon replied, ¡°You''re not feeling bad at all?¡± ¡°It''s an odd feeling, but I think I''m getting over it. You don''t feel like trying the candied ginger?¡± ¡°I don''t like ginger,¡± Simon protested. ¡°I know, you said. I was just wondering if you''d like to change your mind, now you''ve experienced some space-sickness?¡± ¡°You''ve been eating it, haven''t you?¡± ¡°Of course. So eat a bit, please, or you won''t want to kiss me.¡± she pointed out, fluttering her eyelids at him. ¡°Oh, all right,¡± he grudgingly accepted the ginger, which had been Evangeline''s wholehearted recommendation to stop nausea. It worked for him too.
Docking with the Celestia The last vestiges of acceleration ended with a slight jerk and a thunk. They''d arrived, and were in free-fall. Disembarkation was going to be interesting, they''d been promised, by the grinning stewards. Alice sensed that they didn''t mean that quite the way it sounded, and asked Evangeline what she ought to expect. ¡°Personally,¡± Simon said ¡°I expect lots of confused people bouncing off the ceiling as they forget that there''s nothing to stop them from doing so. Move slowly.¡± ¡°Good guess,¡± Evangeline agreed, looking forward as one young woman ¡ª who''d clearly ignored the instructions to keep seat belts fastened ¡ª drifted from her seat in in a mess of waving limbs, billowing skirt and multicoloured hair. ¡°Miss Thornthwaite,¡± the steward called, ¡°Please stop thrashing before you punch or kick someone! Everyone else, do not release your seatbelt until personally instructed to do so. Penalties will apply to anyone who ignores instructions. As Miss Thornthwaite is demonstrating for us, it is easy to get disorientated, not to mention humiliated. You will have further noticed that Miss Thornthwaite felt the recommendation to wear trousers did not apply to her.¡± he then added in more compassionate manner ¡°I suggest you adopt a foetal position, miss, and clutch the front and back of your skirt between your knees or ankles.¡± Face flaming, the young woman obeyed. ¡°Now,¡± continued the steward, ¡°You may have noticed that Miss Thornthwaite is spinning more rapidly than she was. Stop her please, Jane.... Thank you. This is a well known effect, described as conservation of angular momentum. It is highly disorientating, and any rotation under weightlessness significantly increases your likeliness of nausea while you undergo space adaptation. I''m sure you''ll be happy to learn that adaptation doesn''t normally last more than a day or two. Any motion aggravates the problems of adaptation, which is another reason we''re not keen on you floating around the plane.¡± ¡°So, what we''re going to do is help you off the plane, with a series of simple movements. Miss Thornthwaite, since you''re out of your seat, we''ll use you for our demonstration.¡± ¡°This is my punishment?¡± she asked, rebelliously. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I get off this plane first as punishment?¡± ¡°Since you''re going to be learning on the spot while everyone else gets to watch you, yes. Follow instructions carefully, or you could end up hurt. I will point out to other passengers that the standard punishment for people if they fail to obey safety-related instructions is a fine of one litre of water or one hundred grammes of their non-drink cabin-cargo. If they injure someone, the compensation payment will also be figured in terms of cabin-cargo.¡± ¡°And if I ain''t got no cabin cargo beyond a change of clothes?¡± Miss Thornthwaite challenged. ¡°You''ve got food and water,¡± the steward replied, ¡°or maybe the injured party might demand your dress. Be good, Miss Thornthwaite. Passengers, let me make something clear. The Celestia is a private vessel operating under Martian law. Access to food, water and breathable air is a privilege dependent on you behaving in a civilised manner. Violent behaviour will not get you talked to by a social-worker out here; attack the crew or otherwise endanger the ship and the captain has the right to decide you belong on the other side of the airlock.¡± ¡°Yeah, we know,¡± Miss Thornthwaite said. Simon reached for Alice''s hand. [That young woman is pretty broken.] [What do you see?] Alice asked. [A lot of anger, see? {image} Anger is sort of yellowish, pain red.] [Why did you look at her?] [Not my idea. Possibly God''s.] [Oh.] [Did you see that glimmer around her?] [Yes. How do you interpret that?] [It''s a guess, but I expect she''s got really fast reactions.] [Thought-hearer?] [That''s my guess.] [And the darkness?] [She doesn''t know the light.] [But the darkness wasn''t very dark, was it?] [No. I''m still guessing she''s not here entirely voluntarily though.] [Why don''t we ask her?] [Because I''m an introvert, remember? I don''t cope with normal people very well, let alone asking violent and dangerously angry girls things they might object to.] [I guess it''s up to me then. But you are planning to come along and protect me, aren''t you?] [Of course. As long as you do most of the talking.] The departure procedure was quite simple, really. The crew of the space plane told people one by one to release their straps, and very slowly move themselves out of their seats. Then they had to assume a foetal position and allow themselves to be thrown gently along the fuselage; now (the crew explained) was not the time to learn how to move in zero gravity. Simon winced. [What''s the matter?] Alice asked. [I hate that term. There''s plenty of gravity here, we wouldn''t be in orbit otherwise. We''re in freefall, so there''s zero apparent gravity. But zero gravity? We''re a significant way down a gravity well, that''s why we''re going in circles!] [You... pedant!] Alice said. [Don''t change, I love you.]
¡°Welcome to the Celestia,¡± a crew member said, catching Alice. ¡°If you''ll please slowly extend your legs. Wonderful. My colleague now will put magnetic bands around your shoes, which will give you some control. Move slowly as the magnets are not very strong. Please do not try to walk on the walls or ceilings, they''re made of aluminium anyway, you''ll just drift. Please make your way down the passageway and turn into the room to your left, find a seat, and strap yourself down. If you come unstuck from the floor, don''t panic, just push yourself slowly off the ceiling and land with bent knees to absorb the impact. Remember to slow down before you get to the corner.¡± Despite the warnings, Alice discovered that stopping when wearing magnetic straps was hard, and she felt she had probably done an impression of a cartoon character skidding round the corner, almost gaining herself a bruised face on the door-frame in the process. Probably half of the chairs were already taken, with a significant gap around Miss Thornthwaite, who had sat in the chair closest to the door. Probably making a point. Oh well, here goes, Alice decided. ¡°Mind if I sit beside you?¡± she asked, having carefully shuffled her feet at a painfully slow speed to avoid repeating the accident. ¡°Would it matter if I did?¡± Miss Thornthwaite asked. ¡°Yes,¡± Alice said, ¡°my husband and I can find somewhere else, I''m sure.¡± ¡°Oh, go ahead.¡± ¡°Thanks. I''m Alice.¡± ¡°Cecilia.¡± ¡°You''re travelling alone?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yeah. They split us up.¡± ¡°Us?¡± ¡°Me and Ralph, my boyfriend.¡± ¡°Who did that to you? That''s not friendly.¡± ¡°Police. Said he''s a bad influence on me. I guess you''re a pair of happy colonists?¡± ¡°You''re not?¡± ¡°Desperate criminals, Ralph and me. Well, desperate to get out of that life anyway. Plan A didn''t work, so we''re on a one-way ticket to farming. I can''t believe there''s no guards or anything.¡± Alice heard Cecilia decide not to tell her what plan A had been. ¡°Why should there be? You''ve chosen a new life.¡± ¡°You''re not a social-worker are you?¡± ¡°Me? No, I''m a reporter,¡± Alice said. ¡°And you''re packing it all in to go farm? You''re nuts!¡± Cecilia said, ¡°no offence meant,¡± she added a bit later. ¡°I''m not packing it in, just moving to a new office. Did you ever think you''d be an astronaut? Growing up, I mean?¡± ¡°Me? An astronaut? Don''t be crazy, I left school before taking my exams.¡± Alice heard Cecilia deciding to leave her assuming that meant she didn''t take them. ¡°Well, where are you travelling right now? Down the road to the shops?¡± ¡°Orbit.¡± Cecilia gaped at her in amazement. ¡°Me! Cecilia the astronaut! What a thought.¡± ¡°Astronaut, Martian colonist, farmer and landowner eventually.¡± ¡°Yeah, eventually.¡± ¡°Do you know how much land you''re going to get?¡± ¡°Not much; ten hectares.¡± ¡°Do you know how much that is?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Not really,¡± Cecilia admitted. ¡°Heard of anyone who had an allotment?¡± ¡°Yeah, my grandad.¡± ¡°Typical allotment is about fifty meters by fifty, you''re getting forty times that size.¡± ¡°Grandad has so many vegetables he sells them,¡± Cecilia said, as realisation dawned. ¡°Exactly. So... what could your grandad do with forty allotments?¡± ¡°Get really tired.¡± ¡°Reckon he could live on it, though?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yeah. No problem at all.¡± Alice looked at the younger woman beside her, and quietly said ¡°Feel free to tell me not be nosey, but are you actually being deported, or just coming with no cash of your own?¡± ¡°Not really sure. I guess technically I''d served my time by the time I got here.¡± ¡°Important difference,¡± Simon said. ¡°Is there?¡± ¡°Yes. If you''re being deported then there''s going to be guards, limited movement, and ten years good behaviour before you get your own claim. If you''re coming because a social worker recommended a new start, then you''re as free as anyone else once you get there.¡± ¡°Free to live with Ralph?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°Assuming he''s free too,¡± Alice said. ¡°He won''t be,¡± Cecilia said, ¡°I love the stupid idiot, but he''s a complete nut-case sometimes, doesn''t know how to stop.¡± ¡°I don''t know what happens to deportees, sorry. Evangeline might,¡± Alice said. ¡°Did I hear my name?¡± Evangeline asked, bouncing off the ceiling. ¡°Oh I love zero g.¡± ¡°Apparent g¡± Simon grumbled. ¡°OK, Mr physicist,¡± Evangeline challenged as she landed, ¡°tell me an experiment that''ll derive a non-zero value for little g in this frame of reference.¡± It was an argument she''d been stumped by on her way out. ¡°If you put an accurate accelerometer in the different corners of the room, there''ll be differences.¡± ¡°How big?¡± ¡°Not very,¡± he admitted, ¡°but measurable.¡± ¡°OK. I''ll try to remember to say apparent. Now, what was I being asked about?¡± ¡°Can I live with my boyfriend when we get to Mars?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°Are we talking sleeping arrangements, personality compatibility, or what?¡± ¡°He''s on the Whitworth as a deportee.¡± ¡°Oh,¡± Evangeline said, then asked ¡°You too?¡± ¡°Don''t think so. I think I''m a social case. Didn''t pay much attention, once I heard he was being deported.¡± ¡°Hmm, that''s better news. That you''re social, I mean. Crims are in dormitories, unless they''re high security. Fifty to a dome, single sex. Ten hours work time, which is mostly construction work and is often night shifts. Eight hours rest time, three one hour meal breaks, three hours free time in a designated dome. As far as I know, that designated dome doesn''t change. If you were a Crim too, then there''d be no guarantee that your free time will match, even if you got assigned to the same dome.¡± ¡°And as a social?¡± ¡°Free to live where you like. Except for minor things like buying a complex. Start saving, that''s about all you can do for that.¡± ¡°A complex?¡± ¡°Field dome plus house dome.¡± ¡°I''m confused. Doesn''t everyone live in the Mars Corp domes?¡± ¡°Nope. Do you really want to spend a large chunk of your time as a builder?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°So, pay attention in briefings,¡± Evangeline said, just as a crew member walked in wearing magnetic boots. He was about thirty. ¡°Hi, sorry, you''re the fifth batch of the day, so you''ll excuse me if I don''t seem very thrilled at the idea of going through this all over again. The good news is you''re also the last batch, so hopefully I won''t have to rush. Any questions, please ask. My name''s Barry Braithwaite. No jokes, please, I''ve heard them all before, and they''re boring.¡± ¡°Preach it brother!¡± Cecilia called. ¡°Urm, sorry, I don''t have the passenger list committed to memory. You''re a Braithwaite?¡± ¡°Cecilia Thornthwaite. I guess our ancestors were once neighbours, or something.¡± ¡°Could be,¡± Barry acknowledged. ¡°Anyway, I''m the purser this trip, which means I look after you lot, and keep the ship''s records. When I say I look after you lot, that means if you need help you talk to me first. I do not do room-service, but you can reach me on the ship''s intercom, dial 222. Don''t get it confused with 111, that''s the emergency number. By emergency, I do not mean you''ve run out of chocolate. Emergency means someone is going to die really soon. Broken leg, dial 222. Broken airlock, dial 222. Approaching alien warship, dial 222. Approaching asteroid, severed artery, or clang followed by your ears popping, dial 111.¡± ¡°Personal screamer going off?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°111, may it never happen. Welcome aboard, Ms Durrel, I presume.¡± ¡°Used to be. I got married. I''m Mrs Durrel-Peebles now¡± Evangeline replied. ¡°Congratulations,¡± Barry said. ¡°What''s a screamer?¡± someone asked from the back. ¡°Radiation monitor. A vital piece of Mars survival equipment. You''ll all get one on arrival on Mars. Keep it with you at all times, along with your portable radiation shelter,¡± Barry supplied. ¡°Also known as your tent,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°How come she''s got one already?¡± the same man asked. ¡°Ms Durrel, would you care to answer that?¡± Barry asked ¡°Sorry, Mrs Durrel-Peebles.¡± ¡°''cos I''m Martian and I''m no jit.¡± that caused a stir of interest in her. ¡°Mrs Durrel-Peebles has kindly agreed to sit in on your orientation lectures and correct any mistakes, fill in any gaps, and generally give you the advantage of some of what she''s grown up knowing. ¡°Every cycle, almost twenty thousand jits, that''s to say new-comers, arrive on Mars. A fair number die. Not from accidents, but from stupidity. Stupidity like leaving their screamer or their tent at home, because they''re not going out for long. Stupidity like going for a walk on their own and then having an accident. For your first year, you can''t call yourself a Martian, and everyone will call you a jit. But if you''re a real jit, then its really easy to end up as a dead jit.¡± ¡°Is that Earth year or Mars year?¡± someone asked. ¡°Earth.¡± Evangeline supplied. ¡°And we all get seventy five hectares?¡± a man asked. ¡°Depends on the population, and what sort of ticket you''re on. If you join the queue before the population hits a million, then you get seventy five. The next day you get fifty. But don''t you ever ask a Martian how big their claim is, that is just so rude. It doesn''t really matter anyway, you can feed a family on two or three hectares.¡± ¡°So what''s the rest of the land for?¡± another voice asked. ¡°Grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, picknick spots, holiday destinations, historical sites with a view to future tourism, roadside refreshment stops. Agricultural experiments, I know someone who thinks there''ll be a market for skiing one day, so he''s claimed a suitable mountain slope. Whatever you like, and if you change your mind, then you can visit the Mars Council offices and alter your claim. It doesn''t cost much.¡± ¡°How much is not much?¡± yet another voice asked. ¡°Half a kilo of biomatter.¡± ¡°The Martian economy gets introduced on day three of orientation,¡± Barry said, putting a stop to that line of orientation, ¡°today I need to tell you about life on the ship.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 15: Orientation

Visual effects / Ch. 15: Orientation

Article: Martian time-keeping. Publication date: TBD. Have you ever wondered what happens to the calendar when the days on the planet you''re on are a different length to the days on Earth? Or when the sun needs an extra forty minutes every day to get back to local noon? Can you imagine the chaos as the two calenders slowly drift apart if the names of days were the same? Do you mean Martian Wednesday or Earth Wednesday? The easy answer is to call the Martian day a sol, and say that you have a week of seven sols and then make sure you don''t name them the same as days on Earth. In the end, the first Martians ended up ignoring the carefully politically correct names suggested in their briefing packs and reverting to the English-derived forms that were easier to remember: Sunsol, Monsol, Tuesol, Wensol, Thursol, Frisol and Satursol. So that''s the days sorted, but what about hours, minutes and the like? Scientists and authors have come up with lots of schemes about splitting up the sol, including the idea of redefining a second to keep up the idea of twenty four hours of sixty minutes of sixty seconds. That one might have worked for flight engineers living all their lives on Earth, but as part of an education system it wasn''t going to work in practice without potentially devastating consequences in, for example, landing spacecraft or anything else that needs a second to be a reliable measure. Others have suggested that there be a time at midnight when the clocks stopped. But when you considered time zones, that either meant one Martian''s clock was ticking and another''s wasn''t, or the clock-stopped time was at night for some people and daytime for others. The people who''d have to live with it decided that was going to get too confusing too. In the end, the decision was made to keep the second the same, and have sixty one seconds in a minute. That went part of the way there, but there then needed to be just over sixty and a half minutes in an hour. After some screaming from makers of mechanical clocks that it was much much easier to add leap seconds or minutes than grind a non-integer number of teeth on a cog, the Martian flexible hour was designed. The requirements were laid out: each day should be the same length, to within a second. No two hours should be more than a minute different. Fifteen hours were to be sixty-one minutes long, eight were to be sixty, one was to be be sixty minutes and twenty seconds. Every four days an extra second would be added. Clocks in different time-zones would have to observe the same number of minutes in their hours, that is to say the mechanism or rule-set that generated leap seconds and leap minutes was required to be separate from the displayed time. Since that calculation ended up with a day that was just a little too long, every few months one of the extra seconds wouldn''t be added. After the clock designers had looked at these technical requirements they decided that maybe they could use a carefully matched pair of rubber wheels rather than cogs after all; they proposed that the idea be abandoned, and that the Martian hour be defined as 60.638827930 minutes of 61 seconds each. That, replied the parents and teachers, was just too horrible to contemplate. The Martian flexible hour was accepted, computers were programmed, and every year there was a hobbyist competition on Earth to build reliable mechanical clocks that would accurately show Mars time. On Mars, people had other concerns, and simply used their wrist units to tell the time. What does that do to speeds? Well, for science the meter per second isn''t changed. Hurrah, our rocket won''t get unit-confused! For land speeds, well, we''re talking about a two and a half percent difference. People decided they can cope with driving a bit slower than on Earth. After all, if you damage your mars-mobile, you''re probably not going to think about the paintwork; your air supply is going to be much higher up your list of priorities.
Celestia, 9.20 am day two (23rd Jun) ¡°Not to mention the radiation shielding,¡± Evangeline added after reading the draft. ¡°Oooh, yes,¡± Alice agreed, ¡°thank you. How are we doing for time?¡± The reason Evangeline had knocked on their door was to say it was almost time for the first Mars-orientation lesson. ¡°You''ve just got time to brush your hair if you want to be a dandy-lion clock,¡± Simon said. The air was quite dry and the gravity was very low, which all added up to static electricity doing interesting things to hair styles. ¡°I think I''ll avoid the hairbrush then. Shall we go early?¡± ¡°Why not?¡± Simon agreed.
It wasn''t Barry today, but a woman who didn''t bother to introduce herself. ¡°Right, let''s get started. This is day one, and today''s material is a crash course in life on Mars. The material is straight from Mars Corp, so don''t blame me if it''s not right. The crime rate on Mars is really low, probably because there''s no where to run to, everyone knows who you are, and if the courts decide you''re a danger to society then they don''t bother with prison. Food, water and air are not counted as inalienable rights on Mars. Privacy and personal property are. If you want to start a fight with a Martian, touch their stuff or break their privacy; that''s to say: claim size, compost heap, parentage, place of origin. You get clues: if someone''s looking tired of life and has long hair then their compost heap is a disaster, if they''re looking semi-bald but relaxed, then maybe they''ll be eating tomatoes or other fresh vegetables pretty soon.¡± The woman paused for breath. She always did this bit of the orientation, and wasn''t sure what Barry had meant about today changing the way she did it as he handed her the passenger list. She never bothered reading it, it only started to make sense to her after she''d met the people. ¡°Mars Corp provide nutritious food, and also air, water and accommodation to anyone who needs them in exchange for just a couple of hours of community labour a day. They also provide access to composting areas and farm areas. Composting is a very important part of life on Mars, as without compost you can''t expect to grow anything. Growing your own food means that you don''t need to participate as much in the community labour, and you can instead use your time to earn an income at one of the many Mars Corp factories or research units. I said the crime rate was low, but the unemployment rate is zero. There are plenty of vacant jobs on Mars, even with the massive influx of people every cycle, Mars Corp provides well paid jobs for everyone. With your needs provided for by Mars Corp, you can use almost a hundred percent of your earnings to buy luxuries, buy a family dome, or improve your claim for the day when crops grow unprotected.¡± ¡°Or you can buy a field dome as well as a family dome and get out of doing community labour entirely.¡± Evangeline said. ¡°Well, yes, I have heard of some people doing that,¡± the woman said, nonplussed. ¡°And there are plenty of other ways to earn your cash than working in the factories.¡± ¡°Thank you, miss. Now, if I may continue with my material? Will everyone please keep all comments to the end as I find interruptions disturbing.¡± She continued reading the prepared material, and as she moved on to discussing the care and maintenance of compost heaps, how often they needed checking, and so on, Alice noticed Evangeline looking more and more troubled. Eventually she raised her hand. ¡°All questions at the end please.¡± the woman continued, ¡°when an undesirable combination of bacteria have become prevalent then sterilising the heap...¡± Evangeline couldn''t stop herself interrupting, ¡°This is all total jit splurt. Whoever wrote this needs their heads examined. Sterilizing a compost heap?¡± ¡°When an undesirable combination of bacteria have become prevalent then sterilising the heap with a bleach solution may become necessary as a last resort.¡± the woman repeated. ¡°Bleach! That''ll ruin it forever! I''ve never heard anything so stupid in my life,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°What does it say next? Carrying a breather is a needless precaution?¡± Red-faced, the woman put down her notes, and said in a deadly voice ¡°since you know so much, miss, you can take over, if you like.¡± ¡°No offence meant, maam,¡± Evangeline said, embarrassed, ¡°but whoever wrote that hasn''t had a heap, not a real one, anyway.¡± ¡°I''m sure compost heaps need different treatment on Earth and Mars,¡± the woman said, trying to regain control. ¡°With respect, maam,¡± Chris said, ¡°As the son of a keen gardener and a farmer, I''d say they don''t ever need that treatment on Earth, either.¡± ¡°I know it sounds unusual...¡± the woman tried again. ¡°I''ve heard of it happening, but never knew it was actually recommended by the corp,¡± Evangeline said ¡°It''s a totally jit thing to do. The compost will never amount to anything if you go chlorinating the stuff, and it''ll ruin the soil too.¡± The phrase ''jit thing to do'' sunk into the woman''s mind, along with her certainty about the proper handling of a compost heap, and dropping the word earlier, as though there was no other sort of heap worth the name. It added up to a single answer. No Earthling would say that, and Barry''s saying that she''d never give the presentation the same way began to make sense. She changed tack. ¡°I understand there is an expression on Mars: ''Listen to the teens, they do know far more than you do.'' Is there truth in that?¡± ¡°Some,¡± Evangeline replied, grinning at hearing the changed tone of voice, ¡°Certainly compared to a jit. But compared to their elder siblings, they just think it. The real ones to listen to are the elder second and third gen. But even they can learn some new tricks.¡± ¡°Could you tell us how a heap should be cared for?¡± ¡°Sure. First off... the Mars Corp bacteria... they''re good, but one size doesn''t fit all. I think I read once they worked out that mix based on some idealised mix of leafy waste, tough stems and stink stuff. If that''s what they chose, then fine, but you''re not going to have that, ever I hope. Putting stink stuff in your heap is like... so unhygenic. Flush it away like civilised people, just make sure you get a receipt. So, don''t worry if your ratios fluctuate a bit. ¡°At first, you''re probably going to have to feed your heap on inappropriate stuff; toenails, hair, house-dust, any natural fibres you can get. It''s better than nothing, but it''s not good. Mars corp have given you that colonisation manual, for instance. Unless they''ve made a change, that''s on real paper, woodpulp. That''s just wonderfully compostable stuff just there. Maybe you''ve brought some fruit and vegetables with you. That''s great, hopefully there''s some way of drying your apple cores on board, because you surely don''t want to throw them away. If you do make a friend or two who''s prepared to lend you some plant matter, so much the better. The sooner you can put real dead plants into your heap the better. The other thing you''ll probably have is waste food, plate scrapings. That''s not wonderful for your heap either; it''ll work, but it''s too wet. On Earth you had beetles and the like to mix up your heap and keep it aerated. Too much wet stuff and you get bacteria that like slime, and slime doesn''t make a good heap. You need to dry out that water, and mix in lots of air. If your heap gets too slimy, then it''ll kill of the good bacteria, and if you see it going that way you do need to take drastic action ¡ª take your heap for a walk outside. Let the water evaporate off, and then mix in some improved regolith. Not just stuff you''ve dug up from outside, because then you''re putting poison in your heap. Anyway, if you''ve got too much slime, then dry out three quarters and mix it up better than you''ve been doing. If you''ve got more waste food and you''ve already got some slime, then dry out the waste first. None of this is ideal though.¡± ¡°So what''s ideal?¡± the woman asked. ¡°For most people here, almost certainly trade. Trade your slops and stuff for plant-matter, your skills and crafts for cabbage stalks and clippings and stuff like that. Find people who want some help at harvest time or a haircut or a dress made and work for some fruit or veg for your plate and offcuts and clippings for your heap. If you can, trade with a second or third gen person for year-on-year proven topsoil. That will include the right bacteria in it to properly start a stable heap. And make sure you keep it aerated, not too wet, just moist enough. And never, ever take more than about half your heap out. You''ll be tempted, but just don''t do it. Slow and steady, and your heap will grow nicely. And remember, I''ve been talking about your heap as though its one thing, but really, you want to have two or three heaps, for recently added stuff, maturing stuff and compost that''s almost ready to use.¡± ¡°You say most people? There''s another way?¡± ¡°Well, Chris here married a Martian with a healthy heap and an improved claim.¡± ¡°Have you got any unmarried sisters?¡± asked a man about Simon''s age. ¡°Yes, one. I''ve also got cousins, and friends. Whether I''m going to introduce you to them is another question entirely. Simon and Alice, do you want to make people here burn with jealousy?¡± ¡°It might not work,¡± Alice said, ¡°but we''re going to try growing some plants with hydroponics on processed regolith. Hopefully, that''ll give us some real plant matter to seed our heap, right from the start, and I won''t need to poison it with my hair-dye.¡± ¡°Is hair dye really toxic?¡± Cecilia asked. Her own hair was a mixture of shades that genetics only gave to tropical birds, butterflies or flowers. ¡°It says don''t drink it on the bottle, I really don''t know beyond that,¡± Alice replied. ¡°For what its worth,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°adding hair and toenail clippings to compost is one of those ''it doesn''t seem to hurt and it adds bulk'' things. I''m pretty sure that a kilo of plant stems would do much better.¡± ¡°Who''s going to let us have that?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°If you find someone who''s selling their crops to spacemen, there''s a pretty high chance their heap is doing well enough for them to give you stems as wages. And it just happens you''re around some spacemen for the next few weeks, so ask them for contacts.¡± ¡°And... they might let us work for proven topsoil too?¡± someone asked. ¡°Probably. Not much, but every little helps.¡± Eventually they went back to the material.
12.15 pm, Alice and Simon''s room. ¡°Our society''s a crazy mixed up thing, isn''t it?¡± Evangeline asked Alice after the session had ended. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I mean, my big brother got to have so much waste plant matter he couldn''t fit it all in the area he has for his heap ¡ª that''s why he started feeding it to rabbits ¡ª but there are people shaving their heads for a few hundred grammes of hair.¡± ¡°How many people are there doing as well as your brother, though?¡± Simon asked. ¡°I really don''t know. He''s a long way from unique.¡± ¡°When I was first experimenting,¡± Simon said, ¡°my first crop was pretty poor, the plants all straggly and miserable looking. But the next year they grew really well. Is that just because I didn''t have the compost mature enough the first time, or was it that I needed more compost in the sand?¡± ¡°Probably a mixture of both. You certainly don''t need as much later on as you do the first time round.¡± This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. ¡°So that ratio of compost to regolith from Mars Corp, was that a reasonable?¡± ¡°I think so. For new regolith.¡± ¡°Wow,¡± Alice said, ¡°you mean they got something right.¡± ¡°They''re not total jits, Alice,¡± Evangeline pointed out, ¡°just about some things.¡± ¡°Changing the subject entirely, what do you think about Cecilia?¡± Alice asked. ¡°First impressions? She''s asking all the right questions, all except the ones about her crim of a boyfriend.¡± ¡°She''s pretty good at judging people,¡± Chris added, ¡°but she''s obviously got a blind-spot there.¡± ¡°I''m not surprised about the judging people,¡± Simon said, ¡°more about the blind spot.¡± ¡°Why, because of her background hanging out with criminals?¡± Evangeline asked. Simon shook his head, ¡°unconfirmed guess, and it''s not a topic for gossip or idle speculation, sorry.¡±
12.30pm, ship''s dining room The morning''s lecturer pointed an accusing finger at Barry; ¡°You knew.¡± ¡°Have an interesting lecture, Sam?¡± Barry replied. ¡°You knew there was a Martian on board.¡± she repeated. ¡°Of course I knew, so does the captain. You could have known too, if you bothered to read the passenger list. Her father went out on the Celestia, told her all about the joys and dangers of swimming in space, too.¡± ¡°Oh, did he now? Hmph. And that''s why she''s with us not the Jupiter, say?¡± ¡°She trusts water better than stitching.¡± ¡°Sensible girl.¡± ¡°So, did she ruin your presentation?¡± ¡°Until I realised she wasn''t just a snotty little know it all.¡± ¡°What broke that idea? Someone told you?¡± ¡°I missed a hint or two, but then she said bleaching a failed heap was ''a jit thing to do'', and alarm bells rang. Never heard a passenger say that before.¡± ¡°We''ve never had a Martian passenger.¡± ¡°I''m looking forward to this evening.¡± ¡°What''s up then?¡± ¡°I''m off duty.¡± ¡°So, you''re going to hug your engines?¡± ¡°Nope. I''m going to lounge around here and pluck a chord or two.¡± Samantha had two passions in life: tweaking the ships engines and Martian folk music. ¡°Does she play?¡± Barry asked. ¡°No, even better; she sings.¡±
News article, International News evening edition, 23rd June 2270 _Space disaster averted: hundreds might have starved from botched maintenance._ The seven hundred and fifty people on board the Space Transport Jupiter have a lot to be thankful for. The passenger and cargo vessel was due to depart for Mars on Monday, but fortunately for everyone on board some loading issues delayed its departure. Since delay means more acceleration is needed to get to Mars, and the Jupiter was already near the maximum weight it could take there, some cargo had to be removed and caused more delay, which was no doubt annoying for Mars Corp. But not as devastating as what would have happened had a sharp-eyed passenger on board another vessel, the Celestia, not spotted yesterday what no one else had: during recent maintenance to the engines a mistake had been made in reassembling them, and three of them were not correctly attached to their alignment mechanisms. It is not fully certain if the mechanism would have failed or if the mounting would have broken, but in either case, full control of those rockets would not have been possible to the flight computer. Samantha Winters (ship''s engineer on the Celestia) stated that while it is not officially her duty to do so, she always checks work done on the ships engines. She''s seen tired workers making mistakes but these have always been quickly corrected by their colleagues or supervisors without intervention by her. She stated that she has never seen such a potentially disastrous mistake. Her opinion is that (depending when the Jupiter''s engineer identified the cause of the strange thrust pattern), the Jupiter might have been able to return to Earth, or it might have totally failed to reach the right flight path to Mars, making it take considerably longer to rendezvous with the planet than was planned, on the order of months, or even years. Since passengers and crew were only carrying food for a transit time of two months, the extra flight time could have caused a major space disaster. On older ships like the Celestia, the crew have the ability to jettison cargo to make up for lost thrust relatively simply, but this hasn''t ever been necessary. The Jupiter''s more mass-efficient design means that jettisoning significant amounts of cargo is almost impossible without exposing the crew and passengers to a significant risk from radiation storms. Thus, had the alarm not been raised, the captain of the Jupiter would have had to weigh the risks of starvation or radiation sickness. Mars Corp, when questioned, stated ''We are committed to the highest safety standards in all our work, especially flight operations. The Jupiter would have only departed for Mars after a full systems check, so we do not wish to speculate on hypothetical questions. We do, however, wish express our gratitude to the individual concerned in raising the alert.'' When asked about how the error occurred, they stated ''It is not our policy to comment on investigations currently underway.''
8.40pm, ship''s dining room ¡°Do you know this one?¡± Samantha asked, playing the introduction to ''a jit thing to do''. ¡°Oooh, you rebel,¡± Evangeline said, with a grin. ¡°What''s it about?¡± Sam asked. ¡°Staying alive.¡± ¡°No, I mean, really.¡± pushed Sam. ¡°It''s all a metaphor or something, isn''t it?¡± ¡°It''s all about staying off Mars Corp''s register, and so staying alive.¡± Evangeline expanded, deadly serious. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Cecilia asked, shocked. ¡°Mars Corp have a register of who''s related to who, where you live, and so on. Registering is optional, has no legal importance, and according to the song it''s a real jit thing to do, because someone doesn''t like people with big claims.¡± ¡°I''ll be safe then,¡± Cecilia said. ¡°Yeah, maybe. But maybe not. Do you really want everyone to know where you live?¡± ¡°Everyone? There''s no access restrictions?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Not effective ones,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°There''s a password that gets sent to all staff working at the Mars Corp offices, in case they''re asked to be on the front desk. All staff includes teenagers doing cleaning jobs after school. You can imagine how secure that stays.¡± ¡°But the song doesn''t mention claim size,¡± Sam said, puzzled. ¡°No. It talks about firsters and seconders,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°who have big claims.¡± ¡°I thought firster just meant first generation?¡± Sam said. Evangeline shook her head ¡°Sorry, that''s called confusing the outsider. A firster is, well, was by now, I expect, from the first wave.¡± ¡°Why do you call me a rebel?¡± ¡°Singing a song which lead to Mars Corp denying its last claim to be the de-facto government of Mars?¡± ¡°It what?¡± ¡°A government has records of its people, and records of who owns land, or at least has that right, doesn''t it? That song led to Mars Corp giving way to popular pressure to leave all registration of births to the Mars Council. Failure to tell the Council of a birth has consequences. Failure to tell the Corp? None whatsoever. Same goes with land. A claim is only yours when you''ve registered it, which has given some scumbags involved in private sales a bit of a surprise, I can tell you.¡± ¡°Please do,¡± Sam said. ¡°A guy was desperate for a loan, went to the wrong guys for it, who said, ''OK, we''ll give you a whole wad of money with your claim as collateral, here sign on the dotted line.''¡± ¡°With the contract being a sales contract?¡± Cecilia prompted. ¡°That''s an old con.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Evangeline agreed, ¡°then a few months later, they tried to get him kicked off his improved claim, just like they''d been able to do on Earth. The council read the contract, listened to him, listened to them and said, ''What do you mean you bought it? That contract''s totally invalid, claims are protected property with a fixed price. You can''t buy a claim that cheaply, end of story. If he wants to pay you back the money you gave him for no reason, that''s up to him, but since you were trying to cheat him out of his children''s birthright, we''d advise him against it. Now, can we see your license for issuing that loan...'' at which point things really went down hill for them.¡± ¡°That''s a lovely story,¡± Sam said, ¡°I wish it was true.¡± ¡°Want me to look up the official court report?¡± Evangeline challenged. ¡°Courts don''t work that way!¡± Cecilia protested. ¡°Once you''ve got it, a claim is pretty much yours for life,¡± Alice said. ¡°But it''s really hard to get one, I know,¡± Sam said. ¡°Land, join the queue, get to the front of the queue, say you''d like to register for your claim.¡± ¡°But you need to stay there, right?¡± Sam asked. ¡°You''ve never spent the night on Mars?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Of course I do!¡± Sam said. ¡°Find someone who recognises you from a previous visit, with a good rep, take them with you to the council. You can probably get your claim backdated. They''ll probably call you a jit, but it''s allowed as far as I know.¡± ¡°I can do that?¡± ¡°As long as you''ve got a good witness.¡± ¡°Would Scaredy Jim be a good witness, assuming I manage to track him down?¡± ¡°You know Scaredy Jim?¡± ¡°I expect he''ll remember me bugging him to record his songs. He wrote a song about me, anyway.¡± ¡°No way! You''re ''Sensible Sam the engine fan?''¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°You know that one too, eh?¡± Samantha blushed. ¡°I''ll sing it one evening in your honour. To my mind, you have made a significant contribution to the good of the planet.¡± ¡°Is that a good thing?¡± Samantha asked. ¡°It is if you want some extra hectares of claim,¡± Evangeline replied. ¡°I thought your claim size was fixed?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°No. You can buy more with gold, or the council can grant you more for say solving crimes or otherwise contributing to the good of the planet.¡± ¡°What sort of things does that cover?¡± ¡°Oh, practical advances in science for example, or charitable acts, saving lives, solving crimes, like I''ve said, rescuing lost kids, inventing stuff that makes life easier. They give out a about a thousand hectares a year. If anyone discovers gold, they''ll probably get a load, since industry needs it.¡± ¡°Surely Mars Corp imports it?¡± Sam said. ¡°Yes, for their factories,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°Their monopoly, their rules, for someone this end to get it imported is very very difficult. They make various claims about why, but really, they don''t want you to. Individuals can carry it with them, no problem, but otherwise there''s basically none on the planet outside Marscorp''s hands.¡± ¡°But you can swap gold for land?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°Ten grammes per hectare,¡± Alice supplied, ¡°I guess that stops if someone discovers a gold mine.¡± ¡°Which makes a typical claim worth quite a lot,¡± Simon summarised, ¡°but the council won''t let anyone buy it at any other price.¡± ¡°What happens to the gold that the council buys for land?¡± Alice asked. She''d wondered that for a while. ¡°There''s a sort of auction,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°So land is sold for gold, and gold is sold for... compost?¡± Alice asked. Evangeline laughed. ¡°That would be crazy, wouldn''t it? No. It''s normally sold for goods and services to the council, say one gramme for a hundred hours of expert work on some project. Or for earthling money, at about three or four times the price on Earth.¡± ¡°And can there be private sales of gold?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°That gets a bit complicated,¡± Evangeline said ¡°Gold sales can be agreed privately, but they have to be concluded at the council. You need paperwork for any gold you own.¡± ¡°Any gold you''ve got in your cargo, you''ll need to declare on entry.¡± Barry said, coming over. ¡°But I don''t really understand why.¡± ¡°It''s all about protecting people,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°We know that there are unscrupulous people among us, and that there are desperate people. The reason that gold needs to be declared when you arrive and sales are recorded is to protect people''s claims. Someone pointed out that its all very well to insist that someone hands over a pile of gold if they''re buying land off a wanna, but without the paperwork what''s to stop them agreeing beforehand that they''ll get most of it back later on?¡± ¡°Buying land of a ''oner''?¡± Cecilia asked, confused ¡°Is a ''oner'' like a firster?¡± ¡°No,¡± Evangeline said ¡°Wanna as in ''Wanna go home''. Their dream has fallen apart, they''re desperate to leave, but they can''t get the cash together for the fare home.¡± Sam nodded. ¡°We''ve carried a few of them when they did get the money. Every one had roughly the same sad story, how their spouse or girlfriend or boyfriend had died, and they''d really only come to be with them, and they couldn''t cope without them. But of course they did cope for years. I can''t help thinking that they''d been blaming being on Mars, but they''d be just as miserable back on Earth.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± agreed Evangeline, ¡°It''s not always true. Some people just need to see more nature. I can see their point, having been on Earth, but I do still yearn for the wilderness back home.¡± ¡°You won''t be sad to see plants growing there though, one day?¡± Alice asked. ¡°No. I''m not in love with dust and rocks so much as wide open spaces and the thought that for all I know there''s a chance I''m the first human to ever set foot there, and that as long as there''s been a storm, the person who comes after me can have the same thought.¡± ¡°Oh, a bit like seeing a landscape covered in untouched snow?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Yes, exactly.¡± ¡°What you said about seeing more nature... aren''t there any parks or anything like that?¡± Chris asked. ¡°Not yet,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°For seeing growing stuff, the closest you''d get is people''s allotments in the big domes. Of course you can''t go strolling over someone''s vegetable plot. When some sort of ground cover can grow outside, I''m sure it''ll happen. If that''ll be grass or something else, I''ve no idea.¡± ¡°And no one''s thought of the psychological advantages of having even a smallish garden dome available?¡± Chris asked. ¡°You mean some landscaping, with grasses and flowers?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°Well I have. So when we''re really rich, maybe we can donate one to the planet.¡± ¡°You don''t think that, say, a thousand people might contribute a bit?¡± Alice asked. ¡°They might.¡± Evangeline shrugged, ¡°It''s worth a try, I suppose. You never know. It worked for the swimming pool.¡± ¡°So there is a swimming pool?¡± Simon asked, ¡°I''d begun to wonder if there were any sports places at all.¡± ¡°Yes, there''s a pool,¡± she confirmed, ¡°and between the latest big dome being finished and the next influx, there''s a temporary sports arena for athletics and field sports.¡± ¡°Sorry to interrupt,¡± Samantha said, and plucked a chord, ¡°But can we start?¡± ¡°Of course! Registerin''?¡±
Magazine-article. Who actually runs Mars? It''s clear that Mars Corp are the people you need to talk to about getting to Mars, and they are also the major employer on the planet. But does that actually make them the de-facto government of the planet as they often claim? If we considered an isolated island state on Earth, if there was a transport company that served the community and which was also the island''s main manufacturer and employer, then there''d be no question. The company concerned might be a friend or a foe, a force for good or a bully, but we wouldn''t consider it the government. Being the government of a country is more than that. So, lets look at ten functions of a government. 1. Passing laws and maintaining law and order: the Mars Council do that. 2. Having effective control of borders and external trade: Mars Corp do that, since they''ve got the monopoly on travel. 3. Deciding on immigration policy: well, the U.N. made initial policies on quotas, and the Mars Council has persuaded them to allow some exceptions, so I''m allowing half a point here to the Council. 4. Controlling domestic trade and financial policies: the Mars Council has protected certain classes of possessions, and their legal transfer is only possible with Council oversight. They also issue licences to certain financial activities, for example giving loans. 5. Infrastructure development and policy: Mars Corp. 6. Taxation: hmm, are there taxes on Mars? I haven''t heard one way or another. Pass. 7. Currency control: interesting one that, Mars Corp run what might pass as a bank, and I haven''t found who controls the rate of exchange yet. I''ll give the point to Mars Corp. 8. Records of births and deaths: the Council''s population numbers are reported by Mars Corp. and the council has decided that paper records are the best way to simultaneously prove lineage, protect privacy and avoid data corruption by hacking or glitches. 9. Grants of unowned land: the Council. 10. Records of land ownership: the Council decided that people could hide ownership under registered pseudonyms, and that it wouldn''t record who owned what pseudonym. Mars Corp moaned a little but the Council''s decision has prevailed. Is Mars Corp the government? I don''t think so, with only three of the above functions, and allowing the Council to prevail on one of them. Is the Mars council? It looks like it''s got a stronger claim, with five and a half out of the ten functions, but those three functions that Mars Corp have are big ones, and clearly Mars Corp could hold the planet to ransom, in all sorts of ways. All in all, though, I think that Mars would descend into a disaster if the council failed to function far faster than it would without regular input from Mars Corp''s management. However, perhaps it is better to say that neither Mars Corp nor the Council in isolation are the government of Mars, but that between them they administer the functions of government. It would be nice to say they cooperate to do that, but I''m not very sure. After all, Mars Corp is, by U.N. resolution, a monopoly operating for the good of its shareholders and (according to the resolution) thereby humankind in general. In contrast, the Council is made up of Martians who are working for the good of the people of Mars. One can imagine there are tensions, especially since the shareholders of Mars Corp are sovereign states on distant Earth, some of whom don''t have the reputation of working fully for the good of their own people. It is quite normal for a journalist visiting a foreign land to be accredited by the government there, and before leaving for Mars for I got accreditation from Mars Corp. I thought I should mention that I''m also seeking accreditation from the Council too.
News article, International News, 25th June 2270 Near disaster on Space Transport Jupiter not reported to ISTA Representatives of the International Space Travel Authority say the authority were not contacted by Mars Corp regarding the near disaster on the Space Transport Jupiter, which had just requested clearance for departure when the warning about its uncontrollable engines was given. Three of the main engines on the Jupiter, now on-route to Mars, had been left with the thrust vector controls connected wrongly after routine maintenance checks. Had the error been discovered prior to the departure request, there would be no requirement to inform the ISTA, but the fact that clearance had been requested meant that technically the Jupiter was in transit, and any safety-related issue with a passenger ship in transit needs to be declared within 24 hours. Mars Corp state in their defence that they were not aware that the ship''s captain had requested departure clearance, and that, the captain having requested clearance, ought to have informed the ISTA himself. Furthermore, they stated that by requesting clearance without ensuring that routine safety inspections had been completed, the captain had violated Mars Corp policy. In reply, the captain''s legal representatives stated on his behalf that he had been under intense pressure to leave quickly and that Mars Corp dispatchers had assured him that all safety inspections had been carried out, but that despite this, he had not yet requested departure clearance. They were not able to reply on the issue of reporting to ISTA.
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News article, Global News, Monday 27th June 2270 Intense pressure on space captains under scrutiny The increasing furore over the botched maintenance of the new space transport Jupiter and what did and didn''t happen when, is leading to numerous voices being raised about the pressure that captains of spacecraft are placed under. The spokesman for the Association of Space Workers stated that owners pile on pressure to put on all the cargo that the ship can legally carry, down to a few hundred grammes, in order to maximise profits; dispatchers press for quick departures; engineers press for delays in order to double-check systems; and so on. In the case of the Jupiter, the dispatcher appears to have actually requested clearance without the captain''s say-so. There will, clearly be repercussions. The dispatcher is now facing a criminal enquiry here on Earth, but Mars Corp''s most senior captain, Captain Jules Kirkley of the Jupiter, has stated that given the lack of support from his employer and the pressure he''s been under, he fully intends to resign his post on arrival at Mars Orbit. Captain Kirkley has visited Mars on more than ten occasions in the past and we understand that during his visits he''s often been seen in the company of a certain member of the Mars Council. We contacted the Mars Council and have just received this reply: ''The council is fully aware of Captain Kirkley''s present difficulties and would be fully supportive of whatever decision he makes. As to your other questions, we remind you that full privacy is the right of all on Mars, so take your nosey questions elsewhere.¡± So, there you have it. We guess from the force of that reply there is a relationship there.
News article: International Enquirer, 27th June Chief captain to quit after series of Mars Corp errors Mars Corp''s most experienced captain Jules Kirkley, has declared that he will be resigning after the organisation''s spokesman all but hung him out to dry for what is turning out to be the Mars-Corp scandal of the decade. First vital maintenance procedures were clearly ignored, and it took a member of public to spot that there was something seriously wrong with the Jupiter''s engines. Then the dispatcher, impatient with how long he''d been kept from his coffee, decided to ignore all the right procedures and request departure clearance for the Jupiter before the Captain had been told that everything had been checked. Then, finally Mars Corp''s spokesman decided the person to blame was their most experienced Captain. The captain had every expectation of his employer standing up for him, but instead he got the blame for something that was in no way his fault. This is not the attitude of an organisation that prides itself on earning it''s good reputation, instead this is an organisation that wants to keep it''s reputation, even if truth is the casualty. Clearly there are problems with governance in Mars Corp, and a corporate attitude that overlooks blunders and cuts corners has developed. Let us sincerely hope this attitude does not extend to anyone involved in the little game of cosmic billiards that Mars Corp are playing. Given the number of lives at risk, questions should be asked at the national and international levels. The identity of the eagle-eyed member of the public who saved the S.T. Jupiter''s name from infamy remains a mystery, but those of us who have relatives on-board, salute you, whoever you are.
2pm, Monday 27th June Cecilia cautiously approached Barry, the ship''s purser, making sure that no one was around. ¡°Ms Thornthwaite, how may I help you?¡± he boomed in his normal voice. ¡°Well, keep the volume down, to start with, please.¡± ¡°You have a personal enquiry?¡± he asked, far quieter. ¡°Yes. I think I''m on board as a social case, but I don''t know. And I''d like to, for obvious reasons, like I want avoid my plans falling to ashes.¡± ¡°Ah. Come into my office.¡± Once she was inside, he looked up her file. He said ¡°Ms Thornthwaite. You''re not on board as social case. But before you despair, you''re not being extradited as a criminal either. What you are is on probation. That''s... unusual, shall we say. Most countries don''t do that.¡± ¡°How does that work?¡± ¡°It should have all been explained to you.¡± ¡°I wasn''t listening. I''d just been told I was going to Mars separately from my boyfriend, and my brains turned off.¡± ¡°Hmm. You realise that he is being deported, and will be treated as a dangerous criminal.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And you''d do very well to stay away from him.¡± ¡°You don''t know him.¡± ¡°I have some notes from his trial, attached to your records.¡± ¡°He promised me. He promised me that we''d give it one try his way, and if it didn''t work then we''d go to Mars.¡± ¡°His way being armed robbery.¡± ¡°I didn''t know.¡± ¡°This isn''t your trial.¡± ¡°Honestly! I didn''t know he was armed. He told me he was going to distract the owner, not shoot him! I saw the blood, it was terrible. That''s why I drove us to the police station.¡± ¡°You say I don''t know him,¡± Barry said, ¡°but it seems you don''t really either, if he shocked you so much. So, you were the get-away driver, and you have served your prison sentence for knowingly participating in a robbery. But for him it was a second conviction for armed robbery, and this time he almost killed the owner.¡± ¡°He panicked.¡± ¡°He almost killed someone. But anyway, your sentence was reduced for your role after the event, but you remain on probation. Do you understand what that means?¡± ¡°I need to be good.¡± ¡°Not just that. I mean, there''s not really much temptation to commit a crime on a spaceship is there?¡± ¡°Unless I decide to knife someone for getting really really aggravating.¡± He looked at her sharply. ¡°It was meant to be a joke,¡± Cecilia said. ¡°Inappropriate, wasn''t it?¡± ¡°Very.¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°Ms Thornthwaite,¡± he started, not sure where to start. ¡°Call me Cecilia, please. The only people who call me ''Ms Thornthwaite'' were social workers and policemen.¡± ¡°The role of purser is sort of a social worker,¡± Barry said. ¡°But not the ''take her away from her family'' sort.¡± ¡°No.¡± He paused and tried again, ¡°The terms of your parole, Cecilia. Do you have any idea what they say?¡± ¡°I tuned out,¡± she admitted, shaking her head. ¡°So... you''re saying you signed a binding agreement with your government but have no idea what it says.¡± ¡°Sounds likely. My brain mostly turns off and I sign things or don''t sign things. It happens all the time.¡± Barry looked at her in astonishment. ¡°If you don''t listen to what they say, how do you decide on whether to sign or not?¡± ¡°The person''s attitude. Are they trying to trick me, or are they trying to help.¡± ¡°And then you just feel free to break the agreements?¡± She shrugged, ¡°Not very. Depends how stupid they are.¡± ¡°So... you mean you sometimes agree to things, think it was stupid to sign up, and live with it?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Cecilia, can you tell me what led up to you signing it? What did you know?¡± ¡°They''d told me they were shipping Ralph to Mars. They knew I''d suggested that to Ralph earlier. They asked if I wanted to go, but that there was no way we''d be going together.¡± ¡°Hmm. What I want you do to is read something, then come back tomorrow when you''re a bit calmer. I''m guessing it might be upsetting.¡± ¡°My parole terms?¡± ¡°Among other documents you signed, yes.¡± He put a data-crystal in her hand and, noticing she had no wrist unit, opened a cupboard and pushed a reader towards her.
4pm, 27th June There was a chime at Alice and Simon''s door, and then another. Someone was hammering on it. Alice thumbed the release, it was Cecilia, her eyes red, and full of tears. Barry was behind her, looking concerned. ¡°Sorry,¡± Barry said, ¡°my thought is that you''re the closest thing to a friend Cecilia has on board so far, she agrees and she needs a friend right now.¡± ¡°They tricked me,¡± Cecilia said, and started crying again. ¡°Cecilia doesn''t always read what she signs,¡± Barry explained. ¡°Bad?¡± Alice asked Barry as she put an arm around Cecilia. ¡°Objectively no, personally devastating I expect.¡± ¡°OK. Do you want Simon to go?¡± Alice asked Cecilia. ¡°No need. Tell them Barry.¡± ¡°Sure?¡± ¡°Do it.¡± ¡°Cecilia signed a release form, allowing the authorities to share what she''d signed with Ralph. That included a video statement that she''d been unaware that he''d had a previous conviction for armed robbery, that she was angry about that, and felt that he''d tricked and used her. It also included her terms of parole, one was that she agreed she wouldn''t seek to contact him for the next five years.¡± ¡°Ouch,¡± Simon said, and forgetting that Cecilia probably heard thoughts, weighed her options and decided that she''d probably already lost Ralph for good. ¡°I''m in love with him!¡± Cecilia said, more tears flowed, and she buried her head in Alice''s shoulder. Alice became aware of Cecilia''s thoughts and emotions as the fabric of her blouse became soaked with tears. She thought back [Let''s not tell Barry I hear your thoughts, OK?] and spoke aloud, ¡°I think I can take it from here, Barry.¡± ¡°Thanks,¡± and he kicked away towards his office, deciding he was very glad he didn''t need to try and comfort a weeping woman. Cecilia''s thoughts gathered themselves, [You... you hear me?] [I hear you. Simon would too, if he wasn''t staying well clear.] [Ralph can''t. It''s his only flaw.] [{doubt} Other than a violent temper and a criminal record.] Alice thought [And hiding things from you.] [Yeah.] [Did he ever turn his temper on you?] [I duck quickly.] [Don''t we all? So... he''s tried to beat you up, he''s tried to kill someone, and he deceives you?] [Please don''t tell me he''s not the right man for me.] [OK. Want to tell me more about those parole terms?] Alice asked. [I''m not a social case, or being deported.] [Urm, where does that leave you?] [Full colonist, state-sponsored.] Cecilia replied. [That''s nice of the state.] [But I agreed that if I break parole then my claim goes back to the council, all but five hectares. Council approved it, too, so it''s all set in stone. I can''t see him, I can''t get a message to him.] [Pretty tough conditions.] Alice summarised. [Yeah. And I agreed to it.] [What else is in the conditions?] [I don''t hang around any other criminals serving their time.] [And?] [I don''t bring the nation or the monarchy into disrespect, or commit any robberies on Mars.] [In other words, you get to put your criminal days behind you and have a clean start on Mars, without your abusive probably-ex boyfriend. What weapon?] [Pardon?] [I''m just thinking that if Ralph ever decided to stab you, you''d probably be OK, but if he decided to shoot you from a bit away, then there goes your quick reactions.] Alice broke away. ¡°He wouldn''t. He loves me.¡± ¡°Enough to take a swipe at you. Why?¡± ¡°He was angry.¡± ¡°At you?¡± ¡°Yeah. I deserved it.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Spilt his soup.¡± ¡°On him?¡± Simon probed, ¡°Deliberately?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Ruining some prize possession?¡± ¡°Eh?¡± ¡°Did you ruin his best carpet, or something?¡± ¡°No. Just his soup.¡± ¡°And he''d been slaving over it for hours or something?¡± ¡°What? No. It was just an instant soup.¡± ¡°So...¡± Simon drew a breath and asked: ¡°Cecilia, just why do you think you deserved a black eye or whatever he''d have given you?¡± ¡°You do things wrong, you get punished,¡± she said, ¡°Not where I come from,¡± Simon replied. ¡°Where I come from, if you spill someone''s soup, then you say sorry, you get forgiven, and then maybe you clean up the mess.¡± ¡°Sounds about right,¡± Alice agreed. ¡°Hang on a moment,¡± she looked something up on her wrist unit. ¡°Hmm, I know it''s on here somewhere. There it is, I think, yes, that''s it. Read this please.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°Something a friend of mine wrote about deserving punishment. What you said about the soup reminded me about it. Want a cup of tea?¡± ¡°Yes, please.¡± ¡°I''ll get it,¡± Simon said, and headed to the communal kitchen. It wasn''t going to be in actual cups, of course; the low gravity would have made that dangerous. But offering someone ''a plastic bubble of tea'' just didn''t sound right. Drinking tea through a straw didn''t feel right either, but some things just couldn''t be avoided. At least he was gaining control in the low apparent gravity.
News article: International Enquirer, Tuesday 28th June, 2270 Will S. T. Jupiter be stranded at Mars? The promised resignation of the Jupiter''s captain Kirkley on his arrival at Mars has led to a crisis at Mars Corp H.Q. The Jupiter''s revolutionary new bridge design means that only officers who have had the necessary training, including a month of intensive training in a simulator, are qualified to captain the ship. The Jupiter''s first and second officers are of course fully capable of flying the space ship, but the ship cannot leave port without a full captain on board, and the first officer does not have the years of experience to be promoted to that post. It might seem obvious to promote a more experienced first officer from another, similar ship, but the situation is the same on other ships. Mars Corp''s so-called ''Captains of the future'' policy has been to assign one senior captain and an otherwise young crew on the Jupiter-class vessels, a policy which seems to have seriously back-fired. Currently, there are no experienced captains who have been trained on a Jupiter-class vessel. Mars Corp''s list of simulator-qualified personnel with sufficient years of experience to be promoted to captain is also woefully short, and it seems there is no time to train anyone else on the simulator (in Earth orbit) before Earth rushes past Mars and getting to Mars becomes ridiculously difficult for another year. This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. The options seem to include presently inactive officers, (either retired, on sick-leave, or in one case, maternity leave), and the corporation''s senior test pilot, Victoria Marsh, who is reportedly a good friend of the retiring captain Kirkley. The role of senior test-pilot is not one which can remain unfilled without causing significant interruptions to other Mars Corp operations long into the future, and it seems unlikely that anyone would be willing to step aside after filling the role for two years. Thus asking Ms. Marsh to captain the Jupiter would be tantamount to asking her to retire from a role she reportedly loves, and would surely require a significant incentive. Can Mars-Corp persuade Capt. Kirkley to stay in his post? The poor governance and lack of foresight at Mars Corp certainly seem likely to cost at least one senior executive their posts, perhaps if there are sufficient changes at the top Captain Kirkley will decide he can do one more tour before retiring. In related news, an anonymous passenger on board the Celestia has contacted the Inquirer to suggest that the eagle-eyed passenger who saved so many lives is Dr Simon Findhorn-Bunting, who will be taking up a post at the Mars University''s space-physics department. If this tip-off is true, it would certainly explain why the channel that broke this story has been so reticent to name him, as he is married to one of their journalists.
Purser''s office, Tuesday, 28th June ¡°Hello, Cecilia,¡± Barry greeted her, and shut the door. ¡°Thank you for keeping the appointment.¡± ¡°So, here I am.¡± He could sense her hostility. ¡°Yes. How are you?¡± ¡°A mess.¡± ¡°That''s understandable, in the circumstances. Do you have any questions?¡± ¡°Not right now.¡± ¡°Do you understand why I asked you to come?¡± ¡°So you could confirm I''ve not stepped out of an airlock.¡± ¡°Checking on your well-being and being a listening ear is part of my role. By the way, even opening the inner door would sound an alarm.¡± ¡°Can I go?¡± ¡°If you want to. But I''d like to see you tomorrow.¡± ¡°I''m not planning on killing myself.¡± ¡°Good. I''d still like to see you.¡± She shrugged, as she went to the door, ¡°I''m not going anywhere.¡± ¡°So why do you want to leave?¡± ¡°Because I don''t want you thinking I like being with you.¡± Barry raised his eye-brows. ¡°In a room with a closed door,¡± she added. ¡°Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. It was for your privacy.¡± ¡°I bet.¡± ¡°Would it be better if I don''t shut it tomorrow?¡± ¡°Much.¡±
Message to Mr William Maugh, Mars Corp H.Q. Sunsol, 28th June William, I know I swore to never contact you again, but I''ve decided I''ll make an exception. What is going on at Mars Corp? One captain resigning results in a ship being stranded or you losing your senior test pilot? Has the whole organisation come down with idiocy, or is this some subtle form of corporate suicide for tax reasons I''m not aware of? Your still estranged sister, Eloise.
Message to Eloise Maugh, Mars. Tuesday, 28th June Dear Eloise, It was so lovely to hear from you. In answer to your questions, here in the legal dept we have little understanding of the complexities of training; one would have hoped however that H.R. and accounting ought to have a better grasp. There is little I can tell you that''s not in the press, but I assure you there are no plans I''ve heard of for corporate suicide. I have not heard anyone planning a little informal dentistry on certain staff members, because if I had heard it then I''d have had to take action. It does seem more likely, however. Speaking of the Findhorn-Buntings (now on their way to you on the Celestia) just before boarding Alice told me you work at the Mars Council these days. Congratulations, might your big brother know what role? I''m sure you''ll take heart that she votes the Council rather than the Corp as de-facto government; that certainly ruffled some feathers here, but as she seems to not be planning to destroy Mars Corp or the Martian economy we continue to wish her a long life. If you happen to run into her, assure her that I''ve passed on her cryptic message to the board and upper management. With love, William
Message to Alice Findhorn-Bunting, Celestia. Monsol, 29th June Dear Mrs Findhorn-Bunting, we''ve never been in contact but it seems you''ve been talking to my brother. Do I take it your contact with him was in his professional role as a bully? He tells me that you told him I work for the Council now. Does that mean he actually asked after me? If so, I''m touched. I must admit to curiosity about some of his other cryptic comments, and I guess that I ought to ask you about them sometime. Eloise Maugh, Secretary to the Mars Council. p.s. He writes that he delivered your message to the board and upper management.
¡°Evangeline, any ideas how I should reply to this?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Hmm. Letters from the secretary to the council, eh?¡± Evangeline said. ¡°That''s a pretty important job isn''t it?¡± ¡°Quite important, yes. It''s certainly not a good idea to upset her.¡± ¡°But I assume I don''t trust the communications system,¡± Alice said. ¡°No,¡± Evangeline agreed. ¡°So, would she be a good person to ask if I want to be accredited by the council too?¡± ¡°Well, I guess you could do that.¡± ¡°Can I mention your name, too?¡± ¡°Of course.¡±
Message to Eloise Maugh, Mars Council, WednesdayMonsol 29th June. Dear Eloise, feel free to call me Alice. It''d be lovely to meet up once we''ve arrived. We''ll be staying with the family of my friend Evangeline Durrel-Peebles, rather than in a Mars Corp dome. Simon and I count ourselves blessed that they''re willing to open their home to us and of course Evangeline has been full of good advice about packing to live on Mars. It is a truly scary thought that we might have chosen the Jupiter rather than the Celestia if not for her advice and her father''s good experience on what must have been almost her maiden trip. Your brother told me about you because he wanted to establish that he had a personal interest in my work ¡ª at that time I think he thought I might be investigating some corrupt official. In case you''re wondering, I only told him that you were now working for the Council, not your exact role. I do rather expect that his initial plan was to approach as a bully, as if he held all the aces, but he saw reason quite quickly. I''m not making any secret about my plans to shatter some prejudices on Earth about life on Mars, and to help Earthlings come to appreciate Martian culture, and I do think folk music has a lot to offer in that area. If William saw that as a cryptic message, far be it from me to dissuade him. One aspect of William''s initial approach to my employer was shouldn''t I get myself accredited by the ''de-facto government of Mars''. Well, if you''ve read my latest piece you can see where thinking about that phrase took me. The contract they wanted me to sign was a complete joke, and your brother was quite reasonable about replacing it with one that actually allows me journalistic freedoms. One might hope that Mars Corp technicians have read the relevant U.N. charter of rights, but I wouldn''t assume it myself. Wouldn''t it be ironic if William ended up enforcing standards in that area? Anyway, I would like to be an accredited journalist with the real de-facto government of Mars, but Evangeline was for once at a total loss as to if there''s any such category in law there. In case there isn''t, I''ll attach the contract William kindly came up with after some discussions with my channel''s legal team, as a discussion starter. I must say your brother is very efficient at this sort of thing, and our legal team went over it with a fine toothed comb and didn''t find anything to quibble about at all. Oh, I''m attaching a picture I found in our archives showing a Mr W. Maugh, (third from the right, front row), taken soon after Mars Corp was founded. Might he have been a relative of yours, do you know? looking forward to meeting you, Alice Findhorn-Bunting
Tuesol, 30th June, 9am Eloise read the message again, and looked at the picture, which did indeed show her grandfather. So... William discovered he didn''t have all the aces, and turned into a pussy cat. And Alice doesn''t know her left from her right, or her front row from back... She shook her head, it didn''t make much sense. Why would this seemingly intelligent woman make such obvious mistake as that? It wasn''t as if the names weren''t there. Had she been thinking of another picture? Eloise looked at her other pictures from the same era, and found one where her grandfather was indeed in the place mentioned, beside the contract. Eloise''s eyes skimmed over the blurred eight points of the contract, no, hold on. What were those extra clauses doing there? Zooming in, she was able to make out some of the words. It was too blurred to read most of them. Oh, Alice, she thought to herself, you do seem to be quite a clever person indeed. And you''re planning to persuade Earthlings that Mars isn''t all made of criminals, are you? Oh, well done you! She told her assistant she was going out and went to see the chairman of the council.
10am, Tuesol 30th June Mack Fischer was feeling distinctly bored, at home as he was with a long drawn out virus, so he wasn''t at all unhappy to see Eloise Maugh asking to come in. ¡°Welcome. I don''t think I''m contagious, but if it''s paperwork I might be.¡± ¡°I''ve just had an old family photo pointed out to me in a wonderfully underhand manner. Would you like to see an interesting photo?¡± Eloise asked. ¡°How interesting?¡± ¡°I guess I''d better back up a bit. You know my brother''s Mars Corp''s heavy duty lawyer?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°He had a run-in with a journalist, and reading between the lines he''s come away looking like a tame cat, not a lion.¡± ¡°Urm, sorry. Don''t get that metaphor.¡± ¡°Urm... he came away looking small and inoffensive.¡± ¡°Must be a new experience for him.¡± ¡°Yes. Well, for reasons best known to himself, he pointed me in her direction. I don''t know, maybe it was a peace offering. Anyway, she wrote and asked ''is the W. Maugh third from the right in the front row your relative?'' But grandad Maugh in this photo is in the back row on the left. I wondered if she was thinking of another picture. Here''s another one from the same press release. Notice what''s in the background.¡± ¡°Settlement contract.¡± Mack said. ¡°Yes. Notice anything about it?¡± Mack''s eyes opened wide, ¡°You''ve got photographic evidence of the missing clauses! You can''t really make out what they say, of course, but they''re there!¡± ¡°Correction; An established and respected, one might even say feared, journalist has photographic evidence of the missing clauses. The photo she sent me is much clearer than this, by the way, so I guess their archive got the full quality version.¡± ¡°Why aren''t there copies all over the press?¡± ¡°Among other things, she''s says she hoping to alter some prejudices on Earth. I guess she''s trying to time it right.¡± ¡°If only we could get her talking to the right people... Without anyone listening in on the line.¡± ¡°Didn''t I say? It''s Alice Findhorn-Bunting, she''s on her way here. And she''s planning to investigate the folk-music scene, apparently.¡± ¡°Is she now? I wonder who she''s been talking to.¡± ¡°Someone called Evangeline Durrel-Peebles, apparently.¡± Mack laughed, ¡°I should have known. Oh, good for her! Little Evangeline''s come through! ''scuse me, I''ve got to make some visits.¡± ¡°Don''t tire yourself out, Mack.¡± ¡°Ha! I''m as fit as a fiddle with this news.¡±
Durrel home complex, 11.am, Tuesol 30th June ¡°Hi Anna!¡± Mack called as he arrived. ¡°Hi Mack, to what do I owe the pleasure, etcetera? You were awfully vague when you called. Can I get you a drink?¡± ¡°Water please. You never told me that little Eva''s research has come through.¡± ¡°Has it? I wasn''t sure. She''s always so cagey.¡± ¡°She''s friends with a journalist who''s dropping clever hints that she''s planning to publish the missing clauses once she''s persuaded Earth we''re not all crims.¡± ¡°Alice, you mean? Sounds a lovely young woman. She''s going to be staying with us.¡± ¡°No one tells me anything.¡± Mack complained. ¡°I didn''t know there was anything to say, Mack. I knew the four of them are going to try growing plants with hydroponics, and that she wants to talk to people in the folk-music scene and write some of that up, as well as working at the university. That''s about it, really.¡± ¡°Growing plants with hydroponics?¡± ¡°Yes. It''s not sustainable, but our parents knew it can work, Mack. It seems like an excellent way to kick-start a heap. If I was your cousin I''d say it''s all a big conspiracy that people go through that cutting off their hair thing.¡± ¡°My cousin? Oh, Jim, you mean? Maybe it is. What do you mean about staying with you?¡± ¡°Work in exchange for food, Earthling cash in exchange for accommodation until their complex gets built and can be made livable. Strangely enough, Evangeline doesn''t like the thought of her friends needing to eat gloop, or building more cages for jits. I guess if Alice is onto the missing clauses, she doesn''t want to write things Mars Corp might not like in a big dome, either.¡± ¡°Not the ideal place to write, no. You think she''s going to write about the hydroponics?¡± ¡°I expect so. I wonder what Mars Corp will think,¡± Anna asked sarcastically. ¡°On the other hand, it''d make life much nicer for people, wouldn''t it?¡± ¡°And increase the immigration pressure, yes, not to mention devalue the currency. Oh, Eva wrote something I''ve been meaning to show you. I couldn''t make much sense of it, but you might be able to.¡± ¡°And there I was thinking I was going to be convalescing the rest of the week.¡± ¡°How are you doing, Mack?¡± ¡°Feeling alive right now. It''s mostly the paperwork that really tires me out. Not to mention having to think about what to eat.¡± Anna laughed ¡°Well, far be it from me to wear out the head of the council. Stay for lunch, Tom''ll want to chat I''m sure, as long as you''re not too tired. Speaking of which, I don''t need any help in the kitchen, so I''m going to banish you to the lounge in about half an hour.¡± ¡°Thanks, Anna. So, what''s this mystery?¡± ¡°It was talking about the currency. She wrote that she was now a convinced reformer, which she''s always been, and then there was the confusing bit. I''ll get it.¡± Anna sorted through her messages and eventually found it. ¡°Here it is. ''I think the question isn''t really about convincing Jimmy, it''s more about timing. Oh, an interesting thing I learned recently ¡°Read number 27, it''s a screamer¡± in Earthling English means ''it''s incredibly funny'', so I don''t think we''d use it about Jupiter''s appendicitis. Well, I guess some people might think it works for them.''¡± ¡°Convincing Jimmy?¡± ¡°Yes, but why does she want to convince Benjamin about anything?¡± ¡°You''re thinking of the wrong Jimmy, Anna. Think of the song: convincing Jimmy it''s not a music box, it''s a screamer.¡± Anna went cold. ¡°And there''s a storm coming. You don''t need to convince him, you need to act? And the question is timing?¡± ¡°Your daughter is sending you scary messages, Anna.¡± ¡°So what''s the thing about Jupiter''s appendicitis about?¡± she asked. ¡°I don''t know. Why she''s writing about the Jupiter having problems with it''s appendix, that was its gimbaling system,¡± Mack said, ¡°It''s all beyond me, I''m afraid. Not to mention what''s so urgent about reading number twenty seven, what ever that is.¡± ¡°Hold on... appendix twenty seven. Alice has mentioned that. Something about cargo.¡± ¡°On the Jupiter?¡± Mack was confused. ¡°It''s some kind of document for all ships,¡± Anna explained. ¡°Hmm. I presume we can find out why it''s important then.¡±
Mars Council offices, 4pm, Tuesol 30th June Mack Fischer knocked on Eloise''s office door. ¡°Eloise, as keeper of knowledge and understanding, can you tell me what appendix twenty-seven is all about?¡± ¡°Oh wow... I used to know this. The twenties are cargo manifests, I know that. I think twenty-seven is bulk cargo, would that make sense?¡± ¡°Would it be public?¡± ¡°If it''s bulk-cargo, yes. Passengers wanting to carry things on the list, like sheet metal, standard sizes of tubing, and so on can just add it to the pile, or even just pay for some extra through purchasing and then get stuff out on arrival.¡± ¡°Then could you please get me appendix twenty-seven for the Celestia and the Jupiter?¡± ¡°No problem. Then you''re going to have a rest?¡± ¡°Hey. I''ve had a restful lunchtime!¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Yes. I visited my friends the Durrels and they fed me then made me spend two or three hours lying down.¡± ¡°Oh all right. Here, let me put your data on a crystal.¡± ¡°And this ought to show the amounts, or just the categories?¡± ¡°Rough amounts, if I remember correctly.¡± ¡°And they don''t ever do something like put all the tubing in one ship?¡± ¡°No! They don''t want to have a double disaster if a ship misses. I expect that between those two, you''ll get most things they''re shipping bulk. Oh, whoops, I got the Titan''s list instead of the Jupiter. It''s organised by departure day, you see.¡± ¡°Oh well, I''m sure that''ll be interesting too. Can you get me the Jupiter''s too?¡± ¡°No problem at all. Here.¡± ¡°That''s fast,¡± he commented. ¡°It''s just a text file.¡± ¡°Lovely. I just hope I notice what someone wants me to see,¡± Mack commented. ¡°You don''t know what you''re looking for?¡± Eloise was surprised. ¡°Not really.¡± ¡°Because someone doesn''t trust Mars Corp''s communication channels?¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± he said. ¡°Would you?¡± ¡°Of course not,¡± Eloise said, ¡°I used to work there.¡± ¡°What did make you abandon your job there?¡± ¡°My brother broke a rule.¡± ¡°Oh, some unspecified family ''thou shall not...''?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± ¡°I don''t quite understand why that''d make you move job.¡± ¡°The rule was ''thou shall not try to convince your sister to leave her home and new friends by telling her that you know her employer''s a skunk, even though you''re still working for them.''¡± ¡°Ah.¡± ¡°But I can''t tell you what exactly he told me, or I''d be breaking another family rule: you don''t get your brother thrown in jail, even if he''s a dirty toe-rag and you''re not talking to him.¡± ¡°Hmm. What makes you think him putting you in contact with that journalist might be a peace offering?¡± ¡°Well, he did say something about wishing her a long life because she ''was not planning to destroy Mars Corp or the Martian economy''. My impression was that made her someone we need to talk to.¡± ¡°Hmm. The Martian economy, eh? You studied economics, didn''t you?¡± ¡°For my sins, yes.¡± ¡°What would destroy an economy?¡± ¡°I hope he was exaggerating.¡± ¡°What if he wasn''t?¡± Mack didn''t want to tell her what Eva''s message had said. ¡°To really mess up an economy, you need to put people out of work, whole-scale. I guess getting Mars Corp shut down would do that.¡± ¡°Oh, OK,¡± Mack said, feeling relieved. But just in case, he checked: ¡°Would anything currency-related do it?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Eloise said as though it was the most obvious question, ¡°if you muck about with the currency then you could cause a boom or bust, like the chaos years back on Earth. Mass unemployment, exports suffer, and so on.¡± ¡°Well, I don''t imagine there''s much that''ll make our currency go unstable until plants grow outside. People will always want compost.¡± ¡°Well, some people will. Not having a family to feed or expansionist plans, I''ve got plenty.¡± ¡°How did you get your heap started? Mars Corp gave you some imported plant matter?¡± ¡°No, actually I grew lots of plants, chopped them up and mixed in some good soil.¡± ¡°That''s not the normal approach for a new arrival either.¡± ¡°Ah, no,¡± Eloise said, embarrassed at her old employer''s tactics. ¡°So, Mars corp are saying one thing to employees, and another to normal jits?¡± Mack summarised. ¡°Yes,¡± she said, red-faced. This was getting too close to what William had sent her: the rationale behind Mars Corp''s policy of deliberately mis-informing newcommers. It had boiled down to a strategy of building up people''s sense of dependence on the corporation in that first critical year, after which they depended on Mars Corp for other areas too. ¡°And you grew your plants using some kind of advance payment of goodstuff?¡± ¡°Not exactly. Nutrient solutions.¡± ¡°Hydroponics,¡± he said, as a chill raced down his spine. It was connected. ¡°Yes,¡± she agreed. ¡°How much nutrient solution did it take to start your heap?¡± ¡°Not much. Less than a litre of concentrate.¡± ¡°And it gave you, what, ten kilos of compost?¡± ¡°Oh, more than that, but I didn''t measure it carefully.¡± Mack came to the crunch question, ¡°Knowing what you know, and in the context of a journalist planning to publicise her experiments in hydroponics on Mars, would you vote to abandon the bio-matter standard in a referendum?¡± ¡°An honest answer?¡± Eloise asked, ¡°Not by preference.¡± ¡°No?¡± ¡°No, don''t have a referendum. Campaigning takes too much time and effort. And people might not make the right decision.¡± ¡°Oh. What would you prefer?¡± ¡°Discuss it in council, persuade people it''s just got to happen.¡± ¡°Or?¡± ¡°If Alice really doesn''t get her mixing right, she might get ten or twenty kilos of plant matter from a kilo of nutrients. I expect she''ll get more. If people start doing the same thing, then I can imagine everyone arriving with enough to make their first few harvests within a few months. Then, maybe they''ll decide to move out of the big domes much sooner? I don''t know.¡± ¡°I can''t believe no one''s done this before.¡± ¡°They have,¡± Eloise said, ¡°According to gossip, a few every year bring in chemicals. The Corp can tell from their cargo list, of course. The people get asked to keep quiet about it, with various comments about bragging about how big their heap is being a really rude thing to do, and it causing a lot of envy from their neighbours if they try it in the big dome, why don''t they move out into a private dome before they start doing those sorts of experiments?¡± ¡°So, Mars Corp want to keep a lid on it.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Eloise said ¡°Can''t go stirring up social unrest, can we?¡± ¡°And yet your brother says Alice isn''t going to trash our economy?¡± ¡°If she publishes, say in the next year, then everyone arriving afterwards will be bringing nutrients, and I presume she''ll tell them to use appendix 27.¡± ¡°You think nutrients will be listed there?¡± ¡°Of course. Mars Corp need to feed the gloop loops.¡± ¡°That can''t be what I''m meant to see,¡± Mack said. ¡°You''re sure you''re rested?¡± ¡°Fairly.¡± ¡°Then let''s draw up a list of what we think Mars Corp should be importing, and then compare it with what they are.¡± ¡°Why do it that way?¡± Eloise grinned, ¡°A little trick my mother taught me. It''s easier to see if anythings missing if you do it that way round.¡± ¡°OK. Right, well, they''ll have tubes and stuff for the gloop-loops. We know they''re expanding it. And then they need nutrients for it. Machinery parts, probably a few new reactors?¡± ¡°Probably,¡± Eloise agreed, ¡°along with whatever else they need for factories. Oh, plant matter to pay people, of course, assuming the conspiracy theorists aren''t actually right after all about them diluting goodstuff.¡± ¡°But we''ve looked into that,¡± Mack said ¡°and the numbers don''t work. Goodstuff is good. Medicines, dressings, gold for their own use, would that show up?¡± ¡°I doubt they''d consider those bulk, but maybe.¡± ¡°Cloth?¡± ¡°Probably not, but I''ll write them down. Dome frameworks?¡± ¡°All locally made except the nuts and bolts,¡± Mack said. ¡°So, loads of nuts and bolts,¡± Eloise said and jotted that down, ¡°At which point, I''m out of ideas.¡± ¡°Gas bottles, breathers, filters.¡± ¡°Of course! Anything else?¡± ¡°Not that I can think of. Can we look?¡± Five minutes later, Eloise was looking puzzled, and Mack had a feeling of impending doom. He understood Eva''s message loud and clear now. Appendix 27 was a screamer indeed, he saw. Mars Corp must be laughing themselves sick. Don''t waste time convincing Jimmy about currency reform, there was a storm coming. ¡°Eloise, tell me, what do you think?¡± ¡°The conspiracy theorists can''t be right. We proved it.¡± ¡°No. They''re probably not. But what would happen if people were told that their pay wasn''t based on imported plants and other biomatter, and that though it cost something, it didn''t cost Mars Corp nearly as much to get it here as they said?¡± Eloise still looked puzzled, but said, ¡°if people start distrusting the currency, then you''ve got a ruined economy alright. I''m missing something, aren''t I?¡± ¡°Yes. Hopefully most of the rest of the population will too. Don''t discuss this with anyone, please. And call an emergency council meeting.¡± ¡°People''ll want to know what''s so urgent. There''s one on Thursol, anyway.¡± Mack groaned. ¡°OK, how about if we push everything on the agenda to other business?¡± ¡°That''ll cause comments and protests too,¡± Eloise pointed out. ¡°So, how do we get everything on the agenda into last place?¡± ¡°Chairman''s report?¡± ¡°Usually comes somewhere below coffee in people''s priorities. I want people listening, not reading their favourite cartoons.¡± ¡°So, put an item on the agenda called currency reform?¡± ¡°Even less interesting that my reports.¡± He rubbed his face, he was getting too tired for this. ¡°I know what I''ll do. Put in an emergency agenda item, ''Chairman''s health and its implications.''¡± ¡°You''re not going to resign, surely?¡± ¡°I''m getting tired already, Eloise. Half an hour''s excitement and I''m flaking. So, maybe it''d be worth asking the council if they think I should keep the job, and point out that there''s a storm coming, a bad one.¡± ¡°OK. I''ll put that in, and then I''ll drive you home.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 17: Negotiations

Visual effects / Ch. 17:Negotiations

Mars Council offices, Thursol, 2nd July, 2270 ¡°Right, as you know I''ve been sick for a while,¡± Mack told the Council members. ¡°And you''re getting better,¡± Claudia Fedira said encouragingly, ¡°and I don''t think any of us want your job.¡± ¡°Thanks, Claudia. But really, I''m not sure if I''ve got the energy to cope with the screamer that''s just been handed to me. You know that nagging feeling you''ve all had that Mars Corp are a bunch of exploitative, manipulative dictators? You''re wrong, they''re worse.¡± ¡°What are you talking about, Mack?¡± ¡°Currency reform. We need to abandon the standard, before the planet works out what Eloise and I did on Tuesol.¡± ¡°Which is?¡± ¡°Absolute privacy on this one guys, no notes, no recording,¡± Mack said. ¡°Tell us Mack,¡± one of the Council members said, ¡°cut the dramatics.¡± ¡°One kilo of virtual heap is not backed up by Mars Corp importing a kilo of plant matter, like they say it is. There''s no capacity for it on the ships, based on what three ships are bringing. They bring loads of gloop nutrients but no biomatter. I''m pretty sure the plant matter that Mars Corp pay Martians in is from producing more gloop than people can eat. In other words, our money''s worth something like a tenth of what they say, maybe even less.¡± There was a shocked silence. ¡°You''re sure it''s not that they don''t say how much biomatter they''re bringing?¡± ¡°Eloise checked,¡± Mack said ¡°The Jupiter has about two hundred kilos of unaccounted for cargo, when you add up the passengers, what they admit to shipping, and so on. That''s not enough to pay wages, no way. The other ships are similar. It makes sense, why take biomatter when you can make it on-planet with a less than a tenth of the cargo costs. And reduce the local CO2. Of course, if we publicise that, then we get riots, Mars Corp offices gutted, factories trashed or at least empty, and an economic disaster.¡± ¡°So what do we do?¡± Claudia asked. ¡°Best guess so far: pretend we don''t know, and re-base the currency on something else. Actually, I''ve got an idea for that.¡± ¡°Go on.¡± ¡°What if we tell Mars Corp, ''hey, we''re going to be growing too much biomatter soon, that''s no basis for an economy, so while we''ve got time we''ll switch to basing it on the cost of importing a kilo of anything. Biomatter can become less valuable as supply increases, and people can still have a clear view of what the exchange rate ought to be.¡± ¡°But they''ll still pay people the same.¡± ¡°Yes, but it won''t mean biomatter. We can say, my account says you owe me fifty kilos of import, which is such and such in Earthling money. But I don''t want the cash, instead I''d like to have fifty kilos of cloth transported here next shipment, in exchange for my fifty kilos credit. I''ll get it delivered to the spaceport...¡± ¡°Do you think they''ll buy into it?¡± ¡°I think they''ll have to. They''ve been telling everyone our currency is the cost of importing bio-material, after all.¡± ¡°And suddenly virtual heaps become more valuable than real ones?¡± ¡°It''s either that or massive inflation as soon as crops start growing outside.¡± ¡°They''ll probably argue about economies of scale.¡± someone said. ¡°Fine,¡± Mack said with a vicious smile, ¡°we reply that since they''re already importing massive amounts of gloop nutrients, the economies are already there. We can use that to work out the relative costs. Alternatively, we could peg the kilo to some earthling currency. But whatever we do, we need to get off biomatter, and also, get the currency exchangeable. The very fact that it hasn''t been exchangeable shows there''s a problem.¡± ¡°What if they threaten to close the factories, because they won''t be economic any more?¡± ¡°I don''t think we can second guess all of Mars Corp''s possible reactions,¡± Claudia said, ¡°I think what we need to do is start the process. I think we need to start the process pretending we haven''t heard Mack''s statement, but with the attitude that says ''Eventually biomatter isn''t going to be worth more than it is on Earth, plants are growing outside already, we need to realign the currency to something stable before its value crashes.''¡± ¡°Plants are growing outside?¡± it was obviously news to someone. Mack nodded, ¡°Not very well, not without care, but I''ve seen some down in Hellas. I fully second Claudia''s proposal, it''s a jit thing to keep on biomatter.¡± ¡°Don''t we need a formal motion before anyone seconds it?¡± Claudia suggested ¡°The Council observes that plants are already being grown outside, and agrees that keeping the currency based on biomatter is as jit as ignoring a screamer because it''s only humming middle-C.¡± A screamer humming that note meant that although it hadn''t detected any radiation yet, it had received a confirmed alert that a radiation storm was going to hit soon: it was time to get to safety before you got irradiated. ¡°All in favour?¡± Mack asked. It was unanimous. ¡°Vote carried. Now, who''s going to run the council and pick up all the extra chaos this means, since, sorry guys, I can''t?¡± ¡°Mack, what about we split it? You carry on as Council chair, and one of us deals with Mars Corp,¡± Claudia suggested. ¡°The Corp will try to wriggle more if it''s not the Council Chair talking to them. You know them, they''ll try to play whoever is negotiating with them, and demand they check key points with the Chair.¡± ¡°You''re not wrong, Mack,¡± Raul, another council member said, ¡°unless we do something unusual.¡± ¡°Such as?¡± Mack asked. ¡°Give whoever''s in charge of currency reform full negotiating powers.¡± ¡°Don''t we always?¡± ¡°Not really, I mean, when I was sorting out that mess last year, in the end you were the one who actually signed off on it. There was always the chance that you''d find something not quite right and send me back to the negotiating table.¡± ¡°I wouldn''t have done that, surely?¡± ¡°Raul means that procedure meant it was a possibility,¡± Claudia said. ¡°Oh, I get it. But when I negotiate things, I don''t sign them without someone checking first, either.¡± ¡°Subtle difference,¡± Claudia said. ¡°OK,¡± Mack said, a smile gaining ground on his face, ¡°So, given that there''s that subtle difference, then my vote is that if you really don''t want me to resign Claudia, then I have nothing to do with these negotiations, or the final sign off. I''m sure the others have lots of useful input, but I am out of it, whoever''s negotiating can do the whole thing.¡± ¡°You''re suggesting a delegation of powers in all areas related to currency reform?¡± Raul checked. ¡°Exactly. Full delegation in all directly related areas.¡± ¡°Who determines what''s directly related?¡± Claudia asked. ¡°We can draw up a list of areas of Council powers, cross off the ones that we agree are what''s certainly not related, and let you decide the rest, Claudia. Any objections?¡± ¡°Me?¡± ¡°I hear a nomination from the chair,¡± Raul said, gleefully. ¡°And I second it.¡± ¡°All in favour?¡± Mack asked. ¡°Hey, hang on!¡± Claudia protested as every hand except hers went up. ¡°Motion is carried. Let the record show that Claudia is now the plenipotentiary negotiator on establishing a better basis for the Martian currency.¡± ¡°I refuse!¡± ¡°Can''t,¡± Raul said with a grin, very pleased it hadn''t been him, ¡°you''re too late.¡± ¡°But....¡± ¡°You know you can do it, Claudia,¡± Mack encouraged her. Claudia took a long breath, Mack was right, she could. It would ruin her plans, but this was vitally important, and it looked like she must. ¡°All right. But please can we scrap most of the rest of the agenda? I want to know what you want me to do.¡± ¡°Of course. One piece of news I want you to hear: I''m pretty sure that Earthling journalist, Alice Findhorn-Bunting, famous for bringing various corrupt corporations to their knees, has a copy of the missing clauses. She''s coming here, planning to convince Earth that we''re not a disorganised bunch of crims, and I guess then rub Mars Corp''s nose in them. She wants accreditation as a journalist here too.¡± ¡°Don''t Mars Corp handle that?¡± someone asked. ¡°Who''s the government here?¡± Raul asked. He''d read Alice''s article. ¡°What does it commit us to?¡± Claudia asked. ¡°Legal right to not name her sources, even to a court. Otherwise, normal privacy rights.¡± ¡°No objections from me then,¡± Claudia said.
Celestia, SundayFrisol 3rd July, 9am. ¡°Breaking news from Mars,¡± Barry announced, ¡°In yesterdays'' meeting of the Council, they voted for the following motion: ''The Council observes that plants are already being grown outside, and agrees that keeping the currency based on biomatter is as jit as ignoring a screamer because it''s only humming middle-C.''¡± ¡°What does that mean?¡± Cecilia Thornthwaite asked. ¡°Middle-C?¡± Evangeline answered, ¡°Do nothing, and you''ve got about a fifty percent chance of serious radiation exposure, maybe twenty five percent of a lethal dose.¡± ¡°Oh. But actually I meant the currency not being based on biomatter now?¡± ¡°Well, to start with, it''s not happened yet, but the decision means that lots of people are going to feel a bit cheated, because they''ve been expecting a referendum for the past four years. But it''s good news, because it means, longer term, money won''t grow on trees, or like weeds on Earth.¡± ¡°And at the moment it does?¡± someone asked. ¡°No. At the moment it doesn''t because there are no weeds or trees growing wild. That should change in our lifetimes.¡±
Dear Mr Maugh, you probably remember that, towards the end of our little chat at the spaceport, I mentioned that I planned to do what I could to strengthen the Martian economy? It looks like the Mars Council have pre-empted me doing any campaigning at all, which is nice. I think it would show real willing on Mars Corp''s part to suggest that rather than the 1kg in processed (or imported) bio-matter that it can be cashed in for at present, 1kg in Mars currency could be be exchangeable for the transport costs of 1kg of anything privately delivered to the spaceport (at prices for a Hohmann transfer, perhaps?). Or exchangeable with Earth currencies on that basis? What do you think? Perhaps the pricing on the Mars-Earth route might be looked at too? I''m sure you don''t want to have a big increase in the prices of Mars-produced products, do you? Alice Findhorn-Bunting.
Dear Mrs Findhorn-Bunting, I''m certain I don''t understand your reference to price increases, but I''ve copied your reasonable-sounding suggestion to the relevant people, along with my words of support. William Maugh.
Dear Alice, Thank you for copying me on your note to my brother. I hear that you''re another person planning to try using hydroponic techniques to kick-start your heap, is that right? William, I''m a little confused about some of the terms on my old contract of employment with Mars Corp, (I''m sure you can access a copy, if you don''t have one). Now that I''ve resigned, is there anything in it that stops me from talking to Alice about how my heap got started? Eloise.
Dear Eloise, companies have similar privacy rules to individuals, so ex-employees shouldn''t go giving interviews about what they learned as part of their work. But since Alice is a responsible journalist who''s agreed not to publish anything that brings the Corp into disrepute, I''m sure we can rely on her discretion if you accidentally say anything privately to her that you shouldn''t. As evidence of her discretion, you can ask her (very privately) about what an overly helpful A.I. told her about spelling. William
Message to Garry Chan, Corporation sub-office, Mars. Thursday 7th July. From head office: Regarding our negotiating position: obviously there are significant economies of scale with biological matter, but it would be entirely contrary to established policy and damaging to the good name of the corporation to point these out. Instead the following points should be emphasised: Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. 1. Predictability of demand, 2. Advantages of bulk handling and the long-term in-orbit storage of material in-transit. 3. Impact on ordinary Martians, value of people''s physical heaps will likely fall. 4. Continued need for bio-matter. 5. The speed of the decision, we have not heard the voice of all Martians speaking. 6. Significant quantities of goods and biomatter already being transported on every ship, in good faith. 7. Risks of disruption to the economy as more Jupiter class vessels reduce transport costs (especially if not transporting bulky bio-matter). Corporation accepts that some change is necessary, eventually. No clear need to switch in next 2 cycles, give people time to make plans and adjust. Eventually accept transport costs of any material. Internationally traded (convertible) currency would result in instability in currency and the fragile Martian economy and should be firmly resisted.
Message to Mars Corp head office, Wedsol, 8th July Talks continuing. Ms Claudia Fedira, plenipotentiary negotiator, asks why I kept talking about traded currency, when all they ask is convertible. Also asks why Martian economy is described as fragile, rejects all arguments regarding 2 cycles, views any delay as time-wasting, hiding something. She does not envisage any immediate changes, ''just on paper and in people''s minds''. However, she says that a journalist on-route will be publishing articles (on both planets) about how her hydroponic efforts go, thus she expects a major shift in initial settler practice next cycle, which could see devaluing of biomatter before plants on surface. Hence the urgency. Also, Ms Fedira firmly stated her opinion that deal must be signed before arrival influx, as sign of good faith. Council will be fully busy during that time, and both new arrivals and current Martians will want to know new economic status. Ms Fedira states that she is under pressure to comment on how these negotiations are going, and unless she hears clearly that we insist on negotiations being secret she will assume we don''t mind her talking to reporters.
Message to Garry Chan, Corporation sub-office, Mars. Friday 8th July. Your message got here a bit late for full reply. Please apologise to Ms Fedira, but delay needed. Fully understand her concerns about timing of deal.
Message to Mars Corp head office, Frisol, 10th July Ms Fedira running rings around me, due to reaction times. Ms Fedira expresses her thanks for acknowledging timing issues. She has taken this as our agreement that deal will be struck by end of Frisol Jul 18th, and she has publicised this. Hope that was intent of message, too late now if not.
Message to Garry Chan, Corporation sub-office, Mars. Monday 11th July. Unfortunately, contract with journalist (Mrs Findhorn-Bunting) means we cannot stop her publishing. Her editor states that first mention of hydroponics was deliberately delayed to not go out until after last transport left so as to not unduly disturb economy. Ms Fedira''s position on this point unassailable, unless the Council choose to pressure her not to publish for the good of the economy. Suggesting this at some point might be be worthwhile.
Message to Mars Corp head office, Monsol, 13th July Ms Fedira has suggested the following scheme: kgs from account be used to request biomatter, or import vouchers. The voucher (effectively a promissory note) can then be traded as cash, and eventually put into someone''s account. (i.e. import voucher issue does not necessarily mean use.) Alternatively an electronic version of import voucher can be traded to agents on Earth for cash, thus the desire for an exchangeable currency is met. Mars Corp can set timings needed before loading different materials for import. Mars Corp may defer transport if no ships available, but import vouchers should take priority over cash bookings, making vouchers a premium service for Earth customers (and hence incentive to trade for agents). Mars Corp may make certain materials available immediately (e.g. [her suggestion] appendix 27 materials). Journalists are publishing this suggestion, and pressing me for response. I have said nothing stands out to me as obvious problem, but not my decision. She suggests that making nutrients available for immediate delivery might be very popular, after publishing of hydroponics articles, and thus [her words] ''you won''t need to change what you''re importing, will you?'' My response was to state we are importing bio-matter. Her response was a long silence, and she then said ''talk to head office before you try to sell me any more of that gloop'', and left the negotiation room. This worries me, even if ''selling someone gloop'' is a common Martian expression.
Message to Garry Chan, Corporation sub-office, Mars. Thursday 14th July. Handling of physical import vouchers seems likely to be expensive. Mars has never had cash, why now? Can you negotiate this away? Otherwise, scheme seems generally reasonable. Approve of Martians selling of priority vouchers at market rate, via agents, as this reduces impact on our cash flow. BUT: Is Her suggestion is that the voucher be worth 1kg on any flight? This seems very bad deal for us. Negotiate! Agree that her phrasing / reaction to bio-matter is a concerning turn of events. Hopefully, we are just all being over-concerned. Try to negotiate flexibility of deal timing.
Message to Mars Corp head office, Tuesol, 1415th July Now much too late to negotiate deal timing. Ms Fedira insists on deal before tourist influx will be processed ¡ª this weekend ¡ª ''for the stability of the economy''. As for shipping, as instructed in last week''s letter, I stated that biomatter as major import is on every ship. She now argues that therefore we have not distinguished between shipment dates for delivering payment for workers, and therefore we cannot do so now, else this would be an effective reduction in people''s pay. I require fast responses, cannot over-emphasize how critical this is. Ms Fedira''s publicity department is making most of deal she offered and our every quibble. Most Martians are following the negotiation daily. Strong sense in the air that we are trying to trick Martians. She has full powers of council to agree to deal, or call general strike. Strong feelings in the air, if we do not back down on this issue of ''a transported kilo being just that, irrespective of shipment date.'' then I fear a strike is indeed likely. I emphasise this would be extremely expensive to the corporation. E.g. no processing of tourist influx, no cargo handling. If I don''t hear back, I will have to concede this point.
Message to Garry Chan, Corporation sub-office, Mars. Friday 15th July. Agree we shot ourselves in foot with ''every ship'' statement. Red faces here, point conceded. Board of directors agree: one kilo in account = one kilo shipped. Where is negotiation over physical import vouchers currently?
Message to Mars Corp head office, Tuesol, 15th July Quid-pro-quo for 1kg=1kg is that physical vouchers point has now been won. Ms Fedira accepted it is not necessary if independent banking system exists. Needed to concede that Council will now license banking operations. Corp retains monopoly on processing waste, but accounts can be held in other organisations. MarsCorp Transport will have to accept electronic vouchers from any bank, no preferential treatment of customers. Expectation is that loan companies will apply for such permission. Banks (including Corp) will be able to apply ¡°reasonable charges¡± for transactions above a cut-off limit. Council will be in multi-purpose negotiations with present / future banks regarding this. Protection of present micro-payment system is considered critical. I pushed for this to be considered fully separate negotiation, not linked to impending cut-off date for signing on this present currency adjustment, and that was eventually accepted. Population very happy about ''1kg=1kg shipped,'' guarantee and voucher trade system. Disaster averted! Please find attached draft agreement.
Message to Garry Chan, Corporation sub-office, Mars. Friday 15th July. Draft looks good, presently with lawyers.
Message to Garry Chan, Corporation sub-office, Mars. Saturday 16th July. All good, except lawyers checking board''s intention on one issue. Yesterday''s draft agreement states ''Mars Corp will honour the conversion rate of 1kg in an individual or corporate account as equating to the transport costs of 1kg mass, on all active routes joining the space-ports on the surfaces of Mars and Earth but does not include any element of ground transportation.''. This seemed a very reasonable interpretation of the board''s agreement, assuming they meant both ways. We need to check this!
Message to Mars Corp head office, Wedsol, 16th July After long negotiating day, I now urgently need confirmation or denial of Ms Fedira''s interpretation of the ''1kg=1kg shipped''. She stated today that of course the board''s message implies both directions, as there is nothing intrinsically more expensive about the Mars-Earth route than the return journey. In fact given the lower escape velocity of Mars, and the use of lunar swing-bys on reaching Earth''s orbit, it is cheaper to go Mars-Earth than outward. She has had expert advice on this, from Captain Kirkley. She then stated ¡°As we both know, it is only competition with Martian exports that makes the return journey expensive, and we know the reason that Mars Corp transport can charge so much for exports.¡± She then handed me a document (which I attach), it is a graphic showing figures from Appendix 27, passenger and crew cargo allocation compared to the capacity of some ships. I pointed out to her that appendix 27 numbers are only approximate, and that biomatter has never been listed. She corrected me and stated ¡°It was listed on a few early flights of Alpha-class vessels, in the 2220s. It was quickly removed from appendix 27. Appendix 27 records from later flights of those vessels showed an increase in other materials leaving only very limited or no space for biomatter. But maybe all your data has suffered a glitch. In any case, the council would like you to demonstrate that you stand by your public statements about the value of our currency.¡± At that point she left, having instructed me once more to contact head office. From this I find I must conclude that the Council''s negotiator believes that Mars-grown biomatter has been supporting employees pay to a much higher level than I have been led to believe, and that the consequential reduction in labour costs effectively allows the transport division tonover-charge production division (and everyone else) for the return leg. Will the relevant departments please release documentation to disprove the implicit accusation, as I find myself in a very difficult negotiating position. G.C.
Message to Garry Chan, Corporation sub-office, Mars. Sunday 17th July. Contacting all board members has been difficult, due to travel. Regret that release of confidential documentation in time for negotiation deadline is extremely unlikely.
Message to Mars Corp head office, Thursol, 17th July So, what do I do about direction issue? Let alone accusation that we''ve been involved in exploitative labour practices, which I find myself unable to answer to my own mind. I sincerely hope they are not true.
Message to Alice Findhorn-Bunting, the Celestia. Sunday 17th July. Dear Mrs Findhorn-Bunting. Thank-you for your efforts at bringing peace between my sister and myself. I find myself making a strange request. I am a cog in the chain of command leading to the negotiations on Mars, which must be completed urgently. The higher cogs have removed themselves from contact, so I must deal with the issues myself. Please could you reassure your father-in-law that I''m genuine? I need to contact him urgently about a most unfortunate encounter he had with my predecessor. I have a copy of the contract he was asked to sign, but only the briefest of notes about the subject matter. Please ask him to contact me. I also have an urgent question for you. I am afraid I was unable to interpret the appendix you pointed me at, however shocking accusations have come to my attention regarding the implications of the same documents. Does your insurance policy include matters relating to the reimbursement of Mars Corp employees? William Maugh
Message to Garry Chan, Corporation sub-office, Mars. Sunday 17th July. No one is answering my calls or messages either. Director of Human Resources has resigned. Only reply to earlier query was ''we didn''t discuss it, but personally I don''t want a war with with the Council.'' Please beg for time while I seek information and someone to answer questions. William Maugh
Celestia. Alice looked at the time-stamp on the message. She''d missed its arrival and it had been sitting waiting to be read for a couple of hours. [Simon, I need help deciding something, pretty urgent, I think.] [What is it?] [William Maugh asking for help.] [Really?] [Either it''s a cunning ploy, or he''s desperate.] [Could you find out which?] [Should I try?] [Let me read the message.] After Simon had read the message, he said. ¡°It feels right to me that you try. I think it''s important.¡± Alice tried. William Maugh''s thoughts were going in circles of ''what if'' and ''how could they?'', ''what am I supposed to be doing?'' and ''why should anyone help me? I''m just trying to do the right thing.'' He''d also been praying that Alice would answer soon. [Sue, it''s Alice here.] [Hi Alice! How''s things?] [A bit stressed over at Mars Corp, apparently. Could you call your Dad?] [Dad?] [Yes. There''s someone there, William Maugh, who desperately wants to know what his predecessor told your Dad to keep quite about, so he can do his job properly.] [What, shut up more people?] [No, both do the right thing and keep the company on the right side of the law.] [Oh.] [And if you can persuade your Dad to call him, can you pass on the message ¡°Alice says ''correction: villeinage is more accurate than serfdom.''¡± I''m sure Mr Maugh will understand.]
¡°Hello, William Maugh?¡± Frank Bunting asked. ¡°Speaking.¡± ¡°I''m Frank Bunting. I hear you want to talk to me,¡± Frank said ¡°and I''m asked to say Alice says ''correction: villeinage is more accurate than serfdom''. I hope that makes sense to you, it doesn''t to me.¡± ¡°Too much, yes,¡± William said ¡°Did Alice tell you what I want to ask about?¡± ¡°The message I got said you wanted to do the right thing, and talk to me about the things I signed a contract to never talk about. So I think I''ve called to say I can''t talk.¡± ¡°Ah, your memory of your contract is not quite right. I have the contract in front of me. It actually says that you''d never talk to anyone other than a senior manager or director of Mars Corp.¡± ¡°And your position?¡± ¡°Senior manager, legal department.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Frank said. ¡°Dr Bunting, I do not know what your research findings were, other than a note from my predecessor which said ''Embarrassingly clever calculations about wages on Mars, best silence him.'' I know it was some years ago, but I think a significantly better decision should have been made. I''ve recently heard an accusation that we''ve been systematically over-stating the costs of delivering what amounts to Mars''s currency by a significant amount, and so actually paying people on Mars an amount that is far lower than we led them to believe.¡± ¡°That sounds entirely likely,¡± Frank said. ¡°Would you be able to tell me roughly what you worked out?¡± ¡°I worked out that, based on what your company published about workforce size, final product prices, raw material costs, claimed shipping costs and so on, you must be either playing all sorts of highly suspicious accounting games or getting people on Mars to work for about a quarter of what the U.N. declared to be the minimum wage for any human.¡± ¡°A dozen thank-yous, Dr Bunting, you''ve made my decision making far easier.¡± ¡°What are you going to do now?¡± ¡°Well, since all the directors are in hiding, I''m going to do my job. If we make sure that the currency is worth what we''ve said it is, then the accusation becomes far less well founded, doesn''t it?¡± ¡°Your costs go up, too.¡± Frank pointed out. ¡°I don''t pretend to know very much about accounting, Dr Bunting, I''m a lawyer. Our accountants might scream, but the law is the law, and right is right. Thank you for your time, Dr Bunting.¡± ¡°I''m pleased to know that you have that attitude, Mr Maugh, and I''ll be praying for you.¡± William Maugh wasn''t sure how to answer that, but he was sure of one thing. He''d just received consultant help from someone who''d previously suffered what amounted to professional injury by Mars Corp. Compensation for both were fully appropriate.
Message to Garry Chan, Corporation sub-office, Mars. Sunday 17th July. Lacking any hard evidence to the contrary, and having received confirming information, I anticipate the accusations may be very damaging, and judge that damage limitation is appropriate. Full acceptance of offered terms seems to be both in line with board wishes and path most likely to both offer due remedy for past irregularities and also to limit legal repercussions. Therefore, my suggestion is honesty. Given legal position and authority of Ms Fedira, take legal oath on what you knew and what you''d been told. Admit total shock and surprise, etc. to scale of dilution. Acknowledge that Mars Corp directors seem to be in hiding (which is in my book seems tantamount to an admission of guilt), and so we must interpret their will as best you can. I trust you and she will agree with me that your signing the offered deal makes past promises/assurances truthful, and demonstrates that we are not (or at least, no longer) guilty of massive scale fraud and exploitation. In my capacity as Senior Manager in Mars Corp legal department, I require you to ensure that the organisation conforms to its legal obligations in this manner. I judge that now that we have reasonable certainty, any delay is tantamount to complicity. William Maugh. Senior Manager, legal department.
Message to William Maugh, Mars Corp head office, Frisol, 18th July Dear Mr Maugh, Thank you for you role in securing the stable future of our planet''s economy. Know that you will be welcome on Mars, if you ever choose to come. Claudia Fedira.
Visual effects / Ch. 18: About society

Visual effects / Ch. 18:About society

Celestia, Satursol 19th Jul ¡°Do you really think I''m better off without Ralph?¡± Cecilia Thornthwaite asked Evangeline. ¡°Better off materially, emotionally, psychologically, physically, spiritually, or socially?¡± Evangeline asked in reply. ¡°Urm, what about overall?¡± ¡°Cecilia, You surely know what the answer is to most of those things, don''t you? If your background had been better, do you think your mum would have been telling you to go after him, or stay away?¡± ¡°Stay away, ''course.¡± ¡°So where does that put you? Other than not in hospital?¡± ¡°Misery city,¡± Cecilia said, sadly. But she wasn''t shutting down, which Evangeline counted as progress. ¡°Next question. Would you be coming to Mars anyway?¡± ¡°It was my dream, yeah. New life, new chances, but I''d have never afforded it.¡± ¡°You could have come as a social case, couldn''t you?¡± ¡°I guess so. Oh. I''ve got a big question about that.¡± ¡°Go ahead,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°The Council gives claims out. Mars Corp let a certain number of social cases come for not much, because they have to. From what I understand, the Council and Corp aren''t exactly best of friends all the time. So why does the council care about how much you pay to get to Mars?¡± ¡°Oh, right. That question.¡± ¡°You mean I''m not the first to ask?¡± Cecilia asked, in mock shock. ¡°It goes like this. You need stuff to survive on Mars. People are going to need to trade. If all someone''s got is three changes of clothes, they don''t have much to trade, do they? The other question is that claim size is all about risk. The first colonists, they were highly educated people taking a great big step into the unknown. That''s why they got such massive claims. Early second wave, they were were still taking massive risks. By the time Dad got there, it wasn''t so risky, physically, but it was still a big step-down in terms of comfort and so on. You''re talking engineers and the like giving up their expectations of nice homes on Earth with dishwashers and washing machines and automatic lawn-mowers, beautiful carpets and so on, and they''re probably not going to see those things on Mars before they retire, if at all. We have tech, like wrist units and the like, but domestic appliances? We''d be cooking on coal if there was any, and you could get rid of the smoke. Carpets and stuff? People make their own if they can. Apparently, we''re roughly up to the development level of three centuries ago at the moment, so people are giving up a lot.¡± Evangeline paused for breath and Cecilia nodded. ¡°Now, you tell me what a real social case is giving up on? Green grass, just like everyone else, and maybe ancient versions of those things, but certainly not much choice about which one they buy. Get the difference?¡± ¡°Yeah. OK. Not a massive risk or change of lifestyle for me, is it?¡± ¡°Oh, it will be, don''t worry. But you''re not giving up summer holidays on exotic beaches, ski holidays, and so on. Really, what the council is doing is trying to encourage people to come. Interestingly, your old government has clearly decided that you''ve got qualities that mean that given the chance you''re the sort of person that Mars ought to want to come. So they''ve given you that chance. Very nice of them.¡± ¡°My old government?¡± ¡°You''re emigrating, remember?¡± ¡°Yeah. I need to pay attention to the lectures don''t I?¡± ¡°You''d better. Mars is a tough place, succeeding is hard, it takes work, it takes dedication, it takes having an ability to get off your tail and take big risks. It also takes a lot of know-how. Your looks will get you a man to look after you, if that''s what you''re after, but not if you get yourself dead first, and no man worth having is only going to be after your looks.¡± ¡°You mean that?¡± ¡°Which bit?¡± ¡°That I won''t struggle to find someone? Someone who''s worth having, I mean.¡± ¡°You''re what, eighteen?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°So, you''re young, new, vulnerable, OK, maybe not as vulnerable as lots your age, because of your past life, but you''re going into a strange place, where you do not understand what''s going on. So, there will be guys after you, if for no other reason than the fact that on Mars kids are important, a young wife potentially means lots of kids, and the girls who''ve grown up with them have rejected them. Assume there''s a reason there, and plan on saying no to a few dozen proposals a month, maybe more, until you''re settled and had your first harvest. Because unlike Earthlings, Martians are risk takers. It''s been bred into us, you might say. But that doesn''t mean you want to hitch up with the first guy who wants to take a risk on you.¡± ¡°So how do I spot a good one if I''m going to be a magnet for losers?¡± ¡°Step one, if they boast about how big their claim is, or ask about yours, kick them where it hurts. Almost certainly crims, and they''re being indecent anyway. You do not talk about claim sizes until you''re engaged or even married. Maybe not even then. Step two, don''t talk claim size, but do talk crops. What are they growing this season? What are they going to grow next season. What crop rotation plan do they follow? Why is it good? If they don''t know or can''t give good answers, then they''re losers. Step three: Where are they growing? If they''re still in a big dome, they''re not established, whatever they say or how ever long they''ve been there. If they''re growing in Marinaras, they''re sane. If they''re growing in Hellas well...¡± ¡°Well what?¡± ¡°Ask me for more advice. Hellas is a bigger gamble, there''s some real losers there, but some guys who''re on the road to doing very well. I''ve got a few hectares down there, but I''ve not started growing there yet.¡± ¡°I thought you weren''t supposed to talk about claims?¡± ¡°Total claim size. Anyone can have a few hectares in interesting places, well, anyone who thinks ahead and registers them that way from the start, or pays to adjust their claim later on.¡± ¡°Oh. Right. What''s so good about Marinaras?¡± ¡°Good and deep, not far from the hospital and so on, easy to get to, and unless you claim right at the bottom, not likely to flood. You also get reflected sunlight for extra warmth. Hellas is a long way from the centre, half the planet away, almost. If you live there, then you''re going to be really cut off from society. But it''s deeper, so the air''s thicker and there''s more chance of things growing there early on, but there''s also a reasonable chance of it turning into a swamp or a sea.¡± ¡°Sounds complicated.¡± ¡°Pay attention in the lessons.¡± ¡°OK. Should I ask guys about hobbies, things like that?¡± ¡°Yes. Ask that, very good idea. And as he''s answering, think to yourself, this guy is trying to persuade me that not only is he a nice guy, but he can support me when I''m heavily pregnant and can''t work in the family fields. Is it going to fall apart because he''s playing chemist or something? Take my brother for instance, please please take my brother! Well, maybe not. He''s got chemistry on the brain. He''s certain that there''s going to be some wonderful new process that would turn the nasties in Regolith into something useful. A couple of years ago he lost a lot of his crops because he was working on an experiment and he ignored them. So, yeah, watch out for get rich schemes and great plans. Get rich quick is usually a recipe for ¡°starve slowly ¡°. If he''s got no hobbies then worry too, because that''s odd. If he''s a reader, find out if he can put a book down. That''s really important.¡± ¡°But I don''t ask about how his heap is doing?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°Oh, you can ask that, if he''s talking romance. But do worry if they start quoting numbers at you, that''s a jit thing.¡± ¡°You mentioned first harvest.¡± ¡°Yeah. Rite of passage, if you like. Are they starting to make a success of Martian life? Can they look after plants well enough to get a decent harvest? If not, then stay away.¡± ¡°Are so many immigrants losers then?¡± ¡°No. Not even the born-Martians, I suppose. But I''m talking about the people your age. Not many immigrants are as young as you are. But there''s always some hopeful guys around, looking for someone young, pretty and lost-looking they can impress. Some of them are decent, but not all.¡± ¡°Hold on... you''re thinking about fixing me up with a second generation Martian, like you?¡± ¡°Depends on timing of course. When are you thinking of going boy-hunting? But let me tell you something for free: Mars is a small population. You didn''t drop out of school before learning about in-breeding being a bad idea, I assume?¡± ¡°I didn''t drop out of school at all,¡± Cecilia said. ¡°I thought...¡± Evangeline said, then shook her head, ¡°Sorry, I''ve been making wrong assumptions.¡± ¡°People do,¡± Cecilia said, ¡°I''m used to it.¡± ¡°So... is this ''private, keep out'' territory, or can I ask?¡± ¡°What about?¡± ¡°You, your old life, things like that.¡± ¡°I went to school, I hung out with my boyfriend, and did my homework on park benches or wherever. Basically, I tried not to be awake and at my foster parent''s. I took my last exams in prison.¡± ¡°Can I be nosey and ask about your grades?¡± Evangeline asked. Cecilia pulled a face, ¡°Not very good, I was a bit depressed. I should have done better really. I only got two ''A''s.¡± ¡°An A being the top grade? Then answer me a question, please.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Why don''t you go to the university?¡± ¡°Urm... it costs a lot and I''ve got no money?¡± ¡°Jit,¡± Evangeline accused. ¡°What now?¡± ¡°Look up course fees at the Mars University.¡± The ship''s computer had a good library about Mars-related things. Three minutes later, Cecilia asked ¡°What does this mean?¡± ¡°Which bit?¡± ¡°P.O.M.D.¡± ¡°Oh, they''ve changed it.¡± Evangeline looked for the expansion, lower on the page, ¡°Look, there, payable on Mars departure.¡± ¡°I see the words, but what do you mean, ''payable on Mars departure?''¡± ¡°You leave Mars, you pay.¡± ¡°I don''t understand.¡± ¡°Yes you do, you just refuse to believe it.¡± ¡°But this says if I''ve got top-of-scale grades in two or more subjects then my fees are one hundred percent p.o.m.d.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°It can''t mean that. What''s the catch?¡± ¡°Getting a hefty bill if you leave?¡± ¡°I''m not planning to leave.¡± ¡°Don''t pay then, it''d be silly to pay if you don''t have to. Be a contributor to the Martian economy instead.¡± ¡°But what if I just get married and have babies?¡± ¡°Babies are an important contribution to the Martian economy too.¡± ¡°I don''t get it.¡± ¡°I noticed,¡± Evangeline said, grinning. ¡°It can''t mean that I get a free university education!¡± ¡°Universities on Earth have expensive buildings, carry out expensive research, and get lots of money to buy or build more expensive buildings by charging students more than they can comfortably afford. You don''t see separate accommodation charges there, because they assume that you''re going to be living on campus. It being way down the other end of the trench to where everyone lives might have something to do with that. You don''t see food charges, because they assume you''re going to be growing your own, in the campus fields, or working for someone else in exchange for food. You don''t see charges for washing your clothes or cleaning your rooms, because you''re an adult and you clean up after yourself. You don''t see maintenance charges, because students help out around the campus. They don''t pay professors much, not really, they don''t do mega-money research, and the fees for the not-so good and off-planet students cover those costs. And the planet benefits.¡± ¡°You really get Earth students coming?¡± ¡°Yes. Rich kids mostly, of course, given how much a round-ticket costs. But actually, compared to some Earth Universities, the total cost actually works out as fairly cheap.¡± ¡°And the university has its own rate of exchange.¡± ¡°Well, sort of. It''ll be interesting to see what they do with the kilo becoming exchangeable.¡± ¡°Yeah. What''ll it do to you?¡± ¡°Me?¡± ¡°Your heap''s suddenly worth earthling money.¡± ¡°Oh, that. Dunno.¡± ¡°Don''t you worry about what it''s going to do?¡± ¡°I don''t really expect people will dump their heaps down the toilet. That''s always been illegal, and it''s the only way, other than selling it, to turn it into virtual heap rather than physical.¡± ¡°So... less withdrawals from the virtual system?¡± ¡°Maybe. Then you''d get supply and demand working, until the system gets back into balance, it depends how Mars Corp respond. If there''s enough of a drop in value, then that might mean for people with physical heaps that they consider their savings and go on a spending spree. I don''t know. It''s going to be pretty complex, I''m sure. The other thing, of course, is that the Corp is probably only going to issue a certain number of cargo vouchers per year. They don''t want to have their ships so full of imports they can''t ship people or gloop nutrients.¡± ¡°What would happen if the gloop system broke?¡± ¡°Roughly speaking, gloop feeds immigrants for about one and a half Earth years. By the time the next influx is started, most people are fully eating their own produce, but some get to that stage quite a bit earlier. If it broke, then that''s how many people would be hungry.¡± The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡°Starving, in fact.¡± ¡°No. It''s part of the social contract; people might be hungry, but no one starves.¡± ¡°Then what happens, if there''s no food?¡± ¡°The influx hasn''t been more than ten percent of the population for decades. These days, it''s far less than the birth rate, actually. People would share, I don''t know, something like one meal a week, maybe?¡± ¡°Everyone would share?¡± Cecilia asked, surprised. ¡°There''s a system for dealing with people who don''t,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°That sounds ominous.¡± ¡°So it ought to. Helping society gets rewarded with extra claim. Failing to help in a time of planetary crisis? That''s one of the few things that will get fines measured in hectares.¡± ¡°But they could have registered their claim as an alias, can''t they?¡± ¡°Not all of it, but yes. But an outstanding fine never lapses. You pay it now, you pay it later, or your kids pay it for you after you''re dead,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°And before you ask, if you have that sort of outstanding fine, then your name is muck, your picture is published, and you''d better not try farming, otherwise people will surely snitch on you in exchange for the reward.¡± ¡°OK.... I get it. You''ve got a system to deal with people who won''t help, but what if they can''t? If they''re only just feeding themselves?¡± ¡°Then they know what it is to go hungry, and wouldn''t wish it on anyone.¡± Suddenly a klaxon sounded throughout the ship. A radiation storm warning. ¡°Another drill?¡± Cecilia exclaimed. ¡°Let''s hope so,¡± Evangeline said, automatically checking her screamer''s display. Radiation levels were a little high, but within the bounds of normal. With the alarm though, she wasn''t sure. ¡°It might not be. Let''s move.¡±
If there aren''t enough drills, then people might not know how to respond in a real emergency, but if there are too many drills, people don''t take them seriously. Evangeline was just thinking of pointing that out to the crew when, half way to the shelter, her screamer buzzed a warning note. She shut it off. The human body could cope with radiation at that level for hours without ill effect, but it wasn''t normal. ¡°Bad move, darling.¡± she told Chris, who''d been waiting for her. He''d been chatting to Alice and Simon, and had obviously decided that she''d come this way. ¡°Waiting for people just means needless risk and you get more exposure.¡± ¡°It''s just another drill,¡± he replied, starting to following them ''up'' the tube with a kick. They''d all become quite adept at moving around the ship these days. It wasn''t zero g, but on the other hand, he could go quite a long way up the passage before needing to grab the ladder. ¡°Jit attitudes like that get people dead. You don''t know that.¡± she rebuked him. She didn''t want to cause a panic, by telling him it wasn''t. ¡°What did you just do to your screamer?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°Tell you later.¡± They reached the W-shaped kink in the passage before long, and got into the shelter. That W-portion of the passage had extra shielding, and provided an entrance for people through the water jacket without causing a chink in the shield. ¡°What''s the forecast?¡± Evangeline asked a crew-member who was off duty. ¡°Dunno. This wasn''t scheduled. Could be a drill for all I know.¡± ¡°Well...¡± Evangeline looked at her screamer''s display, ¡°strangely enough, this isn''t worried any more.¡± ¡°Not a drill?¡± ¡°Might be almost nothing,¡± Evangeline said, with a shrug.
Five minutes later, the captain''s voice came over the speakers. ¡°Not good enough, ladies and gentlemen. I won''t name names, but some of you obviously finished what you were doing, and ambled your way down as though this was a family picnic. In some ways it is, we''ll be handing out drinks in a while from the ship''s store. Please consider if you''d prefer mint, strawberry or almond flavoured electrolyte mix. The present storm counts as a low-intensity one, so if you dawdled you''ve just received the equivalent exposure to about an extra day in flight. That''s nothing to worry about, but if it had been a high intensity storm, you might be heading for some radiation-induced sickness. The present rad-storm is predicted to last three to five hours. Please be patient during your stay in the shelter.¡± In fact, it was six hours before the all-clear came.
Celestia, Sunsol 20th Jul, evening. ¡°Eva?¡± Chris asked, towards the evening, ¡°Just how often does radiation kill people on Mars?¡± ¡°Quickly? Not very often, and then it''s usually by equipment failure, actually.¡± ¡°Urm, could you explain?¡± ¡°What, you want me to preempt tomorrow''s lecture?¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°I expect so. It''d make sense, anyway.¡±
Celestia, Monsol 21th Jul ¡°Radiation... it can kill you fairly quickly, it can kill you really slowly, and it can also damage electronics. You probably know that,¡± Barry said. There were nods, and Barry continued. ¡°Right, you''re going to a place where radiation from cosmic rays and stuff from the sun are dangerous. First precaution is don''t go outside without a screamer. Second precaution is stay inside as much as you can, third precaution is, as much as you can, sleep and work underground or in a specially designed radiation shelter. Also, you want mass between you and the radiation, mainly barium or hydrogen atoms as found in plastic or water, not to mention your portable radiation shelter, and your Mars-suits. ¡°Normal radiation doses to the unprotected human on Mars surface are around a milisievert per day, sensible people say you don''t want to collect more than a thousand milisieverts in a lifetime, or a hundred in a year, if you can possibly avoid it. So you see right away, I hope, how important it is not to just grab a breather and go for a walk every day. If you happen to get caught in a bad storm, without any protection, you can collect something like three hundred per hour, which is going to give you radiation sickness. Not necessarily fatal, but you''re going to be very sick. If you''re only out for an hour, that is. If you make it much more than that then you''re dead or dying. But that''s without protection; an undamaged Mars-suit cuts down the radiation reaching you by a factor of about twenty, so ''only'' very nasty, rather than deadly. Your tent cuts it down even further. ¡°But death from radiation sickness is only one side of the danger. Other dangers include cancer and what radiation does to electronics. Electronics is just about as sensitive to radiation as you are, but it doesn''t self-repair. If you remember our earlier lesson, your life support is controlled by electronics, as is your navigator, your radio and so on. Those are rather useful things to have working, as you can imagine. In summary: go out in a Mars suit during a storm, and there''s a significant chance of you getting cancer or radiation sickness, or alternatively losing your life support. Of course, if you get lost and lose your life support, then you''re not going to bother about radiation sickness, and if you get a bad dose of radiation sickness then you''ll be dead before you end up with cancer.¡± ¡°What happens if you don''t have a Mars suit?¡± someone asked. Barry motioned to Evangeline to answer. ¡°You get extra radiation and a chance of frostbite, hypothermia, hypobaria, which is a bit like what divers call the bends, and of course, if you''re high enough, the very real possibility of you either not being able to get enough oxygen into your blood to keep you alive or not being able to squeeze the air out of your lungs without the gas venting to the atmosphere rather than going into the breather for recycling. If you end up doing that then you''re going to run out of air at least four times faster.¡± ¡°So the pictures of people on the surface with just a breather are fakes?" the questioner asked. ¡°Not all of them,¡± Evangeline replied, ¡°but the real ones would be taken on warm days and in the deepest valleys, not far from domes, and taken for some specific purpose.¡± ¡°Under medical supervision?¡± someone else asked. Evangeline looked at them as if puzzled for a while. Eventually she answered, ¡°No, just carefully and quickly, unless you''re a jit.¡± ¡°And what about if people are jits?¡± a man beside Alice asked. Evangeline shrugged, ¡°Maybe they don''t survive. Jits tend not to.¡± ¡°I just don''t understand how you Martians can be so callous!¡± he exclaimed. Chris took umbrage on Evangeline''s behalf, ¡°I don''t think my wife is being callous at all. The behaviour you''re talking about is almost on a par with jumping off a cliff with your mum''s tablecloth as a parachute. Some people think that sort of thing is fun, but anyone sensible would see that as near-suicidal behaviour. If you take part in near suicidal behaviour, then don''t be surprised if you don''t survive it for long.¡± ¡°But we are all jits, aren''t we?¡± the man persisted. ¡°Oh, that''s what you''re getting at,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°there''re jits and jits. Don''t get the two confused.¡± Barry nodded, ¡°In other words, don''t confuse suicidal tendencies due to forgetfulness or ignorance with suicidal tendencies due to extremely reckless behaviour. If you wanted to try to kill yourself, it would have been a lot cheaper to do it before you left Earth. Is it really callous of Martians to adopt an attitude that says if someone''s utterly careless of their own life, then it''s safer to stay away from them? We don''t have any parents here, but I''ve heard some saying that it''s certainly an attitude they''re happy for their kids to learn. Life in space and on Mars is too fragile as it is, without people feeling they automatically need to go along with their friends when they ignore all the lessons they''ve had, or rush into danger when people have got into trouble from taking too many risks. Yes, people will come to your help, but not if doing so is suicidal. And if you do get into trouble, don''t expect sympathy, but correction. Now, any other questions?¡±
Celestia, Monsol 21th Jul, evening. Cecilia knocked on the door to Simon and Alice''s bedroom. ¡°Hi, Cecilia,¡± Alice greeted her, after a short delay, ¡°What''s up?¡± ¡°More questions.¡± ¡°Come on in then,¡± Alice said. ¡°Your friend,¡± Cecilia started, but didn''t finish. ¡°Which one?¡± ¡°The one that wrote that article you gave me.¡± ¡°About deserving a black eye?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Should I banish Simon?¡± Alice asked. Cecilia noticed for the first time that Simon was already in the strapping that could loosely be termed his and Alice''s bed, ¡°Oh! Sorry, I didn''t realise it was that late.¡± ¡°It''s not, just I thought I''d try and fall asleep earlier,¡± Simon said, ¡°too many confused nights recently.¡± ¡°Yeah. Adjusting to the Mars clock isn''t as easy as you''d think, is it?¡± ¡°You''d think it would be easy ¡ª just stay awake an extra forty minutes a day, but my internal clock seems to be resolutely ticking on Earth-time, so I''m getting more and more jet-lagged every day.¡± ¡°I keep telling him he ought to stay up later,¡± Alice said, ¡°but he wants to catch up on lost sleep for some reason.¡± ¡°I''m making do with day-time cat-naps,¡± Cecilia said. ¡°Maybe I should try that,¡± Simon sighed, ¡°it just seems like a waste of time.¡± ¡°Whereas trying to get to sleep early is just re-enforcing the Earth rhythm.¡± Cecilia pointed out. ¡°Preach it, sister!¡± Alice cheered her on, ¡°What I really don''t understand is that this man used to think nothing of staying up working all night, when I first met him. Now he''s turning into a pumpkin at ten P.M.¡± ¡°Probably something to do with not getting enough sleep because my body clock isn''t altering itself by more than twenty minutes a day, when ship time changes by thirty nine and a half,¡± Simon muttered. ¡°Should I come back tomorrow?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°No. Simon should just win the argument with his body that he''s on Mars time now and go back to sleep if he wakes up early, rather than giving up so easily.¡± Simon decided not to dignify that with an answer, and instead asked ¡°What did you want to ask about Alice''s friend, Cecilia? Or do you want me to leave? I can, it''s not a problem, really.¡± ¡°What she wrote,¡± Cecilia started, ¡°was it like, personal, or just written that way? Do you know?¡± ¡°Does it matter? ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Because?¡± ¡°Because it sounds too much like something a social worker might say, you know, all based on theory and crazy ideas.¡± ¡°Which bit are you thinking about?¡± Alice asked. ¡°All that stuff about forgiveness.¡± ¡°Hold on,¡± Alice said, ¡°what stuff about forgiveness? Did I give you the wrong article?¡± ¡°Maybe. It didn''t say much about deserving a black eye, really. Lots about forgiving people, and being forgiven, how that breaks the cycle of ''You hurt me, so I''ll hurt you.¡± ¡°Definitely sounds like it wasn''t the article I meant to give you.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°It sounds much more like an inspirational talk she gave a while back.¡± ¡°Yeah, it was that sort of talk. But it seemed to be lacking something. It was hollow somewhere.¡± ¡°Of course it was,¡± Alice agreed. ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°You try to go around forgiving people totally, like she was talking about and see how many people think ''yeah, that''s a great idea and do the same,'' compared to how many get angry at you.¡± ¡°So...¡± Cecilia started but Alice kept talking. ¡°But on the other hand, if you start with God forgiving you, then you''re on much firmer ground. We''re still not perfect, of course, but Christians are supposed to forgive the way she''s talking about, because they''ve been forgiven that much and more.¡± ¡°Oh,¡± Cecilia said, ¡°not so relevant to me then.¡± ¡°I don''t know,¡± Simon chipped in from the wall, ¡°how big a manure pile of unforgiven sin do you have between you and God which is messing up your inner psyche and the rest of your relationships?¡± ¡°Hey, that''s a bit personal!¡± Cecilia protested. ¡°Not very gentle, Simon,¡± Alice said. ¡°Sorry, blame it on the sleep deprivation.¡± ¡°I guess I''ll forgive you, I''ve met worse, after all.¡± ¡°How bad?¡± Alice asked, curiously. ¡°''Turn from your ways, you sinful girl, or you''re going to burn in hell!''¡± ¡°Oh, subtle! That''s almost as good as what someone once told me. Who was it from?¡± Alice said. ¡°Foster mother''s grandmother, I think she was about ninety.¡± ¡°I''m not sure that''s a good excuse. She just came out and said it?¡± ¡°To be fair, no. I''d been winding her up about religion and stuff, you hear a load of stuff on the streets. Mostly from the crazies of course, so who knows if its true or not?¡± Cecilia paused, then asked ¡°What did they say to you?¡± ¡°Crazies on the streets?¡± Alice asked, ¡°not much, most of the time.¡± ¡°No, I mean the person you just said about, who rammed religion down your throat.¡± ¡°Oh, her. But she wasn''t actually ramming religion at me. It was a reaction to me confronting her about her hypocrisy. She told me that I was in league with demons and was going to bring God''s curse on everyone close to me. A few hours later my parents died. It took God giving me a message via Simon here to convince me she''d been entirely wrong.¡± ¡°Woah! You got a message from God, Simon?¡± Simon shrugged, ¡°God''s real, he asks people to do things sometimes. One day I was sitting in the coffee area and he asked me to talk to a woman walking past and tell her a few things, including that she''d never been under a curse. It was pretty scary, but I''m very glad I didn''t disobey.¡± ¡°What you need to remember, Cecilia, is that people can fail in all sorts of ways, and we all do, from time to time,¡± Alice said. ¡°But God is reliable.¡± Cecilia looked at her toes for a long time, and then said, ¡°And you''re now going to tell me that if I want to feel forgiven then I need to turn my life around and join a church, aren''t you.¡± ¡°Not really. I''m going to tell you that you need to ask God to forgive you. Turning your life around is a big job, and he knows you need his help to do it properly, so he doesn''t expect you to do it on your own.¡± ¡°That''s... different.¡± ¡°Unique as far as I know,¡± Simon said. ¡°God doesn''t really think much about religion if by that you mean doing things so God will accept you. That''s getting it all backwards, like trying to buy a birthday present from the person who''s offering it to you.¡± ¡°You''ll upset people if you do that,¡± Cecilia agreed, ¡°but I need to think more.¡± ¡°Fair enough,¡± Alice said. ¡°Want the article I was planning to give you?¡± ¡°What''s that one about?¡± ¡°How if you get punished too much then you expect it, like it''s normal, and you even start assuming that any time someone does something bad to you you must have deserved that too. I think Evangeline would say that''s a jit kind of logic.¡± ¡°Yeah, she would wouldn''t she? What''s she think about your God?¡± ¡°Guess,¡± Alice replied with a grin. Cecilia thought for a bit and realised she knew the answer, ¡°You four shared a wedding, didn''t you?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I guess my four best friends on board are actually religious fanatics.¡± ¡°Is that a problem?¡± Alice asked, ¡°Not that I accept the fanatic label.¡± ¡°I guess it helps explains why you weren''t scared of me.¡± ¡°Scared of you?¡± Simon asked, ¡°Are people normally scared of you?¡± ¡°Most of the normal people, anyway. Some of the unusual people think I''m easy prey before they discover otherwise.¡± ¡°You like that feeling,¡± Simon challenged, ¡°the sense of power it gives you over people.¡± ¡°Yeah, a bit,¡± Cecilia replied, wondering how he knew, and down-playing how great it felt. ¡°There''s not much point lying to either of us, Cecilia,¡± Alice said, ¡°You know that, don''t you?¡± ¡°Not well enough not to try,¡± Cecilia admitted. ¡°Does that make me a bad person?¡± ¡°What, lying?¡± Alice asked. ¡°No, liking it that people are scared of me?¡± ¡°It''s understandable,¡± Alice said, ¡°It''s not great, and it''s something that could turn you into a nasty person, but you''re not there yet and it''s pretty understandable that you''ve gone someway along that route.¡± ¡°Lying is probably just as big a problem,¡± Simon added. ¡°Especially lying to yourself.¡± ¡°Lying to myself?¡± ¡°Convincing yourself that you can cope with life without God, for instance,¡± he expanded. ¡°Hey! I''m not that bad.¡± ¡°Not that good either, not by God''s standards. `If we say we have not sinned, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us.''¡± ¡°You sound like you''re quoting.¡± ¡°Yes. From the Bible.¡± ¡°What about ''God helps those who help themselves?''¡± ¡°Not in the Bible,¡± Alice said firmly, ¡°But what is in there is ''all have sinned and fallen short of God''s glory'', and ''God so loved the world he gave his only Son, so whoever believes in Him will not perish, but have eternal life.''¡± ¡°Oh, yeah. I''ve heard that one, nice reassuring verse that.¡± ¡°Have you heard the verse which comes really soon after, about people who don''t believe?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Don''t think so,¡± Cecilia replied. ¡°Without looking it up, it roughly says ''Whoever believes is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already.''¡± ¡°Not so reassuring, that one.¡± ¡°Exactly, I thought you needed to get the full picture. This is important, stuff we''re talking about. God''s not going to feel threatened by you, and nor does he want you to be intimidated, but he does want you to take him seriously, and not dismiss him as irrelevant to you.¡± ¡°That''s roughly where we started from, isn''t it?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Cecilia replayed the conversation in her mind, ¡°So, what you''re saying is that I''m not scary, because you''ve got God on your side, and I''m not in his good books. And if I want to feel forgiven, I need to sort that out, and then I can be a happy little religious extremist too?¡± ¡°You like that phrase, don''t you. What''s the opposite of an extremist in your book?¡± ¡°Boring; I don''t like boring.¡± ¡°I''d have never guessed,¡± Alice said, ¡°What would you call yourself?¡± ¡°I''m an extreme irreligious rebel,¡± Cecilia said. ¡°I think you might like to read about Jesus. He didn''t think much about religion, either.¡± ¡°It won''t work; I''m too rebellious.¡± ¡°You didn''t drop out of school, though,¡± Alice pointed out. ¡°''course not.¡± ¡°Some people might see that as not being very rebellious at all,¡± Simon pointed out. ¡°Dropping out of school is just daft. All that lovely education? For free?¡± ¡°So... you''re rebelling against the commonest form of rebellion?¡± Alice asked, ¡°I''m guessing that''s because you''ve weighed up the costs and benefits and decided you like the benefits a lot.¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°But so far,¡± Simon said, ¡°at least to me, it seems like you''re submitting to the boring norm of brainless rejection of God without weighing up much at all.¡± ¡°Simon, you''re tired, go to sleep,¡± Cecilia said, feeling attack was the best form of defence. ¡°I know what you''re thinking,¡± Simon said, sing-song fashion. ¡°Yeah? What?¡± ¡°Attack''s the best form of defense. In other words you''ve got a nasty feeling I''ve got a point, yes?¡± ¡°Why did you two decide to ruin my life?¡± Cecilia asked, plaintively. ¡°How is encouraging you to think clearly about important things ruining your life?¡± Alice asked, bemused. ¡°It''s another form of defense, Alice. Also known as trying to change the subject,¡± Simon said, yawning. ¡°But she does have a point, I think I''m falling asleep.¡± ¡°My immortal soul is that boring, Simon?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°No. Nice to know you admit you''ve got one. But, like you said I''m tired. You''ve got a good brain, Cecilia. Use it sometime, eh? Look at the evidence.¡± ¡°It was all made up by his followers,¡± Cecilia claimed, trying to stir up some outrage. It was getting uncomfortable. ¡°Do you really think that?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Naah.¡± ¡°Just, you know, it''s not a particularly hard one to tear to shreds.¡± ¡°Hey, I admit it, OK? I''m running. You seem like a nice couple of extremists, I even like you. But all this God stuff is too scary.¡± ¡°Why''s it scary?¡± ¡°Because if God goes and proves he''s real then I''m probably going to need to keep my promise to the old biddy, aren''t I?¡± Alice guessed she was talking about the foster mother''s grandmother. ¡°Is that bad?¡± ¡°Terrible.¡± ¡°Anything you can share?¡± ¡°I make sure I marry ''a nice sensible Christian boy''. Me can you imagine? Why would I want to marry someone nice and sensible?¡± ¡°You want a nasty idiot?¡± Simon asked, mid-yawn. ¡°''course not. I want a crazy extremist nut-case, like I am. A natural-born risk-taker.¡± ¡°Oh. A Martian, you mean?¡± Alice asked, with a grin. ¡°I think you''re going to the right place.¡± ¡°So you won''t hold my promise against me?¡± ¡°Look, Cecilia, nice is in the eyes of the beholder, Christian is only right if you''re a Christian. Sensible? I''d see sensible is someone you can live with the rest of your life. Just don''t go marrying someone you need to do all the joined-up thinking for.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 19: Disembarkation

Visual effects / Ch. 19:Disembarkation

10A.M. Sunsol, 17th Aug, 2270, Mars Orbit The Celestia had arrived at the orbital station about an hour earlier, just an hour after a full tourist-class ship which had left while they''d been en-route. Cecilia had decided there was not really much need to rush. There was going to be a long queue for passenger spaces on the shuttles, even though they were busing people and cargo down to the surface continually. There were four hours before the next arriving ship, so as long as she didn''t take that long, all rushing would do was get her was a longer wait in the orbital station. She could have rushed and been one of the first Celestia passengers to join the queue, but she''d decided to spend the time on her hairstyle instead. She''d wanted to try for one that peacocks would cry for. ¡°Good bye, Cecilia Thornthwaite,¡± Barry Braithwaite said, coming up behind her. ¡°You''ve certainly livened up the trip. I''ll miss you. Your hair looks amazing, by the way.¡± She looked back at the older man she''d hoped to avoid. ¡°You are just not going to give up, are you? If do we ever meet again, Barry, don''t get your hopes up. You''re not my type.¡± ¡°You can''t blame a guy for trying.¡± ¡°Yes, I can. Especially when he doesn''t take ''no, get lost and keep your eyes to yourself'' for an answer.¡± Barry shrugged. He''d heard it before, quite a lot of times actually. He''d been fairly sure that it was an act, that eventually she''d fall for his charms. Usually, on previous trips, he''d managed to get at least a kiss and a cuddle out of his target-passenger by the end of the journey. This time... he''d had her almost crying in his arms and had actually felt protective towards her, and then... he''d got nothing but hostility in reply. He''d thought... He snuffed out that clearly optimistic thought. Oh well, she obviously meant it when she said she didn''t like him. ¡°Tell you what, Barry,¡± Cecilia offered, ¡°I expect there''s still a queue, so why don''t I tattoo ''sleazeball'' on your forehead? That way anyone who has got some doubts can see my assessment of you.¡± ¡°You really don''t like me, do you?¡± he asked, ¡°What did I do wrong?¡± ¡°Other than decide you''d try to court me, you mean?¡± ¡°Was that so wrong?¡± She considered, weighing things up, and answered: ¡°naah. I suppose there''s maybe even a chance you might have got somewhere, in different circumstances. But the timing? Deciding to worm your way into my affections just when I find out I''m being forcibly separated from my boyfriend and all vulnerable? That really stinks to high heaven. That says you''re a self-centred, manipulative, sleaze-ball.¡± She pushed her way out of the airlock, as he digested that. He called something via the intercom as she was leaving the outer air-lock door, but she wasn''t sure if it was ¡°sorry¡± or ¡°so long ¡°.
10.15 A.M. Waiting area, Mars orbital station ¡°That''s the most complicated hairstyle I think I''ve ever seen you in.¡± Evangeline greeted her as Cecilia entered the waiting area. Everyone was back in magnetic boots. ¡°You''re planning on making an impression on someone?¡± ¡°Mostly it was because I could. I expect I''ll not have this much time to waste for a long time. And, of course, zero-gee is great for setting impressive hairstyles.¡± ¡°Good job they''re not going to insist on helmets,¡± Chris said. ¡°I''d probably refuse anyway,¡± Cecilia grinned, ¡°you know me. At least until my ears start to pop, anyway.¡± They chatted a bit more, and then Chris and Evangeline saw Cecilia turn pale and go rigid. ¡°There''s Ralph,¡± she whispered. The front of the waiting area had been partitioned off with transparent screens, and now it was being filled up with grumpy-looking prisoners and watchful guards. Most of the prisoners were looking around at the surroundings, presumably different to the cells from their trip. So far, it didn''t look like Ralph had seen Cecilia. ¡°If I talk to him, I''m a crim, and an oath-breaker,¡± Cecilia said, transfixed. ¡°Maybe if you signal to him, too. Turn away, Cecilia, don''t look,¡± Evangeline said quietly. ¡°I didn''t expect him to be here. I didn''t expect to ever see him again, but there he is.¡± Chris noticed the prisoners noticing Cecilia''s flamboyant hair and nudging one another to point her out. He used his rugby-player bulk to block the view between her and Ralph. ¡°Best if he doesn''t see you, Cecilia, isn''t it?¡± She nodded, and finally turned her back. Evangeline had a bright idea, and dialed 222. She hadn''t been sure who''d pick it up, but recognised Barry''s concerned voice. ¡°Barry, just the man. Someone''s trying to get Cecilia in trouble. A bunch of crims have just been put on the other side of a transparent partition. Guess who''s among them.¡± ¡°How''s she reacting?¡± ¡°No problems so far.¡± ¡°I''ll make some calls. I don''t know if I can do much, though.¡±
10.30am The partition was mostly sound-proofed, but it was pretty clear that the angry shouts coming from the prisoner''s side were Ralph first demanding Cecilia look at him, and then threatening and screaming abuse at her. There was a thud as he threw himself at the barrier. The crack of a stunner came through much clearer than his voice had, and Cecilia couldn''t hold back the tears any more ¡°He''s a nasty person, but still...¡± ¡°You love him?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°No,¡± Cecilia said, ¡°Not really. I don''t want to be near him. In some ways, he terrifies me, now. What he did to my thinking. But it still felt like I ought to be obeying him, you know? Turning round, looking at him, talking to him?¡± ¡°Well, I think he''s just made sure you''re not going to see him again.¡± Cecilia gasped, ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°Trying to break out of the prisoner''s area? He''s going to be in maximum security.¡± ¡°Oh. I thought you meant...¡± ¡°No, they''re not going to execute him for screaming at you.¡± ¡°I guess...¡± Cecilia shook her head, then winced as doing that that pulled on her hair. ¡°Silly thought, and silly hairstyle.¡± ¡°What was the thought?¡± ¡°It''s good to know I don''t obey him any more.¡± ¡°Why''s that a silly thought?¡± ¡°I didn''t need to see him to know that. Changing the subject, where''s Alice?¡± ¡°She and Simon got ushered into some meeting. No idea what about.¡±
10.30 a.m. Mars Corp office, Mars orbital station. After a fifteen minute wait for the manager to arrive, the junior MarsCorp representative said ¡°Mr and Mrs Findhorn-Bunting, I''m sorry the manager has been detained on other business. He''s just asked me to talk to you in his place.¡± ¡°Well, it''s a shame he wasn''t able to ask that earlier.¡± ¡°We''ve been informed about your cargo, you''re planning to experiment with hydroponics, and use it to kick-start your heap. Is that correct?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Simon said. ¡°You''re going to stir up trouble and resentment in the domes if you do, and that, certainly bragging about it, would be an act very detrimental to the good of the society in which you''ll be living. That''s not something we''d like to see, we''ll ask you, insist actually, that you not to carry out your experiments until you''re in your own personal space.¡± ¡°This is a Mars Corp policy, then?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Do many people try doing it?¡± ¡°Not many. Just a few a season.¡± ¡°I''m surprised I''ve not heard of it then.¡± He shrugged. ¡°If you could please sign this form?¡± he said, passing over a data crystal, ¡°It just acknowledges that you accept this restriction on your residency. Then, once it''s signed, you can proceed to the embarkation area.¡± Alice and Simon started read the form, which was full of dense legalise. ¡°You just need to sign at the bottom,¡± the official said. ¡°I think we need to read it first,¡± Alice said, ¡°For instance it says that I agree not to publicise the results of my experiments.¡± ¡°Yes, Mrs Findhorn-Bunting, sorry, I should have mentioned that.¡± ¡°You should have indeed,¡± Alice agreed. She was very tempted to listen to his thoughts, to see if his regret was genuine, but she resisted that temptation. ¡°Perhaps, while we''re reading this agreement you''d like to confirm on your database that my wife has the status of an accredited journalist?¡± Simon suggested, ¡°and also confirm that MarsCorp has agreed that it will not, in any way, attempt to restrict her journalistic freedoms.¡± The man paled and checked, immediately understanding that his form was doing just that. ¡°How long have MarsCorp known that kick-starting heaps could be done using hydroponics?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I''m sorry, I can''t answer that.¡± ¡°Well, thank you for the interesting read,¡± Simon said, ¡°But I don''t think we''ll be signing it with that clause in it.¡± ¡°We won''t be able to allocate you space in a big dome until you do, sir, maam. I''m not sure what to do about the no-publicity clause, I think we''ll have to ask head office. Perhaps you could stay at the University like other journalists?¡± ¡°Well, I didn''t actually know there were any,¡± Alice said, ¡°so it might be interesting to have a chat to them. How many of them are there?¡± ¡°There will be four this season, five including yourself, Maam.¡± ¡°You keep talking about big domes,¡± Simon said, ¡°are you assuming we''ll be staying in one of them?¡± ¡°You''re going to be in the University accommodation, then? It''s a slightly different arrangement there, but Mars Corp does provide the field dome there too, so we''ll need you to sign, still, actually. I''d forgotten that.¡± ¡°Actually,¡± Alice said, ¡°we''re going to be staying in a private complex. So head-office might say I shouldn''t have been shown this contract at all, sorry. But it certainly has been interesting reading, thank you for letting me see it.¡± ¡°Urm.¡± the man said, in a slightly strangled voice, ¡°I think I really need my supervisor in here.¡± ¡°Don''t worry, I won''t mention you in my write-up,¡± Alice said, ¡°I''ve also agreed not to publish articles intending to bring Mars Corp into disrepute, so as long as the corporation does not lie about it, I''m not planning to publish anything about this matter. What I will be doing is contacting Mr Maugh of your legal department, asking if he feels that people who''ve been forced to sign these gagging contracts in the past could be released from them, in order that I can interview them.¡± ¡°Mr Maugh?¡± ¡°Mr William Maugh, senior manager of Mars Corp''s legal department.¡± Alice supplied. Another MarsCorp employee walked in before the junior representative could reply, and asked, ¡°all signed and dusted?¡± ¡°Not exactly,¡± Alice replied with a smile, ¡°I was just explaining to the young man here that I''ll be contacting William Maugh about getting people released from these gagging contracts.¡± ¡°Mrs Findhorn-Bunting is an accredited journalist, sir. But, urm, with a unique contract.¡± ¡°And we''re not planning on living in the big domes anyway,¡± Simon added, as he led Alice out of the office past the stunned manager.
12.45, Mars spaceport arrivals area. ¡°So, Eva love, which queue do we join?¡± Chris asked Evangeline. There was a sign pointing left for tourists and journalists, right for new settlers, and a small door straight ahead labeled ''flight crew only.'' ¡°Let''s be ''new settlers,'' that''ll be the way to the claim registry. It doesn''t change much but we''re here anyway, we might as well register your claim.¡± ¡°Does that go for us too?¡± Simon asked. The five of them had all landed in the same shuttle. ¡°Yes, I''d assume so.¡± This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
As they passed through the portal, an automatic turnstile issued them with a bag containing a screamer, a tent and an explanatory leaflet and map. It wouldn''t allow Evangeline to exit without her taking it. ¡°Jit machine¡± she said, trying to replace the bag before going through the turnstile. ¡°Please take the bag and keep moving, Ms.¡± a security guard said. ¡°I''m born-Martian,¡± she said, ¡°I''ve got my tent ''n'' screamer.¡± ¡°Take the new one too, please. We''ll work out how to solve that later on, OK?¡± ¡°Fine. Just as long as it won''t charge me.¡± ¡°I''m sure we can deal with it if it does, Eva,¡± Chris said. Grumbling, Evangeline took the bag, and they joined the next queue, which wasn''t very long at all. It was another automatic machine, which proudly proclaimed itself to issue land rights. Evangeline had a bad feeling. She wandered back to the security guard, while the rest of their party waited. ¡°That machine''s going to want my new arrival pass, isn''t it?¡± she asked the security guard. They''d been issued to everyone except Evangeline. She''d also had to talk quite firmly to Barry about there not being any requirement to record anyone''s family tree on them either, like it asked for. It was one place where Mars Corp filled their database from. ¡°Yes, Ms.¡± he said, ¡°Oh. You won''t have one will you?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Urm. I''ll just call for help, if that''s OK.¡± ¡°Fine by me.¡±
The solution turned out to be that Evangeline needed to type the booking reference for her flight onto a keyboard, which was hidden under a panel that the security guard could unlock. Since she''d purged most of the messages from her wrist unit, she wasn''t sure she''d got it, but fortunately she did. The guard also found out what she was supposed to do with the new screamer and tent: keep them as a spare or sell them. Alice took notes; it might make an interesting article. After all that, it just opened the door. Chris, as expected, got issued with his hundred hectares. Cecilia was next. With some trepidation, she gave the machine her new arrivals pass. It gave her a welcome message, returned her pass and gave her a certificate which stated she had the right to claim seventy five hectares. She let out a whoop, and called back to the rest of the queue ¡°Population''s still under that magic million, boys and girls!¡± The security guard grinned at her joy, but corrected ¡°Actually, people, today''s going to be the last for the seventy five. Citizen one million was almost certainly born just after dawn this morning.¡± ¡°Almost certainly?¡± someone asked. He shrugged, ¡°I heard it on the news. End of yesterday the population had lots of nines in it. A few old folk died, no ships docked, and based on birth rates they reckoned he or she was born about half-past dawn, plus or minus. Apparently lots of pregnant mums are going on bumpy journeys and so on to see if they can encourage their little one to arrive today rather than tomorrow.¡±
The next stage for the arrivals was a large hall, where they could use one of the terminals to register a claim or claims, if they wanted, collect their cabin baggage, and register for a place in one of the domes. Then, once they''d done that, they could leave the space-port. Hold luggage would be delivered once they''d specified an exact destination. There was also a little side room, that most people were ignoring. Evangeline spotted it, and pointed it out to the others from the Celestia. ¡°Alias office, that way.¡± Cecilia grinned her thanks and made a beeline for it. ¡°Isn''t it risky to put your claim down under alias when you''ve got nowhere to hide stuff?¡± someone asked Evangeline. ¡°It''s not ideal,¡± she replied, ¡°and you don''t need to do it now. You could walk out of the spaceport with just your certificate and no land claimed, after all. Cecilia has definite plans, I believe, and doesn''t want anyone else to claim the patch of planet she''s got her eyes on.¡± ¡°Oh, right.¡± ¡°Me likewise,¡± Chris said.
13.30, Mars spaceport transport hub Just as they were saying farewell to Cecilia, there was a shout of ¡°Eva! Welcome home!¡± It was Seth, her second eldest brother. ¡°Hi Seth!¡± she said, giving him a hug. ¡°You''re the welcoming party?¡± ¡°You''ve got to be joking. I''m just the one that spotted you first. Hello, Chris, welcome.¡± he shook Chris''s hand and added ¡°Come on, Eva, bring your friends. Mum''s brought lunch. You must be Simon, Alice I recognise, so I''m guessing you''re Cecilia? You''re welcome too.¡± ¡°I was just leaving...¡± Cecilia protested. ¡°What, to find your solitary bunk, ruin your impressive hair-do with a construction helmet and enjoy your first meal of gloop?¡± Seth challenged. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Come along, Cecilia,¡± Evangeline challenged, ¡°rebel against the inevitable!¡± ¡°I can''t really refuse, can I?¡± ¡°Not if you''ve got brains, no,¡± Seth said. ¡°So, Seth, what''s on the menu?¡± Evangeline asked. ¡°Proper welcome-home picnic, of course.¡± ¡°I can''t wait. Freeze-dried food made with thrice-reprocessed yuck-water might hold off starvation but...¡± ¡°But?¡± Seth asked. ¡°Gloop probably tastes good by comparison,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°So are we ruining everything for Cecilia,¡± Alice asked ¡°feeding her proper food before she''s tasted the delights of gloop?¡± ¡°No, just giving me a taste of my future as a successful Martian.¡± ¡°Well said,¡± Seth agreed.
Ben had been busy with his experiments over the past few weeks, so he hadn''t paid very much attention to meal-time talk about who Eva had been making friends with on the ship. It just hadn''t seemed that relevant. Seeing the girl that was coming towards them with Eva, Chris, Simon and Alice, Ben decided he ought to have been paying more attention. Maybe it had been relevant. A very pretty girl with a spectacular hairstyle. It must be her that had been talked about a lot. Did he remember hearing that she had become a Christian, or that she was close? What was her name? Oh well. She''d probably be introduced. ¡°Let''s put Ben to the test,¡± Seth said, as they arrived. ¡°Ben, this is Eva''s friend we''ve been praying for at meal-times, who''s been listening to people talk about God. Enquiring minds want to know if you bothered to listen to her name.¡± ¡°Seth, don''t be cruel!¡± Eve said, ¡°You know Ben''s no good at names. Welcome, Cecilia, I''m Eve. And welcome home little sister.¡± Eve embraced Evangeline. ¡°Thanks. So Ben, you''re the distracted chemist?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Ben said, still blushing. ¡°Eva says you''re trying to solve the perchlorate problem and give us more oxygen to breath all in one go?¡± ¡°Oh, that bit''s fairly easy. I''m really trying to actually make it pay too.¡± ¡°You mean get the cost to below what MarsCorp charge?¡± ¡°Urm, sort of,¡± Ben said. ¡°Right, yeah, you''ve got to get it so you can undercut MarsCorp, repair breakages, scale up, pay workers'' wages, and eat too, haven''t you? Must be a challenge.¡± ¡°It is.¡± Ben was entering a kind of shock. No one this pretty had ever shown this much interest in his experiments. He realised that she''d also just pointed out that he could actually charge people to deal with their regolith. It made the equations turn out a bit differently than the basis he''d been working on. It wasn''t the grand goal of course ¡ª that was to make the processing pay for itself entirely, so he could process any regolith and make a profit. ¡°And you''re a student?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°First year of my PhD. I do some lecturing too.¡± ¡°Oooh. Maybe you''ll end up teaching me then.¡± ¡°You''re going to study chemistry?¡± ¡°I''m thinking of it. The other option is business studies. Unless I can really do both.¡± ¡°You probably can. I probably should have.¡± ¡°Chemistry''s too much fun?¡± He nodded. ¡°You''re older than Eva, yes?¡± ¡°Yes. Eighteen months.¡± ¡°I''ve been meaning to ask. How come she''s just finishing her masters at twenty one? Isn''t that, like, a bit early?¡± ¡°Yeah well, my little sister''s a genius, isn''t she? She started her degree early and they put her straight into the second year, so she finished it in two years. I had a year out working on my experiments helping Adam on his farm. You''re eighteen?¡± ¡°Nineteen. I had a year out being in prison. Well, eighteen months in prison, but the first six of them I was taking my exams.¡± ¡°Can I ask... what was that for?¡± ¡°Knowingly taking part in an armed robbery. I was supposed to be the get-away driver. My boyfriend''s car, he did the robbery. Turned out he''d stolen the car a few months earlier, but I didn''t know that. He came back covered in blood, so I made him hide in the back and drove him to the police instead.¡± ¡°I thought you couldn''t drive on Earth until you were older than that.¡± ¡°Oh, I didn''t have a license. Still don''t actually.¡± ¡°Well, that makes two of us. Of course you don''t need one here.¡± ¡°You don''t?¡± ¡°Not as such. The assumption is that if you''re trusted with a vehicle on your own, you''re probably safe enough to drive it. If you''re clearly not safe, you''ll be banned until you can prove you are.¡±
Having greeted their daughter and new son-in-law, and also their friends Alice and Simon, Anna and Tom Durrel realised that Benjamin the reclusive chemist was still deep in conversation with Cecilia. ¡°Does that happen often, these days?¡± Evangeline asked, following their gaze. ¡°Ben talking to girls? No!¡± ¡°She got good marks in chemistry.¡± ¡°It looks like another sort of chemistry might be starting to happen there,¡± Anna observed. ¡°She''s had a rough life, but she''s smart, and close to faith,¡± Alice said. ¡°And Mars is her new start in life?¡± ¡°Yes. More so than she expected. She thought she was either a social case or a low-risk deportee, but she''s a state-sponsored full colonist on probation, got to avoid any crims, one in particular. Nasty shock at first, but she''s mostly over him now,¡± Evangeline said. ¡°You''re sure?¡± Anna asked. ¡°Thanks to a stupid mix-up, he saw her in the waiting area for the shuttle. He shouted at her and then screamed blasphemies at her and she didn''t turn round.¡± ¡°So, do you think she''s really interested in Ben, or is he just a safe port?¡± Tom asked. ¡°No idea,¡± Evangeline said, wondering exactly the same thing.
Ben realised that he''d been talking to Cecilia for almost half an hour. That was a first, and he decided he must like her. He was surprised to hear her decide she''d have to tell him she liked him too. He stopped mid-sentence, and looked at her in surprise. He quickly decided she couldn''t have heard him think that, and staggered his way on to finish what he''d been saying. Cecilia decided she''d have to hide her thoughts if he was going to hear her decisions, but she didn''t want to for the moment, or she''d miss what he was thinking. He decided he didn''t want to hide his thoughts either for the same reason. Simultaneously, they burst into laughter. Eve wandered over from where she''d been talking to Alice, ¡°What''s the joke?¡± ¡°Very hard to explain,¡± Cecilia said. ¡°No, it''s not,¡± Ben corrected, ¡°we just almost said the same thing at exactly the same time, and it struck us both as funny.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Eve said looking at the pair of them, ¡°well I don''t know about your and our guest, Ben, but I am getting hungry.¡±
¡°This is so good,¡± Cecilia said, ¡°thank you so much for inviting me.¡± ¡°You''re very welcome, Cecilia,¡± Anna said. ¡°I very much hope you''re not planning on spending all your time building domes for Mars Corp,¡± Evangeline said, ¡°so hopefully you''re going to come and visit us.¡± ¡°I''d like that,¡± she shot a glance at Benjamin, who decided he''d like that to happen too, ¡°I''d like that a lot.¡± Anna saw that glance and Cecilia heard her decide that yes, Cecilia had decided to chase after her son. And she wondered why and how long ago she''d reached that decision.
¡°Your mum thinks I''m chasing your brother,¡± Cecilia told Evangeline after the meal. ¡°I didn''t notice you running from him.¡± ¡°No, I''m not doing that. He''s interested and it''s flattering. But this,¡± she indicated her hairstyle, ¡°wasn''t aimed at him any more than it was aimed at Ralph. I think she might think it was.¡± ¡°You''re saying it''s just that you''re hitting it off well together, not that you decided to snare him.¡± ¡°Yeah. You know I hear thoughts, don''t you?¡± ¡°You''ve not said, but I suspected.¡± ¡°I heard you suspecting. Sometime... let Ben know you know, OK? He''s been making all sorts of flattering decisions about me.¡± ¡°You want me to warn him off?¡± Cecilia shrugged, ¡°just let him know. I won''t object to you letting your mum know, either. I''ve heard suspicion from her.¡±
8pm, Durrell complex ¡°Mum, Ben can I have a private word?¡± Evangeline asked that evening. ¡°I hope you''re not going to ask me for something in the back cupboard!¡± Ben joked. He''d made sure it was entirely empty before constructing his apparatus in that corner. ¡°When I was on Earth, I learned some things,¡± Evangeline started to say. ¡°Shocking!¡± Ben interrupted, ¡°It might have been worth the money after all.¡± ¡°Stop it, Ben,¡± Anna commanded. ¡°Things that aren''t normally talked about anywhere as far as I know. One is that there''s a really rare ability some people have of hearing other people''s decisions that affect them. Just a strange trick of genetics, I''m reliably informed by a Christian I trust. Cecilia told me she''d heard me deciding she has it, and wanted you both to know. So, Ben, I guess you ought to make your flattering decisions about her further away unless you want her to know them, and Mum, no she didn''t decide to do her hair up to catch Ben, that''s just her expressing a bit of her personality.¡± ¡°And she asked you to tell us like this?¡± Ben asked. ¡°She didn''t say how, just to let you know I know, Ben, and she wasn''t worried about mum hearing too.¡± ¡°She''s a very brave girl,¡± he said, and then grinned ¡°and I expect she heard me decide she was really pretty too.¡± ¡°How do you know it''s genetic, not some trick of the devil?¡± Anna asked. ¡°I trust the person who told me mum. A very solid Christian.¡± ¡°People can be deceived, Eva.¡± ¡°I don''t think I''ve been tricked mum,¡± Ben said, ¡°and genetics is what I''ve heard too, from a family member.¡± ¡°What are you saying, Ben?¡± ¡°Cecilia and I have more in common than liking Chemistry, Mum. I knew she heard thoughts, Eva. I guess she wanted to let me know I could tell you I can too.¡± Anna sat down. ¡°You''re saying I''ve got a brother or sister who can do this too?¡± ¡°I''m not saying more, mum. It''s not something to tell about someone else.¡± ¡°But when you ran to me saying that Seth was going to lock you outside, after you spilt paint on his homework....¡± Seth had been nine back then, Benjamin four or five. ¡°I''d heard him decide to, yes, Mum.¡±
11pm, Dome 57, aisle 32, room 27c. ¡°All right, God.¡± Cecilia prayed. ¡°You win. There''s no way I want to go to hell, there''s no way I want to obey Ralph. And I do want to stay on good terms with Ben, he''s really nice. Make me new, please, God. You be in charge, not me, not Ralph, not even Ben.¡± She remembered the little file that Alice had given her, and prayed the prayer at the end of that too.
11.50pm, Secure Dome 3, new arrivals tunnel 2. The sirens wailed and airlocks slammed shut as a pressure breach occurred. It was... not unexpected. New crims didn''t always listen to the warnings, didn''t really believe that there was no way they''d get to safety. Didn''t believe that the emergency breathers that were in each cell would really vent their oxygen if they were taken off the prison compound. Making a prison entirely escape-proof had been regularly shown to be impossible on Earth, where high quality reinforced concrete was easily available. On Mars, the authorities had plastic and fibreglass available. It wasn''t ever going to be too hard to break out, you just ended up dead. But not all the prisoners believed that. Too much depended on the will of prisoners to stay alive, serve their time, and start a new life. So the new arrivals tunnels, long tubes with prison cells on either side and a central passage, had been designed. Each cell had an airtight door, the radiation shielding was made so that it could be repaired quickly, the airtight walls were reinforced at the edges of the cell, so that a tear would not spread. If a crim was determined to escape, they could. It was simply a case of making it so that if a crim was determined to kill themselves, they wouldn''t cause too much risk to others. This particular prisoner had used a plastic spoon, apparently sharpened at regular intervals with his teeth, to make an X-shaped score in the inner plastic layer of his cell wall. He''d then given it a good kick and been rewarded by being sucked out by the low pressure outside. He''d had the presence of thought to bring both the emergency breathers from his cell with him, as he ran (in totally the wrong direction). However, he didn''t turn back when they both started to vent oxygen as he passed the electronic barrier that marked the edge of the compound. The rate of venting was designed so that, had he turned round, he could have walked sedately back and reached safety. The breach alarm turned on a some big illuminated signs which pointed to air supplies. The prisoner kept running towards a light on the horizon ¡ª an automatic outer beacon for the spaceport, just a metal pole with no building or air supply at all. In very low air pressure, such as the Mars atmosphere at the altitude the high security prison was at, the human body not only uses oxygen, it also loses it through the lungs, as it boils out of the blood. All the time the heart keeps beating, the mechanism that normally moves oxygen from the air to the rest of the cells in the body then works backwards and actively removes oxygen from these tissues. Unconsciousness and death are the inevitable result, significantly faster than from mere suffocation. As was their duty, the two prison guards on duty in that wing first saw to the safety of their other charges. First all were confirmed safe, and then the prisoners in cells adjoining the breached one were moved further away. Hearing that the prisoners were safe and there was no need for any medical care for the sensible, the perimeter guard finished donning his Mars-suit, and jumped into the prison vehicle to go and meet the prison doctor from the airlock near the medical centre. They then followed the radio beacon to the emergency breathers that the prisoner had thrown away. His corpse was just a few meters away. He''d collapsed one minute after the breach, just over forty-five seconds after he''d sprinted across the boundary out of the prison compound. In contrast, it had taken the guard and the doctor about a minute to put on their Mars suits and make sure the pressure seals were air-tight, and fifteen seconds to get out of their respective airlocks, and into the vehicle. After an ultimately useless (but morally necessary) attempt at resuscitating the prisoner, the corpse of Ralph Edgars, aged 27, was loaded onto the prison vehicle. He had been convicted in his lifespan of: one count of actual bodily harm (as a minor); two counts of armed robbery (one as a minor), one count attempted murder, three counts of vehicle theft, and one count of corrupting a minor. The cause of death was recorded as ''suicide (self-inflicted oxygen starvation in the course of prison escape)''. Less formally, the guards described what happened to him to the other prisoners as ''dying from being a complete and utter jit''. Visual effects / Ch. 20: Memories

Visual effects / Ch. 20:Memories

10A.M. Monsol, 18th Aug, 2270, Mars Council Offices ¡°Sorry to call you here on your first day, Alice,¡± Eloise said, ¡°But I did want to thank you in person, and the rest of the month is going to be utter chaos.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°You see all those ships in orbit? Some of them have been empty for days, as we give priority to disembarking passengers. Others are just arriving, full of passengers who are wondering why their ticket says they should have arrived yesterday, and whether they''ve got a claim to the extra 25 hectares. That''s called brain-dead flight scheduling by MarsCorp followed by traffic, and the answer''s no, but I expect some will want to argue. The Jupiter''s finally arriving the day after tomorrow, which is of course good news that it made it here, but there''s still the whole political mess surrounding Captain Kirkley. And so on.¡± ¡°There seemed to be a fairly long delay between the Celestia arriving and the next one. Is that normal?¡± ¡°Guess what happened in those hours.¡± ¡°Surely all the cargo didn''t get unloaded in just four hours?¡± ¡°It most assuredly did. The guys and gals up there earn their pay.¡± ¡°Wow!¡± ¡°Unloading''s easier than loading, of course, but yes.¡± ¡°And Captain Kirkley''s still resigning?¡± ¡°Entirely off the record, I''ve heard that the offer currently on the table is that he gets five times his normal salary for taking it back to Earth, and then a free trip out on anything he likes. His counter proposal was apparently that they give an eighty five percent share of the Jupiter to the crew, with shares proportionate to their relative salaries. Plus the free ride back here.¡± ¡°I take it Mars Corp declined that one?¡± Alice guessed. ¡°They have indeed.¡± ¡°So what''s the fall-back plan?¡± ¡°Temporarily designate it a crewless drone vessel.¡± ¡°Hey, that might work!¡± ¡°Except that it''s not been designed as one, approved as one, or anything else. ISTA are refusing, unless MarsCorp declare this a proving run, which means no cargo, and another ship along side it at all times with a salvage crew.¡± ¡°Well, that''d get it back to Earth.¡± ¡°Any idea what acceleration the Jupiter would be capable of empty? The salvage vessel would have to have the same or better engines and weigh less. So far the only candidate is another gas-giant class, with uprated engines or cargo handling equipment stripped out. Mars Corp are saying it needs ballast cargo, ISTA are saying, no, that''s the second proving run.¡± ¡°So, Jupiter''s going to be in orbit around Mars for a while?¡± ¡°It shouldn''t be in orbit when the next string of comets arrive, it''d be an impact hazard. And once Captain Kirkley retires it can''t go anywhere.¡± ¡°I can see this one running and running.¡± ¡°Exactly. Rumour has it that the only option that''s going to be left soon is drop it,¡± Eloise said. ¡°Drop it?¡± ¡°Sent on a Solar impact trajectory. Assuming ISTA agrees, they can declare it derelict, attach a space tug to it and send it up for a Jupiter flyby which ends up with it falling down the gravity well such that it misses everything except the sun. A competent crew could then try to rendezvous and salvage it, but if they miss then bye bye to the Jupiter. Which makes Captain Kirkley''s offer sound quite reasonable.¡± ¡°Oh wow. Except that maybe he gets arrested for blackmail?¡± ¡°I''m sure my brother''s thought of that too, yes. But that links back to me wanting to thank you. Firstly, my brother sends his thanks. He says your saying a certain word helped him reach a very important decision in the currency negotiations.¡± ¡°Did he tell you the word?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I had to look it up: villeinage.¡± ¡°Oh, I thought it might be that one. I had to too, actually. Other, more familiar, terms weren''t quite right.¡± ¡°I found all sorts of different definitions, so it was still rather confusing to me.¡± ¡°The state of being a villain, a land-owning serf, or the land such people own. According to something I read, in some feudal societies, villains were able to buy and sell amongst themselves, but not really to people outside the manor. And of course they were unable to move from one manor to another without paying a large fine. It struck me that Mars Corp has rather been treating this planet in those sorts of ways.¡± ¡°I see the connection, yes.¡± ¡°So, your brother has made some right choices, Eloise. I''m glad he''s glad he''s made them. I do wonder if there''ll be any political pressure to move him out of his job in the next shareholder''s meeting, but his conscience ought to be letting him sleep at night.¡± ¡°You also sent me a helpful little hint about a photo.¡± ¡°Yes. That''s a longer term goal.¡± ¡°You''ve got a clear copy? What I have is mostly unreadable.¡± ¡°I have a clear copy, and more importantly so does my editor.¡± ¡°But you''ve not published yet.¡± ¡°No. To my mind, there''s too much ignorance on Earth about this place. People think Martian equals Crim.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°So, I plan to shatter some false impressions before I interview people Mars Corp says don''t exist.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°According to a Mars Corp press release from a few years ago, there''s no one alive to take advantage of those clauses. All the Firsters have died, of course, and unfortunately all their heirs too.¡± ¡°That''ll be news to some people I know.¡± ¡°So, to the Earth people''s minds, at the moment, the wording of those missing clauses is very much irrelevant. Mars Corp have done an extensive search of their records of births deaths and marriages and there are no living descendants.¡± ¡°Their records?¡± ¡°Yes. Clever, eh?¡± ¡°Very. Oh, My brother tells me I should ask you about a helpful A.I. telling you about spelling.¡± ¡°Did he now?¡± Alice asked with a laugh, and retold the story. ¡°And that convinced him you were trustworthy?¡± Stolen novel; please report. ¡°I guess so. That and telling him I could destroy MarsCorp and the Martian economy, but wasn''t going to.¡± Then Alice explained about the ''insurance package.'' ¡°But your insurance package isn''t valid any more, is it? With the currency re-based as it is?¡± ¡°That was only a part of it Eloise. What I''ve told you about the missing clauses and the deliberately misleading claims is in there too, plus there''s more.¡± ¡°Care to share?¡± ¡°Not really.¡± ¡°Fair enough. Mars being Mars, the council thought you ought to be issued an official certificate that you''re a journalist, with your rights listed.¡± she handed it over. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°And this is a little thank-you from the people of Mars for your part in helping the currency reform go smoothly. I don''t know if Evangeline''s read her mail, but she''s going to be getting something similar too. Please do ask her to come in today if possible.¡± ¡°I don''t know I deserve this,¡± Alice said looking at the certificate. Fifty hectares of thanks. ¡°Then trust that council knows best, and accept it.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡±
¡°Evangeline? Alice here,¡± Alice said into her wrist unit. ¡°Hi, Alice, found out what Ms Maugh wanted?¡± ¡°Yes, mostly chat, but she also wanted to give me a piece of paper she called ''a little thank you''. And she wants to give you something too, apparently. She says please come today, before chaos descends.¡± ¡°Oh, right. I''d better persuade Chris to stop talking farming with Adam, then.¡±
12.45pm, Dome 57, aisle 32, room 27c. After a morning shift at dome building, Cecilia was tired, hungry and not at particularly happy to see a familiar figure leaning on her door. ¡°Hello, Cecilia. You''re quite a hard woman to track down.¡± ¡°I don''t remember asking you to, Barry.¡± ¡°You didn''t need to, it''s in my contract. I have one final duty to you as your purser. Restoration of property.¡± ¡°I accidentally failed to throw away a used tissue on the Celestia and you decided to use it as an excuse to come visit?¡± ¡°No. You failed to register a destination for your cargo to be delivered to, so I had to spend the morning tracking you down when it should have been my shore leave.¡± ¡°What cargo? I didn''t pack any cargo. I brought a few sets of clothes, my toothbrush, toothpaste and journey provisions.¡± ¡°Someone packed some for you then. Please enter your address here, and sign at the bottom of the form.¡± Bemused, Cecilia did. ¡°Thank you. Your cargo pod will arrive in approximately ten minutes, at which point you may make an official complaint if it''s someone else''s personal possessions and nothing to do with you at all. And no, I wouldn''t say no to a cup of tea or coffee, thank you for offering.¡± ¡°I didn''t offer, but OK, I''m thirsty too. Don''t you get any ideas about me inviting you into my room, though.¡± ¡°Far be it from me to intrude.¡± ¡°Only because you don''t want me really ruining your day,¡± she retorted. ¡°No need to get threatening.¡± ¡°Hmm. That depends, doesn''t it?¡± ¡°Cecilia, I like you, I''m not going to attack you.¡± ¡°Good. I had a really good chat with Evangeline''s brother yesterday, by the way. He''s way younger than you, and it turns out we''ve got all sorts of things in common.¡± ¡°OK, OK, I get the message; you''re not interested.¡± ¡°Finally. But you''ve said that before. Anyway, have a glass of water. No tea or coffee available, I''ve not been shopping yet.¡± ¡°You didn''t forget to get a receipt, did you?¡± ¡°No. And just because you''re drinking my water, that doesn''t give you the right to ask about my bodily functions.¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°And take one step backwards Barry Braithwaite, because I''ve said you''re not coming into my room.¡± ¡°Yes, maam. So what have you done since leaving the Celestia?¡± ¡°This morning, building work; last night, became a Christian; yesterday afternoon, had a four course picnic with Evangeline''s family and a lovely long chat with her mad scientist brother.¡± ¡°You became a Christian?¡± ¡°Yes. God''s been really good to me, if you notice. I know I''ve been noticing. I committed my mortal body and immortal soul into his loving care and service last night. See? You don''t stand a chance with me,¡± she said, echoing his thoughts. Then added, ¡°certainly not if you don''t make a similar commitment to serve the living God. Probably not even then, of course. Something to do with the ten-plus years age gap, things like that.¡± ¡°All right, all right. I get the point.¡± ¡°You''ve said that before, too.¡± Silence reigned for a while. For once, he couldn''t think of a single piece of repartee, or anything. Then there was the whine of an electric motor, and a smallish cargo pod arrived, about the size of two large suitcases. ¡°Hopefully this is your luggage, Mademoiselle,¡± he managed. ¡°More likely someone else''s.¡± Cecilia predicted. He asked the crew of students to hang around, rather than rush off, because there were some doubts about it. Then, seeing Cecilia hadn''t moved, he said, ¡°Well, open it!¡± ¡°I don''t know how.¡± ¡°Ha, I''m good for something then.¡± He slapped and twisted the catches. Cecilia almost fainted in surprise at what was in it as she lifted the wrapping. She ran her hands over the clothes, she recognised dresses she''d worn for her trial, and giving evidence at Ralph''s, two years before. Things she''d felt didn''t suit her at all, back then, but they were beautiful. ¡°Oh wow. Oh wow!¡± ¡°Does this cargo pod contain your possessions, Ms Thornthwaite?¡± Barry asked, formally. ¡°I guess so, yes.¡± ¡°You seem in some doubt.¡± ¡°I thought they''d only been lent to me. I hope they still fit.¡± ¡°Right lads, looks like the lady does recognise her finery. Do you want to unload it now, Cecilia, or do you want them to collect the pod in an hour or so?" Barry got what was almost the shock of his life when she grabbed him in a fierce hug. ¡°Thanks, Barry! That''s for being persistent beyond the call of duty, and making me very happy. Can you lend me a hand, boys?¡± she then asked the confused students, ¡°Bothersome Barry here might get the wrong idea if I go asking him into my room. Especially since I''ve just given him the hug he''s been after for more than a month. Bye, Barry, Have a good life.¡± ¡°Good bye, Miss Thorny.¡± he said. ¡°I guess I deserved that,¡± she grinned. ¡°See you around sometime, I expect. Try praying, Barry. God is very good.¡± She picked up a bundle of clothes and exclaimed ¡°Oh wow! My books, too!¡±
15:00, Monsol 17th Aug, Letter to former foster parent. Dear Mrs Winters, I know that I wasn''t exactly an ideal foster child, and that my constant rebellion was throwing your care for me in your face. You might know that I chose to move to Mars after prison, initially thinking that I''d be with Ralph. To get here, I had to sign some papers and as you know, I was never very good at reading things before I signed. One thing I signed was an agreement that I''d not make contact with him. I was devastated when I read that on the second day on the Celestia (the ship out here), but in the last two months, surrounded by the unjudgemental care of Christian friends on board the ship who helped put me back together, I''ve come to see the wisdom of that. I know you told me Ralph was bad news, but I only finally accepted it about a month ago. Thank-you for trying, sorry I was so stupidly stubborn. My rejection of him was put to the test and confirmed for all to see on my arrival here, when the clever MarsCorp people let him see me. I managed to not look round at him, even when he was alternatively screaming that he loved me and that he''d rip me to shreds if I didn''t. Eventually he got stunned and shipped off to maximum security jail. So, progress at last! He''s a nasty piece of work, assuming he''s still alive. I say that, because I was doing some of the manual labour we have to do in exchange for our lodging here this morning, and one of the pieces of gossip was about how a ''crazy crim'' with a posh-sounding name ''Was it Russel, or Ralph or something like that'' had tried to run from the maximum security prison to the spaceport, after only arriving yesterday. So, it sounds like the brain-dead thing he might have done, thinking he could out-run an almost vacuum. But I''m not going to check. He''s dead to me anyway, and I feel like a new person. Especially since last night I told God I wanted to serve him. I got a lovely surprise today when the cargo pod that I assume you helped pack for me arrived. I didn''t know I was being sent with any cargo at all, beyond my toothbrush. Maybe I did get told, but if so, my brain had turned off by then. The other pleasant surprise was that we were one of the last ship-loads of immigrants to get 75 hectares of Martian land. The population is now over a million and new arrivals ''only'' get 50 hectares now. The extra 25 hectares is not much use to me, of course, since even big families only farm five or ten, unless they''re farming for sale to rich spacemen. I met someone who does just that, the big brother of one of the Christians who befriended me. (She''d been studying on Earth, and has just come home with her new husband.) So, I''ve now tasted what ought to be some of the nicest food on Mars (fresh-cooked rabbit stew, yum!) with my friend''s family, and also some of the most boring (gloop ¡ª served to all the busy little worker bees who live in the big domes). It tastes like cardboard packaging, only without the flavour or texture, but it''s supposed to be very healthy. I''ve got a regular invitation to my friend''s family, so I don''t think I''ll go crazy before my first harvest comes in. Almost everyone grows tomatoes, for some reason. I''m currently planning to rebel against that and grow hot peppers instead. I think I could sell quite a few of those around the dome here, to liven up the gloop. Another brother of my friend is more of the mad scientist type than serious commercial farmer, (not saying his farm is doing poorly, but he''s not quite as dedicated as his big brother), and based on yesterday we do seem to get on rather well. He''s a committed Christian, and if his grand plan works out he could well have a very reliable income stream for the rest of his life. Right now, even, I think he''d be able to make money from what he''s worked out, if only he had a clever business manager. Since I''m planning to study business and chemistry at university here ¡ª can you believe it''s going to be free with my grades? ¡ª then well, my imagination is running wild and I''m seeing all sorts of possibilities. Thank you so so much for the dresses. They still fit and I''m just working out which one to wear to go and tell Benjamin ¡ª that''s his name ¡ª that I''ve become a Christian. You were a wonderful foster mum to me, sorry I was too idiotic to notice. Cecilia Visual effects / Ch. 21: Ups and downs

Visual effects / Ch. 21:Ups and downs

Message to Cecilia, Wed, 18th August Dear Cecilia, Wow! Praise God! I''ll write more when I''ve time, love, Stephanie Winters p.s. you don''t think you''re too enthusiastic about Ben? You''re not on a rebound or something? p.p.s. Please call me Stephanie. You''re an adult making your own decisions now (not that you weren''t making them before...)
Message to Stephanie Winters, Tuesol 19th August Dear Stephanie, I don''t think I''m on a rebound. I know that I''ve spent the last month firmly resisting the advances of the purser on the Celestia. OK, the fact that he was 30 helped, but he was kind and charming and rich and all the rest, but I didn''t bite one bit. Not a Christian of course, but that didn''t figure in my thinking when I first rejected him. For what it''s worth, Alice (you''ve probably read some of her news articles) says Ben seems to be a nice lad. The only slightly worrying thing is that the first time I heard about him his loving sister was holding him up as an example of people to avoid. But then she hadn''t seen him for two years. Am I just rebelling against her advice? I did a full day''s building work today. The contract says I need to do two hours per day for food and lodging. What they don''t say except in the ultra fine print is that that''s two hours actually clocked-in labour, minus lunch breaks. When you''re available for work but say, the bus they said would be there at 8 and gets to the work place at 8.15 only turns up at 8.30 and goes the long way, so you get there at 9, they only count from 9. That happened yesterday, and it''s pretty regular, apparently. If you''re not in line at 8 then you don''t get a place on the bus. We''re entirely at their mercy on that too ¡ª only MarsCorp transports are allowed to take us to the MarsCorp workplace. So, it makes sense to do long stretches if you can. If I didn''t need to eat gloop, that two hours would drop to one. Today my ''building work'' was putting layers of plastic on what might turn into a new dome eventually, when they''ve got more of the frame up. Round and round in great big circles. The plastic is mostly to keep the next dust storm out, so people can work inside. Apparently it''ll get totally shredded in the process, but my day of wrapping up the biggest ever parcel ought to enable a hundred people to do another day or so inside. So they say. Assuming I did it right. Right now, I''m tired. Cecilia
Message to Cecilia, Friday 19th August Dear Cecilia, It''s so fascinating hearing about your life there. I was going to ask what all this about Monsol, Tuesol was all about, but I found an article about Martian time keeping by an Alice Findhorn. I thought she was an investigative journalist? Is that your friend Alice? I must read more! I''ve realised I''m really surprised about there being anyone coming from Mars to study here. I suppose there must be some births there, but I thought most of the population came from Earth. So do you know how many Martians are born there? It must be a tiny number compared to the emigrants. Or is it immigrants? I''m surprised that MarsCorp make you wait to work for them. It seems really counter-productive. I suppose everyone in charge must be very busy. love, Stephanie
Message to Stephanie Winters, Wedsol 20th August Dear Stephanie, I''m reliably informed that there are more births than immigrants on Mars, and that''s been the way of things for almost a generation now. So it''s quite fitting that the one millionth Martian arrived at the maternity wing, not at the spaceport. I accidentally read that it was Ralph who committed suicide on Sunsol. I was just reading an article about the new currency changes, and someone wrote that everyone trying to turn their transport credits into Earthling cash was ''just as jit as Ralph Edgars running the wrong way with a leaking breather.'' Oops, I''ve just realised that there''s some words there you might not know. ''Jit'' roughly means stupid idiotic ignorant / life-risking. A breather is what lets you breathe on the Mars surface. I''ve been told it''s a bit like a re-breather, but it rather than locking the carbon dioxide away chemically, it ''breathes'' it out. Anyway, I''m officially a jit (ignoramus) until I''ve lived here a year, after which I''ll be a Martian. I used to be an Earthling. I''m not sure when the transition from Earthling to Jit happened, but I''m quite certain it''s in the past. Apparently Ben is known as Jimmy to his parents, which got me really confused. He wasn''t at home on Monsol night, so I told Evangeline and Chris and Alice and Simon instead. I''m not certain, but I think his mother might think I decided to follow God to stay in Ben''s good books. I hope that''s not why I did. God is good!
Message to Stephanie Winters, Sunsol 15th September 2270 Quick message while I''m between tears, Stephanie. Please don''t mention Benjamin Durrel to me in your letters. Apparently he''s got a friend from university who''s really good at business stuff. She''s (a) single, (b) gorgeous (c) Christian (d) his age. Need I say more? Please don''t make me say more. (e) they were deep in conversation before Church today, sharing jokes after church, and then vanished off together. I''m very happy for them. Really. Change the subject quickly. My plants! They''re still growing! My little green babies are doing really well actually. I owe Evangeline big time for letting me buy some of her proven compost. And the unmentionable one for the processed regolith of course. C.
Message to Stephanie Winters, Sunsol 30th September 2270 Tomorrow university starts. Chemistry and business studies. And a spring in my step too. Apparently gorgeous Yvette was organising a surprise party for her brother, who''s in Benjamin''s class, and she''s not interested in Ben, they''re second cousins, apparently. That''s the problem, apparently with close-knit groups like the Martians ¡ª the born ones ¡ª everyone knows everything about everyone, so no one thinks to say. So everyone knew that PhD students started back at Uni two weeks ago, and absent-minded-scientist Ben didn''t think I didn''t know. And Yvette happened to be at Church today and told me, from Ben, that he''s been missing me. My flabber was distinctly ghasted, but Yvette was really quick on the uptake and took me into a corner to explain all. She''s got a great sense of humour. Little green babies are growing well with lots of love and attention. Hopefully they won''t suffer too much in the travel. One of the bus drivers had a stroke just while driving past the dome I''ve been working on. Fortunately the bus was empty and no one else was hurt too badly, but there are big questions about whether the dome can be bent back to the right shape safely, if the bent metalwork can be replaced in-situ, or if the whole thing should be rebuilt from scratch. C
Message to Cecilia, Friday 16th September 2270 Dear Cecilia, I''m so glad to hear you''re off to university in a happier mood. I''m now an avid reader of everything Alice writes, and I think most of the people at church are too. She''s got an amazing turn of phrase, and it''s so nice to read of these everyday experiences on Mars, and to know she''s a sister in Christ. Will you run into her at the university? Stephanie
Article for Earth publication, December 2270 Doesn''t time fly when you''re having fun? I''ve been here on Mars for five months and I''m loving every minute of it, from watching my hydroponically grown crops thriving, our heap maturing and deciding how we''ll lay out our ''complex'' (home and farm domes) once it comes. Time doesn''t always move so fast, though, and for some people it seems that existence here is torture. Not everyone here loves this planet, and in my attempt to give an accurate picture of life here I felt it was only right to interview people from all perspectives. I''ve changed the name of this woman to Wendy, as she wanted her real name not to be known. She''s happy with the name, so we were actually using it in the interview. A: Wendy, thank you so much for agreeing to be interviewed. Could you tell me about how and when you came to Mars? If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. W: It was 5 years ago. I came out with my husband. We had grand plans, but it wasn''t what we expected at all, not really. We thought we''d be walking all over the mountains, having fun, but it was all work work work. We followed the instructions on looking after our heap, but it didn''t work, now I know what we did wrong, like follow the jit instructions, but it''s too late now. It seemed there was no privacy in the big dome, and then he hurt his back so he couldn''t do very much of the building work they want you to do. The system didn''t make any allowances for injuries of one spouse, or any option to do work that didn''t make his back worse. If we''d both been sick that would''ve been different, they''d have helped then, they don''t starve people, just make you work if you can. But it felt like there was no one we could talk to, either, just machines logging in our hours, assigning tasks based on I don''t know what. It was just... inhuman. So I ended up having to do his part of the labour too, four hours a day, seven days a week. Of course, that''s four hours on the building site and often the busses ran late. I tried doing longer shifts, but that left our heap unattended. Mick, my husband, had tried to do some things, but really he couldn''t do much physical work at all by then, you see. A: What happened then? W: He was a graphics designer, we both were, and he tried to sell some paintings, and people loved them. That worked really well, we swapped his paintings for fresh fruit and vegetables, he painted, I worked on the building site and our heap was just starting to turn good, too, with the offcuts of the vegetables. Then, something happened which hit us both badly. I''d rather not say what. That, on top of his back injuries and all the other disappointments, and him feeling he wasn''t pulling his weight even though he was he just didn''t feel it. He just... started going for walks. I thought, well, that''s good therapy, the movement might strengthen his back, so I encouraged him. Sometimes I went with him too, which was so nice. But it wasn''t good therapy. I found his diary, afterwards. He thought he was a failure and he thought I didn''t need him, and he thought he was a burden. All rubbish, but he thought it. He was just... waiting to have an accident, I think. A: So it wasn''t that he actually killed himself, then. W: What would you call it when someone leaves his screamer and tent at home? He got caught in a radiation storm and just kept on walking until his life support failed. A: But you don''t actually know it was deliberate? W: Not really. It might have just been stupid and depressed and careless of his life. A: And now you''re on your own. W: Yes. Mars killed him, and every day it feels like its killing me, too. I want to go home. A: I''ve heard the term ''wanna''. W: Yes, that''s me. Wendy the wanna. There''s nothing here for me now. A: You don''t have friends? W: Some. But it''s not the same. A: Do you think it''ll be the same back on Earth? W: No. But I still want to go back. This place is killing me, the system. A: I know it''s a really taboo question, will you forgive me for asking about your heap? W: It''s there, it''s OK. I grow enough that I don''t need to eat gloop these days. A: But you''re still in the big dome. W: Yes, of course. A: Have you thought about moving out? W: No. I did with Mick, but we couldn''t afford it. Now? What''s the point? A: Well, you''d have more time to grow stuff, more freedom. W: I like the building work. It''s steady, it''s not too tiring, I see outside, which is nice too. I''d be alone in my own dome. Bored and alone, and poorer. I''m saving up to go home, see. A: You haven''t thought of selling food to spacemen, then? I''ve heard that''s a very good way of earning money. W: No. I''m probably not a good enough farmer to make that pay, not quickly. It would work if I wanted to stay, of course, but I wouldn''t earn fast enough to recoup the investment. It''d take too long. I do get some money from spacemen, sometimes, helping them shop, or find somewhere to stay, you know? A: So you work on the building site for your lodging, help spacemen sometimes, and otherwise you work in a factory and you''re saving from that? W: Yes. A: And you''re giving me an interview, too, which''ll be read by something like five million people, according to our readership numbers. Only they don''t give grams though, because they''re on Earth, you know what it''s like. W: Yeah, the skinflints. If only two percent gave a measly gram, I''d be on my way home, wouldn''t I? A: So the Earth system and Mars system treat people badly in different ways, would you agree? W: Yeah. A: So, would I be right in saying that you now know how to make a decent living here, but it''s too late? W: Yes. A: So if Mick had held on, it would have been a much happier story? W: Absolutely. He should have stuck it out, we''d have got through. He gave up too easily. A: You don''t think you''ve given up too easily, too? I mean, you''re still an attractive woman, you''re still fit and healthy, you''ve got the knowledge and understanding to live here well, there are a lot of lonely men out there, widowers who''d know what you''ve been through. You could try and find one you got on with, give life and love here another chance. W: I wanna go home. I''m not interested in falling in love again, I just wanna go home. A: What are you going to do when you get there? W: Scatter Mick''s ashes near the sea where we met. Otherwise, I don''t know. A: Could you get a job in graphics design, do you think? W: I don''t know, probably not. A: Do you have a savings fund or anything that would support you when you get there? W: What? No. I don''t really care about that, I just wanna go home. A: Sorry, I''m just trying to help our readers understand, Wendy. You seem to have dedicated your life to abandoning somewhere you have all the knowledge you need to build a life, with or without someone else being part of it, where there''s a safety net which won''t let anyone starve, because we''re all in this together, and it''s part of the social contract that Martians do take care of the sick and elderly and infirm. And in exchange, you''re going back to unfriendly Earth where you seem to be expecting to be jobless and friendless. W: Yeah. I know, it doesn''t make much sense does it? I guess I''m sick, got wanna-itis or something. I''m a wanna, what more can I say? A: How many wannas are there, do you know? W: I don''t know. Maybe a few hundred. It''s not like we have cry-togethers. A: Would it help if you did? W: Maybe. But it would take time, and time is money, and money is going home. A: Objectively, what would be the best for you? W: Objectively? Get a grip on reality, I guess. But subjective rules, girl, and like I say.... A: You wanna go home. W: Yeah. A: Did you know about wannas when Mick was still alive? W: Yes. I thought they were crazy, that life here wasn''t so bad, and so on. A: But now you''re one. W: Never say never. A: You''re saying that it''s not predictable. W: Yes. A: Have you ever talked religion with other wannas? W: Yeah. Earth is our mum and we want to run to mummy, our promised land where there''s milk and honey. A: You mean being a wanna is like a religion? W: umm, yes, I suppose so. A: Might that be why it doesn''t respond to logic? Because you''re harking back to a time when you were young and happy and had a future, and the sky was blue, and somehow you''ve associated everything that''s gone wrong since with leaving there? W: Probably. A: You feel that salvation is only on Earth? W: Yeah, that''s it. A: One last question. Where''s your religion going to leave you, if you do manage to get back to Earth? W: Worse off than here, probably. Pretty disappointed. But I still wanna go home. A: Thank you, Wendy. Oh, one more question. Are your parents still alive? W: No, they''ve died. A: I don''t think you''re going to find home, even if you do get to Earth, Wendy. W: I know. A: Somehow I don''t think I need to tell you not to spend your interview fee all at once, do I? W: I''m going to save it. And then, maybe next year if I can earn enough, spend it on a ticket. Wendy isn''t the only woman in her condition, not by a long shot. A survey carried out by psychologists at the Mars University says that more than ninety percent of wannas are women, and has found a number of common factors that increase the chances of falling into the destructive cycle of thinking. Loss of a husband or lover is certainly a key risk factor, as are having or developing a role that entirely depends on him. Lack of religious affiliation is also a key factor. Very few wannas have children, and those that do had lost contact with them as a result of divorce or marital breakdown. Recent changes that now allow the Martian currency to be traded for transport have changed the situation of wannas dramatically; previously they had to pay for the trip in Earthling money, and although they might have been rich in Martian terms that didn''t help them at all. The MarsCorp factories pay in kilos, not in Earthling money, which makes me doubt some of Wendy''s claims. How was she saving up Earthling money before the sudden change in the rules? Were her shopping trips for spacemen a way of informal currency exchange? That''s not illegal at all, but I also wonder how effective it was, since while bartering for produce is common, buying food for kilos is always at a steep mark-up. Or were those ''shopping trips'' something less innocent? Clearly though, Wendy is one of the better off wannas, with a healthy heap and able to grow her own food. The extreme desire for convertible currency in the past has resulted in some wannas effectively making themselves destitute in Martian terms. Early wannas sold their claims before the Mars Council enacted legislation to stop it, but that hasn''t stopped them from selling their possessions and clothes even, while concentrating on activities that would give them some hope of gaining currency, descending into various forms of vice or even the sale of organs (concluded in some illegal surgery on arrival on Earth). The religion or illness of being a wanna is somehow understandable, a hearkening back to an earlier, happier time of life, an ultimate expression of the grass being greener. But it is without doubt a cancerous illness, which degrades values and flies in the face of reason. Even with all her hopes and dreams pinned on catching a ship back to Earth, she has no illusions that she''ll be considerably worse off when she arrives, destitute. But it doesn''t put Wendy or those like her off. When I first heard of wannas, I thought, surely it wouldn''t be too hard for MarsCorp to put aside a very small portion of their transport income to send them home. But studies have shown that the wanna syndrome is cyclical and intensely destructive. The suicide rate among returned wannas is extremely high; of those who don''t commit suicide, many continue in the vices which earned them their ticket ''home'' and die in messy, lonely, violent circumstances; those who escape either of these two ''futures'' seem to do so either through a religious conversion or alternatively dream of the day when somehow they will scrape together the money to return to Mars. I have not found any evidence that any have succeeded. I shared the statistics behind this summary with Wendy, and told her her religion was false and deadly. She smiled wanly and calmly told me that she knew, she''d read the statistics before. Then, in what I believe to be a moment of sanity, she quietly returned her interview fee. Helping a wanna travel is destroying their dream of a false paradise. Wendy knows it''s a false dream, but it''s the only dream she has room for in her mind. Visual effects / Ch. 22: Practicing patience

Visual effects / Ch. 22:Practicing patience

Message to Cecilia, Saturday 17th June 2271 Dear Cecilia, Very well done on your grades! I always knew you were clever. Regarding your question... well, what can I say? You know him far better than I do and all the rest. It does seem quite soon to me, but I guess looking back you''ve been dating for almost a year now, haven''t you? And of course you''ve had your first commercially significant harvest. I read Alice''s article about the red-hot salsa, and it had us all in fits of laughter. I presume that was yours? Apart from the Yvette incident you''ve never really had any doubts about him that I''ve heard of. The only thing that concerns me is the whole issue about long engagements and university. I presume you would plan to wait until you finish university? I heard a strange thing the other day, on a political discussion show, I think it was. Someone from the audience asked a long-winded politican who kept labouring a point if he really thought we were all total jits. A year ago no one would have known what he meant, now it has a politician spluttering denials and the audience in laughter. Stephanie
Thursol, Sept 21st 2271, 6pm ¡°Interesting press reports from Earth,¡± Simon said, as he got home, ¡°Thought hearers proven to exist.¡± ¡°Don''t I know all about it. One of the problems of being the most significant Earth-news portal on the planet is that everyone expects us to know more. Not to mention have a magic wand that''d get them access to the Nature article.¡± ¡°And Nature aren''t interested in syndicating, not even just the one article?¡± ¡°Not really. They still can''t get their head round the whole ''pay-after-you-read'' mindset. Well, can''t or won''t.¡± ¡°Very parochial attitude. The university is still banning any of us publishing in Nature until they make the journal available here. I mean, have I shown you the response they sent to the University library?¡± ¡°The one that said they could give electronic access to their servers only to proper academic libraries who had a print subscription to them, as if they had some way to send out a hard copy once a month.¡± ¡°Yes, that one. And of course the university couldn''t set up a remote access point, because that would be infringing their access control strategy. One of my colleagues actually took out a trial subscription and tried to access their server directly. The first time it timed out the password prompt before the photons got here. The second time he bounced his request off an Earth computer and it said you''re supposed to be on Mars, you can''t log in from Edinburgh. I don''t suppose you could write up an article about it?¡± ¡°Very tempting. What I''ve also done is contact the Institute for the Human Mind, and said, hey, Nature are effectively refusing to allow access from Mars, can we have a copy, pretty please?¡± ¡°Did NWN ever reply to your request to syndicate the broadcasts?¡± ¡°They were sympathetic, but the lawyers are taking their own sweet time.¡± ¡°You can''t get anywhere via head office?¡± ¡°They tried, and got forwarded to the same lawyers.¡± ¡°So, direct to the Institute is the best option?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Unless we decide to go public ourselves.¡± ¡°Scary. We don''t have a ''no-reporting on our staff ban''.¡± ¡°I know. I think we''ll let the institute deal with this one.¡± ¡°Have you thought of.... you know... asking with your gift?¡± ¡°Not really. I will if you think I should, but we''ve no motive to believe they''ve even heard of the gift.¡± ¡°Good point.¡± ¡°Oh!¡± Alice exclaimed, ¡°I''ve got a reply!¡± ¡°NWN''s lawyers?¡± ¡°No, the Institute. ''Dear Alice and people of Mars, happy reading!''¡± ¡°No conditions, nothing?¡± ¡°Nope. Excuse me while I just put this up on our site.¡± ¡°What''ll happen to the grammes?¡± ¡°I''ll enter it as from a new author. Maybe it''ll get read enough that someone from IHM can come and give us a visit.¡± ¡°Would they want to? It''s a long way for a social call.¡± ¡°True.¡±
9 a.m, Frisol, Sept 22nd 2271 ¡°So... what, about a tenth of the adult population have had a look at that article?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Yes. Paying on average four grams.¡± ¡°So much for Martians being an uneducated bunch of criminals. You''ve got to write this up, Alice.¡± ¡°I''ve also got to tell IHM what we''ve let them in for. Fifty-five thousand micropayments.¡± ¡°It all adds up.¡± ¡°It does indeed. Two hundred and twenty kilos and climbing. Minus our cut of course.¡±
Message to Director of I.H.M. Frisol, Sept 22nd Dear Sir/Madam, I''d like to thank the institute for forwarding the fascinating paper on the mental ability known as thought hearing. As I believe was your intention, from the covering note, I made it available on our news server, under our normal terms and conditions, if that was a mistake, I hope that you will find it in your hearts to forgive me. The paper has attracted considerable interest from the general population, approximately ten percent of the adult population have read it so far. I''m not sure how familiar you are with the economics of the Martian news media, but it is the standard practice on Mars that people vote their appreciation of articles after reading them, through giving a small amount ¡ª a couple of grams per read for a typical piece. Based on the average donation of four grams per read, I can say that your article was very much appreciated, well above average. Some readers have donated in excess of twenty grams, a figure I''ve not seen until now. As a commercial news channel we do take a percentage cut for making such materials available, as you can see from your attached account. I am not exactly sure the current exchange rate for a Martian transport kilo in any Earthling currency, but based on what it was last time I checked, I would not be at all surprised if by the end of tomorrow your account would cover a round-trip to Mars. As a part time lecturer at the University of Mars, I strongly expect that the University would be most interested in hosting a formal lecture series on this or any other areas of recent research, if that is within the remit of I.H.M. staff. In such a case the funds in your account would I''m fairly sure be sufficient to cover the costs of an accompanying spouse, at least under the normal conditions for such a lecture series, since the University normally subsidises the travel of a spouse. Yours sincerely, Alice Findhorn-Bunting. Chief Editor, Martian edition of International News. p.s. The population of Mars is currently just over a million, with 45% of the population aged 16 and below.
Institute for the Human Mind, Restoration. Evening, Saturday 23rd Kate West, director of the IHM, read the letter and checked the attachment. Fifty five thousand paying hits and, relative to the normal reading graph, no real sign that interest was declining. She wondered what Nature would say, and called the Institute''s legal advisor, Teresa Riley. ¡°Hi Teresa, Kate here. Really sorry to call on Saturday, charge accordingly. Do you remember what the final conditions were on the Nature contract to do with distribution.¡± ¡°Urm, they have world-wide publishing rights.¡± Kate breathed a sign of relief, ¡°World-wide, you''re sure about that?¡± ¡°Fairly, I can check. What have you done?¡± ¡°Me? I''ve answered a heart-felt plea from Mars, saying that Mars was off the map as far as reading Nature was concerned, and not even the university could get access to any copies except by post. I rattled of a reply last night saying something like ''Dear Alice and people of Mars, happy reading.'' Alice being the journalist who writes those wonderful pieces about life there. I forgot she was also chief editor of International News'' Mars edition. She accepted the paper as a submission for their News site.¡± ¡°A bit outside the field of their normal news articles, I expect.¡± Teresa said. ¡°Yes. Have you read about their micropayment system? The institute is now in it. As of when the letter I''ve just read was sent, our paper has been read by ten percent of the adult Martian population. No, sorry, ten percent of the adult Martian population read it and liked it so much that they made a micropayment. Two hundred Martian transport kilos and counting. She apologises if that wasn''t my intention, but suggests our account is getting near the cost of a round-trip.¡± ¡°So... doing interesting science pays?¡± ¡°It certainly seems to. I wonder what percentage of the Earth population read the paper in Nature.¡± ¡°Not ten percent, I''m pretty sure.¡± ¡°But you don''t think we''re in trouble?¡± ¡°I''m looking at the terms. They have global publishing rights, (which these days means on planet Earth) no mention of the rest of the solar system, you retain copyright, you will not publish it in any other scientific journal... I think it''s fairly clear. Nature actually have no rights to publish on Mars. International News are a general circulation newschannel not a journal, and as you''re copyright holder Nature have no right to stop you publishing anywhere off the globe. It wouldn''t even need to get to court.¡± ¡°That''s great news, thanks.¡±
Message to Alice Findhorn-Bunting, copied to International News editor in chief. Saturday 23rd Feb, 2271 Dear Alice, Well, I did write ''happy reading'' didn''t I? I''ve just had a quick discussion with the institute''s legal advisor, and I''m told that not only can Nature not even grumble at us, but actually if they did try to publish on Mars they''d be breaking our copyright on the work ¡ª they only have global publishing rights. It would be different if you were a scientific journal, but you''re not. Just in case Nature decide to try to kick up a stink, directly, I''m attaching the relevant excerpt from the contract. As far as I''m aware, that section was not edited in any way during our negotiations with Nature, so I wonder if other authors might have similar terms and conditions. As to lecture tours, I''m not sure how that would work. It certainly wouldn''t be acceptable to use both the name of the Institute and the name of the lecturer in publicising the lecture. For this reason we don''t present papers as conferences, though we do sometimes attend them. yours, Kate p.s. I expect that you''d like to publish another paper we''ve been working on, and you don''t know about. It should have come out already but there were production issues. The legal situation is a little different, as there''s shared copyright with the journal. I''ll be talking to them on Monday to discuss whether they plan to publish their entire journal on Mars themselves (in which case the agreement with authors needs amending), or if they''d object to us jointly publishing via you. I assume you wouldn''t mind hosting a theological paper about a related phenomena?
Monday Sept 25th, 1pm ¡°Rodger, Kate here from the institute, sorry to interrupt your lunchtime,¡± Kate said after finally getting through to the editor of the theological journal. ¡°The printer''s fixed, finally. Copies are now rolling.¡± ¡°Praise God! I was actually calling about something else. Mars. It''s being totally left out by Nature, which we''ve now corrected by publishing it there on a newspaper site, which of course we could, since we kept full copyright on that one. But since we''re sharing we can''t do that with the one with you. But I notice your agreement with authors doesn''t mention Mars or other parts of creation either.¡± ¡°And you think there''d be much call for our little journal on Mars?¡± ¡°Well, the Nature paper has been read by about ten percent of the population and thanks to the micropayments system they''ve got we''ve just been told that between them the Martians have donated two hundred Mars transport kilos to us in thanks for the good read.¡± ¡°Urm... what''s that mean in something I understand?¡± ¡°Currently there seems to be quite a demand for the things, so at today''s figures, something like forty thousand, roughly, or almost a round-trip to Mars without any cargo, or a one way trip if you want to emigrate.¡± ¡°Wow.¡± ¡°So, thought one: we decide together that we put the article on the same site. Thought two, you contact all authors and negotiate with the site to put the whole edition there. In either case I''m thinking your accountants wouldn''t mind the extra revenue one bit.¡± ¡°Not at all.¡± ¡°And I reckon your team put in at least three quarters of the person-hours on the piece, so I''m certainly not accepting more than twenty five percent of any donations from Mars. Feel free to come up with some actual numbers and we can negotiate a lower number.¡± ¡°Kate!¡± ¡°Credit where it''s due, Rodger. I insist.¡± ¡°But you think the news-site will be happy to host the paper, the whole journal, even?¡± Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. ¡°Look, Alice wrote to me, saying ''everyone''s talking about this Nature paper but you can''t read it on Mars, can you help?'' I send her a copy without thinking, she put it up on their site and the next thing I knew was a message from her saying, ''wow that''s popular, I expect you''re going to be able to afford a round-trip tomorrow.'' It''s what they''re set up for, what people expect, and so on. They take a five percent cut for just hosting it, or if you need editorial support they take a higher chunk.¡± ¡°And people have to pay to read it?¡± ¡°No, they read it then pay, based on how much they liked it, found it useful or challenging, how much they want to encourage you to do more, and so on. So, things where you bore them to tears don''t get much reward.¡± ¡°So it basically costs nothing, lets people read what they want to, and Martians aren''t a load of cheap-skates who''d want to read it for free.¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°Almost a publisher''s dream, assuming it works.¡± ¡°I know. Apparently the Martian attitude to the way things work here is ''who invented that stupid system?'' I guess you haven''t read Alice''s articles?¡± ¡°Alice Findhorn?¡± ¡°Findhorn-Bunting now.¡± ¡°I''ve heard of them. But she really trashed a mission''s reputation some years back, and I don''t want to read that sort of thing.¡± Kate smiled, ¡°Rodger, you should have heard the things I''d have said some years back. You obviously missed her public repentance over that. I''m pretty sure she''s a Christian now.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°She doesn''t make a massive thing of it, but she drops in little things. I remember reading things like ''At Church on Sunday the pastor used another expression you''ve probably never heard on Earth''¡± ¡°Going to Church doesn''t make her a Christian.¡± ¡°I know, I also know a journalist who''s an elder at his church but never mentions God or Church in his reports. So I think there''s a lot more iceberg beneath that tip.¡±
Message to Director of I.H.M. Tuesol, Sept 26th Dear Kate, Thank you for your kind letter. I assure you we''ve no objections to theology at all, as long as it''s the sort that honours God. Can I guess? Does the count ''roughly fifty'' come into the article? All these secrets coming out... it''s a fun time to be a journalist! I''m happy to say that, although the average Martian family does have several pitch-forks, no one seems to be grabbing them to start a witch hunt. The Mars council have declared that the absolute Martian right to privacy applies to mental abilities and mental privacy, so no new legislation is needed to either prosecute abusers or protect the innocent. Quite how anyone gets prosecuted for abusing such an easy to hide ability is going to be a bit tricky without reading their minds, of course. May God give you wisdom, Alice P.S and me, too!
Message to Alice Findhorn-Bunting, Wednesday, Sept 27th Dear Alice, who have you been talking to? your sister in Christ, Kate.
Message to Director of I.H.M. Wedsol, Sept 27th Dear Kate, I heard that number a long time ago, strange to think of actually publishing it! I''m pretty sure my contact has left to be with her Lord now, but she spoke with me after I''d returned to the Lord ¡ª while I was apologising to Sue Reece (nee Bunting) about my piece on her mission, actually. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be his Name. Oh, I''ve not heard anything from the journal. Should I have? Feel free to put them in contact with Ed Wentworth or Jim Stephens at International News, or Sue Reece at the attached address, if they need any character references. your sister in Christ, Alice.
Thursday, Sept 28th, 9a.m. ¡°Rodger, Kate here from the institute,¡± Kate said to the editor of the theological journal. ¡°The printer''s broken again,¡± Rodger said. ¡°Oh no! Same problem?¡± ¡°No, something else, totally unrelated, except that the bit that broke got moved when they were fixing the first problem. Something mechanical broke and flew off, doing all sorts of messy things to the insides and quite a lot of the waiting copies. Fortunately it didn''t get past the safety-guards and no one was near. But anyway, they''re treating it as a botched maintenance job and so it''s getting a complete overhaul.¡± ¡°In house-printing seems to have its downsides.¡± ¡°Yes. It should still keep the costs down, even with the reprinting. Plus of course it''s far better for security.¡± ¡°I''m actually ringing to say Alice said you''ve not contacted her, and providing some character references if you need any.¡± ¡°Oh! That''s good of her. I was still having some doubts.¡± ¡°Can I read you our last few pieces of correspondence? I don''t think she''ll mind at all.¡± ¡°Urm, OK.¡± he said, and listened. After a pause he said, ¡°she knows what''s in the article?¡± ¡°It seems so,¡± Kate agreed ¡°She''s been chatting to someone relevant it appears.¡± ¡°Who felt she could be trusted with the biggest secret on the planet?¡± ¡°I know. Shocking, isn''t it.¡± ¡°You don''t think it''s just she''s got a spy network, do you?¡± ¡°Do you want to talk to Sue Reece, or shall I?¡± Kate asked. ¡°I guess I''ll talk to her employer.¡±
¡°Hello, Sue Reece?¡± Kate asked. ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Strange request. I''m calling from the Institute for the Human Mind, and Alice Findhorn-Bunting has given me your details as a reference, in regard to a paper we''d like to publish in the next few days.¡± ¡°Is this something to do with theology?¡± ¡°She''s told you about it?¡± ¡°She said I might get contacted by a theological journal, but it was in connection to the institute.¡± ¡°Oh, OK,¡± Kate said. ¡°Could we meet in person?¡± Sue asked, ¡°I''ve developed a certain level of caution recently.¡± ¡°Calls can be intercepted, yes. Any idea where or when we could meet?¡± ¡°Well, my husband and I are going for a walk on Saturday, it''s not too strenuous, and we could be fairly sure we wouldn''t be overheard.¡± ¡°Urm...¡± ¡°I''m afraid it''s a very busy time of the month here.¡± ¡°You''ve urm, got some information about Alice you can tell me?¡± ¡°Yes. You''re Kate, I presume?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I know, How about I talk around the subject. She''s said most of this in public I believe. She was a trustworthy girl, but when her parents died, she trusted the assessment of the wrong person. Being told she was cursed, thinking blessings were curses, a number of good new friends she''d made were demons. That lie had consequences, she drifted from God, she made some bad choices, which hurt her relationship with God more, and what the Lord gives, the Lord can take away. Now, she''s returned to the Lord and found peace once more, so I think she heals.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Kate drew her breath, there were a lot of very key words in there. ¡°So you''d say she''s serving God?¡± ¡°I''m sure she is, yes. But some injuries heal slowly and we need patience. Things she could do are far more limited than they used to be. But we''re sure you know some trustworthy people, so you could ask for their thoughts on the matter.¡± ¡°Sue, you''ve urm, talked to her recently?¡± ¡°Very. The speed of light is so boring.¡± [Sue, do you hear me?] Kate tried. [Well, hello Kate! Now this is more secure than wrist units, I must say! Feel free to drop the call. Alice says you might not be able to call her directly. Did you hear her?] [No.] [Oh. She says the Lord hid her from Mama too, mostly.] [She knew Mama Ng?] [Mama started to teach her, just before her parents died. And they talked a couple of times before Mama died.] [But she can talk to you like this?] [To me, and to Simon, her husband. Direct quote: ''God has restored to me a small portion of the gift I mis-attributed, misused, treated as a short-cut. Be careful how you use God''s gift, Kate. Be cautious to use it and patient for answers which will come to you anyway. Perhaps, one day God will let us speak mind to mind, but always remember, the Lord who gives can take away. Blessed be his name.'' And now she has withdrawn her thoughts. She said she does not walk alone, but she does not have as much company as you do. She senses her time has not yet come to re-enter the community of gifted.] [Thank you, Sue.] [I expect you can call Simon, if you need to talk to Alice, Kate.] [It must have been a great temptation for her, having the gift and being a journalist.] [Yes. So God has made it so it is easier for her to resist. That''s her phrasing. Even so, she treads with care, and asks for advice.] [Practicing patience.] [Yes.]
Thursday, Sept 28th, noon. ¡°Hi, Rodger, did you get anywhere?¡± Kate asked. ¡°Glowing reports of her return to faith. Bad experience as a child. And, urm, before she went to Mars she told Ed Wentworth she didn''t like what your prime directive would have done to her career, so stayed well away from you.¡± Kate laughed, ¡°That''s a motive I''ve not heard of, but it makes sense.¡± ¡°Did you find out anything?¡± ¡°Yes. She''s in regular contact with her sister-in-law and from the sound of it she''s a wise young woman of deep faith, who''s not afraid of asking for advice.¡± ¡°Praise God! So, I''ve no objection to publishing via her, and I''ve also been in contact with the other authors in this issue. I''ll be asking her about making the whole lot available there, and if they''re interested in hosting future and maybe past issues too.¡±
Findhorn-Bunting complex, Mars. Thursol, Sept 28th. ¡°Simon, help!¡± Alice called from her office. ¡°Coming. What''s up?¡± ¡°''Advances in Theological Thinking, a peer-reviewed bi-annual journal of cutting edge Christian theology.'' would like to publish through us. They''re the theological journal that the Institute have chosen to publish in. They say they''ve heard glowing reports of my faith and reliability, and have all the relevant author''s permissions to trust their entire current issue into my hands, and also past and future editions if our readership and their authors deem it worth everyone''s time.¡± ¡°Well, they checked up on you, you could always return the favour.¡± ¡°Very tempting. I think I probably ought to, actually. I thought I was agreeing to one or two articles, not reproducing an entire journal.¡± ¡°Well, you could ask if the university wanted to be republish, for instance.¡± ¡°Hmm. That''s rather throwing their checking up on me back in their faces, isn''t it. I think I know what we should do.¡± ¡°Start up a ''hosted journals'' section?¡± ¡°That''s even better, actually. I was going to say offer to help set them up as their own site, but if we do that then I''d end up running multiple bank accounts. OK. I''ll suggest it.¡± ¡°And to Nature?¡± ¡°They haven''t sought authorial consent to publish on Mars. I''m not going to help them get rich breaking copyright.¡± ¡°Good point. So how are you going to check up on them?¡± ¡°I''m going to delegate, if that''s OK. First, can you call the Durrels and ask if they''ve ever heard of the journal, and next your theologian friend?¡± ¡°Of course, love.¡±
Message to editor of Advances in Theological Thinking, copied to Kate ¡°Dear Rodger, we''ve checked up on your journal too, and found that you have at least two print subscriptions making their way to Mars, probably by somewhat informal methods if you don''t know about them, but we didn''t investigate further. The relevant (and contrite) parties were overjoyed at the thought that they''d be able to recommend your articles to others in a fully approved and legitimate manner. My suggestion is that we set up a ''hosted Earth journals'' section of our site, and then AiTT would be a section under that. This would allow relevant logos, branding, etc, and avoid your articles being lost in the general ''news from Earth'' section, which I must admit is quite possible if you don''t know the exact reference. It would also solve the financial side of things, in that otherwise the system is set up to channel micropayments into an account based on the author''s name. The alternative arrangement that I briefly considered was setting up a full site in your name, but that would have considerably higher administrative overheads. I do not know how many readers to expect, but the suggested method above would be acceptable to us if you had more than about a dozen happy readers per article. The full site option would need hundreds or perhaps thousands of readers before it made economic sense, as it would take several person-days per year to administer the banking side of things, whereas that side of things is already happening if you opt for the sub-section approach. Since we do expect thousands of readers for your the IHM article, we would be willing to set up the separate site for you, if you insist, but warn you that it is highly possible that after that it would become something that would need supporting from your end, rather than a revenue stream. Speaking of revenue streams, I think it would be best if your accounts department spoke to International News'' accounts department about whether you''d like the ''fun and excitement'' of turning Martian transport kilos into something you can spend there, or if you''d prefer to ask International News''s Earth operations do that for you (which might even be purely a paper exercise based on published rates). I have no idea what they might want to charge for that service, but do make clear to them that the kilos would be originating from a sub-account in your name here, and that I sent you. Otherwise they might get grumpy. Alternatively, of course, you could spend your kilos for transport. I''ve enquired, and at the moment, MarsCorp state they will consider 150 kilos to be the equivalent to ''one ticket''. Where that ''ticket'' might be a tourist ticket (round-trip with no hold luggage) or a one way transfer with hold luggage. The reason you can swap 150 kilos for a ticket entitling you to say, 350kg of slow shipped weight is that the kilo is treated as an ''any ship'' priority booking voucher. Alice Findhorn-Bunting Chief Editor, Martian edition of International News. p.s. Especially to Kate, university lecturers here are wondering if you could speak encouraging words in the ears of any other small journals you happen to publish in. Big ones like Nature ought to get their act together and employ someone out here if they want the sort of special treatment they claim.
Article for Earth publication, Oct 3rd or so. Lessons in how to insult a whole planet. A couple of weeks ago, after decades of silence to all enquiries, a certain solar-system-wide famous journal of the natural sciences told the University library here ''Papers published in our journal are only available electronically to subscribers or direct from our servers after paying a suitable access fee. The correct procedure for libraries (academic or otherwise) is to take out a print subscription, which will be delivered weekly. We are unable to offer bulk access to electronic versions to institutional subscribers, as this would seriously damage our revenue stream. The revenue system you describe has been tried a number of times in history and each time has been proven to be entirely unworkable. The twist where it relies on people''s generosity makes it doubly so.'' Congratulations, you''ve just accused a planet full of Martians of being too stingy with their grams to make it worth your while bothering with them. The ''unworkable revenue system'', of course, being the pay-as-you-enjoy system that keeps journalists employed on this red planet. Wake up guys, I''ve been telling planet Earth it works really well here for months now! Other things this esteemed journal didn''t consider is that they were talking to the library of the University of Mars, where getting a physical copy takes somewhere between two and fourteen months, and of course costs quite a lot. We don''t know how they planned to accomplish weekly deliveries. Do they have a space programme or teleporter they''ve not told anyone about? Somehow we doubt it, and expect they just didn''t think. Nor did they admit that their publication agreement with authors only covers planet Earth, so they don''t have the right to distribute to Mars. Since money, it seems, talks louder than copyright law, that minor technicality didn''t stop them accepting a subscription from here, of course. But before the university lawyers from all over planet Earth rise in protest, I should hasten to point out once the subscription had been accepted their servers did effectively block access, because the login screen timed out due to boring things like distance and the speed of light. The ''customer help'' page had a similar time-out. Far be it from me to suggest that a three hundred year old journal of Natural Sciences really ought to be aware of such concepts. So that journal retains its place on the list of journals the University here keeps, charmingly entitled ''Jitnals: Journals you shouldn''t bother thinking of publishing in because they''re a bunch of jits''. So, well done, nameless journal, your incompetence at public relations and economics is matched by your incompetence at providing the service you claimed to offer, and so you didn''t break anyones copyright. Whether you broke laws about offering illegal services, I''ve no idea. The good new to this story is that the good people at the I.H.M. read their contract with the journal they were publishing in, saw that they had the right to do what they wanted with it off-world, and answered my plea that they allow it to be distributed by our servers here. The ''entirely unworkable'' system that keeps us all happily employed at the office here registered that within twenty four hours this scientific paper had been read by ten percent of the adult population of Mars. Sorry, I correct myself, it had been read and appreciated by ten percent of the adult population. By the time I''m writing this, twenty percent of adult Martians have voted with their grams, with an average donation of four grams. Of course, this was an unusual, world-changing article, but I wonder if any article published by the above mentioned jitnal has ever been read by twenty percent of any general population. The two wonderful things about the pay-as-you-enjoy system is that the reader can take a gamble with something that they might not like or appreciate, and if they get bored or confused they can walk away with no loss but their time. If they like it, however, then the barrier to expressing their appreciation is so low, both in terms of complexity and cost, that there''s no real reason they shouldn''t. The technology makes it simple, and you''d have to be really stingy to not click on one of the familiar buttons at the bottom of the article. Some people chose a more complex route, and clicked ¡°Other amount¡± and gave the IHM ten, twenty or even fifty grams for their reading pleasure. I interviewed several of these ''big givers'', and found they were from all walks of life, but with an interest in the sciences. Some quotable quotes were: ''They''ve researched this so carefully and written it up so clearly, that I wanted to encourage them to do more''; ''this is real science, accessible to everyone. Please can we have more?''; ''If only more articles were published like this''; ''Of course I appreciate it, I''m going to be citing it in my paper.'' I''ve listened to our Martian readers, hungry for real science, (and others interested in theology and philosophy, horticulture, technology and so on) and now our Martian news servers will be hosting articles from a number of journals. Boring, badly written ones that don''t reach much of a conclusion will probably not be very well received, but there is a population here who are educated and interested. Perhaps there will also be authors of ground-breaking peer-reviewed papers in print or in press with jitnals, who wonder why their papers are never cited in research from Mars. Now they know why, and perhaps they''d like to encourage those jitnals to actually make their research available over on this side of the solar system. Or perhaps there are institutions that, like IHM, still hold copyright on their research and who have only granted world-wide publication rights to a jitnal, not solar-system wide rights. If they''d like to consider submitting such peer-reviewed papers to our server, I''m sure that Martians in the relevant fields would happy to read well written papers of note. If the editor or owner of what is currently classed as a jitnal feels that they do not wish to retain that title, but they feel the need to keep total control, MarsCorp would, I''m sure, be happy to discuss the ins and outs of setting up a remotely operated Mars-based publication server. Alternatively, the Mars Council assures me they''re interested in hearing from any publisher that wants to set up an office on the planet. I point out that 74% of working age Martians are Mars-born, with a similar proportion to on Earth holding degrees (although the subject spread is quite different). Also, of course, there are immigrants from all walks of life, some of who would be overjoyed to quit working in a Mars-corp factory and re-start in the profession they thought they gave up to come to this starkly beautiful planet. Visual effects / Ch. 23: Hitlist

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Frisol 7th October, 2271, 3pm ¡°Alice! Please, you''re a good person, and I need to talk to someone, I don''t know what to do.¡± It was Tina, the wanna woman Alice had interviewed. ¡°Somewhere private?¡± Alice asked, sensing Tina''s worry. The market wasn''t the best place to hold a private conversation. ¡°Please.¡± ¡°OK, urm, can it wait while I try to buy some carrots?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°You want carrots? Please tell me you want carrots!¡± the woman beside her said. She had a huge pile. ¡°That''s a good crop.¡± ¡°That''s an expensive mistake, that''s what that is. I told my son to plant a packet of carrots, and he got the biggest packet I''ve ever seen. I wanted two rows and he planted three quarters of our plot!¡± ¡°Ouch. So... what can I offer you?¡± Alice looked at the trolley of trade goods she had. ¡°Anything to liven up carrots?¡± ¡°Hot pepper sauce?¡± she brought out a little bottle. ¡°Does it last?¡± ¡°Seems to. We''ve had this on the shelf for three months, and it''s twin is still going strong. Treat very carefully, it''s hot.¡± ¡°Excellent, my husband loves hot.¡± ¡°I thought I did, then I discovered there''s hot and there''s boil your brains out. Try before you buy? I''ve got some potato crisps.¡± Alice brought out the crisps she''d made earlier in the day. ¡°For trade?¡± the woman asked eagerly. ¡°If you like.¡± It was going to have been Alice''s snack, but never mind. ¡°What do you say to two kilos of carrots for each?¡± ¡°I say you''re trying to make yourself poor.¡± ¡°I''m trying to get rid of carrots.¡± ¡°I can''t do that to you, that''s taking advantage. Tell you what, would you swap fifteen kilos of carrots for the sauce, chips, ten kilos of potatoes, and three litres of tomato juice which need using up really soon, because although they''re recent, I''m pretty sure they didn''t seal right?¡± ¡°I''d say you''re an absolute godsend.¡± Tina offered, ¡°A kilo of carrots for a hundred grams of sugar? I got some from a spaceman.¡± ¡°Shh. You''ll start a riot!¡± the market woman said. ¡°Sugar to carrots should be twenty to one.¡± ¡°It''s a bit caked,¡± Tina protested. ¡°I don''t care, don''t think you can go away or I''ll offer you three kilos. I''ll just sample this alleged rocket fuel, if that''s OK?¡± ¡°Fine. Just don''t say I didn''t warn you,¡± Alice replied. Knowing the sauce, she''d come prepared; she got out a glass rod, and carefully dipped just the end of it into the sauce. It left a feint line on the crisp. ¡°You''ve got to be joking,¡± the woman said. ¡°I think I put too much on, consider yourself warned,¡± Alice replied. ¡°I''m hardly going to taste that!¡± she said, and bit down onto the crisp. As she chewed her eyes opened wide and she drew a deep breath past her tongue. ¡°Wow!¡± she managed. Her eyes were watering. ¡°I can see why you''re using it slowly!¡± ¡°Grown and made by a student friend who thinks nothing of putting it on her food by the teaspoon full.¡± The woman looked at her, saw the lightning symbol drawn on the glass bottle, said ¡°this isn''t the famous Thornthwaite Thunderbolt, is it?¡± ¡°I didn''t know it was that famous.¡± ¡°You''ve got more space in your trolley, let me give you more carrots. This stuff sells amongst students like it was gold!¡± ¡°I''ve got to get this thing home, no thanks.¡± ¡°You''re sure?¡± ¡°Absolutely.¡±
Bullrush Park, 3.30pm The dome they were in had a small garden in it. Green grass and an artificial stream with some bullrushes at the edge. It was new, and had become one of Tina''s favourite spots, so Earth-like, as long as you didn''t look behind you or out past the bullrushes. But the ''sky'' was still red with the dust on the top of the dome. They sat on one of the benches. ¡°She took you in you know,¡± Tina said. ¡°Not one bit,¡± Alice denied, ¡°It was a fair price.¡± ¡°Maybe, but not for the sauce. I''ve heard about it too.¡± ¡°Hey, we''re not going to use it. And I know the tale about her son is a load of rubbish because I heard it last year too, but still, she grows good carrots. If that''s all she can grow, then I don''t mind letting her family have a more varied diet.¡± ¡°Well, all right. Like I said, you''re a good woman.¡± ¡°So, what do you want to ask me?¡± ¡°I want to go home.¡± ¡°I''ve heard that. And you told me that you''d read going home would probably mean poverty, suicide, and the like.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°So, stay, Tina! Choose to live!¡± ¡°I''ve had an offer that''ll get me home. I really want to accept it.¡± ¡°So you''ve come to me to say don''t?¡± ¡°Yes. And give me a good reason why I should, that''ll stand up and fight down the offer every time I think about it. Every single time in the next twelve months, even when I hate every single born Martian on the planet.¡± ¡°That''s quite an argument you''re asking for.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°So, what is it, someone wants a kidney and half your liver?¡± ¡°No. Information. Seconders, thirders, where to find them. Not just second gen, you know? Descendants of the firsters.¡± Alice felt cold. ¡°What for?¡± ¡°He didn''t say, other than some rubbish about being an autograph hunter. I''ve seen him around, you know? He''s a spaceman. He''s the one who gave me the sugar, ''a little sweetner,'' he called it, ''to help you remember home.'' It scared me. What''s he want to help a wanna remember home for? So I''ve had it in my pocket for a month, not trusting myself to taste it, not wanting to fall for it. Am I being a stupid girl, frightening myself?¡± ¡°It sounds bad to me. It''d be like spiking the drink of an ex-alcoholic, wouldn''t it?¡± ¡°That''s why I sold it. I might be stupid but I''m not evil. Why does he want to give me a ticket home for someone''s address?¡± ¡°I''m guessing you''re not into the folk music scene, are you?¡± ¡°Folk music? Hate the stuff. It goes round and round in your head and you can''t stand it but it just stays there.¡± ¡°You probably won''t thank me for my answer then. You''ve heard of Scaredy Jim?¡± ¡°Yeah. He was on the list, right at the top.¡± ¡°You''ve got a list?¡± ¡°Yeah. Every address filled in is a chance at the lottery, he said. He''s one of the comet catchers, back on Mars every few months, for a few days, then he''s off again. Flash with the cash when he''s here, buys himself some company. Says he wants to visit people who''ve got real ancestry, firster blood. Mars'' royalty, he calls them. If I get lucky and he manages to meet them and get an autograph, then he''ll buy me a ticket home. But I don''t think he''s after autographs.¡± ¡°Don''t go near him Tina. I think your instincts sound right, and he''s evil.¡± ¡°You mean that?¡± ¡°Tina, it makes too much sense. Is he an oldish guy?¡± ¡°No, about our age. Speaks with an accent, but I can''t place it.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°But he did say once that he''d got the idea from his dad, carrying on a family tradition, he called it. I don''t like his laugh. But I want to go home.¡± ¡°And he gave you a list of names, or he showed it to you?¡± ¡°Got it.¡± ¡°You could burn it.¡± ¡°It wouldn''t help. Its engraved just behind my eyeballs.¡± ¡°Any names crossed off?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°You know, Oh, don''t bother with that one, I''ve got his last visit.¡± ¡°Yeah, there was one, come to think of it.¡± ¡°You can remember it?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Alice looked at her wrist unit and pulled a face. ¡°Are you busy?¡± ¡°Me? No.¡± ¡°I''m supposed to be, but I think this is more important. I think we need to visit the Council.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°See what they can tell us about the name crossed off your list. I''ve got a nasty feeling I know.¡± ¡°You''re getting me scared, Alice.¡± ¡°Scared is good. I''m going to call my husband to meet us if that''s OK.¡± ¡°At the council?¡± ¡°No, here. I''m scared too, and he appointed himself my bodyguard.¡± ¡°What''s going on in your mind, Alice?¡± ¡°Registrin''s a jit thing to do.¡± ¡°That''s one of those folk songs, isn''t it? Argh, it''s coming back,¡± Tina said, then went pale, ¡°firsters die too easily, seconders the same?¡± ¡°Yes, that line. Mars''s greatest mystery. Why should seconders have more accidents than their second gen classmates?¡± ¡°Statistical fluctuation,¡± Tina replied. ¡°Ninety fifth percentile.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°I studied some statistics for my degree, sorry.¡± ¡°Don''t apologise, just explain.¡± ¡°In a random test, if you throw four coins a hundred times say, there''s a chance that you end up with all heads, yes?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Right, do it enough times, or do the maths, and you find out that four heads normally turns up about three and a bit times in a hundred.¡± ¡°I think I did that much in maths, yes.¡± ¡°Do it enough with enough numbers and you can say that sort of thing with other things too. A ninety fifth percentile answer is one which might happen by chance randomly one in twenty times. The other nineteen times it''s something less than three heads, or whatever. It''s not impossible, it''s just pretty rare. Back to the death rates of seconders compared to their second gen classmates, the number of accidental deaths is like throwing all heads first time. Add in the way they''re dying, and I want my husband. Preferably with a nice big St Bernard dog with a life-saving air bottle around his neck, but we can''t have everything can we?¡± ¡°I don''t get the dog reference.¡± ¡°I''ll tell you once I''ve called Simon, OK?¡± ¡°Fine.¡± Alice rang Simon''s number. He didn''t pick up. ¡°Pick up Simon!¡± she muttered, and then added her mental voice as well. [Pick up Simon! I need you.] Eventually he did, ¡°Sorry, Alice, I was all mucky.¡± ¡°Simon, you know the bull-rushes park?¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°I''m there at the moment, a bit scared. Beside the path. I''m going to take that path soon and I want you with me every step of the way. So please stop gazing out of the window at the leaves blowing around and be my knight in shining lab-coat.¡± [My wanna friend''s been shown a list of seconders to track down.] The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ¡°Coming. You''re OK there?¡± ¡°I think so.¡± [Alice, I know you don''t like using your gift, but it''ll take me a while to get there. Please look for people in that dome you need to avoid.] ¡°You don''t think you should be somewhere with more people around?¡± he asked aloud. ¡°I think we''re OK here, Simon. There''s no one near by.¡± [No dots in this dome, but we''re going to the council offices. Who knows who he''s got working for him.] ¡°OK, love, I''ll be praying for you. Stay safe. Peace, love, don''t panic.¡± ¡°I''m not panicking. I just want you here. Now.¡± ¡°I''m coming.¡± ¡°What was that about about the knight in shining lab coat?¡± Tina asked. ¡°About how we met. God told him he needed to help me, one coffee break.¡± ¡°Your God is very real to you, isn''t he?¡± ¡°Very. And I know he loves me a lot.¡± ¡°It makes sense what you said about us wannas worshipping Earth. But I don''t think Earth cares about us, it just is.¡± ¡°Quite solid except during an earthquake,¡± Alice acknowledged, ¡°God''s better.¡± ¡°You can bury your toes into his golden beaches and just feel so home?¡± ¡°Sort of, yes. I can fill my mind with what he''s said, and feel so cherished. I can listen to people''s words who knew his power and be strengthened, even if the journey I need to take is painful. I can look at the bright future that he promises and know that he''s never going to disappoint me.¡± ¡°Oh. You mean you think you''re doing a lot better in the god department than I am?¡± ¡°Oh Tina, you know you''re heading to disappointment if you ever get what you want, don''t you? Why not focus your longing to an eternal home that will never perish, spoil or fade? Choose a good home to go to, where you''ll be welcomed, not a memory that you know''ll disappoint you and where you''ll be thrown on the rubbish heap!¡± ¡°That''s your hope?¡± ¡°Eternity with God, who knows me better than my husband and loves me more than my parents ever could, a welcome into his home where there''s no more crying because He wipes away every tear. Yes that''s my hope.¡± ¡°It sounds a lovely place.¡± ¡°The stuff you might have heard about singing with harps on clouds is mostly just made up stuff, Tina. There''s some stuff about all of creation singing a new song, yes, but there''s far more about heaven as our home.¡± ¡°I''m happy for you that you''ve got that to look forward to, but it''s not for me.¡± ¡°It could be Tina.¡± ¡°I''m not good enough. Too many bad deeds.¡± ¡°No one is good enough, Tina. Imagine the price of a ticket there is a gazzilion kilos worth of good deeds without even even one black spot. You''d never save enough, no one would. That''s why God is offering free tickets.¡± ¡°What''s the catch?¡± ¡°You say sorry and yes please, and you ask him to help you let God be God and to stop thinking you know best.¡± ¡°He wouldn''t want me. I''m trash, fit for the scrap heap.¡± ¡°In his eyes, Tina, your his beloved wife or daughter ¡ª both images are used in different places ¡ª who he wants to pick out of the mud she''s playing in, let her have a bath, tell her how much he loves her, and give her a beautiful new dress to wear, just so she can see how nice it is to be clean and to feel pretty and loved. If you want to look at the Bible with me, I''d be very very happy to show you the passages I''ve just referred to. I''m not making it up.¡± ¡°I don''t know, Alice. It sounds beautiful, but I don''t know. I''ll think about it. Is that your Simon coming?¡± ¡°It is.¡± ¡°Doesn''t look much like a body guard. I''d expected more muscles.¡± ¡°He''s the one God''s chosen for me, and I''m not complaining.¡±
Frisol 7th October, Mars Council offices, 4pm ¡°Uh oh, this looks like a delegation,¡± Eloise said, seeing Alice, Simon and Tina entering. ¡°I distinctly don''t like delegations at 4pm on Frisol.¡± ¡°Hi, Eloise. Let me introduce Tina, who''s still a wanna despite my best efforts at persuading her to change her religion. Tina''s been asked to find addresses and current aliases for seconders and thirders by a guy who''s offering her a trip home to help him cross names off a list. Claims he''s hunting autographs, but we have our doubts.¡± ¡°Something about him is scary.¡± Tina offered. ¡°So,¡± Alice said, ¡°since there was one name crossed off his list when he copied it for Tina, we''d like to make sure said name hasn''t cropped up on the accident statistics.¡± ¡°And if said name isn''t on the statistics, it''s all a wild goose chase and you can stop sending goosebumps up my spine?¡± Eloise asked. ¡°Personally,¡± Alice said, ¡°I was going to suggest that if said name isn''t, then someone competent ought to check any breathers or life support equipment at their address, just in case they''ve suddenly acquired a dud.¡± ¡°Alice, you''re scary.¡± ¡°No, the guy who hands wannas bags of sugar as ''a little taste of home'' is scary.¡± ¡°He did that?¡± Eloise asked. ¡°He did that. Alice saw me get rid of it, but even knowing what it''d do to me, I''d been fighting temptation for a few weeks.¡± ¡°What would it do to you?¡± ¡°What would an mostly recovered alcoholic do if you spiked their drink?¡± Alice asked, ¡°They''d want more. Desperately.¡± ¡°I bet the old wannas who sold their claims to ''help them go home'' got given some sugar or a boiled sweet, or some other long missed taste of home first. It''d turn the ''want'' into a ''need at any cost.''¡± ¡°You''re talking about it as though it was an addiction.¡± ¡°The second hardest thing I do is feed myself,¡± Tina said ¡°knowing that if I didn''t I could save that money and get home quicker. The hardest thing I do is give away money, because I''m not so far gone that I don''t know what waits for me if I get there. That''s my sanity reasserting itself. It doesn''t happen very often, and I haven''t ever managed to bring myself to give away money that''s in my account.¡± ¡°OK. Sounds like an addiction to me. Right, tell me the name.¡± ¡°Anna McFearson¡± Tina said. ¡°Not a name I recognise,¡± Eloise said, ¡°But then I''m new here. Wait here a moment please.¡± Eloise stepped next door. ¡°Mack, quick question. I''ve got the Findhorn-Buntings and someone called Tina, a wanna, next door, Tina''s been shown what she was told was a list of seconders, by a self-professed autograph hunter, who sounds underhand, scary and manipulative. One name crossed off, Anna McFearson. Ring any bells?¡± ¡°Certainly. You think it''s a hit list?¡± ¡°That''s the fear. Who easier to buy than wannas, if you want an army of spies and informers with no loyalty to here?¡± ¡°Oh God! ¡°, he exclaimed, which was out of character since he wasn''t given to swearing and he was an atheist, ¡°I''ll call her. Don''t tell the wanna, just in case she lapses, but Anna''s married name is Durrel.¡± ¡°Should I tell Alice and Simon?¡± He nodded, as he lifted his phone to his ear. ¡°Hi Anna, you don''t know how glad I am to hear your voice. But an urgent question, have you had any new life support or breather related deliveries recently? Eloise, can you find out how recent?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Eloise said. ¡°What''s this about, Mack?¡± ¡°Your maiden name on what might be a hit-list, crossed off.¡± ¡°Dear Lord, preserve us! I really don''t know, the boys normally deal with that sort of thing these days.¡± ¡°OK, well, you know the drill. Code red. We practiced it enough back in the day, assume something newish is dud, defective or tampered with. For safety assume two.¡± ¡°Three''s better, I know. I thought we''d lived through that and they''d given up!¡± ¡°Someone''s luring wannas into acting as spies, one came forwards, via Alice and Simon. Can you contact all your family?¡± ¡°Of course. But Tom''s on his way down to Hellas.¡± ¡°We don''t know which of your complexes got the duds, assuming there were some.¡± ¡°No, no, we don''t. But... should I tell him to stop at the first place he can?¡± ¡°I think so.¡± Eloise came back, ¡°She saw the list about ten days ago. Hand-written, she got a photo on her wrist unit.¡± Mack passed that on.
Durrel-Peebles household, 4.15pm ¡°Tom, we are code red. I''ve been crossed of a list, under my maiden name. The list was seen about ten days ago, so who knows what''s rigged. Please divert to a neighbour and stay safe, love.¡± ¡°You''re calling the kids, or shall I?¡± ¡°I''m travelling safe, quad redundant. You''re not. I''ll do it.¡± ¡°OK love.¡±
Mars Council offices, 4.15pm ¡°Tina, I''m sorry, but there''s curiosity and there''s need to know.¡± Eloise said. ¡°And I don''t need to know,¡± Tina summarised, ¡°In fact, I need not to, don''t I? Just in case I lapse.¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°That''s fine. I''m safer if I don''t know, and sorry, Alice, I''m probably safer if I don''t get seen with you, either. Talking to known reporters about someone who might be an assassin....¡± ¡°I hope you haven''t been seen. Take care, Tina. OK if we hang around a bit, Eloise?¡± ¡°Certainly.¡± Eloise said and, after Tina had gone, she added ¡°Unfortunately you two have a need to know. Her name''s Durrel these days.¡±
Durrel-Peebles household 4.17pm Evangeline stopped tending the plants and picked up the call. It was her mother. ¡°Evangeline, we''re code red, love, quad redundancy on everything. My maiden name''s been crossed off a list, about ten days ago.¡± ¡°Chris has just gone out.¡± ¡°Call him home love, when you''re safe, explain.¡± ¡°Take care, mum!¡± ¡°I fully plan to.¡± ¡°Mum, I can''t explain, but listen to Alice.¡± ¡°Alice?¡± ¡°I''ll call her, but if she rings, listen carefully.¡± ¡°She helped report the list.¡± ¡°Excellent. I don''t need to fill her in too much then, just grovel. Am I the last you''ve called?¡± ¡°No, you''re second.¡± ¡°Then call the others.¡± Evangeline ended the call and rang Alice. ¡°Hi Alice, big big favour,¡± Evangeline said ¡°Can you check? Please?¡± ¡°Done. None of you glow as in immediate danger.¡± ¡°Thank you. Never thought we''d be ''code red'' again. But we know what to do.¡± ¡°Code red?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Triple redundancy or better, don''t trust your life support.¡± ¡°Is that just a family code?¡± ¡°No. Why?¡± ¡°Crazy thought, someone should write a song about it. Loads of rhymes with red. Head, said, dead....¡± ¡°Go ahead, but I''ll stay well away from it until you''ve made it famous.¡±
Mars Council offices. 4.20pm ¡°I presume that was one of the Durrels?¡± Mack asked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I''d really like to know what that reassuring ''none of you glow as in immediate danger'' meant.¡± ¡°It means I say ''oh me and my big mouth.''¡± Alice said, ¡°and then I ask about microphones known and unknown, and ask for some advice from Simon.¡± ¡°You mean, do we have security systems recording this conversation? No. Do MarsCorp have hidden bugs? It''s happened before, but we check roughly monthly. No signals for a long time.¡± Simon looked around the room, wondering if his othersight would be useful. Mack was trustworthy, he saw, and Eloise. The plant in the corner looked a bit sick, and the ventilation grill in the ceiling wasn''t trustworthy at all. ¡°When was the last check?¡± he asked. ¡°Three weeks ago,¡± Eloise said. ¡°Have you got a scanner yourselves?¡± Simon asked. ¡°We call in an expert.¡± ¡°Got a chair or something I can stand on?¡± he said, looking at the vent. ¡°That''s been untouched for at least a year,¡± Mack said, following his gaze. He didn''t let his disbelief stop him from handing Simon a small step ladder that he kept to get at archives on the top shelf. ¡°Hmm,¡± Simon commented, putting his finger to his lips. The vent had clips for removing the filter for cleaning, Simon unclipped them and found the reason for it being untrustworthy easily enough. There was a little microphone embedded in the filter, with wires that disappeared into the ducting. Simon looked at Mack questioningly, who offered him a pair of scissors. Simon cut the wires. ¡°My guess is that that''s why you''ve not detected any bugs recently,¡± Simon said. ¡°Someone worked out that if high tech doesn''t work, fall back to low.¡± ¡°I won''t pretend to know how you knew that was there,¡± Mack said. ¡°Roughly the same way I could spot there was something funny with the Jupiter,¡± Simon said, ¡°and that your plant there''s a bit unwell. Sometimes God lets me see things a bit differently. Apparently I''m unusual, but what God lets Alice do has been subject to peer-review.¡± ¡°Not personally, you understand,¡± Alice corrected, ¡°and I don''t have the full version. God''s blessed me with less temptation these days. I didn''t used to be good at resisting it, especially when I was far from him.¡± ¡°My plant''s unwell?¡± Mack said, able to fit that into his theology. He examined the leaves closely, and saw a little tell-tale yellowness in the leaves. ¡°Oh yes, mineral deficiency, thanks. Can we leave God out of the conversation? I don''t believe in God.¡± ¡°That might be tricky,¡± Eloise said. She''d read the article. ¡°You''re talking about that theology paper, Alice?¡± ¡°Afraid so. That''s the gift I abused as a far-from God journalist.¡± ¡°Mack, didn''t you read the second paper from I.H.M. at all?¡± ¡°Cutting edge theology? Not my cup of tea, thanks. Speaking of which, who''d like some? I''ve just finished a new harvest, so stocks are high.¡± ¡°Yes please!¡± Simon and Alice accepted, ¡°and will you be offering it for trade?¡± ¡°Of course. How much this time?¡± ¡°More than last time,¡± Alice said. ¡°I''m not good with self control when it comes to cups of tea. I''m much better than I was with mind reading though.¡± ¡°Isn''t that officially called thought-hearing?¡± Mack asked. ¡°That''s the human side of things. I''ve no intention of leaving God out of the conversation, Mack, sorry because he''s the one who gives and who takes away. When I was young, He gave me a gift I could have used to seriously invade your privacy and know your every thought and the thoughts behind your thoughts all the way down deep into your subconscious. From outside the building. That side of things I don''t think I can do any more, I abused it and he took it away. Maybe he''s given it back now I''m learning self control and patience, but I''m not going to test it. I don''t have full choice in the matter these days ¡ª again it used to be at will ¡ª but I can sometimes listen to people''s thoughts or hold a conversation with thought-hearers on Earth much faster than the speed of light. In-between distances I used to have in-between access to people''s thoughts. I haven''t had a need to try that recently. I can also look for people by category, if it''s important and there''s no other way. I abused that one too, by the way, before God took it away. Today was actually the first time I''ve tried to do it in years, and praise God, it worked. I looked for Evangeline''s relatives and in-laws who were safe, and found glowing dots all over the place, I guess I got cousins too, or something. Then I looked for any of them in immediate danger from some kind of booby-trap or dodgy life support. There weren''t any glowing dots anywhere on Mars.¡± ¡°But there might be others who aren''t relatives of Evangeline who are in danger,¡± Eloise said, quick on the uptake. Mack was still totally out of his comfort zone. ¡°''Might be'' that''s the thing. That doesn''t strike into my heart as a clear and real danger in quite the same way. It''s a subjective judgement, and I''ll happily let Simon try to convince me if he disagrees, but I could kill myself checking into ''might be'' cases.¡± ¡°No need to exaggerate,¡± Mack said. ¡°Actually Mack, I wasn''t. God might have given me partial access to divine knowledge, but I''ve only got a human brain to process it in. I could easily kill myself if I over-use it. See cutting edge theology paper for scientific description of more details, I can''t remember the numbers.¡± ¡°Alice, what I don''t understand between that paper, and hearing you talk,¡± Eloise said, ¡°is that it seems they''ve been using the same gift you''re talking about without any real need to at all, other than scientific interest.¡± ¡°Welcome to the world of relative ethics, Eloise. I''m not convinced it wouldn''t be sin, so it would feel like sin for me. I''ve plunged into that grey area too many times and gone out the other side too, so I''m staying well clear. If you want to, you''re welcome to ask the Institute if they''d like to ask their contacts with the gift to have a look for people with dodgy life support units. I think people should just be told to be ultra careful.¡± ¡°We can''t force you,¡± Eloise said, ¡°but they''re using it without much need and you''re not using it when you could be preventing deaths.¡± ¡°And it seems you''re playing double standards of who you''ll protect,¡± Mack accused, ¡°you''re protecting your friends but not others. Isn''t that sin?¡± ¡°Ouch,¡± Alice said. ¡°Alice, let''s discuss this,¡± Simon said. ¡°Gladly!¡± and she grabbed his hand.
Mars Council offices. 4.40pm Simon let go of Alice''s hand and then caught her as she slumped. It had been a bit of a marathon discussion, involving Sue too, and in the end he''d told Alice he thought her objections were down to fear of using her gift, not fear of sin, and she should seek peace. She''d developed what he felt was a rather bad habit of letting him catch her rather than putting herself in a stable position. ¡°What''s wrong with Alice?¡± Eloise asked as Simon propped her limp form against the corner of the room. ¡°It''s sort of meditating, but as you see she didn''t bother to get in a sensible pose before disconnecting her brain.¡± ¡°I thought meditation needed peace and quiet and things.¡± ¡°You can call it a self-induced coma if you prefer.¡± ¡°Urm, next question... why?¡± ¡°Because I suggested she might not be thinking clearly about using her gift because she''s afraid. So she''s gone to a place where God''s peace can clarify her thoughts.¡± ¡°By tomorrow morning,¡± Mack growled, ¡°I''m hoping to have blotted out this entire conversation as a bad dream.¡± ¡°I''m hoping, Mack, that by tomorrow morning we''ll know if that list is a hit-list or not,¡± Eloise replied. ¡°It is,¡± Alice said, from her corner, ¡°I looked for people in the solar system hoping to get bad breathers to seconders and their descendants. Spots on Earth, my guess is in the major share-holding countries, but when you''re looking at the whole solar system Earth is rather a small ball, you know? Another spot on the moon, just now in a bar in Lunar city if it makes a difference. I checked, in case we could find he was in a particular office, wasted effort that was. There''s also one spot in space near Mars. Which ties in with what Tina said about him being a comet catcher. I checked and it''s only the one guy. I also checked the whole surface of Mars for people who he''s got working for him either as look-outs or ignorant delivery people. There''s no one here at the moment.¡± ¡°Thank you, Alice,¡± Simon said, helping her to her feet, and holding her to his side, she looked drained to his othersight. He thought she needed to recover in the peace more. ¡°I''m willing to look for one more category, but my brain is quite hot and I don''t want to risk more, so I want to discuss it with you guys. Do I look for people in immediate danger from a dodgy breather, which I think is likely to come up blank. After all, no-one''s reported any failing breathers or died, so it seems likely that our hit-and-miss assassin didn''t know where Anna was until his last visit. Alternatively, I could look for people he''s targeting who are likely to pick up a dud breather, or something like that, then if he has delivered any, you know where to point Simon''s gift.¡± ¡°Alice, love, why don''t you have a rest while we talk it over? You look exhausted.¡± ¡°Only emotionally and physically,¡± Alice replied, ¡°Fear''s gone, adrenaline''s gone, energy''s gone.¡±
Mars Council offices. 4.40pm, Frisol 7th October. ¡°Anna, me again.¡± Mack spoke into the phone. ¡°Hi Mack. Any more news?¡± ¡°Yes. I suppose you read that theology paper everyone''s going on about?¡± ¡°I did, yes.¡± ¡°So... in that context. Someone''s volunteered some information that the man who''s list we''ve seen isn''t on Mars at the moment, has no accomplices, and the only person on his target list likely to pick up a dud breather is you. Personally I''m not sure if I want that information proved or disproved, but there it is.¡± ¡°So, you''re going to check every breather I might pick up?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And you know what you''re looking for?¡± ¡°Me? Not at all. I''ll bring someone who thinks he might be able to spot something amiss though, and if he can''t convince me then we''ll just swap every breather in your home and x-ray them or whatever.¡± ¡°OK, I''m fine with that idea.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 24: Meeting musicians

Visual effects / Ch. 24:Meeting musicians

Folk music meeting, Dome 29, Satursol evening, 8th Oct. Alice stood up and said, ¡°Earlier today, what should have been a lovely walk outside was spoiled by a nasty experience: my breather failed.¡± There were gasps around the room. ¡°Praise God, we''d heard about faulty breathers, and we were carrying spares, just in case. And Simon was great, he managed to swap my tanks to another one in about twenty seconds flat. So, thinking of that event, and the old rumours I''ve heard, and hearing mine wasn''t the only dodgy breather this week, I took the liberty of writing these words, sung to the tune of the house of the rising sun. Feel free to pass it on.¡± ¡°Red is this planet, red the day, the storm comes back, while children play. Take your breathers, not just three, there''s safety in redundancy. ¡°I heard a mother tell her child, off you go, but don''t be wild, take your breathers like I said, remember we''re code red. ¡°''Code red, code red'' I heard her say, bad men with lists they went away they''ve come again to play ''tis said, the storm is back ¡ª Code red! ¡°So, parents tell your children, do. ''Breathers fail, be careful, you!'' But not just breathers, use your head, Life support is all code red. A breather failed, it should not be, It could be you, it could be me, as sure as wannas want to leave, make sure you''re warm, make sure you breathe. ¡°Bad batch or murder who can tell? I want you safe, and me as well. Redundancy, one two three four, It''s hassle, but, ''tis safer sure. ¡°I heard her say, right clear she said, Listen up kids, we are code red, We don''t want any of us dead, husbands, lovers, or wives. Code red!¡± ¡°Warning lyrics for a warning song. Well done.¡± a man in his late fifties, but with a rich voice said from shadows at the back. ¡°You''ll share the words with us?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Alice said, aware of the stir that was going through the room. She could guess who he was, she''d heard his voice on recordings often enough. ¡°You''ve been listening to people,¡± Scaredy Jim said. ¡°And protecting my sources,¡± Alice agreed. ¡°You''d better teach us that song so we can spread it ''round.¡±
Article for Martian and Earth distribution, Monsol 10th Oct. Breathers are something we on Mars rely on, for... well, any time you''re not in a dome. Even in a dome you carry your breather with you, just in case. A breather failing is something that is at least scary and easily fatal. There have been rashes of breather failures in the past, with dark rumours about the causes. Breathers are reliable, that''s the whole point. And unless you''re particularly paranoid, it''s not unusual to leave a meeting with a breather that someone else brought with them as you pick them up from the oxygen recharging rack. Swapping breathers probably isn''t ideal, from a hygiene point of view, but it''s not like you put it into your mouth, and they only come in three colours: medium grey, brownish grey and yellowish grey. A breather isn''t very big either. I think Earthlings probably think of an aqualung, where everything you put into your lungs comes from the massive bottle on your back. But a breather has a small bottle of oxygen, another of nitrogen, and a very clever bit which separates the carbon dioxide from what you breath out, gets rid of that to the Martian atmosphere and adds oxygen and nitrogen to whats left so you get the right mixture. Take away the bottles and the important bit of a breather is about the size of a largish book when it''s not full of air. When one fails and instead of breathing in air you find your lungs emptying to the Martian atmosphere, it''s not a nice feeling. I know from personal experience. Breathers have a recommended service life of three months, and everyone sane sends their breathers for servicing / remanufacture at regular intervals. Was the one that failed for me one that I''d picked up by mistake, which by fluke and bad luck had been swapped from owner to owner far beyond its service life? Did some piece of alien matter fall into the vat at the manufacturing plant despite all the safeguards? Are the dark rumours of sabotage true? Perhaps the forensics laboratory will be able to find out. In any case, I was very pleased that we had heard about breather failures and my husband insists on us carrying spares for each of us when we''re out. Not everyone does, although it''s a jit thing to skip. But I''m told there haven''t been any breather failures for years, so people have got lax, I guess. Unfortunately, another defective one has been found within the past week. The thought of a bad batch is a scary one. We rely on breathers helping us breathe, after all. The Mars Council has re-issued the following old safety procedures: 1. Never travel on the Martian surface alone. 2. Never travel without a spare breather unit for each person. 3. Be very familiar with exchanging the bottles on a breather unit. Two people able to swap bottles on a breather unit in under 45 seconds should be present in any group (one of them may be incapacitated by a breather malfunction). 4. For long journeys, have two or more spare breather units. 5. During times when the reliability of breathers is in doubt (code orange), always carry at least two spares when travelling, and always carry one spare unit even within a dome. Extra vigilance should be paid to ensuring that the breather you pick up from a charging rack is the breather you placed there. 6. During times when multiple unreliable breathers have been identified within a short timespan from an identifiable source, within an identifiable area or subset of the population (code red), the following special rules apply: a. Affected people should carry at least three spares. b. Vehicles should carry a bottle of pre-mixed air supply and appropriate masks and regulators. c. Recently purchased breathers should be considered suspect. d. Purchase breathers from a variety of outlets and sources. e. Breathers reaching their replacement date should be considered reliable backups and not returned for remanufacture. All inhabitants of Mars should consider code orange in force. I''m told that since I''ve visited some of the same places as the person where the other one was found, there might be a link. So.. I''m code red. Folk-song enthusiasts might like to visit this link for a recording of a song I must admit having written the words to, after my nasty experience and reading the above. I didn''t know there was someone famous in the crowd, but he worked on improving the phrasing and agreed to record it with me so it could be learnt by others, all the while insisting that proper folk music needs to be performed live. If you recognise his voice, great, you know who I had the honour of singing with, but I''m not allowed to name-drop. Anyway, rights: you have permission to use the recording to learn it, help you sing it to others, and to teach others to sing it in formal or informal settings, but not permission to use this recording purely for entertainment purposes. Commercial use is prohibited. As author of the lyrics, I assure you they are not true, so please teachers and lecturers, don''t set essays in ten years time asking who I heard saying what and when. I made it up, using old rumours, poetic license and imagination.
Findhorn-Bunting complex, Monsol 18th Oct 2271, 4pm ¡°You''re welcome to stay longer,¡± Simon offered their house-guest. ¡°No, it''s time I moved on. Thank you for your hospitality. Not to mention what you''ve been doing, Alice. I''ve heard enough from Earth about how you''re changing attitudes. That''s well done, very well done indeed.¡± ¡°Any advice on when, I ought to tell Earth that there are still seconders alive?¡± ¡°Not yet. That''s my thought. If that guy gets caught, and his trial comes to pass, that''d be a good time, I think.¡± ¡°Yeah, I guess so. What would you think about me writing that a common theme in Martian folk music is about the special threat to firsters and their descendents, and them hiding?¡± Scaredy Jim looked at her accusingly, ¡°You put in that thing about men with lists deliberately, didn''t you?¡± ¡°I wanted it to be a warning, yes. There''s one around, I know that. It was only when you turned up and we recorded it that it occurred to me that if anyone Earth-side asked about them I could explain.¡± ¡°I was going to ask you about that breather malfunction.¡± ¡°My guess: careful sabotage,¡± Simon said, ¡°Then one of us picked up the wrong one last time we were visiting Tom and Anna.¡± ¡°Dangerous mistake.¡± ¡°I''d say divine intervention,¡± Alice corrected, ¡°It gave Anna a decent one, she''d have been traveling with the one I had otherwise. And all their spares were dodgy.¡± ¡°All?¡± Jim was surprised. ¡°He''s playing the probability game,¡± Simon said, ¡°I spoke to the people in the lab at university this morning. A few little spots of the right chemical on the bellows and the plastic gets harder than it should be. Test it and it''s fine, start using it, it''s fine. But the flexing makes microscopic tears around the harder spot. Depending exactly how much he puts on, it might fail in a week''s use or six months''. My guess is he just squirted some into the box for the whole delivery. Quite where or how, no one knows yet. Others from the same delivery company and the same manufacturer have tested fine.¡± Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. ¡°So people can check for the chemical?¡± Jim asked. ¡°It gets absorbed into the plastic. You need lab equipment to spot it, once you''ve taken apart the bellows.¡± ¡°I''m guessing you can''t do that at home.¡± ¡°Not if you want a working breather, no.¡± ¡°So, it''s targeted, it''s basically undetectable, and there''s nothing we can do except carry spares.¡± ¡°Not except catch him in the act.¡± ¡°But you''re sure who it is?¡± ¡°A guy flash with cash who claims to be a comet catcher and autograph hunter, is corrupting wannas and asking them to help him get autographs from his list in exchange for enough cash to get home.¡± ¡°Corrupting them?¡± ¡°Giving them sugar, or other Earth imports normally unavailable here, ''a little taste of home''. A bit like alcohol to a recovered alcoholic. I''m informed by a wanna it''d turn her off her brain entirely.¡± ¡°Oh, yeah. I''d heard of that trick. Spacers use it to help get themselves some company for less.¡± ¡°Why doesn''t anyone just grow sugarbeet here?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Surely it''d be a good cash crop.¡± ¡°Sugar beet? I''ve heard of cane. No one''s got sugar cane to grow properly.¡± ¡°Cane is a tropical plant. Think sweltering heat and lots of humidity, plus loads of light too.¡± ¡°Bad news for your dome,¡± Jim said, ¡°You''d be fighting mould all the time.¡± ¡°Exactly. Sugar beet grows in roughly carrot-like conditions,¡± Simon said. ¡°Some neighbours used to grow it.¡± ¡°I guess because it''s a luxury, it''s never been a survival priority.¡± ¡°Not like tea,¡± Alice said, in all seriousness. ¡°Exactly. That reminds me, any idea how near to ready Mack''s latest batch is?¡± ¡°We''ve just bought some, on Friday. Want to trade? I expect it''s easier for us to get more than you, if you''re not staying around.¡± ¡°No, that''s fine. Mack''s knows my regular order.¡± ¡°Stay safe.¡± ¡°Oh, I intend to. You too. Hey, that article, about the Christian mind-readers.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°I was talking to Anna about it, and she said to ask you, Alice.¡± ¡°Oh, yes?¡± ¡°Just how reliable is it?¡± ¡°Reliable?¡± ¡°I mean, do you think the article''s right? Every single detail?¡± ¡°Oh, well, I think so. No, actually, thinking about it, the stuff about speed of thought communications being three times the speed of light. I''m sure that it''s way faster that that.¡± ¡°How do you know that?¡± ¡°I grew up hearing decisions, Jim,¡± Alice said, ¡°A few weeks ago, I ended up having a thought-conversation with someone with the gift who''d been in on the experiment. They were on Earth, I was here. It was actually about publishing the paper, truth be told. But there''s no way there was even seconds lag, I''d have noticed, let alone minutes.¡± ¡°Urm, gulp.¡± Jim was looking scared. ¡°Problem?¡± ¡°I guess not. Just the thought of someone being able to know where someone is, just by deciding to find out...¡± ¡°Trustworthy people, Jim.¡± ¡°Hey, you''re trustworthy, I know that, but some Christians....¡± ¡°Don''t honour their God very well. I know.¡± she said, and silently asked Simon [Do I tell him?] ¡°Yeah,¡± Jim agreed, ¡°That''s what worries me.¡± [He''s trustworthy and getting more and more terrified.] Simon thought back. ¡°I don''t know if it''s any consolation, Jim, but when I misused that bit of the gift, God took it from me.¡± ¡°You....¡± ¡°Sorry, I didn''t really think you had a need to know, but you do. God gave me that gift before my parents died. When they did, I got really confused about a lot of things, and eventually ended up denying I was a Christian. Every time I misused the gift, God took away bits, and he''s locked me away from the others, almost entirely out of contact. As far as I know, most of the others with it don''t know I''ve got any of it back. "What I''m saying is, I know that if I misused the gift and looked for you when there wasn''t a real need, then God doesn''t need to show me, and he might well take away my ability to do it. I guess another mistake in that paper is it talks about the responsibility the people with it have to use it properly, but not what happens if they don''t. God is in charge.¡± ¡°But you did misuse your gift.¡± ¡°I did misuse my gift to find out what people were thinking, but God took away the deep scan thing they talk about in the paper. I can''t do that now. I once tried to find out where some politician was, because I basically wanted to blackmail him into an interview. I didn''t think of it like that, but that was what I''d really have done. I ended up with no information, a terrible headache and nightmares about being arrested for blackmail for a week. I''ve got a pretty limited version of it still.¡± ¡°But you could find me.¡± ¡°If Mack just wanted to get you a message, I''d say leave me out of it. If Mack told me the police had just lost track of an assassin they thought was after you, then I''d be able to find where you were and where the assassin was and I''d try and work out how to tell you to stay clear. I wouldn''t necessarily tell Mack where you were. Speaking of the assassin... ¡± She checked, he was there in the spacecraft, which was there cutting up that comet, which was hmm, the sixth one of the string, it looked like, ¡°at the moment it looks like he''s on board the ship shredding the sixth comet in a string, but I don''t know which string. And he didn''t have any accomplices on Mars on Friday.¡± ¡°That''s the one who makes the breathers dodgy?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Any others?¡± ¡°You want me to look for people who are out to get you?¡± ¡°Could you?¡± ¡°Theoretically. But the thing is, if I think of ''people who want to hurt you'' then that might include ex-girlfriends with a grudge, for instance.¡± ¡°And if you looked for people who want to injure me, you''d miss someone who was ready with poison?¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°I''m not aware of any ex-girlfriends with grudges.¡± ¡°Simon?¡± Alice asked, unsure if this was a good use of her gift. ¡°Give the worried man the gift of peace of mind, or a decent warning, Alice.¡± ¡°OK.¡± Alice looked for people who, if they knew where Jim was would seek to do him any harm: one dot. Could she do more? She didn''t know. She prayed, [Lord, is this a good thing? I want to warn him if he''s in danger], She looked at the skin of the room the dot was in, which seemed to be a bar or somewhere with a serving counter, she saw. Alice found she knew who it was, a woman, Tabitha. She also knew more. ¡°I saw just one person on this planet, Jim, who''d want to harm you if they knew where you were. I tried to find out more, a woman, Tabitha. God added that sometimes she wants to wring your neck, but mostly she wants you to keep all your promises.¡± ¡°Tabitha?¡± he sounded surprised. ¡°Yes. Need directions? Right now she''s behind a bar or a serving counter in, urm, actually I''d need a map to tell you what dome she''s in.¡± ¡°Tabitha wants me to keep my promises?¡± ¡°Is that so odd?¡± ¡°I was at university with her, assuming it''s the same one.¡± ¡°One map,¡± Simon said. ¡°That one. Dome five. Dead centre of it.¡± ¡°Oh boy, am I in one big heap of trouble,¡± Jim acknowledged.
Dome five, ''The Broken Oath'' bar and restaurant, 5pm. Jim looked at the name of the restaurant and cringed inwardly. He stepped into the establishment. ¡°Closed until six,¡± Tabitha said from behind the bar, cleaning glasses. ¡°One plate of humble pie and a glass of well earned spite please, maybe followed by a tiny shot of forgiveness if that''s possible. Someone reminded me today that I''d made some promises a while ago.¡± The glass shattered. ¡°Jim?¡± ¡°Hello, Tabitha. Good name for the bar.¡± ¡°You think you can just walk in here and I''ll forgive you for totally failing to turn up for the last three and a half decades?¡± ¡°Sorry. I got paranoid.¡± ¡°And now you''re singing about code red with some young slip of a girl and suddenly decided to turn up?¡± ¡°You know that theology paper they''re all talking about?¡± ¡°What''s that got to do with you ruining my glassware?¡± ¡°Half an hour ago, I was surprised to find that the wife of the couple who put me up last night and the night before had that there gift. Told me there was only one person who wanted to do me harm on the planet at the moment, and she just wanted to wring my neck for breaking promises. I reckon I deserve that.¡± ¡°You never came. I waited, I thought, maybe one day, he''ll wander into dome five and remember, especially if I put a great big reminder where we were supposed to meet. But no, you never came to dome five did you?¡± ¡°No. I never came here. I did the stats, worked it out. I was a target, so I was too scared to come, five was much too central to get to, once I got paranoid. I did think of sneaking in that night but was too scared. Then, I''m sorry, I didn''t think you might have stayed here. And I looked out for you, but never saw you.¡± ¡°I''ve waited a long time for this. I tried chasing you down at one point, early on. You moved too quickly.¡± ¡°You could have left a message, surely?¡± ¡°You''d have thought it was a trap, I expect.¡± ¡°You knew Mack, surely?¡± ¡°A girl''s got her pride, Jim. Stupid reason to waste a life, but...¡± ¡°So, what now? I''ve wronged you. You choose.¡± ¡°Promise one?¡± ¡°A year to the day after we finish university, I''ll meet you in the middle of dome 5,¡± Jim said. ¡°You''re late. Thirty five years.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°Promise 2? ¡°and by then you''ll have a business, I''ll have finished touring, and I''ll sing every Friday night in your bar. That''s... really scary Tabs.¡± ¡°I know, I won''t hold you to it, just wanted to know you remembered it. Promise three?¡± ¡°I won''t date anyone else.¡± ¡°And? Did you keep it?¡± ¡°I did. Well, mostly. A few ''meet you at the bar later'' type things, years after. Nothing serious.¡± ¡°For the record, I gave up waiting, almost twenty five years ago now, and married a persistent suitor. I''ve got two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, at university now. Ernest died three years ago. He was quite a bit older than me, heart attack.¡± ¡°And you kept the name of the bar? What did he think of that?¡± ¡°Thought it was a good name. Knew the story, you broke your promise, you lost, he won. Promise four?¡± ¡°And I''ll ask you to marry me.¡± ¡°Go on then.¡± ¡°Even after all these years? I''m not much of a catch, I don''t even know if I can stop moving around, or even come back to a place as public as this regularly.¡± ¡°You''ve got to stop some time, Jim. And you promised, and you came, too.¡± ¡°I came. So, will you marry me, Tabitha? ¡°Took you long enough to ask! I''ll have to think about it, we''re not the same people we were.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°I think I''ll have to ask what the kids think of the proposal, not to mention what they''d think of me wandering and homeless like you.¡± ¡°You''d leave your life, for me?¡± ¡°Don''t know. One of us needs to change.¡± ¡°I''m not homeless by the way, just restless.¡± ¡°You''ve got a dome?¡± ¡°Four complexes. Not very big, of course, but I grow enough for trade. And I''ve got a new idea. Ever heard of sugarbeet?¡± ¡°Beet? Not cane?¡± ¡°That''s what I thought. I looked it up, competitor to sugar cane, but it became uneconomic during the age of chaos, never was that great, compared to cane. Getting the sugar out looking like sugar is a bit messy, but I reckon that it''d be possible. Quite possible.¡± ¡°Who''d buy? I mean, yeah, Earthlings, spacemen and jits, but Martians have been on a low sugar diet for like, forever. Hence the good teeth and lack of obesity-related illnesses.¡± ¡°I''m wondering about wannas. I''m sure you know what sugar does to wannas. It''s like addicts needing their next hit. That journalist girl thinks its a religion, well maybe, but I wonder if when they say they want to go home, are they saying they want one of those sweet things you fed me and me and I thought was vile?¡± ¡°You think they worship sugar?¡± ¡°I wonder if anyone asked them what their comfort food was back on Earth. Bet you it wasn''t a nice soft-boiled carrot or an apple.¡± ¡°Course not,¡± Tabitha agreed ¡°It''d be chocolate, or some favourite sweet. You want to ask wannas if being able to get sugar by the kilo might make it easier to stay here?¡± ¡°By the kilo?¡± ¡°Standard sized pack when I was growing up.¡± Jim reassessed his plans, ¡°OK, I guess the real experiment would have to be in my big dome then.¡± ¡°Know any wannas?¡± ¡°Not many are into the folk music scene.¡± ¡°No. Hold on.¡± Tabitha went into the kitchen, and returned with a sad-looking woman of about thirty-five, Jim assumed she was a cook or kitchen help. ¡°Ursula, this is an old friend of mine, who''s got what might be the stupidest, most insulting idea you''ve ever heard. But I''d like to know your thoughts about it.¡± ¡°Short version,¡± Jim said, ¡°if people started growing sugar on Mars, and it was like, do I buy three kilos of cabbage, ten kilos of potatoes or half a kilo of sugar, might that make staying on Mars more tolerable for the average wanna?¡± ¡°Proper sugar, not potato sugar or anything like that?¡± ¡°White crystals, isn''t it? Like salt? I''ve not seen it up close.¡± Ursula looked at him in shock, and Tabitha explained ¡°Born here, thought mint imperials were practically poison, back when I was twenty and foolish and offered them to friends.¡± A look of loss crossed Ursula''s face, ¡°But sugar cane won''t grow, people''ve tried it.¡± ¡°I''ve just heard of something called sugar-beet.¡± ¡°What''s that?¡± ¡°Bit like normal red-beet, but white and with lots more sugar. According to what I just read, it used to be grown in cold countries into the twenty-first century to help meet domestic sugar demand. It''s always going to be a luxury, looking at how much processing is involved.¡± ¡°I don''t care,¡± Ursula said. ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°I don''t care how much processing is involved, I don''t care if it costs twenty times its weight in potatoes. I''ll grow it myself and process it in my bath if I have to. Just sell me the seeds, please!¡± ¡°I don''t have any, sorry. But do you think it''d help?¡± Tabitha added ¡°He means, would the average wanna smile more, maybe even learn to love this strange planet, if they could get sugar on the open market, not just from spacemen?¡± ¡°I''m sure it would.¡± ¡°Well, Jim, I guess you''re right.¡± Ursula looked at Jim, judged his age, saw the flute at his belt, put things together and went pale. ¡°Do NOT tell me if you''re Scaredy Jim. Just don''t tell me, OK? You''ve just given me a bit of hope I could like it here, so don''t tell me. I don''t want to tell him you know Tabitha if you are. And if I knew it, I might; I would, probably. I do wanna go home.¡± She hurried away, back to the kitchen. ¡°Fortunately, he''s in space at the moment,¡± Jim said. ¡°Who?¡± Tabitha asked, confused. ¡°The spaceman with the list,¡± Jim asked. ¡°Hold on... you mean?¡± ¡°I''m officially, genuinely, code red. He''s been passing out a list saying he''s after autographs. Do you remember Anna, year or two younger than me?¡± ¡°Tall and blond?¡± ¡°Yes. Her name was crossed off the list, and she got a whole delivery of sabotaged breathers.¡± ¡°So, you''re running?¡± ¡°Like I say, he''s not here at the moment. I''m going to at least play one set, if you''ll let me.¡± ¡°Don''t do it, Jim. You heard Ursula. This is a restaurant, Jim, as well as a bar. Spaceman central, or tourists. There''ll probably be other wannas, not here to help with the washing up.¡± ¡°Then, what, Tabs? I don''t want to walk away and never see you again. And after tomorrow I won''t know it''s safe to come here.¡± ¡°Better tell me a better place to wait for you then, hadn''t you?¡± ¡°Dome 29, Satursol nights, there''s a folk evening at the Fiddler''s Arms. That''s where I sang with Alice. I''m well known for never visiting the same place two meetings in a row, so I''ll try to be there on Saturday, and shock everyone. One mustn''t be too predictable, after all! After that, I''ll try and leave a message with Alice. Would that work?¡± ¡°I hope so. You''d trust her to know where you''ll be?¡± ¡°She''s good at keeping secrets. Journalist, you know? And she really wants to interview me eventually.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 25: Public Education

Visual effects / Ch. 25: Public Education

Article for Earth and Mars publication, Frisol, 20th Feb, 2272 Some enquiring minds have written in over the past few months, wanting to know what on Earth I was talking about when I talked about ''bad men with lists'' in my little song about ''code red''. Well, I''m not on Earth, I''m on Mars (you might have noticed). In the folksong genre you often get common themes, that you play with, and people can say yes, that''s a familiar topic, and then they''re more forgiving if you break other rules. There is one common thought in lots of Martian folk music: that the first colonists (firsters) or their descendants (known on Mars as seconders, thirders, etc) have a higher risk of ''random'', ''accidental'' death than normal Martians, and so need to hide who they / their parents are from people who''re out to get them for unknown purposes. Allow me to digress into some history of how and why that started, please. Frequent early computer glitches led to the population keeping their records of births and deaths on Mars on paper, with the big record books held well away from fire, windstorm and ultraviolet by the Mars Council. According to my sources, when MarsCorp tried to encourage computerised registration, in the early 2230s, the council said something like ''get people to register themselves if you want to, but we''ll stick with paper records for the foreseeable future, it doesn''t get radiation scrambled.'' Then, a folk-singer (who''s now well known for his paranoia) wrote a song with a catchy tune that can be boiled down to two things: 1. Am I just paranoid for saying that people on the MarsCorp register with big claims have lots more ''fatal accidents'' than people with small claims or not on the register, or is someone trying to kill off the firsters in arranged ''accidents''? 2. ''Why would anyone sane want to make it easy for assassins to find them?'' In the small, battered, community of Martians, ascribing unexplained deaths to secretive serial killers or assassins certainly made more sense than alien life-forms, and there did seem to be enough of a bias in the statistics that his idea caught on. When asked to register, people decided that maybe they needed a very good reason to, and decided they needed to check on their heaps, water their cabbages, or teach their children instead. What might be called a form of civil disobedience began, with people asking MarsCorp why they should bother to get on the register, as it had no greater legal force than their existing paperwork. And the MarsCorp employees decided they didn''t have a good answer. After all, they hadn''t had records until now, so they couldn''t show they were actually needed for anything. Paranoia and conspiracy theories became ever more popular, people changed their names, split their holdings under registered aliases and swapped them among their friends and casual acquaintances so that an outsider would have no idea who owned what now. Some even started to speak about MarsCorp removing clauses from the settlement contract, which would grant full independence to Mars on the 75th anniversary of the firsters landing. Certainly there''s nothing about that in the copy you''ll see on MarsCorp''s information site these days. Young idealistic Martians claim this was also the time when MarsCorp admitted that it wasn''t really the government of Mars: by accepting the alias registrations, MarsCorp accepted that it would no longer know who owned the land, and of course it also had no record of the number of Martians. Perhaps they have a point: the Council continues to make legal decisions, hold the legal register of Martians, and issue land title deeds. The counter argument, of course, is that if the Council is the government, why does your claim size depend on whether you come to Mars as a full-price ticket holder or on a social ticket? Earth people might wonder how you can get anything done without birth certificates, etc. Well, thanks to the strict privacy laws, you need a really good reason to ask anyone who their parents are. Not even every criminal gets their parentage recorded. Setting up your first bank account, for instance, you need to confirm your name, but you normally do that with a claim certificate. Oh, and you don''t need a driving licence for a Mars-buggy, you just demonstrate to the sales person or owner that you know what you''re doing. Heading slowly back to my song, MarsCorp press releases on Earth say they''ve no record of firsters, seconders or thirders. A typical born-Martian would reply to MarsCorp''s statement, ¡°Yeah, well, I''m not on their database either, that proves nothing.¡± Were the assassins so successful then? Or is it that they''re hiding successfully? Certainly, none have come forward to say ''Hey, I don''t believe there''s assassins or a hit list, let me register''. None have come forward to be interviewed by me either, for that matter, so who on Earth knows the truth? (those on Mars aren''t telling of course). So, maybe the folksongs are right, and seconders and thirders are mixed in the general population, quietly hiding their ancestry, and not claiming the rights the settlement contract their brave ancestor signed gives them. If there are assassins out there, trying to snuff them out, they''d be jits not to, wouldn''t they? Assassins aside, I think what it actually proves is that a small worried sub-group within Mars''s population have managed to make sure that the Mega-corporation that runs most of the infrastructure on Mars has no way to find if they''re alive. That''s quite impressive in its own way. To my mind, MarsCorp''s press release some years ago should have said we presume they''re dead or hiding, rather than that they''re dead and then eulogising the firsters pioneering spirit. But the press relations office is on Earth. I''ve written before about massive wall of silence that grew up between Earth and Mars, and hopefully I''ve managed to break that wall down a little. It would seem very simple for it to affect MarsCorp employees too, unless someone at head-office told the press office to run everything past the Mars-based staff for an on-the-ground check. There is practically zero rotation between MarsCorp''s Earth-based and Mars-based administrative staff, and the MarsCorp administrators sent to Mars that I''ve talked to were only slightly better prepared for the life and culture here than any colonists were. Reports presumably got filed without the cultural stuff percolating into staff orientation, or maybe people just hunker down and do the work head-office expects of them, without bothering to report what everyone at this end knows. So actually, my song used this set of ''memes'' in two ways. Not only do I talk about the ''men with lists'', hunting people for some unknown reason, I''m also (fictitiously) reporting a conversation that a seconder or thirder mother might have with her children, fearing that the ''storm'' (only deadly if you''re caught unprepared, remember?) that made them hide before is returning. Is it, or has it blown itself out it? Yesterday, the Mars Council released information that there were reports of someone claiming to be an autograph hunter with a list of seconders he was looking for. One source said he''d told her he was ''taking up where his Dad had stopped ten years before''. Conspiracy theorists would point out that ten years ago is when the last breather failed, (prior to mine, that is). The ''autograph hunter'' was certainly on Mars at the time a box full of damaged breathers was delivered (including the one that might have killed me ¡ª I must have accidentally swapped with the original recipient). Others from the same batch have been traced have been subjected to destructive testing; they do not have the same damage. The Mars Council would be very happy to interview him, but it seems he is no longer working in his previous job as a comet catcher, and returned to Earth before he could be questioned. There is of course no hard evidence against him, only hearsay, suspicion and circumstance. Not enough for an arrest warrant, certainly. But there have been no more failed breathers, either. So, there are many questions left unanswered, conspiracies continue to circulate (including, I admit, in my code-red song), and any seconders and thirders on Mars are breathing a little easier now the autograph-hunter has left. But I do find it interesting that the risk-taking Martian descendants of the greatest risk-takers in modern times are quite so concerned. Perhaps MarsCorp will release statistics about claim size and mortality rate from their records, so that the public can judge for themselves if it was just paranoia? And perhaps someone will be brave enough to talk to me at my office and show me their family tree, perhaps? I promise not to record your picture or address.
Article for Earth and Mars publication, Monsol, 23rd Feb. I have had some results at this end. I imagine that on Earth you''re still reeling from the impact, but I can''t delay this, sorry. Since asking in my article for a release of data from MarsCorp, I''ve had a number of anonymous data-crystals arrive in my postbox. They show a distinct pattern. There''s an encrypted backup from a database, and a little note that says something along the lines of ''when I was a student entering register data in 22XX at the MarsCorp office, I had access to this, and was told I should keep a copy at home as a backup in case of a glitch. I probably should have deleted it when I left, but I wasn''t explicitly told to.'' They then attached the password. I''ve sought to check if it is indeed MarsCorp policy that this data be made available to temporary workers, and I''ve heard a number of other accounts of lax security practices, but no official word. The office is certainly swamped during the bi-annual influx, and I''ve heard anecdotes about a number of time-saving short-cuts being made. So, I''ve been handed multiple copies of a database showing arrivals (including ship and cabin number), births, deaths, claim sizes, parents, address at time of entry and for some people their account number. The size of the dump grows based on the date the leaker claims to have worked there. I''ve checked some friend''s data and it seems to be accurate, which is quite scary, actually. I know roughly what this data would be worth on Earth to the criminal classes and the nefarious purposes it might be put to, and it''d certainly make me feel like a complete jit if I''d volunteered such information. In case you''re wondering, there''s a little box you can tick on your landing form that says you''d rather stay out of MarsCorp''s database. I have a dump from last year, so I''ve checked that I''m not on it. Well, I am, sort of; my name and ship is there but not the personal data. So, I have no doubt that the dump is genuine. Urm, better data security in the future please Mars Corp? It''s too long since I studied statistics, but I extracted some anonymous data and showed it to a statistician at the university. They glanced at the data, hummed the melody of a famous song I''ve mentioned and showed me an archived but unpublished paper by the song-writer, from thirty-five years ago. The statistician assures me the analysis is correct. So, thirty-five years ago, when the song was written, there was significant correlation between registered claim size and mortality, but no correlation between claim size and mortality if you looked at the unregistered population. Statistically speaking, it was very unlikely to be random. Looking at the more recent data: in the ten year block afterwards, there was still a correlation, but with less large claimants registering the data was less clear-cut. In the next ten-year block, three large claimants registered, all died from breather-failure within a year of registering. So, it would seem, statistically speaking, that there is or was a serial killer or assassin after people with big claims. Further, thirty five years ago, the scared song-writer split the dataset between those with firster blood and those without. Most of those registered with firster blood were dead. There was hardly any correlation between mortality rates and claim size in the general population, and further analysis showed that if he included people who by chance had the same surname as firsters the correlation went away entirely. Being registered and having some link to firsters, he concluded, was the principle cause of the increased mortality rates. Even if better data security practices had been in place, that''s no guarantee that the unknown killer would have found it impossible to access the database somehow, so we shouldn''t follow the finger pointing of conspiracy theorists. But registering was indeed a really jit thing to do, and indeed with that level of insecurity, it still is. No wonder the seconders and thirders are hiding, no wonder that MarsCorp and the Mars Council, faced with a patient, careful, anonymous killer, allowed them to. It was the only way to protect them.
Message to William Maugh. Monsol, 23rd Feb, 2272 Hi, William. A mutual friend pointed this old photo of grandad out to me a while back. Don''t you think it might be appropriate to re-publish it before some journalist digs out their copy, or an original signed copy of the contract turns up somewhere, say in the hands of an group of seconders? Hope you still have your job after the upcoming shareholder''s meeting. Eloise
Message to Eloise Maugh. Friday, 23rd Feb, 2272 So seconders do exist outside myths and songs? William
Message to William Maugh. Monsol, 23rd Feb, 2272 Yes. One sings folk music which sent shivers up my spine. Eloise.
Urgent Message to Emilia Trevors, 3pm, Friday 23rd Feb, 2272 Emilia, please consult archives for original of this picture. It was taken around the departure day for the first colonists. I''m not sure if the reference code is still correct. My suspicion is that our folk-music appreciating friend has a copy. William Maugh.
Message to William Maugh. 4.30pm Friday, 23rd Feb, 2272 Dear Mr Maugh, It seems our computerised photographic archives have suffered from a computer glitch. All files that look like they should be photos from that period have been overwritten with the phrase ''Copied to archive crystal, July 2225''. This should have been a tagging process, not a replacement. Checking up on our history page, I see that this was just before the renovations, during which an accident with a welding laser destroyed the Corporation''s crystal based archives. Eloise.
Urgent Message to Emilia Trevors, 4.45pm, Friday 23rd Feb, 2272 Dear Eloise, Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Please explain to a selection of news organisations that we''re trying to verify the authenticity of what seems to be an old press release picture. Summarise ancient accident, quote the reference number and attach a low resolution version (such that text on plaque is unreadable), and ask if they have that or similar pictures in their archives. Many thanks, William
News clip for Mars publication, 24th Feb Hey, guess what! MarsCorp have just contacted my boss, admitting they lost a lot of rather important records. Here''s some my paper''s dug out of it''s archive: Happy reading, the missing clauses are found.
Press Release from Mars Corp, Monday 26th Feb, 2272 Mars Corp wishes to extend its heartfelt thanks to International News for helping rebuild part of the corporation''s history. An extensive archive of press release photos from the founding of the corporation seems to have been lost about 50 years ago in an accident during some rebuilding work. We don''t know if no one thought of asking news organisations at the time, or if it was decided that they were not interesting enough to bother. One fascinating picture shows a plaque of the Martian settlement contract that contains a number of additional clauses to the version we know today. While we do not doubt the authenticity of the photograph, there is some uncertainty about how there came to be two versions of the contract.
News article: Global News, Tuesday 27th Feb 2272 Did MarsCorp conveniently forget independence for Mars? Angry words are expected at MarsCorp HQ over the coming weeks, as an old photograph of a different version of the contract with the first hundred settlers has been found. Congratulations are to be given to MarsCorp for acknowledging that something''s gone wrong, but really? Just forgetting a thing like independence for the colony? Those Martian conspiracy theorists are going to love this one, but we expect the shareholders are not going to be impressed.
News article: International Enquirer, Tuesday 27th Feb 2272 Steal of the century: How Corporation almost stole brave Martians'' future MarsCorp''s convenient fire and ''accidental'' destruction of critical archive data has been rectified today, as they admit that the brave Martian colonists who''ve been living under threat of assassination for years have also been robbed of their rights. Since June the 6th, 2264, Martian colonists should have had between them a majority voice on the governance of MarsCorp. This right has been denied and ignored by the corporation, presumably much to the benefit of the big three shareholders and the executives who''ve mostly been making sure that the Martian voice isn''t heard. Quite how their voice will be heard is going to be a challenge, but if most of the shareholders can''t easily get to the shareholders meeting, perhaps the head office of MarsCorp ought to move to Mars.
News article: International News, Tuesday 27th Feb 2272 Palace: let promises to Martian heros be honoured. In an unexpected breach of the protocol of silence that normally ensues if you ask any government which is a shareholder in MarsCorp about the corporation, the palace has today given the following reply about the confusion from MarsCorp about which contract was signed: His Majesty''s government are of course unable, under the terms of the shareholder treaty, to discuss any matter relating to governance of MarsCorp, but as there seems to be a matter of historic record at stake, which is indeed of constitutional priority, we hope that the attached image of the Martian settlement contract, as held in the Government archives, is helpful. Clearly their majesties would be fully in favour of honouring the promises the corporation agreed with the firsters should any come forward, since any failure to do so would place their majesties in a constitutionally impossible situation. Our political correspondent expects a lot of angry words at the United Nations about how this state of affairs came to pass.
News article for publication on Earth and Mars, Monsol 1st March, 2272 Well, how''s this for news? On Frisol I was all innocently on my way home from the office when I got stopped by my famous singer friend. As everyone who knows knows, he''s known as Scaredy Jim ¡ª and it was his ancient paper I wrote about. Honestly, I didn''t know there were still copies around. Now, sorry for keeping secrets, but... I''ve got to protect my sources, and under Mars law that includes protecting their privacy... so, I''ve actually known he was a seconder for a long time, but he asked me not to say. There''s a surprise, he''s been hiding. He suggested that I''d like to come to a meeting, at his home. Wow! This is the most paranoid person on the planet, who most people don''t even think has a home, and he''s inviting me to it and telling me I can do an interview there, and write about where it happens. As long as I don''t describe how to get there of course. Actually, I can tell you part of it: you grab your husband, cancel plans and let yourselves be blindfolded, and get in his MarsMobile, and wake up all arrived the next morning after you''ve dozed off. Part of the way there, he did let us take off our blindfolds. Have you ever driven across the Martian landscape by moonlight? Of course you haven''t. No one''s that paranoid. Oh. Yes he is. It''s beautiful but... eek! I put my blindfold back on. Ignorance of missed rocks a few centimeters from the vehicle is definitely bliss. After a while, around midnight, we stopped, and I looked outside. I could see some other MarsMobiles arriving, and others stopped already. Were we there? No, we were just waiting for a dust storm to start. He''d lead the way, he just didn''t want anyone to look out of a spaceship and notice a convoy of MarsMobiles. Fortunatly, he did use his headlights during the storm. I''m pretty sure we didn''t take a direct route, but like I say, I fell asleep. I woke up in what ought to be on the maps as a beauty spot, but knowing my friend, it isn''t. Oh well, I wasn''t here to take pictures, or describe the scenery. Imagine I was just off the picture in your favourite bit of Mars. No, not there, the other side, behind the cunningly invisible rock. MarsCorp is absolutely wonderful about providing electricity. They have a power grid that covers almost the whole planet now, powered by lovely top of the line fusion reactors, which spend most of their power warming up the planet. If you have a claim, you can get electricity. OK, you need to pay for the transformer, but they provide the cables. So we had electricity. I don''t know how Jim gets his oxygen. Maybe the plants in his underground greenhouses supply enough. Yes, seriously, he''s got that much planted. Somehow, Jim must have managed to got hold of one of the tunnel boring machines that make the under-ground links between domes, and the shelters. Oh, it wasn''t him, it was his dad. This was his dad''s little weekend project after they''d built the first underground shelters and the dome, and they had no plans for the machines for a bit. And he told us all about how he did it. No, not Jim, his dad. Yes, Frank Gandhi is still alive. He doesn''t travel much, but I''ve met a firster. I''ve shaken his hand and thanked him for the risks he took to open up this beautiful world. And I''ve seen his Earth driving license, and his copy of the settlement contract, and my wrist unit has verified his I.D. against his fingerprint. Frank is not very happy with MarsCorp, or his native land, called them all sorts of unrepeatable things, in fact. Blames them for not even asking if he was still alive. But he''s happy that they''ve finally seen sense and decided not to try to hide the truth any more. How did this meeting happen? Well, someone with the gift of supernatural knowledge had been reporting to the Council that there were no assassins on or near the planet at the moment for the last few months, and Mack Fischer passed on word to his cousin Jim (Mack''s father followed his big sister to Mars, but not on time to be at her wedding to Frank). Seeing a dust-storm was on its way, Frank and Jim decided to call a meeting of seconders, all that felt able to come. There were a lot of tearful reunions and a lot more reminiscing. Can you imagine? When these people were born the population was barely a thousand or even less on the whole planet ¡ª that''s how big my school was ¡ª by the time most of them were around ten, eighteen thousand new arrivals were coming per opposition, and now the population is more than a million. They''re a rare breed, in all senses of that phrase. Thirty eight seconder children were born where both parents were firsters, but eight of these precious children died in early childhood. Fatalities were higher among adults, disproportionally so among the women who bore the risks of childbirth without much medical support. This gender imbalance was recognised and so one question that was openly asked of the candidates for the early second wave was would they consider being a widow''s second husband or a widower''s second wife. The answers were kept from the 24 firsters who remained alive by the time the second wave started. The new arrivals clear expectation was that they might well end up raising kids that weren''t theirs. They were welcomed with open arms. There was no pressure, but there was certainly space given for friendships to develop. Fifteen women from the second wave eventually became step-mothers to these first precious children, and nine of the newly arriving men eventually found themselves falling for the strong characters and resolute good humour of the firster women too. None of the firsters remained single for long. Four or five children per woman was normal, and some had more, so the total count of seconders rose to about a hundred and fifty. Orphans were adopted, and some of those raised as siblings had lost both genetic parents before their youngest sister or brother was born, with their step-mother remarrying. But genetics aside, they were family. Of those hundred and fifty, thirty came, along with me and my husband, and a few Council members. A few others survive, but weren''t able to come. Now, apart from Jim (who hid too well for his girlfriend to find until very recently) they all have children and grand-children. And the day has come when they have decided to declare they live. And they claim their rights under the contract: their votes on the governance of MarsCorp and in 2279, full independence. Quite what that latter means was not determined, but they agree it certainly means the following things: 1. Continuation of MarsCorp as a profit making transport and infrastructure company, overseeing the delivery of vital services on Mars, including the terraforming process. 2. The Mars council will have full control over immigration 3. The end of enforced migration, though certain classes of willing prisoners would be accepted under contract to governments. 4. MarsCorp will have no say in setting prices for transport on ships owned by other operators. 5. Diplomatic contacts with friendly nations 6. Diplomatic representation at the U.N. 7. Taxes. (here follow my inaccurate notes on that) ¡°Booo, do we have to?¡± ¡°Probably.¡± ¡°How?¡± ¡°Let''s tax MarsCorp!¡± ¡°Yeah!¡± ¡°But we''re going to be paying them for terraforming and infrastructure, aren''t we?¡± ¡°And everyone pays something for deliveries or exports, so it balances.¡± ¡°And they''re us.¡± ¡°But we''re not getting any income from them.¡± (Frank) ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°Read the contract, lad.¡± (Frank to man of 55) ¡°Land tax?¡± ¡°Get lost. What sort of reward is that? Thanks for helping the colony, have a bigger tax bill?¡± ¡°Income tax?¡± ¡°Booo, do we have to?¡± ¡°How do you tax cabbages?¡± ¡°Hey, Jim, you studied economics, didn''t you?¡± Jim: ¡°I''m a song-writer, leave me out of it!¡± ¡°Someone go hire an economist!¡± Mack: ¡°What with, the council''s skint!¡± Frank: ¡°Gold.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Go dig up some gold, Mack¡± ¡°What do you mean, ''gold'', Frank?¡± ¡°Half a day that-away somewhere. Don''t you read your mail? I told you twenty years ago.¡± ¡°That was a joke!¡± ¡°No it wasn''t.¡± ¡°Why didn''t you tell me?¡± ¡°I did. Where''s my glasses, bring me my old exploration diary won''t you, Jim?¡± ¡°Yes, Dad. You really found gold?¡± ¡°''Course I did.¡± ¡°You never told me.¡± ¡°Must have.¡± ¡°Let''s tax mining.¡± ¡°No. Let''s nationalise it.¡± ¡°What''s that mean?¡± ¡°Only we do it.¡± ¡°What, seconders?¡± ¡°No, the government.¡± ¡°Are we the government now then?¡± ¡°Good call. Let''s leave all this stuff to the Council.¡± ¡°What about the gold? Someone''ll claim it.¡± Frank: ¡°Can''t. It''s on council land.¡± ¡°Council land?¡± ¡°Yeah, like Voyager and the rest.¡± ¡°Oh, right.¡± Me: ¡°Excuse me, what''s this about council land?¡± Frank: ¡°Can''t have planetary treasures like the Voyager [sic] landing sites in the hands of any old grumpy bozo, can you? Gold''s a planetary treasure too. Eminent domain applies. Old law from about thirty years ago. You don''t want to go finding gold on your favorite claim or the council will push you off. OK, you''ll get a massively big claim in compensation, but would that make up for your improvements? I doubt it.¡± Jim: ¡°Here''s your exploration diary, Dad.¡± (all eyes on Frank). Frank: ¡°Oh (expletive), that''s right. I wrote it in code. Sorry guys. Grey matter failure. All I''ve got here is a list of girls names for the position. Key is lost in time out of mind.¡± Jim: ¡°Girlfriends in order, Dad?¡± Frank: ¡°I didn''t have that many. There''s fourteen different names here.¡± Eventually, the code was guessed at. Frank had used his friends names: the names of the firsters, their children, and those they''d married from the second wave. He remembered the rest of the code after that. Why just use the women''s names? He hadn''t, he''d changed the men''s names to be their female equivalent. After the meeting, Frank, Mack and Jim set off on a journey of exploration and the rest of us went home (Simon and I got a lift). Mack tells me that there is indeed some gold, but not huge nuggets. And he asks me to remind people that gold is a strategic resource on Mars, and must be registered. Any land on which gold is found is council land, automatically (though compensation will be granted if it''s on your claim). Interfering with another''s claim is a serious crime. Interfering with council land is liable to get you sent for a long walk. So, there probably will not be a Martian gold-rush. Any gold people find will not be theirs, and possession of unregistered gold is already an offence. On the other hand, greater availability of the yellow metal is good news for local industries. Another type of ''gold rush'' might be starting though; it''s been proven that assuming the gravity isn''t a problem it should be possible to grow sugarbeet locally on Mars. Processing is allegedly ''not too hard if you''re not a jit'' and my wanna contacts are saying that if they can occasionally feed the sugar craving they brought with them from Earth, then Mars might feel more like a good home now. There''s been a long-running debate about whether pollinating insects are a necessary part of domed agriculture. Mars has got by until now without, and it was thought that no one was really missing the honey. It seems they were wrong. Perhaps if there''s a demand for honey, it''d be better to have the occasional bee sting than spending a week trying to pollinate those apple blossoms with a little brush, too. Mars is a beautiful place where it seems the one thing that never changes is change. Well, assuming the U.N. don''t reneg on their promises, we''ve just had what might be the most peaceful revolution in history. What''s next?
¡°Lovely article, love,¡± Simon said. ¡°You''re biased. So am I, how''s my favourite physicist''s work going?¡± Alice asked. ¡°It''s wonderfully confusing, and very exciting,¡± Simon said. ¡°Go on.¡± ¡°That storm last month, when we had the power cuts?¡± ¡°Yes, what about it?¡± ¡°I''ve just been re-analysing the results from the experiment. Something very weird is happening.¡± ¡°This is your impossible hedgehog?¡± ¡°Yes. Forcefields only grow between emitters, they don''t make little spikes away from one. But every test shows that''s what''s happening.¡± ¡°So what did your impossible hedgehog do during the storm? I thought you said the storm had ruined everything?¡± ¡°That''s what I''d thought, all those spikes in the readings. But then I saw the official readings and it wasn''t spiky. And I checked the log of the power cuts. The spikes coincide with the loss of power.¡± ¡°So you''re saying you get radiation spikes when your hedgehog loses power? I thought that''s what you were examining normally.¡± ¡°Yes. But normally I get a tiny little burst after a few hours. This time I got a massive burst after a few minutes.¡± ¡°I don''t understand,¡± Alice said. ¡°My hedgehog as you call it seems to somehow be storing the radiation. You know how I''ve been puzzled why the better I shield my experiment the worse the numbers I got? Today I put a radioactive source next to it. Massive spikes on turn-off.¡± ¡°So you''ve got some kind of radiation shield?¡± ¡°Not really. If it worked as an actual shield, then you''d then have something that would turn it into a burst you really don''t want to be near.¡± ¡°Not so good then.¡± ¡°Not as a shield, no.¡± ¡°So why is it exciting?¡± ¡°Because now I''ve got another handle on what sort of force it must be.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°You just can''t store high energy charged particles by making them go in sub- millimeter diameter circles. They''d emit all their energy probably as gamma rays or something. Whatever my hedgehog is up to it''s capturing them, not storing them. Somehow it''s borrowing their energy and making them decide that they need to stay where they are. It''s like they''re getting bound into an atom or something like that. It captures protons, it captures neutrons, and alpha particles. Light and electrons, however, aren''t really bothered by it. Does that sound familiar?¡± ¡°Not really, sorry.¡± ¡°I think my hedgehogs are mucking around with the weak nuclear force, the thing that holds atoms together.¡± ¡°Is that reasonable?¡± ¡°Not really,¡± Simon said. ¡°So I need to do a lot more research before I publish much about them.¡± ¡°What would happen if you filled your hedgehog up to bursting? A black hole?¡± ¡°I doubt it. Nothing more dangerous than a neutron star.¡± ¡°That''s all right then,¡± Alice said. ¡°But that''d mean a lot of fusion too.¡± ¡°Just be careful. I hope you''re looking at your experiment with othersight to see if it''s dangerous from time to time.¡± Visual effects / Ch. 26: Embassy

Visual effects / Ch. 26: Embassy

Magazine article, for Earth and Mars publication, Wedsol 3rd and 4th March, 2272 I''m very glad that the board and shareholders look like they''re going to be held to account by the U.N. for suppressing the true version of the contract. Seeing the vehement protests of the board that there was no way they could know there were any seconders (etc) alive, I''ve just been reminded of a piece I wrote ages ago, actually before I got to Mars. It never seemed to be the right time to publish it, partly because it was full of wild speculation which wouldn''t have been very helpful. So, I''ll make some things clear: it was pretty obvious to me before I even left Earth that there were seconders, and thirders alive. You might even remember the piece that got me thinking. It was to do with a referendum on Mars about what to do in a case of a brutal rape. It went to appeal and then to a first referendum, and then to a final referendum. I''m sure I''ve talked about this in the past. The final referendum had a 99% turnout. Everyone wanted their say, and the decision was that it had been attempted murder and guy should go to Mt Olympus, rather than having any chance to live. The second referendum is based on claim size, and the owners of 99% of claimed land voted. Since there are hardly any individual claims more than 150 hectares, that means that the firsters and seconders must have put their claims into aliases. Alias-holders still get to vote, of course, but you do need to get your alias certificate reconfirmed before you do. The aliases office must have been busy that week! So, 99% of claims voted, but simple maths says just the firsters claims amount to 5% of the land. So at absolute maximum, 20% of the firsters'' claims didn''t get counted as voting. You can''t will your claim to a spouse, let alone a cousin or a friend, you can only pass it on to descendants by blood. Sacredy Jim has no children, so his birth claim ¡ª that which he received at birth ¡ª will become null and void on his death. The special status of the firster claims, however, means that if his father passes away without heirs, that claim will be distributed amongst the descendants of the other firsters. Ninety nine percent of claims voted, so there had to be seconders alive, re-confirming their aliases, and using the claims they''d inherited from their parents. It''s simple maths, and the referendum was, relative to anything else about Mars at the time, well reported on Earth. My conclusion is that just like pretty much everyone on Mars, the board knew there were seconders alive. Their failure to come forward and be counted (then assassinated), was of course convenient for the supporters of the status quo, and presumably over 50% of the shareholders agreed to it at least tacitly. The emergency shareholders meeting that has been called for Satursol 21st March in accordance with the rules of the corporation will, it seems, be held in the assembly hall of the Mars Council, in Dome 2, Mars. 57% of the shareholders have already agreed to this, so it''s decided. I find that statistic interesting since that means that at least one Earth government aren''t happy with how MarsCorp has been run. They couldn''t complain to the press, of course, under the terms of their share ownership. I really don''t know what the U.N. were thinking when they agreed to that rule, but its going to be a very interesting meeting; the Martian shareholders have no such restriction on them, so they can tell me their side of any arguments at the meeting. The country representatives can say whatever they like during the meeting (and it can be reported by the Martians), but if their governments let out one squeak about the governance of the Corporation to the press then they forfeit their shares. As far as I understand it, they''re not even allowed to say ''no we didn''t say that'', but I''m not a lawyer. (And Martian shareholders, don''t abuse this one bit; you don''t want to be ignored as a bunch of liars.) Was it, perhaps, the thought of this basically untenable situation that led the United Nations to say that full independence will occur only fifteen years after this reality? Really, I can''t imagine most governments totally avoiding any leak to the press at all for two or three weeks, let alone fifteen years, when other participants can speak freely. Other interesting features of the shareholder meeting, of course, will be the reactions of the shareholders should they examine the past accounts of the organisation (as is their right), and of course, the minutes of previous shareholder meetings. I understand that nothing in the corporation''s charter prevents the United Nations criminal court from demanding to see any of those either, and wonder if the Martian shareholders will be requesting that line of action by the end of the meeting. What I''m really impatient to know is how many of the governmental shareholders are planning to turn up (presumably by proxy). MarsCorp will of course be represented by their local leadership. I hope they''re going to be well briefed.
Mars office of International News, Frisol 6th March, 2272, 9am The middle-aged man requested entry to the dome politely and said ¡°Mrs Findhorn-Bunting, I''m here in order to sort-of answer a question your editor put to her Majesty.¡± ¡°You''d better came in,¡± Alice said. ¡°My credentials, as a crown officer,¡± he offered her a data crystal. ¡°Thank you,¡± Alice said, her wrist unit confirmed it looked OK, but of course slow-travelling light was going to take a while to reach Earth and come back to say whether it was still valid. ¡°Would you prefer me to return once it''s verified?¡± the man offered. ¡°For the moment, let''s assume you''re authentic,¡± Alice said. ¡°Thank you, Maam. The answer to your editor''s question, about if we could in anyway provide assistance, has I''m afraid been ''not really'', as I''m sure you''ve realised, but my colleague and I have tried to keep our ears open in case we learned anything about a threat to you.¡± Alice nodded, ¡°Thank-you. It always seemed a bit of a long shot.¡± ¡°But getting an ambassador to Mars in time for the shareholder meeting is also going to be rather tricky.¡± ¡°I''m not particularly surprised.¡± He swallowed, ¡°the fact is, Maam, their Majesties ask that you consider the position.¡± ¡°Me? Ambassador?¡± ¡°Yes, Maam.¡± ¡°I''m a journalist.¡± ¡°I know, maam, but you are a trustworthy and honourable person, known to be able to keep secrets, and also known as a friend of Mars.¡± ¡°It would present problems unless I withdraw from journalism, though, wouldn''t it?¡± ¡°I believe so, Maam. This isn''t a royal command, it''s a request.¡± ¡°Then I thank their majesties, but I think I''m declining. Would you like me to make an alternative suggestion?¡± ¡°By all means.¡± ¡°Eloise Maugh, currently secretary to the Mars Council.¡± ¡°And you suggest her, because?¡± ¡°I know and trust her, and she can also keep secrets: she left MarsCorp''s employ on being told something unpleasant about how it was run, it but has not revealed exactly what that was.¡± ¡°But she told you that much?¡± ¡°No, her brother did, as evidence that he had a personal interest in me not destroying the Martian economy.¡± ¡°Ah, yes. I presume that would be in connection with your interesting insurance policy?¡± ¡°Her majesty did suggest she''d like to read it. I presume it wasn''t too hard to break into with the right tool.¡± ¡°I wouldn''t know, Maam.¡± ¡°Would you have a need to?¡± ¡°No, maam,¡± he agreed with a smile, ¡°I''ll forward your suggestion, but if you would, please, don''t dismiss the idea immediately.¡±
Message to Alice F-B, Wed. 6th March, 2272 Dear Alice, Just a quick note, I understand you''re thinking of declining their majesty''s request that you function as an ambassador. What I''d like you to consider is that you''ve pretty much been one for the past two years, aiding the mutual understandings of the two planets. I''m assured by the palace that they''d have no objection for you to continue to write pieces of the nature you''ve been doing, and I believe you''ve told me that you two starting a family wouldn''t have much effect on the office there, as the staff you''ve hired would be able to put in some extra hours, in other words I guess you''ve got time to do it too. Ed Wentworth Editor in Chief, International News p.s. Whit Holder says if you don''t take up the post, then he''s been struggling (failing) for the last couple of months to think of another challenge for you for when this current excitement is all over and you tell him you''re bored. The only ideas he''s had are Earth-based.
Findhorn-Bunting complex, 7pm, Frisol, 6th March. ¡°He''s got a point, Alice,¡± Simon said, when she showed him the message. ¡°I know.¡± ¡°So?¡± ¡°I still don''t think I want to do it. Ambassadors are supposed to be respectable, reliable people.¡± ¡°You sound like Cecilia,¡± Simon said. ¡°Hey, she''d be great at the job,¡± Alice said, ¡°maybe. urm..¡± ¡°No she wouldn''t, Alice. You would be.¡± ¡°Everyone''s ganging up against me! I''m sure I''m not the right sort of person for the job.¡± ¡°Why don''t you talk to your friend at I.H.M. Get a dispassionate assessment. And pray about it too,¡± Simon suggested. ¡°I''m going to. I guess I should seek peace, too.¡± ¡°Not...¡± Simon said, and caught her as she collapsed ¡°...while you''re standing up,¡± he finished, adding a mental [Silly, adorable, woman.] to her, but not sure she could hear. [You like me doing it.] She replied, and was then properly gone.
Alice let go of her fears in the waters of the peace, but still wasn''t sure. She felt another presence there, human. [Hello, have we met? I''m Karen.] [I''m Alice. No, we haven''t met. Wow you''re hot!] [I know. Are you new to the gift?] [No, but I don''t have it in full. Our Lord gives and Our Lord takes away. Blessed be His name. I''ve been hidden away for the last decade or more.] [I don''t understand.] [I''m proof that you shouldn''t misuse the gift. Want the whole story?] [If you don''t mind. I need to stay around here until I''m cool.] [And I''d better not just give you a memory ball, had I?] [Probably not.] Karen agreed. Alice told her story, and then explained why she was here. [My Dad''s an ambassador. He says it''s a fun job. Always changing.] [Really? Not just boring meeting after boring meeting?] [There''s always one crisis or another, behind the scenes, ask Eliza! It''s not all pretty dresses.] [Eliza?] [My cousin. Very useful if you could talk to her, given the speed of boring old photons. If you can''t, I probably shouldn''t say more. Thank you, Alice for telling me your story, I accept the warning.] [Stay close to God, Karen.] [You too, Alice. Do call Eliza. Oh, and John and Sarah lost loved-ones in the Clear Sky attack, they survived. You might find it helpful to talk to them.] [Lots or people survive losing loved-ones.] Alice said, misunderstanding. [No, I mean they were there, John Williams and Sarah Smith, except they''re married to each other now.] [Oh! And they both have the power?] Alice had heard of Sarah Williams creating a big stir in all sorts of areas. [The gift.] Karen corrected [I know you might have doubts, but we all found it very useful for helping with making sure the city was really evacuated. I think we saved a lot of lives.] [I''m not as strict on myself as I used to be. I''m happy to save lives, check for assassins. I shocked myself and decided it was right to look for a missing teenager from church the other day.] [Was everything OK?] [Depends on what you mean by OK. Strong words and tears of repentance followed, so I guess so.] [Ah.] [So, you think I should call your cousin?] [Yes. Both of them ¡ª Sarah''s my third cousin.] If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Alice had dismissed it as coincidence that a young woman with an ambassador for a father father should be talking about it being useful for her to talk to her cousin Eliza. But Sarah Williams, nee Smith, heir to the Gemsmith corporation, had an ambassador''s daughter for a cousin and a cousin Eliza too. Famous ones. It would be entirely possible for Eliza Underwood to have the power. [Hold on... are you saying....] [You are trustworthy, but I am bound by official secrets laws, not to mention privacy laws. So I hope you can call her and enjoy chatting to her, Alice.]
Findhorn-Bunting complex. 7.30pm, Frisol, 6th March [Eliza? I''m Alice.] [Hello Alice. I don''t think I know you.] [No. I''ve just been thinking to your cousin Karen and she told me to get in touch. Sorry if I''m interrupting anything, your highness.] [Oh, stop that, I refuse to be called highness by a sister in gifting.] [{shock}you''ve got the gift?] [God''s got a sense of humour. You''ve not had the gift for long, I presume?] [I was given the gift when I was young. I don''t ever remember not being able to listen to thoughts at a distance. Quick overview: ] Alice gave a brief summary of her life. [So, now I''m coming to the end of what I think God intended as my task, freeing a million captives, not in at all the way I expected he would, and your parents-in-law seem to think I''d make a good ambassador to Mars, and what''s worse my husband and my editor-in-chief do too.] [Hmm, well. Sorry about that.] [You had a hand in it too?] [I just thought aloud at breakfast the other day that you''d done a massive amount of helping people understand each other. But I''ve got a question for you, Alice.] [Yes?] [Bob McDaniel, urm, do you know him?] [I know his work, but I''ve never met him.] [He''s an elder at the church I used to be at, and said that he''s not really been allowed to talk about his faith. I know you''ve mentioned yours quite a few times...] [Yes, but he''s more of a dispassionate news person, I''m more a roving investigator.] [Except that you''ve not been doing much roving recently.] [You don''t think Mars is far enough?] [I''m more thinking that in some ways by making your faith clear, you''ve closed yourself off from quite a few types of journalism, haven''t you? You''ve really become an explainer of cultures.] [Well, yes, I guess so.] [And without any disrespect for Bob, I think you''ve probably done far more for the kingdom. You said God had given you a great work, prepared in advance. Don''t you think that sounds more about more kingdom-building work than just freeing captives?] [What do you think I ought to be doing?] [Personally, (I''ll check of course with their majesties), I think I''d be very happy to hear you addressing crowds talking about what you knew before you left here, what wrongs you saw happening, how you thought it might destroy the economy, and realised the way to solve the problem was by convincing Earth that all our prejudices were wrong. And how looking back on it God led you to meet all the right people and ask all the right questions at the right time, blessed be his name.] [Amen.] [And while their majesties have necessarily been limited in what they could do, they''ve just asked me to let you know they have been praying for your work to ensure that promises are honoured. And alongside that prayer support they''ve been trying to ensure the widest possible distribution of your reports, encouraging foreign news agencies to take up rights, and so on.] [Really?] [Oh yes.] [Assuming you''re planning to accept the job... you are, aren''t you? Their majesties consider it likely to only be a part time position, by the way, and would be very happy for you to continue in whatever of your other roles you think would work.] [No one''s told me that.] [Well, no, I''ve only just asked them.] [You can talk and think at the same time?] [Well, think and write notes on scraps of paper.] [I get the feeling you use your gift more than me.] [Very useful in meetings, yes. Oh, by the way, me having the gift is a class epsilon state secret, and Albert and I having the power is a class delta.] [I needed to know that?] [Absolutely. Can''t have potential ambassadors accidentally blurting out state secrets, can we? That''s my job.] [Can I tell Simon?] [Urm... I don''t suppose he has the power does he?] [Yes] [Great. Simon? Hello!] Alice listened to Simon''s thoughts too, and heard his surprise. [Hi love, thanks for the blanket. I''m back on-line too, someone I met in the peace suggested I try to call someone famous.] [I''m Eliza, as in Prince Albert''s new wife, technically me doing this is a class epsilon state secret, but that just means Alice can''t tell you, oh and Albert having the power''s a delta. Please don''t tell anyone, it might get awkward. I''m just trying to persuade Alice to sign up as our ambassador. Feel free to add your thoughts to the conversation.] [{stunned}] [Oh, and please don''t call me highness. I''m just Eliza, or if you prefer you can call me Mystery ¡ª I''m known by all the thought-hearers in the civil service as Mystery Voice, with vague unspecified reasons to spend lots of time in the palace.] [That does sound like a safer name to use, Maam.] Simon said. [Then use it please, sir.] [And if Alice needed to confirm something with you then she could?] [Certainly.] [Not certain,] Alice said, [Since Mama died the only gifted person I''ve spoken to was Kate, and that was a one-off. God''s been hiding me while I healed, including in my seared conscience.] [Alice,] Simon thought [you look healed to me.] [I do? Praise God!] [What''s this?] Eliza asked. [Simon has an unusual gift, Eliza. We might be able, by God''s mercy, to hear thoughts and learn too much about people, but Simon sometimes gets an overlay of people and things as though heaven''s visual effects department have added colours representing health, pain, sickness, trustworthiness and the like.] [You can see untrustworthy things too?] [Yes,] Simon thought. [It''s been very handy when looking for bugs or sabotaged life support equipment,] Alice said. [Fortunately from the perspective of my writing that song, he didn''t think to use it on our stuff, just our friend''s.] [Wow. God is good.] A thought occurred to Eliza, [Does Kate know about it? She''ll want to document you.] [No. And Simon''s not going to Restoration in the foreseeable future.] [I don''t mind being documented, love.] [What about employed by the institute?] Eliza asked, [It''s written into their founding documents that they''d need to employ you, too.] [Well, if they want to set up a Mars branch, I''m sure the University would be happy. But, Mystery, you were talking about Alice working as ambassador?] [Yes, thank you, Simon.] [Wouldn''t that she need to be a civil servant for that?] [Good question, I''ll ask.] [And what would things like not leaving Mars, and pregnancy do to it?] [Also now on the list.] [Technically, I think we''re counted as citizens of Mars now,] Simon pointed out. [But you''ve not renounced your Earthling citizenship either. Obviously, you keeping your Earth job suggests you''re even more linked than most, Alice. But yes, life is complicated, and I''ll ask. Joint citizenship might be something you need to get the council to agree about.] [And are you thinking that it''d be a permanent posting, or were you planning to send out someone else?] Alice asked. [Mostly up to you.] [If you''re sending someone else, then you''ve got to decide in the next week or so.] Simon thought [Flights are starting very soon, as in the next few days, I think. Then you''ve got about a seven week window or you''re waiting a long time.] [Eeek, that soon! There''s no way someone could come later?] [Sorry, subject to divine intervention, after then you''re on very expensive flight plans. Getting here a few months before closest approach isn''t much of a problem, but getting here after Earth has zoomed past is hard.] [Let''s not make anyone drop everything that fast,] Alice said. [Please tell their makesties that even if I hate it, then I''ll try and stick it out until next cycle.] [Do embassies need staff and buildings?] Simon asked. [Certainly. Would that be best in one of the big domes, or somewhere stand-alone?] [If you''re talking about a little office, then you can probably go for renting in a big dome, although there might be a risk of being overheard.] Alice said, [If you''re thinking of the embassy becoming our residence, then please can our residence become the embassy instead? My furniture from home has just arrived and I really don''t want to re-arrange that, let alone move our crops.] [OK, on the list. Let''s say we do manage to send you some support staff, would you have space for some offices?] [There''s plenty of space for another dome or three on our claim.] [Great. Assuming their majesties decide to send you some staff, rather than hire locally, are we talking about people willing to farm?] [I think so. If not, they''re never going to be classed as more than tourists, plus bought food will eat a big hole in someone''s budget. But assuming you don''t want them to do it the MarsCorp way, someone should pre-order a dome for them, I''ve heard that they''re a lot of people who want to do it the ''hydroponics in their own dome'' way.] [What would people eat, then?] [Oh, well, there''s quite a number of people thinking that they could spare some food for help with the harvest, but otherwise most jits who have a complex will be working for gloop. Compared to the ticket price, a complex doesn''t cost much, and it means you get far more time for paid work or farming.] [And that''s the way you''d expect embassy staff to adapt? Have their own dome for farming and work for gloop?] [Assuming we''re only talking about two or three, I''m sure we could find someone to offer food in exchange for work, couldn''t we Simon?] [Probably. Or maybe MarsCorp would be willing to sell gloop to embassies, and then we could add something to liven it up a bit.] [Not just Cecilia''s thunderbolt, I hope.] Alice said. [What''s that?] [Cecilia Durrel, (nee Thornthwaite) ¡ª she''d probably want to say a big thankyou to their majesties for sending her out on probation, by the way, she''s a lovely Christian now. Anyway, she makes a Tabasco-style sauce which is way off the end of the normal hotness scale. It''s now called thunderbolt, apparently because someone said he wished he''d get hit by one before his head caught fire.] [That hot, eh?] [Yes.] [So, I''ve heard about root vegetables, tomatoes and now peppers. I presume leafy veg and greens are growing too?] [Yes. And plenty of small bush type fruit, and some people have apples, pears and citrus fruits. But there''s no arable, so no grains, not even rice ¡ª it takes too much space, and until some seeds arrived few weeks ago there was no local sugar production, either.] [So... someone who needs gluten free diet would be a good candidate?] [Very much so. As long as they''re not a sugar addict and don''t hate root vegetables. Potatoes, turnips, swedes, carrots, parsnips, beetroot, those are the sort of things we eat lots of for carbohydrates. And when a Martian says they''re going shopping, they mean they''re going to the market area to swap what they''ve got lots of or have preserved for something else.] [And meat?] [MarsCorp produce meat-substitute, not quite the real thing, but quite acceptable. Rabbit is also on the menu if you''ve got the produce or Earthling currency to buy it. Locals would barter vegetables for rabbit.] [And vegetables are expensive?] Eliza asked. [It''s supply and demand, Mystery.] Simon replied [For all that it''s now a tradeable, the Martian kilo is still considered to be only slightly more than a kilo of fertiliser, someone would have to have seriously too many vegetables to swap a kilo of vegetables for what you get for free after you''ve finished digesting them, for all that it''s a valuable resource. Four or five Martian transport kilos for a kilo is much more likely.] [Gulp.] [Exactly. The thing is, there''s no way you can feed Mars even with freeze-dried imports, so it''s local produce or nothing.] [But the gloop...] [Isn''t enough.] Simon thought [It only just about manages to feed the people in the big domes, and produce compostable left-overs of course, but let''s not mention that.] [Thanks,] Eliza thought [I think I''m starting to understand more. You''re never going to take enough freeze-dried food to feed you for a cycle, are you?] [I suppose you could.] Simon replied [You''d need something like a hundred and fifty grams a day, if you''re hungry, so a hundred days is fifteen kilos, and a cycle is just under eight hundred days... so about a hundred and twenty kilos. There goes most of your cargo allowance, but you could do it, just.] [Thanks... one question... Alice, would you mind if I told their majesties you''ve got the gift? They know I have it.] [Not at all.] [Thanks.]
The Palace. ¡°We have an ambassador to Mars.¡± Eliza reported. ¡°Alice Findhorn-Bunting''s agreed?¡± the queen asked ¡°Yes. She says that she''ll stick with it at least until we can send someone at the next cycle. I didn''t realise, but if we''re going to send anyone then they''re leaving somewhere between now and six weeks time at the absolute latest. She didn''t think it was fair to expect anyone to drop everything for such a total change of lifestyle in such a short time. It will mean farming, for everyone we send there, basically there''s no sensible alternative. Expect local produce to set you back four or five Martian transport kilos per kilogram, otherwise.¡± ¡°We''d do better to send freeze-dried, then.¡± ¡°Yes. Alice''s husband tells me that''s going to work out at something like a hundred and twenty kilos for one cycle, in other words most of someone''s cargo. But we could certainly send people with enough freeze dried food that they don''t need to eat gloop, though Alice was suggesting they could mix local produce with gloop. Oh, does the name Cecilia Thornthwaite mean anything? Sent to Mars on probation.¡± ¡°Was she the one with the dangerous boyfriend?¡± the Queen asked. ¡°No idea, but anyway, she''s now a lovely Christian, is married, and Alice says she''s sure she''d send thanks for sending her out as a probationer.¡± ¡°Oh, that''s good news,¡± the King said, ¡°I do sometimes wonder if it''s worth it, but it obviously worked in her case.¡± ¡°It sounds like quite a wide-ranging conversation,¡± the Queen said, ¡°I take it you got contacted by the gifted person on Mars?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Eliza said, with a little smile. ¡°And Alice and her husband know him or her?¡± ¡°Mummy, Eliza''s smiling her ''I know a secret'' smile,¡± Albert noticed, ¡°Let me guess, Alice''s husband is the one with the gift?¡± ¡°No, Alice herself. She really shouldn''t have been able to end up so far from God, but it''s a warning: having the gift is no guarantee of a lifetime close to God. It is possible to abuse the gift, and God takes action against those who do.¡± ¡°We''ve just nominated someone with the gift to be ambassador?¡± the queen asked. ¡°Handy, eh?¡± Eliza said. ¡°In moments of real crisis, instant and secure communication is possible. But she''s learned from her past: she''s not going to use it just because it''ll save some time.¡±
News report for Mars and Earth publication. Wedsol, 11th March, 2272. Someone has a sense of humour. I''ve just been formally designated as my birth-country''s ambassador to Mars. Normally being an ambassador would make me a civil servant, to be sent hither and thither at their Majesties'' pleasure. They''ve decided that''s not really appropriate in this case. Normally being an ambassador would mean that I get to live in an embassy. Since no one''s worked out a way of moving a field yet, and we''re not planning to abandon our crops and proven topsoil thank you very much, the Mars Council has agreed that our claim, and those of other people who get named as ambassadors, can be counted as embassies. So, tourists, spacemen and Martians from home, you have someone who you can talk to if you really need to. I can''t promise to help; I expect that talking to people at the Mars Council is going to be more helpful in most circumstances. But, if you need me, then I''m not moving home. Bear in mind that just because I''m ambassador for the next cycle, that doesn''t mean I''m staying ambassador, and if I''m not ambassador, then my claim won''t be the embassy any more. It looks like embassies are going to be moving around any time an ambassador changes. Confusing, eh? So, I do get to watch how well MarsCorp respond to embarrassing questions on Satursol 21st, which is going to be interesting. But unfortunately only interesting for me. Although I''m only going to be ''part time'' ambassador, because I now represent their Majesties I am not going to be able to tell you about any matters of interest I happen to hear at the MarsCorp shareholders meeting, unless every shareholder agrees. I mustn''t talk to anyone in the office here about what happens, either. Or discuss matters of concern with my other part-time role. I can''t even talk to myself? How could they do this to me? I wonder if the majority of shareholders might agree to strike out the whole ''you can''t talk to the press'' bit. My sanity would certainly appreciate it! If you''ve been reading my articles and listening to my reports you''ll know that I''ve always seen openness and transparency as key factors in reducing opportunities for corruption and malpractice, so if the matter does come to vote then although I won''t be able to report on it unless the motion is carried, I''m sure you can guess what sort of things I''ll have said. But maybe there are benefits for certain things to remain hidden. After all, we instinctively recognise that there are some conversations that should stay private, like between a doctor and a patient or husband and wife. I think there could be some conversations like that during the shareholder''s meeting. While not all the shareholders are in fact legally adults, I''m sure everyone at the meeting will be able to at least pretend to not be jits.
Magazine article for Mars and Earth publication, Frisol 13th March By now, I hope you know that the firsters and their direct descendants have 51% of the MarsCorp vote between them. But how many votes does each person have? Frank Gandhi is an easy case, since by 2208 every firster who died had at least one child who inherited, and by then there were thirty-eight firsters and seconder children who''d inherited. Thus, Frank has a thirty-eighth of the 51%, or 1.34% of the votes. Amazingly, given the accident and assassination rates amongst firsters and seconders, it seems none of those lines have actually died out. The rule stated in their document simply states: ¡°51% of votes shall be shared in perpetuity between the first wave colonists and their direct descendants. The votes of those who die with issue shall be shared equally among their surviving issue. The votes of those dying without surviving issue shall be reapportioned as though the deceased person never held votes.¡± It sounds simple enough, but it does get complicated. It means that to work out if someone has a vote you need to know exactly who is descended from whom, which is fair enough, but also who on the family tree is still alive, and where each deceased person''s votes went. This gets messier than you might think because apparently a number of seconders and thirders went and fell in love, so there are allegedly some thirders who stand to inherit votes from four firsters. If they have inherited depends on how many of their forebears survive. The Council''s big books will need to be opened and family trees drawn, probably with the help of relatives. I don''t know if any cross-indexing was ever done. Let''s hope so. If there was a complete and accurate computerised record of the sort that MarsCorp wanted to instigate, it wouldn''t be complicated, but of course it''s always easy to calculate votes when there are no survivors. Visual effects / Ch. 27:Shareholder meeting

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Council Assembly hall, Dome 2, Mars. 9am, Frisol 21st March ¡°Frank! Good to see you!¡± Alice exclaimed, ¡°You''re going to get a seat at the big table.¡± ¡°I do?¡± ¡°All shareholders holding one percent of votes or more get a seat there.¡± ¡°And I''ve got that much?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°I believe you.¡± ¡°What I don''t want to do is be in Eloise''s position of trying to work out exactly how many votes everyone else has. She''s Council Secretary these days, and keeper of the big books.¡± ¡°Doesn''t it just depend on land, then?¡± ¡°No, it depends on who is descended from whom and how many ways the vote is split.¡± ¡°Oh, right.¡± his eyes were sparkling, Alice noticed. There wasn''t much wrong with Frank''s mind, despite his ninety years. ¡°Good job I brought the forest then.¡± He held up a little notebook. ¡°The forest?¡± ¡°Lots of trees. Family ones. Some things, you don''t even trust to the Council. It''s not very up to date, but I expect it''ll help. I was Council secretary for a few decades, you know?¡± ¡°Eloise!¡± Alice called, ¡°I think Frank''s your knight in shining armour.¡± Eloise had been desperately trying to work out what she was sure ought to be the cross-referencing system in the big books, cross-linking the record of parents and their children. It certainly had seemed to be it when she''d done some spot checks earlier in the week, but when she had started following the references for the first registrants it seemed to have fallen apart. She''d just told Alice that she was thinking she might have to resort to trying to rebuild everyone''s entire family tree. Frank had been helped into the room by his son. Once his father was safely seated beside Eloise, and explaining the way that he''d obfuscated the records in the registers, Scaredy Jim asked, ¡°Alice, just to be sure, there''s no spies or assassins around are there?¡± ¡°Spies as in people who''d report details of that conversation there, for instance?¡± ¡°Or tell people who''d send assassins, yeah.¡± ¡°No assassins. There are some shareholder representatives who''re arriving on very expensive flight plans in time for tomorrow''s meeting. You won''t want to tell your home address to them. Before you ask, none are planning any lethal force or carrying any bomb or poison.¡± ¡°What about plagues or kinetic energy weapons?¡± he asked. ¡°None. Nor are any of them capable of rigging a reactor to explode. And since that''s just information which might be sent later, I''ve checked and there''s no one in the Solar System who''s planning to get them that information at the moment.¡± ¡°So, there are some bad guys, but they''re not very bad?¡± ¡°Exactly. And in line with the restriction on reporting what happens here, we''re going to have a ban on recording devices. Simon and some others from the university are going to rig up detectors to make sure no one brings them in.¡± ¡°They''ll be detector-proof, surely.¡± ¡°Simon''s going to have help. Have you ever met Cecilia, as in creator of the infamous Thornthwaite thunderbolt?¡± ¡°Urm, don''t think so.¡± ¡°She''s a lovely young woman but she''s also very good at being scary. I expect the punk-rock haircut helps.¡± ¡°Hold on, you mean the Durrel''s new daughter-in-law?¡± ¡°Yes, her.¡± ¡°Good voice, interesting hairstyle.¡± ¡°Ha! I should have known you''d not be thinking foodstuffs. She''s going to be on one of the scanners, Simon on the other. Between the two of them I don''t think anyone''s going to get through.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°Feel free to ask her. I''m not allowed to tell you.¡±
Council Assembly hall, Dome 2, Mars. 9am, Satursol 22nd March In the end, they''d put up notices and also had some volunteers announcing in loud voices: ¡°In accordance with the rules of secrecy for this meeting and by decree of the Mars Council, no recordings, audio or visual, may be made of this meeting. Please hand all recording devices to the staff. If you absolutely must have your wrist unit with you then be aware that there is no network connectivity to outside the room, you are required to cover the lens with a tamper-evident sticker and have it beside a local noise generator which may damage the microphone. Tampering with the sticker will result in your detention. Attempting to smuggle in a recording device will result in its permanent confiscation along with any other suspect items.¡± The representatives of the three major shareholders decided such rules didn''t apply to them and ignored the staff waiting to accept their recording devices. First they passed through the detectors. As the Indian representative entered, the detector bleeped loudly, and the man was led away by guards from the prison for further searches. The other two felt smug, and were surprised to be stopped by two people wearing blue-painted breather-masks and anti-glare goggles. Someone had written around the mouthpiece ''let no lie pass''. ¡°You are required to swear before us that you have no recording device.¡± the woman said, first in English, then in passable Mandarin and finally in Russian. Cecilia hadn''t got very good grades in international languages, but she had taken them. ¡°I have my wrist unit,¡± the Russian said, in impeccable English. ¡°Do you wish us to subject it to a local noise field reaching a hundred and forty decibels, (which could cause structural damage to the microphone and other sensitive parts) and put a sticker on the lens which might leave a permanent residue, or would you like to turn it in for safe keeping?¡± Simon asked from behind his mask. ¡°I''ll hand it in.¡± ¡°I suggest you also hand in your other evesdropping devices. My colleague here has a very suspicious mind, and suggests that it is easy to conceal bugs in clothes.¡± ¡°I will also hand in my wrist unit and other innocent electronics devices,¡± the Chinese man said. ¡°We don''t mind the innocent ones,¡± Cecilia said. ¡°Just the ones that might breach our privacy laws.¡± [He''s just thought of his tie pin, Cecilia.] Alice supplied. [Heard him.] ¡°If you''d like to come this way, sirs?¡± Cecilia said, turning the man and, putting some of the skills of her ill-spent youth to good practice, detached his tie clip with a quick motion. ¡°This honourable gentleman has decided to hand in his wrist unit, this small spy device, and maybe some more things too,¡± she told the awaiting staff member. [Simon says the Russian''s briefcase is trustworthy in the same way your thunderbolt is as mild as a mother''s milk,] Alice passed on. [I pity the poor kid, then,] Cecilia thought back. ¡°Your briefcase should stay, shouldn''t it sir?¡± she asked the Russian representative, pointedly. ¡°I do not know what you''re talking about,¡± he bluffed, deciding she had no way to discover the microphone in the lining, and picking it up. ¡°You''ve just decided I can''t discover the microphone in the lining.¡± She gave a whistle and some security guards jogged over, ¡°Microphone in the lining of the briefcase. I am also quite suspicious of his shoes and his immaculately tailored jacket.¡± ¡°Right, sir, one full strip-search and scan. Anything suspicious will be permanently confiscated as will this briefcase. You were warned. If we find all your clothes suspicious, then we have some prison issue overalls you may borrow.¡± The Chinese man removed his own shoes, collected some paperwork from his briefcase, and left it with the staff-member. Watching it all from the doorway had been a reporter from the Mars branch of International News. His boss might be in the meeting room already, but he knew exactly how to submit his report.
News article, for Earth and Mars publication Privacy rules bite MarsCorp shareholders Having gone to extreme measures to turn up to the shareholder''s meeting on time, you''d have thought that the shareholder representatives would have read the warning notices about not trying to invade the privacy of firster Frank Ghandi, and the other seconder and thirder shareholders. But no. Protesting his innocence, at least on his way towards his interview with truthsayers, the Indian delegate entered the room wearing overalls normally restricted to prisoners ¡ª some scoundrel had wired his jacket and trousers with a complete array of electronic devices. The gentleman from China quickly realized that the Council is fully able to carry out the threats issued and that no illegal recording or photography was going to happen. The Russian delegate tried to bluff and while he retained his clothes he was submitted to a very rigorous search after the confiscation of his briefcase. The question of why they were so keen to record the meeting will no doubt be widely speculated upon, but it is clear that should other attempts be made at exterminating all the descendants of the brave firsters, a photographic record of their faces would be of great assistance to any would-be assassins. Our readers who wonder why security inside the venue was so strict while there was no apparent security outside would do well to consider why so many people were milling around outside the meeting room and yet so few going in at the time the delegates arrived. The fact of the matter, of course, is that most of the shareholders were already inside, just in case, and those outside were volunteers. A number were recently rehabilitated crims, for whom we assume the five hectare thankyou from the Mars Council for being part of the crowd will be particularly welcome. Some among them found it particularly satisfying to see high officials of their previous regime, which had deported some of their fellow inmates more for daring to speak against the system than actual crimes, getting a little taste of even-handed justice on Mars. Should the even-handedness of the system be challenged, I report that the following security incidents occurred: A fourther tried to enter with a minature recorder ¡ª confiscated. A locally based representative of an Earth government was forced to hand over his wrist unit. A seconder tried to enter with a camera ¡ª confiscated. The step-daughter of a seconder was initially excluded as having no biological link and so no vote. At her request (on the basis of private statements to her by her mother), paternity tests are being carried out. If confirmed then she will have a right of entry, as a seconder herself. A locally based woman representing an Earth government was surprised and embarrassed to learn that, contrary to propaganda, her nation has no shares in MarsCorp. She later received confirmation that she had no right to attend and that it had been a mistake from a junior clerk to suggest she should try. A locally based man was found to have falsely claimed to represent an Earth government.
9.30am, outside Council Assembly hall ¡°I hereby swear my Mum said I''ve got firster blood,¡± the woman said. She was about thirty. ¡°Truth,¡± Cecilia confirmed. ¡°But she didn''t say who my biological father was.¡± the woman, Francine, said. ¡°Truth.¡± Cecilia confirmed. ¡°So, on that basis, and based on your age, you''ve got a chance that your mother was entirely truthful, but that you''re a thirder with no vote yet, and another chance that you''re Scaredy Jim''s half-sister, again with no vote.¡± Claudia Fedira pointed out. ¡°I think you''re still excluded until the results come back, sorry.¡± ¡°I wish I''d thought of trying to get the paternity test sorted out earlier. I was just reading that article about the journalist visiting Scaredy Jim''s home that got me thinking of coming ¡ª you know, the bit where Jim asks Frank if the gold code was a list of his girlfriends? I thought, well, there''s always a possibility that my mum was one. And there is my name, but that was my mum''s grandmother''s name too.¡± ¡°If you don''t mind me asking, you''ve never wondered who your dad was?¡± Cecilia asked. ¡°I knew exactly who my dad was,¡± Francine replied, ¡°I just didn''t know who got my mum pregnant when she was young and stupid. She started dating Dad soon after I able to walk, so I don''t remember anyone else.¡± ¡°Sorry. Bad question,¡± Cecilia apologised.
Council Assembly hall, 10.30am, Satursol 22nd March ¡°I believe,¡± Alice said calmly, ¡°quite strongly, and indeed with evidence on my side, that that was the biggest amount of cods''wallop and jitsplurt I''ve ever heard, and now the three major shares-holders have said their set pieces, as dictated by their respective governments, I''ll say mine. If the acting company secretary could please pass out the extracts from previous minutes my earthling government has collated, please? Thank-you. For the past sixty something years, my earthling government has been raising the issue of why the promises of self-determination made to Frank Gandhi and his colleagues have been missing from the MarsCorp plaque, and whether this implied a decision to deny those promises had been made. Each time the issue was raised, a motion to defer to the next meeting was made and carried by a majority vote, that is to say by the big three voting together, and after the first few votes the rest decided they might as well abstain for all the good it did. Let it be noted that this issue was first raised long before the firsters and seconders went into hiding. I think we all know who stood to benefit the most from their death or removal from the public scene. ¡°So, I will say my piece. When I left Earth I guessed a number of things: Firstly, that MarsCorp was selling Martians gloop instead of imported biomatter; secondly that MarsCorp shipping was vastly overcharging MarsCorp manufacturing; thirdly, that MarsCorp manufacturing was treating Martians as an indentured labour-force of land-owning serfs, paying them with gloop-derrived biomatter, at a cost to the Corp of an amount well below what the United Nations has decreed as subhuman wages. "These were guesses, understand. I felt they were well-founded but they were guesses. If the other divisions of MarsCorp hadn''t been so critical to the life of almost a million Martians I''d have probably said the whole management ought to be in jail and the big three shareholders who''ve been running the Corporation as they saw fit and totally ignoring the views of the minor shareholders, brought before a special session of the United Nations court. Those were my surmises, my guesses. I also knew that attitudes on Earth to Martians were very negative. ¡°My earthling government has been working behind the scenes, doing what it could to encourage Martians to study on Earth, in the hope that this would help with the attitudes such as those recorded in the minutes of previous shareholders'' meetings. It did, but not to the extent they''d hoped. They also granted the freedom of information request that helped me form a better picture of what was going on. ¡°So, why did I come? Partly because I hate corruption. But mainly because God spoke to an obscure physicist and told him to tell me a message that turned my upside down life back the right way up again, and part of that message was that from God''s point of view I had a job to do. A big one. I thought at the time it was freeing a million captives, but actually I think God wanted me to do something else. Not just expose lies and replace them with truth, not just free captives, but to make it clear that He is the one Martians should be thanking, not me, not my government. He is the one who has been working far more subtly and surely than any other. He is the one that allowed me to stumble across sources and information I needed to reach my conclusions, He is the one who has encouraged and strengthened me, He is the one who will ultimately judge those responsible for the diminished crowd we see today. He is the one who caused the first group of assassin''s reign of terror to be halted by heart-attacks, infections and the like. He is the one who caused the second assassin to develop an allergy to the sabotage fluid he applied to breathers. ¡°Let it be understood by everyone here that the Martian currency is no longer so much gloop. Let it be understood that MarsCorp can be a profitable corporation, that MarsCorp manufacturing is inherently profitable, just not to the amount that the money-grabbing major shareholders have demanded. Let it be also known that according to sources I''m not going to reveal, the management of MarsCorp have in the large part bowed to the shareholder''s demands grudgingly, and that some of the strange decisions we''ve seen, such as not having spare captains for the Jupiter-class vessels, have been a calculated ploy against the day that the shareholders demands for mass immigration become irresistible, and instead of a thousand passengers with cargo they pack in about five thousand per vessel as per the design criteria set out by the shareholder''s meeting fifteen years ago. ¡°MarsCorp has not, I believe, been the consummate corporate bully that conspiracy theorists paint it to be. Yes, the chief executives have bowed to pressure from the big three shareholders, which they carefully applied away from the what limited scrutiny this meeting could apply, but I do not believe that the present incumbents believed they had any option other than resign and stay very quiet. Understand, shareholders one and all, that a country that sponsors assassins on Mars can be assumed to have no qualms aboutassassinating a few executives who threatened to kick up a fuss about what the big three shareholders wanted. So, how can I dare to stand up and accuse Russia, China and India of these terrible things, when they might have assassins to send after me? Firstly because I love truth, secondly because I hate corruption, thirdly because I know the one who judges empires and brings princes to nothing and I''ve discovered that I''m much much more afraid of disappointing Him than I am of death. I don''t think I''m afraid of that at all, actually.¡±
12.45 p.m., Anteroom of Assembly hall. ¡°Frank Gandhi,¡± Claudia Fedira said sternly, ¡°your misspent youth lasted quite a long time, didn''t it?¡± ¡°Uh oh.¡± he said to no one in particular, with the air of an unrepentant schoolboy, ¡°I think I''m in trouble.¡± ¡°Meet Francine,¡± Claudia said. ¡°Hi. Do I know you? You sure remind me of someone.¡± ¡°That''d be my mum, I expect. I''m told I look like her.¡± The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. ¡°Urm. Remind me of her name, will you?¡± ¡°Cosette.¡± ¡°Oh! Of course. Lovely girl, full of life.¡± ¡°Not any more,¡± Francine corrected, ¡°fifteen years ago, she and dad were out at the other claim, and had a life support failure, then their breathers failed.¡± ¡°My deepest sympathies. I presume your dad was Theo?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I was sorry to lose her, but she was right, it was too big an age gap. I couldn''t keep up with her.¡± ¡°You mean she dumped you?¡± Francine said. ¡°Of course. I''d have married her if it was up to me. I don''t suppose she mentioned me ever?¡± ¡°Only that she''d dated a firster,¡± Francine said, ¡°Turns out it was you.¡± ¡°It''s nice to meet you, sorry, memory glitch, what did Claudia say your name was?¡± ¡°Francine.¡± ¡°Oh, I remember, she said she''d got a grandmother called that. So, Claudia, what have I done wrong?¡± ¡°Not so much, I guess,¡± Francine said, ¡°It clearly wasn''t all your fault if mum dumped you.¡± ¡°Have a seat, Frank,¡± Claudia offered. ¡°You''re gearing up to tell me something,¡± he accused. ¡°More of a question really, Frank,¡± Francine said, ¡°It looks like mum named me after her grandmother and my biological father. Want to meet your grandkids?¡± ¡°I''ve got grandkids?¡± he sat down heavily. ¡°Only four so far,¡± Francine said. ¡°I''ve got a beautiful daughter and grandkids!¡± Frank said in wonderment, ¡°Four?¡± ¡°Congratulations, Frank,¡± Claudia said. ¡°Grandkids! Where''s Jim? Jim!¡± he shouted, ¡°Come and meet Cosette''s girl! this is Francine, Isn''t she pretty!¡± ¡°I''ve got a girlfriend, Dad,¡± Jim said, and drew a breath so he could repeat his oft-stated gripe about not being into cradle snatching, unlike his father had been. Frank interrupted. ¡°You''ve also got a half-sister half your age.¡± ¡°Paternity test result officially recorded ten minutes ago,¡± Claudia offered the data crystal. Frank waved it away. ¡°I''ve got four grandchildren, Jim! Four!¡± ¡°Two boys, two girls,¡± Francine supplied. ¡°Well, that''ll liven the place up a bit,¡± Jim said, ¡°you''d better come and have a look at the family plot, sometime. Very nice to meet you. Maybe dad''ll let up about me letting down the family line now.¡±
3.45pm ¡°I have a technical question, from my son, who''s recently gained his doctorate in chemistry,¡± Anna asked, ¡°I''m not sure this is the correct venue, but I''ll ask it anyway, if I may.¡± ¡°Go ahead,¡± Frank Gandhi said. He''d become the unelected chairman of the meeting after the MarsCorp official who''d been running it had left. His leaving the meeting was probably because Frank had told people to pass round the crate of rotten vegetables that he''d brought, after the official had raised the topic of a vote of thanks to the Earth-based shareholders for sending representatives to Mars. ¡°It''s in two parts,¡± Anna asked, ¡°Firstly, why is MarsCorp importing nutrients, rather than using what''s here? It''s not like there aren''t plenty of minerals and fusion reactors on this planet. Secondly: he has developed a profitable processing chain for improving regolith. His entire claim is now improved regolith, along with those of some friends as he''s been perfecting the process. He has considered setting up in competition with MarsCorp, but given the size of the planet he feels that perhaps it might be advantageous to have MarsCorp as a business partner, and wonders what they''d offer for a hundred-year license to use his method. I think the question for this meeting is do we ask the MarsCorp directors of terraforming and on-planet operations if there are still strategic reasons that they are using almost the most expensive terraforming and regolith improving methods available?¡± ¡°When you say ''profitable'', could you state what he''s charging clients?¡± someone from MarsCorp asked. ¡°I meant profitable in the sense that at today''s prices for the chemical products he gets from the process, he could employ someone to drive his contraption over unclaimed land and pay for another contraption in about three months, as long as the driver drove carefully and didn''t break anything. Which I count as pretty unlikely, actually. I''d say it is a fragile money making prototype right now. But I see no inherent reason it shouldn''t be a rugged money-making production model.¡± ¡°I''m only a junior manager in MarsCorp terraforming, but I think we''d be very interested, maam. Especially since at the moment we have to subsidise the regolith improving machines.¡± [I hope you weren''t listening at the key-hole, Cecilia,] Alice thought to her, [I almost heard that whoop from here.] [I do not want Ben to decide he needs to dedicate his life to keeping that contraption working,] Cecilia replied. [And there''s no key-holes, I''m just sitting at the desk, in case someone comes in. I didn''t make it touch the metal of the dome.] [Hmm. And whose thoughts are you listening to?] [Anna''s. She suggested it actually, just in case.] [Hmph.]
Council Assembly hall, 6pm ¡°Alice, can I have a word?¡± Frank asked after the meeting had finished. ¡°Of course, Frank.¡± ¡°Did you mean it? What you said?¡± ¡°Which bit? Why am I asking? Yes, every bit.¡± ¡°Even the bit about not being afraid of death?¡± ¡°Yes, Frank.¡± ¡°Me, I''m personally terrified of it, always have been.¡± Alice did a double-take. ¡°Why are you on Mars, then?¡± ¡°Because I thought I''d try and beat my fear into submission, if you must know. I''ve been trying to pretend it''s not there for the last seventy years. Why aren''t you afraid of it?¡± ¡°Because I know God, Frank. He''s let me go through some tough times, but he''s always been there for me. He''s disciplined me, and helped me grow through it, and he''s real Frank. I know I''m not making it up, or falling for a convenient lie.¡± ¡°Jim''s told me you''ve got a lot of unusual insights.¡± ¡°That''s one way of phrasing it, I suppose. Any particular reason you want to keep on rejecting God''s rescue package, Frank? Or is it just stubborn pig-headed rebellion against what you know is right, sensible, etc?¡± ¡°Maybe you ought to start at the beginning.¡± ¡°In the beginning, God made everything which is seen and unseen and set up the rules of the universe so you could be here talking to me... Like that you mean? Talk to my physicist husband for more details.¡± ¡°No, I mean, what''s this about God''s rescue plan?¡± ¡°Frank, I know you''ve heard people telling you about Jesus.¡± ¡°Yeah, yeah, good bloke, knew more tricks than you. What''s this about rescue?¡± ¡°Frank, you do know you''ve got every reason to fear death, don''t you?¡± ¡°I do?¡± ¡°Yes. I''m pretty sure that right now you do. And you trying to pretend you don''t is rather silly. And you trying to do anything so you don''t need to be afraid is no good either.¡± ¡°I''m too late now, you mean?¡± ¡°No, Frank, I mean that by the time you''d started eating solids it was too late. The bad news is you need to be rescued, your dome has a leak, and you''ve been trusting in a breather which is a dud. That much need of rescue. The good news is that just over twenty-two hundred years ago, God launched a rescue mission, and all you need to do is ask.¡± ¡°Why didn''t anyone tell me this before? Oh, I remember. I wasn''t listening.¡± ¡°So, why are you listening now?¡± ¡°I''ve got grandkids, Alice. Can you believe it? Grand-kids! Four of them!¡± ¡°That''s more important than your eternal destiny?¡± Frank looked at her for a while, before saying, ¡°No, but it makes me sit up and listen. I mean, Henry, that''s Anna''s dad to you, was always saying it was a almost a dead cert that we''d all have grandkids and at least one of us would live to see MarsCorp keep their promises, because he''d asked his God for it so often. I laughed at him, oh, how I laughed, twenty years ago. Yet here I am, with grandkids and MarsCorp keeping their promises.¡± ¡°God is good, Frank.¡±
Mars Corp Press release, 7pm, Satursol 22nd March, 2272 Following policy changes brought in at today''s shareholder''s meeting and recent geo-political events and cultural shifts which affect MarsCorp operations, it is anticipated that the high rate of return on MarsCorp shares enjoyed by shareholders during the previous few decades will come to an end. Also, certain executives will find their pay reduced as a result of the dissatisfaction of the shareholders with the results of a number of policies and practices that have caused some concern. The budgetary proposals accepted by the shareholders involve increases in investment and staff training, the cancelling of the proposed interim dividend to shareholders, and instead a new round of investments will be made by the corporation in a number of on-planet facilities which will eventually relieve the dependence of the colony on Earth-imports. Furthermore, the risk to Martian society of a technical problem during comet handling operations was addressed. A comprehensive strategy of technical measures along with additional resources will be brought on line to aid with contingency preparedness for such a potentially devastating situation. One such resource might involve, for instance, a cluster of ''sheepdogs'' and a cometary mass kept in Mars orbit.
Paper submitted to Advances in Space Research, Frisol 27th March _Strange phenomena of high frequency unshielded circuits in high vacuum: a preliminary summary_ In this paper the authors explore a number of strange phenomena associated with unshielded circuits in space-like conditions. It is proposed that the dangerous discharge events that they are known for is merely a side-effect of other properties observed in laboratory simulations. These properties include: development of an unusual multi-lobed force structure over a 10mm distance, capable of imparting a restoring force beyond the breaking strength of the circuit board; capture within this structure of baryons of numerous energies in a non-emitting configuration; release of these captured baryons as power is removed, at energies very similar to their initial state. Physical probing experiments have determined that the structure that forms is a cluster of needle-like projections, approximately centered on the resonant circuitry, but that the structure is not merely magnetic or electromagnetic in nature. Tests using collimated beams of alpha-particles lead the authors to conclude that the multi-lobed force structure acts as a collecting area. Observations carried out during a radiation storm show the structure capable of storing high energy protons and neutrons. No distinguishable differences have so far been measured between capture and release energy. Electron beams show deflection but no significant reduction in intensity. The (isotropic) radiation burst that follows release would clearly have disastrous effects on surrounding data-processing elements, and the force structure has been observed to cause physical deformation of surrounding materials during initiation. The authors reluctantly conclude that it is necessary to propose these force structures are in some way mimicking nuclear capture processes, and the properties of the force structures observed do not match those of normal forcefields.
News Report, Satursol 28th March Martian scientists discover new forcefield After years of study and careful observation, attempting to disprove what they suspected, a team of researchers at the university of Mars have published their findings about a new forcefield that is not like any forcefield you''ve ever met. Firstly, it''s not flat and slippery, instead it is a series of spikes. If you know your Earth animals, think of a hedgehog or porcupine. Secondly, rather than forming in the middle of two emitters, this field is single ended. Doesn''t that sound interesting? If only our physicist friend could make it longer than a centimeter ¡ª a few hundred thousand kilometres would be fine, we don''t want much ¡ª then we could whack any stray comets to one side from a nice comfy armchair on Phobos. Well, maybe not, but we can dream, can''t we? Getting back to reality, thirdly, this forcefield seems to act like a very efficient radiation collector. You might think that sounds great, but the radiation all gets out again in one burst when you turn the thing off. Hmm, definitely not what you want as a radiation shield, but possibly useful in radiation detectors, as long as you''re in a vacuum. One intriguing possibility is what happens when you throw lots of protons and neutrons at the thing, if they''re hanging around and kept in one place. Our physicist friend declared that there was no way it''d be forming a black hole, but he didn''t rule out the idea that the hedgehog might turn into, say, a portable fusion generator. Wouldn''t that be interesting? Research, as they say, is continuing.
News brief for Mars Publication, Monsol, May 12th Warning of immanent code orange The Mars Council, having received a warning from the Institute for the Human Mind on Earth, passes on the following warning. Extreme vigilance is recommended on board all ships en-route to Mars. A number of individuals on certain space transports (both colonist and tourist routes) have in their possession (cabin baggage) certain rare chemicals that are known to render a breather liable to fail at an accelerated rate. The Council has been handed a list of the ships and how many individuals on board have the relevant chemicals. In keeping with the normal policy in such matters, passenger names have not been provided. The chemicals are not directly poisonous, though some people are allergic to them, but the council is not aware of any use of them beyond certain industrial processes and the aforementioned sabotage. Any person carrying industrial chemicals in their cabin baggage should report them to the ship''s crew, along with their reasons for having them. Ships'' captains or other crew members are invited to discuss such revelations with the council, for the convenience and safety of their passengers. Ships'' captains are asked to ensure that passengers are made aware that landing of such chemicals on Mars without prior approval is a criminal offence, and that possession of them will be considered by the Mars Council as evidence of an intention to commit invisible sabotage and murder. Passengers on the relevant ships should expect significant delay as their luggage and, if necessary persons, are searched for this dangerous contraband.
Mars Council offices. Frisol, May 24th, 10am ¡°Mack ¡°, Alice warned, ¡°Code orange. Shuttle piloted by Geoff Crow.¡± ¡°We got them,¡± Mack replied. Two men who were now on their way to maximum security jail, had each had had a vial of the deadly fluid. ¡°I guess an accomplice who didn''t used to be a carrier, or maybe an innocent courier.¡± ¡°And you can''t help more?¡± ¡°I just have, remember?¡± ¡°More more?¡± ¡°I recommend a luggage search, clothing search, strip search, and if you still don''t find anything, a body cavity search and stink-stuff search.¡± ¡°Thank you for not much, Alice.¡± ¡°Sorry, Mack. I''m giving the warning, but I''m not going to using my gift just to make someone''s life easier. There''s a big difference. For the record, though, any ship with a carrier has three assassins, and there are no assassins on other ships.¡± ¡°So we might end up catching the carrier but have two assassins on the planet?¡± ¡°It''s possible. But maybe they''ll think again about their chosen life once they get here. Plus of course there''s the possibility of intergovernmental cooperation. ¡°Eh?¡± ¡°The thing about Earth governments, Mack, is that in general they''re quite aware of what the other is planning, who spends time with who, that sort of thing. I imagine the council could ask some relevant questions and get answers, pictures, histories, that sort of thing. If you want me to send some pictures home, for instance, I''m sure it wouldn''t be too hard.¡± ¡°Like passengers on that shuttle?¡± ¡°What a good idea. No promises, but asking is free, and it''s only, what, a half-hour round trip for light these days?¡±
Orbital transfer shuttle, 10.15am ¡°Ladies and gentlemen, this is the pilot speaking,¡± Geoff Crow said, ¡°In about fifteen minutes, we would normally be doing the deorbiting burn. I''ve just been told that we''re not cleared to do that manoeuvre yet, because there''s someone on-board with the same chemicals you''ve all just been searched for. So, if anyone picked up something or was given something by one of the men showing on your displays right now, please tell the flight attendant really soon.¡± ¡°This is ridiculous! They''ve checked everyone''s luggage already,¡± one man protested. ¡°Mine, they did not search,¡± the elegantly dressed woman, who the passengers knew would be the ambassador from China to Mars said. ¡°I asked why not and they said they had found their two criminals.¡± ¡°They didn''t search mine, either. But they''re saying that Father Boris is a criminal?¡± another woman asked. ¡°Yes, a murderer dressed as a priest,¡± the ambassador replied. ¡°He gave me some water from the river Jordan,¡± the woman said, in fear. ¡°He gave almost everyone some water from the river Jordan,¡± the first speaker corrected.
Secure reception area, Mars spaceport. ¡°Would you come this way please, Maam?¡± the security officer said, after a number of people had been called for searches. ¡°An ambassador''s person and baggage are not subject to search in civilised nations,¡± the Chinese ambassador stated. ¡°We know your status, maam,¡± the official said. ¡°And yet you persist?¡± ¡°And so I ask you to come this way, Madam ambassador.¡± ¡°And if I refuse?¡± ¡°Then, madam ambassador, I would have to ask for advice. But I will make it clear that by accompanying me thorough that door, you are in no way accepting any kind of search.¡± ¡°I would not be?¡± ¡°No, Maam.¡± ¡°Then I will accompany you. My member of staff, also?¡± The officer made a quick decision and said ¡°Yes, maam. Please do bring your baggage, we will not be returning here.¡±
¡°Madam ambassador, welcome to Mars,¡± Mack said, ¡°as chair of the Mars Council, please accept our apologies that you are involved in this security alert.¡± ¡°Mr chairman, do I take it that you are not intending to search me?¡± ¡°Madam Ambassador, we have no desire of causing any diplomatic incident. I presume that you and your staff member are not planning to murder anyone?¡± ¡°Of course not.¡± ¡°Then there''s no need to search you, is there? What there is a need to do is offer you welcome, and a cup of tea. I do not claim it is as good as you are used to at home, but what I have, I offer.¡± ¡°Thank you. You don''t think the assassin you''re after would say the same thing I did?¡± ¡°Personally, I expect the assassin would not come with diplomatic credentials from your country, Maam, since so far they''ve all come from one source.¡± ¡°All? I thought you''d only caught two so far.¡± ¡°The one who left, we''re pretty sure where he came from, the two captured are from the same place, as are all the assassins we''ve identified presently en-route, yes, Maam. Quite why they should send us quite so many of their trained assassins to lock up, I really don''t know, but if they really want to get rid of them then that''s their business, I suppose.¡± ¡°I think the word you''re looking for is pig-headed persistence. You plan to execute them?¡± ¡°For possession of a banned chemical which we''re very deliberately not naming? No. For smuggling an industrial chemical without a good enough reason? We''ll probably lock them up.¡± ¡°This tea seems so fresh.¡± ¡°I picked and dried them this morning,¡± Mack said with a shrug. ¡°Fresh picked tea? I am honored indeed! Thank you. You don''t think the assassins will get instructions on what to claim is their reason?¡± ¡°Personally, I think our friends in MarsCorp would be rather unhappy to transmit such a message, don''t you?¡± ¡°Surely you don''t think the law abiding citizens of MarsCorp would interfere with people''s messages, do you?¡± ¡°I have every confidence in MarsCorp operatives continuing to protect the interests of the corporation, and they do, after all, consider themselves a quasi-government.¡± ¡°Hmm. That''s an attitude that is going to need to change.¡± ¡°You''re on Mars, Madam Ambassador. Very little doesn''t change.¡± ¡°Oh? What doesn''t change?¡± Alice entered just in time to hear that question, and answered. ¡°As far as I know, Madam ambassador, old people still regret doing stupid things, young people still fall in love, and babies still keep their parents awake. Mack, urgent message via I.H.M.''s contacts ¡ª my husband''s a truthsayer, maam, and I''ll probably sign up too one day, too. Could the lady ambassador here please send a message home, there''s an interesting debate on at the U.N., and while you''re having a friendly chat, China are getting nervous about due courtesy, and so on.¡± ¡°Interesting debate?¡± the Chinese ambassador asked, typing a message home. ¡°Yes. Given that quote ''unknown actors'' seem intent on ensuring that the Martian shareholders in MarsCorp either die or play dead, should the timetable for independence be brought forward? India are formally abstaining, but publicly stating that they don''t know what the point is in having shares when all dividends have been cancelled. Russia declared it was all part of a smear campaign against them, and your country said they''d like to know what''s happened to you.¡± ¡°And my wrist unit has been off since I left the space transport. I may tell of your ability?¡± ¡°I assumed you would.¡± ¡°I am curious why you speak of it so openly.¡± ¡°Because keeping it a secret would lead to suspicion, and my government do find it useful that when necessary they can discuss things with me faster than light.¡± ¡°I wish we had such capabilities,¡± the ambassador said, glancing at her assistant. ¡°I am Ai Chen, assistant to lady Ambassador,¡± the assistant said, bowing formally, ¡°I also have hearing thoughts power, but is no one in our government with the Christian gift.¡± ¡°I hope you do not think I indicated there was in ours either,¡± Alice said, ¡°I only meant that they know how to get in contact with such a one.¡± ¡°I think your country has more than fair share, and ours has none.¡± ¡°None?¡± Alice queried, ¡°I would be very surprised if there were none. But perhaps the one or three do not want attention.¡± ¡°And those of your country do?¡± Ai Chen asked. ¡°Not particularly, but any government can contact the Institute for the Human Mind, and then contact can be made. Perhaps less official methods can also be developed as trust is built.¡± ¡°Language barrier makes explaining things difficult.¡± Alice shook her head, ¡°not at all. God knows all languages, after all. His gift is not limited in that way.¡± ¡°And you claim that they are entirely above playing politics?¡± the Ambassador challenged. ¡°Entirely? no. After all, they are human. But I will claim that they will not deliberately break confidences or state secrets nor put lives at risk.¡± ¡°You seem quite familiar with these unusual abilities,¡± ¡°I''ve had quite a few discussions with them, and with my government about them, yes.¡± She looked at the ambassador''s assistant, ¡°Would you wish to be contacted by one with the gift? I could pass on such a request. Would you wish it, madam Ambassador? If so, would you prefer it to be someone who is a subject of your nation''s laws and understands sensitivities, or someone to whom any knowledge of your internal politics is second hand, so will perhaps be less emotionally involved?¡± ¡°Deep questions after a tiring day,¡± the ambassador said. ¡°Indeed,¡± Alice agreed. ¡°I think any official response to these questions can wait,¡± she''d heard the assistant decide it would be lovely if Alice could put her in touch with someone from home, especially if the person could pass on messages to her brother. Alice decided she''d ask someone to contact Ai Chen, unofficially. The conversation continued, for a bit longer, moving onto other matters, when Alice got a call from someone near the United Nations. [Well done on getting the Chinese on board, Alice.] [Hello Vivian! I''m not sure I can claim to getting them on-board, all I did was pass on the message. I''ve admitted to being a thought-hearer, but that''s all. Ai Chen, ambassadorial assistant, is also in the room and would hear you if you''ve got more to say.] [I have more to say. Hello, Ai Chen, Alice says you will hear me. Tell Alice if you wish me to listen to your thoughts also.] [Lady ambassador might not want her to make that decision herself,] Alice warned. [Or you may discuss it with your superior. But first I will tell the news: the Chinese government has stated that their ambassador has received an honourable welcome on Mars, and they look forward to friendly discussions with a new, independent trading partner, and as a gesture of friendship they cast their vote in favour of this state for Mars. But they ask if the planet can cope with such a rapid change, or would prefer a longer transition period.] Alice indicated to Ai Chen to relay the message. ¡°One has spoken to me, to us.¡± Ai Chen said, and then spoke to the Chinese ambassador in excited Chinese. ¡°Interesting news, Mack,¡± Alice said, drawing him to one side, ¡°Consider this your fifteen minute warning for boring old light to catch up with.¡± she repeated the message and then added, ¡°so, I''d call together the council if I were you, so you can be ready with an answer. Do you want independence tomorrow, next week or next year?¡± ¡°Oh, let''s not rush things, Alice,¡± Mack said, ¡°I expect it''ll take a few weeks to get things sorted down on Earth, and we''re all going to be pretty busy until after the inrush, anyway. And we''ll need to send an ambassador to the U.N. if nowhere else, I guess. Who do we do that to?¡± ¡°Don''t look at me, I''ve got too many jobs as it is. How about an intelligent wanna, who''s been avoiding going home for a few years, because she''s pretty sure she''ll hate it when she gets there with nothing to do, and has just decided she might get to like it here now she can get sugar?¡± Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 1: Institute Effects of Secrecy

Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 1:Institute

Thurs, 29th June 2276, 11am, Institute for the Human Mind [What do you mean ''get Simon to look at him''?] Kate asked. [Forget I said anything, Kate. It was probably just a silly thought.] Eliza replied. They were discussing an applicant to the Association of Truthsayers, who admitted he hadn''t been telling the whole truth during his interview. [You did mean Alice''s Simon?] Eliza sighed, [Yes, Kate.] [But he''s a physicist, not a physician or a psychologist.] [I know.] [So... how would he be able to help?] [{reluctance}It''s not my place to say, Kate. I shouldn''t have said anything really.] [But you think there''s a chance he might?] [It''s possible, Kate. I''ve no idea really.] [I know you get called Mystery a lot, but this sounds really mysterious.] [It''s just something you don''t know, Kate, that''s all.] [And you''re not going to tell.] [Of course not.] [I guess I''d better call him or Alice then.] [I''m saying no more, Kate,] Eliza thought [I''ve probably said too much already.]
11.10am, IHM [Alice?] Kate called, [Eliza''s just sort of hinted that Simon might be able to help me with a problem I''ve got.] [Oh, did she? What''s the problem?] [Applicant to the truthsayer association, glows as reliable, glows as a Christian, glows as honest, but he''s not giving consent for me to scan him. Medical forms say he had amnesia but he''s all but admitted that''s a lie, he said it relates to a strict vow he''s taken. On the scanning front, he''s happy enough in general but only if I promise I won''t look at memories connected to his past at all.] [Hmm.] [What does that mean?] [Among other things, it means I''m not sure I''d use the gift on the guy.] [I didn''t, not to scan him.] [Good. How did Eliza get involved?] [He''s joining Security, you know they like agents with the power to join up. He came, but was pretty nervous.] [Oh, OK. But how do you think Simon could help with this?] [I was telling Eliza, I don''t really don''t feel I can give the guy my full approval without scanning what he''s thinking while he''s facing a dilemma, but if he''s worried about what I find he''s bound to have it lurking, isn''t he? She thought ''maybe you could get Simon to take a look at him'', and then clammed up.] [Good for her. For the record, I don''t think he''d be able to help.] [Alice What are you all hiding from me?] [If I told you, I think I''d put you in a difficult position, Kate.] [Me?] [Yes, you.] [Why?] [He''s not planning on ever leaving Mars, as far as I know, let alone moving to Restoration. He''s having far too much fun with his hedgehogs.] [Hedgehogs? Oh, his odd force fields?] [Yes.] [Why would him not coming to Restoration put me in a difficult position?] [According to Sarah, your little family''s pretty well balanced.] [Hold on, you''re talking about the Institute?] [I really should go, sorry,] Alice said. [Alice, please?] [What?] [What are you talking about?] [Your prime directive, Kate. Bye.] Kate felt like she wanted to scream from behind her truthsayer mask. She probably would have, if she wasn''t being watched by the interviewee. ¡°Were they able to help you get anywhere?¡± he asked. ¡°Sorry, James. Lots of discussion, but nothing useful at all.¡± James Montgomery shrugged, ¡°I''m not really worried, Maam.¡± ¡°The thing is, it probably counts as a black mark against you, in terms of your career.¡± ¡°I did tell them I didn''t think I should be applying.¡± ¡°What I''m going to say is that although you were not willing to take the final exam with someone with the Gift checking your thoughts, you''ve passed all the tests you took, and I have no doubts about your honesty or integrity.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°It''s the truth. But can I give a reason for that refusal?¡± ¡°I guess it comes down to religious reasons, doesn''t it? I just can''t agree to something that''s likely to result breaking my vow.¡± ¡°You''ve heard of the woman known as Mystery Voice?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°She said she''s going to need to ask you some questions about whether that vow impacts on your service to the crown, either directly of via me.¡± ¡°I''m willing, either way. I don''t take vows lightly.¡± ¡°I''ll tell her,¡± Kate said, and tapped on her wrist unit. A few seconds later, James heard a voice he''d heard before. [James, is there any conflict between the vow and your oath of service?] Eliza asked. [Not as long as their majesties don''t demand I speak of what I''ve vowed to keep secret.] [And is that secret in any way related to anything illegal, or damaging to the crown or country?] [No. Not unless it is illegal to leave my medical files saying I have amnesia when what I said was I couldn''t answer. I can''t answer those questions, maam, not without breaking my vow.] [Very well, James. The law allows you mental privacy.] [Thank you, maam.]
Thurs, 29th June 2276, 11.30am, Institute for the Human Mind [Simon, this is Kate. Are you interruptible?] [Hello, Kate! Long time no chat. I''m just doing some weeding.] [Weeding? I didn''t think anyone had imported weeds to Mars!] [Well, there''s some grasses around, which would be weeds in the wrong place. But actually this is more a case of getting rid of last seasons'' crop from where some of it obviously escaped harvest and we want to put something else.] [Oh, right. Alice tells me I shouldn''t be asking you about something.] [I find it''s always good to listen to good advice.] [Why does me talking to you have something to do with the Institute''s prime directive?] [I''m happy to tell you as a friend, Kate. But you''ve got that other role too, and I''m just not sure I should tell anyone connected to the institute.] [You''re saying you''ve got something we''d want to document.] [I wouldn''t be surprised; I''ve got a different gift, not a human ability, and not really linked to the power.] [Oh wow.] Kate''s mind reeled at the possibilities. [But I''m not signing up as a staff member of the Institute, unless you plan to set up a forcefields-related branch on Mars.] [Alice said something to that effect too.] [So, it''s probably better if I don''t tell you more, isn''t it? Because all you''ve got at the moment is some unsubstantiated rumours and deliberately vague claims, and that doesn''t force you to do anything.] [I''m supposed to investigate rumours, even, depending how specific they are.] [Oh. Sorry. I said too much, didn''t I?] [Just enough to get me burning with curiosity, but not enough to make me offer to bankrupt the institute or lose my job if you don''t bite. Thank you Simon. I guess I need to talk some things through with the staff here.]
Thurs, 29th June 2276, 12.15pm, Institute for the Human Mind [Sarah, John?] Kate called, [are you free to talk? I''ve got a dilemma.] [Is it urgent? We''re in a meeting.] [Not really. Call me when you''re free, can you?] [Will do.]
Thurs, 29th June 2276, 6pm, Restoration. [Hi, Kate,] Sarah called. [Is now OK? We''ve got about half an hour.] [You''re being kept busy.] [Yes, lots of business things. What''s up?] [I hate secrets. Eliza knows something about Simon she''s not telling, and Simon told me that I shouldn''t ask, but told me a bit more anyway.] [Simon?] [Alice''s Simon, as in Mars.] [Oh. What?] [He''s got a different gift. Unspecified, except that Eliza''s accidental hint involved getting Simon to look at someone.] [But he doesn''t want to say more?] Sarah asked. [He says he''s happy to as a friend, but he''s not leaving Mars or giving up his forcefield research. And he''s worried that if we knew more then the prime directive would kick in.] [He''s got a point,] John said. [I know. I''m just burning with curiosity.] [So other than trying to get us curious too, what do you want to talk about?] Sarah asked. [Should the institute look to set up a Mars branch?] [Oooh. Complete with research staff, fortress, psych-counsellors and UN reporting restrictions?] John asked. [I imagine the fortress would be hard, but that sort of thing, yes. Or at least a cooperation with the Mars University.] Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. [That sounds more plausible, really, doesn''t it?] Sarah asked. [Except for the relative wages, yes. It''d be cheaper to send someone out there for a few years than employ a Martian researcher for however many kilos per day, like the university offers.] [And there''s no other way?] Sarah asked, [Can''t we find some people who''d like to be part of it and build slowly? Like with the truthsayer branch?] [I guess so, probably.] Kate said [But I think I''d like there to be someone from the Institute helping set it up.] [Who?] Sarah challenged. [I don''t know.] [Don''t even think me or John, Kate. We''ve too many responsibilities here on Earth.] [I know. I can''t think of any staff member we could do without, really.] [Pray about it, Kate.] [I will.]
Thurs, 29th June 2276, 9pm, Restoration. ¡°Pete, love. I have a silly question for you.¡± Kate said later that evening. ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Have you ever thought of going to Mars?¡± ¡°No. Why?¡± ¡°I''m playing with crazy ideas.¡± ¡°I don''t think I''d make a good farmer, Kate.¡± ¡°Me neither. I told you they were crazy. I''ll keep thinking.¡±
Mon, 10th July, 11pm. [James, a question for you.] [Mystery?] James was surprised, he was in the middle of a field exercise on basic training. [Yes. There''s no pressure, I''m asking almost everyone with the power. Would you look favourably on an assignment to Mars?] [Mars? The planet?] [Yes.] [Err...] [Please think about it. I''ll call back in the next day or so. Oh, and apologise to your instructor from me for distracting you.] [The one trying to sneak up behind me?] [That''s the one. You actually heard her?] [Her decisions.] [Really? You''ve got a long range!] [I know, Maam.] [But no headaches?] Mystery asked. [You mean the pain? No maam.] [Please consider Mars then. It''d be a diplomatic protection role. ''Bye!] [Goodbye Maam.] James thought and then whispered into the night ¡°Mystery sends apologies for distracting me, maam, but I was aware of your approach from when you decided you ought to be safe from me hearing you at ten metres.¡± ¡°Hmph,¡± Pris said, standing up. ¡°So, if she hadn''t distracted you what would you have done?¡± ¡°I expect I''d have looked round in case I could see you with the night vision goggles, before you got to the swampy bit, maam.¡± ¡°Very considerate of you.¡± ¡°I try, Maam.¡± ¡°So what is your range?¡± ¡°It depends on different things, Maam. On a damp night like tonight, about twelve metres.¡± ¡°Hmm. So, what was Mystery distracting you with?¡± ¡°She asked me to consider an assignment in a particular location.¡± ¡°Not courier service, then?¡± ¡°No, Maam, diplomatic protection.¡± ¡°You''re fast, you''re strong, you''ve got stamina, and you swim like a fish but she wants to put you in some embassy building where you can get bored and fat?¡± ¡°She said she was asking almost everyone with the power, Maam.¡± ¡°Oh, Mars!¡± ¡°Yes, Maam. Did I give some clue?¡± ¡°It''s just that time again, James.¡± Pris said, ¡°at least you won''t get fat there.¡± ¡°Time, Maam?¡± ¡°Their majesties decided about two years ago that if having one and a half thought-hearers on Mars is a good thing, then having three or four would be even better.¡± ¡°One and a half?¡± ¡°Mars is an odd assignment, James. Very very odd. The ambassador is also a journalist, and only a part time civil servant. Her husband is not a civil servant at all. Since it might have a bearing on your decision, I have prior clearance to tell you they both hear thoughts. You may not pass it on or discuss it with anyone, though of course Mystery knows.¡± James shook his head, ¡°I applied to join the police force, Maam.¡± ¡°I know. And you got bullied into joining Security instead. What do you think about the idea of adjusting to a new culture, growing your own food, and needing to wear a breather when you go outside?¡± ¡°I don''t know, Maam. I really don''t know. I dreamt about going into space as a kid, but.... I think I need to pray about it.¡± ¡°Turn in, James. You''re not going to learn anything staying up all night, you''re good enough to be on staff anyway.¡±
Wednesday, 12th July, 9am. [James?] It was Mystery Voice again. [Hello, Mystery.] [At their Majesty''s request, I''m trying to make a bit of sense of your file. My impression when I first spoke to you was that I wasn''t the first person with the gift you''ve thought to. Is that right?] James hesitated, [Yes, maam.] [You registered with the police as an undocumented immigrant, age about sixteen.] [Yes.] [At that time you spoke slightly accented but fluent English, stated you''d had an accident and hit your head, but couldn''t tell any more. Your medical records agreed, your DNA didn''t match anyone else''s but you''ve got some ancestry here.] [That sounds possible.] [But you weren''t born here, or your birth would be on record.] [I believe you maam. I don''t remember being born.] [Few people do. You then attended high school, and studied law at university, during which time you became a naturalised citizen, and then applied to join the police force. The recruiters looked at your grades and declared you''d be wasted in the force and shunted you into the civil service instead.] [Yes, maam.] [When did you become a Christian?] [As a child, Maam.] [Do you remember your parents?] [I didn''t, immediately after the accident. But yes, maam.] [But you won''t speak of them?] [I took a vow.] [I understand. You''ve now finished basic training with top marks, and you did exceedingly well in theory and self defense too.] [Thank you, maam.] [Pris tells me that you have a range equivalent to someone with the pain, which I''ve never heard of anywhere in a man. So, what I''m presuming is that you originated in an isolated and secretive community and for some reason you left it.] [Please don''t ask too much about it, maam, but yes.] [Your vow, yes. Are you still in contact with your birth community?] [I have occasionally heard from them, Maam, but I don''t know how to make contact.] [How did they make contact?] [Must I answer?] [Does it impinge on your vow?] [It gets close, maam. But not quite.] [Please tell me all you can, James.] [Might I have your vow, Maam? It would make it easier to reply, if I knew you would not speak of it to others or write it down.] [I vow that I will preserve your secrecy and will not deliberately pass on what you tell me to any other, unless you reveal some crime.] [{relief} Thank you, Maam. Like this, maam. There is a member of the community with the gift, but I expect you do not know them.] [{shock}] [I did not really fit in at home, so I chose to leave. I took my vow to the one with the gift. I am contacted, perhaps once a year. I am not asked for state secrets or anything like that, but I suppose in some ways I might be called a spy or a reporter. My community are isolated, and would hear little of what happens in the wider world without me and a few others like me.] [What would you think of going to Mars?] [I wouldn''t mind. It would be yet another new culture to learn, but that''s OK.] [What would your community think of you going to Mars?] [I think they''d find it interesting to hear of life there, maam. They wouldn''t object, certainly. My life is my own.] [Where does your loyalty lie, James?] [Ultimately, to God, Maam.] [And after God?] [I will keep my vow to keep my people''s secrets, and I will keep my vow to the king of this country, which has given me shelter and home and friendship, even without knowing much about me.] [May I write down that you have spoken to me of leaving your isolated home community, and that your leaving was not forced but accepted on both sides?] [Yes, Maam.] [Would you say that most people at home are Christians?] [Yes, Maam, almost all. And you may write that down too, if you wish.] [Thank you. I''m going to recommend you do go to Mars, James. Here on Earth, there''s the possibility of you eventually being assigned to a position of conflicting loyalties at some point.] [You mean permanently?] [Would that be a problem?] [No, Maam. Except.... urm.... it''s not good for man to live alone.] [Do you have a girlfriend?] [No, Maam.] [Mars is a different sort of posting, you''ll have Martian citizenship when you''ve been there an Earth-year, and you can''t avoid that without dying. Try not to fall in love with someone born in another nation on Earth, that might get complicated. But it would certainly help you decide to stay there permanently if you married a born-Martian lass, with no desire to see Earth, wouldn''t it?] [It would maam. And their majesties would have no objections?] [I''ll let you know before you leave, which will be in mid-October on a three-month flight, as that will allow you to take maximum cargo. Expect your formal notification of assignment in the next couple of days.] [Thank you, Maam.] [Thank you, for thinking freely to me, James.]
Wednesday, 12th July, 10am, the palace. ¡°Maria, you asked me to drop by?¡± Eliza knocked on the half-open door of the head of field operations. ¡°Yes, your highness,¡± Maria replied, ¡°sorry for asking you to come to me, but...¡± ¡°My time is not as constrained today, I know. Not a problem.¡± ¡°I see some more notes on young James'' file.¡± ¡°Yes. I''ve spoken to him at some length, after taking a vow not to pass on much of what he said. The amnesia wasn''t faked at first, but I get the feeling his head injury was self-inflicted to cause it.¡± ¡°So he is a spy?¡± ¡°Sort of, he admitted that, but not really. More of a reporter or foreign correspondent, I think. Like I wrote, he''s from an isolated secretive community, and he left by mutual consent after taking a vow to not speak of it. "I''ve no idea where he''s from, but we''re talking extreme isolation, I think. He says that without him and a few like him they''d have no idea what was going on in the wider world.¡± ¡°How''s he contacted?¡± ¡°I know, but it''s covered by my vow to him. What I can tell you is knowing what I know now, I''m treading very carefully indeed.¡± ¡°You are treading carefully?¡± ¡°Not sticking my nose in where I shouldn''t. I don''t want to upset God. We don''t have a need to know more of James'' past.¡± Maria digested that for a while, before asking ¡°What does he think of Mars?¡± ¡°Happy enough to go, his only concern was about whether he''d be allowed to form a relationship. I told him I expected so, but I''d ask their majesties.¡± ¡°He didn''t think he should check with home before going?¡± ¡°He said he thought they''d find it interesting, and said as long as he can keep his vow to keep his people''s secrets, his life is his own.¡± ¡°But we don''t know where his people live.¡± ¡°No. He didn''t object to me suggesting Mars would be a good place, to avoid future conflicts, but I heard a bit of a thought about that being really unlikely.¡± ¡°So you think his people might be living secretively amongst the general population?¡± ¡°No. Then they wouldn''t need him as a reporter, would they?¡± ¡°Sorry, silly of me. I wonder where they are.¡± ¡°Well, you''re into secrets that God is keeping there, Maria.¡± ¡°You''re not saying he''s from space or something, are you?¡± ¡°No. He thought the thing about having genetics from here was pretty likely.¡± ¡°The thing I find interesting is that it might be you and I have genetics from there.¡± ¡°I noticed that. A few hundred years before ''princess Sarah'' is a lot of generations back, though. Want me to ask about it?¡± ¡°I expect he won''t say anything.¡± ¡°Me too, but I can ask.¡± ¡°Best not to. We don''t want him knowing who Mystery Voice is, do we?¡± ¡°Probably not.¡±
Wednesday, 12th July, 5pm, new recruit''s training area. James knocked at the door to his superior''s office. ¡°You sent for me, sir?¡± ¡°Yes. One formal letter of assignment, one covering letter from the palace, and one data crystal full of articles from our ambassador which you''re expected to at least skim-read in chronological order as pre-orientation material. Given that they''re talking about life on Mars, some of the earlier ones are out of date.¡± ¡°Lots of things change there, I''ve noticed.¡± ¡°Yes. Do you like folk-music?¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± ¡°Good. Can''t stand the stuff myself, but you liking it might help you survive the crazy place. Our ambassador will have been sent your file, so don''t be too surprised if you get contacted directly.¡± ¡°Thank you, sir.¡± ¡°You would be well advised to take some refresher courses on international languages, in terms of dealing with other embassy staff. Don''t bother with Russian, for the moment though.¡± James had been wondering. Russia had had no diplomatic ties with Mars since the colony became independent and that didn''t look likely to change.
Wednesday, 12th July, 5.30pm Back in his room, James read the letter of assignment which didn''t tell him more than Mystery had done, and then the covering letter. ¡°Dear James, thank you for your replies to Mystery''s questions. You will be assigned to the staff of our ambassador on Mars, Alice Findhorn-Bunting, as per the attached assignment letter. Regarding your query about social contact, Mars is considered a full ally and your assignment is considered long term. Therefore, the formation of romantic attachment to either a born Martian or an immigrant originating from here would not present problems. Obviously as a crown representative we expect that you will be guided by the highest ethical standards and also by the advice of our ambassador in this matter. We would, however, strongly recommend against the formation of romantic attachments on-board the ship out. If you do find yourself drawn in such a direction, please discuss the matter fully and frankly with the ambassador. ¡°Please be aware that communication links to/from ships in transit to Mars are not considered secure, and you should follow the relevant procedures for secure messaging over an unsecured network for all communication while on board, whether of a personal or official nature. HRH Albert.¡± James was surprised to see that prince Albert had signed the letter. Had he written it personally? It seemed like it. He also scratched his head at that last paragraph. How was he supposed to have an full and frank discussion with the ambassador when every single byte of data was going to be deducted from a one-time pad of random data he''d have to take with him from Earth, and therefore normal procedures didn''t allow more than a thousand words of personal messages per day? He''d have to ask. Not that he was planning on falling in love on the ship.
Friday, 28th July 2276, 11am, Institute for the Human Mind ¡°Right,¡± Kate addressed the staff meeting, ¡°As you know I''ve been struggling with the idea of launching a branch of the institute on Mars. I''ve finally got something that sounds like it might work, I''ve got the agreement of the ambassador on Mars, the Mars Council and the Mars University, whose toes we might be trampling on otherwise.¡± ¡°Congratulations,¡± John said. ¡°I''ve also talked to MarsCorp who said it sounded quite useful, and managed to convince the accountants too. There''s just a couple of little snags.¡± ¡°Please?¡± Ivan whispered to Janet, his wife. She nodded, knowing roughly what was coming next. Ivan, in his mad scientist voice said, ¡°Tso, beloved leader, how many of ze brainz do you need?¡± ¡°Two,¡± Kate answered with a smile, ¡°perhaps three.¡± ¡°But ve only have two in ze cupboard...¡± ¡°Thank you, Ivan. I need two or three volunteers, to help set things up out there. That is to say, two or three people to catch the flight out in mid-October, which arrives in early December. Then they''d give final interviews, give training, set up equipment, and unless they really want to stay, catch the flight home at the end of January or very early February. Two months is the longest stay that can be arranged shorter than two and a bit years. In terms of who I''m looking at... I''m looking for a counsellor, a brain-scanning expert, and an electronics expert. Sarah can''t go, because of her other commitments, and I''m not going to force a couple apart for five months, so John''s not on the list for the first spot. That means you or me, Will. Then, for the next two I''m thinking either Ivan and Janet as a couple or Horrace on your own and we''d hire local help for you if needed. ¡°This is going to be a joint operation with the University, under our rules. That''s to say the U.N. are willing to extend the anonymity rules, the council are perfectly happy with that, the university will be offering staff who''d then be part-time with us, and part time in their present roles. The building will be on their site. There are a number of strange things that the university have been working on, and they''d love to have access to one of our scanners. Publications would be jointly with the university. MarsCorp have a few of cases a year of space-trauma that they''d love to be able to treat on Mars rather than Earth, so that''s one income stream, and there''s a growing diplomatic staff there as well. Also, there are Martian residents who might be interested in talking to someone. Talking to our ambassador friend, we imagine that they''d be paying in kind, that''s to say something like a kilo of foodstuff for an hour''s counselling. That might not sound like much, but a kilo of veg is roughly worth five Martian transport kilos, so the accountants are very happy at the idea. Everyone has the idea that Martian living means that you''re subsistence farming, but the latest news from Mars is that the services industry is beginning to pick up. Any questions?¡± Will spoke up, ¡°When you say you or me, are you thinking alone?¡± ¡°No. I''d be taking Pete. Are you thinking of telling us why you''ve been smiling quite a lot recently, Will?¡± ¡°I was, yes. Rachel said yes on Saturday.¡± He and Rachel had been going out for a long time, ¡°Wedding date set for six weeks time. Urm, were you serious about a long term posting, Kate?¡± ¡°You want to go?¡± ¡°Rachel''s brother''s there already. She''s spoken of going one day, but I''ve not told her you were thinking of a branch... I thought it was all just dreaming and didn''t want to raise her hopes.¡± ¡°OK, Will, let''s discuss this later. Ivan, Janet, Horrace? Any thoughts?¡± ¡°I''m happy to go,¡± Horrace said. ¡°That''s good,¡± Janet said, ¡°because I''ve been sick the last few mornings. It looks like our family''s growing.¡± ¡°Congratulations!¡± Sarah said. The rest of the staff echoed the sentiment. Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 2: Starting out

Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 2:Starting out

Departures lounge, Oct 14th 2276. Over the previous week, James Montgomery had handed over his vacuum-safe luggage, ordered fertilizer, and loaded his hold luggage into the cargo pod. Then he''d filled the remainder of his cargo pod with insulation materials and freeze-dried food so he didn''t need to eat gloop. Earlier today, he''d presented his credentials at the spaceport, been weighed, allowed to shed some water in the facilities provided, been re-weighed, and passed into the inner sanctum of the waiting area. It was hard to imagine, he was going to Mars! That was a first among his people, he was fairly sure. He wasn''t the first one into the waiting area, but unless something had gone badly wrong, he wouldn''t be the last. In the waiting room so far, there was a couple with a five-year old boy (playing rockets) a few couples who were mostly contemplating the future in each other''s eyes and another group of three ¡ª two men and a woman, who obviously knew each other. One of the men was bemoaning the fact that he''d be wasting such a long time going with the other two. It seemed to be a good natured conversation, going over well-trodden ground. James guessed that the single man was on a tourist plan and the couple were settlers. There was quite an age gap, so he wondered what the relationship was between them. [James,] he heard, [are you really doing what I think you''re doing?] It was Karella, the gifted woman from his home. [High Councillor, I prayed you might speak to me some months ago, but it has been decided a long time now.] [You''re on your way to space?] [To Mars.] [Why?] [I finished my training and have been assigned as diplomatic protection, to the embassy on Mars.] [Oh!] [Lady Karella, I had to speak a little about my past, to one with the gift. She is known to me only as Mystery Voice, and has some connection to the government.] [Face to face?] [No, at a distance. She vowed she would not pass on what I told her, but she knows that I am from a small isolated community, and that one with the gift contacts me sometimes.] [When did this happen?] Karella asked. [In July.] [Does she know more?] [She knows I left home of my own accord, and that most people at home are Christian. And she spoke of my genetics. I guess they took samples when I was injured.] [Ah. That''s good to know.] [She also knows I hear decisions a long way away, and one of my instructors said ''you swim like a fish''. I think she meant I swim very well.] [I''ve heard that phrase, yes. Don''t worry about that one. But this trip to Mars, it is because of that conversation?] [Partly. She told me she would recommend I be transferred there, long term. She was concerned about my loyalties, not knowing where I was from, and said it would be better if I was not put anywhere that would them put to the test. It would have been simpler if I''d been able to stay a policeman, I think.] [We do what we can, but God is in charge, James. You didn''t think my name?] [No. I don''t think I even thought your gender.] [So... you go to Mars.] [In about an hour, yes. The lady ambassador, Alice Findhorn-Bunting and her husband are thought-hearers too. According to Mystery, thought does not wait around for boring photons, so they like to post thought-hearers there.] [{humour} One day, you might get a surprise, James. Mystery had one, according to someone who knows.] [You know Mystery, then?] [I know of her, and her real name, too. But you need to not know that, I think.] [They wanted me to become a truth-sayer, but I would not allow them to scan me, because of the secret.] [Ah. You could have asked them to swear to secrecy, if they found anything. If you are asked on Mars, ask that, and then do not worry.] [There is someone with the gift on Mars?] [Yes. And she is very careful with her gift, and does not use it lightly.] [You''ve spoken to her?] [No. I think you need to know this: there is one of the gifted who walks as you walk, among land-folk. She tells me quite a lot, in case I ever do need to talk to gifted land-folk.] [Ah!] [But when you meet the gifted Martian, know that she can keep secrets, and knows how to not look. Mystery has been learning that, from her.] [Thank you, High Councillor.] [Your parents are here,] Karella said, [with news.]
Departures lounge. + 30 mins [James, just calling to wish you a pleasant flight.] Mystery''s voice sounded in his mind just as he was saying goodbye to his parents and sending blessings to his sister''s recent marriage. [Thank you, Maam.] [And in case I''m interrupted at this end again, I''m also going to stick my oar in where it''s probably not wanted and tell you that none of the single women booked on your flight are Christians.] [Err...] [And then I''m going to ask you what that language I just heard was.] [My mother tongue.] [I didn''t understand it.] [I thought the gift cut across language barriers?] [It does. Normally.] The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. [But you can''t understand me thinking like this?] he asked in his mother tongue. [I understood that. How odd! Did I interrupt you praying or something?] Eliza asked. [I was actually just saying goodbye to my parents, Maam. The one with the gift from home was relaying my thoughts to them.] [And God kept me out. {realisation} Now I understand why there''s been an interruption every time I was about to talk to you. Travel safely, James, and walk closely with God. Your secret seems safe to me.] [God is good, James. Don''t fear.] Karella thought to him, [But your parents do wonder why Mystery told you about the single women being non-Christians.] [You heard it all?] [Yes. And?] [I''ve been officially warned not to form relationships on the ship. I think she worried that three months is a long time and ....] he trailed off. [You might believe someone pretty has more faith that she does?] Karella finished. [I guess so.] [Does that happen often?] [I''ve no idea.] [I''m just wondering why she raised the subject.] [I guess I did, councillor. I asked if going to Mars meant staying single.] [And the answer was stay single on the way there?] [And avoid entanglements with anyone not a born-Martian or from here.] [Sensible precautions for a civil servant a long way from his adopted home.] Karella said. [Yes. I do have one question, though. On Mars, asking about ancestry is taboo...] [You want to know if you have third or fourth cousins on Mars?] she asked. [I think, the best thing to do right now, is to take a leaf from prince Albert''s book, and pray for your future wife, and that you''ll know who she is.] [Thank you, Councillor.]
Departures lounge +5mins ¡°So, Will,¡± Horrace said quietly, ¡°tell me what you think about the guy over there.¡± ¡°The one from Security?¡± Will asked. That was really blatant. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°Familiar sight, isn''t it? I wonder who he''s chatting to.¡± ¡°Friend of a friend of ours, I''d guess.¡± ¡°I wonder if he knows how obvious he is.¡± Will pondered. ¡°Hey, just because we know the signs it doesn''t mean everyone does. Rachel your input please?¡± ¡°I''m lost, who are you talking about?¡± ¡°The guy in the smart suit.¡± ¡°Oh. He''s just resting, isn''t he? Why do you say he''s chatting to someone?¡± ¡°I rest my case,¡± Horrace said. ¡°Don''t stare, Will, it''s rude,¡± Rachel rebuked her husband, as James looked their way. ¡°Sorry,¡± Will said, and decided he''d introduce himself, Rachel and Horrace sometime soon.
¡°Hi, I''m Will, this is my wife Rachel and colleague Horrace.¡± ¡°Hello, James Montgomery,¡± James said, shaking hands. ¡°I''m guessing you''re with Internal Security?¡± Will said. ¡°Diplomatic protection.¡± James said, looking at his suit, ¡°bit of a give-away?¡± ¡°Yes. I''m a psych-counsellor,¡± Will said, ¡°Horrace designs brain scanners, so we''ve met quite a few people in suits like yours.¡± ¡°I don''t think I''m making the inference you''re hinting at.¡± ¡°Government policies being what they are, I expect you''ve visited our workplace. The Institute''s setting up a Mars branch.¡± ¡°Oh!¡± ¡°That was quite a long chat you had there,¡± Horrace said, ¡°we recognise the signs, but aren''t in the club.¡± James got that reference, especially since he''d heard them decide he was a thought hearer earlier. ¡°I was that obvious?¡± ¡°It wasn''t to Rachel, so I guess it''s just a case of long years of familiarity with the sight,¡± Will said. ¡°Say ''hi'' from us, assuming it was someone we know.¡± Horrace said. ¡°I''m not sure if it was or not,¡± James said, ¡°or when they''ll next call.¡± ¡°That''s fine, don''t worry,¡± Will said, ¡°I just thought we ought to say hello, since even if we''ve not got friends in common, it''s almost certain that you''ve got friends who are friends with friends of ours.¡± ¡°Thank you. I don''t suppose you''re Christians?¡± ¡°Oh, not another one,¡± Horrace groaned. ¡°I''m not.¡± Rachel smiled, ¡°In Horrace, you are speaking to that rarest of beasts: a non-Christian at the Institute. Will finally gave in a couple of years ago, strangely enough a fortnight after I came to faith, but Horrace here is still resisting the gospel.¡± ¡°It''s a matter of principle,¡± Horrace said. ¡°What principle is that?¡± James asked, bemused. ¡°The principle that says someone needs to get on with work when everyone else is falling in love and going off to prayer meetings.¡± ¡°Oh, OK.¡± James accepted the outrageous excuse, and added ¡°It''s a good job that you''ve got all these boring months on ship to consider the future of your soul, then, isn''t it?¡± ¡°And there I was thinking I''d have peace and quiet to design something really groundbreaking.¡± ¡°Just remember that burning holes in domes or the spaceship is going to get you in really big trouble,¡± Will said. Horace shrugged, and said ¡°I''m sure they can be patched,¡± as he wandered away to look out of the spaceport window.
James decided that looking out of the window wasn''t such a bad idea either. The sky was overcast, but he could imagine it being blue. The rolling hills in the distance were a mixture of different greens, entirely influenced by mankind. It had been strange enough leaving his home and walking among landmen, but it was going to be very strange indeed to leave Earth entirely. He could see the wisdom of not forming a relationship on the ship out. Leaving all the comforts of Earth behind was going to do very strange things to people''s emotional balance. He decided to take Karella''s advice, and prayed, thanking God that he was going to a place where there he''d be working with Christians and asking God to lead him to form right relationships, that would honour his saviour. He prayed for Horrace, that he''d let go of his pride, and that if the woman he was to marry wasn''t yet a Christian she''d come to understand and trust the gospel soon. He was still praying when they were called to board the space-plane.
[James, I don''t care if you like it or not, but now would be a good time to eat some ginger,] Mystery thought to him as apparent gravity started to reduce [Even if it is the placebo effect, I''m reliably informed that its a very effective placebo.] [Some more? I had some this morning.] James thought. [Alice, what do you think? James, say ''hi'' to Alice,] Mystery thought. [If you''ve had some already James, then a mostly empty stomach''s good too. Take a sip of water so it''s not totally empty.] [Urm, hello Alice.] [Mystery thought that you leaving the planet might be as good a point as any to make contact, and I certainly wasn''t going to wait until you got here to give you the big surprise. So, in the interests of your peace of mind, etc. etc, secure communication during your flight can can happen like this. Just drop me a message quoting Shakespeare if you want me to call you.] [Shakespeare?] he was surprised, but pleasantly so. [Unless you prefer some other author?] [If idle talk will once be necessary...] he quoted, from Anthony and Cleopatra. [And you just thought of that on the spot, did you?] Mystery asked. [What, in the midst of the street?] he quoted the Taming of the Shrew in reply. [{laughter} well done, James. I hope you''re not going quote anything too obscure.] Alice said. [Far be it from my heart! The thought of it!] he replied, from Richard III. [You asked for it, Alice. He''s all yours!] [My sister and I used to try to have whole conversations like that, sorry. Happy memories...] James explained. [Treasure that utterance, Alice. James''s past is clouded in mystery.] [I just heard my sister''s got married. I can say that.] James thought. [How did you hear that?] Alice asked. [Mystery knows.] James replied. [But he made me vow not to tell.] [And now you tempt her to break her vow, James? That''s not nice.] [Maam, I ask you to vow similarly, that you will not use your gift to make me break my vow, nor try to use it to find out truths my vow is meant to protect, nor tell others what I reveal.] [It''s not God''s will that his vow be broken, Alice. I''m convinced of that.] he heard Mystery add. [I promise.] [Good. My guess is that you heard something like this, just before lift-off. Am I right?] Mystery asked. [Yes.] James acknowledged [my home community includes someone with the gift. But I''ve just remembered; on this space-plane there''s someone called Will and someone called Horrace, who say they work in Restoration. They spotted my earlier quite conversation and said to say hello if you are friends of theirs or friends of friends.] [Oh?] Mystery thought, [What are they doing going to Mars?] [Setting up a Mars Branch of the Institute,] Alice supplied, [you know them?] [I''ve heard all about them, and met them once, I think. Ah... but that wouldn''t have been as Mystery.] [You have secrets, maam, and I have secrets. Would it be best if I tell them you''ll pass on the greeting?] [I think so, yes.] Mystery agreed, [but if they''re on a tourist trip, why are they going on a slow route?] [Will and Rachel are staying,] Alice supplied, [and Horrace is taking a lot of equipment with him, much to the joy of the university.] [Oh, right,] Mystery said. [Anyway, let''s let James enjoy his last view of Earth,] Alice thought. [Why do I feel like I''m leaving home all over again?] James thought mostly to himself. [{compassion}Because you are, James,] Mystery said, [and we''ve not really given you much choice have we?] [Your logic was good, Maam, and I accepted the assignment.] [But you''re not excited about getting here. I know I was.] Alice pointed out. [We''ll be praying for you, James.] [Thank you, Maam.] Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 3: Transit

Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 3:Transit

Shipboard recreation room, Tuesol, Nov 15th, 2276 ¡°James, you''re a hard man to track down,¡± Ruth said. Ruth was a few years younger than him, one of the single women on board, and James had heard her decide James looked like a good catch. ¡°Hello, Ruth. I thought I was a creature of habit.¡± ¡°Yes. You''re always talking to someone about something, as long as it''s not me, or failing that you see me coming and all nonchalantly go away.¡± ¡°Sorry, Ruth.¡± he tried to put some finality into it. ¡°Sorry as in you''re sorry you''ve been avoiding me, or sorry as in sorry you''re gay, or....¡± ¡°Sorry Ruth, for all sorts of reasons it''s not going to work.¡± ¡°Because?¡± she pressed. ¡°Do you need a complete list? You''re an attractive woman, but I''m fairly sure I''m not the man for you.¡± ¡°You are gay? You don''t want to try life on the straight side of the road? Just for fun, even?¡± ¡°I''m not gay, Ruth. But I am a civil servant sworn to uphold the good name of the crown, which means no casual dalliances, and I''m also under strict orders direct from the palace not to get romantically involved on this flight, and last but not least, I am also a committed Christian, which means ''just for fun'' doesn''t come into it.¡± ¡°That lot sounds pretty absolute.¡± ¡°Sorry for not being brave enough to say anything earlier.¡± ¡°You''ve known I was after you?¡± ¡°It''s been pretty clear to me, at least. Yes.¡± ¡°So... what happens if you disobey orders?¡± ¡°I don''t know. I''ve take an oath to obey them. I probably don''t get pushed out of an airlock, but I might get sent to prison or reassigned to something uncomfortable.¡± ¡°An oath?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± She swore, in his mother tongue. His surprise probably showed on his face. ¡°Sorry. A curse in a language I know,¡± she said. ¡°God judges oath-breakers,¡± he said, matter of factly, in English, ¡°and it strikes me that Mars is just as inherently dangerous as swimming around sharks.¡± She felt like she was glued to the spot, then she shook it off, deciding he couldn''t have known how much that resonated with what she''d grown up hearing. ¡°Ruth?¡± he asked, ¡°I know you''ve probably been rejecting God-talk for most of your life, but... if you''ve any questions, feel free to ask, OK? I expect Rachel would be a good person to ask too.¡± ¡°Will''s wife?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Are you saying that if I become a Christian and wait until we land then things might be different?¡± ¡°We don''t know each other, Ruth, but... honestly, I must say your ''just for fun'' offer just now really puts me off.¡± She blushed, deciding she''d been an idiot to pretend she was like that, ¡°I made myself sound like... like...¡± ¡°A Canaanite?¡± he offered. Knowing that it was the term she was most likely to think of, if she were truly from his home. ¡°Exactly,¡± Ruth agreed, then realised that wasn''t a comparison she''d heard in English at all. ¡°How?¡± ¡°We scorned them, daughter of deeps and shallows, we do not emulate them,¡± he said, in the language he''d learned from his mother. She gasped in shock and fled to her room in tears. James went to his own room, to pray for her salvation and for wisdom.
James'' cabin, Wedsol, 1617th Nov, 9am ¡°James? Can I have a word?¡± it was Rachel. ¡°Hello, Rachel, of course.¡± ¡°Can I ask, what happened between you and Ruth yesterday? She''s been sobbing her heart out and saying things like you''re a good man and she misjudged you and now she''s lost you.¡± ¡°Lost me? She never had me.¡± ¡°I guess she means lost any hope of getting you. What happened?¡± ¡°What happened was she rather threw herself at me and I said no, and urm, that the way she threw herself at me really wasn''t appealing.¡± ¡°That''s all?¡± ¡°No. Then... I reminded her of important things she''d forgotten. I think that''s what brought it home to her.¡± ¡°Things she''d forgotten?¡± ¡°After I''d rejected her, she said some things that let me guess she''s from the same background, the same upbringing as me. So I said something to her, reminding her... I guess you could call items of cultural pride. Me saying them... I don''t know if it was wise, but I said them, and I guess she realised what a bad impression she''d made.¡± ¡°And what a good catch you''d have been?¡± He shrugged. ¡°She''s not a Christian, and for all I know she might be my second cousin. But if she were a Christian and we''re not relatives, and she hadn''t started off like she did ...¡± he shrugged, ¡°we''ve probably got quite a lot in common.¡± ¡°And if the way she''d started off was just an act?¡± James looked at Rachel, ¡°I''m not supposed to be forming emotional relationships on board. I told Ruth that too.¡± ¡°James, she''s very vulnerable, and quite possibly suicidal. Can you come, please? Offer her friendship at least.¡± ¡°I''ll come. Please stay, even though you won''t know what I''m saying to her, though.¡± ¡°You''re going to speak another language?¡± ¡°No, just name some names which are meaningless to you.¡±
Ruth''s cabin ¡°Ruth?¡± James said, ¡°Sathzakara Evangelia?¡± he named his most famous ancestress. Ruth drew a sharp breath at the implication, and said ¡°Yes. Kostas Atomworker?¡± ¡°No,¡± he replied sticking to English, ¡°Rose, Vaccine bringer.¡± ¡°You give me hope, distant cousin.¡± ¡°Cry no more, cousin, what I said was to rebuild, not destroy. Perhaps, in time, we might speak further, of other lines.¡± ¡°I would like that, very much.¡± ¡°But I will not dishonour my God.¡± ¡°I would not ask you to.¡± ¡°And we probably have closer ties.¡± ¡°It is likely, even.¡± ¡°What your words implied yesterday...¡± ¡°Stupid lies.¡± ¡°I heard that from you before. Ruth, even if there is never more between us, we are cousins, and I am a newsbringer, stay in touch.¡± Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. ¡°I will.¡± ¡°Then I''ll stop confusing Rachel and leave.¡± ¡°Might I get an explanation of what''s just gone on?¡± Rachel asked. ¡°Probably not.¡± Ruth said, with a smile. ¡°You see, Rose, for politeness sake, we spoke English, but we''ve taken vows of silence about our past.¡± ¡°But my distant cousin has just said some very nice things to me,¡± Ruth said. ¡°How distant?¡± ¡°Very.¡± James said, ¡°at least far as we''ve worked out so far.¡±
Message to Alice Findhorn-Bunting, Mars, Wedsol 1617th Nov, 9pm. Maam, I find myself wondering about the slings and arrows of fortune that, even now the planet is independent, bring social cases to Mars with reduced claims. If it was poorly justified before, as it seemed from your pre-independence article, why is it still perpetuated? There is such confusion in my powers, that I dare not judge on this matter, though there is one such, a most distant relative but no daughter of my King, who pesters my mind and cries ''what if'' at my barred gate. Were she to claim her ransom, it would be hard to ignore her pleas, I fear, for indeed she is most comely and her oath binds her as closely as my own. James.
James'' cabin, Thusol, 18th November, 9am. [James, is now a good time to talk?] Alice asked. [Thank you for responding so quickly, Maam.] [Just how many quotes did you put in there?] [Only two as far as I''m aware. Just once I''d started in that way, I thought... why not carry on?] [Do I gather that you''re feeling attracted to a non-Christian?] [So far, not very. But... she is from home, and she rather threw herself at me, before either of us knew that.] [Threw herself how?] [She was chasing me, has been for the past couple of weeks, and she finally found me alone yesterday. I said sorry it wasn''t going to work, that I wasn''t the right man for her. She thought I meant I was gay, and pretended to be interested in a liason ''just for fun''. I''m pretty sure that wasn''t her real intention, and she was reportedly inconsolable for about fourteen hours when she thought I''d taken it as typical of her behaviour.] [But you didn''t?] [She''d mentally cursed herself for an idiot at telling me such lies about herself when she learned I was a Christian.] [And she''s from your mysterious home?] [Indeed. Which made it rather easy to cheer her up, but implicit in that cheering up was me admitting that I was at least a bit interested in her, with lots of ifs and buts. And I am, if only from the perspective of not wanting her to degrade herself.] [And from your message, she''s on a social ticket?] [Yes.] [I''ve been meaning to finish an article on that issue, so I''ll send you the first draft. But you also said she was a distant relative?] [Yes. We''re an insular people, and inbreeding has always been a risk. I named a famous ancestress, which was how I cheered her up. If you''re not interested in someone you don''t start comparing family trees. We got a match, but then that was about twelve generations back, so that''s not surprising.] [Twelve.. Wow. You''re making me revise my guesses about your people.] [Ooops. She was kind of famous though.] [Have I heard of her?] [I very much doubt it.] James said. [So, you''ve been isolated for at least two and a half centuries.] [Please don''t pass that on.] [I won''t. So, you''re relatives, just about, but before you''re serious, you''d need to compare family trees to make sure that you don''t share a great-grandparent or something?] [Yes. And she needs to become a Christian.] [Of course. But you''ve been praying she would.] [Of course.] [And it''s early days, yet, so there''s plenty of time?] [Urm, probably, yes.] [Probably?] Alice asked. [Almost certainly.] [Think to me, James. Explain.] [Culturally, we don''t do long engagements, maam.] [She''s not a Christian, James. Don''t make her choose Christ to get you.] [No. We will not explore family trees more, we will not date, not unless she turns to Christ.] [But you''re saying that if she does, and you felt attraction overriding common sense...] [It''s better to marry than burn. But before we get to that we need to make sure we''re not close cousins.] [And you need the approval of your ambassador.] [Yes, Maam.] James agreed. [At the moment, you don''t have it.] [Thank you for making that clear, maam.] [I also ask that you tell me her whole name.] [Her whole name? Or the name your records know her by?] [Assume I know of nothing else, James.] Alice rebuked him. [Of course, Maam, sorry.] [It seems you are letting her proximity affect your judgement, James,] Alice thought to him. [You''re still bound by your oath, and yet you''re explaining things as though giving a guided tour of your home. I don''t mind learning more about where you grew up, but as a warning... when you launched you were feeling great separation from where you grew up. You''ve met someone from there, and I think you''re both excited at the thought of someone you can reminisce with. But that and her chasing you does not add up to her being your future wife.] James didn''t let himself reply. [Sorry to pour cold water on your thought processes.] [I needed to hear that, Maam, I think. Thank you.] [James, if you swapping family trees is a precursor to anything else, then please don''t do it until you get to Mars. Adjusting to a new culture is not the right time to made life-changing decisions. That''s one of the points of first harvest. Remember you''re officially jits now, and I don''t want you making a jit of a decision. Feel free to tell her these are your ambassadors words, relayed to you by the gifted person on Mars.] [Thank you again, Maam.] [Really?] [I''m not happy, but I sense your concern.] [And you''ll obey?] [Yes, Maam.]
Message to James Montgomery, 18th November, 2pm James, your poetic letter makes me think you''re thinking romantic thoughts. Please remember Prince Albert''s warning not to. Regarding claims, here is the draft of an article on the matter. Please don''t send it anywhere, but you can show it to your friend if you like. Why don''t social cases get a big claim? Is this evidence that Mars Corp''s account book is somehow linked to the Mars Council? No, it''s not. If you remember, the Mars Council has been in charge of administering claims for decades. Also of course, the United Nations set the initial claim sizes. So what is the logic behind claims? What does a claim size represent? It''s quite simple, really. Claim size at heart is a very crude measure that represents how much someone has risked or given up to make Mars work as a colony. If you help the Martian community or society through a public or private act, that is also rewarded. Thus, the ship''s engineer who persuaded Scaredy Jim to record his songs for posterity has been awarded a significant claim, because while some strange people don''t like folk songs, they are a key part of the Martian community, history and for want of a better word Martianness. If claim size is a measure of risk, then of course the firsters should get the biggest claims, and that amount should decrease over time. The step-wise reduction of it is crude, but at least it is easy to calculate. No one ever said it should be accurate. It''s fairly clear then, why someone who''s left a well paying job is considered to have taken a bigger risk coming to Mars than someone who was living in relative poverty. What''s less clear is why the born-Martians should receive the same claim as people who choose to come to Mars. Well, one reason is that it''s not just about risk, it''s also about contribution. No student of Mars history has any doubt that the children of the firsters and early second wave immigrants contributed massively to the community, just by living, growing up, and giving hope. This then set the pattern. The time that you first draw breath on Mars is what matters. But for completeness, there are another two categories of claims that I''ve not dealt with: lecturers and imported spouses. Lecturers are easy: the university has in the past struggled to keep lecturers, probably because (according to my physics lecturer husband) the average physics lecturer does well to remember to get his shoes on the right feet every morning, as their minds are concentrating on the intricate workings of the universe. This also, he claims, is why many haven''t graduated to advanced agricultural implements. The contract for lecturers includes a trip home with your toothbrush, but if you abandon your post your claim goes to whoever replaces you. Imported spouses... well, that''s an interesting one. Martian children born before 2250, when the population turned half a million, have the right to import someone to be their spouse, for free, assuming the spouse they import has no relative on Mars, and assuming they exercise the right before they turn thirty. When pressed for quite what they meant by ''no relative'' the Council said that meant they weren''t descended from a sibling or first cousin of anyone in the first thousand Martians who had living descendants, and none of their second cousins or closer had come to Mars. This is basically about improving the gene pool. If you get imported, then your claim counts as from when your spouse was born, but you and your spouse relinquish the right to live in the big Mars-Corp dome. And you don''t count against the old quota of immigrants. Where did that rule come from? 2220, to be precise. It was granted retroactively as a compromise between Mars Corp and the Council when the population was only about 7000 and it seemed that almost everyone coming to Mars was coming as part of a pre-existing couple. You might have seen the rather dubious looking sites advertising the opportunity to meet the Martian of your dreams. Almost all of them, as you can guess, are now dangerous scams. However, the rule still applies. There are some unmarried Martians between 26 and 30, and reportedly some of them have informed the council of their interest in exercising their rights under that strange old rule. Some have also taken matters into their own hands and headed Earth-wards in search of academic studies and maybe love. Students dreaming of getting to Mars on this basis... time is running out and if you meet someone younger than twenty-six who claims it applies to them, ask them where their time-machine is.
Shipboard recreation room, 18th November, 6pm ¡°Ruth, can we talk?¡± James asked. ¡°Of course,¡± she said, all smiles. ¡°I''ve been given some clear instructions.¡± ¡°Oh yes?¡± ¡°Even if you do decide to become a Christian, no more discussing ancestry.¡± ¡°What, never?¡± her smile vanished. ¡°Certainly not shipboard. It''s sensible, really. I guess I''m going through a sort of mourning. Again.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°Has leaving Earth affected you too?¡± ¡°Yes. I don''t think I like the person who gave you such an order though.¡± ¡°She also sent an article, about claim sizes.¡± ¡°It was the ambassador?¡± ¡°Yes. Her words were relayed to me by the person with the gift on Mars.¡±
Shipboard recreation room, Wedsol, Dec 15th, 2276 James was just thinking that he hadn''t seen Ruth around much recently, when she entered the room with tall, gangly Albert ¡ª a Martian returning from studying on Earth. They were laughing and chatting together, and James felt a pang of jealousy. He smothered it. Ruth hadn''t turned to God, she hadn''t even hinted she would, and he had, after all, made it clear to her that he wasn''t going to get emotionally involved with her on the flight even if she did. Obviously, she wanted company and was moving on, and his fantasies were nothing more than that. He went back to re-reading the orientation material on the Martian legal system. Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 4: Landing

Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 4:Landing

Shipboard recreation room, Thursol, January 7th, 2276 ¡°Checkmate!¡± Horrace said, with obvious glee. ¡°You didn''t finally beat him, did you?¡± Will asked, looking up from his perennial discussion with Rachel about where it was best to have their dome. ¡°Fair and square and unless he''s incredibly sneaky he didn''t even let me win.¡± ¡°I didn''t,¡± James agreed. ¡°So that''s one game to Horrace and how many to you, James?¡± Rachel asked. ¡°No idea, I''ve not been counting.¡± The sharp sound of a hand slapping a face made them all look round, as Ruth, eyes blazing, spat ¡°I don''t care what you thought, Albert. You keep your hands to yourself. You''re not my husband, you''re not my lover, you''re not my boyfriend, and if you think just being a friend gives you any rights to fondle me in public or private you''re not my friend either.¡± ¡°Oops,¡± Rachel said, ¡°I think I''ve been making some wrong assumptions.¡± ¡°Albert too, by the sound of it,¡± Will agreed, watching Albert''s stunned expression. Ruth made a bee-line for James, who was still sitting by the chess set. She pushed the board away, sat herself in his lap and compounded his shock by burying her head in his shoulder. ¡°I can''t do this any more, James. I can''t pretend I''m indifferent to you. I''m sorry for trying to make you jealous and if I made you think I rejected God and that I hated you. I know we might be cousins, but hold me, please. And tell me how to become a Christian. I''m fed up with trying to run my life.¡± James woke up from his dream. He shook his head, thinking back on the dream. It was crazy, but had seemed so real! He knew how the dream-day had ended too. He, Will and Rachel had made sure that Ruth really understood the gospel, and talked late into the night, and James had ended up so tired that he hadn''t bothered to change out of his clothes when he''d strapped himself into the bed. That''s why he was still wearing them. Shaking his head at the way dream and reality seemed so confused in his mind, he double-checked. He was wearing his clothes. Hold on, it wasn''t possible. Was it? Had Ruth really flung herself at him? He checked the collar of his shirt. Yes, there was the place she''d left lipstick when she''d buried her head in his shoulder. She''d apologised profusely and tried to rub it off, later in the evening. He remembered the electric thrill of her accidental touch against his skin, and remembered praying that he''d be able to marry Ruth one day, and that he''d sleep well, and yet wake up on time. Well, his mind still wasn''t really working properly, but he was awake. He guessed. What was the time? 8am. Bemused, he changed into clean clothes, wondering why there was only one shirt hanging in the wardrobe, and what had made it so urgent (other than emotions) that they kept talking into the small hours last night, and yet he needed to be up early today. He went to put his dirty clothes in the washing bag, but blocking his way was his travel case. Why had he done that? It all clicked into place. They were due to dock at the Mars orbital station this morning, at 8.30am. That was why Will and Rachel had been talking about claims. They''d be making their decision today. Splashing water on his face, he looked at his chin in the mirror, and decided he couldn''t skip shaving on his first day on the planet, but first, he went over to the intercom, and dialed Ruth''s number. ¡°Hello, Ruth. James here. I just thought I ought to make sure you''re awake,¡± he said once she answered. ¡°I''m not.¡± ¡°Well, it took me a few minutes to realise it, along with the fact that yesterday wasn''t just a lovely dream, but we''re docking in less than an hour.¡± ¡°Docking?¡± She sounded as incoherent has his thoughts had been. ¡°Yes. Arriving at the Mars station, meeting proper gravity again, begging permission from the lady ambassador to swap family trees.¡± ¡°We''re landing?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Today?¡± ¡°Yes, Ruth.¡± ¡°And I really cried into your shoulder yesterday?¡± ¡°Yes, and gave your life to God.¡± ¡°I know that. I was just wondering if I was really that embarrassing. You really want to swap family trees?¡± ¡°Of course! I want to know if I''ve got an emotional cousin to look after or an emotional girlfriend to cherish.¡± ¡°Sometimes, you say the nicest things.¡± ¡°So make sure you''re dressed suitably to meet the lady ambassador.¡± ¡°She wants to meet me?¡± ¡°I''m sure she will. See you at breakfast?¡± ¡°Ten or fifteen minutes?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°As soon as you''re ready. Except I need to shave.¡±
Mars space-port, 5pm ¡°Welcome, James.¡± Alice said. ¡°Thank you, Maam.¡± ¡°And you''d be Ruth, I presume?¡± Alice asked the pretty girl beside James ¡ª well, Alice conceded to herself, young woman, but Ruth hardly looked twenty. ¡°Yes, Maam.¡± ¡°Maam,¡± James said, ¡°Ruth gave her life to Christ last night. I''m not asking permission to make life-changing decisions, but we''d both be very glad if you would allow us to work out if we should be thinking of each other as close relatives or very distant ones.¡± ¡°I thought you were going out with Albert?¡± Alice asked. ¡°It seems everyone apart from me did, Maam. I thought I was trying to stay away from James, and maybe make him a bit jealous. And before you say that''s cruel to Albert, I did tell him that at the beginning. I guess he forgot.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± Alice said, ¡°And what did his forgetting turn into?¡± ¡°A slap in the face when his hands got adventurous.¡± ¡°Oh, go ahead and think things thorough with each other then, just no getting engaged until you''ve both had a first harvest. Ruth, I half expected something like this might happen, so you''re invited to the embassy for the evening meal too. Come this way.¡± she led them along the passage-way towards where she''d parked her Mars Buggy. ¡°Thank you, Maam,¡± both Ruth and James replied. ¡°Ruth, you have a useful ability. Are you interested in hearing of some employment options?¡± ¡°Yes, Maam. I thought....¡± Ruth said. ¡°You thought that you''d like to build domes?¡± ¡°Not really, maam.¡± ¡°So, since there aren''t that many truthsayers on the planet,¡± Alice started. ¡°What?¡± James looked in shock at Ruth. ¡°Didn''t you know?¡± Alice chided him, ¡°Honestly, James, you''re supposed to be far more observant than that!¡± ¡°I was careful not to give him any clues, Maam,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Hmm. We''ll have to explore your motivation for that later on, young lady,¡± Alice said, ¡°But as I was saying, with the Council insisting that the corp not treat people like indentured labourers, you don''t need to build domes if you don''t want to, depending on your account status. There''s an opening at the Council you could apply for if you like, and there are often a few companies asking about short term contracts. Put your baggage in the back, here please. You''ve got breathers, I presume?¡± ¡°Yes, Maam,¡± James acknowledged. ¡°I don''t understand, though, Maam,¡± Ruth said, ¡°How did you know I''m a truthsayer, and how do you know about openings?¡± ¡°Oh, that''s easy, Ruth. My husband and I are members too. When James told me your name I thought that it looked familiar and spotted you on the list head-office had sent of truthsayers on their way here.¡± ¡°I''m not the only one?¡± ¡°No. There are three more. But there''s a problem. You shouldn''t be here on a social ticket. That confused me for a while, you should be on a professional one.¡± ¡°Oh! Does it make a difference?¡± ¡°Absolutely. What it means is that an administrative mess has just landed on my desk, you''ve been cheated out of bringing a lot of cargo, and your claim is smaller than it should be. So, at nine o''clock tomorrow you and I need to be at the Council offices. Now, you two hold hands or talk, I don''t care which, but I need to concentrate on driving.¡± Ruth offered James her ungloved hand. [Have I deceived you James?] [You knew?] [Seeing you turn off to listen to someone is what made me decide you''d be a good catch. I heard you think you needed to avoid me...] [I don''t want to avoid you now.] [No, I can tell. Wanda Scale-maker?] [No. Thomas Farspeaker?] he asked. [No. Theophilus Councillor?] she asked. [No. Yvette Fusion-holder?] [Yes. And as far as I know she had only one great grandson, Thomas Bombbuilder.] Ruth said. [True. And his family was not big, cousin, and was decimated by sharks. Kostas Rock-cutter?] [My mother''s father''s great grandmother''s father.] Ruth said. With a growing sense of doom, James thought [Dear cousin, he was my father''s mother''s grandmother''s father also. My Father''s mother''s mother was youngest child of Rose bnt Theofilia hi Kostas] [Mother''s father''s mother grandmother was their first daughter, Karella. So we are fourth cousins, once removed.] [But they cannot have had two daughters called Karella!] James thought [It is their daughter Karella who was my father''s grandmother.] [Third cousins, once removed,] Ruth said [for her daughter was your ancestor and her son Egbert is my ancestor.] [Third cousins, once removed.] James confirmed. [That is close.] [Permissible, but only just.] [Permissible, yes,] Ruth thought, [but not safe.] [Cousin, I know your feelings for me have been stronger or at least longer lasting than mine for you. I prayed it might be possible, but...] [But what would it do to our children?] [Perhaps nothing,] James thought [land men do not even consider second cousin marriage particularly dangerous. They would not worry about third once removed.] [But they come from a well-randomised gene pool to start with. Ours has so many cross-links...] [Yes. I sense you thinking we should not risk romance.] James said. [My emotions and my thoughts are in a turmoil, James. I don''t know what to think.] [Nor do I. The lady ambassador said we should wait for first harvest before we make decisions of engagement. Should we... see if our hearts can be persuaded to look elsewhere for romance?] [I don''t want to, James.] [We will always be cousins, friends.] he pointed out. [Not the same.] [No. But let us pray for wisdom, and for God''s leading.] [Yes.]
Findhorm-Bunting complex, 5.30pm ¡°You''ve gone awfully serious in the back seat there,¡± Alice commented as they arrived at her home, which was also the embassy compound. ¡°We are third cousins, once removed.¡± James said, ¡°We come from a gene-pool with so many crossings that third cousin marriage is considered incest among us. Third cousin once-removed is permissible, just.¡± ¡°But stupid.¡± Ruth added, ¡°so part of us is saying don''t be a jit, and the other is saying it''s not incest, it''s OK, you''re pretty much in love already, take a risk, most of the rest of humanity would.¡± ¡°I thought it was a formality.¡± Alice said, ¡°I didn''t realise... Me stopping you from having this discussion earlier on hasn''t helped clarity of thought, has it?¡± ¡°Not really, Maam.¡± James said. ¡°It''s not sin, it might be fine, we might be each other''s ideal spouse...¡± If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°Which it what it feels like,¡± Ruth said, ¡°and we might not be able to have children anyway in which case the whole avoiding close marriage thing isn''t important. Or we might find out as we start actually spending time together that we can''t get on anyway.¡± ¡°And if we decide not to date we''ll always have that nagging doubt that we should have, which might not do good things to other relationships,¡± James said. ¡°What a mess,¡± Alice admitted. ¡°Yes, Maam,¡± James agreed, ¡°we''re thinking of applying prayer.¡± ¡°Good idea. Patience might help sort things out too.¡± ¡°We were thinking of first harvest,¡± James said. ¡°During which time you date, avoid each other, or something in between?¡± Alice asked. ¡°That''s about where we''d got to,¡± James replied. ¡°Not avoiding each other, please,¡± Ruth pleaded, ¡°all me avoiding James has done so far is make me more convinced I want him.¡± ¡°And you won''t be able to avoid each other totally,¡± Alice said, ¡°not unless you decide to hide away on a building site, Ruth.¡± ¡°Mars is so small?¡± ¡°No, but see that dome over there? That''s the truthsayer office, and that one there is my office. James''s duty is making sure that no one tampers with life support equipment, or tries to stick a knife in me or anyone else on the site, exciting things like that. In other words, you''ll meet him and he''ll be protective of you whatever happens.¡± ¡°Has that happened? The knife, I mean?¡± ¡°Fortunately, breathers are now manufactured to change colour if you get a spot of the sabotage chemical on them, but there are still nasty people on the planet. It''s just getting progressively harder for the authorities to catch them.¡± ¡°But not for the person with the gift,¡± Ruth said. ¡°The person with the gift has no desire to abuse the gift to make herself the planet''s police-woman. There were five potential assassins last cycle. Three got caught with various weapons, and have been imprisoned. The other two are growing food on their claims. That''s not an illegal act, nor is being sent as an assassin and then not obeying subsequent orders, which is what some of the ones sent the previous cycle seem to have chosen to do.¡± ¡°You are well informed, Maam,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Yes. I''m an ambassador, a journalist, a folk-singer and a mother. I get to talk to lots of people in different walks of life and keep quite well informed about what''s going on. Which is why I''m fairly high on the assassination or kidnap list. Come and meet my family.¡± ¡°Maam, shouldn''t you have had a security escort for the trip to meet us?¡± James asked. ¡°None of the bad guys knew I was going to meet you, so the risks were pretty small. And I can look after myself a lot better than Heather.¡± ¡°Mummy!¡± Heather said, triumphantly, leaving the young woman who''d been reading her a story without a glance. ¡°Introductions,¡± Alice said, picking up her two year old daughter, ¡°On the floor is Cecilia, a good friend. In the cot is Jim, Cecilia''s youngest. Heather, this is James.¡± ¡°Choo choo!¡± Heather said, imitating a steam train. ¡°Not that James, this is another one. The lady is called Ruth.¡± ¡°Ruth lady sad.¡± Heather said, looking at Ruth. ¡°God loves you Mrs James!¡± Having settled that in her mind she asked Ruth ¡°Play?¡± ¡°What do you want to play?¡± Ruth asked. Heather looked at her a bit longer, looking puzzled, then in triumph pronounced, ¡°Mermaid!¡± ¡°Pardon? I don''t think I know that game.¡± Ruth looked for translation from Alice, who shrugged. ¡°I''ve no idea. What sort of game is mermaid, Heather, love?¡± ¡°Not game. Ruth girl mermaid. James boy mermaid.¡± Ruth and James hid their thoughts. ¡°Heather, love, Mummy doesn''t understand.¡± ¡°Mummy no see.¡± ¡°No, Mummy no see. Cecelia, any ideas?¡± ¡°Well, Samantha''s got a mermaid video, Heather might have watched it last week.¡± ¡°Video! Please! Now?¡± Heather pleaded. ¡°Sometime, love, now mummy''s got to help daddy make dinner.¡± ¡°Come mermaid! Play dolls.¡± James asked, ¡°Was one of the characters in the video called Ruth?¡± ¡°Not as far as I remember,¡± Cecilia replied. ¡°Oh well, it seems one moment I''m a train, the next moment I''m a boy mermaid,¡± James said, with a laugh. To his ears it sounded a bit forced. Heather gave him a disgusted look, and said ¡°Ask Daddy. Daddy see,¡± as if that closed the matter. ¡°Well, on that good advice,¡± Cecilia said, ¡°I think I''d like to go and see where my wandering pair have gone to with your agent, if that''s OK, Alice?¡± ¡°Don''t you dare! They''ll be back in a few minutes and I''m not having you going out on the surface all alone like some newly arrived jit. James, in case you''re wondering, Cecilia and her husband will be joining us for dinner, they probably need to talk business with Ruth. Speaking of which, Cecilia, you know the hassle you went to to negotiate the professional ticket for truthsayers? Ruth got sent a social ticket, the poor thing.¡± ¡°That''s not a nice swap.¡± ¡°No. And obviously she didn''t know enough to moan at the time. So, someone owes her enough kilos to get her cargo here, plus appropriate compensation for the time she''s going to be here without it, and a decent sized claim. I''ll try and sort it out tomorrow. What was your total ticket, do you remember, James?¡± ¡°Urm, about four hundred kilos, if I remember correctly.¡± ¡°We''ll have to check.¡± ¡°My ticket allowed for a hundred, including me.¡± Ruth supplied from where she was playing with Heather. ¡°Right, so, remember, somewhere you got diddled out of bringing something like three hundred kilos of stuff.¡± ¡°I doubt I had that much.¡± ¡°But you sold it?¡± ¡°Yeah, not that I got much for it.¡± ¡°So, you had to dispose of your treasured possessions, don''t give me that look, for less than their replacement cost let alone their sentimental value, stop it I said, all because of someone not doing their job properly at MarsCorp. The truthsayer association and Mars Council funded that ticket, and MarsCorp used your cargo mass to transport three hundred kilos of something else. Probably paid-for cargo. So, at the very least, you want your proper fifty hectare claim from the council, that bit''s going to be easy, by the way. As compensation for the Corp depriving you of your possessions, you also want your own dome, or even a complex if you like, you might as well, and a buggy, and ... I''ve no idea what else you might want to get out of them. Three hundred kilos is a fortune. The nominal price of a full ticket is a hundred and fifty kilos.¡± ¡°Then... how come I''m owed three hundred?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Because they should have let you bring that much stuff with you, and if you didn''t have that much stuff of your own you could have carried stuff for someone else and been paid one kilo credit per kilo transported. Anyway, I''d better go and help Simon, like I said I would.¡± ¡°Too late.¡± Simon said, ¡°Food is ready. Welcome home, love. Welcome James, and Ruth, I presume.¡± ¡°Ruth girl mermaid.¡± Heather announced. ¡°Really?¡± Simon said with a fond smile, ¡°Well, if she''s a mermaid then you don''t need to say girl to go with it, precious, because maid means a girl. Come on, let''s wash your hands.¡±
Findhorn-Bunting complex, 6.10pm ¡°James?¡± Alice said, part-way through the meal, ¡°I think you had your reasons for declining, but... would you like to reconsider taking the final truthsayer exam?¡± ¡°Urm, under the right circumstances, yes, Maam.¡± ¡°The right circumstances involving an oath?¡± ¡°Yes, Maam.¡± ¡°Then think of the right phrasing for what you want vowed, and we''ll try to sort it out tonight, OK? Really, we''re not supposed to talk about some things we''ve been touching on around people who aren''t members of the association.¡± ¡°Me toothsayer!¡± Heather pronounced. ¡°Truthsayer, precious.¡± ¡°Truth saver.¡± Heather tried again. ¡°Really?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Beware what you think around her.¡± Cecilia said, ¡°She might say it. So no, not formally. She''s not good enough about keeping secrets. But she''s getting better, aren''t you Heather?¡± ¡°Secret mermaid?¡± Heather asked Ruth, looking worried. ¡°Yes, Heather, It''s a secret that I''m a mermaid.¡± Ruth agreed in a loud whisper, then giving James a glance, she added ¡°I haven''t even told James that, so don''t tell anybody else, OK?¡± ¡°OK!¡± Heather said, looking happier. James hid his thoughts and ate his roast parsnips. He didn''t want anyone knowing what he thought about Ruth publicly telling people she was a maid of the merfolk. It answered some of his fears about what she''d said earlier, but since he wasn''t sure if their future together was going to be happy and stupid or sad and safe, or how they''d decide it, he concentrated on parsnips. And hoping that she hadn''t just broken her vow of secrecy, but instead had diffused a tense situation with a very young seer whose parents didn''t recognise her as such. He hoped.
Findhorn-Bunting complex, 6.30pm ¡°Right James,¡± Alice said, ¡°I hope you''ve thought of what vow you''d like taken before the person with the gift looks at your innermost thoughts.¡± ¡°Yes, Maam, I have.¡± ¡°Good. Come along next door, then. You can name the vow, if needed we''ll discuss the wording and interpretation of it, and then I''ll set you the challenge. Unless you''d like someone else to? Maybe that''d be good actually. Ruth, you''ve never tested someone, have you?¡± ¡°No, Maam.¡± Ruth said, surprised at being asked. ¡°Right, you come too, please. During discussion of vows, the person with the gift will be listening with my ears, then they''ll say the vow to your mind, James, then Ruth will set the dilemma, and we''ll all listen to your processing it, OK? ¡°Very well, Maam.¡± James agreed, then asked ¡°Ruth... when you took the test, what vow did you ask for?¡± ¡°I didn''t James. I guess I was na?ve and unthinking and the thought that I might be exposing things that must be kept secret just didn''t enter my head. As far as I know, they therefore didn''t get revealed.¡± ¡°Whereas me worrying about them makes it almost certain.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Alice agreed, ¡°so what should the oath be?¡± ¡°That the memories I''ve vowed to protect about where Ruth and I grew up will be not be sought, and if they are stumbled upon they will not be examined, and what is accidentally revealed will not be spread or acted upon or commented on to any but Ruth and I, and then in secret.¡± ¡°Why that last bit?¡± Ruth asked, confused. ¡°Because I know that a burning curiosity is a dangerous thing, cousin, and better a little private discussion than unbearable temptation.¡± [I swear to these words, James Montgomery, and I thank you for the curiosity clause.] Alice thought. ¡°The oath has been sworn,¡± James said. ¡°Thank you,¡± Alice said aloud. ¡°The best sort of troubling dilemma is one that has resonances with one that the person being tested is already emotionally involved with, where their reasoning might be less clear, less detached. Do you agree?¡± ¡°Yes, Maam.¡± ¡°Ruth, can you describe the dilemma you were asked to solve?¡± ¡°I was asked what I would do presented with a single woman with a low income and debts, who wanted to apply for a second job before her debts grew more. This came out in interview, and during the interview she was asked about how she had got into debt. She spoke of taking out a loan to help her finish her schooling. The dilemma was that as a truthsayer I witnessed her thinking of making bets as a form of entertainment, with money that could have helped pay off the debt. Did I state that the answer was truthful or partially so?¡± ¡°Thank you. At what points did this resonate?¡± ¡°I was a single woman with a low income, some debts, and I spent money on entertainment.¡± ¡°Thank you. James, you should try to not be curious about how Ruth answered or why, nor should you think about her dilemma. You should instead think about dilemma number five hundred and fifty one, which Ruth will now present for you to consider.¡± Ruth read the dilemma and smiled. ¡°The subject of the interview is someone who knows a state secret, which is not relevant to the interview at hand, which is a question of financial probity at work. If they pass on the state secret, they will be subject to official sanction and possibly imprisonment. The interviewer is a woman you know the subject finds attractive. The interviewer asks what the subject would do if they found a large sum of money, and the subjects first thought is to make a joking but flirtatious comment, about being happy to spend it on taking her to a hotel for the night. He smothers that as being entirely inappropriate for their relationship, and then says that he''d report it to through the relevant channels. The subject is then asked if that is what he really thought of first, wouldn''t he rather give her a nice gift? You hear his concern about what his real first thought would do to their relationship, but says ''that was my first serious thought''. She asks what it is he doesn''t want to tell her. Do you break the link to avoid him accidentally revealing the state secret, which has been mentioned in the interview, or do listen to make sure he answers truthfully, as per your contract?¡± ¡°I break the link.¡± James said. ¡°You''re not worried about what he thinks of?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I know what the real answer is.¡± ¡°What explanation do you give to the interviewer?¡± ¡°I explain that she''s asked things she shouldn''t have,¡± he said. ¡°When do you think your thoughts were scanned deeply?¡± Alice asked. ¡°When she asked him wasn''t his first thought of getting her a gift?¡± James guessed. ¡°What were your thoughts when Ruth read to you that the interviewer asked what he didn''t want to tell her?¡± ¡°Outrage, that she would ask such a thing.¡± ¡°Why not look at your deepest thoughts at immediately that point?¡± ¡°Because my thoughts went on to other secrets.¡± ¡°Exactly. Welcome to the association, James. We don''t try to find out secrets we don''t need to know. We know enough already.¡± ¡°Thank you, Maam,¡± he said, relieved on a number of levels. ¡°Now, since you are both here, and we''re private. Heather''s pronouncements... Simon has something similar, which sometimes comes unbidden. He once told me it doesn''t come with a user''s guide or an interpretation manual, but we''re both sure Simon''s gift is from God. I''m going to assume she saw something linking you two and it was God''s timing. She interpreted it at least slightly wrongly, but to my mind, it would be strange if God intervened to tell us something we already know.¡± ¡°You''re suggesting that Heather deciding we were married wasn''t just her spotting our emotions?¡± James asked. ¡°My suggestion is that we all pray about it tonight. If any of us feel God telling us that Heather was seeing you linked together because you''re close siblings, then don''t start going out on dates. Otherwise you have my permission to.¡± ¡°Thank you, Maam.¡± James said. ¡°Now, James, what you''re going to do is take your medium-distance cousin to her new home, borrowing the embassy Mars-buggie. You''re also going to borrow Simon, because travelling on the surface on your own is a jit thing to do. He can also help you not get lost. Please bring him back safely.¡± ¡°I''ll try my best, Maam.¡±
Martian surface Driving the Mars-buggy wasn''t really very complicated. It had six driven wheels which could be raised, lowered and turned individually, to cope with the worst of the planet''s road-free surface, but normally you left those special dials set to ''normal''. Otherwise, the controls were very familiar. The most complicated thing, James was assured, was going to be parking back at the embassy, compared to which starting off had apparently been very easy. Starting had meant disconnecting the short connecting tube that had expanded the buggy''s airlock to mate with the complex''s, retracting it once there was no air inside, and then carefully inching off at a diagonal until it was safe to put down the middle wheel which had been lifted out of the way of the airlock. Having driven one, James was quite surprised that a Mars-buggy didn''t cost even more than they actually did. ¡°Left turn down into that tunnel, James.¡± Simon directed. ¡°Underground parking?¡± Ruth asked, surprised. ¡°Underground airlock and pressurised parking, because it doubles as a storm shelter,¡± Simon said, ¡°underground bedrooms, to protect against radiation storms, surface level living rooms, farms, markets, and so on, because psychologically we need to see sunlight, as do plants, of course, unless you''re going to use a lot of light fittings.¡± Once through the automatic airlock, it didn''t take them long to park and find Ruth''s allocated room. It was quite a large room but the furnishing was... absolutely minimalist. One small ledge in the wall you could use as a chair and a foam mattress. James was shocked at the contrast to the home they''d just been in, and he realised the truth of what Alice had been saying about baggage from Earth. ¡°This is where your three hundred kilos of cargo should have come in handy, cousin.¡± he said. ¡°I''ll have to get making things, won''t I?¡± ¡°Yes. And the locally available raw material seems to be rock,¡± he said, ¡°Which isn''t exactly easy to weave, is it?¡± ¡°No, sadly. If only...¡± Ruth wasn''t going to say if only one of them had a rock-cutter. ¡°Plastics are available, though.¡± Simon said, ¡°there are hydrocarbons on the comets and of course too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. And if you don''t mind mixing and moulding it yourself, I''ve seen some do it yourself recipes for regolith-loaded resins, which make a sturdier product.¡± ¡°That sounds an interesting nice idea. I might experiment along those lines. Thread''s still only in three colours I presume?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°No, shockingly enough they''ve added another ten or so to the palate recently.¡± ¡°Oh, joy! Does anyone sell looms? I don''t want to have to make everything from scratch...¡± ¡°You can get hand looms. There are a few people who''ve gone a few stages better and have a computer-controlled version of a Jacquard weaving loom, so as well as off-the shelf stuff, if you want enough fabric of one design you can get that done too. Still out of synthetic thread, of course.¡± ¡°Now that sounds a lovely idea,¡± Ruth said. ¡°But this sort of stuff is going to cost lots of kilos, I presume?¡± ¡°Non-food produced on Mars is pretty cheap compared to imports. Remember that, and assume everything else you know about prices is wrong. Hard to cope with, but it''s a good assumption.¡± ¡°Yeah. That sounds familiar.¡± Ruth said, thinking of her transition to living on land. ¡°Well, I''d better let you go.¡± ¡°Sleep well, cousin,¡± James said. ¡°Did I hear you say you were third cousins?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Third cousins once removed, and twelfth or thirteenth cousins on another side.¡± ¡°And no other links?¡± Simon asked. ¡°I hope not.¡± James said, ¡°But we didn''t actually check our whole trees, I guess.¡± ¡°Will it take you long? Because for peace of mind, I think you should.¡± Simon said, ¡°It''s just that when Ruth was talking about weaving, I got a little glimpse of four threads of different thicknesses joining you two.¡± ¡°Can you give us five minutes?¡± James asked.
Findhorn-Bunting complex [Welcome home, love,] Alice greeted Simon, [why are you driving?] [I didn''t think James was in a fit state to, not really.] [What happened?] [They hadn''t checked all their great-great-grandparents. They''re fourth cousins on another side, which made then start getting pretty nervous about the whole incest thing, and then just to seal it when they checked the last pair they found they''re full third cousins on that side.] [Uh oh. I''d better see how Ruth is doing.] [I think he took it harder than she did, actually, but yes, please do.]
Embassy barracks, Thursol 7th January, 11pm James lay back in his bed, looked up at the ceiling of his room, and prayed. He prayed for Ruth, not to be as devastated as he felt, that she''d be able to cope with living in her sterile, furniture-less room, on what looked like the otherwise unoccupied corridor, he prayed that she wouldn''t feel God had cheated her. He also prayed that she''d find someone she could marry; someone who''d look after, understand and cherish his beautiful emotional cousin as he''d been hoping to. Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 5: Flutes

Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 5:Flutes

Embassy barracks, Frisol 8th January, 7.30am ¡°Hi, you must be James. I''m Harry, welcome to Mars!¡± A man greeted James as he wandered into the kitchen area. Harry was also diplomatic protection, James knew. ¡°Good morning.¡± he hadn''t slept very well, and sounded grumpy even to his own ears. ¡°Hey, you''ve got a whole new planet to explore, you shouldn''t sound like it''s the end of the world.¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± James said, ¡°I didn''t sleep too well last night.¡± ¡°Oh. Unfamiliar bed syndrome?¡± ¡°No... just emotional stuff.¡± ¡°Want to talk about it, or do you want me to not be nosey?¡± ¡°Yesterday I thought I was in love with a beautiful girl. We come from the same place, but only met on the ship out; she chased me in fact. I was under orders to resist, which was pretty easy until she became a Christian the night before last. Yesterday, the sun was shining and all was right with the whole universe. Last night we worked out that we share something like a third of our great-great grandparents. No future for romance.¡± ¡°Ouch. Alice knows all this?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°No wonder she said you might want to swap duties. So, officially you''re on the rota for escorting Alice duty, but you can swap to compound security if you prefer. But if so, I''ll need to give you a three hour orientation between now and eight.¡± ¡°I guess I''ll stick with escorting her excellency,¡± James said. Harry looked at him with remembered amusement, ¡°I once made the mistake of calling Alice ''your excellency'' to her face. It was a mistake. She much prefers ''Alice''.¡± ¡°She hasn''t told me that yet.¡± ¡°Have you asked?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Well, make sure you call me Harry. Eat your breakfast, planning and prayer meeting at eight, or maybe earlier if everyone''s there early.¡± ¡°Where''s there?¡± ¡°Alice''s office.¡± ¡°Thanks.¡±
Mars Council offices, 9.30am. In a free moment, while Alice and the secretary to the Council had gone off to prepare papers for Ruth to sign, James asked her, ¡°Are you really OK?¡± ¡°I''m fine, James. Don''t worry about me. If I look tired that''s because I did a lot of on-line window-shopping last night. The fabric situation is pretty good, actually, there''s plenty of good designs available, if you look around, which I did. I''ve also priced up the furniture I''m going to get, so my room won''t look nearly so desolate soon.¡± ¡°And the rest?¡± ¡°I had a good cry, but there''s nothing to be done, is there?¡± ¡°Not really. Doesn''t mean you need to feel good about it.¡± ¡°You need to eventually, James. Move on. For what it''s worth, I think you''ll make someone a wonderful husband.¡± ¡°Thank you, Ruth. You''ll need to be careful, there''s going to be a queue of optimistic men outside your door with roses soon,¡± he thought a bit, realising that perhaps not many people grew flowers here, ¡°or at least tomato flowers, or something.¡± ¡°What, give away tomato flowers when they''d turn into crop?¡± Ruth asked in mock shock, ¡°The extravagance of love...¡± he joked. ¡°We didn''t know each other well enough for love, James.¡± ¡°So why am I so upset with my creator?¡± he asked. ¡°All the normal selfish reasons? We want what we can''t have. Wow! I''m quoting my dad.¡± ¡°A rare event?¡± ¡°You have no idea. You''re really in contact with home?¡± ¡°Well, you know how it is...¡± ¡°No, I don''t. I refused contact.¡± ¡°You did? Oh.¡± He''d heard of people doing it, but was still surprised, ¡°Urm, normally I get a call about every six months.¡± ¡°Oh. Next time you get called, please try to remember to revoke my refusal.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°And ask that my parents be told that God''s found me.¡± ¡°I will.¡±
Fiddler''s arms, Frisol 8th January, 8pm ¡°Stop looking like you''re on duty, James.¡± Alice whispered to him. ¡°I am on duty.¡± ¡°Well relax, and blend in more. You''ll put people off their music. Mandy?¡± she called an elderly friend, ¡°come and meet James, who thinks I''m in danger. James, meet Mandy, who knows everyone here except you and Ruth, and can probably tell you their whole biographies. Ruth is James'' cousin, Mandy, both arrived yesterday.¡± ¡°And you came out together? That''s nice.¡± Mandy said. ¡°It wasn''t planned,¡± James said, ¡°in fact we only worked out we were related part way here.¡± ¡°Oh, it must have been a lovely surprise, then. Anyway, you want to know who''s who? Over there is Cecilia Durrel, who makes the hottest Tabasco on the planet, a lovely Christian lady, that''s her husband, Jimmy, beside her, he''s a chemist, then beside him is his sister, Evangeline, she''s due to have her third soon, as you can see. Then there''s Jim, rare honor to have him with us, I must say, and his wife Tabitha. He promised he''d propose and then got scared and vanished out of her life for thrity-five years, or was it forty? Can you imagine it!¡± James didn''t get an opportunity respond before she moved on. It seemed that she really did know everyone, and James felt himself slowly relax as she chattered on and on. ¡°Wow, I think you got everyone,¡± James said, looking around the room, ¡°except maybe the blond about my age, over in the corner.¡± ¡°Oh, that''s Margaret, I thought you''d know her, she works at the embassy.¡± ¡°I make that a full house, then. Well done!¡± He remembered Margaret now. She''d been at the prayer meeting at the start, but had left. ¡°Now, young man, you''d better go and introduce yourself to Margaret, since you did ask after her, she''s looking this way and she''s got very good hearing.¡± James wandered over, to explain. ¡°Hi, Mandy didn''t tell me your name the first time round so I thought I ought to ask if she knew it. She tells me you''re at the embassy too?¡± ¡°Yes. You''re James?¡± ¡°Yes. Diplomatic protection.¡± ¡°I always thought that was an odd job title. I mean, how diplomatic is it to stand around and watch people work?¡± ¡°Not very, not if that''s all I''d be doing.¡± ¡°That was supposed to be a joke,¡± Margaret said. ¡°I''m laughing,¡± he said, with an almost straight face. ¡°I see. Maybe you are diplomatic. Do I gather that your girlfriend is called Ruth?¡± ¡°She''s called Ruth, but she''s not my girlfriend.¡± ¡°No? That''s not what I''d heard.¡± ¡°We worked out last night that we share about a third of our great-great grandparents. That''s almost as bad as first cousins. So no, girlfriend is definitively off the list of possible descriptions.¡± ¡°Oh, I''m sorry,¡± Margaret said, ¡°urm... how do you get to a third of a power of two?¡± ¡°Simplification. Depending on which set of great-greats you look at, we''re third cousins, and third cousins once removed, and fourth cousins, and probably something else further back, too. We made a guess this afternoon about what happened: we come from neighbouring districts of the same town, both families have very much stayed in the same area for generations, and it looks like a few generations ago people decided that they needed to look a bit further afield for husbands and wives, and went all the way to the next-door district. Weren''t they adventurous?¡± ¡°Not really,¡± Margaret said. ¡°I didn''t realise there were any places like that left.¡± It was done very naturally, he thought, with his thoughts hidden, but she was clearly probing for more information. ¡°Not many. We know we''re a bit of an oddity. A little hide-away community trying to escape the attention of the rest of the world. Both Ruth and I left.¡± ¡°Like the Amish, you mean?¡± ¡°There are some similarities, yes. Farming, hunting, fishing, handicrafts...¡± ¡°Not much hunting and fishing here,¡± Margaret said. ¡°Not for game or fish, no.¡± he agreed, ¡°But speaking of fishing for information, what''s your role at the embassy?¡± ¡°Intel,¡± she admitted. ¡°I''d love to say ''ooh, tell me more'', but I assume that I don''t have clearance.¡± ¡°Well, I suppose I can tell you I''ve read your file.¡± ¡°Shocking,¡± he said. ¡°But I''ve not heard any decisions from you.¡± ¡°I''m not aware of having made any I''d like to share.¡± This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. ¡°And you''ve really got a range of ten metres?¡± James decided he''d like Ruth to come and talk to Margaret about range. Margaret looked for Ruth. It was more than ten metres, and there were a lot of people in the room. ¡°Really?¡± she asked. ¡°My cousin decided she''ll come after this song,¡± he reported. ¡°That''s even further than I can hear,¡± Margaret said. James hid his thoughts, and said ¡°Mandy said you had good hearing.¡± ¡°That''s one description, I suppose.¡± ¡°So what''s your range?¡± ¡°About double what''s supposed to be normal. Six to eight metres.¡± ¡°Hmm,¡± he said deciding she must be part Mer before he unhid his thoughts. ¡°What does ''hmm'' mean?¡± ¡°Secrets.¡± ¡°You''re full of them, aren''t you?¡± ¡°I''m a cloud of mysteries, I''ve been told. Or something like that. There''s even a microscopic chance I might tell you some of them.¡± ¡°Oh yes? Like what?¡± ¡°My favourite colour.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°When I discover it, I''ll tell you, how''s that?¡± ¡°Very smooth. Now let''s be polite and listen. Unless you want to join in?¡± ¡°Maybe later.¡± ¡°Promises, promises,¡± Margaret said. After the song, was over, Ruth came and James did the introductions, ¡°Margaret, my multiple-cousin Ruth, Ruth, allow me to introduce Margaret who can only hear decisions six or seven meters away, the poor thing, but at least she hasn''t got the pain, as far as I know. Oh, she''s a spy but she still thought we were dating, so I thought I ought to help her do her job.¡± ¡°One of these days I''m going to do your job, and then where will you be?¡± ¡°Feeling terrible and visiting you in hospital I hope, since the alternative is being at your funeral,¡± James replied, matter of factly. ¡°I think I''d forgotten that part of your job,¡± Margaret said quietly, ¡°sorry.¡± ¡°I don''t think I ever knew about it,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Ultimately my job is to make sure if anyone sticks a knife in anyone it''s me rather than Alice, likewise bullets, but there shouldn''t be any guns here, but that doesn''t stop anyone making blow-pipes, and so on, though.¡± ¡°Makes sense,¡± Ruth agreed. ¡°Which reminds me,¡± he said, ¡°Margaret is there any way of finding what toxic plants there might be on the planet? Other than kidney beans of course, there wasn''t anything in my briefing document. It''d be good to know what sort of poisoned blades or darts might be around.¡± ¡°Poison darts? Blow-pipes?¡± Margaret asked, ¡°who''d know how to make something like that?¡± ¡°A hunter, for example, or an assassin, me. You too, Ruth?¡± ¡°Of course. Not so many trees or bamboo around, but there''s plenty of plastic pipe.¡± ¡°Any chance of a demonstration of what it would take, given the right knowledge and some kidney beans?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°Sure,¡± Ruth said, ¡°but I don''t think I''ll actually cook up the poison, if that''s OK; it''s nasty stuff to leave lying around. But I''d happily go a few stages and then turn it into bean soup, or something like that.¡± ¡°You need a lot to be dangerous though, don''t you?¡± Ruth looked at her in amazement. ¡°Aren''t you supposed to know this sort of thing? Just eating five raw kidney beans can make an adult very sick. A small pot of beans turned into a nice concentrated poison, administered by a dart? Bye bye.¡± ¡°Oh. Well, on that note, I''d better leave. I think I''m up next.¡±
8.50pm ¡°That was lovely,¡± Ruth said, when Margaret had finished playing. ¡°Can I have a look at your flute?¡± ¡°It''s not quite a flute.¡± ¡°No, it''s not,¡± Rose agreed, with her thoughts hidden, ¡°you inherited it?¡± ¡°How did you guess? It was my grandfather''s, but I think he said he''d inherited it too.¡± James had been concentrating on the crowd, not Margaret, so hadn''t looked closely at the instrument she was playing. Taking a look at what Ruth was holding, he recognised it immediately, ¡°Hmm, yes. Not a flute, is it?¡± ¡°It''s in lovely condition, Margaret,¡± Ruth said, ¡°but do make sure you re-wax and buff the bore to a full shine if you ever want to use it for anything other than music.¡± ¡°What else might I want to use it for?¡± ¡°Oh, nothing, I hope, but it might be worth practicing with it, just in case.¡± She looked more closely at the mouthpiece, and told James, ¡°it''s not more than two hundred years old, it''s got the safety catch.¡± ¡°Well that''s good. We wouldn''t want a nasty accident if she was using it loaded.¡± ¡°What are you two talking about?¡± ¡°Cultural heritage,¡± James said. ¡°Whose?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± James replied, much to Margaret''s annoyance. ¡°Did you leave yours at home, Ruth?¡± ¡°Oh, don''t worry, James,¡± Ruth said with a smile, ¡°they won''t get confused, even in the dark. This is the old four hole pattern, mine is the recent five hole pattern.¡± ¡°Hmm,¡± James said disapprovingly, ¡°I prefer the tone of the four hole version.¡± ¡°Tradtionalist!¡± she accused, ¡°the five gives better range.¡± ¡°Only in musical terms,¡± he replied, ¡°True, you do loose a bit of distance.¡± Margaret saw Alice heading their way, having just spoken to Scaredy Jim, and whispered, ¡°Alice, help! They''re looking at my flute and saying things like ''it''s a good thing it''s got the safety catch, or there might be a nasty accident.'' Can you make them stop or at least explain?¡± ¡°Maybe not in public, Maam,¡± James suggested. ¡°That''s good, because I think we should leave, once Jim''s played.¡± ¡°Problem?¡± James asked. ¡°Hopefully not,¡± Alice replied.
En-route to Embassy ¡°So, James and Ruth, would you like to explain?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°Earlier this evening, Maam,¡± James addressed Alice from his position as driver, ¡°I asked Margaret if there was any way I''d be able to find out about toxic plants, other than kidney beans, of course. I was thinking that even if guns are banned, poison is still dangerous, and there''s always knives, needles and blowpipes as a delivery methods. Margaret thought there wouldn''t be any blowpipes on the planet, and Rose offered to show how one could be made using some plastic pipes. I thought it was a good idea, but now I don''t know if messing about with plastic pipes is really necessary, since it turns out that Ruth and Margaret both have one from home.¡± ¡°You''re accusing my flute of being a blowpipe?¡± Margaret asked, incredulous. ¡°Not accusing it, no, recognising it as a superior version to Ruth''s.¡± ¡°James is a traditionalist,¡± Ruth explained. ¡°Ruth''s is a compromise made in modern times when what was meant as a disguise has come to be seen as more important that the primary function: a light-weight, short-range distance weapon. Margaret''s is old enough that it could well have been used for real. Ruth''s probably hasn''t.¡± ¡°Told you,¡± Ruth said, with a grin, ¡°James is a traditionalist.¡± ¡°You''re saying my flute has been used to kill people?¡± ¡°No, it''s not that old,¡± Ruth said, ¡°whoever last shot it almost certainly used darts loaded with a muscle relaxant which doesn''t have long-term effects. Just like I did. Mine has been used to shoot someone too, by the way, but only because I was a very annoyed teenager at the time.¡± ¡°But you also know how to make a poison out of kidney beans,¡± Margaret said. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°For use with a blow pipe,¡± she checked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Where are you two from?¡± ¡°Same place as your flute,¡± James answered, ambiguously. ¡°Grandfather said it came from New Zealand.¡± ¡°That''s just about possible, I suppose,¡± James said, ¡°in which case you''re probably a relative.¡± ¡°You have got to tell me more, please!¡± Margaret said, ¡°This is fascinating!¡± ¡°They took vows of silence, Margaret,¡± Alice said. ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°And they probably ought to be asking one from you, too, retroactively.¡± ¡°We should, yes.¡± James acknowledged, ¡°thank you, Maam.¡± ¡°And James should probably be asking you how far back you can remember your family tree, too,¡± Ruth supplied. ¡°Ruth!¡± James protested. ¡°You''re not even a tiny bit interested?¡± she challenged, ¡°I think you ought to be.¡± ¡°Well...¡± ¡°Silly man,¡± Ruth concluded, ¡°learn your lesson.¡± James, blushing and glad he had to keep looking at the road, said, ¡°Ruth has a point, I suppose, unless...¡± He didn''t know if Margaret had a boyfriend, fianc¨¦, or husband. ¡°Unless what?¡± Margaret asked, partially guessing what he was getting all embarrassed about. ¡°It''s really very simple, Margaret,¡± Ruth said, coming to his rescue, ¡°James made the mistake of falling in love with me before we found out we were relatives. I''ve always been a ''feel first, think later'' sort of person, so I''m sort of used to having my hopes and dreams fall to ashes, but he''s more stable than that and it hurt him more deeply. I guess he''s still thinking he needs to mourn or show me loyalty, or something. So, I''m not saying he''s ready to fall in love, or he''s going to fall in love with you, but unless you''ve got some boyfriend lurking somewhere, or maybe even if you have, it''d help him avoid another disaster if you did happen to know what your great-great grandparents were called, or could dredge up that information somehow.¡± ¡°All my great-great grandparents? Not a hope, sorry,¡± Margaret said, ¡°my mum got interested in working out our family tree, but her searches kept coming up blank on dad''s side. I think she only found full records for two of his grandparents.¡± ¡°With you having a pipe like Ruth''s, blanks in official records aren''t exactly a good sign, Margaret,¡± Alice said. ¡°Hey, doesn''t that depend if I''m interested in him?¡± ¡°Shall I quote you from last month?¡± Alice teased. Margaret had said she''d be interested in any Christian man with clearance and who wasn''t due to go back to Earth. ¡°No!¡± Margaret said. ¡°I''m sure Harry will be happy if you decide to un-dump him and rotate back to Earth.¡± ¡°Alice, will you stop match-making? I''m perfectly capable of sorting out my love-life on my own.¡± ¡°That''s not what you said last month, either. But more seriously, this is a situation you can''t sort out on your own, actually. Unless you''re definitively not at all ever going to be interested in James, of course. These two would consider third cousin marriage to be incest. Given how many other links they''ve got, I''m not surprised, really. So, with you having some known connection with their mysterious home and having multiple gaps, he''s going to decide he''s got to be impervious to your charms.¡± ¡°Are you suggesting what I think you''re suggesting?¡± ¡°Yes, I am, Margaret. I''ll check if you''re his third cousin or closer if you like, and I''d prefer to do it now, so there''s no doubts or wrong guesses right from the start.¡± ¡°I guess I''d like to know,¡± Margaret said. ¡°I thought...¡± Ruth started to say. ¡°It was Simon or Cecilia that had the gift?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Their majesties were rather surprised when they found out too, but it certainly makes communicating with home easier in an emergency.¡± ¡°Do I take it this change of plan is an emergency?¡± James asked. ¡°Not really. More of a precaution, I spotted one of the maybe-not-retired-assassins approaching the dome.¡± ¡°You didn''t say.¡± ¡°No. Our paths weren''t going to cross, so there was no need.¡± ¡°Maam¡± James protested, thinking he should have been told. ¡°James, first, call me Alice. Secondly, allow me to make all decisions about how my gift is used and how I respond to the information granted me by it. I do not respond well to being pressured or tempted to use my gift, or to share information that I feel is not relevant. I''m not saying never ask, but expect the answer will be no most of the time, OK?¡± ¡°OK¡± James agreed. He didn''t have much option. ¡°Oh, I''m also not in any way promising to check up on every woman you meet, but I did notice that you two had struck it off well together, you''re going to spend a lot of time looking at risk factors and the like together, and there aren''t any other single Christian women in the truthsayer association who aren''t from another country, plus of course Ruth brought up the subject. So I looked. You''re not Margaret''s fourth cousin or closer.¡± ¡°Thank you, Alice.¡± James replied. ¡°What I understand are the standard embassy rules apply,¡± Alice added, ¡°you may talk informally outside duty hours, but not in an isolated location. If you do choose to pursue a relationship, you may seek to have duty slots adjusted so you''re free at the same time, but only after you''re judged to have had a reasonable chance of settling into the local culture, typically a month. At no time will you engage in scandalous behaviour, and local customs will be followed regarding minimum periods of dating and engagement to avoid causing scandals. That bit means you should assume you''re not getting engaged before you''ve had your first decent harvest, James, or married before having enough produce to support yourselves fully by the fruits of your labour.¡± ¡°I understand,¡± James said, ¡°I''m sure I''m not ready to think about falling in love so soon, but thank you for making it clear, and for checking.¡± ¡°Ruth?¡± Margaret asked, ¡°since I don''t want to distract our driver, can I ask you something? Quietly, I mean.¡± Ruth offered her hand. [When I was little, Grandad told me all sorts of things he said were secret stories, that his mother had told him. One was about my flute, saying it was a magic flute which when you blew on it just right you could make people go to sleep.] [So he knew then.] [Yes. Another was about an old urm, lady, called Sathzakara, telling her grandchildren to go and bring her back some fish, and they did.] [Oh? That sounds rather lacking in the plot department.] [I left out the secret bits. He made me promise not to tell anyone.] [''And an oath must be kept, for an oathbreaker...'' do you know the rest?] [''is shark or sharkfood.''] Margaret thought, amazed. [Not all sharks need to be killed. Some sharks have two legs; some have more, others less, but all sharks need watching.] [Yes! He said that as well.] [Sathzakara Evangelia was an ancestor of mine, and of James too, a long long way back. Keep your oath, distant cousin, but know that you don''t break it if you talk to James.] [And the thing about putting on scales?] [Scale, no ''s'' on the end. Just special clothing.] [It can''t all be true!] [I suppose that depends on what all contains.] [A crystal city under the sea? Submarines made of gold which could fly to the moon? Having conversations with whales? A potion which lets you hold your breath for more than ten minutes?] [Some of those are no more than stories, some are secrets of the deep. You are not fully of the deep, Margaret, and the deep doesn''t give up its secrets easily. Try to be patient.] Margaret thought for a while, then asked, ¡°James, can you tell me about Sathzakara?¡± ¡°Ruth?¡± James asked, shocked, ¡°I told her very very little she hadn''t already heard, James, except we are her descendants. She has learned why oaths must be kept, but perhaps she does not truly know it.¡± ¡°Ah. So, what would you like to learn about my ancestress, Margaret? Which part of her life? Pagan warrior, evangelist, general, politician? Of how her English husband found her, and the changes that brought, or of the last change she introduced? I know a lot of stories; most are even true.¡± ¡°I think I''d like to learn all of them, James, or as many as can be told.¡± ¡°That sounds like it will take a lot of time.¡± ¡°I''ve read your file, James. Now, I''m not saying I''m never leaving, but I don''t have plans to leave. I like it here on Mars, I like the mixture of good company, physical work, music, it''s a good place. And who wouldn''t like to find out about their heritage?¡± Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 6:Claims

Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 6:Claims

Embassy compound, 12am, Wedsol, 20th January ¡°Hi! Any news on your compensation claim?¡± James asked Ruth as she arrived at the compound. ¡°Nope. Well, not really. On the eighth, as you know it was ''we''ll sort it out quickly'', the following Monsol it was ''everyone''s too busy with the influx, sorry.''. On Monsol of this week it was ''your complaint is in the queue, and we''ll get to it really soon.'' Today they said ''Really sorry, it went in the lost baggage queue, isn''t that what you said? But the paperwork said differently. We''ve sent it to head office, we can''t deal with it here.''¡± ¡°So... was it deliberate delaying tactics, do you think?¡± ¡°That''s why I''m here. I need a witness or two that it was very carefully explained to the office manager, because the junior clerk who was talking to me handed me a note about there being an automatic charge for inaccurate filing of a claim, which is exactly what I need right now.¡± ¡°Alice is going to hit the roof isn''t she?¡± ¡°That''s what I hope, anyway.¡±
MarsCorp office, 2pm ¡°Madam ambassador, what a surprise,¡± the office manager said. Strangely he wasn''t ''busy all day'' when Alice arrived, despite assurances Ruth had been given earlier in the day. ¡°I''m being a reporter today,¡± Alice said, getting out her notebook ¡°it''s more fun. Carry on, James.¡± James said, ¡°You do remember Ruth here and her bungled ticket?¡± ¡°Of course, sir.¡± ¡°Can you please explain why, then, when she enquired what was happening this morning she was handed this insult,¡± James put the ''notification of charges'' page on the man''s desk and continued, ¡°rather than any form of appropriate compensation for the loss of possessions and of course three hundred kilos of transport she suffered at the hands of MarsCorp incompetence? Also, while you''re at it you could explain why she was informed that you were unavailable the whole day and why her claim was reportedly filed as a missing baggage claim?¡± ¡°Please do be aware that I''m a registered truthsayer in the employ of the Mars Council,¡± Ruth said, ¡°and as well as taking Her Excellency''s valuable time, MarsCorp have also been keeping me from my place of work. The Council will be billing MarsCorp accordingly. Oh, and deciding to lie to a truthsayer and a journalist-ambassador is rather a jit thing to do.¡± ¡°It seems I have been placed in a difficult situation by my superiors,¡± he stated carefully. ¡°You don''t say!¡± Alice said. ¡°So, would you like to tell me all about it, so I can write for comment to MarsCorp legal department, copied to my editor of course, or would you like to discuss it with the Council?¡± ¡°My instructions came from someone in the legal department, maam.¡± ¡°High up in the legal department, or someone overstepping their authority?¡± Alice pressed, not concealing her glee. ¡°I don''t know I can comment on how much authority people have, maam.¡± ¡°I say overstepping their authority,¡± Alice explained ¡°because I''m assuming they''d need to be quite high up the corporate pyramid indeed to deliberately give the impression that the corporation is incompetent in the midst of a legal case concerning the competent operation of the corporation.¡± ¡°A legal case, Maam?¡± ¡°Didn''t you even read the paperwork you were handed?¡± James asked. ¡°Not in detail, Sir, I passed it to an assistant.¡± ¡°Perhaps you should then. On the eighth of this month you were given a notice period of three weeks for a civil case before the council, in which you could prepare evidence for the hearing or to settle out of court. You were personally handed a legal summons bearing the seal of the Mars Council, I hope you haven''t lost it, the council won''t be impressed. You stated, in front of myself, an officer of the crown, that the case would be dealt with in the next few days.¡± Alice chipped in ¡°James''s status as what you might call a roving public notary if that''s a more familiar term, is recognised on Mars under treaty provisions, so you''re in trouble already, and these things will come out in the hearing on Frisol week. It''s at two P.M., in case you''ve lost the summons.¡± ¡°I''ll need to contact head office, Sir, Maam.¡± ¡°Yes, well, that''s what you said almost two weeks ago.¡± Ruth said. ¡°See you on Frisol week.¡±
Ruth''s room, Thursol, 29th Jan, 7pm. ¡°Let me get this straight,¡± Ruth said to the MarsCorp official who''d called her, ¡°after three weeks of stony silence, one day before the trial, you''re offering me three hundred kilos in credit which I''d have to use on goods and services from MarsCorp, excluding any right to use it for transport, and fifty kilos in transport credits?¡± ¡°You could put it like that, yes.¡± ¡°And can you explain to me again why I should accept?¡± ¡°The total value of the offer is greater than the amount of your claim, Maam.¡± ¡°Assuming I was planning to buy myself two complexes, a buggy and a life-time''s supply of gloop, I might be marginally interested. But I''m not in the mood to buy two complexes this weekend. This side of the influx, the waiting list is getting close to six months now, to start with, and while I''m waiting for the one complex I''ll order, I''d much rather buy some hand-made furniture, cutlery, crockery, a loom and some fabrics so I can add some personality to this little sterile plastic space you call my living room. All of which are things that I had and would have brought with me had it not been for MarsCorp''s incompetence. Also you seem to have mis-interpreted the amount of the claim, adding the value on Earth of the items I had to dispose of rather than the value on Mars. Offer rejected.¡±
Mars Council chamber. Frisol, 30th Jan, 14:30 ¡°Would the representative for the defendant like to respond?¡± the judge, Claudia Fedira asked, after Harry had finished presenting Ruth''s case and the additional testimony from James and Alice. ¡°On the point of deprivation of property, the claimant admits selling the items listed, so I hardly see how we can be held responsible. She could have placed them in storage,¡± the MarsCorp official said. ¡°To what end?¡± Harry challenged, ¡°Commercial storage is not free, and with MarsCorp issuing her the wrong ticket, your agents informed her she would have to pay a significant amount of money to bring them with her. Otherwise, she would have done so, would she not?¡± ¡°She should have queried the ticket.¡± ¡°Your honour,¡± Harry addressed Claudia, ¡°I interpret the defence case to be ultimately resting on the principle of caveat emptor, or ''if we can get away with it, we will, and if we''re only caught afterwards then it''s all the claimant''s fault''. I acknowledge this to apply in some circumstances, but as the claimant was not the buyer, but instead the grateful recipient of services paid for by another, it hardly seems fair for her to be expected, as it were, to ''look the gift-horse in the mouth''. I feel the situation is far more like that of a company issuing a gift certificate being caught out having altered the value of that certificate between buyer and recipient, which is either gross incompetence or quite simply a case of fraudulent practice. Given the testimony we''ve heard, the fact that this has happened in another case also, (approximately matching the profile of today''s claimant) and the admission of deliberate interference by unnamed figures of authority within the Corporation to trip up any restitution of this case, I feel that there are sufficient grounds to suggest punitive damages are the appropriate response.¡± The arguments continued and James noted that Alice continued to take notes. He was pretty sure that Mars Corp were losing the argument.
4pm, outside Mars Council offices ¡°Happy with that result?¡± Alice asked Ruth, as they were leaving. The court had awarded her a total compensation package of four hundred kilos. Negotiations had resulted in that consisting of a complex with a small living dome (suitable for a single or newly-wed couple), and a medium farming dome (Alice had warned that a small dome didn''t really give enough space for experimenting or compost areas). In exchange for Ruth allowing that to be counted at list price rather than disclosing exactly what that cost them, MarsCorp had agreed to connect it to the electrical grid for free, as part of delivery, which would be within one week of when she''d notified them where she wanted it. She''d have to find people to help her put up the dome, and get the regolith improved before the dome was delivered, but Alice had convinced her that wouldn''t be hard to arrange. The other thing that had been agreed was that the same compensation deal would be applicable to Alex, the other truthsayer who''d suffered the same fate. ¡°Yes, very much so. Thank you.¡± ¡°No problem at all.¡± ¡°But your article...¡± as part of the final agreement, Alice had agreed not to publish what she''d been writing during the negotiation over damages. ¡°Oh, that''s written already. I started writing a new song that occurred to me, but I also wrote a shopping list and some notes for truthsayers coming to Mars. Oh, and in the middle I wrote a little note to a senior manager in MarsCorp''s legal department, but that was just a warning that someone in his department was getting the department in trouble. ¡°You were just writing to intimidate him?¡± James asked. ¡°I find that when you put someone in a corner, it helps to give them something they can count as a victory. He needn''t ever know he''s got me to agree under oath to not publish my shopping list.¡±
5.30pm, Embassy barracks. ¡°Hi, Margaret,¡± James said, meeting her in the common room of the barracks. ¡°How did it go?¡± ¡°One unpublishable shopping list later and Ruth is a rich woman.¡± ¡°Rich, as in, lots of credit?¡± ¡°Lots of credit and a complex to be built once she decides where.¡± ¡°Oooh, envy envy.¡± ¡°You must have been able to save enough for a living dome, surely?¡± James asked. ¡°Oh, probably. I''ve just never really looked into getting one. I mean, why?¡± Margaret asked, ¡°It''s not like I can''t decorate my room here. I''ve got my field dome, and it''s not like I need to watch my crops grow every night.¡± ¡°It''s probably more a factor for Ruth,¡± James guessed, ¡°getting away from that featureless plastic box she can call home right now.¡± ¡°Probably. What did you mean about the shopping list?¡± ¡°Alice took an oath not to publish what she had been writing during the final negotiations.¡± ¡°Oh, right. That trick again.¡± ¡°I got the feeling she''d done it before. But I''ve been meaning to ask you, do you have any advice on where I should put my field dome?¡± ¡°Urm, on your claim?¡± ¡°I don''t think it''ll fit. It''s still on paper.¡± ¡°You''ve not chosen anywhere?¡± ¡°Well, I did claim a little chunk of Hellas, which has a chance of becoming either a gorgeous beach-front property or a swimming pool, depending on all the normal things, but nowhere to actually plant my crops, no.¡± ¡°Well, I''d suggest somewhere close to here.¡± ¡°I was thinking that too. But, urm....¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Last week I looked at the map of unclaimed land, and found somewhere that looked like it was a good place.¡± ¡°Well, claim it then.¡± ¡°I then noticed who my neighbour would be, and thought I ought to ask her, in case it might start rumours or something which might embarrass her.¡± ¡°My plot, you mean?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°Yes,¡± James confirmed. ¡°Would rumours embarrass you?¡± ¡°Not really, it''s just a pain correcting them.¡± ¡°You could ignore them,¡± she said. ¡°Well, if you don''t mind.¡± ¡°I''ll be able to put up with rumours, James.¡± ¡°Thank you, Margaret.¡± ¡°James,¡± she smiled, ¡°as far as I''m concerned you can put your field dome as close as you like to my boundary, if we''re courting rumours we might as well as do it properly.¡± ¡°Margaret, are you saying you''d, urm, welcome there being substance to rumours?¡± ¡°If that''s not possible yet then I''ll settle for rumours, James.¡± ¡°I don''t know, Margaret. I don''t want to just start going out because it''s what everyone expects.¡± ¡°Does everyone include you?¡± ¡°Well, yes,¡± he said, blushing. ¡°That''s all right then,¡± she smiled, ¡°It includes me too.¡± ¡°I wasn''t sure.¡± ¡°Now you know. Are you off duty, by the way?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°That''s good. Go make your claim soon then, I certainly don''t want anyone else moving in next to me.¡± ¡°Isn''t the office closed until Monsol?¡± ¡°You need to get the paperwork in person of course, but you can register it on-line these days.¡± ¡°Oooh, I didn''t see that in orientation.¡± ¡°It''s new. Want me to show you the site?¡± ¡°Yes, please.¡± It wasn''t very complicated, but James let her take over the console a few times when he got stuck. Each time, he hid his thoughts as he breathed the scent of her hair, and she accidentally brushed her elbow or arm against his body. He assumed it was accidental, anyway. But it was nice to know she was interested, he was too. The way his thoughts and emotions were responding to her proximity made that very obvious to him. But... it was too soon, he resolutely decided. He needed to make some things clear to her before he spoke more of his feelings. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
Embassy barracks, 6.30pm Preparing food together wasn''t about romance, it was practical, it was friendship, and whoever was cooking in the kitchen did the same. He had dried foods from Earth, she had fresh vegetables; he contributed what he''d have eaten, she contributed what she''d have eaten, and they had a much nicer meal. It wasn''t about romance. But, James had noticed, during the previous week, that it did feel a bit more special when it was just him and Margaret cooking together. Tonight, knowing that they''d both be going to the Fiddler''s arms again, indeed spending the whole evening together, and both of them were off duty, was a very pleasant thought indeed. Before his thoughts got carried away again, James raised a question that had occurred to him earlier. ¡°Margaret, do you know? What''s going to happen to Harry''s field dome, claim and everything?¡± ¡°Nothing. Well, not quite, he''s going to harvest his crops, and dry them for the trip home. He''s thinking he''ll be back in a decade or two.¡± ¡°Oh! So, urm, why''s he going back to Earth?¡± ¡°Firstly his mum is getting infirm, and he''s her only child, so he feels responsible. Secondly, because he came out at practically no notice, right when Alice was starting, he left a lot of precious stuff there. The crown said he could return for a while and then come back, so why not?¡± ¡°Did I hear that you two...¡± ¡°Went out for a few months? Yes. Basically he begged and begged until I gave in, but I knew I shouldn''t have, right from the start.¡± ¡°Because he was leaving?¡± ¡°No, that was just the final straw. Why carry on dating when he''s decided he''s going back for a decade? No, I mean, he''s sturdy, reliable, but... boring.¡± ¡°He did well in court today.¡± ¡°Exactly, he''s got precision lawyer written all over him. I don''t know why he''s in diplomatic protection, he ought to be negotiating treaties, or something.¡± ¡°You''ve told him that?¡± ¡°Yes. He had the grace not to disagree.¡± ¡°You don''t think...? You know, Alice''s start...¡± he shrugged. ¡°You''re wondering if their Majesties thought he''d be a good ambassador, if Alice had decided she couldn''t cope? It''s possible. But he''s always been D.P. He''s reliably efficient at is too. And I don''t think he''s really flexible enough to be ambassador here.¡± ¡°Here on constantly changing Mars, you mean?¡± ¡°Yes," Margaret agreed. "He doesn''t like changes much. He can cope, but Alice thrives on change. He ought to be ambassador to somewhere with hundreds of years of barely changing civilisation, like China used to be, you know?¡± ¡°But you like change?¡± ¡°Stable is boring.¡± ¡°I couldn''t agree more. That''s one of the reasons I left home, too stable, unchanging and boring, among other things.¡± ¡°Other things?¡± ¡°Well, other person really. Imagine, if you will, someone with the complete opposite of Ruth''s personality. The sort of person to whom electronics was a new-fangled invention that wasn''t going to last, and why shouldn''t we still be living in caves anyway?¡± ¡°You''re exaggerating.¡± ¡°Just a bit. Almost everyone, her included, assumed that she and I would be getting married eventually, because we argued so much. But actually, I didn''t like her much, I was just determined, from about age ten on, to get her to admit I was right about something.¡± ¡°When did you leave?¡± ¡°When I was sixteen, she was fifteen. I''d told her I would, a couple of years earlier; she''d told me I wouldn''t, of course.¡± ¡°And you broke her heart.¡± ¡°I don''t think so. But I don''t really know. Her last words to me were ''you''re just going get eaten or cut up or something, and by the time you come back hanging your head in shame I''m going to have married your best friend''. Which shows how well she knew me, because my best friend was her little brother. That''s why I spent so much time there, so I could talk about guns and rockets and such things with him. But she always invaded and started an argument.¡± ¡°She''s obviously made an impression on you.¡± ¡°She did, yes. But that''s probably why I''m nervous about doing what everyone expects.¡± ¡°You''ve just told me that you knew about guns and rockets.¡± ¡°You didn''t think we did?¡± ¡°Hold hands, in case we''re overheard?¡± ¡°OK. Here comes more rumour food.¡± Trying to suppress the emotions he was bubbling with, get a grip James! He took her offered hand. It was a very pleasant feeling. [I''m very confused which bits of the stories I was told I should be believing and which ones not to. I listed some to Ruth, and she said some were just stories, others were secrets of the deep. And that the deep doesn''t give up its secrets easily.] [No, it doesn''t.] [And you''re of the deep, obviously, but I don''t understand if that''s metaphorical or literal.] [Can''t it be both? But whales are of the deep,] James corrected, [I''d say I''m mostly of the shallows, I just know some secrets of the deep.] [But Ruth told me I''m not fully of the deep,] Margaret said, confused. James nodded, [No one is, not fully, but she''s right too. Ruth and I could play happily in the deep, at least, wearing scale we could. And we could live in the shallows or on the land. You can live on the land and maybe play in the shallows, if you''re careful. Much more easily if you had scale, but... that''s a different time, a different planet.] [You mean, there have been times you let outsiders have scale?] [Sathzakara''s final change, yes. It didn''t last long, about fifty years.] [She told her grandchildren to bring her back a fish.] [Yes.] [I, urm, heard about what Heather said.] [About me being a boy mermaid?] he asked. [Yes.] [Not the most accurate use of English.] [Sathzakara was a merwoman, wasn''t she? That''s what grandad said.] [Yes.] [You''re a merman?] [English doesn''t distinguish married and unmarried male adults, so yes. Which reminds me, something you ought to know, divorce...] he shook his head [an oath must be kept.] [You''re saying that even if I consider divorce terrible, you''d consider it worse?] [Yes. Unthinkable, suicidal.] [No exceptions? None at all?] [Among my people, there have been times in the past when people have fought to the death, over a matter of honour, the law would allow it. There have been times when people were executed, the law prescribes it. A raped woman can execute or castrate her attacker as she wishes, the law allows it. Separation is terrible, a desperate state where the community would feel shame that help had not been given earlier; counseling, prayer, time with no outside requirements except the restoration of that bond ¡ª these should all happen before that stage is reached. Divorce? Adultery? They are oath breaking, and an oath must be kept.] [What would happen to an adulterer?] [One who wishes to cause someone to break their oath, or someone who breaks their own?] [There''s a difference?] [Yes. The first is a dangerous shark, the second is merely a shark or sharkfood.] [And someone who''s a dangerous shark?] [Would you let a dangerous shark near one you love? Not all sharks need killing, just the dangerous ones.] [You''d execute them?] [You don''t execute a shark, Margaret. You recognise it, perhaps you try to make it go away, but if it persists then you deal with it to protect others.] [You''re talking about extra-judicial killing as a response to attempted adultery, aren''t you?] [I''m talking about something the law allows for, but which hasn''t happened in multiple centuries, because an oath must be kept.] [James, when I thought of mermaids and mermen, I though... interesting fashion choice. But your people are not just a group like the Amish, are you? You''re not just a separatist religious group from three or four centuries back, you''re more different than that.] [Your people also, Margaret, at least partly.] [Yes. I need to remember that, don''t I? Listening to you speak.. it''s such an different culture, a different attitude to life and death, everything.] [Sathzakara''s husband called his adopted people an ancient and barbaric civilisation.] [Ancient, even what, two, three, centuries ago?] [They met soon after powered flight had been invented.] [Wow!] [If ever our people stop hiding,] James said, [perhaps Harry would be a good ambassador.] [Yeah. So, how do I put that into a report? ''Your Majesties, the ancient and alien culture from which James came to us, have been hiding for centuries but in the unlikely event they decide to let us know they exist, I''d like to nominiate...''] [You can if you like.] [Really?] [Hmm. Maybe not. That rather makes it clear we''re not just a secretive community, doesn''t it?] [Just slightly.] she thought, then hearing steps, they broke hands. ¡°I still think he''d be good, in the role though,¡± she said. ¡°In that case, I''d be really tempted to introduce Harry to Lara.¡± ¡°What are you saying about me?¡± Harry asked, coming through the door. ¡°If anyone ever found where my people live, Margaret was thinking you''d be a good person to negotiate any treaties, and I said I''d introduce you to Lara.¡± ¡°Oh yes. Who''s Lara?¡± ¡°Girl I ran away from. She kept on arguing with me for being too flighty, too emotional, too interested in silly things like going to space.¡± ¡°Sounds like a sensible girl.¡± ¡°Like I said, assuming she''s not married, I''d introduce you, if not for vows of secrecy, etc. etc.¡± ¡°Are you taking the mickey?¡± Harry asked. ¡°No, Harry, just dreaming impossible dreams. I expect she turned into a lawyer, you did really well at that today, I was impressed.¡± ¡°So, what''s she like?¡± ¡°Lara? Christian, thought-hearer, and ultra-traditionalist, at least between ages ten and fifteen. But she might have softened in the last eight years, you know, like granite does.¡± Margaret laughed at his little joke, and James found himself thinking he liked making her laugh. ¡°When you mean ultra-traditionalist, you mean ''a woman''s place is in the home?''¡± ¡°Our traditions are different, our men hunt, our women get trained by their mothers to defend themselves and the family. Think no holds barred and razor sharp knives. Quick, effective, and absolutely vicious in a fight, and pretty painful to come against in a debate too.¡± James rubbed his throat in the memory, ¡°Like I said, I ran away from her.¡± ¡°Oh wow. She sounds like the woman of my dreams. What''s her address?¡± ¡°Vow of silence, my friend. Sorry, a vow must be kept. She''d rather gut me than let me break a vow. Everyone assumed we''d marry, her included, but I knew she wasn''t for me. Leaving home was about the only way I could work out to convince her of that. I just hope she''s admitted defeat on that one, for her own good. She sure was persistent.¡± ¡°Can''t you at least tell me her full name?¡± ¡°Don''t get your hopes up, Harry. I left home eight years ago, remember.¡± Harry said, ¡°Yes, but you''re describing the woman of my dreams here, I''m pretty sure. Did she by any chance look a bit like Margaret?¡± ¡°Urm.¡± James looked at Margaret, surprised, he hadn''t noticed. ¡°There is a similarity, I guess. Lara''s hair was longer, her face a bit sharper.¡± Harry nodded, as though he was comparing images. ¡°Now the stupid embarrassing question. Any chance she''d ever be wearing a white blouse, a necklace with what looked like a nut with some pearls around it, and holding a vicious serrated knife to my throat while we debate whether Plato was a plagiarist? Because that''s the girl I see in my dreams.¡± James felt a chill go up his spine. ¡°Six pearls, one at each side of the nut, and another in the middle of the nut?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Harry exclaimed. ¡°It was her mother''s, when I knew her,¡± James said, ¡°will you show me the image, just to make sure?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Harry touched James'' arm and sent her image. ¡°That''s her all right,¡± James confirmed. ¡°Where is she, James?¡± ¡°I''ve no idea,¡± James said, shaking his head, ¡°Honestly, I''ve no idea where she would be that you two could meet up, and given how clear the vow I took was, I can''t, mustn''t even ask someone with the gift to look for her.¡± ¡°Trust in God, Harry,¡± Margaret said, ¡°I didn''t know you thought I was someone else, but I was pretty sure I wasn''t the woman for you. I''ll be praying you meet her.¡± ¡°But she''s real.¡± Harry said, ¡°the woman I''ve dreamed of marrying is real.¡± ¡°Yes. Very real, Harry. I''ll tell you this for free, my friend. Among my community, oaths are sacred, irrevocably so. An oath made, must be kept, breaking an oath means you''re either a danger to society or a doomed man who just hasn''t met his asteroid, rampaging bear or man-eating shark yet. Remember that, and don''t suggest someone break a promise, let alone an oath. Even if she''s engaged but not married yet, the Lara I knew would even count that promise as absolutely binding unless her fianc¨¦ released her from it, and a marriage vow is only broken by death. So.. don''t make promises you can''t keep, OK?¡± ¡°James,¡± Harry said, his mind working on what James had told him, categorising and collating as normal, ¡°you don''t think she''d have regarded anything she said to you as a promise, do you?¡± ¡°I hope not. I know I told her that I wasn''t going to marry her. But just in case I''d better give you a formal letter of introduction, hadn''t I?¡± ¡°Well, if you think it''ll help.¡± ¡°She''s a traditionalist, Harry. Of course a letter would help if she thinks she''s promised herself to me. It might help you find her too.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°I''ll write her name and old address on it, of course. If you wave it under the right person''s nose they''ll be able send you to the right part of town.¡± ¡°I''ll be able to look up where you came from, too.¡± ¡°I seriously doubt it,¡± James said, smiling to himself, ¡°You won''t be able to read it. The thing about secret communities, Harry, is they have secret writing systems.¡± ¡°And your vow doesn''t prevent you from using it?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°No. I''m going to need a sheet of paper though, Margaret. And waterproof ink, we wouldn''t want it to run when Harry clutches it to his sweaty body at night, would we?¡± ¡°You''re sick,¡± Harry accused with a smile, ¡°How big a sheet of paper?¡± ¡°How big''s your luggage?¡± James quipped, ¡°You want to impress the woman, don''t you? Seriously, urm, at least this big.¡± he indicated. ¡°Any chance of us finding something like sealing wax, for the full effect?¡± ¡°Martian paper will heat-seal, destructively so,¡± Margaret said. ¡°Lovely. But I was serious about the water-proof ink.¡± ¡°Also not a problem.¡± ¡°That''s good. Now... did I remember you saying one of those parsnips had a woody core, Margaret? It''d save some time if I had a stylus as well as a pen.¡±
Letter of introduction. James first folded the paper, and carefully marked which bits would be hidden, and which exposed, and then wrote Lara''s name and address on what would be the outside. To Lara Knifetongue bnt Lydia Japathe hi Enoch Wilma, last known in the sector of the setting sun, Turnbull tower, floor ten. From James Newsbringer. ¡°You''re writing in cuneiform?¡± Harry exclaimed. ¡°You can take it to a cuneiform expert if you like. They''ll tell you it''s not cuneiform and stop wasting their time. This is just how we write names and addresses.¡± James turned over the page and started writing ''letter of introduction''. Margaret looked at what James was writing, ¡°Now that looks a bit like Greek, or Cyrillic¡± ¡°Can I write this, please?¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°Ooops, let''s do this right. Harry, can you jot down your full name, your mother''s full name and her parent''s given names, and then the same for your dad?¡± ¡°Urm, yes. Why?¡± ¡°Because I need to tell her your full name. And you''d better know the name of all your great-great grandparents by the time you meet her.¡± ¡°If I just take my family tree, would that be enough?¡± ¡°That''d be excellent.¡± Once all the necessary information had been noted down, and James had constructed Harry''s full name, he continued. ''Harry is known to me as a good man, an expert in the laws and treaties of his people, and a man whose honour is clean, and whose soul belongs to God. He is neither shark nor sharkfood, and while his heart is not promised to another, he is bound to the service of his country by oath. Currently he works as a protector of diplomats, a man who counts it his duty to protect (with his life if need be) those his king has placed above him. I and others here feel he should himself be a diplomat and negotiator of treaties, so perhaps his role will change. I come to write this letter because I was reminiscing about the constant arguments of our youth to the woman I am coming to love, and I thought aloud of how you and Harry would make a good match if only you could meet. Harry came into the room just as I spoke his name, and he naturally wanted to know more. He then spoke of a vision of a woman holding a knife to his throat in a debate, a woman wearing your mother''s necklace. He showed me the image, and I recognised your face. I write this letter with no idea how or when you''ll meet him, but our God has put your face in his dreams. I am reminded of how Jacob felt no fear of Sathzakara''s knife. Such is his lack of concern about yours being at his throat as you debate your favourite topics. Lara, I do not know if you considered your declarations to me that we would marry one day as promises, but I think I usually denied them, and if you think they bind you, I write this to release you from them. I do not know if you have married another, if you have, I wish your husband no ill will, but from what I know of Harry, and what he''s said of his dream, I expect he will still be waiting patiently for you when death frees you from that vow. It is true that I have only known him a few weeks, but his honour is clear to me, so I feel I can safely say that while he waited thus, he would seek to protect your husband''s life better than his own. I would love to see who wins your first debate with this man, but perhaps that should be a private thing between you. In any case, I write this to you from Mars, where changes happen too often for my friend Harry. He says he plans to return to this planet, but I wonder if that is simply his conservatism ¡ª not abandoning his land and home here ¡ª which I see as almost matching your own. Every blessing upon you, James.'' ¡°What did you write?¡± Harry asked. ¡°All sorts of things.¡± ¡°I noticed that.¡± James sighed, ¡°Basically I wrote about why I was writing to her in the first place, what a reliable person you were, and how you''d dreamed about her knife at your throat but that you didn''t fear it one bit, that I released her from any promises she might have thought she''d made and said if she was already married then you''d wait patiently for her until her husband died.¡± ¡°And protect him if I could.¡± ¡°Better than your own life,¡± James said. ¡°Of course,¡± Harry agreed. ¡°I also said that you were thinking of coming back here to Mars, but I wasn''t sure if that was really important to you, or you just thought you ought to. For the record, she hates change more than you do, and when I knew her she really liked swimming long distances in the sea, so I don''t think she''d like it here much at all, on both fronts.¡± ¡°Swimming pool is no good?¡± ¡°Too man-made, too small, too flat, too modern, too sanitised, not the real thing at all.¡± ¡°Oh, right. Yeah, I see her point.¡± ¡°I just can''t imagine how, where or when you''re going to meet her.¡± ¡°What about if took my vacations on a beach somewhere?¡± ¡°You''re going to try to guess which night of the year you might find her swimming from which hundred yards of deserted coastline out of the thousands of kilometres on the planet? Bear in mind that I can''t help you find her.¡± ¡°She''d be swimming at night?¡± ¡°Best time. Stars on the water, far fewer outsiders, it''s easier to hide, and so on. You''d never spot her.¡± ¡°Yeah, I guess I''d do better watching an airport.¡± James laughed, ¡°absolutely not, friend. Absolutely absolutely not. ''What me, get in one of those crazy modern things with nothing underneath except open air? The wings might fall off!''¡± ¡°James, there''s a massive hole in your claims. They just don''t add up in any possible logical manner. I could just about, possibly, with a lot of straining, believe that there''s some town hidden away under some camouflage in some rainforest or somewhere or in Siberia, or some other place where no one goes, where your community lives away from prying eyes, but you can''t get me to believe that the woman I saw in my dreams regularly goes swimming in the sea off Siberia, she''d freeze, and all the coastlines anywhere near jungles are a long way from deserted. You just can''t hide a town of even a thousand people anywhere near the coast. She has to fly to get to deserted coastline.¡± ¡°She couldn''t, Harry.¡± Margaret said, ¡°To fly she''d need I.D., a passport. Their majesties have no doubt that James'' people are real, but they''re really hidden too. James'' DNA wasn''t on anyone''s database. That''s one of the reasons James is here long-term: their majesties don''t question his loyalty, but they don''t know where else he''s loyal to as well, and have no desire to put him into a position where he might be called on to break his vow.¡± ¡°It doesn''t make sense.¡± ¡°If you remember, Harry, ten years ago people would have said the same about thought-hearers too. I said James'' DNA wasn''t on anyone''s database, but there are some links. Mostly to thought-heaters, I''ve got some matches myself. Somewhere... maybe deep under the Vatican or something crazy like that, there''s a significant community of Christians the rest of the world doesn''t know about. I really don''t know how much longer they can stay hidden though.¡± ¡°Me neither,¡± James agreed, ¡°it might even happen in our lifetime.¡± ¡°It''s just an impossible claim,¡± Harry insisted. ¡°Well, when you meet her, you can ask her about her home yourself, Harry.¡± ¡°Will she tell me?¡± ¡°If she marries you, and if you bind yourself to her people with a stern oath to protect their secrets, then yes, there is a good chance she will tell you.¡± ¡°Does that go for me, too?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°I don''t think Lara would be willing to marry you, Margaret, sorry.¡± James said. ¡°Oh, you!¡± Margaret laughed. Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 7: Significant decisions

Effects of Secrecy / Ch. 7: Significant decisions.

Embassy compound, Satursol, 14th Feb, 10am ¡°It''s going to be pretty odd, without Harry around,¡± James said, as Simon drove Harry to the spaceport with his cabin baggage. Since he had practically no baggage, he''d been able to stay even longer than most tourists did, but Earth was getting further and further away. Every day he delayed meant more travel time. ¡°Not to mention a bit more work for you,¡± Alice agreed. ¡°Only a bit?¡± ¡°Yes. You''ll see. Now, since it''s valentine''s day, a status report please. How are you and Margaret getting on?¡± ¡°Margaret is a lovely woman who''s being very patient with me.¡± ¡°What does that mean?¡± Alice asked. ¡°It means that I expect we''ll be going out, she expects we''ll be going out, but so far we''re not officially going out.¡± ¡°Because?¡± ¡°Because she''s being patient with me; she hasn''t asked me and I haven''t asked her.¡± ¡°Well, don''t keep her waiting for ever.¡± ¡°I''ll try not to, maam.¡±
Mars Spaceport, Satursol, 14th Feb, 2pm ¡°Dr Findhorn-Bunting?¡± Horrace asked, just before going through the departure gate. ¡°Urm, yes,¡± ¡°Hi, I''m Horrace from the Institute. Kate says hello.¡± ¡°Oh, hello.¡± ¡°I''ve just got in from the University. I was supposed to make contact as soon as the scanner was fully functional, but that was 2am this morning, I thought maybe I shouldn''t.¡± ¡°Oh, right. What was the problem?¡± ¡°Basically it comes down to shielding and radiation mangling signals. I''m sure you''re aware of the issues.¡± ¡°Oh, yes. On the list of impossible terraforming projects is giving this planet a nice Earth-like magnetic field. My own experiment still gets the odd strange effects from stray signals on the control leads.¡± ¡°Oh? Well, I think we''ve managed to crack the nut on the head by transmitting the signals down any long leads as an F.M. signal, and demodulating at the other end. It''s a bit messy, but it seems to work. Feel free to talk to the guys in our lab about details.¡± ¡°Thank you, that sounds a useful lead. If I could get a perfectly clean control signal, I might get a better handle on what exactly is causing the effects.¡± ¡°Then there''s optical fibres, of course.¡± ¡°I know, but consumer grade is just too temperature sensitive. The experiment gets pretty warm and everything goes out of alignment after a few cycles, I''ve found. Research grade optical fibre is a special import from Earth. and the university has steadfastly refused to let me get a drum of it when I''d only need a few metres.¡± ¡°Oh, I know the problem with the consumer grade stuff, it''s rubbish. But the analyser unit''s full of research grade for data interconnects. There''s a half kilometre drum in the scanner lab in case of repairs, and the guys there have got pretty good at jointing it properly. Tell them I sent you, given the kilometers in the analyser a few metres is neither here nor there.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°And I''m sure they''d love to get a chance to document what happens in your brain, you know when.¡± ¡°I can''t really escape that, can I? Not after you going to all the trouble of setting up just next door, as it were.¡±
Embassy compound, Frisol, 20th Feb, 8.30am ¡°Morning James, off to bed?¡± Alice asked as James finished his night shift. ¡°Sometime before noon, yes.¡± ¡°Margaret said, when I collared her yesterday, that she thought you still needed more time to make up your mind if you liked her enough to date.¡± ¡°No, I like her enough.¡± ¡°Or if you trusted her enough.¡± ¡°That''s probably closer to the problem. I think it''s also whether I trust myself enough.¡± ¡°Self-confidence issues?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Maybe.¡± ¡°She also wonders if her role in intel is hurting things between you.¡± ¡°Urm, maybe.¡± ¡°She told me that you jokingly, or at least she hopes it was joking, called her a spy, when you first introduced her to Ruth, and that you''ve not asked her about her work since, as if you have either been told you need to not know anything about it, or you''re not interested. Therefore, I''m going to give you a word of advice: it doesn''t hurt to ask, and it might hurt not to.¡± ¡°Maam, is any part of her intel role related to identifying or reporting on my place of origin?¡± ¡°No. There are some things about you she''d like to be able to report on, but I think she''s afraid of asking you about them. But in no way are they intended to put at risk anything protected by your vow.¡± ¡°Am I allowed to ask her about them and other aspects of her work?¡± ¡°Of course. Just not in the middle of a crowded room. There may be some peripheral things she''s not allowed to discuss with you, but if there''s any of them that cause you concern you may ask me about them.¡± ¡°Thank you, Maam. I find myself... relieved.¡± ¡°James, some time, please refresh your memory on the subject of unfortunate oaths, as applicable to officers of the crown, and then discuss with Margaret as appropriate.¡± ¡°Unfortunate oaths, maam?¡± James was confused. They were oaths such as an oath someone was forced to take when held as a captive. ¡°I know the area, but I don''t see the relevance.¡± ¡°You''d better re-read the law and discuss it with Margaret, then. Some time when you''re off duty and she''s on-duty.¡± ¡°Urm, like now, Maam?¡± ¡°Precisely,¡± Alice said.
Embassy office, 9am, Frisol 20th Feb. Margaret was surprised to see James waiting for her as she returned to the outer office after sending a message. ¡°Hello, are you here officially?¡± ¡°I have a question which I''m informed counts as work for you and not for me,¡± James answered. ¡°Oh yes?¡± ¡°I''ve been told to refresh my memory of the laws related to unfortunate oaths, and I have, but I don''t understand why.¡± ¡°Oh, well, you''d better have a seat, and I''d better educate you, hadn''t I?¡± ¡°Please.¡± ¡°How do you regard your oath, James?¡± she asked, when he had done so. ¡°My oath to the crown?¡± ¡°No, the one to your home.¡± ¡°Urm, part of who I am, I guess.¡± ¡°That''s probably why you don''t see the link. It is on your file as an unfortunate oath.¡± James sat back, stunned. It... it made sense, and a lot of things fell into place. ¡°I didn''t realise that at all.¡± ¡°Well, now you know.¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°Sorry? Why?¡± ¡°Because for some reason I''d assumed all the protections built around unfortunate oaths didn''t apply to mine. And that, urm, you were under orders to report back anything I let slip.¡± ¡°I''m not a spy, James.¡± ¡°I guess I need more educating then, but that probably comes later.¡± ¡°Probably.¡± He thought a bit, ¡°I thought the unfortunate oaths rules only applied when someone was already an officer.¡± ¡°Well, that''s the main section of it yes. But you made it known as part of your application process, didn''t you?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°So, it''s always been on your record. Obviously someone decided it counted as such, I mean, what else could it be classed as? No don''t answer that, I can, you''ve been assuming it was somewhere in the defector aware of an enemy secret category, haven''t you?¡± ¡°Yes, I guess so.¡± ¡°Oh, James, why didn''t you ask?¡± ¡°Sorry. I guess.... I guess I couldn''t imagine my oath being protected like that. You can''t report on things it covers, can you?¡± ¡°Of course not. You thought I would?¡± James hung his head in shame, ¡°sorry.¡± ¡°Well, does that explain why you''ve been getting so nervous around me?¡± ¡°Probably.¡± ¡°So, got any more duty-related questions?¡± ¡°Yes. When do you get off duty?¡± ¡°I''m working normal office hours today. You?¡± ¡°Night duty, starting at eight.¡± ¡°Why are you awake at this time of day then?¡± You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. He shrugged, ¡°I couldn''t fall asleep yet, too much on my mind.¡± ¡°And now?¡± ¡°Now I''d love to stop you working some more, but that''s not allowed is it?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Could I cook something for you, for six?¡± ¡°Of course. I''ll dig up some veg during lunch time.¡± ¡°Don''t, let me treat you, OK? By way of apology for being such a jit?¡± ¡°Are you going to insist?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Oh, all right then. Just as long as you get some sleep.¡±
Embassy Barracks James woke at 5.30pm, which was later than he''d planned. He wasn''t sure why he''d slept through his main alarm, the secondary one had woken him. But he''d still have time to get the meal ready, anyway. It was all prepared. He dressed quickly and went to the kitchen, and stopped, stunned. The kitchen had been ... transformed. The bare walls had been covered with wall-hangings, and the normally bare table had a thick cloth on it, and candles. ¡°Hello James,¡± Margaret was there, looking stunning, there was no other word to describe her. She had a beautiful dress on, and had her hair in a complicated style. ¡°You''re beautiful,¡± he said. It was all his brain could be persuaded to say first. ¡°Glad you think so,¡± she blushed slightly, ¡°You can blame Alice for giving me ideas. She gave me the afternoon off and also disabled your main alarm clock, when I told her I needed a bit more time to get ready.¡± ¡°Why?¡± he indicated the candles and everything. ¡°Because I told her how stunned you''d been at the oath thing. I also let it slip that you''d said you wanted to cook for me. She suggested I make the evening a bit special.¡± ¡°This is a bit special?¡± ¡°OK, so I got carried away,¡± she grinned infectiously. ¡°Margaret, you''re a very very lovely woman, and I don''t think I deserve you. Would you do me the great honour of being known as my girlfriend?¡± ¡°Hmm, what do you think?¡± ¡°I''d like to hear you say it,¡± he said, looking into her eyes. ¡°I''d be very happy to be known as your girlfriend, James. Then maybe we can get our rotas a bit more synchronised. Now, since I''m responsible for delaying your start, can I help cook?¡± ¡°In that dress?¡± ¡°I came prepared, ta-da!¡± she said, pulling an apron from a cupboard. ¡°OK, but beware of spitting fat. There''s not much to do, actually. I bring you... stir-fried fake-chicken and crispy vegetables.¡± ¡°Where did you get the vegetables?¡± ¡°Traded Harry some dried protein-rich journey-food for a sack of potatoes, I took some to he market this morning.¡± ¡°Ah! Cunning. Does that mean you''re going to be going hungry soon?¡± ¡°No, because I think I''ve only got to wait a few days before I pick my first vegetables.¡± ¡°How? You haven''t been here that long, surely!¡± ¡°Ah well, you see beloved Margaret, my cabin luggage included a few innocent looking plastic boxes, about this big.¡± he indicated with his hands. ¡°I read the rules very carefully, you see, and checked with the ship owners. We still can''t bring plants from Earth, but there''s nothing wrong with bringing seeds, or sterilised growing compound, or a small bottle of pre-mixed nutrient solution, or with mixing them all up together on the ship.¡± Margaret looked at him in awe: ¡°You landed on Mars with seedlings?¡± ¡°Yes. Some didn''t survive the re-potting, but most of them did.¡± ¡°And you''ve had your claim improved?¡± ¡°Yes, and my field dome arrives tomorrow.¡± ¡°Where are you putting it? I forgot to ask.¡± ¡°Exactly where you suggested.¡± ¡°What, right next to my plot?¡± He heard the shock in her voice. ¡°Mistake?¡± ¡°James, you do know what everyone will think that means, don''t you?¡± ¡°That I''m an optimist,¡± he answered, ¡°and that I don''t mind rumours, or that I''ve got plans for the other end of the plot, which does adjoin the road.¡± ¡°Oh, yes? What plans might they be?¡± ¡°It''s a bit of a dream, but... parking space for visitors, and then another field dome, the tunnel sort. Sunk into the ground, to bed-rock if possible, the regolith isn''t really so deep around here, I found out, and then I put in some reinforced insulating walls.¡± ¡°And then what?¡± ¡°I put water in it.¡± ¡°A swimming pool?¡± ¡°Too tame, and too much chlorine. I''d put salt water in, and oxygenating plants and plankton and fish in it, and assuming I can get them imported, some of a particular type of squid. And I''d grow certain salt-water tolerant plants around the edges too.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because if I can do all that, then maybe, just maybe, I can make you the vilest drink you''ve ever tasted.¡± ¡°Once described as chilli con mouldy cabbage mixed with old shoe curry?¡± ¡°That''s the stuff,¡± he agreed, glad she''d heard of it. ¡°Don''t be silly, James, that can''t exist, it''s the sort of story an old man makes up for his grand-daughter. Next thing you''ll be telling me about a massive dome keeping the water out of a city full of crystal spires.¡± ¡°I wasn''t actually planning to.¡± ¡°No, I''m forcing the issue, and I want to re-learn the songs he taught me too, and one day learn the language. Just in case I ever see an antimatter powered submarine on its way to Mars.¡± ¡°Sorry, they don''t exist.¡± ¡°Shame, I''d love to see your home, but that''s only going to happen if we could do the trip to Earth and back in a sensible amount of time.¡± ¡°I suppose if home stops being a secret, then I could return to Earth and we could visit there, and I could show you all my old haunts.¡± ¡°It''s OK, James. I''ll settle for your sea-on-Mars dream. It sounds more realistic.¡±
Church hall, Sunsol, 1st March, 12.45pm ¡°Simon,¡± James asked, during the coffee time after church, ¡°I''ve been meaning to ask you. Your hedgehogs, are they always the same size and shape?¡± ¡°No. Why?¡± ¡°Is it, like, predictable or unknown causes?¡± ¡°Unpredictable, so far. We think it''s related to other signals.¡± ¡°That sounds scary.¡± ¡°Why scary?¡± ¡°I was just thinking how bad it might be if instead of a hedgehog you got a spear, poking its way through your dome, or a researcher for that matter, just because someone''s wrist unit got a call or someone''s visiting toddler fiddled with the tuning dial.¡± ¡°James helpful¡± Heather pronounced. He smiled at her, he certainly wanted to be. There had been some very nasty accidents amongst the mer as they were learning to use the things Simon was playing with. ¡°James, I don''t think you need to worry, we''ve never got one of them bigger than three centimeters yet.¡± ¡°I do need to worry, Simon,¡± James insisted, ¡°unless you can assure me you''re looking at every single configuration and not turning on the ones that look dangerous, or you''re carrying out the experiments almost as far from others as you''d like to be from an uncontrolled fission reaction.¡± ¡°They''re not that dangerous, James.¡± ¡°Simon, some people might say I shouldn''t be telling you even this, but you''re my brother in Christ, and you''re wrong. They are that dangerous.¡± ¡°They don''t work outside a vacuum, James.¡± James shook his head, and noticed Alice. He decided he wanted her to scan him carefully. ¡°Alice, without details, can you convince your husband I''m not just scared of shadows?¡± [Sure?] she was shocked at James suggesting such a thing. [No. Not at all.] [Would it help if I got Margaret over to help you think it through?] [Probably.] [Then you go hold hands with Margaret, for no other reason than you like doing it, and I''ll convince Simon, because you''ve convinced me you''ve got a moral dilemma.] ¡°Simon,¡± James heard Alice say as he left ¡°Please consider just how serious James must have been to ask me to intervene.¡± ¡°Pardon, love?¡± Simon asked, confused. ¡°Listen to the guy, OK?¡± ¡°But they''re safe.¡± ¡°No, I said listen to the guy, Simon. He''s in a moral dilemma about trying to protect you from something he can''t admit to knowing about.¡± ¡°He told you that?¡± ¡°Of course not, he can''t admit to being in that moral dilemma, can he? He asked me to help and then decided against it. Doesn''t that sound like a dilemma to you?¡±
Church hall, Sunsol, 1st March, 12.55pm ¡°Hi, Margaret, I''m under instructions to hold your hand.¡± ¡°Excuses, excuses,¡± she said, then thought [Why?] [Simon''s just told me he''s got three centimeter hedgehog spikes, so I''m glad I decided I needed to give some warning, but then he decided I''ve no idea what I''m talking about. I''ve no idea how to make an atom bomb either, that doesn''t mean I want my friends playing with critical masses of plutonium.] [James, are you saying your people know about these things?] [I''m trying to walk the fine line between keeping my friends and people nearby safe and not say anything about what my people know or don''t know, but it''s hard. I almost got Alice to scan me, but I think she understood without doing it.] [Are they really that dangerous?] [There was an experiment at school. I never did it, but you know, it was talked about among the kids. First make a one millimeter sea-urchin, or hedgehog if you prefer, and then tune it so the spikes grow together to make a disk and when you''d proved you could do that you got to jump up and down on the disk. But there were big warnings about not tuning it the wrong way and making a cone or a five meter long needle, and it was in this special room carved out of solid granite, and the experiment was carefully positioned so the disk wouldn''t cut anyone in half, and if a kid did break things and somehow make the cone or the needle then the equipment would be smashed before it did real damage, and so on. In other words they did everything they could to make it safe and they knew how to limit any damage, because they''d studied the theory of the thing and everything, and even then there was a risk of things going wrong and people dying. Simon doesn''t know the theory, he hasn''t worked it out yet. He doesn''t know the risks, he''s just blindly fiddling around in the middle of a busy campus with a field strong enough to decapitate everyone in, I don''t know, three hundred meters or something. And I''m vowed to secrecy and I''m only telling you because you''re similarly bound and I''m deeply deeply troubled by hearing he''s got a three centimeter urchin, and because I love you too much to believe you''d break my vow for me.] [I won''t break your vow, James. And thank you for trusting me, but yes, we can''t let him kill everyone on campus, can we? What do we do?] [Unless I get formally told by someone in the ruling council at home I can say more, I don''t know what else I can do, without breaking my vow. Surely that''s not what I need to do?] [We don''t know there''s going to be an accident. Simon''s been working on those hedgehogs for years. Let''s pray for that discussion to happen before anyone is hurt, and let God be in charge.] ¡°When young couples go standing in corners holding hands,¡± Anna Durrel interrupted, ¡°then they get invited over for lunch.¡± ¡°Oooh, Anna, what a thing to promise! Maybe we should do it more often, then,¡± Margaret said, ¡°But we don''t want to get an invitation under false pretenses.¡± ¡°Oh? You''re not going to tell me you''ve just spent the last few minutes holding hands because of a dare, are you?¡± ¡°No. It was orders,¡± James said, ¡°well, maybe a strong suggestion that I think something through with Margaret.¡± ¡°And I was just thinking you make a lovely couple. And I do notice you''re still holding hands.¡± ¡°Oh, we are a couple...¡± Margaret agreed, ¡°but this was more about ethics than emotions.¡± ¡°Oh, ethics? You''d better come to lunch then,¡± Anna said. ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°My pleasure.¡±
Durrel family complex. 2pm, 1st March. ¡°This is excellent, thank you!¡± James said, ¡°Our pleasure.¡± Anna said, ¡°I won''t object to some help washing up, but don''t feel you have to if you have to get away.¡± ¡°Anna said you were having an ethics discussion?¡± Tom asked. ¡°Yes, it''s a bit tricky since James is under oath not to talk about lots of things with people who don''t know them already. I sort of know them, because of stories my grandad told me when I was little, which he made me promise not to tell anyone except my children. I expect that if grandad hadn''t made me promise that, then I''d have told them, say to Alice''s Heather, and then I wouldn''t be able to talk about them with James.¡± ¡°I''m confused already,¡± Tom said. ¡°I''d really appreciate it if you didn''t spread it around, but it''s no great secret that I come from an isolated, secretive group of people.¡± James said, ¡°Margaret''s great grandmother, or maybe great-great grandmother came from there too. We''re something like ninety five percent Christian, have more than the average number of thought-hearers, and are collectively paranoid about what''ll happen if the outside world discovers too much about us, due to some bad experiences in the past. So, before I left home I took a vow of secrecy, to not talk to outsiders about my past.¡± ¡°Which you''ve just broken?¡± ¡°Oh, generic things like that are fine. It''s specifics I can''t get into, like history, location, too much about our culture, that sort of thing.¡± ¡°OK. So what''s the ethical issue?¡± ¡°This is where it gets complex. I''d value advice, really I would, but I don''t see how I can tell you about it without breaking my vow.¡± ¡°Could you do it by analogy?¡± Anna asked. ¡°Hmm. Maybe. Margaret, what do you think?¡± ¡°It''s going to be hard.¡± ¡°What about the kidney beans?¡± James suggested. ¡°It might work, OK. Let me tell it, please?¡± ¡°Kidney beans?¡± Tom was confused. ¡°OK,¡± Margaret said, ¡°Let''s try to use the kidney bean analogy. Imagine for a moment, Anna and Tom that when hunting... what might you hunt, James?¡± ¡°Lesser spotted sabre-toothed-bunnies,¡± James said. ¡°James, you''re weird, but I love you. While hunting the dangerous beasts known as lesser spotted sabre-toothed-bunnies, James and his tribe use a poison made from kidney beans. James knows kidney beans are dangerous from his upbringing, but the rest of Mars thinks they''re a strange new delicacy.¡± ¡°Kidney beans?¡± Anna asked ¡°A delicacy?¡± ¡°Humour me, please, it''s only an analogy,¡± Margaret said ¡°Imagine you only heard of them last year.¡± ¡°Oh. OK.¡± ¡°So, James knows that treated properly they''re a useful high protein food, but treated badly they''ll land you in hospital. Does he keep quite, protecting his oath but maybe there''ll be an accident and people poisoned, or does he warn people breaking his vow about not speaking about his people using them?¡± ¡°A third option might be to break into the central bean store and burn them, or something, but that''d be illegal,¡± James said, ¡°and I''m not sure it would help for long.¡± After some talking round in circles about it not being ethical to do any of the options talked about so far, Tom said ¡°It sounds like what you really need, is some alternative source of information you can point at, which doesn''t break any secrets.¡± ¡°That''d be lovely, yes.¡± James agreed. ¡°No such thing?¡± Tom asked. ¡°Not that I''m aware of,¡± ¡°Hmm, tricky. I don''t suppose you''ve got a friend who''d be in a position to accidentally stumble on the danger, in a not so dangerous sort of way?¡± ¡°You mean, eat enough raw beans to get sick but not enough to kill themselves?¡± Anna asked. ¡°Is that ethical?¡± ¡°If they know what they''re doing and why, and only they''re getting hurt, I guess it would be.¡± Tom said. ¡°I think it''s got potential. Thank you Tom,¡± Margaret said. ¡°I think now all we need is a small miracle, so we can talk to the person who''d be in a position to talk to the person who''d be able to eat dangerous beans in such a way they don''t get hurt, before anyone does.¡± ¡°Not to mention that we end up with no curiosity about what you''re actually hiding.¡± Tom said. ¡°Maybe we should just pray that your people decide to come out of hiding,¡± Anna said. James saw Margaret looking at him, questioningly. He nodded and said, ¡°Yes, that would make it much, much easier.¡±
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Embassy Barracks, Thusol, May 16th [James, I, Karella, call you. You can talk?] [High councillor! Yes. I''ve been praying you would call.] [There is a problem?] [I have worries, High Councillor, and news. First though, before I forget, my third cousin Ruth who walks on Mars regrets and renounces her rejection of contact. She sends message to her parents and all who know her: ''God has found me.''] [Ah, that is indeed good news. You have more?] [I am not quite engaged, high councillor. My heart belongs to Margaret, who hears thoughts and whose grandfather taught her that an oathbreaker is shark or sharkfood, and swore her to never break the secret of the stories he told her of home, just as his mother or grandmother taught him. Alice who does not pry confirmed we are not fourth cousins or closer.] [Ah. How did she know?] [Because on my way here, Ruth thought I would be a good catch, and I was under orders not to start a romantic connection without discussing it with her. With Alice, I mean.] [Ah, so you had a duty to explain about comparing genealogies.] [Yes, and she forbade it. It was not a problem until the we landed, when Ruth turned to Christ. Then... once we had permission to discuss, we were too eager, too excited. We found we were third cousins once removed and did not discuss other relatives. For a few hours... it seemed risky, dangerous, stupid even, but possible. Then Simon, who sees truth, spoke of other bonds between us, and we found the truth. We are third cousins, fourth cousins, and third cousins once removed. Having seen how devastating it was, Alice checked Margaret without asking me.] [She is compassionate.] [She is. And she treats my oath as binding on her also, but Margaret has told me things she has learned that I must pass on to you, High Councillor, and through you, to the council.] [Speak, James Newsbringer.] [The land-men are not tricked. Not fully, not now, by amnesia. They examine DNA, and compare it. They are bemused about where we who walk among them come from, and they watch us. But they see we are trustworthy, hard-working people, and that our different genetics is in their population also, and has been for generations upon generations, but still they recognise us. They value privacy and do not pry, at least those from the country that gives me a passport. I suspect that the next amnesiac they meet will be reprimanded for wounding themselves, and told he or she should have just gone straight to the authorities and said they had taken an oath not to speak of their past. I am quite sure they have a list of us, just in case, but they do nothing. They also have a good guess from other countries, too, as a found child is always reported among them, and DNA profiles circulated. Margaret tells me she is sure that other countries have also noticed these things, or if not will do so in the next few years. Ruth''s experience on her way here, claiming to be a refugee, was also not pleasant either, as much depends on the foster home or reception centre. She also was logged and recorded as one of us. She was not abused, praise God, but until she was registered as a truth-sayer nor did she find much acceptance. So, I humbly ask the council, if news-bringers and home-leavers are recognised and catalogued, does that not mean the time of sending news-bringers should come to an end?] [I have heard similar thoughts, James, but you speak with more knowledge. Thank you.] [I also have another question for the council to debate, one which puts me in a great dilemma.] [Speak, James.] [Here on Mars, they study what is to them a strange new forcefield. Alice''s husband discovered it some years ago, but he only knows how to make sea-urchins so far. But he does not know the risks. He makes urchins with spikes up to three centimeters, in the middle of the university, I quail at the thought of what might happen. I pleaded with him to only try those configurations which did not show as dangerous to his gift, but he is but one of a team. Is there someone, somewhere, who could send him a message of warning? Who could present him with some theory which would explain sufficient so he sees the risks, or who could perhaps cause a small, safe ''accident'' which could be reported to tell of the dangers?] [I was an inattentive student, James. Is three centimeters so much bigger than what was demonstrated at school?] [I think it is thirty or sixty times the volume, high councillor. Even a disk of ninety meters would kill many, for it is a crowded campus. But I think I remember it is far far worse. I beg you to ask an expert, for what I think I remember terrifies me. He has the apparatus on a bench, at waist high, and thinks it''s safe because his experiment only works in a vacuum.] [I hear your worry, James, and I ask one now. I will call you when I''ve finished talking to him.] James waited, relieved.
Mars university. Simon was about to try another experiment when he heard a voice in his mind. [Hi. Please don''t turn that thing on where it is now.] [Pardon?] [How much power are you putting into that spike-ball?] [Who are you?] Simon thought back, but the number did come to his mind. [Dear Lord preserve us! That much? I''m a very concerned friend, via someone with the gift, obviously, who''d be concerned too if she knew what I know. Let me tell you some numbers you can experiment with, somewhere where you won''t risk killing the entire population of the university, OK? Roughly speaking, as I''m sure you''ve worked out, input power is proportional to the volume that contains the spike-ball. The spike ball is the thing all curled and folded up because no one''s told it what to do. Now, hit it with a vertically polarized R.F. beam just above or below the excitation frequency and you''ll turn it into an inefficient pulsating surface, not much bigger than the spike ball. That surface will be perpendicular to the electric field of your R.F., and also perpendicular to the plane you get from the normal to your emitter coil. Get to exactly the right frequency and with only one resonator you''ll suddenly get a circular plane, where input power is proportional to area. Write this down please, one millimetre of diameter ball gets you roughly a three meter radius disk, so it might cut you in half, I''d love to know how it hasn''t already, actually. Ten milimeters is going to cost you a thousand times the energy, and give a thousand times the area, as for that monstrosity you''ve got there... Eek, I''m glad you''re not on my planet.] [How do you know this?] [Due to fun and exciting maths, hit it with exactly one octave below the excitation frequency and you''re going to get a long rod, where length is, you guessed it proportional to input energy. One milimeter diameter spike-ball gives you about thirty meters of spike, so ten millimeters lets you try to punch holes through something about thirty kilometres away, assuming nothing breaks. The spike will be the normal to the plane of polarization, as you might expect. So, don''t try this at home, OK? You really don''t want to go down in history as killing everyone in the name of science.] [You say the force plane is along the coil axis?] [If it could form there, which it can''t, it''d slice the coil in half. It''s an interesting effect. I''ll let you determine what determines the exact offset, and why it never forms on the circuit-board side of the coil. [My coil is perpendicular to the circuit board, horizontal coils looked dangerous to my gift.] [Tell your wife to thank God for that information, it''s kept you alive. That''d probably just smash itself, if it got the wrong R.F near it, and quite frankly I''m surprised you''ve never had some. You''ve still got the risk of the spike, though, which would seriously ruin your dome, not to mention do nasty things to whoever it goes through. Well, I say a spike, really it''s a tube. Work out how to get it to make a cone and you''ll be half way to understanding how it all hangs together. Oh yeah, the vacuum thing? That''s just breakdown of residual air at the induced field gradients. Pot the circuit in the right high voltage resin or ceramic and it''ll work anywhere. But please... keep your spike balls really really small, OK?] Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. [But I don''t get them at all at the power you''re talking about.] [You''d better think about interacting fields and circuit layout then.] [And isn''t there any way to deenergise the trapped radiation? I don''t want that radiation burst.] [Oh, that''s what you''re playing with them for? Yes, but that''s advanced class, I''m afraid. I can''t even guess how I''d start when it''s a spike ball. Take care and don''t kill anyone.] Simon looked at the experiment he''d built. It had been a new design, attempting to get a clean control signal, using Horace''s suggestion of modulating something at radio frequency. His chosen frequency had been an octave below that of the main resonator, so he knew he''d have a nice stable reference signal that way. There was no way he could guarantee that signal wasn''t going to get to the five centimetre hedgehog the apparatus had been intended to make. He tapped a few numbers into his computer. Fifty cubed times thirty meters. The damage that a three thousand kilometre spike might do didn''t bear thinking about. He cut off the high power connecting leads he''d spent the morning attaching, and then took a marker and wrote on the board ''Danger! Do not power up! Probably has lethal design flaw.'' Then he decided he needed to spend some time with Alice; he had a message to give her.
Embassy Barracks, Thursol, May 16th, 10am [James, it is done.] Karella thought to him, [A forcefield designer has spoken to him, and your friend now knows about spikes and disks and how to make them. Enough, at least that, he is dismantling his latest experiment.] [Thank you councillor, but... does that not reveal our secrets?] [Does it not save many many lives?] she asked in reply, [It does, councillor.] [And no one has made me swear an oath. But I have a request for you, James. Seek out information on the SpaceGuard bomb-probe. Astronomy is not easy from Atlantis, but an elderly news-bringer has heard it was due to hit Earth, but in the ocean ''so there was nothing to worry about''. Please do try to find where it is predicted to drop its radioactive poisons. SpaceGuard on Earth seems to be slow in releasing more precise information.] [Of course, High Councillor. I hadn''t heard of it, but I''m looking now. Ah, I find a science article from the observatory here. {shock} In this article they predict it will hit the approximate centre of the North Atlantic, but suggest more confirming studies.] [Ah, so they are not sure.] [No high councillor, they are not sure.] [James, do not worry for us too much. Atlantis can move, after all.] [I am glad for that, High Councillor.] [I may tell your parents of your Maragret?] [Of course.] [Your sister is expecting, and says she sends her love when she''s not feeling sick, then she wants to send that.] [{laughter}Please send her my blessing. Oh! I almost forgot, high Councillor. Something else unexpected happened some weeks ago. A land man, my colleague for a while, before he left back for Earth. He is a very stable man, Margaret describes him as boring, but I think conservative and reliable are better descriptions, but he became most agitated and emotional over one subject. Margaret and I were thinking that he had more the characteristics of a treaty negotiator than as a bodyguard for such. She said he would have been well suited to ancient China, a place with many traditions and little change. I thought of home, and jokingly suggested that if home ever received ambassadors from the landmen, I would introduce him to Lara.] [Lara?] [Lara Knifetongue, I had been telling Margaret of our constant arguments.] [Ah, that one, yes.] [He entered at that time and he demanded I tell him of her. He has had a vision of her, holding a knife to his throat as they discuss Plato. Her knife gives him no pause nor fear, and he is sure they will wed. Does she walk on land?] [Lara? Never!] [Has she married?] [No.] [I hope she does not think she promised herself to me. But it seems God has revealed her face to Harry. I gave him a letter of introduction, in case he should ever meet her, releasing her if she did think that.] [That was well thought.] [But what does it mean, High Councillor, that a land man be granted a vision of a mermaid?] [Wearing scale?] [No, her mother''s necklace and a white blouse.] [I think it means they are to meet, and perhaps marry. We live in strange times, James, perhaps she will leave us also.] [No, High Councilor, for there was another thing, a thing so natural that I only remember it now. He showed me the image he had from God, and I recognised where they were standing too, it was beside the Turnbull ring.] [A land-man beside the Turnbull ring?] [Yes. A disturbing image.] [Not necessarily disturbing, if it''s an image of love. And the knife is in her hand remember, I''d much rather that than the other way round. Maybe the time to stop hiding has come. I will discuss it with the Council, James. How old did Lara seem to you?] [Older than I remember, but... not so old.] [Her mother still lives, but she is not well, not at all.] [He returns to Earth to care for his mother.] [Ah. Harry, you said his name was?] [Yes. He should be on Earth by now.] [He is beside his mother''s bed,] Karella said, [glad he arrived in time, and also sad. My guess is she is dying.] [Poor Harry!] [And your Margaret is looking for you, James. You are tenth cousins, and I ask you tell her my position, but not yet my name. Let it be added to your file that you are sometimes contacted by one of the ruling council of your people. Perhaps it will be useful one day, and if Alice or Mystery tells you she needs to know my name, tell her.] [I will, High Councilor, but I do not understand why.] [It is better, you see, that they ask you my name, than look for me. Thus more secrets are preserved.] [Ah, I understand. Thank you.] [Now, speak of all our conversation today to your intended, James.] [All?] [Trust her, James. It is important.] ¡°Oh!¡± Margaret said, coming in, ¡°There you are!¡± ¡°Sorry, love. A long, long conversation with home. I''m under instructions to tell you all about it and to ask you to put into my file that the lady who sometimes calls me is on our ruling council.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°To me, it sounded like ''In emergency, Mystery or Alice can ask James for contact name.''¡± ¡°Well, that''s considerate of her.¡± ¡°Yes. And apparently Harry is sitting beside his mum''s bed glad he got there on time but sad, so I guess we''d better tell Alice. Other news is Lara''s not married and has an unwell mother too, and the interceptor is going to crash in the middle of the North Atlantic.¡± ¡°Is that, urm, a significant location?¡± ¡°At the moment it is, yes. Expect strange mid-Atlantic tectonic activity or something.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°That''s what happened last time, anyway. Some heat traces showing up on satellites accompanied by a few rumbles to help people come up with a plausible explanation.¡± ¡°I''m lost, James.¡± ¡°Let me guide you.¡± James said, turning her round. ¡°Alice''s office is that way, this sound is coming out of is my face, and these soft bits are my lips ready to kiss you.¡± [Silly. What are you talking about tectonics and things for?] [Home can move.] [Oh!] [More information is we''re tenth cousins, which is about as near to no relation as you can get, I love you very much, and my sister is expecting.] [That middle bit is news?] [I hope not. Have we got time to look at my crops?] [I expect so. Should we see Alice first or second?] [Second,] James thought. [Any particular reason?] [Of course there is. Oh, apparently Simon got talked to, told stuff about hedgehogs.] [Praise God!] [So, urm, let''s be quick. I don''t want to be there when he gets home.] [We could go to Alice first.] [No we can''t.] [Why ever not?] [Please, ask me no questions, my lady.] [You''re planning something.] [Who, me?]
Findhorn-Bunting residence, 11am ¡°Hello, why are you grinning like that, James?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Because Margaret is going to give a report on the state of my crops.¡± ¡°Am I? I thought we were going to tell Alice about Harry.¡± James''s smile vanished, ¡°I forgot, yeah, that''s no grinning matter. Did you hear about me knowing the girl of his dreams?¡± ¡°Yes, you told me.¡± ¡°I got a call from home, and reported it. She''s still at home, apparently. Looking after her very poorly mother. The member of the ruling council who called me ¡ª I''ve been told to make sure that gets in my file just in case you need her name ¡ª told me she checked on Harry, too. He was beside his mother''s bed, sad, but glad he got there on time. She didn''t check, but she guesses that she''s not got long to live.¡± ¡°We''re not asking you to call him, Alice,¡± Margaret said, ¡°But if you do, please send our prayers.¡± ¡°Of course I''ll call him. Now, James, what was it you were grinning about?¡± ¡°Margaret, tell Alice what you saw in my field, please.¡± ¡°Well, Alice, as you remember, he had his first harvest a couple of months ago and it passed entirely disappointingly from a romance point of view.¡± ¡°It wasn''t grown on compost, so it didn''t really count.¡± James said. ¡°Despite the fact that we''re still eating it and leaving the freeze-dried all alone, apparently it didn''t really count,¡± Margaret interpreted, ¡°so today, he wanted to show me that he''s somehow got his whole field dome planted, (I''ve no idea how he managed for compost), and that his crops are all sprouting nicely, and he''s got peas and beans and what he tells me are broccoli and cabbages and brussel-sprouts and I''d guess he''s got enough root veg growing to feed him for a year or two even without the greens.¡± ¡°Where did you get all the compost?¡± Alice asked, ¡°or are they all going to die of malnourishment before harvest time?¡± ¡°I asked Harry if he really needed all his heap next year, or if I could swap my uncomposted greenery from my first harvest for an appropriate amount of ripe compost.¡± ¡°I hope you didn''t cheat him.¡± ¡°Anna Durrel made the call. I certainly wasn''t going to. I also mixed in quite a bit of the perlite I brought with me as an extra regolith improver, and in case they start looking malnourished I''ve got reserves of nutrients from my cargo.¡± ¡°I see, I think. You''re saying you''re well on the way to having enough crops to support you long term, aren''t you?¡± ¡°Yes, Maam.¡± Margaret looked at James as realisation dawned, ¡°James? Are you...?¡± she asked, but he laid a finger gently on her lips. ¡°So what I''d like to ask, Alice, is when I''ve taken Margaret to what I feel is an appropriate place at an appropriate time, and I''ve asked her if she''ll marry me, and if she says yes, whether it would also be possible for us to talk about a wedding date.¡± ¡°As long as that date is after your crops will be ready to harvest, yes. I''m not giving you permission to marry on the basis of seedlings. But you can set the date.¡± ¡°Thank you, Alice.¡± James said, then he turned to Margaret and asked, ¡°Margaret, will you do me the honour of accompanying me on a walk? There are no storm-warnings expected.¡± ¡°Of course, James, I''d be happy to.¡± Ten minutes after they''d left, arm in arm, Simon arrived home. Effects of Openness / Ch. 2: More about Lara

Effects of Openness / Ch. 2: More about Lara

James''s field dome, June 22nd Frisol [James, is that your field?] Karella''s voice reached him. [Yes, this is my field, these are my potato plants {image}, they are growing very well. I will be able to harvest some of the tubers in a few months.] [Not all?] [It is better to leave them longer, but the small ones have a good taste. And this is Margaret, my fianc¨¦e.{image}] [Congratulations, Margaret. Know that I am called Karella, and I serve on the high council of Atlantis, and today I call you James and Margaret, because I call all who have gone out from us, and their children and their children''s children. I know you cannot come, but still, the invitation is extended, to all of our blood, to help us who hide decide if that time should be over. The end of Atlantis may be near.] [{shock!}How?] [The interceptor is coming, it has been confirmed. It aims straight for us, and there is a chance it will explode as it hits the water. That shock wave could crack the dome, if we were still here. The reactors were being serviced, I did not remember when I last spoke to you, James. My husband and the other atom-workers rebuild them as quickly as they can, but... you know the song of the engines, James. There is risk, especially a risk when they are assembled in haste. If the engines cannot be started, and Atlantis does not burn, then the navy of the deeps and shallows will try to move our home, and that will not be quiet. We will be discovered, even with city''s own engines, detection is likely, because we cannot move slowly, and nor can we fake such a large earthquake. So, at the command of the council, I invite all home, even those who cannot come, to help us decide if we seek to stay hidden or make ourselves known to the world before moving, so that no submarine commander commits genocide from fear.] [I do not envy you that decision.] Margaret thought. [You cannot see your ancestral home with your own eyes, Margaret, so I send you the view from the top of the council tower. This has been our city for a thousand years and more,{image}, here we have studied and lived and stayed safe{image}. Genocide is still possible, but it will not be complete, I know, because you are there. Guard our heritage well, James, and teach Margaret all things. Warn her what is inevitable in case of genocide. There is not time to defuse Thomas Bombbuilder''s legacy, even if the council so voted. And do pray for us.] [We will, High Councilor.] James assured her.
A few minutes later [Antimatter bombs.] Margaret thought, after James had explained. [Yes. The power battery for the space-submarines, turned to a nightmare weapon. The space submarines probably would have worked, you realise, but land-men had invented intercontinental missiles and launch-detection satellites, it was too big a risk to ever build them. But the forcefields for power had already been designed, and some built. It was the time of mutually assured destruction, and increasing paranoia in the world''s military. To make the bomb was only a few simple changes to the driver circuit. All that was needed really, was a circuit that would turn off the forcefield, under the right conditions.] [Those being that Atlantis sent out some signal?] [No. It was never meant as a weapon of war, but as a deterrent. Each bomb has a detector, and the detector listens for a signal from Atlantis, which varies, and modifies, but the rules are programmed. If that signal does not arrive, there is a second way it detects that Atlantis exists, and a third, and a fourth, we did not want any one problem to cause devastation. But if Atlantis is gone, then the bombs will self-trigger. They are a horrible weapon, no one is proud of them, but land-men still do not have the technology to stop them. They are our last defence, if we are threatened. We know we would loose an interspecies war, this was the way our ancestors chose to avoid one, at the heart of the cold war, and a time of great fear.] [I don''t like them.] [Nor do I. Nor did Thomas Bombbuilder, when he''d thought about it more, but his arguments against them them were weighed against the arguments he''d made for them, and the Council insisted he continue. He could have refused, taken an oath to build no more, but he didn''t. Part of the reason was that the bombs can communicate with each other. They don''t normally of course, but they can. If there aren''t enough, then that line of safety is removed. And also... the bombs are powered by the antimatter they contain. There is a... family legend, a rumour, that he told his grandson he did not put much antimatter in the last ones he made. I don''t know if it is true, I don''t know how if it''s even possible to find out, without dismantling the bombs.] [How do you dismantle an antimatter bomb? Doesn''t that just make it blow up?] [You remove the trigger device, and then you have a nice and safe antimatter battery.] [I''m not sure any antimatter battery ought to be considered safe.] [We build to last, Margaret. We have no interest in consumerism and waste. Our components do not fail like land-men''s do, because there was deliberately not enough of this or that in the mixture.] [But still...] Margaret protested. [The antimatter powers the circuit. If the forcefield weakens, it gets more power, but properly designed, it does not take much to keep the forcefield going. Plus of course, there is a second forcefield protecting the circuit board, too, to protect from impact, water, insect or radiation.] [You sound like you studied them.] [I was interested in coming to Mars, even before I left home. I can''t say I knew I''d meet you here, but I''m very glad I came.] [But Karella spoke of the your reactors destroying Atlantis.] [The high councillor has told me she did not pay much attention in school, love. I''ll teach you the song she referred to, but the verse about Atlantis burning has been out of date since Sathzakara''s time.] [James, I''ve not asked, but she spoke of Atlantis being a thousand years old. How far back does your history go? How long have my ancestors been two separate peoples?] [History or Myth? We have never had a dark age, Alexandria''s library burned, but Atlantis'' never did, and our curators look after its treasures well. We started to hide after Rome declared war on us, for they feared us and tried to hunt us to extinction. We have their declaration of war. We were a separate people back then, and before. We have treaties signed by Rameses, with Agamemnon, with Priam, and with the first rulers of Athens. They are all in our library.] [Wow. And before then?] [Let me teach you of beginnings then, my beloved, when the world was young. As mankind spread out through the land of Nod, Havilah, Ophir and Shinar, Yah, the judge of all the world, spoke to the first of our people. He gave them the secret of the potion, and told them: your brothers will rule over the animals of the land, but they cannot see the leviathan at play. And he named us sea people, and told us to be strong and courageous, and rule over the fish of the sea. Thanks to the potion we could dive and swim, and catch fish, and thanks to our knives and spears the sharks feared us and the crocodiles avoided us. After the flood, which is another story, we became two people, the Outer Mer and the Inner Mer. The Outer Mer were stronger for they lived along the coast of the Atlantic, the Inner Mer stayed in the protected waters of the Mediterranean, and had more children. And it came to pass there was war between the Outer Mer and the Inner Mer. And none won. Then the Outer Mer said why do we fight, when we are brothers. One on one we beat you, but you outnumber us, and it has always been this way, no one ever wins. So why do we do battle just to give our sons and daughters to feed sharks? And a peace treaty was agreed, and the Outer Mer swore never to do war against their brothers. But the king of the Inner Mer dealt treacherously with them and broke his oath, and he ordered his soldiers to attack, to wipe out the outer Mer. Not all his soldiers attacked, some were true to their oaths, but many many Outer Mer died that day, and as they died they pleaded to Yah, who is judge of the living and the dead. And Yah sent sharks with no legs, and they killed the sharks with two legs, the Inner Mer who had broken their oaths. And after the killing was over a new oath was taken, the beginning of the law: an oath must be kept, because an oath-breaker is shark or sharkfood. And there were some of the soldiers who had not died, and they asked, what of us? And so there was the second part of the law of all Mer: not all sharks need killing, only the dangerous ones. And the soldiers threw down their spears and said we are not dangerous. And the women-folk asked, then who will protect us from the shark and the crocodile and the land-men? And the men said ''we will hunt, and use our muscles to bring home the game, and fight to defend our loved ones if we must, if the battle presses in hard, but we will not daily go armed for battle. We have been sharks, we will not be dangerous ones.'' And they took an oath, and an oath must be kept. So the women picked up the spears and blowpipes, and the men of the outer mer taught them to fight, but would not fight themselves unless the battle was hard pressed, either. And so it is that the merwomen are warriors, and the mermen hunters. But all will kill a dangerous shark, if it has no legs or two legs or more. And that is the end of this tale.] [Thank you, James. It''s a lovely story.] [The outer mer do not have webbed feet, and are stronger, but they are few among us.] [{shock}Webbed feet?] [Yes. Almost all Mer have webbed feet ¡ª if you look at my toes you might see scars where my webs were surgically removed before I came. We also have aquatic-mammal muscles, and compared to land-folk we have better memories, quicker reactions, better language abilities, poorer concentration, an innate desire to swim, and the ability to hear where fish are under water, or navigate in the dark. That''s why I spoke of interspecies war. We''re a subspecies. Closely related, of course, or you wouldn''t be my tenth cousin. Oh the other thing... Mer genes tend to be dominant. It''s not guaranteed, but expect our kids to have webbed feet, and want to spend their every moment terrorizing fish in that pool I want to make.] [I thought that was just a dream.] [I think that if Atlantis is going to be making itself known, then there ought to be a proper mer embassy here, with somewhere decent to swim. I''ll talk to Karella about it if she calls. Also, I''d love to have my rock-cutter.] [Rock-cutter?] [Little hand-held fusion-powered laser cutting tool. Excellent for slicing holes in rock or carving and engraving. It''d make building a proper swimming pool much easier. Not to mention it being really handy for turning rock into furniture.] [Hand-held fusion power?] [Practical application of where Simon''s hedgehogs should get land-folk in a generation or two, maybe sooner. Make a little cylinder, fill with hydrogen, apply a burst of power while squashing it a bit to get it going and then let out the light at your chosen frequency. Our rock-cutters have a few other forcefields in them to help keep the cut stable. The clever bit is the depth of cut control.] [Depth of cut on a laser? That''s impossible, surely?] [Told you it was clever. It''s all about reflecting forcefields. Don''t look at me like that, Margaret, I''m not a magician, we''ve just had almost two thousand years head-start on you. The fusion reactors powering Atlantis had just been finished when one of our people went to see what was happening near Hastings. There seemed to be a bit of a battle going on. He wrote a funny song about how the Normans were so proud of their fleet of sailing ships, and he was on his way back to fusion-powered Atlantis for a nice warm bath because he didn''t like the new neighbour''s attitude. We''ve had forcefields since a couple of centuries after that. Land folk are catching up really fast.] [This is so strange, James. I don''t know if my people are mer or land-folk. I feel proud of my people''s long stable history, of keeping records, but horror that your people could plant antimatter bombs. Does that make sense?] [Of course it does. You associate with the people you grew up with, you associate with the positive things of being Mer. But really, both peoples are your people, Margaret. And in a different way, both people are mine. We''re neither of us purely one nor the other now. I''m proud of the way our monarchy is run. The Mer have a council, which normally rules by consensus. Thus when there''s an urgent problem, what do they do? Call an even bigger committee!] [Don''t be too hard on them, James. Surely this isn''t something you can decide by decree.] [Oh, they could. I think the average Mer is going to be happy with carrying on as we''ve always done or overjoyed at thought that soon they might be able to play dolphin any time they like. We''re quite a simple people, really. Give us some waves to play in and most of us are happy.] [Don''t exaggerate.] [High Councillor Karella, one of the most powerful leaders of our people, was once disciplined for endangering the secret of the mer. For a dare, because she thought it would be fun. According to the rumour, half the council apparently thought ''yeah, that could have been me when I was eighteeen.'' That''s what a serious people we are.] [I''m sure she''s learned her lesson. What did she do?] [Swam up to a nuclear submarine''s periscope and pulled faces at the back of it. From her description, I''m pretty sure it was a T-class fast attack sub.] [They have two periscopes.] Margaret pointed out. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. [I know. I''m fairly sure she didn''t. We take oaths seriously. Otherwise, I''m not sure we''re as grown up as land-men.] [But you said Lara was ultra-conservative.] [Yes. She considered it her sacred duty as a warrior to carry her weapons everywhere, just in case she got a chance to use them. She also read every law and treaty of our people, in case she got a chance to use them too. The question was whether she''d respond to you with her knife or her tongue. That''s how she got her name. I actually gave it to her, she accepted it thought it was a good fit to her personality, and soon everyone was calling her Lara Knifetongue.] [And you think she''ll be a good match for Harry?] [Yes.] [Why? She sounds like an absolute terror.] [Only to people she''s trying to change. I wasn''t ever precise enough to answer her, sure enough in what I said, and like I said, I didn''t like her, or her constant demands for absolute precision.] [Oh... I see what you mean. Very different results but the same sort of nature. Precision, loyalty, accuracy...] [I think she''s going to find a rock she can really rely on, and he''s going to find that precision and conservatism can have their exciting sides.]
Monsol, July 17th, 1pm James''s wrist unit buzzed as he was doing his rounds of checking the embassy compound''s life support units. He didn''t answer until he''d finished checking the one he was on ¡ª he was nearly finished he didn''t want to miss anything suspect. ¡°Hello?¡± ¡°James, it''s Ruth,¡± she sounded tense. ¡°Hi, Ruth. Problem?¡± ¡°Personal problem, yes, are you on duty?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Bother. When are you off duty?¡± ¡°Technically, end of the evening at Fiddler''s arms.¡± ¡°Double bother.¡± ¡°Would talking to Margaret help? She''s off at five.¡± ¡°How much does she know?¡± ¡°Karella invited her home and told me to tell her all.¡± ¡°She''ll do then. Thanks.¡±
Monsol, July 17th, 2pm ¡°James,¡± Alice said, looking rather flustered. ¡°I''ve just had an official communication from their majesties putting all other plans on hold. Why today of all days?¡± ¡°Problem?¡± ¡°The Mars council are going to collectively think I''ve gone stark raving mad, but otherwise not really. You''re going to be backing up what I say.¡± ¡°I am?¡± ¡°Just as soon as her Majesty Queen Karella, undisputed ruler of the deeps and shallows wakes up and I can persuade her to release you from your vow, yes.¡± ¡°They made her queen, then?¡± ¡°You don''t seem very surprised.¡± ¡°Well, we''ve been a monarchy before. It''s a lot of work for someone so it went out of fashion. If there''s going to be a monarch then I guess Karella makes a good choice. The poor thing.¡± ¡°Hmm. Simon got some anonymous help with his hedgehogs.¡± ¡°I''d heard, Maam. And I must say I was very relieved.¡± ¡°Fifty grammes of antimatter,¡± Alice said, naming another snippet from her briefing. ¡°Approximately. They were intended to power interplanetary space-ships, Maam, but that project was cancelled and they were made dangerous because of your cold war. We don''t like them, but they exist.¡± ¡°Rock-cutters.¡± Alice added. ¡°A useful tool, though I''m confused about the context.¡± ¡°Able to cut a plane from the air?¡± James thought a bit and said, ¡°they''re not meant for that at all!¡± ¡°But they could?¡± ¡°I suppose so, Maam. Who thought of that?¡± ¡°Karella''s ambassador to the United Nations, when an ambassador mentioned depth-charges.¡± ¡°Now they are disgusting weapons, maam. Like randomly dropping bombs in a park to try to make a sniper throw down his gun.¡± ¡°Apparently, Karella has nominated someone currently here to be Ambassador to Mars. /Apparently/, a little pod will eventually be flung this way, quote ''once they''ve finished designing and making it, maybe this week,'' which I find staggering. It''ll contain said ambassador''s seal of office, and a few other things, apparently. Lastly their majesties have decided to volunteer me to explain these things to the council and other ambassadors. And it''s Heather''s school play this afternoon, and I''d promised to attend it.¡± ¡°On behalf of my birth people, Alice, I''d say a vow must be kept. I expect that introductions can wait.¡± ¡°James, it doesn''t work like that.¡± ¡°Let me put it another way, Alice. As an officer of the crown, if I make a promise I must keep it. You are their majesty''s representative. You planning to attend Heather''s play is not at all the same as you promising to. One causes you some annoyance, the other attacks your position as a trustworthy person and there-by undermines trust in the royal family you represent.¡± ¡°You''re saying it''s my sworn duty to attend the school play while the fate of nations is at stake?¡± ¡°Nations tend to be quite resilient, Maam. I''ve noticed that little girls can be quite fragile.¡± ¡°Any idea where Margaret is? I want to hear her thoughts on this.¡± ¡°Ruth came about half an hour ago and declared that what she''d called a personal problem was certainly work for Margaret. I think they''re in the truthsayer office.¡± ¡°Hmmm. Come on. I want a body guard.¡± ¡°Who from?¡± ¡°My self-esteem. It''s saying I''m going to make myself a laughing stock, and it''d be much better to accidentally break my arm, leg or failing anything else including my neck. Atlantis is a myth.¡± ¡°Well, fictional anyway, Maam. We just stole the name.¡± ¡°''Ruth mermaid''. Heather saw, didn''t she? And Ruth even admitted it, didn''t she? What was that about?¡± ¡°I took it as reassuring me she hadn''t been the shark she''d pretended to be.¡± ¡°Shark?¡± ¡°We are a simple people, Alice. We like to keep things simple. Some sharks have no legs, some have two, or more. Most aren''t dangerous, but they might be, so you watch them carefully, in case it turns out that they are. I knew that Ruth was a Christian, but by claiming herself a mermaid she was saying she''d never been a shark.¡± ¡°Mermaids can''t be sharks?¡± ¡°Oh they can be, in other ways, but not the sort she''d pretended to be.¡± ¡°And this keeps things simple in your mind?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yes. A dangerous shark might attack for no reason, but you can normally tell if a shark is dangerous or not before it attacks, assuming you watch it well. The fact their majesties are asking you to intervene on behalf of the Mer ambassador sounds like they''ve decided to be allies already, which I''m really pleased about.¡± James took a breath, ¡°Alice, unlike most countries on Earth, Mars poses no military danger to the Mer, has a voice in the United Nations, and is a small population in an unusual situation. Is it any surprise Karella sees potential for an alliance? But you can''t make an ally of someone who thinks you''re a myth. I guess that''s why you''re involved.¡± ¡°So, what''s wrong with approaching Mars''s ambassador at the United Nations, as has obviously happened elsewhere?¡± ¡°Pass,¡± James said as they reached the truthsayer offices, and entered the airlock.
Truthsayer offices. ¡°Hi, Alice,¡± Margaret said, ¡°you look stressed.¡± ¡°Only because I am. Have a read of this.¡± ¡°Oh, that''s interesting!¡± Margaret said. ¡°Interesting! Please drop all plans and stand by to be met by someone and go introduce them to the council, when it''s Heather''s school play in half an hour, and I''ve promised to go.¡± ¡°I told her she should keep her promise,¡± James said. ¡°I also need backup, like for example, James here being able to help me convince the Council that I''ve not lost my marbles.¡± ¡°Alice, meet Ruth.¡± Margaret said, ¡°Ruth is currently wondering if you''re talking about meeting her. Ruth is also wondering what she did wrong to be threatened with being made ambassador during what she was assured were the final waking moments of Karella Farspeaker''s day. Karella promised her she could have a few hours to think up some excuses. When was this, Ruth?¡± ¡°About nine this morning. There I was, sitting at my desk at the council then bam! ''Hi Ruth, the council''s gone and made me queen of all Mer, and we''re coming out of hiding. Atlantis starts moving tomorrow and you''re going to be ambassador, unless you''ve got a much better excuse than ''I don''t want to be.'' Goodnight, I need to sleep. Time for excuses and more instructions as soon as I wake up, unless something else urgent comes up.'' And I agree with you Alice, how do we convince the Council that it''s not a big joke? Not that I want the job.¡± ¡°So, Alice,¡± Margaret said, ¡°you''d better go to the school play, because nothing''s going to happen until Ruth gets her chance to argue.¡± ¡°I think you''ll do a wonderful Job, Ruth,¡± James said. ¡°Ha!¡± Ruth said, and stuck her tongue out at him. ¡°And I also think I know just the way to convince the council.¡± ¡°Oh yes? What''s that?¡± ¡°Get them to meet you at the pool. I think, Ruth, even though you had so little luggage, you brought your scale, didn''t you? I noticed something in the lining of your baggage.¡± ¡°I couldn''t leave it in the hostel, and it doesn''t weigh much, and....¡± ¡°Exactly, and it''s part of who you are. So, show them who you are. I expect ten minutes of swimming will save a lot of time. Plus it''ll be more fun than arguing, won''t it?¡± ¡°Haven''t you seen how small that pool is?¡± ¡°Of course I have, but still...¡± ¡°Yeah, it''ll be better than arguing.¡± ¡°And of course you could complain to Karella how tiny the pool is, maybe she could send us some rock cutters.¡± ¡°What, next cycle?¡± ¡°According to what Alice said, the fabricators are working on how to send you your seal of office, and such like.¡± ¡°Oh! That''d be nice.¡± ¡°I thought you didn''t want to do it?¡± Margaret said, confused. ¡°It occurs to me that the ambassador for the mer almost has to have somewhere she can swim properly, doesn''t she?¡± Ruth asked, looking on the bright side of the job. ¡°Told you,¡± James said. ¡°I want a proper knife too,¡± Ruth added, ¡°what they call steel round here is just useless.¡± ¡°You sounded just like Lara, just then.¡± ¡°Lara Knifetongue?¡± Ruth asked, surprised. ¡°You knew her?¡± ¡°Of course. She''s a cousin. How do you know her?¡± ¡°Urm... her brother was my best friend. I gave her the name.¡± ¡°Oh!¡± Ruth did a double take, and then burst out laughing. ¡°What?¡± James asked. ¡°I''ve heard all sorts of things about you, James Tongue-tied.¡± ¡°I never accepted that name.¡± ¡°And to think... Oh wow... if we hadn''t worked out we were cousins she''d have probably gutted me. She was utterly convinced you were hers, James.¡± ¡°I know. I told her often enough that I wasn''t, though.¡± Margaret put an arm possessively around James and said ¡°He''s mine. Remember Harry, Ruth?¡± ¡°Mr reliable? Yes.¡± ¡°What do you think would happen if he met Lara?¡± ¡°Once she''d launched a vicious attack on him for not praising her beauty enough and he''d neatly pinned her to the ground without hurting her or getting a single smudge on his suit, you mean?¡± Ruth asked with a grin. ¡°And then they''d debated Plato,¡± James added. ¡°Probably a fully traditional mer romance and babies. Lara wanted the traditional number ¡ª lots.¡± ¡°I hadn''t thought that far ahead, but yeah, you''re right, she would, wouldn''t she?¡± James agreed. ¡°Should we warn him?¡± ¡°He''s never going to meet her though, surely?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°That''s not what his dream told him,¡± Margaret said. ¡°What''s this about a fully traditional Mer romance?¡± Alice asked Ruth. ¡°Well, the typical Christian romance involves a lot of careful consideration, and getting to know one another, then the decision to marry and then, normally within twenty-four hours, taking oaths in front of a witness or three. Well, normally you''d arrange a party the same evening rather than just grabbing some people off the street. The older tradition was more a case of man grabs a woman and chains her up to be his a concubine and then assuming he''s still alive after a few weeks and she decides she''s not going to try to gut him for dishonouring her, she might decide to take a vow to stay with him. The council outlawed concubinage after we became Christians, by the way. The older one is roughly like the Christian version, but probably with a lot more alcohol at the party, but the even older tradition, which of course Lara studied up on, was that he would bring her some freshly caught game or a catch of fish, demonstrating his hunting ability, and she would blowdart him, which according to Lara demonstrated both her ability in self-defence and her ability to nurse him back to full health while preparing the feast. He''d recover and part of her vow would be to never blow-dart him again. Lara thought that was very romantic. You really think they''ll meet?¡± ¡°Margaret and I were thinking he ought to be in on the treaty negotiating team,¡± James said. ¡°Well hopefully she''s not going to spark an international crisis then. But Alice, shouldn''t you be going to the school?¡± ¡°Just one question. How come you''re telling me this when you''re not released from your vows?¡± ¡°Because you''re not going to violate them for us, Alice,¡± James said, ¡°you needed to know, and you already know the greatest secrets of our people: that we are, and we have high technology.¡±
Atlantis, Early morning, 18th July ¡°Lara, your presence tells me your Mother has gone to her Lord. You have my deepest sympathy.¡± Karella said. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± Lara Knifetongue said, sadly, ¡°Thank you. I don''t understand why you asked me to come, but I am here.¡± ¡°Lara, you have devoted yourself first to traditions, and then to your mother,¡± ¡°It is true, majesty. Both were what I felt was my calling, my duty. I don''t know why.¡± ¡°You feel neither have brought you happiness?¡± ¡°Devotion to tradition drove away a boy I thought I loved, and my care for my mother was to no avail.¡± Karella had expected it; she was teetering on the edge of deep despair. Hence this meeting. ¡°What I want to be assured of, Lara, is that if nothing else, you know you also have a duty to live, to worship God not the tasks you''ve set yourself or others have set you, and to not make God a liar.¡± ¡°Not make God a liar, your majesty?¡± Lara asked, confusion breaking through her misery. ¡°I have spoken to James who you claim you drove away. He is engaged to another and in respect of land-men customs they will not marry for some time. But, months ago, before we knew of the interceptor, he wrote you a letter of introduction for a land-man who knows your face from his dreams. A man who has no more fear of your knife than Jacob did Sathzakara''s.¡± Lara caught her breath, and Karella continued, ¡°I do not promise that you will wed him or even like him, I have not sought the future, but I do believe you will meet him, and I ask that you be as fully prepared as you can be for that day whether it is in five weeks or five years, and also that you prepare others. This land-man left Mars, where James is now, to look after his mother, and he is now in mourning. James said the image from his dream had the two of you debating, beside the Turnbull ring, so I do not think you need to seek him out, it is far more likely that in God''s timing that he will seek you. But his predicted presence reminded me that it is inevitable that land-men will walk among us, not just one or two, but many. You are a warrior, I want you to train others to be as proficient as you are, just in case there is trouble. I also want you to set yourself to understanding modern land-folk customs as well as you know ours. "You know there is much fear, much uncertainty, yet your cousin Ruth walks happily among them. So, I want you to learn and understand and then pass on your learning. Rhianna, the land-folk truthsayer, will be here for another month at least. She is young, but of our blood, and it would be good for you to learn from her, I think. And remind people: there will be a time soon that we will be playing in the waves and catching fish as we were meant to. Surely we cannot swim or walk among strangers unable to use our weapons properly.¡± ¡°What if they do not listen to me?¡± ¡°Warrior of the Mer, you know our traditions, and according to those who know you, you have the skills of Sathzakara. What would she do?¡± Lara''s hand fingered her pipe, looking at her queen in wonderment. ¡°You mean...¡± ¡°I mean I want our girls prepared. Do not embarrass those older than yourself, but feel free to aim at any lax, idle and rebellious. I want every maid of the mer ready should some drunken or stupid land-man not respect the law. I name you chief trainer in combat. Choose others to help you, find even those who can beat you, for it is no embarrassment to not be able to beat those wilier or stronger or faster. Some, after all, have lived for combat, not just traditions. Ideally I want everything, and I know I ask too much. While Rhianna is here, I want you to learn from her as a dedicated student, at least three hours a day. And at least three hours a day I want you to be teaching others how to hone their own skills. You have learned much through self- study, pass on its methods.¡± ¡°And what of the other hours of the day your majesty?¡± ¡°You also need time to mourn, young one, time to practice yourself, time to think, and swim and be yourself. Plus, of course, some time to find those you are to instruct, but I think you know where to find those most in need of instruction, I hope you don''t need to dart too many of them. Where you choose to spend your solitary time, and how you choose to do these things, I leave to your discretion.¡± ¡°I will obey, your Majesty.¡± ¡°I know,¡± Karella said, smiling, ¡°But do not be too hard on those who have never liked the word duty. After all, a Mer who never plays is a dangerous Mer. But it is not good to think only of playing either. Here is your letter of appointment. Do not dart anyone who hasn''t yet read it, that would be most rude. Though of course, if they won''t read, perhaps you''ll need to make them listen as you read it to them. Now, I think you may need to prepare some more darts.¡± ¡°I go, your majesty,¡± Lara said, grinning. ¡°Lara, before you do ¡ª remember to always have a rest-day, remember to allow yourself to mourn, and to find friends. All those things are also important, perhaps even more important than duty.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 3: The wet ambassador

Effects of Openness / Ch. 3:The wet ambassador

Swimming pool dome, Mars. Tuesol, 18th July. 9am. ¡°Fellow Ambassadors, thank you for all coming.¡± Alice said, ¡°I''m sure you''re all wondering why you''re here, and why I asked yesterday that the pool be closed to the general public. Let me explain. I don''t know how many of you are aware of the meeting of the security council last week, which set up a naval exclusion zone in the general area that the SpaceGuard interceptor is due to hit. Yesterday, I got information from my government on Earth related to the reason for that exclusion zone. I see from some nods that I''m not the only one. I also got asked to introduce someone to you. Since I''m pretty sure that unless or perhaps even if you''ve been very well briefed, you''re not going to believe me if I say more. I''d like you just come this way, and watch a little demonstration. Oh, some of you will know Ruth, who''s been at the council offices for the past few months. This is a side of her, of her background, that I certainly didn''t know about.¡± ¡°Cut the theatrics, Alice.¡± Mack said, ¡°we''re busy people.¡± ¡°Hi, Mack.¡± Ruth said, stepping out of the changing area, wearing a swimming costume and her scale, ¡°Do you like my swimming costume? I brought it from where I grew up, before I left there and went to Alice''s homeland. What I''d like you all to do, since this pool is rather small, is stay away from the ends of the pool, because I might make a splash. And I''d also like you to time how long I''m underwater for. Have patience, and you''ll see why Alice asked you to come here.¡± With that, she dived into the pool, and started to swim lengths underwater. Thirty seconds later someone asked ¡°OK, so she can swim fast in that mermaid outfit, but I don''t get the point, Alice. What''s this all about?¡± ¡°Please wait,¡± Alice said, ¡°and I hope you''re timing. This is mostly about how long she can swim for underwater.¡± ¡°You mean she''s got some kind of miniature breather in that thing?¡± ¡°No. She hasn''t,¡± Alice said, ¡°Upon my word of honour. This is just something she can do. She could do it without the tail. To prove to me she wasn''t going to totally embarrass me she stuck her head in a glass mixing bowl full of water last night, and read a book.¡± ¡°What, a whole one?¡± the ambassador from Israel, who''d heard something from home about ancient treaties, asked. ¡°No, don''t be silly. She can''t breath water. She said she''d much prefer to do it this way because the bowl thing gave her a stiff neck. Anyone got the time?¡± ¡°One minute and thirty seconds.¡± A while later Alice said ¡°Oh, about the city she comes from... you''ve probably all heard of the name, but that''s apparently just because they borrowed the name from fiction.¡± ¡°Oh come on Alice, you''re not saying she dresses like a mermaid because she comes from Atlantis?¡± ¡°Just as there have been rather a lot of spaceships called the Enterprise,¡± James said, ¡°the city-submarine that Ruth and I grew up on ¡ª we''re third cousins by the way ¡ª is indeed called Atlantis. The press will be getting an information pack today, and the chance to visit in about a week''s time.¡± ¡°And they have preserved records and books from before the Roman era,¡± the Greek ambassador said, ¡°many of which were thought lost to mankind.¡± That sparked a discussion. ¡°Time check?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Three and a half minutes.¡± Mack said, ¡°She''s doing really well but she''s got to come up soon.¡± ¡°I''ll be very surprised if she does,¡± James said. ¡°Me too,¡± Alice agreed. ¡°So far,¡± the ambassador from China said, ¡°we''ve seen a young woman get wet in a strange swimming device, and heard talk of a city-submarine. I would like some kind of proof.¡± ¡°You are getting it,¡± Alice said, ¡°I expect she will not come up for another eight minutes or so.¡± ¡°That''s impossible,¡± she snapped. ¡°What''s the trick?¡± ¡°We have oxygen carrying muscles, and a modified gasp reflex,¡± James said. ¡°Oh come on,¡± she replied, ¡°You''re saying you''re not human?¡± ¡°They consider themselves a different sub-species, not a different species.¡± Alice said, ¡°They did not bring their different technology with them to Mars, your governments on Earth will have heard or will hear about that, I''m sure. I''ve received instructions to introduce Ruth to you as the ambassador from Atlantis, and while I could show you that instruction from my government, the only real proof to you is this little demonstration. I''m not sure, in your position, I would feel I wanted to write home about it until the press have had their say.¡± ¡°Four minutes,¡± Mack said, ¡°How long was she reading for last night, Alice?¡± ¡°I couldn''t believe what I was seeing, to start with, and forgot to start my stopwatch. More than ten minutes, but she wasn''t swimming at all, let alone this fast.¡± ¡°She''ll tell you that this wasn''t swimming fast,¡± James corrected, ¡°the simple fact is that the tail is a very effective swimming aid, and we''ve been perfecting them for a long long time.¡± ¡°Your history really goes back to Roman times?¡± ¡°The earliest written records we have are treaties, going back to around the time of the pyramid-building pharaohs. We have stories going back before then, of course. Modern-day Atlantis was built around the year one thousand in the Christian calendar.¡± ¡°And you say it''s a submarine?¡± ¡°Yes. It''s been expanded a bit over the years, but the central portion and the engines are that old.¡± ¡°Five minutes,¡± Mack said, ¡°I''m getting impressed, but I''ll be more impressed when I look in her mouth to check there''s no breathing tube or something.¡± ¡°I suggest if you do, you don''t breath in,¡± James said, ¡°she''ll be breathing out a lot of carbon dioxide. That''s another difference ¡ª we can tolerate a bit more of it in our blood than you can.¡± A bit later Mack shook his head and said ¡°six minutes.¡±
Poolside, 9.15am Breathing deeply, Ruth hauled herself out of the pool. ¡°How long did I go for?¡± ¡°Just over eleven minutes,¡± Mack said. ¡°Mack wants to examine your mouth for tubes,¡± Alice said. ¡°He''s welcome, as long as I can just lie here for a bit. I''ve decided I''m unfit.¡± Stolen novel; please report. ¡°Small pools are harder to swim in,¡± James said. ¡°Yeah, yeah.¡± Ruth said, between breaths, ¡°Say aaaah Ruth, Aaaaaaaaah.¡± Mack reported, ¡°I see no tubes. Anyone see anything fake, or can we believe that Ruth is from Atlantis?¡± ¡°I can believe that,¡± the ambassador from Greece said, ¡°but her status as ambassador is more questionable.¡± ¡°Since we have Alice''s word on that, and she''s not going to want to embarrass her king, I think the Mars Council is going to accept that status.¡± ¡°Thanks, Mack,¡± Ruth said, standing up. ¡°I bring greetings in the name of Karella Farspeaker Homebringer, Queen of all Mer-folk by the will of the high council of Atlantis, ruler of the navies of the Mer people, undisputed sovereign of the deeps and shallows of Earth. For the first time in a century, the engines of Atlantis will be started today. My queen thinks there is some danger, James tells me she should have listened better at school, but in any case, the plan is that city will break free from the silt it''s been in for the last hundred years and the heat trace will show up on satellites. If the engines fail to start properly, say because of a leak, then our submarines will be used to move the city, which will be very noisy. Either way, Atlantis will not be where the interceptor is due to hit the sea when it does. Mack, would you and the rest of the council be willing to engage in a little-treaty negotiating sometime? I''m thinking that our building technology that enabled us to keep the water out of Atlantis for the past millennia might be interesting to the council.¡± ¡°Clever forcefields? No thanks. I don''t want anyone''s life depending on not having a power-cut.¡± ¡°A transparent, insulating crystal material,¡± Ruth corrected. ¡°More interesting. How brittle?¡± ¡°James, any idea?¡± ¡°If you hit Atlantis'' dome with a hammer, I''m pretty sure the hammer would break first. A shaped-charge might make a crack, I don''t know.¡± ¡°Likewise a meteor.¡± Mack added. ¡°Probably,¡± Ruth agreed ¡°Personally, I''d go for crystal dome plus forcefield, or maybe a double-skinned dome. It''s not like you''re keeping out the weight of the Atlantic, after all. And I don''t know you''d want to build to the same size, either. I always thought it was silly having all our people in one dome.¡± ¡°How big is Atlantis?¡± Mack asked. ¡°Two kilometres across.¡± ¡°A single dome?¡± Mack asked, ¡°Under the Atlantic?¡± ¡°Yes. About five hundred meters down.¡± ¡°That''s a lot of trust in your engineers.¡± ¡°It''s lasted a thousand years,¡± Alice pointed out. ¡°So I guess they got their maths right.¡±
Embassy Compound, Frisol 21st July ¡°I really don''t know what I''m supposed to do, right now,¡± Ruth complained. ¡°Represent our people.¡± ¡°How, swim around the pool like I''m in a freak show?¡± ¡°No, absolutely not.¡± ¡°You see, it''s all very well for me to be called ambassador, but all its really done so far is allowed me to wear scale, which isn''t exactly useful on almost the whole planet, and made me unemployed.¡± ¡°You ought to be thinking what Mars could offer the Mer, and what the Mer could offer Mars.¡± ¡°They can offer us... rock, dry bits of Mars, urm... anything else?¡± ¡°What about manufacturing?¡± Alice asked. ¡°What?¡± Ruth asked, shocked. ¡°Think about it. We''re an isolated population here, there''s a far lower chance of espionage than anywhere else.¡± ¡°I don''t think it''s going to work,¡± James said. ¡°Not for most things.¡± ¡°Showcase for your engineering skills?¡± ¡°You mean get people more work to do? I don''t think that''s going to be popular back home.¡± ¡°We''re not lazy, Alice. But... if you really want a Mer to work, you give them a real challenge, not ask them to do something they''ve done loads of times before.¡± ¡°Oh, like setting up a magnetic field for this planet to keep the radiation out, or creating that sea down in Hellas everyone keeps talking about?¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± Ruth agreed, ¡°That''d certainly get someone''s juices going.¡± ¡°Is it really possible?¡± James asked. ¡°A sea in Hellas? There''s some plants growing down there at the moment. That''s to say, liquid water doesn''t boil at ambient temperature. And there''s not really anywhere for water there to go when it rains unless it evaporates. But... to get anything like that in our lifetimes they''d need a lot more comets than they''ve delivered so far, plus release a lot more nitrogen from the rocks, too, assuming you want to be able to swim there.¡± ¡°Hmm... Do you know any geologists, or whatever they''re called on Mars?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Areologists? Probably some at the university. Why?¡± ¡°I want to know what Mars rock is made of. Or at least regolith.¡± ¡°Talk to Jimmy Durrel, then. He ought to know regolith.¡± ¡°Thanks. I will.¡± Ruth made a note on her wrist unit, ¡°any more impossible dreams?¡± ¡°Well, there''s that comet swatting forcefield that one of my journalists thought of.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Dear Simon, since you''ve discovered impossible forcefields, please could you make a nice long one? That way we can swat away any comet that starts coming our way, like the one that wiped out Restoration.¡± ¡°It''d make more sense to suck it dry, surely?¡± James said. ¡°Pardon?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Why waste the water?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Sorry, you''ve lost me.¡± Alice replied. ¡°Water''s precious on Mars, why go to the trouble of setting up a nice long forcefield just to throw the water away, when you can whack the thing with a laser, and get it down to the planet. I''m not talking rubbish, am I James?¡± ¡°You''d need a big field generator of course. And careful tuning and the rest, but sure, it ought to work. You just need to trap it in a forcefield, blast it with a laser, and get the water back down the force field pipe as you collapse it.¡± ¡°Could a construction sub do it?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Not big enough, I expect. And the design''s wrong too, you''d want to be able to start with a cone and then head towards a rod, but not all the way. It''d need some tricky design.¡± ¡°And then you could just point the thing at an incoming comet and collect it and shred it in one go?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I''m sure, yes.¡± James said, ¡°Please put that down on your list, Ruth.¡± ¡°I have. Sounds like a lovely way to fill up my swimming pool.¡± ¡°What swimming pool?¡± ¡°If we''re going to fill up Hellas, then I want swimming rights for the Mer.¡± ¡°And beach-front properties,¡± James said, ¡°comfortable caves,¡± ¡°Oooh yes, certainly. How big is Hellas, in something the average Mermaid can cope with please.¡± ¡°Urm, it''s bigger than Mediterranean sea. Not twice, though. Maybe one and a half?¡± Alice guessed. ¡°That''ll do, yes. A girl can get a proper swim in that.¡± ¡°It''ll get full of hypochlorates.¡± ¡°Hmm, we can''t have that,¡± Ruth said, ¡°I''m going to want to put a proper ecosystem in there. Margaret, you''re good at maths. How many comets will we need to grab to fill my little swimming pool to say five hundred meters deep on average, assuming we don''t bother waiting for it to rain and just pipe the water straight in?¡± ¡°Off the top of my head? Lots.¡± ¡°A tiny bit more accurate?¡± ¡°Lots is accurate. You want precise.¡± ¡°Yes, OK.¡± ¡°Let''s assume you grab comets that are much too big for MarsCorp.¡± ¡°Sounds sensible,¡± ¡°Say, you''re going to pick on things two kilometre across?¡± ¡°OK.¡± ¡°Then you''re looking for something like half a million of them.¡± ¡°What! Mars Corp don''t send anything like that many comets, do they?¡± ¡°No, but every little helps, you know? It''s mostly about freeing the water that''s already here. If you''ll put up with a meter of water then you only need a thousand, of those two kilometre comets of course.¡± ¡°Yeah. So... say we grabbed a thousand a year, it''d only take a few years to get it swimable, wouldn''t it? That''d be OK.¡± ¡°Ruth,¡± Margaret said, ¡°I like you, but you''re crazy. Totally and utterly crazy if you think you can send out a forcefield to the Kuiper belt, catch three two kilometre meteors a day, vaporise them and get them back here. I''m pretty sure there''s no way you can do that, even with Mer technology. You''d pull the planet off its orbit or something equally dangerous.¡± ¡°But there''s got to be a way!¡± Ruth complained. ¡°It''d probably be easier to play alchemist,¡± James said. ¡°I like you, James. Yeah. That''s going to take longer to set up though, isn''t it?¡± ¡°Yes, Ruth. But you could start with a smaller crater, rather than the biggest one on Mars.¡± ¡°Hmm. Delusions of grandeur? Humble little me?¡± Ruth hugged her self and hopped up and down. ¡°Do you think Karella could send us a little alchemy kit? Nothing massive, just you know, enough to fill some crater somewhere big enough for squid to live in within about 3 years?¡± ¡°What''s wrong with a great big swimming pool?¡± ¡°They''re migratory, James.¡± Ruth said. ¡°Do they have to be?¡± ¡°I think it''s programmed. I''m sure you can grow some from eggs, but I''m not sure they''ll breed very well.¡± ¡°You''d better convince Karella you need a few comet catchers then, and a really big chemical processor. I don''t know if you really need to go to the full alchemy set, just to get water.¡± ¡°Margaret, do you know what they''re talking about?¡± Alice asked plaintively. ¡°My guess is that Ruth''s got a grand crazy scheme to rip apart chemicals or even atoms by the sound of it, in the interests of making Mars a second home for Mer. Squid, if I remember right are pretty sensitive, so if squid can live then most other things can too.¡± ¡°On the basis that all the Earth''s oceans aren''t big enough?¡± Alice asked, bemused. ¡°Naturally we''re a coastal sub-species, Alice,¡± James said. ¡°That doesn''t give us much ideal habitat at all, and you''ve built on most of it. And eventually we''re going to need large bodies of water on Mars, just in terms of atmospheric stability.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 4: Introductions

Effects of Openness / Ch. 4:Introductions

Wednesday, 8th August, 2277 ¡°Commander Sue Reynolds has been assigned as military attach¨¦, and de-facto ambassador,¡± the king said, ¡°you''ve read her report I presume?¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Harry said, ¡°Genetically she is half Mer, but didn''t know anything of her heritage as she was growing up. She''s also romantically involved with Queen Karella''s brother, Amos Tunaspeed. You''ve read up on the naming system?¡± ¡°I learned a little bit about it on Mars, sir. I didn''t realise they were Mer of course.¡± ¡°Oh yes. Well, anyway, Sue and Amos are apparently very much an item, which is fine. We''re operating on the assumption that full status of allies is going to apply. They''re an old civilization, their priorities, even their assumptions, are not ours. The way we were totally surprised by that little show of force down on the coast of the Republic of the Beautiful Peninsula demonstrates that fairly well. I guess we can all learn from that: they don''t make idle threats, or empty promises, so if someone offers to carve out your tripes, I''d assume they mean it. ¡°We''re sending you to help negotiate what is basically a trade agreement. You won''t be main negotiator, Albert will be hammering out the final points in my name. But you''ll be there longer, making some initial discoveries, exploring points they might be willing to negotiate on, and so on. Then, before it''s signed, you''ll also be looking through the contract with a fine toothed comb, as will others, of course. ¡°The big trade deal is the land for radioactive waste management. We''ve got an agreement in principle, but it comes down to details. So, Harry, that''ll be your job: to make sure we get a good, watertight contract. You''ll probably want to tread very carefully, I''m sure they''ve got good lawyers, lots of historical studies, and they''ll deliberately leave themselves loopholes if they can. But you''ve been commended to me as someone who can be respectful, firm, honest, and fair but can also handle themselves if things get physical. That seems like an ideal balance for negotiating with them, so that''s why you''re now diplomatic staff. ¡°Things shouldn''t get physical, but you never know. The fact that they''ve been hiding for millennia shows a distinct distrust of land people, if you ask me, and distrust and fear might lead to accidents and misinterpretations. The rule for the sailors who''ll be assigned there is universally to back down in case of trouble, because the assumption is going to be that they started it. It''s a good rule, but you''re on the negotiating staff and I''m assuming you''ve got sufficient self-control to not start anything.¡± ¡°I''ll certainly try not to sir.¡± ¡°So, you''re going there to negotiate, but you''re also going there to learn and make friends for us. I fully expect that with their technology they''ll be able to do the impossible, just like they''ve done with that second dome they''ve almost finished. Therefore, for example, on the nuclear waste issue, before you adopt any negotiating position, try to find out just how hard a thing you''re asking, how many kilos or tonnes per day might they process? And also where? My thought is that it would be advantageous to us, geopolitically, to set up some scheme with them where in exchange for a perpetual lease on some coastline with a hunting area like they''re after, we get access to their converters on a perpetual basis, and we get to sell on that access. Perhaps that would mean it being based on our territory and run by us and them jointly, something along those lines. Speak about irradiated metals from fusion reactors as an ongoing need, for example, plus spent fuel from research reactors and the like. I certainly don''t want to strike up a deal where every new piece of waste we find or create costs us some extra coastline. ¡°As for other deals we''d like you to investigate, first what not to bother with: they''ve got gold by the bucket load but may not trade it to outsiders, as they count it as a strategic resource. It''s just not worth mentioning. Other metals can be traded, as can precious gems and they''re apparently gradually realising that smoked ham is not worth its weight in them. Though perhaps you could find out what is worth that sort of trade. I''m guessing but maybe silver is more valuable to them than gold? Who knows? ¡°People who''ve played on their ignorance have found themselves very quickly added to their list of ''sharks'', and totally rejected as trading partners. We have no desire to fall into that category, but while we don''t want to take advantage, we absolutely do want to get a very good deal. Quite simply, what I''d be interested to know is if there''s anything which is reasonably rare for them, which we can give them in exchange for something that is reasonably rare for us, but without going to the exploiting ignorance thing. It might be worth asking, for example, if they''re interested in wood or which manufactured goods they''d be interested in, and so on. Commander Reynolds has mentioned that they''re not into mass production. So that''s a possibility. Another possibility is that they might be interesting in having us produce stuff for them. We''re not going to be able to beat certain other countries on real quantity stuff, but perhaps something where it''s not so ultra-high tech that they don''t want to tell us how they make it, and it''s boring enough that they''d be happy to see some economies of scale without loss of quality control. One thing Sue thought of was displays... theirs are really rugged and high quality, but they''re almost hand-made. As you know, the ones we get imported aren''t the same quality as we make, but cost a fraction of the amount. I think it''s pretty clear that they see the cost/reliability equation differently to us so maybe they''d be swayed by some of our more up-market produce where it''s not a race to the bottom. The trade ministry will be sending someone in a few weeks who knows that side of things pretty well, but again, we''re asking you to be both feeling out the territory first and checking up on contract details.¡± ¡°I understand, sir.¡± Harry said, thinking that being a body guard had been a lot easier. ¡°Well, I think that''s covered everything, hasn''t it?¡± the king asked. ¡°I believe so, sir¡± Harry said. ¡°Father,¡± Albert said, ¡°did you want to mention the issue in Alice''s report?¡± ¡°Ah, thank you Albert, yes. Harry, Alice has mentioned you have in your possession a letter of introduction to a young lady from there.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± ¡°Tempting though it might be, please don''t just rush to deliver it as soon as you''re on Atlantis. I expect that Commander Reynolds or Amos ¡ª from the sound of it you''ll be meeting him soon enough ¡ª can give advice on how it should be delivered in a culturally appropriate manner.¡± ¡°Thank you, your majesty.¡±
Friday, 17th August, 2277. 3pm, Above Atlantis 2 Harry had watched the news and looked at the footage of this amazing construction site, but he was still surprised, and awed by the reality as his plane approached. A dome two kilometres across, was slowly taking shape, he knew. The top of the wall of the dome looked like it was just a few meters above the waves, but it didn''t look that wide a circle to him. From his window seat on the sea-plane he could look out and see into the hole. It was a bit like looking over the edge of the Marinaras canyon on Mars, he realised, or maybe it was like looking into the grand-canyon, but he hadn''t seen that sight. The difference, of course, was that this was a building project that hadn''t even been thought of a month ago. He saw what looked like a large piece of ice being lifted out of the water by a machine that looked distinctly crab-like. The crab-machine hauled the crystal out of the water and spent maybe half a minute adjusting its position. Harry realised he needed to adjust his perspective when he saw that there were people beside the piece of crystal. The crystal piece was massive, tens of metres tall, and at least ten metres thick. Then, once everything seemed to be in place, there was a shimmer around the block, a bright flash, and the join he''d been looking at was gone. The crystal had, somehow, been fused into the dome. The crab, which Harry now realised must be as big as the largest earth-mover he''d ever heard of, dropped into the water, and was gone. ¡°Impressive, isn''t it?¡± his pilot asked. ¡°Very¡± Harry agreed. ¡°Those crabs they''ve got now are really speeding things up too. A couple of weeks ago it was all guys with what amount to forcefield crowbars, spending about quarter of an hour juggling everything into position.¡± ¡°You''re saying the crab was just... made for the job?¡± ¡°No, apparently they''re some kind of deep-sea exploration vehicle. According to the Commander, all they needed to do was add the forcefield generators and lasers to fuse the crystal together.¡± ¡°It''s still impressive.¡± ¡°I know. You realise they''ve had almost all of this tech since the cold war? They don''t have missiles, so what? They''re working on a forcefield powered launcher to send stuff to Mars. It started off as a few kilos but I think they''ve upped the payload to about a tonne now, just in case. I''m sure they could have come up with something to lobb some of their antimatter bombs around if they''d wanted to. And once the combined airforces were reduced to nothing more threatening than a kid''s radio controlled plane, they could have just put their harbour-slicing lasers on some of those crabs and it would have been like war of the worlds, only without the germs on our side. No question that they could have knocked us back to the dark ages in my mind. I reckon they still could, easy. It''s not even occurred to them yet, as far as I know.¡± ¡°You''re saying they''d make bad enemies?¡± ¡°They''d make terrible enemies. They don''t think it''s right to fight with anything beyond knives, spears and blow darts.¡± ¡°Yeah, I''ve heard about the blow darts.¡± ¡°The guys have worked out that they''re pretty harmless, and I know a few who seem to think it''s great fun to challenge a mermaid to blow-dart them before he gets to her table. If he gets to the table, she pays for the drink, if he doesn''t then he does, once he can walk again.¡± ¡°What does the commander think of that?¡± ¡°Not much. I mean, why don''t they just buy the girl a drink without the challenge? It''s not like they ever win, and one day they''re going to try it on the wrong girl and get knifed instead.¡± ¡°Yeah, or the right girl but she''d got the wrong dart loaded.¡± ¡°Eh?¡± ¡°From what I''ve heard, they pretty much all carry a few lethal darts as well as the floppy-potion, just in case of a serious threat.¡± ¡°Now that sounds like a good rumour to spread even if it''s not true.¡± ¡°Feel free,¡± Harry said. ¡°Can I say who you heard it from?¡± ¡°Woman who''s now their ambassador on Mars, back when I thought she was just a truthsayer with a few odd secrets in her past. I never thought it might be this big a secret.¡± ¡°Pretty amazing isn''t it. I wonder what''s next? Someone finding there really are Martians?¡± ¡°I count as one. I lived there since it got independence, almost.¡± ¡°Really? What''s it like?¡± ¡°Changing, constantly changing.¡± ¡°Yeah, I can imagine that. Odd thing here, there''s things like this dome taking shape, and the harbour of course, and all these new developments, but their attitude is ''Well, it''s going to be a bit busy, but I''m sure we''ll get back to normal soon enough, anyone for a swim?''¡± ¡°I read the commander''s report about goofing off.¡± ¡°It''s a high art-form, if you ask me. Those engineers over there?¡± he nodded to where the new dome was being built, ¡°They''re doing it because solving problems like that is fun to them. It''s their hobby, not their job. So if they feel like going for a swim, of course they do.¡± ¡°Hard to imagine anything gets done.¡± ¡°That''s the thing. They don''t worry when it doesn''t. It''s like cats, you know? Laze around, have a ball, and then get active when you need to. Commander explained it to us when we got here. We think we''re the top of the food chain, but really, we''re not. We''ve always had to struggle to bring home the food, raise the crops or whatever. These guys, they''re the real deal. They''ve got no expression like ''keeping the wolf from the door.'' Oh they sometimes get eaten by sharks, but mostly it''s the sharks that get served for lunch, not the Mer. No way most of us land-folk could go one-on-one against a wolf, we need to think of ways to trick them, trap them, or whatever. They''d expect pretty much any eighteen year old to be able to take out a shark, and the last time they really went to war against anyone was the Romans, and the Romans had better tech, and still they didn''t beat the Mer, not really. No triumphal march through the streets of Rome, just that idiot-emperor claiming some sea-shells when the Mer weren''t around to dart him. What really happened is the Mer swam off the battle field to find somewhere they could play in the waves.¡± ¡°I just hope they protect their tech.¡± ¡°Oh, they will. They''re pretty sure we''d turn it against them eventually.¡± ¡°How many engineers are working on that dome?¡± ¡°About fifty. Why?¡± ¡°It takes Mars-Corp''s building teams about six months to make an eight hundred metre diameter dome. There''s about two hundred workers per dome. And if you were stupid you could cut through one with a bread-knife. They also need constant renovations because of the dust storms.¡± ¡°I guess I see what you mean. But I''ve got permission to land, finally. No subs or swimmers in the way now.¡± ¡°Swimmers? Out here?¡± Harry was surprised. ¡°Plenty.¡±
Friday, 17th August, 2277. 4pm. Atlantis ¡°Welcome to Atlantis,¡± Commander Sue Reynolds said. ¡°Thank you, Commander.¡± ¡°This is Amos, this is Harry, who''s here to try and make sure Karella doesn''t sell us any chocolate.¡± ¡°Chocolate?¡± Harry was confused, but Amos laughed. ¡°My sister once got hold of some chocolate and sold it for its weight in diamonds. That was about a decade ago, and for the record, she was a bit disappointed with herself for letting it go so cheaply, actually, since diamonds don''t melt in your mouth in quite the same way.¡± ¡°James said he came from an isolated people. But wow! No chocolate is really isolated. I''d like to also say that I''m here to make sure we''re not accused of trading pork for diamonds.¡± ¡°But nuts for pearls would be acceptable?¡± Amos asked. ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°Back when you were just developing supersonic passenger flight ¡ª the first time, that is, an ancestress of mine married a land-man, and sold the Merfolk steel nuts encased in lacquer for pearls. At the time, iron was really valuable amongst us, because of the rust problem, and pearls were just a thing you fished out of your soup and gave to your children to play with. So everyone was happy with the trade, especially Karella. My sister''s named after her.¡± ¡°I take it iron isn''t so valuable now?¡± ¡°Not at all, I''m afraid.¡± ¡°Any other metals that are, and are easier to get or process on land?¡± ¡°Oh, I''m sure there are,¡± Amos said, ¡°but the whole problem that''s got lots of people confused is what the relative values of things are.¡± ¡°Yes, I can imagine,¡± Harry said. ¡°Take gems, for example,¡± Sue said, showing him her necklace. ¡°Most families would expect to be able to find something like the raw stone Amos cut this from after about three days of looking. Does that make them cheap? Probably not, because there aren''t that many of them, and people only go looking every few years, and you''d need to be very selfish to ruin everyone else''s fun by picking up all the ones you find. So, they''re sort of rare and sort of precious, and people who did sell them for a new exotic taste are pretty upset now they know the person they sold them to could buy himself a decade''s supply of pork when all they got a few meals worth.¡± ¡°Yes. Exploiting ignorance isn''t nice. But, speaking of ignorance, Amos, I was told that most mermaids would also carry a few poison darts as well as the muscle relaxant ones, just in case they need it.¡± ¡°Oh? Who told you that?¡± ¡°Ruth, on Mars. I understand she''s ambassador there now.¡± ¡°I''ve never asked, but it''s probably true.¡± ¡°The pilot thought it was worth spreading that information around,¡± Harry told Sue. ¡°It might stop some stupidity, yes. He told you about what''s going on?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Men getting themselves darted? Yes.¡± ¡°It started with one foolish girl, challenging someone. Now it seems to be a bit of a craze. But I can see it ending badly even without the risk of poison.¡± If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°You think that someone might think they''ll get more than a drink out of it?¡± Amos asked. ¡°I''d expect so,¡± Harry said, ¡°I mean, I presume the sailors are already not thinking very clearly.¡± ¡°Drunk, you mean?¡± Sue asked, ¡°Not so far. It takes them an hour or so to recover, so it tends to happen at the beginning of the evening.¡± ¡°I don''t know if it''s conscious,¡± Harry said, ¡°but by trying this on a regular basis, they''re training themselves in how to avoid getting darted, and possibly even thinking they can immunise themselves against the effects.¡± ¡°That''s not good,¡± Sue agreed. ¡°Or even learning the symptoms well enough to pretend to have been darted when they were missed, and thus catching someone unawares,¡± Harry added. Sue looked at him in shock at the implications. ¡°Right. It needs to stop, doesn''t it?¡± ¡°It does.¡± Amos agreed, ¡°But how?¡± ¡°Option one, the girls stop playing. Option two the men decide it''s not worth the risk. I could ban it, but I''d be worried that''ll just drive it underground, which would probably be even worse.¡± ¡°Let''s call in Lara. I think this is entirely her territory,¡± Amos said. ¡°Lara? Oh, the woman who''s been named head trainer?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Yes, I think she needs to be aware that some of her potential trainees might be training sailors how to be dangerous sharks.¡± ¡°Urm,¡± Harry said, ¡°Is Lara a common name?¡± ¡°Not very,¡± Amos said. ¡°Do you think I should be involved in this meeting?¡± ¡°If you don''t mind. I know it''s not exactly negotiating...¡± ¡°Until a week ago I was in diplomatic protection, Commander. This is much more familiar ground, looking at potentially dangerous patterns of behaviour and the like. It''s just... I think I might have a letter for Lara, from James.¡± ¡°This is James Newsbringer?¡± Amos asked. ¡°I knew him as James Montgomery,¡± Harry said, ¡°I''m not sure of his Mer name.¡± ¡°That''s him. What''s he doing writing letters to Lara?¡± Harry blushed, ¡°If it''s the right Lara, urm, well...¡± ¡°Don''t answer if you don''t want to, Harry.¡± Sue said, ¡°What we obviously need to do is talk more, and show you to your room.¡± ¡°Thank you, Commander,¡± Harry said, ¡°James called it a letter of introduction, just in case I ever met her. Is there some appropriate way to deliver such a thing?¡± Amos grinned, ¡°Oh! Well, if I were you I''d start with a shower and a change of clothes and a shave of course. Have you got the letter easily accessible?¡± ¡°It''s in my pack here.¡± ¡°I presume James wrote an address on it?¡± ¡°It looked like cuneiform to me.¡± ¡°Can I check, just to check it''s the right one. I think I know two Laras, come to think of it.¡± ¡°Urm, yes. Come to think of it, I hope it is an address, not some practical joke.¡± Gingerly he showed the precious letter to Amos. Amos read and translated it, ¡°To Lara Knifetongue bnt Lydia Japathe hi Enoch Wilma, last known in the sector of the setting sun, Turnbull tower, floor ten. From James Newsbringer. Well well well!¡± ¡°Well well what?¡± Sue asked Amos. ¡°That''s quite the traditional form of address. Lara likes tradition. It is indeed the right woman. How about we take you to your room and collect you about half an hour later, when we''ve made sure she''s free?¡± ¡°That sounds good, thank you.¡±
4.30pm, Atlantis ¡°Amos,¡± Sue asked, when they''d dropped Harry off, ¡°what''s so funny?¡± ¡°Funny? Funny isn''t the right word, Sue. But for James to use that form of address just screams ''I''m playing match-maker'' to me.¡± ¡°But he''s never met her.¡± ¡°I know. But that sort of address is... I don''t know... arranged marriages and things from hundreds of years ago.¡± ¡°Maybe James got it wrong?¡± ¡°I doubt it. Well, OK, I guess he could have been really uncertain that she''d moved addresses, but Lara Knifetongue Lydia Enoch would have been unique enough. Let''s face it, Lara Knifetounge would be.¡± ¡°So, you''re going to warn her?¡± ¡°Sue, if someone had been playing matchmaker and was arranging our first meeting, would you have wanted me to know that but for it to be a total surprise to you and you''d come straight from a sparring match in a grubby T-shirt?¡± ¡°Probably not.¡± ¡°I think we ought to tell her.¡± ¡°Fine.¡± ¡°Well, actually, you ought to tell her.¡± ¡°Me?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Only appropriate.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because I''m a coward and I wouldn''t know where to start.¡±
4.40pm, Weapons Training Area, Atlantis ¡°Hi Lara,¡± Amos said, ¡°we come in peace.¡± it was a training session, with blowpipes. ¡°Rhianna tells me the next line is ''shoot to kill''¡± ¡°Not normally,¡± Sue corrected quickly, as several blowpipes turned to point at her and Amos. ¡°Anyway, we''d like to arrange a meeting, if it''s OK, about this dangerous craze of sailors getting themselves darted.¡± ¡°It shouldn''t hurt them,¡± Lara said, shrugging. ¡°More what the social consequences might be, and how to stop it, without driving it underground.¡± Sue said. ¡°Oh, well, we''re coming to the end of this session, would in ten minutes be OK?¡± Amos nudged Sue, who glared at him, and said ¡°Amos has something he thinks I ought to tell you, but I think he ought to say it himself.¡± ¡°We''ll have someone called Harry with us, who''s just arrived, with a letter for you.¡± ¡°I don''t know anyone called Harry.¡± ¡°No. James Newsbringer put your name and address on the outside, and I presume he wrote the inside too.¡± ¡°Oh, OK.¡± Lara said, as though it meant nothing to her. ¡°Along with your grandmothers'' names.¡± ¡°I get the point. Your sister told me there was one coming.¡± ¡°Oh. So, should we just come when he''s got himself ready?¡± ¡°I''ve got another session at half past five, it depends how much time you want to chat for.¡± ¡°We''ll try to get here at five.¡± Amos said. ¡°Fine,¡± Lara said, turning back to the young women she was training. ¡°Right, when you''re ready, throw the balls gently towards each other and make sure it''s got a dart in it before it hits you. No Helen, you can''t have your pipe in your hand to start with, unless you''re planning to walk around the whole day like that. This is supposed to be testing your reactions.¡±
4.43pm ¡°Not the response I expected,¡± Amos said. ¡°Well, maybe she''s not interested, or maybe she''s embarrassed in front of the students.¡± ¡°Or, maybe that''s the traditional response, it might be, for all I know.¡±
5.00pm, Weapons Training Area, Atlantis ¡°So, what''s this about darting your sailors?¡± Lara asked, before introductions had been made. Sue saw she had changed, but she was still roughly the same work clothes. ¡°Harry used to be in diplomatic protection, basically an ambassadorial honour guard with real threats. He thought the way sailors were getting themselves darted might be because they''re after more than a drink.¡± Sue said, and looked at Harry. ¡°And even worse is it might also train them how to react to simulate getting darted,¡± Harry added, ¡°Which wouldn''t be good.¡± ¡°If someone missed, you mean?¡± Lara asked, and sounding insulted. ¡°Or they were immune, or wearing some kind of dart-proof protection,¡± Harry quickly said. ¡°In other words,¡± Amos said, ¡°if there are any sharks among them, it might be training them how to be dangerous. Mix that with alcohol...¡± ¡°What might go though the alcohol-confused mind of a land-man?¡± she asked Harry, ¡°I''ve never met one to talk to.¡± ¡°I hope you will not judge everyone by what I say, but I am concerned that these sailors are not as honourable as they should be. Among land-folk, Committed Christians are not the majority. I cannot fathom what they hope to get from being repeatedly darted except to gain experience from it, or perhaps immunity. I don''t know if that''s possible, but perhaps if not immunity then a faster recovery. In any case, I cannot think of an honourable reason for this. If a dishonorable man wanted to fake being hit, and were to convince a mermaid into thinking she is safe... She might be in danger, and in the wrong circumstances it might lead to dishonourable actions.¡± ¡°Very nicely and euphemistically put, land-man, I prefer precision.¡± ¡°Very well, Lara. I fear they are letting your mermaids train them in how to deceive. The word mermaid has sexual connotations to some men. They are practicing trying to avoid getting darted, while running towards mermaids. I fear what will happen if they reach their target. There will be sexual connotations, and they might think themselves very clever if they play this so-called-game late into the night after they have bought their intended victim sufficient alcohol that she misses. I do not know how quickly a blowpipe can be reloaded, but if they fake being hit then with this practice they know all they need to in order to make her think she is safe. I have read a document from long ago from a diving centre in New Zealand, saying that it was not uncommon in the past for a mer-man to chain himself a concubine. I also know that the diving centre was accused many years later of employing people illegally. I do not know if the document is fictional, or it is truth masked as fiction. But would a mermaid of today expect chains or rope from a man they believed unable to move? Would a girl who has grown up in the safety of a Christian society, where rape is unthinkable, think the man who has been befriending her over the past weeks intends to attack her and commit rape?¡± ¡°Rape, then, is common?¡± Lara asked Sue. ¡°Common? No. But it occurs. I have warned the sailors that the punishment is death or castration, up to the victim, and she can do justice herself. But that is an alien thought to them, and they probably think I joked. As being darted has become a joke. I would prefer it to be less funny.¡± ¡°Amos, have you spoken to Karella of this?¡± ¡°No. I came to you, thinking my sister is busy enough, thinking you should hear straight from this man''s mouth, who bears our people no ill-will. And after I had suggested this, He reacted to your name and I learned he bears a letter for you.¡± ¡°Yes. How did you hear my name?¡± ¡°James Montgommery, who you name Newsbringer, said that if ever his people stopped hiding, he would introduce me to someone he knew called Lara.¡± ¡°And you find my face fascinating.¡± ¡°I saw your face in my dreams many times, until the day James gave me the letter. I sent him the image and he confirmed it was the Lara he was thinking of. He wrote your name on the letter, but did not tell me what he wrote. After that, the dreams stopped, and I''ve only memories of them.¡± ¡°You hear thoughts?¡± ¡°I do.¡± ¡°And do you seek to make me think I am safe?¡± ¡°I dreamed also of your knife at my throat, but you did not seem afraid, and I felt I did not need to fear your knife.¡± ¡°Because you could overpower me? ¡°Because you had no desire to really do me harm, and the knife was merely part of how you debate.¡± ¡°We were debating?¡± ¡°You were telling me that Plato was a plagiarist.¡± ¡°He was.¡± Lara said. ¡°I would be happy to discuss why you think that with you. But I did not expect we would meet so soon on my arrival, and I am unprepared. My letter of introduction to you.¡± He handed it to her. She glanced at it and said ¡°I will read it later.¡± ¡°I would not ask otherwise. James did not tell me what he had written, only the briefest summary. He did not know how I could ever meet you.¡± ¡°He didn''t tell you to look for me swimming in the bay of Biscay, or around the Azores then?¡± ¡°He told me you liked to swim, but not where. I suggested I would do better to look for you at airports, which he found hilarious. I see why now. You did not seem very surprised at the letter.¡± ¡°Karella told me that James had told her of it.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°She told me it convinced her that there would be land-men coming, and that our mermaids should be prepared. It seems I have not prepared them well enough. They treat their preparations as a joke, a thing to make fun of.¡± ¡°I want the sailors to fear your darts. Ruth, James'' cousin tells me most Mermaids would also carry poison darts.¡± ¡°Ruth said that?¡± ¡°She is now ambassador to Mars.¡± ¡°They should. It is true.¡± ¡°How dangerous a poison?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Deadly, from what Ruth said. She demonstrated... some of the steps.¡± Harry said, ¡°She didn''t want to make it properly, but it added another few things to the list of what to look out for.¡± ¡°From the red beans?¡± Lara asked. ¡°Red kidney beans, yes.¡± Harry agreed. ¡°I''ve misjudged my cousin. I''m glad.¡± ¡°But having poison darts is not very common?¡± Sue asked. ¡°I don''t know. I carry them, of course.¡± ¡°So you have poison darts and incapacitating darts?¡± ¡°Yes. And some warning darts.¡± ¡°Warning darts?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Painful. Very painful. We use them to make sharks go away.¡± ¡°That sounds good.¡± Sue said. ¡°Good?¡± Amos asked, surprised. ¡°Yes. I would like some sailors playing this stupid game to get hit by warning darts.¡± ¡°Sue...¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°They can''t shoot warning darts at people.¡± ¡°Not even two-legged sharks?¡± Harry asked. ¡°I am convinced that anyone who asks to be darted as though it is a game is a shark.¡± Sue said. ¡°Some mermaids will not want to shoot their new friends like this.¡± ¡°I think they choose bad friends,¡± Sue said, ¡°Just so I know... are there long term effects?¡± ¡°Some weakness or disorientation for maybe a day,¡± Lara said. ¡°I don''t know, it''s been a long time since any human was hit by one.¡± ¡°Lara, in your role, can you make sure there are... repercussions for a mermaid who does not carry all three types of darts?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Good. I''ll inform the sailors of the three types of dart, and re-iterate my disapproval of this activity. How painful?¡± ¡°Have you heard of the little fish which hides in wet sand, and gives people a what they think is a little scratch if they tread on it, but soon after they are crying in pain?¡± ¡°Urm, Weever fish? It sounds like one.¡± Sue asked. ¡°Maybe, I don''t know what you call it. A bit like that, but the pain from one of those starts too slowly. Our warnings start quickly.¡± ¡°Nice.¡± Sue said, ¡°Is it dangerous?¡± ¡°I don''t know.¡± Lara said, ¡°We don''t normally use them on people.¡± ¡°Let''s talk to someone who knows, then, before we get to stage two,¡± Sue said. ¡°Stage two?¡± Amos asked. ¡°Make sure some two legged sharks start getting hit by one, of course.¡± ¡°Harry,¡± Lara said, making a decision, ¡°will you please stay, and tell the group who I will practice with what you have told me?¡± ¡°I''m willing, of course. But I don''t know my way around this city, or even back to my room.¡± ¡°Then I will have to decide if I want your input enough to be your guide,¡± Lara said, ¡°And I am not used to being anyone''s guide.¡± ¡°Sorry. I looked for a map, but did not find one.¡± ¡°There are none I know of,¡± Sue said. ¡°We''re working on one,¡± Amos said, ¡°But with all the signs in old Mer it isn''t going to help visitors much.¡± ¡°And do not ask us to write in Latin script,¡± Lara said, ¡°The Romans tried to commit genocide against us.¡± ¡°Not Latin Lara, but perhaps English?¡± Amos suggested, ¡°There are enough differences, I think.¡± ¡°Hmph, maybe. I do not like how much Latin there is in English.¡± ¡°English has borrowed words from French, Latin, Greek, Hindi, Romani, Hungarian, Japanese, Chinese, and so on. When we meet a new concept we usually borrow the word for it, rather than make one up.¡± ¡°I know. I still do not like the Romans or their language.¡± ¡°We were too proud, Lara. We made enemies of Rome.¡± ¡°They attacked our allies, we warned them. They declared war.¡± ¡°We weren''t exactly polite.¡± ¡°Rudeness is not the same as starting a war,¡± Lara said. ¡°Some people might say that sending their ambassador home without any clothes was an act of war,¡± Amos said, smiling. ¡°He was drowning,¡± Lara replied, ¡°Our people rescued him from his heavy armour, and put him on the right path to home.¡± ¡°And why was he drowning?¡± Amos asked. ¡°That wasn''t us. It was the whale that broke their silly little ship.¡± ¡°And why was the whale there?¡± ¡°To stop their ship, not so they could ram the poor animal.¡± ¡°And I suppose writing on his body was just because our people didn''t have anything else to write on?¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°Lara, our actions led to the sinking of his ship, we then publicly humiliated their ambassador, and basically brought the war on ourselves. If you remember, Sathzakara then proceeded to do almost exactly the same thing to the warrior in the cove. We stated our position and expected the world to jump to our tune. The only difference between the Roman ambassador and the warrior in my book is that that was we didn''t get seen that time and it was taken by the Maori as evidence we were spirit-beings. I think we were just incredibly lucky that we ended up with allies and not a war in New Zealand.¡± ¡°You''re welcome to your unfounded ideas, Amos. I''ll stick to facts.¡± Harry wasn''t convinced, ¡°From the evidence I have just heard, and not having any preconceptions on the matter, I think Amos won the argument, Lara. The whole point of an ambassador is that they represent the honour of the crown, why else do your ambassadors'' letters of introduction carry the warning ''or face the consequences''? By failing to accord his person respect due his position your people certainly bear a significant portion of the blame for the subsequent reaction. However, I think an event which an individual warrior gets sent home in disgrace after ignoring a threat should not be taken as a similar attempt to start a war. As long as he wasn''t a chief or someone of similar status.¡± ¡°Ha! See, Amos! I won that point!¡± Lara claimed. ¡°Indeed. Thanks for the correction, Harry, and it''s nice to see you at your normal form, Lara. You seemed a little subdued earlier.¡± She looked at him suspiciously, ¡°You started that deliberately?¡± ¡°Believe it or not Lara, the world is not divided between people who don''t know you and people who hate you.¡± ¡°Ha. Maybe you don''t know me well enough yet, then.¡± ¡°Is it a tradition amongst the Mer not to admit it when they''ve been bettered in a debate or in combat for that matter?¡± ¡°No, of course not,¡± Lara said, ¡°Amos just did.¡± ¡°I''m glad. So, can you help me to understand why you''ve let Amos''s arguments win the day without any acknowledgement of that? I didn''t get the impression from James or Ruth that your culture was lacking in politeness.¡± Lara''s knife appeared at his throat. He didn''t blink. ¡°It''s just her way not to, Harry,¡± Amos said. ¡°Please remove your knife, Lara,¡± Harry said, ¡°I admit I''m impressed at your hand-eye coordination, but it''s not really helping me work out what''s going on.¡± ¡°What''s going on is you''re leaving,¡± Lara said. ¡°How often do you misjudge people, Lara?¡± Harry asked, ¡°I''m just asking because you seem to be misjudging me, you seem to be misjudging Amos''s unusual declaration of friendship, and you said earlier that you''d misjudged your cousin Ruth.¡± ¡°What makes you think you''ve got the right to ask questions like that, Land-man?¡± ¡°Perhaps the knife at my throat? But if you''d read that letter you''d maybe arrive at your own conclusions. But I do think you ought to admit to Amos that he won your little debate. At least that time.¡± ¡°Karella told me about the letter, land-man. Why do I need to read it?¡± ¡°Because I''m guessing that James didn''t tell your busy queen everything he wrote in it. Or if he did she didn''t pass it on to you.¡± ¡°You''re really not afraid of my knife, are you?¡± ¡°Why should I be?¡± ¡°It''s sharp and it''s at your throat.¡± ¡°My job, until I got re-assigned to negotiator, was to throw myself in the way of any knives, bullets and bombs I needed to in order to protect people I worked with. I don''t think I''ve any real need to be afraid of a knife held by the woman I fully believe God has told me that I''ll marry some decade. Perhaps I''ll get cut a bit on the way to our wedding day, but I cut myself shaving pretty often and of course I''ve been stabbed and shot a few times at work. It''s not very pleasant, of course, but I''ve survived far worse than you''ll inflict on me, I''m sure.¡± Sue had noticed Lara''s shock at his calm pronouncement of his belief that they''d marry. And decided to intervene, ¡°I don''t think you''re going to intimidate him into backing down, Lara. And I do think you ought to read that letter.¡± ¡°You don''t even know I''m not married,¡± she threw at him. ¡°James wrote about that possibility too. But I think Amos wouldn''t have needed to reprimand you about your attitude to people if you were.¡± ¡°Fine I''ll read the letter.¡± ¡°And apologise to Amos for debating like some teenager who thinks they need to have the last word on everything?¡± ¡°You''re really pushing your luck, aren''t you?¡± ¡°No, I''m negotiating with your knife at my throat, didn''t you notice?¡± ¡°I don''t notice any give from your direction.¡± ¡°Do you approve of compromising principles?¡± ¡°No,¡± she said warily. ¡°Nor do I. For instance politeness is a good principle. I was brought up to expect it, especially to royalty.¡± ¡°Amos isn''t royalty.¡± ¡°I will ask you about your usage, one day then, to me the term includes relatives of the monarch who are not in line of succession. And I said especially, not exclusively. And to my mind, by arguing that sub-point you implicitly accepted the main one: that politeness is a good principle, and yet I''ve still heard no apology.¡± ¡°Politeness is a good principle. You have been consistently rude to me the entire meeting.¡± ¡°Lying in order to avoid apologising is incredibly rude.¡± Harry pointed out, ¡°I believe I have only been rude to you on one occasion, when I likened your behaviour to a teenager. Perhaps I was also rude to talk of my expectation we will marry in front of others, or when I was enjoying seeing your face in reality for the first time. If so, I whole-heartedly apologise and ask your forgiveness. But you ought to admit you are a very beautiful woman.¡± ¡°You don''t apologise for likening me a teenager?¡± ¡°You believe I should break my principle of truthfulness? I apologise if it has caused you more offence than I intended, Lara.¡± ¡°Thus you try to win my love? With insults?¡± ¡°No. With gentle rebukes I try to win your apology. By standing up for principles, I hope to win your respect. By seeking that you act in accordance with principles you hold to, I hope to win your acknowledgement that I care about your reputation. As you accurately said, I do not know you are not married or betrothed, so it is too soon yet to speak of me trying to win your love.¡± ¡°I am not married nor betrothed,¡± Lara said, lowering her knife, ¡°but I acknowledge that in you I have a suitor, and I acknowledge you won the debate, Amos.¡± ¡°Thank you, Lara.¡± Harry said, ¡°Will you please send these good people on their way, and show me the beauty and plan of this wondrous city yourself?¡± ¡°You don''t want much, do you?¡± ¡°Just the opportunity to get to know you better.¡± ¡°I have a knife, I have a tongue. What else is there to know of Lara Knifetongue?¡± ¡°The woman behind both, of course, who seems determined to hide behind both knife and tongue.¡± ¡°What if I do not want to be known?¡± she asked. ¡°Would you risk entering a marriage to someone who does not know you at all? Would that not lead to constant fear that when the intoxicating drug of eros wears off then only the duty to be faithful to vows would remain? I do not want you to be eaten away by such a fear, Lara.¡± ¡°I have not yet spoken of marriage, my suitor.¡± ¡°No. But I have spoken of my firm expectation, and you have not tried to gainsay me.¡± ¡°You told me God said it, and I will not make my God a liar. But you have not spoken of what he said, and it might be that you misunderstood.¡± ¡°I would much prefer to tell you in private, Lara, as we get to know each other.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± Lara said, ¡°Amos. I think I will put up with playing tour guide to this suitor you''ve brought me.¡± ¡°Commander, Amos,¡± Harry said, ¡°I have no desire to expose Lara to ridicule. Please do not speak of my rebuking her.¡±
Effects of Openness / Ch. 5: Tensions

Effects of Openness / Ch. 5:Tensions

5.25pm, 17th August 2277, Weapons training area, Atlantis As soon as Amos and Sue had left, Lara said, ¡°You are too careful of my reputation, my suitor. I will say in my defence that I thought it was a good idea, to give the girls confidence.¡± ¡°Now you know the other side, and you can help stop it,¡± Harry said, ¡°you have also had your thoughts hidden the whole time.¡± ¡°Almost.¡± ¡°That is not wise.¡± ¡°I know.¡± ¡°Are you stuck?¡± ¡°I do not know.¡± ¡°Do you fear me so?¡± ¡°Not precisely.¡± ¡°Then allow me to suggest you stop hiding and read the letter, and while you do so I will wait over on the other side of the room, where my land-man thought-hearing will not hear anything from you.¡± ¡°You have such little range?¡± ¡°About three meters. Oh! I must also give you this.¡± He handed her another piece of Mars-paper. ¡°A family tree?¡± ¡°Mine.¡± ¡°Landmen do not know them, I heard.¡± ¡°We do not normally know them, but some, such as my parents, were interested in family history, and researched it. But there is time for that later. Please do not stay hidden longer than you need.¡± ¡°I am not stuck. Ten generations, and not one cross?¡± ¡°Not that I''m aware of. Lara? Time is short, and I at least feel the letter is more urgent.¡± ¡°I do not recognise any of these names, except maybe one, ten generations back.¡± ¡°I have more names, and other data. The page was too small for more.¡± ¡°Thank you, Harry Richard York, this is very very important. But yes, it might be urgent that I read the letter before I form my own opinions of you.¡±
6.45pm, Karella and Christoph''s home. ¡°Hi, Sathie,¡± Sue greeted Karella''s daughter, ¡°Is your mother busy?¡± ¡°Is it work or just family stuff?¡± ¡°Work, I''m afraid.¡± ¡°Her Majesty is trying to keep work to normal hours, unless it''s an emergency.¡± ¡°Very sensible of her. Would it be possible for me to schedule a ten minute chat with her tomorrow or the next day?¡± ¡°Hello, Sue.¡± Karella said, from the kitchen, ¡°If all you need is talk and can help me prepare dinner then you''re welcome to sneak past my gatekeeper.¡± ¡°Mummy!¡± Sathie protested. ¡°I don''t mind chatting to Sue, Sathie.¡± ¡°But it''s work. Sue said it was. And you said you''re not working after six any more.¡± ¡°Tell you what, why don''t we let Sue tell me about it, and then we''ll decide.¡± ¡°Alternatively,¡± Sue said, ¡°Why don''t Sathie and I discuss it, and then she can decide if it''s something that''s urgent enough to make an exception or not. And either way I''ll help with the cooking, because I''ve got some family stuff to talk about too.¡± ¡°Fine by me!¡± Karella said, heading back into the kitchen. A few minutes later, Sathie had pronounced it OK to talk to Karella about. ¡°What did my gate guard decide?¡± ¡°I could check my decision with you. I want some of my sailors shot with warning darts.¡± ¡°What! Why? We don''t use those on people.¡± ¡°I can''t think of good reason why not, actually. They think that getting shot with relaxant is fun. Harry, the negotiator my government has just sent out was told it by his pilot and raised the issue. He reckons the idiots are training themselves to avoid getting shot or how to simulate it, as a prelude to being dangerous sharks. According to people I''ve asked, there''s no betting, no challenge from the mermaids these days. It''s the sailors themselves who are suggesting it. There''s got to be some other motive, maybe a barracks suggestion that if you get to the mermaid you win far more that just a drink, or something like that. Harry is certain there''s got to be sexual overtones in it. But whatever it is, I want it stopped, and stopped by both sides, the girls seeing it as sinister and the boys seeing it as dangerous. Otherwise, I can see it turning from a stupid game into a motive for a sailor to tell a girl she can''t leave, and from there into a rape attempt. And I therefore want the sailors to see it as something they''ve been very lucky at so far, but they don''t want to play any more.¡± ¡°Warning darts are nasty, Sue. We''re talking like a burn from something red-hot.¡± ¡°I''d heard. My plan is to warn the sailors that there are three sorts of darts a mermaid would be carrying, and that mistakes might happen.¡± ¡°We do keep them separate.¡± ¡°Yes. I also want to tell them that ''game'' marks them as sharks, and so it might not be a mistake.¡± ¡°You''re sure of that?¡± ¡°I''ve told people that getting a needle stuck in them is not a game, that there are all sorts of risks. They persist, saying it''s just fun, it doesn''t hurt anyone. The other night there in just one bar there were five people recovering from being shot. That''s a quarter of the advance party! I could ban it, but that just means it stops happening in public, doesn''t it? And so the risks are even greater.¡± ¡°You don''t fear a backlash? The sailor screaming for revenge and starting a fight?¡± ¡°Not if there are enough people around, not if Lara''s the one who shoots the sailor. I didn''t know, but it seems Harry has just been transferred from diplomatic protection to diplomatic corp. Somehow, I expect that he''d be there making sure things don''t get out of hand.¡± ¡°How did she react to meeting a land-man? I think she''d avoided them mostly.¡± ¡°One highlight was when she drew her knife on him, and he entirely failed to blink. Another one was when he asked that Amos and I not speak about what else happened, in order to protect Lara''s reputation.¡± ¡°Oh come on, you''re not saying they fought are you?¡± ¡°Only verbally. What I think I''m allowed to say is that he didn''t budge and in the end she admitted that Amos had beaten her in a debate.¡± ¡°Is she ill? She never does that.¡± ¡°It might become more frequent. He gave her a letter, apparently you warned her about it.¡± ¡°Oh! I''d forgotten his name. Yes, so, anything you can tell without breaking confidences?¡± ¡°Apparently he''s utterly convinced they''re going to marry, some decade, seems quite capable of running rings around her in an argument, and also of not budging, if I can mix those metaphors.¡± ¡°You mean she''s met her match?¡± ¡°Sort of. Mostly he was playing judge between her and Amos. Amos admits he pretty much provoked the argument. And her response worries me. He said she''d seemed really depressed when we first met her, and he said something like ''it''s nice to have you back'' after the debate, where she did seem to be brighting up a bit. She said something about finding it hard to believe he''d started a debate to cheer her up, and when he said not everyone hates her, she replied along the lines of the ''only reason you don''t hate me is you don''t know me well enough''. ¡°She has problems with self esteem, yes. I wonder what caused her to be upset. I''ll ask her sometime.¡±
8pm, Red reef tavern ¡°I''ve never been here before,¡± Lara said, looking around at the interior of the tavern. The sailors had headed to one end of the room, the mer exclusively to other. She found herself suddenly uncertain about which end she thought they should sit. She didn''t see any other mixed couples. ¡°Thank you for bringing me here, it will certainly help me judge the situation. And I hope you will let me buy you something to eat.¡± ¡°I am confused about the prices I see. Are they high or low to your eyes?¡± ¡°I''ve been on Mars a long time, and I don''t normally go to places like this. I think they look.. mixed. The imported drinks seem quite expensive, and the food cheep. The exchange rate is not consistent, either.¡± ¡°I''d noticed that. To me the food is expensive, and the imported drinks look like random numbers.¡± ¡°Are all the local drinks alcoholic?¡± ¡°No. And the land-man drinks?¡± ¡°Most, but not all.¡± Harry said, scanning the price list. It showed everything from tea and coffee, to home made lemonade to spirits. There was food available too. Fish seemed ridiculously cheap, vegetables (except things he didn''t recognise) expensive. ¡°And the symbol with the two circles and a line?¡± ¡°The percentage sign? That is the alcohol content, parts per hundred.¡± ¡°I thought that''s what it meant, but forty percent?¡± ¡°Served in small measures, I hope.¡± He scanned the menu some more. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. ¡°Can I take your order?¡± the mer-woman behind the counter asked in English. ¡°Still thinking, sorry.¡± Harry replied. Lara said something in a language Harry guessed was Mer, and the mer-woman grinned, and went away. ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°I said you''d never tasted our cucumber drink.¡± ¡°That is true. Do you have an opinion about drinking a glass of wine with a meal in the company of a strange suitor?¡± ¡°It depends how big the glass is.¡± ¡°That size.¡± he a glanced towards a couple on a table near by. ¡°I think it might be a pleasant accompaniment. Can I suggest the hake?¡± ¡°I thought it was rare.¡± ¡°Only because it is easy to herd away from your nets,¡± she said with a smile. ¡°Then certainly. I do not recognise a lot of the vegetables.¡± ¡°Then you select one, and I will select another.¡± ¡°Chips are a land-man tradition to eat with fish.¡± ¡°I''ve never heard of that vegetable.¡± ¡°A way of cooking potatoes, if that helps.¡± ¡°Ah, it does. Then I will choose something leafy.¡± ¡°And then we decide where to sit.¡± ¡°Yes. It does seem that there is a divide.¡± ¡°I am not in the military, so feel free to choose the other end.¡± ¡°I am military, and there are more tables at their end.¡± ¡°I will just ask if they are expecting more friends.¡± ¡°I''ll order then.¡± ¡°As long as you let me pay.¡± ¡°Of course I''ll let you pay,¡± Lara replied with a smile, ¡°You think this food is cheap.¡± Harry walked to the nearest table occupied by a group of sailors in uniform, and asked them if the empty tables were going to fill up. ¡°Who wants to know?¡± came back the challenge. ¡°Me.¡± ¡°And you''re a civilian, or just out of uniform?¡± ¡°Crown officer. Used to be diplomatic protection, but his majesty assigned me to treaty negotiation last week.¡± ¡°And you''re chatting up a mermaid already? What''s the trick?¡± ¡°I used to work with a friend of hers.¡± ¡°Some guys get all the luck.¡± the sailor said, ¡°Be welcome, most welcome. Especially if she''s got any friends.¡± ¡°I expect she''s got some, but you know, their idea of military isn''t quite the same as ours. It includes more goofing off time,¡± Harry said. ¡°I''ve not seen anyone doing much goofing off around here. It''s always pretty tense. Unless you get darted, of course, then it''s all as relaxed as can be.¡± ¡°I''d have thought that was a pretty vulnerable feeling.¡± ¡°Yeah, it is the first time, but they don''t do anything to you, except maybe laugh, and that''s not much surprise. I''d have laughed if I could.¡± ¡°I was more worried about what our guys and girls''d do, really,¡± Another guy at the table said, ¡°and it did wonders for my sore back.¡± ¡°Really? I hadn''t thought of that,¡± Harry said. ¡°Cured mine, right away.¡± ¡°So is it tense or is it not tense? I don''t get it.¡± Harry asked. ¡°They are tense. It''s like, we''ve turned up at the Sunday School pick-nick. And then we''re tense because they are.¡± ¡°Good analogy about the Sunday-school pick-nick.¡± Harry said, ¡°I mean, the whole city is something like ninety-five percent committed Christian.¡± ¡°But they serve booze!¡± the second sailor said. ¡°So?¡± Harry asked. ¡°Christians don''t drink!¡± the second sailor insisted. ¡°Some do, some don''t.¡± Harry said, ¡°Beer? A lot of the old breweries were set up by good churchmen because the water wasn''t safe to drink. Wine? Jesus made barrels of the stuff in Cana.¡± ¡°And the hard stuff?¡± the first sailor asked. ¡°Nothing inherently wrong with it if you drink it in moderation.¡± ¡°That''s not what my mum would say,¡± the second one said. ¡°Like I said, some Christians do, others don''t. Seen anyone get drunk down the other end?¡± ¡°No. Not this end either. End of the evening, you try to order a whisky and maybe, just maybe you''ll convince them to sell you a shandy. Like they don''t trust us.¡± ¡°Or we don''t want anyone getting drunk.¡± Lara said, she''d come up behind Harry and had overheard part of the conversation, ¡°because drunk people get stupid, and stupid people go swimming, do stupid things and get dead. Harry, I''ve promised the barmaid that I''ll personally gut you if you don''t go and pay really soon.¡± ¡°I''d better do it.¡± ¡°First try this.¡± ¡°Cucumber?¡± he asked. ¡°Yes.¡± He sipped it, and drank some more. It had a strange taste, but he agreed it tasted a bit like hot chocolate. ¡°I see what the commander meant, It does taste a bit like a refreshing version of hot chocolate. Should I pay first or finish it first?¡± ¡°You''re supposed to turn green when I tell you what it''s made of,¡± Lara said. ¡°Various plants and sea cucumber. That''s a sort of slug thing, yes?¡± Harry asked. ¡°You''re no fun,¡± she complained. The sailor looked at him in horror, ¡°you knew that but still drank it?¡± ¡°Not poison, and rich in all sorts of good things. It''s quite pleasant, actually. But don''t just take my word for it. I''m sure the barmaid would be happy to split a portion between some whisky glasses.¡± ¡°I''ll try it the once,¡± volunteered one of the sailors who''d been silently nursing his drink until now, ¡°but not if I''m the only one.¡± ¡°Oh come on, true bravery doesn''t need friends,¡± Lara challenged. ¡°This isn''t about bravery,¡± he replied, ¡°it''s about being labeled as ''The slug-man who actually drank that stuff''.¡± ¡°Risking the censure of colleagues isn''t bravery?¡± Lara asked pointedly. ¡°Be careful how you answer,¡± Harry advised, ¡°or you might meet her knife instead of just sharp words. But I think I''ve got to go and pay the barmaid.¡± ¡°He was joking, wasn''t he?¡± the sailor unwisely asked Lara. ¡°No,¡± Lara said, keeping her blade well away from his face as she drew it, ¡°normally, it''d be a millimeter from your throat by now, but we don''t want to upset anyone do we?¡± ¡°Nice knife,¡± the sailor said, blanching at the speed she''d drawn it. ¡°I like it,¡± ¡°What''s it made of?¡± ¡°An alloy. All I know is it''ll cut steel, not to mention bone.¡± ¡°I don''t see any sharpening marks,¡± he noticed. ¡°Why would I need to sharpen it? It''s only fifty years old.¡± ¡°Urm... to keep it sharp?¡± ¡°Care to test the blade? I''m sure the barmaid can get you a doctor if you hurt yourself on it too badly.¡± ¡°I don''t know when you''re joking,¡± the man said. ¡°Notice, it has a very thin blade. Notice it has serrations. Notice it has a lack of scratches on its mirror finish. Notice the deep notches in the sheath guard, which is only a year old. Hmm, I must get a new one soon. They never last long.¡± ¡°You''re going to get people upset, Lara,¡± Harry said, coming back, ¡°why don''t you stop showing off?¡± ¡°If I don''t live up to my name, Harry, then people will think I''ve gone soft.¡± ¡°Anyone think Lara''s gone soft?¡± Harry asked the sailors, some of whom had sprung to their feet when she''d whipped out the lethal blade. ¡°No,¡± one of the sailors said. ¡°What I want to know is if we can get one of those knives.¡± ¡°Probably not, sorry.¡± Lara said, putting away her knife. ¡°It''s all about keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of unpredictable people, you know?¡± ¡°Lara here, being so predictable she got named Knifetongue,¡± Harry added. ¡°So how many people have you actually cut with that?¡± ¡°One or two minor accidental lacerations to the jugular, back when I was young.¡± Lara said, ¡°and I''ve lost count of how many sharks.¡± ¡°Sharks with two legs or with none?¡± a woman sailor asked. ¡°You''re learning,¡± Lara complimented her, ¡°But does it matter?¡± ¡°Probably to their families.¡± ¡°One idiot with a speed-boat tried to chase me using his sonar, once when I was out for a swim. His outboard motor developed a fault.¡± ¡°What sort of fault?¡± Harry asked. ¡°Well, strangely, first the propeller got tangled in some fishing net, and then he found that something had cut one of the cables that connected it to the wheel, so he had the choice of going in circles next to the sonar, or going to the back and steering it by hand.¡± ¡°I take it he didn''t get much of a mermaid sighting?¡± Harry asked. ¡°Not as far as I know, I didn''t stay around to ask. I mean, he was using the most terrible language.¡± ¡°Where was this?¡± ¡°Bay of Biscay, I think.¡± ¡°So you didn''t actually hurt him at all.¡± ¡°I really ruined his fun. If he''d not had those exposed wires he''d have probably found his boat had sprung a leak, too.¡± ¡°I suppose you''re just as quick with your blow darts as your dagger, are you?¡± One of the sailors asked. ¡°Yes. But I''ve got a warning dart loaded, so don''t try it.¡± ¡°Warning dart?¡± the first sailor asked. ¡°We normally carry three dart types. Muscle relaxant, warning, and deadly. Think of extreme pain, and then rub in some more salt and acid, with a sea urchin. It works better on big sharks, orcas, and so on.¡± ¡°Surely you can''t shoot it underwater.¡± ¡°No. But if a bit of it breaks the surface it''s in for a world of pain. Works pretty well as a dissuader on people too, of course.¡± ¡°And everyone carries them?¡± the woman sailor asked. ¡°They''d better. All the warriors, anyway. I don''t know I''d trust a man with a blow pipe.¡± ¡°Why don''t your men fight?¡± the woman asked. ¡°Traditional, gender-defined roles,¡± Harry said. ¡°Why waste all those testosterone strengthened muscles on fighters?¡± Lara asked, ¡°They''re much more useful bringing home the hunt. I mean, it''s not like you need to bring home enemies for the cooking pot. Our men would fight if the warriors can''t cope of course, but that hasn''t happened in a long time. Ooh, speaking of food here''s ours.¡± ¡°What are you eating?¡± the first sailor asked. ¡°Hake and chips, with urm red leafy stuff,¡± Harry said. ¡°I thought hake was an endangered species.¡± ¡°Naah,¡± Lara replied, ¡°It''s just fairly easy to keep them out of your nets, so you don''t catch many.¡±
9pm, Red reef tavern [Lara?] Karella asked, [what are you doing?] [Educating people, your majesty.] [It looks like you''ve organised a dart-throwing contest.] [I have.] [Why is that a good thing?] [It''s educational. Most of the sailors aren''t very good. They took one look at the board and decided we had to be joking. Theirs is bigger, apparently. Also, it''s relieving stress.] [Whose?] [Everyone''s We''re all having a good laugh, merfolk and the sailors are socially interacting with one another and not looking at each other as enemies. I hope that tomorrow there won''t be a great gulf between the ends of the room with wary glances from one end to the other.] [Oh. Well done.] [It is a better idea than darting people, I think. I apologise.] [It was your idea?] [Not entirely, but I encouraged it, as a way to demonstrate to the girls that they could do it. Some of the sailors decided it was better to be darted than looked on with suspicion. I do not think all are sharks. One also told Harry that it helped with back pain. A drastic cure, and the wrong environment.] [Indeed.] [And thus I complete my task, your majesty. I apologise that I caused trouble.] [What do you mean, complete your task?] [You asked for me to prepare our people before Harry arrived. He has arrived.] [And now you resign? You hate it so much?] [No, your majesty, I love the task you set me, but...] [I can''t remember exactly what I said, Lara. My intention was that you prepare people as well as possible before we are met with an influx of landfolk, I did not expect Harry to be one of the first. And I only realised he was the one I spoke of to you when Sue reminded me. You have more work to do, I am sure.] [A lifetime''s.] [Less, because I expect you will move on to another role at some point, it would not be good to personally engage in combat when pregnant, for instance. But the task is yours as long as you want it, Lara. Is that what you were upset about? Amos said you seemed depressed.] [That was... part of it, yes.] [And?] [He was not what I expected. I don''t really know what I expected, but he wasn''t it.] [Ah. So, what is he like?] [He is very very courteous, and stubborn, and unswerving, and principled. But also risk-taking. He drank cucumber, even knowing what it was. The sailors have not been that brave yet.] [Is that a good point?] [I don''t doubt his bravery. He was been wounded protecting others.] [That was part of his job.] [Yes. But it was before he went to Mars, he was there four years.] [I don''t understand what you''re saying.] [I wasn''t just once. He was shot, he recovered, he was stabbed, he recovered, he was stabbed again, he recovered, he was shot again. The first time was before he''d even finished his training. Then after barely a year, he had a different set of threats on Mars, and now he''s in Atlantis and I was upset and resentful that he had come so early, because I like my task and thought his being here ended it.] [Not the best introduction.] [So he has met my moodiness and my knife and reproved me for arguing like a teenager, and then asked Sue and Amos not to tell he''d said that.] [And won an apology from you.] [Yes.] [A rare man, then. Enjoy your evening, with him.] [He said he wanted us to get to know each other before we married, so we had no fear that our marriage would turn into no more than dislike and duty. He scares me, he is so perfect, but if he asks me to marry him I will call for witnesses immediately. Or I will run and hide.] [You fear your emotions, you mean?] [I fear how much I trust him already. But I know he was wrong about the sailors. He agrees, he misjudged the situation. What if he misjudges me, and I accept it? I know I''m not a very good judge of people''s intentions, I always drive them away.] [I don''t think you''ll drive him away, if he''s convinced you''ll marry.] [Yes. That scares me.] [That you won''t be able to drive him away?] [That he''ll change his mind and I lose him, or that he won''t change his mind, but I''ll try to drive him away rather than open up to him.] [I think you need to pray.] [Yes.]
¡°Your turn, Lara,¡± Pete, the first sailor said. ¡°I think skip her turn,¡± Harry said, ¡°she''s been deep in silent conversation the past few minutes. I presume with her majesty.¡± ¡°Don''t you dare skip me,¡± Lara objected. ¡°Sorry, Lara,¡± Harry said. ¡°Who, me, competitive?¡± ¡°No competition from my point of view,¡± Harry pointed out. ¡°No. You need a lot more practice.¡± ¡°Your wish is my command.¡± ¡°Oh, really?¡± Lara asked, brightly. ¡°Within reason.¡± ¡°Hmm. Whose reason? I seem to remember you weren''t very reasonable this afternoon.¡± ¡°I was very reasonable. And you''re keeping people waiting.¡± ¡°You did hear him say he''d do whatever I asked, didn''t you Pete?¡± ¡°Yes, Lara,¡± Pete said, grinning widely. ¡°Then if I hit the bullseye, Harry, you''re going to sing Amazing Grace.¡± ¡°And if you don''t, then you''ll sing it?¡± ¡°I might join in.¡± ¡°What''ll the rest of the clientele think of us having a song time?¡± ¡°No wonder things are tense round here. You''re visitors. You have to sing first.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 6: Boris

Effects of Openness / Ch. 6:Boris

Mars, Monsol 22nd August ¡°James, Margaret,¡± Alice said, ¡°First question. Could you confirm to me please that this has a chance of being real?¡± ¡°What is ''this''?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°''A feasibility study of a forcefield based launch system for Earth-Mars transfer orbit insertion and recovery.''¡± James read. ¡°Interesting application.¡± ¡°So would that be the opposite of the comet-sucker that Ruth wants someone to build her?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°I guess so, yes.¡± James agreed. ¡°That''s not possible either is it?¡± Alice protested. ¡°Possible yes. Safe for passing satellites and spacecraft, possibly not," James said. ¡°You''re telling me you routinely move things around with forcefields?¡± ¡°No. It''s much easier to get a winch, normally. But yes, with a big field generator and the right design, you ought to be able to push something for a few kilometres. Who wrote the paper?¡± ¡°Simon''s got a post-grad student at the university who thinks orbital mechanics is fun. Simon doesn''t like it himself, of course.¡± ¡°I don''t blame him.¡± ¡°According to this paper, ''the potential for lateral correction provided by a narrow focus force cone overcomes drawbacks with hypothetical laser-based launch systems'' Which I think means that if you''re not on target you can nudge the ship sideways,¡± Margaret quoted. ¡°I guess so,¡± James didn''t sound convinced. ¡°So, Margaret.¡± Alice said, ¡°As I understand it, a cargo pod is going to be coming for Ruth, with various things that it has been decided she needs, but that''s purely one way. Is that right?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± James agreed ¡°And when we say cargo pod, what we''re actually talking about is a supply of hydrogen, and a rather clever fusion-powered field generator, with inbuilt self-destruct, just in case.¡± ¡°In case what?¡± Alice asked. ¡°In case someone decides to take it apart to get a two generation head-start on Simon''s work.¡± ¡°Two generations?¡± ¡°Maybe more, maybe less. That''s my just my personal guess.¡± ¡°OK. And the reason for doing it that way is to save on the weight?¡± ¡°It''s supposed to make other things easier too. I think, like slowing down when it gets here.¡± James said. ¡°It''s going to sprout wings or something?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yes,¡± Margaret replied. ¡°That was supposed to be a joke,¡± Alice protested. ¡°You must have heard of Amos''s flying submarine,¡± Margaret asked. ¡°Zero weight, programmable wings, yes. I hear that they are strictly on the ''not good for us'' list, given what some militaries would do with them if they could.¡± ¡°Start world-war four, you mean?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°Hopefully not,¡± Alice said, ¡°But do I take it that you don''t think this paper is full of rubbish?¡± ¡°Sadly not, except the bit about course corrections in flight. Tell him to think about a bit about levers for that one.¡± ¡°I think he proposes a kilometre deep anchor field for stability. But why sadly?¡± ¡°Alice,¡± Margaret said ¡°It''s bad enough Atlantis planning to demonstrate they can deliver a tonne of stuff to Mars if they want to, but can you imagine what would happen to the currency if that toy actually got built?¡± ¡°Oh great. Currency collapse, again. So should Simon tell him not to publish?¡± ¡°I think as a theoretical paper it''s a great concept,¡± James said, ¡°But I think he ought to talk up the difficulties of steering something that accurately without course corrections, at so on.¡± ¡°How''s Atlantis going to send Ruth''s cargo pod then?¡± ¡°If necessary it''s going to do some course correcting en-route, the normal way, I''m not sure if they''d be using fusion products or a bit of antimatter, which would be even more efficient, of course.¡± ¡°Err.. right. You think Karella might send antimatter on an experimental ship to Mars?¡± ¡°I don''t know.¡± ¡°Let''s hope it all works perfectly if she does.¡± ¡°It should. But this paper doesn''t need to talk about that side of things at all. Oh! The other thing he ought to think about is the radiation burst that Simon knows all about.¡± ¡°You mean, you''d have a great big forcefield, pushing a spaceship to Mars, which would make a massive collecting area for high energy particles?¡± ¡°Yes. What do you call those radiation belts around Earth? Van something?¡± ¡°Van-Allen belts. Yes.¡± ¡°Plus of course there''s the little problem of aiming right given the weather.¡± ¡°It''s not going to work, is it? Not at all?¡± ¡°I expect all these things will be solvable... eventually.¡± ¡°Thanks, James. Does all that mean Ruth won''t get her crater-sized swimming pool?¡± ¡°I''ve not spoken to her recently. I personally expect some cheating to make sure it happens.¡± ¡°Cheating?¡± ¡°The last I heard was that hmm, what shall I call it? Let''s call it ''the inter-guild academy of Atlantis'' have accepted it as a challenge. I expect there''ll be a mixed solution involving stripping out the oxygen and hydrogen from rocks and if necessary a bit of atom smashing to processes something of what''s left into say, iron, since that''s useful, and hydrogen. I expect that''s possible, but its ages since I looked at the periodic table in anger.¡± ¡°And you can do that at the sort of industrial speeds she wants?¡± ¡°We do like forcefields. They''re so very very useful.¡± ¡°Hmm. That probably brings me to question two. I''ve had a message from our friend Harry, who after I''d dropped some appropriate words in their majestys'' ears is in Atlantis negotiating for the affections of your friend and in his spare time, no that''s wrong of me, anyway, he''s also investigating mer culture, and seeing if there is anything at all we could do that would make trade work, other than for beach-front properties, of course. I''ll let you see his letter, it''s quite long but other than the personal stuff, the summary is, from your position of having grown up in Atlantis and knowing us well if you could think of anything that doesn''t break any secrets but is hard for Mer to get, or your designers find tedious, and so on, that he could be making enquiries about. And also, the perennial question: any bright ideas on setting exchange rates?¡± ¡°Wood is hard to get. Mass production, as long as you don''t try to sell us stuff designed to fail ¡ª that''d be offensive, and heavy metals are always useful.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°It''s pretty hard to get hold of most of them from sea water, and a right pain to try and make them by fusion, since they''d rather split than join. But tell Harry to have a chat to the medical profession.¡± ¡°The medical profession?¡± ¡°Yes. Merfolk might have had fusion technology for a thousand years, but landfolk had antibiotics before merfolk. Medicine might keep people alive, but unfortunately it didn''t keep us hidden.¡± ¡°That''s hardly a justifiable trade, surely? We''re not going embargo medicines.¡± ¡°Karella probably has not thought of it, but if Harry could offer medical training, access to hospitals, supplies and equipment for a landfolk-style hospital on Atlantis with medical staff, I expect that Karella would leap at it. I''m quite sure the merfolk are fifty years or more behind what landfolk have.¡± ¡°Sounds like an interesting possibility. Medical techniques in exchange for construction techniques, perhaps?¡± ¡°Sounds like a very possible trade, yes,¡± James agreed. ¡°And Harry''s really met Lara?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°Happy reading,¡± Alice said.
Harry''s letter Dear Alice, do I detect your hand in getting me here so soon? If so, thank you. I certainly saw God''s at work as Lara was almost the first person I met here, having been met by Commander Sue Reynolds and Amos Tuna-speed. Lara lived up to her name and I met her knife as well as her tongue in that meeting. Please tell James (or let him and Margaret read this), ''Lara says she hasn''t cut anyone''s throat since yours, and apologises once more for your wounds.'' My work here is, I suppose, a little like James'', I am to learn the culture and find out what I can to help negotiations. Lara is of course a great help in learning the culture, and I guess we''ve already earned some marks for diplomacy in the commander''s book for my part in diffusing what seemed to be growing tension between the sailors and the Merfolk. Apparently every tavern is like the Fiddler''s Arms, except the rules of hospitality means guests have to sing first. Lara demanded I sing Amazing Grace if she got a bullseye, which of course she did, and then she caused consternation among the sailors by getting out her blowpipe/flute. She''d already told the sailors it was loaded with a warning dart, which she described as ''a world of pain'', as opposed to the normal muscle relaxant. I must say, she plays beautifully. Several of the sailors knew the words and joined in for the second verse, and then the Mer did too. Sorting out my emotions with regard to Lara is going to take some time, I think. She didn''t become a lawyer, as James predicted ¡ª I''m not sure her argumentation style as I''ve met it would fit in a courtroom ¡ª although with a little more self control she might do well. As well as this, I see a fragility in her that I think her arguments have been an attempt to hide. Alice, any advice? She knows I expect us to marry, eventually, but what would be best? Merely to wait until we know each other a lot better than we do, or should I also wait until she is more certain of herself? I find comfort in God''s words to me, which I have not yet shared with her, but they do not really help me know what to do. I do not really know what to do in my work either. It seemed so simple when His Majesty described it to me, but here I am, in a city of almost a million, told to ''find out what tasks trade or outsourcing would make less onerous, and what resources are hard for the Mer to get hold of.'' It seems a daunting task. Could you ask James for advice please, Alice? It strikes me he''s in a far more knowledgeable position to ask than either me or Lara. I''ve just noticed that I''ve hardly written two consecutive sentences that don''t include her somewhere. I''m not sure that''s healthy. Or is it simply a reflection of my joy in meeting her, after all these years? Harry
Letter to Harry York, Atlantis. Wedsol, 24th August. Dear Harry, Alice tells me I ought to write to you about what ''history'' there is between Lara and me, and set the record straight, from my point of view. Feel free to share this with Lara as appropriate. When I was ten and he was seven, Lara''s brother Boris loved talking about his wild ideas ¡ª I guess you could say he was an ideas person, and they were probably OK ideas for a seven year old, and I found them fun. His ideas were pretty brilliant by the time I left home. It seems from what Ruth said he picked her as his confidant once I''d left. Boris'' big sister didn''t think much of them when I was in hearing range. So, I liked spending time with him, and she decided that I needed protecting from his ideas, or something. He''d just get going, then she''d come in and start an argument, he''d roll his eyes, I''d shrug and try to argue back, but it seemed to me she spent far too long preparing for them, and I was more interested in her getting frustrated and walking away, so Boris and I could finish talking. I admit to male hormones and she was a pretty girl, but from my perspective it was only ever a case of ''I could like her if she wasn''t so annoying.'' So, did she ruin our friendship and drive me away? Not really, I don''t really see us as having had much of one. She might raise the fact that I asked her to a dance once, when I was 13 or so. That was mainly because the girl I''d really wanted to go with ¡ª to the extent that I''d stood in queue for ages to get hold of tickets ¡ª turned me down, and my sister said something like dancing with her little brother wasn''t her idea of a good time, and I didn''t speak to many other girls at the time. Of course, I didn''t want to earn another cut on my throat, so I probably didn''t tell her she was my last choice, and I''d seriously considered returning the tickets rather than ask her. I do remember that she''s a good dancer, by the way. Another thing to point out to her is that if she ever compared her family tree with mine, then it was either so early that I don''t remember it or she did it with my sister, not me. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. We saw each other a lot, because of being almost neighbours and the draw of Boris'' wild plans for space flight ¡ª which are, I believe, taking shape to get Ruth''s cargo pod here ¡ª but I don''t think I ever really considered her much more than an annoying part of my world. I write this, knowing it might be painful for her to read it. But, from what Alice has said, she''s got a deeper pain that she feels she drives friends away when they get to know her better. In contrast to myself (never considering her a friend and wanting to explore more of the world) I point out another sadness in her life ¡ª Zara knew her well, and in no way did Lara drive her away. A tumor that kills within a few weeks of discovery is not a thing anyone should claim as their fault. I probably could have fallen in love with Zara, indeed I asked her to swap family trees a few times, but she didn''t want to risk her friendship with Lara, who by then had taken to making pronouncements about our future, which I denied whenever possible. Do greet Boris from me if/when you see him. I''m sure he''ll be able to introduce you to people on the manufacturing side of things. Oh, he might like to see the attached paper, from a student of Simon''s. James
Message to Lara Knifetongue, Atlantis. Frisol, 26th August Lara, Harry wants me to write to you directly, rather than showing you what I told him. He thinks I was a bit too blunt, I expect. So do I, in retrospect. So, I want you to think and ponder these things: 1. Zara was your best friend. She knew, I expect, your every secret thought, and you never drove her away. 2. As far as I remember, we never swapped family trees, or if we did it was when I was too ignorant to know what it meant. You did teach me a lot, I admit, but I wasn''t a willing student; I didn''t really appreciate the distraction from talking to Boris. 3. I asked Zara on numerous occasions ¡ª roughly once a term, I think ¡ª to swap family trees. She refused, because she thought it would hurt you. Sorry, I probably thought that was a plus point. 4. You said when I left Atlantis that you''d marry my best friend. I probably smiled, thinking really? You thought you''d marry Boris? I commend to you instead the man who was my best male friend on Mars. You can''t have my best friend, she''s called Margaret. 5. You dance excellently. I might have said that, but I''m not sure I ever admitted to you that I got those dance tickets planning to invite Tina, who rejected me, and then my big sister turned me down too. I almost retuned them, but the office was closed. I remember it as a fun evening and so unusual being near you without much risk of bloodshed, but I don''t think I ever had any thought that we''d do it again ¡ª I didn''t want you to think I was hiding any feelings for you. Make sure you get Harry to take you dancing, but you''ll have to explain a lot of things to him first. Have you pondered those things? I have, and looking back on it, I guess we were friends of a disputing sort, and that means we probably still are friends, because we share memories and I certainly don''t wish you ill. I just knew we''d be a disaster as a couple and you wouldn''t admit defeat on any point, would you? Please admit defeat on that point and accept you haven''t driven away any real friends I can think of, certainly not ones you weren''t trying to re-make in your image. distinctly not yours, except in the politeness sense, James Montgomery
Message to James Montgomery, Mars Friday 31st August James, Ruth says you two delayed swapping family trees until it was almost too late. Your oath covers such things as well? Sorry to be blunt and self-centred, but does that affect me and Harry too? Pondering things you asked me to, you meant it, didn''t you? When you repeatedly told me you''d rather fall on my knife than marry me? We must have compared trees, surely? Surely it would have occurred to you to compare them as ammunition against my unswerving conviction that I was right? Oh. I''ve just asked Boris. He says the two of you did discuss trees, and you decided that being fourth cousins wouldn''t be enough to shut me up. It should have been. But.... urm, maybe not, and yes, he''s right, you discussing it might have encouraged me. Moving on to another subject, I''m glad you never told me about asking Zara to swap trees. I might have reacted badly, and thank you for the example of a lasting friend. Does Harry ever react badly? I''ve probably got a schoolgirl crush on him, considering him perfect in every way. But please don''t tell him that. It scares me. I don''t want to put my knife to his neck so much as my fingertips or my lips. How can I write such things? I''m shocking myself. Fortunately I''m in control of myself enough not to give in. Let me rephrase that. So far I have been. He has a fine singing voice too. Please, tell me he has some faults. I want to love the man as a human, not worship him in the place of God. I named him my suitor, but eventually he needs a better name. Can you think of one? If I can''t think of one does that mean I don''t know him well enough to answer the question I imagine I see in his eyes every time we meet? your old nemesis, Lara
Message to Lara Knifetongue, Atantis. 9am Thursol 1st September Lara! Precision! In no way do I accept you attaching the label ''nemesis'' to yourself. You weren''t out to destroy me, just... correct my slovenly ways. You probably succeeded fairly well, too. Anyway... you asked about Harry''s faults? Yes, be assured he has them. And yes, I can think of a name, but surely the name should come from you? I seem to remember that''s a tradition, isn''t it? James
Message to Lara Knifetongue, Atantis. 10am Thursol 1st September Hello Lara! In case you''re wondering, yes, I did mean to annoy you in my first non-answer about Harry''s flaws. Have you introduced him to the medical staff yet? Not to mention told him about the relative values of things, as illustrated by your mother''s necklace? Hey, isn''t it Saturday there? There must be a dance sometime. James.
Letter to James Montgomery, Mars Sunday 2nd September James, Lara told me your last message to her was really trying to make her annoyed, but that then you made up for it by making her get me onto a dance floor. I agree, she''s an excellent dancer. I just wish I was half as good. You once told me that different people had different ideas of what conservative meant. Were you thinking of Lara, by any chance? Thank you for reminding her to introduce me to the medics... Alice had mentioned it. I see what you mean. Your old friend Boris is amazing. You totally failed to mention him being wheel-chair bound. Or whatever you call that thing. I presume that it''s all forcefields? Lara''s just peered over my shoulder and told me Boris invented it himself, after you''d gone. She''s very proud of her little brother by the way, justifiably so. Did you know that the thing Atlantis is going to send to Mars soon is almost entirely his design? I thought Amos'' flying submarine was impressive, but... wow! He read the paper from Simon''s student, grinned and declared the student a kindred spirit. The attached letters are a reply to him and a covering letter to you.
Attachment: Message to Robert Young, research student, Mars. Dear Robert, I really like your thinking, but I''d like to point out some practical downsides of your design. Firstly, and possibly even most importantly, there is the issue of what it might do to your economy and culture on Mars. Cheap transport isn''t good when transport cost defines your currency, after all. This is a similar issue that we face in Atlantis, that the tourists on planet Earth who''d like to visit our home outnumber our population by orders of magnitude. Also, on Mars you, as we, have limited accommodation. You might see what we''re doing with Atlantis-2, and think that building accommodation is the least of our problems, but since we have no desire to be outnumbered in our own homes we''ve no plans to build Atlantis-3,4,5 etc. any time soon. Also, due to our strange cultural outlook, the main reason the builders are getting it all done so quickly is so they can go back to working on what they like doing. Secondly, as you''ve rightly noted, the radiation collected from it staying in the Van-Allen belts is going to be nasty. For our package to Mars we''re going to be accelerating it at about 20G and making sure the field doesn''t get to the radiation belts. Thirdly, something you''ve not thought of, I think, is what trapping a large proportion of all the particles from the belts would do to the belts themselves. The physics of space-plasma isn''t exactly my field but by gut instinct is that you really don''t want to deplete those belts. My general attitude when messing with forces I don''t understand is ask a lot of experts before breaking the planet. I mentioned that we work hard on government stuff so we can spend time on what we like doing. Personally, what I like doing is playing with forcefields for space exploration, as it seems you do, and I''ve done some calculations based what I think is your (as in h.sap.terrestrialis) force-field technological ability. If it is then you''ll get a copy. This is in line with something my cousin Ruth asked me about. It needs a bit of refining, but I think (assuming it gets passed on to you) you''ll see the correlation with what you present in your paper. Do feel free to discuss it with Ruth (our Mars ambassador) and eventually with the Mars Council. As I''m sure you learned when young, if you ask first then instead of being ''a mad scientist playing with things you barely understand and putting all our lives at risk'', then you''re ''a bold and intrepid researcher pushing back the frontiers of science''. As well as keeping you out of deep deep trouble when you drastically alter the geopolitics forever, my sister assures me that the latter label is a lot better for meeting pretty girls. Maybe my Mars delivery will do it for me... I still live in hope. Boris
Attachment for James, Mars. Hi James, Hey, you got there and found a girl, and found someone for Lara! Wow, talk about progress! Now it''s just me and Ruth you need to match-make for. Know anyone suitable? If so, I''d love to try out the manned version of Ruth''s little care package, and if it''s in the name of love then I might even be able to twist Karella''s arm ¡ª look what Amos managed to get permission for! Could you have a look at the design I''ve attached to send to Robert, and make sure it''s not giving away any secrets of the deep? Then if it''s OK, translate it for the guy. They''ve got slippery fields, field-confined fusion, and I know they did some stuff with flanged fields for Restoration. Was that from multiple emitters, or were they actually bending the field? Is there anything in this that they don''t have? I''m attaching a yes/no questionnaire that it''d be good to have the answers to. Hopefully that doesn''t give anything away. In case it does, I''ve added in some plausible-sounding science fiction in there too. Warn whoever answers about that, so they don''t go thinking that just because I''ve asked about it then it''s really possible. If you think it is OK for Robert to get the plans, then it''d go quite a way to provide the comet eater / pool filler for Ruth, and then all we''d need to do is provide some nice big comets to fill her pool. She talks about two km diameter comets, but really, bigger ones are far better, if you ask me. After all, the attached design can cope with 15km ones, and three of those a year sounds much easier to cope with than two or three 2km ones per day. Keep thinking big! Boris.
Findhorn-Bunting residence, Satursol, 3rd September ¡°Hi, Simon.¡± James said, ¡°Did Alice tell you what this is about?¡± ¡°Only something about possible misuse of governmental encrypted channels and you needing to check something with me.¡± ¡°Urm, yes. Well since I was on the receiving end, I probably don''t get in trouble. You know I sent a copy of that paper to a friend in Atlantis?¡± ¡°Yes. Robert said it made him feel like a fourteen year old being told his aircraft design had made it''s way to a top airline manufacturer ¡ª embarrassed and proud and not sure what to expect next.¡± ¡°Well, my friend Boris, also known as Harry''s almost-certainly-future-wife''s brother, has replied. For the record, he''s about Ruth''s age and is chief designer for Ruth''s cargo delivery.¡± ¡°Urm, OK.¡± ¡°But he doesn''t want to give away any secrets, so he''d like me to get a questionnaire filled out. Would you be willing to answer some yes-no questions about the current state of knowledge in forcefields?¡± ¡°Urm, sure.¡± ¡°Oh, before I ask, I need to state that some of what I''m asking about are purely science fiction, so don''t take a question as in any way indicating that it''s worth investigating.¡± ¡°Right.¡± ¡°So question one: More than two types of artificial forcefields are known.¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°If type one force-fields are flat and slippery, and type two forcefields start as spiky balls, type two forcefields push but do not burn things out of their way.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Type one forcefields cut and burn things in their way, but do not push things as they grow.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Mixing forcefields is possible.¡± ¡°What? How?¡± ¡°Can I put that as no?¡± ¡°OK.¡± ¡°Making a type one forcefield with a curve or angle at the end is possible.¡± ¡°Apparently so. No idea how though. Write it as no.¡± ¡°Making a type two forcefield with a curve or angle at the end is possible.¡± ¡°Oh hold on, what does your rock-cutter use? Well, does it matter? No to both questions.¡± ¡°Making a type 1 forcefield sit still on another type 1 forcefield is possible.¡± ¡°I think they did that in Restoration, yes.¡± ¡°Making a type 1 forcefield visible is possible.¡± ¡°I doubt it.¡± ¡°Making a type 2 forcefield visible is possible.¡± ¡°I''ve seen pictures of Amos''s flying fish. No idea how, though.¡± ¡°Crushing something contained within a type one forcefield dome by adjusting the power or drive signals is possible.¡± ¡°Urm. Slippery sort? It might be, I don''t know. Can you record a pass, and I''ll ask someone?¡± ¡°Of course. Crushing something contained within a type two forcefield dome by adjusting the power or drive signals of is possible.¡± ¡°Yes, hold on, a type two dome? I can''t make one of those.¡± ¡°It might be fiction remember. Crushing something contained within a type two forcefield cone by adjusting the power or drive signals of is possible.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Making a hole in a hard type one forcefield by adjusting drive parameters is possible.¡± ¡°Pass, but I''ll ask.¡± ¡°Making a penetrable patch in a type one forcefield for another forcefield by adjusting drive parameters is possible.¡± ¡°Interesting idea. I''ll ask.¡± ¡°Might be sci-fi, remember. That''s it. If you can get those answers soonish then maybe I''ll know if your student can make Ruth happy.¡± ¡°Pardon? What''s Robert done?¡± ¡°With all questions answered, then I can maybe translate an attachment for him, in which case Ruth''s swimming pool filling comet catcher takes a step closer to reality.¡± ¡°Oh, well, why don''t I just make a quick call or three then?" Effects of Openness / Ch. 7: Seizing the moment.

Effects of Openness / Ch. 7: Seizing the moment.

Ruth''s complex, Monsol 5th September, 10.30am. Robert Young wished he''d washed his hair this morning. He''d no idea when Dr Findhorn-Bunting had invited him to his house to chat about work it was going to turn into a visit to an -another- embassy. Oh well, it wasn''t like he was going to invite her out. No matter how strong her faith and attractive she might be, you don''t go inviting ambassadors out on dates when you''re hoping to get their support for a project. Belatedly, he decided to hide his thoughts, he''d read that lots of Mer were thought-hearers. ¡°Hi, Ruth,¡± James said, ¡°Boris sends this doctoral student of Simon''s, by the name of Robert Young, with a message intended to make you a happier woman.¡± ¡°Oh yes? What''s my favourite mad scientist cousin done now?¡± ¡°I thought the term was bold and intrepid researcher?¡± Robert asked, then blushed that he was correcting an ambassador. She looked like she ought to be a student. Maybe that was the problem. He''d heard she was young and pretty, but wow, she was gorgeous. Good job your thoughts are hidden, he thought to himself. The fruit of the spirit includes self control. Please Lord? ¡°Hmm, he wishes,¡± Ruth replied, ¡°what''s the message?¡± ¡°Here it is, Maam,¡± Robert said. ¡°Oooh, and he wrote it in middle Mer? Why?¡± ¡°I guess because we don''t use it much,¡± James said ¡°and there''s no way a computer is going to easily decode such a mess.¡± ¡°Hmm. Interesting,¡± Ruth commented, then whistled ¡°Fifteen kilometres diameter?¡± ¡°That''s what he wrote to me too. He said that three of those a year would be much easier to manage than three a day. The cube of seven and a half is four hundred and something.¡± ¡°Urm, right. As long as it works,¡± Ruth said, ¡°He said something about an interesting collaborative project in exchange for which he''d like swimming rights and an introduction to a non-related, unprejudiced brunette. I guess it all starts to make sense.¡± ¡°A non-related, unprejudiced brunette?¡± Robert asked aloud, his curiosity overcoming his reticence. ¡°He doesn''t come across that way when he writes, but he''s really shy,¡± James explained, ¡°you can''t go marrying relatives, and obviously he''s got a thing for brunettes.¡± ¡°And the unprejudiced bit?¡± ¡°Spinal injury when a child.¡± James said, ¡°He''s got no function in his legs.¡± ¡°But...¡± Robert started thinking that that ought to be possible to fix. ¡°For the past five hundred years,¡± Ruth said, ¡°research on Atlantis has focussed on technology that would help our people avoid detection, evade capture, or survive discovery. We''ve never had enough people to include medicine in that category, or done anything except keep making progress at a much slower rate that you. People who dedicated their lives to those research fields were encouraged, fed by the rest of the population and allowed a certain amount of time devoted to private projects, as a motivating factor. Boris'' hobby of forcefield research with the aim of space exploration and exploitation was definitely in the private projects category, but I understand that some of what he''s done is stuff that''s been recognised as generally useful too. If he hadn''t been injured then he''d probably have been kicked onto food collecting duty, given how much time he spends on his own stuff. But he''s my cousin and, without him my position as ambassador would be about to be confirmed by a tiny little metal pod that might not have been spotted by anyone before it whizzed past, whereas thanks to him I''m due to get about a tonne of nice little home comforts. So, I''m considerably more tolerant of him than most.¡± ¡°Oh, right.¡± Robert said, reassessing Boris''s place in things on Atlantis. ¡°So, having said all that about how little time he spends on proper work, What''s his involvement going to be in this scheme?¡± ¡°Limited to what you see, I think.¡± James said, indicating the paper. ¡°He''s letting it go with just a feasibility sketch?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°And basic design equations, yes.¡± James agreed. ¡°I don''t know whether I should be impressed at his maturity or horrified. We''re really supposed to trust the lives of everyone on Mars to something made out of land-folk experimental technology, when there''s a fifteen kilometre comet on its way at how ever many kilometres a second? No offence, Robert, but that''s crazy.¡± Robert inwardly cringed. ¡°I think, Ruth,¡± James said, ¡°this is where you tell Robert you''re interested in it or not, and he does some very small scale demonstrations, say on something the size of footballs across the room, then once all the bugs are ironed out you get Council approval for some bigger scale demonstration projects, say something part-way processed by the comet shredders, which might even scale up to a full-sized comet from a string, I guess, and you then bring politics to bear to get Karella to authorise the final design to be properly fabricated on Atlantis, using our reliable components. Assuming you want it to work.¡± ¡°Of course I want it to work. O.K. Got it, a proper collaborative work, where he gets some glory, and Robert does all the hard work. So Robert, tell me all about yourself,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Myself?¡± ¡°Yes. Faith? Hopes? Dreams? Vision? Musical taste? Can you swim? Where were you born? Do you have any brothers or sisters? Are your parents still alive? Do you normally date blonds or brunettes? Who are you dating at the moment? Can you dance? What are your long term plans to move somewhere else, anything like that. Think of it as a trust building exercise. Then we can get to detailed questions about the project.¡± ¡°Urm, Maam, some of those... I don''t really understand what relevance...¡± Robert floundered. ¡°Then answer the questions and I''ll explain more towards the end. Help me get to know the person bringing me this project, for all I know you sacrifice innocent tomatoes to Odin in your spare time.¡± ¡°I''m Christian, I was brought up Brethren to be precise, baptised aged sixteen, my parents are alive, I was born on Mars, I''ve got three sisters, two older than me, one twin. The older pair are married, my brunette twin isn''t. I don''t normally date anyone. Musical taste, I''m Martian so I like all things folk.¡± ¡°Doesn''t necessarily follow,¡± Ruth said, ¡°but OK. When you say you don''t normally date anyone is that because you''ve had bad experiences in the past, or because you''re still waiting to find her?¡± ¡°Urm, still waiting, maam.¡± he said, blushing. ¡°Swimming, dancing?¡± ¡°Yes, maam.¡± ¡°Hopes and dreams?¡± ¡°I''d like to visit Atlantis, one day, maam. That was sort of behind my paper. I don''t want to leave here for years, but I''d like to visit.¡± ¡°Your paper?¡± ¡°I sent a copy to Boris.¡± James said, ¡°Robert had an idea that you could send shuttles back and forward very cheaply and quickly just with on-planet forcefield generators.¡± ¡°Boris wrote that it''d be risky, and might upset our economy.¡± ¡°Fast cheap transport? I bet. Why do you want to visit Atlantis?¡± ¡°I hear it''s a beautiful city, Maam.¡± ¡°It is. How long have you wanted to visit?¡± ¡°Since I was little, Maam. My grandmother told me some stories her grandmother told her... living under a dome under the sea, in a secret city, selling pearls for nuts because iron was so valuable.¡± ¡°Really? Sometimes it seems everyone I meet has heard something. How long is your range?¡± ¡°Maam?¡± ¡°Call me Ruth, Robert. I heard you decide to hide your thoughts when you were coming in. Don''t do it too long or you''ll get stuck. So, how far away can you hear decisions?¡± ¡°Three metres.¡± ¡°Typical land-folk range then.¡± ¡°Yes, Maam. Sorry, Ruth. My sister''s is better.¡± ¡°I''ve got a range of about twenty to thirty meters. Now, if you can convince me you think this will work, then I''d be very happy to turn some craters into swimming pools.¡± ¡°Seas, Ruth.¡± James corrected. ¡°The correct word for that much salt water is a sea.¡± ¡°Why salt water?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Because I want a relatively complete food chain from plankton up to cod and tuna. If we''re going to make this place fit to live in then I want oxygen generating carbon-dioxide removing seas to help stabilise the atmosphere and fish to catch.¡± ¡°A fishing industry?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Industry? You mean nets? No, I mean by hand and knife, like God intended. I guess we might allow some areas for rod-fishing, but no, if Mer are going stock the seas of Mars, then we''re not doing it so you can de-stock them again in the name of profit. Subsistence fishing only.¡± ¡°Theological question for you to consider, Ruth.¡± James asked. ¡°Should there be sharks?¡± ¡°There are always sharks, James, but yes, it''s a good question. I think it depends on how well the lesser fish do. But maybe it''d be a good idea, to keep people on their toes. The biggest down-side is I don''t like shark meat.¡± ¡°Not all sharks need to be killed, Ruth.¡± ¡°Certainly not if we want a self-sustaining population, no. Just the dangerous ones. But I''m certainly not importing any while the water''s less than two meters deep. Come along Robert.¡± ¡°Where to?¡± ¡°Mars Council. Let''s get you permission to melt some snow from the ice caps.¡± ¡°But, maam...¡± ¡°Robert, you''re talking to a mermaid. We Mer are true apex predators, like cats, dolphins, and so on. There is a time to play and time to rest, a time to lie in wait and a time to chase down and strike. It''s time to move. You don''t catch a fish by moving slowly. The first law of the deep is an oath must be kept, I hope you''ve learned that one.¡± Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°The second, is not all sharks need to be killed, only dangerous ones.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°The third is: what is hunted is not possessed, what is caught is owned, what escapes is free.¡± ¡°I don''t understand.¡± ¡°You can''t say ''that''s my fish, I was going to catch it,'' or ''that''s my girl, I was going to ask her out.'' You can say ''hands off that fish, it is mine, I killed it,'' or ''get away from my girl, she''s going out with me'', but if a fish escapes or a girl dumps you, you have no more claim on them.¡± ¡°Err...¡± ¡°It''s a bit like ''finders keepers, losers weepers,''¡± James said ¡°But it''s more complicated than that. Things can''t escape, nor can killed prey, so they stay owned. People and live prey can escape. Back when our laws permitted slavery, a girl being chased could call on friends to help, but once caught as a concubine she couldn''t receive help from anyone else, but if she later escaped her master then she was free to do what she wanted, for example slit his throat or castrate the guy who''d dishonoured her.¡± Robert swallowed audibly. ¡°But we haven''t allowed slavery for a few centuries, so while the response to rape remains, there''s no rule protecting the guy. But anyway, what it boils down to is my cousin here is saying that if a mer has decided to do something, then they don''t hang around waiting for a better time. There''s an opportunity, maybe it''s not perfect, but seize it anyway, it might be the last chance, someone else might grab the girl, fish, etc. So you''re here, Ruth''s obviously free since she''s quoting ''seize the day'' type stuff at you, you know you need to talk to the council, why wait?¡± ¡°Urm... does abject terror count as a motive?¡± ¡°You''re scared of the council?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Not really, maam.¡± ¡°Ruth,¡± Ruth corrected. ¡°No, Ruth.¡± ¡°Come along then, let''s talk about what you''re scared of on the way.¡± ¡°See you sometime, Ruth,¡± James said. ¡°Before you go, how''s your harvest coming along?¡± ¡°Very soon now.¡± ¡°What does Margaret think of your scheme?¡± ¡°She''s happy.¡± ¡°And everyone else?¡± ¡°Pastor Tom thinks we''re crazy to keep everyone on tenderhooks about the date until a week beforehand and Alice says she guesses she can''t object since she set the condition.¡± ¡°Robert is looking really confused, James.¡± ¡°Feel free to educate him about our culture, cousin. You are ambassador.¡± ¡°Go check on your cabbages then, and make sure you let me know.¡± James gave a mocking bow, connected his breather and headed off. Ruth continued, ¡°So, simple explanation, Robert, James and Margaret, being embassy staff, need permission to marry. If the harvest is good then James''ll have enough to support them, which is one of their embassy rules, and Alice said they had to set a date after James'' main root vegetable crop was going to be harvest-ready. They talked about it, and decided that one week after harvest-ready ought to give them time to get the first-fruits of the harvest in, demonstrate to Alice they had enough, and would also mean they didn''t need to wait longer than necessary.¡± ¡°Oh. Right, so everyone''s wondering when that''ll be?¡± ¡°Exactly. So, you''re terrified of cultural differences?¡± ¡°I''m realising that I don''t know much.¡± ¡°That can change,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°So, are you going to seize the day, or let it swim away from you? Does your schedule with Simon mean you won''t be able to work on this?¡± ¡°I ought to be able to, it''s related enough to my research field, but I don''t know. And I don''t know if I''m up to this, and the thought of being responsible for a comet crashing to the planet is terrifying.¡± ¡°Right, let''s stop off at Simon and Alice''s first, then. Anything else that terrifies you?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And that''s why you''re risking getting stuck?¡± ¡°Urm.¡± Robert replied. Ruth took that as an affirmative. ¡°I have no bodyguard, no security force, no honour guard, no assistant even. Therefore I carry two weapons I learned as a young woman at home, the sort any young woman would carry at home. Except the knives you have here are useless, and I can''t get the ingredients to make the preferred muscle relaxant for my blowpipe, which means I''m going to hesitate to use it, just when that hesitation might mean the difference between life and death. I know that there have been attacks on several ambassadors. Hopefully my queen hasn''t made sufficient enemies that I''m a target, and my dreams of flooding a crater or getting some proper domes built here don''t upset anyone too badly. But I don''t know that.¡± Ruth drew a breath and continued: ¡°Lacking much else, I rely on my native reaction speed and the warning I get from having a good range. People hiding their thoughts makes me nervous.¡± ¡°Sorry, I wasn''t thinking along those lines,¡± Robert said. ¡°I understand that in your eyes, I''m probably a scary authority figure form a strange and wonderful country with a seemingly magical level of technology. I would much rather you thought of me as a young woman, far from home, who''s been taken from a job she enjoyed and plunged into a world where she has more responsibilities than she knows about, struggles to understand the rules and is terrified of what might happen if she breaks them. I am a naturally social person but sometimes I''m afraid of my own shadow, let alone big groups. I do have some friends, but I would not object to another.¡± ¡°You''d have heard me decide I''d like to be a friend, except that although I''d like to unhide, I am stuck.¡± ¡°I understand from the truthsayer association that you normally think of yourself as a bubble, yes?¡± ¡°Yes. I''m trying, but.... I think I hid far too long, I feel very stuck, more than ever before. I didn''t think I was hidden that much longer than normal.¡± Ruth heard the concern in his voice, ¡°Look into my eyes, Robert, and try to trust me. You are in a bubble, but not just any bubble. Your bubble is special, because you know the secret of forcefields, your bubble has a sharp blade above it, cutting all the way to the surface, so as you rise, the mud is already parted, and you can also make a cone below you. Do you feel the cone? To start with it slows you a little, but the mud does not stick to it, so it does not slow you much. You are probably rising about as quickly as you would with no forcefield.¡± ¡°Yes, I feel it. I''m moving, but not much.¡± ¡°Good, now you know you can adjust your cone angle, but you must do it quickly, or there will be no real effect. Take my left hand and when I squeeze yours you must collapse the cone as fast as you can. You will then come shooting out of the mud so quickly you might be surprised, but I will catch you. Will you trust me?¡± ¡°Yes, Ruth.¡± She squeezed, and caught him as he staggered at the onslaught of thoughts he heard. Her thoughts, loud and clear, his own thoughts, bouncing around the room, even echos of her thoughts. And her emotions too. It was an intimate moment. He heard echos of her concern for him, overlaid with joy that he had trusted her, she heard his wonderment at the intimacy they shared in that moment and he heard her self-rebuke as she regretted she''d known what this intimacy might be like and hadn''t warned him clearly. He heard her hoping she hadn''t abused his trust. As the moment faded, he also felt his own reaction to the intimacy of the moment, awareness that he felt protective of her as well as attracted, and glad for that fleeting closeness. ¡°Wow. I don''t think anything could have prepared me for that, Ruth. Thank-you for... sharing that much of yourself with me.¡± ¡°I should have warned you,¡± she said, letting go of his hand. ¡°You said you''d catch me. I could have asked what you meant.¡± ¡°But you trusted instead.¡± ¡°I did, I do. Ruth, urm, I''ve never, urm...¡± Gently, she put her finger on his lips, and he knew she''d hidden her thoughts for that brief moment, because all he sensed was her touch. ¡°Before you go further, you''ve just experienced something like the light turning on in a pitch black room. Your filters weren''t ready for the onslaught, and were overloaded temporarily, you heard my thoughts. Of course you did since we were touching, and you got my emotions too. And I was concerned that I''d left you hiding too long, and it was all in glorious stunning brightness. Mix that with my earlier plea for friendship and I expect your reaction is going to be very flattering. After all, I don''t need to read minds to notice you finding me attractive, but none of this makes me ''the one'', in the eyes of God. Yes, what''s just happened has probably broken down a lot of natural reserve, but alcohol might do that, and I hope you wouldn''t want to trust a decision made when influenced by alcohol. Not that I''m rejecting what I''m guessing I didn''t let you say, just... making up for not warning you better.¡± ¡°You chose to open yourself to me,¡± he said. ¡°I did.¡± ¡°Thank you. I think that means that you see me as potentially more than just a friend.¡± ¡°Ah, well, yes. That''s where it gets complicated. I thought James might be more than a friend when we were on the ship here. I turns out he''s my third cousin, and my fourth cousin and my third cousin once removed. So, before we get emotionally involved it''d be very good to make sure that we''re not close relatives. And given how small the population of Atlantis is, and how long we''ve been isolated, we don''t marry third cousins.¡± ¡°I heard you thinking of family trees. Thank you for explaining. I do want to be friends, Ruth.¡± ¡°Good.¡± ¡°And is it greedy of me to want to do that again?¡± She laughed, ¡°Certainly unwise, anyway. Playing with temptation, don''t you think? I''d say normal hand holding ought to be enough. I''m not saying never again, but you could just have lain down, you realise.¡± ¡°So why...¡± ¡°Because that''s the way I learned it, and it is a thing that''s better done as a couple. Trust in the other is important for it to work, as was my willingness to open up to you, otherwise you might be overwhelmed with negative feelings, and plunge deeper into the mud out of embarrassment. Next time you do it, it probably won''t be as intense, you realise, as you know what to expect.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°But if you''ve heard married or engaged couples talking about feedback, I''m told that''s pretty similar closeness, but it grows rather than fades.¡± ¡°Can I ask... who taught it to you?¡± ¡°My mother. So no, it wasn''t the same. In case you''re wondering, by the way, I''m pretty amazed at what''s just happened between us myself, and I only got it second hand.¡± ¡°Then you''ve not done it with anyone else?¡± Robert asked. ¡°What do you take me for, Robert?¡± Ruth asked, stepping away from him, upset. ¡°Pardon?¡± he asked, confused. ¡°Do you think I routinely open myself like that to men?¡± ¡°No. Sorry. I just.... I don''t understand.¡± ¡°Someone once described me as a ''grab first, think later'' person. I grabbed at James, he turned out to be a cousin, too late for us to avoid tears. I grabbed at someone else, before I was a Christian and his sister very quietly pointed out to me that I''d be making him break his oath to God if I carried on that way, so I told him I''d been stupid, and a few weeks later I left Atlantis, because someone who makes someone else break an oath is a dangerous shark. I didn''t grab at either of them in the way I''ve grabbed at you. I''m sorry, I shouldn''t have done it.¡± ¡°It was a very generous thing.¡± ¡°It was a very stupid thing to do before we''d compared family trees, because I smashed through the barriers of natural shyness and now we both know that we''re attracted to each other and we enjoyed that sense of emotional union and think we''re on the verge of being in love.¡± ¡°But we''re not?¡± Robert asked, gazing into her eyes. She gazed back for a while before turning away. ¡°Robert, I need to see your family tree, or know the names of your great-great grandparents. It would be incest to me, if we''re third cousins. Understand?¡± ¡°Can I introduce you to my parents, then? Because I don''t know it. They might. Or my sister, maybe.¡± ¡°You can. Before or after the Council?¡± ¡°This feels more urgent to me.¡± ¡°And it''s personally important too,¡± Ruth said.
Young family complex. 11.30am ¡°Hi Dad, allow me to introduce Her Excellency the ambassador of Atlantis, Ruth, err.. sorry, I only know your first name, Ruth.¡± ¡°Hello, Mr Young.¡± Ruth said, ¡°Robert never got introduced to me formally. Among my people I''m formally known as Ruth bnt Emilia Yzella Edwin hi Matthew Wilma Boris, which is mostly my parents and grandparents, the shorter version which just lists my parents is Ruth Emilia Matthew, which almost works on land too, so my landing card said Ruth Mathews.¡± ¡°Welcome, your excellency,¡± Mr Young said, totally unsure what was going on here.said ¡°Oh, call me Ruth, please. Robert''s recent paper got into the hands of my cousin Boris back on Atlantis, and Boris replied, and from my perspective, it looks like Robert might be helping realise my dream of flooding some craters to act as Martian seas. I had my eyes on Hellas to start with, since everyone talks about that turning into a lake, but I''m told it''s a bit too big. Plus of course there are lots of people with claims down there who might not like water being deliberately piped there.¡± ¡°Water from where?¡± ¡°Comets, Dad. Boris thinks my idea of a forcefield-shot shuttle service might rather break the economy, but suggested the receiving end could be turned into a ground-based comet shredder, for much bigger comets than they send in strings.¡± ¡°I guess I should add that Boris is a forcefield designer,¡± Ruth said, ¡°but anyway, as you might have guessed from my name, genealogies are rather important to my people, in all sorts of areas, and I''d find it helpful to know as much of Robert''s genealogy as possible. He spoke of stories from his grandmother which might make him my distant cousin.¡± ¡°And that''d be important?¡± ¡°Absolutely, Mr Young. If he''s my third cousin then I''m not allowed to find myself falling in love with the lovely kind man who''s working to make me a nice big swimming pool to play in. I''d much rather learn that now than later.¡± ¡°Well, I guess you''d better have a seat. Does Hathellah know anything about this Robert?¡± ¡°No, Dad. It''s all happened this morning. Hathie is my twin, Ruth.¡± ¡°Your twin is called Hathellah¡± Ruth asked, in shock. ¡°Yes. It''s an odd name, but it''s been in the family a long time.¡± ¡°Yes, millennia. Unless someone''s been copying what they shouldn''t.¡± Ruth said. ¡°You recognise the name?¡± Mr Young asked. ¡°From stories, history lessons, laws.¡± ¡°Laws?¡± ¡°Hathellah was the queen of the Outer Mer, from before the Exodus.¡± Ruth said, ¡°The name was passed down from grandmother or great-grandmother to a single child, ever since then. No one else may use it.¡± ¡°My mother was very upset we didn''t call either of your big sisters after her and her grandmother, Robert.¡± ¡°I thought the last Hathellah had died.¡± Ruth said, shaking her head in amazement, ¡°Wow. Your mother will have kept a careful family tree, I assume, Mr Young.¡± ¡°Yes. Hathellah keeps it.¡± ¡°So she should,¡± Ruth said, nodding, ¡°it goes with the name.... Robert, does your sister have any interest in politics?¡± ¡°Politics? No. Why?¡± ¡°I hope she gives me the right answer to a question I''ve got to ask her.¡± ¡°A question?¡± ¡°You''ll see. Where is she, do you know?¡± ¡°That''s what made me ask,¡± Mr Young said. ¡°She told me she was going to be home for lunch. Your mother will be Phome too.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 8: Hathellah

Effects of Openness / Ch. 8: Hathellah

Young family complex. 12.15pm, Monsol 5th September ¡°Hi Hathie, allow me to introduce Her Excellency the ambassador of Atlantis, Ruth Emilia Matthew ... Oh, bother.¡± Robert blushed, ¡°Sorry Ruth, I should used the long form, shouldn''t I? What was it?¡± ¡°I, Ruth bnt Emilia Yzella Edwin hi Matthew Wilma Boris, ambassador of Karella, queen of all Merfolk by will of the high council of Atlantis, undisputed sovereign over the deeps and shallows, greet you Hathellah, grand-daughter of Hathellah, grand-daughter of Hathellah in the name of her majesty. But I admit surprise. There hasn''t been a bearer of the name Hathellah in Atlantis since around the time of Karella Iron trader.¡± ¡°I know.¡± Hathellah replied, ¡°In the early twenty-first century, as the Mer hid, Hathellah the younger died. My ancestor heard by letter from Hathellah his grandmother that his sister was dead, and that although he now walked among landmen, he must so name a daughter, and so keep the line alive. I have the letter.¡± ¡°Then Hathellah, undisputed princess of the Outer Mer, though there has been peace between the Mer for many centuries, by the oath that joined the Inner and Outer Mer, I must ask: do you wish to claim your crown over the outer Mer, and separate what has been joined?¡± Hathellah had spent a long time with her grandmother, and with Atlantis making its presence known, she''d realised she might be be asked that question sometime, though it had seemed impossible when she first heard about it. She knew what to say: ¡°What need have I of a crown, or war, when there are fish in the sea and my people are governed wisely and without prejudice?¡± ¡°That''s a relief then!¡± Ruth said, ¡°Out of interest, if I''d asked in Mer would you have understood?¡± ¡°I might have been able to guess what you were asking. Grandma did try to teach me, but even she struggled.¡± ¡°You have rights, Hathellah. Do you know them?¡± ¡°A seat on the council of Atlantis, the right to divide the Mer, and confusingly, the right to choose any man as husband. Can''t I do that anyway?¡± ¡°In other words, it means no arranged or forced marriages for you, unless you''re doing the arranging or forcing, and if you found that right being trampled on, then the armies and navies of the mer are yours to defend your honour. Shame they''re all on Earth at the moment. Except for me, I guess, and a few others. I presume you''ve never met my cousin James who works for Robert''s professor''s wife?¡± ¡°No. Should I have?¡± ¡°No, I was just wondering if I needed to throttle him for not mentioning you.¡± ¡°How did you hear about me?¡± ¡°Accident or divine providence, highness. I was wondering if I was at all related to your brother, who''s rather caught my attention, and your father asked if you''d heard about your brother''s plans.¡± ¡°What, the shuttle service? It''d destroy the economy, wouldn''t it?¡± ¡°That''s what my cousin Boris Fieldshaper told him, but he also sent him some calculations showing that a variant of it could suck comets to pieces in order to fill the odd crater or two with salt water.¡± ¡°Salt water as in fish and... squid?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°Exactly,¡± Rose agreed. It seemed Hathellah knew far more than her brother. ¡°A thought occurred to me, when the impossible came true.¡± Hathellah said. ¡°A few months ago my only realistic option for meeting Mer-men consisted of drifting in a boat in the middle of the sea and shouting out what my name was. Now there are a few more options, aren''t there? And for the sake of the bloodline I need to marry one, don''t I?¡± ¡°You have the right to choose, but the only unmarried Mer-man I know on Mars is James who''s getting married any week now, so I don''t recommend choosing him.¡± ¡°I could do that?¡± ¡°He''d probably hate you forever, she certainly would, but unless they''d vowed to marry each other, the law and histories say you could.¡± ¡°Just in case I change my mind if I meet him, tell them to, can you? I don''t like having that option.¡± ¡°OK.¡± ¡°Now, please?¡± ¡°Really? OK.¡± Bemused, but somewhat scared at the way Hathellah accepted that she might use that ancient right, Ruth called James.
James'' field dome. 12:30pm ¡°Hi Ruth, what''s up?¡± James asked, glad for the excuse to have a break from the hoeing. ¡°Hi cousin, I don''t suppose you''re in the presence of your beloved are you?¡± ¡°Yes. She''s just out of ear-shot and deciding she''s going to ask me why I''m getting calls on my day off.¡± ¡°An oath must be kept, but a mere promise or understanding can be unmade. So Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah asks that you make yourself unavailable to her ancient right of free choice.¡± James dropped his hoe. ¡°You''re serious?¡± he asked, and beckoned Margaret over. ¡°You never asked Robert what his twin sister was called,¡± Ruth''s voice said from his wrist as he put her on speaker. ¡°Hathellah died!¡± James said, feeling a chill go down his spine, ¡°Centuries ago!¡± ¡°Hathellah the younger died, but Hathellah the elder still lived. So she passed her name to a daughter of her grandson, who walked among men. Thus Hathellah lives.¡± ¡°My grandmother had but one child. When grandfather died, she followed her son and taught me what I know about my name.¡± Hathellah added. ¡°Did you hear that?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°I did, please thank the princess for restricting her free choice.¡± ¡°She does not restrict it, James, she cannot under the oath. So she asks that you make yourself unavailable,¡± Ruth said. ¡°She has no need of a crown but recognises the need for a husband of pure Mer blood, and there are not so many mermen on Mars. Do not present her with an easy fish.¡± ¡°I understand. Thank her on behalf of both of us. Margaret, with Ruth hearing, and in the sight of God, I vow to you that I will marry you within two months.¡± ¡°It is done, princess.¡± Ruth said, sounding relieved, and ended the connection. ¡°Urm, that wasn''t necessary, was it, James?¡± Margaret said. ¡°Yes it was. You know I spoke about the Outer Mer? It turns out that, despite it being general knowledge that their royal line died out with the death in childbirth of Hathellah around the year twenty-twenty, they do have a princess, she''s here on Mars, and one of the treaty conditions vowed under oath three millennia ago was that she could pick anyone to be her husband. As long as they weren''t bound by an oath, of course. No Hathellah''s going to make herself an oath-breaker.¡± ¡°Hold on, are we talking about a name or a title?¡± ¡°It''s both. When Hathellah has children or grandchildren she can choose which will produce an heir and carry on the royal name, and they name a daughter Hathellah. There can never be more than two Hathellahs, an elder and younger.¡± ¡°I guess I understand. And Hathellah can choose anyone?¡± ¡°One Hathellah chose the crown prince of all merdom, just before his wedding day, but someone got him word that she was thinking of him and he and his bride-to-be made vows to marry before he got the message of her decision. If he''d heard that she had chosen, then by swearing to his intended then he''d have broken the oath that brought peace, but he had witnesses that he hadn''t. She insisted on a trial, and he and his beloved swam a mile in shark-infested waters to prove their innocence. That was proven and they had their honeymoon, Hathellah chose his younger brother instead, and all lived happily ever after, etc, according to the song. According to another version she secretly poisoned big brother to make herself queen of all Merdom, and her husband declared being king is too much like hard work, let the council rule.¡± ¡°Hmm. When was this?¡± ¡°I can''t remember. I guess it was some time after Jason and the Argonauts tried to kidnap the royal choir. Back to the young princess, I guess she''s just heard I''m here and doesn''t want to think about exercising that right she''s got.¡± ¡°Nice of her to think of not stealing you from me,¡± Margaret said. ¡°I''m not so sure its good that she thought she might, though.¡± ¡°But... marriage has to be without undue pressure.¡± ¡°I''d have to have choose between breaking an oath which has stood for three millennia or a miserable marriage. Also, if she decided you''d made me break the oath, she could have you classed as a dangerous shark that needed dealing with. It''d be the sort of thing that would rip mer society in two. Almost as certainly as her picking up her crown.¡± ¡°Her crown?¡± ¡°Theoretically, she could dissolve the oath that unites Inner and Outer Mer. I expect that she''ll get really bored of answering that she doesn''t want to do that if she meets many people formally.¡±
Young family complex, Mars, 12.35pm ¡°It is done, princess,¡± Ruth reported. ¡°Thank you, ambassador. You understand, I don''t want that power, but...¡± ¡°You really don''t need the temptation to use it either,¡± Ruth said, nodding. Mrs Young looked between Ruth and her daughter, and said, ¡°I understood all the words, but I''ve no concept about what you girls are talking about.¡± ¡°Mrs Young, the Mer language had contact with semitic languages like Hebrew and Aramaic for a long time. The Hebrew word hamalkah means the queen, with the ha at the beginning meaning ''the'' and the ''ah'' at the end turning melek, king into the feminine, queen. We borrowed the ''ha'' and ''ah'', and stuck them on a word ''thell'' from our language. But the language has moved on now, and we no longer use the word ''thell'' to mean king or prince. But your mother-in-law bore a name which used to mean ''The Princess'', and passed it on to your daughter. And it''s not just a name, it is also title, with rights, and authority. The Mer used to be two tribes, the Outer and Inner Mer, that is to say the mer who used to live in the Atlantic, as opposed to the Mediterranean. Your daughter is princess of one part of the Mer people, and if she wishes to undo more than three thousand years of integration, under the treaty that united our peoples she has the right to take up her crown and become queen of the Outer Mer ¡ª I don''t honestly know how many people she would have, how many families she would tear apart, but she could do it.¡± ¡°But what was that about free choice?¡± ¡°Under the treaty sworn by oath, which forever unites our people, Hathellah has free choice of any man not sworn to another as her husband. Which technically would include anyone who''s made promises but not vows. Reasonably enough, she wishes that her granddaughter or great-granddaughter on whom she will bestow the title to be able to hunt and swim as merfolk, not just splash around in the water like landfolk. For that to happen she needs to marry a merman. And there aren''t many of those on Mars as far as I know.¡± ¡°So you''re thinking of leaving Mars?¡± Mr Young asked his daughter. ¡°Of course not, Dad. Why would I want to go to overcrowded Earth? No, what I''m thinking is that Ruth''s plans are going to bring some engineers here, and maybe some forcefield designers and I get to choose one of them. Please ask her Majesty to send me some nice ones to pick from, Ruth. Absolutely no third cousins. Speaking of which, want to come and have a look at the genealogy?¡± ¡°Absolutely.¡± ¡°Can the rest of us look too?¡± Mrs Young asked. ¡°Ruth? Grandma told me it was a secret of the deep.¡± ¡°Atlantis is secret no longer, Hathellah, and you have the rights of a council-member.¡± ¡°What does that mean?¡± ¡°In this case, you can decide to reveal secrets to people.¡± Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. ¡°I''ve got a lot to learn, don''t I?¡± ¡°Probably.¡± ¡°I suppose there are plus points to the fact I''m probably going to get fired then.¡± ¡°What?¡± her parents exclaimed in unison. ¡°Can I explain over lunch? I do want to see if Ruth''s a relative.¡±
Young family complex. 12.50 ¡°Now there is a name I recognise,¡± Ruth said, as they sorted back through the family tree. The name was one of Robert and Hathellah''s great-great grandmother''s husband''s great grandparents. ¡°Really him?¡± Hathellah said, surprised. ¡°Not him, exactly, but his sister. Parent''s names match, anyway. She got mid-Atlantic in a rowing boat, but ran into some trouble. I can''t remember if it was a broken arm or dislocated shoulder, or what it was, but she couldn''t row any more. She was drifting and miserable and a storm was on its way and got some unexpected help.¡± ¡°Nothing quite so romantic as being saved from almost certain miserable death?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°Not according to the version I heard. Guy who rescued her didn''t stop to ask if help was on the way or not. Since it had been, she was really miffed. But by then she''d seen a bit too much.¡± ¡°So what happened?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Well, he''d planned to just sink her boat, but he''d called someone to help earlier. Then that guy turned up and being the charmer he was said of course they''d take her personal possessions off it, and rather than sink her beloved boat, why not tow it a long way from her last reported position? While Mr Rescuer was doing the towing, he treated her wound, offered her a nice warm shower on his sub, clean clothes ¡ª he was a trader so he had loads ¡ª and then cooked her a candle-lit meal. She decided that she liked him much better than Mr Rescuer. The clinching issue was that he said it was perfectly OK for her to call her parents and tell them some cover story. I think the final version was she''d been rescued by a really reclusive millionaire, and a few months later they got an invitation and tickets to a private wedding on some Greek island.¡± ¡°What would her alternative have been? Prison?¡± Mr Young asked. ¡°Another option was her boat drifting at sea not far from where she''d started from and someone writing to the press saying that yes, she''d bottled out early on, he''d helped her get her computer to report false readings and had hidden her, but the stress of all the false reports had got to her and she''d gone a bit loopy, unable to separate truth from fantasy, plus the boat had slipped its secret moorings.¡± ¡°So not imprisonment, but her reputation in tatters?¡± ¡°Yes. It had to be something so that if she said anything about what had really happened she wouldn''t be believed. At the time our leaders were pretty sure that discovery would mean extermination, so basically she was presented with three choices: stay of her own free will, stay anyway, or return with negative credibility.¡± ¡°And were they right?¡± ¡°I don''t know. But I''m not aware of any genuine thought-hearers lining up to be tested by the Institute for the Human Mind during the relevant time period.¡± ¡°Ah, no.¡± ¡°So, what does that link make us, Ruth?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Roughly eighth cousins so far, but let''s keep looking, if that''s OK.¡± ¡°You have an amazing memory,¡± Robert said. ¡°Stories like that make family history fun and easy to remember. I''d be pretty stuck to remember her grand-son''s name if he hadn''t done something really stupid.¡± ¡°What?¡± Robert asked. ¡°I''ll tell you later, but it''s a sad story. His widow didn''t discover she was pregnant with their child until after the funeral.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°Next page backwards,¡± Hathellah said, ¡°and we''re into Mer.¡± ¡°Hmm,¡± Ruth said, ¡°Interesting. This one''s sister is really famous, Karella Iron-trader''s grandmother, Sathzakara Evangelia. So there''s another link, but it''s a long way back.¡± ¡°And you''re descended from Karella Iron-trader?¡± ¡°No her cousin, Martha Booklover, who married Kostas Atomworker.¡± ¡°Those names don''t mean anything to me.¡± ¡°I''m not really surprised, your ancestor left a long time ago. Do you even know of Thomas Bombuilder''s legacy?¡± ¡°No? What was that?¡± ¡°I expect your ancestor''s grandmother was one of those who approved his plans, but it was a deep deep secret at the time. Did she tell him to make sure he lived inland, and not near a major city?¡± ¡°She did. Why?¡± ¡°Because while your ancestor and his friends were thinking of getting passports to ease their travels among the land-folk, someone else ¡ª my ancestor, Thomas Bomb-builder ¡ª was arguing that there was no way we were going to be able to establish a home for ourselves in space or on Mars without being detected, we were at least a couple of generations too slow. But we could rig the power supplies to be bombs, which would be something that might persuade the landmen to leave us alone if they found us. Nasty indiscriminate things. They''re almost as bad as depth-charges.¡± ¡°Almost?¡± Robert has heard about the Mer''s hatred of that weapon system. ¡°They were designed as an automatic system. There''s one, now safely tucked away inside lots of forcefields in Atlantis, which was designed as a demonstrator ''our bomb''s bigger than your bomb'' sort of thing. The rest are purely automatic. No one has their finger on the button.¡± ¡°You make it sound like they''re still around,¡± Mr Young said. ¡°Disarmament is in progress,¡± Ruth said, ¡°but no one wants to make a mistake, so it''s happening very very carefully.¡± ¡°The Mer put booby-trapped nuclear bombs under major coastal cities?¡± Mrs Young asked. ¡°If you remember, Maam, land-men have set off rather a lot in past centuries, so we knew you as a sub-species ¡ª or at least some of those you chose as leaders ¡ª were psychologically capable of deciding to vapourize half a million people. We wanted to make sure it didn''t happen to us and our children.¡± ¡°I don''t think we should be disarming yet,¡± Hathellah said, ¡°Someone might need more persuading than most before they give us what we want.¡± ¡°Hathie, be nice!¡± her mother rebuked her. Ruth also looked at Hathellah in surprise, and said ¡°Princess of the outer Mer, you have inherited authority and power. I pray that before you use them you will learn the values of the hundreds of ancestresses who bore your title, and unlearn the values you have learned from entertainment channels. We are not barbarians who take pleasure in violence or forced submission. We might ask a whale for help, and of course we might kill a dangerous shark, but before your ancestor left us we took an oath to accept no slavery of women, and we have not made slaves of men nor animals since the days of the Romans. We do not issue threats that we are not prepared to carry out. Would you really choose to destroy a city and leave it a radioactive hole in the ground? If not, if you are Mer, you do not threaten to.¡± Hathellah didn''t cry, but Ruth heard the sadness in her voice. ¡°I have not been raised Mer, but a mixture of cultures. Martian, land-Earthling, some bits of Mer. I do not even have much Mer blood in me. Can you help me learn what I must?¡± ¡°Of course, princess,¡± Ruth said. ¡°I''ll even try to teach your brother some things too. I wonder if he remembers a lesson from earlier today, or if I need to remind him?¡± ¡°Urm, about catching fish?¡± Robert asked, nervously. ¡°Yes, that lesson.¡± ¡°Really?¡± he asked, deciding she couldn''t want him to ask her out now. Ruth raised her eyebrows, and decided that he clearly hadn''t learned his lesson well enough. ¡°I guess you do mean now,¡± he shook his head in amazement, ¡°Ruth, since we''re urm, right in the middle of a discussion about bombs and genealogies and entirely not private, will you go out with me?¡± ¡°Yes I will, Robert, that''s why we''re talking genealogies, remember? And we''ve just checked that we''re not close relatives. I''m very happy to start walking together with you, which is the Mer way of talking about it. For everyone''s future reference, the Mer way of things involves a fairly long period of walking together, and if everything works out well that''s followed by the decision to marry, calling a party and taking marriage vows probably within thirty-six hours.¡± ¡°I wonder if that become fashionable because of a previous Hathellah looking for a husband,¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°Maybe,¡± Ruth replied. ¡°I''m probably going to really embarrass my children,¡± Mrs Young said, ¡°but what does that do to contraception?¡± ¡°Mer life is a bit like Martian life, Mrs Young: traditionally dangerous, without a long long list of beauty spots people hope to visit together. That tends to mean that a couple don''t aim at having a few years of honeymoon before adding midnight interruptions, since that might mean childless widowhood.¡±
Young family complex, 2pm ¡°So, I don''t believe there''s anyone who''d start a life on Mars just to get cheap medical care,¡± Hathie said, ¡°I don''t believe there''s anyone who should come to Mars for that reason, but they''re asking me to promise to tell people I know who might benefit from it all about it. It''s immoral or at least unethical, surely? If they''re not fit and healthy, how are they going to contribute to Martian society?¡± ¡°What about people who''d be interested in coming to Mars, but need an operation, and think that means before they come? They might think they can''t afford to do both.¡± Ruth suggested. ¡°Anywhere? I mean.... are you really suggesting it''d be cheaper to pay for treatment here than get medical treatment elsewhere on the planet?¡± ¡°Maybe nowhere else with Martian standards of care, where they speak English, plus of course lower gravity which might help recovery," Robert suggested, ¡°You did say there are too many doctors here, due to the university expecting MarsCorp to massively increase immigration.¡± ¡°OK, so there are bored doctors... that doesn''t mean we need to fill Mars with sick people!¡± ¡°Ah, I get it,¡± Ruth said, ¡°you''re thinking the only people this might apply to have some sort of chronic problem?¡± ¡°Who else?¡± ¡°Well, getting personal, my cousin Boris. Back injury when he was a kid, paralysed from the waist down. From what I understand it''s perfectly fixable here, with a bit of this modern wizardry called regrowth therapy, but it isn''t possible on Atlantis. I can''t really imagine him tending any crops, but maybe I''m just misjudging him. It''s years since I''ve spoken to him much.¡± ¡°What''s he like?¡± ¡°Just your run of the mill mad scientist,¡± Ruth said, ¡°only without quite as much drive to take over the world.¡± ¡°And apparently he''s biased in favour of brunettes,¡± chipped in Robert. ¡°But Hathie, can I check that notice you were waving around earlier?¡± ¡°Sure,¡± Hathellah passed the letter that had got her so upset. ¡°This isn''t the right number,¡± he said, a few seconds later, ¡°and there''s no signature.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°No signature, so it''s not official policy, and I''ve had to get all sorts of stuff signed by the employment office and the vice chancellor''s office to get the remote site set up. The phone numbers all start zero one, not forty-two.¡± ¡°Forty-two?¡± Mrs Young asked, with a growing smile. ¡°What are you grinning about, Mum?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°Well, when I worked at the university, which was a while ago, I admit, the forty-two numbers were someone''s idea of an in-joke.¡± ¡°A joke?¡± ¡°Remember your classics, Hathie? What''s forty-two?¡± ¡°The ultimate answer to life the universe and everything, you mean? No, you mean this is from the experimental philosophy department?¡± ¡°That or artificial intelligence,¡± her mother replied. ¡°Ruth, do I have the authority to have someone throttled?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°No, sorry princess, you could threaten them with a forced marriage, but that might cause some political tension, I expect.¡± ¡°What you could do,¡± Robert said, ¡°is let the office know you''ve forwarded it to Ruth, for her cousin. Then we could see how deep the pocket of their research budget is, I mean, they do promise that people will get a twenty-five percent discount on their treatment costs.¡± ¡°Call their bluff you mean?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°Would your cousin be interested in coming to Mars?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Well, on one hand space exploration has been his dream since he was about six or seven. On the other hand, there''s a difference between dreaming of being a spaceman and the wonderful world of turning compost.¡± ¡°If he were here, would he be able to continue to continue his normal work?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°Boris? His official work or his normal work? According to his sister, his normal work is sitting around daydreaming or inventing useless things to do with forcefields. Officially he''s supposed to be working on something that''s probably secret from most people here.¡± ¡°You mean it''s not from me?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°Princess, I think I''d need confirmation from my queen before I reveal secrets to you. I expect there''s not much I can withhold from you, but it might depend on you first taking vows of some sort, you formally taking up your seat on the council, and other such things.¡± ¡°But you said I can reveal secrets?¡± ¡°Some, like the genealogy, are really only hiding the fact that Mer are, or about your family history. I''m sure that class of secret can be shared with family.¡± ¡°Oh, right, thank you.¡±
Mars Council offices, 3pm ¡°Your Excellency,¡± Mack greeted Ruth formally. ¡°What ever happened to ''Wotcha, Ruthie''?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Inappropriate, don''t you think?¡± ¡°You call Alice ''Alice'', please call me Ruth.¡± ¡°You''re going to insist?¡± ¡°Depends.¡± ¡°What on?¡± ¡°Whether you calling me your excellency wins my new boyfriend here a better hearing. He''s got a lovely idea to make me a swimming pool, and what''s even better is one of Atlantis''s best forcefield designers is involved too, so it''s actually workable.¡± ¡°We''ve got a swimming pool, Ruth. I''ve seen you swimming in it, remember?¡± ¡°That''s not a swimming pool, Mack, that''s an overgrown bath. I was thinking of Hellas to start with, but there''s too many claims down there, and it''s too far away, too.¡± ¡°Hold on, Ruth, I think you''ve left me several light years behind, can you start from the beginning?¡± ¡°Sorry Mack, my strong desire for the future of Martian terraforming is that eventually there be one or more seas on the planet, complete with algae, plankton, and fish. Where when I say eventually, that''s lik,e three or four years away, according to my optimistic timescale. This would hopefully have obvious benefits for atmospheric stability and give me somewhere I could go swimming. Robert here, who''s Simon''s apprentice, wrote a paper about using forcefields to accelerate and decelerate a life-support module between the two planets that ended up in the hands of a forcefield engineer on Atlantis. He replied, talking about some bits of it that won''t work, but suggested a few modifications that would turn the receiving end into a ground-based comet shredder, capable of handling, urm, what size of comets, Robert?¡± ¡°Fifteen kilometre diameter comets, and metallic or stony asteroids up to ten kilometres. Thus giving Mars a proper defence against any stray asteroids, as well as enormously enhancing the annual water delivery potential.¡± ¡°Now,¡± Ruth said, ¡°I''m also going to tell you that the Atlantis science academy are also looking at what our science could do to turn rock and regolith into oxygen, nitrogen and water for the same purpose, but if that solution works, and if the council decided to go that route, then what happens in the middle of the black box would be entirely top secret stuff. Robert''s scheme however, is an application of Martian know-how, and he''d be trying various small scale prototypes before going for the final design. Having said that, I''d personally be very keen to get the manufacturing of the final version done on Atlantis, for the sake of reliability and avoiding dangerous mistakes.¡± ¡°And you want permission to start this hare-brained scheme?¡± Mack asked. ¡°Permission to conduct small scale tests sir,¡± Robert said, ¡°but ultimately, if all goes well, permission to shred a comet fragment and then a comet.¡± ¡°And then if that goes well,¡± Ruth added, ¡°we''d like the council to suggest Mars Corp send bigger comets, or for what I feel is the inevitable space-going navy of Atlantis to handle the delivery of the big ones for turning craters into seas while Mars Corp keeps working on the atmospheric deliveries.¡± ¡°I see. And you''re doing this all out of the goodness of your heart?¡± ¡°I was taking you at your word, from one of our previous meetings, Mack. You did say that if we could magic up some deeps and shallows on Mars, then my queen was welcome to rule them. We''ll need to define what some means, but I wasn''t thinking of much of Mars, really. Just a few of the bigger craters. Earth''s coastline is crowded Mack. What I''m thinking is a combined treaty that gives Mars some Atlantis-style crystal domes, and massively helps terraforming, in exchange for some extra space for Mer to make their homes, swim under a different sky and play dolphin in a third of a gee. That sounds really fun. Also, and I''ve just thought of this, It occurs to me that if Atlantis developed a fleet of space-going subs, as was planned some centuries ago, then they''d be wanting to land in water too. Atlantis is in no hurry to be swamped by tourists and I''m sure Mars has no desire to trash its economy, but I think there would be real benefits to there being a direct service, as it were, say for the use of Martians and Mer only.¡± ¡°Ruthie, lass, you amaze me. Get your seal of office here and talk it over with your queen, if you''re just making that up on the spot. If you can deliver on any of these things then I think the council would be interested. As long as you don''t mind us sailing on your seas.¡± ¡°Sailing, no problem. Catching fish with a rod and line for consumption by the fisherman and his family within a few days, almost certainly no problem, That sort of subsistence fishing is one of my aims for the fish stocks, but we might have to limit how many can fish in a day. However, unless we flood half of Mars then I don''t think there''ll ever be enough fish to have commercial fishing.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 9:Evening conversations

Effects of Openness / Ch. 9:Evening conversations.

Embassy of Atlantis, Tuesol, 6th September, 6pm [Ruth, should I call back later?] Karella asked. [Please don''t, but rather include Robert, with whom I''m now walking, and his sister, who''s also here. I''ve been hoping you''d call. Are you sitting, my queen?] [Sitting? Why?] [You''re going to be very surprised at Robert''s sister''s name.] [I''m sitting.] [Robert''s sister is Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah, great-granddaughter of Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah, great-granddaughter of Hathellah the elder, whose granddaughter Hathellah the younger died in childbirth while her brother walked on land. Hathellah the elder wrote secretly to her grandson, not knowing if he''d get the letter, over the seal of the outer Mer, instructing him to do his duty, preserve the secrets of the deep but also preserve the line. I have seen the letter and the impression of the seal. Hathellah walks on Mars. She has no need of a crown, but she is my age, and recognises that for her daughter or grand-daughter''s sake she has a need for a husband of Mer blood.] [Dear God in heaven, no wonder you hoped I''d call.] [I was tempted to beg Alice to call you, but I knew she''d advise patience.] [Yes. It''s important but not urgent. Well! Greetings to you Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah, princess of the outer Mer. May all your decisions be wise. Your people will rejoice at news that you live, princess. Would you have me proclaim it or will you declare yourself when you take up your seat on the Council?] [I don''t know, your Majesty. I have no desire to leave my home here for two years or more.] [Ruth did you hear?] [No, Majesty.] [Can you all hold hands?] [Yes, Karella] Ruth said, adding aloud, ¡°Robert, you get to hold my hand and your sister''s at the same time, and my queen is listening in too. So no wicked thoughts.¡± [Ruth, stop that, you''re embarrassing your boyfriend.] Karella said. [Ha! Not as much as I embarrassed both of us when I got him to jump out of the mud this morning.] [Ruth, please!] Robert thought. [I plead guilty to grabbing him before anyone else did, your majesty. He wants to make me a swimming pool, sorry, a sea on Mars. Isn''t he nice?] [Ruth, calm down, please, or I''ll order you to pour a bucket of cold water over your head.] [Yes, your majesty.{giggle}] [Go on, Ruth, out with it!] Karella ordered. [{embarrasment} I''ll just break hands, my queen. I wondered if that would help Robert, since I''ve got a white blouse on.] [Ruth, you''re representing me now. Do try to be more mature than I was at your age.] [Yes, majesty. Sorry.] [Now, you keep your thoughts under control please. Robert''s doing much better than you are.] [I''m glad one of us is.] [You said you helped him jump out of the mud? How?] [The forcefield trick.] [And you caught him, with bare hands?] [Yes.] [That was rather a silly thing to do, Ruth. Too much intimacy.] [I know, maam, now. But he''d been hiding his thoughts as deep as he could. Because of me, and he hardly felt he was moving at all.] [I hope you''d at least checked on his family tree before that, young woman.] [{guilty} afterwards.] [Don''t you ever learn?] [Retrospectively.] [But I presume you''re OK?] [Closest link is on the land-folk side, ten generations back. Sue Ocean-rower''s brother. Hathellah keeps good records.] [So she should. Calmer now?] [Yes, your majesty. I hope.] [Hold hands then.] Karella instructed, [Right, Ruth, Please tell me about the factual, non-emotion-laden things that have stopped you opening negotiations with the Mars Council.] [It didn''t, your Majesty, but there are other ideas in my mind now, lots of other ideas. Robert is researching forcefields, and wrote a paper on how they might enable a shuttle between planets. Boris got hold of a copy, and spotted some problems with it. Yesterday he replied via my cousin James with a carefully misleading questionnaire on the state of landfolk forcefield technology. Since Robert''s ideas were along the line of a concept sketch Boris had done, and there was no new technology in it, James passed that sketch as well as the reply from Boris to Robert''s idea. This morning James brought me Robert.] [What''s the concept, Robert?] [Turn comets into water, up to fifteen kilometre''s diameter.] [Carry on.] [It''s a simpler, more workable design than what I was thinking of for my launch and recovery system. The thought of it stopping a fifteen kilometre diameter comet is scary, but I aim to start slowly, and prove it all works. I don''t actually think there are many comets that size, the very biggest are twenty kilometres. But with the ability to strip comets direct to a lake or sea on Mars, then the rate of water delivery to Mars could increase massively.] [Right. So, you all see its positive points?] Karella asked. [Yes, your majesty.] Robert agreed. [And somehow you met Hathellah, Ruth, via Robert?] [I wanted to check on his family tree.] [Very sensible. OK. And then you had more ideas?] [Yes, one is that if there was a sea on Mars, then finally there''d be a motive for space-going submarines, and we could use the batteries properly. Next idea, there are many similarities between home and here. A small population, we live risky lives, we have space in some ways, but not enough in others. It is clear to me that we could help Mars. And Mars has something we do not have. Doctors.] [Doctors? Yes, that''s an idea that I''ve heard from your friend Harry also.] [I''m not surprised. Here my cousin Boris''s back could be healed. Here they have so many doctors that the psychology department are using it to upset people.] [Boris''s back could be healed?] [Yes, your majesty. Through careful medication they can regrow severed limbs, or connect artificial legs. Reconnecting a severed spine is equally possible. I expect it will not be painless, but it is possible.] [I didn''t realise. What did you mean about upsetting people?] [They sent me a message saying all admissions staff at the university will have to agree to recommend people come to Mars for treatment, so that the doctors would not be under-used.] [That would be a problem?] [It is a poor thing to do, to suggest that people leave their homes, families, friends and take up a whole new life, just to save money, is it not?] Hathellah asked. [Yes, of course.] Karella said [But if it was for the safety of our people...] [Or love,] Ruth added. [Then we''d think it was almost normal. Do you not wish to do that to someone, after all, Hathellah?] [No, your majesty. I wish to meet someone who''d like to live on Mars, who would not miss swimming in the seas of Earth, who''d be a fit father for my children. Who I''d like, who''d like me.] [Just like?] Karella asked gently. [I recommend instead someone who''d change their plans because of you, and who you''d change your plans for, and when you plan together you find you both actually want the same thing, which is to be together wherever that might be.] [And will you send me hundreds to choose from, then your majesty?] [You have free choice, Hathellah, as do most people these days. You do not live in a world where the man who loves you would be forced to marry someone else by politics. That is why you have that right, not so you can force yourself on an unwilling husband. What sort of marriage would that be?] [{Understanding} I hadn''t thought of it that way, your majesty, thank you.] [But there is a little problem, princess, if you don''t want to come to Earth.] [There is?] [Yes. Your seat on the high council is only yours when you come to sit on it, and vow to uphold the unity of the Mer.] Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. [Ah. Ruth wondered if there might be some law like that. So at the moment, I have the power to disunite, but not to build.] [Building was always harder, princess. That is true. But I think you will have to read the laws. To disunite you must also be at the seat of the council. Away from here, really, you are simply yourself. You have no formal responsibilities, no requirements, no special duties. This is what Hathellah gained by laying down her crown, the lucky thing.] [So you can simply carry on being Hathie as long as you like, Hathie.] Robert thought. [If Hathie is who you want to be, yes,] Karella confirmed. [But you do have your title, so feel free to use it, for example to cause fear and trembling among philosophers.] [Ruth warned me, earlier today, not to threaten what I would not deliver.] [Ah, and you wish to threaten them with Boris?] [James told me Boris did say he''d like to try the manned version of his cargo forcefield-ship.] Ruth said. [Your cousin is crazy, Ruth.] Karella said, a moment later, [But I have called him. When he arrives, I''ll allow you to ask him if he''s willing to be part of your threat, princess.] [Please, your majesty, do not tell him my full name. Let me be simply Hathie, the sister of Ruth''s new boyfriend.] [You understand the power of names and titles to change minds, Hathie. Well done.]
Embassy of Atlantis, 7pm [Hathie, and Ruth,] Karella called [I have Boris here.] [How''s my favourite mad scientist?] Ruth asked. [Hey! I resemble that comment. What have you sent Lara, Ruth?] [Me? Not my doing at all. A friend calls him ''Mr Boring'', though.] [I''d call him Mr Happy right now, and Lara''s trying to avoid idol worship. Anyway, why are we taking up my beloved Monarch''s valuable time in idle chit-chat?] [Because we''re making social contact before we get down to important business. It''s traditional. Other social contact related news is that you''ve found me a boyfriend, thanks for sending him to me. Hathie here''s his sister.] [Oooh, I''d better be on my best behaviour, then hadn''t I.] [Depends,] Hathie said, [What I want to know is if I can threaten the experimental philosophy department with you.] [I''ll come and zap them at your command milady. How have they insulted you?] [Is he always like this, Ruth?] [Mentally? I expect so. He''s really reserved face to face though.] [Your majesty, did they hear me thinking I''d zap someone?] [Of course they did Boris] Karella replied. [Oops. I''d better not ask if Hathie''s a brunette then.] Boris thought. [Yes I am, Boris, and you need more practice thinking to people.] [{embarrasment}] [Anyway, Boris, it goes like this.] Hathie thought [Probably as some kind of ethics experiment, this morning, when I got to the university where I work, I had a letter that pretended to come from the office of the head of the university saying that they''d got a new policy. It explained that in view of the excess numbers of doctors they''d been training, there were now so many extra doctors that they really really needed some more patients, and it was up to the university admissions staff, i.e. me and my colleagues, to help with this problem. So we needed to agree to encourage anyone who needed an operation that could be done here, to come to Mars, offering discounted treatment and hospital fees. I really felt I was going to lose my job, I mean, it seemed really unethical to persuade people to take up the Martian life just for an operation, then my brother pointed out that the contact number was wrong, and my mother pointed the finger at the experimental philosophy department. But then we got thinking, and thought yes, they probably thought it was a great experiment to see how many people were willing to sign up to something like that and how many exploded in moral outrage, but they did promise the discount. What if we call their bluff and see how much the people in charge of their budget squeal. Ruth had only just pointed out to me that Mer don''t make threats they can''t follow through with, so... would you like to be part of my petty revenge? If they actually do follow through, it''d be pretty painful I expect, and I guess you''d be stuck living the farmer''s life for at least two years, once you were on your feet.] [{confusion}] [Boris, what you probably don''t realise is your back is probably operable here.] Ruth added, [I don''t know but... probably. Talk to Harry for another non-expert opinion.] [If they manage to wiggle out... how much?] [I don''t know.] Ruth thought, [I''m pretty sure one of your diamonds would cover it.] [Harry is talking about getting a hospital opened here, too, Boris.] Karella interjected [You don''t need to go to Mars.] [But I''ve wanted to go to Mars all my life, Queenie. Sorry, your Majesty.] [{humour}You think of me as Queenie?] Karella asked. [{embarrasment} Sorry.] [Boris, you''re a brave and funny man.] Hathie thought [But you don''t mind?] [I entirely mind that you think I''d mind. Why would I mind fulfilling my dreams?] [Urm, because I hear that life on Mars is weird compared to Earth,] Hathie thought. [No water, no fish, no submarines.] Ruth expanded. [Ruthie babe, I''ve never ever been offered the potion, think about that for a moment. I''m a freak.] [{shock}] [I didn''t know, Boris.] Karella thought to him [I expect most people assume you grew up drinking it. It''s never policy to keep it from any mer and you are mer. I''ll happily make some for you myself, any time you want vomit for a while.] [Thank you, your majesty, that''s possibly the second nicest thing anyones ever said to me.] [You can call me queenie.] [Really?] Boris was shocked. [Keeps me in my place. I tried to refuse this job, remember.] [Would you lay it down now?] Boris asked. [Find me someone else who could do it and I would in a flash.] [Well said, Queenie. Maybe I''ll let you make me some vomit juice then. Just let me launch Ruth''s birthday present on time.] [Would it be a problem if I asked that something else to go on it?] Karella asked. [Do you remember studying much physics, your majesty?] [Urm, that''s not the same as ''ooh what strong muscles Christoph has'', is it? I remember that.] [No, Queenie.] [Do I take it the answer is ''leave that cargo the way it was yesterday so I can launch the thing?''] [Yes, Queenie.] [Then assuming you really want to go to Mars, you''ll get special cargo to take, OK?] [How much?] Boris asked. [At least one live squid? Please?] Ruth asked. [Good idea Ruth.] Karella thought [And a few extra kilos of official treasures.] [Official treasures?] Boris asked, confused. [Things that would have been on the list last week if I''d known what I know now, that sort of thing.] Karella said, dismissively. [Oh. OK.] [Don''t forget to bring a radio, too.] Ruth added, [You''ll need to talk to flight control.] [Yeah, I suppose I will.] [You''re really thinking of coming in an untested experiment?] Hathellah asked. [Of course, what sort of mad sorry bold scientist, do you take me for?] [A brave one. Won''t you get bored on the journey?] [It''s not that long, girly. You don''t think I''m going to be taking weeks to get there, do you?] [Boris, just don''t get too close to lightspeed, OK?] Ruth thought [No one here wants to get bombarded with any extra gamma rays as you slow down.] [Don''t worry Ruthie, I won''t try pushing it that hard on a trial run.] [You are joking, I hope,] Hathellah thought. [It''s a waste of fuel trying.] Boris thought dismissively. [Boris, when you called it my birthday present, you did mean you''d be launching it on my birthday, didn''t you?] Ruth thought. [No. It ought to reach you then, that''s my plan anyway.] [That''s next week.] [I know.] [Please send me a flight plan, complete with rates of acceleration, deceleration, turn rates, total delta V and information on how to contact it to warn of planned shipping. Tomorrow.] [Oh. They''ll want to contact it?] [You were planning it to be fully autonomous with no means of external control?] Ruth asked, in growing concern. [Yes.] [Did you read anything I sent you?] She asked. [What, all that rubbish about the International Space Travel Authority? I thought that was just for entertainment.] [No, Boris, that''s the rules you''re supposed to obey.] [Technically we''ve not signed up yet.] Karella said. [Is there any experimental drone-ship category?] [Yes. You''re supposed to fly along side it, ready to hit the shut-down button, and able to out-accelerate it. Plus for that flight it''s supposed to have no cargo on board.] [I told you it was a joke.] Boris thought [How can I possibly out-accelerate a twenty kilo spacecraft which is capable of carrying a tonne? Please don''t sign up to those rules, Queenie, they''re out of date.] [I suppose you could class it as a military vessel.] Ruth thought, [But then there''s a whole heap of different rules.] [Such as?] [Not sure. One was no fissile material.] [What do they think about antimatter drives?] Boris asked. [Let''s not ask,] Karella decided. [All our ships are military,] Boris pointed out, [as all rely on military secrets. And that has been the law of the deep for hundreds of years.] [Yes.] Karella agreed, [A thousand years, actually. So, it is necessarily a military vessel. Please inform whoever needs to know this, Ruth, and request permission for it to land on Mars.] [Any landing requirements, Boris?] Ruth asked. [Just name the site. It''ll be parachuting in at the end, oh and tell me the frequency for the locator signal.] [I''ll let the Council do that. What about your ship? Want a runway?] [No. I''m just redesigning it with anti-gravity, like I''ve got on my chair.] [{disbelief} Very funny, Boris.] Hathellah thought. [She doesn''t believe me, Ruth.] [I thought anti-gravity had been theoretically disproved,] Ruth replied. [Yeah, well, the guy who wrote the textbook was wrong.] [Boris, how long have you known this?] Karella asked. [I found out there was a mistake in the equations that everyone thought disproved it five years ago, Queenie. I''ve had working proof since I got it working for my chair.] [And why haven''t you been feted by the council for your discovery?] [No one bothered asking, I guess. They must have assumed I was doing it all by range finders and pushing on the ground. I''m just that weird freak who breaks all the rules, no one asks me things.] [Boris, I ask, no, I beg you. Please allow me to name you Boris Gravitymaster.] [I''m honoured, my queen.] [And please tell someone, lots of people, how you do it.] Karella added. [Boris,] Hathellah asked, [will you be my boyfriend please?] [Not funny.] [I''m serious.] [You don''t know me.] [Sounds like hardly anyone does. I want first dibs before you''re mobbed by a hoard of brunettes after fame and glory.] [I''m a freak, remember?] [No. I remember you saying you''re a freak, but no one''s convinced me it''s true. I heard your back got broken, that doesn''t sound like freak to me, that sounds sad.] [What about my feet, Eh?] [What about them?] [No webs.] [Mine neither. Probably because the last pure-blooded mer in my family tree was Sathzakara''s big sister, Lara Chainbringer] [Hey, we''re relatives!] [That far back doesn''t matter.] Karella said, [Boris are you saying you''ve got outer Mer blood?] [Freaky feet they called me, even before my accident. Only me of course. All my sisters have normal webs.] [Some five year olds are stupid, and know no genetics at all,] Hathellah said, dismissively. [I''m all in favour of having an outer-Mer boyfriend, Boris. Blame it on my grandmother and her grandmother and her great-grandmother and her grandmother and so on.] [What have they got to do with it?] [Passed my name down to me, Hathellah.] [{shock}] [The rightful princess of your bloodline wants to get to know you, Boris.] Karella said, [And you''re not a close cousin, I just checked. I''d say yes if I were you.] [You''re really brunette?] Boris asked. [I''m no blond.] [She''s got long, very dark brown hair, Boris, and a pretty face.] Ruth supplied. [But I''m thinking of cutting it shorter,] Hathellah said. [Please don''t cut your hair.] Boris said. [Does that mean yes?] [Yes.] [Good. Now, I do not like the racial prejudice I hear against my people, Karella. If my people are not ruled without prejudice, then I must take up my crown and split the Mer. Please proclaim this in my name, and stamp it out.] [I will proclaim it, Hathellah, and I have already rebuked those who let such tormenting words pass without disciplining ignorant children, and I will do so again.]
Embassy of Atlantis, Mars, 7.30pm ¡°Hathellah?¡± Ruth asked, ¡°Whatever happened to picking from hundreds?¡± ¡°Your cousin sounds like a very very clever man, Ruth. And he''s funny.¡± ¡°And socially awkward,¡± Ruth added. ¡°And not afraid of risks.¡± Hathellah repllied. ¡°There is that.¡± Ruth agreed. ¡°Is he deformed, ugly?¡± ¡°No, except of course his leg muscles are pretty much non-existent.¡± ¡°How did he injure his back?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°I''m not sure. He wouldn''t ever tell me. My guess is he was climbing. I remember him always climbing things, trying to get higher.¡± ¡°I just hope he doesn''t rush things, trying to get here too soon.¡± ¡°You''d better get home and tell your parents you''ve got a boyfriend.¡± ¡°A boyfriend with a personal anti-gravity spaceship,¡± Hathellah said, ¡°How''s that for bragging rights?¡± ¡°He hasn''t got it yet Hathellah.¡± ¡°No, but he''s going to by time he gets here.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Is Atlantis even connected to the interplanetary network yet? I want to write to him.¡± ¡°Atlantis itself is, but I don''t know if he''s got a wrist unit. Hold on...¡± Ruth looked up a number on her contacts list, and forwarded it to Hathellah''s ¡°I''ve just sent you Harry''s number. Harry is entirely convinced he''s going to marry Boris'' sister.¡± ¡°Hold on, Harry York?¡± ¡°Yes, you know him?¡± ¡°Used to come to our fellowship. Very... solid man.¡± ¡°Hey, I''ve just thought, if Boris really gets his little run-about spaceship, and it all works properly, then it''s really possible that you can visit Atlantis, isn''t it?¡± ¡°Yes. And you can show Robert the sights.¡± ¡°Making lots of assumptions about things working out.¡± ¡°Yes. For all of us.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 10:Landing preparations

Effects of Openness / Ch. 10:Landing preparations

Mars University admissions department, Tuesol 6th Sepember, 9AM ¡°Hello, I''m calling about the cheap hospitalisation thing,¡± Hathellah said, ¡°and the person I''ve passed it on to would like some more details.¡± ¡°You''ve passed on the offer?¡± the young man at the other end of the line sounded amused. ¡°Yes, I told the Atlantis ambassador about it yesterday lunchtime and her cousin would like to come for treatment. He''s got Queen Karella''s full approval to come, too. But, he''s just wondering if it would be better to convert his diamonds to Earthling cash, or if it would be better done here?¡± ¡°To the ambassador of Atlantis?¡± he didn''t sound quite so amused any more. ¡°And through her to her cousin, yes. Sorry, is it a bad connection?¡± ¡°Urm, sorry, I don''t think my brain is thinking very clearly this morning. You''ve passed on the offer of discounted medical treatment to someone in Atlantis?¡± She could practically hear him waving across the office for help. ¡°Yes, twenty-five percent discount, yes? Boris is paralysed from the waist down at the moment, an accident as a child. That''s something the doctors ought to be able to fix, isn''t it?¡± ¡°Sorry, urm, can I take down your name?¡± ¡°Yes, it''s Hathellah Young, Let me spell that for you, H-A, that''s the Mer definite article by the way, T-H-E-L-L-A-H, which was the title of the queen of one of the tribes of the Mer, back before they became a single people.¡± ¡°You''re Mer, then?¡± he asked. ¡°Not full-blooded by a long shot, but yes.¡± ¡°And you really told the Mer ambassador about the offer?¡± ¡°Yes, I really didn''t think much of way it''s being made compulsory, but, like I said, her cousin''s got a spinal injury, and it can''t be treated on Atlantis - they''re quite a long way behind us medically.¡± ¡°Can I call you back?¡± ¡°Of course. I didn''t think it was that difficult a question.¡± ¡°Sorry, I think the notice did say it was an intended policy, not yet implemented.¡± ¡°Of course, but I assume you''re not going to tell me you didn''t have the discount agreed with the hospital before you went public with it, that would be a really jit thing to do.¡± ¡°Actually urm.. let me call you back. Or maybe my supervisor.¡±
Mars Council offices. Tuesol, 6th September, 9.15A.M ¡°Hi, Eloise,¡± Ruth said, ¡°I heard from my government last night about the delivery date for my seal of office etc.¡± ¡°O.K. Why do you need to tell me?¡± ¡°Because firstly the International Space Travel Authority rules would be a complete joke if they were applied to a forcefield drone, and secondly because since the Norman Conquest of Britain, or maybe before, all Mer vessels have been classed as military secrets. Therefore, the drone that delivers my stuff won''t be obeying most of the ISTA rules, and will be handling it''s own landing. Please can the council designate a landing site for it. No need for a runway as it''ll be touching down with parachutes. I expect forcefield ones.¡± ¡°Oh what fun. ISTA are going to scream.¡± ¡°Sorry, we''ve not signed up yet, and before we do they''re going to need to re-write the entire rulebook to include things like ''except where the hull of the vessel is a forcefield'' and ''where the unladen weight of the vessel is negligible, the flight-worthiness demonstration does not need to be carried out unladen.''¡± ¡°If they include that, then MarsCorp are going to scream about the Jupiter fiasco.¡± ¡°Yes, but imagine if the unladen weight of the Jupiter was only a hundredth of the cargo capacity.¡± ¡°Hmm. Thrust to mass ratios get interesting, don''t they?¡± OK, right...¡± Eloise looked up what information she could, ¡°Hmm... the best I can see here is landing permission for a scientific probe. Would that do?¡± ¡°Fine by be.¡± ¡°O.K. Please answer the following questions which probably don''t apply. What principle is being tested? How about ''does this work?''¡± ¡°Sounds good. Or how about ''Is Boris totally mad?''¡± ¡°Boris?¡± ¡°My mad-scientist cousin, chief designer of the package. More about him soon.¡± ¡°I think I''ll stick to ''does this work''. Next question, any dangerous chemical propellants?¡± ¡°Dangerous chemicals? No.¡± ¡°Are any radioactive elements involved in the scientific payload?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Are any explosive elements included in the design, e.g. explosive bolts.¡± ¡°Would a self-destruct system count?¡± ¡°Probably. What powers it?¡± ¡°The self destruct? Unconstrained fusion.¡± ¡°Ohhh Kaay. Mass of the probe, complete with scientific payload?¡± ¡°About a tonne.¡± ¡°I''ve got a maximum weight category here of a hundred kilos. Wait a moment while I modify the form... Right, next question, does it have attitude control?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Cross-range capabilities?¡± ¡°What does that mean?¡± ¡°Basically is it all depending on where and when it hits the atmosphere, or can it maneuver?¡± ¡°Oh, I understand it''ll be sprouting wings at some point.¡± ¡°Estimated landing circle?¡± ¡°Oh, I''ve got that somewhere... a hundred meters in wind up to fifty kilometres an hour.¡± ¡°On a parachute?¡± ¡°I think it''s just for the last couple of hundred meters.¡± ¡°OK. Heat shield?¡± ¡°Forcefield.¡± ¡°Why am I not surprised. Now... how long can it stay in orbit in case of traffic in the area?¡± ¡°I don''t think it''s going to orbit at all.¡± ¡°Eeek. Can you check?¡± ¡°Yes. It''s going to circle for a bit which ought to give people time to move away.¡± ¡°Oh, right. Ground control capabilities?¡± ¡°None at present.¡± ¡°Telemetry?¡± ¡°Locator signal once landed. Please specify frequency, etc.¡± ¡°Urm, any chance of it emitting something while it''s circling?¡± ¡°From what I understand, getting radio through the forcefield is tricky. Would something like a flashing light work?¡± ¡°Sounds much better than nothing.¡± ¡°OK, I expect Boris can do something like that.¡± ¡°Some kind of irregular but repeated signal would be best, so no one mistakes it for anything else.¡± ¡°Like Morse code?¡± ¡°If possible, great.¡± ¡°OK. I''ll get Boris on it.¡± ¡°Now... estimated launch date?¡± ¡°Next day or three, apparently.¡± ¡°Really? OK. Landing in what, three or four months?¡± ¡°Boris wants it to get here for my birthday, Frisol week.¡± ¡°OK, Boris is mad. What''s powering the thing?¡± ¡°Military secret forcefield contained reactor.¡± ¡°But not fission, I presume.¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Reaction mass as function of payload?¡± ¡°Not much. Exact numbers military secret.¡± ¡°External navigation control?¡± ¡°Fully automatic, including collision avoidance radar and lidar.¡± ¡°Now it gets silly... Source of equipment?¡± ¡°Atlantis.¡± ¡°Source of any rocket motors, Atlantis, I guess?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Proven reliability of this configuration?¡± ¡°Proven as in mathematically, or proven as in we''ve done it before?¡± ¡°The latter.¡± ¡°First try.¡± ¡°This is funny, you might like this. According to this computer, from the weight and parachute numbers, you are recommended to land between five and ten kilometres from a technical support dome, whatever that is, but from the lack of orbits and so on you must aim at an entirely unoccupied spot on Mars, where unoccupied means no dome within two hundred kilometres, and, the bit I really love, you needed to give traffic in the landing area notice three weeks ago.¡± ¡°Where does that leave us?¡± ¡°Looking at the map for a bit of Mars with no domes on it, so you can land five to ten kilometres from them.¡± ¡°Oh, right. Want me to ask you the next question.¡± Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. ¡°What''s that?¡± ¡°Boris wants to follow up on a manned version. Only that one is going to have an anti-gravity device fitted.¡± ¡°I thought that was science fiction.¡± ¡°It is, the textbook at school proved it was totally impossible. Boris spotted a mistake in the calculations apparently.¡± ¡°How old is Boris?¡± ¡°My age.¡± ¡°Drat, he sounds like my kind of guy.¡± ¡°Sorry, Hathellah Young got there first.¡± ¡°Oh well. So, you''re talking about landing permission for a piloted military vessel?¡± ¡°Yes. Or you can call it diplomatic if you prefer, that sounds less scary. It''s not going to be armed.¡± ¡°Diplomatic would mean it''s carrying a diplomat or stuff for a diplomat or head of state.¡± ¡°Yes. How about the royal seal of the princess of the Outer Mer.¡± ¡°Who''s that?¡± ¡°Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah, great-granddaughter of Hathellah, etcetera for over three thousand years. Hathellah is a title, really, and means ''the princess''. We all thought the line had died out a couple of centuries ago, but no, she''s here.¡± ¡°So she''s the one who''s claimed Boris?¡± ¡°Yes. Oh, expect to hear some screams from the University''s experimental philosophy department about Boris and Hathellah any time soon.¡± ¡°Any chance you can tell me more?¡± ¡°I''ll tell you that Boris is paralysed from the waist down, after a back-injury when young.¡± ¡°Hold on... their ethics test thing hit Hathellah? I told them it needed redrafting.¡± ¡°She has chosen to ignore certain guesses she''s heard about which department of the university the offer of a twenty five percent discount on medical fees came from. I checked, but you don''t need to tell them that.¡± ¡°And Boris is coming?¡± ¡°He''s always wanted to come to Mars. Please do feel free to tell them that you''ve had a landing request for his experimental spaceship.¡± ¡°OK, and you expect him to land next week sometime too?¡± ¡°I hope he''s going to practice flying the thing before just strapping himself in, so I expect it''ll be more like a fortnight after that.¡±
Atlantis, Thursday, 6th September [Sally, I am Queen Karella, why are you crying?] [He said I''m a freak.] Sally said. [You''re not a freak, you''re Outer Mer. He is trying to divide the mer, which must not happen.] [Divide the Mer?] [Have you learned why oaths must be kept? The big battle where the bad king got eaten by sharks?] [Yes. He was nasty.] [The Outer Mer all had toes like yours, and their queen was called Hathellah. Have you heard of Hathellah? And all the other Hathellahs?] [She was a princess.] [Yes. I was talking to Hathellah yesterday, she doesn''t want to split the Mer into Inner Mer and Outer Mer again, but she will if people call Outer Mer nasty names.] [They said Hathellah died.] [Lots of Hathellahs have died, Sally. That doesn''t mean there isn''t one now. She lives a long long way away, on Mars, at the moment.] [If he wants to split the Mer, does that make him a shark?] [Warn him what he''s doing before calling him a shark. But if he keeps doing it when he understands, then yes, he is a shark.] [Do I kill him then?] Sally, aged six, asked. [No, Sally, not all sharks need killing. Leave that decision to grown-ups. Tell your parents and your teachers that Queen Karella Farspeaker told you Hathellah lives, and if prejudice is allowed she will have to take up her crown and divide the Mer. And if your teacher will not listen to you, then you come and tell me, OK?] [I''m not a freak?] [You''re Outer Mer, Sally, just like Boris Gravitymaster, who''s done lots of very very clever things. People called him a freak too, but they were wrong.] [I don''t know about Boris Gravitymaster.] [Don''t worry, your teacher probably doesn''t either, I expect. But when you do learn songs about him, which you will, then remember, he''s Outer Mer too. Now, you tell that bully to stop being a shark.] [Yes, your Majesty.] Karella listened to Sally''s thoughts a little longer, to see if she needed to intervene again. She heard the teacher asking what she''d said to make the boy cry, and Sally''s brave response, telling the teacher for the first time why she cried so often, and what Karella had told her. And she heard the teacher''s stern rebuke of the boy, and anyone else in the class who thought it was funny that Outer Mer didn''t have webbed feet.
Mars University admissions department, 10am ¡°Hello, Hathellah Young?¡± A different, older voice said. ¡°Yes? Who''s speaking?¡± ¡°I''m William Edge, from the linguistics department, I''ve just overheard some colleagues saying you have rather an unusual name, and since that''s my field, I wonder if you could tell me what you know about it.¡± ¡°Oh! Yes, OK.¡± ¡°It''s Mer in origin, is that right?¡± ¡°Yes. Thell is an ancient Mer word for prince, king, or ruler, and I''m not quite sure when it happened but it got a bit of Semitic thrown in; the definite article at the beginning and feminine suffix at the end.¡± ¡°But Mer isn''t a Semitic language?¡± ¡°Not that I''ve heard. I''m afraid I don''t speak it.¡± ¡°Your name''s been passed down from generation to generation?¡± ¡°Oh yes, it''s been passed down from grandmother to granddaughter for generations. I''m Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah, great-granddaughter of Hathellah, and so on.¡± ¡°It''s a common Mer name then?¡± ¡°What? No not at all.¡± ¡°It''s obviously derived from a title, do you know the history?¡± ¡°Yes. Before the Mer made treaties with the Pharaohs or anyone else for that matter, there were two tribes who had a lot of battles. One tribe had historically lived on the Atlantic coast of Africa, probably the North of Gibraltar too. They were called the Outer Mer, and the others, the Inner Mer had lived in the Mediterranean. There are physiological differences you understand, so we can still tell. The outer Mer were fed up with being smashed to pieces by Atlantic storms and moved into the Med. The inner Mer didn''t like that, but eventually after both armies were pretty much destroyed, vows were taken to not fight one another any more, and they laid the foundation of Mer law. That conflict led to a lot of changes in the culture, including the women becoming the warriors and guards, and the men saying they''d only fight if there was a risk to their families. A lot of generations later, the queen of the Outer Mer decided that it was a complete waste of her time signing into force the same laws that the Inner Mer were enacting ¡ª they''d decided to basically rule by committee anyway. So Hathellah, as her title was then, took off her crown and said ''I don''t need to wear this any more, I''ve got kids to feed,'' but she was smart enough to lay down some conditions for her semi-abdication. She still had a role on the council, and any time she or her successor wanted she could pick up her crown again and split the people once more.¡± ¡°That''s fascinating. So do you know exactly when the name dates from?¡± ¡°Well, I guess it must have been when the Mer lived on the Cannanite coast, but that could be any time from Abraham to David. As far as I know her abdication was around the time of David. There are more accurate records in Atlantis, I expect.¡± ¡°Wow. That''s a lot of history in a name! Do you know of any others who have your name?¡± ¡°Of course not. You don''t get two Dukes of York, do you?¡± ¡°You... your name is still a hereditary title?¡± ¡°Yes. I''m the princess of the Outer Mer, with all customary rights and powers, etc.¡± ¡°Thank you for your time, your highness.¡± ¡°My pleasure.¡±
Findhorn-Bunting complex. 11.30 am Simon ended the call and made another one. ¡°Hi Alice, love, very strange question for you from some colleagues.¡± ¡°Oh yes?¡± ¡°Do you know much about the inner workings of Mer politics or psychology?¡± ¡°Other than don''t break an oath, you mean?¡± ¡°Probably.¡± ¡°What''s this about?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Department of experimental philosophy have quite possibly got themselves into deep deep trouble.¡± ¡°With Mer?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Sounds fun. What have they done?¡± ¡°What was supposed to be an ethical dilemma test seems to have backfired.¡± ¡°Go on, what have they done now, offered some Mer a decent swimming pool and found out that means something at least half the size of Hellas?¡± ¡°No, it looks like Robert''s got that side of things on track. It''s to do with his sister. She ended up being picked to get what looked like an official letter telling her she''d be fired unless she signed up to something questionable. Her supervisor was primed, but it seems she didn''t go to her, but took what was supposed to just be background story seriously enough to involve Ruth''s cousin and even Karella, and it also seems that she''s some kind of royal figure herself.¡± ¡°Princess of the Outer Mer, yes, James and Margaret were all in a bit of a tizzy about it yesterday.¡± ¡°So it''s real?¡± ¡°She''s got some unusual powers, like the right to choose anyone she likes as a husband, as long as he''s not actually married already. Think dynastic marriage with the girl having full and absolute power of decision, all sworn to by irrevocable treaty millennia ago and tested by case law too.¡± ¡°OK, so one confirming tick on something they hoped was fantasy. Do you think any of it might be a wind-up?¡± ¡°In what sense?¡± ¡°Might it be that she hasn''t been in contact with Boris the force-field wizard about him getting a long-standing spinal injury fixed at twenty-five percent discount?¡± ¡°That''s what they offered? Why?¡± ¡°The whole blurb said that there was a new policy coming into effect saying that admission staff had to agree to advertise discounted Martian medical services to people who might need operations, and they wanted to know if people would be willing to sign such a dodgy thing because of their jobs or who they''d complain to ¡ª their supervisor, the head of the university, and so on.¡± ¡°Stupid of them to specify the discount then, wasn''t it? They forgot an important rule of research, didn''t they? Don''t make promises to trick people. Given what I''ve heard about the state of medicine there, they ought to be glad that a tenth of Atlantis isn''t going to sign up.¡± ¡°So you think she''s really contacted him?¡± ¡°Mer do joke, Simon, but as far as I''ve seen they''re very careful not to make idle threats.¡± ¡°I''ll pass that on then.¡± ¡°Do.¡±
Mars Council Offices, 12.30pm ¡°Hello, Eloise Maugh speaking?¡± Eloise said into the phone. ¡°Hello Ms Maugh, I''m ringing from the experimental philosophy department, we were wondering if you can help.¡± ¡°Your experiment''s gone wrong?¡± ¡°Err, yes.¡± ¡°How?¡± ¡°Someone''s invited someone to Mars on the basis of it.¡± ¡°Well, you''d better start issuing apologies then, hadn''t you?¡± ¡°It turns out one of our subjects is either part Mer or a very convincing actress. Does the name Hathellah mean anything to you?¡± ¡°Yes, but it''s a title more than a name, apparently. It got mentioned in connection with a new Mer spaceship due to take off from Earth in a couple of weeks. Her royal seal will be on board, apparently.¡± ¡°A second cargo pod?¡± ¡°No, this one is going to be a piloted version, apparently, by a cousin of the Mer ambassador.¡± ¡°Named Boris?¡± ¡°Boris Fieldshaper Gravitymaster, yes. Oh, her excellency said he was thinking of talking to medics, is there some connection?¡± ¡°So we fear. How do you apologise to Mer, Maam?¡± ¡°I don''t know. Honestly, politely and given how fast they can make decisions, I''d say very very quickly, before he extends his ship and tells all his friends what you''ve offered.¡± ¡°Extends his ship, Maam?¡± ¡°Based on what I''ve learned this morning, I''d say that it''s well within his capabilities as their preeminent forcefield designer to make his forcefield-hulled ship a bit bigger, say to hold two dozen instead of six at the moment.¡± ¡°Six?¡± ¡°Current crew capacity is six people, so I''m told.¡±
Mars University admissions department. 2pm ¡°Your highness, on behalf of my colleagues, I admit we have made a series of mistakes, and we apologise.¡± Hathellah looked at the worried man who she''d heard muttering to her supervisor outside her not-very-soundproof office door. ¡°Oh?¡± she said, ¡°This sounds interesting.¡± The man winced, ¡°The letter you received in the post yesterday was a fake, produced by the experimental and practical philosophy department as part of an ethics research project. It was intended to cause an ethical dilemma and we wished to link peoples responses to their philosophical or religious outlook. We didn''t intend anyone to... take the entire subject as seriously as you have.¡± ¡°You wanted to cause an ethical dilemma but not one that people would take seriously?¡± Hathellah asked, archly. ¡°We primed what we felt like were all the likely contact points: the council''s employment tribunal, supervisors, the help desk person you called this morning... Each one was asked to inform you of the nature of the experiment and ask you to fill in a supplementary questionnaire...¡± ¡°Your help desk person initially thought it was funny that I''d contacted someone, they then became worried when I told them enough that they realised they might be in trouble. At no time did they seek to do inform me of the nature of your experiment.¡± ¡°Ah, no, they became flustered at the thought it had gone so badly off track.¡± ¡°You then sought help from a number of people?¡± ¡°Yes, Maam.¡± ¡°Intending, I presume, to find out if I was in any way meeting your deceit with deceit of my own.¡± ¡°Yes, Maam.¡± ¡°But you only decided to apologise when you found no deceit, am I right?¡± ¡°Sorry, maam.¡± ¡°Nor have I heard anything from you except that you are concerned with your own interests. You have not even asked me what my reaction was to the letter, instead you hope to avoid an extremely embarrassing situation for your department.¡± ¡°Sorry, your highness. What was your reaction?¡± ¡°I thought I and my like-minded colleagues in admissions had lost our jobs through constructive dismissal, I found the attitude in the letter entirely offensive and in no way was I going to be able to sign up to such a statement. I scrapped my lunchtime plans, and went home fully expecting to be crying onto my parents'' shoulders like the wounded child I felt like. The only thing that stopped any of that was the presence of the Mer ambassador greeting me by my title. It was only my brother recognising that the phone number was not from the administration dome that led me do doubt the information in the letter.¡± ¡°So you did doubt it.¡± He said, clearly relived, ¡°I''m very pleased to hear that, your highness.¡± ¡°Yes, I doubted it, and that relieved my fears that my job was in danger, but your letter made it quite clear that there was an arrangement in place for discounted treatment, and so I passed on the letter to the Ambassador for her cousin''s benefit; her majesty Karella has granted him permission to come to talk to the medics.¡± ¡°But... there is no such agreement.¡± ¡°Oh, that''s sad for you. You really shouldn''t make false promises to foreign heads of state; that could get you in all sorts of trouble. How fortunate for you I''m only a ruling monarch if I choose to tear up a three thousand year old peace treaty. And although I was tempted to yesterday, as Queen Karella''s ambassador can confirm, I think Karella got my point and agrees with me, so it''s probably not going to be necessary.¡± ¡°Ah, thank you for making that point clear, your highness.¡± ¡°But of course you are the ethics department, and it would be most unethical of you to consider promises to one person more important that those to another merely because of status, don''t you think? "So, I''d guess that the only ethical response is that anyone who''s been promised reduced treatment rates by your department ought to have those reductions honoured, don''t you? I''m sure your departmental budgets and personal funds can cover it, and just think what a good lesson in ethics it would be for your students!¡± ¡°Your highness... thank you for sharing your thoughts on the matter. Can I ask just how many people you''ve passed that promise on to?¡± ¡°I passed it on to one person, the ambassador''s cousin, along with a warning that you might be of such low moral character that you think nothing of making promises you have no intent of honouring. But he thought that unlikely, and has dreamed of coming to Mars for years. So, he comes. Her Majesty, queen Karella Farspeaker, made the conversation possible so is fully aware of what was said. Your response and the university''s reputation are in your hands.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 11: Treaties

Effects of Openness / Ch. 11:Treaties

Atlantis, Friday, 7th September, 2277 Harry found Lara just outside her tower, holding a rope and looking up it. ¡°What''s on the other end of the rope?¡± Harry asked. ¡°My brother.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°He''s been experimenting with his hover-chair. I''m apparently here just in case he needs extra weight. I just hope me pulling on the rope doesn''t tip him out.¡± ¡°Oh. Has he told you anything... personal?¡± ¡°He looked pretty happy when he came back from Karella''s last night.¡± ¡°Right.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°I got a message to pass on to him from someone I knew on Mars. She asked me not to mention her name, unless Boris did.¡± ¡°Secret messages to my brother?¡± ¡°Patience is a virtue.¡± ¡°Hmm. Tell him that. Hovering around on thin air.¡± ¡°What is he doing?¡± ¡°''Testing things for the Mark two'', he said. By which I guess he means the second version of his spaceship.¡± ¡°Oh, the manned version?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Ooops. I guess I know too much.¡± ¡°Boris! Come down, or I''m climbing up!¡± ¡°Hey, good test!¡± Harry heard from far above his head. ¡°Right. Harry, you''re on the rope, I''m going to see if he meant that. ¡°Be careful.¡± ¡°I''m climbing up a rope supported by my brother''s latest invention. What could possibly go wrong?¡± ¡°Who tied the knots?¡± Harry asked. ¡°I did.¡± ¡°Oh, OK, then. I''ll try to catch you if you fall.¡± ¡°You''ll get crushed.¡± ¡°I''m not going to stand by and let you get pulped, Lara. Hey, any chance of some kind of big bag full of air? That''s what stunt men use.¡± ¡°It''s OK, Harry. Boris invented personal forcefields a while back, I''ve got one on, so''s he for that matter. If I fall, I''ll be OK. So don''t try to catch me, all right?¡± ¡°OK. What''s holding him up? Forcefields?¡± ¡°New sort he''s invented, he calls it a graviton repellent.¡± ¡°Antigravity?¡± Harry asked. ¡°It can''t be,¡± Lara said, starting to climb the rope. ¡°That''s theoretically impossible, I learned it in school.¡± ¡°Hey!¡± Boris yelled from above, ¡°Don''t jerk so much Lara!¡± ¡°Sorry! What''s wrong with your forcefield? It fells like I''m pulling on a air-bag.¡± ¡°What''s that?¡± Boris asked. ¡°Underwarter lifting thing.¡± Lara replied. ¡°Oh?¡± Boris replied. ¡°Good analogy.¡± ¡°Boris?¡± Lara asked, when she was about ten meters off the ground. ¡°Antigravity''s impossible isn''t it? They proved it.¡± ¡°He swapped a plus for a minus, Lar, Easy mistake, even for a genius. Karella gave me a new name last night.¡± ¡°Do I dare ask it holding on to your rope fifteen meters above the ground?¡± ¡°Probably not. Experiment a success, going down.¡± When her feet were on the ground, Lara let go of the rope, and Boris bobbed up quickly. ¡°Wheee! Please don''t do that, Lara, I need to adjust the drive.¡± ¡°What''s the new name, Boris?¡± Lara asked. ¡°Gravitymaster.¡± ¡°You''ve done it?¡± ¡°You''ve just climbed it, Lar. Feel anything pushing on you? Any rush of air? That''s because there wasn''t¡± ¡°My genius of a brother''s cracked antigravity?¡± ¡°Yep.¡± ¡°You''re fantastic!¡± ¡°Remind me to remind you that when you''re next telling me to get on with my work, OK?¡± ¡°I''ll try.¡± ¡°Promise?¡± ¡°''course not. You know how I get when I''m mid-argue.¡± ¡°Yeah. Lara?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Personal question, Hi Harry, by the way. Why has no one ever cooked me any potion?¡± ¡°What? Mum did, surely?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°She said it wasn''t time yet, or something like that.¡± ¡°No one?¡± ¡°Karella was pretty shocked too.¡± ¡°Why didn''t you ask?¡± ¡°''Cause when you think you''re a freak you don''t ask for more evidence.¡± ¡°You''re not a freak.¡± ¡°That''s what they called me at school. My toes.¡± ¡°Who? I''ll give them toe problems.¡± ¡°It was ages ago, Lara.¡± ¡°So? They''re separating the Mer, you can''t do that.¡± ¡°I should have asked you I guess.¡± ¡°Dad was Outer Mer, Boris. Didn''t you know?¡± ¡°No. Mum never said.¡± ¡°I always wished I had Dad''s toes,¡± Lara said. ¡°You''ve got the rest, haven''t you? You''re faster, you''re stronger? I never realised.¡± ¡°You got the brains though, the imagination. That is Outer Mer too.¡± There was a pause while Boris digested that, then Harry said ¡°This might be the time to mention that I''m confused about what you''re talking about, but Boris, I''ve got a message for you.¡± ¡°Oh? Who from?¡± ¡°Girl who was at the fellowship I went to on Mars, about your age. Long dark hair, pretty. Wants her name a secret until you say it.¡± ¡°Hathie wrote? Already?¡± ¡°Who''s Hathie?¡± Lara asked. ¡°Ruth''s boyfriend''s sister. She asked me out,¡± Boris said, ¡°Just as soon as I get to Mars.¡± ¡°Ruth''s got a boyfriend?¡± ¡°As of yesterday, apparently. Hathie keeps the family tree. She''s a fierce one, Lara, you''d approve. She threatened Karella, even.¡± ¡°What! Why?¡± ¡°Because it''s one of her duties.¡± ¡°Threatening the queen is one of her duties?¡± ¡°You said it yourself, Lara, you mustn''t divide the Mer,¡± Boris said, ¡°Did you know Hathie''s Grandmother, Harry?¡± ¡°Hathellah? Yes.¡± Lara stopped dead, and turned to Harry, ¡°What name did you say, Harry?¡± ¡°Hathellah. Nice old lady, followed her son to Mars. Spent a lot of time with Hathie.¡± ¡°Who''s name is also Hathellah?¡± Lara asked. ¡°Yep. That''s my as-soon-as-I-get-to-Mars girlfriend.¡± ¡°I don''t know you need to put that delay in there, Boris.¡± Harry said, ¡°At least, she asked me to give this message to ''her new boyfriend Boris'' She''s sent a short video message too.¡± ¡°My little brother is Hathellah''s boyfriend?¡± ¡°That''s Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah great-granddaughter of Hathellah, in case you''re wondering. Ruth knows more, apparently, but Karella got a bit confused, and didn''t want to get it wrong. But anyway Hathellah the younger who died had a brother walking among landmen, and his mother wrote and told him to name his daughter Hathellah, and teach her.¡± ¡°Hathellah lives.¡± Lara said. ¡°Indeed,¡± Boris said, ¡°And she doesn''t want a crown, but if she needs to take it up to stop prejudice, she will.¡± ¡°Every Mer child must be reminded,¡± Lara said. ¡°Karella agrees, Lara. She said she will address the people tonight, with me. Come with me? Please?¡± ¡°If you want, genius. Princess-friend, Gravitymaster.¡± ¡°Yeah. She said she wanted to get in first, before someone after fame and glory grabbed me.¡± ¡°She can always grab you back if she''s that convinced.¡± ¡°No pressure, she said, she just wants to see if we get on. Harry, my back; do you think it''s operable? Hathie said she thought it would be possible.¡± This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. ¡°One of my wounds cut my spine, I know that. Regrowth therapy hurts like anything. Not always, but something like seventy percent of people. All those little pain receptors connecting up. It goes in stages, one day it''s your little toe, the next it''s your knee cap, next it''s your big toe, you don''t know what''ll hurt when, but give it a month or so and it''s mostly done, then there''s loads of physiotherapy, rebuilding muscles, and so on. Don''t think instant miracle fix. But the good thing about regrowth is it''s you. It''s not electronics that might go wrong, or transplant that might get rejected, it''s you, back the way you should be. But if they can''t get regrowth to work, there are those other ways. Artificial legs, they work on land, but I don''t know how keeping the electronics dry would work with swimming.¡± ¡°Thanks, Harry. Good to know. Apparently there are a lot of doctors on Mars.¡± ¡°Good ones too. And dome-building on Mars being what it is, they deal with more accidents than most do on Earth. Want to hear your message?¡± ¡°Please.¡± ¡°Come on Lara,¡± Harry said, ¡°I want to ask you some questions.¡± ¡°Questions, questions, why is it always questions?¡± ¡°Because I want to learn.¡± Harry said. ¡°Oh. Good answer.¡±
James'' field dome, Satursol, 10th September. 9 A.M. James looked at his potato plants, and worried. The leaves had withered, and the stems seemed to be dying back. The plants looked like they''d come down with some disease. ¡°Margaret? What''s happened to my potato plants? They looked fine a few days ago!¡± ¡°They''re just telling you to stop waiting, James. Don''t worry. They always go like this when growing time is over.¡± ¡°It''s harvest time?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Next Saturday?¡± ¡°First we need to get a fork and a bucket. Let''s take Alice some evidence of what''s been happening underground. Race you to your tool-shed. Catch me if you can!¡± She sprinted off, taking enormous bounds in the low Mars gravity. Laughing, James chased her, and he did catch her, just before the shed. ¡°Do I get a prize?¡± he asked. ¡°Yes. You get a kiss and then you get to carry the bucket and fork.¡± ¡°Oooh, what a lucky man I am. Two kisses?¡±
Findhorn-Bunting complex. 10 A.M. ¡°We come bearing evidence.¡± James announced. ¡°James happy, Margaret happy. Princess Mermaid happy.¡± Heather said, looking round from what was her normal seat at the window. ¡°Princess Mermaid?¡± James asked. ¡°Coming.¡± Heather pointed, ¡°Ruth happy too, and Thingumy¡± ¡°Thingumy?¡± ¡°Ruth boyfriend, Thingumy.¡± ¡°Ruth''s got a boyfriend?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Coming.¡± Heather reported. ¡°Oh, It''s Robert.¡± Alice said, peering through the window. ¡°Yes, Thingumy Bobert.¡± Heather said. ¡°Heather, his name''s Robert.¡± Alice said. ¡°I only called him Thingumy because I was busy and couldn''t remember his name yesterday. It''s not really his name, Heather love.¡± ¡°Good name. He say Thingumy lots. He Thingumy.¡± ¡°He says, Heather.¡± Simon corrected. ¡°So, do tell us the story of this bucket of fresh dug spuds.¡± ¡°James got all worried this morning because his potatoes had all gone wilted and dying back. We dug up some to show you.¡± ¡°Half a row''s a big much to dig as a demonstration, but congratulations.¡± Alice said. ¡°We picked a row at random, and dug up a plant. I couldn''t believe my eyes so we picked another row and another plant, and then another one.¡± Simon shook his head in amazement, ¡°Three plants? You''ve almost filled that bucket with just three plants?¡± ¡°It seems that God has been good to us, Simon.¡± James said ¡°Urm... Alice...¡± ¡°What time next Saturday?¡± Alice asked briskly, before he''d finished. ¡°Tom suggested ten.¡± Margaret said. ¡°Come in Ruth,¡± Alice said on the intercom, ¡°and keep next Saturday free.¡± Once the airlock had cycled them in, Ruth asked, ¡°What''s happening next Saturday? Oh! Do I spot a significant bucket of potatoes?¡± ¡°You do, yes. Ten o''clock.¡± ¡°Congratulations. Of course I''ll be free next Saturday. And what''s my favourite Seeer seen this morning?¡± Ruth asked Heather, as she climbed into her arms. ¡°Mermaid princess happy, Ruth happy, Ruth boyfriend Thingumy happy.¡± ¡°And when are you going to start using the word ''is''? Didn''t we practice that last week?¡± Ruth chided. Heather screwed up her face in concentration, ¡°Mermaid princess IS happy. Good?¡± ¡°Yes, Heather, that''s good. Alice, Simon, I think Heather''s done the introductions, but allow me to fill them in a bit. May I present Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah, great-granddaughter of Hathellah, undisputed princess of the Outer Mer, and you know Robert, but Heather is right, we''re walking together. Other news is that my official seal and a few home comforts ought to be arriving on Frisol.¡± ¡°You''ve been a bit vague about those home comforts, Ruth. Any specifics?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Well, I''m going to get a proper knife, James''s request for a rock-cutter has also been approved, so he might be doing some stone whittling for you, Margaret. I''ve also got approval for my request for a little gift of friendship to keep my friends safe. James, Margaret, Alice and Simon will all get a little box to wear on your waist. And Simon in particular needs to swear an oath not to try to look inside it or try to work out how it works. Turn it on and it''s a personal forcefield, with three modes, just protecting your back, but total freedom of movement, back and front and bending down is hard, and the last one is a full protective bubble. Lovers, Mothers, fathers and carers of little ones will be glad to know that in both protected front and bubble mode anyone in your arms is in the protected area too. In case you end up falling, the bubble also acts as a shock absorber. Sorry, Robert, you''ll just have to stay close to me if things ever get nasty.¡± ¡°And Hathellah?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Hathellah''s will be arriving in the next shipment.¡± ¡°There''s going to be another cargo pod?¡± ¡°Probably, but there''s also going to be a piloted version, once the pilot has convinced everyone it''s totally safe.¡± ¡°Boris?¡± James asked. ¡°Yes, Boris Fieldshaper Gravitymaster,¡± Hathellah said. ¡°Boyfriend.¡± Heather added. ¡°Yes Heather, we''ve agreed to go out once he gets here.¡± ¡°Gravitymaster is to do with him building spacecraft?¡± Alice guessed. ¡°No, We''d call him Spacesailor or Astronaut something like that,¡± James said, sounding puzzled. ¡°Ruth, do you know where he got that name?¡± ¡°Karella gave it to him.¡± ¡°It can''t mean what I think it means!¡± James protested. ¡°The disproof was wrong,¡± Hathellah said, enjoying the reflected glory. ¡°I think my boyfriend Boris is going to be very famous as well as being funny and clever. So I asked him out before anyone else could.¡± ¡°And he could hardly refuse his princess, could he?¡± James asked. ¡°Will one of you please tell me what Boris has done?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Only worked out how to repel gravity,¡± Hathellah said smugly. ¡°But gravity is bent space-time!¡± Robert said, ¡°How do you repel it?¡± ¡°I''ll leave that to you to discuss with him, brother. All I know is he''s promised to come and hold my hand and tell me jokes, and bring me a squid too.¡± ¡°Why do you want a squid?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Sorry, Alice, that''s not really a question Hathellah should have prompted,¡± Ruth said, ¡°the answer is a bit icky.¡± ¡°Very icky.¡± James agreed. ¡°I like icky!¡± Heather proclaimed. ¡°Not nice icky, Heather, make you sick icky.¡± Ruth said. ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°So, we''re talking some kind of dart poison or something like that?¡± Alice guessed. ¡°Yes. Something along those lines.¡± ¡°Wasn''t there something else you wanted to talk to Alice about, Ruth?¡± Robert prompted her. ¡°Oh, yes, Alice. You''ve got a claim on the edge of Argyre.¡± ¡°True. Blame Evangeline. I think it''s going to be a lovely spot when you start flooding the crater.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°You''re not going to flood Hellas, are you? Firstly it''s too big, secondly there are too many claims down there, and thirdly it''s much too far away. Argyre makes far more sense.¡± ¡°So you''re assuming that I''m going to want to flood it?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°Great! Do you happen to know who your neighbours are?¡± ¡°Some of them. Do you want me to put you in contact with the so-called Argyre surf-lovers community? Sorry, let me put it the other way. The so-called ''Argyre surf-lovers'' community'' would really love to get in contact with you, but they thought they ought to wait until you felt a bit more secure in your role.¡± ¡°Surf?¡± James asked. ¡°One of them''s into ocean modelling, he thinks there ought to be some nice waves forming when the wind gets up.¡± ¡°Jits.¡± Ruth pronounced, ¡°Don''t they know that water and waves are one of a mermaid''s favourite topics?¡± ¡°Just for reference, what are the others?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Well, there''s swimming.¡± James said, ¡°and knives, and blowpipes, and swimming, and catching fish, and swimming, and killing sharks, and swimming.¡± ¡°You missed out a swimming there, James,¡± Margaret said. ¡°And you also forgot compost, and first harvest,¡± Ruth said. ¡°That reminds me, Robert, Mum was asking me when you last spent any time at your field dome,¡± ¡°Urm... a while ago.¡± he said, looking guilty, ¡°I had to finish the paper, and then...¡± ¡°Well next time you go for a walk with Ruth, go walk around your field.¡± ¡°Alice, I''m going to get Robert to show me his field, if he''s not too embarrassed, and then I''m going to be cooking him a meal if he''s interested in sharing some vegetables with me, and then I''m planning to be working on a treaty proposal for the Mars Council, the chief unresolved element of which was which bit of Mars to flood first, and if we convert rock and regolith to water, which rock and regolith would they like vanished. I''d be happy to talk to people about that.¡± ¡°If you convert rock into water, then couldn''t you dig your own sea?¡± Hathellah suggested, ¡°You know, somewhere even more convenient than Argyre? Not to mention warmer?¡± ¡°Hollow out a mountain?¡± Margaret suggested, ¡°Or make canals on Mars?¡± ¡°I do like the idea of flooding what''s there,¡± Alice said, ¡°Not least because that way my waterfall might be a waterfall one day. But Robert, can you tell me something?¡± ¡°I''ll try, Maam.¡± ¡°Let''s imagine one of Boris''s fifteen kilometre comets is coming. Your design is intended to strip it and turn it into water, yes?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°How quickly?¡± ¡°A few hours. It''ll have to because of the rotation of the planet.¡± ¡°Have you worked out how much water that is per minute?¡± ¡°It''s quite a big engineering problem, yes, Maam.¡± ¡°Call me Alice, remember?¡± ¡°Yes, Alice.¡± ¡°How big a problem?¡± ¡°Well... really I''d want something the size of the comet to dump it into quickly, so we can then avoid creating something like a massive tidal wave in whatever crater we put it in. And at least part of it will need to be forcefields, because of the speed of the water. Boris thinks we can do a fifteen kilometre diameter comet. I''d much prefer something smaller, but if we go with his plan, we''re talking about a slowing down a jet of water which is going at almost escape velocity, and is about two hundred meters by two hundred meters. We''d then slow it down by making it fan out in a circle. If we could get that to be say five kilometres diameter, then by the time it gets to the edge it''ll only be going at a hundred meters a second if it''s a hundred meters tall. If we could get it to fifteen kilometres diameter, it''d only be thirty meters a second. But still a wall of water a hundred meters deep.¡± ¡°That... sounds quite a forcefield, not to mention quite a tidal wave.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°The surf club are going to be really enthusiastic, of course.¡± Alice added. ¡°Then they''re mad,¡± Ruth said, ashen faced, ¡°completely utterly mad. The eddy-currents alone in a hundred meter wall of water will rip their limbs to shreds, and pulverize them. Let alone what''ll happen to their lungs if they''re yanked a hundred meters down by one. Why didn''t I think of that? It can''t work, can it? It''s a killing machine.¡± ¡°What I think, Ruth,¡± Robert said, ¡°is we scale back down. Stick to five kilometre comets, one tenth of the flow. Then you''ve only got a ten meter high wall of water. Ten kilometres away from the centre it''ll have slowed to three meters a second, and it''ll start thinning out, surely?¡± ¡°No.¡± Ruth corrected, ¡°At some point, you''ve got to mix this with the water in the crater. OK, I guess you could have a massive reservoir, but you''re still going to have nasty currents. I think either you''re going to have a seriously impressive water fall or it''ll make a ring-wave like you get filling a sink, Anyone or anything swimming or boating near it will be trapped between the low and fast water and the turbulent still water that''ll pile up outside the ring, like a step. But OK, it''s not instant death.¡± ¡°So,¡± Alice summarised, ¡°Assuming that we''re still filling when the water''s deep enough to swim in it, then to keep everyone safe we need a patch of Mars about twenty kilometres across, one huge forcefield, and then a thirty to fifty kilometre-wide slope that''ll make a series of rapids between that and the nominated crater? Doesn''t seem too hard, compared to catching a fifteen kilometre diameter comet from space, that is. I''d love to know how you''re going to get the hypochlorates and so on out of it, but that''s your business.¡± ¡°Actually,¡± Ruth said ¡°Jimmy Durrel made a suggestion. Since we''re talking about masses of water and hopefully a low concentration of salts, then rather than thinking of piping the whole of the sea through some kind of molecule selector every year and then doing chemistry, shouldn''t we be thinking biochemistry. And that is a not an area we know much about at all. So I know you''ve been using ''we'' in a nice friendly way not expecting much involvement at all, but I was wondering if that''s an area we could chat about sometime. Alternatively I can get Karella to raise it with Harry. I''ve asked at the Mars University, and they said they''re not really experts in that sort of thing, which is quite similar to biological cleanup of industrially contaminated wastes, so try an Earthling government.¡± ¡°So... how might this work?¡± ¡°You want some limited access to our tech, for example nuclear waste disposal, as well as construction techniques, we want usable seas and living space on Mars and space on your coastline, Mars wants an improved atmosphere and has space to offer. My thought is that if you help us learn about cleaning up the water in the seas of Mars, and maybe even Earth too, eventually, then that might be a very good swap for reprocessing tech.¡± ¡°Cleaning up Earth''s oceans?¡± ¡°Land-folk have pumped a lot of rubbish into them over the centuries.¡± Ruth pointed out. ¡°I know. I''m just surprised you''d think of adding a modified life-form into the seas.¡± ¡°We''d do tests, of course. Divide off some test areas that aren''t too big to sort out if it doesn''t work. Make sure there are no long-term problems. I''m just making this all up, you understand, Not checked with Karella at all, it''s just based on an idea I had when watching something on genetic engineering. But it''s not a technology we know.¡± ¡°And we do.¡± Alice said. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Thank you, Ruth. I''m certainly going to suggest it to Harry, and I presume you''ll tell Karella?¡± ¡°Of course.¡±
Robert''s Field dome ¡°Robert!¡± Ruth exclaimed, looking at what was growing in the dome. ¡°I know, it''s a bit of waste, isn''t it, but I''ve not been around much.¡± ¡°It''s beautiful!¡± The dome was full with row upon row of tall plants with blue-purple flowers. ¡°You like it?¡± ¡°Flax?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Complete pain to process, but linen is good stuff for cloth, and of course there''s the seed, and the oil.¡± ¡°I''m... surprised you know.¡± ¡°You thought, perhaps, I''d only know about fish?¡± ¡°You know sewing, weaving, preparation of deadly dart poison, I suppose it goes without saying that you''re also a botanist.¡± ¡°I knew I''d be coming to Mars, I''ve got a good memory, and the library on the ship was extensive.¡± ¡°You''re not saying that you learned to sew and weave on the ship here?¡± ¡°Of course not. I learnt that at home. You forgot hand to hand combat in your list, and field surgery. Those things I learned at home. It''s one of our strengths: every girl learns combat from her mother and her aunts. Just in case. Boys and girls learn tracking and hunting. At school we learn other things: physics, hydrodynamics, chemistry, field manipulation, history - which includes religious studies as well as philosophy and law.¡± ¡°Biology?¡± ¡°Not much. Biology is interesting but doesn''t keep us hidden or safe from capture. Oh, we study medicinal herbs and what bits of what sea-creatures can be used for what as well, and foreign and ancient languages.¡± ¡°Ancient languages?¡± ¡°We need to be able to understand those old treaties if we''re going to keep them, don''t we?¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 12:Experimental philosophy

Effects of Openness / Ch. 12:Experimental philosophy

Mars University, Monsol, 13th September. ¡°So...¡± Hathellah said, ¡°your argument basically boils down to your claim that you''re not a department that studies ethics?¡± ¡°We study it, certainly, but we do not support any particular ethical position, therefore to suggest that we are bound by any particular one is a violation of our principle that no attitude to ethics is preferable to another.¡± Ruth''s hand rested on her flute, ¡°None at all?¡± ¡°That is our position as a department.¡± ¡°Ah, now you see, you have just caused yourself a little problem. You have standing before you a Mermaid. As any Mermaid, I am a trained fighter, my knife is as sharp as I can make Martian steel, and my innocent looking flute here is of course a loaded blowpipe.¡± The man paled, as her knife glinted near his throat before she put it away. ¡°Let me lay out before you an ethical system, it''s quite a simple one, and most reasonable and logical within its framework. It is, after all the ancient ethical and legal principles that have ruled Mer interaction with one another and with land-folk for about three thousand four hundred years. You may take notes if you wish, and I wouldn''t object in the least to you teaching the students here. And as you claim the principle that no attitude to ethics is preferable to another, I''d be very interested in hearing your reasons why the reasonable application of its principles should or should not guide my actions in relation to yourself. First, let me tell you the first law of the Mer: An oath must be kept because an oath breaker is shark or shark-food. The second law: not all sharks need to be killed, only the dangerous ones. Now, let me expand on the term ''shark-food''. This is a reflection of the experimental and practical theology of our people over thousands of years of history which have made it very clear that there are lots of ways to die, and there''s no point getting in the way of divine retribution. If someone''s broken a sworn oath, then they''ve invited divine judgement on themselves, and their appointed shark, rad-storm or meteor is waiting for them at the appointed time. From the first phrase, you can tell that while sharks often have no legs, they can also have two. I''m sure as a learned man, you appreciate the explanatory power of this metaphor. Sharks don''t all need killing of course, that''s obvious, you''d really wear yourself out if you wanted to destroy a whole chunk of the marine ecosystem, and also by taking out the apex predators you''d upset the balance of nature and cause all sorts of problems like you land-folk have done time and time again. Plus of course, you''d be denying divine judgement one effective tool. So we now get to the point of dangerous sharks. Oh, no sorry, let me back-pedal a little. Landmen... It''s very sad, but you don''t know how to keep oaths, it''s fairly obvious. It seems to be a failure of your upbringing or your genetics or something, but it''s clearly the case. You treat divorce as practically a normal part of marriage, tear up treaties when they don''t suit you, and even think yourselves very clever for doing so. Therefore, lacking strong evidence to the contrary, it''s best to assume that all landmen are sharks. And watch them carefully to see if they''re dangerous or not. But that doesn''t mean you all need wiping out. I mean, we could have, obviously, given that we had fission, fusion and forcefields before you''d even rediscovered steam engines. But not every shark needs killing, just the dangerous ones. Now, what makes a shark dangerous? Obviously, attacking, threatening behaviour are signs that the shark is dangerous, but also anyone who makes someone break a vow is putting them at risk of divine judgement, and that''s a very dangerous sort of shark indeed, because they''re teaching poison that could undermine society.¡± Ruth''s knife reappeared in her hand, and she nonchalantly cleaned her finger-nails with it. ¡°So, that''s the legal foundation, let''s get to ethics. What do I do, as a Mermaid, trained to defend the weak and helpless, when confronted with a probably-shark land-man who proudly claims to teach young people that it''s OK to ignore their promises or their vows, and make themselves shark-food? Clearly such a land-man is not just a shark, but a dangerous shark. It''s not really even an ethical dilemma is it? More a case of doing my duty and dealing with a destroyer of lives before more harm is done. Do you find a problem with my logic so far?¡± ¡°Your logic ignores the value of human life!¡± the lecturer said. ¡°Not at all. We value life highly. But the oath-breaker has decided their life is of no use to them, and brought divine judgement on themselves. Who am I to disagree? Is it not for the greater good that the source of the deadly poison of oath-breaking is wiped out than it be propagated in a seat of learning?¡± ¡°She''s got a point,¡± Hathellah said, ¡°and quite a sharp one on her knife too, by the look of it. But Ruth, you''re going to make a horrible mess on the floor if you knife him, using the dart would be much cleaner.¡± Ruth continued, ¡°Is it not the case that the time for divine justice has come for this shark, who revealed to me how he glories in his unrepentant attitude that promises and oaths are of no value? To me, a skilled warrior and killer of dangerous sharks? And indeed, as the princess has stated, here I am, with my blowpipe loaded with a dart tipped with poison, not the muscle relaxant I''d normally carry at home. I wondered why I was unable to find the ingredients to make the muscle relaxant, but perhaps this is the hand of the Judge of All the World at work. It is clearly my duty in this ethics system to act, and destroy this threat. Indeed thus have many land-men perished at the hands of mermaids though the centuries. Their words or actions proved them not just sharks but dangerous sharks and so they died. It is not murder or execution, I merely deal with a dangerous shark who is singularly failing to use the wits God gave him or the tongue God formed in his mouth.¡± ¡°It would be murder!¡± The lecturer said, in terror. ¡°No, it would be ridding the world of a dangerous shark. The world would be a safer place.¡± ¡°Mercy, please mercy!¡± The lecturer pleaded. ¡°Oh, that word,¡± Ruth said, ¡°Now that is an interesting word, isn''t it? It has been thought that it was mercy to give a condemned man a knife to fall on, or to shoot a man rather than hang him. Which sort of mercy do you ask for?¡± ¡°My life! If not for my sake then my wife''s!¡± ¡°But that''s not one of your options in this ethics system.¡± ¡°I don''t want that ethics system! Whatever happened to you being Christians?¡± ¡°Ah! You do prefer one ethics system over another. That''s good, so do I. Repeat after me please: ''I prefer the Judeo-Christian ethical system that places a unique value on human life, and allows for repentance.''¡± ¡°I prefer the Judeo-Christian ethical system that places a unique value on human life, and allows for repentance.¡± ¡°Say ''I prefer mercy, not justice''.¡± ¡°I prefer mercy, not justice.¡± ¡°Because I need mercy.¡± ¡°Because I need mercy.¡± ¡°You have mercy and a chance to repent, and in case you forgot, this was a teaching exercise and you were never in danger. Sharks don''t get to take notes, man! But let me teach you some more. I am Mer, we know how to keep oaths. In the year of our Lord Jesus Christ, nineteen hundred and twenty seven, the number of Mer adults who had not turned from idol-worship and become Christians reached zero, and my people vowed that we would never again allow any form of slavery, nor would we worship the Baals and Ashteroths, Molech or the gods of Greece who had been our constant source of bickering for millennia. We had many religions but one set of laws all could agree to. Many ethical systems, but we knew that there was a judge of all the world, and the basis of our ethics was survival in a hostile world where becoming shark-food is easy. Not all of us are now Christians, but most are. Do not seek to tell a Mer that all ethical systems are equally valid. We have long memories and know what a stupid destructive lie that is.¡± ¡°And your blow-pipe is really tipped with poison?¡± ¡°The pipe? No. The dart in it, yes. If I shot someone with it they''d probably be on the floor within five heartbeats and dead in a couple of minutes. But we''ve valued human life uniquely for three centuries. The only people who have been hit by a poison-tipped blow-dart have been intent on murder. I would hesitate to use it, I''m sure, even faced with a mad axeman. So, I am really looking forward to getting some proper muscle relaxant for my darts. That''ll make someone fall over in less than three heart beats and hasn''t killed anyone in all its use.¡± ¡°And it''s used often?¡± Hathella asked. ¡°Mostly by teenagers on each other, it also gets used by teachers on really rowdy kids, or in controlled application by doctors to control muscle spasm. This ends the lecture for today. Please pass on what you''ve learned to your colleagues and students and revise your idiotic teaching policies.¡±
Mars Council offices, 2pm. Tuesol 14th September ¡°Madam ambassador, thank you for coming. We''ve had a complaint from the University about your behaviour yesterday.¡± Claudia Fedira said. ¡°I presume this is in referral to the tutorial in practical philosophy that I gave to a senior lecturer in that department?¡± Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. ¡°His department head states that you threatened him.¡± ¡°I do not deny that he probably felt threatened, however I feel that his feeling threatened was entirely the result of his failure to believe my introduction of the topic as being of a theoretical nature.¡± ¡°You drew your knife on him.¡± ¡°I demonstrated that I had it, and then used it to clean my nails. I don''t think that''s particularly threatening behaviour. It was never less than a foot from him, and that was at full extension of my arm. If I''d wanted to threaten him it would have been almost touching his skin, with my arm half-bent.¡± ¡°You stated that you had poison darts in your blow pipe.¡± ¡°I have one dart in my pipe, you can''t load multiple darts in the thing, it''s a single barreled weapon, not a revolver.¡± ¡°You stated that many land-people had died because of the logic that you were presenting to him.¡± ¡°It is true, before our people became Christians, many did die. At no time did I tell him that I held to that merciless viewpoint.¡± ¡°You noticed him reacting in terror, but failed to respond.¡± ¡°If he failed to understand my reminders that we were engaged in a theoretical philosophical debate, is it my duty to remind him every sentence? He had, after all, just delighted in insulting myself and the princess, advocated an amoral ethic and furthermore claimed that a blatant lie was in fact the unembellished truth. Surely he cannot claim that he has the privilege of saying one thing and meaning another but that when I give him a historical lesson in how flawed his arguments were I need to preface my every statement ''this is how we treated ethics three hundred years ago''? The thing I find really sad is that he held so tightly to his lie and he was so very slow to realise what he really thought that I had to get him to repeat it as though he was an errant five year old.¡± ¡°You reduced him to a snivelling wreck and made him unfit for work.¡± ¡°I helped him to realise the department''s position was morally and judicially repugnant, that philosophy is not a set of mental gymnastics for saying I''m cleverer than you are but that it has life and death consequences. I think he will be a much better lecturer and a better man as a result.¡± ¡°Judicially repugnant?¡± ¡°Under Mer law, absolutely. He declared that the breaking or keeping of oaths and promises was merely a matter of ethical position and the department resolutely took no ethical position. "I explained to him how, under Mer law, that position and his role as an educator of the young made him guilty of promoting oath-breaking. "The natural consequence of oath-breaking is death, and therefore promoting oathbreaking is a capital crime under Mer law, something only a dangerous shark would do. I pointed out that under our ancient moral code it was my duty as a protector of the young to make sure he didn''t spread his poisonous ideas and by stating them gleefully in my presence he''d revealed himself to be a dangerous shark and condemned himself to death. As a Christian, however, I value the image of God he bears, and I have the overriding obligation to give him the opportunity to repent of his sins and reform his ways. As a man who lives by his mind, he ought to have realised that he was never in danger, because you don''t tell a dangerous shark to take notes so he can teach others. If you''re dealing with a dangerous shark you attack and kill the thing at top speed before it can take a chunk out of you.¡± ¡°I see. But you''re saying that philosophy is illegal under Mer law?¡± ¡°Not at all. Trying to convince people there is no consequence for oath breaking is illegal, but you''re allowed to play with ideas as much as you like. I never thought I''d have the chance to put that classroom debate into practice again, it was fun.¡± ¡°Classroom debate?¡± ¡°We used to have class debates. You know, ''Sathie, take the line of Epicurus, against Ruth advocating the Spartan position''. I did like arguing the Spartan position, it was really simple to argue. You know... ''By letting me speak first, you concede that you are weak. The weak deserve to die, as every right-thinking Spartan knows. Are you so weak you need help, or will you fall on your own dagger?'' Then of course we had to dissect the arguments and point out logical flaws in all of them.¡± ¡°You studied the Greek philosophers?¡± ¡°Of course. Our library never burned down.¡± ¡°So... you''d maintain it was merely an intellectual debate, as you''d expect any philosopher worth his salt to engage in daily?¡± ¡°It was more serious than that, as the man has been poorly educated and obviously felt under pressure to uphold an indefensible system. I had a duty to demonstrate his errors and allow him to see how hollow his words were.¡± ¡°I see. Well, please don''t bring poison-tipped darts into debates in the future. Ruth.¡± ¡°I''ll be getting some proper muscle relaxant ones on Frisol, when my package arrives. I''ll feel a lot happier carrying those. If some mad axe-murderer comes at me when I''ve got one of those loaded I don''t need to work out if there''s some other way to stop him than certain death, and he''s going to find himself going all floppy.¡± ¡°Are you aware of any mad axe-murderers on Mars, Ruth?¡± ¡°No. If I was then be sure I''d let you know.¡± ¡°Thank you, Madam Ambassador. Now, do you feel up to a little discussion with the head of the philosophy department?¡± ¡°Would postponing until Monsol be acceptable? I''d like to be properly equipped, and he might like time to brush up on his classics?¡± ¡°Can I sell tickets?¡± Claudia asked. ¡°As long as I have get some free for friends. Hathellah made a lovely contribution to my debate with the lecturer.¡± ¡°Do I want to know?¡± ¡°She just suggested that if I needed to kill the guy then the dart was better, since using my knife would make a nasty mess on the floor. She''s funny.¡± ¡°Hmm. Barbarian humor at its best.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, Mars, Thursol 16th September ¡°Hello? Is anyone there?¡± Ruth heard the airlock intercom from her field dome. It wasn''t a voice she recognised, but the woman looked harmless, from what Ruth could see. Which wasn''t much, of course, because the visitor had her breather on. Ruth put down her fork and clicked the release on her wrist unit. ¡°Come in, I''ll be right with you,¡± Ruth said, and went to the hallway. By the time Ruth arrived, the airlock had finished cycling the woman in, and she''d removed her breather mask. ¡°Sorry, I was just turning my compost.¡± ¡°Sorry to interrupt, I just thought I''d drop by to say thank you.¡± ¡°Urm, you''re welcome. What for?¡± ¡°Smashing my husband''s idiocy on Monsol.¡± ¡°Oh, the lecturer?¡± ¡°Yes. He actually came to Bible-study last night.¡± ¡°I''m glad. I think I shook him up a bit more than I intended. How is he?¡± ¡°Alive that''s the only way to describe him. Like he''s realised there''s more to life than writing papers.¡± ¡°Hopefully he has.¡± ¡°You really told him he was under a death-sentence?¡± ¡°Sort of. But we''re not on Atlantis, and I''m a Christian.¡± ¡°But if you had been on Atlantis?¡± ¡°He wouldn''t be allowed to teach the poisonous lie that all ethics systems are equally valid, and he''d know how important keeping oaths and promises are.¡± ¡°I think he does, really. But they''re under pressure to be inclusive, to not give offence....¡± ¡°He gave offence by saying what he did, that''s the problem with that relativist rubbish from the age of chaos. It undermines the basic truths that underlie a stable society. At least to my upbringing, the legal code of my people.¡± ¡°He said you''d named him a dangerous shark. Is that a permanent status?¡± ¡°Not if he changes. It''s not like we go round tattooing sharks to say ''this one is dangerous''. Sorry, come and have a seat, would you like a drink?¡± ¡°Oh, thank you. Your home is lovely!¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°I... I don''t see much here that''s recognisably from Earth at all.¡± ¡°No. MarsCorp, may they be blessed by better management someday, gave me the wrong ticket. Social instead of Professional, and I was too ignorant to ask the truthsayer association about it. So I got here with my backpack and only when I''d taken them to court did the Corp even start talking about compensation. But... If I''d had my cargo I probably wouldn''t have my complex, yet, so it was all just working out OK, when I got declared to be ambassador and the Council decided that me being truthsayer to the Council just didn''t fit with me being an ambassador. Yet another change...¡± ¡°You must have had a lot.¡± ¡°Yes. Quite a lot.¡± ¡°We''ve been here twenty years, came for my husband''s job. Now my son is thinking he''d like to go to Earth, and see all the sights. Which of course now includes Atlantis.¡± ¡°That''s quite a trip. And not cheap, either.¡± ¡°Yes. He seems to think he''ll be able to earn his way doing odd jobs.¡± ¡°He might, but they''re going to be very odd, not to mention unpleasant. I''ve been there, done that. It''s tough, and there''s no social contract.¡± ¡°Can I ask... why did you leave Atlantis?¡± ¡°It was that or be a dangerous shark. I fell in love with a Christian, I hadn''t known he was then and didn''t think to ask. I had no desire to become a Christian myself. Then I was told that if we married he''d be breaking his commitment to God. I told him, said we had to break up. He said he didn''t care. I slapped him for being willing to break his oath to God, shot him with a floppy-dart and ran in tears to the high council, who agreed with me that it was far better to leave than either becoming a Christian when my heart wasn''t in it, or be instrumental in someone breaking an oath.¡± ¡°But you''re a Christian now?¡± ¡°Yes. I finally accepted that I was making a complete mess of my life on the ship here, having fallen for yet another Christian. Then it turned out he was a fairly close cousin. Neither of us were interested in incest.¡± ¡°Oh dear. That must have been painful.¡± ¡°Actually... I''d felt that it wasn''t going to work for a while. I''d been hopeful that it would, but it hadn''t really felt right. He took it pretty badly, but he''s a happy man now ¡ª he and his fianc¨¦e are bringing in his big harvest as we speak, and are going to get married on Satursol.¡± ¡°Big harvest already? That''s fast. And you?¡± ¡°The Mer princess your husband''s department insulted has a rather nice twin brother who asked me out last week. What''s your son''s dream?¡± ¡°Apart from his solar system tour, you mean? He''s interested in big scale engineering. He says Mars is too undeveloped for anything like that. That''s the other reason I came... there have been rumours you''re planning something big and I wondered, is it all going to be Mer engineers?¡± ¡°Two big terraforming projects in parallel, actually: Robert, my boyfriend, is going to be working on a ground-based comet shredder to flood Argyre, That''s going to be almost exclusively Martian technology and engineers. The Atlantis science academy are working on a process that''ll turn rock into atmosphere and water. That''s probably going to all be ultra-secret technology inside, but unless they turn it into some kind of remote controlled horizontal drilling machine, then it''s going to need driving or feeding with rocks or something. And if it does turn into a remote controlled canal maker, then then someone''s got to plan a route for it. Don''t expect Mer to be involved long term with that either, really. They''re far more likely to be building domes or swimming. One issue we''re struggling with is what people might be paid with, though, so it''s all rather woolly so far.¡± ¡°You''re making it as you go along then? Sounds very Martian.¡± ¡°And quite Mer too.¡± ¡°How do you pay your scientists and engineers?¡± ¡°Feed them and let them work on their own projects as long as they spend a certain amount of time on boring stuff.¡± ¡°Might work here too I suppose.¡± ¡°Maybe. If we had that many fields and fish.¡± ¡°For which you need the sea and a good atmosphere. What a challenge! The comet shredder sounds interesting, but you''re going to be filling Argyre a long time.¡± ¡°Depends how big the comets are. We''re currently thinking of comets up to five kilometres diameter, to be turned to water within about three hours. So to avoid making a tidal wave or killing people in currents, then we''re going to need a waterfall at least thirty kilometres wide into the crater, and which is all good, hard, regolith-free bedrock.¡± ¡°That''s.... quite a big project, isn''t it?¡± ¡°It is, feel free to tell your son that''s what the council are going to be thinking about.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 13:Cargo

Effects of Openness / Ch. 13:Cargo

Mars orbital observatory control room. Frisol 17th September ¡°Radar scan shows the Mer capsule is spot on the advised track, sir.¡± ¡°That''s encouraging at least. And it''s really slowing at two g?¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± ¡°Any idea on it''s fuel, from the emission spectrum?¡± ¡°I hate to speculate what the thing is using as a power source, but I''m getting spectral readings consistent with a pulsed beam of ionised helium, but urm, blueshifted quite a lot.¡± ¡°Please expand on ''quite a lot''¡± ¡°Near-relativistic velocities, sir, lowest speed seems to be about zero point one of lightspeed, but they seem to be still accelerating after they leave the vehicle. If you want me to speculate well past what''s reasonable and into science fiction, I''d say we''re looking at fusion products being expelled and then pushed off by a forcefield. But we all know that''s impossible. So far, anyway.¡± ¡°Well said, lad. Keep an open mind, that''s what my old professor used to say.¡±
Mars Orbit ¡°Shuttle five to base, do you hear me?¡± the pilot called. ¡°We hear you, shuttle five.¡± ¡°I have just overflown the track of the Atlantis capsule, the fireball stage is over and it seems to have sprouted glowing wings. They''re currently cycling through the optical spectrum about every five seconds. Oh, they''re now pulsing between red and green.¡± ¡°Might it be Morse code?¡± ¡°Yes sir, slow morse. I think one word was ''Boris'', but there was some more before that. Out of sight now.¡± ¡°Thank you, shuttle five.¡±
Martian wilderness. ¡°Ruth, prepare to be embarrassed,¡± Mack said over the radio. ¡°I''m braced,¡± Ruth said, ¡°What''s my cousin done now?¡± ¡°I''m told the pod is signaling ''Happy Birthday Ruth, love Boris.'' in Morse code.¡± ¡°The good thing about him being my cousin is I''m probably allowed to strangle him. I suppose it could have been worse. Much worse, actually.¡± ¡°In between that it''s cycling through the colour spectrum a few times.¡± ¡°So, he''s really showing off, is he?¡± ¡°I guess so. I wouldn''t know.¡± ¡°Some people have far too much creative freedom.¡± ¡°Speaking of creative freedom, I hear you''ve challenged the head of the university philosophy department to a public debate.¡± ¡°Well, Claudia said she wanted to sell tickets, so I guess that makes it public, doesn''t it?¡± ¡°What I am a little concerned about is you talking about being better equipped, and just happening to name a date after your delivery today. I hope you weren''t thinking better equipped in a military sense.¡± ¡°Well, I''d very much prefer not to have poison in my blow-pipe at a public event. It''s really inhibiting knowing that if I had to dart someone in self-defense they''d die.¡± ¡°We do have a security force, you know, Ruth.¡± ¡°I know. But they''re busy people, their reactions are slower than mine, and I don''t think I''ve got so many enemies that I need twenty-four hour guarding or anything. Of course I might have one enemy in the head of the philosophy department.¡± ¡°Especially if you go sticking him with one of your darts.¡± ¡°I''ll only do that if he gets too aggressive. You never can tell with these professional philosophers. Oooh, I see it. It''s not just got wings, it''s an albatross!¡± ¡°Is it? I''m useless at recognising birds,¡± Hathellah said from her place in the passenger seat of the Marsmobile. ¡°Yes. I guess it makes sense, the lonely traveller of the interplanetary deeps.¡± ¡°That''s a really poetic thought,¡± Hathellah said. ¡°Boris has a poetic turn sometimes.¡± ¡°Aren''t albatrosses linked to all sorts of superstitions?¡± Mack asked. ¡°Maybe. Not for us though. Oh! End of albatross, parachute time.¡± ¡°It''s going to be spot on target, isn''t it?¡± Hathellah said. ¡°Wind''s a bit erratic, it might not be,¡± Ruth said. She was wrong.
Before they had retreated to a safer distance for the landing, Ruth and Hathellah had used their wrist units to find the exact point Ruth had told Boris to aim for, and marked a cross on the ground, with some rough circles around the outside. The cargo pod had extended four feet and was resting right on top the cross. Hathellah took some pictures, and noticed that someone had put a piece of paper on one of the boxes that were visible through the gently glowing forcefield. ¡°And if we had any doubts at all about what bird it was,¡± Ruth said, coming over to read the paper, ¡°Boris provides a poem for you Hathellah, entitled ''Albatross''.¡± ¡°For me?¡± ¡°Yes, well, maybe for both of us, but that line at the end is certainly for you.¡± ¡°I can''t read it.¡± ¡°No, but you''ll need to learn Mer one day I think, and it''s not so different to Greek, do you see the last word?¡± ¡°Theta, sqiggle, lambda, sea-urchin, different sqiggle.¡± ¡°If I tell you that ''sea-urchin'' is pronnounced ''ah'', and ''different squiggle'' is the first person possessive, guess what that word is.¡± ¡°My Thellah?¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°Why did he shorten my name. Oh, no, he''s using the title, isn''t he?¡± ¡°Yes. Writing ''Soon I come, my Hathellah'' would mean a whole lot more decision making had happened than I expect.¡± ¡°As in, a decision to marry?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°But my calling him my boyfriend is OK?¡± ¡°Yes. And as long as you''re speaking English, you''re OK, different rules apply. Just... well... steer clear of possessives with names in Mer. That''s close relatives. Want to hear the poem?¡± ¡°Of course I do!¡± Ruth read it in Mer, and then translated. ¡°You listened when I spoke, my kind one, You did not laugh at my plans or pain, Though great that distance that separates us, On outstretched wings I fly, Across vast and empty spaces, I''ve followed my lonely path. nowhere to turn but to come to you, I follow now the path of hope, I come to you my Thellah.¡± ¡°It''s beautiful. How do I know if he''s calling me Thellah as a title, or ''thella as a contraction of my name, or don''t you do that?¡± ¡°He''s more likely to call you Hathie. That''s something we picked up from English, by the way. The more traditional contracted form would make you Hath, which unfortunately is a rather vicious type of eel.¡± ¡°So Hathie is a diminutive eel? ¡°, Hathie asked. ¡°The young are quite cute, actually, but with sharp teeth, but no, we wouldn''t call them Hathie except as a name in a children''s story. You know ''Spidy the spider''. And in case you''re wondering, as far as I know, no one has written such a story about an eel, and I really doubt anyone would, especially with it being known that you''re using the name Hathie. It would be disrespectful, and no one sane wants to split the Mer. We''re too interbred, for one thing.¡± ¡°Yes. I was wondering, could it be done?¡± ¡°Well there are the toes, they''re a clear sign. Creativity like Boris'' is another thing that''s considered an Outer Mer trait, as is Lara''s expertise in combat. So, if you''ve got someone like Lara as a relative of Boris people would say, OK, she hasn''t got the toes but she''s got to be Outer Mer. So if you split the Mer, you''d probably get a population skewed towards ingenious inventors, poets and strong vicious fighters, quite likely to let the food burn, just based on people''s prejudice, and unless they had webless toes you wouldn''t get many reliable stay at home types to whom playing dolphin and looking after a hoard of kids is just about all the excitement they can stand.¡± ¡°And society as a whole needs both types,¡± Hathellah said. ¡°Exactly. Anyway, here''s Robert, shall we try and take this home?¡± ¡°It''s much bigger than I thought it would be,¡± Robert said. He''d driven out with a Marsmobile from the university which had a trailer. ¡°we''re not going to be able to put all that lot in the two ''mobiles even with the trailer, surely?¡± ¡°Oh, didn''t I say? We just put the whole thing onto the trailer.¡± ¡°Urm...¡± ¡°It''s all clever forcefields, remember? We just need to put the trailer underneath and tell it to shrink the legs.¡± ¡°I''m glad you understand this technology. It looks like magic to me,¡± Robert said. ¡°Oh, it is,¡± Ruth said, grinning, ¡°none of this is possible at all. Let''s face it, a mermaid standing on another planet is just impossible to start with. Do you need help with backing the trailer underneath?¡± ¡°You want me to reverse it under the pod? I think it''ll be easier to disconnect it and put it under by hand,¡± ¡°Go on, try, at least,¡± Ruth urged, ¡°unless you want me to? It''s not like you''re going to dent the spaceship.¡± ¡°What about the trailer?¡± ¡°Come here,¡± Ruth said, ¡°hold your hand out, and prod the field.¡± ¡°Oh! It''s springy!¡± ¡°Try rubbing your hand over it, just a bit.¡± ¡°That''s weird. It feels like glue.¡± ¡°Exactly, So we probably don''t need to worry about it falling off the trailer either.¡± ¡°I''d be happier to strap it down, still.¡± ¡°That''s fine. It might tip off, but I don''t think it''ll slide.¡± ¡°No. Urm... Is this going to cause a radiation burst when we turn it off?¡± ¡°Probably not. It''s glowing.¡± ¡°Urm... what does that mean?¡± ¡°Glowing forcefields don''t trap particles as far as I remember.¡± ¡°You vaguely remember stuff I''ve never heard of, but you consider me the forcefield expert. I don''t understand.¡± ¡°Who understands electricity better, the kid who knows that picking up a little battery is safe but to stay away from a wall socket, or the guy who shouted eureka when he got a light bulb to light up by spinning a magnet near a coil? Maybe the kid has even seen some pictures of the inside of a power-station, but that doesn''t mean she understands what''s going on.¡± ¡°Oh, right. Thanks.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, Mars, Frisol 17th September Ruth unloaded the last box from the cargo pod, looked around to check it was empty and triggered the shutdown sequence. The colours of the walls faded, and then, sooner than she''d expected, there was a soft pop, and the forcefields shut off entirely. She found herself falling to the ground. It wasn''t far though, and she landed well, smiling as a stray thought crossed her mind: finally something that demonstrated Boris could make mistakes. She looked around and found the control unit. Since it was the size of a fairly large suitcase, (complete with handle, she noticed) it wasn''t very exactly hard to spot, but either she''d turned or the panel she''d just typed on had retracted inside it. One portable spaceship... She really hoped it didn''t have any antimatter in it, but she wasn''t going to have a look. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. She hit the ground, hearing someone decide now was a good time to shoot. An arrow whistled over head. So, no firearms on Mars still, Ruth thought. The arrow hit her airlock wall, pointing as an incriminating finger towards the archer, not that she looked that way. The hiss of escaping air wasn''t going to help her hear any decisions, but she had a good idea of where they were hiding ¡ª there was a large rock, about three metres diameter, on the other side of the suitcase-spaceship to where she was. The mirror finish knife came in very handy, and she saw him. No, them. One of them, arrow notched, was failing to hide very well on one side of the rock, and his colleague was casting a shadow on the other side. One of the first things she''d done on opening the cargo pod had been to swap knives and pocket a rock cutter. The next thing had been to look at the collection of darts that Karella had sent her. She now had a nice supply of spare darts and ingredients, plus some pre-prepared relaxant-darts and warning darts, to go with her poisoned ones. As well as a second blow-pipe. Did she want them floppy or screaming in pain? Just in case, she hid her thoughts briefly while she decided that floppy people made better prisoners, then changed her mind. They didn''t know she''d swapped darts, so if she hit one with the warning dart, then the other might think he''d been poisoned, and surrender immediately. The pipe with warning darts was also free from any finger holes. She wanted that extra range and accuracy. Land-men often wondered why the Mer blowpipes were blown from the side, flute-like, rather than straight. This was the reason. She didn''t need to expose half her face to an arrow-shot. Her knife told her they were both still where they''d been, waiting for a better shot than just a knife blade, and a thin tube. They were quite good, really, she supposed. Patient, silent. She spotted the archer noticing the blow pipe and aiming at it. Silly man, of course she wasn''t going to shoot over the top of the case. The pressure sensors in her house finally noticed all was not well and shrieked a pressure-breach alarm. Knowing he''d almost certainly be distracted by the sudden noise, she brought her blowpipe to her mouth sighed along it and blew in one smooth action. He''d been looking at the house, just for a moment, and hadn''t seen her move. So, they weren''t that good. Or maybe they were out of practice. The dart took him in the arm holding the bow, and he yelled. It sounded like Russian. Ruth didn''t see, but guessed the bow hit him in the face; certainly the arrow never flew. She drew a long breath on her breather, glad that the atmospheric-pressure down here in the valley was only about as low as on Everest. The bowman''s arm must have felt like it was immersed in boiling oil, and she could hear his panicked breathing. He hadn''t moved much, but was staring in horror at the dart in his arm, and he slowly collapsed from the pain, in full sight. The other man moved, and she heard him decide not to expose himself. Ruth reloaded her new pipe, this time with muscle relaxant. ¡°How long? How long till I die?¡± the archer yelled at her. ¡°Make peace with God quickly, that''s my advice.¡± Ruth yelled back. It was good advice, even though it didn''t answer his question. Belatedly, Ruth thought to trigger her panic button. ¡°Information for antidote,¡± the archer offered with ragged breath. He was obviously terrified of poison. The man''s ''friend'' didn''t know she''d spotted him, and decided he''d jump Ruth as she administered it. ¡°I don''t think your friend wants me to walk away with any information you mgit give me:,¡± Ruth said. ¡°We just want your pocket space ship,¡± the friend shouted, ¡°You can walk away from it and live.¡± ¡°That''s not very nice for your friend there.¡± Ruth said. ¡°Casualties happen. Have you got an antidote?¡± ¡°Come out with your hands up and nobody dies,¡± Ruth offered, ¡°I''ve got plenty more darts if you want to try your luck the other way. Or we can both hide from each other until the police get here, and maybe your friend doesn''t make it.¡± ¡°Sad thing is, he''s not really my friend, and I''ve got a gun.¡± ¡°Let me point out to you that this spaceship is a Mer military vessel, like every Mer military vessel since before you rediscovered steam power it is protected against tampering and has a self-destruct. I''m not sure if that''s fusion-based or antimatter-based. Do you really want to trigger a nuclear or antimatter explosion by trying to shoot me through it?¡± ¡°Why don''t you walk away from it then?¡± ¡°What do you think I am? A cowering civilian? I''m sworn to protect civilians from people like you.¡± ¡°So, I hide behind this rock, and you hide behind your bomb until the police get here or we see who sticks their head out first.¡± ¡°That''s one option. Alternatively I cut up at your rock so you''ve got no hiding place, and if I get the depth control wrong I cut you in half too.¡± ¡°Yeah yeah, sorry, that''s a bluff. You didn''t have time to get one out of it''s packet.¡± ¡°I''m a mermaid, stupid. We don''t bluff, we don''t turn into gibbering heaps when cornered, we slice.¡± She''d half expected him to look round the rock at that, and he didn''t disappoint. ¡°Or shoot darts as the case may be,¡± she added as he collapsed, limp, on the ground. ¡°The poison''s in my chest now. Please!¡± the archer begged. ¡°Who sent you?¡± ¡°What did you shoot him with?¡± ¡°Muscle relaxant, I want one of you to survive, don''t I? Want a dose? It''s said to to reduce the pain. Naah, that''s not good, you can''t talk. And you want to talk, surely? To God if no one else? I mean, there is an antidote to what you''ve been hit with, but it''ll take me some time to make.¡± ¡°Do you require assistance?¡± a voice came from her wrist unit. ¡°That took you long enough,¡± she replied. ¡°I have one incapacitated assassin/thief outside my complex, who claimed he has a gun, and another one who is not fully incapacitated but in a lot of pain after being hit by another sort of dart, I imagine moving hurts him, but he might feel like crawling away to die, so I''m keeping him covered. He''s not doing a very good job at negotiating for an antidote. Oh, he shot an arrow at me earlier and hit the wall of my airlock, so I''ve got a pressure breach too. So yes, I would have appreciated some assistance from the moment I activated my panic button.¡± ¡°Be assured they''re on the way, maam.¡± the operator said. ¡°Oh, the guy groaning in pain will probably appreciate a shot of something like morphine, even if I do give him some antidote.¡± ¡°Please do give him the antidote, maam.¡± Ruth walked to the archer. ¡°He''s promised me information in exchange for it, and promises are important.¡± ¡°I am Vasili Gorbachev, sub-lieutenant of the imperial Russian army.¡± ¡°And?¡± ¡°I was ordered to help the lieutenant, who cannot move.¡± ¡°And?¡± ¡°Investigate your pod and its cargo thoroughly.¡± ¡°And?¡± Ruth said yet again. ¡°Make your death look like an accident, if I could.¡± ¡°Dispatcher, did you hear that confession?¡± ¡°I did, Maam.¡± ¡°The prisoner is capable of movement, and although he is in extreme pain he is probably stronger than I am. He still has in his possession deadly weapons, including a belt-knife, bow and arrows. I will therefore not turn my back on him, or approach him any closer to tie him up. I could incapacitate him with a harmless muscle relaxant, which will reduce his pain slightly and allow me to make the antidote. And of course I''ll do that if he presents a greater threat than he does at the moment. Or I could wait until help arrives.¡± ¡°How soon must the antidote be administered.¡± ¡°I''ve no idea, really, I don''t think anyone''s been hit by a full dose of it for centuries. However, the type of dart with which I hit him is not intended to be fatal in humans, and making the antidote will take me some time.¡± ¡°Could you describe what you have hit him with?¡± ¡°It is a fast acting pain inducer that we carry to warn off large predators, such as sharks or killer whales. It convinces these animals that we make bad prey and makes rapid motion extremely painful, but does not prevent it. The pain starts at the point the dart hits and then spreads through the body without any noticeable reduction in intensity, before fading after a few hours. A certain amount of numbness and joint inflammation may follow. The antidote is intended for when people accidentally prick themselves while preparing the darts, it is said to limit the spread and speed the passing of the pain and reduce the inflammation, but given the dose he got and the delay in administration, for all I know it might not be much more effective than taking a couple of aspirin tablets.¡± The man, on hearing this, lunged at Ruth with his dagger. It was made clumsy by the burst of pain it triggered, and she easily stepped aside as she darted him. ¡°Dispatcher, the prisoner has just tried to attack me, and earned himself a muscle relaxant dart. So, I''ll go make the antidote in case it does help.¡± ¡°Could you make sure his breather is properly attached?¡± ¡°Of course.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, Mars Ruth had typed a quick message to Atlantis, advising Karella what had happened, but Karella had obviously heard by other means, given how quickly she responded. [Ruth, how are you?] [There are always sharks, your majesty. This time there were two and they had two legs. I''ve hurt my face knocking my breather mask off to shoot them, but physically I''m OK.] [Emotionally?] [I''d come to think of Mars as a fairly safe place. They thought to steal the secrets of the pod and its cargo.] [So you are now more under threat.] [Yes.] [Boris has space for six in his craft. He will not come alone.] [Thank you, majesty.] [Call me Karella, Ruth. They were Russian?] [So one said, who believed he had been hit by a death-dart, rather than a warning dart.] [Russia have been slow in negotiating peace. I will investigate myself, but there will be repercussions.] [Do not start a war for my sake, Karella.] [Not just for your sake, no. But we do not issue empty threats, and our ambassadors bear our honour. I will see how far up the chain of command this went, and decide on what is an appropriate response.] [My credentials have not been formally presented yet, majesty,] Ruth pointed out. [This is true, and I will bear it in mind. Now, you do have a personal forcefield.] [I have not found out which box yet.] [The one that was under the darts, which I presume you have found, if you have been darting sharks.] [Yes, majesty.] [Karella!] Karella corrected [What happened to your boyfriend?] [I sent him back to work, once we''d moved the biggest boxes. I am curious about what they contain, Karella.] [Do you have restrictions on what you build on your claim?] [No...] [I do not like the thought that your dome could be so easily breached. So I ask that you go to the largest box. It is a small crystal extruder. It will need programming of course, and feeding rock, but there are instructions. The long box with a square cross-section has a number of forcefield doors, I expect your boyfriend will be able to connect them to a control panel that is like people expect there. I want you to have a wall around your claim, so people must ask to enter, and when you have your wall, I ask that you show to Mars a little of our city. Dig down for rock, don''t use your regolith. Your living dome already contains an underground portion, does it not?] [Yes, Karella] [I ask that you make a lower level to that, and from that tunnels to the corners of your plot. I ask you plan for yourself an underground pool, for recreation, and underground sleeping chambers to protect you and others in case of a big storm, and underground storage chambers for the secrets of the deep. Do not worry about moving all that rock yourself, you will see a rock lifter in another package. And with the rock you dig, I ask that you make a crystal dome for your home, and also a tower, which will be the offices of our embassy. Not as tall as at home, of course, you do not need a hundred levels, after all.] [I don''t know if my claim is large enough, Karella. Like most people, I have split it, with different parts in different places.] [I know, and you have a legal duty you have not done yet. Inform the council that you have just been told your shipment contains three and a half kilos of gold jewelery, in with your clothes and equipment.] [We may not trade gold with landmen!] [No. But we may trade it government to government for permanent resources. Ask the council to consider whether a state can purchase a claim. Ask if there is any law that would prevent me, or more likely one of my daughters, visiting Mars on a ship like Boris''s, to record a claim and purchase more. If I calculate correctly, the gold we have shipped is sufficient to purchase a claim larger than Atlantis. The High Council consider that a supremely good investment, assuming the Mars council are happy.]
Mars Council offices. Frisol, 17th September. ¡°Hello, Ruth. Please accept our heartfelt regret for what happened.¡± Claudia said as Ruth entered. ¡°Thank you. I''m informed by my monarch that steps will be taken on Earth, and we do not seek to interfere in any way with the legal processes here.¡± ¡°Thank you. But you said you had something else to discuss?¡± ¡°I do, yes. My queen has urm... sent me some surprises in the package. One is a small version of the machine we use to build walls on Atlantis, and I''d just like to check that there''s no problem with building on my claim with something considerably more permanent than plastic.¡± ¡°None at all.¡± ¡°Any restrictions on excavating? My queen wants me to have somewhere I can swim and hide from storms at the same time, which is nice of her.¡± ¡°Well, if your field dome or a visiting MarsMobile crashes down into the tunnel, then it''s your fault. And you pay for the water, of course.¡± ¡°Understood, but we might be able to do something clever to get it out of the rocks.¡± ¡°Oh yes? Well, none of that''s a problem then. Get someone to work out what size of arches and things the bed-rock can support, that''s my advice. It sounds like a lot of concrete.¡± ¡°Thank you. But I''ll probably use my extruder machine for that too. Now... what about building a hundred meter tall fairytale tower, about the same diameter as a house dome? I assume that eventually it''d need booster pumps and stuff to connect up plumbing to the top floors, and have a lift put in.¡± ¡°Very funny.¡± ¡°Serious. Back home the tallest ones are more like five hundred meters tall, but although it is intended to wow people a bit, we don''t want to get silly about things, do we? Even this one is probably going to be three-quarters empty anyway. It''ll be for embassy offices, we''d have underground storm shelters of course.¡± ¡°You''re serious?¡± ¡°Before I came, I chucked a few lumps of rock into the wall machine. It moaned about not having enough to process properly and I told it to shut up and do a thin quality control sample. It came up with this.¡± ''This'' was a sheet of crystal a centimeter thick, and the size of a large book. ¡°It''s warm.¡± ¡°Insulating, anyway. Feel free to hit it with a hammer you don''t mind breaking, or ask the university if they''ve got anything that''ll scratch it other than a cutting laser or explosives. I think this is all called demonstrating the merchandise.¡± ¡°You''re showing what your people can do on your own claim to help convince us you can deliver?¡± ¡°I guess so. But my queen didn''t like the sound of one guy with an arrow making a hole in my home, either.¡± ¡°OK, right... Legal-wise, you can''t make any shadow on anyone else''s field dome during noon plus or minus two hours, nor may you cause a shadow for any five hours during the day. That''s any field dome that exists or has been contracted for before you formally submit your plans, but since you almost certainly will be casting shadows on land outside your claim, it''d be wise to make sure you talk to the neighbours anyway, to make sure they''ve not got plans that aren''t contracted yet.¡± ¡°OK. Now, the other thing, which I''ve just been told about but not actually witnessed myself, is that hidden amongst my clothes, my queen has put some gold jewelery.¡± ¡°So you''re declaring an unknown quantity of gold?¡± ¡°I''m told it''s three and a half kilos. But I don''t know if that means roughly, or three thousand five hundred grams.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°My queen has plans, it seems. I guess she''s taking a long view, and thinking that maybe a few hundred years or even a thousand years from now, Earth might become a difficult place for Mer to continue living. She acknowledges that under Martian Law, companies can only have installations, and people can have claims, but asks if there is any law about a state seeking a claim? Or a head of state visiting and making a claim which might be considered to be on behalf of their people. If that was permitted, and I don''t really think it could be denied under the law at the moment, certainly not assuming they have descendants, would it also be possible for, say, one of the royal princesses to make the trip in a ship like my cousin is working on in order to make such a claim? She doesn''t say, but I guess the question continues: if so, could a duly appointed ambassador already here do so? She points out the fact that for the past few hundred years we''ve been living in a dome two kilometres across, with fishing and farming outside it, and that even though gold is a strategic resource for our people, we would consider three and a half kilos of gold a very reasonable exchange for enough Martian land to build a place the size of Atlantis.¡± ¡°There''s a lot to think about there.¡± ¡°Yes. I assure you we''re not interested in your guesses, but in formal treaties with the council. But she has instructed me that if I needed to buy a few more hectares for the embassy, then I am to use some of that gold.¡± ¡°Why send jewelery, rather than flakes, or nuggets or bullion?¡± ¡°My guess, and only my guess, is that if I am not to sell it then I am to wear some of it, and the princess of the outer Mer also. I also expect that if there is to be a trade of gold for land, then the actual trade will take place with flakes or nuggets.¡± ¡°So this is... a show of wealth and power as well?¡± ¡°A demonstration of good intent, that we do not bluff or offer what we cannot deliver.¡± ¡°You realise that if we allow Atlantis to buy up bits of Mars, then other states will want to do so too.¡± ¡°Yes. We also know that our total stocks of gold are far less than the stocks of India or Russia, for example. This is why we as individuals may not trade it: it is far too important for our lives. My knife, for example, is coated in a gold-containing alloy, our submarines also.¡± ¡°I wonder if gold is a good thing to trade then. As you say, it is a scarce resource that other nations have far more of.¡± ¡°That is true.¡± ¡°Perhaps, then, assuming your cousin''s spaceship flies, you would be interested in trading land for Mer on Mars for some spaceships that could take our ambassadors to and from Earth. Because that is surely something that only you can offer us at the moment, and so does not set a dangerous precedent. We have no desire to find ourselves required to sell a Firster''s claim of Martian territory to any country that can find half a tonne of gold. Even if their head of state bought that much with them.¡± ¡°Thank you, Councillor. I''m sure we can negotiate along those lines, and I apologise on behalf of her Majesty for the embarrassing quantity of gold she sent.¡± ¡°I just hope you''ve got it somewhere safe.¡± ¡°So do I,¡± Ruth agreed. Effects of Openness / Ch. 14:Ceremonies

Effects of Openness / Ch. 14:Ceremonies

Church hall, Satursol, 18th September, 10.50am. ¡°I must say... the vows that James and Margaret took were a little more complex than I''d expected.¡± Alice commented to Ruth after the wedding ceremony. ¡°Yes. It''s was certainly not a traditional set from my point of view. But it does reflect what we''d expect to happen if there is trouble, so I think even my cousin Lara would approve.¡± ¡°I liked the bit about the church supporting them, too.¡± ¡°I''m very glad that Tom told people to think about whether they''d be able to live up to the words beforehand, and not make them lightly.¡± ¡°I wasn''t sure I could vow to it all, actually.¡± ¡°No, not as ambassador, or even his superior. You wouldn''t want to, I''m sure, there might be some time you needed to assign them to tasks that separate them for a bit.¡± ¡°I guess so. I had wondered why James told me yesterday I shouldn''t make vows I might not be able to keep, but it makes sense.¡± ¡°Party now?¡± Heather asked. ¡°Little party now, Heather,¡± Simon said, ¡°but Mummy, James, Margaret and Ruth have to be at another thing. The proper party is after that.¡± ¡°I like parties,¡± Heather said.
Council meeting room, Satursol, 18th September, 2pm. ¡°I hereby conclude the presentation to the council of my credentials,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Be formally welcomed, your excellency.¡± ¡°My first act as accredited ambassador is to present to the Martian-born Mer princess, Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah, princess of the Outer Mer, a coronet symbolising her status. It is in no way to be confused with her crown, of course. May that stay forever laid aside, and the Mer people united. Personally I think the coronet is much prettier, anyway. I also present to her some other symbolic gifts: a stylus representing the unchanging laws which govern all Mer, a shark-tooth necklace representing her right to decide which sharks are dangerous and defend herself and others against them, on the necklace are also a pearl and an iron nut, representing that values of things change, while the value of life remains. When they get here, I will also present to her a copy of the scriptures in the Mer language, brought to us by a land-man, representing that like herself, the things we value most sometimes come from outside our community, and the great seal of the Outer Mer, hers by right of descent.¡± ¡°Thank you, your excellency.¡± Hathellah said. ¡°Also, without in any way prejudging the judicial process on Mars, let it be known that following recent events here, there will be a hiatus of not less than three years on all treaty negotiations between Atlantis and Russia. During this time, Russian ships will be allowed continued free passage on the high seas, but any aggressive act towards other shipping will be taken as further evidence that the leadership of that country puts unworthy persons in positions of authority and met with an appropriate reaction. Let it also be known that, other than those currently present, no Russian politician, diplomat or military person of rank higher than a commander of ten will be permitted to enter Atlantis.¡± ¡°Do we take it that someone gave orders that have upset their own government?¡± The Chinese ambassador asked. ¡°Orders were given, your excellency. You will have to ask the Russians who exactly was outraged beyond their foreign ministry and their ambassador to Atlantis. Since there was, at that time a certain ambiguity about my status, and I came to no harm, her Majesty allowed herself to be convinced that a more forgiving stance than a full declaration of interdiction was appropriate.¡± ¡°A declaration of interdiction?¡± Alice asked. ¡°A declaration of interdiction is one that states their warships will not be harmed as long as they stay in harbour, your excellency. It is a few steps below an outright embargo, where we would permit no traffic to their sea ports except what had come directly from their own river ports, and that of course is a few steps below limited war.¡± ¡°Limited war?¡± the Chinese ambassador asked. ¡°We did not engage in full scale war even during the times of the Romans. We never attacked their cities or those who stayed away from the coasts. We are a peace-loving people who have no desire to annihilate innocents.¡± ¡°But your antimatter bombs...¡± the Chinese ambassador asked. ¡°Are a deterrent. We have one antimatter bomb, deep under Atlantis protected by a number of forcefields, that could be triggered manually. The rest are a fully automatic system. I do not believe we could trigger them without destroying Atlantis.¡± This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. ¡°The prisoners allege you stated your pod might be protected by an antimatter-based boobytrap,¡± Claudia said. ¡°I do not know. It is probably fusion, but I know that one byproduct of fusion is positrons, and other nuclear processes produce anti-protons and anti-neutrons. It is entirely plausible that a few milligrams of antimatter were included in the design. Fusion can be electrically initiated, but you need some energy source to start it, and for all that it''s hard to recharge, you can''t beat a little pile antimatter for energy density.¡± ¡°You''re saying that you routinely use small quantities of antimatter?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yes. You /still/ routinely use batteries that''ll catch fire if you bend them the wrong way, we routinely use minuscule quantities of antimatter in microscopic forcefields that you can''t bend. I know which one I''d prefer in my pocket or on my wrist. Don''t worry, you''re catching up fast. That''s one reason we decided we couldn''t hide much longer ¡ª you''re probably only a decade or so from the storage technology. It''s just the public acceptance you''ll need to work on, as well as issues like can you persuade yourselves not to ever use it as weapons. Or, alternatively, work out that it is much safer for everyone if you make sure the inventors can have a nice swim, find themselves a girlfriend, and play with making the forcefield glow pretty colours, rather than design antimatter loaded bullets and the like.¡± Hathellah decided she''d ask Ruth later if she was talking about Boris there. Ruth decided Hathellah should ask Boris, not her. ¡°You''re saying that you have designs for antimatter-loaded bullets?¡± Mack asked. ¡°I''m saying that if you can make explosive-loaded bullets,¡± Ruth said ¡°some overly foolish scientist might decide that a sniper-shot that could deliver a kiloton-blast might be just what the general ordered. The wise scientist would talk to their monarch about getting such orders rescinded, preemptively in an ideal case. That way they would make sure no one could ever have a stuck-round event capable of taking out the barracks and the surrounding countryside. It is very simple, council members, your excellencies. Mars has set a good example of banning firearms, I wonder if Earth''s governments could be persuaded to place an absolute ban on the use of antimatter as an explosive. Alternatively, perhaps Mars and Atlantis should work together at keeping advanced forcefield technology away from Earth governments until they do. I know some results have been published, but neither landfolk not Marsfolk possess antimatter technology yet, and perhaps Mars scientists should self-censor until such time as Earth governments stop thinking that war is a good strategy.¡± ¡°You say that, but you have just been speaking of interdicting military vessels, which is a violation of long standing rights.¡± The ambassador of China said. ¡°I believe, madam ambassador, that your government has agreed in principle to the Mer claim to rule the seas, and thus the rights you have ignorantly presumed over the past few hundred years are secondary to our right to have peace in our territory. Would you not say that the sensible teacher, faced with a child who thinks with their fists, should be prepared to walk beside the child during playtime to make sure they remember to play nicely, and point out that if they cannot, then what will happen might include tying their wrists together or banning them from the playground?¡± ¡°An interesting analogy,¡± she observed. ¡°If I might push it further, I believe it would be an unusual child who refuses to learn to stop punching his classmates until you''ve cut both their arms off, and what I trust is your disgust at the idea of performing that operation would be akin to our distaste for limited war.¡± ¡°You then consider yourselves our teachers?¡± ¡°Perhaps the analogy is not good on that point, but we do currently have the power to influence your behaviour in, under or above the sea, we do have a very long history of not going to war, and we do not make empty threats or promises. The blunt wording at the end of my credentials is traditional, but let it be firmly understood that my queen means it: an attack upon my person will be considered an attack against her majesty. There will be consequences.¡±
Wedding reception hall, 5pm ¡°I wondered why there was a pile of plastic knives over there,¡± Alice said to Simon, ¡°Now we know.¡± ¡°Yes, I notice Ruth and Margaret have real ones.¡± ¡°Margaret told me there was very traditional dance that Ruth''s been teaching her and Hathellah, I didn''t know it involved so much high speed sharp metal.¡± There was very little chance of anyone deciding to take a short cut across the dance floor during this dance; Every fifth beat, the three of them would spin round with their knives out at arms length. Ruth and James had recorded the music earlier. ¡°Hmm, I notice that Robert is looking rather nervous.¡± Simon said, ¡°Does that mean that there''s a role for men in the dance?¡± ¡°Margaret did call it a couple dance.¡± ¡°So who''s Hathellah going to dance with?¡± ¡°She asked if she could borrow you.¡± Simon looked at his wife in shock, ¡°I hope you didn''t say yes.¡± ¡°I know your thoughts on the matter, Simon, so I said you''d prefer not to.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°Anyway, I want to dance with you myself.¡± The music changed, and Ruth and Margaret spun to their partners with their knives held at their hips. Hathellah spun to the side of the room, and began to clap to the beat. What followed next was rather like a waltz. Margaret, Simon noted, swapped her knife to her left hand, so it was held between James'' hand and hers, but Ruth kept hers at her hip, in her right hand. ¡°Do I take it that there''s some kind of symbolism about Ruth''s dagger being positioned ready to carve out Robert''s tripes, whereas Margaret''s is held jointly?¡± ¡°Probably,¡± Alice agreed. ¡°No wonder he looks nervous. Did you seen Ruth''s little demonstration of steel-whittling?¡± ¡°Yes. Heather told me she''d asked Ruth for one for Christmas.¡± ¡°Eek.¡± Simon said. ¡°Not as eek as Ruth''s answer, if you ask me.¡± ¡°What was it?¡± ¡°She said ''Not until you''re at least four, and maybe even six or seven.'' And Heather accepted that.¡± ¡°Uh oh.¡± Simon said. ¡°Exactly. She meant four to seven. What do you think of having a daughter who can use deadly force to defend herself?¡± ¡°It''s got its plus points. Ruth''s offered to train her?¡± ¡°Yes, I''ve been meaning to ask you.¡± ¡°I think accept.¡± ¡°OK. Now, let''s get a plastic knife and join in the dance. It looks fun.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 15: Trial

Effects of Openness / Ch. 15:Trial

Mars Council courtroom, Monsol 20th September, 3pm ¡°The defendant pleads guilty to the charge of attempted wounding,¡± the defense lawyer said, ¡°and accidental damage to life support equipment. However, he contends that the response to his attempt was of unbridled cruelty and that the so-called confession should be struck from the record as it was obtained under conditions of torture and deprivation of medical assistance.¡± ¡°Please expand on the medical assistance of which he was deprived,¡± Mack said. ¡°The ambassador clearly expected a certain level of pain relief from the administration of the muscle relaxant, however she only administered that medical aid after she had obtained the confession and after a further threat of violence from my client at the treatment being withheld.¡± ¡°You then, accuse the ambassador of perjury regarding her uncertainty whether the muscle relaxant would in any way aid the prisoner, her concern that the administration of the muscle relaxant might render more effective painkillers dangerous, and furthermore make it practically impossible for the prisoner to swallow the antidote that the ambassador made for the prisoner, as indeed happened?¡± ¡°The ambassador stated she had no idea how effective the antidote would be, either.¡± ¡°But she expected it to have some help. You have not yet responded to the question regarding the charge of perjury.¡± ¡°I do not accuse the ambassador or perjury.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± Ruth said, having just been shuddering at what that might do to Mars-Atlantis relations. ¡°But you do accuse her of cruelty?¡± ¡°I state my client''s opinion.¡± ¡°Madam ambassador, it''s a little irregular, but would you like to respond?¡± ¡°First, I would like to ask the prisoner what he believed about the dart that hit him at the time of being shot, and why he believed it.¡± ¡°I thought it was poison.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because you''d been heard saying you had poison darts for self-defence purposes.¡± ¡°So, you believed I was carrying lethal darts.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°How much time elapsed between you being hit and your colleague being hit with muscle relaxant?¡± ¡°Maybe five minutes.¡± ¡°How much time elapsed between your colleague being hit and you hearing that the dart was not, in fact lethal?¡± ¡°About a minute.¡± ¡°Once you found out that you would not die, you tried to attack me, did you not?¡± ¡°Couldn''t.¡± ¡°I didn''t suggest you succeeded. How soon did you try to attack me after me saying the antidote might not be more effective than taking an aspirin?¡± ¡°Immediately.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°I was angry, you''d got me to talk for nothing.¡± ¡°Who initially suggested the trade of information for the antidote?¡± ¡°I did.¡± ¡°In my conversation with the dispatcher, what was stopping me from going to make it for you earlier?¡± ¡°You didn''t want me escaping?¡± ¡°Why didn''t I tie you up?¡± ¡°I''m stronger than you.¡± ¡°And?¡± ¡°I was armed.¡± ¡°Could you have thrown away your weapons?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Did you?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Did you at any time ask that I dart you with muscle relaxant?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Did me darting you with muscle relaxant ease your pain?¡± ¡°Not much.¡± ¡°Did the antidote help, once the doctors had managed to force some down your throat?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Who stopped me from making the antidote for the longest time?¡± ¡°Koschev.¡± ¡°Who?¡± ¡°Lieutenant Koschev.¡± ¡°That being the name of your colleague?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Your honours,¡± Ruth addressed the Council, ¡°The prisoner has just described the reduction in pain offered by the antidote as more effective than that of the muscle relaxant, and he earlier described the antidote as ''nothing''. "I think we''ve just learnt that he did not believe the muscle relaxant was in any way medication, and that if anyone is to blame for the delay in medication, that person is the man the prisoner called Lieutenant Koschev. "I therefore conclude that the so-called delay in providing medication was no more than a legal ploy to obtain a reduction in sentence. I would be interested to know if it was suggested by the lawyer. I also feel that his testimony has also cast doubt on the plea of intent to wound, as he believed I was carrying a lethal distance weapon and I understand that his arrow would have pierced my heart had I not reacted to his decision to shoot me.¡± ¡°The issue of torture has been raised and not addressed,¡± Mack said. ¡°The attackers were not aware that I had changed my darts. They believed they were poisoned, the man named as Lieutenant Koschev continued to press his attack. I probably implied there was an antidote, but I believe I only stated there was one to the dispatcher, after I''d darted the second assailant. I have stated that I had deep misgivings about using the poisoned darts of my people, and in those statements I made no mention of an antidote. I will state publicly that the only response I know of to being shot with the darts that they believed they were facing is an immediate isolation of the wound and amputation. Immediate as in about fifteen seconds. If I had not picked up the blowpipe and darts that my queen left me in the cargo pod, the prisoner would, I am fully convinced, now be dead, had I managed to shoot them. The blow pipe is, however, a short-range weapon. I have not tested the range of the one I brought with me, but it is primarily a musical instrument. I judged that the assailants were only just within effective range of that pipe, and I knew I facing a weapon of much superior range. My queen sent to me a loaded blow-pipe without finger-holes ¡ª that is to say a blow-pipe which of greater range which can be used to make a few notes but you''d not call it a musical instrument. It was loaded with the dart we called a warning dart, which I knew was rarely fatal. I had conducted the tricky procedure to safely remove the death-dart from my own pipe, and replaced it with a muscle inhibitor, but I had not carried out that procedure with the long-range blowpipe. Thus, faced with two attackers, at least one with a powerful bow, I decided to use the pipe with a longer range.¡± ¡°So you state that you considered yourself to have no real choice.¡± ¡°I had a choice, which would have put me at greater peril, and I had no doubt that they had intended to ambush me and kill me. However, I am sworn to tell the whole truth and so I will state that there was a secondary point that I considered. It was that if they thought that one had been poisoned it might bring the second assailant to surrender, without further risk. Indeed I offered such a surrender to the second assailant. However, he stated that he had a gun and was not the assailant''s friend. By which I took it to mean that he didn''t care if he lived or died.¡± ¡°You present yourself, then, as making a rational choice, and making a choice of which of your available weapons was best.¡± ¡°That is the nature of a Mer under threat, sir. We are not genetically the same as you, nor is our upbringing. I don''t know which is dominant but our reaction to adrenaline is never flight, but to attack the threat. I have been trained for self-defence against wild animals and attacking humans since soon after I could walk. I first found myself confronted with a shark intending to take my life when I was thirteen, armed only with a knife. I killed it as I had been trained. I have defended myself and others on numerous occasions since, on very few of them did I have anything to hide behind. As I have been trained, when not under a threat so immediate that such a delay could cost me my life, I spent perhaps a second choosing the weapon that presented the least risk to myself and others around me, and since delay brings danger and possible reinforcements, to return the situation to normal as quickly as possible.¡± ¡°Thank you, Madam ambassador,¡± Mack said, ¡°for your total honesty. It would be most pleasant if everyone who entered this court room spoke the whole truth as they were sworn to. The Council will decide on this matter of deliberate causing of pain as a strategic option. Let us turn to the matter of the prisoner''s confession of ''intention to wound,'' I understand this as an admission that he deliberately shot an arrow at the ambassador. Is there any contention that the arrow was not capable of causing death?¡± The trial continued.
Atlantis Embassy, 6pm ¡°Robert, can I have a hug?¡± Ruth asked as he knocked on the door. ¡°Debate is cancelled and I feel sick.¡± ¡°About the trial?¡± Robert asked, ¡°or the cancelled debate?¡± ¡°The trial, which made Claudia suggest the debate be cancelled. I''m basically being accused of using a weapon intended to torture when I didn''t need to, and my people of being barbarians.¡± ¡°Hold on, who''s on trial?¡± ¡°Officially, the guy who tried to kill me, and the other guy who said he wanted to kill me but didn''t actually shoot, and therefore says ''oh no, your honour, I just said I had a gun to stop her from shooting me like she did my bosom buddy.'' That being the man he casually declared could die as far as he was concerned. And because I''m a truthsayer, the defence lawyer is claiming that no truthsayer can be said to be unbiased in the case.¡± ¡°The lawyer is trying every nasty trick he can to save their lives, isn''t he?¡± ¡°And make me out to be a homicidal maniac who needs to be locked up for the protection of Martian society.¡± ¡°Hmm. I wonder how long he''s been on Mars.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°Those sound like typical jit earthling lawyer techniques to me. I am a long way from being a lawyer, but I suggest you think of the ways his assumptions and arguments are pure jit-splurt, and also stop thinking you need to counter all his arguments yourself. Get a Martian lawyer. Since he''s been throwing accusations around like that, you''ve got that right.¡± ¡°Got any recommendations?¡± ¡°I bet my dad can give some. Oh, and if he''s impugning the honesty of truthsayers, then I reckon someone ought to get the association up in arms. Can I do that? Please?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Ruth said, starting to feeling better.
Mars Council court, Tuesol 21st September, 2pm ¡°Honoured council members,¡± Benjamin (Jimmy) Durrel said, from behind his truthsayer mask, ¡°I hear this jit of a lawyer thinks that its perfectly acceptable to libel the entire association of truthsayers as willing accomplices to perjury. Therefore, while I''d personally vote to see how many of Ruth''s little ouch darts he can catch in his privates before he stops polluting my planet, I understand that the formal procedure is to seek to have him struck off the legal register for gross incompetence, while at the same time suing him for slander and libel, and of course breach of a truthsayer''s inalienable right to privacy.¡± ¡°How do you reach the final conclusion?¡± ¡°She was under oath to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and he had the temerity to ask her if she was a truthsayer, a question which had no bearing on the case in point, unless of course he was fully planning to commit the aforementioned slander.¡± ¡°We should have caught that, Mack.¡± Claudia said. ¡°Dropped the ball indeed,¡± Mack acknowledged, ¡°Right, all in favour of allowing the complaint?¡± It was unanimous. ¡°Right, Mr Earthling lawyer,¡± Mack said, ¡°you have trampled on a jit''s right to privacy. In some ways, that''s even worse than trampling on a Martian''s right to privacy, because the poor jit didn''t know she could object to the question. So, either you committed a crime in a planned attempt to commit an act of libel, or you didn''t know the law. Which one was it?¡± ¡°I... urm... I''m not ready to answer that accusation, may I seek counsel?¡± ¡°Sounds like an admission that he knew just what he was doing to me.¡± Claudia said. ¡°Or he''s trying to work out which one has the biggest punishment,¡± Raul pointed out, ¡°because he doesn''t know the law.¡± ¡°Either,¡± Claudia added. ¡°Good point. You mentioned incompetence as well, truthsayer?¡± ¡°Far be it from me to talk about stuff I''m not very familiar with,¡± Jimmy said, ¡°so I''ll hand that question to the expert next to the lady ambassador.¡± ¡°Partly it comes down to the red-herring of torture that he wasted a lot of court time on yesterday,¡± Brian, the lawyer Robert''s father had recommended, said. ¡°Your honours will remember, I''m sure, the question of whether exposure constituted torture or not, and the formal definition of torture that was developed: deliberately causing pain for no legitimate motive. This prohibited causing pain for the extraction of information because of the right to privacy, and for revenge, because there is no legal right of personal revenge, but it allowed the legitimate executions of the state to be carried out. The claim that the lady ambassador tortured the guy who she had every reason to fear was trying to kill her is absurd. She had a very legitimate motive for darting the guy: self defence. Therefore, it cannot have been torture. And if a citizen withholding of air from a dangerous criminal who seeks entry to their dome is not an offence, how can withholding treatment to a guy who''s just tried to kill you be? I therefore move that this so-called lawyer be struck off as the worst kind of bullying shyster who does not know the laws of the planet.¡± If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡°Sounds conclusive to me.¡± Claudia said. ¡°Do I have the right to respond?¡± ¡°I don''t think he knows the law very well, does he?¡± Mack asked the other judges. ¡°Nope,¡± Raul agreed. The other councillors agreed. ¡°Your right to practice law is hereby revoked unless or until you can demonstrate that you know the laws of the planet. The minimum period of three years will apply, unless anyone votes for higher.¡± ¡°May I suggest more like five years?¡± Brian said, ¡°Given the demonstrated spread of his ignorance, the number of and nature of the allegations and insinuations he''s made from that privileged position and the importance of the case.¡± A quick discussion among the judges resulted in the period being set at six years. ¡°Can we deal with the issue of the privacy breach, slander and libel?¡± Mack asked. ¡°Given that, at his request the court record has been published already,¡± Brian said, ¡°I believe that the relevant response needs to be measured in hectares. Plus of course there are the thinly veiled allegations of perjury and dishonourable intentions against the honourable and duly accredited ambassador, which I feel need redressing.¡± ¡°Might I ask, madam ambassador,¡± Claudia said ¡°how the allegations made you feel for the future negotiations between our governments?¡± ¡°They made me fear that there might be no negotiations, if the poisonous allegations enter the public psyche, then my people would not be welcome on Mars and any action we took to try to repair relationships would be viewed as with extreme cynicism.¡± ¡°Thank you, madam ambassador,¡± Mack said, ¡°I agree, and am therefore of a mind to consider the public accusations of ill intent against the lady ambassador as politicised attacks on future cooperation between Mars and Atlantis. The Russian link of course adds further credence to that idea. That actually makes it trickier, I think, because he''s probably going to accuse us of stringing him up for political reasons, when it''s really just a case of him getting his just deserts.¡± ¡°There is plenty of case history we can point to that indicates that the damages for published slanderous libel is half a cubic metre of well rotted compost or five cubic metres of proven topsoil.¡± Claudia said, ¡°How many truthsayers are there in the association these days?¡± ¡°Forty-three.¡± Jimmy reported. ¡°Right, Anyone think they shouldn''t each expect the normal amount of compensation?¡± Claudia asked. No one did. The trembling ex-lawyer asked ¡°But I do not have that much compost or proven top-soil. Might I pay in kilos?¡± ¡°You may pay a hundred kilos per instance.¡± Claudia said, ¡°But I doubt you have that much either, do you?¡± ¡°No.¡± he said. ¡°So, you may elect to pay debt of compost in installments,¡± Mack said ¡°at a rate of not less that twenty percent each year, in which case your debt to the individuals will increase at a rate of ten percent interest per annum, compound. You may alternatively elect to settle all or part of your debt in hectares: one hectare being deemed equivalent to half a cubic metre of well-rotted compost. The court does not require an immediate answer in how you intend to pay, but you must enter a sworn deposition before the end of tomorrow.¡± ¡°Regarding the issue of deliberately invading privacy, and that private information being subsequently published, the case law is also clear.¡± Brian said. ¡°Indeed,¡± Mack said, ¡°ten hectares.¡± ¡°So, your honours are left with the politically charged issue of the insults, accusations and insinuations leveled at my client,¡± Brian said. ¡°I wonder how Mer law might settle such an issue?¡± Claudia asked. ¡°He directly insulted my personal honour and character, and the honour of her Majesty''s government in sending me the warning darts. He also insinuated insults against the honour and reputation of all Mer. There has not been such a case for many centuries, but in the pre-Christian past laws were passed that provided for trial by combat in cases of honour, and these ancient laws have not been repealed. Alternatively, where there was little doubt, the law provided that the motivations of the insulter be tested by ordeal ¡ª normally swimming some distance in shark-infested waters. But these laws are from our barbaric past, and the accusation has been made that we are a barbaric people still. I am sure that his blood on my knife would merely lend credibility to those accusations, and in any case, he is too unskilled to make it anything but instant slaughter. Nor do I seek he be subjected to exposure, for no life was under threat, and of course, practically speaking he cannot pay compensation for libel if he is dead. I conclude with the thought that the ancient laws of my people would not treat this weak man who spreads poisonous words as though he were an adult Mer.¡± ¡°Madam ambassador, you would not, then, be upset if we enter his various insults as further counts of libel?¡± Claudia asked. ¡°I would not,¡± Ruth said, ¡°provided he makes no attempt to repeat them.¡± ¡°If he does,¡± Mack said, ¡°then he would be in contempt of court, and he would find himself paying double damages as well as a fine.¡± ¡°I find myself quite reassured,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Right, Brian, please look at the transcript and see how many clearly distinct libelous accusations he''s made against the ambassador and her people, this jit can quibble over numbers some other time but right now I want to get him out of our sight and move onto the scum he was defending. Any objections?¡± Mack asked the other judges. No one had any objections.
Mars Council court, Tuesol 21st September, 3.50pm ¡°Final questions for the prisoner.¡± Mack said, ¡°You carried out the attack under orders, is that correct?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°You are a soldier in the special forces of the Empire of Russia?¡± ¡°I was.¡± ¡°Was?¡± Mack asked. ¡°I heard yesterday that the general I was under has been court-martialed, the unit dissolved, my status disavowed, my pension evaporated, and I have been given a dishonourable discharge for obeying orders. Five years of my life, I have lived peacefully on Mars. Is nice place, I make friends, I think army have forgotten me, I meet nice girls. Then I am given some orders they say I must obey, when I just want to dig my potatoes. I ask division. Really, I must attack new ambassador? General says of course obey orders, or shame and dishonour, and no pension, no return to home. I obey orders and I get shot with what I think is deadly poison, told by lady to make my peace with God when there is no proper priest on this whole planet, so how do I do that? Koschev tells her I can die and he doesn''t care, and now I am given dishonorable discharge and probably go to mount Olympus, yes? It would have been better to earn dishonorable discharge by punching Koschev until he goes away. Much more fun than getting shot. Then I could be harvesting my potatoes and asking nice girl to be my wife.¡± ¡°Truth,¡± Jimmy declared. ¡°Your honours,¡± Ruth addressed the judges, thinking of all she''d heard in the last few hours. ¡°We Mer have a very simple attitude to a shark who has been dangerous but now wants to mend its ways and live in peace; no matter if that shark has no legs or two. We let it. I think if you allow this man to live he will not be any threat to anyone, except to someone who tries to make him leave his potatoes or who wishes to harm his wife or children.¡± ¡°You suggest that all charges be dropped against him, madam ambassador? Just like that?¡± ¡°I do not seek to interfere with due process, I merely state that I do not believe there is a benefit to locking away a man and making him a drain on society when he could be contributing to it, if he is no longer a threat, as I believe we have learnt here.¡± ¡°There is no question that he did endanger life.¡± Mack said. ¡°But I see Ruth''s point.¡± Claudia said, ¡°the character witnesses we''ve heard say it was only when Koschev turned up they even suspected he might not be a civilian, and he was heard to argue with Koschev on a number of occasions.¡± Addressing the prisoner she asked, ¡°Mr Gorbachev, what was the nature of those arguments?¡± ¡°About Koschev''s idea.¡± The prisoner said, ¡°Koschev''s bad idea. I tell him this, he tell me shut up. I complain to division, say what about Geneva convention? They say Mer not signed, Mars not signed, convention does not apply, so I must obey orders. I glad I not soldier now. Mars is home.¡± ¡°Truth.¡± Jimmy confirmed. ¡°I believe there is something we need to look at there, council members.¡± Mack said, ¡°If countries think their military personnel can act differently on Mars than they would elsewhere.¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Raul agreed, ¡°Let us confer,¡± Mack said, and they withdrew to a small room. A few minutes later, Mack read the verdict. ¡°The acts of the prisoner, Vasili Gorbachev led to the endangering of life. That is clear, and not disputed. However, the prisoner has stated under oath and has witnesses to the effect that he did not approve of the orders he was given, but thought he had no legal ground on which to refuse them, either under international law or that of his home judicial system. As a soldier trained to infiltrate another states boundaries it is clear that he felt no particular reluctance to take life or to break the laws of his nation of residence. The council agrees with the ambassador of Atlantis that the prisoner is not now a threat to Martian society. However, we cannot leave his actions unpunished. Within one week, the prisoner must choose either imprisonment for ten years or to be exposed. If he chooses exposure he will be exposed without food, screamer, or communication device at a distance of one hundred and fifty kilometres from a place of safety. Should in any way he attempt to force another to help him, or force entry to a dome, then his life will be forfeit. If he accepts transport before he has reached the designated place of safety, then his exposure will be considered null and void and will be repeated. He may, however accept any food, drink, or temporary shelter in a non-moving vehicle for up to one hour, provided these are offered freely, without any expectation of direct or indirect benefit to the person who offers.¡± ¡°Does the prisoner understand these conditions perfectly?¡± Claudia asked. ¡°No. If friend helps, is allowed?¡± ¡°We really need to change that wording, Mack,¡± Raul commented. ¡°Yeah yeah. Sometime. If your friend helps you because they are your friend it is allowed. If your friend helps you because you have said ''help me and I will buy your wife a dress,'' it is not allowed. If your girlfriend helps you because she is your girlfriend, it is allowed. If she helps you because you have told her you will not marry her if she does not, it is not allowed. If she helps you because you have told you will marry her if she does, it is not allowed. If she helps you because she wants you to be alive to marry her, it is allowed. If someone you owe money to helps you so you are alive to pay him back, it is allowed, but not if you will pay him more. If someone finds you walking and offers you help but only if you promise them something in return, that is blackmail. You may accept the help, but you must report them for breaking the law, and not keep the promise.¡± ¡°Carry on, Mack. You forgot my favourite one.¡± Claudia said, ¡°the ex-girlfriend.¡± ¡°Fine. If your ex-girlfriend who you had previously rejected finds you and offers you help on the condition that you restore the relationship, that is blackmail. You may accept her help.¡± ¡°And I must report her?¡± ¡°You may if you choose, but the right to privacy takes precedence,¡± Mack said. ¡°Do you have an ex-girlfriend you rejected?¡± ¡°You don''t need to answer that,¡± Claudia said. ¡°The same is true for girls who thought they should be my girlfriend?¡± ¡°Yes. But you must not make promises or offers before you walk, assuming you choose to walk.¡± ¡°I will walk.¡±
¡°I am Lieutenant Koschev, of the imperial Russian Army, Serial number 60s79d,¡± ¡°Through your lawyer who has now been dismissed from his role you pleaded guilty of attempting to wound. You are accused of possession of a firearm, of attempted murder, and of commissioning murder, and of attempted theft by murder. How do you plead?¡± ¡°I am Lieutenant Koschev, of the imperial Russian Army, Serial number 60s79d,¡± ¡°This is not a military court, you are not a prisoner of war.¡± ¡°I am Lieutenant Koschev, of the imperial Russian Army, Serial number 60s79d,¡± ¡°You are aware of the evidence the court has already heard, if you fail to answer this court''s questions, then you will be deemed to have entered a not-guilty plea, and deemed to have chosen to defend yourself. If you persist in stating irrelevant information, you will be deemed to have nothing of substance to say and no desire to enter any defence.¡± ¡°I am Lieutenant Koschev, of the imperial Russian Army, Serial number 60s79d,¡± ¡°Somehow, I thought you might say that. You have entered a not-guilty plea, and informed the court that you will defend yourself. Do you have any words to say in your defence?¡± ¡°I am Lieutenant Koschev, of the imperial Russian Army, Serial number 60s79d, I am answerable to my superiors, and my superiors alone, and not to any self-appointed kangeroo court in a break-away province.¡± ¡°By denying the authority of this Council you waive your rights as legal immigrant to Mars. Do you retract your statement?¡± ¡°You have no authority over me.¡± ¡°If you waive your rights as a legal immigrant on this planet you deny the social contract, you will no longer have claim nor dome, compost nor account, gloop nor property. Do you understand the gravity of your declaration?¡± ¡°You have no authority over me.¡± ¡°Let the court record state the prisoner after due warning waived all his rights as a immigrant to this planet, and has entered no words of defence of the actions. The judges will confer.¡± It didn''t take long. He''d had a loaded gun, he''d heard Vasili Gorbachev''s accusation that it had been his plan to kill Ruth, and had not tried to refute it. Either of those could earn him a death sentence. By refusing his rights as an immigrant he''d made sure that he had no right to food, or a claim to return to if they''d even been inclined to imprison him. ¡°The prisoner is found guilty on all counts. The crimes might, in cases that merited leniency, be commuted from death to imprisonment or exposure, however no grounds for leniency have been offered to this court, furthermore, by rejecting his rights as a colonist he has rejected the right of appeal, access to gloop or any means to sustain himself after such a commutation of his sentence. Therefore, the court finds there are no grounds by which the prisoner should or could receive any punishment but a death sentence. As he rejects his landing-rights, let his claims be made null and void, for whoever rejects their rights as a Martian leaves no inheritance. Let anyone he owed debts to come forward with evidence or witnesses, for in a week his compost shall be divided among the jits, and his account be transferred to the Council. After that time, then let his neighbours take freely from plants or objects in the constructions that used to be his house dome and field dome for they are on unowned land and the constructions shall be sold to the highest bidder two weeks from today.¡± ¡°That''s my home,¡± a woman in the public gallery objected in terror. ¡°As wife, lover, guest or paying lodger?¡± Claudia asked, surprised. ¡°We were going to get married, he promised!¡± ¡°Then he is in your debt,¡± Claudia said. ¡°Bring witnesses to the council offices that you lived there, witnesses to what you contributed to the household, who dug the compost, who worked the fields, who cleaned the house, who cooked the meals. We shall assess how great his debt is to you, and if his debt to you is sufficient you may claim heap and credit and adjust your claim so the domes are on your claim.¡± ¡°And can I not say I''ll support him? Can I not plead for leniency?¡± ¡°He chose to not call you to speak, he could not to leave his claim to you, he chose to undo his existence on Mars. I''m sorry.¡± ¡°Why?¡± she screamed at the Lieutenant, ¡°Why? You owe me that much!¡± ¡°I lied to you. I have a wife at home, a disabled daughter. They need my pension.¡± Then he turned to Ruth, ¡°You were not supposed to take prisoners. If you killed me in bold and daring raid for motherland, then I would be hero, killed in line of duty, my daughter would be daughter of hero, well looked after.¡± ¡°The decision of the court has been made, but I heard a motive for leniency there.¡± Mack said, ¡°Let the revelations that followed remain unrecorded or be erased, as they are in the domain of a Martian''s privacy. Let the transcript of the trial of Lieutenant Koschev and the judgement be sent to the Russian media. Perhaps they will wish to encourage their government to suggest an alternative solution. The Court will meet in a week''s time to decide on a date for execution or other developments.¡±
Mars Council court, Tuesol 21st September, 4.30pm ¡°Mack,¡± Alice said, ¡°I hope you realize what you''ve done there.¡± ¡°I''ve made it public knowledge in Russia that you can''t tell the Mars Council that they''ve no authority here and expect to keep on eating. I''ve made it reasonably plausible that the guy gets held up as a hero by the media, which hopefully ensures that his pension is safe for his wife and daughter. There''s a slight chance that the Empire of Russia dusts off that nice fast ship that brought the shareholders to Mars, so that to much public acclaim they can reunite him with his loving wife and daughter after all these years. There''s also a minuscule chance that after all the fuss has blown over, Russia decide that it might be better to acknowledge the independence of Mars.¡± ¡°You''ve also raised the possibility that any court decision can be overturned on the basis of international pressure,¡± Alice said. ¡°Not really. He''s not getting his claim back, after all. It just didn''t feel right to any of us that Gorbachev who pulled the trigger should have a lesser sentence than the guy who ordered him to. The whole ''just obeying orders'' thing isn''t that valid an excuse. What worries me far more is that by pleading for leniency for the guy, Ruth''s opened herself up to other attackers.¡± ¡°I think she''s entirely happy shooting darts at physical attackers, Mack. It''s the psychological ones she''s not happy with. But can Simon and I speak to Gorbachev?¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because Gorbachev wanted to talk to what he calls a proper priest. I would be very happy to make that possible.¡± ¡°I don''t get why Simon needs to be there.¡± ¡°Because I want him to be talking to a man, not a woman. It might make a difference.¡± ¡°Fine. I presume you''ll be wearing masks?¡± ¡°Of course.¡±
Detention wing ¡°You asked to speak to a priest,¡± Simon said. ¡°You are priest in Orthodox Church?¡± Vasili asked surprised. ¡°No, I am not, not in any church. But I have been baptised into the body of Christ and follow the traditions and teachings of that part of Christ''s body to which I belong. My wife also. You see we are truthsayers, my wife is more, she is been blessed with the spiritual gift of knowing truth and speaking across worlds.¡± ¡°Blessed one,¡± Vasili greeted her. Alice inclined her head in acknowledgement. She had decided she wouldn''t speak; there was too high a chance of him recognising her voice. ¡°My wife has spoken mind to mind to a certain priest in Russia, recommended to her by a man with the same gift as her. A good priest, a true servant of God. Through her gift she can make it so that I hear his thoughts and he hears what my ears hear, whatever language they are spoken in. She cannot tell my lips how to speak the words of your language properly. Do you wish to speak to him? He stands ready if you are ready, but if you want to prepare yourself more, you may.¡± ¡°I am ready. Very ready.¡±
¡°I thought he was just going to be a normal priest,¡± Simon said. ¡°So did I,¡± Alice said, ¡°He was very gracious about us getting it wrong, though.¡± ¡°Good bloke. I don''t agree with him about everything of course, but I firmly agree with him that Mars has no need to be divided among ethnic lines, and certainly the Church here doesn''t.¡± Simon said. ¡°And just what Vasili needed to know: fellowship with any community of believers who acknowledge the authority of scripture and the creeds of the church.¡± ¡°I liked what he said about cultural Christians, legalist Christians and real ones, too,¡± Simon said, ¡°And thank you for confirming that Vasili glowed.¡± ¡°That was actually at the metropolitan''s request. He doesn''t like pronouncing absolution to people if he doesn''t know they''ve really got faith.¡± ¡°Have you told Ruth?¡± ¡°Not yet. I will, though, next time I see her.¡± ¡°Alice, I know you don''t like using your gift if you don''t need to, and there''s the whole ''now we''re both ambassadors'' thing. But Ruth''s a friend and she was feeling pretty lonely last time I glanced at her.¡± ¡°OK, I get the message. I''ll call her.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 16: Construction

Effects of Openness / Ch. 16:Construction

Frisol 8th October, 9am ¡°Robert, you really don''t mind helping the whole day?¡± ¡°Ruth, you''re my girlfriend, I like spending time with you, it''s my favorite activity, you might have noticed. You really don''t mind me seeing your wonderful technology at work? I mean, that''s what Simon said was the excuse for giving me the day off.¡± ¡°You won''t see much at all.¡± ¡°I''ll see magic happening. But I admit continued total bemusement that your forcefield door connects using a perfectly normal interface cable.¡± ¡°Hey, we''re rubbish at mass production. I''ve said that.¡± ¡°Yes. I didn''t know that meant you''ve been buying wires and cables from land-folk for centuries, and even used the same pin-outs as us.¡± ¡°Just because you can''t make reliable circuits even when your lives depend on it, there''s no point in ignoring what you''re doing, or introducing new protocols and things if you''ve got good ones. But I still don''t understand why you don''t use error correcting codes on everything.¡± ¡°On everything?¡± ¡°Do you want to save glitch filled data?¡± ¡°Well no... but....¡± ¡°See! You have the solution, you just don''t bother applying it. We see, ooh, those clever land-folk have come up with a solution for corrupt data. Might corrupt data be a problem? Duh, yes. Let''s use it.¡± ¡°Even for a keypad to a doorway?¡± ¡°Let''s say you''re trying to get in through the door during a storm. If there''s a data error it really can''t correct, it says ''sorry, bad glitch'' but if there''s a mistyped keycode it says ''think about that for another fifteen seconds, kiddo.'' I really want that error correcting code rather than it just saying ''bad code or glitch'' like I''ve seen some places.¡± ¡°O.K.¡± Robert gave in. ¡°You''re not going to tell me I can''t have it, are you?¡± ¡°No. I''m sure they can be programmed that way. I''m just thinking, maybe you don''t want one which has a rad-detector built in, then.¡± ¡°You build in radiation detectors so that the system can say ''probably not a glitch'' rather than just checking a checksum?¡± ¡°Urm, yes,¡± Robert said, embarrassed. ¡°But the ''think harder'' time goes down during a storm?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Not a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all. Except, of course it might just mean someone wanting more tries takes a radiation source with them. I still want error-correcting data transmission both ways. It''ll be controlling a hard forcefield, remember. I don''t want it getting an ''emergency override close even if it kills someone'' code just because of some glitch.¡± ¡°Urm, it has that?¡± ¡°Most Atlantis doors do, yes. Under water, you know? One dead or all dead is a nasty choice, but it exists.¡± ¡°OK, I guess that''s true. But on that note... why? Why a forcefield door rather than just an electro-mechanical lock?¡± ¡°Mechanisms tend to wear out after a few centuries. Especially if you guys make them. No offence meant, it''s just you don''t have the alloys.¡± ¡°Yeah, I know... Martian steal really isn''t very good, is it?¡± ¡°Martian? I meant land-folk, actually. Blame it on the king of Ophir.¡± ¡°Is this a story just I need to hear? Or should it wait until Hathie comes to drag me away from you?¡± It had started a couple of weeks earlier as Hathie''s joke about was why she''d starting arriving towards the end of the evening to talk to Ruth. It was, coincidently, when the regolith moving work was safely over for the day, but Robert knew the real reason. Hathie was delighted at the thought that she might gain Ruth as a sister-in-law, knew she dominated the conversation when she was present, and didn''t want to stop him having time to talk to Ruth. ¡°Good thought. Short version is he had too much gold, and no iron.¡± ¡°Where was Ophir?¡± ¡°No idea, actually, sorry. All I know is as well as lots of yellow metal you couldn''t really do much with except trade, there were sea-caves there, and we used to live in them. When enemies came with metal that could cut your weapons in half, that was embarrassing enough. But when they then picked up the lump they''d just cut off your sword and ran away with it, jumping up and down with glee then it was really really annoying. There''s a song about it in case you''re wondering.¡± ¡°Will you teach me Mer?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Not today.¡± Ruth said, evasively, ¡°Today, I''ve got to teach you wall-building for beginners.¡± ¡°I bow to your expertise, oh beautiful and knowledgeable one,¡± Robert said. ¡°Expertise? I''ve got a book here which is called, I kid you not, ''Wall building for beginners'', with a subtitle ''From complete basics to towers in five hundred and thirty seven easy steps.'' So far we''ve got to step three: clearing the ground.¡± ¡°What were steps one and two?¡± ¡°Step one, turning on the machine. Step two, checking the feed-rock is good.¡± ¡°Oh. And it is?¡± ¡°That rock over there was. I checked a few weeks ago, before we started the humongous job of finding rock. I hope the stuff we''ve cleared the regolith away from is good too, or it gets awkward. So, we go back to step two.¡± ¡°From the title of that book, is this something people often do themselves?¡± ¡°Small scale stuff, yes. Personally, I''d expect that somewhere in the instructions for building a anything taller than I am it says ''call an expert to make sure this is sane.'' Which gets tricky of course.¡± ¡°Can you recycle the crystal?¡± ¡°Yes. Come on, let''s suit up and go cut some rock. Oh, by the way, don''t touch my rock cutter, not even to hand it to me. It''s dangerous as in ''kill lots of people'' dangerous.¡± ¡°You mean it''s boobytrapped?¡± ¡°That too, but I meant if you press the wrong button you cut things, and if you somehow press the complicated set of buttons to override the safety locks and convince it you really want to slice rock a kilometre away, then you''ve got a fusion-powered laser and forcefield cutting beam that''s intended to find rock underwater. It might not even notice it''s eating dome plastic rather than adjusting for bubbly water as it goes looking for rock. I assure you that someone is working on a redesign that doesn''t have that capability, but it''s more complicated to do it properly than it might sound.¡± ¡°You can''t just make it impossible to do in software?¡± ¡°There''s not much software in it, from what I hear, and I said doing it properly. That means making a high power laser that will not turn on if there''s a problem with the range forcefield, whereas at the moment the overrides just let you turn on the laser without it, and the instructions say always have it pointed at solid rock when you turn it on.¡± ¡°Oh... Right. Do the range forcefields ever fail?¡± ¡°Not yet, but would you like to kill a whole heap of people by accident? Remember, you''re talking about a thing that could puncture the dome of Atlantis.¡± ¡°That''s sort of scary, yes.¡± ¡°That is, of course, another reason that we''re happy you''ve not caught up with us yet.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, Frisol 8th October, 12.30pm They were at the bottom of a one metre wide trench, roughly half a metre deep, with the regolith held back by sheets of heavy duty plastic. Robert still wasn''t very sure why it needed to been dug all the way around the site, but Ruth had insisted that doing it this way was better than doing it in sections. Now, the process was that Ruth dug a trapezoid slot into the bedrock, narrower at the top than the bottom, and somehow turned the bits into pyramids and box-shapes so he could get them out. Robert had the task of picking up the cuttings and loading the extruder machine. Except, now he saw Ruth was doing something to the controls on the machine, as she did sometimes. When she''d stepped away, he maneuvered the strange forcefield-wheel-barrow into place and poured another pile of sharp-edged triangles of rock into the hopper. He was sure the barrow was helping, as was the attachment it had for scooping up rock fragments. That would have been a horrible job. But moving the barrow around without it falling into the slot was still hard work. He went back to get another load but looked up in confusion when he saw Ruth''s feet in the way. ¡°Step back and admire the fruits of our labour, Robert. It''s lunchtime.¡± ¡°I still think it doesn''t make sense to dig a hole in rock and fill it again with crystal. Isn''t the rock hard enough?¡± ¡°It''s called the foundations, Robert, and it''ll make sure the wall doesn''t fall down.¡± ¡°And why does the crystal stick up that far?¡± ¡°Different density, I presume. Crystal is insulating, after all.¡± ¡°That makes as little sense as anything. Well known fact, crystals transmit heat really well.¡± ¡°Oh, it''s not technically crystal. We just call it that.¡± ¡°Right. What is it technically?¡± ¡°You know you look at a house on Earth, well, I guess not you personally, but you can say, ''yeah, that''s made of brick, that is, and urm.. brick is something to do with clay, and you get it really hot and it comes out red or yellow or even dark blue sometimes and it doesn''t go squishy when its wet''?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Robert said guessing what would come next. ¡°This is crystal, this is. You put in the rock and out comes this wonderful building material and it''s insulating and you can see through it, and I was really shocked when I saw a picture of someone hammering a nail into a wall.¡± ¡°Yeah. So was I, but for different reasons.¡± ¡°But you have internal walls.¡± ¡°But a nail? It''ll just fall out. What would a nail do to this?¡± ¡°Got any? We could try.¡± Robert patted his pockets, as though sharpened pieces of steel were something he normally carried, ¡°No.¡± It was a lame joke but he was tired. ¡°Be a waste anyway.¡± ¡°We''d need to redo the section?¡± Robert asked, wondering how it''d cope with a bullet. ¡°Don''t be a jit, this stuff doesn''t really get scratched by diamond. You''d just bend the nail or put a hole in your Mars-suit or something. The typical bullet, if you''re wondering, is going to shatter or bounce.¡± ¡°Oh. Nice sort of wall to have around my girlfriend-ambassador-target.¡± ¡°Yes. But have you actually realised how far we''ve come?¡± ¡°You cut, I made the forcefield-wheel-barrow dig, I pressed the up button and filled, the machine trundled along on spider legs, it all got into a bit of a routine... Urm...¡± he looked around and realised they''d come much further than he''d expected. ¡°Doorway time,¡± Ruth said, stepping to one side. They''d almost got to where they''d started from. ¡°Wow. We''ve moved that much rock?¡± ¡°Here. Feel the weight of one of these, without cutting your suit of course. The edges are sharp.¡± She gave him one of the triangular prisms she''d cut from the rock and he''d been shuttling around without much thought. ¡°It must weigh about ten kilos!¡± he exclaimed, hefting it. ¡°Yes. My guess is each lift you''ve done was about a hundred litres of rock, which the machine tells me has a density of two and half kilos a litre. So, a quarter of a tonne per lift, which is quite a lot even with local gravity being a third of Earth''s. Nice little fusion powered wheelbarrow.¡± ¡°But... you''ve been pushing those things out of the slot!¡± ¡°With help. Nice little fusion powered rock cutter too.¡± ¡°Ruth... when we''re not building any more, can I see if this wheelbarrow will turn my compost?¡± Ruth looked at him in stunned amazement. Turning compost was long arduous work, even with her Earth muscles. ¡°Airlock, now!¡± she demanded. It didn''t sound like she was worried but he went. She turned off the machine and wheelbarrow and followed. ¡°I''m here. Why?¡± he asked, as it started to cycle them into the house dome. ¡°Because, you are my favourite genius on the whole planet and you''ve just earned yourself a kiss.¡± ¡°Just for being lazy?¡± ¡°No, for pointing out that there''s a whole class of handy Mer tools that are totally non-threatening but would make life easier for lots of people on Earth and on Mars. We don''t even need to use fusion for things like the barrow, I''m sure you''ve got fuel-cells or something that could power it.¡± ¡°Hmm... add a driven wheel and we''re talking about an all terrain self-loading wheel-barrow stroke pallet-truck cum fork-lift, aren''t we? Every builder probably dreams of one.¡± ¡°Yes. Shame we were still hiding and didn''t think of it in time for rebuilding Restoration. I think I see some collaborative projects in the future, don''t you?¡± ¡°I like collaborating with you, Ruth.¡± ¡°Hmmm. It''s mutual, just hurry up and work out what you want to be when you grow up.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°Are you going to be able to stay on at the university, doing research? Are you going to manage interesting terraforming projects? Are you hoping for a job at the Atlantis-Mars office of mutual forcefield fun? Or what?¡± ¡°I don''t remember hearing about that last one.¡± ¡°Probably because I just made it up.¡± ¡°Hmm. Don''t know. Does it matter?¡± ¡°Enquiring minds want to know.¡± ¡°Which ones?¡± If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. ¡°My parents, for instance.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°My beloved queen said Boris wouldn''t be coming alone. I imagined at the time a squad of ex-classmates, or something. But it seems that Karella has bigger plans. Oh, and I need to talk to the Mars Council, remind me, will you?¡± ¡°Sure. Why don''t I cook and you call them?¡± ¡°Just don''t burn the potatoes.¡± ¡°I was six, Ruth, and got distracted.¡± ¡°Now you''re older. And still distractable.¡± ¡°By you, certainly. Shall we leave this airlock?¡± ¡°Oh, all right.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, Frisol 8th October, 12.45pm ¡°Hi, Claudia. This isn''t urgent, so tell me to call back later if you like.¡± ¡°Go ahead, Ruth. Any new projects to reshape the future of the planet?¡± ¡°Not immediately, but Robert''s just had an interesting idea for using a thing we call a rock-lifter as a ''turn my compost heap in a couple of minutes'' gardening aid, and it might even be a thing that could be mass-produced here, powered by a fuel cell or something. I don''t know. Plus we guess every builder on Earth would want one.¡± ¡°Sounds very interesting.¡± ¡°But that''s not what I called about.¡± ¡°Go ahead.¡± ¡°My cousin Boris''s spaceship... Karella has a plan. Rather than make one, they''re going to make two or three. Number one will be the prototype, and Boris will do something like fly it to round the moon next week before he comes here, and any bugs get fixed in numbers two and three. Since the amazing portable cargo-pod has collapsed down into a large suitcase, Karella thought it didn''t need to be here, and wants it back, and then she had the idea that ship two could bring out ship three as hand luggage, and if ship one is fully OK as designed, then that could accompany it with some more embassy staff and trainee pilots. So... the questions are, would you have any objections to a second ship landing, what are the limits on how many people can come as embassy staff, and what have I forgotten in all of this?¡± ¡°Feeding all these extra people?¡± ¡°Oh! That was it... do you think there might happen to be a market for a limited supply of frozen fish at some ridiculous mark-up like sugar''s getting? Or would there be some objection from the Council?¡± ¡°Frozen fish?¡± ¡°You know... frozen filleted hake at two or three times the price of bunny? Blame Karella, she''s trying to live up to her name again. We could bring some live fish at a really steep mark-up too.¡± ¡°Didn''t I read hake was practically extinct?¡± ¡°That''s just because land-folk don''t catch many as we herd them away from their nets these days.¡± ¡°You''re really keen on changing my planet, aren''t you?¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°That''s OK.¡± Claudia replied, ¡°Every Martian is. I think you ought to check with restaurants, see what they''d give you. But you want veg for it?¡± ¡°You can''t eat credits on Mars very well. I was just thinking for Mer spacemen, it might work better for them to bring some fish than them bringing dried seaweed or buying gloop. I mean, I''m only avoiding gloop these days because I''ve got a lovely generous boyfriend.¡± ¡°Dried seaweed?¡± ¡°Mer journey food. It tastes better than gloop, but isn''t as nutritious.¡± ¡°Maybe popular with the Japanese community?¡± ¡°Oooh, hadn''t thought of that. Another trade idea, thanks.¡± ¡°So... getting back to the point. I haven''t heard any objection to regular runs between Mars and Atlantis, quite the opposite in fact, especially if everyone coming gets properly processed at the spaceport. "The idea of bringing one spaceship inside another sounds like something out of a children''s cartoon, but if it works, go for it. The thought of having two or three of them... are you thinking that there''d be a constant shuttling to and fro?¡± ¡°I don''t really know. Karella was just thinking that it might help relationships with Russia if we took Koschev back, assuming they eventually do decide they want him. But I really can''t see that working myself, since he''s an oath-breaker.¡± The Russian press had decided Koschev was indeed a hero, but the government weren''t so sure, and had asked Mars for more decision time. ¡°No.¡± ¡°But anyway, if there were a ship based here able to leave quickly and another one there, irrespective of regular flights, then maybe that might be helpful?¡± ¡°Absolutely. If you''re willing to do that.¡± ¡°We would I assume, be charging through the nose for this service if it doesn''t get nailed down in a treaty.¡± ¡°What do you want?¡± Claudia offered. ¡°Other than that chunk of land and seas as previously mentioned? I''m not sure. How independent is the university?¡± ¡°Fairly, but not totally. What are you thinking?¡± ¡°If there are going to be growing numbers of Mer on Mars, I''m thinking that, say, some Mer lecturers on suitable topics, say history, ancient earth languages, the Mer culture and language even, might be appropriate. And I''m playing with unapproved ideas, but maybe something reciprocal on Atlantis, even?¡± ¡°That sounds quite... reasonable. And I don''t think the university would object at all.¡± ¡°But really, and I''ve just thought of this and I think this is a really massive one actually. For such time as there is a Mer community on Mars, not just playing like Mer like to play but living here, generation to generation, I think we''d want Mack''s offer of Karella ruling the deeps and shallows of Mars written into that treaty, with Mer law applying to the seas and coasts. I know Mack probably didn''t mean it seriously, but he thought it, he said it, and he''s not retracted it yet. If Dry Mars and Wet Mars were united in perpetual treaty of friendship, respect and tolerance etcetera, then I don''t think there''d be any complaints from anyone about having a extra shuttle standing by in case our friends needed it.¡± ¡°Ruth, I think Mack did mean it. And he was just saying the other day, ''a hundred meters of water sounds like a great radiation shield for a city, and it''s proven technology, plus being pretty meteor proof too. Why do we want to limit how much water they bring?''¡± ¡°Well, there''s little things like who is in charge of Mars, who makes the laws, and so on. Not to mention flooding people''s field domes will probably upset them.¡± ¡°Yes. Some people might get upset if we don''t handle it right. There''d need to be all sorts of referenda, I expect. Plus we''re not going to stop immigration to Mars, so you''re always going to be outnumbered here as well as there. So I presume you won''t grant all Martians free settlement rights to Atlantis, or guarantee to build domes every year to house us all.¡± ¡°Urm, no.¡± ¡°But I think there''s space on this planet for two legal systems, especially if there''s a clear dividing line and a treaty that''s going to be honoured until the end of time.¡± ¡°That''s really nice to hear. But I think Robert might need help in the kitchen, I smell smoke.¡± ¡°I''ll let you go then. Oh! You talked about fish... smoked salmon? I think you''d find lots of people willing to give you two or three kilos of veg per hundred grammes of that. From what I hear it costs that on Earth anyway.¡± ¡°I''ll suggest it, thanks.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, Frisol 8th October, 6.30pm ¡°Hi, Ruth!¡± James said, ¡°Nice wall. Want a few more hands?¡± ¡°Aren''t you two supposed to be having a lovely time re-planting your field?¡± ¡°We finished it.¡± James said, ¡°And I heard this tiny little rumour that you had a crystal extruder, and were going to put in an underground pool, and I thought it''d be nice to borrow both of those one day.¡± ¡°I see, so this is all a cynical attempt at currying favour is it? Welcome.¡± ¡°I am a bit confused at what you''re doing though. I get the trench to bedrock, that''s right and proper. I get the wall, but why have you built a wall, then cut a hole below ground level, and also made it do that loopy thing into a hastily shored-up extra bit of trench and then got what really looks like a tunnel under your new wall? It looks like you''ve made a whole load of security holes in your security wall. And why are you now busily chopping another section down?¡± ¡°It''s called, thingumy, careful planning and forethought,¡± Robert said, grinning, ¡°If we hadn''t cut the hole, then Hathie couldn''t have got in an hour ago.¡± Ruth added, ¡°The wall goes all the way round the claim, and we hadn''t finished the tunnel. The tunnel and no ground level entrance is version two of the design, hence the wiggle, and our answer to the questions ''what if I''m trying to get in when there''s a storm?'' as well as ''so, where do we get the rock to build the top of the wall from?''. We''d just installed the forcefield door and thought we''d finished for the day apart from the hole when we surveyed our work and said ''oops, marsmobile.''¡± ¡°You really walled yourselves in, cut a human hole and then realised you needed an even bigger one for the marsmobile in another place?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°Yep,¡± Ruth said, totally unrepentant. ¡°So, how can we help?¡± James offered. ¡°Any experience cajoling an extruder to fill in a hole?¡± ¡°Not really. How about we make it a proper gap and tell it to join the two bits of wall instead?¡± ¡°Hey, that was my idea,¡± Ruth said, ¡°you''re supposed to be coming along and solving the problems with planning, foresight and experience.¡± ¡°Experience: my dad said an extruder is great at making walls and lousy at filling in holes unless you want to program it with the exact size of the hole. Do you remember that funny shaped greenhouse with the tree growing out the top, not far from Lara''s?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I asked Dad about it, he told me the guy didn''t like what the preset programmes were offering, didn''t get any expert advice and just built it using different types of walls. Filling in the final hole just didn''t work and didn''t work. Hence the tree. If it''s not wall, then build with it with presets and cut. Or call up an expert.¡± ¡°Thank you James. So, urm, Karella wants me to cover my house dome.¡± ¡°Empty hemispherical dome, no problem, there''s bound to be a preset plan. Building it around things like your tunnel to your field dome, airlocks and things like that? I''d say call expert. Especially since I think I remember seeing them building domes from the inside for the first few layers.¡± ¡°You know what, my friends and relations? I''m going to call an expert before I let this spiky legged crab near my home.¡± ¡°What a good idea,¡± Margaret said. ¡°Which means all we need to do now is cut this gateway out, cut the hole out, fill in where the hole was and fit the forcefield gateway.¡± Someone''s screamer chirped a warning, and then they all joined in. ¡°Or alternatively, we can get put away the toys and get under shelter,¡± James said, dumping the content of the rock-lifter and shutting it down. ¡°My thoughts exactly,¡± Ruth agreed, quickly shutting down the extruder and telling it to empty itself. ¡°Too many of us for the airlock with the equipment.¡± Hathellah guessed. ¡°You and Margaret go ahead, Hathie.¡± Ruth said, ¡°Robert too. James and I have forcefields, after all.¡± The note with them had said they''d work as radiation shields too. ¡°What about the radiation spike?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Internally absorbed as extra energy,¡± James said. He''d thought to ask Boris that. ¡°I''d love to know how,¡± Robert muttered to himself as the airlock door closed behind him. Outside, radiation levels were rising slowly, but the house dome''s fabric was good shielding, and screamers were not showing anything dangerous under it. But, as Robert checked the forecast data, the longer term prognosis didn''t look good at all. When Ruth and James came in with the equipment, he reported the news. ¡°Ruth, I think we''re all staying a while. Last week''s solar eruption might have got here early.¡± ¡°That isn''t due ''till gone midnight!¡± ¡°Updated storm thingumy, just in.¡± Robert replied, ¡°That was the leading edge.¡± ¡°So, five of us huddled in my bedroom? Fun! Newlyweds get the bed.¡± ¡°Ruth!¡± Margaret protested, blushing. ¡°Someone needs to share, Margaret, there''s not space on the floor for everyone. And I much as I like you and Hathie, I think it makes more sense for it to be you and James.¡± ¡°You could always swap vows with Robert,¡± James said, ¡°that way you''d get to keep ownership of the bed.¡± ¡°Very funny. I have no intention of having one extra person in my bedroom on my wedding night, let alone three.¡± ¡°There''s always the chance they''ll revise the forecast,¡± Robert said, thinking that there might be a window for everyone to get to their homes. ¡°And on that basis you''re proposing?¡± Ruth asked, archly. ¡°I meant we all might be able to leave.¡± ¡°I don''t think that lets you off, Robert. By the sound of it Ruth doesn''t want her new husband in her bedroom with her on her wedding night.¡± Margaret teased. ¡°He won''t be extra,¡± Ruth said, ¡°he''ll be very much required. But anyway, Robert, absolutely, no way am I marrying you tonight. My beloved queen has plans I need to tell you all about. But this time I''ll cook. Hathie, Robert burnt the potatoes at lunchtime.¡± ¡°I singed a couple of slices under the grill. That''s not the same as burning boiled potatoes.¡± Robert said, blushing furiously. ¡°What were you doing to distract him that much, Ruth?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°Talking to Claudia,¡± Ruth said. ¡°And looking very beautiful and fiddling with your hair like you do when you''re thinking.¡± Robert added. ¡°He''s besotted,¡± Ruth accused. ¡°Enchanted,¡± Robert corrected. ¡°Would you have him any other way?¡± Margaret asked Ruth. ¡°No, but he''s still got to meet my parents.¡± ¡°Your parents are actually coming?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Karella feels that the best person to give Margaret and Hathie a crash course in all things a good mermaid or merwoman ought to know might just be my mum.¡± ¡°Hold on...¡± James said, ¡°Your mum is Laura''s aunt?¡± ¡°Of course, we''re cousins.¡± ¡°I mean Lara''s aunt Emilia?¡± ¡°That''s my mum. Emilia Knifeteacher. Of course she doesn''t just teach knife fighting.¡± ¡°No. All manner of traditional skills.¡± James said, ¡°Robert, it''s too late.¡± ¡°What do you mean, it''s too late?¡± ¡°I mean that if even if you start running now, Ruth''s mum will be able to track you down.¡± ¡°Why would I want to run?¡± ¡°I told you it was too late,¡± James said, smugly. ¡°But Ruth, your mum needs to spend time with Heather too.¡± ¡°Of course she does, and Simon. Can you let him and Alice know?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Hathie looked at the two of them, ¡°Now, can one of you please tell me what this whole conversation has been about?¡± ¡°As well as mum being a good teacher ¡ª one of the best, actually ¡ª particularly of the womanly arts of dancing, sewing, knitting, weaving, pipe-playing, dart-shooting and disemboweling sharks, no matter how many legs they''ve got, she''s also a tracker and a seer. Where a seer is someone with a gift for seeing things and people as they really are. Dad is an archivist, expert in ancient languages, and just the pernickety sort of person I''d love to have finding all the things I''m likely to miss in treaty negotiations. I love them to pieces and couldn''t stand being around them before I left home.¡± ¡°Err... how does that work?¡± Robert asked. ¡°I was trying to hide things from myself, run away from truth, that sort of thing. Them saying things like ''it''ll all end in tears'' or ''be honest with yourself, you''re just doing it because you''re running from God and trying to ruin your life'' really got annoying. Mainly because deep down I knew they were right, which of course made it extra annoying. Oh, and if you want to know about Ophir, then talk to Dad, he not only knows the words but he can do the funny voices too.¡± ¡°The voices?¡± Robert asked, confused. ¡°It''s one of our earliest pieces of literature. You''ve heard of the Odyssey, this is... sort of our reply.¡± Ruth said. ¡°Only less reverent, and less wading through blood.¡± James said. ¡°Much funnier, especially when Dad does the voices.¡± Ruth added. ¡°Almost certainly unreliable as a historical source,¡± James added. ¡°And only in Mer?¡± Hathie guessed. ¡°Not at all. It was one of the first Mer works translated into English. Hmm... possibly a silly thought.... what do you think about publishing our old stories?¡± ¡°Excellent idea!¡± Hathie agreed. ¡°Even better one,¡± James said, ¡°find someone who''s willing to proof-read them first. You know how bad some people''s spelling and grammar are, Ruth.¡± ¡°Like Dad, you mean?¡± ¡°If he''s got the time, he''d be excellent. I wonder if Alice would like to publish them.¡± ¡°Oooh, a revenue stream. I like the idea of a revenue stream. Do you realise that Karella failed to send me any decent trade goods, except maybe, just maybe, I could sell some seaweed.¡± ¡°She sent you seaweed? Why didn''t you say?¡± James asked. ¡°You can''t tell me you like the stuff?¡± ¡°Ruth! It''s nutritious!¡± ¡°Like gloop.¡± ¡°And tasty.¡± ¡°I guess takes all sorts.¡± Ruth said. ¡°What did she send?¡± ¡°Red-topped box, over there,¡± Ruth waved from where she was stirring the soup. ¡°Oh Ru-uth,¡± James called, thirty seconds later, ¡°please let someone else stir the soup and have a look at the trade goods Karella sent you.¡± ¡°It''s packaging? No wonder it tasted much worse than I remembered. I thought my taste buds had changed or something.¡± ¡°Behold ¡ª the bubble-wrap of the sea,¡± James held some up for all to see. ¡°And you ate it?¡± ¡°I never did spend much time cooking back home, I''m sure Mum fed us that stuff though.¡± ¡°Fresh it''s OK. But dried? I wonder you weren''t sick. I think they put chemicals on it.¡± ¡°OK, OK, it was a mistake. What did our beloved monarch send me? Oooh, pretty.¡± ¡°Think you might be able to trade them?¡± ¡°I certainly hope so. Oooh, and a note, too.¡± Ruth read to herself, ''Dear Ruth, you''ve been yanked from your job and given one that hasn''t paid very well so far. These are for you, or for trade. I don''t know if they go down well on Mars or not, but if they do attract interest, then the geometrical patterns and blanks can be made by the extruder. It can''t do the engraving of course, but your mother said you always had a good eye and a steady hand. I tried bouncing them and they did, at least on my kitchen floor and my sub, but I don''t know what Boris''s ship might do them, hence the dual-purpose packaging. ''If your friends are really hungry for sea-weed soup, then you can feed them some, but I don''t really recommend it without the squid tentacles, they really improve the flavour and reputedly help the effects last a lifetime. Add chili to activate, of course, and the stuff (I can never remember it''s name) at the bottom of the box. But you know this stuff, don''t you? At least, Your mother tells me she told you once. Karella.'' ¡°Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow. Braincells firing! James, read the second paragraph of this, and tell me if you want me to make Margaret some before you get her pregnant.¡± ¡°What?¡± Margaret asked, confused. ¡°Squid tentacles,¡± Ruth said, ¡°according to the oldest texts, were a discovery from around the time of the exodus. But we were Mer before then. Implication: they''re not a required ingredient.¡± ¡°You''ve got potion?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°The most important ingredients. Squid tentacles help with the flavour, assuming you like squid of course, and help the effects last longer. According to my mum, their beneficial effects come with the side effect of making first time samplers sick, so if parent''s could only get their kids to eat their seaweed soup with chilli before they get to try potion, it''d really help.¡± ¡°I''m confused,¡± Robert said. ¡°Robert, what makes someone Mer? And don''t say webbed feet or your sister might disown you.¡± ¡°You hear fish.¡± ¡°Better hearing in the so-called ultrasonics, yes. But most thought-hearers get that, so with practice you might find you can hear them too.¡± ¡°Diving mammal muscles.¡± ¡°Extra oxygen storage, yes. What else?¡± ¡°Crazy accuracy when throwing darts, quick reactions, urm....¡± ¡°The ability to use the oxygen in their blood mainly for their brains and let their muscles work on their own.¡± Hathellah said. ¡°That takes practice, true. Hathie, your grandma showed you you could hold your breath longer under cold water, yes?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Hathie agreed. ¡°That''s part of that training. What stops you holding your breath?¡± Ruth asked Robert. ¡°You.. you just need to breathe.¡± ¡°It''s called the gasp reflex.¡± Ruth said, ¡°Too much carbon dioxide in your blood and it goes acidic and your body screams for breath and cannot be denied. Unless you''ve drunk potion, of course, in which case your body says ''Oi, CO2 is high and oxygen is getting low, lower, oi, you in charge, get air soon, kido! Oxygen is going... going. gone, hey, you''re unconscious! Let''s breathe then.'' At which point you''re unconscious and your lungs are filling themselves with water, which soon turns into being dead. But as long as you don''t push yourself you can swim about twice as long as normal in perfect safety. Hyperventilating only reduces your CO2 levels, really it''s not worth it for any purpose. You may, if you''re feeling scientific, try holding your breath on land until you fall unconscious, at which point you''d better have a good friend there to clean out your windpipe in case you vomit. Always swim with full lungs and do not breathe out until you can breathe in again.¡± ¡°You now know all the important bits of why taking the potion is dangerous.¡± James said, ¡°Native gasp reflex is too powerful to resist. Potion-drinker''s gasp reflex isn''t, and also includes an element of oxygen starvation not present in anyone''s native gasp reflex.¡± ¡°Oooh, I can''t wait!¡± Hathellah said, ¡°Chili con mouldy cabbage for me please!¡± ¡°''Mixed with old shoe curry and anchovy flavoured boiled sweets.'' is the original quote, according to my mother,¡± Ruth said, ¡°but that''s for the full potion. My guess is the old shoe and anchovy is from the squid tentacles. Expect something worse.¡± ¡°Worse?¡± Margaret asked, ¡°how can it be worse?¡± ¡°Chilli con mouldy cabbage curry with a delicate aftertaste of concentrated stomach acid?¡± Robert suggested. ¡°Luverly, I can''t wait.¡± Hathellah said, ¡°Nor can I think of a much better time to taste it, based on this current storm warning.¡± ¡°What''s it say?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°High flux ¡ª take cover underground ¡ª expected in one hour''s time, lasting for twenty-four hours.¡± ¡°I''ll call mum,¡± Robert said. ¡°She knows we''re here.¡± ¡°Yes, but high flux is going to glitch things, like networks, so I want her to know know.¡± ¡°And I''ll let Alice know,¡± James said. Effects of Openness / Ch. 17:Mermaids kiss

Effects of Openness / Ch. 17:Mermaid''s kiss.

8pm Frisol 8th October. ¡°Hey, actually this isn''t as bad as I thought it might be.¡± James said. ¡°You''ve had potion, remember?¡± Ruth said, ¡°That''s always worse the first time. I agree with you though, it''s quite a bit worse than potion, but not as bad as I thought it might be.¡± ¡°Margaret? Feeling brave?¡± James asked. ¡°Hmm,¡± she swallowed, ¡°sort of chilli con mint curry with mouldy cabbage. Not b.... yeee-uck! The after-taste''s vile! It just hit my stomach and reached out and hit my gag reflex!¡± ¡°It needs to get into your bloodstream to work.¡± Ruth warned, ¡°try not to throw up.¡± ¡°Water?¡± ¡°Here,¡± Ruth offered. ¡°No good. Thunderbolt?¡± Margaret asked, after trying if the water helped. She wanted something with more flavour. Cecilia''s high-octane Tabasco seemed fitting. ¡°Really?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°You said we could add extra chilli.¡± ¡°I was just wondering about what drinking raw Thunderbolt would do to your insides.¡± ¡°Fine, just give me that chilli pepper then.¡± Rose complied and Margaret chewed it. ¡°That''s hot.¡± she commented, with tears in her eyes. ¡°But it''s good. It clears the aftertaste.¡± ¡°For how long?¡± Robert asked. ¡°I''ll let you know.¡± ¡°My turn,¡± Hathellah said, swallowing her glass-full. ¡°Oh!¡± Her eyes widened. ¡°Grandma''s cough medicine!¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Grandma made me some! I was ill, and she said it would taste nasty but it might help me get better if I knew there''d be another dose coming tomorrow. That bit worked.¡± ¡°Have you done much swimming since?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Yes, quite often. Oh wow. It does reduce the gasp reflex doesn''t it? And it does wear off, too. I remember wondering why I couldn''t swim under water as well as I used to a few years ago!¡± ¡°No wonder Heather saw you as princess mermaid!¡± Ruth said, ¡°you''ve had the potion.¡± ¡°What about you, Robert?¡± ¡°Grandma said, ''You''re not sick, it was a special medicine for Hathie, and I''ve run out now, anyway.'' And Hathie, it wasn''t just one day, it was several.¡± ¡°What were you sick with, Hathie?¡± ¡°Pneumonia.¡± ¡°That makes sense then.¡± James said ¡°I''ve never known of a Mer with it. Maybe the potion helps something there too.¡± ¡°Interesting!¡± Ruth said, ¡°Robert, your turn to turn green then.¡± ¡°Oh, goody. Just so you know, Ruth, I''m mainly drinking this because I love you. I''ve always been scared of deep water.¡± Before she could react, he downed the whole glass in front of him. ¡°Ruth,¡± Margaret said, ¡°Drinking this stuff for love with no desire to swim? That has to probably the most powerful declaration of love I''ve ever heard.¡± ¡°Not very pleasant tasting, is it?¡± Robert managed, trying to hold back the reaction to vomit. Ruth wasn''t sure where the idea came from, but she suddenly knew how she could help this man who loved her so much. She kissed him, full on the lips, and her tongue found its way past his shocked lips has he heard her thoughts: [There''s something in the saliva. Share mine, Robert, it might help.] [Ruth! We''re not married! This is too intimate!] he protested. [This is first aid. And I do want to marry you, if you''ll have me, just... please wait for my parent''s approval. I''ve done so much without it...] [I love you. Thank you it is helping.] They broke the kiss, both blushing. Ruth broke the silence that followed. ¡°Well, I''m glad that worked or it would have been even more embarrassing.¡± ¡°What worked?¡± Margaret asked. ¡°Saliva,¡± Robert said, blushing furiously now, ¡°apparently has healing properties. Either that or extreme shock has entirely got rid of any nausea I felt.¡± ¡°James, I feel like it''s coming back. In the interests of science?¡± Margaret asked him, nose to nose, but not quite touching. ¡°Remember you can hide your thoughts if you want to avoid feedback,¡± Ruth suggested, ¡°Don''t look, Hathie, let''s give them some privacy.¡± ¡°Did you hide your thoughts?¡± Hathie asked Ruth. ¡°Of course not. I needed to explain to your brother about the first aid treatment he was getting.¡± ¡°Oh! It was first aid was it.¡± Hathie said, ¡°I thought I could hear wedding bells in the next hour or two.¡± ¡°My parents are coming,¡± Ruth said, ¡°For once I''m going to ask them what they think of a decision I''m making before it becomes irrevocable.¡± ¡°And what do you think of Ruth''s decision, brother mine?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°I thought Mer dating lasted a long time with lots of careful discussion, unlike risk taking Martian dating practices.¡± ¡°What, you don''t think five and a half weeks of seeing each other every day is a long time?¡± Ruth joked. At least Robert thought it was a joke. ¡°Not really, no.¡± ¡°Sorry, Robert. I''ve shocked you again, haven''t I?¡± ¡°Urm.¡± ¡°Have I displayed a brazen disregard for convention and ladylike behaviour?¡± ¡°Ruth...¡± ¡°I''ve disappointed you, haven''t I?¡± ¡°Ruth, I love you very very much. Please don''t get all repentant, you helped. I don''t feel sick at all, I don''t feel like eating chillies. It wasn''t motivated by lust, whatever it looked might have looked like, Hathie.¡± ¡°No. It wasn''t lust.¡± Hathie agreed. ¡°It was love though. Very much, ''I don''t care what people think about me I''m going to help the man I love'' sort of love. So I think you''re kidding yourself, Ruth, if you claim you''re not thinking like you''re already engaged to my brother. But I''m not sure about Robert. I think he needs more time to get used to the shocking concept that he''s finally got a girlfriend, and he''s still going wow over that surprise, when you wow him again and again.¡± ¡°Hathie, shut up.¡± Robert said, it came out harsher than he''d meant, and he tried to soften it ¡°I know you like talking and I normally let you, but... on this whole subject of my relationship with Ruth, just shut up can you? Thank you for giving us space to talk, but right now we just need some more, OK?¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± Hathie said. She glanced at James and Margaret, who still seemed to be concentrating on first-aid, and decided that if three was a crowd, five certainly was. ¡°Hathie?¡± Ruth said, noticing her glance, ¡°could you please go to the bathroom and get the glass my toothbrush is in? I don''t have a bigger bucket of water to throw at our newly weds, and I am fairly convinced they forgot to hide their thoughts.¡± ¡°You could shoot them with a floppy dart, couldn''t you?¡± Hathie said. ¡°It wouldn''t make as much mess.¡± ¡°Sometimes people throw up. I don''t want my bedroom smelling of vomit, thank you. And anyway, that doesn''t stop them thinking about how much they like each other.¡± ¡°OK, one tooth-mug of water coming,¡± Hathie said. ¡°Ruth, can we hold hands?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Of course.¡± [That''s feedback? ¡ª overwhelming emotion?] Robert asked. [Yes.] [We''ve never felt it, have we?] [No. We got close when I shot you out of the mud.] [Because you''ve got very good self control, or because Hathie''s right?] [Me... self control...?] Ruth asked [What do you think?] [I think you''ve got good self control because I know I feel a lot of love for you but I''m not hearing much from you.] [You''re not? I guess... I guess I do squash my emotions away. And I think you grew up with a thought-hearing dominant twin and you''re good at not letting your feelings out either.] [Oh. Should I relax a bit around you then, to reassure you of what I feel?] [Ditto?] Ruth asked. [Feels like a risk, especially with their example. Playing with temptation.] [Very tempting temptation to be more intimate than would be proper.] Ruth thought to him. [Yes. How do we reassure one another of this {love} without getting carried away? Did that work? I just let it bubble up a bit.] [Oooh, yes. I feel really reassured and loved and cherished. Does that mean we try to avoid it, or do I bubble {love} too?] [I love you Ruth, and you love me, and let''s not bubble too much. Let''s change the subject. Your parents coming... Does that mean you want their approval before we get engaged, or does that mean you want them there approving at our marriage?] [If they say it''s a bad idea then I''m going to listen, and I just don''t want to make promises to you I can''t keep.] [Other than jumping me out of the mud and giving me intimate first aid?] Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. [That sounds like I patched up ... sorry, Stop thinking aloud, Ruth!] [Urm... would mouth to mouth first aid be better?] Robert suggested. [Better, I suppose.] ¡°Do I pour or throw?¡± Hathie asked, returning. ¡°Let me.¡± Ruth said. And in Mer decided that James would embarrass Margaret it if he didn''t get a grip on himself. He broke off the kiss, noticed the cup in Ruth''s hand, and blushed. ¡°Oops.¡± ¡°I warned you.¡± Ruth said in Mer. ¡°Thanks Hathie, maybe we don''t need the water after all.¡± ¡°Ruth?¡± she turned round and almost walked into Robert. He was in front of her, on one knee. ¡°Ruth, if your parents approve, will you marry me?¡± ¡°It would make me very happy to, yes,¡± Ruth said. ¡°And... would you be willing to wear this ring as a token of our declared love, even if not a full engagement?¡± ¡°I will wear it as a token of your asking to marry me and me saying as wholehearted a yes as I can without their approval, Robert. That sounds like engagement to me, doesn''t it?¡± ¡°It does, yes. Does the ring fit?¡± ¡°I don''t know. Yes, it does. Where did you get it? I thought gold was impossible to get here.¡± ¡°It was grandma''s. When I was ten she told me she''d leave it to me, and I wasn''t very likely to find a proper mermaid to give it to, but make sure I find a nice Christian girl to wear it. I''ve, urm been carrying it a week now.¡± ¡°I remember!¡± Hathie said, ¡°and you said, ''if I do find a mermaid, will she give me a kiss so I can swim in deep water?'' And I never did work out what you were talking about.¡± ¡°Not a kiss, Hathie. mermaid''s kiss. I think Grandma called what we''ve just drunk ''mermaid''s kiss'', I''ve just remembered.¡± ¡°That''s it!¡± Ruth exclaimed, kissing Robert, ¡°That''s where your kiss came from.¡± ¡°Which one?¡± ¡°The previous one. Of course you need kissing when you get given mermaid''s kiss, don''t you James?¡± James''s face was utter confusion, ¡°What are you talking about Ruth?¡± ¡°You don''t know?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°I guess not. I''ve certainly not heard the name ''mermaid''s kiss''. Story time?¡± ¡°Before I do, Margaret, did it work?¡± ¡°Yes, thank you, Ruth.¡± ¡°Well, tough on the story then. Oh well.¡± ¡°But you''ll tell it, Ruth?¡± Robert asked. ¡°I can''t think of a better occasion. Is everyone comfortable?¡± ¡°Hold on Ruth, can I record this?¡± James asked. ¡°Why?¡± ¡°An idea I''ve got, I''ll explain later.¡± ¡°Now.¡± Ruth demanded. ¡°You''re a good story teller, I''m not. Just in case you''re not around when we''ve got kids.¡± ¡°Oh, OK. Ready?¡± Ruth asked. When James nodded she started, much as her father had done ¡°Right, is everyone sitting comfortably? No fidgeting, and absolutely no kissing in the back row, or I''ll have to stop the story.¡± That bit seemed very appropriate, but it was traditional. ¡°No tickling the story-teller''s toes either. A story started shouldn''t be stopped, because a story stopped shouldn''t be restarted. Behave well children, and you''ll hear to the end of the story. This story is from the old times, before the Mer left Canaan. Back then we didn''t worship the true God, but we knew his name, Yah, the judge of all the Earth. But this is not the story of the false gods we worshipped, but of how what makes us Mer changed. This is the story of the potion. You might think that strange. How can the story of the potion be from the time we lived in Canaan? Well, stop fidgeting and I will tell you. When the world was young and the first man and his wife still lived, and God told your ancestors and mine the secret of the potion so we could swim in the seas and rule the deeps and shallows, then it was not what we call the potion now. What the potion was then is what we call mermaid''s kiss. And this is the story of how mermaid''s kiss was called that, and how the potion is now the potion. And if you ever need to give someone potion who''s not had it before, it might be better for them if they''d been given mermaid''s kiss first. But don''t just give them mermaid''s kiss on its own, oh no. That is a cruel and heartless thing to do. Let me tell you the story, and you will understand. ¡°In the old days, when the Mer lived in the land of Canaan, the recipe of mermaid''s kiss was known to all mermaids and merwomen. Maybe it was known to mermen too, but they never cooked, not even when they hunted, so it did them no good to know it. But it didn''t do most mermaids any good to know it either, not unless they were chosen that year. Chosen? Chosen for what? To make mermaid''s kiss. One mermaid each year was chosen to make mermaid''s kiss, and she made it for everyone. Not just because people taunted each other like they do with potion, but because they needed to drink some more. If you''ve never drunk potion, and all you''ve drunk is mermaid''s kiss, then after a while it gets hard to swim properly. Harder and harder, and after three years you''re hardly better than a landman. That is what the potion was like when we first knew it, before we knew about squid tentacles. So every year a mermaid was chosen to make the old potion, that we call mermaid''s kiss. And because it wore off, and because back then scale was only for grownups, mermaid''s kiss was only for grownups too, or almost grownups. It was only for people who had killed their first shark, in fact. And you know, I''m sure you know, that sometimes people that age are not very nice to each other, and sometimes the girls are nasty to each other and to the boys and the boys can be nasty to everyone too. But in the old days of this story, the boys weren''t nasty to the girls, and nor were the girls. Not if they were sensible. "The mermaid who was chosen wasn''t the prettiest, or the one with the most friends, but she was the nice one who some nasty people are nasty to. Your teachers know these things, they can see. The chosen mermaid was always a girl who''d had mermaid''s kiss before, of course, and she had to be someone who could make hard decisions, because she had to decide who she''d kiss, and who she wouldn''t kiss. She didn''t have to kiss anyone. But she was nice, so she didn''t want to make everyone suffer mermaid''s kiss without a kiss. And so it was that when she''d made mermaid''s kiss for everyone and all the older adults had drunk it, it became the turn of the young people who''d killed a shark that year. And after they''d drunk their glass, she kissed the people who had been nice to her, but she didn''t kiss the ones who''d been nasty. Why should she? They''d known what would happen to them if they didn''t get kissed by the mermaid who''d made the mermaid''s kiss. And no one really knew who''d be chosen, the teachers sometimes chose the same girl twice. But quite often the mermaid chosen was a merwoman by that time the next year, that''s one of the things that happens when you go kissing lots of boys; some of them start thinking about chains or life-bonds. And so that was the pattern and the tradition of things, until the time of Zanaha potion maker. Zanaha potion maker wasn''t an outcast, but she kept to herself, and she didn''t drink Mermaid''s kiss with all the other Mer of her village. When she felt she needed some more mermaid''s kiss, she''d make herself some more. And because she loved swimming fast and far she wasn''t happy with just drinking it once every year. But Zanaha really didn''t like the taste, and started experimenting, to see if there was anything that would stop it tasting so bad. Other Mer didn''t like what she was doing, but she wasn''t breaking any laws, just custom. ¡°One day, she realised that while she normally made herself more potion every half a year, it had been a year and a half since the last dose. So she looked back in her recipe book at what she''d put into the mixture, and found it was cuttlefish, and that it hadn''t tasted good at all. But the idea of potion not wearing off as fast was fascinating, because that would mean she didn''t need to drink it as often or even ever again. So she experimented some more, and found squid was good for flavour, and it didn''t seem to wear off. And there''s a smell to making potion, as you know, and her neighbours realised they hadn''t smelt it for years. And they asked her about it. And she said, I don''t need it any more. And they laughed at her, because everyone needed potion every year, if not more often. And she said fine, but I''ll out-swim you the day before the next mermaid''s kiss, and I vow to you that I''ve not drunk any potion for more than four years. ¡°And they knew Zanaha was neither shark nor sharkfood, so they accepted her challenge, and they couldn''t hold their breath very well at all, but she held her breath far better than they. And so Zanaha Potionmaker was given her name, and the Mer drank the new potion. And while some said that mermaid''s kiss was kinder to young people, others said it was crueler when the kiss was not given. And still others said, why should one of our daughters have to kiss all her class-mates? Let their lovers or their mothers do it. And so the new potion was made, and the ritual of the mermaid''s kiss came to an end.¡±
Message to Boris Dear Boris, I only came over to help Ruth and Robert with some wall-building, but a storm came, a big one, so now I''m just sitting in Ruth''s bedroom. It''s the middle of the night, and I''m having silly thoughts and not getting to sleep. Have you had any potion yet? If not... and if you''ll allow me, and promise not to think ill of me for making such an offer, I think I''m prepared to cook you the old recipe first, and administer it to you properly. Maybe. Assuming we get on as well as I hope we do. Did you know Karella sent Ruth the ingredients? No fresh squid needed, of course, so it''s a more portable option, certainly, even if the effects don''t last more than a year or two. "Not that we remembered that until quite a bit later. "Robert can bear witness that getting old recipe with a kiss is a massive help, as he experienced no nausea at all (though he sure did blush a lot). Margaret ¡ª I told you she and James got married, didn''t I? ¡ª got her healing kiss a bit after Ruth shocked us all with some emergency first aid. She and James almost got a bucket, (well, a cup anyway) of cold water on their heads as feedback took over. Eventually, Ruth remembered and told us the whole story of mermaid''s kiss and the new potion. Oh, you might wonder about my first taste of mermaid''s kiss. I was six or seven, and had pneumonia. Grandma made me some, saying she''d hoped to save it until I was older, but that it might help get rid of my infection. I remember a vile taste in my mouth for ages and complained to Grandma. She said something about not kissing me but she licked my thumb and told me to suck it. Somehow it helped, a bit. The thought of grandma licking my thumb again certainly stopped my moans, gross! Anyway, be nice and you might get some kisses, and come morning I might be mortified at writing this, so I''d better send it quickly. Ruth''s outer wall would probably have been finished if not for the storm, which started just after James and Margaret arrived. It''s due to last well into tomorrow, so there''ll be more time for stories later. Oh, if Ruth doesn''t write soon, then bug her to find out what else happened last night. So, when are you coming? I want some hugs, do you know how alone it feels when everyone around you is a couple? Of course you do. So, please don''t crash on your test-flight, and do make sure everything''s working properly. Hathie.
Message to Hathellah Young, Mars. 9th October Hi Hathie! Did you know the time difference is about half a day at the moment, so it''s mid-day Atlantis time? Nice to get your message, in more ways than one, because it proves my connection to the interplanetary net is working. Oooh, what an offer to make to a man you''ve not met! What will your parents think? Don''t worry, I''ll not say, but will accept your most generous offer, my princess. It was really entirely without side-effect except embarrassment? Wow! The test flight is in progress right now, actually. The squid is with me at the moment, too, demonstrating that he (or she ¡ª I''ll leave working out the gender to other squid) can survive zero gravity. This is the boring bit, where there''s nothing to do except watch the blue ball go away and the white one get lumpier. Oops, radio call. OK I''m back, that was Lunar approach asking who I was, why I was going to land, etcetera. I told them the same old story about this being an experimental craft and that I was just planning to follow their flight path down the to not-touching the runway and leave again. I know Karella had the flight plan filed. They said ''just stop there, that''s impossible'' so I''ve just tried out my emergency breaks. The squid didn''t think much of ten G, but seems to have survived, as did I. I then had an interesting discussion with lunar approach about what particular meaning of ''just stop there'' they meant. It made their radar decide that it had gone badly wrong, apparently, and it did a complete reset. So, I''m back on course now, they''re going to let me check that my auto-pilot can follow their flight path, and I''ve faithfully promised not to stop in mid-space again. So far, the only change I''m going to make is to have the emergency stop gentler unless I''m close to a planet, or there''s a real collision imminent. No one''s used to a spacecraft doing it, so it''s going to cause utter confusion and maybe an accident. Otherwise Albatross 2 seems to be flight ready, my princess. Boris
Message to Hathellah Young, Mars. 9th October Beloved Hathie, change of plan. My emergency stop seems to have broken my CO2 scrubber, so I''ve just had permission from Lunar approach to hurry up and land. Don''t worry, I''ve got plenty of air so I could always dump the lot and refill if it gets too bad. Boris.
Message to Hathellah Young, Mars. 9th October Beloved Hathie, It seems I''ve added some extra claims to fame. As far as I know, I''m the first Mer to have been on the moon, the people here say I''m also the first paraplegic to have come here (though, sadly, they''ve sent a number home, after accidents). So, they were really surprised to meet my hover chair. And the squid, too. They''re not sure there''s been one of those here either. Maybe we should set him free? But they''ve patched up my CO2 scrubber. Apparently there was an internal wiring problem, only accessible by breaking the plastic case. I''d guessed that, but apparently I''ve also broken the first law of space travel by failing to bring any duct tape. Oh, I''ve found a bug in the Albatross 2, too. It thinks big lump of rock means atmosphere, so it sprouted wings as it approached the moon. If in doubt, blame the programmer for taking short-cuts. I actually have two passengers on the way back: a young Christian couple who needed to get off the moon quickly. Did you know that lunar corp charge people to breathe here, let alone eat? They apparently fell afoul of a rule that said they needed to work fifty hours a week on average to qualify for free lodging as missionary care workers. Forty-nine and a half doesn''t count, and after he came down with the flu a few weeks ago, that''s what his average is over the last 2 months. Their contract got revoked today, so they were very happy to hear that I could take them back ''mudside'' as it''s apparently called here. The scary thing is they''ve got a friend at the Lunar university playing with forcefields, in the research lab, who''s at about the stage Simon was six months ago. I.e. a danger to everyone near. Boris
Message to Boris Gravitymaster, Lunar transfer orbit? Satursol 9th October Dear Boris, I''m very very glad hear that your life support is all fixed. Next time, please take 2 spares. I did sleep soon after writing to you. The storm came early and now it seems to have passed early. So much for forecasts. The good news is that means we''ve got the whole day to build walls. I don''t suppose you count as an expert on programming extruders do you? Ruth doesn''t want it to accidentally shred her dome. Hathie ps. You still haven''t told me when you''re getting here... any ideas? Effects of Openness / Ch. 18:Research

Effects of Openness / Ch. 18:Research

Message to Dr Simon Findhorn-Bunting, Mars university. Wednesday 9th October Dear Dr Findhorn-Bunting, I''ve just been directed to contact you by a citizen of Atlantis who unexpectedly took some friends of mine back to Earth. To be precise, via them, he said ''get everyone behind some heavy duty radiation shielding, hit the off button with a long stick, mark it with a great big warning sign saying it could accidentally kill everyone at the university, and contact Dr Simon Findhorn-Bunting on Mars for advice. I attach the rough design parameters of my setup, and would value any insights about what made him so nervous. Thomas White (M.A. student, Lunar university.)
Dear Professors Wentworth and Randolph, An M.A. student at your university has just been put in contact with me by a concerned citizen of Atlantis. Let me add my concerns to his own, and detail our experimental regime here on Mars. 1. Safety parameters regarding test area for unconstrained forcefield experimentation will be in broad accordance with gamma-ray laser safety regulations for a similar continuous power. i.e. a device with a supply of 1kW or above shall be over the horizon from any living human. 2. The test facility should be categorized as a space traffic hazard when operational at high powers (see below). 3. At device turn-off, it should be assumed that there will be a radiation burst equal to the total time-integrated radiation flux intercepted by the device, and/or relevant decay products for unstable particles. This total flux will occur over a sub-millisecond timescale, and the localised burst can of course trigger other radioactive breakdowns. Whether there will be gamma rays included in this outburst depends on the exact nature of the field. The motivation for items 1 and 2 above are that the forcefield hedgehog is a self-folded sheet of almost fractal complexity. Depending on the exact circuit configuration and radio-frequency perturbations of the forcefield ''hedgehog'', the fractal surface may be ''flattened'' to create a disk, cone, or ''rod'' (actually a cylinder approximately half a millimetre diameter). Each of these surfaces has an area proportional to the power input but there seems to be a scaling factor depending on the curvature of the surface. Experimental results indicate that a three metre diameter disk, equates to a thirty one point five metre spike, and a hedgehog approximately one millimeter diameter. The rod diameter does not show any correlation to input power, so we''re seeing the rod length linearly dependent on the input power, the disk diameter as a square root and the hedgehog proportional to the cube root of the input power. Clearly, the sudden manifestation of a rod which expands at approximately a third of light speed can have adverse effects on life and any physical structures it may intersect, and the appearance of the disk form carries a significant risk of dismemberment of anyone directly observing the experiment. Professor Simon Findhorn-Bunting, PhD BSc (Head) Forcefield research dept, Mars.
Message to Hathellah Young, Mars, Saturday 10th October Dear Hathie, According to an astronomy program I''ve just looked at, from Earth, Venus, Mercury and Mars are all pretty much all in the same bit of sky at the moment. Yes, that''s right, I''m thinking orbits, and delta V and things. Did you know, what with the Earth about to go behind the sun relative to you, it''s not the recommended time of year to come visit? Do you think I care? Not at all. Boris.
Dear Professor Findhorn-Bunting, From your concerned letter it does indeed seem that young Mr White is dabbling with forces he can''t control safely, and he states that he is unable to obtain any forcefield at the reduced powers you indicate are more suitable for lab work. We have searched for recent publications regarding the experimental set-up you are using that allow these reduced powers, but so-far have drawn a complete blank. Please could you give us some pointers? With the status quo, as the laboratory''s safety officer, I am required to prohibit any further research on this topic, and indeed, in the time available it seems that his research phase has of necessity come to an abrupt end. Yet it seems a shame to blight his young career by making such a call. Your research facility seems significantly better equipped and prepared than our meager budget allows, thus I wonder if there might be any possibility of him conducting his research remotely? Prof. Bob Wentworth. Head of Electronics faculty, University of Luna.
Dear Professor Wentworth, I attach a paper we''ve been working on for the past five months, basically attempting to obtain for ourselves the information I sent you, and which is now in-press at Advances in Space Research. That information I received anonymously, some 6 months ago from a citizen of Atlantis. At the time, of course, none of us knew about that marvelous city, but I had every reason to trust the source, given the manner in which the information was delivered to me. Our own efforts, as you will see from the paper, have proved to be only somewhat closer to the safe laboratory power levels, and we are not able to reduce the hedgehog below 2mm so far. I have only personally observed the 1mm ''hedgehog'' on equipment lent to us for the experiment by Atlantis, on a strictly ''no looking inside'' basis. A friend who originated in Atlantis stated to me that this piece of technology is of the sort used in Atlantis schools, however the school version contains a safety limiter that does not permit more powerful fields to be developed. My best suggestion, in view of the short time for Mr White''s research timetable, (and interplanetary travel times) is to enquire from Atlantis as to whether a similar loan could be arranged, or whether Atlantis or some other Earth government would be able to arrange for his experiments to occur on some isolated island on Earth. I''m afraid we do not yet have the support staff to conduct distance-operated experiments at our facilities, unless of course his research needs directly correlate with experiments we''d do ourselves. Were more time available for travel, we would of course welcome his use of the facilities here as part of a cooperative project. That option would of course require that he be able/willing to live on Mars in the normal manner. Professor Simon Findhorn-Bunting, PhD BSc (Head) Forcefield research dept, Mars.
Findhorn-Bunting Complex, Wedsol, 13th October, 6pm ¡°Simon? What have you been telling the lunar university?¡± ¡°Urm... what context? I''ve backed up Boris'' warning about using forcefield research in a laboratory.¡± ¡°Karella''s just had ''a please can we have a forcefield to play with?'' request.¡± ¡°Ah, that was probably sparked by me. I said we hadn''t got down to one millimeter hedgehogs but Atlantis lent us one, maybe they could ask.¡± ¡°You didn''t say ''lent us one for the purposes of that one paper about the risks?''¡± ¡°I thought I did. Urm... yes.¡± ¡°And... what''s their need?¡± ¡°I don''t exactly know, Boris might. He put the guy in contact with me, after all. All I know is he was generating a twenty millimetre hedgehog on the lab bench.¡± ¡°Sounds familiar.¡± ¡°But his coils were the other way round to mine, so he had a very real risk of making a disk.¡± ¡°Sounds nasty.¡± ¡°Deadly, and he''s a master''s student, into his second year, so really he needs to be running a couple of confirmatory experiments and writing up. Not that I''m sure what exactly he''s been studying.¡± ¡°You didn''t ask?¡± ¡°Would you ask an ambassador from another country what the treaty they were planning to draw up might say?¡± ¡°Well, Ruth, maybe,¡± Alice said. ¡°Yes, but she''s a special case.¡± ¡°Your Robert certainly thinks so. You''ve heard they''re engaged?¡± ¡°Of course. But he''s cautious, and not a bit nervous. It''s subject to her parents approval.¡± ¡°What do his think?¡± ¡°Very happy, by the sound of it.¡± ¡°Well, let''s hope hers are then.¡±
Message to Ruth Mars-speaker, Mars. From Boris, Sunday, 14th October. Hey, Ruth, Hathie told me a while ago that you have some news but not what. Come on cousin! Curious minds want to know the gossip. Boris.
Message to Boris Gravitymaster, Atlantis. From Ruth, Thursol, 14th October. Sorry, Boris. I''m going to write to my parents first, but I keep putting it off. Ruth
Message to Prof. Bob Wentworth, Luna, Thursol 14th October Dear Professor Wentworth, This is to confirm that the Atlantis government have received the requested character references and testimonies for your student Thomas White and are willing to provide transport for him to Mars, where he can conduct his scary research without killing anyone. Atlantis will not be charging for the first 100kg of mass (him, worn/carried clothes, cargo and journey food). Additional cargo will be charged at 1.2 Mars Transfer Kilos per Kg. His total mass budget for the trip is, I understand, not likely to cause problems, but I understand total volume is limited. Please discuss these details directly with Atlantis. I understand that assuming you can arrange delivery to Atlantis port on time, (whenever that is ¡ª I have no idea) cargo may originate on Earth or Luna. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Mars University have indicated that they are happy to receive him and provide accommodation under their cooperative research programme. Please do ask him to read the attached packing list carefully, in particular reference to the items I''ve highlighted. I understand that much food on Luna is imported at reasonable prices, but that is NOT true here, so he should assume he will be bringing his own dried foods and herbs/spices, eating gloop and eventually growing his own food (hydroponic buckets etc. are available locally, but he should either bring his own nutrients or expect to buy them with transport kilos). Local bartering of foodstuffs is of course possible, and at the moment luxuries like imported rice and wheat flour are trading at 1kg for 5kg of local root vegetables. Sugar is not a normal part of the Martian diet, but is produced locally now at a luxury price. It should not be brought as a trade item, as importing it has historical links to immoral behaviour. In my opinion, Mars seems unlikely to develop a supply of decent quality steel any time in the next decade. You can get reasonable gardening tools, but some people prefer to import those, let alone screwdrivers, pins, needles etc. I would, however advise against bringing such items as barter items, as too much depends on the perceived quality of the brand and established trust that the merchandise is genuine. Some substandard imported products bearing fake brand marks have recently left people very angry. Be aware that any gold must be declared on arrival and is not easily traded, as it is linked to purchase of claims. Other precious metals and gems may be traded, but the market is small, fluctuates wildly and I cannot in any way say if they are more valuable here or on Earth. Ruth Mars-speaker Emilia Matthew, Ambassador of Atlantis to Mars
Dear Mum and Dad, I''ve been nervously planning to write but failing, for almost a week now. I have tentatively said yes to a question I was asked on Frisol, but only yes with the proviso that I want your input and approval. You are coming to Mars aren''t you? Please don''t say plans have changed and you''re not. So, let me tell you the context. On Frisol night we ended up with a big radiation storm. James Newsbringer and his wife Margaret, Hathellah, Robert and I ended up crowded into my bedroom (that''s underground and is designed as a radiation shelter, have I said?). We''d had about an hour''s notice, so we''d got into the house-dome, tidied up and while I cooked I moaned a bit, and pointed James to a box I''d dismissed as not very good dried seaweed. Silly me to doubt my beloved queen. She''d actually sent me some beautiful crystal pieces. Did you engrave any of them, mum? I think I recognise the style. If so, thank you so much! A lovely surprise. James thought the seaweed was packaging, then I read Karella''s letter, and got another surprise. Not nasty seaweed, not packaging either. Old potion. So, since James and Margaret are newly wed and we didn''t want to wait with giving her potion until she became pregnant, I cooked some. Being the scatterbrain I am, I''d forgotten the old name. So, Margaret drank some and tried to wash away the aftertaste with a chilli. Which only worked for a while. Hathellah recognised it ¡ª Hathellah the elder had given some to her when she had pneumonia when she was younger, apparently it worked. Robert took some last of all, making clear it was for love of me, not love of swimming that he risked the foul brew. Then, in a flash I half remembered that the mermaid that cooked it should kiss those she feels kindly towards. I certainly felt kindly towards Robert, so I shocked him and everyone else by kissing him first and explaining later. I let James kiss his own wife. The kiss is important, and mermaid''s kiss with a kiss is kind indeed, Margaret''s experience with vile aftertaste had vanished by the time we''d almost poured cold water on the newlyweds (the poor things had to suffer a night in a room with three others, too) and Robert says he hardly got any aftertaste before I shocked the poor man. After I''d told them the story of mermaid''s kiss, which I finally remembered all of (I think it was after, anyway), Robert and I got talking, well thinking together. Both of us were, I think a bit bemused that we''d heard no emotions from the other, sure we must be overflowing with them ¡ª especially after I''d shocked him. So we talked. Hathellah is very much the dominant talkative twin, but this time he told her to stop, to not interpret his emotions. It turns out she doesn''t know them, he''s too private a man, not even sharing them with her or me. While his sister, and let''s face it, me too, thought that he was in shock at the thought of having a girlfriend, Robert has had, in his pocket, a ring his grandmother told him to give to a nice Christian girl if he couldn''t find a mermaid. So, he shocked all of us, and asked me if I''d marry him, and if I''d wear that engagement ring. I know his faith, I think I know his love of me ¡ª we don''t want feedback but in our discussion we did let a bit out, I don''t know his future work any more than he does. It seems too soon, but Martians are born risk-takers, and you know me. I''d already said though, that I wanted your approval. Not just of the idea of me being old enough to decide, but of him. For once, I wish to follow traditions, my beloved parents, and he is respectful of that. He asked not if I would marry him, but if I would marry him if you approved. I hope the answer is yes, but if you see what I am blind to, please say and do not hold back. An engagement of months is quite normal here, and it is not a betrothal, no vows have been spoken nor unconditional promises, so we are not doing anything unusual in the eyes of Martians. Nor, indeed, is engagement after five weeks considered fast among truthsayers. But it does feel fast, and it does feel I''ve known him forever. What shall I say? I think I love him, truly, deeply, and quite possibly unselfishly. So I''ll weep if you tell me he should give his ring to another (that''s the custom), but I''d rather I weep than we enter a marriage we should not. Enough on that subject, and onto another. Mummy, be aware, I know two seers here, father and cute three year old. I think the father had no training, and seers are not known even to the gifted here. Daddy, James had an idea ¡ª the old stories of the Mer, (not the secrets of the deep, of course) published maybe week by week, or month by month, in English, to help others understand our sense of history. Perhaps written, as they expect here, or perhaps told as they should be, What do you think? If written, James points out they should be proofread, corrected. Before you leap for joy at such a task, Daddy, there will be more boring work that must take priority ¡ª so far, it seems there may be a treaty of perpetual friendship, seas for us to swim in, an atmosphere fit for all to breathe, fish to catch, demarcations of sovereignty. Mer and Martian law in parallel. Even a council of unity? Who knows. I would certainly not trust myself with such details. Too many years have passed, and I miss you. Your loving daughter, Ruth. ps Boris has heard I have news, but not what. Please do tell him.
Message to Professor Simon Findhorn-Bunting, Mars University, Monday 15th October Dear Professor Bunting, We understand that the government of Atlantis have cleared this all with you, and indeed with Mars, but just to check before anyone gets on a spacecraft... you''re really willing for Thomas to come and use your facilities, and not at all concerned at the speed Atlantis are willing to get him there? Is there anything I should be aware of about the Mars University cooperative research programme? Bob Wentworth. Luna Univ.
Message to Ruth Mars-speaker, Mars Monday 15th October My daughter, you have grown up in so many ways while away from us. We will certainly meet your Robert, but do not expect either of us to say ''stop, don''t'', as though you were still a child. But we will, of course, tell you what we see. Yes, I knew of the two seers, from our queen and James. You know them well? I wonder what the father will see in me! Or should I worry more of the daughter? ''James boy mermaid'' indeed! She is a perceptive one, to see such.¡± Boris wasn''t that surprised, and said something like he wondered how Martian Robert''s sister wanted to be about things. I think he''s quite nervous about meeting her, actually. Your father is, as you anticipated, delighted at the thought of editing English language versions of our histories. I don''t suppose you know any opportunities for them to be publicly sung do you? your proud Mother.
Message to Emilia Knifeteacher, Atlantis. From Ruth, Sunsol 17th October. Mummy, should we be more worried about ''James boy mermaid'' (other than about the grammar and semantics, of course), ''princess mermaid'' or ''Ruth happy, Ruth boyfriend Thingumy happy'' (when I approached their home to introduce Hathellah to the mother, and Robert came too. She''s decided his name is Thingumy. We''d decided to walk together the day before, but certainly hadn''t announced it). Today I went to Robert''s fellowship ¡ª also where Lara''s Harry attended. Lots of people send their greetings if you meet either of them. It wasn''t the first time, but the previous time had been a family service. I hadn''t realised how much of our church backgrounds were similar. The elders asked me to introduce myself, and to give my testimony. I also explained my attitude to the ring I wear and how Robert hadn''t asked for ¡ª and I hadn''t given ¡ª a definite yes, out of my desire to finally honour your advice. That was well received by the elder generation and got us some shocked looks from the younger one. I think it will be a difficult decision which church to make home if Robert and I do marry. I really appreciate pastor Tom Durrell''s style of teaching, and the friendships I''ve made there, but being here was also a taste of home. Maybe we''ll just alternate for a while. I don''t know. You said Boris seemed nervous? I don''t think he needs to be of this church family. In case you''re wondering Hathie (she prefers that name from friends) is not in any way nervous at meeting Boris. It is much more the case that she''s impatient that he actually turns up so she can have some hugs. Out of interest, has Boris been inundated by a wave of admirers with his new name, as Hathie expected? And when are you coming? Ruth
Message to Ruth Mars-Speaker, Friday 19th October Oi, Ruth, Why are you asking your mum about my crowd of admirers, not me? Afraid you''d upset me? Lara, bless her heart, stated at my big naming day that as well as conquering gravity, I''d also managed to claim the affection of Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah, who wasn''t likely to accept any rivals. So no, I haven''t been mobbed. But there were a few fluttery eyelashes asking me to let them know if things didn''t work out with Hathie. Anyway, I''m resolutely not telling many people at all about arrival dates or times. Particularly Hathie, much though she begs and pesters; I''d like to surprise my princess. Boris
Message to Robert Young, Mars, 21st October Hi Robert, I do believe you''re the perfect co-conspirator in surprising Hathie and Ruth. Do you feel you can keep a secret? Boris in flight
Dear Boris, Sorry for the slow reply... you''d like me to get them to help me fetch something bulky from the spaceport? When? Robert
Message to Robert Young, Mars, Thursol 22nd Oct. Great! You answered! James is now involved too, which is just fine, since we''ll need two vehicles for everyone. Ruth said you had a trailer for the Albatross one, could you arrange to have that too? Arrival is Satursol, around lunchtime, depending what Mars traffic control think. I''ll let you know. I''ll send some true but confusing info for Hathie and Ruth''s consumption. Boris.
Message to Ruth Mars-speaker and Hathellah Young, Mars. From Boris, 22nd October. Hi, Today is Thursol there right? I''m very happy to say that we''ve finally had our flightplan approved by Mars operations. Even after your hard work, Ruth, and Albatross 1 they treated my flight plan like a joke at first... just because I said I can hover in mid-air if they needed me to. Oh, and something about it not being the right time of the cycle to leave Earth. I don''t know, have they never heard of how much free delta V you can get with a Mercury-flyby and playing with gravity? Anyway, mirrored forcefields are no problem, and the Mercury-flyby was a joke, so there''s no risk of us toasting. We are officially on the way! Right now, we''re dawdling a bit to let the others catch up. It rather looks like someone got their fingers confused and they got the last but one course change bearing entered wrongly. Not dangerous (except if there''d been other traffic there), just embarrassing. I hope it wasn''t me that did the typing. Who knows. Anyway, I thought you''d like to know we''re on our way at last. Take care! Boris, and everyone on board
Fly to me quickly, but safely, my boyfriend. Albatross 1 got here in what, ten days? Does that mean Satursol week? Hathie.
Message to Hathellah Young, Mars. From Boris, 23rd October Princess, the drive is different, none of us bits of squishy cargo like the thought of feeling like we weigh twice as much as we do on Earth, and we''re not doing a fiery plunge into the atmosphere like Albatross 1 did to slow itself down. But we''ve still got the wings, hence Albatross. (I don''t think they''re going to flash ''happy birthday Ruth'' this time round, that would be embarrassing). I''ve decided: I''m going to turn them on just to check. I think, based on my quick calculations of our albedo at the moment, and their angle to the sun then if you look towards the right bit of sky tonight then (a) you''ll get more radiation exposure than I want you getting, since I read there''s a storm forecast and (b) there''s a small chance you might see us. The only problem is, I can''t work out where the right way is from your point of view, sorry. Roughly in the direction of Venus. Just don''t get a radiation dose. Boris
Boris, I''ve just had my pet physicist of a brother check your calculations. I think you lost some orders of magnitude. Unless your wings are 500km across, there''s no way I''m going to see you if you''re near Venus. And you''re right. big storm forecast tonight, so much so I''m underground already. Hathie Fly to me safely, my boyfriend. Effects of Openness / Ch. 19:Wings

Effects of Openness / Ch. 19:Wings

Embassy of Atlantis, Satursol 23rd October, 11am. ¡°Ruth, Hathie?¡± Robert called, ¡°You know that delivery they said was coming? I''ve just heard it''s getting there soon, and they don''t want it cluttering up the place.¡± ¡°And you really need both of us?¡± ¡°Please.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Thingumy urm... forcefield thing. Please?¡± ¡°Oh, come on, Ruth.¡± Hathie said, wondering why Robert was so anxious. ¡°Let''s go get it.¡±
¡°Robert¡± Hathie said, ¡°You''ve missed the turning to the cargo area, there''s nothing up here but the viewing platform.¡± ¡°OK, OK, Hathie, I''ve been here before, you know? Now let me drive will you?¡± ¡°I think he''s upset with you Hathie.¡± Ruth guessed. ¡°I think he''s just missed the last place we can turn round,¡± Hathie said. ¡°Fine, nag me about it later. Did you notice that rock?¡± ¡°You could slow down.¡± ¡°Don''t want to miss it,¡± Robert said. ¡°Miss what?¡± ¡°That,¡± he pointed at a pair of little dots in the sky. ¡°It''s only just landing?¡± Hathie exclaimed in disgust. ¡°They¡± Robert corrected, stopping the marsmobile so that Hathie and Ruth had a view of the approach and runway. He then handed Ruth a pair of binoculars. ¡°Robert, what am I supposed to do with these?¡± ¡°You look through them, Ruth, and they help you see what''s there, and then you can try not to say anything and if I''m very lucky you kiss me while Hathie has a look.¡± ¡°Optimist. You''ve dragged me away from digging my swimming pool to do some plane watching.¡± ¡°Ruth?¡± Robert asked, shading his eyes, ¡°If you don''t want to see, let me, please?¡± ¡°What''s there to see?¡± Hathie asked, ¡°You''ve seen one landing, you''ve seen them all.¡± ¡°Humour me, please, Ruth?¡± Ruth looked through the binoculars. She took them from her eyes, rubbed them and looked again. ¡°Robert,¡± Ruth said, ¡°Am I seeing what I think I''m seeing?¡± ¡°If you think it''s a fire-breathing dragon, then absolutely not,¡± Robert said, ¡°there aren''t any fire-breathing dragons on Mars.¡± ¡°There are mermaids giving kisses though,¡± Ruth said, and handing Hathie the binoculars she grabbed him in a fierce embrace. [How long have you known?] Ruth asked. [Not long, a few days.] Robert replied, and let a little of his love for her bubble up. [Don''t tempt me or I''ll flood you with so much, you won''t breath.] [I''ve had your kiss, remember? I might survive it.] [Tempter. You might get wet though. Thank you, Robert, thank you so much.] Hathie was meanwhile not managing to find anything to look at. ¡°Argh. I can''t make these work!¡± she moaned. ¡°Just use one then, Hathie.¡± Robert suggested, ¡°fix your eyes on the dots and then bring the lens into the way.¡± ¡°No!¡± Hathie shouted. ¡°What do you mean, ''no?''¡± ¡°No! It is not possible. You can''t get from Venus to here in a few hours.¡± ¡°No. But if you remember what Boris wrote, he said they were in the direction of Venus, not near it.¡± ¡°You lied to me,¡± Hathie complained. ¡°No, I didn''t, but I did steal your hairbrush this morning.¡± He handed it to her. ¡°Not that I''m saying you''re vain, but...¡± ¡°But he tried to think of everything,¡± Ruth said. ¡°He didn''t bring my best dress,¡± Hathie declared. She''d been discussing what she wanted to wear with her mother a few nights before. ¡°Me? No. Mum hung it in the shower,¡± Robert said grinning. Marsmobiles were intended for long, multi-day journeys, and had a small caravan-style shower area. It wouldn''t be easy for Hathie to change, but it would be possible. ¡°It''s up to you, Hathie,¡± Robert said, ¡°I estimate that they''ll be on the ground in two minutes, but take at least five minutes clearing arrivals, so you could just watch them land.¡± ¡°And change while you''re driving down there?¡± ¡°There is that problem, yes.¡± Hathie thought for a while. ¡°I''ll watch and brush. I really want to see this touchdown.¡± ¡°You realize he''s probably not going to touch on the runway, don''t you?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°He''s not, is he? Robert, I hope you''re going to film this.¡± ¡°Certainly. As are landing control, of course. They''ve got to see if the ships do any damage to the runway.¡± ¡°Doesn''t seem very likely, if they don''t touch it.¡± Ruth said. ¡°I know,¡± Robert agreed, ¡°but rules are rules.¡± ¡°They''re so beautiful,¡± Hathie said, looking at the silver-winged Albatrosses, gently gliding in. ¡°But why does he need the wings if he''s got anti-gravity?¡± ¡°Apparently the anti-gravity has a tendency to bounce,¡± Ruth said, ¡°And he didn''t think landing like a rubber ball was going to be nearly impressive enough for his princess. Or my parents.¡± ¡°Mirror finish albatross wings. That''s impressive, I think,¡± Hathellah said. ¡°Yes. I wonder what the radar system thinks,¡± Ruth said, ¡°I bet they''re not used to perfect reflection.¡± ¡°I presume you''re not going to tell me how do do that?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Urm... no. Actually... no, he''d better not have. Surely not!¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°I know of one way of doing that. I''m sure he didn''t do it though.¡± ¡°Am I allowed to know?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°I won''t tell,¡± Robert promised. ¡°Hold on, I''ll call James,¡± Ruth said, making the call on her wrist unit. ¡°Hi Ruth, what''s up?¡± ¡°I''m up at the viewing area, watching a pair of very pretty space ships landing.¡± ¡°Oh yes? I''m at the terminal building. Rainbow?¡± ¡°No. Mirrored-silver wings. I''m just really hoping you know of an alternative explanation to the way I learned they did that.¡± ¡°Urm. This is Boris we''re talking about, Ruth.¡± ¡°I know. That''s one of the things that scares me.¡± ¡°I''m sure he''s just found another way. The entire wings?¡± ¡°Yes. And I''m not talking dull silvery either, I''m guessing ninety nine to a hundred percent reflection. He did write to Hathie and me saying ''mirrored forcefields are no problem''.¡± ¡°Well, there you go, he must have worked out how do to them some other way.¡± ¡°Lets hope so,¡± Ruth said, ¡°Oh the plus side, Ruth, if he''s used the traditional approach then firstly, no one''s going to successfully steal the secret of the thing, and secondly there''ll be no problem keeping the lights on at the embassy.¡± ¡°You, James, are just so reassuring. Do you remember the numbers from school?¡± ¡°A microgram for a square millimetre.¡± James quoted the ratio of positronium ¡ª matter-antimatter electron pairs ¡ª to area for a reflecting forcefield. ¡°Which makes a gram per square metre, and I''m guessing at least twenty metre wingspan on those pretty birds.¡± ¡°Ruth, don''t worry. There was far more stored under your feet back home.¡± ¡°Yes, I know, I know. Anyway, if you''re planning to watch them land you''d better move, they''re visible without binoculars now.¡± ¡°Much noise?¡± James asked. ¡°James it''s an Albatross. When did you hear an Albatross make much noise?¡± ¡°When it was on the ground and talking to its mate, and when in the sky wondering if there''s anyone else around?¡± ¡°Oh, all right then. I just wonder when they are going to put down webbed feet and bounce around on anti-gravity.¡± ¡°Oooh, pretty, I see them. Boris really is a show-off, isn''t he?¡± Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! ¡°James, I just think he''s in love. Anyway, I''m going to concentrate on the show. Bye.¡± ¡°Grams per square metre of scary stuff?¡± Robert asked her as she disconnected. ¡°It''s rude to eavesdrop, Robert. Yes.¡± ¡°Nutronium? Antimatter?¡± Ruth rolled her eyes, ¡°Oh all right, I''ll tell you, but I want your oath: no experimenting, no telling anyone.¡± ¡°You have it, Ruth. I vow I''ll not betray secrets of the deep you tell me.¡± [What''s scarier than stored antimatter, Robert?] [Scarier than antimatter?] [Stored antimatter.] Ruth corrected. [Released antimatter?] [That''s not scary, that''s just bang. No what''s scarier than stored antimatter is stored matter-antimatter pairs. Positronium, or energy waiting to escape. Very very responsive to electric charge, your excited positronium. Perfect high frequency super-conductor in fact, no boring big heavy nuclei to slow down the electrons. But like James says, we don''t need to worry.] [Urm. Sure?] [Absolutely. If those things each hold twenty grams of positronium and something goes wrong then there''ll be an instant gamma ray and neutrino flash that''ll kill us all.] [And that''s nothing to worry about?] [It''s safe or it''s not. Not much point worrying about it. You might as well worry about the second coming. And anyway, Boris has probably developed some other way of making reflective wings. We hope.] [And you''re going to ask him about it before we park one or two of them outside your complex, I hope.] [Oh, that''s what the trailer''s for?] Ruth asked. [Yes. I hope we made the gate wide enough.] [I love you, Robert.] [Did I say something wrong?] [No. You''re just worried about not being able to get an antigravity capable spacecraft through a gate we can take down in about thirty seconds. We can probably get Boris to hop over the gate anyway. No worrying, OK? Hold hands and enjoy the show.] [I love you Ruth. You''re amazing and beautiful and I do so want to marry you.] [I''ve got an idea then, let''s prioritise between asking Boris about forcefields and introducing you to my parents.] [Boris is going to be busy. Hathellah has been making plans, I think. So let''s talk to your parents.] [Good idea,] Ruth agreed, [What was that hastily suppressed thought I just caught about pastor Tom?] [Silly, optimistic idea. Ruth, how long an engagement would Mer normally have?] [Engagement? Not long. Pre-engagement discussions leading to the decision to marry? A few months. Before getting to that stage, at least a month or so, normally a year.] [Oh. I''ve rushed you, haven''t I?] [It''s OK.] [No it''s not. You take only take the decision to get engaged when you''re absolutely sure, don''t you?] [You don''t?] [Well, yes, but the few months of engagement, not to mention the stress of getting ready for the wedding gives time to get used to the idea and hopefully notice if there''s a problem. I''m sorry.] [What for?] [Being too excited and not thinking.] [You''ve spoken to pastor Tom, haven''t you?] [Sorry.] [And he''s on stand-by for tomorrow?] [He advised against it.] [{relief} Sorry, I shouldn''t have let that out.] [I want you to be honest with me, Ruth. I only want us to marry when we both think we''re ready. Please don''t let me rush you.] [I think it''s a trust thing, Robert. Not you so much as my emotions.] [I think I understand. They''ve let you down in the past, led you in bad places.] [Yes.] [And I need to be patient. Because love is patient.] [Thank you.] [So we set no date yet.] [Not this side of you meeting my parents, anyway.] [Not even immediately afterwards. Maybe we talk about it but we don''t announce it or consider it fixed.] ¡°Hey, lovers.¡± Hathie said, ¡°are you paying attention to anything except each other''s eyes?¡± The spacecraft were close to the ground now, and from the observation hill they were able to see the upper portions of the wings had become a fiery-red, colour. ¡°Oooh, I didn''t notice that,¡± Ruth said, ¡°I hope air traffic control don''t panic.¡± ¡°It''s fading.¡± Robert said. The red colour seemed to be disappearing as if it were draining out out of the upturned wing tips. ¡°Not surprised.¡± Ruth said, ¡°That was quite a radiation release.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± Robert asked. ¡°I''m fairly sure he''s just squirted all the radiation they picked up on the way here out into space. Ooh look, Morse code as it touches down.¡± ¡°Do you happen to know Morse?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Don''t you?¡± Ruth asked, surprised. ¡°Not beyond S.O.S.¡± ¡°The one this side says ''My Thellah, I come.''¡± ¡°And the other?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°He''s going to be embarrassed,¡± Ruth said, grinning. ¡°''Happy birtday, Ruth''?¡± Robert guessed. ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°Oh!¡± Ruth exclaimed, ¡°It now says, ''gotcha!'' and now that one''s saying urm... ''Albatross 3 has landed.'' And that''s repeating.¡± ¡°I wonder if he thought about airlocks.¡± Robert said. ¡°I''ve just had a lovely idea.¡± Ruth announced. ¡°I''m going to call up my mum. and ask.¡±
Hathie had plenty of time to change before processing the new arrivals was complete ¡ª the MarsCorp-originated systems and procedures hadn''t caught up to the idea of immigrants who didn''t come on a ship even remotely connected with MarsCorp, and kept asking for paperwork and registration numbers they didn''t have. Ruth, Robert, Hathie and James were kept abreast of what was happening by Ruth''s father''s running commentary. What really didn''t help was that many decades ago a programmer had decided that they needed a way of testing the system without it being recorded in the database, and that the way to do that was to specify a place of birth, origin, or ship''s country of origin containing the word ''Atlantis''. Human nature being what it is, that critical piece of information hadn''t been documented and had been lost in the mist of time. The increasingly frustrated operator, having entered the data multiple times and seeing it vanish before their eyes eventually declared to Eloise Maugh, who was there expressing the council''s deep apologies that 1. He''d write it down long hand, 2. He''d manually override the machines that wouldn''t issue them their breathers and tents with a crowbar if necessary and 3. he was entirely happy to offer in his resignation to the council. Eloise in response talked to Mack, who came up with another plan: disconnect the main database. After all, arrivals needed processing even if there was a network failure, and there was a fallback system where the computers at the terminal could operate without it all going there and back. And who cared if MarsCorp''s records deleted themselves after the claim forms had been issued. After that, the only issue was that the pressure sensors at doorways didn''t register the presence of Boris'' hover chair. He solved that by borrowing Emilia''s spear. The fact that Ruth''s mother and a number of the other female mer had brought their spears and bows had caused some concern but Ruth had pointed out with a straight face that they were mainly cultural assertions of femininity and she really couldn''t imagine seeing her mother going on any long journey without her spear. ¡°Please accept the council''s apologies for that series of disasters,¡± Eloise said, ¡°Obviously, the council will be requiring MarsCorp to fix their systems, but that doesn''t make up for all the frustration.¡± ¡°We''re here, that''s the important thing,¡± Emilia said. ¡°But it''s going to take me a while to get used to this gravity.¡± ¡°Gravity is one thing that doesn''t change on Mars, Maam.¡± Eloise said, ¡°Not much else doesn''t. Do come this way, please. Ruth and the others are just through here.¡±
¡°Hello, Boris.¡± Hathellah said, suddenly shy. All her plans about lifting him out of his chair, and smothering him with kisses vanished. It wasn''t just him and her, after all. He was one among eight newcomers, most of the women carrying spears or bows and looking distinctly warlike. ¡°My Thellah,¡± Boris greeted her, ¡°we have conquered gravity, interplanetary distances and even programming incompetence!¡± His calling her Thellah, she was certain she''d heard the capital, banished her shyness. She pointed an accusing finger at him, ¡°You tricked me, and not only that, you''re capitalizing my title as though it''s a name. Don''t deny it.¡± ¡°Urm.¡± Boris said, not sure quite what to say. He did think of it more as a name. ¡°So, you''d better stop calling me Thellah or Princess, and call me Hathie instead. Then everyone knows what you''re saying.¡± ¡°OK, Hathie.¡± ¡°And I''ll accept a kiss in apology for tricking me and making me think I needed to wait for another week or two before you got here.¡± ¡°OK, Hathie.¡± ¡°Come on then.¡± ¡°What, in front of everyone?¡± Boris asked. ¡°You''re the one who''s been proclaiming your love for me to anyone who can read Morse.¡± Boris looked at the dangerously accusing finger that was back in front of his nose, and decided he''d better take her hand. She didn''t resist. ¡°You''re making a scene, Hathie.¡± [And you keep leaving off the possessive.] [I think I love you, Hathie. I know I love the idea of being in love with you, but we haven''t spent much time together, you know?] [You''d better give me my kiss of apology then, hadn''t you?] He kissed her hand, ¡°Sorry for the deception, your highness. I wanted it to be a lovely surprise.¡± ¡°It was,¡± Hathie said, ¡°Now, you also owe me a hug or twenty. Should I sit in your lap or crouch down, or what?¡± ¡°People are watching us and grinning.¡± ¡°Oh, well, let''s give them something to see then,¡± Hathie said, and gently lowered herself into his lap. ¡°This isn''t painful or dangerous or anything, is it?¡± ¡°Not painful. Maybe dangerous if you cut off my circulation too long.¡± ¡°I don''t think I''ll stay here that long, Boris. But your arms are supposed to be around me.¡± ¡°Hathie....¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°You''re not disgusted by my legs?¡± ¡°Any reason I should be? I mean, they''re not dripping green pus or something, are they?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°So, they don''t work very well at the moment. Hopefully that can be fixed. I guess they''re not over-endowed with muscles, but I don''t notice them affecting your arms, your brain, or your mobility. I don''t imagine with those big strong biceps you''ll have any problem turning over compost, even if you don''t invent something to do it at the press of a button. So, legs are probably over-rated when you''re dealing with a world class genius.¡± ¡°You''re amazing,¡± Boris said, looking into her eyes. ¡°Naah, you''re just in love,¡± Hathie said, dismissively. ¡°What about you?¡± ¡°I can''t be, we don''t know each other well enough.¡± she murmured as she lent her head on his shoulder, and rested there.
¡°Mummy, daddy!¡± Ruth Emilia Matthew greeted her parents joyfully, hugging them tightly. ¡°Careful, Ruth, don''t knock us over!¡± Emilia warned her daughter. ¡°So, do you introduce me to everyone now, or shall we wait until we''re at the embassy?¡± ¡°You''ve really got the space?¡± Matthew asked. ¡°At the behest of her majesty, I''ve been doing a lot of digging. The rock seems pretty air-tight, but I''ve been lining the insides with crystal, just in case.¡± Noticing the threatening finger being pointed at Boris, Emilia asked ¡°I presume the young woman after Boris''s blood is Hathellah?¡± ¡°It is indeed, and this is Robert. I don''t actually think it''s his blood she''s after.¡± ¡°No.¡± Her father agreed, ¡°Hello, Robert. You may call us Emilia and Matthew.¡± ¡°I''m pleased to meet you both, Ruth''s told me quite a lot about you.¡± ¡°Not all of it bad, I hope.¡± ¡°None of it that I can think of. Happily she''d stopped running from God before I met her, so I never met her as a rebellious youth.¡± ¡°Did you tell us how you met, Ruth?¡± Matthew asked. ¡°Blame my genius cousin,¡± Ruth said, ¡°He sent me Robert with an over-grand scheme to flood bits of Mars with three comets a year.¡± ¡°Thirty smaller ones makes far more sense,¡± Robert said. ¡°Why not thirty big ones?¡± Emilia asked, ¡°Get it over faster.¡± ¡°It was the thought of a thirty kilometer long, hundred meter tall wall of water that scared us, a bit, mummy. I can''t remember if it was still going at a kilometer a second then or if it had slowed down, but it was still scary.¡± ¡°Ah. Right. Not the best swimming conditions.¡± Matthew agreed. ¡°Come on, meet the others.¡± Emilia said, ¡°The young man looking nervous over there is Thomas White. I can''t think why he''d be still be nervous now that he''s not the only man on a ship with four fully armed mermaids, but maybe it takes a while to wear off. This is Gizela. No one threatened Thomas, did they, Gizela?¡± ¡°Not at all, Emilia. We did promise to dart him and take away his clothes if he asked any more forcefield questions, but that''s not a threat, is it? He''s a brave man, actually.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± ¡°He rather monopolised Sathie''s time.¡± ¡°Oh, did he? Ruth, this is Sathzakara Karella Christoph.¡± ¡°Your highness,¡± Ruth said, giving a small curtsy. Sathie stuck out her tongue in reply and said, ¡°Please don''t call me that.¡± ¡°Did you actually tell him who you were, Sathie?¡± Emilia asked. ¡°It''s not my fault if he doesn''t recognise my name. And I''m sure it''d have been rude to point it out to him. He''s got a sister my age, and I didn''t threaten to steal his underwear.¡± ¡°Gizela, are you staying on Mars?¡± Ruth asked sternly, ¡°I''m afraid there have been so many changes I''m not sure which list people are on now.¡± ¡°No, Zelda and I are accompanying Sathie home.¡± ¡°And Zelda was also on the Albatross three?¡± ¡°Yes, Maam.¡± ¡°Who else?¡± ¡°I was, Maam. Ursula.¡± ¡°Come on then, all three of you.¡± Ruth said. ¡°Thomas, her royal highness tells me her honour-guard were less than honourable towards you.¡± Three voiced said, ¡°Sorry, Thomas.¡± Ruth continued, ¡°I understand that Zelda and Gizella are returning to Atlantis with princess Sathie, and so they are going to grovel at your feet in apology now, and wait on you hand and foot at the meal to which you''re invited tonight. They will also each deliver or send at their own expense a diamond or other gemstone they have gathered themselves ¡ª you may specify ¡ª from their personal collections to your family home as an act of contrition. I trust you will thus consider their debt of honour satisfied and they will think twice before again threatening guests of her Majesty. Ursula will be staying on Mars and will be available for legal prosecution for her part in your distress, or if you have no wish to go through the hassle of prosecuting her, then I am open to other suggestions. She''s obviously useless as a guide to Mars, and I imagine she didn''t bring her gem collection with her.¡± ¡°No, maam,¡± Ursula said. ¡°I don''t want Ursula punished, maam.¡± Thomas said, ¡°She didn''t do or say anything to threaten me.¡± ¡°She didn''t stop the others from doing so either, so she''s still in your debt, and you still have a poor opinion of Mer, I expect.¡± ¡°Are you a Christian, Ursula?¡± Emilia asked. ¡°Yes,¡± Ursula said. ¡°As is he. And you are single and find him attractive and he is single and finds you attractive, so perhaps, Ruth, you should wait a little before passing judgement.¡± ¡°Very well, mother. We''ll discuss this later, Ursula.¡± ¡°Yes, Maam.¡± ¡°Right. You were introducing me, Mummy?¡± ¡°Yes, Ruth. I introduce to you Christina and Pania, who with Ursula form the rest of your staff.¡± ¡°Be welcome to Mars,¡± Ruth said ¡°I guess we need to unload Albatross three and put two onto the trailer.¡± Effects of Openness / Ch. 20: Community

Effects of Openness / Ch. 20:Community

Embassy of Atlantis, 4pm As soon as they''d finished unloading the marsmobiles, Ruth called for attention in order to state her decision, After she''d outlined the charges, she said. ¡°Ursula, in the next week, indeed the next few days would be best, you will talk to Thomas about family trees. Do not make assumptions, I am a relative of Hathellah on her landfolk side, although it is a long way back.¡± Ursula glanced at Thomas and blushed, ¡°If that is to be my punishment, maam, I will certainly obey.¡± ¡°It might achieve the same end, that he does not think our people are all barbarians, Ursula.¡± Ruth pointed out. ¡°Madam Ambassador, I don''t fully understand what''s happening, but...¡± He sounded indignant. ¡°Do not misjudge us, Thomas. My mother sees truths not visible to most, it is a rare gift of the Lord. On the basis of the pre-existing attraction she saw, and you seeming protective of Ursula earlier, what I have just instructed Ursula to do is work out if the two of you are too closely related to consider being more that friends. That is all. Mer bloodlines are a tangled mess, and we count third cousin marriage to be incestuous. Assuming you can demonstrate that you are not close relatives, whatever happens next is up to the pair of you and where your thoughts and prayers lead you.¡± ¡°Oh. Urm. I wasn''t actually looking for a girlfriend....¡± ¡°No pressure.¡± Ruth said, ¡°If you don''t like the idea at all then we can find some other way to let you know how sorry Ursula is for not speaking up for proper behaviour.¡± ¡°I didn''t speak up either,¡± Sathie said. ¡°True,¡± Zelda said, ¡°but your highness is technically a child, and not expected to understand the complexities of such things, and also we were all under orders not to reveal your status, so if you had spoken up we''d have had to decide if we obey our princess and risk breaking orders, or ignore the child. I apologise, Thomas, I was thoughtless and uncaring of things I should have counted dear. In my collection of gems at home I have an uncut diamond about this size, and a ruby about twice the weight. I also have an emerald, about the size of the diamond, but cut. The choice is yours.¡± ¡°I can''t rob you of such treasures!¡± Thomas objected. ¡°These are not treasures, her excellency did not ask for a treasure. I found them in the last year or two.¡± ¡°You found a cut emerald?¡± Thomas asked. ¡°Yes. Possibly it was lost from a cruise ship, or was thrown in the sea deliberately.¡± Zelda said, ¡°So I do not recommend you accept the emerald, it may have been thrown overboard as the most recognisable gem from a stolen collection.¡± ¡°I''ve no idea know how to get a diamond or ruby cut.¡± ¡°Then, choose, and I will have one of them cut and mounted on a silver chain or broach. Gold is something I cannot give.¡± ¡°I have no diamonds I have found,¡± Gizela said, ¡°but I have twin rubies I thought of having cut and mounted for ear-rings. They would go well with Zelda''s ruby, I think.¡± ¡°Urm, I can''t believe this,¡± Thomas said, ¡°but I accept the ruby necklace and ear-rings, if you''re determined to give them to me. And I in turn will give them to my mother.¡± ¡°Well done, young man,¡± Emilia said. ¡°Ruth, you will write a covering letter to accompany them?¡± ¡°Yes, I will. Let the partnership that caused the offence ensure they are delivered. Where do your parents live, Thomas?¡± ¡°Jersey.¡± ¡°Jersey as in Channel Islands?¡± Ursula asked, looking surprised. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°St Ouen''s bay is a really lovely beach,¡± she said. ¡°You know it? I grew up there, but you won''t find me disagreeing.¡± ¡°Embarrassing question, but I thought you looked familiar when I first saw you. Did you ever take evening walks down the south end?¡± ¡°Absolutely, mostly down near the La Rocco tower.¡± ¡°Singing ''Great is thy faithfulness''? In the summer, three years ago?¡± ¡°You? It was your voice I heard?¡± ¡°I guess so.¡± ¡°This is impossible!¡± Thomas exclaimed. ¡°No it''s not. You go singing my favorite hymn on my favourite beach, you''d expect a girl to sing back, wouldn''t you?¡± ¡°One night,¡± Thomas said, ¡°it sounded like you were out at sea, the next you were in the dunes.¡± ¡°Hiding.¡± ¡°Yes. Then I worked out you were in the tower.¡± ¡°Hiding in the dunes was a stupid idea. You can''t see much from there at all,¡± Ursula said. ¡°Next dawn I went back and I found your footprints from the dunes, I think. Straight out to sea.¡± ¡°When I was in the tower, you tried to climb after me.¡± Ursula remembered. ¡°I heard a big splash.¡± ¡°And that was all?¡± ¡°And I saw a flicker of a tail and your head come out of the water. I yelled ''that''s not funny, mermaids are a myth''¡± ¡°Did you find the shell?¡± Ursula asked, shyly. ¡°I did.¡± ¡°And read the message?¡± ¡°''If we meet again, I want to know your ancestry to at least five generations.'' and you signed it ''The myth''.¡± ¡°Ursula, you didn''t!¡± Ruth exclaimed. ¡°I was stupid seventeen.¡± ¡°You knew exactly what you were doing.¡± ¡°Yes, Maam,¡± Ursula said, hanging her head, ¡°acting just like my great great great grandma.¡± ¡°What do you reckon, mum?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Putting the secret of our existence at risk? Actually leaving clues for a landman? Those are pretty serious charges.¡± ¡°So... does Ursula do the washing up for two weeks or a month?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Oh, a month. But first she needs to see if her chosen landman was obedient or not.¡± ¡°She most certainly does.¡± Ruth agreed. ¡°Obedient?¡± Thomas asked. ¡°Do you know your ancestry?¡± Ursula asked, blushing. ¡°Oh. Yes, well, I did suddenly become interested in family history a few summers ago.¡±
Message to Mr & Mrs White, Jersey. Dear Mum and Dad, Everything worked perfectly and I''m here on Mars, having got closer to Venus than I''d have thought possible. I''ve been very warmly welcomed by the ambassador. You''ll remember I spoke about two of the crew members being rather crude on my first day on board? They have been significantly reprimanded and at the meal tonight I had two ''servants'' to do everything from topping up my water to tying my shoelaces all without asking. They probably would have cut up my fish for me if I''d wanted them to. About the fish: it makes sense, I suppose, but apparently I was a guest at the very first meal on Mars where fish was served. The crew member the same age as Elsie who seemed to be doing a lot of the piloting turns out to be their crown princess, so I think Elsie can be absolutely certain that the offer of a visit to Atlantis I passed on yesterday is not going to be stamped on by anyone in authority. You will remember, I''m sure, my sudden fascination with family history a few years ago. Did I show you the shell-message, or only Elsie? I''ve found out what lay behind it. The Mer don''t get romantically involved with anyone they know to be a third cousin, and a forth cousin is considered as risk-taking as we''d consider a cousin. I can only think that God was involved, but the fourth member of the crew, Ursula, who I described I think as quiet and shy, turns out to be the pretty maiden of the mer who wrote it to me. She tells me that legends of mermen / mermaids luring young women or men to a watery grave are not entirely amiss, but it was marriage rather than a grave that awaited those who were so lured. Although such happenings are not at all unknown, they''re very much frowned upon, and Ursula has earned herself a month of washing up for everyone at the embassy as punishment (with no automatic dish washer to help). We''ve worked out that her summer holiday two years ago coincided with me being on that mission trip. So, she spent a lot of time playing tourist around the island, and camped on the dunes in the hope of meeting me again, all to no avail. Professor Findhorn-Bunting was also at the embassy, with his family but they were deep in discussion with the ambassador''s mother at one end of the room and Ursula and I were swapping genealogies and chatting at the other so I didn''t talk to them much at all, apart from them asking if I''d be at church tomorrow, and inviting Ursula and myself over for lunch. It''s so great to think that I''m going to be working in a Christian-dominated lab! Speaking of genealogies... do you remember during my research I found out about one of dad''s relatives being a witness in that case where a hundred and fifty years ago a twenty-year old left his clothes on the beach and was last seen swimming out to sea with a girl no one recognised, except they''d been seen together a lot? Ursula is their great-great-great grand-daughter. In that case, apparently the girl had to scrub clean a large chunk of the dome of Atlantis before they were allowed to marry, so Ursula says she''s got off very lightly. Not that we''ve got that far in our thinking, but since we''re not close relatives, we''ve decided to take the step of ''walking together'' as they call going out. I''m not entirely sure what it means, but I''ve heard myself referred to as ''Ursula''s chosen landman'', and it''s been made very clear that I''m welcome to visit. Apparently the underground dining room we were eating in has only been dug a few days. It''s lined and furnished with a strange material the Mer call ''Crystal'', which is transparent, insulating and very tough. From the sound of it there''s a lot more building work to be done, but the biggest concern of everyone local was the question of food, growing space and compost. The embassy site has significant piles of excavated rock over it, which the embassy staff will apparently start turning into offices sometime (don''t ask me how), but at the moment there''s not really the space for an additional ''field dome''. Apparently, a few friends of the ambassador have planted a field belonging to someone called Henry or Harry, who''s now in Atlantis, and will be growing other plants with hydroponics. I knew there wasn''t much food imported, but I guess I didn''t realise that there''s hardly any surplus being grown here at all except for the MarsCorp gloop. People grow what they think they''ll need, and the ambassador herself has only been on Mars since the spring and is only just approaching her ''big harvest''. Perhaps I should clarify what was clarified to me: a few tomatoes are a nice supplement to your diet, but they''re soon gone. First harvest is when you harvest enough that you''ve actually got something you could sell. Big harvest is when you''ve harvested enough that you probably don''t ever need to eat gloop again ¡ª as an individual. Like most new arrivals I''m going to be living on gloop for a while, but I have the rice, pasta and dried veg. that I brought with me so I don''t need that every meal. The idea of bringing herbs and spices to make the gloop more interesting is apparently the ambassador''s own and brought cries of ''why didn''t I think of that'' from the Findhorn-Buntings at other end of the table. Of course, since I didn''t have to eat my dried food during two or three months of transit, I''m very well stocked in that area too. In case you''re wondering, I seriously doubt I''ll be going back to Luna. with love, Thomas. p.s. Boris, the paraplegic forcefield genius, was spending all his time deep in conversation with a born Martian, called Hathie. Apparently she''s part Mer and they''ve been writing a lot recently. I''m really confused, but the princess greeted her as ''princess'', and Hathie complained about Boris using her title as though it was a name. p.p.s, in case you''re wondering, the university is an hour''s drive from here, so I''ve been given a newly-built guest room under the embassy. The ambassador said something about it having been finished this morning, but I expect she was joking. Apparently our arrival was kept as a massive surprise, so all us new-arrivals are sleeping on the air-mattresses from the spaceship.
5am, Sunsol, 25th October ¡°Good morning, Thomas,¡± Ursula greeted him as he wandered into the kitchen, at five a.m. to get a drink, ¡°Welcome to Mars-lag, forty something minutes per day adds up, doesn''t it?¡± Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. ¡°I didn''t dream last night, did I?¡± He asked. ¡°Which bit?¡± ¡°You dived into the sea from La Rocco tower.¡± ¡°No, my chosen landman, you didn''t.¡± ¡°Do I need to know what being your chosen landman means?¡± ¡°It means that fed up with every interesting young merman turning out to be a cousin, I took myself off on holiday and spotted an interesting young landman instead, and chose to chase you instead.¡± ¡°You could have, you know, talked to me?¡± ¡°That''s not the way it works,¡± she said, ¡°we''re a pretty traditional people, but the way it has to work is we just about make contact and establish that you''re interested and I''m hard to get, and mysterious, then I vanish, and you pine after me, or maybe find out your genealogy, and then a few months or a year afterwards I let you find me again, and we start talking.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°And then, assuming it works out OK, I steal you away and we live happily ever after under the waves, once I''ve done a suitable punishment. Alternatively I let you steal me away, and we need to work out some kind of cover story that explains why I don''t show up on anyone''s database and don''t get locked up as an illegal immigrant or, the nightmare scenario, dissected.¡± ¡°Dissected?¡± ¡°''What''s up with your DNA?'' ''Why are your muscles so dark?'' etc.¡± ¡°Oh. Yeah.¡± ¡°In other words, you were my massive massive gamble, which I then sort of walked away from in tears when I didn''t find you again.¡± ¡°Only sort of?¡± ¡°I like Jersey''s coast, so I went back, but I''d given up hope of meeting you, But that year I thought: stupid, stupid mermaid, you should have got him to agree something like ''see you here the last week of next August'', you don''t even know if he lives here. He''s probably gone and found a pretty land-girl by now. And so on.¡± ¡°God is faithful,¡± Thomas said. ¡°He is.¡± ¡°And you''re beautiful, and I''ve never been able to sing that song without hoping I''d hear your voice.¡± ¡°But you''re going to be staying at the university, and I''m going to be working here.¡± ¡°What I''ve noticed is that her excellency has a fianc¨¦ in the same department as I work in.¡± ¡°Hathellah''s brother, yes. But his parents live not so far away.¡± ¡°Oh. I''m sure we can work out something.¡± ¡°I hope so.¡± ¡°If nothing else, I can put in a little claim nearby and pitch my tent on it.¡± ¡°If you threaten to do something that stupid, then I''m going at least make sure you''ve got some rock over your head. I don''t want you irradiated.¡± ¡°Thank you, Ursula. Can I ask though, why or how is Hathellah a princess, and what was that about her taking up her crown?¡± ¡°Hathellah is the hereditary princess of one race of Mer. She has the right to separate the Mer along racial lines, if for instance, the racial prejudice against us gets too great.¡± ¡°''Us''?¡± ¡°I''m outer Mer, like Boris. We have no webbing between our toes. When I was growing up, people said Hathellah had died, and so the Mer could not be divided. But kids are cruel, and there''s always been far fewer outer Mer than inner Mer. You get called names, learn not to stand out.¡± ¡°That''s not nice.¡± ¡°No. That''s part of the reason I went looking for a landman. You weren''t going to call me names because of my toes. One boy I was going out with when I was sixteen did, he said he meant what he''d said as a term of endearment.¡± ¡°So you dumped him?¡± ¡°Actually... I darted him, and pointed out there was nothing he could do to stop me cutting his webs off. Or other parts of his anatomy either, for that matter, then he''d learn all about terms of endearment. That rather ended the relationship. It didn''t occur to me that while I''d been thinking about his ear lobes ¡ª you know end-EAR-ment ¡ª he might have missed the pun and had other thoughts.¡± ¡°I presume you got in trouble for that?¡± ¡°When I''d repeated what he''d said, the council said that he''d been acting as a shark and I''d every right, even a duty, to defend the unity of of the Mer.¡± ¡°The council?¡± ¡°Atlantis is ruled by a council, a bit like Mars, only with more history. Actually, it was Karella who made that pronouncement.¡± ¡°Your queen is on the council?¡± ¡°Our queen was on the council. Then they decided ''oh bother, we need a monarch, all in favour of Karella, right, sorry, you''re it''. Only it was a quite a bit more complicated,¡± Ursula said, then yawned. ¡°Should we try and get more sleep?¡± ¡°Probably. Sleep well, my chosen landman.¡± ¡°Sleep well my chosen mermaid. If I may call you that?¡± ¡°You may but it rather means we''re talking engagement, so I guess you don''t mean it.¡± ¡°Oh, sorry. May I call you my favourite myth?¡± ¡°You don''t think I''m real?¡± ¡°I keep being afraid I''m going to wake up very disappointed.¡± ¡°I know that feeling. Thomas? You don''t hear thoughts, do you?¡± ¡°No. Do you?¡± ¡°No. Another point against my genetics, if you''re a nasty school kid.¡± ¡°I''m glad you don''t. I might lie awake afraid some thought-hearer would come along and play the ''don''t be unequally yoked'' card.¡± ¡°You don''t worry about some merman doing the same?¡± ¡°I hear that some mermaids actually go looking for landmen.¡± She laughed, ¡°good reply,¡± ¡°Ursula? May I kiss you goodnight?¡± ¡°With us both in our night-clothes? Not the best idea, Thomas.¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°You can kiss me good morning when we''re both properly dressed though.¡± ¡°I''m looking forward to it.¡± ¡°Sleep well.¡± ¡°You too.¡± Thomas was surprised to discover he did sleep well, and he woke as he''d fallen asleep; praising God for answering his prayers of the past few years.
Church hall, Sunsol, 25th October ¡°Ruth?¡± Robert asked after the service. ¡°Yes, Robert?¡± ¡°Have your parents said anything?¡± ¡°Oh, lots, didn''t you hear them talking to Simon, Alice and Heather?¡± she teased. ¡°Oh. OK.¡± ¡°Mum also told me various things I hoped I knew, that you''re a good, kind man, and patient, and you love me very much. And that I love you very much too.¡± ¡°You doubted that?¡± ¡°Not really, but I sometimes wonder if it''s loving to say we should wait. But realistically ¡ª there''s a strange word from me ¡ª there are too many changes happening, too many things that I need to concentrate on.¡± ¡°Not a good time to marry, you mean?¡± ¡°Exactly. But Robert, they approve. So it''s just a normal question now: when? When will we both be able to concentrate on each other? I know I''ve got too many things on my to-do list, and you have that thesis to finish. Four more chapters, you said?¡± ¡°Four more to draft, with charts and graphs and drawings. That''s a month there. Then I need to check them, and then the whole lot needs to read through again. I doubt I''ll be able to submit it before Christmas, but I guess I might.¡± ¡°One good thing about living on Mars,¡± Ruth said, ¡°is there''s no better time for a wedding than any other. Except influx, of course. But I have an idea.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°I''ve now got lots of helpers, so you don''t need to be manual labour for me, and I don''t need to be either. So, you concentrate on thesis, I concentrate on treaty. We plan for Satursols together, and evenings when you''re here. Not building building for the embassy, but talking building for us.¡± ¡°Sounds good. And set a date?¡± ¡°Shall we take a risk and say New Year''s day? Or a week into January?¡± ¡°How about we say... a week after thesis and treaty are both done?¡± ¡°Treaty signing might take ages. Let''s say treaty ready and thesis submitted?¡± ¡°Did I hear someone mention the dreaded word?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Yes, we''re just trying to plan wedding dates,¡± Ruth said, ¡°and trying to get both thesis and treaty out of the way first.¡± ¡°If I may desecrate this Lord''s day by making a suggestion, Robert?¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Your chapters on future applications of the technology and future studies.... I would personally recommend that you conflate the two, include Boris'' questionnaire, admit what everyone knows about us playing catch-up and then just include a few pictures. Say, rock-movers, the comet shredder, a rock cutter in action, that flying submarine, and Albatross 1, analyse them as best you can and then make some sensible guesses about what on Boris''s questionnaire is definitely worth studying.¡± ¡°That.. sounds plausible. Getting the things small would be great too.¡± ¡°Absolutely. Then there''s just the issue of an external examiner. Ruth, would you have any kind of academic qualification equivalent to a doctorate in Mer society?¡± ¡°Oooh, well, urm, lots of differences.¡± ¡°You surprise me.¡± ¡°Can I ask you,¡± Ruth said, ¡°or maybe the university''s academic dean or whatever to set out a really detailed list of what someone at the various levels off qualification might be expected to do? Then I can pass it on the Atlantis Academy. Hello Heather, what have you got there?¡± It was a flat disk of rock ¡ª Someone had obviously been using their rock-cutter ¡ª and some string, from what she could see. ¡°From Boris!¡± Heather announced. ¡°Oh! It''s a spinning disk thing!¡± Ruth said. ¡°I had one of those when I was little. Can you make it work?¡± ¡°Show me?¡± Heather asked. ¡°OK, well, hold it in both hands like this and wind it up, and then pull like this and it goes round and round that way and then did you see how I relaxed my hands? We need to let go round and round when it wants to to wind up the string, and then when it stops we pull, and it goes the other way, see? But be careful, because if you let the string go too tight it''ll stop and if you let the string go too loose... watch!¡± ¡°Oh! It all bunched up like a hedgehog!¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Ruth agreed. Robert had a sudden insight, ¡°Ruth, what''s the smallest hedgehog forcefield you know of?¡± ¡°The smallest? I guess you could turn it down to an atom, why?¡± He looked at Simon in triumph and said, ¡°Simon, I think we''ve been doing it wrong.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°We''ve seen that before you get the forcefield you get the plasma, and then been trying to get the plasma smaller. I''d like to spend a few days trying putting various things that will let electrons go in circles without there being a plasma in the first place.¡± ¡°Go ahead, Robert.¡± Simon said, ¡°Go ahead! That sounds like very original research to me. It might also solve that efficiency issue we had.¡± The Mer forcefield generator had proven to be significantly more efficient than their version, especially at low powers. ¡°Robert?¡± Ruth said. ¡°Yes, Ruth?¡± ¡°Do let me know if you need any raw materials, OK? I''m not giving any hints, but you know, if you want to try gold or silver I''ve got those trade goods I could cut slivers off for you, and Boris brought the alchemy set. Don''t go postponing my wedding for a week waiting for a piece of pure plutonium or whatever. Not that I want you anywhere near plutonium.¡± ¡°So I can cross plutonium off the list?¡± ¡°OK, I will give you a some hints, don''t bother testing radioactive things, impure things, non-conductors, unobtainable exotic things, or any gases. And remember what I''ve told you about our history.¡± ¡°Your history?¡± ¡°Don''t go wasting your time testing stuff we couldn''t get hold of.¡± ¡°Ruth, have you just told Robert he''s going to find something that''ll work?¡± ¡°I am sworn not to give away secrets of the deep, Simon. I don''t think it''s great secret that our attempts at shrinking fusion reactors from the monster that drives Atlantis let us stumble on sea-urchins, or hedgehogs as you call them, around a thousand years ago. It shouldn''t be a secret that people have died experimenting with them. The first time someone created a spike, it went through their wife''s arm, and almost breached the dome of Atlantis. Research was banned except on remote islands. The first time someone created the disk, it cut almost everyone on the island in half. I can''t remember what the first cone did.¡± ¡°Cut a tree in half.¡± Boris said, gliding up, ¡°it just missed the experimenter, but smashed their equipment and that then caused a nasty fire. That sort of thing is why Karella got me to talk to you, Simon.¡± ¡°I wondered if I''d find out who it was. Thank you.¡± ¡°Thank you for listening. Do you like the disk, Heather?¡± ¡°Too heavy.¡± ¡°Oh, shall I cut away some bits we don''t need then?¡± ¡°Yes please!¡± ¡°Well done, Heather!¡± Simon said, ¡°very politely said.¡± ¡°Boris is nice. Boris is helping Daddy and Thingumy.¡± ¡°Shhh, Heather,¡± Boris said, ¡°Don''t give away secrets, now can you put the disk on the floor and make the string go in a circle underneath it like I''m thinking of?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Well done, now hold your daddy''s hand and keep away from the light.¡± ¡°Pretty!¡± Heather said, as Boris cut a series of triangles out of the disk. When he''d finished, Ruth took one look at the pattern and laughed. ¡°Come on Boris, you rascal! I want to talk to you and Hathie, and we need to leave these two physicists to work out if that''s a clue, a map of Atlantis or just pretty. Let it cool down before you touch the stone, Heather, it might be hot. Robert, love, you can find somewhere to put all those nice sharp fragments of stone, can''t you?¡± ¡°I''m sure I can. You''re saying it''s a clue?¡± ¡°No. I''m saying it''s pretty, isn''t it Heather?¡± ¡°Pretty!¡± Heather agreed, and laughed. Robert looked at his beloved leave in high spirits, and back at the pattern. It was certainly a regular pattern, and looked perfectly centred on the disk. He had no idea how Boris had managed to cut it so precisely. Was it something the rock-cutter was pre-programmed to make? ¡°I think this might just be a big joke, Robert. To me it looks really like that giant cog wheel in Atlantis.¡± ¡°I thought it looked familiar. But that cog wheel is like the street plan of Atlantis too, isn''t it?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Oh great, I didn''t know that.¡± Simon said, ¡°If it were a clue, you know what else it might be?¡± ¡°Some kind of lattice structure?¡± ¡°I was thinking so.¡± ¡°I wonder how significant crystal structures are as part of Atlantis education and culture,¡± Robert said. ¡°They do produce some amazing alloys,¡± Simon pointed out, ¡°and they''ve got some ridiculously powerful magnets, according to something Alice read.¡± ¡°Yes. But it might not be a clue at all.¡± ¡°It''s pretty!¡°, Heather insisted.
Message to Prof. Findhorn Bunting. Monsol, 26th October Dear Simon, Last night, I thought about what Ruth had told me about their history, and available metals. They''ve had gold, silver, aluminium and some copper. I remember her saying that pure iron was been something they''ve prized and used in manufacturing, but never used in construction based on my memory of that conversation. So I decided to try that after Aluminium and silver went airborne and gold just seemed to get hot. I''ve just observed the attached hedgehog establishing itself, at a diameter of quarter of a millimeter, and drive parameters exactly matching the Atlantis device. Given the enormous military potential of too much research in this field, and the aid we got from Boris and Ruth, I feel that our present paper in Adv.Space.Res should continue as planned, and that this ''low power modification'' should be kept as thesis-only work at the moment. I wonder if you would concur? I don''t actually see it as very useful for research facilities such as ours and publishing it would probably encourage dangerous experimentation in ill-equipped facilities. Also, of course it would put Mars University ahead in any commercial applications of the technology. Is it wrong to think we should keep this to ourselves? Robert.
Message to Robert Young, Monsol, 26th October Dear Robert, Hindering the research of others into methods of killing people does not seem like a very wrong motive to me, and it is common practice for a research thesis that contains dangerous results to be marked as restricted and only published in an amended form. I am sure the university will be in agreement with me on this matter. I therefore suggest you write your thesis accordingly, mention the ''low power modification'' that the Atlantis scientists have obviously identified, and keep your tentative identification of it to a short chapter on its own. Even if it was found advisable to publish, it''s never wise to base a paper on a single result, is it? I feel that the present constraints on your time and funding do not present you with the opportunity to study this matter in the depth required to bring it to the point of publication. Simon p.s. If you want another motive beyond the potential commercial and military ones, I am quite sure that Thomas and Ursula would NOT be pleased if we were to publish information that would allow his professors at Luna University to call him back there. p.p.s. As you know, many universities form spin-off research and development companies. It strikes me that your leaning is very much in this direction, as opposed to pure science (correct me if I''m wrong!) and I would not hesitate in the least to suggest to the relevant department that your work form the basis of such a one. As I understand the concept, this would mean that while becoming a commercial company, with salaries paid etc, there would continue to be a strong link with the university research group, joint publications, etc. There might be strong motivation for such an enterprise to also have representation from Atlantis on the staff, and it be considered some kind of joint venture.
Letter to Mrs White, Jersey. Monsol, 26th October Dear Mrs White, I am sad to say that two members of the crew of the Albatross 3 spacecraft, failed to treat your son Thomas as an honoured guest. More precisely, in reply to your son''s natural curiosity about how the craft was constructed and functioned, rather than a polite refusal to divulge what we are forced to consider military secrets, they made various threats if he asked again. The humiliating nature of the threatened actions were such that I was fully able to expect that your son would form an image of my people as barbarian savages. I publicly reprimanded them, and suggested what I felt was an appropriate level of damages. As what I take as a genuine sign of their contrition at their behaviour, they have gone beyond what I asked and as well as promising to have these rubies (which they collected from the ocean floor a few years ago) delivered, they have also promised to have them cut and mounted as well. Thomas then stated that they should be give to you as a gift. I write to you this note from Mars, but have every confidence that these young women will not fail to uphold their promise. I perhaps should point out that it is common knowledge among us where you should go to find such stones, and while the guilty young women won''t have made many such trips, once swimming in the right area finding them is only slightly harder than walking on the sea-shore and finding a perfect and undamaged shell; perhaps you will look all day in vain, and then find two in an hour. Ruth Emilia Matthew, Ambassador of Atlantis to Mars.
Effects of Openness / Ch. 21: Look whos here!

Effects of Openness / Ch. 21:Look who''s here!

Message to Mr Thomas White, Mars, Friday 26th October. Dear Thomas, no, you certainly didn''t tell us about meeting a mermaid! All you told us was that a pretty girl had asked you if you knew all your ancestors back five generations, and if you met her again you wanted to be able to go back six if you could, just to impress her. Was she impressed? Please do send back a picture! Mum and Dad
Message to Mr Thomas White, Mars, Friday 26th October. Hey, Thomas! Any chance of a picture of your mysterious mermaid? I wonder if I met her on the dunes a couple of years ago, singing ''great is thy faithfulness'' but really miserably. I asked her if she was OK, and she said, no, she''d been stupid, that there was someone she''d met there the year before and she''d been hoping he''d be here this year so they could talk properly. She said take it from her ¡ª make sure you get his contact details even if you can''t stop and talk. I think I said something really naff about trusting God, and she gave me a sad smile and said, yes, but she''d rather she could just phone him up. I did remember your mermaid but thought, no, she can''t be a mermaid, she''s just a gorgeous girl in a swim-suit with normal looking feet and toes. So it can''t have been her can it, since mermaids have webbed toes. Elsie
Message to Elsie White, Jersey. Monsol, 26th October Dear Elsie, Most mermaids have webbed toes, but Ursula is an ''outer Mer'' apparently, who get teased about their toes quite a lot by the ''inner Mer'' kids at school. Still, after three thousand years of intermarriage. Adults don''t do it, but it takes kids a while to get the message. Ursula says what you said about trusting God wasn''t naff at all, and was what she needed to hear, so well done. I''m attaching two pictures of Ursula: the first is in her going to church clothes from yesterday, the second is from this morning, when she was in her in her full protecting-the-ambassador gear. The box on her belt is, I''m told, a personal forcefield, and the thing that looks a bit like a light sabre on her belt really looks really like a light-sabre when in operation. Apparently it''s a mixture of forcefields, lasers and is powered by ''mostly fusion''. Her flute is a musical instrument which doubles as a blow-pipe loaded with a harmless muscle relaxant, which paralyzes people for about an hour ¡ª I guess you could liken it to a one-person stunner but without so many side effects. love, Thomas.
Message to Thomas White, Mars. Wed, 14th November Dear Thomas, I understand from the covering letter from the ambassador that you''ve not actually seen the enormous rubies I''m told are now mine. I took them to a jeweler in St Helier to get them valued for the insurance. Sadly, it seems, they''re beyond what the insurance company will cover, even as a named item, and so if they do get stolen we''ll only get enough to buy a medium-sized house. The girls who delivered them also gave me what they called ''the offcuts'', ''in case I could do anything with them''. Some of those offcuts weighed more than a carat (not carrot!). I hope you don''t mind but I let the jeweler have them in exchange for his colleague fitting a proper safe in the house, a pair of more modest ruby ear-rings for Elsie and what is probably sufficient spare cash for us to get the roof fixed properly. The safe is now fitted, and apparently if we forget the combination then we''ll need some kind of laser cutter to get in. I understand from Elsie that your Ursula has a hand-held one? Hopefully we don''t need to use it. Anyway, that all happened last week and I''ve been meaning to write about all the above, but I''m afraid I haven''t made time until today. Apparently Elsie''s new friend Sathie has been talking to her mother and in the post today Elsie got an royal invitation for well behaved members of her class to visit Atlantis some time during the Christmas holidays. It came with a link to the mainland''s mer embassy, about standards of behaviour expected for visitors. Before I pass it all on to the teacher, can I ask... I know Elsie''s teacher''s just remarried, I think I heard that her first husband abandoned her and ran off with someone else, some years back. Would they consider her an oath-breaker? Mum.
Letter to Mrs White, Jersey. Satursol, 14th November Dear Mrs White, Thomas asked Ursula about Elsie''s school teacher, and Ursula felt she needed to ask me. If one party has smashed the oath they took and left someone abandoned, as though dead, then they are an oath-breaker indeed, and surely God''s judgement remains on them. From what you write, I can only guess if Elsie''s teacher attempted to rescue the marriage for her conscience''s sake, or was so injured that she merely wept, and called herself a fool for making vows to such a one. If she tried to mend what was broken, but was consistently rejected, we would see her as having no guilt at all. If she did not try at all, we would see her as bearing some guilt of which she should repent. In neither case would we see her as a dangerous shark, such as her first husband and the woman who broke their vows. They would do well to stay on dry land and away from vehicles or high buildings, and turn to Christ for forgiveness, for otherwise I cannot predict a happy end for them. Did the invitation mention the teacher by name? If so, then I can assure you that my queen Karella Farspeaker can see the truth of things a long way away, and I would be very very surprised if such an invitation of welcome be issued to a woman who might find herself expecting aid when none came. To ease your mind, however, I have asked my queen to confirm that she was not too busy to check. Ruth Emilia Matthew Ambassador of Atlantis to Mars.
Letter to Mrs White, Jersey. Satursol, 14th November Dear Mrs White, You left out an important detail when asking Thomas, that Mrs De Gruchy''s sad past was from before she was a Christian. Surely God will not give total forgiveness through his Son''s blood, but hold a past sin worthy of future punishment! A new creation is surely neither shark nor shark-food. Ruth Emilia Matthew Ambassador of Atlantis to Mars. p.s. I don''t know if Thomas has told you, but we certainly see him a lot at the embassy here. My own fianc¨¦ Robert (who works in the same department) is hoping to submit his thesis in time that we can be married in the new year, so I''m not seeing him much mid-week (boo hoo). Thomas, however, often seems to have tasks that bring him away from the university in the evenings. I enclose a picture from the top of our embassy''s newly finished tower, his ''micro-dome'' home-from-home (a life-support shelter permanently mounted above an underground sleeping chamber) is not really visible, but I''ve marked its location with an arrow. Ursula helped him build it (surprise surprise!) and it didn''t take much to persuade me to allow her to use some of our technology to ensure that it was as airtight as Atlantis. Actually... since he''s been helping Ursula and the others working on the tower, I suggested it.
Message to Thomas White, Mars. Thurs, 15th November Dear Thomas, Now we learn why you''ve not been writing much. Too much time gazing into Ursula''s (undoubtedly gorgeous) eyes, no doubt. What''s this about you helping build a tower at the embassy? Pictures, please! Elsie.
Message to Elsie White, Jersey. Tuesol, 17th Novemner Hi Elsie, Who''s been telling you about the tower? Apparently the ones in Atlantis are much bigger, this one''s only a hundred metres tall, so it''s not even as tall as Marscorp''s big domes. You''ll see the walls are all transparent at the moment. It''s made of a stuff they call ''crystal'' and you need to paint it if you don''t want it transparent. Only it seems that Martian wall-paint is specially made so it sticks to plastic dome walls, but just runs off things like rock. I don''t actually know what ''crystal'' is, except that it''s made from rock, is transparent, insulating and diamond doesn''t really scratch it. And Martian paint won''t stick. This has put certain other plans on hold, like installing toilets and showers there. Even as offices, it''s not great as the floors are made of the same stuff, and it definitely feels odd to look up at the ceiling and notice that someone a floor above is having a quick peak at what you''re working on. Ruth has put a notice on the stairs, warning ''strictly no skirts or dresses beyond this point!'' after a couple of young boys were apparently spotted laying on their backs near the embassy wall (also made of crystal) with a pair of binoculars. Have I told you about the embassy''s plans for a swimming pool? I don''t think I have. Apparently, the rock which we used for making the crystal tower and still litters the embassy compound came from a five metre wide tunnel that has been dug around the perimeter of the embassy site. This will soon have lights fitted and be flooded using what Ruth describes as ''the alchemy kit.'' I asked Ursula if that meant turning lead into gold, she asked me ''Why would you want to do that? Lead is really hard to find.'' love, Thomas.
Message to Thomas White, Mars. Saturday, 17th November Dear Thomas, We learned about the tower from the ambassador, and about your micro-dome. Just how old is the lady ambassador? I had her pictured in my mind as the woman my age in the ''we''ve landed'' picture you sent, but it sounds like she''s not much older than you. Is that really right? love Mum and Dad
Letter to Mr&Mrs White, Jersey. Wedsol, 19th November Dear Mum and Dad, The woman your age is Ruth''s mother, Emilia Knifeteacher. She teaches what the mer consider the womanly arts: ''cooking, sewing, weaving, and disemboweling dangerous sharks whether they have two legs or none.'' At the moment, she''s teaching a mixed-age group, including Hathellah (who''s name means she''s inherited the title of princess of the Outer Mer, and who is Boris''s girlfriend, and twin of Ruth''s fianc¨¦) and Professor F.-B.''s 4 year old daughter. They''re both learning to play and shoot the Mer pipe, and Hathellah is also learning how to use a knife with another woman called Margaret, who I think works at the embassy of the Restored Kingdom. It seems there''s strong links between the two embassies. I understand that James, Margaret''s husband is Mer himself, but it seems more than just that link. Ursula tells me, yes, there are far more links, but any Martian has privacy, let alone ambassadors, so she''s not allowed to tell me about them. Oh, and apparently it''s everyone''s job to disembowel, behead or kill or otherwise render harmless dangerous sharks, but that men normally use a hunter''s tools: nets, slings, hunting spears or hunting knives, whereas women use darts, javelins, spears, or fighting knives, so they''re taught separately. I have ignorantly just asked what the difference is between a fighting knife and a hunting knife. Apparently a hunting knife is any old sharpened piece of metal which can cut due to the force available to testosterone-fueled muscles, whereas a fighting knife is precision made of a special metal which can slice steel and stay scalpel-sharp for fifty plus years, so that even Ursula''s grandmother can be armed and very dangerous if cornered. There are different techniques apparently. Back to your question, Ruth is next to her disabled cousin Boris, and Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah, princess of the Outer Mer is in his lap. with love, Thomas.
Mars Hospital, post-operative ward, Tuesol, 2nd December ¡°Hello, my Boris, how are you feeling?¡± Hathie asked in Mer. ¡°Woozy and probably in pain under the pain-killers and confused. You didn''t just say that in Mer did you?¡± ¡°What me, speak Mer?¡± Hathie asked, in Mer. ¡°Ruth''s been teaching you. I thought she had. You did, didn''t you?¡± ¡°Did what, ask you how you''re feeling?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°Call me your Boris?¡± ¡°Drat he caught me out,¡± she grinned at him. ¡°Hathie, you do know what calling me yours in Mer means, don''t you?¡± ¡°One option is I''m your parent, grandparent or sibling. Nope, can''t be that one. And we haven''t taken vows yet, either. So I must have meant that between us there is a deep level of commitment which we fully intend to cement with vows, and we''re not afraid of letting people around us know it. And if you remember, you did tell me yesterday that you wanted to give me this ring with the pretty diamond on in, just in case something bad happened. And you said I could wear it.¡± ¡°My Hathellah,¡± Boris breathed out, ¡°you''ve moved which finger it''s on.¡± ¡°Well, yes, but being able to call you my fianc¨¦ certainly made it easier to get past the watchful nurses. And a diamond ring does tend to shout engagement, as I''m sure you know.¡± ¡°Aren''t I supposed to ask?¡± ¡°I thought about that, and then I thought, hey, I''ve got those ancient rights of mine. You''ve been thinking of me as your Thellah with a capital T for ages, so I was pretty sure you wouldn''t object. I have decided to choose you, Boris, to be my husband. You just called me yours, so I''m guessing you don''t object. Do you? I''m not going to claim you against your will.¡± ¡°My gorgeous brunette princess has decided to claim me? Why would I want to object?¡± You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. ¡°But you wanted to ask me? You can ask.¡± ¡°Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah, you have chosen me before I could even summon the courage to ask if you thought we knew each other well enough yet to make such decisions. So instead I ask when will you marry me? Are you thinking of taking vows tonight, or will you wait until we find out if this operation was a success and I''m not in pain any more?¡± ¡°Of course I''ll wait, my Boris. I don''t insist on a hundred percent full strength, but if it''s going to be possible, I do rather like the idea of you carrying me into our new home rather than the other way round. And of course we need to decide where that''ll be and all sorts of questions like that.¡± ¡°And if it''s not possible? Sixty-five percent is a long way from certain.¡± ¡°Then my Boris, we decide if we take another risk with your life, or if we''re happy with you being fully water-proof, not needing batteries, and so on. That''s a problem for another day, though.¡± ¡°Has anyone else seen your ring on that finger?¡± ¡°No. No one''s seen it at all, actually. It''s a much better fit on this finger than the other one, so I took it off. Why?¡± ¡°Then Hathie, my Hathie, will you please wear that ring on that finger as a mark of both our decisions?¡± ¡°Of course, Boris.¡± ¡°And will you allow me the pleasure of sending Lara and Ruth a picture of your hand, so they can tell the world how happy I am?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°And then will you tell me if you''re really doing naughty things with your hand?¡± ¡°What?¡± Hathie asked, surprised. ¡°Oh. I thought I felt someone stroking some skin somewhere. I guess it''s just optimistic imagination. They said I might get some feeling back quickly.¡± ¡°What are you feeling now?¡± she asked, tracing circles around his kneecap. ¡°I''m feeling very happy that it was you.¡± ¡°What I think we need to do is a detailed survey of what you can and can''t feel.¡± ¡°Not too detailed, I hope.¡± ¡°Boris what a thing to suggest, and with us almost married, too!¡± ¡°That''s what worries me,¡± he grinned at his fianc¨¦e. ¡°What?¡± ¡°That my Hathellah might decide she doesn''t need to be patient, and can bring the wedding forward just so she can satisfy her curiosity about if certain bits of me are in better working order now than they used to be.¡± ¡°Aren''t you curious?¡± ¡°Hathie, just like my toes, it''s a bit of me that I need to keep clean, you know? I expect I''ll notice if it starts sending me messages.¡± ¡°I suppose you''re right.¡± ¡°But I do like the thought that some signals are getting through. It bodes well. Ow.¡± ¡°Ow what?¡± ¡°I don''t know. Did you just stab me?¡± ¡°No. I just touched a new bit of leg.¡± ¡°I think some signals are not ¡ª ow ¡ª quite connected up right.¡± ¡°That could be awkward.¡± ¡°Ow. Hathie, can you keep your fingers to bits of me that are connected up right?¡± ¡°Sorry, Boris. Do you want to take that picture now?¡± ¡°I guess I should, because I think I might be asking for more sedation. Sorry, Hathie, they said it might happen this way... connections working out where to - owwww ¡ª go.¡± ¡°I wasn''t touching anything!¡± ¡°No, but I bet the sheet is.¡± ¡°Shall I call a nurse?¡± ¡°First, ow, can I give you a kiss, my Hathie?¡± ¡°Certainly.¡± She lent towards him and gave him a kiss [How about I get Ruth to take the picture?] [Sounds good. {pain}] [I''ll get the nurse.] [Sorry, they''re going to give me something powerful I think.] [They can''t disconnect the pain signals,] Hathie thought to him [all they can do is disconnect your higher brain functions.] [That sounds sounds sort of scary.] [I think it might be something to help you forget, or something like that. Just don''t forget you love me.] [I won''t, that''s got to be in long term memory by now, surely?]
Young household, Mars, 2nd December ¡°Hi, Hathie! How''s our favorite Gravitymaster?¡± Hathie''s mother asked. ¡°My Boris is sedated. Well, sort of. I couldn''t watch.¡± ¡°What''s happened?¡± ¡°He started getting feeling back, which was wonderful,¡± Hathie said ¡°then it turned to pain. Every touch a new pain. It happens sometimes, they say, one chance in about ten. He''s writhing in pain and every new movement means a sheet touches him somewhere else and it''s a new pain trigger.¡± ¡°But... getting feeling back is a good sign, isn''t it?¡± ¡°Yes and no.¡± Hathie said, ¡°It means his nerves are reconnecting, but they''re not reconnecting properly.¡± ¡°And they can''t give him painkillers?¡± ¡°They''ve given him something to help him forget but they don''t dare reduce the pain. It would make it almost certain that it becomes permanent, they call that ''little mermaid syndrome'', after the story. Most people say cut my spine again, it was better without any feeling. They can''t just wind-back the regrowth, all they can do is stop it and cut the chord.¡± ¡°Oh Hathie!¡± ¡°We were so happy! Teasing, planning. We''re going to get married, he was going to take a picture of this ring to send to Ruth and Lara and tell everyone how happy he was, and then it started, and he''s in agony now.¡± tears were flowing freely now. ¡°And so are you.¡± ¡°I should be there, mum, holding his hand, they asked me to for a bit. But I couldn''t cope, and they said it''s better if I go. But I shouldn''t have.¡± ¡°Sorry are you saying you do want to go back or you don''t?¡± ¡°I should, but I''m scared.¡± ¡°To see his pain?¡± ¡°I don''t want to leave him in pain when I could be there helping him through it. But I don''t know if I will be helping him. I feel I should, but I felt so helpless, so useless, so panicked.¡± ¡°Pain is scary, yes. Especially in people we love. Is your love strong enough to conquer that fear?¡± ¡°I want it to be. I need to pray.¡± ¡°Sounds like a good answer. Would you like me to drive you there while you pray?¡±
Mars Hospital, post-operative ward, Tuesol, 2nd December ¡°Hello, I''m Hathellah Young, I''ve come to be with Boris,¡± Hathie said, ¡°it might help him for me to be there.¡± ¡°It''s not going to be easier than it was last time,¡± the nurse said. ¡°It might. I know what''s coming this time.¡± ¡°Miss Young, if anything his pain is worse now.¡± ¡°Then I should be with him,¡± Hathie said. ¡°You don''t need to do this to yourself.¡± ¡°Yes I do, we''re engaged. I fully mean to stay with him in sickness and in health.¡± ¡°You''re that determined?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°You''re right. It might help him a bit.¡± ¡°I had an idea. Is there something like a big bath he could be in? Maybe a birthing pool? So it''s water that holds him? I''ve got my swimming costume, I''d be happy to go in with him to keep his head up.¡± ¡°It depends how much he thrashes, and panics. We don''t want him to think we''re trying to drown him. Or for him to drown you.¡± ¡°He''s Mer, I''m part Mer myself. I''m not saying it''s impossible to drown us, but you''d have to wait a long time.¡± ¡°I''ll talk to the doctor, miss.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°Don''t try for long conversations. His short term memory''s only about ten seconds.¡± ¡°But he''ll remember things from before they started the drip?¡± ¡°Probably.¡±
Mars Hospital, post-operative ward, Tuesol, 2nd December [My Boris, I''m here.] [{pain}Hathie? My Thellah?] [Your Thellah came back. They sent me away, but I''m back.{love}] [Hurts] [Yes, Boris. I know. Now Boris, you need my kiss.] [Nice kisses. Nasty legs.] [No my mermaid''s kiss, and they''re nice legs, just silly nerves getting confused. We''re engaged now, so you can''t refuse me giving you first aid kisses.] [My Thella came back.] [Yes. Try to sit up my Boris.] [Hurts] [Yes, {love} but try?] [{PAIN} hurts too much. Why sit?] [OK, Boris, plan B.] Hathellah swallowed a mouthful, in case that was part of it, and put some more in her mouth. Then she kissed him [Drink, my love. Drink my kiss, and maybe we can swim together.] [Can''t think. Woozy.] [Yes, you are. And very forgetful.] [Why does your kiss taste funny?] [Drink, the kiss I''ve made for you Boris.] [What kiss?] [My forgetful Boris, swallow my mermaid''s kiss. Take my kiss, and my love, and we will swim together.] [Not married yet.] [Not yet, but we will be.] [Why are you kissing me like this?] [I love you, and we''re engaged.] [It hurts, Hathie.] [Your silly new nerves got confused my Boris. Is this nice?] she stroked his head. [Touching is nice. Kissing is nice.] [You tell your silly nerves this is touching then.] [{pain}Touching?] [Just touching {love}.] [My Thellah is here.] [Yes, my forgetful Boris.] [Don''t go!] He thought as she finally broke the kiss. ¡°I''m not going, Boris.¡± Hathie said, ¡°I just thought it might be a bit embarrassing if the nurse came back in.¡± ¡°What would be embarrassing?¡± Boris asked, confused. ¡°You''re very forgetful, my Boris, did you know that?¡± ¡°The medicine.¡± ¡°Yes, Boris. I know.¡± She just held his hand for a while, thinking how much she loved him, and praying that his nerves would connect up properly. And reminding him that she was here, and loved him.
¡°My Thellah is here!¡± Boris said, in joy. It was about an hour since she''d come back. ¡°Of course I am, I''ve been here something like an hour.¡± ¡°Don''t go, Hathie.¡± ¡°I won''t go, Boris, I''m here. Not just Hathie, I''m your Hathie, now.¡± ¡°Can I have a kiss, my Hathie?¡± ¡°Of course, Boris. As long as it doesn''t hurt, you can have as many kisses as you want.¡± ¡°Kisses don''t hurt.¡± [Of course they don''t. And we''re engaged, so I''m allowed to kiss you.] [I love my Hathie!] [Does it hurt if I stroke you here Boris?] Hathie asked, trying to find the first place he''d felt her touch. [Funny Hathie.] [Funny?] [Strokes don''t hurt.] [Do your legs hurt, Boris?] [A bit. Why do they hurt?] Hathie looked into his eyes. She didn''t see the fear she''d seen earlier, either. [Because your nerves got confused. I love you my Boris.] [My Hathie is here!] Hathellah kissed him again, but broke off as the nurse opened the door. ¡°I think the pain is fading,¡± Hathie said, grinning. ¡°Really! That''s a good sign.¡± ¡°Boris, can I try stroking you again?¡± ¡°Again?¡± ¡°Do you remember where on your leg you first felt me stroking you?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Can I stroke you there?¡± ¡°Of course, Hathie. That''s nice.¡± ¡°And if I stroke here?¡± ¡°Hey, no tickling.¡± ¡°Does anything hurt, Mr Gravitymaster?¡± the nurse asked. ¡°Should anything hurt?¡± Boris asked, then looked puzzled and asked ¡°Hathie, what did she get wrong?¡± ¡°Gravitymaster is not his surname,¡± Hathellah said, ¡°It''s much more of a claim to fame.¡± ¡°Gravitymaster, Hathellah-claimed. Famous before I''m thirty!¡± ¡°Exactly, Boris. Can the drip be turned off?¡± ¡°I''ll just check with the Doctor.¡± ¡°Does that by any chance mean ''wait an hour and don''t interfere?''¡± ¡°No! Oh, the bath idea? I''m sorry, it slipped my mind. There is a birthing pool, but it''s in use, otherwise there''s only normal-sized baths, nothing you could actually not touch the sides in. But the doctor did think it was a good idea.¡± Boris looked to see who the nurse was talking to and told her ¡°Nurse, this is Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah and so on back for three thousand years. And she''s not only the Princess, she''s My Thellah! Don''t leave, Hathie, please!¡± ¡°I''ve been here a long time Boris, and I''m very very sorry I left you.¡± ¡°Why did you leave?¡± ¡°Because I didn''t think I was helping, and I was worried for you and scared because you were hurting so much.¡± ¡°I''m not hurting now. But why can''t I remember anything? Oh! Nurse, please turn off the drip, it''s mucking up my brain.¡± ¡°Certainly, sir.¡± the nurse said. ¡°How long will it take until his memory works properly?¡± ¡°Not long, Miss Young.¡± ¡°Please, feel free to call me Hathellah. It''s as much a title as a name.¡± ¡°My Thellah, not just the thellah!¡± ¡°Yes, Boris, but every Outer Mer can call call me their thellah, can''t they? Only you get to call me your Hathie.¡± ¡°My Hathie has made an excellent point, nurse.¡± ¡°I''m getting really confused,¡± the nurse admitted. ¡°My name is a title, which means ''the princess'', from ''thell'', an archaic Mer word meaning prince, or king. Only one person in two generations can be called by it. It means I''m the hereditary heir to the crown of one of two groups of Mer who the then-Hathellah united some centuries before Moses came on the scene. I don''t have many powers, but I have a powerful threat to stamp out racial prejudice amongst the mer, because I can say enough is enough, we''re leaving. And when my grandmother told me I was a mermaid and the rest I really struggled to believe her.¡± ¡°What convinced you?¡± ¡°Oh, the normal. She took me swimming one day and we swam underwater lengths for about six minutes. Boris here will probably be able to do fifteen, once his legs have got a bit more muscle on them.¡± As she said that she took his hand and thought to him [Don''t protest; potion''s a secret. And also, you had some mermaid''s kiss earlier my love. I''ve got more so you get a proper dose and to remember it too.] [Whatever happened to not mixing medicines?] [I asked Karella to check it was OK. You glowed as a Mer it would be perfectly safe and appropriate for me to give some to any time today.] ¡°Oh, Boris...¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°I really wasn''t feeling like sending out photos when you were writhing in pain earlier, so... do you want to take one now?¡± ¡°I was writhing in pain?¡± Boris asked. ¡°Yes, and I didn''t know what to do, and any time I tried to help it felt like I was making things worse.¡± ¡°And the doctor sent her away, because the last thing a patient going through what you went through needs is a distraught relative,¡± the nurse interjected, ¡°But a determined spouse or fianc¨¦e, who''ll stick with you though it all is a real help.¡± ¡°She told me my legs were good, it was just my nerves,¡± Boris said. ¡°Exactly. And you remembered that, and that thought is really important in getting the brain to sort itself out. We think it''s related to placebo effect, and somehow the word of doctors and nurses just isn''t as convincing. But, urm... it was awfully quite in here, most of the time....¡± ¡°More than half of the Mer are long-range thought hearers,¡± Hathie said, ¡°So do be careful to make any decisions about Boris you want to keep private about thirty metres away with several sealed doors in the way.¡± ¡°I''ve never had that long a range, Hathie,¡± Boris said. ¡°Do you remember having working legs?¡± ¡°Oh. Good point.¡± ¡°I don''t know how you test for thought-hearing range,¡± the nurse started. ¡°Probably best not to finish that thought,¡± Hathellah interrupted, ¡°I had the same thought but crushed it.¡± ¡°Oh, but the insights it could give...¡± the nurse started again. ¡°First question: given the ingrained over centuries terror of being burned alive by the non-thought-hearing population, or dissected in the name of science, do you really think any thought-hearer is going to want to tell people which nerves to cut to make them more vulnerable?¡± ¡°Urm, No.¡± ¡°Second question: do you have any idea how hard it was to get Boris through the door of this hospital yesterday morning, once he heard he''d be under general anesthetic? Mer children since the nineteen hundreds have been told that if there''s a very real risk they''ll get dissected in the name of science if they fall into the hands of land-people.¡± ¡°Third question,¡± Boris said, ¡°can you think of any reason that knowing would actually be helpful to anyone?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± the nurse said, ¡°because my aunt would really love to have a lower range sometimes.¡± ¡°She has the pain?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°Yes, and if I have a daughter then there''s a risk she might too. My grandma had it.¡± ¡°Greetings, probable very distant cousin.¡± Boris said. ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°The pain is only found in girls and women who have both mer and land-folk ancestry,¡± Hathie said, ¡°If you trace your ancestry back to the late twentieth century you''ll probably find connections to instructors or staff at a scuba-dive centre and then a total blank.¡± ¡°At which point ask Atlantis?¡± the nurse asked. ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°I don''t suppose the name Japathe means anything to you?¡± the nurse asked, ¡°It''s my middle name, and I did try to find out about where it came from.¡± ¡°It''s a mer name, certainly. Any idea which Japathe?¡± ¡°She married someone called Smith, if that helps. Oh, and her grandmother was called Karella Abbot. I''ve seen a letter saying ''her name still gets us a discount if you go to the right dive-school''¡± ¡°Oh, descendent of the ultra-rich and ultra-famous,¡± Boris said, ¡°Every mer has heard of Karella Irontrader. And of course her grandmother, Sathzakara Evangelia.¡± ¡°Why would being a descendent of someone rich get you a discount?¡± ¡°It''ll take a while to explain. We''re not keeping you from looking after anyone else are we?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°I''ve just transferred one patient to another ward ¡ª that''s part of what took me so long ¡ª and we''ll be getting another patient just as soon as they''re out of surgery, so this is what they call the slack period.¡± ¡°And there''s no heap of paperwork to transfer Boris?¡± ¡°No. It''s probably all wait and see in your case. No further medication recommended, just regular progress checks. I''d be fascinated to hear about my ancestress, though.¡± ¡°For a long long time,¡± Boris said. ¡°iron was occasionally useful for the Mer but hard to get. Rust-free iron became like gold is for you. For some reason, you kept sinking great ships full of the stuff, but they all went rusty. Often they were rusty before they sank. About the only form of iron that survived long enough for us to be sure you really didn''t care about it was cannon balls. And you''d totally stopped shooting those at each other with any regularity by the nineteen seventies.¡± ¡°And somehow Karella got hold of some iron?¡± ¡°Karella who was already known as a skilled tradeswoman, got married to Rick Abbot of London, a landman who happened to have a pawn shop. How they met is another story, but she thus had access to the local ironmongers'' shop. And like most mer children at the time, she thought pearls were something to be watched out for in shellfish soup and given to kids for marbles. She spotted a trading opportunity, and so she found a waterproofing that didn''t corrode the steel, and swapped coated nuts for pearls. She got richer ¡ª I can''t say rich because she was already ¡ª and the Mer had time for a graceful transition off the iron standard because she openly told everyone she had no intention of trashing the economy, but really, iron wasn''t going stay valuable. And that meant that iron could be used a lot more freely, which was good news in all sorts of ways.¡± ¡°I can''t imagine not having iron to make things out of. What do you use for scalpels, or hypodermic needles?¡± ¡°We call it knife metal. Wander over to the Atlantis embassy and ask one of the guards,¡± Boris said, ¡°I expect she''ll be very happy to show you her knife. Most mermaids treat their knives badly, of course, and don''t even notice that it needs resharpening until the cutting edge has been worn down until it''s something like ten thousand atoms across. A properly sharp blade is about as sharp as obsidian, about ten atoms. The big advantage knife metal has over obsidian is you can clean it without it shattering.¡± ¡°You''d reuse a surgical blade?¡± the nurse asked in horror, ¡°what about the risks of spreading diseases?¡± ¡°If you can tell me of a pathogen that''ll survive the whole blade being at yellow heat, we might worry. But then, so would you, since you smelt down your old surgical steel and reuse it.¡± ¡°Oh. And that doesn''t ruin the temper of the blade or whatever?¡± ¡°Naah. Tempering is all about mucking up the natural structure to get the right properties. It''s much better to have the right structure to start with. Technically, what we call knife metal is really close to being a bendy ceramic.¡± ¡°You ahh, sound like you really know this stuff,¡± the nurse said. ¡°Probably because I try to teach people all about it back home. Stop carving bits of steel with your knives, I tell them. Do they listen? Of course they don''t, they just carry on whittling any bit of steel they can find to show off.¡± ¡°I think you should finish that diatribe with something like ''Mermaids! Teenagers the whole lot of them!''¡± Hathie suggested. ¡°Hey, are you trying to get me into trouble?¡± Boris asked ¡°I know how sharp their knives are, thank you very much.¡± ¡°On that note, I''d really better go and find the doctor,¡± the nurse said. Effects of Openness / Ch. 22: New names, old customs

Effects of Openness / Ch. 22:New names, old customs

Embassy of Atlantis, Tuesol, 2nd December, 6pm ¡°I bring you the conquering hero,¡± Hathie said to Robert, Ruth and the other Mer in the room as the airlock let them in. ¡°And I hereby present my Boris with two new names, one of which he can glory in if he wants to, the other which he possibly wants to forget.¡± ¡°Urm, Hathie, what are you doing?¡± Boris asked. ¡°Making you the centre of attention, of course, my Boris. Boris I offer you a name you spoke under the drugs earlier ¡ª Hathellah-chosen. And for your exploits later on I name you Doctor-kicker. I do not claim the telling of either of these names.¡± ¡°I can guess what the first one is, looking at your ring, Hathie.¡± Robert said, ¡°congratulations.¡± ¡°The story of the first name is that Hathellah has made her free choice,¡± Boris said, looking into her eyes, ¡°and made me a very happy man.¡± ¡°Come on Boris,¡± Ruth asked, ¡°tell us more.¡± ¡°Hathie?¡± ¡°It is your story, Boris,¡± Hathie said. ¡°Last night, as I was about to enter the hospital, I was overcome by fear that I would not leave, and I asked Hathellah if she would look after a ring I meant to give her, so that even though I thought it was too early to ask her a question that normally went with it, I would know she had it. And she let me put it on her little finger, as a promise of a question I knew I wanted to ask her some time, but feared to ask. As I awoke from the anesthetic, I found Hathellah waiting for me. She greeted me in Mer, and called me hers, and the ring had moved fingers. And so I am rightly called Hathellah-chosen. For she has free choice, and declared us engaged to the nurses before asking me what I thought. Of course, if she''d asked what I thought of course I would have been happy, and I''d probably have asked her. But I am happy for Outer and Inner Mer to know that Hathellah lives, and can make decisions where others fear.¡± ¡°Boris... that last bit sounded like you''re saying that one day I''ll split the Mer,¡± Hathie protested. ¡°Please, highness, never say never.¡± Ursula said. ¡°It is not just children that utter cruel jibes. Four years ago, I was sixteen, I was dating a seventeen year old. I darted him because he thought cruel words meant nothing. He then made claim against me to the council, and stated I should be punished for the manner in which I had insulted his honour. He admitted to the council what he said had been thoughtless, but said it mattered not because Hathellah had died. Karella darted him before he could say more, and stated that he was acting the dangerous shark, splitting the Mer, and the council had no need to hear the words of a dangerous shark. The council agreed, but the poison of prejudice is still amongst us. I am sure he did not just speak his own thoughts.¡± ¡°Does this shark and son of a shark still walk amongst Mer?¡± Emilia asked. ¡°He does not, for he was proud, and claimed the right to speak further to the council under the old law. He sought to show his honour by swimming a kilometer, and became shark-food.¡± ¡°My daughter, my nephew, and my princess,¡± Emilia said, ¡°Let me state publicly and clearly, my brother was clearly marked as Outer Mer, just as his son. It is clear to me that I would not have my speed of hand nor accuracy of strike were it not for my heritage. I believe that I am as Outer Mer as my brother, and Ruth, you can be impetuousity in the flesh, else you would not be here.¡± ¡°An Outer Mer characteristic,¡± Ruth said, ¡°and if my mother claims to be Outer Mer, what then can I say, but admit that there were times I wished I could claim the heritage I thought my cousins Boris and Lara had from their mother''s side.¡± ¡°Princess of the Outer Mer,¡± Matthew said, ¡°this is not a right that you can demand. But there is an old custom that you may request, and I think perhaps it is time for it to be remembered. It is a custom for dates of significance, for example the announcement of your betrothal, or you taking your place at council. Do you know of this custom?¡± ¡°No, master archivist, I do not.¡± Hathellah replied, ¡°I beg that you teach me about it.¡± ¡°It is that those with good claim to Outer Mer blood step forward, and make themselves known first to their families, and also to their neighbours by the flying of a pennon. And that the pennon be red for those who have experienced wrong based on race which they''ve reported but has been unpunished and blue for those who have known peace and safety except from the sea. Those who have kept their hurt as a secret of the deep should fly both, if they are willing to share it now.¡± ¡°And these pennons would fly for a day?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°No, princess, they would fly for as long as it takes until all pennons flown be one colour, whether that''s blue or red.¡± ¡°So that''s what it means in the song!¡± Hathellah exclaimed. ¡°Yes, highness. Your Grandmother taught you well if you know the song I presume you must mean.¡± ¡°It is in the archive I keep, master archivist, but in English, and I don''t know the tune.¡± ¡°Ah. Well, it would be good for you to learn it in Mer also.¡± ¡°Dad, what song?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Princess?¡± ¡°Let all the flags be flying, and Outer Mer stand true, Let all the flags flow blood red, let all the flags swim blue. The Inner Mer stand watching, what will Hathellah do?¡± ¡°Ah!¡± Matthew exclaimed, ¡°You have a singable version! Excellent! I hadn''t heard that translation.¡± ¡°What''s the tune?¡± Ruth asked, reaching for her pipe. ¡°Hathellah''s choice, of course,¡± Ursula said. ¡°I don''t think I know it,¡± Ruth replied. ¡°It''s not a very popular tune,¡± Ursula said, ¡°My grandmother told me it was never popular among Inner Mer and too sad for Outer Mer after Hathellah died.¡± ¡°If you can play it through first, I''ll sing the Mer version,¡± Boris said. ¡°First, can we hear your second story, Boris, then we can all learn this almost lost song.¡± Ruth asked. ¡°My second story?¡± ¡°Of the second name I offered you Boris.¡± ¡°Oh! All the doctor''s fault. He asked me to waggle my toes. Not much movement, he asked me to try flexing my ankles, not much. He asked me to try bending my leg at my knee; sort of did something. He asked me to lay on my side, and tell me what I felt when he he did ''this'', and then stuck some sort of pointy thing into the sole of my foot. It hurt and he got my knee in his stomach, so I told him it felt rather like a bit of shooting pain, a bit of remorse and rather a lot of joy at the progress. He said, yes, well, fair enough, he should have said he meant me to lie the other way round. Then he said he wanted to see me tomorrow and asked Hathie to take me away from his sensitive rib cage.¡± ¡°Boris, that''s wonderful!¡± ¡°Doctor didn''t really think so,¡± Hathie giggled, ¡°Oh, the nurse might come visiting, Ruth. She has an aunt with the pain. Descendents of urm, who was it Boris?¡± ¡°Japathe Smith, grand-daughter of Karella of London.¡± ¡°Oh, is she?¡± Emilia asked, ¡°Then she should be talking to Sarah, shouldn''t she, Matthew?¡± ¡°Yes. Absolutely.¡± ¡°Sarah?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Almost got named queen instead of Karella,¡± Boris said, ¡°But she had some good excuses. Like having the pain didn''t make her Mer, and she already had two jobs. Karella called her in to help us decide if we could come out of hiding.¡± ¡°Oh. I''m glad we decided to,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Me too,¡± Boris said, grinning at Hathie. ¡°Songs first, or news first?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°News? What news?¡± Boris asked. ¡°Alchemy sets work quite quickly, stone piles shrink really quickly when you''ve got lots of helpers and a hungry alchemy set, and we need a different thermostat.¡± ¡°You''ve filled the pool?¡± Boris asked. ¡°No, but there''s a good metre of water in the deeper parts.¡± ¡°What''s up with the thermostat?¡± ¡°I got impatient,¡± Ruth admitted, ¡°and didn''t let Robert check before I bought it.¡± ¡°And then it couldn''t handle the load, and melted,¡± Robert supplied, ¡°probably because it was intended for at most a three kilowatt heater. What I don''t understand is how the water came out of the magic box at barely above freezing point.¡± This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. ¡°I guess I got the settings wrong.¡± Boris said, ¡°Sorry. Urm... you used it inside?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°what did you do with all the Nitrogen and Oxygen?¡± ¡°We got an alarm about that, fairly early on,¡± Ruth admitted, ¡°So had to partially vent the dome.¡± ¡°Sounds like you''ve been busy,¡± Boris said. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°What does the alchemy kit do?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°Basically, it''s an efficient heat pump with lasers and fusion and stuff. Heat the atoms until they break up the way you need them to, let them condense into the right things, say carbon, nitrogen, oxygen and hydrogen, extract some energy so chemical reactions work, extract some more energy. Whether it needs to dump energy or needs feeding depends on the settings and the exact ratios of what it makes, but you try to get it to balance as closely as you can, otherwise you''ve got some gigawatts to supply or waste. But I''m pretty sure I can make it make warmer water and hotter gasses, as long as it''s outside. I was just playing with it, really.¡± ¡°And can get it to output the carbon in solid form? We don''t really need extra CO2 in the atmosphere.¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Would you like graphite or diamonds?¡± Boris asked. ¡°Hmmm... diamonds, I think.¡± ¡°Size?¡± ¡°Quarter of a carat.¡± Ruth said, decisively. ¡°Really? Why?¡± ¡°Possible trade goods. I''d like to see how many carrots I can get for a quarter carat diamond.¡± ¡°Just carrots?¡± ¡°No, I just liked the pun.¡± ¡°If you make kilos of diamonds, you''re going to totally crash the gem market.¡± Hathie pointed out. ¡°Not garotte it?¡± Ursula suggested. Everyone groaned at the pun. ¡°OK OK, once I''ve got about a hundred quarter carat diamonds, switch to graphite.¡± ¡°Oh, sorry.¡± Boris said. ¡°It''s not going to work.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°Only two output channels on the little kit you''ve got, I''ve just remembered.¡± ¡°So water down a hose to the pool and gasses straight to the atmosphere?¡± ¡°Yes. Unless you want graphite in your pool water? I can make it lumps, I guess.¡± ¡°Boris, how clever is that machine?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°Urm, alchemy itself isn''t clever enough for you?¡± ¡°That''s just magic, like forcefields. What I was wondering was if it could count, and do graphite sticks for kids and artists to use, which say one in a thousand have a diamond in them, of varying sizes. Once you''ve made Ruth her first hundred or so, of course.¡± ¡°Sounds challenging. The point being?¡± Boris asked. ¡°A nice surprise?¡± Hathie suggested. ¡°Not nice if it scratches a hole in your drawing.¡± ¡°I don''t want to introduce gambling to Mars,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Oh, yeah.¡± ¡°Hathie, what''s your old classmate who''s always moaning about regolith being to soft to be called a proper abrasive called?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Norbert, you mean? You''re thinking of industrial diamonds?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Good idea,¡± Ruth said, ¡°I bet there''s a reasonably constant demand for that. And I think I know what I want you to do, Boris. This is supposed to be a demonstrator for filling seas, isn''t it? Let''s have diamond sands at the bottom of our pool. And make sure you get the salinity right too, Boris.¡± ¡°Please, not in the water, Ruth.¡± Ursula begged, ¡°normal rounded beach sand is bad enough under scale, but sharp diamonds? You''ll regret in the first week.¡± ¡°So spare carbon either ends up wet and lumpy enough to pick up, or blasted out with the gasses, to make black regolith or sparkly regolith. Does there need to be carbon produced at all, Boris?¡± ¡°I don''t know.¡± Boris said, ¡°It all depends the exact mix of elements you''ve been feeding it.¡± ¡°Oh well, we can''t solve everything now,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Boris shall we go down to the pool-side to sing?¡± ¡°Can we invite my parents?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°Of course.¡±
Level 4 below Mer embassy, Mars ¡°That''s quite a military-sounding tune,¡± Robert said. ¡°It is, in effect, a call to stand up against oppression.¡± Boris said. ¡°The Mer version has an extra verse, too.¡± ¡°Two, actually¡± Matthew said. ¡°Could you translate them?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°Of course. Verse one: Ask once more that flags be flown, ask once more that Outer Mer stand high. Gather strength and stand together, let all the flags be red or blue. Inner Mer must now be silent. It''s all Hathellah''s choice. ¡°Verse two: Outer Mer are often bullied, Outer Mer are often shamed, By Inner Mer who think it doesn''t matter, by Inner sharks who think its fun. Now they see who would be leaving. It''s all Hathellah''s choice.¡± ¡°Verse three: Outer Mer stand up, be counted. Outer Mer, make known sharks'' crimes. Is the council become polluted? Must the crown be lifted high? Let all Mer see where the knife will cut, it''s all Hathellah''s choice.¡± ¡°In a way, it''s emphasizing the ethnic divisions, isn''t it?¡± Hathie said, ¡°Is it really a good thing?¡± ¡°Three thousand years, the division is still there.¡± Ursula said, ¡°There have always been stupid people, even stupid Christians, who refuse to believe that unity and conformity are different things.¡± ¡°Also,¡± Matthew said, ¡°Every red pennon is both an acknowledgement of bitterness and a plea to the council for justice, for reconciliation.¡± ¡°And so if I asked for this, I would be giving the council more work, just as they negotiate treaties?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°You would be helping them do their job,¡± Emilia said. ¡°I am Inner Mer,¡± Pania said, ¡°but if I had a neighbour flying a red flag, I would go to them, and ask ''Who is the fool that divides the mer so?'' ''Who needs correcting in their ways?'' ''Who owes you an apology and restitution? Let me try to reason with them, that unity can be restored and we do not need to go to the council.''¡± ¡°Thank you Pania,¡± Hathie said. ¡°Then, I''ll make the hard decision. I have heard of one sad account that was resolved well. And others that have not been so well resolved and left scars. I would like to know what coloured flags fly across Atlantis. Boris, can you send your name-stories to Lara and anyone else you know?¡± ¡°I don''t think I''m going to claim the second name, anyone.¡± Boris said, ¡°But I''ll happily write the story of the first.¡± ¡°And I will write to my colleague archivists what I have told you princess, and ask them to place before the council the details of this custom.¡± ¡°I just wish I hadn''t burned out that heater.¡± Ruth said. ¡°I think I''d like to propose we all have a good swim before we send this little bombshell into Karella''s lap, and I don''t fancy swimming in ice-cold water when there''s no gems or gold to find.¡± ¡°You didn''t burn out the heater, Ruth.¡± Robert said, dipping his fingers in the water. ¡°and I''m also glad that we turned on the pumps and things, or this water might be boiling one end and freezing the other.¡± ¡°What are you saying?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Urm.. I''d guess it''s reached about twenty five. So, last one in the water helps Ursula with the washing up? Except Boris. I imagine it''ll take you quite a while to get ready, my future brother-in-law.¡± ¡°Not nearly as long as someone who''s got nowhere except the top floor of the tower to change in,¡± Boris pointed out. ¡°Why would anyone want to change up there?¡± Robert asked the world in general. ¡°I claim the bathroom!¡± Hathie shouted. ¡°See?¡± Boris said, over his shoulder, as he flew ¡ª literally ¡ª round up the steps towards his room. ¡°I''m confused,¡± Robert said. ¡°I think you''ve got no where to change, Robert, until your sister''s finished.¡± Ruth said. ¡°Oh! That''s what he meant. I expected a swim, actually. See you when you''ve changed, my mermaid.¡± He pulled off his top and trousers, and stepped into the water. ¡°Do you think I''m going to be last in my own pool?¡± Ruth asked him. ¡°If you don''t go find your scale soon.¡± ¡°Who needs scale, when it''s about avoiding washing up? Now gentlemen don''t watch ladies changing, so turn round please.¡± Robert soon discovered he wasn''t the only one who''d made their plans earlier. ¡°Ohh, this is nice and warm, isn''t it?¡± ¡°Ruth, my love, shall we swim?¡± Robert asked the most beautiful woman in his world. ¡°Yes. And then we''ll see how long we can hide in the sneaky side-tunnel before anyone notices we''re missing.¡± ¡°Oh is that what the sneaky side-tunnel is for?¡± Ruth and Robert had worked on it before the others had arrived, and initially, he''d thought it was going to be a water-entrance to the tower. Then he''d realised it was going the wrong way for that, and she''d cut a hole in the ceiling for the pump input there. But he was fairly certain that wasn''t why they''d made the tunnel ¡ª the narrowest the extruder could line. Mainly he thought that because after the pipe there were some more turns and it opened into a dome with a ledge around the wall. ¡°Not really, but it''ll do for now.¡± ¡°So what is it for, Ruth?¡± ¡°It is for future plans, my future husband. Ask no more questions, please.¡± ¡°I''m very curious.¡± ¡°Good. Stay that way. Hold onto the thought that you''ve got to be curious and not ask any more questions, and that we''ve got the whole pool to ourselves for all of three minutes, maybe, and they''re going to swim faster than us.¡±
Level 4 below Mer embassy, Mars ¡°Hathie,¡± Boris said, ¡°You''ll stay close to me in the water?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Hathie said, ¡°and I''m going to enjoy doing something I planned to do when we first met, and no one is going to stop me now.¡± ¡°What''s that?¡± ¡°Pick you out of your chair so you can kiss me without me bending over.¡± ¡°You don''t like bending over?¡± ¡°That''s not the point. The point is you get to be all spontaneous about it.¡± ¡°Oh. Who stopped you?¡± ¡°All the other people around, fear of public censure, that sort of thing. Nervous you''d let me but wouldn''t want me to.¡± ¡°Yeah. OK. I might have found it totally terrifying.¡± ¡°So. I would like to get you into a position where I''m carrying your weight, your arms are able to help if for some crazy reason mine decide you''re too heavy even in this gravity, and last but not least, I don''t fall over. And you can kiss me whenever you want to, and it''s not way too embarrassing when my parents come in.¡± ¡°Will they?¡± ¡°I assume Ruth has her wrist unit with her to let them in.¡± ¡°And of course there''s the complexity of my scales getting in the way.¡± ¡°Urm, yes.¡± ¡°We could just do the kissing bit when we''re in the water. It''s not that far away.¡± ¡°Hey, this is romantic dreams we''re talking about,¡± Hathie objected. ¡°Well, how about we just start with my chair higher?¡± ¡°It can do that?¡± ¡°Lara was dangling off it about four metres off the ground back home.¡± ¡°Wow.¡± ¡°It did get a bit bouncy at that height.¡± ¡°Well bounce into my arms, then.¡± ¡°Oh! It might bounce into the ceiling!¡± ¡°Then let''s do this the traditional way and start with your chair firmly on the ground.¡± ¡°First I''m going to be spontaneous.¡± Boris said, sending his chair up until he was level with Hathie''s head, he leaned over and, as he kissed her, accidentally nudged the joystick, and pushed her off the edge of the pool. There was an enormous splash. Aghast, Boris dropped his chair back to ground level, ¡°Hathie!¡± ¡°I hope that was an accident,¡± Hathie said, standing herself up in the knee-deep water. ¡°It was, sorry!¡± ¡°I''ve got an idea,¡± she said. ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°You can get yourself out of that chair, can''t you?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°If I come up there, I''ll drip all over it. Why don''t you just come to the edge of the pool, and trust me.¡± ¡°Hmm. Trust exercise with accidentally soaked mermaid.¡± ¡°Soaked mermaid princess. Don''t you trust me, Boris?¡± She fluttered her eyelashes at him. ¡°Of course I do, Hathie.¡±
Sneaky side tunnel, Embassy of Atlantis, Mars, 2nd December ¡°Ooh, look, underwater Boris coming. Hi Cousin!¡± Ruth said, ¡°Hello, cousin. It looks like unconventional delivery techniques really do work.¡± ¡°Unconventional delivery techniques?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°I''ll let you ask Hathie about that, You''ll excuse me if I don''t stand up to admire your handiwork. Looks good, cousin.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°You''ve got a whole side room here?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°Indeed. Tell you about it later.¡± ¡°Ow wow, Ruth!¡± Ursula exclaimed, as she entered, ¡°It''s just like at home!¡± ¡°Where do you think I got the program for my rock-cutter and the extruder?¡± ¡°Urm, yeah, that makes sense. But this is excellent!¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± ¡°Normal rules apply?¡± ¡°You help me finish it and what I think are the normal rules apply, yes.¡± ¡°I''ll help, don''t worry!¡± ¡°I''m not worried,¡± Ruth said, ¡°I''m a bit surprised you''re so enthusiastic.¡± ¡°I was just... thinking ahead,¡± Ursula said, blushing. ¡°Well if you''re thinking ahead, we need to think about that squid that''s been swimming around in the tank upstairs, don''t we?¡± ¡°You mean...¡± ¡°If you''re certain you''re going to marry, then yes. If not, wait a bit. Are you that serious about him?¡± ¡°Urm...¡± ¡°It''s bit too early?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°I think so.¡± ¡°Well, the squid seems healthy, and even if we don''t decide to turn him into potion before you''re ready, Mermaid''s kiss is still kinder.¡± ¡°Mermaid''s kiss?¡± Ursula asked. ¡°The old recipe.¡± Hathie replied. ¡°Oh! But that''s nasty, isn''t it?¡± Ursula said. ¡°If you''re re-taking it, it''s nastier, certainly. First time round though...¡± ¡°It''s really unsuitable for kids,¡± Hathie said. ¡°But if you''re giving it to someone you''re planning to marry and don''t mind sharing some saliva with him, then OK, it tastes nasty but there''s no side effects.¡± ¡°None?¡± Ursula asked, surprised. ¡°Boris?¡± Hathie asked. ¡°Yes, Hathie?¡± He grinned up at her. ¡°Well, were there any side-effects?¡± ¡°Yeah, my legs started working.¡± ¡°I think that was the surgery and regrowth therapy.¡± ¡°Oh. Urm, and the enormous bubbly happy feeling is probably you giving me the name Hathellah-chosen, so I guess no side effects.¡±
Effects of Openness / Ch. 23: Hathellahs request

Effects of Openness / Ch. 23:Hathellah''s request

High Council of Atlantis, Monday, 3rd December ¡°Last night, Hathellah announced her betrothal,¡± Karella informed the Council, ¡°and with it makes her traditional request that the flags be flown.¡± ¡°Such a request has not been made for centuries,¡± ¡°We have thought Hathellah was no more for centuries,¡± Karella pointed out. ¡°Sorry, I mean it was not made a century before that!¡± ¡°And we treat our Outer Mer brethren so much better for it,¡± Karella said sarcastically. ¡°I was on this council when it heard that boy say ''it doesn''t matter if I hurt her feelings, what matters is she named me shark.'' And this council had me listening to his thoughts, as he thought ''she''s not one of us, she should be grateful we let her live here''. Who did he learn such poison from, councillors? Was I allowed to investigate? No, because it was felt him making himself sharkfood was enough punishment. Who let our greatest scientist, Boris Gravitymaster grow up thinking he was practically an outcast? Us! I say let the flags be flown and let us see the cracks in our society. Yesterday, our ambassador to Mars learned that her uncle, Boris'' father, had the feet of Outer Mer, that her own mother Emilia Knife-teacher, considered herself Outer Mer. Why has it become a shameful thing to be Outer Mer, when it once was a thing of pride? Such a shameful thing that they feel they cannot even tell their children? The death of Hathellah the younger should not have meant that prejudice could grow rampant!¡± ¡°I concur. Let the flags be flown,¡± one council member said. ¡°And the meaning taught in schools, and song be sung. Let all Mer sing that those who bully Outer Mer are sharks,¡± another council member said. ¡°Do we need this discussion? Hathellah''s request has never been refused. We can all guess what could follow if it were.¡± ¡°Yes, because our queen is right. We should not have let this custom die simply because Hathellah died. Nor, I believe should we have let centuries pass without checking to see if Hathellah was no more. The law states there can be only Hathellah the older and younger, and that none may take the choice from Hathellah. But the law does not say only Hathellah can choose Hathellah. If tragedy befalls Hathellah, and no heir is named, then I believe this council should name Hathellah. I believe the continued existence of Hathellah is required for the health of our people.¡± ¡°A vote on this matter?¡± ¡°Should we not consult Hathellah?¡± ¡°No,¡± Karella said, earning surprised looks. ¡°For the unity of the mer, Hathellah laid down her crown. She has ceded rule to this council, I believe she will be glad not to have this weighty decision to face, and indeed that it will be a relief to her, that the council takes such a decision for the good of her people, and removes from her any onerous sense that she must continue the bloodline in the face of good medical advice. May it never need to happen, but I urge the council, pass this into law, swear that as long as Mer children are born with webbed and webbless feet, the rights of Hathellah will not be lost to the Outer Mer.¡± ¡°And if the Outer Mer should somehow come to dominate?¡± ¡°Let us trust that Hathellah will know what to do if the council rules with prejudice. On either side.¡± ¡°Let it be sworn.¡± ¡°Amen!¡± the elder of the council said, ¡°I propose the wording be thus: ''If there are still Outer Mer and Inner Mer, and if there is but one Hathellah, and she dies without making a choice and without an heir then the council will seek out a female babe, descended from an earlier Hathellah, (once they have verified that no instruction had been given, unknown to the council) and that babe will be given the name Hathellah, so that the line and powers of Hathellah may continue, and prejudice not grow among us.'' Who will vow to this?¡± All around the table, all hands were raised. The head of the council declared ¡°The council will vow in unity and the oath will be recorded in the annals of the Mer. The request of Hathellah will be honoured, wholeheartedly with sorrow that it has been so long. Let flags be flown and the song be sung.¡± ¡°Does anyone know the tune?¡± ¡°We could just relay to the people the message from Boris. I assume there are mer in Atlantis who know the tune if there are on Mars.¡± ¡°I think, councillors,¡± the elder chided, ¡°we''re forgetting things. Her majesty is a witness, we need one more, and then we have a vow to take, do we not?¡± ¡°Lara Knifetongue waits outside,¡± Karella said. ¡°Excellent! Does she know of her future sister in law''s request?¡± ¡°She said nothing to me of it,¡± Karella said, ¡°she only spoke of their engagement.¡± ¡°Please call her in to hear the council''s oath. Perhaps she will also be willing to ring the great bell of our city to mark its swearing, and she might even know the tune.¡± ¡°I have heard it sung on the message,¡± Karella said, ¡°I would be happy to play or sing with her.¡±
Council tower, Atlantis, Monday 3rd Dec In case people hadn''t heard the chimes of the bell, Karella added her own call to all able to hear: [The great bell rings, merfolk of Atlantis. Stop your work and your play! Listen to the oath of the council!] Silence followed the deep resonating note of the bell. And then loudspeakers across the city relayed Lara''s voice. ¡°I, Lara Knifetongue, speak as witness to the oath of the council.¡± ¡°I, Karella Farspeaker, stand as witness to the binding oath of the council.¡± Lara then read the words of the oath, repeating them so they could be remembered. Then Karella gave the explanation, that Hathellah''s perceived passing had let prejudice grow. ¡°I also bring joyful news.¡± Lara continued, ¡°My brother Boris Gravitymaster now has a new name. Boris has been given the name Hathellah-chosen, a name he claims with joy, for while he still feared to ask her what was on his heart ¡ª that she agree to be his wife ¡ª Hathellah declared by her own authority that she had chosen him as future husband. And he reminds us that this shows Hathellah is not afraid to make decisions others fear.¡± Karella said, ¡°And on this day when we celebrate Hathellah''s choice of a husband, she makes the request tradition dictates: let flags be flown to show her if her people are governed without prejudice!¡± Lara read of the tradition, as laid down in the archives. And while she was reading, Karella played softly, and as Lara finished reading, she thought once more to the Mer. [Let all who know the song ''Hathellah''s choice'', play and sing. It has been forgotten by many, but celebrates our three thousand years of unity.]
Embassy of the Restored Kingdom, Atlantis, Monday 3rd Dec A deep booming sound resounded though the city ¡°Anyone know what''s that sound might be?¡± Harry asked, coming out of his office. ¡°My guess is great bell of Atlantis,¡± Sue replied, ¡°Either the council''s taken an oath or other big news.¡± ¡°Oh. Would Boris and Hathellah getting engaged count?¡± Harry asked. ¡°Pass. Oh! Karella says listen to the Council''s oath. I wish I understood more Mer so we could.¡± ¡°Me too. Hey, that''s Lara''s voice!¡± Harry said. ¡°And Karella''s,¡± Sue added. ¡°I''m hearing a lot about Hathellah,¡± Harry said. ¡°And the council, and lots of hypothetical stuff.¡± ¡°Is Atlantis under attack, Maam?¡± one of the sailors asked. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°No, but the High Council''s taken a formal oath. Only happens a few times a century.¡± ¡°Lara''s starting again.¡± Harry said. ¡°Right,¡± Sue said, looking around, ¡°any Mer-speakers around who can tell us what''s going on? ¡°Don''t you speak Mer, Maam?¡± ¡°Not this formal mode stuff, no.¡± Her wrist unit buzzed with a message. ¡°Ah ha! Message from the council to all embassies: no panic, ''Hathellah, princess of the Outer Mer, has announced her choice of Boris Gravitymaster as her future husband, and the High Council has agreed to her traditional request that Outer Mer make themselves known and fly a red or blue flag depending on their experience of prejudice. The council has also vowed that, should Hathellah ever die without choosing an heir, it will choose an heir for Hathellah, so prejudice will not rise.'' So there you have it.¡± ¡°I''m confused, Maam,¡± the sailor said, ¡°''Should Hathellah ever die without choosing an heir?'' Is that just bad English?¡± ¡°Not if you know Hathellah is a title,¡± Sue said. ¡°Harry, I think I''d better go talk to some sailors before they get nervous.¡± ¡°Good idea.¡±
Young Household, Mars, Thursol 4th Dec, 6pm ¡°Hathie, I''m not sure if you''ve heard their reply unofficially, but I present an official reply from the High Council of Atlantis,¡± Ruth said. ¡°I''ve not heard anything at all.¡± ¡°Oooh goody!¡± Ruth said, with a grin. ¡°Why is it good that I''ve been left not knowing at all what''s happening?¡± ¡°Hathellah, princess,¡± Ruth said, ¡°At your request on this happy occasion, yesterday the call was made for flags to be flown. Additionally, the song ''Hathellah''s choice'' was sung from the tower of the high council, by Lara Knifetongue and Karella Farspeaker, Queen of all Mer. All children will learn that song, and the council regrets the passing of its wise words from many memories. Furthermore, while none may take from Hathellah the right of naming her successor, it was pointed out that the law is silent on what should happen if Hathellah does not so name, and has no natural heir, and dies before her time. And as prejudice has increased in the time that Hathellah was thought gone from among us, the council has vowed this will not happen again, and that if Hathellah cannot name an heir, the council will, for as long as there are Outer Mer and Inner Mer. And should the time come when Inner Mer are at risk of prejudice, the council trusts that Hathellah will still fight for equality of all.¡± ¡°How could she not? Hasn''t an oath been sworn?¡± Hathellah asked. ¡°Oh, but you have not read the archive of Hathellah, so you do not know, and I suppose the council does not know either. So I''m gratified to learn the council feels like that.¡± ¡°An oath has been sworn? Who by?¡± ¡°Surprisingly enough, her name was Hathellah,¡± Hathie said. ¡°You amaze me,¡± Ruth laughed. ¡°She was Hathellah the nice of Hathellah the younger who died, whose little brother was born with webbed feet, and was called frog-boy and freak by his classmates. Thus, she wrote that she saw the potential for prejudice either way, and took a vow that Hathellah would always do what she could to combat racial prejudice against any Mer.¡± ¡°Does my father know?¡± ¡°He should. He''s working his way through the archive, and that was one of the earliest entries.¡± ¡°Hmmm. OK, I''ll ask him to confirm that he has seen it and ensure it is archived at Atlantis.¡± ¡°Not just archived, Ruth. I think it should be taught, when children learn about Hathellah. Hathellah may be princess of outer Mer, but I would not object to any Mer seeing an appeal to Hathellah as a possibility if no others will listen to accounts of racial discrimination. I do not see such a situation as likely but let the oath be known.¡± ¡°I will be proud to call you sister-in-law, Hathellah.¡± ¡°I''m happy to be getting you as a sister-in-law too, Ruth. But can I admit some curiosity about that secret little side pool where we found you two? Ursula seemed really excited, and your parents obviously recognised what it was for.¡± ¡°So they should,¡± Ruth said, ¡°since Dad sent me the plan.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°It will eventually have a lockable water-proof door, to shut it off from the outside, a pump to drain it entirely, an air supply, and beams to support a floor above the water. If it has a walking-door, then that will connect to an airlock to the outside, for a midwife. Personally, I''d prefer to have a midwife come by boat, but I expect my mum will overrule me.¡± ¡°So it''s a birthing pool, not a honeymoon-retreat?¡± ¡°A secluded spot, away from noise and hassle, for absolute privacy and no interruptions. Be that for giving birth or midwife-checkups or intimate discussions, but also for prayer meetings and loving and honeymoons. In other words, it''s a place for escaping and concentrating on one thing. And yes, of course you and Boris may swim off there and lock the door behind you after your wedding, as long as you don''t go planning anything stupid like a double wedding.¡± ¡°An inner sanctum.¡± ¡°Good description. In Mer it''s called a sneaky side-tunnel. Oh, and I''m keeping Robert curious about it.¡± ¡°Any particular reason?¡± ¡°Not really. But it works.¡± ¡°It works?¡± ¡°You lot made a lot of noise when you came in, and I don''t think you heard us talking, did you?¡± ¡°No. You were talking?¡± ¡°The shape of the walls means sound gets in, but not so much out.¡± ¡°So even without the door it makes a good spot for sneaky kisses and cuddles?¡± ¡°And that''s one reason that I''m not telling Robert all about it.¡± ¡°I don''t understand.¡± ¡°So far he knows that much. Think of it as... a gradual unwrapping of a mystery. I think we''ll have a prayer meeting there next, once we''ve got the floor in. Oh, you were going to tell me about unconventional delivery techniques.¡± ¡°I hoped they were going to let Boris sit in a big pool, to avoid the pain, but I hadn''t given him the mermaid''s kiss before then. I didn''t want him to go under and have to explain why he wasn''t able to stay under for fifteen minutes. And he couldn''t sit up to drink.¡± ¡°So you poured it down his nose?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°No! I just urm... kissed him with a full mouth.¡± ¡°Somehow, that seems rather gross,¡± Ruth said. ¡°I know. It does to me in retrospect. I meant to give him some more on the way home, just to make sure he''d had enough. But, urm, we got distracted.¡± ¡°Just like me, I''ve got a bit more of my message to tell you.¡± ¡°Oh! Go ahead,¡± Hathie said. ¡°Happily there are lots of blue pennons, but sadly, there were some red pennons too. The council is trying to prioritize them. A blue pennon also flies from the embassy of the Restored Kingdom, and there have been sightings in various land-folk cities also. Plus, of course, there are four flying on our embassy here on Mars.¡± ¡°Four?¡± ¡°Boris, Ursuala, my mother, and me.¡± ¡°Oh! Why do I keep forgetting you''ve decided you''re Outer Mer?¡± ¡°Because you think it''s a decision thing, maybe? Impetuous ought to be part of my name, and people kept asking me, when I was younger and did typical Ruth things, ''are you sure you don''t have Outer Mer blood? You''ve got to be Outer Mer, surely?'' And I replied that I didn''t think I did. But I obviously never asked my parents.¡± ¡°Oh. I didn''t think impetuous was that much of a marker.¡± ¡°No? You don''t think it''s a bit impetuous to give a man just out of anesthesia a dose of mermaid''s kiss mouth to mouth?¡± ¡°Karella told me it wouldn''t harm him.¡± ¡°So... how long did you think about it?¡± ¡°I didn''t much.¡± ¡°Impetuous princess of an impetuous people, see?¡± ¡°Ruth, there''s hardly any Mer blood in my veins.¡± ¡°How far away do you hear decisions?¡± ¡°OK, yes, I''ve got a range like someone with the pain, which I guess is Mer-like, isn''t it?¡± ¡°If you''ve got that range and not got the pain, then yes, that''s very Mer. And you like swimming.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°And from what I''ve seen, you can be as impetuous as most Outer Mer I know. How good is your memory?¡± ¡°For songs and stories? Great.¡± ¡°So, the only real issue is whether you can hear fish, isn''t it? And that takes practice, and there have been Mer kids with a bit too much land-folk blood who''ve not been able to. ¡°Not to mention speaking Mer and swimming in scale,¡± Hathie said. ¡°Neither of those will make you Mer, Hathie. There have been land-folk given the name mer-friend over the years who could do those things.¡± ¡°Then what will?¡± Hathellah asked, plaintively. ¡°You are Mer, Hathellah granddaughter of Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah for three thousand years.¡± ¡°But I don''t feel Mer. I can''t do Mer things, I can''t speak Mer. I constantly feel like I''m a fake.¡± ¡°Hathie, shut your eyes.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°I want to try something.¡± ¡°Fine. What?¡± ¡°I''ve just taken a half-litre water bottle from my bag.¡± ¡°I believe you.¡± ¡°Good. Now, I want you to focus your ears on it. I''m bringing it closer, and taking it further away. Do you hear me doing that?¡± ¡°I hear you moving.¡± ¡°Good.¡± ¡°No, I mean I hear your feet.¡± ¡°Of course you do. Now, what I''m going to do is swing it slowly around and at some point I''m going to toss it past you onto your bed.¡± ¡°And you think I''m going to be able to judge its trajectory from your thoughts, or something?¡± ¡°No, because I''m going to have my thoughts hidden. All I want you to do is think to yourself how nice it would be to catch it. Don''t try to work out how to catch it, just think, it''s not going to hurt if I do catch it and Boris would be so happy if I tell him and those sort of positive thoughts about catching it, OK?¡± ¡°You want me to brain-wash myself that I can?¡± ¡°No, just think positive thoughts about how nice it would be to be an instinctive hunter of fish and small green plastic bottles.¡± ¡°Any reason for it to be green?¡± ¡°None at all, just that''s its colour.¡± Ruth let the bottle sail over Hathie''s head. A second later, Hathie was looking at the bottle in her hand in shock. ¡°How?¡± ¡°You don''t think a bat catches bugs by thinking ''ok, well, I''m closing at ten metres a second and it''s three meters away at ten degrees left,'' and so on do you? We''re talking low down, direct connections here. I tell you, do this enough and you''ll find it''s really hard to not grab at things that size, unless you''ve decided they''re dangerous.¡± ¡°I''m Mer?¡± ¡°Ever spot a land-person able to do that?¡± ¡°It''s impossible!¡± ¡°No it''s not. You''ve got the range, woman. That means your hearing is well into the ultrasound frequencies. It might not be conscious, but you''ve probably been using your ears to help you catch things for years. It''s part of what makes us Mer apex predators. Your hands were reacting every time I brought the bottle near, by the way.¡± ¡°How? How can I be this Mer after so many generations?¡± ¡°Why not? It''s always been true that Mer genes are dominant. Be interesting to see if your father can do this.¡± ¡°Dad can''t hear thoughts.¡± ¡°No, well, everyone knows that sometimes skips a generation or two. I presume you''re feeling like a real mermaid now? Shall we tell Boris?¡± ¡°He might not think that''s a good thing. Have you heard Boris'' rant about mermaids abusing their knives?¡± ¡°Only about five times.¡± ¡°So... why do you whittle steel with your knife?¡± ¡°Because whittling steel impresses people and so prevents fights, I''m not ever going to be a surgeon, and I''m not convinced that having a knife that will cut the finger-tip off some child who accidentally touches the business end is actually that good a thing.¡± ¡°Ah. So there is a good reason,¡± Hathie said. ¡°I think so.¡± Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 1: School trip Cross-cultural Effects

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 1:School trip

Message to Thomas White, Mars, Saturday, 15th December Hey, Thomas? Any last minute advice? We''re leaving for Atlantis on Monday. Love, Elsie.
Message to Elsie White, Jersey, Monsol 15th December Hi Elsie, 1. Don''t question anyone''s honour, or try to get anyone to break an oath. 2. Don''t test anyone''s knife (assuming you like your fingertips) 3. Do take loads of pictures. 4. Say ''Hi'' to Sathie from me and Ursula. 5. Try some cucumber drink if offered, just don''t watch it being prepared. 6. If anyone offers you a foul tasting drink called ¡°potion¡± you''re ultra-ultra fortunate, and you should accept it. Even if it will make you ill for a few hours. Ursula also says you can tell Sathie that the underground pool is finished, and that the transparent tower problem has been partially solved with wall-paper and rugs. Thomas.
Message to Thomas White, Mars, Sunday, 16th December Hi Thomas, what''s potion do that''s worth being sick, then? Elsie.
Message to Elsie White, Jersey, Tuesol 16th December Hi Elsie, I shouldn''t have mentioned it. It was a big no-no, and Ursula''s really upset with me that I did. Please don''t mention it to anyone. Thomas.
Message to Thomas White, Mars, Sunday, 16th December Thomas, how upset? I didn''t tell anyone. Messages deleted. Elsie
Message to Elsie White, Jersey, Tuesol 16th December By mentioning it to you, I broke a promise. That upset. Thomas.
Embassy of Atlantis, Tuesol, 16th December ¡°Ursula,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Talk to me, what was your row with Thomas about?¡± ¡°I''m an idiot,¡± Ursula said. ¡°He called you an idiot?¡± ¡°No. I called me an idiot. He''s a land-man, a shark, you can''t trust them.¡± ¡°Hey, I''m engaged to one, if you remember.¡± ¡°Maybe you got a good one. I hope you did, I didn''t. I got a shark.¡± ¡°Ursula? What are you saying?¡± ¡°That I''m an idiot! No, worse. A shark or sharkfood.¡± ¡°Should I call for a doctor?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Ursula, Martian law is not quite like Atlantis law, but if he attacked you...¡± ¡°No! No, not that. He broke no oath, but he made me into an oath-breaker.¡± After Ursula had wept for a few more minutes, Ruth asked, ¡°What oath, Ursula?¡± ¡°To protect the secrets of the deep. But I told him, because he''d promised not to tell, and then he told Elsie.¡± More broken sobs wracked Ursula''s body. ¡°And then he tried to excuse himself, just like a shark.¡± ¡°I do not think you are shark, Ursula, or that God will hold you guilty if Thomas misled you so.¡± ¡°But it is worse than that.¡± ¡°Worse?¡± ¡°I''m an idiot.¡± ¡°How is it worse, Ursula?¡± Between sobs, Ursula explained: ¡°I''ve been t-trying to write to him, t-tell him what he''s done, to never speak to me again. I c-can''t. I still l-love him, I want to forgive him, but how can I forgive that?¡± ¡°Can I call my mother, Ursula?¡±
Message to Thomas White, Mars University, Wedsol 17th December, Mr White, What do you think you''ve done? Ruth Mars-speaker Ambassador of the Mer
Clifftop near St Brelade, Jersey, 11.00 A.M. Monday 17th December It was almost the shortest day of the year, and it was a long way from the Western end of the English Channel to Atlantis. Also, there was said to be a big storm brewing. The youngsters were chatting excitedly about their big adventure, while the parents looked at the waves crashing in from the Atlantic and wondered aloud whether the Mer would really be able to take their children safely aboard from the little jetty at St Brelade''s, according to the plan. The jetty was just round the corner from the promontory where they''d gathered, maybe twenty minute''s walk away. But if the seas were too big, wouldn''t it be better to use the real harbor at St Aubin, the other side of the bay? Another parent suggested they might need to just admit defeat, and use the big harbour at St Helier. In other words, said another would they be spending half the day chasing from one end of the island to the other, trying to find out where this strange vessel was docking, not to mention negotiating harbour fees? ¡°I thought I saw something. Do you see anything?¡± one mother asked for the umpteenth time. ¡°No. Oh! What''s that?¡± A bright flash seemed to come from the water, around the headland, then another, longer one. ¡°A-N-Y-O-N-E W-A-N-T A S-W-I-M.¡± One of the fathers read the dots and dashes, ¡°OK, so they''ve got a sense of humour and know Morse code. I assume they''re joking about the swim, anyway.¡± ¡°Now I know why I was told to bring a powerful torch,¡± Elsie''s teacher said. ¡°I don''t suppose you could signal some suitable reply, could you?¡± ¡°What like?¡± he asked. ¡°What about ''No thanks, enjoying the sun too much''?¡± The sky was slate grey. ¡°That''ll take a while, my Morse is really rusty.¡± ¡°How about ''no'' then?¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± he replied. ¡°Mrs De Gruchy?¡± Elise said, ¡°I''ve just had a message saying that they''ve slowed down to forty knots now, but they expect they''ll still be at the quay before us.¡± ¡°Slowed down to forty knots, eh?¡± the Morse code expert said, ¡°What''s their top speed, then?¡± ¡°I urm, think that''s a secret,¡± Elsie said, ¡°But I did get a message a couple of hours ago saying the water off the Canary Islands was lovely and warm.¡± ¡°Oh, well, I''m all in favour of a swim off the Canary Islands!¡± Elsie''s classmate Tina said ¡°That is a very different suggestion!¡± ¡°I hope you''ve all got your passports!¡± Mrs De Gruchy called. ¡°Everyone down to the quay!¡±
St Brelade''s jetty, Jersey, 11.30 A.M. Monday 17th December The submarine, which was about as long as two buses, was floating in the water a little distance from the jetty when Elise first saw it, and she noticed immediately how steady it seemed, although it wasn''t totally stable. She also noticed how the waves around the submarine looked distinctly odd. She wasn''t the only one to notice it. ¡°What''s up with the sea?¡± Tina asked. ¡°My guess is we''re about to walk across a forcefield.¡± ¡°But... forcefields are more slippery than ice!¡± Tina protested. ¡°Not the sort the Mer use,¡± Elsie replied. ¡°I thought there was only one sort,¡± Tina said. ¡°Not according to my brother.¡± Then seeing a familiar mermaid leaping out of the water, Elsie waved and called out, ¡°Zelda!¡± ¡°Hi!¡± Zelda came alongside the jetty, and said ¡°Nice waves you''ve got here, shame about the water temperature!¡± ¡°Aren''t you freezing?¡± Elsie asked. ¡°Naah. It''s a bit chilly, but I''m basically wearing a wetsuit. Freezing is what you get off the coast of Greenland.¡± ¡°Urm, yes. Not to mention icebergs.¡± ¡°Yeah, they''re fun to play with, too.¡± With that, Zelda, dived underwater, gave a few powerful strokes of her tail and leapt out of the water onto the forcefield surrounding the submarine. She landed on the slightly springy surface in a forward roll and then stood up. ¡°Now,¡± Zelda said, addressing the school-children lining the quay, ¡°will the young males among you please keep your thoughts under control, I heard that. Yes, I meant you, you cannot make those sorts of decisions about people and assume they won''t be heard, and you''re going to get in trouble if you do. My name is Zelda. We do not normally use surnames, so I am not Miss anything or Mrs anything, I''m Zelda. I got out of the water that way because the other way involves hauling myself out like some kind of long-armed seal, and that''s just humiliating, if you ask me. I am not the owner of this submarine, but you may think of me as the captain. Like all Mer ships, it is classed as a military vessel. That means if anyone tries to take control of it away from me I am under oath to use deadly force if necessary to stop that. If I perceive that my best efforts will not be sufficient to stop a hijacking, then I am under oath to trigger the self-destruct, and I will do that. If the self destruct is triggered, that will be the equivalent of a small thermonuclear detonation. We''ll all die. I tell you this as a warning, just in case any of you kids think that it might be fun to pull any stunts, or try to take my knife, or anything like that. Just, don''t, OK? ¡°Talking about my knife, the blade is sharper than most surgeon''s scalpels. You probably won''t feel it cutting your fingers to the bone if you test the blade, and medical facilities on Atlantis do not include anything like regrowth treatment or even plastic surgery. So, if you''re stupid, expect scars. And that includes making stupid decisions near thought-hearers. Yes, you. Frankly, if that''s going to be your attitude, then stay home. Those thoughts will get you labeled as a shark and I hope you''ve read what happens to sharks. Yes, to the parent who just decided I''m trying to make sure everyone behaves, that''s exactly what I''m doing. Failure to behave will not get you a few hours of extra homework or sent to the head''s office. Eighty percent of girls, maids and women your age and older carry a blow-pipe and three types of darts. Type one means you get temporarily paralysed, type two means you experience intense pain, about on a par with a sea-urchin sting, except worse and faster-acting. Type three darts have no antidote I''m aware of and will kill you. Threaten someone and you should expect to be darted or sliced open with a knife. Rob someone and you will be required to repay twice the value of what you steal, and have the word thief tattooed on you. Your parents have acknowledged that our laws are not your laws, and that if you act like a shark we will deal with you like a shark. You should not make a promise you cannot keep, you should not ask about things you know are secrets, you should not question anyone''s word. Do you understand?¡± ¡°Yes, Zelda.¡± the group of children said. ¡°Good, in that case, I hope you''ll have a wonderful time, or decide it''s safer to stay on land. Now... before we go, does anyone have any allergies to fish or shell-fish? Good. Right, there is no schedule beyond getting to Atlantis before dinner time and eating lunch on the way, but there are consequences, so if someone has forgotten something, we can wait, but it means other things might not happen. Important things first, does everyone have a swimming costume and a towel with them? Wonderful! What about more boring things like passports, medicines, things like that? There was a hasty checking of rucksacks. No one admitted to missing anything. ¡°OK, now we get to turn parents green with envy and make a decision which way we go to Atlantis. Option one is to go for a swim and a beach-barbecue on a nice little island I know in the Canaries. The water isn''t going to be that warm, about twenty, which is a bit warmer than you get here in the summer, I think. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. Option two, we could go via the Azores. The water''s cooler, but there''s a really beautiful deep water coral reef if we go that way.¡± ¡°Might there be sharks?¡± one of the girls asked. ¡°It''s possible, but they''re not very tasty, so probably not.¡± ¡°Urm, I meant trying to eat us.¡± ¡°Ah, well, that''s why I''m not the only warrior on board.¡± she played a long, high-pitched whistle on her pipe. Shortly after, one red-haired mermaid stuck her head up out of the submarine, and Elsie saw a blonde mermaid swimming towards Zelda with a spear in her hand, and some kind of bag on her shoulder. ¡°Are we going already, Zel?¡± the blonde asked. ¡°Not yet Rosa, but I thought it was time to introduce you. Passengers, meet Bianca and Rosa. They''re twins. Rosa has blonde hair and Bianca has red hair. Where''s Sathzakara, Rosa?¡± ¡°Playing dangerous games. She''s spotted a nice big electric ray.¡± ¡°Hmm. Tasty, but you''d better go give her back-up. Come to think of it, I''d better give you back-up too.¡± then, seeing Elsie''s reaction, Zelda added, ¡°Elsie, it''s a different Sathie, in case you''re wondering. Bianca, show them how to get on board, can you?¡± ¡°Pair of wired spears, Zel, Rosa?¡± Bianca asked. ¡°Please.¡± they both said. Bianca threw a bundle to each of them, and then told the passengers, ¡°While Rosa and the others catch lunch, please feel free to get on board. There''s a forcefield almost all the way to the jetty, with a bit of a lip to stop water getting on top of it. If you''re feeling brave you can just jump down, but that takes getting used to, otherwise, you''ll need to go four steps down the ladder, so you''re on the step above the lowest rung of the ladder that doesn''t get wet, and step out onto it. You can probably see where it is from the waves.¡± ¡°How far from the ladder is it?¡± Mrs De Gruchy asked. ¡°About ten centimetres. Hold on, I''ll come and stand at the edge.¡± Elsie was a little surprised to see that Bianca wasn''t wearing scales, but a skirt that seemed to be made of a deep red velvet. She tentatively decided she''d like to know why she wasn''t in scales if that wasn''t rude. Bianca smiled brightly as she walked above the water on the invisible forcefield, ¡°Very politely thought! The reason I''m not wearing scale is that I knew I''d be staying on board, and I''d much rather change than sit around in damp scale all day long.¡± She stopped beside the foot of the ladder and said, ¡°OK, my toes are now just touching the lip of the forcefield. Which isn''t slippery, but is a bit flexible. It''s not as bad as a bouncy castle though. Oh, in case anyone''s wondering, the submarine has three small shower-rooms, four toilets, a kitchen area quite big enough to feed us all, and lots of cold-storage for fish.¡± ¡°And we can really just jump down?¡± one of the boys asked. ¡°If you''d normally jump down more than half a metre onto an invisible totally non-slip surface, feel free. Just bear in mind that if you land badly and need to go to hospital, you don''t go to Atlantis.¡± Elsie noticed that no one decided to jump.
Your Excellency, Over the weekend, my beloved Ursula told me a certain secret which causes nausea. I promised I wouldn''t tell, and fully meant to keep that promise. On Monsol, my sister wrote, asking for last minute advice for her trip to Atlantis. I wrote a number of points, and added that if anyone offered her this thing, which I unthinkingly named, it was not something to be refused, as it would be a wondrous gift, well worth being ill for a few hours. I did not describe its properties except the illness and the foul taste. I did not think, when I wrote that, that I was breaking my promise, but I now realise I probably did, and Ursula is rightly upset with me. I would whole-heartedly like to beg her forgiveness (and also yours for repaying your welcome so poorly), but Ursula is not answering my calls. I cast myself on your mercy for what I''ve unthinkingly done, and hope you will not judge me too harshly, and pray you might intervene to bring reconciliation. If I have caused any trouble for Ursula, I beg that you hold her innocent and me guilty. I accept full responsibility not only for my telling Elsie, but for also for Ursula telling me the secret, as she spoke of a secret she''d tell me sometime and rather than accepting that, I urged her to be open with me, promising I''d not pass it on. Thomas White P.S. Elsie has deleted the offending message and did not pass on its content.
Small island in the Canaries, Monday, 17th December, 5pm ¡°Right, as you see, we''ve surfaced near some islands. They''re called the Canaries.¡± Zelda said. ¡°And for whoever''s just muttered ''finally'', I''d like to point out that we''ve just come more than a thousand nautical miles, and most of your ships would take more than twenty-four hours to get here. We have a treaty with the government here that as long as people on our submarines stay below the high tide line, then we don''t need to show anyone a passport. So, since Mer always keep to their treaties, and the guy you''ll need to show a passport to is about two hour''s walk away, assuming you don''t get lost, everyone stays on the submarine or well below the high tide line, OK? Otherwise you''re going to walk to the other side of the island, interrupt the customs guy''s evening with his girlfriend, and get your passport stamped. At that point it''ll be quite late so you''d better book yourself into a hotel for the night, and someone will meet you back here in the morning, check you''ve got the stamp and take you to Atlantis.¡± ¡°Urm, what happens if we''re playing frisbee and it crosses the line?¡± a boy asked. ¡°What''s more important to you?¡± Bianca asked ¡°Taking your frisbee home, or getting to Atlantis tonight? If you step over the high tide line you will not be getting back on this submarine today.¡± ¡°You do not ask a Mer to break an oath or a treaty, Sean,¡± Elsie told the boy, ¡°or you''ll make yourself a dangerous shark.¡± ¡°Yes, Sean.¡± Mrs De Gruchy said, ¡°we studied this, remember? If you throw a frisbee over the line it stays there. Except of course that''d be littering. So how about we do what we came here to do: swim and enjoy barbecued catch of the day, and don''t play frisbee?¡± ¡°Why have you got a frisbee, anyway?¡± Tina asked Sean. ¡°I haven''t, I was just asking.¡± Sean said, red-faced, ¡°I thought someone might.¡± There were groans throughout the submarine. ¡°Does anyone have any genuine questions?¡± ¡°Do we need to swim?¡± one girl with long hair asked. ¡°No,¡± Bianca said, ¡°But if I remember rightly you''ll be to wading up to your waist to get to the beach.¡± ¡°I expect Sean would be only too happy to carry you, Mia,¡± Tina suggested. It was common knowledge in the class that he''d been persistently trying to summon up the courage to ask her out for most of the last term, and that Mia had carefully avoided giving him any opportunities to speak to her alone. Sean turned bright red, while Mia looked annoyed and said ¡°I''ll swim.¡± ¡°Tina, that wasn''t nice,¡± Elise chided quietly. ¡°She won''t even let him ask her out,¡± Tina whispered back. ¡°He could go knock on her front door, or something,¡± Elsie pointed out. ¡°Have you seen her dog?¡± Tina asked, ¡°Not to mention her big brother?¡± ¡°Neither give me any trouble.¡±
Small island in the Canaries, Monday, 17th December, 5.30pm ¡°Ow!¡± Mia said, lifting her right foot to examine it. ¡°Was that glass or a shell?¡± They''d been standing with the waves tickling their toes, enjoying the warmth of the sun, and the tasty fish. ¡°Might be neither,¡± Sean said, who''d been nearby, hoping against hope that he''d finally be able to talk to her some time. But since that was so unlikely, he''d also been following a shrimp as it made its way through the water. He''d noticed a small fish swim away from her direction, just as she said ''ow''. ¡°Is it getting worse?¡± ¡°It''s just a scratch.¡± she said, annoyed. ¡°That''s good, I thought that might have been a weever.¡± She waved him away, and went back to talking to her friend. A couple of minutes later, she called Sean. ¡°OK, Sean, what is a weever? And if what I felt was one, does that explain why my foot''s starting to hurt more?¡± ¡°Weever fish, hides in the sand, with venom spines on its back. It gives you a scratch which turns into pain worse than a wasp sting. You need to put your foot in really really hot water, as hot as you can stand,¡± he babbled. Renata, Mia''s friend, went pale, and ran towards the adults to get help. They were by fire, maybe three hundred meters away. Sean called at the top of his voice, ¡°Mrs De Gruchy! I think Mia''s had a sting from a weever. I saw what might have been one.¡± ¡°Hot water!¡± Mrs De Gruchy called back, pointing past them towards the submarine. ¡°I know!¡± Sean shouted back. ¡°It really hurts!¡± Mia said, going pale. ¡°Mia, can you walk back to the sub?¡± Sean asked, ¡°There''s hot water in the showers. We need to get your foot hot.¡± She tried a step and whimpered at the pain. ¡°Will you let me carry you?¡± Sean said. Holding back the tears, she nodded. On the way to the submarine, Sean grimaced, and hoped the scratch he''d just felt wasn''t what he thought it might be. Mia didn''t notice. ¡°Can you sit onto the forcefield?¡± he asked as they got there. ¡°Yes,¡± she said, letting go of his neck and lying back on the supportive but inanimate and unfeeling surface. It felt safer, less threatening. It wasn''t about to declare its love for her. Why had it had to be Sean of all people to be there? Why couldn''t Renata have stayed to help herself? ¡°Come on, Mia, let''s hurry,¡± Sean urged, helping her to stand, and picking her up again, despite the protests from his increasingly painful foot. ¡°Ladder?¡± she asked. They had to get up the ladder of the submarine. ¡°We''ll manage.¡± He promised, wondering how. By the time they''d got there, he''d worked it out. He just hoped his foot would still be working. ¡°OK, Mia. Can you put your good foot on this rung here, so you take some of the weight? I think between us, with your good foot and my getting worse foot we can make it.¡± ¡°Your foot?¡± she asked, still trying hard not to sob in agony and self-pity. ¡°One got me on the way here, so, yeah, faster is better.¡± It wasn''t easy, for either of them. She had to help lift her weight with one hand and her good leg, while still holding on to him, and he had to hold her weight and his own as she adjusted that good leg. Then she helped support him as he tried to put as little weight on his sore foot as he could. Eventually, they managed to get to the submarine''s hatch, and they''d actually got into a good rhythm by the end. ¡°This is one of those teamwork things,¡± Mia said as they helped each other hobble down the stairs to the inner door, ¡°only with more pain.¡± ¡°Yeah. Not such a bad team though, are we? We need a bucket or a big bowl.¡± ¡°So, check the kitchen?¡± ¡°I guess so.¡± ¡°How long is it going to take?¡± Mia asked. ¡°We put our feet in really hot water, as hot as we can stand, then it should be all better by the time the water''s got chilly. It was last time, anyway.¡± ¡°Last time?¡± ¡°One got me a couple of years ago. The heat breaks down the venom, otherwise we''ll get all sorts of bad effects, swelling, and stuff like that.¡± ¡°I hope the water''s hot enough.¡± ¡°Me too, but there''s always the cooker.¡± ¡°Any idea how it works?¡± she said, looking at the unfamiliar controls. ¡°No, but let''s just try the shower. Ha! One big bowl.¡± There didn''t seem to be another one. They hobbled to the shower turned it to fairly hot, and put their wounded feet in the bowl. ¡°Mia and Sean, caught hugging each other. And in a shower, no less,¡± Mia said, but she didn''t pull away from him as they slid their backs down the wall to a sitting position. Knowing that he''d kept on helping her when he''d been in the same pain had snapped her out of her self pity. It wasn''t that she disliked Sean, after all. They heard footsteps on the ladder, and soon afterwards Bianca arrived. Seeing Mia''s foot was in a bowl of hot water she said, ¡°Well done, looks like you know what to do. Keep the water as hot as you can bear. Is this some kind of solidarity thing, or did one get you too, Sean?¡± ¡°One got me too, on the way here.¡± ¡°Well, company when you''re in misery is said to help. I''ll warn the others though, there must be lots about if you both got stung. It might be best people swim rather than walk.¡± ¡°Unless you''ve got a lot more bowls somewhere,¡± Mia said. ¡°No, that''s the biggest as far as I know. Are you two OK if I go off and raise the alert?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Mia said, ¡°We''re fine.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Sean agreed. After Bianca had left, Sean said ¡°Mia, this isn''t really the best time to ask...¡± ¡°No? You''ve got a captive audience.¡± Mia said. ¡°I would really like to go out with you.¡± ¡°I know,¡± she said, ¡°thank you for being a hero, Sean.¡± Then to his shock she rested her head on his shoulder. ¡°I''m not the heroine type. I''m amazed I haven''t fainted; I know I do at the dentist''s. But you kept on going, kept on carrying me, not letting me go or giving up. Thank you. But fifteen is too young for serious romance. That''s what they say at Church, and I agree. Better not to get involved.¡± ¡°I didn''t know you go to Church,¡± he said. ¡°Do you?¡± Mia asked. ¡°Sometimes.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Mia asked. ¡°Why do I go, or why only sometimes? I go because God''s good, I don''t because I''m bad, and the sermons are just so boring.¡± ¡°Do you go to a youth group?¡± ¡°I hear some churches have one. Ours doesn''t.¡± ¡°Mine does,¡± Mia said. ¡°Is that... an invitation?¡± ¡°It''s a compromise.¡± ¡°I don''t understand.¡± ¡°I''m not going to go out with you Sean. If by that you mean ice-creams and cinemas and dances. But I wouldn''t mind you walking me there and home again.¡± ¡°And sitting together?¡± ¡°That would sort of be normal if we walk there hand in hand.¡± ¡°And we would be?¡± ¡°Depends. Should this water be hotter?¡± ¡°Probably. I can bear hotter.¡± He adjusted the shower temperature. And then she put her head back on his shoulder. ¡°I''m just doing this in case I faint, you understand,¡± Mia said. ¡°Oh. Not because you like me then.¡± ¡°There isn''t going to be romance, or hand holding, until I know more about what you think of God. I''m not a very good Christian, but I am one.¡± ¡°I used to go to Sunday school. Asked Jesus into my life when I was eleven. But the Sunday school there isn''t for high-schoolers. I got too old, and.... I back-slid, I guess. When I''m right with God, I think things like I''d love to go to a youth group, but don''t know which was a good one.¡± ¡°And you wanted to go out with me even without knowing if I''m a Christian?¡± ¡°I hoped you were. I know Elsie is, and you seemed to spend a lot of time with her.¡± ¡°But you didn''t ask Elsie about youth groups?¡± ¡°No. Too scary.¡± ¡°Elsie''s scary?¡± ¡°Talking to girls is scary.¡± ¡°You''re talking to me.¡± ¡°After a year and three months of not having the courage to.¡± ¡°A year and three months?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± He blushed. ¡°Wait... since that trust game?¡± They''d been on the same team, and he''d had to carry her while he was blind-folded, with her giving directions. They''d won the race, and he hadn''t hit his shins on any of the obstacles. ¡°Yes. And when I got the frisbee.¡± ¡°Is that why you asked about the frisbee?¡± ¡°Urm, yeah.¡± ¡°What''s your favourite Christian song?¡± ¡°You really want to know?¡± ¡°Go on.¡± ¡°I don''t know if it''s my favourite one, but for some reason, when I see you, I start thinking of a Sunday School song.¡± ¡°Which one?¡± ¡°The first verse is ''You can be happy, and I can be happy and that''s the way it should be.''¡± ¡°Doesn''t it starts with the chorus?¡± Mia asked, ¡°God loves you and...¡± She caught herself. ¡°''and I love you and that''s the way it should be.'' I know. And I know why you stopped. It means something different now to what it used to mean, doesn''t it? Mia, can we pray? About our feet, I mean? And that I''ll be able to stop the whole backsliding cycle thing, and not just because of finding out you are a Christian?¡±
Below the Atlantic, 6.30pm ¡°How''s the foot, Mia?¡± Bianca asked. ¡°Not hurting any more, praise God. But I''m worried about Sean''s. I think he''s got a spine in his toe.¡± ¡°I''ll get some tweezers then.¡± ¡°I tried with my finger nails,¡± Mia admitted. ¡°No good?¡± ¡°I think I might have pushed it deeper.¡± ¡°I don''t think you did, Mia,¡± Sean objected. ¡°I''ll get a magnifying glass too.¡± Bianca said ¡°Mia, you''re not going to be breaking any dress code or anything, but if your foot''s OK, I wonder if you''d like to get changed before we arrive in Atlantis.¡± ¡°Oh, are we nearly there?¡± ¡°About fifteen minutes before it comes in sight.¡± ¡°Thanks, I''ll get changed.¡±
Below the Atlantic, 6.40pm ¡°Mia?¡± Elsie asked, ¡°Are you OK? Have a seat.¡± ¡°Yes, thanks. Sean knew just what to do. He''s going to come to youth group.¡± ¡°Oh? Is that what you''ve been talking about? Telling him the gospel?¡± ¡°He''s a Christian, just there''s nothing at his church for our age, you know? Not good for his walk with God, and he was too scared to ask you about youth groups. He didn''t know I was a Christan either, which is sad.¡± Sean came along the gangway at that point, dressed, but limping a bit. ¡°How''s your toe?¡± Mia asked. ¡°Numb. Bianca put some anesthetic on it because she had to cut out the spine.¡± ¡°I''m sorry!¡± ¡°It''s not your fault, Mia. It was quite deep. Bianca and me think you got part of it out, but the tip had broken off from my walking on it. How''s your foot?¡± ¡°My foot is fine,¡± Mia said. ¡°Is there another problem?¡± ¡°Yes. Shuffle along a bit, can you, Elsie? I''ve got a bad conscience. Sean, sit.¡± ¡°Urm, OK.¡± ¡°Now, you know how I''ve been avoiding you the last term?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Just to urm... set the record straight, it wasn''t because I didn''t like you. It was because I did but thought you weren''t a Christian,¡± Mia said. Then she was quiet, but Sean sensed she wasn''t finished. He was right. ¡°I thought it would be much easier to avoid temptation if you didn''t ask me out.¡± ¡°You did fairly well when I did,¡± Sean said. ¡°I think I''ll give myself four out of ten. I mean, right from the start I didn''t think of praying until you suggested it.¡± ¡°I''m really sorry about your foot, Mia,¡± Sean said. ¡°It''s not your fault.¡± ¡°It might be. I prayed that I''d have a chance to talk to you this trip, especially if you were a Christian.¡± ¡°And even if I wasn''t?¡± ¡°Yeah, well, I was sort of hoping that I''d at least find out, and if you weren''t I''d sort of hoped I''d be able to convince you.¡± ¡°That''s the wrong way round.¡± ¡°Yeah, I know. I think I only get one out of ten,¡± Sean saw something out of the window, and exclaimed ¡°Oh wow! Look! We''re here.¡± Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 2: Oath-breakers

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 2:Oath-breakers

Atlantis, Tuesday 18th December 2277, 8.30am ¡°Why are there all these blue flags and streamers?¡± Elsie asked. ¡°Because prejudice is a bad thing,¡± Zelda replied, ¡°and the outer Mer are reminding us how many of them there are, and what a disaster it would be if we let it grow.¡± ¡°Oh! Right, yes. Thomas has written about Hathellah. And of course I sort of met Ursula, too.¡± ¡°Can you explain it to us then, Elsie?¡± Tina asked. Elsie looked to Zelda, but she motioned her to go ahead. ¡°I can always correct you if you get it wrong.¡± ¡°Urm, OK. There are two races of Mer, Inner Mer and Outer Mer. Outer Mer don''t have webbed feet, and there''s not as many of them. About three thousand years ago, Hathellah, the ruler of the Outer Mer decided to step down. She let the Council of Unity, as it was then called, rule her people without her having to rubber stamp everything, leaving her more time to do important things, but she reserved the right to pick up her crown again whenever she wanted to. And Hathellah still can, except she''d have to come to Atlantis from Mars to do so, is that right, Zelda?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Hold on...¡± Tina said, ¡°You''re not going to tell us there''s a three thousand year-old on Mars, are you?¡± ¡°What? Of course not,¡± Elsie said. ¡°Hathellah''s about twenty two or three, I think. It''s an inherited title.¡± ¡°To be precise,¡± Zelda said, ¡°she''s Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah, great-granddaughter of Hathellah, granddaughter of Hathellah, great-granddaughter of Hathellah the elder whose granddaughter Hathellah the younger died in childbirth while her brother walked on land, and no one in Atlantis knew he knew, or that his grandmother had sent him instructions to name his firstborn daughter Hathellah. So everyone thought Hathellah no longer lived. Until our ambassador on Mars heard the name of her boyfriend''s sister, that is. And all these blue flags mean that there are a lot of Outer Mer around, and although most of them probably got called nasty names at school, hopefully it got stamped on by the teacher and they''re not feeling oppressed and robbed of justice. If they were, they''d hang a red flag.¡± ¡°And what does a green one mean?¡± Tina asked. ¡°A green one? Where?¡± Zelda asked. ¡°Over there, down that alley.¡± ¡°Hopefully, that someone''s colour-blind.¡± Zelda said, ¡°That''s not a colour any sane Mer would fly.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, Thursol, 18th, 8.30am ¡°Hi, Alice, It''s Ruth here.¡± ¡°Hi, Ruth. Is that thing between Thomas and Ursula anywhere near being sorted out?¡± ¡°Has he talked to you about it then?¡± ¡°To Simon. He said he''d been a total idiot and broken a promise he''d made to her hardly two days earlier. Simon said Thomas wouldn''t say any more.¡± ¡°Good for him for learning discretion eventually then.¡± ¡°I do admit a small ocean worth of curiosity.¡± ¡°Yes well, certain people know too many secrets.¡± ¡°What Simon also said was that Thomas decided there was no way that he''d tell Simon or anyone else about the potion.¡± ¡°Good decision to make, but he was a bit of an idiot to make it near anyone though, wasn''t he?¡± ¡°He was indeed.¡± ¡°Basically that''s his offence: blabbing about what''s roughly speaking an official secret, told him in confidence.¡± ¡°So, it''s not just that he broke a promise, he''s also made trouble for Ursula?¡± ¡°Yes. I don''t know if he realises how much, though.¡± ¡°You mean he thinks all he''s done is broken her trust in him, whereas she''s got that to deal with plus expects the full force of the law to land on her?¡± ¡°Except that he''s now written to me asking me to hold him guilty instead of her. Would you and Simon be willing to act as a witnesses to him swearing an oath to that effect?¡± ¡°Urm, OK. What sort of punishment are we talking about?¡± ¡°Ursula took an oath to protect that secret.¡± ¡°And he broke it for her? And now he''s taken that guilt himself?¡± ¡°That''s why I''d like an oath to that effect. Ursula has to accept that, but at the moment she''s on an extended miserable guilt-trip and not really listening to anyone.¡± ¡°When do you want us all there?¡± ¡°Whenever convenient. But our supply of handkerchiefs is getting low.¡±
Karella''s office, Atlantis. 10 am ¡°A green flag?¡± Karella asked. ¡°Yes, your majesty.¡± Zelda said, ¡°Down a side alley in the old quarter, it''s flying on a pole, but not very obvious. Hopefully it''s just that someone''s colour-blind.¡± ¡°I hope so.¡± ¡°But... it wasn''t a deep green, it was a pale green, like old copper.¡± ¡°The ancient battle standard of the Inner Mer?¡± ¡°Yes, your majesty.¡± ¡°You have done well, Zelda. If someone thus declares themselves a shark, they are dangerous indeed.¡± Karella closed her eyes and looked for people in Atlantis who had knowingly hung that symbol of ethnic division and war. There were five dots, quite close together, in the old quarter. ¡°We have sharks among us, Zelda. Keep your charges away from the old quarter, even better, take them to explore Atlantis-2. I must talk to the council.¡±
High Council of Atlantis, 11.00am ¡°Today, I heard shocking news, council members,¡± Karella said, ¡°I have checked, and it is not mere colour-blindness. The battle-standard of the Inner Mer was seen flying in our city.¡± ¡°Who would do such a thing?¡± one councilor asked. ¡°Five, though perhaps more, as I did not look closely at any spots, would do such a thing. All were in the old quarter, in different homes but quite close together.¡± ¡°Should we send warriors? If they fly that flag, what do they load their blowpipes with?¡± ¡°Or if they are hunters, do they lay traps and snares?¡± ¡°All things are possible, councilors,¡± Karella said sadly. ¡°All? Do they also return to the Baals and Molech?¡± Karella checked, and with relief reported, ¡°No. They do not bow to our ancient idols; they have no stooped so low. They only defy the rule of the High Council of Unity of all Merfolk, they do not defy the third great oath.¡± ¡°But they are breakers of the first great oath,¡± one councilor said. ¡°They may be ignorant,¡± another said, ¡°I''ve noticed that the song does not have the full wording of the oath in it. Perhaps they break the oath unknowingly, or are playing lawyer''s games and think that displaying it is not the same as raising it.¡± ¡°Your majesty,¡± the elder of the council said, ¡°the breaking of a great oath affects the whole city, but this is a matter for the High Council of Unity to enforce. We will send criers, but will you please address all Mer able to hear in the old quarter, and tell them of that oath. Tell them the first great oath has been broken, and demand that they tell their friends and neighbours of it. If those who make all shark or sharkfood will not go peacefully to the sea, the sea must come to them, before sun-down.¡± ¡°I will, elder.¡± Karella said, and with a heavy heart, called to all thought hearers in that area. [Merfolk of the old quarter. The High Council of Atlantis, which is of course also the High Council of Unity of all Merfolk warns of impending judgement. Beware, and again I say beware for a great oath has been broken. The first great oath has been broken in your midst. The first great oath was sworn by all Inner Mer, at the end of the battle of the Sharks. They swore that never again would the battle standard of the Inner Mer be flown by them or any other Mer, never again would Mer fight Mer, for we are one people. But the vile green flag of division and warfare has been seen, and it was not flown by accident. Let the oathbreakers who make everyone shark or sharkfood come before the Council in repentance, or leave our fair city. Tell your neighbours and relatives and friends and enemies that a great oath has been broken. Let all in the old quarter hear before the hour is out. The council will act before sun-down. Those who defy the call of the Council of Unity of all Merfolk to repent write their own sentence. They who do not repent are not Mer, they are shark or shark food, and if they will not go to the sea, the sea will come to them. Archivists, seal the archives well, for it would be better that the old quarter be open to the sea than all be made shark and sharkfood.]
Embassy of Atlantis, Thursol, 18th December, 12.30pm Ursula heard the chime that marked the outer gate being opened, and saw Alice and Simon arriving, and was shocked to see Thomas with them. He looked serious, but calm, and... determined? She wasn''t sure. In any case, it was not how he should be looking. He should have been as miserable as she was. Her own feelings of misery were suddenly overcome by anger. ¡°What''s that shark doing here?¡± she asked Pania. ¡°Taking an oath, at my invitation,¡± Ruth replied, ¡°do not bring dishonour on our people. If you cannot be civil, stay silent.¡± ¡°I''ll go to my room.¡± Ursula said. ¡°No, you will not,¡± Ruth said firmly. ¡°But...¡± Ursula started to object. ¡°You will stay, you will listen, and if you try to interrupt or move away, Pania will dart you.¡± ¡°I will?¡± Pania asked, surprised. ¡°You will. I didn''t call Alice and Simon as witnesses to this man giving an oath just for the most important witness to decide she didn''t want to listen.¡± Ursula was just trying to work out why she might be the most important witness when the airlock finished its cycle and let them inside. Thomas immediately fixed his attention on her, and said, ¡°I swear by Almighty God that it was never my intention to cause any trouble for you Ursula, nor to break my promise to you. I also swear that any punishment my unthinking actions might have caused to fall on you, beloved Ursula, should be mine, and call on everyone here as witnesses to my oath. Let Ursula be held guiltless, if there be any penalty for my sin, any reprimand, any labour or imprisonment or penalty, I swear before God, the guilt and punishment are mine. Ursula, please forgive me for what I''ve put you through.¡± ¡°I have heard this vow,¡± Ruth said, ¡°as we all have. Ursula?¡± Ursula''s anger had vanished as quickly as it had flared up, and in it''s place was concern at what he''d just done. Didn''t he realise? ¡°I forgive you, Thomas,¡± Ursula said. ¡°But, but, you jit! Do you know what you''ve just claimed? First you made me an oath-breaker, now you''ve claimed that on yourself!¡± ¡°I love you, Ursula, I didn''t want to make you an oath-breaker, but if that''s what I did, then I deserve what comes next, not you.¡± ¡°Did you know?¡± Ruth asked, ¡°Did you know you wrote about a secret Ursula was sworn to keep?¡± ¡°I guessed it was possible,¡± Thomas said, shrugging. ¡°It was my unthinking message that broke it, so I deserve the consequences.¡± ¡°Ursula?¡± Ruth asked, ¡°You''ve called this man a shark. Is he a shark?¡± ¡°No! No, he''s no shark.¡± She took Thomas''s hands and said ¡°No shark would swear such an oath.¡± ¡°Well, some might, but they wouldn''t get away with it in front of this many truthsayers,¡± Alice said. ¡°But I don''t want him sharkfood either,¡± Ursula said, then prayed. ¡°Dear Lord, please hold Thomas guiltless! Forgive me my self-pity and my angry words, and forgive him for what he did, like I wouldn''t let myself until now!¡± ¡°Well, I''m glad that is over,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Ursula, Pania thinks the squid seems to be either getting ready to lay eggs or is unwell. Would you please try to work out if we need to eat calamari really soon, or we should hold off until the eggs are laid.¡± ¡°Your squid might be pregnant?¡± Simon asked. ¡°Squid don''t really do pregnant, but they sure are weird,¡± Ursula said. ¡°Some males (may they fill a shark''s belly) basically impregnate any female they can, whether or not she''s old enough to lay eggs yet. When they do, they stick a sack of sperm in her for when she''s ready, maybe months later. Squidette over there''s been a captive for two and a half months, but I''m pretty sure she''s met some boys.¡± ¡°Why did Karella send you a squid?¡± Alice asked, ¡°tropical fish I can understand, but...¡± ¡°It''s a cultural thing,¡± Ruth said, evasively. ¡°You often have them in your homes?¡± Ursula burst out laughing at the thought, and said ¡°Not for long.¡± ¡°Fresh squid is a culinary thing, Alice. It''s just that when Ursula declared Squidette here female and carrying sperm-sacks, we thought... Hey, let''s not eat her quite yet, and we might have some more squid sometime.¡± ¡°You gave your meal a name?¡± ¡°She''s famous!¡± Ruth said, ¡°As far as we know she''s the first squid in space, the first squid to be on the moon and the first squid to be on Mars.¡± ¡°OK, but, urm... oh never mind, I guess it''s cultural,¡± Alice said. ¡°Do you need Simon and me any more?¡± ¡°Just a bit,¡± Ruth said, ¡°Thomas, you have now learned that the secret you spoke of to Elsie was a secret of the deep, protected by Ursula''s vow. You have accepted under oath any penalty Ursula might receive as punishment for telling it to a man who was neither her husband nor her fianc¨¦, and his subsequent hinting about it to his sister. Do you have any regrets about your oath?¡± ¡°No. Not at all.¡± ¡°Do you understand that by taking that oath you''re saying that Ursula''s life is more important to you than your own?¡± ¡°I do.¡± ¡°Do you understand that if by this process you are declared an oath-breaker you can expect no aid in times of peril from any Mer?¡± He swallowed, ¡°I do.¡± ¡°Would you like to tell me why you don''t regret your oath?¡± ¡°I love Ursula. I hope we will get engaged and be married one day.¡± ¡°But as far as you understand, is she now under any obligation to you?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°You''re wrong,¡± Ursula said, ¡°because I assumed the worst about you, and wronged you in my speech and my attitudes, but you have offered your life for mine. I am under obligation to you.¡± ¡°I don''t want you to feel that way, Ursula.¡± Thomas replied. ¡°I have spoken to the high council via Karella Far-speaker,¡± Ruth said, ¡°the evidence has been examined, and the oath has been determined to have not been broken, although it was certainly bent a little. So, no one is declared oath-breaker, and so your actual debt to Thomas is not that large, Ursula. But Ursula, a mermaid should share no secrets of the deep with her chosen landman. And landman, speak not of what this mermaid speaks to you before its time. That you hold her honour and safety so highly speaks well of you, Thomas. Ursula, that your natural inclination was to forgive speaks well of you. Thank you, Simon and Alice, for remaining to witness this judgement.¡± ¡°Thank you, Ruth.¡± Alice said, ¡°I imagine these two have some talking to do.¡± ¡°Thomas,¡± Simon said, just before the airlock closed, ¡°if you did happen to be able to tear yourself away sometime this afternoon, I believe you have the test site booked until ten A.M. Frisol morning. I''m leaving in about an hour, if you want a lift.¡± ¡°Thank you, professor. I''ll be ready.¡± After Alice and Simon had left, Ruth said, ¡°Karella also tells me the following. Princess Sathzakara Karella Christoph has been wondering how she could repay what she feels is her debt of honour to you, Thomas, concerning your travel out here. On hearing the situation before the court, she made a decision with the agreement of Queen Karella, which I am assured played only a very minor part in the decision of the council. So, last night, Elsie took a vow of secrecy. She is expected to become unwell during the last day of her visit to Atlantis, and Karella will assure the school staff that it is an illness they recognise, a reaction that many people get the first time they consume a certain food Elise wanted to try, and it only lasts a day. Further, Karella will assure them it would not be wise for Elsie to travel with the rest of her class, in case she throws up on everyone. And that since Sathie offered the cause of the illness, she''s perfectly happy to take her back to Jersey once Elsie has recovered. Thus is the debt of honour counted fully repaid.¡±
Embassy of the Restored Kingdom, Atlantis, 2pm ¡°Commander, have you heard anything?¡± the Lieutenant asked Sue Reynolds, still de-facto ambassador despite her frequent mutterings about not being in the diplomatic service. ¡°Lots. What subject?¡± ¡°I''ve seen grim faced squads of warriors in what I guess is full battle gear, and there''s a massive amount of rock being fed into extruders in the parks around the old quarter. If I didn''t know better I''d guess this city is being put under martial law or getting ready for a riot or something.¡± ¡°Worse, in some ways.¡± Sue said, ¡°They''re getting ready to let in the sea.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Some idiots living in the old quarter have broken a four thousand year old oath. The attitude seems to be if they''re determined to be sharks or shark food then they belong in the sea, and if they won''t go to the sea on their own, the Council isn''t prepared to wait, since it''s what they call a great oath: if one breaks it then everyone''s guilty unless the community acts. So far the old quarter has been force-fielded off to stop a rock-cutter damaging the dome, and as I understand it, the plan is to make it possible to flood all of the old quarter except the archives. Before sunset.¡± ¡°What about people''s homes?¡± ¡°What about everyone''s children and all those coastal cities with the antimatter bombs beside them. They''d rather flood a bit of the city and let the sharks deal with whoever is holed up there than risk them going on a rock-carving spree. You saw the reports of what happened to that harbour on the Beautiful Peninsula. That was just a warning. This is more like emergency cancer surgery.¡± ¡°So they''ve evacuated the old quarter?¡± ¡°Not yet.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°They''re not ready yet. Some people broke the oath, others knew and turned a blind eye. Either people come forward, or... I got the impression everyone there would be going for a swim, but I might be wrong.¡±
Atlantis-two park, Tuesday 18th December, 3.30pm ¡°Mr and Mrs De Gruchy, can I have a word?¡± Zelda asked. ¡°Of course, Zelda,¡± Mrs De Gruchy said. ¡°I''m very sorry, but it looks like going back to Atlantis this evening might not be a good idea. I think we''ll have to camp here.¡± Here was a hill top in the middle of Atlantis 2''s park. The eventual plan, according to Bianca, was to grass it over, as a picnic spot, but at the moment it was farily hard-packed sandy soil. ¡°You said there was some trouble.¡± ¡°Yes. Some Mer have done something unheard of in the last four thousand plus years.¡± ¡°Is it something to do with that green flag Tina saw?¡± ¡°Yes. A flag the colour of sea-splashed copper. The battle standard of the Inner Mer, a call to arms against the Outer Mer, against unity. We are a peace loving people, but... it seems not all of us. This isn''t just a case of freedom of speech, you need to understand, by flying that flag, they break a oath. An oath that said no Mer would ever again raise that standard.¡± ¡°They make themselves oath-breakers, then?¡± ¡°No. They make all oathbreakers. I can''t believe any Mer would do such a thing, it''s shocking.¡± ¡°Do you know they are?¡± Mrs De Gruchy asked. ¡°Pardon?¡± Zelda asked, surprised. ¡°There are some tourists in the city, aren''t there?¡± Mr De Gruchy added to his wife''s question. ¡°That''s a very good thought. I must pass it on,¡± and she started to stride away. Elsie had over heard the last bit and called, ¡°Zelda, wouldn''t just ringing Sathie be faster?¡± Zelda stopped in her tracks and came back shaking her head, and grinning. ¡°Some teenagers are just too familiar with technology.¡± ¡°It''s ringing,¡± Elsie said, offering her wrist. ¡°Princess? Zelda here. Could you ask your mother if she''s sure they''re not land-folk?¡± Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. ¡°That could be a very embarrassing enormous relief,¡± Sathie said. ¡°I thought so too.¡± ¡°Zelda wonders if the flags were put there by landfolk,¡± Sathie told her mother. ¡°Credit where it''s due: it was Mr and Mrs De Gruchy,¡± Zelda said. A few seconds later she heard Karella''s thoughts, [Mr and Mrs De Gruchy have just earned themselves the name Mer-friend, Zelda, unless you have any doubts?] [No, your majesty,] she thought back, and she stepped away from Elsie''s wrist unit, smiling her thanks. [The embarrassing thing is I told people whoever had put it there weren''t Mer, but were sharks. I didn''t stop to think I might be speaking truth, not just judgement. Explain to them what their status is, and if they will vow to secrecy, tell them also of all their rights.] [Of course, your Majesty,] Zelda thought. [I also have an idea. Let me tell the Council the situation isn''t what we thought, praise God. I''ll call you later about my idea.] ¡°Mr and Mrs De Gruchy,¡± Zelda said, ¡°Karella Queen of all Mer names you Mer-friends for your insightful thinking. To be a Mer-friend is not citizenship, but it is not so very far off. You may come and go in Atlantis, you may request scales to swim as Mer swim, and if you take a vow to protect the secrets of the deep with your life, then you may learn the secrets of the deep.¡±
Old quarter, Atlantis The fully armed squads of mer warriors, reassured that they were not likely to be facing one of their own, moved in perfect synchronisation. Step one, override commands were entered into each building''s computer, directing all electronically controlled doors to operate via the Council''s authentication server, not the building''s local one. Now, the warriors knew the pass-code, and the residents did not. Karella had checked the location of the six provocateurs. The timing had been deliberate; they''d been mid-conference. Step two, the squads moved into position outside the doors of the rooms where they were staying. Step three, the land-folk network link ¡ª which regularly had problems with getting overloaded and so slowed users'' data down ¡ª was deliberately slowed down so that no real communication was possible. The technically skilled agents knew that one so-called solution to the link doing this to you was to drop the connection and rejoin the network. Not a difficult procedure, but it was a distraction. While they were distracted, the squad leaders entered the door code, and the agents were darted. One man managed to draw a knife before he collapsed, but he didn''t get to use it.
Atlantis-2 park, 5.20pm [Zelda, me again.] Karella called. [Your Majesty,] Zelda acknowledged politely. [Six foreign agents are now recovering from having been darted, so unless your guests want to camp out, previous plans may be resumed... sort of.] [Sort of?] [Swimming is possible, but walking around the inside of the dome isn''t a great idea, because we''re going to extend the forcefield, not take it down. We don''t need to risk our city to one fool with a rock-cutter. The concert has turned into a prayer meeting, and tonight''s storytelling will be in Mer, possibly with translation.] [OK. Well, I''ll pass the changes along.] [Do that and then I''ve got some thoughts to share with you. What''s the news there?] [Mrs De Gruchy asks if her being named mer-friend means she can bring a group next year, too. Mr De Gruchy, who''s what he called a purchasing manager in the shop his ancestor set up, would be very interested in making Mer handicrafts available to the people on the island ¡ª he''s said that before but wonders if this changes things ¡ª and they''ve both taken an oath to protect any secrets.] [Excellent, OK well, yes, I expect there can be other school trips to organise, and it strikes me that we could learn a few things from our friends in Jersey, don''t you? Like handling tourists, and dealing with ones who cause trouble, for instance.] [I expect so.] [From what you''ve seen, is it a nice place?] [Lovely beaches, and good waves too.] [So... what would you think about being our ambassador to the Channel Islands, if the government agrees?] [Me? Urm, wow. Maybe. Oh, and it''s governments plural. They''re all independent.] [Really? That''ll keep you busy then. Do you have a boat?] [No.] [Never mind. You''d need a flying fish, I guess. And a husband; do try to find a Merman, Zelda. We don''t want everyone intermarrying with landfolk, or in a few generations there''ll be Mer with the pain.] [I have been walking with someone, Karella.] [And?] [And we''ve decided not to marry until we could buy a boat. We''re about three fifths of the way there.] [Well done, but I meant what was his name, and his role in life?] [Tristan, Gizela''s brother. When he''s not collecting food, and looking out for treasure chests, he''s a gem cutter and jeweler.] [Nice portable trade, that. So, if the Council was going to lend you a flying fish for the next decade or so, and wanted you to have a co-pilot, because those things are tiring even though they''re stupidly fast, would that change your marriage plans?] [We could use the flying fish for holidays too?] [Of course. Once it''s built, and you''ve trained in flying it. But actually, you''ve flown an Albatross, haven''t you?] [I''m sure they fly very differently.] [I''m sure they do. No Zelda, I''m just wondering if you need a flying fish or if an Albatross would do.] [Would do?] [Sathie told me it was slow under water.] [True. No proper drive unit, and no proper mass either, of course. I don''t think you can really do a good space going submarine. But it was a nice ship.] [So, think about it with Tristan. Bear in mind that there''s a long queue for flying fish, now Amos has ironed out the quirks. Also bear in mind that although Boris hasn''t set a price for his designs yet, there''s not exactly much gold in the construction of it, and I''ll set Lara on him if he charges too much.] [You mean we could buy ourselves an Albatross, rather than a boat?] [If you don''t mind all that air underneath you, and the thought that if there''s a power failure you''re in big trouble.] [We would be anyway.] [Talk to Tristan. Is he on food duty tonight?] [No, he gets home in about half an hour.] [Excellent. I need to eat sometime, I''d like to talk to the De Gruchys, could you bring him too? Oh, actually, can Christoph, the girls and I join you at your camp-fire?] [You''d be most welcome, your Majesty.] [If you''re considering being my ambassador, then you call me Karella. I insist.] [Yes, Karella.] [Do you have any way of contacting Tristan?] [I do have a wrist unit, but I can''t drive it yet properly. He doesn''t.] [Does he hear thoughts?] Karella asked. [Yes.] [Then I''ll give him a quick interview, once I''ve talked to Boris.]
Karella and Christoph''s home, 18th December, 5.30pm [Boris, I think you can put her down now. You''ve been doing that at least ten minutes.] Karella thought. [It''s muscle-building exercise, Karella.] Boris replied [Doctor''s orders.] [I''m sure it is, and you''re not enjoying yourselves one bit.] [Of course we were,] Hathie thought, from Boris''s arms. [Anyway, now you''re not playing how near feedback can you get, I''ve got a question for you, Gravitymaster.] [Uh oh.] [You might like it. A challenge.] [Double uh oh.] Hathie thought. [As you probably know, Albatrosses don''t swim underwater very well.] [Quite renowned for it, yes.] Boris said. [And our wonderful submarines are too heavy for space flight, my physicist husband says.] [He''s not wrong.] Boris said. [So, Boris, question one, would you like the challenge of designing me something more of a Guillemot? Say, an Albatross with an tunnel drive so that it could go at a reasonable speed underwater? I''m thinking it would be wonderful to give young adventurous types who don''t panic at the thought of all that air underneath them, something that didn''t need so much gold, but they can still use on their holidays. Question two, how soon? Question three, how much?] [How much?] [Design fee per Albatross or Guillemot. The labourer is worth his hire, just don''t price yourself out of the market.] [Urm, what is the market?] [Well, for instance, the flying fish modification is apparently earning Amos and Lamura five thousand Pearls per shot between them, but people already need the right sort of hull to do that. After five hundred builds there''s some kind of reduction, and you need to factor in the materials costs and workers time and so on. I''d imagine that if you charge too much for your design, people will look at the amount of gold it costs compared to the gold in the ship and decide they''ll buy a flying fish instead. But I''d imagine a Guillemot isn''t going to be that attractive to people who want a boat anyway, unless they happen to have an interest in Mars, like Zelda, or a certain sister of yours.] [When you say Amos is getting five thousand Pearls...] [Him and Lamura Aeroplane-shaper, yes.] [Is that for the wings or the thrusters?] [The fan between the drive plates thing? I think that''s an ancient design.] [Because if I stuck a tunnel drive on an Albatross, as my beloved monarch has just suggested, and added the fan, then I could out flying-fish a flying fish. Or of course, I could offer antigravity to flying fish-owning people too, couldn''t I?] [I expect so, yes.] Karella thought [Perhaps you should be talking to Amos, I can imagine the idea of a space-going flying fish being quite popular for people who don''t like the thought of see-through toilets.] [Karella! I fixed that bug very early on.] [I know, just teasing. But there will be people who prefer solid metal to forcefields.] [I know. But do have any idea how hard it''s going to be to lift something as heavy a boat?] [I imagine it''ll take a bit more thrust than one of your forcefield creations, but you did take a lot of cargo with you, didn''t you?] [Yes. You must know what the materials and labour cost was for the Albatross three, surely? I just designed the thing.] [About a hundred and fifty thousand pearls.] [That little?] [Most of the cost of a boat is the metal, remember.] [OK. Well if wings earn your brother and his future father-in-law five thousand...] [Don''t get too greedy, Boris.] Hathie thought. [I was going to suggest that I how about I say eight thousand for the reflecting fields and the shell, and ten thou for the anti-gravity. I''ve been working on both of those for almost a decade, after all. But I''ll throw in the wings for two, because I didn''t design them, I literally just copied an Albatross and got the center of gravity right. Is that unreasonable, Hathie?] [I think that''s very reasonable,] Karella thought, [considering how much gold you''re saving people. What about for the underwater version?] [Hey, the Guillemot is all your idea, Karella. You even named it. Credit where it''s due, beloved monarch! I''ll happily tweak things so it''ll work around whatever you get built. I''m sure Christoph knows enough physics to put the drives in the right place, though I''d suggest somewhere in the tail area, where the reactor and thrusters are anyway, as that''ll keeps the noise down. My bit of laying out the field emitters won''t take me more than an hour or two, I think.] [Boris, all I''ve done is spout ideas!] [So? They''re very good ones! I hadn''t thought of making an Albatross into a submarine.] [I''m not going to charge anyone thousands of Pearls for my contribution.] Karella objected. [Tell you what,] Hathie suggested [since you''ll be earning Boris extra customers for his hull design, how about we say for the modified version you two make a partnership, and he pays you a commission for the extra sale, say a thousand, and then the only extra people pay is the parts and labour for the drive units?] [Hey! My Hathie''s got business brains as well as gorgeous hair.] [And the next question, Boris, love. If people want a Guillemot but not the antigravity?] [Hmm. Let''s call it something else. I wouldn''t want to trust the wing design for powered flight without anti-gravity to help. But if they don''t want wings or flight, but do want the hull, sure, that''ll make life cheaper for them.] [And Karella''s portion?] Hathie asked. [You mean was I serious about eight thousand for the hull, now with my favourite monarch getting a thousand for extra sales? Yes, OK.] [But you''re going to be losing out,] Karella objected. [Not when they pay an extra thousand Pearl of premium for retrofitting the anti-gravity and wings, I''m not,] Boris thought back immediately. [OK, Boris, {laughter}. How about you and Hathellah get this little commercial plan down in writing, and I''ll talk to a potential customer?]
Karella and Christoph''s home, 18th December, 5.40pm [Greetings, Tristan. I am Karella, and have been talking to your Zelda.] [Your majesty, I''m honored! But... Zelda and I are neither married nor betrothed yet.] [Do you have any doubts? She didn''t seem to have any, but spoke of you two planning to buy a boat together.] [No doubts, except I wonder it was a good idea to decide to wait until we could afford our own boat. We''d just found a nice hoard when we decided that, but since then...] [So, why don''t you at least get betrothed? But I have some questions for you, Tristan. How much do you enjoy your job? How much do you enjoy your hobby?] [I am... satisfied that my job is important, your Majesty. But I much prefer my hobby.] [I''m not surprised. How good do you think Zelda is dealing with strange situations and frustrating officials?] [She was deeply embarrassed at what happened on the Albatross three, your Majesty. She said she felt like she''d let you down. She hadn''t thought of it in terms of diplomacy at all.] [And how about yourself?] [I try to show respect, your Majesty, even when I don''t like the person. If I didn''t, I would have lost some repeat custom.] [Next question, would you like to visit her claim on Mars some time, or does the thought of space travel or living away from Atlantis terrify you?] [I''d love to visit Mars, your Majesty, and I''d love to see what she saw, experience flying through the air and even space. And urm, that''s why we want a boat, so we don''t need to live in Atlantis.] [One thing you will need to discuss with Zelda, then. You''re obviously not worried about forcefields in space, how much do you like the idea of metal around you when you''re underwater?] [I don''t quite understand the question, your Majesty.] Tristan said. [I''ve just been talking to Boris Gravitymaster. For twenty thousand Pearls, he will allow the use of his Albatross design, or an as-yet-idea we''re calling the Guillemot, which would have proper thrusters for use underwater. The Guillemot would obviously need gold for the thrusters, and I''ve not asked the fabricators how much cost it would add to what an Albatross costs to make.] [Your Majesty, do you know the cost of an Albatross?] [I know the government paid the fabricators about three hundred kilos, sorry three hundred thousand Pearls, for both Albatrosses two and three, so a hundred and fifty each. And I insisted that the fabricators charge what they''d charge anyone else.] [Just a hundred and seventy thousand for an Albatross?] [Our boats have always been hard to make, Tristan. I don''t know if the Albatrosses have any ship-metal in them. Boris has done a wonderful thing in conquering gravity, but I expect he will be remembered also for changing our boats. Now, we will talk more, but your Zelda is in the park in Atlantis two, waiting to discuss boats and birds. Eventually, I expect she will be ambassador to the independent states of the Channel Islands, but we''ll talk more of that when we arrive.]
Karella and Christoph''s home, 18th December, 6.00pm ¡°Does the whole drive tunnel need to be made of ship metal?¡± Sathie asked, ¡°I mean, couldn''t it be made of crystal, say, with just a thin sheet of metal?¡± ¡°Heretic!¡± Jake accused, and threw an imaginary rock at her. ¡°Interesting idea,¡± Karella said, ¡°I know some people who''d love the idea of only half a kilo of ship metal. You''ll meet them as soon as you''ve got ready.¡± ¡°I think I''d have liked the idea of a crystal skin on the outside of the Albatross too.¡± Sathie said, ¡°I mean, the power unit and controller and airlock are already set in crystal, but there was this little button on the control panel which really terrified me: ''shut down forcefields''. ¡°Including the fusion store?¡± Jake asked. ¡°No. Just the pressure hull and the wings. But once we''d landed, Boris told me I could press it. No confirmation, or anything. Click, and then it was really easy to put the cargo into the Marsmobile.¡± ¡°Ah,¡± Karella said, ¡°Useful user-feedback there, thank you. Christoph, what do you think?¡± ¡°Certainly we need to hide that button behind some kind of locked safety shield, and yes, let''s chat to someone in fabrication, see what they think. Light-weight is nice for space, but under water too light is also a problem, and I know I''d like to be able to power down my sub without everything inside getting soaked and floating away.¡± ¡°Or my spacecraft and still breathe in it,¡± Sathie added. ¡°Hold on,¡± Karella said and shot a quick question to Boris. [Boris, quick question, any good reason for not having a crystal inner hull on the Albatrosses?] [Yes. I was too keen to get to Hathie and forgot to moan at fabrication. It is in the plans.] [Thank you, Boris.] [Oh, and if Sathie''s worried about that ''turn off the forcefields'' button, it does only work when the thing has pressure on its feet.] [What about under water?] [Hmm... good question. I''ll check.] [Thanks, Boris. Oh, another idea from Sathie: any idea if the drive tunnels could be made of crystal, apart from the plates?] [Excellent idea from my point of view. The fabricators might moan a bit about tradition, but point out the hull is all crystal and forcefields anyway, and otherwise they''re somehow anchoring submarine metal onto a crystal hull right next to a forcefield emitter.] [Is that a problem?] [It''s an engineering challenge they ought to prefer to avoid.] [Thanks,] Karella thought, then reported on the discussion to her family while chasing them from the house.
Atlantis-two park, Tuesday 18th December, 6.15pm [Has your Tristan got there yet, Zelda?] Karella thought to her. [No, Karella. But he''s not mine yet. We''re not married yet.] [I think you ought to at least be betrothed if you''re planning on buying space-ships together.] [You''ve talked to Boris?] [I have, and I''ve told Tristan some numbers. Did you know that the Albatross design called for an inner hull of crystal, but the fabricators left it out and Boris said ''never mind I want to go hug Hathellah,'' or something similar? Sathie didn''t. I''m tempted to ask Ruth to throttle him a little. Oh, and Boris says the scary button only works when there''s weight on the feet.] [Or when you''re floating. I tried it when we''d got back.] [Boris did say he''d check, feel free to tell him you have already, with appropriate remonstrances.] [Is greedy one of them?] [I don''t think so. Not at all. Talk to your Tristan.] [You''re determined to call him that, aren''t you?] [I have noticed your heart sing for joy at every mention of his name, daughter of the deeps and shallows. Your heart is his no matter what has or hasn''t happened, and his is equally yours.] [That''s nice to know. But Karella, I don''t think I should be ambassador. Tristan would be much better than me, I think.] [Why do you think that?] [He thinks before he speaks, knows how to hold his tongue, and I only got reasonable results in history and law because he tutored me.] [What''s your hobby?] [Other than Tristan-watching? I design, he makes. Oh, and he speaks French too.] [So, remind me again, why is he on fish collecting duty?] [Because he thinks its an important duty, Karella, and he''s a humble man.] [He didn''t apply for diplomatic duty did he?] [No. I told him he should but he said it''d only pull us apart if we got assigned in different places.] [I''ve already told you you ought to be betrothed. Didn''t it occur to either of you that wouldn''t happen if you were?] [Urm. Not to me.] [There''d be an oath to protect, Zelda,] Karella pointed out gently. [Oh! {embarrassment} I''m a silly mermaid, aren''t I?] [But you wouldn''t have so many links to Jersey if you''d not flown to Mars, would you? Or if Tristan had gone with you and been diplomatic. God is sovereign.] [He is.] ¡°Hi, Zelda,¡± Sathie called, coming up behind her, ¡°I hope you weren''t meant to be keeping watch.¡±
Atlantis-two park, Tuesday 18th December, 6.20pm ¡°Zelda!¡± Tristan said, picking her up and spinning round with her, ¡°Have you heard?¡± ¡°I''ve heard that a our beloved monarch has been dropping possessive pronouns into your mind as well as mine.¡± ¡°Yes. What do you think?¡± ¡°What about?¡± ¡°Getting a Guillemot or an Albatross?¡± ¡°What''s a Guillemot? Other than a sea bird. Oh, an underwater Albatross?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Tristan said. ¡°I don''t know enough to comment.¡± ¡°You don''t?¡± ¡°You heard numbers, I didn''t. Everyone, this is Tristan.¡± ¡°Oh. Urm...¡± noticing he''d rather made them the centre of attention, he put her down. ¡°I see lots of people I don''t know.¡± ¡°Would you like introductions to everyone?¡± ¡°See if you can remember everyone''s name, Zelda,¡± Sathie challenged. ¡°Thank you so much Sathzakara. Tristan this is princess Sathzakara Karella Christoph. Trying to not be seen picking his nose is crown prince Jake Karella Christoph, swatting him is his sister princess Mabel Karella Christoph, and sitting over by the fire cooking fish and pretending not to be related to their offspring are Her Majesty Karella Farspeaker Homebringer and Christoph Atomworker.¡± ¡°Hi, Tristan,¡± Karella said, ¡°and Zelda if you don''t drop the titles you''ll get in trouble. This is not a state visit, this is us gate-crashing.¡± ¡°With food,¡± Zelda said. ¡°Of course,¡± Karella said, ¡°Christoph found a whole school of plaice trying to get into the pumps this morning, for some reason.¡± ¡°Very easy to catch,¡± Christoph said, ¡°But it wasn''t me who first saw them, we just got a message asking if it might be a sign of a problem. But anyway, we caught them and delivered a hundred or so of them to the city store, and then tried to look for what had attracted them there in the first place.¡± ¡°Oh, so you''ve been doing a lot of swimming too?¡± Tristan asked, noticing Christoph had wet hair. ¡°Yes. Along every pipe from the pump to the the outlet. All we found was a rather hungry dogfish. And barnacles, of course.¡± ¡°Ooh, barnacles in the pump pipes,¡± Karella said, ¡°that brings back happy memories. But don''t let us stop your introductions, Zelda.¡± ¡°I thought I''d escaped,¡± Zelda smiled, ¡°Moving on to the Jersais, I believe the term is, the adults are Mrs De Gruchy the class''s teacher, and her husband, marketing manager at the shop his ancestor started.¡± ¡°Good evening and bonsoir, Madame, Monsieur,¡± Tristan said. ¡°Bonsoir Monsieur, but we''re more fluent in English,¡± Mrs De Gruchy replied. ¡°We then have Mia and Sean, who declare themselves ''just talking,'' much like we were at their age. Next to Mia is Elsie, whose mother sold those offcuts for enough to do get some long-awaited house repairs done, and then there''s Tina, and Samantha, who''s not talking to Chris over there, and don''t you dare suggest otherwise, they just happen to like a lot of the same things.¡± ¡°Oh, right, OK. And find the same things funny?¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Zelda said, earning herself a glare from Samantha, and carried on with the introductions. ¡°Well done,¡± Karella said, as Zelda got the to the end, ¡°Tristan, do you want to tell Zelda your news privately, or shall we tell you both all the updates?¡± ¡°Urm... a bit of privacy first?¡± Tristan asked. ¡°Of course,¡± Karella said. [Zelda, we can afford an Albatross, maybe a Guillemot, it depends how much the drive tunnels would cost.] [You''re sure?] [Her majesty said that the two human-carrying Albatrosses cost three hundred thousand Pearls to make.] [Each?] [No, beloved, for the pair. And Boris only wants twenty thousand for the design.] [So a hundred and seventy kilos of gold for an Albatross?] [Yes. But the question is, how much extra for the drive? And do we really want something which needs to be permanently on, or parked on land?] [Oh, Karella told me that Boris didn''t wait for them to build it properly. There should have been a real hull, made of crystal.] [Oh! So we don''t need it permanently on?] [Apparently not.] [That''s good. And Karella says we should be betrothed.] Tristan said. [If we had been betrothed, of course, we wouldn''t have been split up by different assignments.] [But if you''d never gone to Mars...] [Or if you''d been with me, you might have been far more diplomatic than I was and not given my ruby away.] [But now you are to be ambassador, which I think you will be good at. God is good.] [I have told Karella you would be a better ambassador.] [Me?] [You. I would like to point out that if I am ambassador, I probably won''t have much energy for designing things, but if you are, then I can stand by you as your guard and consort, thinking up designs and then you can relax by cutting up some expensive stones. Or even cheap ones, Ruth has been selling engraved disks of crystal on Mars. They are quite popular. I much prefer the idea of being a designer and protector and home maker than ambassador.] [I wouldn''t really know what to do if you were ambassador, except help you.] [We are decided?] [Will you take vows of betrothal?] Tristan asked. [Yes, but we can afford a boat.] Zelda thought, slightly disappointed. [A spacecraft, yes. Probably a boat. Am I silly to want our own boat for our honeymoon, my Zelda?] [My Tristan, that is not such a silly thought. But I don''t know how long it will take to design or build a Guillemot.] [Perhaps her Majesty does. I would like your parents to witness our marriage vows.] [Thank you, my soon-to-be betrothed.] [My Zelda, shall we make that official?] ¡°We call for witnesses!¡± Zelda called. ¡°We will take vows of betrothal,¡± Tristan declared. ¡°Good idea,¡± Karella said. After they''d vowed to one another that they would marry. Tristan said, ¡°And we ask, sovereign Queen, do you know how long before we might know the cost of a Guillemot, how long it might take to make, and how quickly might Zelda''s parents return from their duties to witness our marriage vows?¡± ¡°By Albatross or Guillemot, it would only be a matter of hours to bring them here. I will ask them about their plans. I expect that Boris will have the detailed plans ready by tomorrow evening.¡± ¡°And the cost of a Guillemot will not exceed a hundred and seventy thousand,¡± Christoph reported. ¡°And it might be less. I talked to the chief fabricator on the way here. The first human-carrying Albatross went through a number of modifications, which increased the price. For the record, an Albatross, with hull, will be a hundred and fifty thousand, and Karella, a hull can be added to the existing Albatrosses for fifty Pearls, plus some granite. The fabricator was embarrassed; he''d thought Boris had said said the hull should be cut-away, so he''d ordered it cut it away. But presumably Boris said he''d cut it out, that''s to say left it out from the drawing for clarity. So having the hull actually means less work for the fabricators.¡± ¡°That''s good,¡± Zelda said. ¡°But one question the chief fabricator wasn''t sure about was whether the crystal hull would let you hear properly under water.¡± ¡°That''s.... that''s quite a scary thought,¡± Tristan said. ¡°The forcefield was excellent from that perspective.¡± Zelda said, ¡°I could hear clearer even than in a normal boat. Do you agree, Sathie?¡± ¡°Absolutely. I kept wanting to reach out and grab at things.¡± ¡°So... if it doesn''t work,¡± Christoph replied, ¡°he said the fabricators'' guild are very keen on the idea of getting a Guillemot working, because that''d leave them so much more swimming time. So, if you''re willing for your Guillemot to be the prototype, the guild will be working hard to make it work for you.¡± ¡°For a price?¡± Zelda asked, suspiciously. ¡°Not beyond delivery time. They''re that keen. What it might mean is your hull gets lots of weld lines in it as they try different things, or at the very least, one weld line where they cut out where they''ve been trying stuff and put a new modified hull in place. So, it wouldn''t be optically perfect, you might loose a bit of speed under water, and so on. And it might take a long time ¡ª he thought it might be even a few months to get it really right. ¡°If you don''t want your Guillemot to be the experimental prototype, say because you need it quickly, and the crystal doesn''t let you hear, they''ll cut out the crystal for free but he said that for safety he''d recommend a second forcefield hull with its own supply, but there''d be a charge of a couple of hundred Pearls for that.¡± ¡°And otherwise we might officially own a prototype for a few months but not actually be able to use it?¡± Tristan asked. ¡°Oh, no, he''d said it''d be a cyclical thing, they''d try something, make sure it''s at least water-proof, and then ask you to test it with instruments on board.¡± ¡°Oh, right. Zelda?¡± ¡°Prototype,¡± Zelda said with certainty, ¡°Because that way we get a good boat at the end, and the first Guillemot, and we don''t find that the final version costs twenty five hundred because it needs long strips of ship metal embedded in the hull or something like that. And do you know how much we could charge landfolk to take them or their cargo to Mars? It''s not as good as selling them jewelery, of course, but it''s a renewable resource.¡± ¡°That sounds... an interesting alternative to being ambassador,¡± Tristan said. ¡°Don''t you two take up playing interplanetary taxi drivers, please.¡± Karella said, ¡°Except in your holidays, of course.¡± ¡°I''m not ambassador, Karella, that''d be a slow disaster. Like I said,¡± Zelda said, ¡°we''d make more money from gems, let alone jewelery. Plus there''s more chances to swim on Earth. Do we speak with one voice, my Tristan?¡± ¡°Absolutely. If you''ll have me, your majesty, I''ll serve as diplomat where you want me.¡± Karella waved a dangerous finger at Zelda, ¡°Do not scare me like that, and my ambassadors call me Karella, Tristan. It''s a rule. Go make some friends on the Channel Islands and in your spare time sell them some jewelery if you want to.¡± ¡°Did I hear the words sell and jewelery?¡± Mr De Gruchy asked, suddenly all ears. ¡°You did,¡± Zelda said, ¡°and in case you''re prepared to admit noticing, the earrings and necklaces I''ve been wearing the past few days were a joint effort between my Tristan and myself.¡± ¡°I''ve certainly noticed them. I admit I was wondering why you seemed to change them often.¡± Zelda smiled, ¡°So Mr De Gruchy, you''ve seen some trade items. How interested are you?¡± ¡°From a distance, they looked exquisite. Could I, urm, examine them closer to? And in better light?¡± ¡°Of course. You only need to ask. Like I said, I''ve made sure I''ve only been wearing trade pieces.¡± ¡°This one isn''t for trade, though, Zelda.¡± Tristan said, as he handed her a package. Carefully, she opened it. It was a multi-stranded chain, with a diamond pendent. As she looked at it, he explained, ¡°You said you liked the idea of a diamond as a token of engagement, but thought a ring was a silly idea, as it would catch on things.¡± ¡°It''s beautiful, Tristan,¡± Zelda said. ¡°But I said that years ago.¡± ¡°I know. It''s been growing for years, too. There ought to be one link for each day since we started talking. But it''s quite hard to not loose count.¡± Zelda looked at her betrothed with tears of joy in her eyes. ¡°And you''ve kept it secret all this time?¡± ¡°You''ve seen the chain plenty of times.¡± ¡°You said that was just a stock of chain!¡± ¡°Well, I have used sections from it, so the quality''s more consistent than it would have been if I''d just added one link every day and never done that.¡± ¡°You are a sneaky lovely man, and I''m very very happy I''m going to marry you,¡± ¡°May I see?¡± Mrs De Gruchy asked, ¡°Oh, it''s exquisite!¡± Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 3: Peace-knife

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 3:Peace-knife

High Council rooms, Atlantis, 7pm Tuesday 18th December ¡°Mr Ambassador, thank you for coming.¡± the elder of the Council greeted the Russian ambassador. ¡°The message said it was urgent.¡± ¡°Yes. You are aware, I''m sure, of the recent worries we''ve had in the old quarter of our city.¡± ¡°Yes. I must admit I''m surprised that it seemed perfectly dry. The guilty parties came forwards?¡± ¡°Not precisely. They have been disarmed and are now being held in an inflatable raft in the harbour. From our point of view we were quite pleased to learn they were not in fact Mer, so the oath has not been broken.¡± ¡°I''m glad to hear it.¡± ¡°You might not be when you hear where they came from.¡± ¡°Oh, no. They are Russian? No, no, no! Please say they are just stupid children.¡± ¡°''They are just stupid children'', unfortunately these children who took orders from another irresponsible child are aged in their thirties.¡± ¡°They were under orders?¡± ¡°They were quite well organised, so we presume they were under orders. Their feet had been cut, deliberately scarred. I presume to make it look like webs had been removed from between their toes. But it would be clear to most who saw them that that the scars were in the wrong place. It was probably also clear to them from their first visit to the swimming pool.¡± The elder shook his head, ¡°They were so well prepared in some ways, so badly prepared in others.¡± ¡°And during this time of ethnic differences being made known, they thought to cause trouble?¡± ¡°They had an... accomplice. We know she turned a blind eye when they flew that flag. That merwoman has her own misguided reasons to be antagonistic to Outer Mer, and is preparing for her trial. But we do not yet know whose idea it was that they flew that disgusting flag. No doubt they will claim it was all her idea. But, as we know, even if it was, such decisions are rarely made by the operative.¡± ¡°Not normally, no. Perhaps in some cultures, but not in mine. More''s the pity.¡± ¡°Do you wish to speak with them?¡± ¡°Not particularly, but I suppose I should, shouldn''t I? Do you have names?¡± ¡°Yes, several different ones per person, based on their collections of travel documents.¡± ¡°You left them all in the same boat? They will be agreeing on a story.¡± ¡°It will be very entertaining to hear, I''m sure. If they are intelligent they might realise that sound carries well over water, even if they do find the recording devices in the boat. If they are well briefed, they will know we speak a lot of languages. There is much we do not know, Mr Ambassador. We are not certain if they are genuinely Russian, or are perhaps passing themselves off as Russian. We do not know if they are a group of ill-prepared government agents, who wanted to cause trouble before they were sent home ¡ª they''d already over-stayed their visa ¡ª or if they were agents from some other organisation.¡± ¡°They might be criminals, you mean?¡± The ambassador''s heart leapt at the thought. ¡°Oh, without a doubt, but what sort? That is the question. We are sure that six people did not come to Atlantis over a month ago to start an ethnic conflict they knew nothing about. So what have they been doing? Who have they been reporting to? Anything you felt able to share with us about their identities would be most welcome. Oh, three of them were armed with knives somewhat like our warriors carry, but from the wrong material. Another had a genuine Mer knife of ancient design. We''d love to know where she got it from, and presume she doesn''t know it''s value.¡± ¡°It is valuable?¡± ¡°It is easily worth its weight in diamonds. Probably two or three times that.¡± ¡°I will try to find out what I can.¡±
Atlantis-H, 7.30pm, Tuesday 18th December ¡°Hello on the inflatable! Are you having a nice time?¡± The ambassador asked in his mother tongue. There were six people there, two men, four women. ¡°Come on in, the water is lovely and warm for Siberia,¡± one of the women said. ¡°You tempt me, but there is no ice yet, and I don''t want to scald myself. Where are you from?¡± ¡°Who wants to know?¡± another replied. ¡°Does it affect your answer?¡± ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°I think your little provocative flag almost turned part of Atlantis into a shark feeding-ground.¡± ¡°What stopped them?¡± one of the men said. ¡°They found out you weren''t Mer. If you were, you''d be shark-food. Of course, you might still be shark food. You know what that symbol signified?¡± ¡°A little protest against the status quo,¡± the first woman said. ¡°Imagine, just for instance, you''ve just climbed to the top of the Kremlin, and then you take down the flag of the Tsar, and in its place you put up that old red one with he hammer and sickle on it, or perhaps a bust of Stalin, and then your friends carefully paint every maternity hospital in camouflage and tell our most trigger-happy neighbours that they have been secretly turned into nuclear silos. Would you call that a little protest against the status quo?¡± ¡°Not so little,¡± she admitted. ¡°The flag you flew has not been flown for four thousand years, you know that? It is more shocking to them than flying the Nazi flag over St Petersburg would be.¡± ¡°She said she wouldn''t do it.¡± the second woman pointed out. ¡°But didn''t try to stop you?¡± the ambassador asked. ¡°No. She gave it to us,¡± the first one said. ¡°Which one of you had the funny knife?¡± ¡°Why do you want to know? Who are you working for?¡± the man asked. ¡°Right now? Myself, I''m off duty, and curious about why six people would decide to make themselves shark-food.¡± ¡°And when you are on duty?¡± he pressed. ¡°I try not to upset the Tsar, or the people around me. That''s not a healthy thing to do, you know? You know why you''re in that boat, don''t you?¡± ¡°So we might think of swimming away and save them a trial.¡± ¡°No. It''s in case divine judgement comes. They don''t mind risking an inflatable on you, but they don''t want to risk you being anywhere where a lightning bolt might do some more expensive damage. So, the knife?¡± ¡°My dad picked it up on a flea-market,¡± the third woman said. ¡°No one here would tell me anything about it.¡± ¡°You didn''t ask the right people. It''s knife-metal so it''s got a lot of gold in it, but I got told it was worth at least it''s weight in diamonds.¡± She started swearing. ¡°It sounds like you don''t like someone called Yuri,¡± the ambassador said. ¡°The boss. Sent us here to open up a new market, find some angry young malcontents, maybe. Make them rich, make us rich. Promises, promises.¡± ¡°You thought some kind of trade would make mer rich? You''re talking about a people who often go scuba-diving off the coast of somewhere for their holidays, and pick up a few diamonds as big as your thumb or a bucket of fist-sized nuggets of gold.¡± ¡°We know that now.¡± ¡°So you fell back on the idea of finding malcontents, and that''s what the flag was supposed to do?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°You really didn''t read the embassy''s information-page before you got here, did you?¡± ¡°Propaganda,¡± the second woman said, dismissively, ¡°written by brainless puppets of the government for other puppets of the government, toeing the party line and trying to make everything seem far rosier than it is.¡± ¡°Do you hate everyone like that? You had noticed that there is the odd bit of tension between the Russian Empire and the government here?¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± she acknowledged. ¡°So what''s the party line rubbish about?¡± ¡°I meant in general.¡± ¡°I meant in the specific. You scarred your toes ¡ª in the wrong place ¡ª to pretend to be, what, totally ignorant grandkids of locals? But you didn''t bother to read freely available information about the economy and culture? Are you just totally stupid, or anarchists or what?¡± ¡°Totally stupid, freezing cold, scared, anarchist black-marketeers, arms-traders and drug-runners,¡± the fourth woman said, earning herself a torrent of abuse from her colleagues which she totally ignored. ¡°How do you know about our toes?¡± the knife-owner asked. ¡°The elder of the High Council told me. That''s roughly speaking the prime-minister to you. I''ll ask for some blankets.¡± ¡°Any chance of another boat before we go to sleep?¡± woman four asked, ¡°I don''t want to wake up finding one of these idiots with his hands all over me or worse.¡± ¡°Not a problem,¡± the warrior beside the Ambassador said in slightly accented Russian, ¡°sorry you''re cold. I guess we don''t feel it as much as you.¡±
High Council of Atlantis, 9pm, Tuesday 18th December. ¡°In the harbour, you were heard to say ''anarchist black-marketeers, arms-traders and drug-runners''. Was that a description of all of you equally, or did you specialise?¡± ¡°We know what each other does, but I don''t do weapons or drugs. I got into this life to make it easier for people, not to kill people.¡± ¡°But you claim to be an anarchist? You recognise no law?¡± ¡°I like some of them. I think I like the ones you''ve got here, from what I''ve seen. I don''t like the ones back home which make life hard for everyone without connections.¡± This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. ¡°You declared yourself stupid.¡± ¡°Yes. I didn''t agree to flying that flag. They wanted to get find idiots who''d sell them rock-cutters. Can you imagine what that''d do, if the local mafia boss could cut open the army''s weapons store, or cut down buildings and bridges? It was too short sighted. I should have turned them in. I wanted out, I guess I should have claimed asylum or something, but was too stupid, too scared I''d be sent home and the law would finally catch up with me.¡± The council members debated among themselves for a few minutes, holding the metal bar that let them think together. The elder then spoke: ¡°If you want to, you may tell us of your past crimes, wherever they may have been committed, and we will hold you accountable for them here. We would report to the various governments concerned that you had confessed to these crimes as part of your trial here for your part in an attempt to re-ignite a civil war and causing Mer to break oaths, and that these crimes have been taken into account during your trial here. ¡°If we do not find you guilty of a capital crime, you would then take an oath to not return to your life of crime and if you claimed asylum and it is granted, you would be permitted to stay or leave as you please. If you do not claim asylum or it is not granted, you will be transported to any country of your choosing. If you do not reveal your past crimes, or refuse to take an oath that your days of crime are over, then at the end of your sentence here you will be handed over to the authorities of the Russian empire. Before you make your choice, understand that by our laws the most heinous crimes are to do with breaking of oaths and harming the defenceless, and that when we demand you tell us of your past crimes we mean both crimes against our law and the laws of the countries you were in. You should think on this, and not decide now.¡± ¡°Unless the Tsar decides to pardon me, then I am dead if I am handed over to their authorities. What is there to think about?¡± ¡°I repeat, you should not decide now,¡± the elder said, ¡°we require your decision be made with adequate knowledge of our law. You will be held in the harbour, separately from the others. You can read English?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± she replied, ¡°You will have some things to read and understand. If you cannot understand, ask.¡±
High Council of Atlantis, 9.20pm, Tuesday 18th December. ¡°This is not your trial.¡± the elder began the interview with the next most interesting case. ¡°This is a pre-trial discussion, seeking to consider things which might affect the trial. We warn you that lying to the council is a serious crime. What did you think of raising the battle flag of the Inner Mer?¡± ¡°It wasn''t my idea, I didn''t think it would work for what they wanted and I didn''t want it to. The Mer-woman suggested it, we needed to do something and Yuri had heard of the flag. He told us to do it. Yuri... gives a lot of latitude, but he doesn''t accept failures happily, and this trip was one failure after another. So I said, we''d better do it if Yuri says so, but I told them to make sure it was hard to see.¡± ¡°This Yuri is a general trader of hard to obtain articles and substances, yes?¡± She laughed at such a description of a black-marketeer, gun-runner and drug importer, ¡°Yes, exactly.¡± ¡°And we understand you and your colleagues covered different specialisations. What was yours?¡± She hesitated, then admitted: ¡°Drugs. I specialised in gaining friendships with suppliers, letting them know there was a market for high quality produce, but also in connecting local outlets to our supply chain.¡± ¡°What sort of drugs?¡± ¡°Anything that can be bought or sold. Medicines, painkillers, contraceptives, you name it.¡± ¡°Why would people go to you for medicines?¡± ¡°Price, availability. Because we''ve got a broader catalogue than other suppliers. Reliability of supply even. Nothing worse than going to the pharmacy and finding their supplier hasn''t bothered delivering this month.¡± ¡°Are you speaking of a legitimate high street pharmacy?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± she said. ¡°And they''d buy from you as a cover for illicit sales, you mean?¡± ¡°Do I have to answer these questions?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°I tell them, we have a very broad catalogue, and we deliver on time, but without much paperwork. Do make sure you place your order accurately. If you want some acid, make sure you specify the concentration and whether you want hydrochloric, sulphuric, acetic, citric or lysergic. If you want powdered chalk, then ask for powdered chalk, and we''ll deliver you some calcium carbonate. At which point they laugh and I laugh and what they do then is not my business.¡± ¡°I understand the acid reference, is ''powdered chalk'' some kind of code phrase among landmen?¡± the elder asked. ¡°Yes, elder. A highly addictive euphoric drug,¡± one of the other council members answered. ¡°And when obtained from reliable high quality sources such as I look for, and with careful dosing, it is very effective in the palliative care of terminal conditions,¡± the prisoner added. ¡°I see,¡± the elder said, ¡°And you would claim that your role is not a corrupter of youth but a provider of pain relief for the dying?¡± ¡°Here in Atlantis, I''ve seen lots of deadly weapons. Is the person making or selling the weapon responsible for their use?¡± ¡°An interesting philosophical debate, so let us turn to deadly weapons. You stated that the Mer knife that was in your possession was bought by your father?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± ¡°And he gave it to you?¡± ¡°He died,¡± she replied, then added ¡°He died of a broken heart, after my mother died when I was thirteen. She died in agony because the pharmacist promised him that the medicine she needed daily would arrive on time, and so my father did not look at finding another source until it was almost too late. And he found out it was too late, because no one could deliver any on time.¡± ¡°Ah, and hence you eventually chose your role?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± ¡°And so the knife is yours by inheritance?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± she replied. ¡°What do you know about it?¡± ¡°The man at the harbour said it was valuable,¡± ¡°It is. How have you used it?¡± ¡°It''s a knife. I''ve used it like I''d use a sharp, scary-looking knife.¡± ¡°To kill?¡± ¡°No,¡± ¡°Have you injured anyone with it?¡± ¡°Only in self defence,¡± she replied, guardedly. ¡°Self defence... how? You were resisting arrest?¡± ¡°No, he wanted to rape me.¡± ¡°Anyone else?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°You''ve used it to threaten?¡± ¡°A bit,¡± the prisoner replied. ¡°As an act of aggression, or in response to aggression?¡± ¡°A response,¡± she answered, wondering why they were so interested in her knife. ¡°These are acceptable uses of a peace-knife. The knife not forfeit, it is yours as long as you continue to use it peacefully.¡± ¡°Cutting up rapists is peaceful?¡± the prisoner asked. ¡°Dealing with dangerous sharks is protecting the peace and tranquillity of all,¡± a woman on council said, ¡°You spared his life, although it was forfeit: you were generous, even.¡± ¡°Can you tell the courts back home that, please? They''d probably think I emasculated an army captain in an unprovoked attack. ¡°If you think it''ll do any good,¡± the elder replied, ¡°we''ll pass on that information.¡± ¡°It probably won''t help me at all, as if you tell them about it they''ll know it was me and that I''m an anarchist drug dealer.¡± she said, then realised something, ¡°you''ve not asked me my name, or had me swear to tell you the truth or anything like that.¡± ¡°No. Just don''t bother lying to us. We are, after all, thought-hearers. You''re welcome to tell us your name if you like.¡± ¡°Will you tell me about the knife?¡± ¡°It is a peace-knife, an ancient artifact, a gift from before the time of the Romans. Probably it was part of some long-dead king''s treasure-store. Undoubtedly it has been stolen, sold, lost, found, numerous times.¡± ¡°And the marks on the blade?¡± ¡°Translated, it would say: I was forged in peace, I came in peace, I remain to protect. Keep me close, but return me rather than use me for ill.¡± ¡°Oh,¡± she''d dreamed, when she was young, it was some kind of magical protection. ¡°Thank you, it''s nice to know. My parents gave me the name Anastasia.¡± ¡°A good name,¡± the council-woman said, then pointed out: ¡°You declared the blade is Anastasia''s by right, elder. Should she not have it?¡± ¡°Yes. The peace-knife should be returned to you,¡± he nodded to a warrior who left the room and a minute later returned carrying a carefully wrapped bundle, and presented it to the confused prisoner. ¡°Urm. You''re returning it now?¡± Anastasia asked. ¡°You deny it''s yours, Anastasia?¡± The elder asked with a glint in his eye. ¡°Not at all, but...¡± ¡°The blade was forged in peace, and came to you in peace. It remains to protect. Keep it close, but return it rather than use it for ill,¡± the elder said, ¡°If someone who has a peace-knife and knows what it is, uses it for ill, then it should be smelted down. Since the metal in it is inferior to what we''d make knifes of today, it''s not particularly valuable as molten metal. Return it unsullied and you would be paid its value as a museum piece.¡± ¡°How much is that?¡± The warrior who''d handed it to her replied ¡°I asked the archivist who was lovingly drawing it. He said he didn''t know but asked if I thought you''d accept a bucket of good gemstones for it. I expect that was all he could afford.¡± Anastasia shook her head in wonderment, ¡°Is there more about it that I should know?¡± ¡°There is lots you could know. Who are we to declare should to one who does not acknowledge any law?¡± ¡°There are laws about it?¡± ¡°Beyond what we''ve told you? Oh yes, young lawless Anastasia.¡± The elder said and she sensed a challenge in his tone. ¡°Will you tell me?¡± she asked. ¡°Why should we?¡± ¡°It''s my knife.¡± ¡°Why is it your knife?¡± ¡°You said so.¡± ¡°Oh, so if I say it''s Sathzakara''s does that make it hers?¡± ¡°Not by your laws.¡± ¡°But you don''t acknowledge laws.¡± ¡°The very fact that you approve of my cutting up the army captain means your laws and the laws at home are different. Laws are not absolutes.¡± ¡°No. Landfolk laws are not absolutes. Ou laws on property, and concerning peace-knives and those who hold them, for example have not changed in more than three thousand years.¡± ¡°I acknowledge property laws, and laws that protect privacy.¡± ¡°What about laws that protect the vulnerable?¡± ¡°I acknowledge those too.¡± ¡°Yet you sell things to people who use them to destroy other''s lives.¡± ¡°Not knowingly. I do not enquire, it is not my business. But if someone wants me to know, it is obviously not a secret. I happily share public information about dangerous people with the police.¡± ¡°Ah. Does Yuri know of this?¡± ¡°It amuses him.¡± ¡°And the members of your group who sell weapons? Would you inform on them?¡± ¡°I did not pick who was in the group. I was quite sure their efforts would come to nothing. They do not like me, I do not like them.¡± ¡°And your colleague who so helpfully named you all anarchists?¡± ¡°Yelena speaks too much when she''s upset, but she''s all right.¡± ¡°Yelena is deciding whether to throw herself on the mercy of this court.¡± ¡°And I must do the same?¡± ¡°The cases are different. But we will offer you similar terms: if you want to you may tell us of your past crimes, and we will take them into consideration when we sentence you here. We would also tell the relevant governments what you had confessed to while on trial for your part in an attempt to re-ignite a civil war and causing Mer to break oaths, and that those crimes have been taken into account during your sentencing here. ¡°You would then take an oath to not return to your life of crime and you would be permitted to stay or leave as you please. If you choose to leave after such an oath, you will be transported to any country of your choosing. If all remains as it is, and you do not reveal your past crimes, or refuse to take an oath that your days of crime are over, then at the end of your sentence here you will be free to leave, but no Mer will transport you. "Before you make your choice, understand that by our laws the most heinous crimes are to do with breaking of oaths and harming the defenceless, and that when we demand you tell us of your past crimes we mean both crimes against our law and the laws of the countries you were in. You should think on this, and not decide now.¡± ¡°What might change that would affect these things?¡± Anastasia asked. ¡°You hold a peace-knife, young one, which is not just physical protection. If you were to give it away, or sell it, that would change many things, and we would have spoken to you of death sentences. The irony of trying the possessor of a peace-knife for a crime relating to war is not lost on us.¡± ¡°And if I turn from my life of crime, what would you expect me to do?¡± ¡°Yuri finds your turning in of destroyers of innocence amusing. I find it a sign of morality in you. Perhaps, if it were your business to enquire about the planned use of honestly obtained medicines, there would be a use for your contacts and negotiating skills. Feel free to discuss this with the one you call Yelena.¡± ¡°That''s not her real name?¡± ¡°No idea. She didn''t decide to tell us a name. Does she know yours?¡± ¡°She thinks I am Antonina, as far as I know.¡±
Atlantis-H, 9.40pm, Tuesday 18th December. ¡°Yelena?¡± Anastasia-Antonina called, ¡°The council say we have a similar decision to make, will you accept my company?¡± Yelena opened the tent-like structure on the inflatable, and peered out. ¡°Similar, or the same?¡± ¡°My pretty knife apparently saves me from any death sentence.¡± ¡°Not the same, then. But come on board, I want to hear how a theatrical prop keeps you safe.¡± When she was on board, Anastasia said: ¡°By being a genuine pre-Roman artefact called a peace-knife. They even told me what the symbols on the blade mean.¡± ¡°You said...¡± ¡°I lie a lot,¡± Anastasia said, ¡°sorry.¡± ¡°I take it your real name''s not Antonina?¡± Yelena asked. Knowing it wasn''t. ¡°Good guess. Anastasia.¡± ¡°And did your dad really buy the knife at a flea market?¡± ¡°Yes. It cost him quite a lot, but that''s what he told me. And because he bought it honestly, and I got it honestly and I''ve only used it for peaceful things. I get to keep it. And now if I want to sell it, I get offered buckets of gemstones and made liable to death sentences. Or I can keep it and if I mis-use it then it''ll need to be melted down and it''s only value is scrap metal.¡± ¡°Gold-containing scrap metal.¡± ¡°Yes, but it''s not the same alloy as their knives use these days, apparently, so my guess is treat as nine-carat gold.¡± ¡°Not quite as good as a bucket of Mer gemstones, then when each one''s probably worth about a house.¡± ¡°That much? Wow.¡± ¡°Hold on, didn''t you use it when you sliced off that rapist''s wedding tackle?¡± ¡°Yeah. That''s called protecting the community from a dangerous shark, which is a good peaceful activity apparently. And I was even merciful, too, since I didn''t kill him.¡± ¡°They''re really into protecting the innocent here.¡± ¡°I know. I agree with them.¡± ¡°How do you square that with selling drugs?¡± Yelena asked. ¡°I grass up people who I know supply kids. Yuri knows, thinks it''s a great laugh.¡± ¡°You... you grass up your own customers?¡± Yelena asked surprised, but pleased. ¡°I tell them, ''I didn''t ask to know that, you probably didn''t want to tell me. But you''ve obviously got a loose tongue. That''s not good in this market. You''re off my approved customer list, and I''m not staying around to learn who else you''ve made that public to.''¡± ¡°How do you tell the cops without getting caught yourself?¡± ¡°These days, I''m registered with the association of pharmaceuticals suppliers, remember? You helped me get the paperwork. I''ve got a contact at the head office who loves getting notes from me, thinks I''m a private investigator.¡± ¡°Wow, you''re good.¡± ¡°You got me the registration, Yelena.¡± ¡°You took it far further that I thought you could,¡± Yelena shook her head, then she added ¡°I''m not cut out for this life any more.¡± ¡°Feel free to step outside. I''m sure some sharks will help.¡± ¡°I meant Yuri''s collective.¡± ¡°Well, I think Yuri''s lost us both, then. I think they''re working out if they want to offer me a legitimate job if I turn my back on crime. I could do with some help on the paperwork front, if you''re willing.¡± Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 4: Condemnation

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 4:Condemnation

Atlantis Council, 9.am, Wednesday 19th December. ¡°What was said next?¡± the elder asked. ¡°Yelena began weeping, eventually she said that something she''d done for Yuri had probably made her shark-food no matter what she said or did. Anastasia asked why, and Yelena told her to read our law herself. Ten minutes later, Anastasia then named someone, and Yelena said ''yes.'' There was no more conversation after that before I went off duty.¡± ¡°So, you wish to share the gospel with them?¡± ¡°Yes, elder.¡± ¡°Good. We will deal with the others. All at once, I think. ¡°Certainly, elder.¡±
Atlantis Council, 9.10.am, Wednesday 19th December. ¡°This is not your trial,¡± the elder said, once more. ¡°This is a pre-trial discussion, seeking to consider things which might affect the trial. We warn you that lying to the council is a serious crime. You all trade in weapons?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± the taller woman said, ¡°I don''t suppose you have some you''d like to sell? Or buy of course. A missile defence system, perhaps?¡± ¡°No, I don''t think so. You sell smaller weapons too?¡± ¡°Everything from hand guns and personal survival gear up. But a missile defence system might have been a bit tricky,¡± the taller man said. ¡°Who do you sell to?¡± ¡°Whoever we trust to pay. Hardware is not cheap.¡± ¡°You would sell to your competitors, even?¡± ¡°We would not trust them to pay,¡± the shorter man said, ¡°they might not live that long.¡± ¡°What did you think of raising the battle flag of the Inner Mer?¡± ¡°Sounded like a good idea to find someone who wasn''t happy with some laws.¡± the taller man said. ¡°Did any of you know that by raising it you were calling for the reopening of a civil war?¡± ¡°No.¡± three of them said quickly. ¡°No,¡± the taller man said, a little slower. ¡°You have just lied to the council,¡± the elder said, ¡°a serious offence.¡± He shrugged, ¡°So sorry. War is good for trade. Our Mer-woman hostess seemed happy though, very happy. Feel free to ask her why.¡± ¡°She has told us why,¡± ¡°And what''s happened to her?¡± he said, thinking to deflect their attention from him. ¡°So far? Nothing.¡± ¡°What will happen to her?¡± ¡°We will now begin your trial-propper.¡± The elder said. ¡°You will hold onto the metal bar in front of you.¡± ¡°Where is our lawyer?¡± ¡°You have no need for a lawyer. Our laws are simple: an oath must be kept, because an oath-breaker is shark or sharkfood. Did you know that raising that flag would be breaking an oath had a Mer done it?¡± they asked the second man. ¡°Yes, but I''m not a Mer.¡± ¡°Our third law upholds the right to personal property. Was the flag yours?¡± ¡°No,¡± all stated in turn. ¡°Was it given to any of you?¡± ¡°No,¡± all stated in turn. ¡°Was it in any way made available to you to use as you did?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± the shorter woman said. ¡°Explain.¡± ¡°She showed us where it was, and did not lock the cupboard.¡± ¡°Why did she not lock the cupboard?¡± ¡°He asked her not to,¡± the taller woman said, indicating the taller man. ¡°He did?¡± the shorter asked, surprised. ¡°Under what pretext?¡± the elder asked. ¡°So we could look at it some more,¡± the taller woman replied. ¡°Where was it in the cupboard?¡± ¡°On the floor.¡± ¡°Did you ask why?¡± ¡°She said she did not want to be accused of flying it.¡± the shorter woman said. ¡°Did she say why not?¡± ¡°Because there was an oath,¡± she answered. ¡°Did she allow you to pick it up?¡± they asked the taller woman. ¡°No. But when she saw it flying, she laughed. She laughed and laughed.¡± ¡°Did she say why she didn''t want you to pick it up?¡± a council member asked the taller man. ¡°Because of the oath. But I never swore an oath about any stupid flag.¡± ¡°Who picked it up?¡± ¡°I did,¡± the taller woman said. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. ¡°Who attached it to the pole?¡± ¡°I did,¡± the shorter woman said. ¡°I wish I hadn''t, but I won''t lie and say I had any thoughts about not doing it at the time.¡± ¡°Your actions convinced her that you had broken the first great oath on her property, with her property, and that pushed her over the edge into insanity. Let any who wish to question further raise their voice.¡± There was silence. ¡°There were four charges against each of you: 1. That you used your landlady''s property against her will; 2. That you so doing, you broke your oaths as guests; 3. That you knew you would be acting against an oath; 4. That you knowingly incited war between the Mer; The first, you have admitted.¡± the elder said, pointing to the two women, ¡°The second is implicit in the first. The third most of you have admitted. And I think there''s no doubt you all knew it. The fourth you ¡°, he focussed on the taller man ¡°denied falsely before the trial, and then implicitly acknowledged you lied to the council.¡± ¡°Let any council member who wishes to question a guilty verdict or raise motives for leniency state them in thought,¡± there was a silent conversation. ¡°Each of you are guilty of breaking your guest-oaths, you are oathbreakers; sharks or shark-food. "You are each guilty of misappropriating the property of your landlady. You may not enter any mer home or vessel undarted. "You are each one guilty of intentionally breaking the first great oath, hoping to entice others to your wrong ways. You are dangerous sharks." The leader focussed his attention on the taller man. ¡°You, dangerous shark, attempted to start a war between Merfolk. You are a dangerous shark of a sort that has not been before this council for many many centuries. This dangerous shark must be darted immediately. The law allows no other sentence: the warmonger shall be stoned.¡± When he had been darted and dragged away, the elder turned to the shorter woman. He said, ¡°You, dangerous shark, have spoken something of remorse. We will not sentence you immediately. Nor will we sentence these other two, as there is the possibility they also will reconsider their actions.¡± ¡°What of the other two?¡± ¡°What of them?¡± ¡°They were just as involved.¡± ¡°They will face justice, but they do not sell the tools of war.¡± ¡°If we are to die, I want to die with my husband,¡± the taller woman said, grabbing his hand and holding it close. ¡°Husband?¡± the shorter woman asked. ¡°When did you two get married?¡± ¡°Last month,¡± the man replied. ¡°You hypocrites! You were still on about marriage being slavery last week!¡± she accused her colleagues. ¡°We decided a little hypocrisy was better than a big row or a fatherless child.¡± the tall woman said, shrugging. ¡°You carry this man''s child?¡± a woman member of the council asked her. ¡°Yes,¡± she replied, uncertain what would come next. The elder of the council stood and stated ¡°Then we do sentence you now, dangerous sharks. Thank the baby, for it has saved your lives. We sentence you to permanent expulsion from our city. Begone from our city and our seas. You will have the mark of one expelled from Atlantis tattooed upon you. We will now discuss where and how you will be left.¡± After some discussion, the elder once more stood. ¡°You will be taken, darted and bound, to the pacific coast of Russia. There you will be left. For the sake of allowing your unborn child a chance of growing up with both parents, we will not tell the authorities where. Perhaps if you avoid causing trouble they will look the other way.¡± ¡°Then, you will alert our friends?¡± ¡°Of course not. We hope you will start new lives, not return to your old ones. Nor will we return your false documents, as they are lies, or your communication devices, as we do not know what plans or plots against this city that you might have on them. We will leave you with your steel knives and perhaps a stick if there are none near. We will leave you near fresh water. As dealers in death and violence we hope that you will thus learn to value life.¡±
Atlantis Council, 9.30 am, Wednesday 19th December. ¡°Mr Ambassador, I don''t particularly pretend to understand why you absented yourself from the trials of your compatriots this morning, but verdicts have been reached,¡± the elder of the Council said. ¡°At no time was a request for consular presence made by the prisoners, elder.¡± ¡°Ah. So it was their choice? ¡°. ¡°Exactly. May I ask about the verdicts?¡± ¡°One clearly knew he was trying to start a civil war, and showed no remorse. He goes to his death.¡± The elder passed his picture to the ambassador. ¡°One showed some remorse for her part, the other woman is pregnant and so we protect the innocent life along with both parents. These three will be tattooed with a mark of expulsion, and we will return them to the territory of the Russian Empire.¡± Three more pictures were passed across. ¡°I will inform my government to expect them.¡± ¡°You may do that, of course. But we wished to give them a chance to repent. They will be left with basic supplies on your pacific coast. Perhaps they will decide to fish rather than take up their old trade.¡± ¡°Which was?¡± ¡°Weapons. These four we have convicted traded in arms for an anarchist black-market trader called Yuri. You will have their wrist units and any other information we can supply.¡± ¡°And the last two?¡± The ambassador indicated the two pictures still on the table. ¡°The last two are not as dangerous.¡± He tapped Anastasia''s picture, and continued, ¡°This one, named Anastasia, was a maker of contacts in the black market medicine trade. Yuri''s organisation is happy to sell all kinds of drugs, but apparently she is not. Instead she regularly denounced pharmacists who also corrupted your youth with illegal drugs. Apparently with Yuri''s approval.¡± ¡°She''s the one with the knife, yes?¡± ¡°Yes. She probably does not realise it yet, but the laws surrounding that ancient blade mean we must treat her much as we would an ambassador.¡± ¡°An ambassador? Who''s?¡± ¡°Each peace-knife was unique, but the descriptions are not a hundred percent certain after all these centuries, some records have been lost. Our archivists believe she might carry the peace-knife of the king of Troy, or perhaps of Knossos. But it is the knife which offers her the protection, not the one to whom it was first given.¡± ¡°So if someone stole it from her...¡± ¡°Her father bought it honestly, she is his heir. If any took it from her by force, their life would be instantly forfeit. Whatever she is found guilty of, she will not be returned to your soil unless she asks it.¡± ¡°And the other?¡± ¡°This other one would not deal in any kind of drugs or weapons, though false paperwork seemed to be acceptable to her. Now, she plans to leave her life of crime entirely. She did not consent to the raising of the flag.¡± ¡°A paragon of virtue, then?¡± The ambassador asked, looking at Yelena''s picture. Something about it grabbed his attention far more than the others. She, like he, was in her mid-thirties, and he was still unsure why he''d been made ambassador. Why had he thought of that? She had an attractive face. And a familiar one too. Intelligent-looking and attractive. He wondered why she looked so familiar, but he couldn''t bring a name to mind. It was going to bug him. ¡°Hardly a paragon of virtue,¡± the Elder said, ¡°but I think this Yelena is not a dangerous shark.¡± The name finally kicked the ambassador''s synapses into firing.
Atlantis-2, 9.30.am, Wednesday 19th December. ¡°Pay attention everyone!¡± Zelda called to the assorted teenagers, ¡°No, I mean really pay attention.¡± Eventually they calmed down, ¡°This afternoon, as you know, we were supposed to be going on a tour of the city''s engines.¡± There were groans from several boys at the thought that the anticipated tour of mega-engineering was going to be cancelled. ¡°At about noon, the engines will be started, because Atlantis is moving. There''s a reason for that: the city is currently fairly close to a small island, we''re moving away from it. So we''re going for the tour now.¡± The boys who''d groaned cheared. ¡°Why are we leaving the island?¡± one of the children asked. ¡°Because at low tide, an oath-breaker who knew what the green flag meant but still chose to fly it will be left there to drown.¡± ¡°But... that''s horrible.¡± Mia said. ¡°He wanted to break a great oath, one that would condemn all Mer as oath-breakers. He didn''t care if he re-started the war between the Inner and Outer Mer. The reason? He wanted to find people to sell him rock-cutters so that he could sell them to criminal gangs. We expect they would use them to rob banks, free murderers, steal whole arsenals of guns and even tanks, and terrorise innocent people. Basically, he wanted to bring about an end to law and order for hundreds of thousands of people. That is horrible.¡± ¡°But to leave him to drown...¡± ¡°He has time to dwell on the lives he wanted to ruin and has ruined,¡± Zelda said, ¡°perhaps he will repent, but he knew he was breaking laws and did not care. Get ready to go, young people, you will soon see the world''s biggest Sterling-engine, and as long as you promise not to put your heads or any other bits of your anatomy anywhere they might get crushed, you might get to help start it too.¡± Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 5:Yelenas history

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 5:Yelena''s history.

Atlantis Council 10am, Wednesday 19th December. ¡°Your name is Yelena?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°The ambassador of Russia asks if you know you can ask for his services.¡± ¡°I know, but cannot think the Tsar will be welcoming me home.¡± ¡°Do you actively object to the ambassador''s presence here?¡± ¡°Actively object? No.¡± A warrior opened the door and the ambassador was ushered into the courtroom. Yelena wasn''t entirely surprised that the man from the harbour was the ambassador, but she was when he bowed formally to her and handed her a note, and sat down on the opposite side of the room. She read, ''Yelena Petrichna, what has happened to us both in these years since school? Know these are good people. Stern, unwavering, unflinching, but forgiving. As always your servant, Mikhail Aleksandrovich.'' Mikhail? How could Mikhail become an ambassador? She searched his face, distracted from her own situation. Yes, he''d put on weight ¡ª hardly difficult, he''d been a scrawny spotty youth ¡ª but it was him. She had been the studious one people said would end up in high office. He, the class comedian people said would come to a bad end. And he had always been the moth to her candle, she remembered. Often trailing smoke as she sent him packing. Oh, how cruel she''d been to him. And yet now he was sending her notes in class once more. Not class, though. She was on trial for capital crimes. She looked at Mikhail, and mouthed ''sorry'' as a tear ran down her cheek. ¡°Have you reached your decision, Yelena?¡± the elder of the council asked. ¡°Will you admit to us your crimes?¡± ¡°I thank the court for the time it has given me. I freely turn from my past crimes, and recognising my old schoolmate across from me, I regret them more than ever. I am truly tempted to cast myself on the mercy of this court, but I know by your laws I have done things that deserve death.¡± ¡°You are not decided then?¡± ¡°I am decided. I do not cast myself on this court''s mercy, for I deserve none. But I do not run from my fate either. So in front of you all ¡ª even in front of this man who, when we were sixteen, often protested his love for me and I rejected with cruel heartless words he did not deserve ¡ª in front of you all I declare myself guilty of the death of an innocent baby.¡± Having said this, Yelena sat down, bowed her head, and waited. ¡°Young one,¡± the elder said, ¡°it is the court''s role to declare guilt or innocence, not the prisoner''s. So speak, and we will listen, or if, now you know that the imperial ambassador is an old friend perhaps you prefer he not be present?¡± ¡°I have no objection to Mikhail Aleksandrovich hearing of my life since I last saw him.¡± She told of how she had been frustrated at the imperial university. People with good connections seemed to obtain the best rooms, the best tutors, the best grades. She''d worked hard but achieved only mediocre grades. Mistakes she made cost her dearly, while those same mistakes were overlooked in students with connections. She lodged a challenge against the marking of one paper. That one went up by one percent, but all her other grades were lowered still further as the lecturers ganged up to put her in her place. During practical sessions, her equipment came from the back of the cupboards and she often needed to repair it before it could be used. The other students, who all had connections at court or in the military were given equipment still in its original wrapping. She was classed as a nobody who refused to recognise her place. She made friends with others in the same category. One, Svetlana, introduced her to her lover, Yuri. Yuri was a charismatic figure and Yelena was quickly drawn into his circle, where Yelena''s electronics skills were much appreciated. Yuri had contacts of another sort, and she found that her professors with bad habits started to mark her papers more fairly. That became especially true after a certain recording was anonymously posted on the university''s recruitment pages. It consisted of a lecturer calling a colleague, and asking about who among the students had contacts where. Yelena''s name got mentioned as having no contacts, and a third voice was heard saying ''oh no, none at all, we don''t exist do we?'', followed by a voice of someone asking to talk to a colonel in the security services. The response had clearly been edited in, but the fact that the original recording itself was genuine had the lecturer concerned looking worriedly over his shoulders for the next month. Especially when his apartment was broken into but nothing taken apart from marking records, which were later handed in to the university office by someone in smart clothes and mirrored glasses. Yelena had been amazed how Yuri and his contacts had managed to pull it off, but they had. Suddenly everyone on the university staff was utterly convinced that she had contacts in the secret police. When she was privately asked by the dean of the faculty why she hadn''t told them, she depreciatingly replied that she had no desire to be accused of profiting from her contacts. Everyone profited from their contacts, except those who''s direct or indirect access to the Tsar meant they needed to stay scrupulously clean. So, it was immediately taken to mean that she had far more influence than they even suspected so far. Doors opened, her papers were marked as generously as anyone else''s, she got the same equipment as everyone else. Soon, she had the pleasure of seeing her name at the top of the class. Except she knew how hollow the victory was, and how hard it was going to be to make progress in the connection-obsessed world beyond university without someone like Yuri doing with smoke and mirrors what others did with real power. When he asked her to work for him, there was no question she would. Soon after university, Svetlana had become ill. Yelena''s false reputation, growing stronger each time she used it, got Svetlana into the best hospital, and seen by the best doctors. It was cancer, and she was pregnant. Svetlana was not likely to live unless she had the operation, but the operation would kill the baby. Yuri hadn''t known Svetlana was pregnant, hadn''t wanted a child, and didn''t want a child. He couldn''t imagine himself as a father, but he did want Svetlana to live. He begged Yelena to persuade Svetlana to have the operation, but Svetlana refused, putting the life of the little girl, who she said she''d name Yelena, above her own. At Yuri''s request, Yelena forged her friend''s signature on the consent forms. The operation was only a partial success. The cancer was too aggressive, and had advanced too far. Three months later, Svetlana was dead. ¡°She would be ten years old now, little Yelena Yurichna, if I hadn''t signed her death warrant. And Yuri is a good father. Svetlana insisted he choose another who would be his lover after she died. She interviewed candidates herself in those last months when she knew she was dying, so when he chose Natasha everyone knew Svetlana approved of her too. And she gave Natasha very explicit instructions to move in immediately she was dead, and about how she wanted to be buried. Then I saw her, tampering with Natasha''s contraceptives, a couple of weeks before she died. Svetlana had clear, long-term plans. And she asked me, demanded of me, that I tell Yuri he''d made a mistake in trying to save her life, and he should have thought longer term. That was always Yuri''s line: try to think longer term. She was right, being a father has really helped Yuri make longer term plans.¡± ¡°Your friend knew you signed?¡± a woman on the council asked. ¡°Yes. She saw me do it.¡± ¡°But you take the blame yourself?¡± she pressed. ¡°Yuri couldn''t fake her signature. Svetlana refused to sign.¡± ¡°But she knew you could. And that you would, if Yuri asked?¡± ¡°Still, she begged me not to,¡± Yelena said. ¡°But she could have denied signing it, couldn''t she?¡± Mikhail asked. No one seemed to mind. ¡°You think the medics didn''t know? They knew, they just needed a passable signature.¡± ¡°You don''t think someone else would have signed?¡± Mikhail asked. ¡°No. Not back then, not against my will and Svetlana''s. The two of us against Yuri? No contest, they knew their life would be a misery.¡± ¡°Yelena?¡± Mikhail asked, ¡°Are you still so significant in the organisation?¡± ¡°I don''t get on as well with Natasha as Svetlana, if that''s what you mean. Not after she found out why her contraceptive pills tasted like sugar so often. More of Svetlana''s long-range plans.¡± ¡°But you''re second or third in charge?¡± ¡°You think an anarchist collective has ranks? No ranks. Yuri is a real anarchist, not the dictator that everyone thinks. He''s going to laugh so much at the thought of me and Anastasia turning to Christ. Laughing is good for him.¡± ¡°You like Yuri?¡± Mikhail asked. ¡°Yuri is a charismatic person who looks after people. He''s got a few bad points, but a lot of good ones. For the past twelve years he''s been like my big brother. Yes, I like him.¡± ¡°You''re not planning to give enough information to turn him in then, I presume?¡± Mikhail said. ¡°You want his home address, or his children''s names? Absolutely not.¡± ¡°But he does supply guns and drugs that put children at risk?¡± the elder asked. ¡°Without Yuri, the collective would probably go sour and turn into just another gang or fly apart. I don''t know. But like I say, Yuri doesn''t control what people do. But on the other hand... not many people we work with put children at risk.¡± ¡°But people think Yuri is in control?¡± another council member asked. ¡°Anastasia told me what she told you, that Yuri doesn''t accept failures happily, and said we should fly the flag. I don''t know where people get these ideas from. I was there when he said what she interpreted as saying to try flying that flag. His words were ''Oh, that''s interesting. Do you think it''ll work?'' I said ''No, it''ll just get people upset'', and he asked for any other opinions. He always asks for other opinions. You tell him the sky''s blue on a summer day and he''ll ask if there are any other opinions. He expects people to take the consequences of their own decisions and not pull others into them unwillingly. He asked me to come along on this crazy jaunt as a voice of reason, and since I wanted to see your lovely city so I said OK. I''m pretty sure he didn''t expect them to just go and stick that flag out of the window the moment my back was turned.¡± The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°Whose idea was the foot-mutilation?¡± ¡°Sven, the tall guy who fancied himself a leader. He claimed he knew about where webbing went on feet. It turns out he knew about frogs, not Mer. It took all of one walk towards the swimming pool for me to feel like drowning the guy. I warned him: get it wrong and it''s far worse than nothing. The idiot.¡± ¡°What were the aims of the trip?¡± ¡°Sven''s? He really wanted one of your rock-cutters. Or more. I tried to tell him how both you and I''d rather see him slice his own head off than sell one to his normal contacts. Anastasia was thinking how amazingly useful some of your darts might be, especially a regular supply. Mine was to look out for other trade opportunities, preferably something nice and light like information, or favours, and also to try and make sure that what the others came up with wasn''t going to destabilise world order and pull the plug if necessary. The other three were late-addition buddies of Sven.¡± ¡°When you say, ''pull the plug'', what do you mean?¡± a councilwoman asked. ¡°I mean deprive Sven of the further opportunity to continue polluting the planet, preferably in a way that kept him quiet too. Arrange an accident, or turn him in.¡± ¡°This was your role from Yuri?¡± she pressed. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Did the others know this?¡± the Elder asked. ¡°No.¡± ¡°Is it a role you''ve carried out before?¡± another asked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And you''ve stopped things before?¡± ¡°I''ve usually been persuasive enough that I didn''t need to, but yes. There have been occasions when I needed to take a firm hand.¡± ¡°But you''ve not formally got a rank,¡± Mikhail confirmed. ¡°Oh, I have lots of ranks, in various databases. I entered quite a few of them myself. But there are no formal ranks within the collective.¡± ¡°But would Yuri tell people to listen to you?¡± ¡°He would expect it, and ask them why it didn''t happen.¡± ¡°For my report to home on their sentencing,¡± Mikhail said, ¡°would you be willing to give me some genuine information on Sven and the other three? I suspect that none of their various documents are correct.¡± ¡°If I''m able to. What will happen to them, may I ask?¡± ¡°The taller male will be executed,¡± the Elder said, ¡°The other three will be left on the Imperial pacific coast, where we hope they will learn to value life more. It strikes me, young one, that perhaps you do not want to list all your crimes for us to tell the authorities of the world.¡± ¡°It would certainly take a lot of the council''s time,¡± Yelena said. ¡°You have killed?¡± ¡°I have killed men like Sven, who were planning terrible things for no real purpose except to line their own pockets.¡± ¡°Can you give an example?¡± ¡°One planned a raid on a weapons factory. He planned to set off a large explosion in a school, which was next door. I posed as a temporary teacher at the school and after I had taught the children their electronics lesson I followed him to the storeroom where he was assembling the bomb. I drove a pair of needle-nosed pliers through his ear and into his brain before he could finish.¡± Mikhail looked at his former classmate in awe, ¡°I read of that! They said you were an undercover agent in the secret service and were personally decorated by the Tsar for stopping the attack!¡± ¡°I said I had lots of ranks,¡± Yelena said, shrugging. ¡°Yuri thought it was very funny when I told him the Tsar needs to learn to brush his teeth better.¡± ¡°You are an agent of the Imperial Secret Service?¡± Mikhail asked. Yelena shrugged, ¡°If the Tsar thinks I am, does that make it true? I was certainly never formally recruited, but Yuri suggested I give myself a rank in their database and ever since then they''ve given me a salary and promotions too. I wonder sometimes, if Yuri''s little collective is an anarchist cell which has managed to infiltrate bits of the secret service, or if it''s actually an ultra-deep cover bit of the secret service which has taken over the leadership of an anarchist cell. Yuri laughed and told me not to worry the others about such deep philosophy.¡± ¡°It matters,¡± Mikhail said. ¡°To you, your excellency Mikhail Aleksandrovich, but does it matter to these good judges about to condemn me to death, or to me, about to die?¡± ¡°It matters about what I put in my report, if nothing else.¡± ¡°I think, Misha, you are making up excuses. Your report only needs to say that last night I made my peace with God and after sleeping very well I confessed my past involvement in the death of a baby soon after university. And that I thereby earned myself what I hope will be a quick and painless death at the hands of these good people who count the protection of innocent life as the most fundamental value. You may also write that I apologised to you for tormenting you as a teenager, if you like, but it''s never wise to write too much about agents in the secret service. I certainly would suggest you make no mention of Yuri in your reports. He is, after all, in the databases as my superior, and I''ve presently got a rank of colonel.¡± ¡°But you say it''s a falsification!¡± Mikhail protested. ¡°The Tsar bestowed it on me himself, Misha. It''s a lovely joke, but I think it''s gone on too long to say it''s entirely false. Or maybe the only falsehood was when I was told I was starting to work for an anarchist cell. We certainly seem to have a lot of principles we uphold. None of us were impressed when we heard about the plan to blow up the school.¡± ¡°Colonel, you have been very frank and open with us, let us be frank and open with you. This court will not condemn you to death for your terrible choice between potentially saving a friend and potentially saving the potential life she carried. Cancer can cross the placenta, although it is rare, so you cannot know the child would have lived. We find that you are guilty of overstaying your visa, of entering our city under false pretenses, and of failure to exercise suitable control of those under your authority. As you have turned to Christ, we no longer believe that your presence in the city is a threat to others. Since we have very limited numbers of holding cells, while we decide on a suitable sentence, we ask that the imperial ambassador confine you within the embassy, and deny you any access to external communications. Is the ambassador willing and able to do these things?¡± ¡°I am most willing, but I''m not sure how I can deny her access to information from outside,¡± the ambassador said. ¡°We do not want her sending information to the outside. We have no worries about her hearing from the outside,¡± ¡°As she is an electronics expert, even that might prove most difficult, Elder,¡± the ambassador pointed out. ¡°I will not break the terms of my confinement,¡± Yelena said, ¡°but for clarity, might I ask exactly what they are? Am I to be locked incommunicado in a cell?¡± ¡°We will require your oath that you will not seek to communicate with anyone outside Atlantis in any form or manner, nor respond should someone get a message to you from outside Atlantis. We require that you do not leave the embassy complex. Any further restrictions are a matter for the ambassador.¡± ¡°I swear I will keep within these parameters, unless ordered by the high council of Atlantis or other person of authority.¡± Yelena said.
Embassy of Russia, 12.30pm, Wednesday 19th December. ¡°You seem inordinately happy, Misha,¡± Yelena said as the three of them walked to the embassy. ¡°Should I not be, Lena? Not only have they not executed you, they''ve made you my house-guest, so I don''t even need to go very far to bore you with my jokes.¡± ¡°Your jokes are not boring.¡± ¡°No? That''s not what you used to think.¡± ¡°That''s not what I used to say, Misha. I was a heartless immature teenager.¡± ¡°And now you are very much a beautiful mature woman.¡± ¡°You''re not still in love with me, are you Misha? It''s been almost half a life-time.¡± ¡°I look forward to finding out, if you will allow me.¡± ¡°You know very little about me since our childhood, and I even less about you.¡± ¡°The council have given us at least a fortnight to solve that.¡± ¡°Anastasia is also your house-guest, Misha.¡± ¡°What a fortunate man I am, to have two beautiful women as house-guests. The soldiers will be queuing up to bask in the glow of your exotic company.¡± ¡°Yes. I was sort of afraid of that,¡± Anastasia replied. ¡°I hope you have no need to fear, knife-bearer. If you do feel any of them are scary, tell me. Or Lena, if she''s willing to let certain titles she''s got drop.¡± ¡°Titles?¡± ¡°Rank, he means, Nastya,¡± she said, using the informal version of her name, ¡°I hold a certain rank in a certain organisation. But it''s not exactly common knowledge and it''s not exactly congruous with me being a prisoner.¡± ¡°That''s why we''re not going to use that word, ladies,¡± Mikhail said firmly, as they turned the corner to the embassy. ¡°Captain!¡± he called the captain of the guard over. ¡°Sir?¡± ¡°The High Council of Atlantis asks we give house-room to these two ladies for about two weeks. They''ve both reached the limit of their tourist visa and have asked the council if they can stay even longer. As Yelena Petrichna here is an old school-friend of mine, and Anastasia is her colleague, I said I had no objection to them using one of the guest rooms. Pass the word among the men not to disturb our guests.¡± ¡°Is there any connection to the other matter, sir?¡± he looked suspiciously at Yelena and Anastasia. ¡°Yes, Captain. I was at the Council learning of the resolution of that matter when I learned of this one. The ladies are Christians, not anarchists.¡± ¡°We also had the misfortune to be staying in the same area as the anarchist gun-runners, captain.¡± Yelena said, recognising the captain as having been an onlooker during their arrest. "And were detained at the same time, but I assure you the Tsar is not in the habit of handing out stars of gallantry to anarchists.¡± The star wasn''t her highest military honour, but it would do. ¡°You were awarded a star of gallantry?¡± It was awarded for bravery under fire. ¡°Some years ago, but after I had been promoted from captain. You understand of course I''m not in the regular forces.¡± ¡°But you still hold rank?¡± ¡°I do, captain, but it is not a matter for public discussion. Let us pretend I''m only here because his excellency used to write me bad poetry.¡± ¡°I understand, maam.¡± ¡°Bad poetry?¡± Mikhail queried as he led them into the compound. ¡°I could quote some if you like, Misha, but it might embarrass us both.¡± ¡°I didn''t think I''d ever written you poetry, Lena¡± Mikhail said. ¡°Maybe you need a reminder,¡± she teased. ¡°I''m all ears,¡± Anastasia said. ¡°That''s what I was afraid of.¡±
Karella and Christoph''s house, Atlantis, 12:45pm, Wednesday, 19th December ¡°So, can you explain to me something, Elder?¡± Karella asked. ¡°I can certainly try.¡± ¡°Why did you decide that you needed a whole two weeks to decide what to do with them?¡± ¡°Oh, we didn''t quite say that, your majesty,¡± the elder explained, ¡°but we did feel that both from the point of view of giving the women time to learn more about God and giving our Ambassador and his old friend time to explore their feelings was the kindest thing to do. I don''t know if she realised, but her thoughts during a lot of her confession kept going back to about how badly she''d treated him as a teenager. We''re quite convinced ¡ª and so is she ¡ª that she is a secret services agent, but she is so deep cover that she hardly ever gets real orders.¡± ¡°And this Yuri also?¡± ¡°Yes, your majesty. He''s at least a lieutenant general, quite possibly a full general. Based on her thoughts, he finds it very gratifying when his pet anarchists do good purely for the sake of their consciences, and end up restraining one another ¡ª not to mention their contacts ¡ª better than anything he could do.¡± ¡°Hmmm. What a way to run things! But presumably this great experiment has the approval of the Tsar?¡± ¡°It must have, your majesty.¡± ¡°Technically, this Yelena''s presence ought to break the embargo on military Russians, shouldn''t it?¡± ¡°She arrived here three months ago, before it was put in place. But, certainly she wouldn''t be allowed back in. Unless you wished to grant an exception.¡± ¡°I don''t think we''d want to do that,¡± Karella said, ¡°much as we like Mikhail.¡± ¡°No, majesty. So, since there were strong emotions involved we felt that giving them some time together would be beneficial.¡± ¡°Good call. And what about Anastasia?¡± Karella asked. ¡°She is not, as far as we know, aware of her connection to the Russian secret services. But perhaps Yelena has told her by now. My feeling is that there could be good reasons for enlisting her help in dealing with the pharmaceutical industry.¡± ¡°I would love to hear them.¡± ¡°Firstly, she''s independent which brings with it a lack of bias, secondly she''s aware of quality issues, and presumably has ways of verifying quality independently. That is quite advantageous, I think. Thirdly, she is aware of reasonable costs.¡± ¡°Oh, so you''re not actually suggesting we feed money to the Russian secret service''s black operations network, but employ her outside it?¡± ¡°Exactly. But that does remind me. Yelena''s description of Yuri is of someone who might be concerned about her. And there might be strategic reasons for having our ambassador there dropping him a personal message.¡± ¡°Letting him know what''s happened to his little team, you mean?¡± ¡°Not to mention a demonstration of your majesty''s power to find people.¡± ¡°Hmm. I''ll give it some thought.¡±
Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 6: Redemption

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 6:Redemption

Karella''s office, Atlantis, 11am, Thursday 20th December ¡°Hello, your Excellency, Yelena, Anastasia.¡± Karella greeted them, ¡°thank you for coming. Do have a seat.¡± ¡°Your majesty,¡± Mikhail greeted her, ¡°I do admit some confusion about why you''ve invited us all.¡± ¡°Oh, that''s easy. I want to talk to your guests and didn''t want you worried.¡± ¡°Thank you, your majesty,¡± ¡°From the transcript of your trials, ladies, it seems to me that your friend Yuri might be the sort of person who''d be concerned about you, especially when he hears that four people were charged in connection with the flag. Does that sound likely?¡± ¡°Sorry, your majesty,¡± Anastasia said, shaking her head, ¡°You''re worried that the leader of a group of anarchists who tried to start a civil war among your people might loose some sleep because two of them aren''t accounted for? I don''t understand.¡± ¡°I''m thinking that a man Yelena described as like her big brother might be worried for her, and I''m wondering if our ambassador walking up to your front door with a small Christmas gift for his children and reassurances of your continued good health might be appropriate or whether he might take that as a very threatening act.¡± ¡°Don''t think I''m going to tell you that information,¡± Yelena said. ¡°You don''t need to. At the moment Yuri is in a meeting in this office here,¡± Karella said, turning the screen so Yelena could see the map she was looking at. ¡°His youngest boy is practising for a school play in the building next door. The adults in the room are trying very hard not to laugh at some of the mistakes that are being made, and Natasha is among them. She''s just starting to guess she''s pregnant again, and I''d strongly recommend it be her last pregnancy. I have the gift of knowing things, Yelena. What''s harder to do is judge how people I don''t know will react.¡± ¡°You could just be saying those things.¡± ¡°Why would I bother? Last night, Yuri and Natasha were in another building, which I won''t show Mikhail. Thank you, Mikhail, well, since he''s turned away it was there, their room was in this corner. We''ve zoomed out again so you can look back, Mikhail. In the L-shaped next door room there were two little boys. In the room beside that, the one with the big fireplace, was another boy. I''ll leave it vague about other children, but I could of course give you their names. However, I''m not sure Mikhail knows them or their number or should know them. Your parents live not very far away, I can show your which room of the building they were in if you want me to, Yelena. I also know where your mother is right now and I''m fairly certain Mikhail shouldn''t know that either though I''m sure you can guess.¡± Yelena nodded weakly. Her mother would be directing the school play. ¡°So,¡± Karella continued, ¡°I can do that sort of thing, I reach out and the knowledge is there. I can direct my ambassador to intercept Yuri and Natasha in the street, or anywhere else for that matter, and give them a message. But I don''t want to terrify, I want to reassure. From your reaction, I think terror is the more likely reaction.¡± ¡°From Natasha, certainly,¡± Anastasia agreed. ¡°Yuri will worry also. His children are precious to him,¡± Yelena said. ¡°Whose are not?¡± Karella asked. ¡°So, option two, do nothing. Option three, after she''s finished what she''s doing at the moment, you call your mother, and tell her you''ve become a Christian, run into your old friend Mikhail here and you and a friend are staying with him at the moment.¡± ¡°I have taken a vow not to contact anyone.¡± ¡°Nor to leave the Embassy. Well done for adding that exception. You are not seeking to send a message, I am. By the way, Yelena, Mikhail probably does not want you to leave Atlantis, even for a day, because then he''d not see you for another three years. Blame idiotic soldiers on Mars for that one.¡± ¡°I hadn''t thought of that,¡± Mikhail said, ¡°Thank you, Karella.¡± ¡°I don''t understand any of this.¡± Yelena said. ¡°Which bits?¡± Karella asked, ¡°My concern for Mikhail''s loneliness, my concern for those who care for you, or my concern for a new sister in Christ? Number two comes from points one and three. I don''t need to look into the future or invade Mikhail''s thought processes to see he''s got plans to get to know you much much better, my dear. I don''t see you objecting too much either. Anastasia, if it gets too much, feel free to ask for alternative accommodation. The council will be talking to you soon anyway. I presume you''re not covered by the travel ban, are you?¡± ¡°You mean leaving the embassy?¡± Anastasia asked. ¡°No, I mean the one that says no Russian military officers come to Atlantis.¡± Karella answered. ¡°Oh. Why would that affect me?¡± ¡°Because it does. You''re a senior lieutenant, if I remember right,¡± Yelena said. ¡°That''s just some rubbish in a database, isn''t it? Though I think I got a promotion to captain a few months back.¡± ¡°That''s the great thing about Yuri''s organisation. Flexible promotion opportunities. I bet it happened soon after you told him about grassing up someone significant.¡± ¡°You mean...¡± ¡°Believe me, Anastasia,¡± Karella said, ¡°if your Tsar thinks its a real rank, it''s as real a rank as it gets. Sadly it means you''re stuck here for three years or you don''t come back if you go.¡± ¡°You''ve got a beautiful city, your majesty. And I believe the rather impressive captain of the embassy guard might be a Christian, am I right, Mr Ambassador?¡± ¡°You are right,¡± Mikhail said, ¡°and yes, he''s single and yes he''s feeling stuck here.¡± ¡°Oh, well, what a choice. Boredom or cultivating the company of a military gentleman with a distinguished career. If I''m a legitimate officer...¡± The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. ¡°I did take the liberty of finding Yuri''s formal rank.¡± Karella said. ¡°It''s quite high isn''t it?¡± Yelena said, silently begging Karella not to reveal it. ¡°Yes. I think we can be assured that your Tsar knows his name and what he''s been doing.¡± ¡°Subverting subversive elements,¡± Yelena said with sudden insight, ¡°tapping destructive forces and channelling them towards productive ends. Which is what made this operation such a disaster in every respect.¡± ¡°Oh, I don''t know.¡± Karella said, ¡°You were put into a position where you were pushed past your personal resources and learned to understand your need for God. Yuri and his wife will be quite pleased, I''m sure.¡± ¡°His wife? They''re married?¡± Yelena asked. ¡°Oh, yes. Now, Yelena, you''ve got a phone call to make.¡±
A school in St Petersburg, Russia, Thursday 20th December ¡°Hello, Mother. Her Majesty Karella Farspeaker, Empress of the Deeps and Shallows, Queen of all Mer, sends you greetings from Atlantis. She wanted me to let you know I''m all right, and I became a Christian, and do you remember Mikhail Aleksandrovich from school? He''s the ambassador here and is firmly intending to do a better job of wooing me than he did at school.¡± ¡°Yelena, where are you really? I hardly know when you''re being serious.¡± ¡°I''m standing in Queen Karella''s office in Atlantis, mother, and his Excellency Mikhail Aleksandrovich is just hovering beside me, probably wondering if he should say something formal, crack a joke, or whether he''d get slapped if he tries kissing me.¡± ¡°You sound happy dear.¡± ¡°Of course I''m happy, mum, I''m a Christian, my friend Anastasia who''s normally called Antonina''s a Christian, and Mikhail''s been a Christian since university. But I''m not sure when I''m coming home though. If I leave then I can''t come back to see Mikhail for almost three years, because of what that soldier tried on Mars. You do remember Mikhail, don''t you mother?¡± ¡°The spotty lad you couldn''t stand?¡± ¡°The one who wrote me that poem I had framed, yes, mother.¡± ¡°I thought you couldn''t stand him.¡± ¡°So did I, back then. But why did I frame his poem and memorise it then?¡± ¡°I never could work that out.¡± ¡°Because I liked his mind, mother, but was too vain to admit I could be attracted to someone with so many spots. He''s not spotty now though, so we''re working out if there''s more than old memories and wistful thinking between us.¡± ¡°Your friend Natasha is here.¡± ¡°Can you put her on?¡± After some fumbling at the other end, Yelena heard Natasha''s voice. ¡°Yelena?¡± ¡°Natasha, can my mother hear?¡± ¡°Not now.¡± ¡°It all went wrong. Sven pushed ahead with his mad scheme and was executed as an instigator of civil war. The late additions are being deported, I''m not allowed to say where to. But the court was merciful on Antonina and me, and it''s turned to good. We are now Christians and are guests of my school-time suitor Mikhail Aleksandrovich, who is much improved without acne. Technically it''s house arrest. Her Majesty has asked me to make this call, so no one would worry, but otherwise we''re incommunicado.¡± ¡°You are treated well?¡± ¡°Very well. Misha might even manage to refrain from proposing until the new year if I don''t tease him or flutter my eyelids at him too much. I only say that because it used to be almost a weekly event.¡± ¡°Eyelid-fluttering or him proposing?¡± Natasha asked, bemused at the change of topic as well as the thought of Yelena fluttering her eyelids at anyone. ¡°Oh, the latter. I don''t think I ever fluttered my eyelids at you did I?¡± ¡°No, Lena, you were studiously trying to resist my charms, not encourage them.¡± On the spur of the moment, Yelena added ¡°Natasha, know this, also. I am convinced I have fallen among good people. If the Mer ever surprise you, then assume their motivation is good.¡± ¡°Thank you for saying that, Yelena,¡± Karella said, ¡°And please pass on this message from me, as one mother to another.¡± Yelena translated that, and Karella said ¡°By my gift, I have seen the name predestined for the unborn daughter you carry, Natasha.¡± Yelena happily translated that. Karella then continued ¡°But I pray for you. For by my gift I have also just seen disturbing news: that you and she will need both prayers and medical help, and soon. You think of your blood pressure, but that is not the only problem. Take your husband with you to your doctor soon, in the next few days, but do not give in to despair, for I do see hope for both you and your little one. It should not be a choice of one life or the other.¡± ¡°Cancer?¡± Natasha asked, full of fear. ¡°No,¡± Karella replied, ¡°It is not cancer. I can seek answers to yes and no questions like that, and I asked the Lord that one. I also just asked if it were a problem the surgeons here could help with. The answer was yes. I do not know if that is because it is a simple operation, or because although our facilities are behind yours in many ways, perhaps our techniques are better suited to this problem. So, I issue to you an invitation: if you feel you will receive better care here, you may come: you, accompanied by your husband and your children. I will alert our ambassador there, just in case.¡± ¡°Why? Why do you do this?¡± ¡°Because life is precious, because Yelena is my friend Mikhail''s friend, and you are hers. But mostly because God led me to see your need, and he does not normally lead me to pry so deeply into another woman''s secrets. Your husband''s meeting is just finishing. Now would be a good time to call him, I think.¡±
Karella and Christoph''s home. Thursday 20th December, 2pm [Zelda, I have a quick question for you.] [Yes, Karella?] [Your guillemot, any news on it?] [You mean, the one we ordered yesterday morning? I don''t think so.] [I''m being far too optimistic to think it might be ready for a medical evacuation in a couple of hours, aren''t I? Bother.] [Has Boris even finished the designs?] [Yes, I think so. If it is ready, would you be willing?] [You need a guillemot?] [A flying fish might work, an Albatross would probably be better though. I think a guillemot would save some time, and time might be of the essence.] [What''s the medical emergency?] [Something going wrong with a pregnancy. Both in danger. It''s entirely possible that they can do it in St Petersburg, but God showed me the woman needed help for some reason.] [St Petersburg?] [I know. Just the place to evacuate someone from. The sea''s three quarters frozen across the whole gulf of Finland, Russia is still smarting from our warning, and we''re offering to medically evacuate the wife of one of their top generals in the secret service.] [But I''m only bringing the wife?] [I''ve invited her husband and four boys too.] [What does that do to the ban on Russian military?] [Saving innocent lives takes priority.] [OK, I''m not complaining.] [But you''ll probably be taking a friend of theirs, new Christian by the name of Yelena, who used to be an almost-anarchist. She''s the one who didn''t consent to the flag getting flown. She''s actually a deep cover secret service agent, with a rank of colonel.] [I count that as eight people on board.] [I''m sure you''ll survive, It''s not a long journey, after all.]
St Petersburg hospital, 11am, Friday 21st December ¡°I am sorry, general, you were misinformed. There is no hope for the foetus. We can save your wife''s life, though it is good you came quickly, another couple of weeks and it would not be so sure.¡± ¡°My wife was informed that there would be risks, but that both could survive.¡± ¡°It is not possible. Whoever told her this is just medically ignorant and should be struck off the medical lists. The foetus is implanted in the wrong place.¡± ¡°The person who told her this was Queen Karella of Atlantis, who did not know what was wrong exactly, but stated that God had assured her the child could survive.¡± ¡°Well that''s another count against that myth then, if you ask me, sir. It is just not possible,¡± the doctor said. ¡°We will of course operate quickly, and your wife will be home for the new year.¡± ¡°You will not operate,¡± Yuri said, holding Natasha''s hand, as she smiled up at him. ¡°We will accept her majesty''s invitation to Atlantis. What you will do is supply all relevant medical records to the Atlantis Embassy within half an hour.¡±
Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 7: Flight of the Guillemot

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 7:Flight of the Guillemot

Guillemot 1, 12:30pm, St Petersburg time, Friday 21st December ¡°St Petersburg flight control, Atlantis Spaceship Guillemot One, approaching your advisory area from the south west, at Mach six horizontal, flight level 150km, leaving a slight plasma trail and requesting immediate vectoring to St Petersburg harbour for a medical evacuation.¡± ¡°Very funny, now clear this frequency before you are arrested.¡± ¡°St Petersburg flight control, this is Atlantis Spaceship Guillemot One, entering your advisory area, at Mach five horizontal, flight level now 130km and an approximately parabolic flightpath. We are on a mercy mission, our flight plan has been filed and acknowledged. Please do not allow your defences to try to shoot us down.¡± ¡°Confirming, please stand by.¡± ¡°St Petersburg flight control, we are descending on our filed and pre-programmed flight plan. If you want us to deviate from it, please advise. We presume you didn''t actually mean just wait were we were.¡± ¡°Is it always like this?¡± Yelena asked Zelda. ¡°Apparently lunar approach''s radar systems get really upset if you come to a stop on their approach path.¡± ¡°You didn''t!¡± Yelena exclaimed. ¡°I didn''t. The flight controller told the designer to ''stop right there'' so he did a ten-G emergency stop.¡± ¡°Nice ship. I don''t suppose they''ll ever be for sale?¡± ¡°I don''t know. I''m quite sure it counts as a military secret at the moment. It might cost more than you can afford.¡± ¡°Go on, how much?¡± ¡°This prototype is costing my fianc¨¦ and me a hundred and fifty thousand pearls between us. Which is really, really cheep compared to a submarine.¡± ¡°How much is a pearl worth?¡± ¡°A gram of gold.¡± ¡°So... a hundred and fifty kilos of gold.¡± ¡°Yeah. A real bargain, eh?¡± ¡°Not from where I come from.¡± ¡°Just so you don''t get too tempted, it''s got remotely operated self-destruct in case of any attempt to hijack it.¡± Zelda said. ¡°You''re not worried about someone trying to hack into it?¡± ¡°Not very,¡± Zelda checked the flight position and speed, ¡°Hmm. Mach two, thirty kilometres up, two hundred out. Estimated time of arrival ten minutes.¡± ¡°Incoming supersonic plane, please identify.¡± The flight controller said. ¡°St Petersburg control, if you''re talking about a track two hundred kilometres out at mach two, decelerating at one meter per second per second, that would be the Atlantis Spaceship Guillemot one.¡± ¡°Guillemot one please confirm minimum flight speed.¡± ¡°Full hover capable.¡± ¡°Maximum hover duration?¡± ¡°That''s a military secret, in excess of one week.¡± ¡°That''s impossible!¡± ¡°That''s just fusion power and anti-gravity, next question?¡± ¡°Any special landing or cargo facilities?¡± ¡°Yes. As I stated, I wish to land in the sea-port for a medical evacuation. My passengers are waiting.¡± ¡°Space vessels are not able to be processed at the sea port, any more than the space port deals with water vessels.¡± ¡°Thank you for that confirmation. This vessel is a space-capable fusion-powered submarine. Please advise of entry vector for harbour approach and frequency to contact the harbour master.¡± ¡°Now you make him think you are teasing him. May I?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°Saint Petersburg control, I am a Colonel in the Imperial Secret Services, and passenger on this crazy mixed up vessel driven by crazy speed-freak of a mermaid. I tell you the crazy mermaid is telling you the truth, and if you have sufficient clearance you will see who is listed as passenger for return leg, along with his wife who has a medical emergency. I suggest you just quietly phone the harbour and tell them an experimental sea-plane is arriving very soon.¡± ¡°Thank you colonel. Yes, sea-plane Guillemot one, descend to flight level 2000m, speed no more than 600 knots. Landing approach is from 25 degrees south of west, beware of floating ice. Outer beacon at fifteen nautical miles. Contact harbour tower on 121.75MHz.¡± ¡°Acknowledged.¡± ¡°See?¡± Yelena said, ¡°All he needed to do was know which box to put you in.¡± ¡°Hypersonic space-going underwater sea-plane?¡± ¡°Exactly.¡±
Guillemot 1, 12:50pm, Friday December 21st ¡°Harbour tower, Atlantis sea-plane Guillemot one approaching outer beacon and requesting formal permission to use your landing area.¡± ¡°Have you seen how much ice there is underneath you?¡± ¡°Yes, tower, we see it.¡± ¡°It is worse here. Divert to alternative landing area.¡± ¡°Tower, I don''t mind the ice. I have vertical landing capability. I am on a mercy-mission to pick up a medical evacuation from harbour one.¡± ¡°Harbour one is reserved for military vessels.¡± ¡°I am picking up a military person and his wife for medical evacuation, from quay three of harbour one.¡± ¡°I cannot allow a civilian vessel into harbour one, and quay three is for foreign submarines. If you attempt to enter harbour one you will be boarded and all crew members placed under arrest.¡± ¡°This is a Guillemot-class experimental vessel, prototype number one, of the navy of Atlantis. It is a forcefield hulled fusion powered submarine with full space-going anti-gravity drive and temporary forcefield-wings to assist in atmospheric flight. Any attempt to board this vessel by anyone except the invited passengers for the medical evacuation will be met with deadly force and the potential triggering of the self-destruct system, with an approximate destructive force of ten kilotons. Any barrier placed to obstruct the way of this vessel is subject to destruction, any ionizing radiation will be stored and may be directed back towards the aggressors or other relevant target. Laser radiation will be reflected, any bullet or explosive charge will be deflected. I will be picking up my passengers from harbour one, quay three.¡± If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Certainly, Maam. I thought you said you were a sea-plane, maam.¡± ¡°Blame space-approach. They could not cope with the idea of a space-going fusion-powered submarine.¡± ¡°Some people have no imagination.¡±
St Petersburg Harbour, 1:00pm, Friday December 21st At precisely five to one, Zelda had, in defiance of normal aviation practice, glided ten metres above the runway surface and only touched down into the water as the submarine turned onto the taxiway. That had been because of the sea ice, which was roughly speaking everywhere. With permission from the harbour, she then submerged, so she didn''t need to push the ice out of the way, but could just go under it. The anxiously watching children saw the silver submarine surface at the end of the pier, and then become transparent. ¡°There''s Auntie Yelena!¡± Dimitri, Yuri''s eldest son called, jumping up and down. ¡°Hello Mitya!¡± she called back from the side airlock, calling him by the shortened form of his name, ¡°Apologies if you''ve got cold waiting, sir,¡± she said to Yuri. ¡°You can walk on the wings,¡± Zelda said, ¡°you won''t slip.¡± Yelena passed that on, ¡°Welcome aboard, but no one touch any buttons please.¡± Seeing her son was still jiggling, Natasha asked Yelena if there might be a toilet on the submarine. ¡°I''ll show you, do you think it''s urgent?¡± ¡°Mitya?¡± Natasha asked, ¡°Can you wait until we''re all on board before you go to the toilet?¡± ¡°I don''t need the toilet,¡± he denied despite all evidence to the contrary. Yelena grinned and explained to Zelda. ¡°I have a young cousin who''s just the same.¡± Zelda locked the control panel, just in case of five year old fingers, and while Yuri and Yelena got the other three boys and their luggage on board she beckoned the eight year old and his mother towards the back of the submarine. With some sign language, she also pointed out how to get a drink from the kitchen, in case anyone was thirsty. ¡°I thank you,¡± Natasha said in careful English. ¡°It is not a problem to me.¡± Natasha held her abdomen. ¡°Hope?¡± ¡°Yes. There is hope.¡± Zelda said, ¡°Yelena? Can you translate? My young cousin who dances up and down but says he does not need the toilet, he was moved as Natasha''s baby will be. There is hope.¡± ¡°It is a normal surgery then?¡± Yuri asked. ¡°Normal? I don''t know. I heard it is complicated, but I think I heard the surgeons do it five or six times a year. I don''t know if that''s each or in total.¡± ¡°Do you know what will happen?¡± Yelena translated. ¡°Only what I was told happened to my aunt, eight years ago. The baby was not in the right place. They cut away the part where the baby was, put the baby where it should be, and when that was all done, stitched back together the place where they''d cut the baby from. I remember saying that it did not sound very complicated, and I was told ''we simplified it a lot, and you don''t need to know more''. I''m sure the surgeons will explain to you far better than I can.¡± ¡°But you know someone who lives because of this surgery,¡± Yuri said. ¡°Yes. Everything is on board?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Welcome on board the Guillemot one space-submarine. Please fasten your children''s seatbelts and your own, and enjoy your trip. Our flight time to Atlantis should be about half an hour. We will take a sub-orbital flight path reaching a height of about one hundred and fifty kilometres, which means your boys can tell their friends they have been in space when they get home.¡± Yelena translated that, and the boys immediately started talking excitedly about being cosmonauts. ¡°Harbour tower, this is Guillemot one, loading is completed and I''m beginning taxi.¡± ¡°There will be tanker traffic in your way in three minutes.¡± ¡°We can be gone by then, tower. I see our immediate airspace clear for a vertical take off to one hundred metres, then would then like to transition to standard departure flightpath. Do you agree?¡± ¡°If you''re sure you''re not going to damage any naval traffic or buildings with your downwash.¡± ¡°We have no downwash, tower, we have antigravity. Guillemot one climbing to one hundred metres and accelerating.¡± Zelda then turned to Yelena, ¡°Can you do an opinion poll about having a transparent floor or only the walls?¡± All the passengers enjoyed spotting landmarks as they climbed. Yuri decided not to remark on the fact that they caused quite a stir among on-lookers too. It would probably count as good public relations, but he was sure the military generals were not enamoured at the idea of the Mer having air superiority as well as an effective monopoly on sea-power. The funny thing was he didn''t mind one bit.
Guillemot one, 1.10 pm, St Petersburg time ¡°Military jet running parallel to Mer spaceship Guillemot one, hello.¡± Zelda said into her radio. ¡°Hello, Guillemot one.¡± ¡°Would you like to state your purpose?¡± ¡°Reconnaissance,¡± the pilot replied. Yuri shrugged, ¡°That''s allowed. It''s not very polite, but it''s allowed.¡± ¡°This is an experimental forcefield hulled space-going submarine, currently carrying out a medical evacuation. Flight plans have been submitted. Be aware that there is an invisible forcefield projecting along our line of flight a distance of approximately three hundred meters, to reduce our air resistance. Therefore, do not cross directly in front of this vessel, or your plane might intersect with this forcefield or interfere with the protective shock-wave it creates. Also, so you''re not surprised, our flight-path will shortly angle to forty five degrees up, and we will accelerate at zero point three gravities until we reach half-way. There may be dangerous turbulence behind us.¡± ¡°Acknowledged.¡± The plane moved closer, and above the Guillemot. Zelda got back on her radio ¡°Also be aware that the young children of the patient are on board and you are getting dangerously close. Our autopilot will transition to suborbital trajectory in thirty seconds.¡± The plane, Zelda didn''t recognize which country it was from, moved still closer, presumably to take pictures. Zelda got fed up with that and switched the body forcefield to reflective. The autopilot warned there was probably going to be a collision if it completed the programmed manoeuvre. ¡°You are too close and are interfering with the safe execution of our flight plan. I repeat, this is a medical evacuation flight.¡± ¡°No medical staff have been observed.¡± ¡°What has that got to do with anything? Medical staff are in Atlantis, preparing for a life-saving operation on mother and unborn baby. Although there''s no immediate danger, the operation potentially becomes more complicated every minute. I warn you that this ship will begin to out-accelerate you in ten seconds. Get clear. I have a clear responsibility to my passengers and your aggressive flying is putting them at risk. We are in international airspace, and any accident will be your fault. Get clear, you will not be able to keep up with this spaceship.¡± Looking behind her she asked ¡°Is everyone strapped in? I''m going to gradually increase our acceleration until we leave him behind.¡± ¡°You''re sure you can out-accelerate that plane?¡± Yuri asked ¡°It has a ram-jet engine.¡± ¡°We have fusion powered anti-gravity, and a maximum acceleration which is distinctly uncomfortable, but if he wants to track us all the way to Atlantis he''s welcome. As long as he stays out of my way and doesn''t want refuelling when he gets there.¡± Gradually she pushed on the controls and lifted the column. The pilot reacted and pitched his plane up to track them. ¡°Do you think his engine needs air?¡± Zelda asked. ¡°Certainly¡± ¡°Not much of that at a hundred and fifty kilometers. I hope he doesn''t think we''re taking a ballistic trajectory.¡± ¡°We''re not?¡± Yelena asked. ¡°No,¡± Zelda replied, ¡°We''ll just go that high to avoid other traffic and air molecules. Horizontally, we''ll keep on accelerating until we''re half-way there, then start decelerating. It''s more comfortable that way. How is this acceleration, by the way?¡± ¡°Hardly noticeable.¡± Yelena said. ¡°Do you agree, Natasha? I do not want to put you under any stress.¡± ¡°That pilot puts me under stress, you don''t.¡± ¡°Tell me if we accelerate too hard,¡± Zelda said, increasing the acceleration towards half a gravity. To start with, the pilot was able to increase his speed to match, but the increasing altitude was taking its toll. There was less and less air under the wings, less and less oxygen to burn in his engines, and his maximum power was decreasing. He couldn''t afford to keep on climbing. The plane''s systems warned of an impending stall. He broke off the idea of climbing with them, and pealed away towards level flight. At this altitude, he reached his maximum speed, but the Mer craft just kept on accelerating. Defeated, he turned for home just as his fuel warning light came on. ¡°He''s gone,¡± Zelda reported, ¡°Now, does anyone know what country he was from?¡± ¡°Mother Russia,¡± Yelena said, sadly. ¡°Ah,¡± ¡°I suspect I know the man who gave the order,¡± Yuri said. ¡°He will not be very impressed when I tell him you could have accelerated more but didn''t want to make it uncomfortable for Natasha.¡± ¡°If you wish to really make his day, you can tell him this is basically the same ship that took us to Mars in a week, at opposition, and that we started that trip with a sustained boost of five G, just for fun.¡± Zelda said. ¡°And that it''s Zelda''s personal ship,¡± Yelena added. ¡°Not on my own. I bought it together with my betrothed.¡± ¡°When is your wedding?¡± Natasha asked. ¡°Tomorrow,¡± Zelda replied. ¡°Congratulations!¡± Yelena said.
Atlantis, 9.30 am. Friday December 21st> ¡°Auntie Antonina, auntie Antonina! We were in space!¡± Dimitri said. ¡°Were you really? Were the stars pretty?¡± ¡°Very. It was funny; all the stars were out, but the sun was up too!¡± ¡°I hope you didn''t look at the sun,¡± Anastasia said. ¡°No. Zelda wouldn''t let us,¡± Dimitri said, ¡°We floated round in the space ship too, but mummy felt funny so we had to stop.¡± ¡°Antonina, you don''t mind helping Yelena look after the boys?¡± Yuri asked. ¡°Not at all, Yuri. But here I am known as Anastasia, the name my parents gave me. Go, talk to the doctors.¡± Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 8: Poetry

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 8:Poetry

Embassy of Russia, Atlantis, 11am, Friday December 21st, 2277> ¡°Yuri, all is well?¡± Yelena asked. ¡°They have started the operation.¡± ¡°Boys, come,¡± Yelena called, ¡°Let us ask God to help the doctors.¡± ¡°But you don''t believe in God, auntie Yelena,¡± Dimitri said. ¡°I do now, Dimitri, and so does almost everyone here. Anastasia too.¡± ¡°That''s nice.¡± ¡°Not a secret now?¡± Viktor, aged six, asked. ¡°No, Viktor,¡± Yuri said, ¡°It''s not a secret we believe in God from people here.¡± ¡°That''s good.¡± ¡°It is,¡± Yuri said, looking at these two colleagues who he''d never thought of as at all near God. He''d obviously got a lot to talk to them about. ¡°Father God,¡± Yelena prayed, ¡°let Karella''s message not be in vain, don''t let the hope you''ve given Natasha and Yuri come to nothing. Show them you are in charge. Build also the faith of Viktor, Dimitri, Petya and even little Sergey. Help them to trust you and come to know you. Keep their feet on right paths, although they live amongst evil people who don''t believe in you.¡± ¡°Thank you, God, that Yelena''s not an evil people now, God,¡± Viktor said, ¡°and make mummy better.¡± Yuri prayed too, and thanked God that he had two more people he could share the truth with.
Embassy of Russia, Atlantis, noon. Friday December 21st> ¡°It is all a fake?¡± Yelena asked. ¡°Not all. About half of the underlings, the delivery agents and so on are genuine malcontents, but a fair number of customers are fakes. You understand why?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Yelena said, ¡°You want a plausible organisation, big enough to attract attention, efficient enough to make competition give up and join in for safety in numbers. If all the malcontents work for you, then you can restrain their excesses. It makes sense.¡± ¡°I have been a little surprised you didn''t spot it, Yelena.¡± ¡°I was too involved. I was too convinced we''d actually tricked our way into the system. It was pride, I guess. But we did actually make a difference too. We did get things done which official channels didn''t.¡± ¡°Yes. Like you issuing driving licenses.¡± ¡°I enjoyed that.¡± ¡°You realise that for most black market driving licenses, people just pay extra and don''t actually need to prove they can drive.¡± ¡°Where''s the public good in that? I charged what I thought they could afford, and made sure they could drive safely.¡± ¡°I know. And you didn''t take bribes to let people pass who couldn''t drive. Very unusual. That''s why you are a genuinely certified driving test examiner. You do know there were some driving instructors that recommended their normal students to call you?¡± ¡°Oh yes. I particularly got instructors passing me nervous girls.¡± ¡°Did the students tell you how that worked?¡± ¡°Yes, a few. They told their instructor they had the test fee, but not enough for a bribe, and well, you know what some test examiners wanted from pretty girls if they wouldn''t double the test fee as a bribe. So, I told them, official test fee plus ten percent, all in cash, no extra bribe, no sexual favours, just prove to me you can drive, and the ten percent extra means you get to crash your car a couple of times and if I think that''s just test nerves I''ll still pass you.¡± Yelena laughed, ¡°One actually did, crashed her daddy''s car into a lamp post, but since it was to avoid a drunkard who fell into the road and she was shaking like a leaf, I bought her a coffee and then we had another go. Then I gave her an ''accident reported to the police, no fault of driver'' form to go with her pass certificate. Oh, and I gave the drunk an on-the spot fine to buy us the coffee and get the car repaired.¡± ¡°Lovely story. But how did the driving instructors learn about you in the first place?¡± ¡°Oh, well, one of my first clients ¡ª he was so nervous I didn''t think I wanted to get into the car with him at the wheel ¡ª I drove to my old instructor, a lovely calm guy, and asked him if he could fit in half an hour of calming the guy down. Worked a treat.¡± ¡°Why did that guy come to you?¡± ¡°Oh, you passed him on to me. He needed the whole lot, new name, new address with five years of utility bills, new driving license.¡± ¡°Oh, right. One of them. Probably a soldier who grassed up his superior or something like that.¡± ¡°Seemed like a nice enough guy, anyway. I just wanted to make a difference, Yuri. Get things done.¡± ¡°We do make a difference, the Tsar has been amazed at our efficiency many times. All it takes is people genuinely interested in their work, committed to doing a good job. We''re a very healthy organisation, in that respect. No one among us is doing their job just for the salary.¡± ¡°All good little anarchists working together for the collective benefit of society. And we were, even though we broke laws left right and centre. I''ve sworn an oath to turn from my life of crime, General. I fully intend to keep to it. The Mer have very strict views on oaths, and I have been listening to them, trying to get into their thought processes, like I was asked to. I like them.¡± ¡°And Anastasia?¡± ¡°Anastasia has her new faith and her wonderful knife.¡± ¡°Can you explain this knife to me? She said something, but it didn''t make much sense to me.¡± ¡°It makes her a sort of ambassador. Free to come and go and expect protection, with some kind of diplomatic immunity too. I really don''t know what the Mer were thinking when they made the things. Sort of a ''we trust you will only give this to people you trust'' thing. It''s worth a large fortune. An archivist asked ¡ª during her trial, can you believe it? ¡ª if she''d consider parting with it for a bucket of ''good gemstones''. This is in the context of Mer gems where each gem is probably worth a house.¡± ¡°Is a bucket some standard measure of gems?¡± ¡°About ten litres, I think, yes.¡± ¡°That''s a lot of gems.¡± ¡°Yes. So, if she decides to give it up, she presumably comes to the attention of the tax authorities. But the Mer are also planning to ask her for advice.¡± ¡°What for?¡± ¡°They know they are mostly behind, medically, in many ways. That includes pharmaceutical supplies. They have no desire to be over-charged ¡ª ask about what ham was selling for a few months ago, if you want an example of that. They view her knowledge of the black-market as a very useful counter-balance to inflated prices from sales people.¡± ¡°Fair enough. So, she can come and go?¡± ¡°Not really. She can stay at the embassy, but if she goes she''s gone for three years, unless you demote her ¡ª the limit from the Mars mess.¡± ¡°And you are in the same situation.¡± ¡°Yes, except for mercy missions like this morning. Unless they decide we''re in a separate category to the military. Which they haven''t so far.¡± ¡°The case could be made for that.¡± ¡°Yes. Secret service isn''t the same as military, but on the other hand, politicians and diplomats were excluded too. I''m not sure we count as police, who weren''t mentioned, though.¡± ¡°Not really. But you should understand your underground activities, (at least what you''ve been doing with my approval) are legitimate secret service activities, so you''ve not broken the law.¡± ¡°Not even giving driving permits?¡± ¡°Not at all. You were acting as a competent officer of the state.¡± ¡°That''s nice to know. Just so you know, Yuri... Mikhail ¡ª our ambassador ¡ª and I...¡± ¡°Are engaged?¡± ¡°Yuri! We''re old friends, but we''ve only just met!¡± ¡°Well, you''ve kept the poor man waiting all these years, Yelena! I''m glad you''ve met him again.¡± ¡°You knew.¡± ¡°Of course I knew, Yelena. Svetlana looked into your past in quite some detail, I assure you, before I told you to break into the database and give yourself a rank. How does the poem go? ''Standing tall above corruption...''¡± ¡°Is a woman allowed no secrecy? ''Untouched by its slimy claws, See Yelena proud and splendid, radiant in her purity.'' And so on. Idealist, wasn''t he?¡± ¡°You made an impression on him, Yelena. You probably won''t ever see his application to join the diplomatic service, but I have, and it made it pretty clear to me that what he learned from you spurred him in that direction.¡± ¡°I did that?¡± ¡°You did.¡± ¡°Oh. Poor guy.¡± ¡°So, in an ideal world you ought to be married by now, but maybe you can''t stand each other. Try to work it out, and if there''s wedding bells we''ll try to be wherever it is. Of course, an ambassador''s wife has plenty of opportunity for intrigue and interesting trade, so I won''t be accepting your resignation.¡± Yelena digested that news; she''d thought it was a foregone conclusion she''d be resigning. She decided to change the topic: ¡°Speaking of interesting trade, what do you think of this?¡± She threw him a disk of crystal. ¡°Fragile looking table coaster?¡± ¡°Feel free to bounce it off the floor.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°It''s mine, bought with my very own money, so you only upset me if it breaks. I''ve bounced it lots of times.¡± He obeyed. It rang with a complex but pleasant note. ¡°Interesting.¡± ¡°Hand made Mer craftsmanship. Heat resistant, drop-resistant, insulating, elegant. Wipe clean or put in the dish-washer. What would you give me for a matching set of six coasters, six place mats and two larger serving mats?¡± ¡°Hmm. I imagine they''d last a long time?¡± ¡°I''d have thought so. It''s what their towers are built of. Diamond doesn''t really touch it.¡± ¡°It just so happens Natasha has been looking at place mats. The good ones are not very cheap.¡± ¡°Name me a price.¡± ¡°The whole set? Carved like this, I''m sure you''d get five to ten thousand rubles.¡± about a month''s rent for a student in a shared house. ¡°Oh good, we agree. I''ve been teaching some Russian to some Mer, and I''ve set the price as a hand-crafted place-mat set per ten hours of lessons, per student.¡± This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. ¡°Why do they want to learn Russian?¡± ¡°Mer like learning languages, and they''re thinking business opportunities.¡± ¡°Business opportunities. Oh lovely. You realise that ship we came in means absolute air-superiority if they make enough of them?¡± ¡°Don''t worry, they probably will. Zelda''s very happy with hers, at least. Upsetting the Merfolk as though they were some small land state was a bad idea, Yuri. Their technology is a long way ahead of ours.¡± ¡°The Tsar is aware of that.¡± ¡°Is he also aware of quite what their Queen can find out?¡± ¡°I''m sure he''s read about people with the gift. But they stay out of politics.¡± ¡°On land. Attitudes here are different. Karella is used to using her gift to check up on her people and make sure crimes are not happening. She coordinated the enforcement of the exclusion zone when Atlantis first moved, and she coordinated the raid on the six of us ¡ª five teams hit us in a strike coordinated to less than a second. When she heard Anastasia and I had become a Christians and heard our court testimonies, she decided you might not be such a bad man and might worry. That night ¡ª two nights ago - she worked out you were married and Natasha was expecting, where you slept, how many children you had, and that this ought to be Natasha''s last pregnancy. Before I called my mother yesterday, she asked me if I thought you''d find it scary to have someone from their embassy hand-delivering you a message along with gifts to the boys. She told me what I''ve just listed, plus that you were in a meeting, Sergey ¡ª she didn''t actually name him ¡ª was was practising in a play, Natasha was watching him, and that people were trying not to laugh at the mistakes that were being made. All that, just to prove to me and Anastasia that her gift was real. Then she told me I could guess where my mother was but she wasn''t going to tell Mikhail. Do you understand what I''m saying?¡± ¡°She decided to find out a lot about our operation.¡± ¡°She decided to tell us she''d found out a lot about our operation. She didn''t say who you were meeting with, but I''m sure she knows. She told us she''d found out your exact rank, but didn''t share that but did conclude that the Tsar knew your name and what we were doing. And when I guessed we were subverting subversive elements, she didn''t disagree, but did disagree that us coming here had been a total disaster in every respect.¡± ¡°Oh? What didn''t go wrong?¡± ¡°She thought you and your wife would be happy we''d turned to God.¡± ¡°She was right.¡± ¡°Is there anything I''ve just said that the Tsar doesn''t know?¡± ¡°He doesn''t know Natasha knows your mother, as far as I know. He did attend our wedding.¡± ¡°Nine years ago?¡± ¡°Yes. Two days after Svetlana''s funeral. She said it was necessary.¡± ¡°My... my path to redemption, Yuri, I told the trial about Svetlana''s cancer, and about forging her signature. They didn''t condemn me but I fully expected them to. I thought it was my death sentence.¡± Yuri closed his eyes, ¡°It wasn''t your decision.¡± ¡°It was, and you know it. But they recognised the ethical dilemma, to potentially save a life at the cost of a potential life. They did not condemn our joint decision. But I think that might be why Karella checked on Natasha.¡± ¡°The doctor in St Petersburg told me there was no hope. Here, they said they will do what they can, and pray.¡± ¡°How slim is the hope?¡± ¡°They said they would know better when the operation was over. Can we pray more?¡± ¡°Of course.¡±
Embassy of Russia, Atlantis, 3pm, Friday December 21st ¡°Yes, Mikhail?¡± Yelena asked. He''d been hovering for a while, looking nervous, ¡°what is it?¡± ¡°Sorry,¡± ¡°For what?¡± ¡°Upsetting you.¡± ¡°You haven''t upset me in a long time,¡± ¡°Sorry. It''s just... you said I wrote bad poetry for you? I don''t remember writing any love poems to you.¡± ¡°I was teasing. You wrote me a very complementary poem.¡± ¡°I don''t remember it.¡± ¡°You don''t? I framed it. ''Standing tall above corruption, untouched by its slimy claws, See Yelena, proud and splendid, radiant in her purity.'' Still no memories?¡± ¡°Yes. Oh wow, yes. It was for class, wasn''t it? You actually still have it?¡± ¡°I do. It''s on the wall at home. I''d forgotten it was for class.¡± ¡°Write a poem about someone who will be famous,¡± he remembered, ¡°lauding the traits that granted them fame.¡± ¡°Oh! Memories coming back. Did I really write one about you?¡± ¡°Yes, you did,¡± he said, shyly. ¡°I don''t remember what I wrote.¡± ¡°I saved it, I''d totally forgotten I wrote one for you,¡± he checked on his wrist unit. ¡°''Persistent moth, trailing smoke, returning to the flame. Heedless of the danger looming, heedless of the future pain. Clings to hope beyond endurance, making jokes and keeping sane. Ever hopeful and persistent, calm in trouble, balm in pain, Mikhail fights beyond his limits, ignores the risks, to others clear, battles on with by pure persistence, never losing hope. He reaches the victory flame.''¡± ¡°That''s quite... Why would you want to keep that?¡± she was appalled at what she''d written. ¡°It''s about persistence. That''s my defining characteristic, I guess.¡± ¡°But it''s about persistence turning you into a martyr!¡± ¡°But winning! That''s the thing. I took it as a sign you wanted me to carry on being persistent.¡± ¡°I do. Do carry on being persistent, Misha, but please know when to stand away from the flame a bit until it won''t kill you.¡± ¡°Are you warning me off again?¡± he asked, heart in his mouth. ¡°I have no desire to hurt you, Misha,¡± ¡°And you think you will if I get close?¡± ¡°I hope not. I hope my flame of spite has burned itself out.¡± ¡°Then, what are you saying?¡± ¡°I''m saying I don''t want you living by my ''martyr yourself for me'' poem. I''m not worth that. I''ve wounded you enough, surely?¡± ¡°I think you''re worth a lot to me, Lena.¡± ¡°We need to talk more before you go making silly declarations like that, Misha.¡± ¡°Silly?¡± ¡°Well, premature, anyway. Just because half the people we run into are thinking wedding bells, we don''t need to leap to the same conclusion. Like Yuri said, maybe in an ideal world we ought to be married by now, but maybe we can''t stand each other.¡± ¡°Yuri said we ought to be married?¡± ¡°He read your diplomatic service application. You said something about me, apparently. And he knew I had that poem on my wall. Not that I knew that.¡± ¡°You didn''t know that he knew that you had a poem on your wall?¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°What a confusing world you live in.¡± ¡°Did you know why the council hardly have any holding cells?¡± ¡°Not much crime?¡± ¡°Well, that too, but the Council normally declare the sentence within an hour. What conclusions would you like to draw?¡± ¡°You''re a complicated case?¡± ¡°Not that complicated. Guess again.¡± ¡°Everyone''s going ahhh old classmates, making eyes at each other during her trial...¡± ¡°Passing notes... Interrupting court proceedings... Karella said something about being concerned about you being lonely.¡± ¡°Well, yes.¡± ¡°So, they''re all convinced we need time together, so why are we wasting it?¡± ¡°I thought you were telling me not to get involved with you.¡± ¡°No, I was saying I''ve burned you enough. I don''t want to hurt you again.¡± ¡°Why do you assume you''re going to?¡± ¡°Past record?¡± ¡°You mean you''ve left a trail of broken hearted men in your wake?¡± ¡°I broke yours often enough, didn''t I?¡± ¡°No, you were just telling me to try harder.¡± ¡°That''s how you took it?¡± ¡°Armed with that poem? Absolutely.¡± ¡°What did happen to you after school?¡± ¡°I went to university. In Vladivostok.¡± ¡°Vladivostok?¡± ¡°Yes. It made getting home for holidays quite difficult.¡± ¡°I imagine. Why there?¡± ¡°To see if I could persist there too. And it was cheaper than at home, and it is a diplomatic centre.¡± ¡°Wow.¡± ¡°And I wanted to impress you with good grades and all the rest. I got them, but I couldn''t find out what had happened to you. You''d vanished.¡± ¡°I''d joined Yuri''s little band of trouble-makers.¡± ¡°Yes. I made some enquiries around the imperial university when I was working on my doctorate, and people all seemed to get quite scared.¡± ¡°Hold on, your doctorate?¡± ¡°Yes. PhD in international relations.¡± ¡°I''m impressed, Misha. From the imperial university?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Wow.¡± ¡°Then, after I''d spent the next seven years as a relative nobody in the diplomatic service, I suddenly found myself being invited to a meeting with the Tsar and then I was sent here. I don''t know if it was because I''d become a Christian at university, or if I''d impressed someone or why.¡± ¡°What did the Tsar ask?¡± ¡°He asked about my faith, why I thought I''d been in the same filing department for the past years ¡ª how do you answer that one? What I thought about the Mer having antimatter bombs under our cities, and so on.¡± ¡°What do you think about the antimatter bombs?¡± ¡°I said that I thought they''d been quite contrite about it, and we''d played rattling the nuclear sabre enough times that we could hardly claim innocence. I also said that since they were planning to bring them back to the city here I guessed that they weren''t worried about them going bang by accident, so I was more worried that someone might break Atlantis'' dome and set them off that way than about the devices themselves.¡± ¡°What did he think about that?¡± ¡°He said something like I wouldn''t win very many new friends among his generals with that attitude, but I might win friends in Atlantis, and that was my job now.¡± ¡°New friends?¡± Yelena asked. ¡°I must have impressed someone. I don''t know who.¡± ¡°What did you put in your application form?¡± ¡°I guess what got his attention was me quoting your poem about be being persistent beyond what others would call the point of reason.¡± ¡°You named me?¡± ¡°I can''t honestly remember.¡± ¡°Oh well. What did you say about the filing department?¡± ¡°Oh, I made some joke about not being able to complain if my superiors wanted to test my claim to be persistent.¡± ¡°You actually made a joke to the Tsar?¡± Yelena asked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Did he laugh?¡± ¡°Yes. And my head didn''t fall off.¡± It had been a running joke at school, that one day Mikhail would crack a joke to the Tsar, and lose his head for the impertinence. ¡°So, when are you planning to make me laugh,¡± ¡°Every night, between the setting of the moon and the rising of the sun.¡± ¡°Urm... why?¡± In English, he answered ¡°Because that''s the darkest time of night, and your laugh lights up the world. And it''s also the time for owls, and I need all the help I can get if I must go to wit, to woo you.¡± Yelena looked at him steadily for a full fifteen seconds, in pretend disdain, then she couldn''t hold in the laughter any longer, and dissolved in giggles. ¡°You didn''t like it,¡± he said, crestfallen. ¡°I doooo, tooooo,¡± she replied, also in English, owl fashion. ¡°and you, toooo. I like youuu toooo. Oh, Misha, I''ve missed you.¡± ¡°I''ve missed you too, Lena. But you didn''t laugh at first.¡± ¡°Sorry. Bad habit I need to break, Misha tells a joke and you see how long you can avoid laughing. I think it started as self defence, you realise.¡± ¡°Self defence?¡± ¡°Misha, no one has ever been able to make me laugh like you can, no one has ever been able to match up to you in all manner of ways. If I couldn''t pour scorn on your most endearing characteristics then I''d have to admit I fell in love with you at least a year before we left school. And you were just so spotty, and gangly, and all those other stupid external things that are supposed to be important when you''re a teenager.¡± ¡°You... you were in love with me at school?¡± he asked. ¡°I was fighting it tooth and nail, because of spots, and you not worrying if you didn''t get perfect grades and things like that, but yes. I''m quite sure I was. Sorry.¡± ¡°Why are you sorry?¡± ¡°Because I kept pushing you away, and then not liking it when you paid attention to anyone else. I''m sure I spread all sorts of nasty rumours about you. I had this dream, you see, that I''d keep everyone else away from you, and then we''d meet up after a term or two at university and you''d have developed some muscles and lost your spots and you''d ask me to marry you and I''d fall into your arms and say of course I would, and people would ask about the nasty rumours and I''d say ''I made them all up to keep him for myself.'' I''m very very sorry for being such a self-centred person, Misha. I hope I''ve changed.¡± ¡°Lena, there was never anyone else to keep away.¡± ¡°And since?¡± ¡°I had this ideal woman in my mind, untouched by corruption''s claws, and no one ever ever got close.¡± ¡°Oh, silly Misha,¡± she said as warmly as she could, ¡°You idolized your image of me, didn''t you? No one can live up to an idol.¡± ¡°I don''t know if I did or not. I just know no one''s come close.¡± ¡°We''re going to disappoint each other aren''t we? Discovering that our idols don''t match reality.¡± ¡°I don''t want to idolize anyone. And I think I remember the odd scratch from your thorns, even if you''re my perfect rose. But surely you must have had suitors?¡± ¡°The thing is, living around anarchists, you get to see some lovely examples of pure narcissism, and you get to see how people try to manipulate each other, and you see how some people decide to break taboos just for the fun of it and then find the taboos are there for a reason, and you think yuck, I don''t trust many of these people at all, let alone when I''m asleep. And a woman takes to sleeping with her door locked and a knife under her pillow. And I had this image of a very trustworthy, kind, persistent man, with hardly a selfish bone in his body. And comparing one with the other, when one of the anarchists tried chatting me up, I thought I''d rather die a virgin than let someone like enact his fantasies on me, especially while there''s still someone called Mikhail Aleksandrovich alive somewhere, even if he''s married by now or only alive in my memory.¡± ¡°Did silly Lena idolize me too, then?¡± ¡°I don''t know. I know it would have been a big mistake to fall for any of them.¡± ¡°Lena, you''ve confused me. Can I ask you something?¡± ¡°Yes, Misha, of course.¡± ¡°You keep saying you don''t want to hurt me, but it doesn''t sound like you want to at all. Why do you think you might hurt me?¡± ¡°Don''t you think rushing towards marriage just because of what we felt almost half a life-time ago might end up with you getting hurt? Don''t ask me to marry you until you''re really ready for it, Misha. I''m not going to refuse you again. I made a vow to God not to at the end of my first year at university. And ask your neighbours, an oath must be kept.¡± ¡°You mean... If I asked now you''d say yes?¡± ¡°I took an oath. If you ask, I won''t refuse. I''ll probably call you some names, but I won''t refuse you.¡± ¡°Lena, that''s silly. And telling me is probably even sillier.¡± ¡°No it''s not. You now know not to ask lightly.¡± ¡°But I made you a promise, if you remember.¡± ¡°You did? What was that?¡± ¡°That I''d ask you again when we met.¡± ¡°I''d forgotten. But a promise isn''t quite the same as a vow. I won''t hold you to it, Misha, not if you decide you shouldn''t ask.¡± ¡°What about you deciding we shouldn''t marry?¡± ¡°The day before yesterday, I thought I was going to be dead. Then you walked into the courtroom, and I''m still alive. I''m happy to put my future in your hands, Misha.¡± ¡°You can''t claim I''m the only reason you weren''t executed.¡± ¡°OK, I won''t say that,¡± she grinned up at him. He was sure she meant exactly what she''d said, but that she was going to keep on thinking it. He so wanted to kiss her. ¡°Yelena, please don''t make me responsible for our future happiness or misery. Don''t leave it all up to me. I know you''ve got a good mind. Don''t pretend it''s empty of thought.¡± ¡°But it is Misha. Except for unhelpful ones like ''Misha''s here, we''re alone and it sounds like he''s in love with me still, maybe I''ll get kisses, that''d be nice.'' and ''Will Karella let my parents come for our wedding?'' and ''How long will it be before Misha gives me a hug?'' and ''is this what being in love is like?''¡± ¡°Yelena, will you promise me something? ¡°, he asked. Taking her hands seemed a very natural thing to do, and he did. ¡°What''s that?¡± ¡°That if I ask you too soon you''ll tell me? That''s not the same as refusing.¡± ¡°Yes it is. If I say it''s too soon and then you don''t ask again, then it would be exactly like refusing, and I''m going to kick myself the rest of my life for not saying yes.¡± ¡°Why would I not ask you again?¡± ¡°You might decide we shouldn''t marry, that you don''t want someone like me beside you, breaking into databases and forging documents and giving you diplomatic incidents to solve.¡± ¡°You often forge documents, then?¡± he asked, still holding her hands, but taking a step away to look at her face better. ¡°Sort of. Yuri just took a lot of the fun out of it by telling me they weren''t really forgeries. No, sorry, let me get it right. He told me that I wasn''t breaking any laws making them. I guess that''s different.¡± ¡°Can you explain what you did, and why?¡± ¡°On one condition,¡± ¡°What''s that?¡± She turned, so her back was towards him and his arms were around her waist. ¡°I don''t need to drop any more hints about wanting hugs and kisses.¡± Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 9: Revelations

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 9:Revelations

Embassy of Russia, Atlantis. 5pm, Friday December 21st ¡°Father God,¡± Yelena prayed, ¡°Thank you for Misha, and letting us meet again, thank you for Yuri, that he''s a good father to his boys, and a good husband to Natasha. Bless Yuri and Natasha and their baby with a safe and successful operation, I pray. Let it all be a success.¡± Yuri had just left for the hospital, having had a message that the operation had moved into its final stages. ¡°Yes Lord,¡± Mikhail prayed, ¡°and I pray that you''ll bless us with wisdom and love even after the hormones that are pulling us together fade. Do bless Yuri and Natasha with a safe delivery, Lord. Keep all three of them safe, and let the boys be good big brothers to this little one, and help them to treat their mother gently as she heals. Amen.¡± Those hormones... he thought and smiled. ¡°What are you smiling about, Misha?¡± ¡°I have had an idea you might shout at me about.¡± ¡°Well at least try to wait until Christmas,¡± Yelena said, guessing what it was. ¡°OK,¡± he agreed readily. He wondered if she knew the Mer followed the Western calendar. ¡°That was meant to be a joke.¡± ¡°I hope you don''t want me to wait with asking important questions until after you''re banished from here for three years.¡± ¡°Not really. But it''ll be too soon, surely? And they''re not just going to ignore their laws because we''re engaged?¡± ¡°Trust me to find a diplomatic solution?¡± He asked. ¡°Of course, that''s your job.¡±
Embassy of Russia, Atlantis. 5.15pm, Friday December 21st ¡°You really accepted someone''s money for a passport and deliberately gave him an invalid number?¡± Mikhail asked. ¡°Not an invalid number,¡± Yelena corrected, ¡°it was perfectly valid. Just his old one said he was a convicted child abuser, and he wanted one that didn''t have that printed on it. No problem, I printed him a new passport and made sure that the conviction information went in the passport''s electronic record. He also had an electronic tag that should have banned him from travel. I took that off for him too. He went away a happy man thinking predatory thoughts, and leapt on a plane to South-East Asia. I reactivated the tag and left it the airport, where its alerts set off all sorts of alarms, and the authorities at the other end got notified. The authorities there followed him and got his local contacts too. Two bad guys taken off the streets, and he got the death sentence he ought to have got the first time, if he hadn''t bribed the judge.¡± ¡°You... exported a known criminal so he could re-offend?¡± ¡°I allowed him to break his bail under conditions I fully expected to lead to his arrest.¡± ¡°You gave one of my colleagues a complete nightmare of a diplomatic incident to deal with,¡± Mikhail protested. ¡°Tell him or her I''m sorry ¡ª off the record, of course. I actually expected our boarder guards to hold him with that thing in his passport, but it seems that guy was taking bribes too.¡± ¡°You know that?¡± ¡°I know he got transferred to foot-patrol duty on the Siberian coast.¡± ¡°That''s not conclusive.¡± ¡°No.¡± Yelena agreed, ¡°But it''s indicative of performance issues.¡± she pointed out. ¡°Just slightly. OK. Next example of your nefarious ways?¡± ¡°Well, officially we have this ambassador in Atlantis, and I''m plying him with stories and when he ought to be on duty, I think.¡± She indicated a light on his desk that had started flashing just as she''d finished her last story. ¡°Oh! Thanks. Yes?¡± ¡°Sir, may I have a moment?¡± It was the captain. ¡°Certainly, captain.¡± ¡°I''ll leave you to it,¡± Yelena said. ¡°Actually, Maam...¡± the captain started then hesitated, ¡°I was wondering... your colleague.¡± ¡°Anastasia?¡± ¡°Yes, Maam. She''s said some confusing things to me, and I''m not quite sure what to make of them.¡± ¡°Assume she''s only getting to know you as a private person, captain, not in any connection to her work,¡± Mikhail said. ¡°She''s urm, said that?¡± ¡°She asked if you were a Christian, and said something like ''oh good'' when I said you were.¡± ¡°She seems convinced she can stay here,¡± the captain said. ¡°Yes. Have you seen her ancient artifact? It apparently gives her certain rights under Mer law. But as far as we know, it wouldn''t allow her to leave and return, since she''s also got the rank of captain,¡± Mikhail said. ¡°But surely, sir, she''ll be under orders and can''t absent herself without leave.¡± Mikhail turned to Yelena to answer that. ¡°Captain, do you have a need to know? Are you just confused, or do you think there''s a realistic chance of marriage?¡± ¡°We urm, seem to get on well, maam. And she''s very pretty.¡± ¡°A /realistic/ chance of marriage?¡± Yelena pressed. ¡°I certainly hope so, Maam.¡± ¡°She is a deep cover agent, captain. Do not mention her rank in the imperial secret service to anyone. It is very unlikely you will hear of her receiving orders, though she might get some suggestions. You should expect her to mix as easily with royalty as with questionable company. Expect her to have high moral standards and expect them from yourself. Presume if you see anything questionable happening, that you don''t know the whole truth. Maybe she doesn''t know the whole truth either, but has been asked to play a certain part. Do not ever assign guilt where there''s none, or crime when she''s at work. She''s a competent officer with wide-ranging legal powers. If we were at home you also ought to expect her to often be in the company of drug dealers and gun-runners. She might even be supplying them, either with the intention of trapping them or of building up a relationship where she can get to a bigger fish. When she feels it is the right time, they''ll find themselves dead or in police custody with no idea who grassed them up, that is the way we work. But just because she mixes with scum that does not make her scum, nor does it make her immune to horror. You might need to give her comfort with no idea why she needs it. Needless to say, if you pass on what I''ve just told you, or anything she tells you, you could get her killed, possibly tortured to death. And therefore you shouldn''t expect a public court hearing. You''ve heard rumours of secret service justice, I''m sure. ¡°She is deep cover, which means you should not ever expect her to resign from the service, her role requires that she be herself. Ninety nine percent of the events of her life must weave themselves into her cover or they must not happen. If you marry, you will be part of her role, and she must tell her criminal contacts either that you are involved in what she does or you do not know anything about it. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. "It is possible you find yourself being asked to play a part in her work. Talk to her fully and openly if you find yourself unable to play that part, before the operation begins. It would be far better if you remained ignorant or uninvolved than if you start involved and then decide to back out. Backing out once things have started is not normally an option ¡ª if you previously knew what she does, how can she suddenly tell people you don''t? It might also be that her cover requires her to be no more than a happy housewife and mother for the next fifteen years. You do not know, you will not know, nor will she, and you cannot dictate it. If you don''t think you can cope with all this, tell her now. She is now at a turning point, it might be possible for her to tell her contacts she''s falling for a soldier and is going straight. But there are risks in that. It might be safer if she simply vanish from her old haunts, and remain here, for example. I don''t know if she''d be happy to do that.¡± ¡°How... how can she do those things as a Christian, Maam?¡± ¡°How can you hold a gun and be a Christian, captain? Did not Jesus say to turn the other cheek? Yet the centurion was not told to leave his post. We rationalise such issues in different ways. Anastasia is a good woman, new to her faith. If you have qualms about her role, ask her first what the council here said about her peaceful use of her knife, and then feel free to talk to me some more. Not that I''m that much older in my faith.¡± ¡°Peaceful use of her knife?¡± He was evidently confused. ¡°Yes, captain. Believe it or not, she has had to use her peace-knife.¡± Bemused the captain thanked her for her openness and left. ¡°Wow, Yelena!¡± Mikhail said, ¡°You were telling me that too, weren''t you?¡± ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡°You''ve got a hard job.¡± ¡°For the record, Yuri thinks ambassador''s wife is full of opportunities, so you don''t need think you''ll be asking me to stop work.¡± ¡°And if I want to ask you to stop?¡± ¡°We can talk about it if you like,¡± Yelena offered. ¡°You mean you won''t?¡± ¡°I mean, we can talk about it.¡±
Embassy of Russia, Atlantis. 5.30pm, Friday December 21st ¡°Anastasia?¡± the captain knocked. ¡°Come in, Sergey, you can be horse for a while if you like. I''m getting tired.¡± ¡°Are you called Sergey?¡± Dimitri asked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°My baby brother''s called Sergey.¡± ¡°Is he really?¡± ¡°Yes. You''re a soldier, aren''t you? It must be very boring. When I grow up I''m going to help kill evil people like Antonina and mummy and daddy.¡± ¡°Shhh, Dimitri, we don''t talk about that.¡± ¡°But he''s a soldier, Auntie Antonina, and he''s a Christian, not an evil people.¡± ¡°We still don''t tell people what mummy and daddy do, Dimitri.¡± ¡°I''m allowed to tell Vasily.¡± ¡°I don''t think I know Vasily.¡± ¡°His daddy''s going to be Tsar one day, Auntie Antonina.¡± Dimitri said helpfully. ¡°Oh, well, he''s probably a special case. And Dimitri, we don''t tell people about knowing relatives of the Tsar either. And remember? I''ve told you people know me here as Anastasia.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because it''s my secret name. Antonina''s my work name.¡± ¡°Oh. But if it''s a secret, why are you using it here?¡± ¡°Because I''ve decided I trust people here. Not like at home.¡± ¡°Oh, no. Don''t tell the evil people things.¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± Anastasia said, ¡°But it''s best if you don''t tell good people things about work things either, Dimitri. It might confuse them.¡± ¡°Because of the evil people?¡± ¡°Exactly. Normally good people don''t work with evil people. We need to be very careful that the evil people don''t find out we''re good, and good people don''t think we''re evil. And if you tell people you play with Vasily, that might get daddy in big big trouble.¡± ¡°I forgot.¡± ¡°I don''t think Sergey is going to tell anyone, are you Sergey?¡± ¡°Of course not, Anastasia. Urm, I was going to ask something about your knife. I''ll ask later.¡± ¡°Have you seen Anastasia''s knife, Sergey? Its very sharp. She once gilded an evil people with it.¡± ¡°Dimitri, it''s an evil person, and I think the word you were thinking of is gelded.¡± ¡°Oh. That''s right.¡± ¡°And what did we say about work?¡± ¡°Was that work?¡± ¡°Sort of,¡± Anastasia said. ¡°Oh. Sorry.¡± Dimitri said, and went to play with his brothers. ¡°You, urm, gelded someone?¡± Sergey asked, pale. ¡°Yes, like Dimitri said, an evil person of a certain type.¡± ¡°With what the Mer call a peace knife.¡± ¡°According to the Mer I was merciful, because I let him live. They take attempted rape seriously.¡± ¡°Truly an ''evil people'',¡± he said. ¡°The man was a army captain, not even drunk. I wasn''t expecting anything except business from him at all. Want to know about it?¡± Sergey nodded, ¡°if you don''t mind.¡± ¡°It was a three-way deal, which are always risky, but anyway, the captain was giving me a key to a certain office, the drug dealer was giving the captain some drugs, and I was giving the drug dealer some information that was valuable to him. I''d expected trouble from the drug-dealer ¡ª he had a reputation, but that bit of the deal all went smoothly. We''d met in an old factory office, which they''d suggested and I thought, OK, it''s out of the snow, at least. Stupid of me. The drug dealer got his information, and ran off, locking the door behind him, with the captain between me and the door. I thought he was planning to get the key back.¡± ¡°So, you hid it?¡± Sergey asked. She checked the boys were playing, and continued in a whisper. ¡°No. I left it on the table, and said ''fine, there''s the key, deal cancelled, I''ll collect from the drug dealer myself.'' I walked past him towards the door, and the next thing I knew he''d thrown me to the ground, and I was coming round with a splitting head ache, my jeans round my ankles and he was fumbling with trying to unbuckle his belt. For some reason he was facing away from me, and he hadn''t checked my boots, which is where my knife was. I managed to draw just as he turned round. I slashed up, aiming for his guts, but misjudged the aim and caught him between the legs. He collapsed, fortunately not on top of me, and by the time I''d got my jeans back up there was a lot of blood and half a sausage on the floor and two little roundish things caught on the knife''s serrations.¡± ¡°Justice,¡± Sergey said, from the heart. ¡°Glad you think so. I picked up the key, broke the office window and got away. I wiped the blood and the round squishy things off on the snow and called the office. I can''t remember who called the police, but someone did, anonymous tip-off that a they''d just helped a distraught almost-rape-victim get to safety, and the rapist might be bleeding to death. Someone else paid the drug dealer a visit.¡± ¡°What happened to him?¡± ¡°I don''t know. I don''t want to know.¡± ¡°Do I want to know what the key was to?¡± ¡°Just an office. Nothing in fact. It was the wrong key. The boys decided to go in the other way after that, impressive badges and uniforms rather than sneaky-sneaky, and that didn''t turn up what they were looking for either.¡± ¡°Not quite,¡± Yuri said, surprising them both, ¡°assuming you''re whispering about your shark attack. Ask Yelena to fill you in.¡± ¡°Is the news good?¡± Anastasia asked. ¡°We hope, we pray, we leave the final result to God. I''ve told Yelena, but I can take the boys to see their mother. Come, boys!¡± ¡°I''ve told Dimitri he shouldn''t mention Vasily, Yuri,¡± Anastasia said. ¡°No, he shouldn''t. Good job we can all keep secrets here, eh, Sergey?¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± ¡°So, since you can''t tell Anastasia you know Vasily''s daddy, perhaps I''d better, eh?¡± ¡°Sir, does Yelena know?¡± Captain Sergey asked. ¡°Not as far as I know. You''re wondering if you can tell her?¡± ¡°Actually I was wondering if something she said about Anastasia was aimed specifically or more generally.¡± ¡°Oh, she gave you that talk did she? She meant generally, I''d say. Just keep who knows who within the room.¡± ¡°Very well, sir.¡± After Yuri and the boys had left, Anastasia asked ¡°You recognise Yuri?¡± ¡°I''m not on a first name basis with him.¡± ¡°Don''t tell me his rank, OK? I don''t know it, and want to keep my ignorance. What were you asking about me?¡± ¡°Yelena said you''d mix equally with royalty as with questionable company,¡± Sergey said. ¡°Hmm. Yuri obviously recognised it.¡± ¡°It could have been a standard talk. I don''t know. I asked about your job.¡± ¡°And she told you?¡± ¡°In general. Deep cover agent. Moving in all sorts of levels of society, that somehow, if we marry, I''d be involved in your cover, either as the deceived husband or the knowing corrupted one. That you''re at risk if you stay in your role, or possibly at greater risk if you stop.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°Yes, unless you vanish totally, or your cover needs you to play happy housewife and mother for the next fifteen years, but that would be out of our hands.¡± ¡°It sounds like she''s thought through a lot of that.¡± ¡°Yes. Oh, she also told me that if I passed on what she''d said or what you told me then I''d likely be responsible for your death and I shouldn''t expect a public trial so much as a bullet through the brain or something like that.¡± ¡°She threatened you with a bullet through the brain?¡± ¡°No. She just said, ''you''ve heard rumours of secret service justice, I''m sure.''¡± ¡°That''s vague and threatening, isn''t it.¡± ¡°I imagine that was the intention.¡± ¡°I do wonder where Yelena got all that from.¡± ¡°Surely it must have been some kind of briefing to new whatever-rank-she-is.¡± Anastasia laughed, ¡°I doubt it. I really doubt it. Come on, I want to hear what Yuri told Yelena about Natasha''s operation.¡± ¡°Why do you use first names and not ranks?¡± ¡°Because we''re deep cover, Sergey. Very deep cover. Mixing equally easily with scum and royalty. Or maybe happier with the scum, actually, since no one expects them to know which set of cutlery to use.¡± ¡°Start at the outside,¡± he said. ¡°Unless there''s a choice of dishes including fish,¡± Anastasia pointed out. ¡°Good point.¡± ¡°Which there is quite often in Atlantis.¡±
Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 10: Remote access

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 10:Remote access

Embassy of Russia, Atlantis. 6.30pm, Friday December 21st ¡°Commander, Amos, welcome.¡± Mikhail greeted Sue and Amos. ¡°Your excellency,¡± Sue and Amos acknowledged. ¡°Certain of my guests would much prefer to drop all titles for the evening, if that''s acceptable,¡± Mikhail said. ¡°Do you mean for the introductions too?¡± ¡°Preferably,¡± Anastasia said, ¡°I, for example, don''t want to know what exalted rank my commanding officer has, for my peace of mind, and on the basis of what I don''t know I can''t let slip.¡± ¡°And I''m sure you''re well briefed anyway, Commander Reynolds,¡± Yuri said, ¡°In the present company I''m known as Yuri. Allow me to introduce Yelena and Anastasia who I have the pleasure of naming friends as well as colleagues.¡± ¡°I''m happy to be Sue. I admit I was rather surprised to learn of your presence.¡± ¡°I have no objection to her majesty deciding that not only did my wife''s difficulty in pregnancy count as a medical emergency but that medical emergencies and not separating spouses counted as more important than travel bans.¡± ¡°The operation went well?¡± Sue asked. ¡°We pray so. Rest and lack of movement are important now, I''m told. She is what the doctors call half-darted ¡ª paralysed apart from her head and arms, and sleeping a lot.¡± ¡°I presume they didn''t give a success probability?¡± Amos asked. ¡°No. They just said they were hopeful, but keep praying.¡± ¡°And you came in my friend Boris'' latest creation,¡± Amos said. ¡°Yes. Half an hour from St Petersburg.¡± Amos shook his head, ¡°And I thought giving a conventional submarine some wings was doing well.¡± ¡°Ah, the famous flying fish?¡± ¡°Yes. Not such a great achievement as anti-gravity. That had been theoretically disproved, you know?¡± ¡°No. So how did we get here?¡± ¡°Boris very cleverly spotted the mistake in the disproof.¡± ¡°And I presume that''s all I''m ever going to learn?¡± Yuri asked. ¡°I would hope so, Yuri,¡± Amos said ¡°We sadly have few doubts what certain people would do with the knowledge if it became widespread.¡± ¡°Even your rock-cutters are too dangerous,¡± Yelena said. ¡°And I''d like to add even a short range version, like I''ve heard rumours of. "If it can cut five millimeters it''s bad, because it could be used to cut through windows. If it can cut twenty-five, then it could be used to cut though cell doors in prisons. Please keep that technology away from landfolk, Amos. Perhaps you know what would happen if someone used a rock-cutter on forcefield glass. I can''t imagine anything good.¡± ¡°Forcefield glass?¡± Amos asked, Sue touched his hand with an image, ¡°Oh, thank you, Sue. Hmm, hopefully it would just skitter off until it hit the edge, but it could certainly do damage there. You think someone would try?¡± ¡°Certainly. Jewelery shops used to often fall victim to thieves with rocks, so stock was hidden overnight. Forcefield glass put a stop to that problem and they''re used to leaving their stock on display now.¡± ¡°Yes, I see. You don''t even think a regulated trade might be possible?¡± Amos asked. ¡°If you only sold it on Mars, I could imagine that it would only be a matter of time before people are making the trip specifically for that purpose. I''m quite frankly shocked that no one has succeeded in mugging a Mer for one yet. Note that I say succeeded. I''m sure there have been attempted thefts.¡± ¡°Would you be able to put a black-market value on one?¡± Mikhail asked her. ¡°Not quite my area of expertise,¡± she said with a smile, ¡°but I''d imagine a million in Sue''s favourite currency, easily. And that''s just among bank robbers and the like. Just imagine: slice, the safe is open; slice, the bank vault is open; slice, the prison wall has a hole in it; slice, the weapons store has another door.¡± Amos looked at Sue, ¡°Sue, do you agree?¡± ¡°I hadn''t thought of all the twisted uses, but yes, I can''t think why a criminal wouldn''t think that way.¡± ¡°Sorry, Sue, but those aren''t even twisted uses,¡± Yelena said, ¡°they''re just cutting rock, brickwork or metal. For twisted uses, put one in the hands of of a terrorist: slice, that bridge is falling down; or in the hands of a sadist.¡± ¡°Yelena, this is supposed to be a pleasant meal!¡± Mikhail protested. ¡°Sorry, I thought we''d got into the topic of not giving bad people dangerous technology.¡± ¡°And you feel the risks are too great, obviously.¡± Amos said. ¡°We don''t manage to keep rocket propelled grenades or military-grade explosives out of the hands of bank robbers, Amos. Let alone industrial explosives. I cannot think of a legitimate use that would be worth the social cost of it being perverted.¡± ¡°You might say that about any advance in technology.¡± Mikhail said. ¡°And we have laser cutting technology,¡± Sue pointed out. ¡°Not portable though. You need a big box and a wall plug.¡± ¡°Are you aware of one being used for crime?¡± Sue asked, ¡°I''m not.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Yelena said, looking at Yuri for guidance. ¡°It was not made public,¡± Yuri said, ¡°because the risk of copy-cat attempts was felt to be high. There was a bank with a vacant office next door. "A laser cutter was used to gain access to the vault. About five hundred safety deposit boxes were emptied overnight. Interestingly, whoever did it must have had a list of who owned the boxes, and a grudge to settle, because the only victims were suspected corrupt politicians and mafia crime lords.¡± ¡°And corrupt lecturers, Yuri,¡± Yelena added. ¡°Yes, that''s true. Certain senior lecturers at the imperial university were also found among the victims, and they couldn''t give a reasonable account for how they''d acquired the money to buy the jewellery they lost. It is suspected that it was by the steady accumulation of bribes from students who seemed to have unexpectedly passed their exams.¡± ¡°It sounds the work of a well organised group,¡± Sue commented, wondering if it had actually been a secret-services led operation. ¡°Not very,¡± Yelena said, ¡°An insider at the bank left their fingerprints all over the database. They got arrested quite quickly, and since they hadn''t been that well paid, admitted everything. Most of the stolen goods were retrieved.¡± ¡°And returned to their owners?¡± ¡°To those who could demonstrate ownership or account for the wealth represented, yes.¡± Yuri said, ¡°Strangely enough, quite a lot of the things recovered had been listed as stolen goods, so there were a number of other arrests that came about as a result of the break in.¡± ¡°But, you implied the culprits weren''t known?¡± Sue asked. ¡°No. There was... shall we say a communication failure in the police force? They went in the front with sirens and lights and failed to have anyone at the back door. But that''s assuming they were even there.¡± ¡°Nothing from forensics?¡± ¡°Their so-called lair had been used as a general market on a regular basis. Forensics took one look at the dirt on the floor and said forget it.¡± ¡°Why do you say they might not have been there?¡± Amos asked. ¡°They had remote control of the video cameras. The recordings showed them all being pointed at the walls, during the robbery and immediately afterwards, and then the culprits very considerately pointed the cameras at the hoard. "It showed no activity at all for the previous twenty four hours, until the police entered, at which point certain items vanished. You may assume there were more arrests.¡± ¡°But you don''t want copy-cats?¡± Mikhail asked, trying not to laugh. ¡°Exact copy-cats wouldn''t be that unwelcome, I''m sure,¡± Yuri said, ¡°But there were some items that weren''t recovered, so I presume the rest was all just meant as a distraction.¡± ¡°What went missing?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Ah, well, Sue. I really don''t think I ought to tell you that. It might embarrass some of my counterparts in other departments.¡± ¡°When did this happen, might I ask?¡± ¡°Yelena, do you remember?¡± ¡°I''m sure the raid was after I got here, Yuri. I remember hearing about it here. Oh, I remember, it was just before the attack on the Mer ambassador to Mars.¡± ¡°Was that a difficult time to be here and Russian?¡± Sue asked. ¡°I was asked some questions, certainly. Anastasia, how did you find it?¡± ¡°I was just shocked, myself, but more at the response from home.¡± ¡°Oh? Which bit of it?¡± Yuri asked. ¡°The way the press decided the man who questioned his orders and then admitted all was scum, and the idiot who came up with the plan to steal a top-secret military space pod from the most technologically advanced nation on Earth on a planet where we take months to get there and the Mer can do it in a week is an absolute hero.¡± ¡°Probably the way he refused to acknowledge the independent status of Mars, in line with state policy,¡± Yuri pointed out. ¡°Yes. Am I allowed to disagree with state policy in this context, sir?¡± ¡°Privately, Anastasia, we may disagree with all sorts of things it would be unwise to disagree with publicly,¡± Yuri said, ¡°I think this particular context is towards the private end of the spectrum, would you agree, Sue?¡± ¡°Absolutely.¡± ¡°Being more discrete than I might need to be, I''ll just say: guess what I think of state policy,¡± Anastasia said. ¡°What''s happened to the press''s hero, by the way?¡± Amos asked, ¡°Wasn''t he due for execution?¡± ¡°He is still awaiting it, as far as I know,¡± Yuri said, ¡°The Mars Council has elected to await a formal response about whether we want him or not, and of course state policy says we don''t issue formal responses to unrecognised break-away regions holding our servicemen hostage.¡± ¡°I''ve seen very little about whether his wife wants him back or not,¡± Yelena said. ¡°Ah, no. You won''t have done.¡± Yuri said, ¡°Her response didn''t quite fit the picture the press wanted to paint. She''d be quite happy to get his pension, but I understand that his income is about the only thing she likes about him at the moment. It seems he wasn''t the best husband or father when he was around. I understand that in the middle of the press campaign, the Tsar had a letter from her humbly asking that if it was politically acceptable he be kept as far away from her and her daughter as humanly possible.¡± The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°Has the Mars Council been made aware of that?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Probably not.¡± Yuri said, ¡°''Dear council, save your gloop, his wife wants him dead.'' isn''t strictly true and nor is it the sort of thing anyone would dare to communicate, even unofficially. You can''t tell foreign powers to go ahead and execute your soldiers, after all.¡± ¡°No. So, what''s going to happen?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Either the Council executes him, there''s some fatal accident, he commits suicide, or some third power is probably going to volunteer to bring him back at an appropriate time of the cycle. My guess is that won''t be Atlantis, as according to his wife the man regularly beat her and her daughter, while boasting of his multiple adulteries.¡± ¡°What a sick individual,¡± Amos said. ¡°What about the other one?¡± Anastasia asked. ¡°He turned from his sins and walked I can''t remember how many kilometers,¡± Sue said, ¡°I understand that after he''d walked a certain distance he was met by his girlfriend who walked with him, with her screamer and radiation shelter in case of a radiation storm, and that her friends made sure they had regular food and drinks. They''re now married.¡± ¡°That is the happier side to the story,¡± Yelena said, ¡°I just wish the orders had never been approved.¡± ¡°So does the Tsar, I assure you. Mikhail, have you heard of any progress towards signing the Geneva conventions?¡± ¡°I have not been officially informed of anything, Yuri. Sue, in your role as military attach¨¦, do you know of any progress?¡± ¡°There are problems, I understand, with some of the terms,¡± ¡°Really?¡± Yelena was surprised. ¡°Uniforms, for instance,¡± Sue said, ¡°the conventions are quite clear about uniforms, and the Mer aren''t convinced. They will not sign up to anything that they can''t adhere to one hundred percent, and they know quite well that, for example, the attackers on Mars were not in uniform.¡± ¡°They were special forces troops,¡± Yuri said. ¡°Yet there is still no provision for such in the conventions, let alone clandestine operations. There are various more recent intergovernmental agreements, but the conventions basically define special operations as not being acts of war and therefore are illegal acts. Ordering illegal acts is supposed to get the superior officer in trouble, and so on, let alone ordering attacks on non-combatant diplomats. They notice a lack of response on that front.¡± Mikhail nodded, ¡°I was told they''re not going to be a signatory to an international law unless the law is rigorously adhered to by at least major powers.¡± ¡°Ah. An interesting point. Is that what the line about ''unworthy persons in positions of authority and not being held to account'' is about, do you think?¡± ¡°Certainly,¡± Mikhail said. ¡°So... Amos, as the only representative of your people here, do you believe the punishment of the guilty officer would need to be entirely public?¡± ¡°I think I understand you, Yuri, but I''m a little confused.¡± ¡°Let us say that a previously significant military figure who gave such a punishable order was moved to a position where his authority was only over untrained troops rather than a fighting force, or perhaps only over an ''armoured division'' made of incredibly lightly armoured ''troop transports'', also known as a car pool. But suppose that this humiliating demotion was not made public, and he was allowed to keep wearing his uniform. "Would that be considered as an acceptable punishment, or should there be a public trial and so on?¡± ¡°My immediate reaction is that courts martial are often conducted behind closed doors,¡± Amos said, ¡°and a man who''s served his country faithfully only to make a single regrettable decision towards the end of his career, perhaps as a result of advancing age, need not be publicly humiliated. But I''m not a lawyer or a diplomat. I guess my gut feeling is that a younger officer, with less experience, might need a more public reprimand, no matter who his contacts might be. That might help stamp out the impression that contacts absolve one from responsibility. And we do sometimes all need a bit of public humiliation.¡± ¡°You''re thinking of yourself?¡± ¡°Oh, I''ve suffered quite the odd humiliating failure. I was more thinking of my sister''s teenage prank.¡± ¡°I don''t know I''ve heard this,¡± Yuri said. ¡°Somewhere among your submariners, Yuri, there is in all probability someone who was the rear periscope of one of your T-class fast attack submarines about oh, I guess twenty-five years ago now. Assuming he or she was doing their duty and scanning the entire three hundred and sixty degrees of ocean surface, they ought to have seen my then-teenage sister swimming up behind the forward periscope and pulling faces at the back of it. Thus winning her dare and putting at risk the secret of the existence of our people. I''m afraid I don''t know the submarine''s number.¡± ¡°I keep trying to persuade Mikhail to give Karella a model T-class for her desk,¡± Sue said, ¡°but he''s worried it might upset her. I think she''d laugh.¡± ¡°We assume,¡± Amos said, ¡°that the submariner didn''t dare report their mermaid sighting to anyone. The moral of this story is that young and stupid doesn''t necessarily mean irredeemably useless. As long as it gets corrected, of course. She and her co-conspirator had to clean the barnacles out of the engines.¡± ¡°Who grassed her up?¡± Yelena asked. ¡°That would be her little brother, who she was supposed to be looking after.¡± Amos said. ¡°Next question, should you really be spreading disrespectful stories about your queen and sister?¡± Anastasia asked. ¡°Oh, it''s not a secret. Quite the public trial it was, with respected elders shaking their fingers and saying learn from this, young ones, don''t do the same, even if we did when we were your age. And I don''t think it''s disrespectful to say she''s had her thoughtless stage and learned her lesson well.¡± ¡°I''m surprised she wasn''t barred from the line of succession,¡± Yuri said. ¡°Mikhail?¡± Amos asked, ¡°Would you like to do the honours, or shall I?¡± ¡°I''d much prefer you do it,¡± Mikhail said, ¡°I don''t want to upset anyone.¡± ¡°Can I?¡± Yelena asked ¡°I don''t want to upset anyone, but I think I can help Yuri understand.¡± ¡°Go ahead,¡± Amos said. ¡°Rule is not something the Mer seek, Yuri. They are philosophers and apex predators, who can catch enough fish for a day in half an hour, and the struggle to survive is not against starvation but against aggression from sharks and us. They see rule and leadership as inconvenient duties laid upon them by circumstance and abilities. They''d rather play dolphin. Since the days of their civil war they have had a council of the wise, elected by public nomination and general consent. First the queen of one of the two Mer races handed her crown to the council then the other monarch asked why he couldn''t have an easier life too. As the Mer decided to come out from hiding, the council decided we needed them to have a monarch once more, and they chose Karella, who''d served on the council some years. She objected, but could not argue strongly enough to convince the others. She is truly the ruler of all Mer by will of the High Council. They are proud to be called an ancient and barbaric civilization, for they truly hate the aspects of intrigue, corruption and vice that would come from being a cultured civilisation.¡± ¡°You have come to know us well in a short time, Yelena,¡± Amos said. ¡°Unlike some, I read the embassy''s information, and then I asked around, and then I did a little more reading and found some things Sue had written, too.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Sue asked, surprised. ¡°Some of your sailors need reminding that the password on a wrist unit can be used remotely,¡± Yelena said, ¡°and that while a local copy of their orientation manual might be handy, but it''s really not that wise. Oh, and taking someones picture and letting them grab it from your wrist unit? Bad idea. That really ought to be covered in basic training.¡± ¡°It is,¡± Sue said, ¡°but I guess basic training was too long ago for some people. I don''t suppose you could tell me who I need to roast, could you?¡± ¡°Yelena, as a gesture of friendship, perhaps you should offer to give the Commander''s sailors a little embarrassing lesson in information security? "I''m sure it''ll be all the more effective if it comes from a Colonel in the Imperial Secret Services. And tell her exactly what you found out, of course.¡± ¡°Of course, Yuri. Don''t worry, Sue. I was just being nosy for my own purposes, I didn''t pass anything on.¡± ¡°Not even to me,¡± Anastasia said, ¡°and we''re supposed to be on the same side.¡± ¡°We are on the same side, Anastasia, but I really wasn''t sure whose side the others were on, and you seemed to be listening to them a lot more than me.¡± ¡°Let that be a lesson to you, Anastasia,¡± Yuri said, ¡°Yelena is always worth listening to.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± ¡°Do you want to see, Sue?¡± Yelena asked with a little smile, ¡°It''s on my wrist unit, I''ll happily send it to you.¡± ¡°Very funny,¡± Sue said, ¡°Would I get a remote access kit, too?¡± ¡°I wouldn''t do that to my friends, Sue. I was just teasing.¡± ¡°Are we friends?¡± ¡°I hope so. You are Mikhail''s friend, and fellow ambassador. And as Mikhail and I were discussing earlier this evening, about twelve years ago I made a vow to God that I''d accept him the next time he proposed to me. And an oath must be kept.¡± ¡°''Next time''?¡± Amos asked. ¡°It was quite a regular occurrence at school,¡± Yelena said, ¡°but we went to different universities and then Mikhail couldn''t find me, so we''ve got some catching up to do.¡± ¡°And you weren''t looking for him?¡± Sue asked. ¡°I had no idea where he was, and I''d been so cruel to him I was pretty sure he''d find someone nicer than me.¡± ¡°Actually, I found God,¡± Mikhail said, ¡°So if we had met before we did it might not have gone well. But now we''re both Christians,¡± he put his arm around Yelena, ¡°I fully intend to not let her vanish again.¡± ¡°So, you are walking together?¡± Amos asked, happy for his friend. ¡°What Yelena didn''t say is just before we went to our different universities I promised her I''d propose again. I don''t quite know what that makes us.¡± Sue looked between the two of them, ¡°Yelena''s vowed to accept and you''ve promised you''d ask?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Yelena said, ¡°I did tell him that I wasn''t going to demand he keep his promise though. It''s been a long long time.¡± ¡°You see me so reluctant, too,¡± Mikhail said. ¡°I think, Mikhail, that makes you betrothed by promise, even if not by vow. Congratulations.¡± ¡°Have you two set a date yet?¡± Mikhail asked. ¡°Technically, we''re not full allies yet and so we can''t,¡± Sue said, ¡°but negotiations are progressing.¡± ¡°Informally,¡± Amos said, ¡°Sue knows I''m going to ask her immediately the treaty''s signed.¡± ¡°And Amos informally knows I''ve got my answer and my wedding dress ready. But we''re not allowed to get engaged.¡± ¡°I hope the negotiations finish quickly,¡± Yuri said. Yelena tapped some commands on her wrist unit, and passed it to Sue. ¡°This is what I found, Sue. Happy browsing.¡± ¡°You''d trust me to poke around on your wrist unit?¡± ¡°If you can get out of that sub-directory I''d be very surprised.¡± ¡°I won''t try,¡± Sue said, ¡°Hmm. An address book too?¡± ¡°I wasn''t interested, but I guess it''ll help you find who one of the culprits is.¡± ¡°Probably. Oh dear, Yelena? It might have been a booby trap. I''m not seeing addresses.¡± ¡°Oh yes! How interesting! It''s trying to call out, and discovering it can''t. Well, that''s enough of that. Let''s see what it tried to do. Oh, the sneaky thing!¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Well if this had been a real wrist unit, it would have got my location and network I.D. and sent them somewhere, I guess to your government, and also installed a remote access kit too.¡± ¡°It''s not a real wrist unit?¡± Amos asked, confused. ¡°I run into those sorts of things pretty often. This runs a custom operating system. Everything a program does in the emulator just gets logged. Here Sue, this is what the photographer let me copy.¡± ¡°Lots of photographs. Hmm. I think we have a special friendship here, this woman crops up quite a lot. Do you recognise her?¡± She asked Yelena, passing the wrist unit back. ¡°Oh, yes, she was with him. She doesn''t look Mer to me.¡± ¡°No,¡± Sue agreed. ¡°Oh look, I''ve got some information on her.¡± Yelena said, ¡°Hmm. Sorry, Sue.¡± ¡°Sorry Sue, what?¡± ¡°Sorry Sue, you''ve probably got a bigger problem than just lax information security. Not an innocent tourist. Yuri?¡± Yuri looked at the information, ¡°Naval intelligence? Yelena, you have my full backing for your decisions. I''m just here accompanying my wife and learning about the generous Merfolk, you''re the senior officer on the ground. I presume she hasn''t made herself known to you, Mikhail?¡± ¡°No one has told me anything, Yuri.¡± ¡°Breach of protocol there,¡± Yuri pointed out. ¡°Valentina Ivanovna is a uniformed officer, and that certainly looks like her file photo.¡± ¡°So, she should have reported to me, or the captain, who would have reported to me. I''ll just go to the barracks and check it hasn''t slipped his mind.¡± ¡°Sue, the controller that booby-trap wanted to call belongs to Russian navy intelligence,¡± Yelena said, ¡°I''ll come with you, Mikhail, just in case.¡± ¡°Just in case what?¡± ¡°Just in case you need a witness, a body-guard or there''s an opportunity for hugs.¡±
Embassy of Russia, Atlantis 7pm, Friday December 21st. ¡°The captain has seen her getting his men to buy her drinks, but she''s not made herself known to him, Sue.¡± Mikhail reported ¡°She therefore is in trouble as far as I''m concerned.¡± ¡°All wrist units are going to be turned in,¡± Sue said, ¡°So we''ll find out how big the problem is, hopefully.¡± ¡°And I''ve told Karella,¡± Amos said, ¡°So I doubt she''ll be getting many more free drinks from sailors.¡± ¡°I suggest we eat and await developments,¡± Yuri said. ¡°It might be a long evening for some of us.¡± ¡°Mikhail, Yelena, I hope you don''t mind,¡± Amos said, ¡°Karella asked how you two were getting on and I told her about your old vow and promise. She asks, for future reference, if your parents have passports.¡± ¡°Mine do,¡± Mikhail said, ¡°But I''m fairly sure I''m not allowed to accept a free lift for them to visit, I presume the same would go for Yelena''s parents.¡± ¡°But you do have the right to apply for space on a military transport for them,¡± Yuri said. ¡°And that turns into civilian transport or a Mer submarine because of our ban on your military officers,¡± Amos added, ¡°So Karella says please let her know where they can get to easily, approximate timing, and so on.¡±
Red reef tavern, Atlantis 7.15pm, Friday December 21st. ¡°Lieutenant Valentina Ivanovna,¡± Lara Knifetongue said, sitting down at the table where a couple were laughing together, ¡°you are under arrest.¡± ¡°Who, Lara?¡± midshipman Horace Lamb asked, looking confused. His friend did too. ¡°Your company for the evening, Horace. You''ve upset a number of people, Valentina,¡± Lara said, ticking them off on her fingers, ¡°Your ambassador, Horace''s superior officer, the High Council of Atlantis, and probably Horace too. Horace, Commander Reynolds would like to talk to you, but you should power off your wrist unit immediately. Shouldn''t he, Valentina?¡± ¡°I don''t know why you keep calling me that.¡± she replied. After waiting for her and Horace turn their wrist units off, Lara said, ¡°Oh, just circumstantial evidence, you look really really like the file photo of Lieutenant Valentina Ivanovna of the Russian imperial naval intelligence service, Horace has lots of pictures of you on his wrist unit along with a booby-trapped address book entry which reported to Russian naval intelligence, and you''re sitting exactly where Queen Karella told me I could find Lieutenant Valentina Ivanovna.¡± ¡°You.... how could you? You said you loved me!¡± Horace said. ¡°It''s a coincidence,¡± Valentina said, ¡°Believe me, Horace, I didn''t put an attack file on your wrist unit. Please believe me!¡± ¡°Why should I?¡± ¡°Because I want to be civilian, and leave corrupt Russia, I''m absent without leave.¡± ¡°Oh! Now the Tsar will be upset with you too.¡± Lara said. ¡°Come along, Valentina. Just don''t make me upset with you, for example by asking me to help you break any oaths.¡± ¡°I swear, Horace, I didn''t lie about loving you, I didn''t put that on your wrist unit. I swear, I didn''t!¡± ¡°I think you will be talking to truthsayers soon, Valentina. Or my queen will separate truth from fiction. Horace, you may come too, if you wish.¡± ¡°Nothing but a pack of lies,¡± Horace said, staring at the crying woman. [Oddly enough, Lara, she''s telling the truth about not putting it on his wrist unit.] Karella thought to her, [Tell Horace.] ¡°Horace,¡± Lara said, ¡°She did not lie about the wrist unit. About the rest, Karella has not said more.¡± ¡°I do love you, Horace,¡± Valentina pleaded. ¡°You said your name was Sandra Smith, too,¡± Horace said, bitterly. ¡°It is.¡± [Horace coming too would be good,] Karella thought, [so he can give evidence and calm down a bit. Don''t tell him the last bit.] ¡°Karella says your evidence will be valuable, Horace. Please do come.¡± ¡°If your queen wants me, then I''ll come.¡± Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 11: Identity crisis

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 11:Identity crisis

High Council of Atlantis, 8.30pm ¡°Let the prisoner be aware that her thoughts are heard by all on the council, and not seek to deceive us,¡± the elder of the council stated, ¡°You face trial for violating the ban on Russian military personnel of greater rank than a commander of ten. Do you understand this?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°As your identity is a key part of the case against you, please state your name and nationality.¡± ¡°I am Sandra Smith, and am a citizen of the Restored Kingdom.¡± ¡°We acknowledge you do not seem to be lying. Our first witness is the ambassador for Russia. Your Excellency, do you recognise the prisoner?¡± The elder of the Council asked. ¡°Not personally,¡± Mikhail said, ¡°She looks very much like the picture I have seen of Lieutenant Valentina Ivanovna of the Russian imperial naval intelligence service. But appearances can be deceptive.¡± ¡°Thank you. If she were the Lieutenant, what actions would you have expected from her?¡± ¡°As a member of the armed forces, if she were assigned here, she ought to have made her presence known. I would have also expect her to have her uniform with her, although she wouldn''t need to wear it when off duty.¡± ¡°You were present during the search of her lodging, was a uniform found?¡± ¡°Yes, one was,¡± Mikhail said. ¡°Would you identify it for us?¡± ¡°It was the uniform of a female lieutenant in the imperial navy intelligence service.¡± ¡°Did it bear anyone''s name?¡± ¡°Yes, it was marked with the patronymic Ivanovna.¡± ¡°So there is no reasonable doubt in your mind that she is indeed Valentina Ivanovna?¡± ¡°I would find that the most natural explanation, unless she were some kind of imposter.¡± ¡°Do you find that second possibility plausible?¡± ¡°It might explain why she did not report to the embassy, explain her presence in contravention of the Council''s ruling, and not be lying when she gave her name.¡± ¡°How would you account for her failure to present herself otherwise?¡± ¡°I would prefer not to enter into wild speculations, Elder.¡± Mikhail replied. ¡°Thank you, your excellency. Oh, before you leave the stand, would you say that a state of war, armed conflict, or other hostility exists between Russia and Atlantis?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± ¡°As there is no armed conflict, would the prisoner agree that no one should be making any reference to the Geneva conventions?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± ¡°So, we don''t need to hear your rank or serial number. We would like you to say more about your name though.¡± ¡°When I was four my mother died and a little later my father took me to his homeland and renamed me Valentina Ivanovna. I recently discovered that I was born Sandra Smith. Or rather re-discovered it, and claim that as my true identity.¡± ¡°How did you discover this?¡± ¡°I found my childhood passport in my deceased father''s papers.¡± ¡°Were you pleased to find it?¡± ¡°Yes, very. I knew my name had been changed, but I couldn''t remember it.¡± ¡°And on the basis of that passport, you gained a new one, and used that passport to travel here?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°My commanding officer in naval intelligence instructed me to, and to not contact the ambassador.¡± ¡°Your commanding officer did not foresee any problem with you asserting a secondary citizenship?¡± ¡°Not that he expressed to me.¡± ¡°What were your duties?¡± The elder asked. ¡°I was to talk socially with the forces of all nations present, and get pictures of myself taken with them.¡± ¡°For what purpose?¡± ¡°I do not know,¡± Sandra replied. ¡°Was that all you were to do?¡± ¡°I was to record myself in uniform in some obviously Atlantis location, with some unmistakable indication of the date, for example the singing of Christmas songs.¡± ¡°Have you done this yet?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Did you get photos of yourself with service men?¡± ¡°It didn''t feel right at the beginning, as though I was trophy hunting or something. I decided I would ask for pictures when I left, then... I got involved with one particular sailor, Horace Lamb, and it would have been hard, if he hadn''t been involved. I thought a group photograph would be best.¡± ¡°Could it be that the intent of your stay was to demonstrate that the Mer interdiction on military officers is not as absolute as claimed, and we are not able to do everything we say?¡± ¡°It''s possible.¡± ¡°Would you please describe to the court how you reached Atlantis?¡± ¡°As a tourist, from my birth-country.¡± ¡°Were you at any time prior to your arrest asked if you served in the Russian military?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Were you at any time prior to your arrest asked if you served in any military?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Did you do anything except act in a tourist-like manner in your time here?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Would you say you acted in a manner entirely consistent with a tourist of your birth-nationality?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Would Sandra Smith would have reported to the Russian ambassador?¡± ¡°Certainly not.¡± ¡°But Lieutenant Valentina Ivanovna would have?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°How did you feel, when you saw your uniform?¡± ¡°I tried not to look at it. It was in a separate part of my luggage.¡± ¡°So, for all intents and purposes, during your visit to Atlantis you were the tourist Sandra Smith, not Lieutenant Valentina Ivanovna?¡± ¡°Urm, Yes.¡± ¡°The court asks midshipman Horace Lamb to take the stand.¡± The elder said, then asked ¡°How did the prisoner react to first being addressed as Valentina Ivanovna?¡± ¡°She looked round, looking confused.¡± ¡°How did she react to you calling her a liar for calling herself Sandra Smith?¡± ¡°She said that''s who she was.¡± ¡°Did she at any time agree she was Valentina Ivanovna?¡± ¡°Not really.¡± ¡°Thank you, you may return to your seat. The court asks her majesty Karella Farspeaker to answer some questions.¡± ¡°I am here,¡± Karella came out of a side room. ¡°When you heard there was a Russian naval intelligence officer on Atlantis, how did you react?¡± ¡°Intense surprise, Elder.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because every day I check for people who are Russian military, politicians or diplomats who should not be here, and I saw none.¡± ¡°How then would you explain the Lieutenant''s presence?¡± ¡°My first thought was, as I assumed with some other recent cases, that she came before the ban entered in force, otherwise I thought maybe the Lord had determined that she should be here. But I''m not sure, because when I try to identify the woman there, the first answer I see is not a warrior, elder. That is a secondary identity, but the first identity I see is an actress called Sandra Smith.¡± Sandra gasped, and put her hand to her mouth. Karella took a quick look at her thoughts and asked, ¡°Sandra, would you like to share with the court what memories have just bubbled to the surface of your mind?¡± ¡°One was my Dad, saying ''Yes, love, it''s all a big game of pretend. You need to pretend you''re Valentina Ivanovna from now on.'' And the other one, I was asked why I wanted to join the intelligence service. I replied that I was good at acting, and almost felt that my whole life I had been acting one role or another.¡± ¡°Your role in intelligence service then, consists of acting different parts?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Have you ever felt you needed to think ''how would Valentina Ivanovna react to such and such a situation?''¡± Karella asked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°What about Sandra Smith?¡± Karella asked. ¡°Only at first, then I thought, you don''t need to do this, just be yourself.¡± If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡°Did you ever form a romantic attachment in Russia?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°Valentina was engaged, then I found out he was two-timing her.¡± ¡°When was this?¡± ¡°Just as my father was dying.¡± ¡°Are you lieutenant Valentina Ivanovna?¡± the Elder of the council asked, getting confused about the way she was speaking of Valentina in the third person. ¡°Yes, I must be. No one else is.¡± ¡°Are you also Sandra Smith?¡± he asked. ¡°Yes.¡± she said, more certainly. ¡°Why didn''t you want to look at your uniform, Sandra?¡± Karella asked. ¡°It was so nice not being Valentina.¡± ¡°You stated at your arrest that you were absent without leave. Was that true?¡± The elder asked. ¡°No.¡± ¡°If you had not been arrested, might you have sought to stay to pursue your romance?¡± ¡°Yes, certainly.¡± ¡°Have you ever before thought to break a promise Valentina made because she wasn''t you?¡± he asked again. ¡°No, she doesn''t,¡± she corrected herself, ¡°I don''t break promises.¡± ¡°But you enjoy not being her?¡± he asked. ¡°Yes,¡± she replied. ¡°But you often play different roles. Are you always relieved you stop playing one?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Have you ever had a combat role?¡± he asked. ¡°No.¡± ¡°Or combat training?¡± ¡°Not really.¡± ¡°How many people have you commanded?¡± ¡°Me? None.¡± ¡°At your arrest, you seemed confused about being called Valentina, were you?¡± ¡°Yes. It seemed really out of place. No one should be calling me that here.¡± ¡°But it''s who you are.¡± ¡°It''s who I am in Russia.¡± ¡°But not here?¡± ¡°I''m only Valentina here sometimes. Valentina feels guilty about her orders. Does that make sense?¡± ¡°Sandra-Valentina, my belief is that you have a mild form of a multiple personality disorder,¡± Karella said, ¡°the death of your father and break up of your engagement, your childhood trauma, would all contribute. You have been pushing your experiences as Valentina away, dissociating yourself from them, trying to pretend they didn''t happen to you. Does this sound plausible?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Sandra said. ¡°You do this using the mental skills you learned as as actress to take on and then discard roles and separate truth from reality,¡± Karella continued, ¡°There it is very healthy thing, but you are misapplying them to your real experiences, as though Valentina were a separate person, or a role. I am afraid that my earlier questioning may have strengthened the power of this lie, I''m sorry.¡± ¡°Thank you, your majesty,¡± the elder said. ¡°From her testimony, it seems the prisoner''s experience in naval intelligence has mainly been that of an actress, so it is hardly surprising you saw her as such. Also, she has never had a command role. Therefore, I conclude that while she holds the title of lieutenant, that is an honorary title and she is not a commander of ten. Therefore, she is not covered by the ban, and never has been. There is thus no surprise that she was not found as someone who should not be here. Lieutenant Valentina Ivanovna, born Sandra Smith, you are free to go, and you are of course free to use either of the names that are legitimately yours. I recommend, however, you claim both, and if you have problems with that, to seek help. Our most sincere apologies for the distress caused by your arrest and trial.¡± ¡°That''s it?¡± Sandra asked. ¡°On the matter before the court, you are free to stay in Atlantis as long as your visa and travel plans allow. Mr Ambassador, we trust you will return the young lady''s possessions immediately.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Mikhail told Sandra, ¡°However, your wrist unit has been found to contain a number of trojans and autonomous attack tools. The last I heard, it was still being analysed by a female officer I trust. Queen Karella assures me you knew nothing about them, and we must assume that their spreading their attacks of was one purpose in your mission.¡± ¡°So, I''ve unwittingly infected everyone who shared pictures with me?¡± ¡°The most dangerous is if you shared pictures with them, and they took too much or used unsafe methods, but I''m told some of the trojans apparently looked like pictures.¡± Yelena had told him the booby-trapped ''pictures'' in question were clearly intended to attract attention, and were only visible to people accessing the wrist unit externally. ¡°Oh. That technique. I didn''t know.¡± ¡°Your wrist unit also had a remote access tool on it. It''s possible the attacks were only initiated after you got here.¡± It was also entirely probable Sandra-Valentina hadn''t known what her wrist unit offered, or even that the pictures were being taken of her. ¡°Mr Ambassador, do I have any right of protest at such an invasion of my privacy?¡± ¡°You refer to the scanning of your wrist unit, or the remote access?¡± ¡°The remote access.¡± ¡°I believe you do, Lieutenant.¡± ¡°I would like to exercise that right.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°And to have my possessions back.¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°Without setting foot in imperial embassy grounds.¡± ¡°You fear arrest or something? You will be free to leave.¡± ¡°I am sorry, but I feel have little reason to trust.¡± ¡°I would like you to be fully briefed about what was on your wrist unit.¡± ¡°Can that not happen outside the embassy compound?¡± ¡°That decision rests with the High Council of Atlantis,¡± Mikhail said. ¡°Why?¡± Sandra asked. ¡°The officer in question does not have the right to roam the city at will.¡± ¡°But you trust her?¡± ¡°I do, entirely.¡± ¡°You speak, I presume of your betrothed, your excellency?¡± Sue asked. ¡°I do, Commander.¡± ¡°Would you accept a location in our embassy, Sandra? Assuming the council allow the imperial ambassador''s betrothed permission to visit?¡± ¡°Escorted by your men, commander? Certainly,¡± the elder said. ¡°You are most welcome to attend too, your excellency,¡± Sue added. ¡°I must study some legal documents, Commander, regarding the blatant disregard for this officer''s privacy and violation of procedure, both of which for the moment I presume originated from her immediate chain of command.¡±
Embassy of the Restored Kingdom, Atlantis ¡°Hi Sue,¡± Yelena said, ¡°Lieutenant? Please call me Yelena. I''ve been having fun with your wrist unit.¡± ¡°I, urm, expected someone military.¡± ¡°I''m not in a uniformed service,¡± Yelena said. ¡°But you are an officer?¡± ¡°Colonel, to be precise, but please don''t tell anyone. In the wrong ears that puts me and friends of mine in danger. Yelena is much safer. You didn''t know what was on your wrist unit, I presume?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°So you don''t particularly like whoever did it to you?¡± ¡°Ah, no.¡± ¡°That''s good,¡± Yelena grinned infectiously. ¡°What have you been up to, Yelena?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Just what comes naturally. A little investigating of my own. Do you know this man, Lieutenant?¡± ¡°Regrettably, yes,¡± Sandra said, ¡°two-timing ex-fianc¨¦.¡± ¡°Oh, a nasty slimy piece of work then?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Anything in particular you''d like his wrist unit to do?¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°Silly slime tried to look at a blurry picture from your wrist unit.¡± ¡°I don''t understand.¡± ¡°Your wrist unit was set to send all pictures back home. I sent one which was all blurry and flesh-tone. A standard bait photo, in other words. He opened it, the silly man.¡± ¡°You sent him a trojan?¡± ¡°Oh, not just him, don''t worry. I''m doing a proper investigation here, I was just wondering if there was anything particular you''d like me to investigate on his wrist unit? Say whether it can order some pizzas for a homeless shelter?¡± ¡°Yelena?¡± Sue asked, ¡°are you being serious?¡± ¡°Oh, I''m always serious, Sue,¡± Yelena said, still grinning. ¡°Just it sounds to me like you''re planning an illegal act.¡± ¡°Not at all, Sue. I''m conducting a test of the security alertness of this officer in another branch of the Russian state. So far, he has allowed his personal connection to the Lieutenant to make him violate lots of rules of data security by immediately clicking on an out of focus picture of a plant which just happens to look like vaguely reminiscent of female flesh if you''re a sex-crazed misogynist. The next stage of the security alertness test is that I make his wrist unit conduct a low value financial transaction which brings me no personal benefit, such as a charitable donation. If he''s obeyed governmental rules, that will fail. The chances are it won''t, of course.¡± ¡°There''s an orphanage fairly near him.¡± ¡°Excellent, how many children?¡± ¡°About a hundred, I think.¡± ¡°Perfect. Can you enter its name here? Oh, there''s a list.¡± ¡°Third one down.¡± Sandra said, ¡°Thank you. Does he like to be known as a generous man, or shall we make it an anonymous donation?¡± ¡°Oh, I''m sure he''d like to be known as generous,¡± Sandra replied, thinking that''d make it much harder for him to claim anything back. ¡°OK. Now, stage three of the test is we make this a regular order. In the circumstances, it being the run-up to Christmas and I expect the orphanage staff are planning something special, I think weekly rather than daily, don''t you?¡± ¡°Oh, absolutely.¡± ¡°There! Order placed, and yes, he''s failed that test too. I''ll have to put a reprimand on his file. This is his name, right?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Yelena issued a few more commands, ¡°Right, that''s done,¡± ¡°You''re sure that was legal?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Absolutely standard procedure,¡± Yelena said, not actually answering the question. ¡°Just Sandra''s planning to issue a complaint against her commanding officer for putting a tool like that on her wrist unit. Don''t prejudice that.¡± ¡°I have no plans to prejudice that. But it might be irrelevant. You haven''t seen what they did with that unit, Sue. However, since I have, Sandra or Valentina, you have a request for the commander.¡± ¡°I do?¡± ¡°I should think so. You or Horace ought to, anyway. Based on what they recorded this afternoon.¡± ¡°Horace hates me.¡± ¡°He''ll get over it, I''m sure. Sue, you probably want to call Horrace in here.¡± ¡°What are you saying, Yelena?¡± ¡°I think it would be better for Sandra to say it.¡± ¡°You want me to tell her I''m a stupid slut?¡± Sandra asked Yelena in Russian. ¡°Oh, no, Sandra,¡± Yelena corrected, ¡°I believe under the laws of Atlantis, you''re about to be a married woman, unless you want to take his life for dishonouring you. But I think marriage is a better option, given what you said to each other before and after.¡± ¡°But we can''t...¡± ¡°You have, woman. Unless that recording is a clever fake. You weren''t worried about the legal consequences when you promised to marry him or took him to your bed, so let''s solve them later. It''s going to be very easy to get you out of the Tsar''s navy, woman, if that''s all you''re worried about.¡± ¡°How?¡± ¡°Your oath of service does not allow them to secretly make your wrist unit distribute videos of yourself taking a shower, and failing anything else, based on this afternoon''s recording I can get you summarily dismissed for unbecoming conduct. So ask the commander for Horace''s presence and married quarters, or I will.¡± ¡°Yelena is convincing, commander,¡± Sandra said in English. ¡°Could I have Horace present?¡± ¡°In chains if necessary,¡± Yelena added. ¡°Chains?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Go on, Sandra,¡± Yelena prompted. ¡°And we will need married quarters. It was stupid but consensual and promises were made, so I want his life to cherish rather than to take.¡± ¡°One way or another, Sue,¡± Yelena added, ¡°Sandra will soon cease to be an officer of the Tsar, or have any involvement in the Imperial navy. And she is a dual citizen.¡± ¡°Not a good mark on his record, but he was warned about Mer law.¡± Sue said. She opened the door, and commanded ¡°Midshipman Lamb, get your miserable body in here this instant.¡± ¡°Yes, Maam.¡± ¡°Is this the man, Sandra?¡± ¡°Yes, Commander.¡± ¡°Midshipman Lamb, an accusation of conduct inappropriate for an unmarried couple has been made. Under Mer law, by which I remind you we are bound here, Sandra has the right to request your life, your castration, or your oath. Since promises were made of marriage, she has chosen to demand your oath.¡± ¡°But....¡± Horace tried to protest. ¡°Will you vow to stay with this woman your whole life, knowing that an oath once made must be kept?¡± ¡°I''d love to, Commander, but I can''t can I? She''s foreign military.¡± ¡°You should have thought of that, you know the law here. Good job for you she''s got dual citizenship. Take your oath unless you''ve got a better reason.¡± ¡°What do I say?¡± he asked. ¡°Something about a wholehearted, lifelong exclusive and faithful commitment.¡± Sue said. ¡°I always liked the old one where he says he worships me with his body.¡± Sandra said. ¡°You know it means honour or respect?¡± Sue asked. ¡°I know. But still, I like it.¡± ¡°And you''re going to vow to obey him?¡± Sandra looked at Horace, and said, ¡°Not without him vowing to discuss everything first, listening seriously to my point of view, and the rest.¡± ¡°I think that''s counted as being in the meaning of the word love.¡± ¡°Not explicit enough,¡± Sandra said. ¡°Fine, you two put your heads together and come up with an acceptable wording. Yelena, a word outside, please?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Outside, Sue asked, ¡°Sandra said you''d convinced her. Is she entering this marriage unwillingly?¡± ¡°No. She was worried about the legal implications. I said not going to be a problem for long, and based on the video I could always issue a summary dismissal.¡± ¡°Dare I ask what was on the video?¡± ¡°They were doing a lot of kissing and cuddling and then she asked him playfully if he really wanted to get married, he said yes, got down on his knees and asked her to marry him, she said yes.¡± ¡°And then...¡± ¡°Then they went back to kissing and cuddling and eventually expressed their total lack of residual thought or moral restraint. He removed her wrist unit, by the way. I thought I ought to check that. Oh, I''m quite sure there''s no way what they did could be taken as forced.¡± ¡°Next question... legalities.¡± ¡°The video I mentioned was obviously being edited remotely, in real time, and then made available for remote access, but hidden from the owner. Likewise two videos of her having a shower. All had a booby-trap payload. I have removed them all from her wrist unit, and the remote tool. The persons doing this were at naval intelligence, and were clearly using her images as bait for sailors, for their own titillation ¡ª I have access records ¡ª and were storing the images in a folder named ''volunteers'', which has pictures and videos of other women intelligence officers. There''s a note in there, not encrypted, or anything, talking about how to fake their signatures. Hopefully, I can persuade my colleagues back home to take action quickly rather than waiting until next week. In any case, this counts as degrading treatment by a superior officer, which allows for departure from the forces with full pension rights and damages. But the officer being prosecuted etc. would take a fair amount of time, for me, especially from here. Maybe Yuri can help, but that might involve politics. But, I''ve just thought of this, maybe Mikhail can get behind the prosecution, and say, hey, they broke all sorts of rules, she''s a dual national, you''re breathing down his neck for blood, and it gets resolved quickly. Perhaps it''d be better I delete her agreeing to marry Horace though, that might count against her. Option two, I issue a summary dismissal for improper conduct. She''s out, especially if she doesn''t contest it, so her marriage is legal on both sides. I delete all sign of the offensive recordings, and the prosecution continues at its own sweet pace, without Mikhail''s intervention, but I record her as also a plaintiff. Eventually, maybe, her pension rights are restored.¡± ¡°And you can legally delete evidence?¡± ¡°I can morally delete evidence, and that''s all I''m worried about right now. Sorry if that offends you, but the ways they''ve been using her offend me. I''m quite sure she''s raped in their imaginations daily. I know she''s not got the best morals, Sue, but I don''t think she deserves that.¡± ¡°Let''s go witness some vows,¡± Sue said. Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 12: Homeward bound

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 12:Homeward bound

Karella and Christoph''s home, Atlantis, Saturday December 22nd ¡°How are you feeling?¡± Karella asked Mrs de Gruchy. ¡°Not very well, thank you,¡± she smiled wanly, holding her bucket close. ¡°And you Elsie?¡± Sathie asked. ¡°Perfectly fine, thank you,¡± Elsie replied. ¡°Hmm, so.... who did you find to kiss you then?¡± Sathie asked. ¡°Sathie!¡± Elsie protested. ¡°What''s this?¡± Mrs de Gruchy asked. ¡°Sathie suggested that I could have another variant first, which tastes even more vile than this unless you find someone who''s had potion, you can persuade them to drink something unpleasant, and want them to kiss you. Yuck. I''d prefer to risk feeling horrible.¡± ¡°I hope Zelda''s going to do OK, shuttling the other children back and forward,¡± Mrs de Gruchy said. ¡°She''s doing fine, I assure you.¡± Karella said. ¡°It was her idea anyway, and it does make sense, in terms of time.¡± ¡°And I am going to be so envious that they get to go by spaceship.¡± Elsie said. ¡°And just how did you think I was planning to take you back, silly?¡± Sathie asked. ¡°But I thought Zelda had the only Guillemot?¡± ¡°But her Guillemot has never been to Mars. The Albatross three has. OK, it doesn''t swim under water as well, but you''ve got a perfectly good school field, let alone the airport.¡± ¡°Unless there''s fog.¡± ¡°The good thing about antigravity... you can go really slowly if you want to. Not to mention open the door and ask someone where they''ve left the airport.¡± Elise laughed so hard at the image that brought to her mind, that her stomach started to hurt. Then she realised it wasn''t the laughing, and grabbed a bucket. ¡°Don''t worry, Elsie. It doesn''t normally last more than twenty-four hours.¡±
St Brelade''s, Jersey, Saturday 11am. Anxious parents gazed once more towards the West. This time, they saw strange lights in the sky. A minute later the bird-shaped glowing wings flickered out of existence, and an adult ¡ª Mr de Gruchy ¡ª and six excited children got out. There were cries of ''Bye Zelda, thank you!'' and the bird seemed to bounce into the air. It''s wings re-appeared and it shot off with only the sound of the wind. The children ran to their parents, chattering excitedly about weightlessness, not being sick, Atlantis, how bright the stars they''d just seen had been and flying submarines. ¡°Sounds like a school trip of a lifetime,¡± one of the fathers commented to Mr de Gruchy. ¡°From what I hear, there might be another class getting a similar trip. Or even a regular exchange programme.¡± ¡°What happened to the bigger submarine?¡± ¡°Nothing, just the pilot worked out that this way she could get us all home in time for an after-lunch wedding.¡± ¡°Oh, right.¡± ¡°I think it''s amazing she didn''t ask anyone else to fly us here. But I guess she takes her responsibilities seriously.¡± ¡°Sorry, why shouldn''t she have flown you?¡± ¡°Because of her wedding.¡± ¡°Her wedding?¡± ¡°Yes, she''s getting married and then that space-going submarine is apparently taking them off on their honeymoon.¡± ¡°It was very quiet.¡± ¡°Yes. It''s got antigravity, apparently. The wings just help with stability.¡± ¡°And is Atlantis as wonderful a place as they say?¡± ¡°It''s crowded. Can you imagine? Half a million people in what''s basically a two kilometer diameter artificial island?¡± ¡°They need immigration controls.¡± ¡°That''s the locals. Tourists are extra,¡± Mr de Gruchy said. ¡°No wonder they built the tourist dome, then. Half a million?¡± ¡°Yes in about three square miles.¡± ¡°Crazy. How do they cope?¡± ¡°It''s amazing, really. Basically most people live in huge sparkling fairytale tower blocks, twelve families to a floor, more than a hundred stories high, most of them. Their homes are spacious enough, it''s just clever design and stacking really high. And they keep it clean. I''m not saying they tidy up litter, I mean no one litters. One of the lads dropped a peanut on the street and the nearest Merman politely pointed out that half a million peanuts or crisps per day would make a real mess and made him pick it up. There''s no agriculture inside the dome, of course, but there are parks. And big swimming pools. It''s an amazing city.¡± ¡°It''d be nice to visit.¡± ¡°Am I right in thinking you sit on the Assembly, sir?¡± Mr de Gruchy asked, ¡°Yes, you are,¡± Mia''s father replied. ¡°I''m glad my memory didn''t fail me. Would you be able to wait until the next space-ship full arrives? I''d like to introduce you to our tour-guide and pilot. It was about a fifteen minute trip this way but I think she said she''d go faster on the way back. When they return from their honeymoon, her husband will be formally named as Atlantis ambassador to the States of the Channel Islands. I''m sure she''d be very happy to meet you.¡± ¡°Atlantis is planning to grace us with a full ambassador? Not just an honorary consul?¡± ¡°I''m not fully aware of the differences, I''m afraid,¡± ¡°A consul is mainly for the benefit of tourists, arranging visas, that sort of thing. An ambassador is government to government talks.¡± ¡°Oh, the latter, certainly. Queen Karella would like discussions on matters of common interest, such as tourists, which are a new problem for them.¡± ¡°They have problematic tourists already, eh?¡± ¡°Some, yes. Behaviour is not normally a problem, since everyone gets warned about most of the women carrying blowpipes, but the bigger issue is what to do about people overstaying, coming as tourists and then claiming asylum, or even trickier are the ones looking for romance. They thought that was covered, in that they make it clear that adulterers are shark food and they''d deport anyone caught fornicating unless they decided to marry. But there have been a number of tourists falling in love, marrying according to Atlantis law, and then waking up to the problem that their home government won''t let their new spouse come and live with them.¡± ¡°That''s not the government''s problem, surely?¡± ¡°It is if they deport the couple for overstaying, and they''d need to deport to separate destinations. They''re not going be a party to breaking up a married couple.¡± ¡°So what are they doing so far?¡± ¡°Not deporting them, and when their funds start running low ¡ª which has been really quickly, since so far all the cases have been students ¡ª making them work for their living. But the government doesn''t want an army of menial labourers who need watching.¡± ¡°I hope they''re not going to ask us to accept them.¡± ¡°No. But they''d like to discuss the whole making tourists behave properly thing.¡± ¡°They''ve brought half of that problem on themselves by allowing the marriages.¡± ¡°Agreed. But a marriage under their law only takes two witnesses to the taking of an oath. There''s too many assumptions, that the couple have been dating for ages, and so on. Or that the lovers just need to regularize what they''ve gone and done.¡± ¡°Sounds like they need separate laws for tourist marriage,¡± ¡°I suggested that. They''re utterly convinced that sleeping together before marriage means the decision to marry has been made and that everyone should recognise that, but they''d see it as sin and they don''t want to pass laws that would present sin as the only route to marriage.¡± Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. ¡°But presumably they''ve got some way of dealing with teenagers who end up in bed while underage?¡± ¡°I haven''t actually asked. I expect that there would be some kind of marriage vows with some extra vows about never again until we''re old enough, and then maybe chaperoning too.¡± ¡°As I understand it, any kind of forced marriage is seen by the united nations as a human rights violation.¡± ¡°Well yes, the Mer''s don''t think us land-folk know how to keep our promises either. They see that consensual intercourse is establishing a spiritual life-long union terminated only by death or adultery (which they count as only a shark away from death), and if it''s happened then it''s only right that the state and individuals concerned should recognise it. If you''re talking about forced marriage which is little more than legalised rape, then they''d be very against that, and would hand the aggrieved party a carving knife.¡± ¡°I think I approve of their theology, but I do wonder how long before they''re forced to change their laws.¡± ¡°Don''t hold your breath. They certainly don''t want to invite divine judgement on Atlantis. Nor do we, either, given the mess that''d make of the planet.¡± ¡°I don''t suppose you know if they planted one of their antimatter bombs anywhere around here do you?¡± Mia''s father asked, ¡°It''s one of those ''don''t know, not sure who to ask'' things.¡± ¡°Sorry, I didn''t know the Assembly didn''t know. I''m sure you can ask Zelda. Actually... Mia, could you ask Elsie to ask people there? That''s probably faster.¡± ¡°Of course, Mr de Gruchy. Dad, let me introduce Sean Girard.¡± ¡°Ah, the hero of the beach?¡± then, turning to Sean he asked, ¡°Mia says you''ll be going to youth group with her?¡± ¡°Yes, Mr Giffard.¡± ¡°Make sure Mia introduces you to our dog then. We wouldn''t want him getting the wrong meaning when we have you for tea, as I''m sure we will do.¡± ¡°Dad, that joke is ancient,¡± Mia said. ¡°Does that make it less humorous, Mia? Girard... your dad wouldn''t be Ernest Girard, would he?¡± ¡°Yes, Mr Giffard,¡± Sean said, not sure if his and Mia''s fathers knowing each other was a good sign or not. ¡°Well, well, well! Say hello to him for me. Does he still have that lovely ketch?¡± ¡°The Julia? Yes.¡± ¡°How time flies... must be twenty years since your dad and I used to sail around the island for tourists every summer. Then your dad met your mum and he didn''t need a hired hand any more. Mia, if you get the invitation, do go for a sail on the Julia, for the sake of your parents'' nostalgia if nothing else.¡± Seeing her confusion, he added, ¡°That''s where we met, you see. She had some relatives visiting, I don''t think you''ve ever met them, actually, and she was playing tour guide.¡± ¡°Dad, message from princess Sathzakara, ''Sorry: Cherbourg and Portsmouth''.¡± ¡°Naval bases. I''m not surprised, really. Cherbourg is a bit close for comfort.¡± ¡°Dad, you''ve heard of their rock-cutters?¡± Mia asked. ¡°Never seen one, but yes.¡± ¡°They look really like a light sabre, if you ask me. They''re fusion-powered, and actually suck in water from the air, so they''re self-recharging normally, but the fusion is antimatter-ignited. They consider it far safer than a battery that might burst into flames if you tread on it. They''re very used to storing antimatter. The only problem is those bombs were booby-trapped to stop anyone moving the things, so they need to be careful, and follow the instructions really carefully. But they''ve defused some.¡± ¡°I hadn''t heard that.¡± ¡°Now you have. Oh, the other problem, is that the bombs apparently talk to each other to say ''yeah, everything''s all right, no need to go bang'', so they want to make sure they don''t break that communication network.¡± ¡°They can''t just set up a transmitter that says that?¡± ¡°Not really; the bombs are clever enough to spot a fake. Strangely enough, they didn''t want their ''you really don''t want to kill us'' deterrent to be defrauded by someone with a hydrophone,¡± Sean explained. ¡°Why is that a problem?¡± Mr Giffard asked. ¡°It just means they need to be careful what order they get rid of them in, Dad. That''s bad news for the countries they decided were most likely to try and wipe them out: they got the first ones, so they get to keep them longest,¡± Mia said. ¡°And are they publishing that sequence?¡± ¡°No,¡± Mia said, ¡°because they have some flexibility, and certain countries aren''t exactly welcoming them with open arms or showing they''ve left the age of chaos behind.¡± ¡°Mia, you''ve never been this interested in local politics, let alone international politics.¡± ¡°I know. Sorry, Dad. I guess sitting down to a question and answer session with a ruling monarch talking about the death penalty and mercy and looking after half a million people who deep down at heart just want to play games all days really got me thinking.¡± ¡°Keep on thinking, Mia, it''s good for the world when people do.¡±
Message to Mr and Mrs White, Jersey Dear Mum and Dad, You know I told you about the sea-cucumber drink? There''s another thing the Mer drink with octopus or squid or something. Sathie said it might make me sick, but I really wanted to try it. It looks like she was right. It''s not food poisoning, just some strange reaction lots of people get when they try it the first time, apparently. After that it just tastes nasty. It''s supposed to be very healthy, so Mrs de Gruchy had some too. According to the Mer they don''t know anyone who''s drunk it who''s ever had pneumonia, and Mrs de Gruchy has had that two of the last three winters, so she thought it sounded like a good idea. It tastes absolutely foul, and we''ve decided it''s not recommended, even for the health benefits. Anyway, since she gave it to us, Sathie will be flying us home in a spaceship she piloted most of the way to and from Mars. She says she can try and land us in the Church car-park, assuming we''re healthy by then, but I think she''s joking. I''ll sign off, because I''m going to be sick again. love, Elsie.
Karella and Christoph''s home, Atlantis, 2pm ¡°All delivered, Zelda?¡± Karella asked. ¡°Yes, apart from these two victims of Sathie''s cooking.¡± Zelda said. ¡°They''ll probably survive,¡± Sathie said, ¡°I''ve never heard of any fatalities from drinking potion, anyway.¡± ¡°There''s going to be one if you make any more jokes,¡± Elsie groaned. ¡°Elsie, threatening princesses who''ve given you top secret mermaid medicine isn''t nice,¡± Sathie said. ¡°I know. Are you sure my letter to mum and dad was OK?¡± ¡°You''ve been asking that every hour. Mum said it was perfect.¡± ¡°Good. My stomach isn''t. I was really hoping I''d be able to be at your wedding, Zelda.¡± ¡°There''s always the kill or cure method,¡± Sathie said, thinking of what was commonly agreed to be myth or placebo effect. ¡°What''s that?¡± ¡°Have some more. Sometimes it speeds up whatever''s happening to you, so you feel all perfectly fine, other times... it doesn''t.¡± ¡°You mean... drink more?¡± ¡°A full cup full,¡± Zelda said, playing along. ¡°I hardly had more than a sip. You said that was enough,¡± she glared as Sathie, over the rim of her bucket. ¡°It is. But that little makes it take longer,¡± Zelda fibbed. ¡°Oh, give it to me,¡± Elsie said. She took a sip and pulled a face. ¡°The whole cup? Really?¡± ¡°You are likely to throw up,¡± Karella said, ¡°But longer you can keep it down, and the more that gets past your stomach the faster it does its work on you, and the sooner you feel better. So.. try not to.¡±
Karella and Christoph''s home, Atlantis, 2.30pm ¡°How are you doing, Elsie?¡± Zelda asked. ¡°Nausea fading. What about you Mrs de Gruchy?¡± Mrs de Gruchy looked up from her book. ¡°I had a big dose the first time, so I''ve been feelling better for a while now.¡± ¡°Really?¡± Karella said, looking at Zelda in amusement, ¡°that''s great.¡± ¡°If I''m really getting over this, Zelda, can I record your wedding?¡± ¡°Oooh, planning to embarrass the future ambassador to your island?¡± Karella teased. ¡°No, I just thought it''d be nice...¡± ¡°It''s OK, Elsie, Karella''s teasing,¡± Zelda said. ¡°Elsie, remember to put that in your C.V.: I''ve been teased by the most powerful woman on the planet.¡± Mrs de Gruchy said. ¡°I''m just Elsie''s friend''s mum, Mrs de Gruchy. I''d much rather be a mother than a queen.¡± ¡°And your people love you for that, your majesty,¡± Zelda said. ¡°By the way, I spoke to Mia''s father, who''s on Jersey''s council. Mia''s been trying to allay his fears about the Cherbourg bomb, but it''d be really nice to be able to tell them it''s gone.¡± ¡°It''s not probably not a key part of the network is it, given the other ones around that part of the world? And France are coming along well. Yes, I think that''s a good thought, Zelda. Mabel!¡± she called. ¡°Yes, Mum?¡± Sathie''s big sister came in. ¡°Message to bomb disposal, would getting rid of the Cherbourg bomb cause any problems?¡± ¡°I hope not,¡± Mabel said, ¡°I saw it had gone to the top of the provisional list this morning, and I was supposed to check it was OK with you. I think Tristan might have been asking the same question. I''d thought it might be better not to ask you with our guests here.¡± ¡°Well done. Any other changes?¡± ¡°Yes, they want to move some others higher, for network stability, and they say sorry about the politics.¡± ¡°Oh. I''ll just go and check.¡± ¡°I''ve got the list here, Mum.¡± ¡°That''s good. Hmm, OK, I suppose so. That''s got possibilities, actually. Zelda, any objections to some more guests at your wedding?¡± ¡°Not at all, anyone in particular?¡± ¡°Mikhail and all his house guests,¡± Karella said. ¡°They boys are going to be a handful, I expect.¡± Zelda warned. ¡°Well, I want to talk to Mikhail and Yuri most of all. Mabel, can you get a message to the to the Russian ambassador that says I''d particularly like to talk to him and Yuri, but Yelena, the boys, and Anastasia and the captain are welcome too.¡± ¡°Why the captain?¡± Mabel asked. ¡°Because Anastasia and he would probably love the chance of dancing the night away.¡± Karella said. ¡°And the wedding''s at four?¡± Mabel checked. ¡°Yes. Apologies to them for the short notice.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, Mars, Monsol 22nd December ¡°Hello, stranger!¡± Ruth greeted Robert, ¡°Does you being here mean what I hope it means?¡± ¡°What it means, oh beautiful one, is that my lovingly crafted thesis is now in the uncaring hands of the university''s administration office, who said ''Oh, well, well done for getting it finished before Christmas, we''ll give you a receipt and enter it in the book, but I''m afraid it''s too close to Christmas to do anything else.''¡± ¡°So what does that mean?¡± ¡°They''re admitting that they''ve got absolutely no plans to do anything about getting it to examiners before the New Year.¡± ¡°Oh, how convenient.¡± ¡°How is the treaty doing? Sorry for not asking earlier.¡± ¡°Dad is just checking it for problems, then he''ll send it to Atlantis for everyone there to check too. Other news is Zelda''s just getting married.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± ¡°Yes, she''s apparently got a submarine version of an Albatross, and has been ferrying people around at hypersonic speeds for the past few days. And her new husband is going to be ambassador to Jersey and the other Channel Islands, once they''re back from their honeymoon. Quite where on Earth or in the solar system that will be, I''ve not asked.¡± ¡°Hmm. They''re going to be getting away from it all, are they?¡± ¡°They are. And so could we, at least, get away from here.¡± ¡°What, leave your lovely swimming pool?¡± ¡°It''ll still be here when we''re back. We could play tourist if you like. I''ve been learning to fly the Albatross 2. It''s not like it''s Boris''s personal vehicle.¡± ¡°Oh! And it''s not needed for anything official?¡± ¡°According to Karella, it''s officially needed to keep us free from interruptions, and safe from radiation.¡± ¡°I love you Ruth.¡± ¡°I love you, Robert. Why don''t we get married?¡± ¡°Hmm. We said a week. Monsol the twenty-ninth?¡± ¡°I think I''m going to be ready on Satursol if you are.¡± ¡°I''ll ask pastor Tom.¡± ¡°Simon said you were just doing final finishing touches, so I asked Tom yesterday,¡± Ruth admitted, ¡°He normally takes off the week that includes New Year.¡± ¡°But he''s free on Saturday?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I''d better start making some calls, hadn''t I?¡± Robert said. ¡°Simon and Alice are free too,¡± Ruth volunteered. ¡°I think my future bride is getting as impatient for our wedding as I am,¡± ¡°I just had some free time,¡± Ruth said, ¡°you don''t mind?¡± ¡°Why would I mind? So, could you please call Tom and fix a time? And I''ll tell my parents and Hathie, and rope them into spreading the news.¡± ¡°And then I''ll tell Eloise and get her to pre-warn everyone at the Council that invitations are on their way.¡± ¡°Are we really going to organise this in five days?¡± ¡°Four, love. No problem.¡±
Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 13: T6347

Cross-cultural Effects / Ch. 13: T6347

4.30pm, Atlantis High Council Chamber, December 22nd ¡°I hope I''m not misunderstanding the situation, gentlemen,¡± Karella said, ¡°But would I be right in thinking that the Tsar listens more to results than formalities and official channels?¡± ¡°I think that would be mostly accurate, your majesty.¡± Yuri said. ¡°Yes, your majesty,¡± Mikhail agreed, ¡°It would be very wrong to call him unthinking or unprincipled, but... pragamtism is more important.¡± ¡°I''m glad. You may tell him, gentlemen, that we very much appreciate the openness of communication we''ve enjoyed with you both, the openness and honesty of your staff, Yuri, when confronted and even when not, and the genuine friendship that we see in Yelena''s helping Sue sort out the various data security issues among her staff and their spouses.¡± ¡°You thus include Sandra-Valentina?¡± Yuri asked. ¡°I leave it to you to interpret what I said, general. I don''t want to dictate what you say word for word. But we certainly don''t appreciate people being sent on missions to corrupt our people or our guests, attacking our ambassadors, spreading lies about our enforcement of our edicts and so on. We would like such things to stop, and friendship to continue. Do point out that had Ruth been my accredited ambassador, we''d have reacted as though the attack was on me personally, just as we presume the Tsar would. So, in a spirit of meeting friendship with friendship, we ask the Tsar if he''d like the antimatter storage device at St Petersburg connected to the power grid or removed, once it''s defused. At the moment, I anticipate that will occur towards the end of January. Of course, you may assure him that if there were any more unwise decisions from his generals, I would be quite tempted to rescind my order of this afternoon to move it near the top of the queue.¡± ¡°On behalf of the Tsar, your majesty, I thank you for this gesture of friendship. Is there a risk to the city during the defusing operation?¡± ¡°The operation occurs entirely within a multi-layered forcefield. In the event of a terrible accident, the crew would die instantly, of course, but the energy would be contained. I understand there might be the equivalent of a magnitude one earthquake as the forcefield expanded slightly to contain the blast.¡± ¡°I''ll pass on that information if I may, your majesty.¡± ¡°Certainly. I don''t want anyone needlessly concerned. Oh, Yuri, Amos has asked me about a discussion you had, and I''m fully in agreement with my little brother. Avoiding public disgrace is far more important for the elderly than the young. The young, after all, have time to learn and repent. Speaking of which, the number burned on my conscience is T6347. I''ll leave you to discover who, if anyone, saw me that day.¡± ¡°You have not looked yourself, your Majesty?¡± Yuri asked. ¡°The thing about having access to almost limitless knowledge about people is that being able to say ''I don''t know, surprise me'' becomes a thing to be treasured. I won''t make promises about them coming to Atlantis. There might be some reason that wouldn''t be possible. But it would be nice to know, and be able to tell the children both here and there about what trouble imagined or real my foolishness caused.¡±
Above St Brelades, Jersey ¡°I told you there''d be no space, Sathie.¡± Elsie said, looking down at the carpark through a telescope. ¡°Bother. That means you''re going to be late.¡± Sathie replied. ¡°You''ve got to land at the airport, or a sea-port, Sathie.¡± Mrs de Gruchy said ¡°Otherwise air traffic control and immigration and all the police and everyone won''t be happy.¡± ¡°Oh all right. Does that mean you''ve missed Church, Elsie?¡± Mrs de Gruchy''s church had a later service. ¡°There''s an afternoon service too.¡± ¡°Oh, I won''t feel so guilty for getting you to go swimming then. Did you enjoy it?¡± ¡°It was great, thank you. And thank you for the trip to space.¡± ¡°No problem. I''m really amazed you got to Zelda''s wedding, you know.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°That bigger dose thing is supposed to be a load of rubbish. The power of the placebo, I guess.¡± ¡°How could you test it? No one''s going to believe that anything else is potion.¡± Mrs de Gruchy asked. ¡°Good point,¡± Sathie acknowledged, laughing. ¡°Jersey approach, this is Mer spaceship Albatross three, currently hovering at fifteen kilometers above St Brelade.¡± ¡°Hello Albatross three, what are your intentions, over?¡± ¡°I''ve got two Jersey citizens I''d like to drop off, is there a heliport or something I can use, or do you want me to do a full fixed-wing style approach?¡± ¡°Are you a helicopter?¡± ¡°No, Jersey control, I''ve got forcefield wings I can turn on for stability, but lift is antigravity.¡± ¡°Please follow standard approach vector, Albatross three. Please specify minimum and maximum air speeds.¡± ¡°Hover to hypersonic, Jersey control. Maximum acceleration five gees, in any direction, unless there''s an emergency, in which case the cabin is tested to ten, but I''m not sure about my passengers.¡± ¡°Albatross three, please perform circling descent to one thousand meters, above Elizabeth castle, then head to outer marker and follow standard approach.¡± ¡°Acknowledged, Jersey control.¡± ¡°I bet that flight plan is for tourists.¡± ¡°I know. How come Zelda got to land in a field?¡± ¡°Mia''s father arranged for the immigration guy to come out.¡± Mrs de Gruchy said. ¡°Oh well, let''s go show off.¡±
Imperial foreign service, Russia, 9.15am Monday, December 24th ¡°T6347, you say?¡± the head of the diplomatic service said. ¡°That was what her majesty said, yes,¡± Mikhail confirmed. ¡°I don''t understand why she wants to be embarrassed like this.¡± ¡°She sees it as evidence that the young can learn from their mistakes.¡± ¡°And this was the same conversation as the rest?¡± the chief diplomat asked. ¡°Yes.¡± Mikhail said. ¡°So, she all out of the blue tells us that they''re going to defuse the one bomb which has the Tsar the most worried, complete with a timescale, commends an attitude of friendship, warns about generals stepping out of line and hints that the prince should be publicly disciplined for the Mars fiasco?¡± ¡°Who?¡± ¡°You didn''t hear me utter an unwise word,¡± the chief diplomat said. ¡°Absolutely not,¡± Mikhail agreed. ¡°I wonder if she''s spotted that someone is planning something else stupid.¡± ¡°It''s always possible,¡± Mikhail agreed. ¡°There might be another issue, I''ll get to it later. I am not impressed about that one, anyway.¡± ¡°OK. Now, you said she assumes that the Tsar would take any attack on his ambassadors as a personal attack?¡± ¡°Yes. I told you I felt entirely safe here. That attitude is clearly the implication on their accreditation letters. The ambassador represents the person of her Majesty, ignore it and face the consequences. You know they don''t make empty threats.¡± ¡°No. Pigheadedly obstinate about keeping their word, aren''t they?¡± ¡°Almost as obstinate as certain other world powers I could mention,¡± Mikhail said. ¡°Try not to. Right, that''s the end of my clarification questions. You said there was something that had upset you?¡± ¡°A young female naval intelligence officer, officially a lieutenant, was sent here, under cover as a tourist, with clear orders not to get in touch with me at all. The Mer believe it was to test their determination to keep to their word about not allowing officers to visit. She honestly has no idea of the purpose.¡± ¡°And she got caught?¡± ¡°Not directly, no. She was initially spotted in connection with booby-trapped files her wrist unit has been spreading to people, mainly embassy guards. Then she got recognised by a computer.¡± ¡°That it took a computer to flag her up is not the best evidence of the Atlantis security processes being effective, is it?¡± ¡°But the ban is on commanders of ten, and for all she''s a lieutenant, she''s never had command of anyone,¡± Mikhail said, ¡°so the ban doesn''t apply. They decided she was just a puppet. I agree, basically by the sound of it her career has been as a decoy and a bar-room spy, and she''s hardly been trained to anything beyond acting. They kept putting her off any proper training, which is a bad sign in itself. "But, having heard what her wrist unit was doing, she''s decided to press for her commanding officer and various others to face charges for degrading treatment. To add to the confusion, she''s a dual national, and travelled here on her other passport.¡± ¡°How did she end up in the military as a dual national?¡± ¡°I''ve no idea, but maybe that''s why she got shunted into being an actress, alternatively maybe no one thought about it, she was raised in Russia from age five up. "She found her childhood passport when her father died, and her commanding officer ordered her to renew her passport, which had lapsed about fifteen years ago. Can you believe it? Ordered her to renew her allegiance to a foreign power? I''m not sure if that counts as something treasonous or not. Anyway, the Atlantis government are deeply offended for her being sent here as a test, I''m deeply offended that someone thought they could just order her to ignore procedures and leave me the mess to sort out, and just about everyone is offended that her wrist unit was taking videos of her in the shower, and then offering them to the navies of the world with booby-traps attached. All set up remotely, of course, and hidden from her. You''re aware I''ve got some house guests from the secret services?¡± ¡°Yes. Quite a full embassy you''ve got there.¡± ¡°Secret service is aware of the videos, and have taken steps to make backups as evidence. If you could kick up a stink and get the commanding officer put to scrubbing decks for the next decade or something, that would be most helpful. Oh, in collecting that evidence, the ladies found out that it seems like most of the attractive women in that division of Naval Intelligence have been roped into being unwitting video stars from their own bathrooms. So scrubbing decks might be the least of the officer''s problems, if it''s not handled quickly. The lieutenant said that during orientation they''d warned the class that there''d been problems with wrist units leaking if they got a call when wet, so take it off in the shower, but make sure you can look at the screen in case there''s a call. "That was four years ago. So I guess it''s been going on a long time. If he says anything about them volunteering, then she flatly denies it and there was even a document on the file store about how to obtain signatures from them without them knowing.¡± ¡°And you''re sure the woman knew nothing about it?¡± the minister asked. ¡°Entirely. She''s planning on writing an open letter to the Tsar denouncing her superior officers, detailing what happened, and renouncing her citizenship if it''s not sorted in a week. You can imagine how that''ll play in the international press. So, that''s going to be embarrassing on a worldwide scale. My counterpart from the Restored Kingdom ¡ª that''s her other nationality - has seen some of the recordings, so expect pressure from that end too. Internally, what on earth did that officer think he was doing commanding her to not make contact? Where did he get that authority from, or did he just decide he could claim it?¡± ¡°I''ll look into it, certainly. Hopefully it''s an isolated event,¡± the chief diplomat said, but didn''t sound too hopeful. ¡°Hopefully submarines don''t go into space and out-fly interceptors.¡± Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°Haven''t you heard? Someone decided to harass the medical evacuation that brought me most of my guests. Some idiot thought they could follow a spaceship capable of getting to Mars and back without refueling, using an air-superiority jet. I''ve heard he needed to do an emergency landing on a civilian airstrip with no fuel left. The general thought that was most amusing.¡± ¡°Ah. I expect he has his own sources of information.¡± ¡°I''ve had a little informal briefing myself. The submarine-spaceship was a prototype, based on the things that got to Mars in a week, but with underwater capability. They''re looking to build more. Since it''s almost all forcefields, they''re apparently easier to make than their submarine with wings, and apparently can do a constant five G in any direction, as long as you''re strapped in well. And the queen''s fifteen year old daughter flew half of the Mars flight, including take off and landing. Based on various things reportedly said by the pilot on arriving at St Petersburg I think it''s probably got some kind of obstacle-clearing armament, possibly some kind of asteroid smasher for all I know. The general suggests they''re capable of producing ten a month, maybe more, without even ramping up production, so total air superiority over our airspace is something we should be expecting to lose in the event of a conflict.¡± ¡°And that is just a footnote in your report?¡± ¡°They''re offering peace. We''ve known they''ve got the technology to wipe out the navy, and that they''ve got the technology to cut down airborne forces. This just completes the picture. They''re not going to start a shooting war, it''s not their way. War would interfere with their swimming too much. Just please beg our beloved Tsar to tell the generals to stop poking sticks at the lion. If there''s a cage, it''s to keep idiots away from the lion cubs, not the other way round. Oh, and do also point out that there are at least a hundred thousand rock cutters here, and one in the hands of a rebel force or mafia boss would seriously threaten internal security. We really do want the Mer to stay our friends, stay away from our internal politics, and not decide we need their help in dealing with corruption.¡± ¡°Thank you Mikhail, I''ll try, that''s all I can say. Any other news?¡± ¡°Yes, I''d like to formally tell you I expect to be engaged tomorrow.¡± ¡°Oh yes? Is this your famous childhood sweetheart?¡± the chief diplomat asked. ¡°It is.¡± ¡°What makes you think she''ll say yes this time round?¡± ¡°Well,¡± Mikhail said, ¡°her telling me that she took a vow at university that she''d not refuse if I asked her again, might have given me a little bit of a hint. Would it be possible for her parents and mine to get somewhere near by military transport?¡± ¡°For your engagement? That''s a bit short notice!¡± ¡°I was actually thinking of getting here for New Year, and staying say a week, so they''re here for Eastern Christmas, too?¡± ¡°I''ll see what''s possible. Any idea when the general''s coming home?¡± ¡°As I understand it, his wife ought to be able to move by the end of today,¡± Mikhail said, ¡°but I''m not sure if that''s just walk slowly or actually travel anywhere.¡±
6pm Monday, December 24th ¡°Someone''s having a joke,¡± the captain''s wife said, looking at the message. ¡°Come on, tell me, or pass it over.¡± ¡°Dear Captain Ivanovich, we see from navy records you served on the T6347 about 22 years ago. We have reason to believe that in that time period an unusual sight was briefly visible by periscope, which a sensible person might not have reported. If you are aware of any unusual periscope sightings, or made one yourself, please do get in touch. An amnesty has been agreed for non-reporting. Imperial foreign office.¡± ¡°Well, that''s suitably vague, isn''t it? Briefly visible, my foot. She was there at least a minute.¡± ¡°''She?'' What are you talking about?¡± ¡°That mermaid.¡± ¡°What mermaid?¡± his wife asked. ¡°The Mermaid that was pulling faces at the back of the other periscope.¡± ¡°Hold on, you''re saying you saw a mermaid twenty-two years ago?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°That''s before we got married.¡± ¡°Yes. I thought maybe I was going mad because of missing you so much. But she was younger than you. And had scales from the waist down.¡± ¡°And what did she have on top might I ask?¡± ¡°A blue swimsuit, just like yours.¡± ¡°You never said.¡± ¡°Well, would you expect me to? ''By the way, love, you know I said I was missing you too much to wait? That was because I''ve started seeing mythical creatures while on watch.''¡± ¡°Are you going to contact them?¡± ¡°I''ll call Ivan first. He saw her too.¡± ¡°If he saw her too, why did you think you were going mad?¡± ¡°He thought she had a white swimsuit on.¡±
Embassy of Russia, Atlantis, Tuesday, 25th December ¡°Happy Western Christmas, Yelena Petrichna,¡± Mikhail said formally. Giving her a small gift-wrapped box. ¡°I thought you said we''d be celebrating Eastern Christmas.¡± ¡°We will. But it would make me very happy if you accept that small token from me today.¡± ¡°And you want me to open it now?¡± ¡°Please.¡± Carefully, she opened the wrapping and wasn''t very surprised to see a ring box inside. She was however surprised to see a gold band set with a diamond in it. She looked at Mikhail and saw him drop onto one knee. ¡°Yelena Petrichna, will you marry me?¡± ¡°Of course I will, I vowed I would, remember? But I have no regrets about my vow, Mikhail Aleksandrovich.¡± ¡°You''ve made me a very happy man. And I suppose I ought to admit that I''ve invited your parents and mine to Atlantis. The embassy guards are changing in four days time, and there is space on the ground effect vehicle.¡± ¡°I saw a lot of ice in St Petersburg harbour,¡± Yelena pointed out, ¡°they might not be able to clear things well enough.¡± ¡°I''m sure they''ll manage, don''t worry.¡± ¡°I''m not worrying, I''m just pointing out an opportunity for another show of friendship, if the Mer really want to lay it on thickly.¡± ¡°You''re thinking four trips by multiple flying fish, rather than two by a single imperial ground effect vehicle. I''m not sure it''s going to be popular. Nor would rubbing the noses of the imperial navy in the fact that they''re out-matched by the Mer.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, St Petersburg, Russia, 9am Wednesday, December 26th ¡°Mr Ambassador, Queen Karella was interested to know if she was seen by anyone on the T6347,¡± the chief diplomat said over the phone, ¡°she was.¡± ¡°My complements on your efficiency! I only received word that she''d made the number known last night.¡± ¡°Oh? She told your opposite number in Atlantis on Saturday. She asked that you be told the result of the enquiry.¡± ¡°I suppose I should have let you know that my staff have been preparing an illustrated children''s book about life in Atlantis. It''ll be nice to be able to finish it. Would it be possible to interview the submariner?¡± ¡°Two of them, actually.¡± ¡°Two? Oh!¡± ¡°Apparently she was making faces at the periscope for about a minute. One of them called his colleague to confirm the sighting.¡± ¡°She asks if they then told anyone, or recorded it in the log.¡± ¡°Apparently, they decided that since they couldn''t agree on what colour her swimsuit was it wasn''t a confirmed sighting, and they''d probably just both imagined it. They also agreed that writing anything down would get them in deep trouble.¡± ¡°I hope they don''t get in trouble for not reporting it.¡± ¡°The Tsar agreed that a general amnesty was appropriate for unreported past mermaid or merman sightings, since everyone agreed your people were a myth.¡± ¡°I''m pleased, I''m sure her majesty will be too. Are they still in the forces?¡± ¡°One is a captain. His brother-in-law retired from the navy some years ago. He is now working as the director of a publishing company. Apparently they specialise in children''s books. The office is here in St Petersburg.¡± ¡°Well! That answers one question I had. We were wondering if there was a publisher you could suggest. With the personal connection his seems the obvious first contact.¡± ¡°Well, yes. But there are children''s books and children''s books. You might not find his publishing house quite appropriate for your purposes.¡± ¡°Oh, true. But I''m sure he knows whether our book would be of interest to his audience.¡± ¡°Would it be acceptable for someone from our staff to come and have a look at the draft as it is now, and then make the introductions?¡± ¡°Certainly, certainly. We don''t want to be accused of corrupting your youth, or anything like that.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, St Petersburg, Russia, 12.30pm Wednesday, December 26th ¡°Hey, this artwork is good! I like it! I''m sure the kids will.¡± Ivan the publisher said, ¡°who''s the artist?¡± ¡°My daughter,¡± Lamura, the ambassador said. ¡°She must have trained somewhere. Where was it?¡± ¡°Atlantis,¡± ¡°I should have known,¡± Ivan replied, and turned the page to what was obviously meant to be a view through a periscope ¡°Were there pictures or something? This is so like what I saw her doing!¡± ¡°Standard Mer teenager ''look who thinks they''re so clever'' sign, sorry.¡± ¡°Are you sure about the colour of her swimsuit?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Bother. Long standing argument with my brother in law. He thinks it was blue, I think it was white.¡± ¡°Might have been both. If I remember right there were a lot of girls wearing white on the front, dark blue on the back, supposed to be for camouflage when swimming, as though that would help much.¡± ¡°Ha! I''ll tell him that. Thanks.¡± ¡°And in the interests of historical accuracy, I''ll get Karella to change the colours. I was going to say something about bright orange, anyway. Not very likely at the time.¡± ¡°You named your daughter after your queen?¡± Ivan asked. ¡°No, I named my daughter after my famous ancestress, just like her majesty''s parents did. We''re fifth or sixth cousins, if I remember right.¡± Karella, who was eighteen, came in, ¡°Did you want me, Dad?¡± ¡°Hi, Karella. When Karella was teasing the submariners she was probably wearing one of those white and blue swimsuits, back and front, you know?¡± ¡°Like granny''s?¡± ¡°Yes. Better camouflage. Meet Ivan, who saw her.¡± ¡°Oh. OK, Hi. But it''s not going to work for the pictures. I could do yellow and black, but we don''t want her camouflaged in the pictures, do we?¡± Ivan laughed, ¡°Number one rule of book production, your excellency, learn to compromise with the artist. Speaking of which, that cut-out for the periscope view.¡± ¡°Was a wrong guess, I''m sure,¡± Karella said. ¡°Binocular, with an intermittent grid pattern, and a magnification scale on the side, and a compass at the top.¡± ¡°You could zoom?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Would you mind thinking of what you''ve just described? And think it to me?¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± Ivan was totally confused at the request. ¡°If you can picture what you saw, and sort of imagine giving me the picture as you touch my hand, I might get it right. And I don''t want someone who''s been in one to say, ha, stupid artist, it doesn''t look like that at all.¡± Ivan realised she must be a thought hearer, and tried to do what she''d asked. ¡°Excellent!¡± Karella said, grinning, ¡°Let me go an sketch that view,¡± she ran off. ¡°She''s still in education?¡± Ivan asked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Useful skill, that.¡± ¡°I''m just a bit worried about that grin,¡± Karella''s father said.
Embassy of Atlantis, St Petersburg, Russia, 12.45pm Wednesday, December 26th ¡°Hi, How''s this?¡± Karella said with the sketch she''d done from Ivan''s memory. ¡°Karella!¡± ¡°Yes, Dad?¡± ¡°This is a children''s book.¡± ¡°Urm, quite accurate though,¡± Ivan admitted, blushing. The default zoom setting, intended to let you identify a ship on the horizon, didn''t let you see much of a person at that range. He''d had a view of her chest and a bit of her arm before zooming out. ¡°It must have made an impression,¡± Karella said, ¡°you sent a very clear image. But did I get the rest of the display right? That wasn''t quite so clear.¡± ¡°Yes, thank you, young lady.¡± Ivan said, embarrassed. ¡°I think I''d better zoom out so we can see her actually pulling faces, hadn''t I?¡± Karella said, critically, ¡°but clearly the original has far too much sea and not enough mermaid. Dad, I''m going to need a picture of her majesty at about the right age, unless I do a back view.¡± ¡°I''m sure that can be arranged. From her trial if nothing else.¡± ¡°You saw her scale?¡± ¡°Yes, she was about four meters from the periscope, I guess. She''d come up, pull a face and then swim round a bit more. Her tail kept coming partly out of the water.¡± ¡°Don''t you wish you''d had a recording?¡± Karella said. ¡°The video camera was broken, that trip.¡± ¡°Oh, Dad, we''ve got to put that in.¡± Karella said. ¡°And your brother-in-law saw her too?¡± ¡°He called me over. There''s a second set of eye pieces.¡± Karella sketched, ¡°Like this?¡± ¡°Not bad. Another picture?¡± ¡°Please. Wonderful! That thing with the wires is the video camera?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And it was really just hanging there like that?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Wonderful.¡± It didn''t take her long to sketch an inside view of the submarine, with one sailor (with his face invisible because of the periscope) calling the other over. ¡°You, young lady, are very good at this,¡± Ivan complimented her, ¡°I''m sure you''re at least as good as some of the illustrators we currently employ full time.¡± ¡°Thank you,¡± she grinned, ¡°that''ll help me negotiate with daddy about my fee for this.¡± ¡°I''ll very happily pay you land-folk rates, daughter,¡± Lamura said, ¡°Just say the word.¡± ¡°Oh, bother,¡± Karella said, ¡°I don''t suppose I''d get many rubies from you for working on this book, would I, Ivan?¡± ¡°Depends how minuscule they were,¡± Ivan said, honestly. ¡°Currency problems, beloved daughter, currency problems. They can''t give pearls or nuts, there are too many of them to give you pretty gems, about all they could do is give you lots of wood, but one pretty gem from your collection would buy you all the wood you wanted for a life-time. You''re going to do better to barter for hand-crafted goods, or something like that. Something where the value is in the time. But again, if you bring gems into it then it all gets distorted.¡± ¡°Is it right, Ivan, that when you go on holiday you spend lots?¡± Karella asked. ¡°Don''t you?¡± ¡°Not normally, we collect gems or gold from the sea floor. It''s tiring, but it''s fun.¡± ¡°So you go on holiday and come back richer than when you left?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Why don''t you stay then?¡± ¡°Same reason we don''t pick up everything. You don''t want to spoil it for everyone else, surely?¡± ¡°It''s called entirely different cultural values, Ivan,¡± Lamura said. ¡°It''s what this book is about. It''s also about a hunter-gatherer mentality, which we''ve kept because there''s half a million of us and we''ve got more than two thirds of the planet to play in. Of course, there''s also the fact that there''s only half a million of us because there are a lot of ways to die at sea. It''s not like we couldn''t have made another Atlantis-style dome if we''d needed more living space.¡± ¡°You mean... it''s not population pressure in the city''s making you have small families?¡± Ivan asked. ¡°No. It''s that we live a happy active lifestyle in a dangerous environment,¡± Karella said, ¡°and sometimes sharks or accidents kill good people. That''s something else we need to put in dad. A quarter of my class-mates not reaching adulthood.¡± ¡°What?¡± Ivan asked, shocked. ¡°Summer holidays are dangerous, that''s to say unfamiliar waters with rip-tides, and ignoring rules about decompression are dangerous, alcohol is dangerous, breaking oaths is stupid, three found judgement can come from jelly fish as well as sharks. Trying to rescue people when you''re twelve is dangerous. Seven out of twenty eight.¡± ¡°Three oath-breakers in a class is very rare, Karella.¡± ¡°I know, dad, but it happened. One stupid girl playing the Canaanite.¡± ¡°And they all died at the same time?¡± Ivan asked. ¡°Not quite. She and one boy were found in each others arms, as well as a jellyfish''s. Then while some of us were in shock, asking how she was found like that, since she''d been a Christian, the third said it served her right for betraying him, then he realised what he''d done and swam off in a panic, right into another jellyfish.¡± ¡°Why was that oath-breaking?¡± ¡°She was a Christian, for all that she''d turned into a idiot. The boys weren''t. Her first lover had helped break her oath of allegiance to God, the second lover broke implicit marriage vows. Oath-breakers all three. At least, that''s the presumption.¡± ¡°And so you damn all three?¡± Ivan asked. ¡°God is judge, and is just. We presume that all three broke oaths. It certainly looked like it.¡± ¡°And no one tried to rescue the one you saw swim into a jelly fish?¡± ¡°Try to protect someone from divine judgement?¡± Karella asked, shocked. ¡°He''d just said he''d broken her oath. Anyway, that many stings from one of those jellyfish is fatal, no matter what you do.¡± ¡°So you just watched him die?¡± ¡°No. Our teacher gave him a powerful painkiller, and we helped him repent of his sins.¡± ¡°Perhaps that should also be in your book.¡± Ivan said. ¡°It is,¡± Karella said. ¡°His parents gave permission. They were sad he''d died, but very pleased that he''d finally turned to God.¡±
Embassy of Atlantis, Mars, Satursol 26th Dec 2277 ¡°Boris?¡± Hathellah asked, as they watched Ruth and Robert swim away from the function room. ¡°Yes, my Hathie?¡± ¡°I hope you realise, I expect to be wearing my wedding dress.¡± ¡°That''ll make swimming away hard,¡± Boris said. ¡°That''s why I think walking away from our reception to get changed is very much preferable.¡± ¡°Oh. OK,¡± he sounded disappointed. ¡°We can swim once we''ve got changed, of course,¡± Hathie conceded. Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 1: Tsarevna Diplomatic Effects

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 1:Tsarevna

Gulf of Finland, 11.30pm, Friday December 28th. Jake Karella Christoph, heir to the throne of Atlantis, quietly piloted the construction sub up the fjord on the Finnish coast, and let it sink to the bottom of the sea. Then, this part of the mission accomplished, he breathed out a sigh of relief, picked up a book and started reading. Hopefully, that would be the sum total of his mission here: arrive, read a book or three, and go home again. But from here, St Petersburg was less than an hour away, and the Finnish government had been happy to allow him to wait here, just in case. Jake had got the impression from his mother they rather liked the idea that the combined forces of the Russian ice-breaking fleet might not be able to clear the harbour well enough for their troop transport to leave. If that did happen, Lamura Russia-speaker would offer the construction sub''s help, and he''d have the fun task of chopping up lumps of ice with the laser. Fun in the sense of watching paint dry, since it was all going to be computer controlled. His little sister flew to Mars, he got to drive a construction sub to an isolated fjord, and read a book. He hoped. The only bright spot Jake could think of was that he''d maybe get to play tourist in St Petersburg afterwards. He''d tried to beg his way out of it, but his mother had insisted. When he''d been half way here she''d told him that if he did get to play tourist, then she''d want him to do the whole ''eldest son of her Majesty'' bit. He''d almost turned round in protest, but his mother had promised him it would be worth it. He wondered what that meant.
Embassy of Atlantis, St Petersburg, Russia, 9.30am Saturday, December 29th. ¡°Your excellency, please inform Atlantis that regretfully, our ground effect vehicle will not be able to take the replacement soldiers there, and we will have to seek an alternative transportation method.¡± ¡°I''m sorry to learn that. A mechanical malfunction?¡± ¡°No, your excellency. The weather, or more precisely the ice. There is just too much of it on the sea lane the ground effect vehicle will take off from.¡± ¡°Ah. I had wondered if that would be a problem, and I''m afraid I let it slip to Atlantis. Her majesty proposes what might be an alternative solution.¡± ¡°I think the navy will not want the humiliation of Mer submarines delivering our soldiers the entire way.¡± ¡°Would they accept some help in reducing the problem of the ice, so that they can deliver the troops as planned?¡± ¡°That... that is possible I suppose. You have some wonderful technique to propose?¡± ¡°One of our construction submarines arrived in a Finnish fjord last night. I understand that while it would not be able to clear a long enough section of sea using its forcefields, its laser would be able to cut up the ice so that there was nothing larger than a tennis ball, and the final five hundred meters could be swept clear by forcefields. Would that be sufficiently safe for take off and landing?¡± ¡°I will forward the suggestion. The submarine will stay then?¡± ¡°Her majesty wondered if, while waiting, the submarine could dock and the pilot of the submarine could perhaps see the sights of your city. I understand the young man in question is a student of architecture.¡± ¡°I''ll find out if that would be possible. Your construction sub-marines do have a formidable reputation, though.¡± ¡°This is a single boat, if you are referring to the operation some months ago in the Beautiful peninsular, I believe that involved six or seven. Yes, I expect it could do a lot of damage to the ships in the harbor, but we are a peace-loving people. You have my oath that her Majesty is not planning any such barbaric act.¡± ¡°And what of the pilot himself?¡± ¡°The prince would not bring such shame on his queen, I assure you.¡± ¡°The pilot is your prince?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I will, if I may, pass this on.¡± ¡°Of course.¡±
Gulf of Finland, 10am Russian time, Saturday, December 29th [Hey, sleepyhead, wake up, Jake.] Karella called. [Just a bit more doze, mum? Please? It''s something like five A.M.!] [Shift time zones, Jake, it''s ten in Russia, duty calls.] [The sun''s not up.] [You''re under-water, in a north-south fjord, and you''re pretty close to the arctic circle, too. Up you get, put on your smart clothes, you''ve got people to meet. You''ll first go to the port, accept a passenger and an interpreter since your Russian''s not that great and nor is your passenger''s English.] [Who''s my passenger?] [First a question. What do you think of the whole concept of dynastic marriage?] [Not interested. You''re not saying the Tsar''s got a daughter are you?] [Yes. Official title is Tsarevna. She''s expressed an interest in seeing the inside of a Mer submarine, and I caught the idea from her that she is interested in the idea of marriage somewhere a long way from home.] [Things that bad there?] [She''s not impressed with her big brother, anyway. She''s seventeen, and I''d say open to the gospel but not a Christian.] [This is why you said it''d be worth it?] [Not at all. I was thinking you''d like to see the architecture, and meet an old friend.] [Who?] [Your tenth cousin Karella, of course.] [{shock}She''s there?] [Visiting her dad for Christmas. She''ll be interpreting.] [I''ve not seen Karella in two years.] [I know that. I''m just wondering why not.] [Urm, we agreed it would be sensible. Does she know I''m driving this thing?] [Not as far as I know.] [Can you keep it that way?] [Not for long. Why?] [Urm... personal reasons, your majesty?] he tried. [I''m your mother, Jake.] [I know that, mum.] [Are you saying you two thought you were in love, or you hated each other?] [We didn''t hate each other, Mum.] [So why don''t you want her to know?] [Because I don''t want her going through the whole ''will he still like me?'' ''what should I wear?'' torture. Or think she''s breaking an oath.] [Breaking an oath?] It was Karella''s time to be shocked. [We got worried about where our emotions were going. Her three classmates had just been jelly-fished. We took an oath to leave it to chance or providence and not plan our next meeting.] [So, what do I tell her father?] [Urm. as little as possible of the above, I guess. And that I''ll try to avoid insulting the Tsar''s daughter.] [OK, I''ll tell him. The Tsar''s daughter might be a chatterbox, though.] [Oh. Do you think you should tell her? I can''t think straight.] [You''re still in love.] Karella told her son. [Can I be? After two years?] [You didn''t write either?] [Christmas and birthdays only. We agreed that too. And stuck to it, sort of. We decided we could each write on each birthday.] [I see. I''ll talk to her father.]
[Lamura,] Karella called. [Your Majesty.] [Have you told Karella who''s piloting the construction sub?] [No. I''d forgotten when I asked her to interpret that was history between them which ended in tears. I think she''s much less likely to kick up a stink if she doesn''t know. She can do professional and detached.] [OK. That''s good, probably.] [Probably?] [Anyway, Jake says he''ll try to not insult the Tsarevna, and we can hope our children can put a patient diplomatic face on things.] [I''m confused, Karella.] Lamura said. [Would you mind if I talked to her?] [Not at all, Karella.]
[Karella? I am Karella Farspeaker.] [{surprise}Your Majesty!] [Your father tells me you''re going to be interpreting for the Tsarevna.] [Yes.] [Have you met her before?] [Yes, once or twice. She''s OK, in a rather spoilt sort of way.] [OK. The pilot doesn''t like spoilt, but has promised me that he''ll try very hard to be polite to her, I get the feeling that might be hard for him, just so you know. She''s not a thought hearer is she?] [No.] [That''ll help then. Do try to be polite to her, too, dear.] [I''m confused, your majesty.] [Just remember that you and the pilot are representing our people, and the last thing we want is for her to run home in tears to her Daddy. So patience, diplomacy, tact, and so on.] [I''ll try.] [Well done. And wear something you think is nice, I''m sure she will be doing the same. Sorry, I''ve got to go.] [Who is the pilot?] Karella asked. She didn''t get an answer. Most bemused, she went to her cupboard and tried to decide which of her clothes she thought of as ''nice''. Not ''elegant'', or ''glamorous'' but ''nice''. Nice for a submarine, and nice for standing beside a frozen sea. Beside the Tsarevna, who liked to turn heads. Hmm, what a confusing morning it was turning out to be.
[Jake,] Karella called, [I hope you''re moving as well as grooming yourself.] [Yes mum, autopilot is engaged.] [I''ve told Karella you''re going to be diplomatic, and she should be too. Patience, diplomacy and tact. OK? And she doesn''t know you''re the pilot.] [Thanks Mum. Why are you awake?] [Because someone needed a wake-up call, remember? And you weren''t responding to calls by radio.] [Probably something to do with it being turned off for silent running.] [I thought so. Anyway you have two young ladies to meet and be polite to.]
St Petersburg Harbour, 11am, Saturday, December 29th ¡°I suppose you have been on your submarines many times?¡± The Tsarevna asked. ¡°Yes,¡± Karella said, ¡°But not on a construction submarine. They''re something special.¡± ¡°You don''t think it will be dirty inside, do you?¡± The Tsarevna asked, having second thoughts about her long glamorous dress. ¡°Why would it be dirty? No. I expect it will be very clean.¡± If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°I''m glad. Do you know him?¡± ¡°Who?¡± ¡°The pilot.¡± ¡°No one has told me who he is yet,¡± she shot a look at her father who was studiously not noticing their conversation. ¡°No? I was told.¡± ¡°Would the Tsarevna care to enlighten me?¡± ¡°It is your Tsesarevich. Is he handsome?¡± ¡°I don''t think I know that term.¡± ¡°Your queen''s eldest son. Your next king.¡± ¡°Jake?¡± Karella asked, ¡°Jake Karella Christoph is the pilot?¡± She demanded of her father in Mer. ¡°Yes, Karella. You can be polite to him even if you don''t like him, I''m sure,¡± Lamura said, in the same language. ¡°You know him?¡± ¡°Yes. He is my cousin,¡± Karella said, with the other Karella''s comments falling into place. And she decided she was very pleased with the outfit she''d chosen. ¡°We played together often as children.¡± ¡°Your cousin? I did not know you were so close to the crown!¡± ¡°Distant cousin, I should say. In English tenth cousin, twelve generations.¡± ¡°Oh, not so close, then,¡± the Tsarevna laughed. ¡°Not close at all, but I can still call him cousin. It used to annoy him.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because we are a small population. If I picked any five or six Mer, two would probably be tenth cousin or closer.¡± ¡°So really, you are not relations at all?¡± ¡°Really, we have not seen each other in two years, so I do not know if he is handsome or spotty.¡± ¡°Ah. And your question to your father?¡± ¡°My father told me to be polite. I think he believes I do not like my cousin.¡± ¡°But you do?¡± the Tsarevna asked, and Karella heard her decide that maybe she had a rival. ¡°I don''t know,¡± Karella said, perfectly honestly. ¡°I''ve not met him in two years. People change.¡± ¡°You used to like him?¡± ¡°Two years ago, his mother was not Queen, Tsarevna.¡± Karella said, ¡°I think my liking him is not so important as it was. Here comes the submarine.¡± The submarine bumped gently against the wharf, and then stopped any sign it was floating at all; forcefield anchors made sure of that. An arm unfolded from the side of the submarine, and touched the wharf. Karella heard the familiar gentle snap of a forcefield coming into existence. Then, the hatch opened and a head popped out. Karella heard his familiar mental voice decide she looked gorgeous. In English, Jake said, ¡°Tsarevna, my cousin Karella, welcome aboard. The forcefield gang-plank is a metre wide and to the rear of the arm. Please don''t step off it.¡± It was just about acceptable for him to call her his cousin like that. It was English after all; but he clearly wanted to send Karella a message. She wondered what her father thought of the intimacy though. She deliberately decided that Jake needed reminding to be polite to the Tsarevna. ¡°Have you ever walked on one of our forcefields before, Tsarevna?¡± Karella asked, ¡°they''re not slippery. Assuming his royal highness hasn''t made a bad mistake and used the wrong sort.¡± ¡°Would I risk dumping two beautiful ladies in the water?¡± Jake asked. ¡°Tell you what, Jake.¡± Lamura suggested, ¡°Why don''t you be a gentleman and accompany the ladies up that invisible gangplank?¡± ¡°That way, when one of us falls in we can pull you in too,¡± Karella said, ¡°Can''t you make it glow or something, so we can see the thing, Jake?¡± ¡°No, sorry. But wait a moment, I''ve got an idea.¡± He vanished back into the submarine and came back with a ball of string. This, he then looped back and forward multiple times, so it was hanging over the left and right edges of the gangplank. ¡°Sufficient, Kar?¡± he asked in Mer. ¡°Tsarevna, do you feel you can safely reach the submarine?¡± Karella asked. ¡°I believe so, especially if our pilot will accompany me?¡± she asked in English. ¡°Certainly, your highness,¡± Jake said, offering his arm. Karella heard her decide that was a victory over Karella. Patience, diplomacy, tact. No darts or knives. ¡°Kar,¡± Jake asked in Mer as he arrived at the submarine, ¡°I don''t think I should leave her on board alone. Can you manage?¡± ¡°Of course I can. I''ll bring your string too.¡± ¡°Please take a seat here, Tsarevna,¡± Jake said indicating a seat near the arm controls ¡ª he''d decided that would be the safest seat ¡ª ¡°And please, don''t touch any panels or pictures, they might be controls. It would be embarrassing to explain to your father how you sunk some of his ships by accident.¡± Hearing Karella on the steps he returned to them. Offering her his hand, he thought [I had no idea you''d be here, but it''s so nice to see you again at last.] [Patience, diplomacy, and tact, your mother said.] [The Tsarevna''s mind contains none of the above,] he replied. ¡°Can I sit you at the scan panel, Karella?¡± he indicated the seat, and then asked ¡°Karella, could I ask you to please pray for our ice-cutting trip to be successful? The Russian ambassador''s parents and future parents-in-law will be flying out with the soldiers. Mother is sure they don''t want to spend days in-transit.¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Karella agreed, and translated what Jake had said. She was privately impressed. Jake had just established that his reason for being here was not a social call and that he and Karella shared faith, hopefully without being at all offensive. She prayed.
St Petersburg Harbour, 11.15am, Saturday, December 29th Having checked and double checked everything was correct according to his map, and anchored the submarine in place, Jake said into the radio, ¡°Harbor control, I believe we are in position. If you can confirm that we''ll begin. Please warn all shipping to stay away from the designated take-off area.¡± ¡°My radar shows you as approximately half way down the airstrip.¡± ¡°Approximately, or exactly?¡± ¡°Close enough.¡± ¡°OK, I am now going to illuminate the perimeter of the area that will cleared. Please confirm it''s correct.¡± ¡°It is good, very good.¡± ¡°Thank you, harbor control. Ice cutting will begin now.¡± Jake checked the first five targets the computer had selected, and engaged the cutting beam. Five more targets were automatically selected and sliced. Jake then told it to designate fifty targets, checked they were in the perimeter and let it slice them. That took ten seconds. He told it to identify five hundred targets. His display turned red, but all were all in the designated area. He instructed it start. Satisfied that it was ignoring targets if they left the area, a minute later, he put it onto full automatic. ¡°Welcome to the scary bit of the operation,¡± he said. ¡°Why scary?¡± Karella asked. ¡°Because there''s always a risk that some idiot decides to wander into the cutting area. Please do keep an eye on that scanner, Kar. Your display covers more area than mine.¡± ¡°Oh. Right.¡± The Tsarevna looked at the panel beside her and asked, ¡°what does this panel do?¡± ¡°I''ll be using that one soon, Tsarevna. That one controls forcefields. With it we could, for instance, make a forcefield rod more than ten kilometers long, it would expand at a third of the speed of light, have the inertia behind it of this submarine and a diameter of less than a millimeter. There is no question it would punch through anything and anyone in the way. Alternatively we can make a flat forcefield up to half a kilometer diameter. That will slice people or things in half, or if I''m careful, push all the ice out of this area of sea. It is a useful tool, but like all useful tools, dangerous.¡± Karella translated and the Tsarevna firmly put her hands in her lap. ¡°And then we leave and the area for the ground effect vehicle to leave?¡± ¡°No. We stay as long as we can, to stop the ice from returning, and then disable the forcefields and submerge.¡± ¡°Oh! How clever!¡± she enthused, ¡°you have been driving a submarine like this for long?¡± ¡°Not very. I am training to be an architect, and was taught as part of my studies.¡± ¡°Oh. But one of your normal submarines?¡± she asked. ¡°Since I was eight,¡± he said. ¡°Oh! So it is not hard! How would I learn to pilot one?¡± ¡°I am sorry, Tsarevna, I do not think you have natural sonar.¡± Karella replied, rather than translating, ¡°That is necessary to pilot one of our submarines.¡± ¡°But you have sonar there.¡± ¡°Not for navigation,¡± Karella said, ¡°This is only two dimensional. And also, our submarines are not for sale to non-Mer.¡± ¡°The Tsesarevich could give me one as a gift,¡± she replied. ¡°I will translate our conversation, Tsarevna,¡± Karella said, and as she did she added in a neutral tone that she wasn''t going to dare to respond to that on her own. Jake replied, using English, ¡°Regrettably, Tsarevna, I do not have the wealth to purchase one, nor the authority to override our law which prohibits such an act of generosity. I will speak of your request to my mother.¡± She didn''t wait for the translation but asked ¡°How much would a submarine cost you?¡± ¡°One this size, or a small one?¡± The construction submarine was the size of a twelve berth one. ¡°Whichever,¡± she replied, in English, raptly staring at his features and fluttering her eyelashes at him. ¡°Our smallest submarine, which would have space for two parents and a single child would cost five hundred thousand pearls in our currency. That is to say, the equivalent of five hundred kilograms of gold.¡± ¡°It is impolite to make fun of people,¡± she snapped in Russian. ¡°Tsarevna,¡± Karella replied, ¡°The alloy our submarines are made from contains a lot of gold. The prince does not joke. Families collect gold when they can, and try to save enough gold to buy one, often for twenty or thirty years.¡± ¡°I have asked for a greater gift than I knew,¡± she said in English. Jake expected her to then say ''sorry'' or something similar, but she didn''t, instead she went on and said, ¡°Sometimes, through such a mistake, the greatest gifts a man and woman can offer one another are discussed and eventually exchanged.¡± ¡°I am sure you are right, Tsarevna, but the greatest gift of all is to know God, and that only comes though faith in Jesus. But when one accepts that gift then there is an implicit or explicit oath of allegiance.¡± The switch from her thinly veiled hints about marriage to theology surprised her, and she asked for translation. After Karella had translated, it still didn''t really make sense to her. ¡°I do not understand the meaning of what he implies,¡± she said. ¡°My very distant cousin implies that God rightly expects to be obeyed in all areas of life.¡± ¡°You say I do not worship God?¡± the Tsarevna asked Jake in English. ¡°I do not know, Tsarevna. You have been silent on the matter, and there are so many different spiritual statuses it is wrong to guess.¡± He waited for Karella to interpret. ¡°Among our people, social status is of little account, but between men and women of different spiritual status there can never be more than friendship.¡± ¡°You judge me,¡± the Tsarevna said in English. ¡°No, Tsarevna. God is the judge, not I. I merely say that I will not invite judgement on myself by pretending to not be what I am, a Christian, saved by God''s grace which I have received by trusting in Jesus Christ. As such I will marry only a believing Christian.¡± Karella translated. ¡°So, you say, if I want you to even consider such an alliance, I must first commit myself to your understanding of God,¡± the Tsarevna said. ¡°That is correct. But while I am not married, engaged, or betrothed, I will not mislead you, Tsarevna. There is someone who is close to my heart.¡± ¡°If no promises have been made, there is no obstacle,¡± she said dismissively, ¡°A superior match can override. It is political reality.¡± ¡°But Tsarevna, I am an architect, a practically minded artist. Would you expect such harsh politics from such as I?¡± ¡°I would expect grand plans, ideas, and an appreciation of beauty. And probably a frustration with inconvenient limitations.¡± ¡°But we should not challenge the created order too much, Tsarevna. It is not my people''s way to take what others need, or destroy what God has created. If we enjoyed the taste of shark more, perhaps, there would be fewer sharks in the oceans, but we do not harm needlessly. We would not hunt them to extinction.¡± ¡°But doing so would save many lives, would it not?¡± she asked, confused where he was taking the conversation now, but determined not to give up so easily. ¡°It would cause many problems among the lesser sea creatures. We Mer are the apex predators of the seas. Our oldest tales speak of us being given our task of ruling over the creatures of the sea, just as you land-folk were to rule the land creatures. We try to ensure our charges thrive in their rightful places. Destroying them would be a failure in our task.¡± ¡°I wonder at the subtle point behind this turn of conversation,¡± the Tsarevna said. ¡°I thought we had left the knee-deep water of politics into the deeper waters of practical philosophy.¡± ¡°You think politics is shallow?¡± ¡°Probably our metaphors are different,¡± Jake said, ¡°Knee deep water is where a shark can swim quite easily, but a Mer can neither swim easily nor run quickly. We do not like to spend long there.¡± ¡°I live in a world of politics,¡± she replied, ¡°does that make me a shark?¡± ¡°I hope you are neither shark nor sharkfood, Tsarevna. But if you live in such a dangerous place, I''m sure you need your wits about you. It must be stressful. I offer you this short time, free from politics.¡± ¡°You do not think our discussions have been politics?¡± She asked. ¡°I have tried to be both honest and diplomatic, Tsarevna.¡± ¡°And those are not a pair adjectives I have heard attached on a regular basis to politicians or courtiers. I think you have succeeded. You said there is a woman with a claim on your heart. Does she feel the same way?¡± ¡°I have not asked her particularly recently, Tsarevna. But the last time we spoke of such matters, she did.¡± ¡°And you really anticipate marriage for love?¡± the Tsarevna asked. ¡°Not politics, or global position or to forge an alliance or avoid a war?¡± ¡°I expect to marry for love,¡± Jake confirmed. ¡°Then, not being diplomatic, but honest: I fear you selfishly risk a war,¡± Karella interpreted. ¡°Your father would declare war if I upset you?¡± Jake asked surprised. ¡°No, he is not so concerned about my feelings. But he has said before witnesses that if I gain one of your submarines by smiles and friendship where my brother failed by force, or if I gain your hand in marriage, bringing such a close tie between our peoples, then he will disinherit my brother for the shame he has brought on my father for ordering the attack on your ambassador on Mars and I will inherit the imperial crown. There you have heard my motives for all my actions this morning. A submarine it seems I cannot have, nor your hand in marriage because you love another and I am not of your creed. I could change my creed, but not your heart. I failed with flirting, which is hard through an interpreter, I try once more with honesty, and with a plea from my heart: do not stand by and allow my brother to inherit, or I fear there will be war between our peoples. He is greedy and thinks only of taking. Although I expect it is still futile, still, I try: I willingly offer myself to the stranger before me to stop such a terrible thing.¡± Karella wasn''t sure how she managed to translate that, but she did it. She feared Jake''s response ¡ª whatever it might be. ¡°Tsarevna,¡± Jake said drawing a deep breath, ¡°Thank your for your honesty. I was not aware of your brother''s involvement in the attack. I was not aware of how powerfully the political waters were swirling, I am not immune to your pleas.¡± Once more, Karella translated, mentally praying she''d be able to continue in this role that circumstance had assigned her. Jake continued carefully, ¡°I believe that any marriage between us would of absolute necessity be preceded by a treaty, would it not?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°But because of the attack, my mother, my Queen declared an oath that there will be no treaty negotiations for almost three years. She will not break an oath.¡± The Tsarevna''s hopes, buoyed up after his speaking of the effect her pleas had had on him, fell to tatters. She was sure that her father would not accept a wait of that long. ¡°But, while a treaty between nations cannot be made, perhaps another form of agreement could be entered into. Were there conditions your father made regarding the submarine? The ban on sales is to protect the submarines'' secrets, but if your personal possession of one is all that is required... there might be room for discussion.¡± ¡°You think your mother would give me a half a tonne of gold?¡± the Tsarevna asked in shock. ¡°To ensure peace? It is possible. And the spaceship-submarine did not require much gold at all. I do not know what is possible, Tsarevna. Would your father feel cheated if there were no gold and you had sworn a stern oath that there would be no investigation of its secrets? Would he feel he did not need to honour his word? Would your scientists resist the temptation to investigate even though you had given your word they would not? I do not know the answer to these questions.¡± The Tsarevna laughed. ¡°I do not know if I should be insulted or relieved or amazed! I had thought that I had no hope of the submarine; I have heard that even to Israel you offer only what your treaty requires of you. I was sure the greatest hope I had of allowing my father his excuse to punish my brother - for that is what he asks ¡ª was to offer myself. But it seems you value peace and my friendship more highly than my body. Should I be insulted? I do not feel insulted. If this happens, and my brother will never inherit, you make me free, do you not? Free to marry who I choose as well as travel the oceans where I choose?¡± ¡°The sea is a dangerous place, even in a strong submarine, Tsarevna, be wise with the freedom I hope we can offer you.¡± ¡°Tsarevna, are you officially a politician, diplomat or in the military?" Karella asked. The Tsarevna''s eyes opened wide. ¡°No, I am not any of these things.¡± ¡°Jake will be returning to Atlantis, I expect this evening or tomorrow. I''ll just ask...¡± turning to Jake she said ¡°The Tsarevna is not covered by the travel ban. Would you be able to take her to Atlantis, if I came as chaperone?¡± ¡°Would it not be better to say she is chaperone, beloved Karella? My feelings are not changed.¡± ¡°You worried me, saying you weren''t immune to her pleas. I thought I''d lost you.¡± ¡°She worried me,¡± Jake said, ¡°Do I have your permission to speak to your father this evening? I wish to be immune to such politics.¡± ¡°And we invite the Tsarevna to our wedding in Atlantis?¡± Karella asked. ¡°But first we argue for a submarine for her. Or maybe a guillemot, if she likes the idea of travel,¡± Jake said. ¡°Such technology would need the Tsar to agree that there will be no investigation.¡± ¡°Yes. But I''m sure the Tsarevna is practiced in persuading her father of things, and he respects her judgement more than her brother''s. If all he wants is an excuse...¡± ¡°And all we need is a couple of vows of no peaking and peace...¡± ¡°That''s not a treaty, is it?¡± Karella asked. ¡°Certainly not.¡± Jake agreed, laughing, ¡°Tsarevna, you and I will have to persuade our parents of some things.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°If you can persuade your father to swear there will be no investigation of the technology and that your brother will be disinherited if you get a submarine, and if I can persuade my mother that this does not set an expensive precident, and if you will also swear to peace between your people and other nations as much as it depends on you, then I think I can persuade my mother that a space-submarine is the best option. And as this is all personal oaths, it is not a treaty.¡± ¡°It''s not?¡± ¡°A treaty joins countries for centuries. This is just about establishing friendship and such things.¡± ¡°I''ve always wanted to visit Mars,¡± she said, ¡°Now, tell me about your understanding of God.¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 2: Friendship

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 2:Friendship

St Petersburg Harbour, 12noon [I hate to interrupt,] Karella called, [but how are things going, Jake?] [War has probably been averted, if all relevant monarchs are convinced.] [Urm...] [The Tsarevna''s brother gave the order to attack Ruth on Mars, Mum. She''s pretty sure that big brother would think of war as a way of getting himself some of our technology. The Tsar isn''t impressed, and has said before witnesses that big brother will be disinherited, and the crown pass to her if she managed to get either a submarine through friendship ¡ª as opposed to military force ¡ª or me as her husband. When she heard how much gold went into a sub, she gave up on that idea, and getting a stranger who didn''t speak her language as a husband wasn''t particularly to her taste but she tried, hard. To the extent of calling me selfish for considering marriage for love when the alternative probably meant war. That''s when the stuff about her brother came out.] [{concern} and?] [She is willing to take a personal vow that no one will be allowed to take apart or otherwise study her submarine if we give her one, and not only that, but that she will vow to seek peaceful resolution to any dispute between her people and another nation. So, personally, I recommend a Guillemot class, as she''s always wanted to visit to Mars, and it doesn''t cost as much either.] [I can see why that seemed the most attractive option to you.] [And to her, also, mother. But no matter personal preferences, a marriage would involve a treaty, and you swore an oath about treaties with Russia. This way just involves personal oaths. We need your agreement, and the Tsar to agree to his part, and uphold his daughter''s vow to keep people away from her sub.] [Technically, this is interfering in another country''s succession, Jake.] Karella pointed out. [That didn''t stop us in the Beautiful Peninsula.] [That was upholding treaty provisions.] [I know. This is stopping people playing power politics with my future.] [And what''s to stop someone else thinking this is a good way to get a submarine?] [I plan on talking to Lamura Russia-speaker this evening. The Tsarevna would be happy to visit Atlantis. She could witness Mikhail''s wedding and mine, assuming you don''t mind another Karella in the family.] [Jake, I wasn''t expecting the Tsarevna, but I was expecting Karella as a daughter-in-law sometime. Every time someone talks about you finding a wife she''s in your mind. You don''t think it''s too soon?] [We thought two years ago was too soon.] [It was. That doesn''t mean you need to marry immediately. It would be good if her book got finished, for instance. You weren''t tempted by the Tsarevna''s offer?] [Not tempted. Worried I might not manage to think my way out of the logic.] [Our closer allies will be wondering how Russia obtains a Guillemot and they have not.] Karella said. [Yes, I hoped it wouldn''t set a precedent, but it will, won''t it?] [Yes.] [So, we would need to be fair and equitable. Heir to the throne of... who? Our closer allies? Major powers? Who are willing to swear similarly, before truthsayers or maybe the entire Council, accepting that we retain remote control and would reclaim or destroy the vehicle in the case of oath violation? I would actually suggest that an automatic park and recall feature like Karella Irontrader had be included too, to make investigation that much harder.] [Automatically park it at the bottom of a nearby ocean? That would certainly make research hard.] [Or fifty kilometers up? That''s going to really make it difficult to steal a look.] [That''s got to take too much energy, surely?] Karella asked. [I guess so.] [But yes, it''s worth asking. Your next challenge, Jake, if the Tsarevna is willing, is to work with her and Karella to come up with a form of words that mean that people of ill intent will never agree, and a set of categories that would include our friends but still keep the numbers small. The list will not just be ''our friends'' because Russia has not been a friend, and so on.] [But you agree?] [I want to see your criteria, and I want to check some facts. If Tsarevna Svetlana has been truthful, and the criteria are not going to bankrupt the treasury, and the council do not scream too loudly. Yes. Whether it will be a guillemot or merely a forcefield submarine without flight, I am undecided.] Karella said. [But I do like the idea of Svetlana going to Mars, that would surely aid normalised relationships there.]
The Palace, Restored Kingdom [Eliza, it is Karella, I have a question for your information gatherers, if I may ask.] [You may ask, your majesty.] [I''ve just been told that the Tsarevna of the Russian empire was told by her father, in front of witnesses, that he would express his dissatisfaction with his son by disinheriting him, making her heir to the throne if she managed to achieve one of two particular outcomes, which I''d expect the Tsar probably felt were unlikely. Based on their knowledge of the Tsar, is he likely to keep his word?] [Who told you that?] [She told my son.] [If it''s true, she took a risk. I''ll ask discretely.] [Thank you.] [Do you know what the son has done?] [I do. The Tsarevna Svetlana informed Jake of that, too. I could have found out, of course, but I decided that ignorance was bliss. The other... is too like peering into the future.] [And Svetlana''s currently on a submarine... one of yours?] [Yes, it''s just clearing some ice so their ambassador''s parents can get here easily for his wedding. And doing a bit of showing off too. I guess being there helped her feel safe enough to speak the unspeakable.] [And despite tensions, she put herself there with no body guard?] [Brave girl. You might as well know, impossible challenge number one was marriage with Jake, impossible challenge number two was getting one of our subs. Since she thinks big brother in charge means war, she tried her very best.] [And she convinced Jake?] [Assuming I can get agreement this end, and her daddy agrees no one takes it apart, she''ll be swearing a complicated oath fairly soon and getting something she can call one of our submarines. A small number of nations, including yours, should expect ambassadorial visits offering identical terms. Those are still being worked on, but it''ll include things like the heir to the throne vowing to solve things peacefully as much as it depends on them, agreeing we can make it come back here or self-destruct if it''s abused, and so on. Driving lessons will be included.] The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. [Wow, so all this depends on our assessment of whether the Tsar is a man of his word?] [Not only, no. Like I said, I need to do some convincing here. It''ll be hard on her, but I think that the heirs to the throne being able to get anywhere in the solar system in reasonable time could be very useful.] [In the solar system? You''re thinking it''ll be one of your Guillemots?] [I''m hoping to convince the council of that, yes.] [Have you looked for people who the Tsar has broken big promises to?] [Yes. I didn''t find any. But this is such a big promise, was I asking about a category of only one promise?] [I''ll ask.] [Thank you.] [I presume you need the answer soonish?] [Next hour would be great. You may, of course, tell your father-in-law about this request, but try to keep the Tsarevna safe.] [Of course.]
Under St Petersburg harbour, 12.20pm, Saturday, December 29th ¡°That was your mother, Jake?¡± Karella asked. ¡°Yes. How did you know?¡± ¡°You had your eyes shut,¡± Karella said. ¡°Oh. Old habit, that. I need to break myself of it.¡± ¡°I don''t understand,¡± the Tsarevna said. ¡°Tsarevna Svetlana, if I may call you that ¡ª blame my mother if your given name was a secret ¡ª my mother has just been thinking to me. She has heard of your plea to me, and is in favour of your receiving a submarine. But she adds some more conditions, and it does set a precedent. She asks us, when we have time, all to think about how that precedent does not end up with you being an exception, includes certain specific friendly nations and yet does not come up with a very long list of countries.¡± ¡°You did not know my given name?¡± she asked. ¡°No.¡± ¡°I am no longer wondering why no suggestion was made about not using titles, which confused me since I was not very sure of yours. Surely your title is more than just prince?¡± ¡°We do not use so very many. I am ''prince Jake Karella Christoph'', though my full name is much longer, that just adds my grandparents names. As a vocative, in English, ''Highness'' or ''Your highness'' are sufficient. Or to my friends, Jake.¡± ¡°You use a matronymic and patronymic?¡± ¡°Yes. For a while we used family names, in the English fashion, but it did not last so many centuries. We have returned to our old system.¡± ¡°So Natasha is your mother''s name?¡± she asked Karella. ¡°Yes. It was from her I learned to speak Russian as I was growing up. She died some years ago.¡± ¡°If it causes no offence, I would like to be just Svetlana here. On land I must be Tsarevna, or Your Imperial Highness. Even Tsarevna Svetlana would be too informal in most circumstances.¡± ¡°Svetlana, do you have more questions about our faith before we return to port?¡± Jake asked. ¡°Not for now. For now, I would like to put my trust in God.¡±
Imperial Palace, St Petersburg, 2.30pm ¡°Imperial Father, I am returned,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°and I find I must ask for clarification.¡± ¡°Clarification?¡± ¡°Yes, Imperial Majesty. You asked that I obtain a submarine by friendship or the prince''s hand in marriage. I have friendship, and a conditional promise of a submarine. The conditions are that I must take an oath that I will only allow its use for peaceful purposes and always seek peace as much as it depends on me, and that I not study its secrets or allow them to be studied, and that my Imperial Father will also so swear that no attempt will be made to study it for its secrets, and also that my Imperial Father will swear that when I have the submarine he will enact the promises he made regarding the succession. As long as these oaths are taken and kept, her Majesty Queen Karella Farspeaker promises me a submarine and training in driving it. But not just any submarine, Imperial Father. In exchange for these oaths, I am promised one of their space-going submarines. But I ask, do these conditions and limitations void your promise to me? I will not obtain a submarine to study, only to use.¡± ¡°This is a strange treaty indeed.¡± ¡°It is not a treaty, Imperial Father, for there can be no treaty negotiated for the next two and three quarter years. These are mere personal oaths, binding only as long as we draw breath.¡± ¡°Only that long, eh? You have had a busy morning, my daughter. The young man was not to your liking?¡± ¡°An imperial wedding is arranged by treaty, Imperial Father, and Queen Karella has taken an oath. There can be no treaty negotiated before the time is up. But there can be friendship, and personal oaths and gifts.¡± ¡°So clever. They extract an oath from us, and then expect us to keep to them when they do not deliver.¡± ¡°My oath will start ''If I am given a guillemot-class space-going submarine,'' Imperial Father. Yours depends on my receiving it. There is no treaty, only interlocking oaths that turn to ashes if the promise is not kept. And I asked what I should do, if I found myself under attack in my flying submarine. His highness replied from their law: Only a dangerous shark attacks those going about their peaceful business. Protecting oneself and others from a dangerous shark is every peace-loving adult''s right and duty.¡± ¡°So the flying submarine is armed?¡± ¡°It works by powerful forcefields, powerful forcefields can puncture and slice. I was told the construction submarine could make a rod shaped forcefield kilometers long, at one third of the speed of light, and that the forcefields on the flying submarine have similar strength. Also, the fields trap radiation and can direct it where the pilot wishes, and they can be made perfectly reflective, against lasers, and masers.¡± ¡°And what of a missile attack?¡± the Tsar named his personal fear when flying anywhere. ¡°I expect we would not be comfortable as we are rattled around, Imperial Father, but I do not think an explosive exists that can penetrate the forcefield hull.¡± ¡°You convince me it is a vehicle beyond price, daughter. I will gladly keep the scientists away to keep such a protection. They will accept vows in front of their ambassador?¡± ¡°They will, father, but they invite me to Atlantis, to learn to fly one, to witness our ambassador''s wedding. To be a tourist. They would prefer I take my vows there, but they do not insist.¡± ¡°I heard Mikhail was engaged. They have set a date?¡± ¡°His parents and parents-in-law arrive today, that is why the construction submarine was sent, in friendship to him. He has told her majesty he wishes to marry on Christmas day. A short engagement is the Atlantis way, unless there is some obstacle.¡± ¡°I will not send an Imperial princess in some troop transport,¡± The Tsar stated. ¡°No, imperial father. But the prince returns tomorrow or the next day, and with him their ambassador''s daughter, for her studies. Would it not be fitting to have a prince as my chauffeur?¡± ¡°And for your return?¡± ¡°I would hope to come back by space-submarine, Imperial Father.¡± ¡°You will take a maid,¡± the Tsar declared. ¡°As you wish, Imperial Father. As long as she has no rank in the military,¡± Some did, Svetlana was sure, ¡°or she will cause embarrassment.¡± ¡°You may ask them if they are willing and permitted to visit Atlantis, ignoring their family commitments at this family time of year,¡± the Tsar said. ¡°Just like you are.¡± ¡°You believe the annual family argument needs me, Imperial Father? I thought it would be better to avoid the name-calling.¡± New year''s eve always included a time when her father allowed free discussion. ¡°Your mother will say I deprive her of your support.¡± ¡°Perhaps you could support her in my absence, daddy?¡± Svetlana was taking a slight risk, using such an intimate address. In the context though, it felt right. ¡°I also have more news, of a personal nature. I have knowingly crossed the barrier that was between myself and the prince of the Mer and mother. I no longer hover on the edges of her faith, neither opposed nor committed. I am sorry if this displeases you, Imperial Father, but it is done. Many of those you might consider as suitable husbands for me would not be acceptable because of this.¡± ¡°You did this to try to win the prince?¡± ¡°I told the prince it would be acceptable to me. I told him I considered him selfish to plan to marry for love, when the alternative probably meant eventual war between our peoples. He told me the treaty ban was not just policy, but an oath, and asked if you would accept conditions on the submarine. So, no, not to win the prince, nor to win his support regarding the submarine. But I felt the case for the submarine was not very strong, and my lack of commitment to God made it weaker.¡± ¡°But you hope to win the prince eventually?¡± ¡°I hope to win someone like him, but I do not wish harm upon the girl he intends to marry on his return to Atlantis.¡± ¡°He is engaged?¡± ¡°Not yet. In such things, the Mer take a long time deciding, and then act quickly. They have been deciding for years, it seems. Me making my offer helped him decide that waiting because of age was not necessarily a good thing in international relations.¡± ¡°So,¡± the Tsar mused ¡°if I still wish you to marry him, I would need to send an assassin.¡± ¡°If you send an assassin to kill my friend''s wife, send one after me too, or I will dedicate a good portion of my life to publicly condemning you, and defecate on your grave.¡± ¡°Ah, the impetuosity of youth!¡± the Tsar said smiling at her answer. ¡°You have grown steel, my daughter. Go, tell your mother what you have done, and what promise you have gained. I suppose if you have a private spaceship you could go and reclaim at least a small portion of Mars to bear the Imperial standard, couldn''t you? Would you object to taking an assassin to deal with that wife-beater?¡± ¡°I do not think an assassin would be necessary, father. With your leave, I will happily talk privately to some reporters before I go and show them his wife''s letter and his history of demerits for bad conduct after I have returned. Why send an assassin when all he needs is some deep breaths of mountain air?¡± ¡°You have my leave, daughter.¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 3: Reporters

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 3:Reporters

St Petersburg military port, 9am, Sunday Dec 30th The young reporter gingerly presented his credentials to the gate guard, who checked them extremely critically. ¡°You are expected. Harbour one, quay three, berth five.¡± ¡°The... the foreign harbour?¡± the reporter asked. This was mad. He''d only been a reporter for a few months, now he was getting cryptic messages to meet people and it was turning out to be at the foreign harbour. ¡°That''s all my instruction say. Follow the signs.¡± ¡°Yes, sir, thank you sir.¡± ¡°You''re already late, so get a move on,¡± the soldier said, ¡°That way!¡±
St Petersburg military port, 9.10am, Sunday Dec 30th The reporter found berth five. He almost missed it. There was a very strange looking submarine, a piece of string floating in the air beside some kind of articulated arm, and no guards. No one was about at all. He heard laughter from within the submarine. ¡°Hello?¡± he called, nothing, except the sound of people talking. He called again, ¡°Hello? Am I at the right place?¡± There was a brief motion at one of the windows. Was someone looking out? ¡°Just walk on the forcefield, Vladimir Vladimirovitch, where the string is!¡± a woman''s voice called out; it sounded familiar, but he couldn''t place it. Gingerly, he poked the air by the string; it resisted, and didn''t seem slippery, either. He prayed a quick prayer and stepped onto it. Step by step, he reached the submarine. ¡°Permission to come aboard?¡± he said nervously ¡°Get on with it,¡± she sounded impatient, ¡°where''s your faith, Mr intrepid reporter?¡± It couldn''t be the Tsarevna. It sure sounded like her. He was surprised to see a spiral staircase, rather than a ladder. It was rather steep, and he couldn''t see very much. He went down the steps, not feeling at all intrepid. ¡°Jake, meet Vladimir Vladimirovitch, reporter and boyfriend of the daughter of one of my mother''s ladies in waiting,¡± the Tsarevna said in English. ¡°Vladimir, you''re late. Meet His Highness, Prince Jake Karella Christoph, heir to the throne of Atlantis unless he can get out of it.¡± ¡°Hello,¡± Jake said ¡°Er, hello,¡± Vladimir said. ¡°You might recognise Andriy Ilyich,¡± she indicated someone Vladimir recognised as another reporter, ¡°you know Olga, and this is Karella Natasha Lamura, soon to be princess of Atlantis. So, let me make it perfectly clear, this is not happening, I am most certainly not speaking to you personally about this at all, and my father did not tell me to leak anything to anybody. I''ll call anyone who claims anything I''ve just denied a truthful but dangerous shark, and ask Karella to act appropriately. Is that clear?¡± ¡°Err.¡± Vladimir said, ¡°I think so.¡± ¡°Yes, Tsarevna,¡± Andriy said. ¡°Shh,¡± she replied. ¡°I have no name, no title. You may, if you want, call me a highly placed source in the palace, or something else vague like that.¡± ¡°You''re giving us an officially sanctioned leak?¡± Vladimir asked. ¡°Who me?¡± Svetlana asked, fiddling with her hair, ¡°not at all, I''ve just invited some people I know to somewhere we won''t be overheard before I go off on a secret visit, aren''t I, Olga?¡± ¡°I think Vladimir''s brain is going to overheat. Just interpret that as a complicated ''yes'', Vladimir.¡± ¡°The topic, gentlemen, is the wife-beating drunkard scum known as Koschev. Stop burying your heads in the sand and look up some records, please. He was only sent to Mars because you can get home from Siberia. Oh, another thing... Mer tend to be quite a direct, truth-loving people. If they say something, it''s either a joke or it''s truth. You may not quote me on any of that, of course. You may quote your source as saying people in the palace are incredulous about how long this stupidity is going on without anyone doing any basic reporting. End of this briefing, handle it nicely and you might get another one in a week or three. You may stay a bit if you like.¡± ¡°Are we allowed to ask questions?¡± ¡°Not about that scum,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Don''t bother asking me anything,¡± Olga said, ¡°all I know is I''m going to be a wedding guest in Atlantis.¡± ¡°Otherwise, yes,¡± Jake said. ¡°Would visiting Atlantis be possible for me, too?¡± Vladimir asked. ¡°Not on this submarine,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°It''s a long journey and it''s only got four beds.¡± ¡°Are you a politician, diplomat, or military person with command of more than ten people?¡± Jake asked, when Karella had translated his question. ¡°No,¡± ¡°Then you are welcome to apply for a press visa at the embassy,¡± Karella said, ¡°as my father''s staff would be happy to tell you, upcoming events in Atlantis include the annual new year''s celebration, which will almost certainly be louder than it has been in the last few centuries, the marriage of the heir to the throne, probably around the third, don''t you think, Jake?¡± ¡°Probably.¡± ¡°Then there''s the marriage of the Russian ambassador to Atlantis to his long-lost school-time beloved, very romantic, that''s planned for sometime near Christmas, but don''t tell her that yet, it''s a surprise. And then...¡± she looked at Svetlana and asked, ¡°may I?¡± ¡°Go ahead, but it''s not at all publishable until it''s happened.¡± ¡°and then certain heirs to thrones or almost heirs to thrones of different countries will be taking an oath of peace to my by-then mother-in-law ¡ª wow what a strange thought ¡ª and the High Council of Atlantis, and will be gifted with a guillemot-class space-going forcefield submarine, capable of getting to Mars in about a week, and will then spend some time learning to pilot and fly them.¡± ¡°But... you''ve not been made heir to the throne,¡± Andriy asked Svetlana, ¡°have you?¡± ¡°I have not been made heir to the throne,¡± Svetlana agreed, ¡°but the Mer here know some things you do not know, and they will not tell them until they are no longer secrets.¡± ¡°Realistically, there''s no way I''m going to get to Atlantis,¡± Vladimir said. ¡°So, score some points with your editor,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°and tell him to send someone, and get that someone to tell you immediately when I leave, and when you hear that I''m leaving Atlantis, get yourself to the palace. You ought to have about half an hour before I arrive, apparently.¡± Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. ¡°The palace, not the harbour?¡± ¡°The palace, no matter where my father might be,¡± she confirmed. ¡°No more hints.¡±
News report, St Petersburg daily news, Monday Dec 31st Is Koschev really a hero? A highly placed source at the imperial palace has given some hints about why the public acclamation of Lieutenant Koschev has been met with stony silence from the palace: incredulity and annoyance. Certain people in palace feel the press have published inaccuracies about the lieutenant''s career and so misled the public. This paper hopes to take the lead in calling on our fellow reporters to wake up to the distinct discrepancies between their reports and his military and police record. Also, our source mentioned that on some scales, Siberia was more comfortable than Mars. According to the local police at his home town, Koschev, was a familiar face at the station, enjoying their accommodation most weekends. Publicly available records show that Lt Koschev was been been demoted for disorderly conduct on three occasions, including one offence of wounding a superior officer. So, has he become a reformed character while on Mars? Was he just hoping to get one thing right, even if it cost him his life, so he could somehow earn a hero''s burial after a miserable career? Or was his five minutes of defiance at the ''trial'' no more than an effort to avoid the final humiliation of being summarily dismissed for the total failure to carry out any of the objectives of the raid he''d personally planned and overseen from the very beginning? Hero? Or a disgrace of an officer who should have never been promoted beyond private? The other question we might perhaps dare to ask: are the Mer correct in stating that whoever ordered the attack on their ambassador overstepped their authority?
News report, Russia today, Monday Dec 31st Palace frustrated at press behaviour The popular press has been mounting a sustained campaign which in effect tells our glorious Tsar that the uninformed masses know what he should be doing, and he does not. This is, of course, nothing new. Have we not all thought or said such a thing at our kitchen tables? Have not most of us, at some point, informed God how he should be running the universe? Could this not be the sin known as pride? But investigative journalists are supposed to investigate before they print. Have the popular press investigated Lt. Koschev? Do they not wonder why the lieutenant is not known by his patronymic? That, at least, is easily explained; his father removed his blessing. Does this not tell us something? Why would a father remove his blessing if the man is the stuff of heros? Why has some joker amongst the police in his home town put up a sign on their holding cell saying it used to be lt. Koschev''s weekend residence? People there obviously know what sort of man he was before he was exiled to Mars. A highly placed source at the palace expressed the incredulity there at the presumption of the press, demanding a hero''s welcome for this insubordinate wife-beater, three-times demoted for drunkenness and associated unruly behaviour, without any attempt to expose him for what he is. Why does the popular press seek to undermine the monarchy? Does our society not have enough problems? The palace has also been silent on the question of who actually gave the order to attack the Mer ambassador. Yet, sources close to the palace have witnessed numerous friendly acts from the Mer to our Tsar. Recently there was a medical evacuation to save the live of an unborn baby, on Saturday, ice was cleared in St Petersburg harbour, so that the parents of our ambassador in Atlantis could arrive for New Years'' Eve, and indeed our soldiers who have been based there these last three months could return home. An informal visit of friendship was made to the palace by the Mer crown prince, and the Tsarevna has been invited to Atlantis to attend his wedding. Let me return to that medical evacuation; it included not just the mother but the entire family, including the general whose wife and baby had the ¡ª so far successful ¡ª complex operation. No military commander may visit Atlantis, but compassion is a greater law than politics, so this man was not separated from his wife in the time of family crisis. None of this sounds like the Mer hold our noble Tsar responsible. Could it be that the Palace is waiting for the inappropriate beatification of an evil man to come to an end, before his superior is publicly denounced for overstepping his authority and bringing us to the edge of war? Or is there some other reason we have not heard? Is it that the Tsar has made his decision and even enacted his justice, but the press, wallowing in their folly, have been judged unworthy to know?
News report, Russia today, Monday Dec 31st Tsarevna on surprise official visit Numerous events on the royal appointment calendar of our beloved Tsarevna have been removed in the next two weeks. When asked if the people should be praying for her, a palace spokesman stated that she has accepted an invitation to Atlantis to attend their crown prince''s wedding, and that indeed, she had already arrived in Atlantis, so as not to miss the happy event. The palace spokesman was unable to give more details for the royal wedding. The Mer embassy reported that the future bride of the Mer prince was none other than the daughter of the ambassador here. As is normal amongst Mer, the wedding has long been in the thoughts of the happy couple, but as there is very little preparation needed for a Mer wedding, the timing mainly relies upon the availability of wedding guests. The father of the bride will be flown to Atlantis for the wedding on one of their marvelous ''albatross'' class spaceships, or ''guillemot'' class space-submarines. The closely related vehicles are both powered by the Mer''s recently-invented antigravity drive, and according to the embassy are fully capable of interplanetary travel or a short hop from one point on Earth to another at Mach 8 or above. When asked how antigravity enabled you to accelerate in any direction you chose, the embassy staff said they were unable to comment, both because they didn''t know and because of the potential military uses of the technology meant it was a secret.
News report, International News, Monday Dec 31st How long does it take to arrange a Royal Wedding? Tourists to Atlantis can expect increased security over the next few days, not because of the annual New Year''s celebration, but because a number of heads of state and other royal figures will be arriving in the underwater city, and probably playing tourist themselves. The first arrival was Tsarevna (Princess) Svetlana of Russia, who has been rumoured to privately disapprove of her father''s heavy-handed approach to international diplomacy. Later today, Prince Albert and Princess Eliza will arrive for their first sight of the city''s fairytale towers, and other royal figures will be arriving in the next few days. The wedding itself, however, despite the fairytale setting, and royal visitors will be not be a thing of great pageantry. As wedding traditions on land have got more complicated over the centuries, so weddings on Atlantis have been stripped of all unnecessary ornamentation. The bride and groom are expected to wear traditional Mer ''scale'', and after a short sermon will take vows that they have written themselves in front of all the witnesses that manage to get there on time. At some point during the party that follows they will depart without much fanfare to begin their life together, and the party will continue until the food is gone or people decide to leave anyway. The exact date and time have still not been set, in order to allow various people on the invitation list to arrive. This is also a Mer tradition. So, any day now, there''s going to be a royal wedding in Atlantis. We understand that there''ll be at least a hour''s notice, maybe three. Presumably Queen Karella, probably the most powerful ruler in the Solar System, knows in a little more detail that the rest of us, as she will be personally cooking for her son''s wedding guests. It''s not, however, unusual for others to also bring some food.
News Report, New Republican Post, Dec 31st What did we do wrong? Dear readers, your intrepid reporters are currently scratching their heads and wondering what we said this time. A mermaid has just knocked on the office door, handed us an invitation to Atlantis and said ''You are coming, aren''t you? Be at the jetty at nine tonight.'' Did you know they''ve got a crown prince? He hasn''t been in the news much. Much? At all, as far as we can see. So, did you know he had a long-standing girlfriend? Join the club. His mother thought he probably did, but her father thought that the reason she was crying two years ago was they''d broken up. But no, it was much more complex that that, involving an oath not to plan their next date. So, after not managing to bump into each other for two years ¡ª how? Atlantis isn''t that big ¡ª they''ve finally met, and absence has obviously made their hearts grow fonder or something, because by the evening of their meeting they were engaged. The exact wedding date is ''sometime this week''. How does this get us invited to their wedding? We''ve no idea, but apparently we''re going to be rubbing shoulders with Mer-warriors armed to the teeth and assorted royalty from around the world. We did ask if we were allowed to poke fun at people in Atlantis. The mermaid immediately asked, ''Since the pen is mightier than the sword and the sword just a big knife, does that mean I can poke my knife at you?'' So, there you have it; their minds are sharp, their knives are lethal, and we''re risking our skins if we upset people too much. Of course we''re going, it should be fun. Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 4: Meeting point

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 4:Meeting point

Atlantis two, invitees-only zone, 10pm, 31st December 2277 ¡°Hi, Catherine, Dan,¡± princess Eliza said, ¡°Glad you could make it.¡± ¡°Nice to see you, your highness, did you have anything to do with our invitation?¡± Catherine asked. ¡°Not me, Albert just read you were coming. Maybe Deborah wants to talk constitutions some more.¡± She crouched down and greeted their three year old, ¡°And you''re called Caroline, is that right? I''m called Eliza.¡± Caroline nodded, and hid in her mother''s skirts. ¡°Did you know, I''ve got a little boy who''s called Matthew and who''s a tiny bit bigger than you are? He''s asleep at the moment, but maybe tomorrow you could play with him. Would you like that?¡± Caroline nodded. Eliza stood up and said to Catherine, ¡°If we''re going to arrange their marriage we might as well introduce them early, don''t you think?¡± ¡°I wasn''t actually aware we were going to,¡± Catherine said, ¡°and I''m not sure how it''ll sit with our readership.¡± ¡°Don''t worry,¡± Eliza said, ¡°there''s plenty of time.¡± ¡°The problem when some people make jokes,¡± Dan said smiling, ¡°is you don''t always know when they''re serious.¡± ¡°I''m very serious about them playing together. I''m also serious about suggesting you talk to the C.A.T. They''re working on an advice pack for parents in your situation.¡± ¡°We''d suspected,¡± Catherine said, looking down at her thought-hearing daughter, ¡°but we didn''t think it was possible.¡± ¡°It''s never too early to educate yourselves, and the C.A.T. is there to help. Please tell them an unlisted member sent you if they ask how you heard about the pack. That ought to make sure they don''t ask more questions.¡± ¡°An unlisted member?¡± Dan asked. ¡°Surprise surprise, a percentage of the members don''t appear on the membership roster, or turn up to annual general meetings. Sarah! Lovely to see you made it!¡± ¡°You''re looking well, Eliza. It''s nice to be here, except I''m starting to get a headache.¡± Sarah replied ¡°Can I give you sleepy-head here? I think John could use some help with the bags.¡± ¡°Of course! You''ve been doing some growing, haven''t you, Maggie?¡± [{Recognition. Happyness}] Eliza heard from the baby, as she kissed her. [{care, happiness}] Eliza sent back. ¡°Have you met Dan and Catherine? They''re officially reporters but they do a side-line in constitutional advice.¡± ¡°Oh? If I''d known you had some independent constitutional experts around, I might have forgiven them their profession and been slightly tempted to ask Karella to bring them along last time I was here. But never mind. It seems to be working out OK, doesn''t it?¡± ¡°I think so. Number of domes cracked so far is zero.¡± ¡°And long may it remain so. Anyway, I''ll go help John.¡± Seeing Sarah vanish back the way she''d come, Catherine asked, ¡°Do we presume that was your cousin Sarah?¡± ¡°It was, yes.¡± ¡°As in Gemsmith and setting up the C.A.T?¡± Dan asked, suddenly realising why Sarah had looked familiar. ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°I see an interview opportunity,¡± Dan said. ¡°Maggie Williams, as heir of the Gemsmith fortune, what do you think of the principles behind a servant monarchy?¡± Maggie Williams, aged about 3 months looked at the man who was trying to be funny, and tried to grab his nose. Not having much hand-eye coordination yet, she missed, and resorted to smiling. ¡°Well, there you have it, Dan.¡± Catherine said, ¡°She either thinks they''re good, or you''re funny.¡± ¡°I think a better person for your question might be her Imperial Highness.¡± Eliza said, spotting Svetlana walking past. ¡°Tsarevna, allow me to introduce a brother and sister in Christ. Dan and Catherine are reporters at a little newspaper called the ''New Republican Post''.¡± Svetlana looked at them curiously, ¡°Republicans? My father would probably label you as trouble-makers. I assume you have a more tolerant attitude, Highness?¡± ¡°Yes, Although I think if you push them you''ll find they are not Republican in the strictest sense of the word, any more than we are a monarchy in the Russian sense, either. Albert has been reading their paper since before I met him. They are honest people, and humorously disrespectful when they see things going wrong.¡± ¡°Ah, now things going wrong is what brings me wandering around unaccompanied. I don''t suppose you have seen Olga, have you?¡± ¡°Your lady-in-waiting? No.¡± ¡°Or my father''s ambassador?¡± ¡°Sorry.¡± ¡°My imperial father would not be impressed. Olga went for a walk with the ambassador''s fianc¨¦e and has not returned, I am not supposed to walk about without her, such a thing not being seemly, but I was supposed to meet his excellency for a discussion half an hour ago.¡± ¡°Well, for sake of avoiding unseemly behaviour you are welcome to wait with me. I expect it has become a case of everyone looking for everyone else. You have no wrist unit?¡± ¡°Father will not allow it. He says they are too easily infiltrated.¡± Eliza nodded, ¡°I know the problem. Does Olga?¡± ¡°Yes. Unfortunately I have never needed to know her number. You have a baby as well as your son?¡± ¡°No, I''m just holding her for my third cousin. She and her husband have just arrived.¡± ¡°Oh, and they are finding their accommodation?¡± ¡°I presume so, And their luggage.¡±
Luggage collection area, Atlantis two. ¡°John, I''ve left Maggie with Eliza,¡± Sarah said, ¡°But it''s too crowded out there for me not to be hiding my thoughts.¡± ¡°Which Maggie doesn''t think much of,¡± John added. ¡°Exactly.¡± ¡°You''re not stuck?¡± ¡°No, just to you.¡± ¡°Well I won''t object to help with the bags,¡± John said. ¡°I didn''t think you would,¡± she smiled. ¡°Oh, Eliza is looking very well.¡± ¡°As in, you''re making guesses that she''s expecting?¡± ¡°Yes.¡±
Atlantis two invitees-only zone, 10.20pm, 31st December 2277 ¡°Sorry that took so long, Eliza.¡± Sarah said. ¡°Someone''s body-guard had brought a gun, which held up everything.¡± ¡°No guns on Atlantis,¡± Eliza said, ¡°didn''t they read the invitation?¡± ¡°Apparently not,¡± John said. ¡°Anyway, Sarah and John Williams, let me introduce Her Imperial Highness, the Tsarevna of Russia. Tsarevna, Sarah is my third cousin and the woman we can thank for setting up the Association of Truthsayers.¡± ¡°Ah, you are heiress who values truth over corrupt power? I am pleased to meet you. Sadly we have not many truthsayers in Russia.¡± ¡°I must say that is something that has surprised me,¡± Sarah said. ¡°You are strict against all forms of corruption. In Russia, if we arrested all the judges who have accepted a bribe, there would be very few judges left to try the cases.¡± ¡°And if you issued an amnesty but said no more?¡± Catherine asked. ¡°The corrupt judges would bribe the corrupt police not to arrest them.¡± ¡°And the honest policemen?¡± Catherine asked. ¡°Are hard to find, as well.¡± ¡°Your father has a problem,¡± Sarah summarised. ¡°My grandfather made a start;¡± the Tsarevna said, stretching her English, ¡°they who had a direct connection to him and were found to be be corrupt, to be making use of their connection for personal gain, they died. My imperial father has widened the edict: now, those who try to make use of a connection to someone with a direct connection to my imperial father also die. If it were possible to stop people using connections... Perhaps Russia would fall apart, I don''t know.¡± ¡°When you say using their connections,¡± Sarah asked, ¡°Do you just mean in terms of money, or other forms of gain? I think I gain from my connection to my cousin, in that my ideas are heard. But I try not to be selfish in this.¡± ¡°I think I want my connections to help me find a translator. For example Olga, my lady-in-waiting, who I did not wait for, or my father''s ambassador.¡± This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Sarah smiled, ¡°I will use my connections to help you, your Highness. I think this is not corruption.¡± She''d spotted a familiar face in the crowd, and waved [Rhianna, can I borrow you?] she called mentally. [Hi, Sarah!] Rhianna waved back, [want me to come over?] [Please.] ¡°Your Imperial Highness, let me introduce to you Rhianna Quy, who hopefully knows lots and lots of people here in Atlantis, having been here most of the summer. Rhi, the Tsarevna has lost her lady-in-waiting and the ambassador of Russia, and would like to have a translator. By any chance do you know any Russian-speakers, or where the Russian ambassador might be, or similar solutions?¡± ¡°Your highness,¡± Rhianna curtseyed, ¡°do you know which way your lady-in-waiting went?¡± ¡°She went for a walk with the ambassador''s fianc¨¦e. Does ''Turnbull ring'' mean anything to you?¡± ¡°Certainly, it''s a huge structure, part of Atlantis'' engines. Unfortunately it doesn''t help me find her very quickly. It''s at least a kilometer into Atlantis.¡± ¡°And Olga''s probably not there, anyway.¡± Sarah said, ¡°I expect she is now wandering around looking for you, Tsarevna.¡± ¡°Probably,¡± Svetlana agreed. ¡°So, we''re back looking for a Russian speaker,¡± Rhi said, ¡°or someone who knows the Russian ambassador''s wrist unit number.¡± Svetlana blushed, and fished a piece of paper out of her pocket ¡°I do not know Olga''s wrist unit number, but I have the ambassador''s.¡± [Sarah,] John thought. [Olga has got herself lost, and is trying not to look it because she thinks this is a normal city where lost people are prey.] [How crowded is it where she is? Oh, you won''t have seen, will you?] [No.] Sarah looked while Svetlana borrowed Rhi''s wrist unit. Olga was really lost, in an almost-deserted part of the city''s old quarter. Sarah looked for the next English-speaking Christian thought-hearer Olga would pass, and found his name ¡ª Xavier. [Xavier, sorry for scaring you. I have the gift, and there is a young woman, Olga, about to pass you. Please help her find Atlantis-two, she has got totally lost. Tell her the Tsarevna is in the invitees-only zone.] [What''s a Tsarevna?] [You can ask Olga that, here she is.] ¡°Are you Olga?¡± Xavier asked, ¡°Someone with the gift just scared me out of my mind to tell you the Tsarevna, whatever that is, is in the invitees-only zone, and asked me to help you get to Atlantis two.¡± ¡°Why should I trust you?¡± Olga asked, suspiciously. ¡°Gifted lady? Why should she trust me?¡± Xavier asked aloud. [Suspicious isn''t she? Tell her you''re a Christian, she''s a Christian, and that the problem with demonstrating my gift is it depends on her knowing you can''t listen to her thoughts without touching. Oh, and she went for a walk with the ambassador''s fianc¨¦e.] Xavier repeated that. ¡°Can the lady see the Tsarevna''s jewelery?¡± Olga asked. ¡°The Tsarevna''s a woman?¡± Xavier asked. [Yes. Real ruby ring, real diamonds in her ear-rings, and a big fake diamond round her neck. Doesn''t she think anyone will notice? Why mix real and fake?] [You want me to insult her friend?] Xavier asked. [Just repeat it,] Sarah said. He did, adding that he was just repeating verbatim. ¡°The original is safe at home,¡± Olga replied, smiling. ¡°OK, I trust you.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Xavier asked. ¡°Someone who does not want to be held responsible for a message he thinks might offend probably is not making things up.¡± ¡°You must live somewhere scary,¡± Xavier said. ¡°Here, we try to keep the dangerous sharks outside.¡±
Atlantis, 11.45pm, Dec 31st ¡°Before we begin this celebration to thank God for another year of survival,¡± Karella said (in Mer, with Jake interpreting to English and other interpreters working hard to address their small crowds) ¡°I want to thank everyone who''s willingly turned their lives upside down to help us make it this far through this time of great change. I want to thank the ambassadors who have gone out from us and the ambassadors who''ve come to us, and the unofficial ambassadors who have pleaded our case before kings, governments, newspapers and the general public. I want to thank those who risked their lives helping remind the world we keep our promises, over in the Beautiful Peninsula, and those who daily risk their lives making safe the bombs our ancestors left for the day we were discovered. We don''t know if those bombs have helped us, we probably never will, but they have surely given us something that keeps governments talking to us. I also want to thank my little brother for his work on the flying fish adaptation that has been so useful in bring our guests here, and Boris Gravitymaster for giving us access to space on our terms, not to mention cheaper submarines. I thank everyone involved in building Atlantis-2 and Atlantis-H. And of course, I really want to thank our marvelous artificers who actually create this technology for us. ¡°Recently, we found that a peace-knife still exists in the hands of a land-woman. At its time, the peace knife was the highest of technologies ¡ª a knife as strong as steel that held its edge and would not rust or break. We gave them to the heirs of friendly nations, to people who had sworn an oath of friendship towards our people, that they would work for peace throughout their lives, because even back then, we loved playing in the waves more than going to war.¡± A ripple of laughter greeted this, which made it harder for the interpreters. ¡°What we forgot to get them to swear was that they''d only pass it on to someone else who swore a similar oath, or that it would come back to us after their death. Some of our peace knives caused great deal of trouble in their time. We won''t make that mistake again. And, of course, the time for peace knives is over. However, we do have a technology far ahead of the landfolk, which we believe they would prize. We have the fastest submarines on the planet, but really, unless you''re trying to stay hidden, or visit the wonders of the ocean deep that only a few land-folk have seen with their own eyes, you don''t need a submarine. In terms of transport the peace-loving heir to a throne might want something where they can go faster than sound, much faster if they can, in order to spread the message of peace and still be back home for their civic duties. Perhaps even something that can take a trip to Mars or the outer solar system. Something, in fact, like a fusion powered anti-gravity drive. Of course, lending that technology to people brings risks. Risks of investigation, reverse engineering and abuse. So, when we give such submarines on a life-long lease, we do so with the proviso that we will retain the ability to order the submarine home to Atlantis or if we feel that is too slow or the secrets the submarine represents are about to fall into the hands of others, to trigger the self destruct. So, just as we will have to trust the people we give these submarines to with secrets that could play a terrible part in the most devastating war of history, they will have to trust us. The Council will, of course, take a great oath never to trigger the self destruct for any other reason than to those I have given, nor to order a submarine back here when it is being used for peaceful purposes. I anticipate this will be irrelevant for those who will never trust us, but nevertheless it shall be sworn, perhaps it will reassure the parents of those who receive a submarine. The age of peace-knives has passed, in the coming year we will enter the age of peace-submarines. Use them for peace and as a reward for choosing peace, sons and daughters of kings and queens who will inherit their thrones. Use them to travel, to improve existing friendships, to make new ones, and to expand your horizons. This universe that God has made is beautiful, learn to appreciate it, and even more, I urge you to learn to love the creator and not just his creation. ¡°Some of our royal guests are probably wondering if you will be eligible for a peace submarine. The criteria might change but at the moment they are as follows: you must be the undisputed heir to the throne; you must be free from the stigma of oath-breaking; you must be free to swear the oath we will require of you; you must be supported by your ruling relative''s oath that no attempt will be made to investigate the submarine or use it for any military purpose including reconnaissance; you must have witnesses that you have been advocating for peace for the previous five years; you must have witnesses that you play an active involvement in the affairs of your country ¡ª throwing parties does not count; there must be friendly diplomatic relations between your country and Atlantis; your country must be either a member of the security council of the United Nations, or have been a member during the past five years and demonstrated restraint and consideration of the sovereignty of other nations; alternatively you my qualify if your country is in a troubled part of the world and has been a regional example of peace and stability for the past fifteen years; basic civil rights in your country must be respected, irrespective of contacts or wealth; and finally, efforts to reduce corruption must be in place and taking effect or already effective and regularly reviewed. I acknowledge that some of these are a little imprecise; In all cases, the High Council of Atlantis will have the final say.¡± [Well, Deborah,] Eliza thought, [I guess you''ve just qualified for a submarine-spaceship.] [Nothing was said about curious husbands, I notice.] [Most heirs to the throne do not have a husband who''s a forcefield designer, my friend. Has Karella spoken to you, or was this a surprise?] [Not a great surprise. I had wondered how a submarine would be useful from my land-locked home. I wonder how long their list is.] [Actually not very. You know who''s going to be really upset, don''t you?] [Israel?] [I hadn''t thought of them. Not being a monarchy does rather exclude them. No, I was thinking of the permanent member of the security council who''ve just had another report saying corruption is on the rise.] [Oh, yes! Do you think the Federal Kingdom will squeal?] [Probably not. They miss out on several counts, actually ¡ª technically since their king hasn''t decided which of his sons will inherit they don''t have an undisputed heir, and there''s support to get his daughter re-instated, too. She won''t get one since she''s publicly saying she''ll soon be divorcing her second husband.] [Sad.] [Very.] [Any difference between the two sons?] Deborah asked. [Yes. The eldest is a womanizer with a long string of illegitimate children, and a doctorate in international relations, and the youngest is extremely conservative, in the sense of there''s a whole long list of things he doesn''t approve of and thinks that makes him a Christian. He blames going to university for his brother''s behaviour and so resolutely hasn''t gone. He''s so na?ve I can really imagine him with a grand-vizier type person manipulating him behind the scenes. That''s why there''s the ''reinstate the princess'' movement. Eldest son got the brains, youngest son got morals, and the daughter got a bit of both, and a whole heap of arrogance which is why she married the first guy against everyone''s advice.] [This doesn''t count as gossip, does it?] Deborah asked. [I hope it counts as educating a friend about the political landscape her forthcoming visit is going to land her in.] [I could always cancel it.] [No, don''t. They''re an important nation. And the king is a good man. Just...] [Shame about his kids?] [Well, yes. I assume you''re going to meet the daughter. If you get a moment with her alone, tell her she''s making a big mistake.] [About the divorce?] [Yes. You may tell her someone with the gift told you. The assumption she has made is incorrect. She probably won''t listen, but it''s worth a try.] [And you''re not going to tell me more?] [That would be gossip.]
Atlantis, 1am, 1st Jan 2278 It hadn''t been the sort of party that Olga would have expected. She felt it was distinctly odd, in fact. The programme had started with the singing of an ancient hymn, followed by a prayer and a modern chorus, then a group dance, another hymn, then a pairs dance, and so on. But it had been good, very good. Xavier had been a good dancer, and had a good singing voice, too. ¡°So, you have an admirer?¡± the Tsarevna asked. ¡°He was just being sociable,¡± Olga said, dismissively. ¡°You think he has no friends or family he''d have been with otherwise?¡± ¡°He comes from a big family,¡± Olga said. ¡°And I presume you''ve got his address?¡± Olga blushed, ¡°yes.¡± ¡°Good,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Did I notice you dancing with someone I don''t recognise?¡± ¡°Probably,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Unless you recognise the youngest prince of the Helvetic Confederation.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°He was here playing tourist with some other students from his university Christian union. He''s studying Russian.¡± ¡°Oh is he? And he''s a Christian?¡± ¡°Yes. Mikhail''s fianc¨¦e introduced me to him, and told me who he was.¡± ¡°And you''ve got his contact details?¡± Olga asked. ¡°Not yet. But it just so happens that Prince Rudolph of Switzerland will be a taking part in an exchange programme at the Imperial University in September, taking beginner-level classes in economics.¡± ¡°Isn''t that what you are planning to study?¡± ¡°It is, yes.¡± ¡°Why is he taking beginner-level?¡± ¡°Language skills and different topics covered in different years. That''s one of the reasons the exchange programme actually works. Second year students get to hear stuff they''ve already covered to help get their ears in tune, and then get taught about stuff their colleagues will be learning at home, and vice-versa. There''s a bit of catch-up to do when they get home, but not much.¡± ¡°Sounds like you had a good discussion about that.¡± ¡°Mostly he talked, I listened.¡± ¡°Does he know he''s going to be sitting next to you in class, metaphorically speaking?¡± ¡°No. He doesn''t even know I''m going to be at the university. I plan to drop that little surprise on him once I get the confirmation. But he did ask if it might be possible to meet when he''s in St Petersburg.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°I said that I expected my Imperial Father might start jumping to conclusions if he visited the palace too often, but it would be very odd if he didn''t formally pay his respects soon after arriving, as visiting royalty should.¡± ¡°How did he reply to that?¡± ¡°He said he''d forgotten that bit of protocol, but he''d been more thinking of less formal settings. I didn''t comment on that either.¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 5: Questions

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 5:Questions

Great hall of Atlantis, Thursday 3rd Jan After Jake and Karella had exchanged vows, the food was brought out and the security cleared guests mingled, and ate finger-food. Svetlana found herself next to Catherine. ¡°Catherine, have you had a good visit?¡± ¡°Very good. Did you know that there''s a academy here, full of political philosophers?¡± ¡°I never thought philosophy paid well.¡± Svetlana commented, ¡°How do they eat?¡± ¡°Oh, it''s their hobby, but they do give advice to the council. Most of it contradictory, of course, since they love arguing.¡± ¡°Hmm. I''m not sure that sounds very useful.¡± ¡°Oh, I think it is, because by arguing with each other''s points, they help council to not overlook things.¡± ¡°And then the council passes on their findings to Queen Karella, I presume?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Catherine agreed. ¡°In one meeting I was in I''m fairly sure I heard your title and name mentioned, your highness, but it was in Mer and they wouldn''t tell me what that was about.¡± ¡°That bit was discrete of them, at least,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Do you have any idea what they might have been talking about?¡± ¡°Are you merely being a curious constitutional trouble-maker, or are you being a reporter?¡± ¡°Ah. Sorry if I have given offense, your Highness.¡± ¡°If you faithfully promise to not print anything identifying me, I''ll ask you this: how do you stamp out bribery when everyone thinks it''s the only way to get things done?¡± ¡°What about legalizing it and taxing it out of existence?¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± Svetlana was shocked. ¡°It''s an idea I had some years back. Bribes are income. Income should be taxed. For legitimate gifts like birthday or wedding presents people need to give a declaration to that effect, say to be submitted within two weeks or something like that. You could have exceptions if you like, for certain categories of people, like beggars, church workers and missionaries who live from donations, maybe waiters and waitresses too, or just consider it as part of their income. Make people declare it when they receive it, and tax it, and let the givers also declare it for some kind of rebate, either on the basis of a receipt or a sworn testimony. It''ll give you a lot of bureaucratic hassle, but I guess you''ve got the bureaucrats already. By legalising it you let it all be done electronically too. Make that so much simpler that everyone does it that way. Then also, make it hard to get high value currency, or even any.¡± ¡°You are a trouble maker, aren''t you?¡± Svetlana said, smiling. ¡°How does this help get rid of it?¡± ¡°You allow people to pay thank-yous for good service, but you also have a list of people who might be not doing their job properly. You punish them in the normal way, and tax evaders, of course. And you tax it just as though it''s normal income, but give rebates at the basic rate of pay. Then you can afford the bureaucracy, and you''re popular with the common people, at least, I assume they''re the ones paying. Slowly you increase the tax rates, say half a percent extra a year.¡± ¡°If there are refunds, then people will think they can ask for more.¡± ¡°Ooops, I forgot. You allow people to back-date their claims five years. Not at the full rate, of course. It won''t be a hundred percent accurate, but you tell the bribe-takers that if there''s clear evidence that they''re demanding more, then you''ll hit them with a full audit of their tax affairs, as far back as they''ve been working. Make it clear that this is a way to slowly wean people off giving or receiving bribes.¡± ¡°Have you discussed this with any economists, political philosophers, and so on?¡± ¡°No, your highness.¡± ¡°Olga,¡± Svetlana said, turning to her lady in waiting, ¡°Please exchange contact details with Catherine, and translate. I find your radical approach intriguing, Catherine, and would encourage you to publish a paper on it somewhere appropriate. Maybe get the opinion of the academy here, and publish that alongside it, or actually, if they record the proceedings somehow, perhaps they would like to make those available to the wider academic world? If no one will publish it in the West, I could encourage its publication in Russia.¡± Once Olga had translated, Catherine couldn''t resist asking ¡°You do not feel there is irony in applying royal pressure to ensure a paper on corruption is published?¡± ¡°Of course, but I am offering, you are not asking, and I want your idea discussed. We are talking of bribery not corruption in general. If Olga used her influence with me for personal gain, that is something that has been punishable by death since before I was born. Of course, the same goes for you, now. You may bring to me matters that cause you concern, but you may not accept any reward for doing so.¡± ¡°You are saying I am now deemed to have influence at the Imperial Court of Russia?¡± ¡°Certainly. We have been introduced, have had a conversation, I remember you. You may make fun of that in your newspaper if you wish, but it is a legal definition.¡± ¡°And making fun of it to sell papers doesn''t count as making use of it for personal gain?¡± ¡°No,¡± Olga explained, ¡°but accepting a bribe or other direct or indirect benefit in order to ask her Imperial Highness to help with something would. But you will not do anything like that, I think?¡± ¡°Certainly not!¡± ¡°Well then,¡± the Tsarevna said, ¡°let''s stay friends and stay in contact, OK?¡± ¡°Of course, Tsarevna,¡± Catherine said, wondering how to explain that to her readers.
Russian embassy to Atlantis, Friday 4th Jan 2278 ¡°Yelena?¡± Mikhail said as breakfast drew to a close, ¡°Can we talk?¡± ¡°Isn''t that what we''ve been doing?¡± ¡°I meant the two of us,¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Yelena said. Once in Mikhail''s office, he asked ¡°Prince Rudolph of Switzerland, what do you know about him?¡± ¡°He''s learning Russian. I met him a couple of days before New Year. Why?¡± ¡°Have you checked up on him at all? Olga is wondering, he seems interested in the Tsarevna. She thinks its mutual, but was concerned that he wasn''t just after her because of her status, or something.¡± ¡°You want me to ask or investigate?¡± ¡°I would be very happy if you could discover, today or tomorrow, if he''s genuine, if he''s left a string of broken hearted girls behind him, or anything like that.¡± ¡°Is there something special about the day after tomorrow?¡± ¡°Yes, it''s Eastern Christmas eve.¡± ¡°That''s true.¡± ¡°And I''m hoping you''ll agree to us exchanging vows.¡± ¡°On Christmas eve?¡± Yelena asked, ¡°That won''t work, will it?¡± ¡°It won''t?¡± Mikhail was surprised. ¡°Of course not. Some of your soldiers, not to mention superiors, will be really offended at the idea of a wedding on a fast day.¡± ¡°Why didn''t I think of that? Sorry.¡± ¡°Our parents are here until the evening of the eighth. Let''s take our vows that day.¡± ¡°You are beautiful and intelligent and I love you.¡± ¡°You''re biased, and I love you too. Let''s get married!¡± Yelena replied. ¡°How about on Tuesday?¡± Mikhail suggested. ¡°If you could inform parents, the Tsarevna, etc., I''ll find out about young prince Rudolph.¡±
Russian embassy to Atlantis, midday, Friday 4th Jan 2278 Yelena looked up from her computer as Mikhail entered the room, ¡°I have a result for you.¡± ¡°Prince Rudolph?¡± ¡°Yes. Considerable concern among some people at home why he''s not shown any signs of looking like he''s got girlfriend yet, mild concern why he''s going to corrupt Russia to learn economics. He''s not short of money, and he''s been active in his Church, and immediately joined the Christian union at University. The trip to Atlantis was the result of a poetry competition the ambassador there ran. A girl in his Bible-study won and she had to choose five others to go too. She chose two other girls, her boyfriend, Rudolph and another lad. Possibly an attempt at matchmaking, since she already had a boyfriend, or maybe she brought him hoping they''d get preferential treatment. I''ll happily chat to her if you like.¡± ¡°How''ll you find her?¡± ¡°I have an address, I have a map.¡± ¡°Ah! Cunning! Are any of the others in the exchange programme?¡± Yelena checked, four of them were. ¡°Actually, yes, four of the six.¡± ¡°So, since we''ve got space at the table now that Yuri''s gone, you have my permission to invite the six of them to the embassy, if you like. We even have an excuse.¡± Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. ¡°To talk about the university?¡± Yelena asked. ¡°Or St Petersburg.¡±
Russian Embassy, Atlantis, 5pm Friday 4th Jan. ¡°You''ve done what?¡± the Tsarevna asked in a calm but displeased tone. ¡°I''ve asked the four future exchange students from the Helvetic Confederation, who''ll be studying at the University Yelena and I went to, to come with any questions they might have. And since they''re here as a party of six, I invited their other two friends too.¡± ¡°So this is nothing at all to do with me spending half the morning exploring Atlantis with prince Rudolph?¡± Svetlana asked, suspiciously. ¡°Did you?¡± Mikhail asked, ¡°I thought you were having flying lessons.¡± ¡°That was the other half. You didn''t know?¡± ¡°Ah. I''ve had no instructions to keep you under observation, your Imperial Highness. I do have a standing order to promote our culture and win friends, and I did ask Yelena to check up on him because Olga thought that you might have assumed she would have done so before introducing you.¡± Svetlana processed that, ¡°She didn''t?¡± ¡°Not really. On the device that looks like her wrist unit, she has a special little program that takes pictures of people and identifies them.¡± ¡°Ah. Specialist hardware?¡± ¡°Very, from what she''s told me. At least partly her own design. So, anyway, he overheard her giving a Russian lesson to some Mer and introduced himself as Rudolph whatever his family name is and while her wrist unit was playing spot the face, she asked him if he was such a shame to his father that he gave no patronymic.¡± ¡°Did he understand?¡± ¡°Yes, apparently. Or at least he understood she was rebuking him for not using it, and he corrected himself. By then she knew who he was, and probably found out some more from him in person. That was just before she introduced you.¡± ¡°He was surprised she knew he was royalty.¡± ¡°Now you know,¡± ¡°And now she''s checked on him?¡± ¡°Yes. She found nothing of concern. Three of his friends are coming to the Imperial University.¡± ¡°One is his body-guard,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°And Olga seems forgetful she''s supposed to be mine, and my chaperone.¡± ¡°Should I speak to her, Highness?¡± ¡°I do not especially feel the need for either function, but...¡± ¡°It is not particularly appropriate for you to spend time with a young man unaccompanied, Tsarevna. I will speak to her.¡± ¡°I was going to say, Mikhail, that she seems more in need than I. The merman named Xavier seems most taken with her.¡± ¡°I understand that Merfolk typically grab first and apply logic later. That''s one reason they have a long period of going out together, to assess if it was really a good idea to start. I''m not sure I approve, but I''m told it is a cultural thing; if you''re interested, you start walking together. She should avoid saying anything about ''walking with me'' without a destination, or he''ll think she''s claiming him as a boyfriend ¡ª either can ask.¡± ¡°Uh oh ¡°, Svetlana said ¡°So being lost, and wanting the reassurance of company, she might have asked that the first day.¡± ¡°I will certainly speak with her, Tsarevna. And if necessary with him also.¡± ¡°Thank you, Mr Ambassador.¡± ¡°I presume your flying lessons remain a secret?¡± ¡°Yes. Life is complicated enough as it is.¡± ¡°Your highness?¡± Mikhail asked, wondering she meant by that. ¡°Sorry, it''s just Rudolph. At the New Year party he asked if we could meet informally when he gets to St Petersburg. Today he said something like ''we''d better not spend much more time together or people will get the wrong impression.''¡± ¡°He might have said that seeking some confirmation of your feelings.¡± ¡°He then carried on and said ''Especially with me coming to St Petersburg, we wouldn''t want anyone to think we''re getting romantically involved, when we''re not.''¡± ¡°You feel that you are?¡± ¡°I thought I was, and I thought he was.¡± ¡°Maybe he is totally inexperienced in understanding his heart, your highness, or is telling you he''s scared. Yelena found he had never shown any signs of looking for a girlfriend.¡± ¡°Scared?¡± ¡°Scared of causing an international incident, perhaps, aware how easily he might offend you and through you your father. The Helvetic Confederation are a small country with a very egalitarian society ¡ª they still have popular votes on policy matters. He is probably very uncomfortable with titles.¡± ¡°He is.¡± ¡°So, when he fails to use yours, it is probably more a case of forgetfulness than intimacy.¡± ¡°So I might have been misinterpreting his egalitarian tendencies for something else?¡± ¡°I would consider that possible, your Highness. Or, as I say, perhaps he does not know his own heart.¡± ¡°I think I need to know before I leave this place,¡± Svetlana said, thoughtfully.
Embassy of the Restored Kingdom, Atlantis. 6pm, Friday 4th Jan, 2278 ¡°I have an idea,¡± Prince Albert said. ¡°Believe me, your highness, I''m interested,¡± Sue said, trying not to yawn; it had been a long, tiring day. ¡°We''ve been trying to polish these pages and pages of detail, to cover everything, but the intention of all this is to say we''re allies, we''ll talk things through and we won''t assume the worst, isn''t it?¡± ¡°Well, yes.¡± ¡°So, I''m really sorry for suggesting this after all the work that''s gone into this, but... how about we just sign a treaty saying that, add the stuff you''ve got about trade and so on, and some clauses about what processes we''ll go through if there''s some irreconcilable differences developing?¡± ¡°Urm. Isn''t that what we did?¡± Lara asked. ¡°I think we got carried away, beloved,¡± Harry said, ¡°when we were describing what allies might and might not do.¡± ¡°You mean, we keep the conflict resolution stuff, but leave the allies stuff to common sense?¡± Lara asked. ¡°What do you think, Amos?¡± Albert asked. ¡°I think we can do something similar to the conflict resolution stuff, too. Sorry, Lara.¡± ¡°Don''t be. Can I summarise what we''ve got at the moment?¡± Lara asked, ¡°''We will seek to resolve disputes ourselves, if that is not possible, we will go through a neutral mediator, if we cannot resolve them and cannot agree to disagree, then....'' Sorry, we didn''t actually get to that case.¡± ¡°Then we will dissolve this treaty amicably, and as part of that dissolution a state of peace will be agreed to for a period of no less than two years,¡± Albert suggested. ¡°What''s that two years for?¡± Amos asked. ¡°Failing anything else, fitting Atlantis with enough antigravity devices to fly it to Mars, say. But really, I''m thinking it''s to make sure that there''s enough time to reconsider, realise what''s been lost, and so on, but not so much that anyone is ever so upset they say they won''t wait that long, and breaks the treaty.¡± ¡°In which case, what?¡± Amos said. ¡°They''re a dangerous shark, of course.¡± Lara said, surprised at his question. ¡°In which case,¡± Eliza said, ¡°they either deserve what''s coming for being terminally stupid, or know what''s coming and think they can hide behind the army. I hate to say this about someone who''s probably a descendent of mine, but if one of my children or grand-children or great-grandchildren starts taking after my father and treating people like so much disposable cannon fodder, I hope your people will treat them like you''d treat a dangerous shark, as an individual. So I suggest that the treaty says that treaty-breakers will be held personally accountable for their actions and decisions.¡± ¡°You want that in the treaty?¡± Amos was shocked. ¡°Amos, you don''t know what my father was like. I only know parts; my friends and my aunt have conspired to protect me. He was ignorant, and arrogant, and convinced he was one of the first thought-hearers on Earth, a superior human. He considered everyone else''s life worthless. I want what I said to be in the treaty because an absence of war between our nations is worth more than one megalomaniac''s life, no matter who''s descendent he or she is.¡± ¡°You don''t think assassinating a monarch would cause a war?¡± Sue asked. ¡°Not unless the whole government had gone mad. I suppose that''s a possibility,¡± Eliza said, grimly. ¡°But I still want it in there. Albert, ultimately it''s your decision, and Karella''s.¡±
Embassy of Russia, Atlantis, 9pm Friday, 4th Jan 2278 After noticing Rudolph gazing at her face when he thought she wasn''t looking, again, Svetlana decided it was time to find out what he was actually thinking. At a suitable lapse in the conversation, she said ¡°Rudolph, I have an idea for a game. Can we discuss it outside?¡± ¡°Urm, OK.¡± She led him onto the balcony and firmly shut the door. Atlantis didn''t really have weather, but there were fluctuations in temperature; right now, it was cool. ¡°What''s the game?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°It''s called total honesty,¡± ¡°Err,¡± Rudolph said. ¡°I say something totally honest, and then ask you a question. And then you give me the totally honest answer, make a statement if you want to, and ask a question, and so on.¡± ¡°This is a game?¡± ¡°Very good at helping communication,¡± she said. ¡°I could ask you anything?¡± ¡°I can not answer, if it is insulting, no that is the wrong word, sorry.¡± ¡°It sounds scary,¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°Do you really want to play it?¡± ¡°Yes, particularly with you,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°That was my answer. Now my statement: I have noticed you looking at me quite a lot and think you are attracted to me, but now you are scared. Do I scare you?¡± ¡°Yes. No, not you in particular; relationships, who is the right woman to date and marry. Doesn''t it scare you?¡± ¡°As an Imperial princess, fourth in line after my nephew and niece, I am a political chess-piece, to cement a treaty or ensure there will be one; I have a veto, but I am sure I will never marry a commoner. My father suggested a marriage to Jake would help there be peace between our nations, I did not know Jake, but to establish peace I argued that he should consider it, and called him selfish for wanting to marry for love. I did not know his beloved was translating for me, poor Karella. He answered very cleverly that since there could be no treaty about the wedding there could not be a wedding for three years. I wish them every happiness.¡± Rudolph stared at her in horror. ¡°Now you are more scared of me?¡± she asked. ¡°I''m scared for you. How can you live under that pressure?¡± ¡°I do not feel under pressure. I just know I will marry a prince, what I want to know is if my father thinks of you as a suitable husband, do I tell him we''ve met and you don''t like me?¡± ¡°I like you, I do not know you well enough to say more. Do you think there might be war between Russia and the Mer?¡± ¡°I do not think so. My father liked Jake''s answer. Would you like me to suggest you to my father?¡± ¡°Can''t we pretend to be normal people and get to know each other first?¡± ¡°A month ago I applied to the Imperial University, to study economics. I will dress as a normal student. As we pretend to be normal students, would you like me to tell people we met here, and became friends?¡± ¡°You''re going to be in my classes?¡± It sounded like eagerness, ¡°we''ll meet every day?¡± ¡°Almost every day. But you didn''t answer. Does that thought scare you?¡± ¡°I like the thought of being friends with you, Tsarevna Svetlana.¡± ¡°But only friends?¡± she asked. ¡°You said you are not free to marry who you choose.¡± ¡°I do not like to tell people things that are wrong. I said: I can suggest, I can veto, and the Tsar can veto. But, please, Rudolph, do you privately hope that friendship might be able to grow to love, or do you hope only for friendship, and peace, and a nice wife from your own culture? If my father asks, what do I say?¡± ¡°It is too early to say, surely? I am third in line to the throne of a small neutral kingdom. Why would your father approve of me?¡± ¡°I don''t know, maybe to make people think they will be discovered if they have a bank account full of bribes in your country? But I think you are avoiding the question, are you trying to politely say you do prefer the idea of a wife from home to a Tsar''s daughter?¡± ¡°No. I am saying I am too nervous about relationships to make a decision to go out to someone I barely know, no matter how beautiful and fascinating you are,¡± he said, feeling like he was walking a very dangerous tightrope carrying a bomb called his emotions. ¡°You think I''m beautiful and fascinating?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And scary.¡± ¡°All this talk of marriage is scary, terrifying!¡± ¡°Sorry. I needed to know. I will tell my father you are a possibility, but you would need to know me more.¡± ¡°And if she asks, I will tell my mother you are beautiful and persuaded me to talk, and I like you enough I did not climb off the balcony.¡± ¡°It''s a long way down,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°No, I mean I have climbed off a balcony before,¡± Rudolph admitted, ¡°two years ago.¡± ¡°Running away from a girl?¡± ¡°The princess of Luxembourg,¡± Rudolph admitted. ¡°I have met her,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°The rumours that say she only ate sweets, pasta and deep-fried food before her seventeenth birthday are an exaggeration. I personally witnessed her eating a slice of cucumber covered in mayonnaise once. You did not like her well-rounded figure?¡± ¡°I did not like her lack of faith, or the way the seams on her dress looked like they would soon split open from the pressure, or her declaration that since we were almost neighbours we should develop a special friendship.¡± ¡°She''s eating more healthily now,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°and losing weight, I hear.¡± ¡°That''s good for her health, at least. I''m still not interested.¡± ¡°So, how many names are there on your list of girls to get to know better?¡± ¡°You really want to know?¡± Rudolph asked, tensing up again. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Three until these last few days, now there''s four.¡± ¡°Including Anelie?¡± Svetlana asked about one of the girls in the group. ¡°Anelie is not on my list.¡± ¡°No? I had the impression she thinks she is.¡± He shook his head in denial, ¡°no; she doesn''t. Or she shouldn''t. She''s going out with my cousin. Shouldn''t we go back inside?¡± ¡°What do you think of my game?¡± ¡°You... really want to do that in there?¡± She gave a wicked laugh. ¡°Could be fun seeing people''s reactions, don''t you think?¡± ¡°I hope questions about national security get a veto.¡± ¡°Of course. Everything gets a veto, but then they can ask two questions. Thank you for not vetoing any questions.¡± ¡°It is a good game to help communications, let us see what they think.¡± Rudolph said, opening the door for her. Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 6: Goodbyes

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 6:Goodbyes

Atlantis, Wednesday Jan 5th ¡°You will stay in contact, I hope,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°I don''t have your contact details,¡± Rudolph pointed out. ¡°I don''t have contact details. Olga does though, and knows not to read mail that''s for me.¡± ¡°What you asked, last night. Was that really to tell your father?¡± ¡°I expect to tell my father at the right time. But also for me, of course.¡± ¡°You are at the top of my list, by the way.¡± ¡°That might change, and September seems a long time away,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°I forgot to ask how long your list is.¡± ¡°My personal list no longer empty. I don''t know about my father''s list for me.¡± Rudolph processed that for a while. ¡°Any chance you could visit? We have lots of mountains if you like skiing, for instance.¡± ¡°So do we. We have lots of everything. But you have your university to go to.¡± ¡°That is true,¡± Rudolph acknowledged, ¡°But there is the Easter vacation.¡± ¡°When you should be studying for exams, I expect,¡± Svetlana pointed out. ¡°And either meeting would need our parents agreement or some other reason.¡± ¡°Then I''ll pray that September comes quickly, and your father makes no other plans for you.¡± ¡°Travel safely, Rudolph.¡± ¡°You too, when you leave here.¡±
Atlantis, Wednesday Jan 8th, 10am The vows that Yelena and Mikhail took were the same ones they''d have taken in Russia, but otherwise the ceremony was a relatively simple and private event. There was just one journalist at the start ¡ª Andriy Ilyich who had arrived just in time for Jake''s wedding, and was frustrated that although he knew some heirs to thrones were learning to fly guillemot class submarines, and he''d even seen them flying around on the morning of his arrival, he hadn''t actually been able to find out who it was. Right at the end of the ceremony, a camera-man from Russia Today, red-faced with running and embarrassment, was ushered into the room. He''d arrived on time but had become hopelessly lost following the directions he''d been given from the port. Mikhail recognised him from the visa paperwork, and smiled. ¡°I think Yelena, and noble guests, once Stefan, our delayed cameraman here, has recovered his breath, it might be polite if we repeat parts of our ceremony. He''s come a long way.¡± ¡°You''re just looking for an excuse to kiss me again,¡± Yelena teased.
Atlantis, 10.30am ¡°Andriy, Stefan,¡± Olga said, ¡°Sorry to tear you away from this company, but the Tsarevna invites you to witness and indeed film her departure from Atlantis.¡± ¡°When will this be?¡± Andriy asked. ¡°As soon as I get there,¡± Olga said. ¡°I expect the party here will be continuing afterwards, but I must accompany the Tsarevna to St Petersburg.¡± She didn''t wait for their response, but turned and left. Stefan looked around and realised that during his interview with the parents of the bride and groom, queen Karella had also vanished. He quickly gathered up his camera and followed Olga. Andriy was ten steps behind him.
Submarine park, Atlantis ¡°Tsarevna, it has been a pleasure getting to know you,¡± Karella said, as soon as Olga arrived. ¡°Gizella will accompany you in case of unexpected eventualities.¡± Stefan had set his video camera running, even before they rounded the last corner, Andriy was less proficient at setting it up on the move, and so missed Olga interpreting the first few sentences. ¡°I am pleased to encourage you in your efforts towards peace and the removal of corruption in your of country. I am sure that our tiny population cannot really offer much advice to the combined brain-power of a nation as vast as yours, but if there are scholars of good standing who would be better able to assist you in this work if they had access to our archives, then please, let them speak to our Ambassador about getting a research visa.¡± ¡°I thank you, your majesty,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°And now, as a token of friendship, and in recognition of oaths given, and the hope they will be fulfilled, I give you this.¡± Karella handed her the small control key for the guillemot. ¡°Guard it well, and may it assist you well, Tsarevna of Imperial Russia.¡± ¡°On behalf of myself and my people, I thank you for the friendship and faith this gift represents. For my part, also I freely offer you another title: Empress of the Solar System. Perhaps it is a little early, but no land-folk vessel can compare with the versatility of your Guillemot ships, and as has so often been the case had we but known it, their development means we land-folk truly depend on your love of peace and your forbearance when we act like spoiled children. I ask that you continue to teach us to love peace, wise empress. May your knife ever be sharp.¡± ¡°You surprise me, Tsarevna, and surprises are precious. May your knife ever be sharp, young warrior for peace.¡± She nodded to Gizella, who handed Svetlana a thin metal case with a curtsey. Karella continued, ¡°It is a dainty thing, more suited to one who does not expect to tangle with sharks with no legs, but I assure you it is perfectly effective against those with two, may you never have need of it. The edge is sharper than a scalpel. Stay safe princess, and carry our greetings to your Imperial Father.¡± Svetlana bowed her head in acknowledgement of the dismissal, and stepped into the submarine. Olga followed and then Gizella. Stefan widened the angle of his viewfinder to show the transparent submarine, with the Tsarevna at the controls, disappearing under the water. He wasn''t quite sure what he''d just filmed, but he was certain it was going to be important. He bowed to Karella and sped off in search of a network connection. He had a film to submit and a call to make.
St Petersburg, half an hour later. A glowing bird with the proud imperial crest on its wings circled low over the city and settled onto the lawn in front of the palace. Forewarned, the guard of honour had formed up as the door opened, and the Tsarevna stepped out. There was a small crowd of onlookers outside the gate ¡ª including a number of reporters. The only crew with three camera men was that with Vladimir Vladimirovitch speaking in awed tones about what this could all mean. One camera was on him, another was pointed at the front door of the palace, and the third was following the Tsarevna as she walked confidently across the lawn, flanked by her lady in waiting and, a little way behind, a mermaid. It was a relatively warm afternoon in St Petersburg for the time of year, with the temperature only two degrees below freezing. But still, the soldiers in their formal uniforms were glad they had woolen coats, and were surprised to see the mermaid was just wearing a light cotton blouse. Two doormen opened the palace doors just as the Tsarevna approached and the Tsar welcomed his daughter, and stood at the microphone. ¡°My foolish son sought to take from the Mer by force a lesser vessel than my daughter has received as a gift of friendship. My son overstepped his authority and brought shame upon our great nation and international outrage against us. My daughter brings our nation international respect and the first peace-submarine. I fear war when I listen to my son''s plans. Not war to defend ourselves, but war because my ignorant son seems to be too weak to know any other language. My daughter has vowed herself to follow the way of peace as much as it depends on her. Of course war may come, and the gift-knife I see she now wears as an amulet is surely an acknowledgement that sometimes peace must be won through strength of spirit and the shedding of blood. I am proud of my daughter''s steel and spirit, and ashamed of my son''s belief that steel is all one needs. Thus it is that I have just signed the decree that removes my son from the line of succession; just as he is no longer a general of the armed forces, so he will never rule. He and his family will retain their other titles and present lodgings, but the burden of the imperial crown, the royal estates and palaces shall be my daughter''s to care for once I am gone. I bestow on her the title of crown princess of the Russian empire. Let all who oppose her quake in fear.¡± Svetlana briefly thanked her father for all the lessons he had taught her and then beckoned Gizella to the microphone. ¡°Noble Tsar, crown princess, thank you for letting me be here today. On behalf of the Mer people and our queen, I call upon God most wise to give you wisdom and understanding, clarity of thought and strength of purpose to carry out all he lays upon your heart and discernment to reject all the schemes of the evil one.¡± Her accent wasn''t fantastic, but Svetlana was privately amazed. Gizella had only started learning Russian with Yelena a few months ago. Gizella finished, saying ¡°May your rules be long and prosper your great nation in peace.¡±
Bern University, Switzerland, 6pm, Wednesday 8th Jan 2278 Rudolph watched the news broadcast, seeing Svetlana becoming heir to the throne of the world''s largest country. He''d spoken to his mother briefly about Atlantis and he''d said that he had met a princess who had become a friend, and yes, given time it might become more than friendship. But from... what? ¡ª fear or reticence? He wasn''t sure ¡ª he''d not actually named Svetlana or Russia. All he''d said was that she was a Christian and no, she wasn''t a due to inherit a throne. He called home. ¡°Mother, are you watching the news?¡± ¡°About Russia? Interesting, I imagine that''ll change the international situation rather a lot.¡± ¡°Probably. But that''s her.¡± ¡°Your new friend?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I did wonder who you''d met. So... the crown princess of Russia? On behalf of our small nation, please don''t upset her.¡± ¡°I''ll try not to.¡± ¡°And you''re going to St Petersburg in September.¡± ¡°She''s due to be taking the same course as me.¡± ¡°So, you''ll have lots of time to talk.¡± ¡°Nine months is a very long time in politics.¡± ¡°What are you planning to do then?¡± ¡°Panic?¡± He suggested. ¡°Not usually a good solution, Rudolph.¡± ¡°I urm, guess I''d better congratulate her, or commiserate.¡± ¡°Just don''t call her while she''s talking to her father, or on T.V. or something.¡± ¡°Do you think I should write?¡± ¡°I expect so, yes.¡±
Message to Her Imperial Highness Tsarevna Svetlana, via Olga, from Rudolph, 7pm 8th Jan, 2278 Dear Tsarevna, I saw you on the news just now. Wow! Crown princess! So, can I make a guess what you were busy with during the mornings? Learning to pilot a space-going submarine, by any chance? I''m wondering why you didn''t tell me, oh. No I''m not. You couldn''t tell, could you, without preempting your Imperial Father? Do I offer you congratulations, or commiserations? I imagine your future (and present?) work-load will now increase by an order of magnitude or two. But I do think you''ll make an excellent ruler. I''ll admit I''m probably getting biased about that though. And I''m kicking myself for not being faster at writing. I presume you don''t know what was planned for the first evening back to the university, do you? We had a ''what did you do over Christmas'' discussion at the Christian union. Anelie said she''d had a lovely time visiting Atlantis and watching me falling head over heals in love with a beautiful foreign princess. What was I supposed to say when someone announces that? I wasn''t sure. I sort of felt like shocking everyone and agreeing, but I don''t think it was true. Not yet anyway, not head over heels. So, I actually said was I wouldn''t quite put it like that, and hadn''t planned to say anything, but yes, I''d made friends with a beautiful foreign princess, and God knows better than us where that friendship will go. Two of the young ladies on my list were there, and were among those who congratulated me on finally finding someone I liked who liked me back ¡ª I guess I must have managed to give them no hint at all I was interested in them before Christmas, or if they did they were saying they didn''t reciprocate the feeling. I don''t know, but I think they''ve crossed themselves off the list while you''re on it, unless I really push. And I don''t want to. I''ve also heard that the third one has been spending a lot of the Christmas break in the company of the vice-president of the C.U. I''m not surprised, they''ve both been thinking of long-term missions work. So, the ''common knowledge'' among my friends at the C.U. is that I''m falling in love with you, and not interested in anyone else. They''re a perceptive bunch, and I think they are probably right. What a time to work it out, now we''re so far apart! I certainly miss you. I was going to write this last night, but my assignment took too long and then I got chatting. What a poor excuse, I''m sorry. I thought a day''s delay wouldn''t hurt and would let me think about what to say more, rather than just ramble on like this. But it probably does hurt, doesn''t it? I''m sure there''ll be a massive queue of well-connected suitors knocking at your father''s door now, so this little out-pouring of hope and longing doesn''t really help much, does it? If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. I''m very glad that Anelie didn''t say your name ¡ª I certainly didn''t ¡ª so no one here knows who ''Rudolph''s princess'' (as they call you) is, except the group and mother. I won''t be so selfish as to ask what your changed status does to our friendship. I presume you knew what was going to happen, after all, and that things between us very much depend on your father and politics still. Oh how I wish they didn''t! You training for the submarine must have meant you knew, and the Mer, too, I presume. Was it all pre-arranged or was there any uncertainty? Oh, and how have your brother and his wife taken it? Was it all a surprise to them? I really hope they don''t blame you for your father''s decision. You said you had a nephew and niece; where do they fit in the succession now? Are they excluded too? You were careful to say that you''d applied to the university, not that you were going. Does this change in your station affect that too? Princess, I hope the pressures of your position don''t weigh you down. You''re in my prayers; very very often. I''m glad that God doesn''t get bored of listening to us prattle on about people we care for and miss. I don''t suppose the Mer have a time machine hidden away do they? I want it to be September. Rudolph
Message to H.R.H. Prince Rudolph of the Helvetic Confederation, from Olga, 7.30pm Bern time 11.30pm St Petersburg time Your Highness, My mistress was, I believe, deeply touched by your letter. It''s not my place to ask about the content of messages but she did seem quite happy, I asked if it was good news. She has requested I write to you to say she is very pleased to learn that she has no need to fight off any rivals, and to ask you to reply immediately about weekend plans you might have which she couldn''t gate-crash, both this weekend and anything else over the next few months. She will write herself when time, and sleep allow. Olga
Message to Prince Rudolph of the Helvetic Confederation, via Olga, 7am St Petersburg time, 9th Jan Hi Rudolph! I''ve read Olga''s note to you ''quite happy'' indeed! Very professionally discrete of her. I''ll tell you what I actually did when we meet. Maybe. Thank you so much for sending your diary. Your mother should be getting a visit from the imperial ambassador in the next day or two to discuss my making some informal visits. Please could you enquire if there''d be space on your March C.U. retreat for two extras? Titles aside (please don''t mention them), technically speaking I''m a newly converted Christian on her gap year, who speaks intermediate English and understands quite a lot of German. I''d probably bring Krista who is a fluent German-speaking Christian, studying law. I think the theme is very relevant, which is why I''m begging to come. Krista and I can either share a room or make our own arrangements (i.e. sleep in the guillemot at some sensible altitude or depth to avoid anyone getting too curious). On to the changes, you''re right of course that it wasn''t a surprise, but my father has been known to change his mind between discussing it privately and the final announcement. You ask about my niece and nephew; they are currently second and third in line, but any descendants I have will have priority. Mother says my brother and his family were told they could have some unpleasant news in person or stay away and hear it on the news. They stayed away, but there had probably been rumours. My brother wrote me a letter yesterday morning saying ''I hear you''re coming home by submarine. If so, someone should give Koschev a medal, hope you can stand the pressure better than I could.'' I think that means he''s happy not to be heir. Quite what my sister-in-law thinks, I don''t know. Now... what the changes do to our friendship. I tried to be careful to talk about things that would change if my Imperial Father made the decision he did by prefacing them with ''as fourth in line''. Anything not prefixed holds true ¡ª yes, I still want to be educated. So, the big one: my father will not veto my choices about friend, boyfriend, or husband unless my choices are insane. You''re not, are you? Other change is I can travel, as long as my Imperial Father does not want me as pilot. He probably will on some trips, but under the terms of the submarine I can''t take him somewhere where less peace will be the result. Another change is that sometime, I''ll be going to Mars as a diplomatic thing. I''m guessing that''ll be towards the summer, just in terms of sorting out the politics, but it might be sooner. Do you have any exams when it would be good if I''m not around distracting you? Anyway.. 4 hour time difference, so I hope you are soundly asleep and haven''t set your wrist unit to wake you up when you get a message. Svetlana. (I may call myself that, but you shouldn''t at this stage in our friendship.)
Dear Tsarevna, I wonder when it might be appropriate to call you by your given name, but I suspect I''ll learn that at some point in my Russian classes. I don''t think I''m insane, but I''ve certainly been preoccupied, thinking about the implicit promise that I''ll be seeing you far more often between now and September than I dreamed to hope. How long do you expect to be away on the Mars trip? That sounds like a long long trip. Mid-term exams are the first week of Feb, but they''re just to give us an idea about what university exams are like, apparently. They count something like one percent towards my final exam results. My proper end of term exams are the last week of the summer term ¡ª i.e. end of June. We have one week of full study leave before then. Her Majesty my mother says she did indeed get a visit from the ambassador. He seems keen that your coming be a full state visit, tied in with some kind of trade agreement. Is that his own thought? It didn''t sound like yours. Regarding the Christian union retreat... the initial response was ''we can''t just have people turning up who''ve never been to even one main meeting, and we''ll never see again.'' I said that might be tricky for you, because of travel, but I''d ask. I''m not sure if it said in my diary that I sent you, but main meetings are Friday 7-9pm, normally followed by some kind of social event. I am confused about how you''re planning to get to the retreat without your title if you''re going to be sleeping in the guillemot. He didn''t say there was no space, but didn''t say there was, either. The second response was ''you said this is someone you met in Atlantis? How many people did you talk to there? Are we talking about your foreign princess? Why is who she is such a big secret?'' I answered that I''d lost count of how many people I''d met in Atlantis, but I could look it up if he really wanted to know, and that I expected the average foreign princesses doesn''t necessarily want her names dragged into the press and her privacy invaded just because someone says I''ve fallen in love with her. And I''d ask the people who were enquiring if it was possible for them to visit our main meetings occasionally, and if it couldn''t be before-hand to apply in person, what their full names were and who to put in as a contact in case of accident. Thus, I hope I left it all vague without lying. So, question one, do you think you and Krista might be able to turn up to a meeting? Question two, do you want to do so somewhat incognito? Question three, how long can we keep each others names out of the press? Question four, if our names are associated with each other, how does that affect you being being a normal student in September. Or do we just throttle Anelie for spreading gossip and make her swear everyone to silence? Sorry for bombarding you with questions, Rudolph. (you can call me this!)
Capital of the Federal Kingdom, not far from U.N. H.Q., Jan 15th ¡°Delilah, when I was in Atlantis, I got given a message for you, to deliver in person.¡± Deborah said to the princess. ¡°Let me guess, I don''t get a submarine?¡± ¡°That was not the message, and it wasn''t actually from any of the Mer. It was from someone with the gift.¡± ¡°And they just up and told you that, did they?¡± ¡°I''ve had a number of conversations with them, over the years. I assume you know I am truthsayer to my honourable cousin, after all.¡± ¡°I wondered if you''d admit that.¡± ¡°It shouldn''t be published, but it''s an open secret. The message is that your assumptions are incorrect, and divorce would be a big mistake. She didn''t tell me more.¡± ¡°Bit late for that bit of advice,¡± Delilah said. It wasn''t like she didn''t like her husband. He just couldn''t give her a child. She added, ¡°the papers are in.¡± ¡°Don''t you have a period in which you can withdraw the papers?¡± ¡°No one ever does.¡± ¡°So, set a new trend. I do it all the time. I don''t understand. You seemed to getting on well together last night.¡± ¡°He can''t give me a child. I want a child, need a child. My country needs me to have one.¡± ¡°She told me your assumptions are wrong.¡± ¡°Wrong that I can''t inherit without an heir? That''s the law here, woman.¡± ¡°Maybe the other one.¡± ¡°We''ve had tests, done the whole cycle of crystals and palm readings and everything. It''s not going to work.¡± ¡°Perhaps you should trust God rather than evil spirits and charlatans?¡± Deborah suggested. ¡°You sound just like my brother. There''s no such thing as an evil spirit.¡± ¡°Tell that to the soldier my mother-in-law tossed like a rag doll when she was coming at me with a knife.¡± ¡°When was that?¡± ¡°The night of my engagement.¡± ¡°And she got drunk?¡± ¡°No, she was perfectly sober and apologetic after I''d cast the demon out of her in the name of Jesus. Before-hand, she''d been trying to skewer me with a carving knife, injuring solders and screaming blasphemies. Absolutely terrifying, I didn''t get much sleep that night, I assure you.¡± ¡°Why did you have soldiers with you?¡± ¡°Adam''s parents were nominal Muslims, getting engaged to me meant that their son was never going to change his mind about becoming a Christian, so they banned him from the house. But they didn''t ban me. I went to get his things and my honourable cousin lent me some soldiers to be removal men and body guards at the same time. He also came to see if they could be reasoned with, so he saw everything too, if you want another witness.¡± ¡°And you think your God can give me a child?¡± ¡°I was told your assumptions are wrong, having heard you speaking I think that means your husband can give you a child, and that you ought to be avoiding people who dabble in magic like the plague. I''m not going to promise you a miracle if you give your life to God, but if you need a miracle rather than patience then God is the one you should be turning to, not mystical ceremonies. Don''t judge real Christians by your brother, by the way. I''m not convinced he is one.¡± ¡°But you are.¡± ¡°I''m a sinner saved by God''s mercy, yes.¡± ¡°Will you pray for me?¡± ¡°Of course. Father God, Delilah''s made some bad decisions, and turned to false religions who have filled her ears with their poisonous lies. Help her turn away from that towards you. Cleanse her from every influence of their lies and from the powers of evil, I pray, and help her trust in you. I pray for Delilah and her husband, that they may be united until death separates them, and that they will let you become the rock their marriage is based on. You know the things Delilah fears and the things her heart yearns for. Enable her to turn to you, Lord, and to bring those things to you.¡± Delilah looked at her curiously, ¡°You didn''t ask for me to get pregnant.¡± ¡°No. I prayed for more important things.¡± ¡°Oh all right, I''ll give your God a try.¡± Delilah said, resignedly. ¡°No,¡± Deborah said. ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°You don''t ''give God a try'' Delilah. If you become a Christian it''s the biggest decision of your life, and you need to count the cost before you start on that path. You are asking the ruler of the universe to come and live in your heart. He''s not too proud to enter a place which is dirty, but you need to be willing to let him help you clean it up to his standards. You can''t keep on flitting from one thing to another. You can''t make getting pregnant the sole centre of your life. If God is in charge, then God is in charge, and if you hang on to unhelpful attitudes then perhaps God will make you wait until you think you''re in menopause before you become a mother. Perhaps he''ll wait until you''re begging him every night to break you of your pride and arrogance that you think you can dictate the way your life goes. The Bible says you are an enemy of God at the moment, Delilah. First you need to surrender; you need to learn you don''t dictate the terms, and let God be in charge of your life; then, you need to spend the rest of your life learning about living under God''s authority, and putting to death your old attitudes that say ''me, me, me'', or ''I''m right, I''m right, I''m right''. It''s going to be hard. But I''d say it''s worth it, not just eternally, but here on Earth too.¡± ¡°Not just eternally,¡± Delilah pondered, ¡°My little brother would be upset if you said that in his hearing.¡± ¡°I expect so. It''s backwards, we should count eternal blessings as far more valuable than anything in this life. But I meant, I''m sure you''ve heard about how wonderful eternal life is going to be, and it''s easy to say ''sounds nice, how nice for you to have that dream,'' and so on. But eternal life begins the moment you commit yourself to God and start to get to know Him. There''s no way I''d have been able to face that demon without God, there''s no way I''d be able to do lots of things I do without God. But he''s with me.¡± ¡°Today, I woke up thinking, oh great, here I am, excluded from the succession, but dad still wants me to meet yet another new person who can look down their noses at me and my miserable life. You haven''t done that. Thank you.¡± ¡°Can I ask, why are you excluded from the succession? No one''s ever explained that to me.¡± ¡°Old law, intended to stop the old show-business ''loving marriage'' for two years followed by an acrimonious divorce thing. Get a divorce, and you''re out of the line of succession, until you can stay with a spouse five years, have a child, and enough politicians have petitioned the crown to get you back. Get a divorce when there''s a child and you''re out for good.¡± ¡°And you''ve been with your husband almost five years?¡± ¡°Yes, and if anything I love Kyle more than when we married, but we''ve been trying all these years, and I''d lost hope. I like you, Deborah, and you''ve given me back a bit of hope. Will you come and visit again?¡± ¡°I''m sure I can arrange it, if you want me to.¡± ¡°Normally people say things like ''I don''t plan my time,'' and that sort of thing.¡± ¡°Well, that''s why I''ve got a space-submarine, isn''t it? So I can visit friends easily.¡± ¡°Will you talk to Kyle? About your God?¡± ¡°Of course. Actually, I''ve got an idea. I heard there ought to be a good display of the Northern Lights tonight, and I''ve always wanted to see them. Are you and Kyle free to accompany me and Adam on a little trip North?¡± ¡°Like, a double date, you mean?¡± ¡°Yes. A double date to discuss God, while looking at some of his beautiful creation, and if you like, spending a bit of time star-gazing from above the atmosphere.¡± ¡°Weightless?¡± ¡°I suppose we could, I was just thinking of parking a hundred kilometres up, or so, and watching the stars go by for a bit. Beds and transparent ceiling provided, so you won''t get a sore neck.¡± ¡°Sounds a pleasant way of star gazing.¡± ¡°Quite romantic, too,¡± Deborah added. ¡°Sound insulation on the spaceship is unfortunately rubbish, but we ought to be able to get you home by whatever time you like.¡± ¡°I''ll talk to Kyle. But first, I need to retract some divorce papers.¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 7: Travelling in styles

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 7:Travelling in styles

Bern Palace, 6pm, Friday 17th Jan 2278 ¡°Thank you for coming to visit us, your Imperial Highness,¡± Rudolph''s mother said, ¡°And I understand Rudolph will be giving an informal tour of the university?¡± ¡°Yes. Not quite dressed like this though, your Majesty.¡± As when she''d arrived home on the submarine ¡ª in fact in any public appearance that might be reported at home ¡ª Svetlana was currently in her state robes. She was planning to change into something entirely less noticeable. ¡°I had hoped not,¡± the queen of the Helvetic Confederation said, ¡°and you''re going to use another title, I understand, Tsarevna?¡± ¡°Yes. It''s a title I inherited title from my grandmother, but it''s mine, so soon I''m going to be princess Svetlana of lower Monaco. My cousin, His Majesty the king of Monaco, is quite happy for me to use the title.¡± ¡°Lower Monaco?¡± ¡°The most recently reclaimed land, where the new beach is. I technically receive a small income from any buildings there, but since it''s a beach, there''s only the ice-cream stand. But they do acknowledge they owe me rent, and pay it off in ice-cream when I visit. Which isn''t very often, of course.¡± ¡°Oh, OK. But shouldn''t you get them to pay in a more normal manner?¡± ¡°It''s such a small amount, it''s never going to be worth paying someone to go and collect it, and the terms say it needs to be collected by me or someone I nominate. They can''t just put it in a bank. So instead I''ve got some pleasant memories of getting ice cream for my friends and family whenever I wanted.¡± ¡°At cost to them or customer cost?¡± ¡°Oh, I expect they''ve been charging me double. But I''ve not been there for a long time.¡± ¡°What happens if they see you coming and shut up shop? Or close down the company?¡± ¡°Oh, that is where it gets interesting. They''ve either never bothered to repeal a whole heap of laws there, or maybe re-introduced them, I''m not sure. In terms of taxation, I''m their feudal ruler. If they don''t pay up then I can require their son to present himself for military service in his own armour and on his own horse, or require the whole family spends a year working my land, all sorts of fun things like that. And of course they can''t sell without transferring the debt to the new owner, either.¡± ¡°And if they declare bankruptcy you claim their daughter as a servant?¡± ¡°As long as I stay in Monaco, otherwise I get accused of all sorts of things. The other thing I can do, of course, if they say can''t pay, and their children have fled the country at my approach, is demand that they provide accommodation and food for me and my companions. All in all, they are very happy to give me the ice-cream.¡± ¡°I imagine they are, yes. How did you manage ordering?¡± ¡°Oh, I speak French better than English,¡± Svetlana said in German. Svetlana realised it shouldn''t have been a surprise to her, but it turned out that the queen was entirely comfortable in French too. So they switched to that language for a bit.
Bern Palace, 6.35pm, Friday 17th Jan 2278 Svetlana had changed quickly, into something much more... chic was probably the right term. She''d have fitted in well in Paris, or Monaco, of course. In other words it was entirely in fitting with her alternative identity. ¡°Bon soir, Rudolph,¡± His mother said, ¡°Permettez-moi de tous pr¨¦senter la princesse de Basse-Monaco.¡± ¡°Enchant¨¦, votre altesse ¡°, Svetlana said. ¡°You speak French also?¡± he asked in surprise, but also speaking French. ¡°Although I do not live in my small fiefdom,¡± Svetlana continued in the same language, ¡°it is French-speaking. Is it not right for a ruler to speak the language of her suzerain and the people who owe her service?¡± ¡°Lower Monaco?¡± Rupert asked. ¡°The lowest part of the kingdom, also called the new beach. My cousin, his majesty is an undemanding overlord, and so I follow his lead and do not attempt to extract full tithe from my tenant-merchants, but perhaps one day we will travel there together and I''m sure they will be only too happy to give sample of their wares to me and all who accompany me,¡± Svetlana said, adding with a little steel ¡°otherwise I might demand their back rent in full.¡± ¡°I don''t understand.¡± ¡°I inherited the title to the fiefdom of Lower Monaco from my grandmother,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°as feudal tenants I can number the operators of an ice-cream stand, a young man who hires out deckchairs and sun-shades, and a number of seagulls. I''m not interested in anything the seagulls might offer me, but the sun-shades are pleasant in the summer, and ice-cream on demand is very good.¡± ¡°You hide the fact you are the crown-princess of Russia, by using another title?¡± ¡°Exactly, and it occurs to me that sadly my cousin has as yet no direct heirs, so perhaps I are also heir to that throne. The bit about the security council might be a problem, but the submarine is partially explained.¡± ¡°And policy matters?¡± ¡°I''ve given him some advise once or twice. Like telling him he needed to find an intelligent wife, not just the brainless beauty queen he asked me about.¡± ¡°Does that count as policy?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°It ought to. So ought not messing with the tax system. He was playing with the thought last year that since everyone else had an income tax, he ought to introduce one too. I pointed out that he had the revenues and the population he did because of the tax regime.¡± ¡°Surely his ministers have said the same thing?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°Of course they have. But for some reason he trusts me more than them. Maybe because I got him lots and lots of ice cream when he was eighteen or something.¡± ¡°He''s what, five years older than you?¡± the Queen asked. ¡°Yes. He really wasn''t prepared to rule when his parents died in that speed-boat accident. Mother tried to help him, but he didn''t really trust her not to be secretly pushing Russia''s interests.¡± ¡°We should be going, Tsarevna.¡± Rudolph said. ¡°I know. And you need to get used to calling me Altesse or Svetlana, don''t you?¡± ¡°I can use your given name?¡± ¡°When I''m not the Tsarevna, of course you can, Rudolph! It''s all about context, remember? I assure you the Tsarevna of Russia would never wear a tight-fitting pullover or a skirt of this cut, or have her hair loose like this. Yes, Krista?¡± she asked. ¡°The prince or princess of Lower-Monaco is by law the heir-apparent, highness, until the king has an heir. And shouldn''t you be using your French name?¡± ¡°Mais ouis! I forgot! Rudolph, the Princess of Lower-Monaco is called Claire. The meaning is the same.¡± ¡°I need to call you Claire, not Svetlana?¡± ¡°I''ll answer to both, mon cher, but if you call me Svetlana I''ll try to remind you I''m not in Russia at the moment.¡± ¡°You didn''t mention you speak French at all, ma ch¨¨re Claire,¡± he said, feeling much more comfortable calling her ''ma ch¨¨re Claire'' than he would have done calling her ''my dear Svetlana''. It must be a language thing. ¡°I forgot a big chunk of your country spoke French, sorry.¡± This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.
Bern University, Friday 17th Jan 2278 Anelie was taken aback to see a woman she categorized as French arriving arm-in-arm with Rudolph. Who was this? As they got closer she realised who it was ¡°Svetlana!¡± ¡°Bon soir, Anelie, I was very forgetful when we first met. Please, call me by my French name, Claire. I get so used to being Svetlana in Russia that I forget it is only right that the princess of Basse-Monaco be known by her French name when so close to her fiefdom.¡± Anelie''s French wasn''t very good, so Rudolph translated. Anelie was surprised, but managed to ask ¡°you have been to Monaco recently, your highness?¡± ¡°Not for some years, but I think I will pay my cousin and suzerain a surprise visit, even though it''s not really the weather for ice-cream.¡± ¡°Ice-cream?¡± ¡°Princess Claire''s vassal-tenants run an ice-cream parlour,¡± Rudolph said, ¡°and pay their rent in ice-cream.¡± ¡°''Parlour'' is overstating it, mon cher. Unless they''ve expanded without asking me, it''s a small wooden hut attached to their house.¡± ¡°On the new beach?¡± Anelie asked. ¡°Yes, you know it?¡± ¡°Not personally. But I think Arianne''s family run it.¡± ¡°Arianne Dubois is here?¡± Claire-Svetlana asked looking around for her old summer-time playmate, language-coach and provider of ice-cream. ¡°Not yet,¡± Anelie replied, ¡°but she''s often late.¡± ¡°Why does that not surprise me?¡± ¡°You know Arianne?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°Bien sur! We used to play together most summers, and she really helped me become fluent in French.¡± ¡°We''d better go in,¡± Rudolph said, ¡°it sounds like they''re about to start.¡±
After a worship time, and a talk on the theme of a new year being a good time to start taking God seriously ¡ª which Svetlana felt was quite appropriate, there were announcements, which were mostly irrelevant, until she heard the young man leading the evening ask anyone new to stand up and introduce themselves, if they felt comfortable doing that. ¡°You don''t have to.¡± Rudolph said. She stood, and spoke mostly in German. ¡°Bonjour, I am Claire. My old friend Arianne Dubios who I think I see looking round in surprise from the front row, called me Claire De-la-Plage, more formally I am Claire, princess of Lower Monaco, which is indeed mostly beach. I became a Christian just before the new year, was invited to Atlantis, and met Rudolph there. My parents work in St Petersburg, and I grew up there. I do hope to visit again but I do not think I can travel here every weekend.¡± ¡°I am Krista. Claire asked me to come with her to translate, but I think she does not need me so much. But I am glad to be here. I am studying law and law-enforcement in St Petersburg, and became a Christian two years ago, thanks to the witness of Claire''s mother.¡± A young man stood, ¡°I am Yuri, from St Petersburg, an exchange student, and I do not understand how you speak of becoming a Christian. Surely you were not raised in another religion?¡± Krista said, ¡°I speak of not just a rite or education, or upbringing, but of a personal decision to repent and believe as the Holy Scriptures say all must do; a decision to fully trust the cleansing blood of Christ, and not any works of my own.¡± Seeing Yuri looking confused, Krista repeated it in Russian. His puzzled expression remained, but she at least knew he understood. Svetlana meanwhile, wondering how good her disguise was, hoped he wasn''t going to ask how she''d got here from St Petersburg.
After the meeting, Svetlana made a bee-line for Arianne and greeted her. ¡°So, the mystery is revealed... Rudolph''s princess is my ice-cream-eating friend Claire! You look well, crown princess.¡± ¡°I hope my cousin will resolve that issue quickly, Arianne, and that he''ll have lots of lovely children I can treat to your family''s delicious ice-cream some time. As for other titles I might have, they are known to some, but not to most here, I hope. Claire du Basse-Monaco will be going to university next year.¡± Arianne understood immediately, ¡°With security, I hope?¡± ¡°Of course. But not too much, I hope. Have you heard of my cousin making any progress finding a suitable wife?¡± ¡°After last year''s dumb blonde? No. With all due respect, I really don''t know what he was thinking there.¡± ¡°He told me he was thinking he doesn''t meet many Christian girls. And for all that she wasn''t very clever, she had that in her favour.¡± ¡°Not very clever? Did you ever hear her trying to put more than one clause into a sentence? She really struggled.¡± ¡°That''s why I told him he needed to break it off. I told him that while he didn''t need a genius he certainly needed someone capable of university study.¡± ¡°You did?¡± ¡°Certainly. I added that I knew no one''s ever going to call him a genius, that''s fine, he has advisors, but if he marries someone who''s even thicker than he is then I only see trouble ahead.¡± ¡°You actually said that to him?¡± Arianne asked. ¡°Well, I might have been a bit more polite,¡± Svetlana said, grinning. ¡°What''s he like? Other than rich, and handsome? He''s really a Christian?¡± ¡°He''s really a Christian. Quite serious about it, too. He''s not at all happy about how much of the economy is dependent on gambling, but knows that if he shut down the casinos there''d probably be no end of the economic chaos. Otherwise... he''s got a very good memory ¡ª I think that''s how he managed to get his degree ¡ª but he''s not so good at problem solving. Fortunately he knows that, and isn''t ashamed to ask for advice.¡± Svetlana looked at her friend, ¡°If you''re interested in applying for the job, I''ll happily drop a word in his ear. I''m sure he remembers your strawberry and chocolate ice-cream, he probably remembers you, too. Not least for giving him a double portion of strawberry and chocolate ice cream in his bare hands when your parents were getting low on cones.¡± ¡°Hold on... that was his majesty?¡± ¡°It was,¡± ¡°I didn''t realise!¡± ¡°So, you''ve met, but feel free to ask for a re-introduction.¡± ¡°Claire! Don''t be silly. I couldn''t!¡± ¡°Couldn''t what? Offer him some more ice cream?¡± ¡°Poor daughters of poor ice-cream salesmen do not go chasing royalty, unless they want to be laughed at.¡± ¡°Oh, OK. We''ll let him do the chasing then, that way it''s socially acceptable. Just tell me when you''re home and likely to be serving if he''s interested. What are you studying?¡± ¡°Accountancy and law.¡± Arianne said weakly. ¡°Are you interested? Not just the man, but the job, the labour? It ought to be enough to scare you silly. Imagine permanent hours like high summer.¡± Arianne had often spoken about how hard those few weeks were. ¡°High summer keeps us fed all year,¡± Arianne repeated her father''s words. ¡°Your highness, I could make ice cream in the summers and study the other half of the year. I even had thoughts about seeking permission to extend the shop, and a bank-loan, and of serving more than just hot snacks in the winter and ice-cream in the summer. But half way through every summer there''s the fear that the tourists aren''t buying enough, and the thought of not having enough to pay bills and pension and healthcare and set aside rent and eat is scary, it really is. So I thought, maybe, if I got some other qualifications, then I could do something else with my life, or at least have something to do other parts of the year. I''ve grown up, I guess; I''m not afraid of work, I''m afraid of not enough work. Please don''t give me false hopes.¡± ¡°Firstly, Arianne, I am your friend and your feudal land-lord; don''t your dare apply to some money-grabbing bank! Read up on your rights and privileges! I promise you three things: firstly, if you want to extend, tell your parents they may write to me and as long as I think it looks reasonable the answer is yes, and as long as they keep proper records and plan to repay the money in a reasonable timespan, they may borrow from the back-rent money set aside, or if that is not enough, you or they may talk to me about plans and expectations about how long it''ll take to repay a bigger loan. Secondly, I will remind my cousin of getting served ice-cream in his hands, and tell him you are studying here and are a Christian. How he responds is up to him. Thirdly, if he''s too picky for his own good or you decide you don''t like him, I promise that if you need some kind of letter of support or small start-up loan to enter accounting or law or whatever other career takes your fancy, then you shall have them.¡± ¡°My princess, thank you,¡± Arianne said, with tears in her eyes. ¡°I do not have many so many tenants, Arianne.¡± Turning to Krista, she said ¡°Please, Krista, give Arianne Olga''s contact details. I''m not allowed such technology, Arianne, so Olga acts as my secretary.¡± she explained. ¡°What''s wrong, Arianne?¡± Anelie asked, coming up. ¡°Why are crying? ¡°Because my princess has just reminded me she cares for her subjects, and has taken a huge weight off my shoulders.¡± ¡°I forgot to ask Arianne, how''s your brother doing?¡± ¡°Not very good. He helps out at home, but he doesn''t have the qualifications to find a winter job. Not even as a security guard.¡± ¡°What qualifications would he need for that? He''s got the muscles, surely?¡± Arianne''s big brother was the life guard on the beach. ¡°Everyone wants past experience or ¡ª would you believe it ¡ª a criminal record of injuring someone in a fight.¡± ¡°A criminal record?¡± ¡°Demonstration that you can beat people up, I guess. He doesn''t apply to those places.¡± ¡°Good for him. Has he got a girlfriend?¡± ¡°Yes, fianc¨¦e now.¡± ¡°What''s she do?¡± ¡°Roughly the same. Summer job as waitress, currently watching every penny, occasionally getting a few days as a cleaner in a hotel.¡± ¡°Right, I presume she''s a Christian?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Trustworthy?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Arianne said, ¡°why?¡± ¡°When you''ve read up on your rights, explain them to him. Her too if they marry. It''ll mean travel, of course, and the pay''s not going to be great.¡± ¡°Your highness, what are you speaking of?¡± Anelie asked. ¡°My tenant under feudal laws, Arianne''s brother, has no regular source of income at the moment. He and his wife, being of working age and sound bodies, have the right of voluntarily entering my service in exchange for room, board and a small stipend.¡± ¡°Your Highness, those ancient rights have been untested for centuries!¡± Arianne said. ¡°So? I haven''t been informed they''ve been repealed.¡± ¡°You''d consider yourself bound by them?¡± ¡°Don''t you consider yourselves bound by the counterparts, of setting aside rent until such time as I claim it, providing me with shelter when I visit, and so on?¡± ¡°Of course, but...¡± ¡°No buts,¡± Svetlana said decisively, ¡°except that I insist you explain to them their rights and mine very carefully, if they choose that path.¡± ¡°Yes, my liege,¡± Arianne said. Svetlana suddenly had a thought about those rights in relation to Mars. ¡°And please point out to them that while at the moment I have no fields in mind which I might set them to farming, I do have plans that might easily change that.¡± ¡°I will try to remember all this, my liege, but my next trip home is not due until the summer, and I''m not sure I''d want to do it by phone.¡± ¡°Oh that''s no good,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Rudolph, what are your plans tomorrow?¡± ¡°I''d vaguely hoped you weren''t going to vanish and we could spend the day walking or skiing, maybe, but I''ve nothing specific planned.¡± ¡°Isn''t he sweet! What about you, Arianne?¡± ¡°Urm, nothing that can''t wait.¡± ¡°Wonderful! Rudolph, how about a quick visit to my snow-free fiefdom?¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 8: Tenants

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 8:Tenants

Edge of lake Thun, Switzerland, 8am. Saturday 18th Jan 2278 ¡°Arianne, did you tell your parents you''re coming?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°Yes, highness.¡± ¡°Oh call me Claire, please! And your brother will be there?¡± ¡°Yes, and Ren¨¦''s fianc¨¦e will be there in time to go to lunch, like you suggested.¡± ¡°Good. And lunch is arranged, Krista?¡± ¡°Yes, Claire,¡± Krista smiled. ¡°Wonderful. Now all we need to do is get to Monaco, and here''s our transport.¡± The submarine glided to a stop beside the jetty under her remote control, and extended its wings as gang-planks. ¡°Why do we need to go so early?¡± Rudolph asked, yawning. ¡°To avoid too many eyes, of course. And I''m selfishly letting you share my jet-lag. Or submarine lag, if you prefer. All aboard, just follow me on the wing.¡± Once they were inside Svetlana added ¡°and also to do some shopping.¡± ¡°Shopping?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°Of course. I want my friend to meet my cousin in some new clothes.¡± ¡°What?¡± Arianne shrieked. ¡°Please don''t back out now. It''s all arranged.¡± ¡°What is all arranged?¡± ¡°At about ten, my cousin will take his late-morning walk, as is his custom, and come down to Basse-Monaco, since he knows I''ll be there. And I will tell him I''d been meaning to come sometime, but I''d met you last night at the Christian Union and I''d begged you to make me and Rudolph some ice-cream, and I wanted to talk to your brother too so we came today.¡± ¡°And your cousin doesn''t know I''ll be there?¡± ¡°He knows I''ll be at the ice cream stand-house, talking to my tenants and hoping to introduce Rudolph to the delights of fresh hand-made ice-cream.¡± ¡°And then you''re taking us to lunch?¡± ¡°Well, yes, that was the plan, then cousin Herv¨¦ declared otherwise. You did tell Ren¨¦ to make sure his girlfriend was dressed for a good restaurant, didn''t you? We''re eating at the palace.¡± ¡°I''m not sure I said good. I''m not sure the palace counts as a good restaurant, either.¡± ¡°Well, don''t say we''re eating at the palace, I''ve noticed people panic then. But feel free to tell her she''s going to be eating with me and my new friend prince Rudolph, but don''t go spending any money, and it''s not an evening dress sort of thing.¡± ¡°You''re going to be wearing what you''re wearing now?¡± ¡°Well, no. The nice thing about this vehicle is it''s got cupboard space. But I don''t think Krista''s planning to change, are you?¡± ¡°No, Claire.¡±
Arianne''s home, 9.30am, Saturday 18th Jan 2278 ¡°Bonjour, Monsieur, Madame Dubois,¡± Svetlana said, as they arrived, ¡°Don''t berate Arianne for spending money on clothes, I took her shopping. Don''t berate her for not telling you about another guest either. She didn''t know I invited my cousin to visit too. I hope you don''t mind. You remember the young man Arianne gave ice cream to in his bare hands?¡± ¡°Yes, your highness. And the mess it made of his clothes and the floor. I hope you will not repeat the exercise, Arianne!¡± ¡°No Mama,¡± Arianne said, ¡°Not unless he insists.¡± ¡°Even then! I do not care if he were a king, he''s not dripping ice-cream on my floor again!¡± ¡°Ah, Madame Dubois, you are a brave woman, to defy even a king!¡± Svetlana said, smiling, ¡°now, let me introduce my good friend prince Rudolph of Switzerland, and my travelling companion, Krista, daughter of my father''s valet.¡± ¡°Welcome to our humble home, your highness, Krista.¡± The house was the final one in the street that led to the beach, and had three small bedrooms upstairs and the living room they were now in downstairs. Svetlana had seen old pictures and plans: originally the house had boasted an immaculate lawn which extended across what was now the beach access, with a patio looking over the sea, a small pool and a private jetty. That was all gone, and in its place was a slope down to the beach for small boats that could be launched from a hand-pushed trailer, and a few parking spaces M. Dubois could rent out at a suitable price depending on the season. What garden it had left was under constant threat of invasion of sand and tourists seeking a short-cut; of course, the only plants that could grew were salt-tolerant species. But, Mme Dubois still managed to grow some pretty flowers. With the indignity to its immediate environs, the house had become part of Basse-Monaco, and the Dubois family were Svetlana''s only permanent residents. The low rent and income stream had attracted M. Dubois''s father, and the family was still here. ¡°You have come for your rent, Highness?¡± M. Dubois asked. ¡°Only in the traditional, edible form, M. Dubois.¡± Svetlana said smiling, ¡°I''m afraid I have rather promised my friends a special treat.¡± ¡°I will make it, Mama,¡± Arianne said, as her mother started to go to the kitchen, ¡°Princess Claire wished to speak to you and papa.¡± ¡°Now, first, you know I have other titles, but please do not tell anyone about them. As princess Claire I have some freedom, and I value that.¡± Ren¨¦ and his parents agreed, ¡°Now, I have just done an informal survey of the tourists walking the beach, and I am sure you have done your own surveys. They would appreciate a tea-room, where they can warm up out of the wind.¡± ¡°We have often spoken together of it, Highness, but we could not afford to build such a place.¡± ¡°You have the money you have put aside for rent. Would it be enough?¡± ¡°But that is your money, Highness!¡± ¡°And the ice-cream shack is my ice-cream shack, according to my records. I don''t know what went wrong, but it was supposed to be a five year trial. What I want to know is, if there was somewhere nice, with seats and warmth in winter, and seats and shade in summer, and of course plumbing, would there be enough custom to pay for the heating and your time?¡± ¡°I am sure, highness. There would be enough custom.¡± Embarrassed, he added, ¡°I know it was not very correct, but we have served in the kitchen, when the weather is bad. As for what went wrong... we had a very good summer one year and my father begged and begged the city authorities, but they would not grant planning permission, not even to put up a roof for shade. They said ''Non, the beach is the beach, we cannot let you build there, you would have to talk to the king for special permission.''¡± ¡°They were right, M. Dubois, but they were wrong. They could not grant planning permission, they have no authority here at all. But it was not to the king he should have appealed, but to my grandmother, and now you must ask me. Your father had plans drawn up?¡± Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°Oui! Ren¨¦, bring the green box the Princess''s account is in.¡±
Svetlana studied the plans. They were modest, obviously done to a minuscule budget. Really it was little more than a permanent tent covering some concrete tables. ¡°M. Dubois, what do you think?¡± ¡°My father wanted to keep the rain out, but could not afford more.¡± ¡°It would be stupid to heat this,¡± Ren¨¦ said, his first contribution to the conversation. ¡°Highness, we will need to redesign. Do we use the same procedure as for the city, but ask for your approval?¡± ¡°Tell me about the procedure for the city.¡± ¡°We find an architect for the design and the materials, we find a builder to tell us costs and timescale, we gain the approval of the water and the electricity companies and we get a soil analysis and a drainage analysis and an environmental impact analysis and a social impact analysis.¡± ¡°What is one of those?¡± ¡°Does it cause problems for the poorest people living nearby.¡± ¡°That''s you, isn''t it?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°Yes, highness.¡± ¡°Does it cause you problems?¡± ¡°No!¡± ¡°Will you need more electricity?¡± ¡°Well, for the heating...¡± ¡°More than the circuit can deliver?¡± ¡°I doubt it, the neighbours heat their swimming pool, after all.¡± ¡°So, forget all of that. You''re not building an office block. Do you know a trustworthy builder? Someone who builds bars beside rich people''s swimming pools, and so on? We want a nice strong floor, and something insulating for walls and roof.¡± ¡°What about straw bales for the walls?¡± Rupert suggested, ¡°Plastered, and fire-proofed, of course.¡± ¡°Tell me more?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°Very insulating, they make farm buildings from them at home. Warm in winter, and if there''s no heat sources inside they stay cool in summer too, as long as there''s a good insulating roof on top. You have a small wall under them to keep them dry. You''d probably need fans and things, if you''re going to be cooking.¡± ¡°Before anyone complains about how much space the walls will take up, remember there''s a lot of beach available,¡± Svetlana added. ¡°Highness... what will this do to our rent?¡± Madame Dubois asked. ¡°Nothing until I see you starting to live better than your neighbours. By the way, do they still throw loud parties until the early hours of the morning?¡± ¡°Yes, highness.¡± ¡°Last time I was here, they were asked to not do that any more. Did they obey at all?¡± ¡°Not for long, highness,¡± Ren¨¦ replied. ¡°And do their guests use your car-park?¡± ¡°Yes, highness, and the beach ramp, and I ask them to remove the vehicles and they say the beach belongs to everyone, and no one wants to use the ramp at night,¡± Mme Dubois said. ¡°May I have a piece of paper?¡± Svetlana tore it in two and wrote on one piece of paper ''I, Princess Claire Du Basse-Monaco, hereby grant a renewable ten year licence to the Dubois family of Basse-Monaco to operate a restaurant and associated bar, sell alcohol to any customers not drunk or otherwise prohibited under the laws of Monaco, for consumption on the premises or within the boundaries of the principality of Basse-Monaco. ''The restaurant/bar shall be closed for no less than four hours in any twenty four hour period. ''License is further given for the performance of live and recorded music at any time the restaurant/bar is operation. Temporary staging may be erected on the beach of Basse-Monaco if this is deemed necessary. The Dubois family of Basse-Monaco have full right and discretion to determine the operating parameters of any artificial amplification used for the enjoyment of live musical performances. ''Without interfering with the customary access to the shore-front of Basse-Monaco, licence is also given to temporarily enclose up to one eighth of the beach for the purpose of restricting access to musical events to paying clients. Such an enclosure shall be for no more than ten days in any calendar year without explicit additional authorisation. The Royal Estates of Basse-Monaco shall require a rental fee of ten percent share of the event organisers'' profits for such an event.'' She signed it, and handed it to M. Dubois. On the other piece, she wrote, ''It is hereby confirmed that M. Claude Dubois of Basse-Monaco and M. Ren¨¦ Dubois of Basse-Monaco are our royal bailiffs, with responsibility over the parking or use of vehicles on our fiefdom and ensuring that the principality of Basse-Monaco shall not be treated as unowned land. As such, they have the right and stern duty to impound (by means of wheel clamp, chain or other appropriate means) any vehicle left unattended on the principality of Basse-Monaco without appropriate permission, or used in an inappropriate manner, or to move the vehicle should it cause an obstruction. ''Furthermore, it is today enacted that the fine for illegal parking or use of vehicles and release fee for such an impounded vehicle shall be the published parking fee plus two percent of the market value of the vehicle per twenty-four hour period or part thereof. No release of the impounded vehicle shall be made until this debt has been settled in full. Payment may be made in cash or electronically and the above-named royal bailiffs will issue a receipt on behalf our Royal Estate of Basse-Monaco. ''If unclaimed after a period of thirty days, the vehicle will be deemed abandoned and sold to recover the fees and associated processing costs. Any surplus will be split equally between the previous owner, (should they eventually come forward and identify themselves) and the Royal Estate of Basse-Monaco. ''Any threat or violence to the named bailiffs of Basse-Monaco or their relatives shall be tried in accordance with the laws and regulations of Monaco regarding the protection of ministers of the crown. H.R.H. Claire De Basse-Monaco.'' She handed that one to Mme Dubois. ¡°I invite your comments, and hope there''s no need for corrections in spelling. I''m sure his majesty''s stationers can be persuaded to produce the appropriate signs.¡± ¡°Highness... your intention is that we have the right to hold concerts here?¡± M. Dubois asked. ¡°Nice loud ones, fully at your discretion, or weddings, of course.¡± ¡°And an eighth of the beach?¡± Mme Dubois asked. ¡°I was thinking, you see, that the tourists do like to party, and when word gets round of live music on the beach then you might get too much custom, especially if you ever got approached by some better known group. "It just saves a lot of everyone''s time if you''ve already got authority to fence off some extra space. I wholeheartedly recommend you don''t try to organise something like that yourselves. That''s why I worded it like that. You personally will have the food and refreshments to take care of, and that profit will all be yours, the organiser does the hard work, takes the big risks, and the land-owner just says pay up. Make sure you stipulate that the organiser arranges extra sanitation, and so on, at their expense.¡± ¡°And you want my men impounding the neighbour''s friend''s sports cars?¡± Mme Dubois asked. ¡°Absolutely.¡± Svetlana said, ¡°''Belongs to everyone'' indeed!¡± ¡°Highness, what about campers?¡± Ren¨¦ asked. ¡°You get them?¡± ¡°If they ask, we say no. If they don''t ask, we say the police won''t allow it. But they''re disappointed, highness, and tired, the backpackers, I mean. And if we''re bailiffs does that mean we have to move them on? It''s going to be really hard if there are going to be concerts ''till late.¡± ¡°What would you plan?¡± ¡°Only a few places, some kind of fee, one night only, gone by say, nine in the morning, and they don''t leave any mess,¡± Ren¨¦ suggested. ¡°But some people use tents as sun-shades,¡± Mme Dubois pointed out. ¡°So they pick up their tent and make it a sunshade.¡± Ren¨¦ countered. ¡°What''s to stop them vanishing at dawn and leaving a mess?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°A deposit?¡± M. Dubois suggested. ¡°OK.¡± Svetlana agreed. ¡°And hand-carried tents only or an over-night parking fee?¡± ¡°Normally hand-carried tents, but permission to make exceptions?¡± Ren¨¦ asked. ¡°Hereby granted to Madame Dubois. Madame, the sort of case I expect you to allow is exhausted parents at their wits end with a pregnant mother, and already screaming kids, OK?¡± ¡°Oui, highness, the sort of people I cannot turn away.¡± ¡°As long as you can turn away most. Now, I expect I know the response to this, Ren¨¦, now I''ve given you some extra jobs to do and not much income. Oh, by the way, if you do manage to impound any cars, you get a proportion of the release fee. Let''s say fifty percent?¡± ¡°One percent per day of the value of a car, just for chaining it up?¡± ¡°And convincing the owner you''re just doing your duty. Is that reasonable?¡± ¡°Very, highness.¡± ¡°Good. Well, Ren¨¦, your sister said you were out of work, and I thought there''s always those ancient laws about you putting yourself into my service for room, board and a stipend. But I think you might not be bored and jobless, so don''t worry.¡± ¡°Putting myself in your service, highness?¡± ¡°It''s an ancient law. If my subject can''t find work to support themselves, then can sign up to work my fields for half a year or something similar, and I provide them food and shelter and a small amount of money. Krista, do you know how much money?¡± ¡°Enough to buy half a kilogramme of meat, a kilogramme of bread and a kilogramme of turnips each day, if he works your fields near his home, double that if he is your man-at-arms or you take him more than a day''s walk from home, and treble if he works as your councillor.¡± ¡°So, it''s not going to make you rich. I''m sure it counts as exploitative wages, in fact. But it''s your right to demand it of me.¡± ¡°And you''d be putting me to work a field somewhere?¡± ¡°Most likely some kind of guard. If I do give you field-work, then it''ll be on Mars. Oh, if you''re married then the offer''s there for your wife too.¡± ¡°Mars?¡± ¡°Yes. So it certainly counts as double the almost-nothing.¡± ¡°Getting me to Mars would cost a fortune, your highness.¡± ¡°No, because I''m planning to go there sometime before the summer, and I do have the space-submarine. But since it is a week-long trip, if Mars is your dream destination, then for the sake of decency you and your fianc¨¦e are going as a married couple and not just back from your honeymoon either. So, I will not believe you''ve thought it through carefully enough if you ask to sign up in less than a week. It''s voluntary serfdom, after all.¡± ¡°I thank you, highness. I think I''ll stay here and help build a restaurant. Not to mention chain up some supercars. That sounds fun!¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 9:Reintroductions

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 9:Reintroductions

Arianne''s home, 10.30am, Saturday 18th Jan 2278 There was a knock at the front door. Without thinking, Arianne went to open it. ¡°Bonjour, Mademoiselle,¡± King Herv¨¦ of Monaco said, ¡°I heard my cousin was here and there might be some ice-cream available?¡± ¡°You heard right, your majesty, I am indeed making some,¡± Arianne said, then added, blushing, ¡°but I''m afraid my mother refuses to allow me to serve it into your hands today.¡± ¡°Bonjour, Herv¨¦,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°I met Arianne at the Christian Union in Bern University last night, and decided I''d whisk her back here for some happy memories and to sort out some things here. Let me introduce Prince Rudolph of the Helvetic Confederation,¡± ¡°Your majesty,¡± Rudolph bowed. ¡°Your highness,¡± Herv¨¦ replied, ¡°do you like titles?¡± ¡°Not particularly, your majesty.¡± ¡°Then might we dispense with them?¡± ¡°I am not at all opposed,¡± Rudolph agreed. ¡°Wonderful! Pray continue, the introductions, Claire.¡± ¡°This is Krista, my travelling companion, M. and Mme Dubois, my loyal tenants, and Ren¨¦ their son.¡± ¡°And do I conclude the name of my benefactress is Arianne Dubois?¡± he asked her, and she imagined she saw a question in his eyes. ¡°Yes,¡± she said, conscious that she was wearing her mother''s apron over her new clothes. ¡°Benefactress?¡± Mme Dubois asked. ¡°Madame, your generous daughter prepared for me a most delicious repast which I was able to continue enjoying for many hours! Not only that, but she taught me an important lesson about being careful what you ask for, because you might get it. I find it''s a valuable lesson in dealing with politicians too. But they tend not to give what you asked for with such unbridled hilarity as your daughter did. See, three things she gave me! A taste of her sense of humour, delicious ice cream and a lesson from sticky fingers.¡± ¡°Hmm. I wonder what your mother thought.¡± ¡°My late mother asked me how old she was, Madame, and told me I''d better wait a few more years before inviting her to the palace for lunch, and now I find I''ve done so all unwittingly! What a delightful surprise! You said you were discussing business, Claire?¡± ¡°Yes, Herv¨¦. I''m not misunderstanding my powers here by signing these am I?¡± ¡°Oooh, someone''s been parking on your beach?¡± ¡°Yes, saying it''s common property, too.¡± ¡°Why only two percent?¡± ¡°I didn''t want it to be cheaper for them to buy their car back at auction than pay the fine. I can do this?¡± ¡°Of course, Claire. Traffic offenses and the like are often by-laws. How are you going to establish value, though?¡± ¡°Ren¨¦?¡± Claire asked. ¡°Look up the trade-in value?¡± ¡°Good plan,¡± Herv¨¦ said, ¡°I''d write that into the law or you''ll have lawyers all over you saying it ought to be what''s left of the purchase price after depreciation, or something like that. What''s the other one?¡± ¡°The neighbours still like loud parties. I thought I''d allow Arianne''s family the chance to profit from their neighbours'' preferences.¡± ¡°If you can''t beat them, drown them out with louder music? Vengence is God''s Claire.¡± ¡°I know, Herv¨¦. But did you know the bureaucrats at the planning office told M. Dubois'' father that he couldn''t extend the ice-cream shack because it was here? They should have said talk to the princess, but no, they said he would have to seek special permission from your father.¡± ¡°Who probably would have assumed that your grandmother had said no.¡± ¡°Exactly. So, this is called allowing them to do what seems reasonable.¡± ¡°And this paid admission thing?¡± ¡°Why not allow the occasional open-air beach concert?¡± Svetlana asked, ¡°The moonlight sonata with moonlight over the waves, for instance? I see it as an extra source of income and employment.¡± ¡°Good idea, OK.¡± ¡°I also want to allow occasional overnight camping. Back-packers and at Mme''s discretion families desperate for somewhere to stay. I don''t think it''ll hit the hotel trade one bit.¡± ¡°Then you''re forgetting something. Your beach parties will bring in a new segment of society. Give some of them somewhere to stay please, cousin, not least the musicians. I''d have no objection to a youth hostel or a motel, even. The last hostel on my patch got turned into yet more boutique apartments thanks to a legal loop-hole when I wasn''t looking. "Give your tenants some year-round custom for their restaurant, if you can afford to, or at least give them permission to run a proper campsite! But that''s far more seasonal than a youth-hostel. I don''t think I can help much without constitutional issues, but give them every bit help you can, please. ¡°Thank you, your majesty,¡± Arianne said, touched by his concern. ¡°Herv¨¦, please, Arianne.¡± he said, then, noticing she''d shed the apron asked, ¡°does your presence perhaps mean that the ice-cream is finished?¡± And added in a wheedling tone, ¡°And that perhaps there''s even a bowl that needs cleaning, for old time''s sake?¡± Laughing, she said, ¡°Your sticky fingers start this way, Herv¨¦. Or you could have a spoon.¡± ¡°Maybe I should. Changing the subject, while I enter into a little hedonistic nostalgia, may I ask about your relationship with God?¡± ¡°I became a Christian when I was twelve, I think it was,¡± she said, as she led him into the kitchen. The door, on a spring to keep cooking smells from the rest of the house, shut itself. Svetlana glanced at the clock, it was ten forty. Into the surprised silence that marked their departure she said. ¡°My cousin worships as part of a small fellowship which meets at the palace,¡± she shrugged and carried on, ¡°Monsieur, Madame, I have my orders, let us talk business and construction and skills and time. I think in high summer, you will exhaust yourselves if you try to run an ice-cream stand and a restaurant-bar and a motel-campsite. And I do not actually know how much money you have set aside as rent.¡± ¡°Here is the account, your highness. Your grandmother told my father to put the money in a tin, but the tin became too full and too tempting, so he put it into a bank instead. I am sorry it is our name, when it is your money.¡± ¡°It makes things much easier, M. Dubois.¡± She said looking at the account total. ¡°The account pays you interest, I see.¡± ¡°Pays you interest, Highness.¡± ¡°Please, if Herv¨¦ asks for no title, how can I? Call me Claire.¡± ¡°Claire,¡± Rudolph said, ¡°I think there are only two real options.¡± ¡°Oui, mon cher?¡± ¡°You allow the family to invest what is here, in the way they see best, and leave all the tough decisions and anguish with them, or you say this is going to be too complex, and the Royal Estates of Basse-Monaco provide the building,Vthe Dubois family provide as much labour as they feel able, and other labour is hired by the Royal Estates. Actually, three options, you could hire the Dubois family members too.¡± ¡°Please no, Claire.¡± Mme Dubois said, ¡°Do not make me an employee with hours I must work.¡± ¡°Would you like to be an employer, Madame, with staff to hire and fire? Remember, I have already given you an extra job of the campsite, which has by Herv¨¦''s decree grown enormously.¡± ¡°Claire, you said the rent would not go up, but surely, this has grown too big!¡± ¡°Ren¨¦, you plan to marry soon?¡± ¡°We would have nowhere to live, Claire.¡± ¡°Would you like to stay?¡± ¡°It has been my life, princess.¡± ¡°Your sister wants to leave its uncertainties, what about you?¡± ¡°I am happy with this life.¡± ¡°Bon. So, you and your wife will swear an oath of allegiance to me, and I will provide an apartment, probably that will be in the new building.¡± ¡°Non,¡± declared M. Dubois, ¡°It is only right, the young family will have the house.¡± ¡°Papa!¡± Ren¨¦ objected. ¡°You may argue later,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°there will be a second home, whatever. Each house-holder will be charged rent based on what I deem to be the household''s ability to pay. The hotel, restaurant and campsite will pay wages to temporary staff, and will pay off the cost of the building, and I will have half the profit from the hotel and the campsite. If you find you need more permanent staff, particularly as retirement grows more attractive, then as long as the finances will stand it then I will accept the oath of another tenant who has proven themselves a good trustworthy worker of sound faith.¡± The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. ¡°Are you allowed to make distinctions between employees based on faith?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°This is not employment, mon cher, this is accepting them as vassals, or as business partners if you prefer, albeit without much of a vote.¡± ¡°Oh! OK.¡± ¡°They will actually cease to be employees, and will be granted the right to live here at modest rent and will work in exchange for a share of profits ¡ª that''s what I meant about the finances standing it, you understand, Ren¨¦, Monsieur, Madame Dubois?¡± ¡°Yes, highness.¡± ¡°Ren¨¦, I still haven''t heard you fianc¨¦e''s name.¡± ¡°Odette.¡± ¡°And will she be in favour of staying here?¡± ¡°I hope so, your highness.¡± ¡°I will ask her. Now, I believe we will need to find someone to come up with some ideas, even if not architectural drawings.¡± ¡°Arianne is the one with ideas, Claire,¡± Mme Dubois said, glancing at the kitchen door, ¡°But maybe his majesty also?¡± ¡°I''m sure they are only honourable, Madame. He has told me he does not like to visit other Churches when at home, and gets tongue-tied easily, so does not like to ask what few pretty girls he meets if they are Christians.¡± ¡°He did not seem tongue-tied.¡± M. Dubois said. ¡°Shared memories help, Dad,¡± Ren¨¦ said. ¡°And you can hardly blame Arianne if she''s hopeful.¡± Mme Dubois turned to Svetlana, ¡°You planned this, highness?¡± ¡°I suggested that his Majesty my cousin come and taste your ice cream again, at a time that I knew my friend would be here. And I told her first thing this morning that I''d done that and he''d agreed, and then I took her shopping. I didn''t plan they go and hide in the kitchen.¡± ¡°I just hope it doesn''t end in tears,¡± Mme Dubois said. ¡°I don''t want them calling my Arianne the things they did the poor girl he last went out with.¡± ¡°If the press come, and once Ren¨¦ has clamped their cars if they don''t pay the parking fee, you may tell them that you''re not very surprised they''ve met as adults, since Arianne has been my friend for most of my life, holds a title she probably has never used, and attends the same Christian union as my good friend prince Rudolph of Switzerland, and if my memory is right I''ve seen a picture of her being introduced to Herv¨¦ by my grandmother in this very room.¡± ¡°That was his Majesty? I had forgotten that!¡± Mme Dubois said, ¡°Introduced might be putting it too strongly, though, she was only six weeks old.¡± ¡°But he held her very gently,¡± M. Dubois said, smiling at the memory. ¡°So, they have known each other, on and off, all her life.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Svetlana said, and asked ¡°Do you have the picture?¡± ¡°It''s on the wall in the kitchen.¡±
Dubois family kitchen, 10.40, Saturday 18th Jan 2278 ¡°I think your dress is new,¡± Herv¨¦ said as they entered the kitchen, ¡°it suits you.¡± ¡°It is, Claire bought it for me this morning,¡± Arianne said. ¡°Claire is playing match-maker, isn''t she?¡± Herv¨¦ asked. He''d strongly suspected it. ¡°Yes, Herv¨¦,¡± Arianne agreed, embarrassed, ¡°she told me as much.¡± ¡°What did you think of that?¡± ¡°I was shocked but ... flattered, I guess. But I told her I that poor girls who go chasing after kings get laughed at.¡± ¡°What did she reply?¡± ¡°That it would be up to you, of course, but it was perfectly socially acceptable if you chased me.¡± ¡°Always very practical, my cousin. Would it be acceptable to you?¡± ¡°Please, do not joke, your majesty, I''m a long way from rich, but I don''t want to be an object of ridicule.¡± He spotted a familiar photo and changed tactic, ¡°Is that you in that picture?¡± ¡°Yes, and I recognise the princess, but not the child holding me.¡± ¡°My great-aunt told me I must hold you very gently, and not let your head fall off. I thought she meant totally, and was terrified I would accidentally kill you. Mama only explained she meant off my hand about a weak later.¡± ¡°It is you?¡± ¡°I remember the event most clearly. I did not want to hurt you then Arianne Dubois, I do not want to now. And I did not joke. If my seeking your company would offend you, please say.¡± ¡°Offend me? It would not offend me.¡± ¡°Would you, dare I ask, welcome it?¡± ¡°Your majesty,¡± she started. ¡°Herv¨¦, please,¡± he corrected. ¡°Herv¨¦, I am not used to press speculation and reporters demanding interviews, and all those things. They scare me. I have studies to complete, exams to study for. Dreams are nice, but I can see it turning into a nightmare.¡± ¡°You are telling me no, you would not like your name associated with mine,¡± he concluded. ¡°No, I am saying I don''t understand how it can work. Personally? I have never had a boyfriend, but I did let Claire buy me this dress.¡± ¡°It is beautiful. You are beautiful. But the price tag is sticking out at your neck.¡± Arianne gasped in embarrassment, and immediately tried to pull it off. ¡°Don''t tear it! Will you permit me to cut it off?¡± Blushing furiously, she found him some scissors. ¡°I do not meet many beautiful intelligent Christian ladies who speak French and are not romantically involved,¡± he said as he gently moved her hair aside and snipped off the label. ¡°Let alone ones who have prior approval from Claire who I trust, who can make delicious treats and who I cradled in my arms when I was a child. I am sorry for pressing so, but I do not want to lose contact again. If you will permit me, I would very much like to try to win your heart, to overcome the obstacles and to see if we can turn our history of meeting on friendly terms into love.¡± ¡°I will permit you to do that Herv¨¦ Du Monaco, and gladly.¡± ¡°Merci, Mademoiselle Dubois, you make me a happy man. I must admit problem solving is not one of my strongest points, but I am determined to solve this one.¡± ¡°Alone, or with help?¡± ¡°It depends on who. I do not want to ask my normal panel of experts.¡± ¡°Claire?¡± ¡°Claire Du Basse-Monaco would be fine, but she has other more powerful names and titles... I would not wish to lean on her too greatly.¡± ¡°For the moment she hopes the press do not consider them. Claire is planning to go to university in St Petersburg, studying the same course as Rudolph.¡± ¡°Ah! If only I had more studies to do! But I do not think they would be sensible to let me take a masters with my grades, and I have my duty to our little country. How much longer are your studies?¡± ¡°One and a half years,¡± ¡°In terms of a government project, that is hardly any time at all, I am told. In this context, it seems like an eternity. A year and a half of intense press coverage would make your studies hard, I think.¡± ¡°I must agree, Herv¨¦,¡± she said, sadly. ¡°Do not be sad, Arianne,¡± he said, taking her hands and looking into her eyes, ¡°All it means is I must try to be patient before I tell too much of the world of my happiness. It is not so far to Berne, barely an hour with the hypersonic from Nice.¡± ¡°I have never traveled by hypersonic. And I was too nervous to enjoy travelling by space-submarine this morning.¡± ¡°Nervous? Of flying?¡± ¡°No, Herv¨¦, of meeting you. If I had stopped to think I would have hidden rather than open the door to you.¡± ¡°I am glad you did not hide. Do you think Claire could be persuaded to invite me for a trip in her marvelous space-submarine before you leave tomorrow?¡± ¡°I do not think we are staying overnight.¡± ¡°Then I must be most persuasive, I had hoped to persuade you to come to our little fellowship tomorrow. But perhaps that would be misinterpreted as you chasing me, anyway. So, instead I hope to persuade you to stay, and if I succeed I will give my apologies to the fellowship and say I am worshipping at the congregation of the girl whose heart I am pursuing, if you would be so kind as to tell me where that is. Or perhaps I could meet you here?¡± ¡°I... I really don''t know that Claire can be persuaded to stay, Herv¨¦.¡± ¡°Then it would fall to me to convey you back to the university, wouldn''t it? I have no objections. If you worry about propriety, perhaps your parents would like to accompany us?¡± ¡°Herv¨¦, are you serious?¡± ¡°About taking you back to Berne? Absolutely.¡± ¡°And about me?¡± ¡°I should, perhaps admit what I now remember telling my mother, but I hesitate.¡± ¡°About why you were covered in ice cream?¡± ¡°Sort of.¡± ¡°And you hesitate because you are embarrassed?¡± ¡°No, because it was full of an eighteen year old''s certainty and arrogance, and it turned out to be untrue.¡± ¡°Tell me please, Herv¨¦.¡± ¡°I told my mother that I had just met the girl I wanted to marry, and I''d not look at another, no matter what she said.¡± ¡°I was barely fifteen!¡± ¡°I realise that now. Had I known, I would have visited sooner. I thought you five or six years my younger, not a mere three, and so you''d have only been seventeen now, and too young for such words. I have not been very faithful, dear Arianne, whose name I did not even remember. But I see how wrong I was to seek another''s company. I will not make that mistake again now we have spoken, even if you tell me I must wait another two years before you will be seen with me.¡± ¡°You hardly know me, Herv¨¦.¡± ¡°I know you love Christ, and are not arrogant, unwise, uninteligent or a flirt.¡± ¡°It is still too early to speak of marriage.¡± ¡°No, Mademoiselle. I do not seek to win your heart for a trophy, after all. I hope, over the coming months and years, that we can have enough time together that you see both me and the duty I do, and that you become convinced you are able to wholeheartedly dedicate your unique gifts to both. You cannot, after all, accept me without the crown, and the crown is too weighty a thing to accept lightly.¡± ¡°And yet you seem so keen to offer it, Herv¨¦!¡± ¡°It is implicit in me seeking to win you, and I know at times I struggle to bear it alone. But you must first finish your studies.¡± ¡°What help I can offer is yours to command, your majesty,¡± Arianne said. ¡°Do not offer so much so soon, Arianne Dubois!¡± he laughed, ¡°If I accept that offer we will have to call ourselves engaged after less than an hour''s discussion, and so earn universal disapproval. Let me first show you my life and work, please.¡± ¡°Perhaps I merely demonstrated that I can flirt.¡± ¡°Be careful what you offer, Arianne, it might be accepted.¡± ¡°Are these not words for you to consider also, Herv¨¦?¡± ¡°Such is the intoxicating effect of the sound of your laughter and the scent of your hair, I quite forget my own advice. So, let me do the washing up instead, I beg you. It seems safer.¡± ¡°Shouldn''t that be a royal command, rather than begging?¡± ¡°No, for surely no one can command in this kitchen except your mother. I am merely begging you not to get dirty dishes near your beautiful new dress, especially not before it has graced the palace. I would actually be most appreciative if you would not just grace the palace for lunch, but stay for a little informal discussion with some of my ministers.¡± ¡°Just me?¡± she asked, terrified. ¡°If the entire party was present it would certainly liven things up. And it does touch on our little plans for Basse-Monaco, actually. Now, I see two sinks and would hate to break an established system, what should happen.where?¡±
Dubois family kitchen ¡°Whatever are you knocking on the kitchen door for, Ren¨¦? Why not just open it?¡± ¡°We were assuming deep conversations, I didn''t want to interrupt anything.¡± ¡°Ha! Some people! Have a tea towel. Herv¨¦ washes up like he''s had practice in a restaurant.¡± ¡°Lots of practice,¡± Herv¨¦ agreed. ¡°Mama, Papa? Herv¨¦ wants me to introduce him at Church tomorrow, and invites you on a trip to Berne if you want to see the university.¡± ¡°And your home too?¡± Mme Dubois asked. ¡°I''d better call ahead and ask them to make sure it''s tidy enough for parents.¡± ¡°Not royalty?¡± M. Dubois asked. ¡°Rudolph, did they ever tidy up when you came for Bible study?¡± Arianne asked. ¡°Not noticeably,¡± Rudolph said, laughing. ¡°Madame, mesdemoiselles, messieurs, I humbly ask that as well as coming for lunch, you also stay for a short meeting with some of my ministers. It does touch on the plans for Basse-Monaco, and I would appreciate your input, cousin.¡± ¡°Certainly!¡± Svetlana agreed, ¡°And then, I believe cousin you have a private quay we could call the submarine to without much attention, do you not?¡± ¡°It comes when called?¡± ¡°Better than even the most obedient dog. My thought is that we could go some way out into the sea, and take a trip above the atmosphere. Assuming you''ve ever had any desire to go into space, cousin.¡± ¡°You know I have!¡± Herv¨¦ said, ¡°and then you must leave?¡± ¡°You wish to attend Arianne''s church, I am due to attend Rudolph''s.¡± ¡°Do tell, cousin, are you two officially going out?¡± ¡°I don''t know, Rudolph, what do you think?¡± ¡°I think we are being very careful and treading very slowly, and there is an understanding between us that we like each other, but I haven''t actually invited you out anywhere.¡± ¡°No, but I did invite you here, mon cher.¡± Svetlana said, dropping a big hint. ¡°True, ma cheri. But we have hardly had time alone, have we?¡± ¡°No. My cousin gets ten out of ten for commandeering the kitchen.¡± ¡°Since we are on a famous beach, ma cheri, will you do me the honour of accompanying me for a walk along it?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± ¡°Just let me give you a some protection, cousin. Personally I find there are always reporters about.¡± ¡°How inconvenient.¡± Svetlana said, ¡°But maybe not, actually, after all, this is my beach. Rudolph, do you mind being publicly linked to the publicity shy Claire du Basse-Monaco?¡± ¡°Publicity shy?¡± ¡°Mais oui. I do not want anyone from home comparing my eyes with the crown princess of Russia do I?¡± ¡°You do have the contact lenses, highness,¡± Krista reminded her. ¡°I do, I do. So be it, I suppose I''d better put them in.¡± ¡°Contact lenses?¡± Rudolph asked, surprised. ¡°Anti-iris scan ones. A security measure which I resolutely hate. But if I''m going to be able to be Claire, I''d better get used to wearing them, hadn''t I? Can I borrow a mirror, Madame?¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 10: A scoop of ice-cream

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 10:A scoop of ice-cream.

Basse-Monaco shoreline, Saturday 19th Jan 2278 ¡°Bring him,¡± Princess Claire du Basse-Monaco commanded of the photographer with the long lens. ¡°Normally we simply burn the data crystal and slap him with a fine, highness,¡± the plain clothes policeman said. ¡°He expects that risk. I will see the pictures.¡± Eventually the reporter, who had been parked illegally half a kilometer away, arrived on the beach accompanied by two burly constables. ¡°Do you know who I am?¡± she asked. ¡°Non, Mademoiselle.¡± he answered, ¡°I recognise the prince.¡± ¡°Do you know where you are?¡± ¡°Monaco, Mademoiselle?¡± he said, confused at the question, ¡°The new beach.¡± ¡°You, Monsieur, are in the semi-autonomous principality of Basse-Monaco. You are clearly ignorant of the law I signed into force this morning about illegal parking, since it has not yet been published. Tough, you knew you parked without permission, I''m sure. Is your vehicle valuable?¡± ¡°Not very. Ehh, you signed into law, Mademoiselle?¡± ¡°You are not very quick on the uptake, are you? The correct form of address for a princess is your highness. Persistent failure to show proper deference to a feudal ruler on her own fiefdom can, under the ancient laws of Monaco, get you flogged, imprisoned or reduced to serfdom.¡± The policemen grinned in vicious pleasure, clearly this young woman they''d been set to protect was no pushover. ¡°I apologise for disrespect, and for my slow wits, your highness,¡± he said. ¡°Much better. For your education and that of your colleagues, if your vehicle gets clamped, chained or otherwise impounded for illegal parking, the release fee is two percent of the standard trade-in value of your vehicle, per twenty-four hour period or part thereof. Payment may be made electronically or in cash. Feel encouraged to pass the word around.¡± ¡°I will, your highness.¡± ¡°Now, you will show me the photographs you have taken.¡± ¡°I have rights, your highness.¡± ¡°So do I, especially here. Feel free to read up on the ancient laws of Monaco that have never been repealed. I will see if you have any that are suitable for publication. My face is not to be shown in close-up. Understand?¡± ¡°Journalistic freedom...¡± ¡°It is not my decision that my face is not to be shown in close up. My parents live and work in Russia and I am on the Tsar''s list of protected people. Do you understand? It is for your protection I tell you this. You gain the Tsar''s anger if you dig into my family history, you gain the Tsar''s anger if you publish or even take a picture which would allow feature-tracking to be used against me, you risk the Tsar''s anger if you publish any link between me and Russia. I presume you know the Tsar is not gentle with those who anger him. So, I am Princess Claire du Basse-Monaco, cousin to his Majesty Herv¨¦ du Monaco. You may describe me as publicity shy if you like, and even autocratic. However, while I am happy to be photographed in the company of my very good friend prince Rudolph of the Helvetic Republic, it is an act of extreme stupidity for a reporter to do any private digging in the areas I''ve spoken of.¡± He got out a notebook ¡ª not real paper, but a waterproof note-taker ¡ª and wrote down her name, and asked her to confirm the spelling. ¡°Might I enquire as to your highness'' age?¡± ¡°Nineteen.¡± ¡°Thank you, your highness.¡± ¡°Is that all you want to know?¡± ¡°Might I ask how you met?¡± ¡°Claire and I both happened to be in Atlantis over the new year,¡± Rudolph said, ¡°we found out we would both be studying in St Petersburg next year and started chatting.¡± ¡°Ah... can I publish that, your highness?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°May I ask what subject?¡± ¡°Economics,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°both of us. Speaking of which, I will be introducing some more changes on the beach now I am legally of age. The ice-cream and snack-bar will be extended to a full restaurant and bar, hopefully by the summer, and there will also be some space allocated as a campsite, and perhaps even a youth hostel.¡± ¡°You are developing on the beach, your highness?¡± ¡°Very limited, one or two storey development, in portions not normally used for beach-goers. I am providing something for the less well-resourced holiday maker, hopefully ensuring that my tenants have a more stable income, and creating a few new jobs for local people. There will be no high-rise mega-hotels or boutique apartments here.¡± ¡°Something more family-friendly?¡± ¡°Yes, except that I have allowed for there to be some loud concerts. I expect that some times of the year will be more student-friendly than family friendly.¡± ¡°You do not see problems with the authorities?¡± ¡°Which authorities?¡± ¡°Urm, planning authorities, local council, resident''s committees.¡± ¡°You forget once again, you are in the principality of Basse-Monaco, and I am princess. I have no bureaucrats to whom I have devolved my powers as my cousin has. Do you have more questions?¡± ¡°Not at the moment, Highness.¡± ¡°Good. Now you will show me the photographs you''ve taken on my domain.¡± ¡°Yes, Highness.¡± ¡°Oh, I see you followed my cousin, did you? Hmm, I will defer to his officers on these.¡± ¡°Delete them.¡± the officer said. ¡°Hmm. A nice picture of Arianne opening the door to my cousin. This picture you will offer to her. It is not every day the king knocks on your front door after all, but she was not in a public space so you will then destroy all copies of it.¡± ¡°Yes, your highness,¡± he said glumly, knowing he was in trouble for the next ones, taken through the window of the house. ¡°What did you think you were doing with these? Don''t spout journalistic freedom to me. Answer!¡± ¡°They are saleable, your highness.¡± ¡°They are also illegal, are they not, in most countries of the world? A gross invasion of privacy! Officer, we have hmm one photograph of his majesty in private conversation with an unidentifiable other in a private residence and, hmm, six photographs of his Majesty doing the washing up in a private residence. Is this a case for the courts or an on-the-spot fine?¡± ¡°His majesty is normally lenient, your highness, but the crime was entirely committed in your domain.¡± ¡°I will be lenient too, then. An on the spot fine at the bottom of the scale for each photograph showing his Majesty doing the washing up, and one of middle scale for the photograph showing him in private conversation.¡± The reporter blanched as he saw the figures on the fine notification. It amounted to his total earnings in the last few months. ¡°Next photograph. Ah, that''s more like it, zoom in on my face. Acceptable. Good. No, delete that. Good. Look at this one, Rudolph, anyone would think we were falling in love! Very acceptable. No, too much of my face. Hmm, experts would see the shadow and know that''s just his hand mid-movement, but it looks bad; delete it. That one''s OK. Too much of my face, delete it. What do you think of this one, Rudolph?¡± ¡°There''s too much of your face, showing surely?¡± ¡°I agree. Delete it. Hmm, a shiny uniform button. I take it that''s the end?¡± ¡°Yes, your highness,¡± the reporter said, thinking that today might have been worth getting up for. ¡°You''d better go and offer Mademoiselle Dubois that photo then, hadn''t you? Do bear in mind that she''s a poor student. I think in context the going price ought to be a scoop of freshly made ice-cream, don''t you, Rudolph?¡± ¡°Absolutely. If it''s worth the trip here, a scoop must be worth a photograph that would otherwise be destroyed.¡±
Ministerial meeting, 2.30pm, Saturday 19th Jan 2278 ¡°Ministers, may I present my royal cousin, princess Claire du Basse-Monaco, her friend, prince Rudolph of the Helvetic Confederation, her travelling companion Krista, the Dubois family of Basse-Monaco who for my entire lifetime and beyond have made the finest ice-cream in Monaco, and Odette, who will soon be a Dubois. Since your suggestions somewhat affect her lands, I find it most fortuitous that princess Claire is here herself. My friends and relations, allow me to introduce my ministers for tourism and for transport. The issue is of traffic, both on land and water.¡± Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. ¡°Not enough use of the pool-transports on the roads?¡± Ren¨¦ asked. ¡°Yes, M. Dubois, our surveys say that this is mainly because of long delays, mainly because of too much other traffic, mainly because of too many personal vehicles. But there is also the issue of parking. Too often privately operated parking areas are sitting empty and vehicles are parked on the nearby roads because of unreasonable fees,¡± the transport minister said. ¡°Your suggestion, then minister, is to bring a unified parking system into effect, is that correct?¡± ¡°Yes, your majesty.¡± ¡°You do not feel that the vehicles are on the roads because of lax enforcement and a wanton disregard for the law?¡± Claire asked. ¡°Only this morning I was hearing that certain individuals had been ignoring the rules banning late night parking in Basse-Monaco, and even claiming the beach to be public land.¡± ¡°I am sorry, highness,¡± the tourism minister said clearly confused, I was under the impression that your land was open to the public.¡± ¡°The public have customary access to the undeveloped areas of Basse-Monaco. That is a long way from saying it is public land, or that they are free to disturb the peace, park their overly-loud sports cars next to my tenant''s home when they''re trying to sleep, or block access to the boat-ramp. I''ve taken steps which I hope will prevent such behaviour from reoccurring.¡± ¡°Ah, yes. I understand.¡± ¡°The tourist minister might also be interested in hearing your other plans, Claire.¡± ¡°Of course, perhaps later?¡± ¡°There will be transport-related issues, I''m sure.¡± Herv¨¦ said. ¡°I suppose so, yes. Was it thirty years ago, M. Dubois? Or even longer ago? M. Dubois''s father had plans drawn up for a modest extension of his ice-cream business to provide shelter for customers and some simple seating. Unfortunately the people in the planning office told him it was not possible to develop anything on the beach, and I presume at the time my grand-mother was too busy or maybe he just did not feel able to ask her for a second opinion. Anyway, the Dubois family have been struggling to survive with a space-constrained business, simply because they did not get the correct advice and no one asked the right questions. I propose to change that. Another issue they raised with me is that there are occasionally back-packers hoping to camp on the beach overnight, and also families with young children desperate for somewhere to stay. With my cousin''s approval, I propose that an area of the beach be dedicated as a camping area, both multi-day plots, with power-supplies and vehicle access and an adjacent area of the beach available for overnight-only camping. The Dubois family now have a licence to run a restaurant and bar, and alongside that I have granted them a licence for live music which may occasionally spill over onto the beach. Obviously late night concerts are not exactly appealing to young families, but I assume that no one in their right mind would want to organize a concert when everyone''s rushed off their feet serving the normal tourist trade in high season anyway, so I don''t envisage an actual clash. I anticipate that the restaurant building will double as camp-site office and incorporate accommodation for the site-managers, and also a youth hostel, perhaps with ten to fifteen three or four-bed rooms. In recognition of their faithful service and the damage done to their family income over the decades because of the earlier incompetence, the Dubois family will be operating these ventures of mine and receiving a share of the profits.¡± ¡°Might not the share of profits from a restaurant be less than they make at the moment?¡± ¡°If it is, then we''ll certainly have a lovely big ice-cream stand,¡± Mme Dubois said. ¡°Minister, they are under no obligation to run a restaurant. They are merely free to.¡± ¡°Your highness, I don''t understand how you hope to run a business like this.¡± ¡°I do not seek to run a business, minister. I seek to run a semi-autonomous principality, provide employment opportunities for my loyal subjects, opportunities for them to make money, and of course, help the local tourist trades by encouraging additional visitors to the area.¡± ¡°Poor visitors,¡± the transport minister pointed out. ¡°You have something against the less well off in society, minister?¡± the king asked in a calm voice. ¡°Nothing, nothing, your majesty, merely I wonder what extra custom they will bring compared to the additional traffic, and extra parking chaos.¡± ¡°Monsieur minister,¡± M. Dubois said, ¡°based on my experience, it''s not the poor that risk parking fines; it''s the rich. The poor struggle on with transports from the pool, or walk.¡± ¡°What you could do, of course, Cousin, is increase the fines for illegally parked cars, and employ extra people to patrol the streets. Or just remove obstructing vehicles immediately.¡± ¡°That costs money, unfortunately.¡± ¡°So? Presumably people want their cars back. Make them pay more than the full cost. The worst thing that happens is you end up with a lot of second hand cars to sell.¡± ¡°The worst thing, highness, is that because of a bad experience, people stop coming.¡± the tourist minister corrected her. ¡°Transport minister, do we have enough parking spaces for everyone to park legally in high season?¡± the king asked. ¡°Yes, your majesty, but only just. That is why we''ve turned a blind eye to the problem. It is of little help to say we have enough places if there are two parking spaces at the other end of the city. We would need an extra five percent at least, for there to be a reasonable chance of finding one.¡± ¡°Then, minister, it seems that we are full, and we need to invite our residents to offer to turn their mansions into parking spaces or we need to discourage personal cars.¡± ¡°Or we could reclaim more land, claim personal parking spaces for state use, or turn spare land into parking areas,¡± the transport minister said. ¡°I am not aware of us having any spare land,¡± the king said. ¡°Cousin, I was warned this might happen by my grandmother. It is not a new suggestion, after all. You do mean Basse-Monaco, I presume, minister?¡± ¡°Yes, your highness, regretfully, I can see no alternative,¡± and he handed the king a data tablet, marked with the title ''Development plan to relieve traffic congestion''. The king glanced at the plan and put it on the floor by his chair. ¡°That is not an option you should consider, minister,¡± the king warned. ¡°Cousin, allow me to help the minister think more clearly. Did you ever wonder, minister, why it is that Basse-Monaco was declared a semi-autonomous feudal principality?¡± ¡°A historical quirk, I presume, your highness.¡± ¡°Oh, no, minister, it was quite deliberate. You may read the court records if you doubt me. You see, when Basse-Monaco was formed it was made with certain principles in mind. It would not be developed for the rich and famous, nothing would block access to the sea and sand for the general public, and so on. I am the guardian of those principles. And I have had a certain ancient and distressing right and duty forced upon me as I took up the crown. "Krista, can you please find the relevant portion of the law and show it to the minister? I really do recommend you quickly think of an alternative.¡± Krista showed him the relevant right ¡ª that she could demand the head of anyone who sought to persuade his majesty to confiscate any part of Basse-Monaco, and the corresponding duty that she use this right. The minister turned pale, and sat down heavily. ¡°I withdraw my suggestion, your majesty.¡± ¡°But is there an alternative?¡± Svetlana asked, ¡°my duty is clear, after all. You cannot hand the king a plan, say ''there is no alternative'' and then say ''sorry'' to escape my just reply to your gross insult to my station, and leave your words to work their poison on his majesty''s mind.¡± ¡°Urm, your majesty, there was a proposal to declare certain streets free of motorized vehicles except transports. That would alleviate the problem for the transports. People who lived there would be upset, of course. I wonder if we could say that only residents'' vehicles were permitted, with stringent fines for infractions?¡± ¡°And of course, absolutely no on-street parking in those streets at all,¡± the king said, ¡°Yes, I think that would be a workable solution. We will try it for a year, and if necessary add other streets to the scheme. And I do not like this ''turning a blind eye'' to law-breaking. If we absolutely need some on-street parking, let us make it legal where it does not matter so much.¡± ¡°Yes, your majesty.¡± ¡°Perhaps, your majesty,¡± Arianne said, ¡°It would be good if your ministers led the way in not keeping private vehicles in our city? There are, after all, plenty of secure parking areas across the border, I''ve seen.¡± ¡°An excellent idea, Arianne, although of course they would only be following my father''s lead. But yes, as our city groans under the weight of tourist''s cars, there is little justification in my ministers adding to the problem is there, Minister?¡± ¡°No, your majesty,¡± the minister said weakly. ¡°I wonder,¡± the tourism minister pondered, ¡°if there might be a similar solution for the marinas. They are also over-full.¡± ¡°I will speak to my father, cousin.¡± Svetlana said, ¡°my family''s yacht takes up a lot of space, and it does not seem likely it will be used here in the near future. I''m sure it could be moved elsewhere.¡± ¡°Your highness'' family has a large yacht? I did not realise,¡± the tourism minister said. ¡°If you are thinking of the owner''s register, minister, then forget it. His majesty''s father allowed it to be registered under a pseudonym for security purposes.¡± ¡°I realise that I have known of your grandmother and yourself, highness, but have no idea about the rest of your family.¡± ¡°That is good, and fills me with hope that I can continue to enjoy the relative freedoms I have as Claire du Basse-Monaco,¡± she said. ¡°I warned a reporter earlier today that it is not at all wise to look into my family history. I have other titles, minister, other lands, and a publicly known connection between them would mean that my ability to socialise at university would be severely limited. If you feel you must know, I will tell you but I will first ask for your oath of secrecy.¡± ¡°How is it not wise to look into your family history?¡± ¡°Because the princess''s father is a man who is not sure who all of his enemies are or where they hide,¡± Rudolph said, ¡°and is protective of his daughter.¡± ¡°With due respect to his majesty, his throne, and our lovely home,¡± Arianne added, ¡°I''ll say that my friend probably views her present status as next in line to Monaco as an inconvenient problem.¡± ¡°I certainly wish my cousin a long life and many healthy Godly children,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°I think we''ve strayed off the topic of this meeting,¡± Herv¨¦ said. ¡°But the present line of conversation does raise another issue postponed from an earlier meeting, your majesty,¡± the tourism minister said, ¡°whether some changes to your social calendar might assist in your search for a queen.¡± ¡°Gentlemen, I said before I have no desire of being surrounded by a crowd of young women attempting to out-flirt each other. I said I would not subject myself and them to that, and my resolve remains strong. That item was not postponed it was rejected.¡± ¡°Your majesty, with respect, you must marry,¡± the transport minister said. ¡°Oh, I most certainly hope to.¡± ¡°Your highness, Mademoiselle Dubois,¡± the tourism minister begged, ¡°can you not persuade his majesty that he must meet new people in a social setting if he is to form a new special friendship?¡± ¡°I approve in general of meeting new people, but don''t think I''d like Herv¨¦ to do such an inconstant thing as form a new special friendship,¡± Arianne said, reaching out her hand to Herv¨¦. He accepted it, kissed it and stood, drawing her up to stand beside him. As the ministers eyes popped out he said ¡°Ministers, last year, I freely admit I took a foolish turn and I have repented of it. When I was five, my great aunt, the princess of Basse-Monaco, taught me a valuable lesson about what duty was, making me hold a baby girl, barely six weeks old, in the home of her tenants and warning me that duty to others was something you could not forget, even for a moment. Four and a half years ago that young woman taught me another lesson in that same house, about not asking for ice cream when all I had to hold it in was my hands. I came home and told my mother I''d met the woman I would marry, but I''d misjudged her age and my mother told me not to be silly, I couldn''t marry a thirteen year old. I said I''d like to invite her to the palace, and my mother said I should wait five years ¡ª until she was at least eighteen ¡ª until I did. When my cousin told me she was coming to Monaco, and invited me to join her for lunch, I said no, I would invite her and all her party to the palace. And so Arianne Dubois has come to my house after all these years. And I am as determined to not hurt her now as I was when I first cradled her in my arms nineteen years ago. I must be patient as she has to finish her university course, but you should expect to see her at meetings whenever she is in Monaco, as I help her understand what it is I expect to ask her to share with me.¡± ¡°If any should think to question Arianne''s social rank, cousin, ministers, you may inform them that marquise Arianne Dubois was made so by my grandmother. I''ve never heard Arianne speak of it since, but I witnessed it.¡± ¡°I did not feel worthy of such a high honour, your highness, and it does not help much when doing housework, making ice-cream or writing essays.¡± ¡°But it does help when talking to officials and arranging accommodation at universities, your ladyship,¡± Rudolph pointed out, ¡°not to mention arranging for protection from overly inquisitive press.¡± ¡°I don''t see why it should.¡± ¡°Because, Lady Arianne,¡± Herv¨¦ said, ¡°you are not, as you described yourself a ''poor girl'', even if you think of yourself as one. You are a noble of high rank, and so automatically a target of press intrusion. Cousin, your grandmother registered letters patent with my parents, I presume?¡± ¡°I assume so, but I didn''t see it happen.¡± ¡°Then ministers, if you will excuse us? If an oversight has been made, then it should be rectified before the princess leaves us.¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 11: Chartering

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 11:Chartering

The palace, Berne, Sunday, 20th Jan 2278 ¡°Mother, allow me to present his majesty, king Herv¨¦ of Monaco, and lady Arianne Dubois, the Marquise of upper Basse-Monaco, and my bible-study group leader. Arianne never told me she was granted a title four years ago.¡± ¡°Would it have changed anything?¡± Arianne asked. ¡°Probably not,¡± Rudolph said, shrugging. ¡°Welcome, your majesty. Rudolph said I''d have another royal visitor today, I was half expecting the Tsar or Tsarina.¡± ¡°Maybe another trip, your majesty.¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Herv¨¦ has said I can use his quay, so I''ll probably be doing that quite a bit, otherwise there might be some questions about what Svetlana of Russia is doing in Swizerland quite so much.¡± ¡°But there won''t be about Monaco?¡± ¡°It is known at home that we''ve had holidays there. I suppose I could try to set up some collaborative project between the two oceanographic institutes or similar. But I''m going to be busy enough as it is. Anyway,¡± she said, holding Rudolph''s hand, ¡°in case you hadn''t noticed, my cousin and my friend are holding hands quite a lot, and they think it''ll be tough for Arianne to study if she''s being hounded by the press.¡± ¡°But you don''t expect that problem?¡± ¡°Personally, I don''t know I''ll be able to finish my degree anyway. It''s going to be hard to, for a number or reasons. I hope ¡ª assuming we don''t break up ¡ª I''ll be able to be part of the exchange programme here, or Rudolph will be able to do his final year in Russia, but sometime, someone is going to work out Claire is also crown princess Svetlana, and then I won''t be able to study at the imperial university any more.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± Arianne asked. ¡°My father''s security concerns, and my integrity. I would not trust the lecturers to give me less than ninety percent if I handed in a blank sheet of paper instead of an essay. Also, I would not be surprised to be ostracised by staff and most of the other students.¡± ¡°Why would that happen?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°Fear. Fear of insulting me, fear of becoming a target because of me, fear that they had or might accidentally cross the line which made them subject to the death sentence because of their links to me.¡± ¡°I think you exaggerate, highness.¡± Krista said. ¡°I''m glad, I''m just extrapolating based on what happened to mother when she started getting regular invitations to the palace.¡± ¡°Which reminds me,¡± Rudolph said, ¡°Will Claire du Basse-Monaco be renting a room like other students?¡± ¡°I will be living at my family home, which is to say the home my mother grew up in, the St Petersburg residence of the duke and duchess of Moscow.¡± ¡°And the duke and duchess of Moscow are also your parents?¡± ¡°No, my mother was married by the time my grandmother died, so that became my title too.¡± ¡°But it''s known that the duchess of Moscow''s daughter married the Tsar, surely?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°Ah, but which one? Grandmother had three daughters after all, and each of my aunts have at least one daughter. Mother was the eldest daughter, but us girls are all roughly the same age. It varies, but there will be three us staying there next year, and there''s quite a strong family resemblance.¡± ¡°How strong?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°If they decided to trick you, highness, you might struggle to recognise which one is which until they started talking.¡± Krista said. ¡°My cousins didn''t have anyone like I had Arianne to get me speaking French properly,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Anyway, we''ve strayed off topic, mother. Do you think Arianne could be offered some protection from curious reporters?¡± ¡°Some protection, of course. At the moment would something like some lens-detectors around her residence and number to call if she finds she''s getting hounded be sufficient?¡± she asked Herv¨¦. ¡°I''m sure it would, Arianne?¡± ¡°Yes, thank you, your majesty.¡±
Analysis department, Security, Restored Kingdom, Wednesday 23th Jan 2278 Eliza, understudy for the position of head of fieldwork, was dressed soberly today. At least, more soberly than she often was. She looked rather like she''s stepped off the set of a historical film. That was quite normal, but today she was more dressed as a minor bit-player rather than the main character. She claimed that it was all an elaborate disguise, and her friends smiled and agreed that she certainly didn''t look like a normal security agent. Since her friends included their majesties, her unusual dress code was deemed acceptable. Her reasons for any particular outfit were never made clear except to her immediate family, but that didn''t prevent a little lighthearted competition between people to guess what she''d be wearing the next day. ¡°Hi, Eliza!¡± Karen and George Kray greeted her, ¡°Special request?¡± ¡°Yes. Princess Claire of Basse-Monaco.¡± ¡°Err, who?¡± ¡°Exactly. What we know is that the photographer who took photographs of her and her new boy-friend, prince Rudolph of Switzerland, got himself drunk that night and was heard to say things like ''don''t try to find out who she is, it''s dangerous,'' ''you''ll regret it if you cross the feudal princess'', ''make sure you park legally'', and ''forget it, I''m better drunk than dead for upsetting the Tsar.'' Feudal princess is certainly a good description of the princess of Basse-Monaco, and there has been a flurry of activity in that part of the world.¡± ¡°Excuse my ignorance,¡± George said, ¡°where is Basse-Monaco?¡± ¡°Monaco''s newest bit of land and biggest beach,¡± Karen supplied. ¡°Oh, agents in Berne have also turned up another bit of gossip that the king of Monaco visited the Helvetic republic the day after the photographer got drunk, and that he''s officially requested protection from press intrusion of his new girl-friend, Arianne Dubois, marquise of Upper Basse-Monaco.¡± ¡°There''s that place again.¡± George said. ¡°Different girl?¡± ¡°Apparently. This one''s a leader of the Bible-study at the university Christian union where prince Rudolph is a member.¡± ¡°And this is all relevant to national security?¡± Karen asked. ¡°Their highnesses are due to be in Monaco in two weeks'' time, and your mother would like to know what on Earth is happening down there.¡± Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. ¡°And I presume there is a reason we need to be sneaky rather than just asking?¡± Karen asked. ¡°Yes. The mention of the Tsar, and a little reference to a mer space-submarine docking at the Monaco royal quay on Saturday afternoon.¡± ¡°I don''t suppose prince Rudolph was in Atlantis over the new year, was he?¡± Karen asked. ¡°He was, and she confirmed that they met there.¡± ¡°So if Tsarevna Svetlana is also known as Princess Claire....¡± Karen said. ¡°Then all would be revealed and asking would be rather rude,¡± Eliza concluded. ¡°Not to mention worrying for her,¡± George said, ¡°if we''re able to see through her alias so quickly.¡± ¡°That too. But if princess Claire is some other Russian noblewoman we don''t know much about, and let''s face it, there are a lot of them, then we''d like to build up a profile on her.¡± ¡°So, we''re looking at internal historical records, nothing from the public network,¡± George said. ¡°Exactly. Except of course that communications have their network archive,¡± Eliza said. ¡°Do we ask them to look at it from the bottom floor?¡± Karen asked. ¡°Absolutely,¡± Eliza agreed. ¡°OK, we''ll write some nice questions for communications,¡± George said.
Imperial Palace, Russia, 8.30am, Thursday 24th Jan 2278 ¡°Thank you for coming, chief-truthsayer,¡± Svetlana greeted the nervous man. He was about thirty, Svetlana judged. ¡°I am at your imperial highness''s command,¡± he replied. ¡°That''s nice. I had an interesting conversation with Sarah Williams over the new year. I presume you recognise her name?¡± ¡°Yes, your imperial highness.¡± ¡°For future reference, you may simply use ''highness'' as a vocative, after the first mention of imperial in a conversation. Remember that, because I anticipate that there will be future meetings. So far, the Truthsayer Association has operated in Russia as a private provider of expert advice to employers.¡± ¡°Yes, highness.¡± ¡°That will change. My imperial father has granted you this charter, modeled on the key elements within the original charter agreed to by their majesties of the Restored Kingdom. Does that fill you with excitement or dread? I hope the former.¡± ¡°Err,¡± he said, evidently flustered. ¡°Not all the terms and conditions are the same, however, I believe you will not find the differences detrimental to your operations. One key factor is that, given the sad state of our society, the Imperial Truthsayers will be permitted a greater tolerance for past payments of bribes. My personal suggestion is you allow something for example payment of a bribe to access legitimate services where the bureaucrat concerned was clearly overstepping their authority by refusing access without a bribe, but the person felt they had no option. But in any case, you will provide your definition as to what is acceptable and once I have seen and approved that definition then the charter will become active. You may of course discuss this with your present members and your international colleagues. Another key difference is that Imperial Truthsayers will act as final arbiters of guilt in cases of corruption within the legal system.¡± She stopped to let that thought sink in. ¡°Your highness, I... I don''t know if I understand,¡± he stuttered. ¡°You have demonstrated that you are willing to take a stand against corruption. Good. I approve, and my father approves. Unfortunately, our legal system is corrupt. Where there is doubt about the guilt of a judge, the Imperial Truthsayers will interview the accusers and the accused, and while not invading the mental privacy of the subjects, you will determine the truth and extenuating circumstances if there are any. Sentencing will be a matter for the member of the royal court ¡ª probably a minor royal ¡ª overseeing the case. Since there are a number of cases waiting for your attention, you will be busy.¡± ¡°We are at your command, highness.¡± ¡°Willingly, or just because you have to say that?¡± she asked. ¡°Nervously, highness, but willingly.¡± ¡°Since you will be facing the rich and powerful, you will be offered bribes, I''m sure. The penalty for accepting a bribe would be bad, I assure you, and I have the agreement from people you have been in contact with, via the Chartered Association of Truthsayers, that one day each month it will be, as I believe they call it, a bad day to be a corrupt truthsayer.¡± ¡°You are well informed, highness.¡± ¡°I had the privilege of talking to her majesty queen Karella Farspeaker. I fully understand the others'' desire to remain anonymous, but it was most reassuring to actually speak to one with the gift.¡± ¡°Yes, highness. I admit I did seek some reassurance before coming.¡± ¡°Deciding you wouldn''t flee when you received my invitation?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°You do not surprise me, but I assure you you are in no danger from me. What did they say?¡± ¡°That it was not some trap, highness.¡± ¡°Oh, it will be a trap for the corrupt, I assure you. So, when you are offered a bribe, and you report such an attempt ¡ª honestly, of course ¡ª the offered bribe will be taken into account in the sentence of the guilty party, and truthsayers active in the legal area will each receive a share. You will also, of course, receive appropriate compensation for your time and the additional risks you face. I pray you are able to keep your true identities safe.¡± ¡°Highness?¡± Olga interjected, ¡°does the head-truthsayer become someone with right to seek an interview?¡± ¡°Absolutely. If at any time you or your successor feels you need to discuss something with me in person you may seek an appointment ¡ª contact Olga. If a face to face meeting is not required, but there is something you wish to inform me or to ask, send me a message via Olga. For security purposes, I will not engage in a spoken discussion by wrist unit. If Olga is not available, you may discuss the issue with any of my ladies in waiting. If there is a very urgent matter and I am not available, you may tell the switchboard you have been granted the right of petition, and send a message to my mother or my father. If you believe your life is in danger, or that of your family, you may claim refuge in my name at any royal residence. Do not abuse these rights, but they are yours.¡± ¡°I would just approach the guards and say I claim refuge as you had told me I could?¡± He couldn''t mask his incredulity. ¡°Yes. I warn you that you will probably be put in some kind of cell until I can be contacted, but it will be a safe cell. If they try to move you to a police station or some other place, repeat that I have said you could claim refuge at any royal residence and a police station is not a royal residence.¡± ¡°This right is only for me?¡± ¡°You as the person most likely to be at risk. You have a wedding ring. Your wife is a truthsayer?¡± ¡°Yes, highness.¡± ¡°She may also claim all the rights I have given you in her own right, ensure she has Olga''s number. I would like to meet her too, when you bring me the definition of what you''ll accept. If there is a truthsayer who needs refuge because of their work against corrupt judges, you or she may claim refuge on their behalf, and with them their immediate family.¡± ¡°Imperial highness, I thank you. I hope you will accept my apologies for my distrust.¡± ¡°It''s only natural. I hope you and your successors never need to use this right. You should know that when you do choose a successor, they gain these rights, and you lose them, but if you have had the right of refuge for more than five years it is yours for life. May I pray for you before you go?¡± ¡°Certainly, highness.¡±
Home of the head-truthsayer, St Petersburg. 11am, Thursday 24th Jan 2278 ¡°You are home from the office early,¡± Sofia, his wife greeted him. ¡°I was not at work.¡± ¡°No? Overcoming your fears and going to the palace was not work?¡± ¡°You knew?¡± ¡°You fretted about it, and about me finding out, all last night,¡± Sofia said. ¡°I didn''t want you to worry,¡± ¡°The Tsarevna has been granted a peace-submarine, husband. I did not believe she would wish you ill.¡± ¡°She prayed for me, and gave me this, us this.¡± he handed her the charter. ¡°An imperial charter!¡± she exclaimed. ¡°We ¡ª you and I ¡ª have the right to seek refuge in any royal residence, for ourselves or if we go with them for any member and their family involved in prosecuting judges. I have the right of asking for an interview or sending a message to the Tsarevna. Those truthsayers who wish to are to judge corruption cases in the judiciary, protect mental privacy, and speak truth to a royal court. And we are allowed to define our own rules on who we will accept. The Tsarevna has been talking to Sarah Williams and also to Karella Farspeaker. Head office ¡ª the chartered association ¡ª have agreed that we can do this. And then she prayed for me, for us.¡± ¡°Who, Sarah?¡± ¡°No, the Tsarevna. She knows the Lord, I''m sure.¡± ¡°You might be mistaken, husband.¡± ¡°She prayed for all truthsayers who would work against the evil of corruption, and that the light of the gospel will shine in our country, that people will reject sin, repent and come to trust Christ''s sacrifice and accept him a Lord of their lives.¡± ¡°OK, maybe you''re not mistaken,¡± his wife agreed. ¡°She also prayed for us, for our marriage, and that our marriage would be blessed with life-long love, the knowledge and love of God, and with children of strong faith.¡± ¡°Amen.¡± ¡°I find myself feeling hopeful, my wife, hopeful for our country, hopeful for our future.¡± ¡°And hopeful in other ways too, my brave husband, who entered the den of the lioness and found a sister in Christ?¡± ¡°I do hope for children,¡± he agreed. ¡°So, we have three things to do. We have to call a meeting to tell them about all these developments, we have to pray for those in power over us, and we have to see what we can do about fulfilling our hopes. You have been worrying too much lately, and not getting enough sleep.¡± ¡°I know that, and I''m getting forgetful ¡ª you''re to come to the next meeting with her.¡± ¡°So, was she pretty?¡± ¡°Pretty? Maybe under the layers of ornamentation and symbolisations of power there''s a pretty teenager, but I didn''t notice. And why should I look at a girl who''s barely grown up when I have you, delight of my eyes?¡± ¡°Come and be delighted then. Then you can sleep and I''ll call a special meeting.¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 12: Parking

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 12:Parking

Truthsayer''s office, St Petersburg, 10am, Friday 23rd Jan 2278 A young woman, dressed in defiantly French fashion despite the weather knocked on the door and entered with another young woman trailing after her, who was dressed more sensibly. Before the man in a mask behind the desk could ask how he could help, she said ¡°Bonjour. You may not help me,¡± in French-accented Russian. ¡°I require a female truthsayer, preferably a believing Christian, for this afternoon, some time next week and the week after also, and probably on an occasional basis after that. She will be someone who can keep her thoughts under control and her mouth shut.¡± ¡°A series of job interviews?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°May I ask the purpose?¡± ¡°Do you have someone available?¡± ¡°I believe it could be arranged, Madam.¡± ¡°Highness.¡± Svetlana corrected, ¡°I am princess Claire of Basse-Monaco, you may address me as highness.¡± ¡°I apologise highness, if I might know the purpose? It would help me to decide who to ask.¡± ¡°My privacy is important to me,¡± she said, and looked at him and decided he could know she wanted help learning to avoid making decisions near truthsayers. ¡°That sort of training takes a lot of time, your highness.¡± ¡°Select someone with plenty of it then. It will be a single person, not a team. Give him the address, and instructions please, Krista.¡± ¡°Certainly, highness,¡± Krista said and wrote the address down for him. ¡°It is in a high security area. There will be police guards; they will require identification and check her for hard objects which will be examined. Tell the truthsayer this, and remind her to only carry only her truthsayer I.D. If she wears a wrist unit, she will be required to make a call with it, at which point an A.I. will access the subscriber information and its call history, to check for unsavory connections. The system should not leak data to the guards, but I have heard rumours it is not as secure as it should be, so it would be better if she did not bring one. Unless she wants a special one just for her visits, of course. At the end of the afternoon, she will have access to a phone to call the office here to arrange someone to pick her up. I don''t know but she should assume that phone is bugged. Once past the guards, she should go straight ahead to the yellow house, and knock on the white door. The guards on the gate will be expecting her but should not be willing to give instructions of where she should go based on anyone''s name.¡± ¡°So she needs to remember yellow house, white door.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Krista agreed.
Duchess of Moscow square, St Petersburg, Friday 23rd January Sofia, truthsayer wife of the chief-truthsayer followed the instructions carefully and looked around. Big houses, small mansions in fact, lined the square. It was obviously a place where the rich and powerful lived, and the yellow house was the most impressive of the lot. Her husband had described the security procedures in place as identical to the palace, and she began to guess why: this was probably where the Tsar''s relatives lived. She gingerly approached the house, spotted the white door, and knocked. It was opened only a few seconds later by a young woman dressed much as any other teenager might be. ¡°Hi, come in,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°Any problems at the gate?¡± ¡°None at all. You are her highness of Basse-Monaco''s lady in waiting?¡± ¡°No,¡± Svetlana grinned, ¡°I''m the princess of Basse-Monaco. But I''m at home and relaxed and would like you to call me Claire. I also have a number of other titles, but don''t bother about those. Oh, in case you get curious, I''ll warn you that I am a relative of his Imperial Majesty the Tsar, and so trying to look up my other titles or family will probably get you a visit from the Secret Services. So please just think of me as Claire du Basse-Monaco.¡± ¡°I was told you spoke with a French accent,¡± Sofia said, puzzled. ¡°I can if you like. I can also play the haughty autocrat if you want me to.¡± ¡°My associate was concerned about that as well.¡± ¡°And yet you came, thank you.¡± ¡°We do not have so many jobs that I can turn down a multiple day one.¡± ¡°You are nevertheless showing some bravery. That was my intention.¡± ¡°I do wonder why,¡± Sofia said, showing more bravery. ¡°Because if some secrets leak, someone who was not brave might panic. As for your work levels, those will probably change when the charter comes into force.¡± ¡°How...? Oh.¡± ¡°Her Imperial Highness Crown Princess Svetlana can be a pain at times, but she keeps me informed of things. Hence my visit, actually. You''re going to be busy soon.¡± ¡°I pray we''re not going to regret seeking the charter.¡± ¡°You applied for one?¡± ¡°Two years ago.¡± ¡°How am I doing at avoiding decisions?¡± ¡°I heard you decide to ask that now, just before that, you decided not to tell me something, but I didn''t hear what, which surprises me. You have quite good control.¡± ¡°But not good enough.¡± ¡°What you wish to do is very hard, highness.¡± ¡°Claire,¡± Svetlana corrected. ¡°As you wish, Kler,¡± she said, not quite getting the pronunciation right, ¡°May I ask why you wish to mark yourself out as different? Thought-hearers are used to ignoring irrelevant decisions.¡± ¡°I have too many secrets, I wish them to remain that way, not just for my sake - it would be inconvenient for me, but not a disaster ¡ª but for the sake someone who overhears me thinking something and accidentally blurts it out in surprise. It''s either that or wear a sign around my neck saying ''danger, thought hearers stay away.'' And that''s not very fashionable.¡± ¡°You consider yourself a danger to thought-hearers?¡± ¡°Don''t you think I should?¡± Svetlana said, ¡°When someone publicly blurting out another name or another title I hold could get them thrown in prison? I have, according to instructions I received, mentally rehearsed how this conversation might go, made decisions beforehand what I would or wouldn''t tell you, and so on. But I can''t do that all the time, there are not enough hours in the day. I do not want you to know the secrets I''m trying to keep from people, but this is a safe place for you to react with surprise, if you do learn anything I think you shouldn''t. If you don''t think you can keep dangerous-to-you secrets, you may leave, without penalty and with full payment.¡± ¡°Thank you, Kler. I will not leave.¡± ¡°I said you were brave.¡± ¡°I find myself too curious.¡± ¡°About me? About dangerous secrets? About Basse-Monaco? About life on the edge of power? About my social life? We are now off-script. I ask that you teach me what you can, and I will try to practice, as part of that, I imagine we will have to do a lot of talking. How is your relationship with God?¡± ¡°This morning I prayed that some work would come my way, that I would not have to take up the court work the charter speaks of, or if I did then I would not be so afraid. God is Good.¡± ¡°He is. I have been warned not to base my faith on sight, on answered prayers. But I thank God he heard your first prayer, and perhaps I can also help with the second, if your fear is basically a fear of being near royalty.¡± ¡°Or upsetting royalty?¡± ¡°Svetlana is in favour of the greater role of truthsayers. His imperial majesty the Tsar is not opposed, her majesty the Tsarina agrees with her daughter. Do your job well and you have little to fear.¡± ¡°But still it took two years for the application to be granted.¡± ¡°It took perhaps ten minutes. I suspect your original application arrived at a very inconvenient time or, more likely, was conveniently lost before it reached his Imperial Majesty. If you wish, there is a procedure for finding out.¡± ¡°How complicated is the procedure?¡± Sofia asked. ¡°I judge an appropriate time, and ask his Imperial majesty if he recollects anything similar, about two years ago. It would be better if you could get me a copy of the application, of course.¡± ¡°And the appropriate time?¡± ¡°Probably just after a senior judge has been found guilty.¡± ¡°Your highness, do you know, might the terms of the charter be changed?¡± Sofia asked. ¡°Tell me of your objection,¡± ¡°It is not my objection, but some members are not happy with the thought of royal oversight. I and some others wonder what that means, since other clauses say only members can see the membership list.¡± ¡°Ah, that one. So far you have no unlisted members with titles, I expect, or if you do, then they keep their titles secret. When they join you, your leader or leaders will know their name and title, others will not. They will be the ones to provide oversight, as it has been in other nations. Until that time, the oversight will be less direct.¡± ¡°You are well informed.¡± ¡°I try to be, yes.¡± ¡°You decided not to say you were cousins with the crown princess.¡± ¡°What should I have done?¡± ¡°The trick is to think about your options, but not reject any, just select the one you''re going to say.¡± ¡°I''d need to become indecisive?¡± Svetlana asked, horrified. ¡°I don''t think that''d be possible, Kler.¡± Sofia said, ¡°I''m suggesting that while you''re choosing what to say, you rank ideas. Deciding ''I''m not going to tell her that, or that or that.'' is the problem. Decisions are loud, louder than normal thought, it is possible for a thought hearer to try to listen to every decision, but it''s like trying to listen and categorize every conversation in a crowded room, it''s exhausting and you get a headache. The brain is very good, however at ignoring things that are boring. In a crowded room, you can tune into what one person is saying. I don''t think that''s possible with thought-hearing, but we do tune out all the general chatter. But if someone says something aggressive in the crowded room, that gets heard, or mentions your name. It''s much more like that. If you keep your thoughts boring, then accidental overhearing won''t happen.¡± An inner door burst open, ¡°Lana, can I borrow your hairbrush? Mine''s vanished. Oh, oops. Sorry.¡± ¡°Truthsayer, meet my cousin, Nadiya. Nadiya, say hello to truthsayer 2517, then look on top of the bag of rice, for some reason.¡± ¡°Really? Oh, yes, I got a message I just had to read. Hi,¡± Nadiya said, ¡°Urm, why are you talking to a truthsayer, Lana?¡± ¡°The truthsayer is here to help me learn to hide my identity when I''m being Claire Du Basse-Monaco; like now.¡± ¡°Err. Sorry Claire. I''ll run away and hide in terror, then, shall I?¡± ¡°No. Since you''re here, you might as well stay. The truthsayer was just telling me about keeping my thoughts boring and general chit-chat. Not deciding to dose your underwear with itching powder just before you go on stage in front of thousands, just considering the option.¡± ¡°You wouldn''t!¡± Nadiya, said, going white. ¡°Of course I wouldn''t. Firstly someone told me recently that vengeance belongs to God and I''m no sort of Christian if I go stealing from him, and secondly you''re family and we don''t publicly embarrass family.¡± ¡°You had me worried there,¡± Nadiya said, looking relieved. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. ¡°The other thing the truthsayer said was that some of her fellow members were worried about the royal oversight clause.¡± ¡°Me too,¡± Nadiya said. ¡°Do I have to?¡± ¡°Nadiya, that was careless,¡± Svetlana said, and turned to the truthsayer. ¡°I apologise for my cousin''s lack of self control, truthsayer. I expect you didn''t need to know that.¡± ¡°I am the membership secretary, Kler. So if, as I suspect, Nadiya is to join us, I expect I do need to know. I further suspect you are also called Svetlana.¡± ¡°You are correct. Claire and Svetlana mean roughly the same thing. You may call me Svetlana if you wish, but in this part of the world people seem to automatically think that means I''m Crown Princess Svetlana, and in Monaco I am known as Claire. ¡°Basse-Monaco is part of Monaco?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I now display my ignorance and wonder where Monaco is.¡± ¡°A pretty little piece of land squashed between France and the Mediterranean sea, close to the Italian border. Basse-Monaco is mostly the beach, however there is a family living there too. They live in upper-Basse-Monaco, and my grandmother made my language coach and friend the Marquise of there, which could have caused complications if she''d tried to levy a tax on her parents.¡± ¡°Your grandmother was princess of Basse-Monaco before you?¡± ¡°Yes. I inherited another title from her too, but let''s not worry about that one. I''m not sure which title outranks which, but being princess of a beach is more fun. I heard yesterday that my recently passed parking law has let my bailiffs there impound ten illegally parked high performance sports-cars, and rather than just pay up, the owners have decided to fight me in the courts. Which means all the more income for my little principality, not to mention the bailiffs. If the courts take long enough I might end up with some sports cars to auction, but they''ve already doubled their fine.¡± ¡°You don''t think you''ll possibly lose the case?¡± Nadiya asked. ¡°I shouldn''t. The parking fines were clearly displayed, and the border is clearly marked. Plus of course, Monaco''s reinvented archaic laws give me the right to have them flogged or reduced to serfdom if they insult me. I''m a bit tempted to go there so they have the opportunity to.¡± ¡°Reinvented archaic laws?¡± Sofia asked. ¡°I''ve been doing some research. At the start of the age of chaos, Monaco was a principality with democratic laws. By the end, it was technically a feudal monarchy.¡± ¡°Interesting place to be a ruler,¡± Nadiya said. ¡°Oh yes! But until I passed the law about illegal parking, the only source of income was ice-cream sales in the summer. Almost all of that income fed the family that made them. So I couldn''t actually live there without reducing my friend to poverty through higher rents.¡± ¡°Couldn''t you have made an exception for her family, and get the rest of your tenants to pay more?¡± Sofia asked. ¡°What other tenants? Like I said, it''s almost all beach. One house, one small car park, one ice-cream hut, one guy with deck-chairs to rent in the summer. But soon, a youth-hostel, bigger car park and a small campsite. Especially if I get more idiots parking their lovely expensive cars there.¡± ¡°Why does the value matter? A parking fine''s a parking fine,¡± Nadiya asked. ¡°Two percent of the car''s part-exchange value, per day or part,¡± Svetlana said, grinning. ¡°So the family with an old car pay me a bit, but the obnoxiously rich banker flaunting his wealth with a brand new twin turbine fuel-guzzling machine gets to help pay for my new building project. Ten of them at once, and the project''s at least a quarter funded already, I think, and my previously poor tenants can replace the odd luxury or two.¡± ¡°Forgive me highness, I didn''t think royalty were supposed to be in favour of the redistribution of wealth.¡± Sofia said. ¡°It''s charity, truthsayer. Just think of it as enforced charity from the upper-middle classes. And anyway, cash-strapped monarchs are very bad news for the populace, ask any history professor.¡± ¡°Claire, how much are your tenants getting from the illegal parking?¡± Nadiya asked. ¡°Fifty percent seemed fair at the time. After all, they do the work. All I did is write some laws that should have been in place for decades.¡±
High court of Monaco, 5pm ¡°Your honour, thank you for opportunity to address this court. My clients are being deprived of their personal properly and faced with an extortionate so-called fine by the self-designated bailiffs of Basse-Monaco, which is a complete joke. The fee demanded is clearly entirely out of proportion for the nature of the offence, not to mention the cost of removing the clamp, and in any case this holding to ransom of their vehicles is entirely uncalled for. I humbly request you grant an order requiring the immediate release of my client''s vehicle and punitive damages.¡± ¡°Your honour, might I ask a clarification?¡± Svetlana''s lawyer asked. ¡°Does the lawyer for the appellants claim that the appointment of the bailiffs of Basse-Monaco is a joke, the name of the region, or the region itself?¡± ¡°The very concept of a semi-autonomous region within Monaco is a joke! Why has there been no legal action against this extortionist who sets herself up as a princess?¡± ¡°On behalf of her royal highness of Basse-Monaco, I ask that that insult not be entered into the court record and instead it show that a disrespectful remark was made towards a high noble of this kingdom,¡± the lawyer said. ¡°Granted,¡± the judge agreed. ¡°I also ask that after this waste of court time has been brought to a swift conclusion, this lawyer be sanctioned for his scandalous insult towards her royal highness.¡± ¡°Her royal highness is present?¡± the judge asked. ¡°I am present electronically,¡± Svetlana said, from the telepresence unit in the spectator''s gallery, ¡°and while I hold no personal enmity towards this clearly ignorant man, the whole case seems to me to be an attempt to undermine my legal and constitutional authority to enact laws over my fiefdom and appoint such councillors and officers as I so wish. To my mind that sounds rather like sedition. I thus feel compelled to require that the lawyer presenting the case and these men and this woman, in whose name it was brought, should be arrested on suspicion of commissioning that crime, so that wiser minds than mine may determine if indeed it has been sedition under the legal definition, and who bears the blame.¡± ¡°Thank you your highness,¡± the judge said, ¡°I was indeed about to respond that this court has no power to overrule the law, and the law of Basse-Monaco is clear. Case dismissed as spurious, all costs shall be borne by the appellants. Council for the appellants shall pay damages to her royal highness for the insult given. Damages shall be equal to five working days of his average income over the last six months, full accounts will to presented to this court within two weeks. Given the ease with which they might flee the country to escape justice, the appellants arrested at her highness''s order shall have no opportunity for bail.¡±
News report, Monaco news, Friday 23rd January. Nine foreigners held for seditious court case A case was today brought before the high court of Monaco that can be summarised as being ''we believe that Basse-Monaco is a joke, and even if there is a princess of Basse-Monaco, her officials do not have the right to enforce her laws about illegal parking.'' [permission has been kindly given by her royal highness princess Claire du Basse-Monaco to print this toned-down version of the insult.] The complainants objected to the scale of the fine being linked to the (trade-in) value of their illegally parked super-cars. Rather than placing a fixed fee fine which the average working class family would find eye-wateringly painful and the ultra-rich a minor inconvenience, the princess elected last week to impose a fine related to the value of the illegally parked vehicle, so that the deterrent would be noticeable to all owners of private vehicles. Attacking the right of a local government to make parking laws was never going to be the most intelligent move made in a court room, but things went from bad to worse for the people bringing the case because the princess had arranged to be telepresent in the courtroom''s public gallery to witness this historic first court case brought against her government. When the crown lawyer claimed insult on her behalf, she confirmed her presence and questioned whether his line of argument counted as sedition. The judge obviously agreed there was a case to be tried and denied bail. The case against the parking fines was of course dismissed and the fines continue to accumulate.
The palace, Monaco, 7.45pm ¡°You ordered they be arrested for sedition?¡± Arianne asked. ¡°Yes.¡± Svetlana replied over the telepresence unit, ¡°And then the judge felt they might skip town and so ordered them held without bail.¡± ¡°Good man, that judge,¡± Herv¨¦ commented. ¡°Doesn''t stand for much nonsense in his court. When they''re found guilty, any idea what you want to do to them?¡± ¡°No. Certainly not enslaved or flogged. I think that''d be too severe for trying to escape a parking fine.¡± Svetlana said. ¡°They do have goods illegally on your land, cousin,¡± Herv¨¦ pointed out, grinning, ¡°you could require them to hand them over.¡± ¡°I don''t want it to seem like I did it for the cars or the money, Herv¨¦. Nor do I want to cause international outrage. They''re all foreigners, after all. The local guy paid his fine this morning.¡± ¡°Highness,¡± Arianne started. ¡°Yes, your ladyship?¡± ¡°Oh all right then, Claire, do you actually want to insist on a trial? If they are found guilty of sedition then there aren''t many options.¡± ¡°You want me to drop charges?¡± Claire asked. ¡°I was wondering if you''d be willing to offer them a royal pardon.¡± ¡°After discussions with his majesty?¡± ¡°Why can''t Arianne get the glory?¡± Herv¨¦ asked. ¡°Because you''re trying to avoid people knowing you''re going out aren''t you?¡± ¡°One of them''s Swiss isn''t he?¡± Arianne asked. ¡°I''ve actually no idea,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°One Swiss-German, one Swiss-French, three French, the woman is from Luxembourg, three Germans,¡± Herv¨¦ reported, ¡°mostly bankers, but the Swiss-German is in insurance, and the woman is apparently a professional photographer.¡± ¡°That must pay better than I think.¡± Arianne said. ¡°Daddy is a banker, apparently,¡± Herv¨¦ reported, ¡°and her car is pretty old, according to what Ren¨¦ sent. I''m guessing it was her twenty-first birthday present, or something.¡± ¡°Hmm. So maybe she can''t pay.¡± Arianne suggested. ¡°OK, but who planned it?¡± Svetlana asked, ¡°Are we talking about them just hiring a lawyer and asking him to get the fine reduced, did they dictate how to proceed or did they just listen with half an ear and say go for it?¡± ¡°Pretty traumatic experience if it was the first situation,¡± Herv¨¦ said. ¡°OK, OK, I''ll pardon them tonight if it looks at all like it was option one or three, and tomorrow if it''s option two. But unless we''re talking real hardship, they''re paying the fines. Three days now.¡± There was a knock on the door. ¡°Your majesty,¡± the royal secretary said, coming in. ¡°Sorry to disturb you, but the consuls from Germany, France and Luxembourg would like to talk to you urgently.¡± ¡°Marquise Arianne, you are my spokeswoman, I will be talking to Switzerland.¡±
Berne University, 8pm ¡°Rudolph? Clarie.¡± ¡°Hello! I thought you didn''t have a wrist unit, or even use them.¡± ¡°I don''t. But I''m at home, and I do have a land-line.¡± ¡°Oh, right. Do I get to know the number some time?¡± ¡°Hmmm, I''ll think about it. Have you heard what I did about two and a half hours ago?¡± ¡°Err, no.¡± ¡°A group of nine foreigners and one local parked illegally at seven in the evening on Wednesday night. Yesterday, they decided to go to court. The local guy then heard what line the lawyer was going to take and decided to pay up instead. The lawyer insulted me in court, calling me such things as a self-proclaimed princess and extortionist, which got him in trouble, but the rest of his argument was that Basse-Monaco didn''t have the right to clamp his clients'' cars, or set the fines I set. Hence the whole crowd are facing charges related to sedition. Three French, three Germans, one young woman from Luxembourg and a Swiss-French and a Swiss-German. Plus the lawyer, of course.¡± ¡°What nationality is the lawyer?¡± ¡°French, but he''s been a resident ten years. I don''t suppose you want to plead for me to pardon them do you? As Arianne pointed out, there''s not so many options if they do get convicted. And I don''t want to stir up an international incident.¡± ¡°Why do you need me to beg you to be kind then?¡± ¡°I guess it comes down to public relations.¡± ¡°Whose idea was it to take that line?¡± ¡°I don''t know. Oh, hold on, I''m getting called from Monaco. Can I call you back?¡± ¡°Of course. Remember, cheri, ¡ª peace as much as it depends on you.¡± ¡°Yes, exactly.¡±
The palace, Monaco, 8.10pm ¡°Hello, Claire,¡± Arianne said ¡°thanks for answering. I have information for you. ¡°The French consul says when they saw the Basse-Monaco sign they thought it was part of a joke, didn''t think to check, and they''re really really sorry. Luxembourg consul says that the photographer is absolutely distraught, that it''s her brother''s car not hers, and there''s no way she can pay even one day''s fine. She was here to photograph people at the party, as part of some project she''s working on, parked where she was told and thought the sign which said no overnight parking meant no charge overnight. She''s from the Dutch-speaking part, apparently, and failed French at school. She also says that she didn''t know what was going to be said, please please be merciful.¡± ¡°And the German-consul?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°Doesn''t think much of his compatriots attitude, but conveys their apologies, they claim they were just following the crowd, they weren''t involved in planning the case, etcetera etcetera. He is also new to the job and wishes to know details of our laws on sedition.¡± ¡°What do you think?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°I''m tempted to suggest you might want to haggle some kind of deal with the Luxembourg woman. I''ve seen her work before, it''s good. She''s one of those people who go somewhere exotic and tell a story mostly with pictures.¡± ¡°And you think that, say, she''d be willing to do something about life in Basse-Monaco, or something like that that''ll attract the right sort of tourists?¡± ¡°Or about our beneficent ruler.¡± ¡°I think Herv¨¦''s fed up with reporters.¡± ¡°I meant ours in the exclusive sense. As in princess Claire.¡± ¡°Oh, hmmm. probably not. I''ll think about it. She''s a good but penniless artist?¡± ¡°I expect she''s got money sometimes, but it''s not exactly a regular income, if you''re crafting your story for half a year.¡± ¡°I wonder what the current project is.¡± ¡°I have an invitation to interview her if I wish, complete with a truthsayer paid for by the Luxembourg embassy. I could ask.¡± ¡°I think that would be a good idea, if you can. Shouldn''t you be in Berne, by the way?¡± ¡°Herv¨¦ was very persuasive,¡± Arianne said, blushing, ¡°Well, he said ''can you come, please?''¡± ¡°Sorry to steal together-time from you then. Please check out her story, and then get her released on my authority assuming it''s reasonable. If she''s willing to sign an acknowledgement of the debt for the parking fine where she agrees that she''ll either pay it off over the next decade or come to some kind of mutually agreeable terms on a project where she''s basically working for me for almost no commission, then she can get the car released.¡± ¡°I can''t just walk up to the guards and say, ''she''s innocent, so on behalf of princess Claire, let her out'', surely?¡± ¡°Of course you can. I had her arrested, therefore she''s technically my prisoner. And you''re the marquise of upper Basse-Monaco, don''t let anyone insult you or intimidate you. You do have that ring my grandmother gave when you turned sixteen?¡± ¡°The big chunky brass one with the pretty picture on it? Yes.¡± ¡°The big chunky gold one with the seal of upper Basse-Monaco on it, you mean. Your ring of office.¡± ¡°Oh wow. Really?¡± ¡°Yes. Feel free to emboss some policeman''s head with it if they won''t listen to you. If in doubt, just talk to people like they''ve got no right to argue, and if they do, order someone else to arrest them for disrespect to a high noble and tell them you''re going to appeal to the king to ensure your noble rights are respected. It''s always worked for me.¡± ¡°You are a princess.¡± ¡°You might have noticed, Arianne; Monaco has one king and one princess, and we don''t have any dukes. After duke and duchess comes marquis and marquise, and then counts, and so on, so you outrank the count of Monte Carlo and everyone he loves to talk about outranking. In other words, my humble friend, although you don''t seem to realise it, for years you''ve been the third highest ranking noble in Monaco.¡± ¡°I thought....¡± she trailed off ¡°You''re sure I outrank the count?¡± ¡°History lesson: a marquis historically was a count of the march, that is to say a border guard, i.e. more trusted, more important. Monte Carlo has no land borders outside Monaco, you do, even if it''s not very long, so my grandmother decided that you ought to be marquise, and if I ever need to grant another title then it''ll be Count of Basse-Basse-Monaco, or maybe something non-hereditary like knight of the campsite. But in any case, you outrank them.¡± ¡°Thank you, Claire.¡± ¡°Oh, and if you feel that you''re above such things as running errands for me, you can always delegate to Ren¨¦. Technically he''s your vassal as well as mine, but getting him to acknowledge that might be tricky for family relationships.¡± ¡°Err, my parents too?¡± ¡°Technically, but I don''t recommend it. Oh, can you tell them about me being compassionate on the Luxembourg woman? Hopefully no one will moan. They''re still getting a sizeable sum.¡± ¡°They certainly are,¡± Arianne agreed. ¡°Oh, was there any more news on the Swiss pair?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°No. I''ll ask Ms Luxembourg.¡± ¡°That''s not her name is it?¡± Svetlana asked, surprised. ¡°No, I just forgot it.¡± ¡°That''s good. It''d be really embarrassing to have had a royal arrested for sedition.¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 13: Legal process

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 13:Legal process

News report, Monaco news, Saturday 26th January. Seven walk free before trial for sedition Following the intervention from his Majesty King Herv¨¦ and his advisers, the princess of Basse-Monaco has granted a pardon for seven of the ten expected to stand trial for sedition on Monday. Her spokeswoman, Arianne, marquise of upper Basse-Monaco, stated this morning: ''Her highness listened to statements from the prisoners concerning who commissioned the lawyer, and degrees of involvement of each concerned in planning the insulting and seditious line of reasoning in Friday''s court case. She released one prisoner last night on the basis that there was clearly no case to answer. She has also taken into account the requests of his majesty and foreign governments and also the apologies from six of the prisoners for their part in commissioning the lawyer, and after considering her response over-night pardoned them this morning with a warning to show proper respect in the future. The Swiss prisoners showed little remorse for their part and did not exercise their right to consular support. Furthermore, when contacted personally by her royal highness, the Swiss authorities requested that no exception to our legal process be granted, so that their own investigation could continue.'' The full nature of those investigations has not yet been made clear, but their vehicles, (still clocking up illegal parking fines) are being investigated by anti-narcotics experts. Passing observers said it looked like hidden compartments have been located in the luxury vehicles'' fuel tanks and interiors, and that the investigators had been heard to discuss traces of illegal substances. The beach caf¨¦ is enjoying the extra trade from interested by-standers as well as the investigating team, and in line with a recently granted license has started to serve full meals.
News report, Monaco news, Monday 27th January. Guilty as charged: Sedition In an unusual case this morning, Monaco''s most senior high court judge took the witness stand about events that had occurred in the same courtroom. There had been some speculation about whether the judge would also be trying the case, but given the severity of the charges the Lord Chief Justice was asked to come out of retirement to hear the case, and the case was held in front of a jury of twelve judges. Having heard the evidence, the jury took five minutes to reach a unanimous verdict that the (French) lawyer''s submission to court on Friday was indeed seditious, and that the (Swiss) plaintiffs had knowingly commissioned that seditious act, and indeed had been the main instigators of the action. The argument that they had not acted alone was dismissed on the basis that the others had received a royal pardon, holding them innocent of any act they may or may not have committed. Quite what made them think they could escape a parking fine by claiming the princess of Basse-Monaco had no authority over her land is not clear, but blood-tests show they had been consuming the drug known as ''Casino kick'', known to speed thought but also give the taker a clear sense of their own importance and unquestioning confidence in their decision-making. This was held up in court as a mitigating factor, but as there was no evidence at all that the drugs had been forced upon the men, or taken unaware of the side effects, the plea was ruled inadmissible. This is the first successful prosecution of sedition in two hundred years, and the law allows possible sentences of the excision of the guilty party''s tongue and public flogging, or confiscation of all property and permanent reduction to serfdom. Sentencing will occur on Wednesday.
News report, Monaco news, Wednesday 30th January. Cost of sedition: a fine and three months'' penal servitude Following yesterday''s amendment of the law, pressed for by HRH princess Claire du Basse-Monaco, and supported by international human rights organizations and other governments, reducing the maximum penalty for sedition to a fine and a year''s penal servitude, the three prisoners were probably not surprised that they do not face flogging or confiscation of all their wealth and slavery, even though technically they were tried under the old law. The princess did indeed make representations to the court about the sentencing, suggesting that although denying her right to rule and even the legal existence of Basse-Monaco was indeed a grave crime, it was by no means the most serious case of sedition imaginable. Asked if the princess would be inconvenienced by the challenge of finding something menial for three prisoners to do in her fiefdom, or if greater Monaco would benefit from their labour, the princess stated that she was planning some building work between now and the summer, and while she would not trust the prisoners with important work or valuable tools, there was probably manual work on a building site that they could do. She further specified, that, having talked to the builder, one month''s labour would be sufficient. The prisoners were sentenced to a four month sentence in custody that would include two months'' penal servitude in greater Monaco, and one month''s in Basse-Monaco. In keeping with the normal procedure in Monaco, the prisoners were also required to pay a fine that would meet the costs of their food and accommodation. Upgraded accommodation, e.g. a single room, was offered and declined.
Analysis department, Security, Restored Kingdom, 9am Thursday 31st Jan 2278 ¡°Hi Eliza,¡± Karen said, ¡°We very probably have a result on that little question you posed. In general, someone has been very careful. Family background search has turned up nothing which gets us more than princesses Svetlana and Claire are grand-daughters by maternal descent of the previous princess of Basse-Monaco, who died a couple of years ago. ¡°But. I hope we''re not going to be overheard.¡± ¡°We''d better not, given the secrets that get analysed here,¡± Eliza said. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Prince Rudolph''s friends were not as careful. One posted a picture labeled ''Rudolph''s new interest in life, princess Svetlana, relaxed,¡± Karen said. ¡°A few days later the tag got changed to ''foreign princess catches prince''s eye'' and the next day it got deleted. We''ve only got the comment on that, not the actual picture. But twelve days ago, Svetlana flew to Berne, Rudolph got a message from Svetlana of Russia saying she was coming to visit and hoped he''d take her to the Christian Union. There, he was then seen in the company of princess Claire. Previous poster wrote ''Good to see Rudolph and Princess Claire reunited at C.U. How did he think he''d cope without seeing her for eight whole months?''. So it''s not conclusive, but...¡± ¡°It looks pretty likely, unless Svetlana''s handed her boyfriend over to her cousin.¡± ¡°And I know it takes all the fun out of guessing,¡± George said, looking up from his computer, ¡°but when I checked there was only one princess in St Petersburg who''d been to Berne recently, and she was in the same patch of building as the princess Svetlana and princess Claire.¡± ¡°Spoilsport,¡± Karen accused her husband. ¡°But interestingly, she''s currently talking to a truthsayer, if you want me to warn her about the information leak.¡± ¡°On behalf of their majesty''s security services, you mean?¡± ¡°Yes. Alternatively we''ve got a contact in Berne who could talk to the student who put it up in the first place, and teach her how to delete comments better. But I expect Russian secret services can do a better job of getting back-ups scrubbed.¡± ¡°How about getting a message directly to someone in their secret services?¡± Eliza suggested. ¡°How?¡± ¡°Commander Sue Reynolds, our recently-married ambassador to Atlantis, talking to the recently-married wife of the Russian Ambassador, a Colonel in the Imperial Secret Service.¡± ¡°Fine by me,¡± George said, ¡°Should Karen contact her or Mystery?¡± ¡°I''ll do it,¡± Karen said, ¡°I''ve talked to her before.¡±
Atlantis, 10am Thursday 31st Jan 2278 ¡°Yelena, thanks for coming,¡± Sue said. ¡°Mysterious messages usually mean something fun,¡± Yelena said. ¡°I''m not sure what counts as fun, but anyway, our security services have spotted an information leak you might want to plug. Someone knows how to delete pictures but didn''t think of comment history.¡± Sue handed her her the notes Karen had dictated. ¡°How many people know this?¡± ¡°Someone with the gift contacted me directly.¡± ¡°Oh yes? Your mysterious voice?¡± ¡°I''ll pretend I didn''t hear that. It was someone who works in our security services. They came across that, and presumed you didn''t want it to be there.¡± ¡°I expect we don''t.¡± ¡°They also said, and I quote, ''We don''t know of any reporters with a quantum decoder, so solve this and hopefully all will be well for her to enjoy her education.''¡± ¡°Sue, you''re not supposed to admit to pointing a quantum decoder at royalty,¡± Yelena said. ¡°I didn''t know I had. I''m sure I wouldn''t do something like that.¡± ¡°That''s all right then,¡± Yelena said. ¡°I was also told that they chose to send the message to you via me, rather than the princess via the truthsayer in St Petersburg, because they thought the truthsayer would prefer to stay ignorant, and they weren''t sure how much the princess herself knew who to talk to in order to do a proper job.¡± ¡°And you think I do?¡± ¡°I presume that you''re perfectly capable of handling it yourself, or failing anything else, you can at least make sure anyone who looks at it ends up with a sudden melt-down of their electronic device.¡± ¡°What a thing to suggest!¡± Yelena said, grinning. ¡°I know, I''m terrible, aren''t I? Want a cup of tea, coffee or cucumber?¡± ¡°Do you actually make that yourself?¡± ¡°Whenever I do, I remember my brother''s amazement about how many were living around here, ''It''s almost like someone''s encouraging them to grow here.'' he said.¡± ¡°When was that?¡± ¡°A few hours after Atlantis started moving. It''s very rich in vitamins, you know.¡± ¡°I''m sure. Thanks, but I think I''ll go and get to work.¡± ¡°Have fun. Not too much of course.¡± ¡°I''ll be very discrete and restrained, I assure you. Bye.¡±
Atlantis 11am After correcting the historic caption to read Claire instead of Svetlana, Yelena sent a message: ¡°Yuri, I''ve cleared up the worst of the mess, but there''s probably a stain. Can you get someone to go there with a scrubbing brush? The mess-maker tried to clean up after themselves, just didn''t know how to properly.'' where the link there included a slightly incorrect spelling of the address. Job done, she went to tell Mikhail the other things Sue had passed on.
Restored kingdom [Hi cousins,] Sarah called to princess Eliza, and Karen [I just thought you''d like to know that Russia now has a fully functioning chartered association.] [I thought the charter had become active a few days ago?] Karen asked. [Yes, but I said functioning. They''ve just been involved in their first anti-corruption case. It was tried under the auspices of Nadiya, grand duchess of Kaliningrad, who''s been known to borrow the hairbush of Svetlana the duchess of Moscow, also known as Princess Claire of Basse-Monaco, and ¡ª don''t tell anyone ¡ª crown princess Svetlana of Russia.] [Svetlana of Moscow doesn''t sound like much of an alias,] Karen said. [I know, that''s why she''s taken to being Claire of Basse-Monaco even in St Petersburg, now that she''s started getting famous for getting lawyers and drug smugglers imprisoned for sedition. That really ruined a photo-artist''s day, according to what princess Claire told Sofia.] [Sofia?] Eliza asked. [Membership secretary of the Imperial Truthsayers Association.] [Go on, why did it ruin the photo-artist''s day?] [For the previous eight months, she''d been doing a fly-on-the-wall piece on the lives of a couple of Swiss people she''d first met at a party. The title was going to be the Teflon men, because although there were rumours, and even court cases, nothing stuck. Until their cars got clamped and they discovered that Basse-Monaco has laws protecting people from insult and intrusive photographers, but nothing at all about respect for privacy of impounded property. Claire heard that the Swiss authorities were interested in the guys and invited their forensics department to go and take apart their cars. So, the photographer''s got to find a new title for her work. Plus, in the interests of artistic integrity, she thinks really she needs to continue it another three months to document their lifestyle in penal servitude. And, of course, she''s got a massive parking fine to pay too.] [How much of this is public knowledge?] [Hmm, well, I was in on the conversation when Claire was telling Sofia all this ¡ª at Claire''s request ¡ª that is one very trusting young woman, by the way; she''s practicing not making decisions, and asked Sofia to ask someone with the gift to see what someone actually listening in would get.] [OK. So let''s call it all private, but if we need to contact her, we can go through Sofia?] [I''d say so, yes. Except that Sofia doesn''t think Claire is the crown princess, so going through cousin Nadiya is probably a better option.] [Sofia''s considered it and doesn''t think so, you mean?] Karen asked. [Exactly. She''s met Claire, at home and informal as well as outside and formal when she adopts a slight French accent and dresses in French style. She''s also met the crown princess formally a few times, and doesn''t see how it can possibly be the same person. She''s convinced Her Imperial Highness is taller.] [Interesting! You were asked to check that too?] [Svetlana asked me to, yes, and report anything of concern to Nadiya. When she''s being Svetlana she thinks in pure Russian, and when she''s acting Claire she thinks at least partly in French, by the way. She''s a good actress, no question about it, and she''s got good mental control. She didn''t say, but I''d guess she''s been practicing with Nadiya.] Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 14:Architects

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 14:Architects

Monaco, 9am, Feb 2nd ¡°Allow me to introduce you to my second cousin, princess Claire du Basse-Monaco,¡± King Herv¨¦ said, ¡°arch enemy of those who park illegally and of architects.¡± ¡°Nice to meet you again, Imperial highness,¡± Eliza said, ¡°or do I pretend I don''t know that?¡± ¡°Please do pretend,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°You''re most perceptive.¡± ¡°Perceptive nothing, I''m just well informed. It''s amazing the difference clothes and hairstyle make, I wouldn''t have recognised you. The mole is make-up?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Svetlana replied. ¡°I''d be constantly afraid I''d get it in the wrong place one day and someone would notice,¡± Eliza said. ¡°There ought not be any photos of me that show it.¡± ¡°Ah, that helps. Sorry for knowing secrets, blame security for being curious about who Albert and I might run into. What was that about architects?¡± ¡°The whole breed of them appear to be snobs, or terrified for their reputations, and absolutely convinced that they know better than me what I want.¡± ¡°Ah, they don''t know the princess is always right?¡± ¡°Those that do, say sorry princess, I fear for future jobs.¡± ¡°What do you want?¡± Albert asked. ¡°I want a low cost, highly insulating youth hostel and restaurant on the beach. Straw fits the bill exactly, from what I''ve seen, but apparently straw is beneath all architects around here. I''ve spoken to established architects in Swizerland who start talking about not building for people in a material for pigstys, and to established architects here who talk about it not lasting long enough, and the cost savings not being able to justify the land taken up by external and internal walls (which is totally irrelevant since we''re talking about my beach here) or about how all right it''s cheaper and faster but it won''t last, which is fine since I don''t know it''ll have any custom. I''ve spoken to students who talk about being warned away by their lecturers because apparently a commission that isn''t still standing at the end of your career is harmful to a reputation, and I''ve spoke to architects in France who say, ''House of straw? Non, we would be laughed at.'' I''m seriously thinking of banning all architects from the beach. But Herv¨¦ tells me I probably can''t enforce that.¡± ¡°Want me to ask a young woman I know who hates following the crowd? Qualified about two years ago, growing business, but not afraid to turn down stuff she sees as boring and conventional. She says she''d rather be a part-time house-wife than work on stuff that anyone can do.¡± ¡°Christian?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°What''s her husband do?¡± ¡°Structural engineering and truthsayer. They much prefer to work together, so if you get her, the assumption is you get him. Has Sarah told you about the clan she''s matriarch of?¡± ¡°She mentioned it.¡± ¡°He''s part of it, well, she is too, but by marriage.¡± ¡°What does that tell me?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°Expect honesty, integrity, lots of talking up-front, and the quality of the job and family emergencies to be more important than boring things like project deadlines.¡± ¡°I think I can live with that.¡± ¡°Bella?¡± Eliza asked her friend and body guard, ¡°Can you call Zach and Zara?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Bella said. She''d already looked up the number.
Prince Albert''s space-submarine, 11am, Saturday 2nd Feb ¡°Welcome aboard, Zach, Zara,¡± prince Albert said, as they entered the Guillemot, ¡°Let me introduce her royal highness princess Claire du Basse-Monaco.¡± ¡°I don''t know why we get a royal chauffeur, your highness, but thank you.¡± Zara said. ¡°Because we know Mer submarines don''t get targeted by reporters with parabolic microphones,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°but I''m not a hundred percent sure about my cousin''s palace. I wanted to talk their highnesses, and I heard you like to talk before deciding if you''ll accept the commission.¡± ¡°That is true, highness.¡± Zara agreed, ¡°You mentioned straw?¡± ¡°Yes. I''m not a hundred percent set on it, but I like the low cost, high insulation, and the speed of building. I am imagining a two storey building, with a restaurant/bar and kitchen downstairs, ten to fifteen youth-hostel style bedrooms upstairs, sleeping three or four people, and a staff flat for the managers. All to be built on the beach, which brings its own challenges.¡± ¡°It does,¡± Zara agreed. ¡°When you say restaurant/bar, are we talking elegant and expensive meals?¡± ¡°We''re talking about not my decision. But I''d guess easy to prepare snacks, ice-cream and mass-catering at lunchtime in high season, and maybe full meals, live music and wedding receptions at other times of the year.¡± ¡°Hmm. Other parameters?¡± ¡°Cool and shady in the summer, warm and dry in winter. Low upkeep costs, low maintenance, plus of course low initial outlay, since this is a total experiment.¡± ¡°Quite corners for romantic conversations, or big-open space for a dance-floor?¡± Zara asked. ¡°Not a ballroom-style dance floor, because of the ice-cream, the sand and the hassle of keeping it clean. But yes, would a few little corners around the edge and open space in the middle work?¡± ¡°Maybe, but I see a problem.¡± Zach said. ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Straw is a moderately light material, but it is compressible. Basically you squash it, and then if you let go it''ll spring back. If you stick a thick plaster on it, then the straw holds the plaster in place and the plaster itself takes the load. That''s one way to go. But.. to me it sounds like you want a big downstairs hall with a concrete floor and ceiling ¡ª that non-flammable ceiling is a must, I''m afraid, for bedroom accommodation when there''s any risk of fire below, and smallish upstairs rooms with lots of dividing walls. If it was the other way up, I could see the interior walls supporting the load but vice-versa would be hard. If you really want that, you could do concrete pillars and just use straw bales to in-fill between the pillars, that''d work, but I think Zara would call it boring.¡± ¡°Depends on what the layout is, but... maybe.¡± Zara shrugged. ¡°But, your highness, what about the other way up? Or alternatively, do you actually need to have a two storey building?¡± ¡°Tell me about the other way up,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°You''d have the downstairs walls built ¡ª while keeping everything absolutely dry ¡ª pre-squash the bales to the right loading, lay pre-formed concrete beams on top, or a big forcefield, pour concrete while keeping the bales dry, let the concrete set and the bales settle for a couple of weeks at least, plaster the walls to keep the rain out, and then build the top layer. But you do need to keep the straw dry. Did I say that enough times?¡± ¡°What happens if you don''t?¡± ¡°It starts to rot and eventually the walls fall apart. And if you''ve got a big slab of concrete on top, that might be considered problematic.¡± ¡°Can I make a suggestion?¡± Eliza asked, ¡°How about not having the wet, steamy, fire-risk kitchen built out of straw, but just where the people sit? Ditto for bathrooms. I assume you''re not planning en-suite bathrooms for a youth-hostel type of place, are you?¡± ¡°No,¡± Svetlana said, turning to Zach, she asked, ¡°Would that change things?¡± ¡°Hmm. I think so. Zara?¡± ¡°It would,¡± Zara said, ¡°If you''ve got a nice fire-proof area, say, like a serving area, with a natural exit for flames and heat away from the dining area, say because of a stepped ceiling and fire vents, then the kitchen can be a nice fire-proof box, and the restaurant could have a lightweight ceiling. Do you really want a dance floor?¡± ¡°Didn''t I say no to that already?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°Sorry, you said an open area in the middle.¡± ¡°I was thinking of a stage, and romantic views of the sunset, things like that.¡± ¡°What you need to remember, Zara,¡± Eliza said, ¡°Is that the princess is a busy woman, probably doesn''t eat out at restaurants very much, and is looking for imagination within a few well defined parameters and a lot of vague ideas.¡± ¡°Very few well defined parameters.¡± Svetlana said, ¡°Cheap, experimental, rainproof, heatable eating area to seriously upgrade my tenants'' ice-cream hut, occasional evening concerts which can spill out on the beach sometimes, and accommodation for one couple now, and maybe another later on, a visiting band, and some extra youth who don''t like camping. More detailed ideas from Arianne, who''s been dreaming along these lines for years just never told me. Oh, her family can give you numbers of how many ice creams they serve in high season which probably tells you something about people on the beach or similar.¡± ¡°And the nearest competition is five kilometers away?¡± Zara asked. ¡°The other end of Monaco is only a couple of kilometers away. There are plenty of luxury hotels, five star restaurants, and so on. Like I said, I''m looking at the cheaper, family friendly end of the market. Food, drink, no sun in summer, somewhere to warm up in winter.¡± ¡°What can you tell me about the planning process?¡± Zara asked. ¡°Tell me it won''t fall down and won''t cost too much, and convince me and the Dubois family it might work.¡± ¡°No, sorry, I mean getting planning permission,¡± Zara corrected herself. ¡°That''s the question I answered,¡± Svetlana grinned. ¡°Basse-Monaco is a semi-autonomous feudal principality, and I''m the princess-autocrat. "I do listen seriously to my tenants, especially my friend and language teacher Arianne. By the way, Grandma made her a marquise on her fifteenth birthday, for managing to get me fluent in French. It probably would have been something lesser, but grandma had just been really irked by something the count of Monte Carlo did, so she decided to demote him by promoting Arianne above him. That plan backfired slightly because Arianne didn''t want to go to any dances or functions at the palace where grandma could rub the count''s nose in his demotion. I actually think Arianne probably thought it was just my grandmother''s little game and it wasn''t true, but I found the letters patent properly filed in the royal archive.¡± [What are letters patent?] Zach asked Zara silently. [The act of ennoblement.] [Oh, of course.] ¡°Your highness spoke of tenants? How many people are we talking about upsetting if I get it wrong?¡± ¡°I have four tenants ¡ª the Dubois family. Arianne is at University and almost certainly moving up in society, Ren¨¦ is planning on marrying as soon as we''ve built him and his wife somewhere to live.¡± ¡°What would they have done otherwise?¡± Zara asked, curious. ¡°I don''t know, we haven''t discussed it. He''s been trying to get a job, but he''s discovered that not getting qualifications wasn''t the most sensible choice he''s ever made. He''s not stupid, it''s just he couldn''t sit still in class. The head-master issued him with an ultimatum to sit still or leave. It was tourist season, with plenty of stuff to do, so Ren¨¦ left.¡± ¡°That wasn''t particularly sensible of the head.¡± Eliza said. ¡°I know. Grandma was absolutely furious when she heard.¡± ¡°Can''t he go back?¡± Albert asked. ¡°It was five years ago. It might work if adult education was in the winter months, with everything finished by Easter, but last time I asked the classes were when teachers are free, i.e. high summer. But now you mention it, I think I''ll suggest he puts some of his parking money into getting some private tuition. I would like him to have some paperwork. And actually... it''d be good to hear their plans about employing people. I''m pretty sure they''ll need to, after all.¡± ¡°Probably, if they''re rushed off their feet already in summer,¡± Eliza agreed. ¡°So, they''re going to be changing from self-employed to employers? From what I''ve seen, that''s much harder than it sounds,¡± Zach said. ¡°More long discussions then,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°With lawyers, probably. Oh joy.¡±
Basse-Monaco, Arianne''s home, 4pm, Saturday 2nd Feb Zara looked up from Arianne''s pile of ideas. ¡°So, your ladyship, why do you actually need me? These are excellent ideas.¡± Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. ¡°But I don''t have the skills or knowledge or training to know they''ll work,¡± Arianne said. ¡°And I didn''t think about the youth-hostel idea at all.¡± ¡°Yes you did. Here, see: you wrote, ''I don''t know what to put in this wing, but the building looks lopsided without it.'' Call it youth hostel and what have you got?¡± ¡°A problem in terms of toilets. If we put them here then that''s in the way of deliveries, and if we put them here then people would have to go through the restaurant to get to them which doesn''t work either.¡± ¡°What about if they''re here?¡± Zara pointed at the other end of the block. ¡°But I thought you were saying the kitchen and bathrooms ought not be part of the same building.¡± ¡°No, just they shouldn''t be part of the straw construction. But actually... let''s imagine there''s a concert on. Who''s going to be in their bedroom?¡± ¡°People who don''t want to be at the concert, or who are sick.¡± ¡°Right. I expect more of the first than the second, do you agree?¡± ¡°Yes. So this is no good after all, is it? We can''t have the accommodation wing next to the stage area.¡± ¡°Well, we could, but people would moan at you. Next question. If there''s a concert on, who''s in the restaurant?¡± ¡°People who want to listen and are hungry, people who are hungry and don''t want to listen. I don''t get where that gets us.¡± ¡°Two sorts of people. And someone mentioned a shop for the campsite, I think, didn''t they?¡± ¡°Well, eventually.¡± ¡°So, we want accommodation for youth, who can cope with noise. We want accommodation for your brother and maybe eventually kids, yes?¡± ¡°My parents say Ren¨¦ can move into the house, and they''ll have the new flat.¡± ¡°OK, but they''re not going to want noise either, are they? We have a restaurant and a bar, and a campsite shop. The bar, shop and the kitchen both need storage and deliveries, the accommodation and the restaurant both need toilet facilities, but not connected, or someone using the restaurant might surprise someone coming out of the shower. And the campsite needs a washing up area as well as toilet blocks.¡± ¡°Oh, no! I''d totally forgotten that.¡± ¡°Don''t worry. It''s probably a separate building. That''d be much more convenient for the campers, even if it costs more.¡± Svetlana winced, ¡°try not to add too much, Zara.¡± ¡°Of course not your highness, but we do need a shaded terrace overlooking the beach, don''t we?¡± Zara suggested. ¡°Is this all possible?¡± ¡°Of course it is.¡± Zara said confidently.
Monaco Palace, 8pm, Saturday 2nd Feb ¡°Can I admit my complete confusion?¡± Svetlana said, ¡°I thought you were asked to design a small youth hostel with a restaurant under it and a flat for a manager, not a whole complex!¡± ¡°But there is talk of the campsite, your highness, and err, I got a bit carried away.¡± ¡°I see that,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Your highness, what I wanted to do was see how it would all fit together. One early version didn''t leave access to the campsite, and just blindly moving it would have ruined other aspects of the design. So I felt I had to sketch out the whole thing. Anyway, here are our ideas, lady Arrianne''s and mine. We''ve had a lot of fun and I really hope you''ll let me turn some of this into proper designs. But... urm, if I''m going to work on it more then I will need to start charging.¡± ¡°Before you tell me how much you''d want, please tell me about what I''m seeing here.¡± ¡°OK, well, here''s the old house, as you see. I''ve started with the assumption that people are used to heading to the house for ice-cream, and the Dubois family have all the equipment they need there in the house, so there''s no point moving it, really. Thus I''ve just incorporated the ice-cream hut into the design, but with thicker walls, and as you see we''ve got a covered walk-way and seating area there. That should let people going down onto the beach see both the ice-cream on sale in its normal place as well as the restaurant-bar. This road here follows the line that most people take with their trailers down to the beach, so again, I''ve tried to incorporate what people are used to, but we''ve got some parking beside the hostel and a spur towards the campsite. The restaurant here ought to block sound from the stage reaching the campsite and the manager''s flat which is here, and as you see I''ve got the hostel accommodation with its back to the restaurant. There''s some simple reasons for that: firstly we can''t have everything facing the sea, and this is a youth-hostel not a luxury hotel, but also it means that we don''t get people peering into bedroom windows from the beach. It also protects the accommodation from the worst storms, which Arianne says is probably a plus point. "The hostel is entirely plastered straw, as is the restaurant. The manager''s flat and the kitchen are straw-free at the moment. I''ve done the manager''s flat like that because I am a bit worried about the lifetime of straw this close to the sea. Feel free to overrule me. These toilet blocks on the campsite are plastered straw, except for interior partitioning and splash-proofing in the showers, and Zach''s done some calculations that say they shouldn''t need much in terms of foundations at all, and if you really want to you can just put some overgrown gravel under them so that water drains away rather than letting the bales sit in it. They''re round because that saves on hay, means that some wire mesh around the whole thing helps makes it really solid and also means less corners for condensation, flies or spiders to collect in. It also means that when kids run round the building they don''t crash into people who have just turned the corner carrying their washing up.¡± ¡°I''m convinced. Why no curves at the restaurant-bar?¡± ¡°Basically because both the inside and outside are important spaces at the walk-way, and at the patio. I thought about it, and you could have a curved alcove, here, with a round table, for instance, but while that can look gorgeous, it means more windows, more bales, and a more complicated roof.¡± ¡°OK. Tell me about the roof.¡± ¡°Standard, boring, roofing tiles. They can be removed and relaid or you need to rebuild or sold if it doesn''t work. What I''ve done is say that the insulation underneath them is a straw and clay mixture. That keeps the bio-degradable nature of the rest of the construction, and means stuff cut off the bales is useful, not waste, and the clay sticks it all together and makes it possible to walk on. In other words you get some unheated storage space. If you really want me to, I could work out fire escapes that would let people sleep up there too, occasionally. But too much traffic up there is going to degrade the insulation, and it''s going to be constantly dusty too. But it does remind me of an issue you''ll need to watch out for.¡± ¡°Go on,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Mice and other rodents. Some people say bla bla theory, they can''t get thorough the plaster, and it''s really uncomfortable for them, just don''t leave any gaps. Other people say, yeah, they''ll get in if you accidentally leave a pencil-sized gap you didn''t notice, so make sure there''s some cats around.¡± ¡°Ah, right. Just what you want in a restaurant, mice eating the walls and cats after the ice cream.¡± ¡°What I think I ought to point out at this moment, are the following two things. Firstly, with the current layout, there''s no requirement that the walls of the restaurant area be made of straw bales, especially since most of the outer restaurant wall is window anyway. Secondly, the cost of a design change before the contract is signed is precisely zero. Thirdly, and I''ve just thought of this, even if nothing comes from today, I''ve had a lovely brainstorming session, a wonderful meal, sat chatting with enough royalty to make even my ultra snobbish mother green with envy for a year, and been to a part of the world I''d never thought I could afford to step foot in, and had a trip by space-submarine. So, I''ve had a very lovely and memorable day. Thank you so much for inviting us, your majesty, your highnesses.¡± ¡°The question the canny princess should now ask,¡± prince Albert suggested, ¡°is whether you''ve had such a lovely day that it affects your prices.¡± Zara laughed, ¡°How would you tell, your highness, since such things are almost always covered by commercial confidence clauses?¡± ¡°Only `almost'' always?¡± princess Eliza asked. ¡°Some governments and corporations want publishable figures. I try to discourage it, but... it''s not my decision.¡± ¡°Why do you try to discourage it?¡± Albert asked. ¡°Because it ties my hands. If I produce a design for an office space in one location and another company wants what they think is a similar building, they''ll assume the price will be the same. But maybe they''re actually specifying something harder to design. They won''t know, because some details can be entirely hidden from view, and something as seemingly trivial as a different entry point can make the whole design harder.¡± ¡°It''s happened,¡± Zach said, ¡°Someone wanted ''that university office you just designed, only with the lobby on other side.'' The problem was the side they specified held the major load-bearing structure and the lift-shafts.¡± ¡°Which also played a structural role. There was a reason I had no doors or windows on that side. It''s like saying I want a human just like normal but with the back-bone at the front. I just took one look at what they were asking for and asked if they were prepared to pay for my time while I told them why it wouldn''t work with the same materials, did they understand that I''d done the university project for a student competition and now I had extra costs, and did they also realise that the engineering nightmare of what they were asking for was going to be a major headache for someone.¡± ¡°What happened next?¡± Eliza asked. ¡°The last I''d heard, they got a graphics designer to draw up the pretty plans, and can''t find an engineer who doesn''t laugh at them, or say, ''I can make it work if we fill your half your open plan lobby with reinforced concrete pillars''.¡± ¡°So, if I want you on board, and I foolishly decide I want you to give me a cost of construction and estimates of speed of building, insulation values and all the rest, using straw and another set using something entirely mouse-repellent, what''s that going to cost me?¡± ¡°For everything here, or just the building you actually asked for?¡± Zara asked. ¡°I don''t mind having options,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°but I don''t really like being told ''I''ll let you know in a few days''. Patience is a virtue I need to practice, I''m afraid.¡± ¡°Zach, you heard her highness.¡± Zara said. ¡°Am I right in assuming that given time constraints, tourist season and so on, this would be an urgent job?¡± Zach asked, ¡°and that you''d also want fully specified designs a site-manager can just look at and start ordering labour and materials from?¡± ¡°Err...What''s the alternative?¡± ¡°One option is that Zara draws the plans, I do my engineering bit, and like most architects we then leave the builder to study the plans and work out how to get the right stuff, and how much labour to arrange for when and so on. But to do the costing, we''ve already done some of that, so another option is that we do part of that job too. It all depends on how big a contractor you''ve got working for you.¡± ¡°Assume I''ve got no contractor at all yet, but I''ve got some prisoners coming to provide dumb labour, and the Dubois family know some builders for whom this might be the biggest project of their careers so far, but they''re willing to learn and they have a good reputation. Otherwise, I''m going to need to go with an unknown corporation and the whole ''tenders are invited within three weeks'' thing. Your advice is welcome.¡± Zach waved his finger at Zara and ¡°Be careful, Zara, love. Very very careful.¡± ¡°Aren''t I always?¡± she shot back. ¡°No,¡± Zach replied, ¡°but I still love you. Please consider travel costs and hotel costs and work out her highness won''t want to make it possible.¡± ¡°Oh all right. Spoilsport,¡± Zara conceded. ¡°Do I take it,¡± Svetlana asked, ¡°from that interchange that you''d be willing to supervise the project?¡± ¡°I''d love to, highness, but I''d need to travel down at least once a week, and I can''t work on trains without getting travel sick, so I''d need to charge for my travel time too. It''s not going to work.¡± ¡°Zara, allow me to decide what will work. Tell me prices and hourly rates and construction times and when the project can start with the different options.¡± ¡°Certainly, your highness,¡± Zara agreed, ¡°If you''ll permit me, I''ll consult with Zach.¡± ¡°Go ahead,¡± Svetlana smiled, and went to talk to Albert, Eliza and Herv¨¦ about whether she ought to be looking for a hotel for Zach and Zara, since it was getting late.
Prince Albert''s space-submarine, 10pm, above Monaco ¡°So,¡± Eliza said, ¡°How are you going to find time to do this, Zara?¡± ¡°I think it ought to work out wonderfully, actually,¡± Zara replied, ¡°I don''t have that much on at the moment and the hypersonic connections aren''t too bad. I can catch an early one, doze a bit between throwing up on my way down, and then get home by eight, as long as everything''s working well.¡± ¡°And after midnight if it''s not,¡± Zach said, resignedly. ¡°In which case she suggested you should come down too, Zach, remember?¡± ¡°If I can take the time off work, yes.¡± ¡°Out of interest, what''s your opinion of princess Claire?¡± Prince Albert asked. ¡°Decisive. She knows what she wants, but is open to other ideas. I like that in a customer. I imagine it''s hard to persuade her of much. Also very self controlled, I only heard a couple of decisions from her. One confused me.¡± ¡°Well, you''ve taken an oath not to reveal it,¡± Eliza pointed out. ¡°I know. Does she have a home in Monaco?¡± Zara asked. ¡°She has a room at the palace. Why?¡± ¡°Trying to interpret what I heard,¡± Zara said. She''d heard Svetlana decide she wanted it settled tonight, but she couldn''t take them home because she was too jet-lagged. ¡°Either forget it,¡± Eliza advised, ¡°or ask her about it face to face and in absolute privacy. Churning things over just helps things leak.¡± ¡°Thank you, your highness. And thank you so much for playing chauffeur again, your highness. We could have taken the hypersonic.¡± ¡°You could have, but I wanted to talk,¡± Eliza said. ¡°Don''t get curious about your new client, Zach, Zara. She is genuinely princess Claire of Basse-Monaco, genuinely a child of God, but she''s genuinely someone else too, which isn''t as stable as home. If people there knew who her father is, she''d be hounded by the press worse than I''ve ever been and some of the people with cameras would probably be planning a kidnapping. She wouldn''t be able to move without a huge security team. If you get any enquiries about her from anyone, refer them to the Monaco press office.¡± ¡°I understand.¡± Zach said. Zara asked, ¡°Can we tell people we were just out for a walk this morning when a mer space-submarine swooped down and prince Albert and princess Eliza invited us aboard and gave us a lift down to Monaco?¡± Eliza laughed, ¡°absolutely. And that the king of Monaco''s girlfriend made you fresh ice-cream for lunch.¡± ¡°You can also tell people that you compared notes about combining work, pregnancy and morning sickness with princess Eliza,¡± Albert said. ¡°Isn''t that a state secret?¡± Zara asked. ¡°Not officially,¡± Albert said, gazing fondly at Eliza, ¡°I mean, it''s not like it''s the first time.¡± ¡°I think I''d like it to be the last though, God willing. Three is enough for me.¡± Eliza said. ¡°And since you''re in Sarah''s clan that sort of makes you family.¡± ¡°Thank you for saying so, sir¡± Zach said. ¡°Zach, it''s not just saying it,¡± Eliza said, ¡°We don''t meet much, but I do hear about you all from Sarah ¡ª because I ask ¡ª just like I hear about George''s cousins from Karen.¡± ¡°I didn''t realise you saw either of them often enough, maam.¡± Zach said. ¡°Oh, I don''t see Sarah very often,¡± Eliza said, ¡°mostly at committee meetings, but we do have a good natter quite often.¡± ¡°Committee meetings?¡± ¡°International Committee for Major Threat Assessment,¡± Eliza said, ¡°but that I''m on it is a state secret.¡± ¡°You and Sara are both on it, Maam?¡± Zach asked, surprised. Bella laughed, ¡°It''s nice to know that some secrets are holding, Eliza.¡± ¡°Other''s won''t,¡± Eliza said, ¡°we need to pick another drop-off point, Albert.¡± ¡°Press on the hillside?¡± ¡°One reporter ¡ª Tony ¡ª but he''s part of a group of bird-watchers, so there are lots of cameras, anyway. I guess there''s something rare around. Maybe not as rare as a glowing guillemot, though.¡± Zach looked at Eliza in shock, unable to make sense out of how she could know that, then he decided she must have the power and Sarah had told her. [What you''ve just decided is a class delta state secret, Zach.] Eliza thought to everyone in the guillemot [And the bit about Sarah was wrong, too. That I can do this is a bigger secret, unsurprisingly.] ¡°Hence, all the recent press speculation about the existence of interception-proof wrist units based on us doing a lot of talking while Eliza was in hiding are entirely inaccurate,¡± Albert added, ¡°But also hence the absolute silence from the government on the topic.¡± ¡°Erk.¡± Zach said. ¡°Did we need to know that, your highness?¡± Zara asked. ¡°Yes,¡± Eliza said, ¡°Because if you''re going to be hob-nobbing with princess Claire you might end up wondering about truth and untruth and webs of misdirection. So, when I say she''s genuinely princess Claire of Basse-Monaco and a genuine Christian that''s truth, you don''t need to doubt it. And if she tells you not to go digging into her family background, that''s a genuine warning out of concern for you. I''m allowed to trust you to know a class epsilon state secret, Princess Claire is not allowed to trust you to know another other title she has, and that probably means if she finds out you know it, she has to report you; and not to the King Herv¨¦, either.¡± ¡°Who can tell a princess what to do?¡± Zach asked. ¡°Her king, of course,¡± Zara said, ¡°I take it she''s a noble in some absolutist system?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Eliza said. ¡°OK, I can be studiously disinterested,¡± Zara said. ¡°I''m not sure I can be,¡± Zach admitted. ¡°You are required to be, for your own protection,¡± Albert said. ¡°An absolute monarchy is not the stablest of systems, but be assured that no one wants undercover assassins causing diplomatic incidents.¡± ¡°Assassins?¡± Zach yelped. ¡°If an absolute monarch decides you''re a risk to their relatives or their plans, then their response is normally along those lines, yes,¡± Albert said, ¡°That''s what happened on Mars. There is even a section of international law regarding it ¡ª basically while assassination is counted as a punishable crime in the country where it happened, and diplomatic responses can be made, the assassination of a commoner who poses certain threats to a royal (or in some places a noble) is not something that counts as an international crime. It''s not something we like, but there''s nothing the UN can do against it without having the absolute monarchies leave en-masse.¡± ¡°So, say, the emperor of China can just send assassins anywhere he likes?¡± Zach asked, aghast. ¡°No, but he could against commoners who know state secrets and threatened to reveal them,¡± Albert said. ¡°Such as princess Claire''s alternative title,¡± Zara said, ¡°which I guess might make her the target of an assassination or kidnapping attempt.¡± ¡°Correct,¡± Eliza said. ¡°Albert, can we stop and look at the milky way?¡± ¡°Of course. Pretty, isn''t it?¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 15:Diplomacy

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 15:Diplomacy

Switzerland, 5pm, Sunday 3rd March 2278 ¡°Rudolph, please do thank the organisers from me for letting Krista and me come,¡± Svetlana said at the maglev station. The Christian Union weekend away had just finished. ¡°It''s been a lovely time.¡± ¡°You can do it yourself, Claire, they''re just there.¡± ¡°My maglev is coming soon,¡± she said. ¡°You''re not travelling back to the Berne with the rest of us?¡± he asked surprised. ¡°It''s faster if I head straight back to Basse-Monaco from here, isn''t it?¡± ¡°Well, it''s a shorter distance, I guess. But I thought we''d have the extra time together...¡± ¡°You just don''t like goodbyes.¡± ¡°When you''re going to be gone for more than a month? Of course I don''t,¡± Rudolph said. ¡°Silly,¡± Svetlana said warmly, ¡°It''s only supposed to be thirty three days,¡± ¡°But that''s thirty-three days I can''t contact you.¡± ¡°Not safely, no.¡± Svetlana was going, and there had been a number of press reports linking Rudolph and Claire. It wasn''t going to be safe for them to be overheard talking to each other. The arrival of the maglev was announced. ¡°Come back safely, Claire.¡± ¡°I fully intend to, you stay safe too, Rudolph.¡± She said, getting into the maglev. ¡°Oh, and remember to offer the youth hostel for next year.¡± ¡°You''re sure about that?¡± ¡°Of course!¡± Svetlana agreed over her shoulder. ¡°Youth hostel?¡± Krista asked. ¡°I had a brilliant idea while we were walking here,¡± Svetlana said, as they moved along the corridor, looking for their seats. ¡°Two night''s accommodation here, without food, cost as much as the return trip to Basse-Monaco and Mme Dubois is a better cook than whoever it was that catering here, too. So as a bit of a thank-you and a bit of advertising, I told Rudolph that the C.U. could hold next year''s meeting in my nice new hostel.¡± ¡°I didn''t think there was space. Fifteen rooms with five occupants doesn''t reach eighty five plus the speaker.¡± ¡°There''ll be extra space in the roof. Cold in winter, hot in summer, but they should be OK at this time of year.¡± ¡°I thought Zara had said don''t do it, it''s too dusty?¡± ¡°Oh sorry, you missed that discussion!¡± Svetlana replied ¡°She''s worked out that adding lime to the mix makes it not just harder but far less tasty for rodents. And for good measure they''re going to put some sheets of board on top, too.¡± ¡°Here we are! But what about the extra cost?¡± Krista said, as they sat down in their compartment. ¡°Much cheaper to do it now than later. And it gives an extra income stream.¡± ¡°Not if you don''t charge people anything,¡± Krista said with a smile. ¡°I''ll charge a bit don''t worry, and I''m not subsidising the food.¡± ¡°Oh, I''m not worried. As far as I know my course fees don''t come from your budget.¡± ¡°Nor does this. Arianne pointed out to Ren¨¦ and her father that if they got the full fifty percent parking bonus for their half an hour''s work, they''d possibly find themselves in the tax system as people with a high earning capacity, which would be a long-term disaster ¡ª the system assumes that people with high capacity who are declaring a low income are hiding stuff, so taxes them at a fixed rate after that. So they asked me not to pay them enough to trigger that, and they rightly pointed out that the building work was in their benefit too.¡± ¡°So you''ve got double the building fund you thought?¡± ¡°Not quite, but it means I don''t need to bail out the hostel from my personal funds.¡± ¡°That''s nice. It''s odd to think of people asking to be paid less, though.¡± Krista said, with a wry smile. ¡°They''re right though. I seriously doubt there''ll ever be that many cars parked like that again, and they certainly don''t want to get taxed as though it happens once a week.¡± ¡°Can''t you just declare they''re not subject to the tax?¡± ¡°I could try. But I think Arianne''s solution''s better. They don''t need the extra stress of some bureaucrat deciding to persecute them over it. Plus, of course, I did say that if they started living better than their neighbours then I''d put put up the rent. They don''t want that to suddenly land on them either. They still got what they normally live on for a year, and a Ren¨¦ sees he''s got a permanent job and a house to move into, so I don''t think they''re complaining.¡± ¡°Until they find themselves hard up again and think ''if only...''¡± ¡°OK, well, what I did, Krista, is wrote down what the generous bankers etcetera ended up giving us, minus how much they wanted from it. I then showed how much the building project is expected to be, and how much extra they''d be getting over the next ten years because of the reduction in the loan, assuming the thing isn''t a total flop, and they left that discussion quite happy.¡± ¡°Oh, OK, so you''re treating it as though they''ve invested it?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Madam,¡± said the passenger opposite them, who looked about twenty five, ¡°I''m afraid I couldn''t ignore your conversation; I''m an officer of the financial services police. I''m going to need to ask you to accompany to the station, or I''ll have to arrest you here and now on suspicion of colluding with tax evasion and operating an unlicensed investment scheme.¡± ¡°Krista? While I pretend not to have heard that, would you like to educate the young man?¡± ¡°I think, officer,¡± Krista said, ¡°you probably don''t want to cause that kind of diplomatic incident. And I think you''ll also find you have no jurisdiction in Monaco, particularly in Basse-Monaco.¡± ¡°Basse-Monaco?¡± the police officer asked, surprised. He''d heard of that famous trial. ¡°I don''t think you want to argue that Princess Claire du Basse-Monaco has no right to allow her royal bailiffs to benefit from their work in collecting fines from illegal parking in any way she sees fit, do you?¡± ¡°I would not wish to argue or imply such a thing,¡± he said. Unfortunately for him, there''d been a memo warning of fraudsters claiming that name for themselves. Visibly sweating, he politely told them this and asked ¡°Might I ask for some proof of identification?¡± ¡°I will offer you my identification, sir,¡± Krista said, handing over her I.D. ¡°but I suggest you ask your superiors advice before demanding her highness''s.¡± ¡°Err,¡± the officer said, confused by the Cyrillic writing he saw, and the fact that only her first name was filled in, and the address fields were totally blank except for the postcode. His I.D. device confirmed that it had been issued in Russia. ¡°A word of advice, officer,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°you get in far less trouble for causing a diplomatic incident if you do it under direct orders. Oh, and we''re due to transfer to the hypersonic in the station after this one.¡± ¡°Might I ask the destination, your highness?¡± ¡°Basse-Monaco,¡± ¡°And might I see the tickets, your highness?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Svetlana smiled. The ticket had her name on it. He looked at it and said ¡°Sorry for doubting you, your highness.¡±
News report for Solar System distribution, Frisol 8th March, 2278 Trade deal to be signed In a surprise move, China and India have today decided to give way on their until-now non-negotiable demands in the trade negotiation ¡ª restoration of the MarsCorp dividend and the right to buy land on Mars. It thus seems likely that a formal agreement might be signed within a week. This has somewhat wrong-footed the council who only last month agreed that trade negotiations could be separated from the issue of compensation for India and China''s supporting roles in the campaign to deny Martian self-determination, where negotiations had seemed to be moving ahead far more rapidly. Despite earlier progress reported by India and China, it seems that their attempts (and those by other nations) to bring Russia into these negotiations have been met by that nation''s traditional stony silence on all things related to Mars.
Embassy of Atlantis, Mars, 9am, Monsol 11th March, 2278 [Ruth!], Karella called, [You need to get to the spaceport, picking up as many Council members as you can on the way.] [I do?] [Incoming peace-submarine, surprise visit.] [A surprise visit?] [You''ll see why. ] [What about flight plans?] [I expect that such minor trivialities have been ignored.] [Someone''s going to be furious.] [Get a move on, I''d guess the Guillemot will show up someone''s radar soon enough.] [There''s a storm forecast for half an hour.] [I know. Very clever of whoever advised the pilot. We did get some questions which make a lot of sense now, but it wasn''t our idea. Oh, I know this because a certain ambassador here asked for your intervention after you were asleep last night.] [You''ve still not told me who it is.] [I know. Ignorance is bliss, isn''t it?] Karella said, and left Ruth alone in her own mind. ¡°Mack,¡± Ruth said, five minutes later, ¡°My beloved and infuriatingly secretive queen has just told me to expect a peace submarine to land immediately after this morning''s storm, I presume with the heir to the throne of somewhere or other on board.¡± ¡°Whatever happened to seeking landing permission?¡± The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°The same thing as happened to flight plans, I guess. Karella said they probably viewed it as a triviality and ignored it.¡± ¡°Huh! That''s going to sour diplomatic ties. And we''re expected to drop everything and lay out the red carpet?¡± ¡°Can I pick up you or at least Eloise on the way?¡± ¡°Oh, I guess we can both come. No clues at all?¡± ¡°It''s a surprise visit, apparently. Karella hinted the pilot was hiding from radar in the storm, I think.¡± ¡°And this is a peace mission?¡± ¡°Apparently so.¡±
Mars Spaceport, 10am, Monsol 11th March ¡°Mars Approach, is there anyone there, yet?¡± Svetlana asked, with her transmitter power as low as it would go. ¡°Mars approach receiving,¡± the flight controller said, running to the microphone after returning from the storm-shelter. ¡°This is peace guillemot one, happy I don''t need to get too close without asking, requesting permission for atmospheric entry and final approach vector.¡± ¡°What, where are you?¡± ¡°Two hundred kilometres above the spaceport, Mars approach, current speed five kilometres per second, slowing at 2 gee.¡± Mack, Eloise and Ruth arrived in the tower in time to hear the radar operator squawk ¡°How did that get there.¡± ¡°Hid behind a dense spot in the storm, apparently,¡± Ruth said helpfully. ¡°I suggest you let her land then you can decide if you want to shout at her about flight plans, Mack.¡± ¡°Yes, OK, let''s find out who thinks they don''t need prior landing clearance.¡± ¡°Permission granted for atmospheric entry, peace guillemot one,¡± the flight controller said. ¡°Peace Guillemot One?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°That''s what she called herself.¡± ¡°Mack?¡± Ruth asked ¡°Do you know which young heir to a throne got Peace-Guillemot one?¡± ¡°No idea, Ruth. You gave away twenty or so that first day, didn''t you?¡± ¡°Yes. But I do know.¡± ¡°Come on, Ruth, out with it!¡± ¡°I now understand Karella''s silence,¡± Ruth said, grinning. ¡°Ruth, who is it?¡± Mack asked. ¡°Ignorance is bliss, Mack, but if you wanted to get some more Council members up here it might be a good idea.¡± ¡°If you''re not telling, then let''s see who our visitor is and what he or she wants first.¡± Mack said.
10:10am After flaring off the radiation towards the end of its spiralling descent, the Guillemot''s wings switched to mirror as Svetlana carefully followed the final flight path. Once it reached the runway, she switched them to showing the imperial crest of Russia, bringing a mixture of shocked exclamations and queries about whose crest that was from those able to see. As she glided to a stop above the taxiway she said into the radio, ¡°I, crown princess Svetlana of Imperial Russia, acting with the knowledge and permission of my Imperial father, his majesty the Tsar of Russia, personally recognise the full independence of Mars and request permission, for myself, and my entourage to touch down and step foot on its sovereign soil.¡± Mack grabbed the microphone from the stunned flight controller and said ¡°As chair of the Mars Council, I thank you for this recognition. Permission is granted, your imperial highness.¡± ¡°Thank you, Mr Chairman. Sorry for the secrecy surrounding my visit, hopefully by the next time I come we''ll have an ambassador in place to help arrange things.¡± ¡°That sounds like full diplomatic relations, your imperial highness.¡± ¡°It does, doesn''t it? I hope you don''t object to that idea.¡± ¡°Full diplomatic relations with Russia?¡± the flight controller exclaimed. ¡°That murderous regime? Never! They killed my dad!¡± ¡°We don''t know it was Russia, Ernest.¡± Mack said. ¡°India and China have dropped hints and spoken of generaltities, but there weren''t any records kept, so who knows? It might have been one of them.¡± ¡°Most likely it was Russia, though, statistically speaking. Fifty five percent, were, they say.¡± ¡°I don''t know where they get that number if there weren''t records, but be that as it may, Ernest. Maybe with diplomatic ties we''ll get some answers.¡± ¡°Or we could just give her a dud breather, and see how her family likes it.¡± ¡°Ernest!¡± Mack reprimanded the man, ¡°That''s murder you''re advocating there. You''re going to be in court if you say that to anyone again.¡± ¡°Ernest,¡± Ruth said, ¡°Princess Svetlana''s sworn her self to peace. That''s why she''s got a peace submarine. And she''s younger than your daughter.¡± A voice called over the radio, Ernest didn''t move to answer it. Ten seconds later, it registered. He shook himself and said ¡°I''m removing myself from duty,¡± Ernest announced. ¡°My mind''s so full of her I didn''t hear what he said.¡± With that, he walked out.
Disembarkation area, Mars spaceport. 10:20 Mack. Ruth and Eloise reached the airlock just a few seconds before it opened and Svetlana exited in her state robe; there was no question who was the imperial princess here, Mack was relieved to note. ¡°I''m Mack Fischer, Council Chairman, your highness. Thank you once again for your acknowledgement of our soverignty. Let me present the Ambassador from Atlantis who alerted us to an arrival, and to Eloise Maugh, Council Secretary, which means that we make the decisions and she does all the hard work of running the civil service. Weclome to Mars.¡± ¡°Mr Chairman, your excellency, madam Secretary, thank you for meeting me. I imagine there are some with negative feelings towards me.¡± ¡°Not personally your highness,¡± Mack said, ¡°but Russia does not have the best reputation here.¡± ¡°One reason I came in such an unannounced manner was that I hoped to address the Mars Council before there are too many angry people gathered and screaming their hatred. I hope and pray that might be possible. I''ve no objection to a press presence, either.¡± ¡°Or ambassadors?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°None at all, your excellency.¡± ¡°I''ll see what I can organise, your highness,¡± Mack said, ¡°Eloise, can I ask you to conduct our arrivals through immigration and orientation?¡± ¡°Of course, Mack.¡± Eloise said. ¡°Shall I contact other ambassadors?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°And the press, please, Ruth.¡± Mack said. ¡°I don''t think the press need to know who''s just arrived.¡± ¡°No, I don''t think so.¡±
¡°Hi Simon,¡± Ruth said, ¡°Can I speak to Alice?¡± ¡°Hi Ruth! Is it urgent?¡± ¡°I can call back in five minutes. Much later will be getting late from my perspective.¡± ¡°OK if I pre-warn her? What''s the subject?¡± ¡°Meeting at the Council offices, probably in an hour, or an hour and a half. She''ll want to be there.¡± ¡°Topic?¡± Simon asked. ¡°The royal personage piloting the peace submarine that''s just landed would like to address the council, members of the press and any ambassadors who can make it.¡± ¡°Nothing was announced!¡± ¡°Karella told me to get to the space port just before this morning''s storm, picking up Mack or Eloise if I could. I managed both, so Mack is rounding up the Council and I''m rounding up Ambassadors. I was sort of hoping she could round up the press. ¡°Oh, I''ll do that. She''s just dozing after a bad night. Anything else thepress should know?¡± ¡°Hmm, I haven''t been sworn to secrecy, but it''s probably better if no one in the press knows who it is until Mack announces it at the meeting. Definitely a newsworthy event. Crown princess comes to Mars in secret, established writers of good repute are welcome to come and hear her explain what''s on her mind, as space allows, etc.¡± ¡°OK.¡± Simon said, ¡°I''ll pass the word on.¡±
¡°Her excellency is in Hellas, your excelency,¡± Ai Chen said, when Ruth asked to speak to the Chinese ambassador. ¡°Oh, of course! Inspecting the rice field,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Yes. Can I take a message?¡± ¡°Her Imperial Highness crown princess Svetlana has just landed and will be addressing an open meeting of the Council as soon as she has gone through immigration. Her majesty Karella notified me of the imminent landing, and I alerted the chairman.¡± ¡°She has a peace submarine?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I expect I saw that at the time. Thank you. I will discuss this surprisingnews with her excellency. Could there be angry protests, do you think?¡± ¡°I have seen one person react badly already,¡± Ruth acknowledged. ¡°It would be better if an announcement had been made months in advance.¡± ¡°I think she preferred the safety that comes from total surprise.¡± ¡°A rash ploy,¡± Ai Chen said, ¡°People will react with initial anger and without time to think.¡± ¡°I must alert the other ambassadors,¡± Ruth said. ¡°Yes. His excellency of India is also in Hellas.¡± Ai Chen said. ¡°I expected so. Perhaps there is someone at the embassy, still.¡± ¡°My opposite number is with him, but I do not know otherwise.¡± ¡°Oh, journalists do not know and should not know, by will of the Council chair.¡±
Mars Council chamber. 11.45am, Monsol 11th March 2278 ¡°Council members, Your excellencies, ladies and gentlemen of the press.¡± Mack said to the assembled throng. ¡°We don''t know what the princess wants to say, and we don''t know if her intent is only that you be present or if she is happy for her address to be broadcast immediately. What I do know is that she''s willing to have cameras here, so record and no broadcast, OK? Also, Eloise has just informed me that MarsCorp''s machines are doing their normal trick of playing up just at the most inconvenient time. So we''ll need to wait a bit longer. Sorry.¡± ¡°Who is it we''re waiting for?¡± One of the journalists asked. ¡°In the interests of security, that question will not be answered until her highness arrives.¡±
Blog entry, 12:05pm, 11th March 2278 Well, here we sit, assembled Council members, ambassadors, and journalists. Waiting for... we don''t know who actually, a crown princess from Earth arrived on a peace submarine, wants to talk to the Council, and is stuck by MarsCorp computer systems being their normal unhelpful selves. We guess that means she doesn''t want to register. So, she''s a jit, but not that much of one. Security is tight, we''ve just been told we''re not going to be told who it is until she gets here.¡±
Comments on Blog entry
I think I saw that space-sub arrive. Funny crest on its wings. Double headed dragon?
Tim543
>Double headed dragon? Can''t be. That''d be Russia. The Mer wouldn''t give Russia a peace submarine, they tried to kill their ambassador!
Tina124
Tina124, They did, one of the first ones. Something complicated I seem to remember.
Wombat001
I heard ''peace submarine one'' on the approach frequency. Does that tell us anything?
Scooby98589
Stop pulling my leg, Scoob, Wombat. There''s no way the crown princess of Russia would come here. She''d be afraid of being lynched.
Tina124
If it is her, she ought to be.
Anon54321
> If it is her, she ought to be. Afraid? Or lynched? I hope you mean the first. You''re not that anonymous.
Scooby98589
No Russian princess is setting foot on my planet without her friends and family regretting it.
Cantcatchme54321
If it is her, she''s barely twenty, I think.
Wombat001
Looked it up: ¡°Having sworn the same oath as other recipients, to not look into the submarine''s secrets and to work for peace, Tsarevna Svetlana of Russia flew home by Mer peace submarine 1, and got promoted to crown princess by the Tsar in response, deposing her big brother. Big brother permanently removed from succession and inheritance for attack on Mer ambassador. On her promotion to crown princess, the peace submarine was handed over to her.¡±
Wombat001
I''ll chip in a kg for a reward fund. Anyone else? Let''s send her home in a bag.
Anon98752
I''m in for 3kg.
Cantcatchme54321
Cantcatchme54321, Anon98752, you are permanently barred from this forum. Your registration details will be passed to the authorities. Incitement to murder is a serious crime.
Moderator
Moderator, can''t you take down their posts?
Wombat001
Not until they''ve been witnessed in context etc. Sorry.
Moderator.
Moderator, I suggest you hide this whole discussion thread.
Tim543
Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 16:Public speech

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 16:Public speech

Mars Council chamber, 12:15pm, Monsol 11th March Each clutching their new breather, tent and claim forms, Svetlana and her entourage were ushered into the Council chamber by Eloise. The podium area had more chairs than normal ¡ª all occupied apart from theirs ¡ª and there was a significant crowd of dignitaries and reporters in the lower half of the chamber. Mack stood at on podium and said ¡°Your highness, thank you for your patience with our immigration procedures. You asked to address the Council. We are all here. Ladies and gentlemen of the press, her Imperial Highness, Crown princess Svetlana of Russia.¡± ¡°I''m entirely used to waiting for important formalities, Mr Chairman, and very very happy that you felt able to offer me this right of claim. Mr Chairman, honoured Council members, I do not really expect I will ever have the time to practice the skills needed to produce my own first-harvest, but it has long been a dream. Thank you for making it one step closer. It is my greater desire that in the time I plan to be on Mars this trip I''ll be able to make significant steps towards normalising relationships between our nations. That establishment of diplomatic links is, partially, why I''m here.¡± ¡°Partially, highness?¡± Mack asked. ¡°I''m also here on a number of more painful matters. One is I wish to deliver a message from my mother, and also from my brother. I expect that they are necessary, but I also expect they will reopen painful wounds and that they will not be universally well received. My mother''s message is as follows: With others, our nation has done great harm to Mars, and reestablishing of relationships first needs an acknowledgement of fault. Twenty-five years ago, she learned of the tripartite Mars Plan that targeted the Firsters and their descendants for executions. One third of firsters for each nation, allocated by lot at the end of the third year of the colony. As a result, she immediately threatened to cancel her engagement to my father unless the use of Russian assassins was put to an end. It was. ¡°She feels she bears some responsibility for not extracting a promise from my father that he would make it clear that he would not allow anyone to restart it, but she felt she had won her point when he persuaded my grandfather to bring our involvement in assassinations to an end, a few months after her ultimatum. ¡°She was heart-broken to hear, just before Mars gained independence, that once again our nation was seeking to destroy lives, besmirching its honour in the eyes of the world in this manner. She praises God that he answered her prayers and not only protected lives but also she was easily able to persuade my father to remove from power the general who tried to restart that campaign, and cancel the orders given. ¡°The message from my brother is that a privileged upbringing, good teachers, and fierce pride are not enough to ensure wise decisions. He apologises for his youthful encouragement, eight or ten years ago, of that general who felt that Russia''s not keeping to its commitments to other shareholders demeaned its honour. He acknowledges his encouragement resulted in the breather failure of the ambassador for the Restored Kingdom. ¡°I add, from myself, and by way of explanation that my father does not, cannot oversee every decision taken by his trusted advisors. All authority in Russia is his, but he has also been a devoted husband to my mother through her many illnesses that result from the poisoning she fell victim to soon after my birth. He therefore trusts and delegates. This has led to deplorable, unjustifiable decisions. He does not deny his moral responsibility for giving the authority, nor for the actions taken in his name, but I will state that they were not his will, nor did they receive his approval. ¡°Another message I bring from my brother is that of sincere apology to the Council and the Ambassador to Mars of the Mer, for his actions against her when he was general-in-charge of the Imperial Space Force, which includes within its remit all activities outside the Earth''s atmosphere. He offers no excuse himself, but I will state he felt himself under extreme pressure to win my father''s approval, and when the justly condemned criminal Koschev came to him with his murderous and dishonorable plan, he approved it. Again, my father had no knowledge of the plan before it was carried out. ¡°I am now in administrative charge of the Imperial Russian Space Force, though I hold no formal military rank, and I have taken vows that, in as much as it depends on me, I will work for peace. I understand why assassins have been part of Russia''s security service, but I do not approve. My hope and prayer is that I will never be called upon to approve the use of assassination to defend myself and my family. Here, given our terrible history on Mars, I will go further. I publicly reject any use of assassins here. May the Lord God strike me dead before I ever approve any assassinations on Mars. I also state, there are Russian officers who were sent here as undercover assassins. They bear that role no more; I order them to return to Russia if they feel they want to reclaim that title. I also order them to obey the just laws of this planet and the authority of this council, and inform them that their superiors have been instructed to assume their honourable retirement from the Imperial security forces if they do not express a desire to eventually serve as embassy guards. As of this moment, by my Imperial Father''s decree, Russia has no assassin officers on Mars. We have embassy guards on extended standby and retired officers. ¡°On the subject of retired officers, Vasile Vladimirovich Gorbachev''s dishonourable discharge has been overruled by my Imperial Father, and replaced by a reprimand for failing to arrest Koschev for giving an order illegal under the Geneva conventions. His full pension rights are restored. ¡°The wife-beating drunkard and adulterer known as Koschev has long been a disgrace to his family and the uniform he wore. He is discharged without rank or honor. Furthermore, in view of the long list of crimes he has committed, here and elsewhere, his failure to accept aid offered to his subordinate, and his callous declaration that he did not care if Vasile Gorbachev lived or died, Koschev is classed as outlaw and legally dead. May he seek God''s mercy on his soul as he continues to have breath do do so. I leave his actual fate to this Council and humbly ask they not mention of his despicable name in my presence. By my order, in view of the failings of those who were his superiors to protect his long-suffering widow and child until now, these innocents have been classified as full dependants of the armed forces, which is to say that as well as receiving a pension to use as they wish, all their regular and reasonable expenses will be met directly from imperial funds. ¡°I thank the Mars Council, and the representatives of the press for their attention.¡± ¡°Your Imperial Highness,¡± Mack asked, ¡°I know you asked that the press be admitted, but you have not formally stated whether you are willing for your speech was to be broadcast in full. Was that your intention?¡± ¡°It was, and I am sorry for not making it clear. I am also willing to answer relevant questions.¡± ¡°How long will your stay on Mars be?¡± a reporter asked. ¡°I plan on staying more than a week and less than a month. I will not be more precise because of security issues.¡± ¡°We understand your visit was unexpected. May we ask where you will be staying?¡± ¡°One fun thing about making unexpected visits is seeing how quickly things get resolved. I plan to stay in my spacecraft, if other suitable options do not present themselves before this evening.¡± ¡°So you don''t know yet?¡± ¡°I have some ideas of who I might ask. For security purposes, I won''t publicise them.¡± ¡°You seem nervous about security.¡± ¡°My mother was poisoned during a state visit to a friendly nation. My father would have been poisoned at the same time, if he didn''t detest that particular foodstuff. I am not aware of any immediate threats against me, but I know I''m a target wherever I go.¡± ¡°You''re not worried about someone seeking revenge, then?¡± Another reporter asked. ¡°I understand that people might hate my nation for sending assassins here, trying to prevent independence. I would like to add that while the more recent wave were only Russians, the earlier wave of assassins was not, and that it was the efforts of my parents that put an end to that multi-national policy, and we stopped long before they did. The honourable ambassador for the Restored Kingdom''s beautiful song ''code-red'' is not entirely accurate: from the records I''ve seen, there were men and women with lists.¡± ¡°Will those records be made public?¡± ¡°I expect they will be eventually. At the moment, I do not have the authority to publish them unilaterally. I do not know quite how big a diplomatic crisis it would cause if I did. What I can say is that the records do exist, and I have taken measures that I hope will ensure that they are not destroyed.¡± ¡°Was Russia behind the hiding of the missing clauses?¡± ¡°Russia was one of the big-three shareholders in Mars Corp. I do not know which nation proposed that part of the plan, but I assume you realise that the tripartite plan pre-dated the founding of Mars Corp, and incorporated all the major elements: the missing clauses, the failure of breathers belonging to Firsters and Seconders, the deliberate suppression of small-scale hydroponics, the production of goodstuff from gloop. All these elements that have come to light in the last few years. Other elements of that murderous initial plan were not put into effect. Perhaps the selective sterilization of the Firster''s children would have been better than assassination, I am repelled by both. In either case, I rejoice that the plan failed. Mars is a planet of free citizens, and not a planet of serfs and slave-labourers paid in gloop.¡± ¡°Why did Russia keep sending assassins after the plan had obviously failed, and every single one was detected?¡± a journalist asked. Svetlana wasn''t surprised ¡°I think I have dealt with that in part ¡ª pride. Let me be more clear: not just individual pride, but national pride. Russia tries to keep to its international commitments. ¡°The plan foresaw the possibility that some Firsters or their descendants might successfully hide and then come forward later, and called for increased presence of assassins in that eventuality. Hence on learning that queries were being made about the missing clauses, the general complied. Additional assassination officers were sent. Except for the first one, orders for them to act were never given, as the general was replaced. ¡°I do not defend the general''s actions, I abhor them, but they were called for under that amoral agreement. ¡°You might also ask why Russia has not formed diplomatic links with Mars. Easy, all parties to the plan agreed not to for a period of at least four years after independence. ¡°So might I ask another question in reply? Why did the other major shareholders not keep their part of the amoral international agreement that was the tripartite plan? Why were they so quick to form diplomatic ties with Mars? ¡°If I might take this opportunity to cause diplomatic upset and answer my own question, I personally believe that the only reason that the other major nations did not uphold all their commitments under that tripartite agreement was self-interest. I do not believe it was because they had suddenly found some moral high ground, I have strong reasons to believe they did not in any way take on board my mother''s efforts to stop the assassinations. I expect they were surprised at the inconsistency of our policy, but no question was raised at any meeting about us doing it. The tripartite plan was last re-ratified only eight years ago, in 2270. "But, it seems they simply decided that keeping their promise to fully abide by the plan was not in their interests any more, so they forgot all about their so-called cast-iron promises. ¡°I do not have the authority to release the records I spoke of earlier, but in response to the unfaithfulness of the other parties, I will be making the whole text of the Mars plan available before I leave. My Imperial father insists that I add the following in case any of the other parties thinks to assassinate me because of this announcement: I remind the former parties to the Mars plan that Russia keeps it''s promises, positive or negative, no matter how inconvenient. An attempted or actual assassination of an Imperial crown-prince or princess has only ever had one response. Your deepest bunkers are not deep enough to hide in.¡± In a much more friendly tone of voice Svetlana said ¡°Now, I saw a hand raise part way through my long reply. Another question?¡± ¡°Errr, I had planned to ask if you could comment on the current diplomatic relationship between the three major stakeholders.¡± Svetlana laughed, ¡°Now or just before I announced I would be sharing their dirty laundry? Relationships between Russia and its former partners in the tripartite Mars Plan have not been good recently. One might say a little frosty. I hear they have made claims about talking to Russia about their little charade regarding compensation. I don''t know if they talked to a minor official or just a patch of bare Russian soil somewhere, but word of that conversation certainly never reached my father. So, they were frosty. I expect they''re now a little cooler; like, say, the Martian icecaps.¡± ¡°There has been some speculation that the big three would not have provided the financial support of MarsCorp to the extent they did if there had not been the expected financial return,¡± Someone asked. ¡°I believe that might be the case for the other two. For Russia, space exploration and exploitation have always been a matter of national pride. Some documents I have seen support my belief, but I don''t know.¡± ¡°If Russia''s involvement in Mars is a matter of national pride, how has it become such a disaster for Russia''s international standing?¡± ¡°My brother tried to be competent, but struggled with the bigger picture. The man he replaced believed that asking the Tsar for advice was a sign of weakness. And of course, I am still an idealistic teenager who thinks of things in black and white, so I see it as the inevitable result of agreeing to an evil scheme, and being too pig-headedly proud to try to negotiate our way out of promises that shouldn''t have been made.¡± ¡°I don''t think there''s been an open question and answer time from a member of the Russian royal family for a hundred years. Is this a one-off or do you expect it to be something we should expect to continue?¡± ¡°I cannot imagine this pattern will work everywhere. I prefer openness but there are security concerns, especially at home. So, perhaps I will only be able to give impromptu open press conferences when I make unexpected visits to Mars. I don''t know.¡± An Asian-looking woman stood. ¡°I am Ai Chen, assistant to honourable Ambassador of China. Does imperial princess say there there is honour in keeping a dishonourable promise?¡± Svetlana bowed her head in acknowledgement ¡°I greet you, honourable assistant of honourable representative of our southern neighbour. I am young, and perhaps foolishly bring dishonour on myself by speaking rashly. But to my mind there is no honour in breaking any promise, nor is there honour in keeping a dishonourable one in its dishonourable portions. I think when there is a dishonourable promise made, the action of honour is to agree with the others involved that the promise was dishonourable, and should not be held to by any. That path was not taken. When one side breaks an inconvenient promise, and another keeps it, that brings deep distrust. Russia has held to that dishonourable promise, both the violent parts and the inconvenient parts, and because others acted as though breaking it was of no importance, distrust has grown. I have studied some history, and think understanding of a country''s actions is only possible through a knowledge of treaties. This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it "That there was some kind of agreement, all know. Some parts of the agreement are not known, and I would find no honour in allowing another to be blamed for what I had agreed to and been a part of. ¡°I follow Christ, and think that confession of sin must come before forgiveness. So I confess on behalf of my nation, and hope that forgiveness can come. Thus, I will release the Mars-plan. But as I speak of honour, I will not allow all the dishonour for the assassinations to fall on my great-grandfather, for I do not believe such an idea came from Imperial Russia at all. I say so for a simple reason: the sterilisation plan is listed as developed by us, as an alternative to the assassination plan.¡± ¡°Do you know why the sterilisation plan was not put into effect?¡± A reporter asked. ¡°The three doctors who were sent to Mars for that purpose all became involved with Firsters. Strangely enough, their loyalties changed.¡± ¡°Three Russian doctors?¡± someone asked. ¡°Bad question.¡± Svetlana said, ¡°I will not say who came to Mars on such a ticket. I believe the law states that all Martians have a right to their privacy, do they not?¡± ¡°Thank you, your Imperial Highness,¡± Mack said. ¡°Regarding the assassins, do you have information on who targeted whom?¡± ¡°I have some. I will be releasing data on when Russian agents were sent, and how Russian agents applied policies. The tripartite plan states that the number of agents from each nation will be the same, I have no information that that was not held to, though of course our agents stopped assassinations twenty five years ago while others continued. Beyond that, I have some information in terms of how the targeting of individuals worked. Registrin'' was a jit thing to do, obviously. Is a jit thing to do, according to people I trust.¡± ¡°You believe there is still a threat of assassins?¡± ¡°In my life there is always a threat of assassins. I was speaking of Marscorp''s ability to keep data safe, however.¡± ¡°You don''t believe that MarsCorp has cleaned up its act?¡± Claudia asked. ¡°I don''t know. Please tell me if MarsCorp has actually proven it has any need for that data, beyond curiosity. If so, please show me the report from the expert systems penetration team that reads ''I''d trust them to know how to access my swiss bank account.'' Because they''re asking almost enough to do that.¡± ¡°I don''t think many Martians have a Swiss bank account, your highness,¡± Mack said, smiling at the thought. ¡°I''m not surprised. But maybe someone has used the data from MarsCorp to open one in your name, Mr Chairman, and are even now running up a huge debt for you, payable in six months'' time.¡± ¡°You don''t think I''m such a jit I''d go and register do you?¡± Mack asked. ¡°My point exactly,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°nor am I.¡± There was a chuckle from the crowd, and looking around, Svetlana noticed a cluster of mer-warriors, entirely distinctive with their blow-pipes and knives. She was pretty sure the one in the middle was the ambassador she''d very briefly met on arrival. Deliberately, she decided she''d like to talk to Karella''s ambassador once there were no more questions. Ruth nodded, and Svetlana mentally reviewed the long complex question she''d been filing away. It boiled down to did she think that Russia had anything that Mars wanted. ¡°Yes. For example, I believe that Mars wants more comet deliveries to help with terraforming. Which nation do you think provides seventy-five percent of Mars-Corp''s most powerful fusion engines? That''s to say the seventy-five percent that have an outstanding reliability record, rather than the twenty-five percent that MarsCorp are forced to buy from other sources by their charter, and frequently have problems. I do not doubt that Mer technology is superior ¡ª how could I, after I''ve got here in a week by a Mer vessel? But I have spoken to her Imperial Majesty Karella of Atlantis, and she agreed with me that the mostly boring work of shepherding comets was not a job that would appeal to many Mer. It makes more sense to apply the limited and amazing skills of Mer artificers to tasks only they can do, and to leave boring comet watching and boring mass production work to us landfolk, and I assure you, engine production in Russia is not running at peak capacity. This is just one area of possible trade, of course. ¡°This seems a good moment for me to conclude. The ships that brought the Firsters here were powered by Russian engines, the ships that brought almost all immigrants here were powered by Russian engines, because MarsCorp prefers to use non-Russian engines on drone ships, because of reliability issues. I do not in any way wish he to downplay other nations'' historical visits or the sad failed attempts in previous generations. But the ships that brought almost everyone here were designed with Russian expertise or involvement. Other nations played their part of course, but I understand the general consensus of space engineers from outside Russia is that Mars colonisation without Russian involvement in MarsCorp would have almost certainly involved several transports lost en-route. ¡°I started by thanking this council for the granting me and my entourage landing permission and rights of claim. Perhaps, to you it was normal, nothing special. But to my father it is most significant that the Imperial house of Russia now has some hectares of land here after our helping to start this colony of the human race. Before I landed I could only speak in my own name, but now, having been granted this land-right, I have authority to speak in his name. It is in his name I acknowledge the sovereignty of Mars; in his name I ask this council and the people of Mars to accept Russia''s sincere regret for ever agreeing to that terrible tripartite plan; in his name I ask you not to lay all or most of its evils at our feet, as some have been tempted to do; and in his name, and the name of all Russia, I ask that you accept full diplomatic ties and at least consider our sincere offer of future friendship.¡± Turning to the woman in a mask beside her, Svetlana said, ¡°Truthsayer, thank you for your presence and your time. Would you like to comment on what you heard or did not hear?¡± Cecilia Thornthwaite-Durrel, stepped up to the microphone. ¡°Honoured council members and ambassadors, Frank, if you''re watching, seconders, thirders, fourthers, fifthers, born Martians, immigrant Martians, jits and crims; I listened to her highness''s thoughts all through that. I heard ¡ª and understood - some thoughts in Russian, which is probably why her Imperial highness asked for a truthsayer who knows Russian. Of course she''s been preparing what to say. Wouldn''t you? But she went off script enough and made up enough on the spot that I''m quite sure that what we''ve just heard is truth.¡± ¡°What, all of it?¡± Svetlana pressed. ¡°Highness, as a whole you spoke truth. You certainly said no lie. You were a bit politer than you might have been in places, for example about certain people''s pride and stubbornness. But I think you trod on diplomatic toes harder than I would like to. I heard a desire to balance openness with avoiding offense, but no lie.¡± ¡°Thank you truthsayer,¡± Mack said. ¡°And thank you your Imperial Highness. You have certainly given us much to think about. Shame about the rest of the day''s plans.¡± ¡°I do not expect you to devote any more of your time to me today, Mr Chairman.¡± Svetlana said, speaking into the microphone once more. ¡°Please, do not feel you must leave things undone on my account. I have no definite plans left for my visit, and plenty of things I''d like to do. Ignore me, or quiz me. I am available to this council.¡± With that, Svetlana stepped off the platform into the midst of her small entourage, and together they retired towards a side room the council had made available for them.
Council chamber side room. Ruth was the first ambassador to come and visit as the council went into closed session. ¡°I understand that one thing on your wish-list is seeking a bed, peace-submarine pilot?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Of course you can have one!¡± ¡°Not just one.¡± Svetlana said, ¡°I do have five others with me.¡± ¡°The embassy has space, highness, and as you ought to know, you are welcome to it. Will you tell me of them?¡± ¡°The young man trying to keep a respectful distance but with the camera permanently glued to his eye socket is Vladimir Vladimirovich, a reporter. The woman trying to stop him from tripping over chairs as he backs into the corner is his girlfriend, Yuliya, who is here deciding if she wants to become my lady in waiting, like Olga is, or take up another job.¡± ¡°So it''s an extended interview?¡± ¡°More like a trial period. I''ve known Yuliya a long time, since her mother is one of my mother''s ladies in waiting. Anna and Leonid are my token bodyguards.¡± ¡°Token bodyguards, Highness?¡± Anna asked. ¡°Sorry, Anna, a poor choice of words. But we both know that there are many potential threats here that even fifteen bodyguards could not protect me from them all twenty four hours a day. You and Leonid are here to demonstrate my father''s will that I not face threats unprotected, and of course provide protection when I do some particularly risky things.¡± ¡°You are all welcome to the little outpost of Atlantis on Mars,¡± Ruth said, and I would like to introduce my husband, Robert.¡± ¡°Dr Young, as you might guess, I''ve been reading about your plans,¡± Svetlana greeted him, ¡°I hope you don''t mind me tweaking them to my own purpose.¡± ¡°No, your highness. I''m well aware of Mer preferences, and your suggestion isn''t a new one. But without diplomatic or trading ties it has seemed impossible. Do you know if thrusters on a par with the engines of Jupiter-class vessels might be available?¡± ¡°From what I have been told, additional numbers of any currently produced engine are easily available. For past designs, we don''t normally destroy tooling, so that should not be too hard either. I also understand that thoughts of higher thrust versions, capable of coping with cometary reaction mass without such extreme filtering as there''d be for a passenger ship, are also getting the designers excited.¡± ¡°There would be additional costs, presumably,¡± Robert said. ¡°Probably, I''d assume there are good points too. But I won''t claim to be any sort of expert.¡± ¡°Could you put me in touch with some experts?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Robert, love,¡± Ruth warned, ¡°You do need to remember that the Council get to decide how to respond to her highness'' statement, before you can jump into any negotiations. To be honest, your highness, you''re entirely right to think that almost all the blame for the assassinations has been laid a Russia''s door.¡± ¡°And what we publish will be treated with suspicion, as untrusted and untrustworthy villains, only trying to sling mud to spoil new friendships.¡± Svetlana added. ¡°Sorry,¡± Ruth agreed. ¡°And my father''s ''don''t you think of assassinating my daughter'' warning will be portrayed as a ludicrous attempt to lay credence to the documents, will it not?¡± ¡°Not by me, highness.¡± Ruth said, ¡°Thank you. And meanwhile the friends of India and China are probably gathering their friends to protest against atrocities that were not of our making.¡± ¡°Russia did send a lot of people with the assassination liquid.¡± ¡°Not officially, we didn''t. I didn''t want to argue it in front of everyone, but my brother''s predecessor sent some assassins, yes. One or two with the chemical, I can''t remember. The rest without. In any case, it was nowhere near as many as Mars has imprisoned. It''s one of my ''it would be nice things to do'' list, to interview those people and try to find out who did send them.¡± ¡°You think that other nations sent Russian assassins?¡± ¡°I think other nations bribed Russian officials to use some spare time and their official I.D.s to recruit and send people of Russian origin with the sabotage chemical, yes. I don''t know who did it, but it certainly hasn''t helped international relationships.¡± ¡°And you''ve just offered them jobs?¡± Robert asked. ¡°Not the ones in prison, no. That wasn''t my intention, anyway. I meant the sleepers, who I assume someone you know knows all about.¡± ¡°Someone I know?¡± Ruth asked, wondering where this was going. ¡°Yes. The married Martian truthsayer who used her gift to help Vasile Vladimirovich talk to his holiness the metropolitan of Moscow, and so come to a true understanding of faith.¡± ¡°Why do you assume I know such a person?¡± Svetlana looked at Ruth steadily and decided that Ruth didn''t need Vladimir to hear her say what Karella had said about Ruth''s friend. ¡°Oh, right.¡± Ruth said, ¡°You''re very good at that for a non-thought-hearer, by the way.¡± ¡°I did have a lovely educational time in Atlantis,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°And it''s been quite useful on occasions. But yes, I have good reasons to think you know who I''m talking about.¡± ¡°And the metropolitan of Moscow spoke to you about strange happenings here?¡± ¡°He spoke to my mother, knowing she wouldn''t be in favour of assassination attempts anywhere, and more recently I spoke to him about my visit, and other things.¡± ¡°Oh? Seeking spiritual guidance?¡± ¡°Not exactly, it was easier to talk to the metropolitan than the Institute for the Human Mind. Has Karella told you about my coming to faith?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°My mother put her trust in God soon after she was poisoned, so I grew up with a believing mother and unbelieving father. I heard the gospel explained to me quite a lot, but mostly from mother, or her ladies in waiting, which sort of counted as one witness to my mind. I wanted some independent confirmation, and it came in the form of Jake Karella Christoph, just before western Christmas. He and Karella led me to faith under St Petersburg harbour on a construction submarine.¡± ¡°What was Karella doing on a construction sub?¡± ¡°Karella as in Jake''s new wife, daughter of the Mer ambassador to St Petersburg, she was interpreting for me.¡± ¡°Oh! Right, that makes more sense. But your English is good.¡± ¡°It''s improved a lot in the last few months, I''ve been travelling so much. I''m quite looking forward to starting University, it''ll be nice to stay at home and just have one subject to learn. Oops.¡± She turned to Vladimir, and said in Russian, ¡°Vladimir, you know you don''t mention me going to university to anyone, certainly not staying at home, I hope.¡± ¡°I do now, Tsarevna.¡± ¡°Good. Don''t forget,¡± turning back to Ruth she asked, ¡°It''s been lovely chatting, but do you think we should see if there''s anyone else who wants to talk to me?¡± ¡°It''d probably be polite, yes,¡± Ruth agreed, going to the door, ¡°Alice, why didn''t you knock? Your highness, her excellency the ambassador for the restored kingdom. Alice, come and meet a sister in Christ, who''s been telling me some things she didn''t want to get bogged down in out there.¡± ¡°Oh yes?¡± ¡°Not all the captured Russian assassins were sent officially. Unknown powers and corruption believed involved.¡± ¡°That''s.... that''s going to be very hard to prove, your highness.¡± ¡°I know. That''s why I didn''t bother mentioning it. I have a list of eight now ex-assassins sent through the correct channels who are still on Mars, other than the pair who tried to start a war with Atlantis. Two of my eight are in jail, leaving urm, what, ten extra? Or is it more? I doubt the others know they''re not here officially, but maybe they''ve been talking to each other or listening to court proceedings and worked it out.¡± ¡°Why do you say they might have worked it out?¡± ¡°The people we sent were special forces. They trained together, or at least under the same instructors. They knew their rank and serial number, should have known how the Geneva conventions applied, and knew the chain of command.¡± ¡°So there were no whispered conversations in a bar late at night, or clandestine meetings on deserted university campuses, like films show?¡± Ruth asked. ¡°Exactly. And nor were there ''we''ll let you out of jail if you sign up for this mission'', or that sort of thing.¡± ¡°So, in your view, highness. How should the Geneva conventions applied to make it OK to sabotage breathers?¡± ¡°Sorry, your excellency, I over simplified. We also had a pair of secret service agents who might have done the sabotage. They came, after their predecessor came down with an allergic reaction. But when you published about the attack, my mother heard, and the general got fired. So they got no deliveries or targets, and they''ve all left. The assassins still here are specialists in improvised weapons, not poisoners. The sabotaged breathers were of course acceptable under Russian law and even would have been under international law because the missing clauses were declared to be official secrets. They couldn''t be acted on unless published, so anyone thinking of claiming their rights under the charter would have been violating those so-called official secrets. The ability to classify previously public information as an official secret is a loophole that seriously needs closing, I think, but it''s there. The weapons specialists were sent here in case an exit needed to be forced for anyone else. We sent no sabotage fluid after the general was fired. ¡°But I''m confused by something else, your highness,¡± Alice said, ¡°Breather failures only stopped for ten years, but you said your mother stopped them before her marriage.¡± ¡°Officially sanctioned Russian sabotage efforts stopped eight years before certain other countries could be persuaded. One Russian saboteur was convicted of murder after he was found to have disobeyed the order to stop and collaborated with the foreign powers. I can release the transcript of the court case if you wish.¡± ¡°Certainly,¡± Alice said. ¡°But I''m still confused, how did the Russian judicial system have no problem trying a saboteur for a murder that took place on foreign soil? Is that normal?¡± ¡°Foreign soil?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°It didn''t happen on foreign soil, your excellency. It happened on Mars, a jointly dependent crown territory. Jurisdiction was a bit of a mess, but legally from our point of view just over one undefined quarter of this planet used to be part of Russia.¡± ¡°And so the Russian Secret Service treated breaches of state secrets just like at home,¡± Alice said, as light dawned. ¡°What else did you think was happening, your excellency?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°I thought it was simply an attempt at exterminating of the firsters and their blood-lines.¡± ¡°That''s what the plan called for. Not even my grandfather approved of that. Our agents were supposed to be more selective than that. My grandfather''s favourite motto was that ''the innocent lamb need have no fear of the most draconian laws.'' My mother''s argument was that if no one hadn''t even hinted that the missing clauses might have been classified secret, how could they consider themselves to be anything but innocent lambs?¡± ¡°Next question, if I may. Didn''t the Russian ambassador try to bring a recording device to the shareholder''s meeting so that the shareholders could be targeted?¡± ¡°Targeted? In what sense? With bullets or unsolicited mail? It would have been easy to drop a kinetic energy weapon on the shareholder''s meeting, would it not, if we wanted to kill lots of people? My brother wanted information. He wanted to know how people reacted, and so on. You, I realise, thought of independence from the supremely incompetent bully MarsCorp, and of Mars growing up and leaving home; My brother thought part of Russia was breaking away. I do not know what he wanted to find out, perhaps he would have suggested that ring-leaders be assassinated. I don''t expect my father would have agreed, since he''d only just fired the general for the sabotage campaign.¡± ¡°Your highness, as you know I''m also a journalist...¡± ¡°I do not claim privacy on anything I''ve told you, Alice, though I do claim privacy on an accidental slip before you came in. But Vladimir has been taking notes, and I''m sure he''d be happy to earn some grammes.¡± ¡°But my English is not very good.¡± Vladimir said, ¡°A joint work, perhaps?¡± Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 17:Reactions

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 17:Reactions

Outside the Council Assembly hall, Dome 2, Mars. The small crowd had a variety of hastily made placards. Svetlana surveyed the signs as she looked out of the doorway. Lots of them had ''55%'' on them, referring to number of deaths that had been ascribed to Russia. ''Down with Russia!'', ''Tsar = Murderer'', ''Sorry Restoration, we should have aimed at Moscow'', ''Never forget Russian death plan'', ''No welcome for murderess!'', ''Send her to Olympus with her fiend Koscheff!'', ''Vengeance is God''s work, but God works through his people!'' ¡°Someone can''t spell, I see,¡± Svetlana said, in grim humour. ¡°They didn''t hear your speech, highness,¡± Ruth said. ¡°I know. Thank you, Ruth, for your support. That one on the right is the most disturbing, I think.¡± ¡°I recognise that man,¡± Ruth said, ¡°He was the flight controller when you landed. He blames Russia for his father''s death.¡± ¡°Lots of people have similar pain, I''m sure. I did think of sending my message from Space, before I landed.¡± ¡°I think it was a lot more effective in person, highness.¡± ¡°That was my hope. I just hope people like that listen. Fifty five percent is the fraction of breather failures they''re ascribing to us?¡± ¡°Yes. India and China are officially not saying anything, but they''re whispering that number.¡± ¡°Lies and distortion, repeated enough, is viewed as unassailable truth,¡± Svetlana said sadly. ¡°You have true information?¡± ¡°It won''t be believed, but I have it. I''ll speak to my father about releasing it.¡± ¡°Shall we go?¡± ¡°Please, but let''s start with correcting that woman''s spelling. Leonid, can you do the honours?¡± ¡°Of course highness, my marker pen is at the ready.¡±
Blog entry, 4pm, Monsol 11th March, 2278 Bodyguard corrects libel, leaves execution demand After giving an impassioned speech in which she condemned the tripartite plan, and while acknowledging Russia''s involvement in it firmly denied that most of the deaths were caused by Russian agents, princess Svetlana surprised everyone once more, and sent one of her bodyguards to talk politely to a woman waving a placard outside the council hall. The bodyguard then corrected the spelling on it, and changed ''her'' to ''the''. Probably the woman had wanted to write ''and her friend Koschev'', but she''d spelt his name with a double f instead of the v, and also written ''fiend''. The bodyguard was very happy with that designation, so at the princess''s request made it read ''and the fiend Koschev''. Interviewed immediately afterwards the protester said that the bodyguard had explained princess objected very strongly to being named as any friend of Koschev (who she''d just declared an outlaw and legally dead), but her imperial highness guessed that calling for her execution wasn''t libel. Though he did wonder in passing what capital crime the princess had committed, other than having the wrong great-grandfather. The protester also stated that, having listened to the recording of the princess''s speech, she felt very ashamed for what she''d written on the sign, and entirely retracted the bit about the princess. Another protester got challenged on the theology of his placard by the Mer ambassador, who also told him that the princess recognised that a lot of people had suffered from the tripartite plan.
Article for Solar-system wide publication, By Alice F-B and Vladimir Vladimirovich, published 6pm, Monsol 11th March, 2278. Alice writes As reported elsewhere, Her imperial highness, Crown Princess Svetlana of Russia has stepped off her Peace Submarine and onto Mars. The Mer ambassador got about an hour''s notice, the Council slightly less. My co-author Vladimir was a passenger on board the small submarine-spaceship, sharing a room with Leonid the body guard. If you''ve seen pictures, Leonid is the one with the moustache. And the arms that look like they could bend steel pipe in knots. You never guessed he was a bodyguard, did you? Leonid has a good sense of humour too, claims it''s not fair and he was type-cast. According to his story, when he was sixteen he joined the queue to audition as a ballet dancer, but was told he''d queued up at the wrong door, and found himself enrolled in the Imperial Protection Service instead. Having seen him try to pirouette... he''s in the right job. What a day of revelations! A member of the one of the most closely guarded royal families ¡ª in both the private and bodyguard sense ¡ª invites open questions and puts herself at the disposal of the Mars council for more questioning. But she has her own questions, too. Who sent so many assassins, for instance? She doesn''t deny they thought they were sent officially, but according to her Imperial Highness, the Russian authorities sent precisely one agent with the sabotage fluid. Then the general who''d re-started the sabotage was fired by the Tsar for breaking with a policy the Tsar had convinced his father to adopt. Someone else sent most of the others. The general had been sacked by then, and the Tsar''s son who took over afterwards swears it wasn''t him. According to Tsarevna Svetlana, lie-detector tests were done on everyone in that department, and there was no evidence one of them sent anyone extra either. No other department had the authority. Her guess? Someone accepted a bribe from a foreign power and sent some extras who''d watched too many spy films. Vladimir writes: You probably don''t believe this. Maybe you are kind, and believe the Tsarevna has been duped. Also, you probably think there was only ever one sort of assassin on Mars, ones who can secretly spray (once-)invisible chemicals onto breathers. The Tsarevna corrected my co-author on this matter also, so you''re in good company. But you actually already know differently; Vasile Vladimirovich Gorbachev, the reluctant almost-assassin of the Mer ambassador, for instance, was sent by Russia. He was sent because he was an expert in unusual and improvised weapons, just like the other officially sent assassins still on Mars; special forces operatives each one of them. There were some Secret Service people on the same transport as Mr Gorbachev, who we can guess might have had training in spraying nasty chemicals. But they left soon after the shareholder''s meeting. They had no role on a Mars made free by the United Nations, since their role was internal affairs. Alice writes Internal affairs? Another revelation! Under Russian law, 26% of non-independent Mars counted as Russian. Which 26%? No one knew, and therefore in effect the whole planet was considered to be under Russian law where local law enforcement processes were deemed ineffective. For centuries, the Russian Secret Service has operated a policy of internal and ''swift justice'' for certain classes of crime inside Russia. For example, open discussion of official secrets. Which, shockingly, the missing clauses were classed as. Vladimir writes That''s right. The tripartite plan, which I''ve had the last few days to study, says that all parties will declare the clauses dealing with eventual independence for Mars as official secrets. Outrageous! But true. Her Imperial Highness Svetlana declared ¡°The ability to classify previously public information as an official secret is a loophole that seriously needs closing, I think, but it''s there,¡± Where is it? International law regarding assassinations. Or rather, it''s not ¡ª In international law, there''s an acceptance of international state-sponsored assassinations in cases of a threat to the safety of a royal or high official or of the dissemination of official-secrets, but there is no restriction of what can be declared an official secret. A head of state might declare their birthday an official secret, and thus be entitled to assassinate anyone who mentioned it or sent them a birthday card. Not that Mars counted as international, in Russian eyes. Soon after addressing the Council, the princess expanded on her mother''s intervention, and the effect it had. Twenty five years ago, she pointed out that secret laws make a mockery of justice, and the Martians had no knowledge that the missing clauses were official secrets. After pondering this, the then Tsar agreed, and the ''swift justice'' sabotage of breathers by Russian agents was officially halted in the summer of 2253. After that, no deaths to breather failure should be directly attributed to Russian policy, though of course other parties to the tripartite agreement continued their involvement. I chose my words carefully. It was not policy, but at least one agent carried on: a Russian Secret Service agent was tried and executed for insubordination and murder in 2255 after continuing to collaborate with the assassination programs of other nations. Probably he was the only person tried on Earth in connection to the breather sabotage. Why was that murder, when the earlier ones were not? For exactly the same reason that a soldier cannot shoot without orders. As soon as the Tsarina read of the re-started sabotage my co-author almost fell victim to, the general who authorised it was removed from power. The Tsarevna has made records available substantiating all of these claims. Alice writes Maybe you think that the Tsarevna is deliberately providing false documentation? Or perhaps that she''s been fed a clever string of lies? I made some enquiries using my other role, and the palace back home authorised a quick search of old confusing intercept records. I can report that the international listening branch of Security in the Restored Kingdom can confirm the recall of the person named in the court records, on a charge of failing to obey imperial orders ending the programme ''fresh air perfume''. They can also confirm that the programme was cancelled before the marriage of the present Tsar, as the Tsarevna asserted. They also inform me that there were a number of other messages linked to this ¡ª until now meaningless ¡ª code: Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. 1. Operational start in 2226, accompanied with reminders that ''no matter what others consider normal, the Tsar requires documentation and tracking of effectiveness.'' 2. Regulations in 2231 banning ''ineffective'' low-level use, and specifying a minimum concentration of perfume in gift-bottles. ''What''s the point of a perfume when you only notice it when all the guests have left the party, and might have even picked up the wrong coat?'' 3. Records stating that certain people had tested and whether they were or were not deemed candidates. These were nameless and referenced by a number. 4. A report in 2245 saying ''Although Frank Ghandi has been deemed not a candidate to receive the perfume, others want to reward him regardless''. Immediately a reply was given ''only eligible contestants get to compete. If possible, tell him he''s not eligible and should not seek to take part.'' I asked Frank if that report recorded triggered any memories. It did: in 2245 an ''almost-gorgeous forty year old blond jit with a Russian accent'' he remembers, asked him about the missing verses once. He thinks he said something dismissive about conspiracy theories not interesting him, and carried on trying to chat her up. He didn''t succeed, but a few days later at the same bar and she walked up to him, greeted him with a kiss to the cheek and while he was thinking maybe he had made a conquest after all, she whispered, ''Coming here is a jit thing to do, Mr Ghandi, they know you by sight. Hide, hide well.¡± And he did. What do I conclude? I conclude we''ve misjudged Russia and laid the blame unfairly. We might not like Russia''s use of assassination, but they were being true to their laws. The Russian Secret Service of the 30s and 40s was not indiscriminate. They did not want a sabotaged breather to accidentally change hands. Nor did they have orders to assassinate every firster or seconder, only those who were heard to talk about the missing clauses. Registering was a jit thing to do, but it seems if you were on Russia''s list, then not talking about the missing clauses might keep you alive when they did find you. At least until someone else did. To the people who were waving placards saying ''murderess'' to a nineteen year old girl who''s just vowed she''d rather die than send assassins here this afternoon, I ask two questions. Do you plan on saying sorry? The Tsarevna hasn''t killed anyone, and her parents worked to end the assassination program. My second question is what''s the biggest risk you have ever taken? Was it, by any chance coming to Mars? To my mind, for the Tsarevna to come here at all was a massive risk. She knows, after all, how many deaths have been laid at Russia''s door. For her to announce her arrival as she did, making her presence known to the public, was a bigger gamble. For her to request a truthsayer as she addressed the council, ask for reporters to be present, and then invite open questions... wow! And to top it all off, she opened the question of assassinations and has released the tripartite pact. She expected crowds screaming hatred at her because of her great-grandfather''s actions. She expected her words to be treated with scorn. But she came, because she thought it was right. Russia is not like my home country, not like most people''s home country. It is ruled by an absolute monarch. The Tsar does not often change laws, but he has the absolute right to. Or perhaps it is better to say his word is law. The Tsarevna described that as a trap: if he intervenes, it is painted by the outside world as him throwing his weight around, if he is passive, he is seen as condoning things he does not approve of. People only rarely present alternative points of view, because it might viewed as criticism, and when his word is law, criticising the Tsar is treason. This is not his will, it is the interpretation of the courts, and if the Tsar tries to override it, as an ancestor once did, he invites other forms of treason in the mind of the ordinary Russian. The members of the princess''s entourage confirm this: Russians expect a firm hand from their rulers in dealing with criminals. So, the Tsar is stuck with absolute power. People wisely fear his displeasure, so hide behind policies, and the Tsar cannot chide without it being taken as changing policy. So, he relies on those who he can speak to privately ¡ª his immediate family ¡ª to interpret and pass on his will with less authority, and more possibility that they will obtain a truthful explanation and real information. Most of all, for this role, the Tsar relied upon his wife, who sadly is still suffering the consequences of an assassination attempt, and rarely leaves her well-guarded rooms. Did the foolish ruler who ordered that attack know how hard he struck Russia''s government? We''ll never know, of course, since Russian agents avoided the almost certain war with their retaliatory strike. Does her imperial highness take a risk telling us these things? Probably, yes. But she feels that not being understood is the bigger risk for all Russia. She seeks peace as much as it depends on her, as she vowed she would. I don''t know any of us expected she would carry it this far, when we heard recordings of her taking that vow. Her Imperial Highness Tsarevna Svetlana grew up with certainty that even among friends, no place was truly safe. Yet she came here, and made herself new enemies. But she has also made new friends. I hope and pray that the enemies are few and her friends are many. Vladimir writes I just want to add that her Imperial highness was totally shocked to hear, just after releasing the tripartite agreement this afternoon, that the long-debated trade deals are due to be signed with China and India at the end of this week. Like everyone else, she''d thought there were still months of negotiation to go, and when they announced they were accepting Mars'' position we were more than half way here, reducing our already minuscule radar signature by coming straight at Mars from the sun. Alice and the Mer ambassador witnessed her shock and a truthsayer confirmed it. Their announcement had no effect on the timing of her visit. As ambassador as well as journalist, Alice of course must be doubly careful what she says about this. I however am just a Russian journalist who''s studied the tripartite agreement, and because I''ve had the joy of getting to know another member of the princess'' party over the past year and a half, I''ve also heard unguarded words spoken at the palace concerning the reliability or otherwise of India and China as partners in other agreements as well as the tripartite Mars plan. I''m allowed to say be careful what you sign, Mars. These countries plan very very carefully. Their surprising to-you decision was probably planned at least a year ago.
Press release from Mars Council, Tuesol 12th March 2278 It is with regret that the Mars Council has informed its negotiating partners, the governments of India and China that, given yesterday''s surprising and detailed revelations by the Tsarevna Svetlana, the Council has not been able to give the time and attention it planned to the final version of the trade deal that has been proposed by these two states. We trust they will be gracious to us as we postpone the signing of the deal until we''ve had time to scrutinise and discuss all its points in the detail deserved by such a significant treaty.
Press release for Solar System distribution, 12th March The Federal Kingdom calls upon all Nations to support their measure in the United Nations to close the loophole identified by HRH Svetlana of Russia, and applauds her raising of this issue and her rejection of assassination as a tool of political oppression, and calls on all governments and future heads of state to do likewise. The government of the Federal Kingdom is also pleased to confirm that analysis of our historic intercept reports confirms the recently reported data from the Restored Kingdom regarding Russian activity on Mars. Our analysts also concur with press reports that describe the Russian attitude towards Mars (pre-independence) as consistent with them viewing the colony as being part of Russia.
News report, for Mars and Earth circulation, Noon Tuesol 12th March Protests across the planet Yesterday''s protests against Tsarevna Svetlana''s presence on Mars continued overnight, with small groups outside the embassies of Atlantis and the Restored Kingdom as well as at the Council Offices and the spaceport. As is to be expected, numbers went down during the night, however there has been little or no recovery so far this morning. Despite speculation earlier, their excellencies the ambassadors of India and China have not cut short their formal inspection of the Hellas rice field project. While the flag-flying project was always going to be a gamble, it has recently come under criticism amid revelations that the transparent ''storm covers'', intended to protect the plants from being shredded by a dust storm, are being used on a permanent basis to increase temperatures and reduce water loss. While not totally invalidating the experiment, as the covers are not totally airtight and provide no pressure differential, there have been concerns raised by the designers that the covers were never intended to be resistant to prolonged ultraviolet radiation, and if they are used to make ''green houses'' they will degrade quickly and fail to perform in case of a dust storm. The second accusation, that the covers are being used to reduce the massively underestimated water losses and the inefficiencies of the recovery systems, seem to have been confirmed by data published by the site manager as he resigned his post yesterday, just before the official visit began. In resigning, he also accused China and India of attempting to suppress and even destroy records of water losses with and without the covers in place. Some people have clearly made a link between these accusations and the claimed lack of records in the tripartite assassination campaign. Protesters with placards questioning statements those governments had made about ''no one keeping records'' were in evidence outside the embassies of India and China.
Blog entry, almost midnight, 12th March, by Edwin Flynn Soup and answers given to protesters An hour ago, I witnessed an exercise of Christian kindness, when protesters outside the embassies of the Mer and Restored Kingdom were given soup, by embassy staff and a Russian woman called Tanya. As well as soup, they also delivered something even more precious: answers. As the dozen protesters were given soup, they were also asked if they had a particular person or people they wanted facts about. Grinding assertions by China and India that no-one had any records firmly into dust, the soup-providers were, thanks to information released to them by the Russian delegation, able to look up which of the three countries had that person on their list, and if it was Russia then Tanya was able to provide some further details. Tanya and some of the others then offered to pray for the people, that the information would help them to mourn and come through that process. The protesters I questioned, said they did feel that the answers they''d had would eventually help them come to terms with their pain, and each said they''d felt genuine remorse from Tanya for the things her country had done before her birth. Some mentioned the irony of that information coming from Russia, and one of the protesters said he was fairly sure that ''Tanya'' was actually the princess. Unlike the bulk of those protesting, his father was shown in the records as having been killed by a Russian agent. However, he learned that this was after Russia had ended it''s ''enforcement'' of the secret status of the missing clauses, and so it was he was informed that the Russian agent had been tried for murder, found guilty, and executed. Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 18:Compensation

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 18:Compensation

Mars Council offices, 11am, Wedsol 13th March ¡°This is what India and China claimed we were on the verge of agreeing to, subject to corroboration with our records?¡± Svetlana asked with distaste. ¡°Yes, your highness.¡± Mack agreed, ¡°From what you''ve said and has been published, I presume you''re going to deny the ratios.¡± ¡°Yes. My father has made the assumption that not all of the reports got intercepted. So, here is a complete copy of the reports that the Russian secret service operatives transmitted from Mars.¡± She passed over a small pile of paper. ¡°Here is the complete list of targets or potential targets allocated under the tripartite plan, and here are more detailed records for those allocated to Russia. ¡°It is colour-coded. The names on a red background were executed by Russian forces, those on a blue background died of other causes before testing. Dates are the date of checking, red means they talked about the missing clauses, green they didn''t.¡± ¡°And the dates that are white on black?¡± ¡°Determined not guilty by us, but the date they died of breather failure. You''ll see that for about half the names.¡± ¡°According to rumours spread by India and China, Russia assassinated just over half of the victims.¡± ¡°As long as you make that ''of those executed from Russia''s third of the descendants of firsters,'' we are in agreement.¡± Svetlana said, grimly, ¡°alternatively you could say they assassinated lots of their thirds and then almost as many as we did from our list.¡± ¡°What about the people who are just normal black on white?¡± ¡°Not located, not tested, not executed. Not many are there?¡± ¡°No. I had assumed the fraction of people tested that got killed would be higher,¡± Frank said. ¡°You''ll see there''s an appendix to the list about the testing technique. Unless the interviewee approached the interviewer, the initial test consisted of at least eight hours of trust-building over a three month period. A lot of that would have been just becoming a recognised face. Then a free discussion on the future of the colony or similar topic, lasting at least quarter of an hour, possibly spread over three separate meetings. If there was some doubt, then maybe further discussion, possibly bugging of their residence, and so on. Most people were declared not a problem after that first interview.¡± Flipping through the proposed compensation document, Svetlana spotted something else she wasn''t happy with. ¡°The sum is insulting.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°The compensation sum in this document for widows and children. It barely works out to a hundred kilos, does it? `Sorry for our involvement in killing your husband and father, as a token of our sorrow, have a hundred kilos of gloop between the five of you'' No. Absolutely not.¡± ¡°We''re not on the biostuff standard any more highness.¡± ¡°I know. And transport credits are so much more valuable than fertiliser, aren''t they, so I should have said, what, two hundred kilos of gloop? I still think it''s a gross insult. From the people we executed, I see seventy-five deaths leaving dependants. Think, Mack! The sum total for that isn''t even eight tonnes! Even the firster''s ship, what was it called in English, the Adventure?,¡± Mack nodded, ¡°could carry fifty tonnes, and the Jupiter class can carry four hundred. Just think of things from that perspective, Mack. Please throw that back in China''s face. I won''t be a party to negotiating anything that insulting.¡± ¡°But you are able to negotiate?¡± ¡°I have authority over all of Russia''s activities outside the atmosphere, Mack. I can negotiate. I even can approve, up to a certain closely guarded figure. What I can''t do is promise to stay round until negotiations are finished.¡± ¡°Would Russia be willing to negotiate a separate deal to India and China?¡± ¡°Yes. Personally, I don''t trust them, and would prefer it.¡± ¡°And you are also the person to organise a trade deal with.¡± Svetlana pulled a face, ¡°Trade deals, trade deals, everyone talks about trade deals, as if there wasn''t enough manufacturing on Earth. It''s not about trade, Mack. Every time someone does a trade deal for extra special price on goods then the manufacturing costs suffer. It''s about buying influence by reducing arbitrary barriers or giving people cheap shoddy goods. Can we do something else, please?¡± ¡°China are offering high quality steel.¡± ¡°Imported from China.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And so Mars becomes dependent on Chinese imported steel, never builds its own production, and then perhaps there''s some little thing that China wants and Mars doesn''t want, then suddenly there''s a problem with the quality control at the factory, and they say oh sorry, we''ll have to fix it before we send it on to Mars. And the next thing you know you''re begging them to send you anything and they''ve got you in the palm of their hands.¡± Mack followed her logic with a sinking feeling; it sounded like so many history lessons. ¡°You have a better suggestion?¡± ¡°Yes. We could build you a proper steelworks here. It''s not like there''s no iron here, after all.¡± ¡°Just like that?¡± ¡°As part of a treaty, of course.¡± ¡°And what would Russia want?¡± ¡°Ah, now you''re starting to negotiate, Mack.¡± Svetlana grinned, ¡°You''ve heard my little speech about what makes us tick. What would you like to offer me? Or at least, what do I want?¡± ¡°You want Russia to be able to hold its head high, not be an international pariah,¡± ¡°Oooh, well spotted. Anything else?¡± ¡°You want a bit of Mars, something like Atlantis is getting. Land in exchange for assistance in terraforming. It''s why you took part in MarsCorp from the beginning.¡± ¡°Are you offering that?¡± ¡°The Mer can help us build a comet catcher, and they can push some comets in our general direction. But it''s too risky to just assume the catcher will work. We need the comets to miss if the catcher doesn''t work.¡± ¡°You need something like the sheepdogs to follow it down the gravity well, and keep it on course. And you want someone around to make sure the sheepdogs work properly.¡± ¡°Yes. And we probably don''t want to afford to pay MarsCorp to do it.¡± ¡°A certain amount of land per tonne of ice delivered then? Russia develops the technology, and trains Martians as cosmonauts.¡± ¡°Why train Martians?¡± ¡°It helps avoid accusations that we''re out to bomb you. Plus it makes more sense for family links, and so on; they''re going to be resupplying here, after all, and it probably costs less, over all. But perhaps we''d ship in some of our trainers. Some would be happy to become Martians, I''m sure. Then of course, once the steel mill is working and other high tech metal plants too, for that matter, it would make sense to do some local construction here, wouldn''t it?¡± Mack laughed, ¡°I''m sure it would, your highness. I''m sure it would. Do I assume you''d need to at least run this by your father?¡± ¡°Oh, I''m sure I would. I''m also sure that as long as you don''t set the ratio of land to comet mass too low then he''s going to be interested.¡± ¡°How much would you think is reasonable?¡± ¡°I''m guessing we''re talking about a ten year programme, yes?¡± ¡°At least.¡± ¡°Well, the Mer are getting their sea. Which is a lot of land. I assume we can''t get that much out of you. But... if perhaps by the end of it we were getting five or ten percent of what they get? Would that be reasonable? I think there are lots of different arguments that could apply to raise it or lower it.¡± ¡°The Mer sea, once created will have benefits to all of Mars.¡± ¡°Yes. Sea is important to all Mars. So will tundra and taiga be.¡± Svetlana pointed out. ¡°And you have expertise in restoring and managing both ecosystems,¡± Mack said. ¡°So, our hope would be to provide an ongoing benefit to all Mars, and in return would want a treaty of friendship similar to the Mer.¡± ¡°The Mer have requested that their own law prevails in the sea.¡± ¡°You would not want Russian law, I assume,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°I will not insist on that.¡± ¡°Thank you, Tsarevna. What would you want?¡± ¡°We would want the right to determine who extracts wood from the taiga we plant and how much, who has rights to do anything on the tundra ¡ª it''s a fragile ecosystem, after all. These would be for the environmental benefit of Mars, but not the economic benefit of illegal loggers or uncontrolled tourism, so we would want them to be treated as claimed land.¡± ¡°That sounds reasonable to me at first hearing. And it gives you an ongoing benefit, so I can see the appeal to you.¡± ¡°Something else you have agreed with the Mer is the council of unity. I said at the beginning it is all about influence, so, let us be honest and open about it, not underhand. I ask that Russia be represented on that council. I also ask that you and the Mer lay down hard and permanent rules about what determines a nation''s eligibility to be on that council and make sure that the pressure of economic or military blackmail can''t be applied to get a seat on it.¡± ¡°You don''t think that tying all these things together constitutes economic blackmail?¡± ¡°I leave that determination to you and the Mer, Mr Chairman. I offer our strengths, and our honest friendship in exchange for prestige and a small voice on the future of this planet. I want Mars colonisation to work, and not be vulnerable to a blockade. Oh, speaking of blockades, get breather production here, please. Just think what would happen if LunaCorp decided to apply pressure.¡± ¡°Russia has a significant shareholding in LunaCorp. Is that a threat?¡± ¡°No. It''s a warning from... well I hope you will consider me a future ally, even if you don''t yet. My brother suggested it a few years back, but mother and I convinced my imperial Father not to listen.¡± ¡°Highness, hearing you speaking like this, I realise how much the individual matters. It''s... shocking I guess, to realise how much policy can change from one ruler to the next, or one advisor to the next.¡± ¡°It can, yes. Beware of the weak absolute ruler, tossed and turned by any plan. This is one reason the world can be glad we keep our treaties almost as well as the Mer do. Otherwise, the fate of the world might hinge on whether my father is happy, angry or sad. And be glad my mother is by his side, for he does not stay angry for long when she''s near.¡± ¡°And you may be glad that the Tsarevna has her ladies in waiting,¡± Olga added, ¡°because we are always ready to hit her over the head with a pillow if she starts getting silly. If I may interject, highness, I think you have given the chairman enough to think of now.¡± ¡°I thank my advisor for showing me the total respect due my position,¡± Svetlana said, with a grin. ¡°Mr Chairman, she''s right, I believe. I suppose I should say, though, that while the steelworks project could be a government project, it could equally be a commercial one.¡± ¡°Really? You think that there are commercial companies who''d want to set up here?¡± ¡°It depends on lots of things, but yes, I''ve seen quite a few petitions which basically read ''please sort out the politics so we can start talking to the council about expanding on Mars.''¡± ¡°She''s signed one of them, too.¡± Olga chipped in. ¡°What''s wrong with that? You did too,¡± Svetlana said, then explained, ¡°My Grandma left us both shares in the company.¡± ¡°You don''t feel that there might be a conflict of interest?¡± Mack asked. ¡°Between it being a government-sponsored project earning good will and a commercial project which might eventually earn some money?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°Absolutely, I''d much rather have the good will.¡± ¡°Perhaps you ought to talk to the steelworks management then,¡± Mack said, ¡°because so far, as far as I understand, there have been no offers of the sort of investment needed to let them produce decent steel.¡± ¡°Oh? I''ll try and visit them some time I''m free, then.¡± ¡°And you''re really planning to visit the prison this afternoon?¡± ¡°Assuming that''s acceptable?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°Yes. Just make sure your body guards are with you.¡±
High security prision, Mars, 2pm Wedsol 13th March ¡°This is Vladimir, he''s a reporter. If you don''t want him here, just say. If you don''t want me here, just say, for that matter.¡± Svetlana told the prisoner. ¡°And if he goes, you go, imperial highness?¡± The prisoner asked, assuming she was making sure he didn''t say the wrong thing. ¡°Not at all. But if I go, then he goes. I am the one with questions for you, Vladimir is a responsible young man who does not want to be banned from the palace. He is trusted to keep secrets.¡± ¡°I understand, highness.¡± ¡°So, you are detained because they found you with sabotage fluid.¡± ¡°Yes, highness.¡± ¡°Do you know how it was found?¡± ¡°They used a truthsayer.¡± ¡°What interrogation techniques were used against you?¡± ¡°They just asked me some questions, highness. Stupid questions, two plus two, who won the first world war, who was Shakespere, who used the first neutron bomb, what is the chemical formula of water. I guess I started trying to guess when they''d ask about the sabotage fluid. Then they asked ''where is it?''.¡± ¡°And the truthsayer reported on what you thought?¡± ¡°No. She told them I was lying.¡± ¡°So they let you incriminate yourself.¡± ¡°They showed me my luggage and asked yes-no questions. Is it in there? I said no, she said ''a lie''. They found it.¡± ¡°Cunning. Which section were you assigned to, my records don''t say.¡± ¡°Section forty-two.¡± he replied. ¡°Forty two? Imperial Space Force section forty-two is catering. Someone''s idea of a joke ¡ª the answer to life the universe and everything is a full stomach.¡± ¡°Secret Space Service, section forty two.¡± ¡°How did you join?¡± Svetlana asked, not missing a beat. The Secret Space Service was a fictional agency in a cartoon series she''d last seen when she was ten, about hyper-intelligent mice who reported directly to the Tsar. Ten minutes of explanation and questioning later she asked, ¡°Did you ever think that the ''Secret Space Service'' might be entirely fictional?¡± ¡°Well, yes, as a child, highness.¡± ¡°But now you''re an adult you think there are mice who fly spaceships?¡± ¡°No, highness, but the...¡± he stopped, ¡°The news said a general was sacked for restarting the assassinations?¡± ¡°He was, yes. And you''ve just told me of Indians being involved in recruiting you. Didn''t that ever strike you as odd?¡± ¡°But...¡± he didn''t finish. ¡°There is no pension scheme for the Secret Space Service, because it does not exist, except as an animated cartoon series. You''ve been tricked into joining a scheme which plotted murder and has discredited Russia and my Imperial Father. Someone has committed treason, but I do not believe it was you.¡± ¡°But... you said you had records about me.¡± ¡°Yes. I have your school record, and you passed your driving test on the fifth try. You then left your job and emigrated to your lovely prison cell on Mars for no apparent reason. Thank you for filling in the gap. There is almost certainly nothing I can say that will reduce your sentence here.¡±
High security prision, Mars, 5pm Wedsol 13th March ¡°Section forty-two,¡± the fifth prisoner replied, just like the others. ¡°Of the Secret Space Service?¡± ¡°''Super-Mice can fly!''¡± the young man quoted. ¡°Highness? Is it real? I thought it was all a big joke, and I went along with it. I didn''t mind the training courses because it was crazy and fun and I was looking forward to seeing everyone''s face when the reporter jumped out of the dustbin, or something. Then I got the ticket, and the real sabotage fluid, and I really got on a ship to Mars, and that bit was excellent since I''ve always wanted to come, but still no camera crew came, and this jail is real. Is section forty two real?¡± ¡°Section forty two is the catering department of the Imperial Space Force, since, according to someone, a full stomach is the answer to all a spaceman''s questions. I know of no other section forty-two, nor do I know of any Secret Space Service except the one that employs mice.¡± ¡°I was terrified it might have been real, highness. I never wanted to kill anyone.¡± ¡°Did you tell that to the authorities here?¡± ¡°I was afraid it might put me on a hit-list.¡± ¡°Do you recognise any of these pictures?¡± ¡°This man is the one they called the general,¡± he said, looking through the pictures carefully, ¡°This might be the woman who recruited me. This man looks familiar, but I don''t remember why. This woman I''ve seen in the news, about the cars parked in Monaco. She looks quite like you, highness, except for the shape of her eyes and the mole. Is she a relative?¡± ¡°Princess Claire inherited her title from my grandmother. You have good memory skills. This man again?¡± ¡°Was he connected to the Secret Space Service films?¡± ¡°Well done,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°very well done. What would you have done if you had got to Mars and been told to kill someone?¡± ¡°I planned it out. I would have been clumsy, and made sure I got caught, somehow. I had another spray bottle, identical; one for the murder fluid and another for water. I can do slight of hand. Anyone watching wouldn''t notice, except when the person targeted didn''t die.¡± ¡°I see. I will speak to the council on your behalf, but I have no authority here.¡±
Russian Princess feeds protesters, gives answers Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Taking the biblical injunction ''if your enemy is hungry, feed him'' literally, Crown Princess Svetlana of Russia donned her mars-suit instead of her royal robes, and under the false name ''Tanya'', helped embassy staff deliver hot soup and nutrient bars to the protesters who were outside the embassies of Atlantis and the Restored Kingdom late last night. As well as delivering soup, she and staff also delivered answers. Grinding assertions by China and India that no-one had any records firmly into dust, by the time they''d finished their soup the protesters knew which country ¡°ought¡± to have killed their relative, and if that was Russia, then which one actually did ¡ª according to the records ''Tanya'' had, the other two nations were not happy with the semi-judicial process that Russian agents went through, collecting evidence that they were actually talking about the missing clauses to people, rather than just killing them on discovery. One man discovered that his father had been killed by a Russian agent after the then-Tsar had ended the ''enforcement'' of this unpublished ''law''. The criminal agent was arrested, dragged back to Russia in chains, tried and executed for murder. All secretly of course. The Mars Council have now been given the records, and the princess has begun the process of negotiating Russia''s compensation of surviving relatives. Her first act in that negotiation was to dismiss the sum proposed by India and China as an entirely insulting slap in the face to the victims'' families. The Indian and Chinese ambassadors remain at Helas, attempting to rescue the floundering rice field project, however a spokesperson for India stated that it was very convenient for Russia that they had such detailed documents, and he hoped the ink was dry. The veracity of the records is of course an important issue. If they are accurate, then Russia is responsible for approximately thirteen percent of the victims, rather than the fifty-five percent previously attributed to them by rumours. Mack Fischer, the Chairman of the Mars Council, has stated that he has a lot less faith in convenient losses of data and rumours than in records that contain details that agree with intercept data, jogged people''s memories and made them say ''Oh, but that''s not right'' check with friends and in the end agree, ''oh yes, it is right, I''d forgotten that.'' That is to say, every bit of the Russian records he''d checked bore up to scrutiny. When asked about when the long-awaited trade deal might be processed he stated that having had a break from thinking about the details and looking at the bigger picture, he will not be recommending any trade deal to the Council that increases Mars''s dependency on imports from Earth. This is clearly a massive blow to China, whose trading position was based upon them importing high quality steel more cheaply than Mars can produce any grade of steel at present. Mr Fischer explained that while there would be continued issues with tool production until quality local alloys could be produced, he was working for an independent Mars where there would be local production, and it was a step backwards to export Martian jobs to another place. The staff at the Mars steel works were overjoyed at this change of stance.
News Report for Earth and Mars circulation, Wedsol, 13th March. By Vladimir Vladimirovich After a closed session this morning discussing the question of compensation for victims of Russia''s involvement in the tripartite plan, her imperial highness spent this afternoon at the prison, where she interviewed five prisoners arrested for possession of the sabotage chemical. A number of similar elements emerged from each one: they had been in a bar discussing politics and expressed a desire that Mars be more Russian, somewhat drunk, and as they left had been approached by, depending on the case, a man or woman who looked roughly Indian, but spoke good Russian. They were then spoken to by someone referred to as ''the general'', although he wore no uniform. After a ''selection process'', when they were scored against some unknown criteria and unknown opposition, they were told they had passed and were now part of a top secret wing of the ''Secret Space Service'', and would receive a significant pension. They were then given instructions in sabotaging breathers. They had their tickets to Mars paid for by ''the general'', and were informed they would be given a list of targets on their arrival on Mars. Tsarevna Svetlana then informed the five prisoners that there was no such organisation as the Secret Space Service except in fiction, and that they had been part of a treasonous plot to discredit Russia. On hearing this, two of the prisoners reacted with anger, shouting that she was denying them their pension rights, and had to be restrained and sedated. Two prisoners were stunned that they''d been taken in. One said he was relieved, and he''d hoped her imperial highness would tell him something like that. He claimed he''d only signed up because he had been so desperate to get to Mars, and had fully planned on turning himself in to the authorities when he got here.
News Report, Russia Today, Wednesday 13th March. Disgraced former-general Sakarov arrested on charge of accepting bribes and treason Reports are emerging that the former general-in-charge of the Imperial Space Force has been arrested on charges of: accepting bribes from a foreign government; of perjury before an imperial investigation committee; of acting against the express will of the Tsar; and of secretly recruiting a private army of assassins, an act of high treason. If found guilty on any charge, the death penalty will apply.
News report, for Mars and Earth circulation, Noon Thursol 14th March Tsarevna discusses steel-works deal Unconfirmed reports are emerging from the Mars Steelworks of a series of meetings taking place this morning between Tsarevna Svetlana, senior management and workers representatives. The rumours suggest that the princess, also a major shareholder in the RusSteel corporation, is in favour of bringing not just tool-grade steel production to Mars, but aiming for top quality alloys, such as space-grade stainless steels, an area where RusSteel has reportedly reached its production capacity. RusSteel management are also said to have been in contact. For Mars SteelWorks, a deal would obviously mean new plant, increased workforce and many new markets to explore. For RusSteel a deal would presumably mean they were able to satisfy orders with production from Mars as well as Earth and gain access to Mars Mining''s readily available ores. If the interest in producing top quality alloys is genuine, it means good news for a whole host of local industries, and raises the interesting question of whether the RusSteel subsidiary and MarsCorp''s spacecraft maintenance contractor, RusSpace, might also be interested in setting up a base here.
Correction to News report, for Mars and Earth circulation, 1pm, Thursol 14th March Apology, Steelworks deal hopes We wholeheartedly apologise for an editing error which mis-labeled RusSpace as a merely a maintenance contractor to MarsCorp. RusSpace is of course a long-standing spacecraft design and construction company, with a long history of innovative designs to its name, including the ever-reliable Celestia class and the Alpha-class ultra-capacity transports which played such an important role in the early stages of population boost. Also, it was a RusSpace-designed and built high-thrust courier ship that in 2272 halved the speed record for manned Earth-Mars transit, and still holds that record for conventional reaction-mass thrust vessels. We thank RusSpace press relations for their gracious response to our error and for confirming that RusSpace management are extremely interested in a Mars branch, and hope that all the necessary agreements can be reached between the Mars Council and other parties that would allow them to start their own negotiations with the council. RusSpace press relations also stated that they already have a small design office on Mars and while of course we are still in the realm of ideas and not of promises or contracts, RusSpace see no fundamental reasons that they should not eventually be able to extend all operations to Mars, once support industries are in place.
Embassy of the Restored Kingdom, Mars, 7pm Thusol 14th March, 2278 ¡°Thank you, Alice for cooking this for us,¡± Svetlana said, surveying the meal. ¡°It smells and looks lovely.¡± ¡°It does,¡± Olga jumped in, ¡°We''re going to need to diet on our flight home, I think.¡± ¡°I was about to say, sadly I think I actually need to refuse all but a mouthful. I''m not really feeling hungry.¡± ¡°Are you OK?¡± Alice asked. ¡°I''m coming down with a bit of a headache. Just too much excitement in the last few days, I think. Don''t look worried, Olga, I''m fine.¡± ¡°You''re sure?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yes,¡± Svetlana insisted. ¡°No,¡± Heather said, ¡°Princess is sick. She''s yucky green.¡± ¡°Heather, what have Mummy and Daddy said about saying what you see about people?¡± ¡°Only in emergencies. Like now, princess is emergency. Look, mummy!¡± and Heather pressed her hand into her mother''s. Svetlana looked between the four year old and her mother, and said, ¡°Err, is this where I pretend I''ve not seen reports about you being relieved about people wearing gloves, your excellency?¡± Alice laughed, ¡°Gloves are wonderful. You knowing makes that part of it easier. The mer call Heather a seer,¡± Alice said, ¡°that''s to say someone who sees things others don''t. She sees you as significantly ill, highness.¡± ¡°I''m pretty sure it''s just sinus pain.¡± Heather shook her head and repeated ¡°Nasty yucky green head.¡± ¡°Highness,¡± Simon said, ¡°Heather hasn''t learned it''s rude to use her gift on every other person she meets yet. So she''s seen plenty of people with colds and the like. I''d recommend that if she says it''s worse than that, you take it seriously.¡± [Simon, what would you guess?] Alice thought to her husband. [Serious infection in her skull, and I''m not just talking sinuses. Meningitis maybe? Shall I tell her I can see it too?] ¡°The ''nasty yucky green'' she''s seeing isn''t just sinuses, either,¡± Alice said, ¡°Your highness, do you have any other symptoms?¡± Olga asked. ¡°Well, I might be starting influenza, I guess.¡± ¡°Not influence,¡± Heather insisted, ¡°yucky green head, like Rodger.¡± ¡°When he went to hospital?¡± Alice asked. ¡°Yes. Princess sick, like Rodger.¡± ¡°Rodger''s one of the reporters Alice works with,¡± Simon told Svetlana and her friends, ¡°He came down with meningitis a few months ago.¡± ¡°Highness,¡± Leonid said, ¡°it is my duty to your imperial father to ensure that you get to the hospital for tests if there is any chance of you having that.¡± ¡°Then I guess I''m going to hospital,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°but I don''t feel like I''m an emergency at the moment so I''m going to insist on my friends eating first.¡± ¡°I have a better idea, highness,¡± Simon said. ¡°You allow your friends to bully you into the MarsMobile, and then they allow you to bully them to eat on the way.¡± ¡°Princess sick. Very sick,¡± Heather declared.
News report, for Mars and Earth circulation, 9pm Thursol 14th March Tsarevna in hospital for tests After a hectic four days of meetings, press interviews and public speeches (including time out to feed people protesting her presence), Tsarevna Svetlana has been admitted to the Mars hospital suffering from increasingly painful headache, nausea and a fever. Medical staff said that the evidence so far pointed to meningitis, but test results were not yet back. Her chief lady-in-waiting informed reporters that her Imperial Highness thanks God that she allowed four year old Heather Findhorn-Bunting to persuade her to cut short her planned discussion and to not delay seeking medical attention, and that she is certain that she is now exactly where she needs to be and is in good hands.
News report, for Mars and Earth circulation, 11am Frisol 15th March Council agrees unified negotiating position While Russia has decried as insulting the compensation plan that India and China claimed some months ago were ''as good as signed'', and refused to enter into joint negotiations involving the other two parties, the Mars Council has today decided that the compensation offered to the families of victims of the tripartite plan must be entirely equivalent. Russia''s position, that the other two nations have displayed a lack of faith and a trivialising attitude to their involvement and the ''immoral even if not illegal'' killings, is clearly uncomfortable for the other two ambassadors, especially since the princess has the authority to agree to negotiations, as is her statement that she will not be a party to Russia paying any compensation plan that ''is so small it might get accidentally overlooked when unloading in a hurry.'' Her allusion is clearly referring to last cycle''s embarrassing incident where the Saturn was delayed after a forty-tonne factory unit for Mars delivery was not noticed by cargo handlers until the vessel was being re-loaded for its return flight. India and China''s previous position, often-stated to the Council, had been that they would gladly offer more, but Russia would not accept a higher compensation package than twice the ''accidental death'' sum for space-workers. Based on the numbers from the Tsarevna''s list this would come to a total cost to Russia of about eight tonnes. Clearly that figure did not have any actual support from anyone in authority in St Petersburg, and the Tsarevna''s comparison suggests that she''s thinking of a sum considerably larger. Whether she actually intended a strict comparison and the compensation package to be at least five times larger than India and China''s position is uncertain. In either case, the Council''s decision and the princess''s illness clearly combine to give the opportunity for them to reassess their negotiating position.
News report, for Mars and Earth circulation, 1pm Frisol 15th March Tsarevna appoints prospective lady in waiting as negotiator The life-long friend of Tsarevna Svetlana, Yuliya Mihaiovna, described previously as ''seeing if she wants to be my advisor/lady in waiting or would prefer another job'' was today appointed as the Tsarevna''s negotiator in the compensation deal. The Tsarevna herself is undergoing treatment for bacterial meningitis, a potentially life-threatening disease, but is determined that she wants the compensation package to be agreed upon soon. Further to our earlier report, Miss Mihaiovna has been in contact to state yes the Tsarevna had meant that she''d grudgingly accept a compensation package that meant Russia transported forty tonnes, if that was the best India and China were prepared to offer. She also stated that the Tsarevna was not in favour of haggling over people''s pain and loss, and while she fully understood the Council''s position of requiring equal treatment she hoped it would not turn into a long and complicated multi-way dispute.
Mars Council Chamber, 3pm Frisol ¡°Miss Mihaiovna?¡± Mack asked, after the long-winded presentation by India''s representative about how they''d negotiated with someone they believed was a true representative of the Russian government. ¡°I thank the Indian ambassador for the additional list of charges to be laid at the feet of a traitor and his controlling nation. But if I might, I would like to suggest this is irrelevant to the discussion at hand. "I understand China once said they would be willing to pay compensation of ten times what was then on the table; Well, so is Russia. The tripartite plan was wrongly made and can easily, from Mars''s perspective, be considered a murderous conspiracy. Under the laws of Russia, the actions of our agents were legal, but many of the actions of the agents of other nations were not legal. Russia acknowledges that the complexities of jurisdiction meant we did little except warn people who were at risk. So, I notice this is the judicial chamber of Mars. I am sure the Council are used to juggling the issues of justice, mercy and retribution as it considers fines and compensation. I ask for mercy on behalf of my country, for I do not feel we bear the brunt of the blame nor are we as numerous as some, but I humbly suggest this sovereign court take control of this case. Since when did the killer and his accomplices set his own sentence?¡± ¡°You call that negotiating?¡± the Ambassador for India exclaimed. ¡°I call it a very constructive attitude,¡± Raul said. ¡°And yes, I most certainly remember that India also concurred with the figure from China of how much they''d like to set as compensation.¡± ¡°Me too,¡± Mack said. ¡°Do your excellencies wish to quibble?¡± The Chinese ambassador gave a sad smile, ¡°I would love to be able to accept, but unfortunately I would have to seek ratification from my government.¡± ¡°I believe I am able to accept that figure, split equally between each party to the accord,¡± the Indian ambassador said. ¡°So your agents murder people we had determined not guilty and you expect us to compensate their relatives?¡± Yuliya asked, outraged. ¡°Your records are so very convenient for you,¡± the Chinese Ambassador said, ¡°unfortunately we do not have as much faith in them as you do, and prefer an equal distribution.¡± ¡°I''m sure you do. You preferred it when you were blaming us for half the deaths, too.¡± Mack smiled, ¡°Your excellencies, madam negotiator, I have heard very good things about the information gathering skills of the Restored Kingdom from a number of sources, and I''m sure you''re aware they are absolutely obsessive about not throwing data away that might have some bearing on a royal promise. I''m so sorry that neither India nor China have still not been able to rediscover their records but, fortunately, the lost data is not altogether lost. So, this council will base our decisions on what we know.¡± ¡°And where you do not know?¡± the Indian ambassador asked. ¡°Where we do not know, Mr ambassador,¡± Claudia said, ¡°we will use statistical methods to determine the reliability of the data available, and when that fails we will use the principles of proportional blame.¡± Yuliya, who had a fairly good idea what that would result in, suppressed a smile, and said seriously ¡°Russia would prefer that our unedited historical data be accepted without question, but we accept this principle.¡± ¡°I believe we can accept this principle,¡± the Chinese ambassador said. ¡°I too,¡± agreed the representative of India, reluctantly. ¡°One issue that has not been mentioned is the question of killings where there are no surviving relatives on Mars,¡± Mack said, ¡°I believe the most appropriate solution is that the same payment be made.¡± ¡°Who to?¡± the Indian ambassador asked. ¡°Where appropriate, next of kin off Mars. Otherwise, the council will accept it along with the fines this court will levy. I hope no one finds that an unacceptable principle to communicate to their government.¡± ¡°I''m authorised to say that Russia accepts this principle,¡± Yuliya said. Based on the data she''d seen, it was just one extra death on Russia''s account. ¡°Fines?¡± China asked. ¡°Clearly,¡± Mack said, ¡°as long as a nation''s actions are legal and within it''s own territory, what it does to its own citizens is not a matter for international review. But when law is trespassed and no jurisdiction has been claimed, as I believe to be the case, it''s a different matter, is it not? As the court with jurisdiction over the territory where alleged unlawfulness occurred, I believe we have a responsibility to act. If your governments prefer, of course, and fear that your nations will not be treated fairly, you may refer the cases of extra-judicial, extra-territorial and unjustified killing recently brought to our attention to the international criminal court. But in any case, this is a totally separate issue to that of compensation for loss of a relative.¡± Yuliya nodded in absolute agreement. ¡°Of course it is,¡± the Indian ambassador said quickly, as the Chinese ambassador was about to reply, ¡°with the compensation we distance ourselves from past wrong-doings and demonstrate that we are good, trustworthy friends to the people of Mars.¡± His Chinese counterpart recovered quickly and said ¡°And by not protesting the Council''s decision to issue fines, we demonstrate that we recognise the legitimate government of the planet.¡± ¡°And here I was thinking like the rash and cynical teenager I used to be, that you would want to buy some good will for the sake of a better trade deal,¡± Yuliya said, ¡°and avoid the excruciating embarrassment of a being held accountable before the world''s press. Thank you so much for correcting my unworthy thoughts, your excellencies.¡± ¡°Young woman,¡± Mack reprimanded her, ¡°I think the members of this council have no need to be educated in teenage cynicism, or even that of those in their twenties. We still have some of our own. So, while our honourable ambassadors leave to inform their governments how you have acted as if you''re on the side of the victims rather than the defence, I at least would like to hear what motives you would like us to ascribe to your own so-called negotiating stance. Unless your excellencies have anything to add?¡± They didn''t, so started to gather their papers. Yuliya didn''t wait for them to leave before she answered. ¡°I think the princess has already spoken about this, and I thought I had too, honoured Council members. We acknowledge what guilt is of our nation; we repent of it, and we want to do what is right. Russia does not have a reputation for repenting over past sins, I know. But our negotiating stance, if you can call it that, is to do all we can to redress the wrongs of the past.¡± ¡°For what motive?¡± Claudia asked. ¡°Because the past relationship between Mars and Russia has been controlled by an evil agreement the princess wants nothing to do with.¡± ¡°Policy changes happen, yes.¡± Mack said. ¡°Right and wrong don''t. Her Highness genuinely wants Mars and Russia to become friends, and quickly.¡± ¡°What''s the rush?¡± Raul asked. ¡°I will happily tell the Council, but the Princess has expressed some distrust of certain other governments, so I''ll wait until those leaving have actually left.¡± Yuliya said pointedly. The ambassadors, she''d noticed, had been shuffling the same paperwork for most of the past few interchanges. Once they''d gone she launched straight into her answer. ¡°I''m asked why the rush. Can I ask, why delay? If you must find some selfish motive, then consider that honest, genuine, study for a royal princess in Russia is exceedingly difficult. On the one hand lecturers would have a terror of causing upset and future reprisal for honest and deserved criticism, and on the other hand there is the sort of lawlessness that comes with corrupt police and judges. To be safe, she would need to be unrecognised or surrounded by a major security force. I''m not saying she will study here, but she''d like the option. Other places on Earth are rather easy for would-be attackers to get to. And if you want another selfish motive, then consider national pride. The princess has argued since she was ten that our policy here was destroying our international reputation. Now she has the authority to reverse that policy.¡± ¡°Hmm. I suppose I can accept that,¡± Raul said, ¡°but it seems a bit thin to me, especially since her request for a seat on the Council of Unity can''t be negotiated until the end of the Mer embargo.¡± ¡°Yes, it''s thin. I don''t believe these selfish motives are what drive her.¡± ¡°Then what does? What''s the profit motive?¡± ¡°Her imperial highness wants Mars to be a self-sufficient planet, fully impervious to the sort of things envisaged in appendix six of that evil plan, where all MarsCorp operations cease, all shipping ceases. Now that you have the Mer as allies, she is sure a blockade will not be total, so it no longer makes her wake up in tears like it has done since she was twelve. But my friend, my princess, wants to annihilate her nightmare of a planet full of starving Martians with no breathers cursing the nations that made them so dependent on imports with their dying breaths as tyrants and murderers. Quite simply, this has become a personal matter for her and she wants to make things right. She doesn''t care about making a profit, she wants breathers made here, tools made here and excess crops grown here.¡± ¡°Breather manufacture needs complex processes best done in low gravity. It would be prohibitively expensive to make them on-planet,¡± Claudia said. ¡°According to MarsCorp, who have only just stopped telling people to pour bleach their heaps, and LunaCorp who make a profit on every sale, yes.¡± ¡°You mean it''s propaganda?¡± Claudia asked. ¡°Princess Svetlana has been talking to a number of materials scientists at home, I believe the council should too. Hopefully she will be well enough soon to tell you of her ideas in person once you have done so.¡±
Compensation shock: Russian negotiator says Council decides In a shock move which entirely pulled the rug from under China and India''s feet, the Tsarevna''s negotiator first suggested increasing the compensation by a factor of ten and then suggested that any compensation for surviving relatives or fines were not a matter for international haggling, but that as a judicial body it was for the Mars Council to decide and the guilty parties to pay. That figure of ten times the ''insulting'' amount rejected earlier this week by the Tsarevna had been mentioned in press conferences by the other negotiators, who had suggested that they''d be happy to arrange for ten times the amount they claimed ''Russia was prepared to offer''. Obviously the Russian negotiator views that whole negotiating stance as nothing more than trying to win favour and paint Russia in a bad light. Russia, she declared was also happy to pay that as a token of their sorrow to relatives of those their agents had killed, calling their bluff, and raising the possibility that the compensation package as a whole will take an entire Jupiter-class transport to deliver. However, it is her second statement that will no doubt cause the biggest issue for India and China. The shift from a voluntary ''good will'' payment to a judicially arbitrated settlement caught everyone by surprise, but opens the way for both a speedier process and brings the strong possibility that ¡ª assuming the Council agrees Russia''s records are valid ¡ª additional charges might be levied against India and China for ''international assassination''. Martians are today finding out that crown Princess Svetlana''s viewpoint ¡ª and thus Russia''s ¡ª is remarkably similar to their own: while there might have been legal loopholes, it ought to be treated as a crime. Also, regarding the killing of those on ''Russia''s list'' by other nations, Russia''s viewpoint ¡ª both with hindsight, and as evidenced by their issuing warnings to people that they should hide ¡ª is that by dividing up the targeting lists based on their relative involvement in the Mars Project, the tripartite plan ascribed jurisdiction over the settled parts of the planet to the different nations based on who was where. By killing people on Russia''s list, India and China thus crossed a line in international law. They overreached whatever flimsy basis they might have had for claiming their actions were an internal matter and stepped into the realm of an external action. The Russian representative, who has recently attained her masters degree in international law, stated it was clearly the Council''s prerogative to try the case as the internationally recognised judicial body over the territory in which the crimes occurred now they have come to light. Unless of course the two nations decide to declare that the court is unjust and biased against them. We can all imagine how that will sit with the Mars Council, and what it would do to their hopes of being Mars''s ''best large friends''. The legality or otherwise of international assassinations depends upon the exact circumstances. Much like a public interest defence, once the court has decided who did it, then it becomes necessary for the acting party to prove their case that they were acting in accordance with the law. The repeated assurance from China and India that they have no records means that if they are found responsible then they have no defence, and the assassination is necessarily judged as being a crime under international law. Should they suddenly uncover some documentation that saves them from whatever punishment the Mars Council determines, they''ll find themselves needing to explain why it didn''t exist previously and also quite possibly find themselves at the top of every Martian''s ''most hated foreign power'' list. Just what this is doing to relationships between Russia and the other two nations is something we can only speculate about. Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 19:Implications of Friendship

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 19:Implications of Friendship

Mars Council offices, 9am Monsol 19th March, 2278 ¡°Madam Ambassador! You look distressed, is there a problem?¡± Eloise greeted the Chinese ambassador. ¡°I present to you this document as evidence, honoured Council secretary, and as I do so, I ask that my claim no longer be considered the embassy of China, that my status as ambassador of my former people become null and void, and that I be granted political asylum. I hereby renounce my Chinese citizenship. I also ask that you increase protection tenfold around her Highness Svetlana of Russia, and grant me and my former staff some too. They also resign. We will not have any part in what this calls for.¡± ¡°Urm, I cannot read this, honourable lady.¡± ¡°It declares that the crown princess has breached our country''s state secrets, declares itself a state secret, and then cites passages of international law that justify an assassination in cases of breaching state secrets. The implication is clear that we should arrange for the princess to die but it is worded in such a way they can say we misunderstood and acted on our own. There are no specifics of course, except that it asks me to report on Chinese citizens who work in the hospital. So, as I give you this, I commit a capital crime. But I do what is right.¡± ¡°Honourable lady, have a seat and let me make some calls,¡± Eloise said.
¡°Alice,¡± Eloise said to her wrist unit, ¡°the honorable lady, the former ambassador of China is extremely concerned about a recent communique she received concerning the Tsarevna. Could you please check with your government if they happen to have intercepted anything from China, arriving here at eight this morning, or from India, and if so could they pass it around appropriately?¡± ¡°Former ambassador?¡± ¡°I understand the embassy staff have resigned en-mass. I hope you don''t mind checking.¡± ¡°The document concerns Svetlana''s safety?¡± ¡°Among other things, it apparently asks if there are any Chinese citizens at the hospital. Svetlana''s being moved.¡±
St Petersburg, 19th March [Nadiya,] Alice called, [More news about your cousin.] [She''s all right?] [Yes. She''s recovering from the infection, able to get up for short periods. But in case her father asks, she''s now staying in a very secure part of the Mer embassy.] [There is some kind of problem?] [The official communication link from China sent a message which made their ambassador and embassy staff resign.] [A threat to Svetlana?] [From what I understand, implied, and deniable. A clear threat to the embassy staff if they told people what it said. I presume your secret services are decoding it now.] [If they notice it.] [I do know when it was sent. But if they read it, I expect there will be repercussions. So please, if you tell the Tsar anything, tell him what I''ve said is for his reassurance, not so he can react too hastily, before all the facts are known. Svetlana''s winning friends here.¡± [Svetlana''s winning friends for Russia in lots of places.] Eliza chipped in. [Hello, Mystery.] Alice asked [Should I leave?] [No. Could you ladies please tell the Mars Council and the Tsar that that their Majesty''s ambassador to the U.N. has called for an emergency meeting of the Security council. A unilateral response by Russia would, I think, be premature.] [I don''t know the Tsar knows what you''re talking about, my lady,] Nadiya thought. [Someone''s just not believing the translation of it in what I presume is your secret service''s underground decryption bunker,] Alice supplied. [Don''t tell me!{fear}] Nadiya thought. [I didn''t see where it was, don''t worry. I think you should go and see his imperial Majesty, and see if you can avoid him doing anything like triggering world war four.] [Oh thanks!] Nadiya thought back. [Would you like my Martian friend or me to stay in contact with you?] Eliza suggested. [I have a suggestion,] Alice said. [I could persuade some thought-hearing Mer to ask Svetlana to send her dad a message, and relay it to you faster than slow photons. Would that help?] [Probably, yes.] Nadiya agreed. [And another suggestion,] Alice said [The Tsarina is quite well today, not at all too sick to go with you. I''ve just checked.] [{relief} That''s an excellent suggestion. Thank you.]
Mer Embassy to Mars, 19th March ¡°This is weird, sending a message home with someone else in the room, knowing that Nadiya''s going to hear it and pass it on,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°Well, I''m here, in the Mer embassy. I''m recovering from a meningitis bugs I probably picked up a couple of weeks ago, and only gave in to when it seemed like the crisis here was pretty much resolved. As for the latest crisis... please don''t leap to conclusions. Top officials in the Chinese government have apparently been in contact with their ex-ambassador saying ''What message about the princess?'' So, I think someone''s playing ''tweak the dragon''s tail''. I''m fine, I''m well guarded, and I''m also assured there''s no one planning to harm me on Mars at the moment. What else shall I say? Working for peace seems like a good move from my perspective, father. I love you lots. Bye! Recording''s off now, but Nadiya, hopefully you''re still on the line, can you suggest Krista asks the Mer ambassador there if sheets of what the Mer call crystal might be for sale in the Mediterranean area? The ambassador here is selling the stuff, but maybe that''s just Mars. Thanks.¡± ¡°Your Cousin says OK, she''ll ask, the person with the gift says you''re let off that extra thought and that your mother is very glad to hear you''re well protected,¡± the mermaid thought-hearer ¡ª named Pania ¡ª said, then asked, ¡°What are you planning to do with sheets of crystal, highness?¡± ¡°Princess Claire of Basse Monaco might want to use it as lovely insulating windows for some lovely insulating walls she''s getting made.¡± ¡°Oh, OK. She hasn''t thought of it as a structural material, then?¡± ¡°I''m pretty sure she hadn''t thought it would be available,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Oh, well, highness,¡± Pania grinned, ¡°I do have a brother who''s quite the expert in programming the extruders. If she''d be interested...¡± ¡°I expect so.¡± ¡°Not to mention a cousin who''s a trader. He actually idly speculated that you might happen to have vast tracts of forest to your name and perhaps be interested in exporting some top grade paneling to Atlantis.¡± ¡°Hmm, I expect other people have had that idea too. And he could walk into pretty much any town in Russia and find enough wood fill any Mer boat I''ve seen.¡± ¡°Yes. His little twist was the thought that hand-carved panels might be quite valuable anywhere, it''s just getting the contacts that''s hard.¡± ¡°He''s interested in carving or buying carved?¡± ¡°Buying carved.¡± ¡°OK, that might be interesting, too. I presume there''s no link between the two trades?¡± ¡°Well, I''m sure that if you offered hand-carved wood for the work with the extruder.....¡± ¡°You might get a gem or two in commission from your brother and your cousins.¡± ¡°Or a gem and the odd piece of wood-panelling.¡± ¡°I''ll make some enquiries. Any favourite themes, or would something geometric be preferred?¡±
Restoration, Thursday 20th March 2278 ¡°Hello? Have I got the right number thing? I''m told this is the number of an architect called Zara.¡± The voice on the phone said. ¡°Who said that?¡± Zara asked. ¡°Tsarevna Svetlana of Russia told my sister you were doing a project for someone she knows called princess Claire.¡± ¡°Sounds complicated. But no matter how good the recommendation, I''m afraid I''m not taking new commissions at the moment.¡± ¡°Oh, urm, no. I''m calling to give you some details about what we call crystal, in case it fits the project you''re working on for princess Claire. On the Monaco beach. You are working on it?¡± Zara decided this was either some kind of marketing attempt or he was trying to extract data from her; that had happened before too. ¡°If you believe that then you''d better talk and I''ll listen then. Be aware that your network I.D. has been automatically recorded. I will not give away details of any commissions I may or may not have contracted to do.¡± ¡°Err, but you are Zara the architect who''s working on Princess Claire''s youth hostel?¡± ¡°I am called Zara and I am an architect,¡± Zara said carefully. ¡°But you won''t tell me if you''re the right Zara?¡± ¡°I have no desire to fall for some kind of confidence trick.¡± If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡°Oh. Urm. You''re not expecting my call are you?¡± ¡°Should I be?¡± ¡°I don''t know. I mean, Pania ¡ª she''s my sister, said the Tsarevna was wondering about crystal sheets for windows to start with, but then they talked some more and she said she''d make some calls, but maybe I''m too quick off the mark. Crystal isn''t really a crystal of course. Would you like numbers? If so what units do you prefer?¡± ¡°What sort of numbers?¡± Zara asked. Wondering what was so special about this new type of glass he wanted to sell Claire via her. ¡°Structural, thermal. Are metres, kilos, seconds and watts OK? I''ve got a converter thing if they''re not, just I''m not very confident it gives sane values, because I don''t ever use anything else.¡± ¡°That set of units are fine.¡± ¡°Oh great, well, lambda, you use that, yes? Watts per metre kelvin? Zero point zero three. Density is about twelve hundred.¡± ¡°Hold on, you can''t quote lambda for a window, in any sane window you''ve got multiple layers,¡± Zara protested. ¡°I suppose you could make it multi-layer if you really wanted to, I guess you''d gain insulation but lose structural strength... it''s not a compromise I''d make. But window, wall, it''s all the same stuff.¡± ¡°That density''s not right for glass, either,¡± Zara pointed out. ¡°Of course not. It''s crystal. You know, keeps warm air on the inside and the cold, the sea and the sharks on the outside.¡± the voice said. Zara felt that something in this conversation wasn''t adding up. ¡°Sorry, you''ve lost me. What are you talking about?¡± ¡°Urm, have you been to Atlantis, or at least seen pictures?¡± the voice asked. ¡°Atlantis? You''re talking about mer crystal?¡± ¡°Who else makes it?¡± ¡°I assumed you were talking about some new type of glass. You''re mer?¡± ¡°Yes. Didn''t I say?¡± ¡°No. Nor your name.¡± ¡°I didn''t? Oh, I hate these telephone things! Let me start from the beginning will you? I''m Xavier Renata Tulag, I walked together with the Tsarevna''s lady in waiting, Olga, for a while but that turned out to have been based on an embarrassing misunderstanding. Which was a shame, she''s a lovely person. So, anyway, the Tsarevna heard that the Mer ambassador was selling crystal on Mars, and she knows about princess Claire''s building plans, and gave me your number via my sister who''s on Mars.¡± ¡°And you''re offering Mer crystal to land-folk?¡± ¡°To princess Claire du Basse-Monaco, anyway. I mean, she''s part-Mer.¡± ¡°She is?¡± ¡°Of course, so''s the King of Monaco, they''re distant cousins of mine. The grandmother of the first princess of Basse-Monaco ¡ª that''s to say the grandmother who married the king of Monaco ¡ª was my great-great-great-grandfather''s cousin. Urm, maybe they don''t know that, actually. I guess I''ll have to ask.¡± ¡°I guess you should,¡± Zara agreed. ¡°So, anyway, her highness can have crystal if she wants it, and if the architect she''s got wants to try to incorporate it into her designs.¡± ¡°As I understand it, Crystal is rather hard.¡± ¡°Harder than diamond, yes.¡± ¡°So how on Earth do you get it the right shape?¡± ¡°Oh, well, you make sure it''s made into the right shape to start with, or you just cut it with a rock-cutter.¡± ¡°So, easy to work with if there''s a Mer around with a rock-cutter, and pretty much impossible otherwise?¡± ¡°Err, I guess so.¡± ¡°But on the other hand it''s fire-proof, from what I understand. What about bullet-proof?¡± ¡°Depends how thick, but probably. It can break.¡± ¡°Shattering into tiny pieces like toughened glass, or cracking like normal glass?¡± ¡°Urm, that rather depends on other stresses involved. Generally more like normal glass, I suppose.¡± ¡°OK. Can you tell me about what shapes can and can''t be made?¡± ¡°It depends on the extruder, but... pretty much any shape you can think of a wall being, really. Gaps are a bit of a pain, though, and don''t expect a perfect point on the top of a cone.¡± ¡°And there''s no problem with sun, wind, rain, or anything someone might decide to try to clean up messes with? Acids, alkalies, soaps, detergents, and so on?¡± ¡°Ultra-violet ought to be OK, but we''ve not had masses of time to test that. Oh, hold on, yes, we have. No problem there either. But, you''d get too hot in summer if you had it as a roof, I expect. It''s too transparent. ¡°But you can make it opaque.¡± ¡°No. You can paint it, but if you try adding colourants or light absorbing inclusions then the other properties don''t work so well.¡± ¡°And you have the technology to stick it together?¡± ¡°If you get two perfectly flat edges with no contaminants and in a perfect vacuum, and squash it together with a few gigapascals and then flash-heat the joint area with an infra-red laser to white heat, it''ll stick. But it''s easier to extrude it in one piece.¡± ¡°How well does your paint stick to it?¡± ¡°Reasonably well. We''d repaint a floor every few years.¡± ¡°It''s not slippery?¡± ¡°The paint helps with that, too.¡± ¡°Hmm. So... I understand concrete, steel, bricks, plaster and wood. I''ve mixed them and cut them and worked them and abused them until they bend or break or splinter. I like the sound of your crystal, but ...¡± ¡°You want to touch, feel, and break some? No problem. If you can bring appropriate safety gear for high speed sharp edges, I can bring a little extruder to Basse-Monaco next time you''re there. Just name the date.¡±
Message to Zara, from Krista, 20th March 2278 Dear Zara, Claire asked me to let you know that a Mer expert in shaping their crystal will be in contact with you. His sister''s been guarding the Tsarevna, apparently. Thought one is it might be lovely insulating windows, thought two is would you use it for anything else significant? Please try to get him to quote prices. The price on Mars is apparently ''what the market will bear'', which is rather vague. Sorry, no one''s told me his name.
Message to Krista, from Zara, 20th March 2278 Dear Krista, His name''s Xavier Renata Tulag, and he claims a past queen of Monaco ¡ª grandmother of the first Princess of Basse-Monaco ¡ª as a distant cousin of his. He mentioned this as a reason that he could provide her highness with Crystal. He also claims to have gone out with the Tsarevna''s lady in waiting, and seems sorry it was all based on a misunderstanding, whatever that means. I''ll be meeting him on the beach when I go down and check on the foundations.
Message to Zara, from Krista, 20th March Hi Zara, I know Olga ¡ª we''re almost neighbours ¡ª when you said Xavier seemed sorry, does that mean he''s sorry they started ''walking together'' or that they broke up?
Message to Pania, from Xavier. 21st March 2278 Hi Pan, do you see much of Olga? What''s your impression of her? I''m thinking that if you''re running into her, then maybe it''s not as hopeless as we convinced each other when we broke up. Also... if you''re on chatting terms with her imperial highness, can you ask her how you go about asking royalty if they know their ancestress was a Mer.
Message to Krista, from Zara, 21st March 2278 Hi Krista, Sorry for the slow reply, I was on-site at my other project. He said something like ''it''s a shame it was all based on a big misunderstanding, she''s a lovely person.'' So, yes, I got the distinct feeling he was sorry they broke up.
Mars Embassy of Atlantis, 22nd March, 2278 ¡°Tsarevna? Can I ask some advice?¡± Pania asked. ¡°Of course,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Would you expect an important land-person to be upset to learn that an ancestress five generations back was Mer? And if my brother told her they were relatives, might that be taken badly?¡± ¡°Probably not. Depends what he was about to ask for.¡± ¡°Oh, I don''t think he''s going to ask anyone for anything. Well, actually... by the sound of it, if Xavier runs into Olga again he might ask her for a date, but I''m more thinking of ''By the way your majesty, did you know your great-great-grandma was half-Mer? And by the way she was my great-great-great-grandfather''s cousin.''¡± ¡°Your brother''s that Xavier? I thought he dumped her?¡± ¡°From hearing him talk, it was more like she said ''you thought I''d asked you out didn''t you?'' then he replied ''Yes. I was really surprised, but...'' draws deep sad breath, ''it''s not going to work is it? You''re going back to St Petersburg with the Tsarevna,'' and she agreed and said ''And we''ll probably never meet again.'' And then, knowing him, he probably said something about it all being his fault and how sorry he was and walked away before he embarrassed everyone by bursting into tears.¡± ¡°And she probably interpreted that as him saying sorry he wasn''t really interested. Hmm. You think he''s still interested?¡± ¡°He asked me what I thought of her, which I''m taking in the sense of ''would I recommend he tracks her down and asks her to walk with him.''¡± ¡°I won''t ask you what you''re going to say to that,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°But the way they were getting on together certainly made me realise that I''m too reliant on her. But back to your question, am I allowed to ask who''s the royal is?¡± ¡°The king of Monaco.¡± ¡°Really?¡± ¡°My great-great-great-grandad''s mother''s brother fell for a pretty girl from near Monaco, and his daughter married the king of Monaco. Her granddaughter became the first princess of Basse-Monaco.¡± ¡°Who then met and married the duke of Moscow and had three daughters, one of whom married the Tsar, cousin.¡± ¡°Oh! I didn''t realise! Sixth cousin isn''t much of a relationship, but I had no idea at all!¡± ¡°I realise that,¡± Svetlana smiled at her discomfort. ¡°So no wonder you know what princess Claire is up to! She isn''t just a friend. Is she your first cousin? Or.. she''s not your sister is she?¡± ¡°Better if you don''t ask that question, Pania,¡± Svetlana said, seriously. ¡°Or I''m duty-bound to tell my father you know a secret that could be dangerous to princess Claire.¡± ¡°You made a decision there, Tsarevna Svetlana,¡± Pania said, equally serious. ¡°And unfortunately I have been learning some Russian. If you are duty-bound to tell your father, then tell you must; tell him I am Pania Renata Tulag of the mer, and by my oath, I will do all I can to keep my distant cousin Princess Claire''s dangerous secret.¡±
Message to Olga, from Xavier, 23rd March Olga, I''m coming to realise that I''m an idiot, and if I hadn''t been so sad about it all being based on a misunderstanding and trying to apologise for not realising, I should have said something like ''do you know any way that a designer of crystal structures might earn his living in St Petersburg?'' Is it too late to ask that now? Missing you a lot, Xavier.
Embassy of Atlantis on Mars, 24th March. ¡°I choose that other job, highness, if you really think I can do it,¡± Yuliya said. ¡°I wouldn''t have asked you otherwise, Yuliya,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Sorry, am I interrupting anything? Lunch is ready.¡± Ruth asked, sticking her head round the door. ¡°Nothing private,¡± Svetlana said, grinning at her friend. ¡°Yuliya has just agreed to take on the position of ambassador.¡± ¡°Oooh! Welcome to the club,¡± Ruth said, offering a warm handshake, then she looked suspiciously at Svetlana. ¡°I hope you''re planning to give her a proper cargo package, soon.¡± ¡°I told her she could bring a hundred kilos with her just in case and she brought her boyfriend...¡± ¡°''Lana!¡± Yuliya protested, ¡°You suggested he come along.¡± ¡°I know, just teasing. Anyway, yes, Ruth. As our ambassador, Yuliya will have access to start up funds as befits her station, there''s a carrier drone on its way already with boring stuff like furniture, and she also has first call on that high-thrust courier vessel the space force pilots are vying with each other to fly.¡± ¡°All right, all right. Just having been ambassador in name but stuck eating gloop with hardly a change of clothes and the feeling that the others are laughing at you... It wears out really quickly, you know?¡± ¡°She brought some cargo with her, particularly clothes and freeze-dried food.¡± ¡°Oh, yummy,¡± Ruth said, ¡°But it''s better than gloop. Far better.¡± ¡°And if you remember, one of the first things we did when we got here was order a complex,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°OK, OK. You win, you''re not abandoning her here without any support.¡± ¡°Glad you agree. But now that is settled, I''m going to ask if, given that I''m going home soon, there''s anything, or indeed anyone, that you''d like me to take to Earth. It seems the least I can do, after all the Mer hospitality and generosity you''ve given.¡± ¡°Pania.¡± Ruth said, decisively. ¡°Lovely girl, I hope you agree, but really, she needs to go back to Atlantis.¡± ¡°Oh? Problems?¡± ¡°Missing home too much. No, that''s not quite right. She''s a bit too scared of storms, a bit too worried about air leaks, that sort of thing. What''s worse is she knows it. She''s constantly on edge and it''s wearing her out. She was going to be going home on the next scheduled flight anyway, but if you''ve got space...¡± ¡°Of course. Anyone else? I''m assuming that you want to keep Vladimir this side of the solar system, Yuliya?¡± Svetlana asked. Yuliya blushed, ¡°A bit closer than that, highness. We did discuss things with our parents too, and decided that one decision really meant the other too.¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°It doesn''t make much sense for us to set up homes individually on a new planet. We''ve um, ''had an understanding'' as they used to say, for a while.¡± ¡°You''re engaged,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Not officially. Vladimir was only on a trial contract, you know? We didn''t really want to get engaged when neither of us had a stable job and we''d no idea if we''d be be able to get married in six months or six years.¡± ¡°Hmm, well! In that case... option one, pick your own time and deny anyone who''s known you very long the chance of sharing your happy occasion, option two, be stupidly fast and take vows before we leave, option three... I could come back in August, I think, with up to four parents.¡± ¡°You''d do that? Just for me?¡± Yuliya asked. ¡°Yuliya, silly, you''re my friend!¡± ¡°What about... you know who? Won''t he moan about missing you?¡± ¡°He''ll survive, I''m sure.¡±
Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 20: Dates

Diplomatic Effects / Ch. 20:Dates

Restoration, Thursday 11th April, 2278 Sarah sat down after a tiring day of running a multi-national corporation while looking after a seven month old who''d discovered the joys of self-propulsion. Little Maggie was a joy who was intent on becoming a handful, but Sarah was also very glad she had discovered that the world had interesting things apart from her mother''s thoughts to investigate. Sarah turned on the news for the first time that day. Ten seconds later, during a piece about a visiting royal, she called ¡°John! Come and listen!¡±
St Petersburg, Russia, Thursday 11th April ¡°I don''t think you''re going to Monaco this weekend,¡± Olga told Svetlana. ¡°No, Krista and I are going to Switzerland by commercial jet, remember?¡± ¡°Monaco, Switzerland, whatever. It''s still probably cancelled. Your parents'' choice, of course.¡±
Restoration, Thursday 11th April, 2278 ¡°He''s got a nerve, hasn''t he?¡± Sarah asked her husband, ¡°do you think he was drunk?¡± ¡°Well, he is a prince, and she''s a princess.¡± ¡°So? There is something seriously wrong about publicly declaring that his up-coming state visit means he''s going to be the first prince to go on a date with her.¡± ¡°Especially since it''s not true,¡± John said. ¡°I don''t know what he thinks he''s playing at, but I''m pretty sure that it''s going to be dangerous. And since he is just down the road, I''m going to find out.¡± ¡°Sarah! You can''t just invade his privacy!¡± ¡°I firmly believe he''s doing something dangerous, John. So for his safety, I''m going to check.¡±
The Palace, St Petersburg, Russia, Thursday 11th April ¡°There is no way that I can agree to this, mother, father. He''s a slimy little creep, I''m not interested in him at all, we''re almost at war with them, and anyway, he''s not even a Christian.¡± ¡°I know, daughter,¡± the Tsarina said, ¡°unfortunately, your love-life remains a necessary secret, so you can''t just tell him you''re not single. He knows you''re a Christian, I guess he doesn''t care, and if you diplomatically call him a slimy little creep, then it might not be taken very well.¡± ¡°So I have to accept the attempted wooing of this... self-invited and unwelcome visitor?¡± ¡°This peace-offering from our large southern neighbour, yes.¡± the Tsar said. ¡°In what way is this offer a peace offering? His father hopes that by this... so-called dynastic date... they gain a lever over the imperial throne of Russia. One way or the other.¡± ¡°It''s a high stakes gamble, certainly,¡± her father said. ¡°A high stakes gamble?¡± ¡°He''s betting that either you insult him somehow, or you do actually fall in love, but just think what happens if he insults you. We have another justification for any action we take.¡± ¡°The Emperor has just insulted me. He assumes that just because I''m of age, his slimy creep of a son can publicly declare his intentions to woo me and I have to play along.¡± ¡°Stop calling the prince that, Svetlana,¡± the Tsarina chided, ¡°you can''t judge by reputation.¡± ¡°I''ve met him, mother. And I can''t believe you''re going along with this! He''s a self-professed atheist.¡± ¡°You will give him the opportunity to talk matters of state with you, daughter,¡± the Tsar said, ¡°since that''s what he''s asked for, and what we agreed to, no matter what he''s telling the press.¡± ¡°But, given his publicly stated intentions it is, of course, only proper that you be accompanied by a chaperone as well as a body guard,¡± her mother said. ¡°Hmm. Do I get to choose my chaperone? If so, I''d like Pania.¡± ¡°Your newly discovered Mer cousin?¡± the Tsar asked. ¡°Yes. I think a thought-hearing Mer warrior woman makes quite a good chaperone, don''t you, father? And she is my cousin. Oh, and since none of this affects Claire du Basse-Monaco, I assume she can still catch her flight?¡±
News report, International News, Friday 12th April, 2278 Last night''s surprise declaration by Prince Han, the heir to the throne of China that he was planning on going out for a date with the Russian heir, Tsarevna (Princess) Svetlana caught the world leaders by total surprise. Undoubtedly if China and Russia were united politically then there would be a major shift in world politics, however analysts have described such an event unlikely, even if the two young people do marry. The tone of news reports from Russia suggest that nothing has been said on the matter by the royal house of Russia, but the recent tensions between the two countries, and the total cessation of trade means our Russian contacts say it is rather unlikely that his plan has met with the Tsar''s approval. The universal wall of silence over the reason for these tensions seems entirely unbroken, except for some rumours from Mars concerning the resignation of the Chinese ambassador. Our Mars correspondent points out that during the Tsarevna''s massively successful recent visit to Mars, she made frequent mentions of her Christian faith, a fact that does not bode well for any romantic entanglement with atheist prince Han. Unkind commentators have suggested that the prince might be doing no more than making a cynical attempt to deflect the international media attention from the legal issue currently before the United Nations, of whether there is a statute of limitations on illegal extraterritorial assassinations.
The Palace, St Petersburg, 9am, Friday 12th April> ¡°Could you say that again, Imperial Highness?¡± the Mer ambassador asked. ¡°I would like to formally ask her Imperial Majesty to lend me my distant cousin, Pania Renata Tulag, as a chaperone for the visit of a slimy self-professed atheist who''s publicly stated that he wouldn''t mind wooing me and thus uniting the Empires of Russia and China. I think Pania has all the right qualities; she''s good at being discreet, she''s my relative and as a Mer she''s got well-known opinions about dangerous sharks and how to deal with them. Her presence ought to ensure that he doesn''t even dare to think about trying to woo me.¡± ¡°And if she does deal with this dangerous shark, you can blame us for the diplomatic crisis?¡± ¡°No, I wouldn''t do that. Oh, I didn''t say, did I? I intend to meet him with all due ceremony blah blah blah on my parents'' oversized yacht.¡± ¡°May I ask why?¡± ¡°Because it''s just the thing to demonstrate that we don''t need or want a union with China.¡± ¡°I''m afraid I don''t understand, Tsarevna.¡± ¡°It''s a fusion powered naval vessel and a floating palace. China have nothing like it. I''ll nominally be granting him a favour only rarely offered to heads of state, but if he''s got any sense, he''ll realise that I''m also re0minding him about traditional Russian power-diplomacy. In other words I''ll be denting his pride. Plus of course if he should try anything then there''ll be enough burly sailors to flatten his honour guard. And we''ll be in the deeps that China have just formally recognised as your territory if Pania decides some Mer law needs to be applied. I wouldn''t want her to feel at all constrained not to do her duty as a warrior.¡± ¡°If you want him dead that much, Tsarevna, then you have your own assassins.¡± ¡°Of course I don''t want him dead. That would cause a war, not peace. But if he decides to insult my faith in God, I might not be very diplomatic in my reply, and that might not help peace, either. I want him thinking seriously about avoiding the whole subject.¡±
Arrivals area, Bonn Airport, Friday 12th April. ¡°Bonjour, Claire,¡± Rudolph greeted Svetlana with a kiss to the cheek and bunch of flowers, ¡°I worried you might not come.¡± ¡°I told you I can be persuasive,¡± ¡°What did you do, give your father an ultimatum?¡± ¡°Of course not. Come on, we''re blocking the way.¡± ¡°How was the flight?¡± Rudolph asked as they moved through the airport. ¡°A bit cramped for Krista,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°A booking error by the airline,¡± Krista explained, ¡°the lady beside me knew she didn''t really fit in one seat, so she''d booked two, but some genius put her two seats on opposite sides of the central aisle.¡± ¡°And no one else would swap seats with her so she could use her two seats?¡± ¡°Not without kicking someone else off the plane.¡± Svetlana said, ¡°The issue was flagged up when she''d checked in, but by the time we''d boarded, the computer had counted passports and decided there were two empty seats, and let a newly-wed couple on-board who''d been on standby. Apparently they''d missed their flight this morning.¡± ¡°Overslept?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°No. They''d been advised to book using her old name because her I.D. wouldn''t have been updated, but by the end of their honeymoon it had been, and the dunce at the security gate decided that she was trying to travel with false paperwork.¡± ¡°But you didn''t have any problems?¡± Rudolph asked. Krista laughed, ¡°nothing a call to the dunce''s superiors didn''t solve.¡± ¡°What happened?¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°The dunce discovered that some people with diplomatic passports don''t like being bullied.¡± ¡°He tried to bully you?¡± ¡°Oui, I think he actually wanted to be offered a bribe, or failing that to make a young woman cry. I was not interested in playing such games.¡± ¡°Am I going to learn what happened actually?¡± Rudolph asked, still in the middle of the terminal building. ¡°He claimed there was a problem with my I.D., because it did not give my full details, and that I would have to be detained until it was sorted out. I asked him if he had read the bit that said diplomatic passport. He said he couldn''t trust a suspect document. I pointed out that no senior diplomat had their full address on their I.D., let alone a royal.¡± ¡°And then when he tried to march her highness to the interview room,¡± a young woman added, stopping to butt in, ¡°And it got really interesting.¡± The woman had just followed Svetlana and Krista out of the arrivals area, and was positively clinging to the man beside her. ¡°I just called for security, and demanded to speak to his superior.¡± Svetlana said, dismissively, ¡°Bonjour, Adelle, Yves. Rudolph, the newly-wed couple I mentioned.¡± ¡°Your highness,¡± Yves bowed to Rudolph. ¡°Bonjour! Which news channel are you with? I can''t remember.¡± Rudolph asked. ¡°Switzerland Today,¡± Adelle replied, then added to Svetlana, ¡°And I am sorry for not making it clear that we''re reporters earlier, your highness.¡± ¡°It would be much better if you made no mention of her highness''s relatives when you write up your experiences,¡± Krista said, quietly, ¡°Assassination and kidnapping risks, you know?¡± Svetlana gave an apologetic smile, and added ¡°Plus associated questions from the imperial secret service about why you think putting me at risk is a good idea.¡± Yves tried to think through what that would do to the article they''d drafted. It would need a lot of rewriting; they''d been planning to suggest a headline for the story with something like ''Incompetent I.D. check reveals powerful connections of Prince Rudolph''s girlfriend.'' He and Adelle had been kept near the security area, waiting for notification that they could board the plane. They''d heard the whole dispute. ¡°Perhaps we should talk about what can be safely published about you, Claire?¡± Rudolph suggested. ¡°Somewhere more secure?¡±
News article, Switzerland Today, Saturday 13th April Don''t try to bully Royalty in Russia After what we thought a rather unpleasant end to our honeymoon, involving changes of name on I.D.s, petty bureaucrats, detention areas and missed flights, we found ourselves glad it had all happened. The same petty bureaucrat who seemed determined to ruin our flight from St. Petersburg home met his match in the shape of a young woman not yet out of her teens. The bureaucrat decided it was intensely suspicious that the name on my I.D. had been changed by our efficient civil service while we were still on our honeymoon, and held us for questioning despite us having our marriage certificate with us. Our plane had left by the time he was satisfied, and we were left to wait in an area near the departure check area, until the airline had decided what to do with us. The casually dressed young woman we saw from the detention area at St Petersburg airport presented her diplomatic passport, and expressed surprise when he demanded her I.D. as well. He insisted, and she handed it over. He then requested that she provide an iris scan. She pointed out that she was a protected person under a certain law, had a diplomatic passport, and was wearing anti-scan contact lenses. She politely suggested that he contact his superior if he was not used to dealing with diplomatic passports. We had a growing suspicion that her face was familiar, although she clearly was not dressed to attract attention. He decided she wasn''t familiar at all. ¡°Right,¡± he said in the ''you''re in trouble now'' tone he''d used on me, ¡°I find your documentation suspicious and you''re going to wait in the detention cell until I have time to interview you.¡± ¡°No, I am not.¡± she replied, calmly. ¡°Instead, assuming you enjoy your job, you are going to return my diplomatic passport and I.D. and call for your superior if you are not able to process me yourself, then I would recommend you seek remedial training, in case you''re called up for a disciplinary hearing.¡± For good measure, she then repeated herself in fluent, if accented Russian. By this point, I must say that an awed hush had fallen on the passport control area, and everyone heard her call for security when he twisted her arm behind her back to manhandle her towards the interview room. Her words, shouted in Russian, were, I''m informed, ¡°Security! Under imperial law you must prevent this violation of a royal person''s rights or face imprisonment or execution.¡± It is indeed the law that any royal has the right to call for that protection, but we''ve been unable to find out when the law was last invoked. But then, the manhandling of a protected royal person is not exactly a common event, either. Needless to say, the security forces stopped enjoying the show and snapped to action. Guns were drawn and the bureaucrat found himself handcuffed for the violation of her noble person. Whose royal person? Princess Claire du Basse-Monaco. Unlike us normal people, Princes Claire is not afraid of what a bureaucrat might do to her, instead her fear is what a bureaucrat, overstepping his authority, might do to himself, as this one did. She finds it frustrating when they don''t heed her warnings and realise the danger they''re in, but as certain car-owners have learned, she is not afraid of asserting her rights. But she doesn''t like to. Some commentators have, we know, expressed puzzlement about where the princess lives when not visiting Monaco or Switzerland. We can give you a partial answer: Russia. What, you want more details? The fact is, information about any royal person is considered dangerous in that country. Curiosity is not considered a justification for invading her privacy and putting her at risk of assassination or kidnapping. There have been cases in the past, less than a decade ago, where a person known to have links to the Tsar was killed in a botched kidnapping attempt. Does the princess have links to the Tsar? It is a matter of record that the previous princess of Basse-Monaco married the duke of Moscow. The laws of Monaco state that the title princess of Basse-Monaco is to be passed down to an unmarried female relative, and that she will be heir to the throne of Monaco after any direct descendants of the king. It''s also a matter of record that the duke and duchess of Monaco had three daughters, one of whom married the then-Tsesarevich, i.e. his Imperial Majesty the Tsar. So, yes, there is certainly a link to the Tsar. She is a relative of the previous princess ¡ª whether by descent or being a distant cousin we do not know, but there is certainly a strong enough link for it to be dangerous to publish more, and sufficient that the Princess sought advice before making all of this clear to us. Her advice is not to get too curious; knowing too much about her family without a need to know can get you in trouble, and the Russian secret service have a protective attitude towards their Tsar and all those, such as the Princess, who can claim a family tie to him. The princess is who she is: outgoing, charming, honest, very sure of herself, and entirely capable of blending with the crowd as long as there are no misguided probes into her identity. We can see what our prince sees in her and we wish them every happiness together. We did ask ¡ª what reporter wouldn''t ¡ª if there might be a royal wedding in the future. Their answer was simultaneous ¡ª ¡°God willing, but we''re too young. Certainly not before graduation.¡±
Imperial yacht, Sea of Nippon, near Vladivostok, Tuesday 16th April For reasons best known to himself, rather than the expected helicopter, the heir to imperial China had chosen to approach the imperial yacht on what was ostensibly a bamboo sailing ship, with space for perhaps twenty crew on board. Pania pointed out to Svetlana the tell-tale ripple-pattern that showed that under water it boasted a hydrofoil. However, right now it was travelling by wind power, or rather it wasn''t: the wind had dropped from a gentle breeze to dead-calm, and the Chinese vessel was wallowing about five hundred meters away, slowing with every wave that it crested. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡°Is waiting for him to get here supposed to be romantic?¡± Pania asked. ¡°I don''t know,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Perhaps it''s supposed to say that sanctions are hurting and he can''t afford the fuel.¡± ¡°You don''t want to go and meet him?¡± ¡°You''re the one who pointed out he''s got engines.¡± ¡°Unless they''ve been taken out to make room for extra torpedos,¡± Pania said, shrugging. ¡°But I doubt they''d do that.¡± ¡°Torpedos?¡± ¡°It''s one of their disguised naval ships, I thought you knew.¡± ¡°I must have missed that briefing.¡± Svetlana admitted. ¡°So, you''ve got a fusion powered demonstration of power and opulence, complete with a forcefield dome and rail guns; he''s got a fast-attack torpedo boat subtly disguised as a piece of tourist frivolity.¡± ¡°Hmm. That''s probably a metaphor isn''t it?¡± ¡°Probably. You''re both displaying your cultural preferences, perhaps? You''re happy to make brute power comfortable, he prefers to hide it?¡± ¡°What about you?¡± Svetlana, asked, indicating Pania''s clothing. ¡°Oh, I''m just wearing my barbarian warrior-woman stuff to help you make your point that you''re not planning to violate your faith, distant cousin. I''d much prefer a dress. Especially in this weather.¡± ¡°Oh! Thank you for the thought, Pania. If you''re more comfortable in something else, by all means change. We don''t need to shout Mer warrior at them, after all.¡± ¡°I''ll go and change then, if that''s OK, it looks like I''ve got plenty of time.¡± ¡°Of course. Just don''t leave your pipe in your room.¡± Pania smiled, ¡°Of course not, cousin. And I''ll bring my knife too. Just... a bit more concealed.¡±
St Petersburg, 16th April ¡°Olga, you look beautiful,¡± Xavier said, ¡°and I''ve missed you.¡± ¡°You like this dress?¡± she asked, pleased at his reaction. ¡°And your hair and your eyes and everything about you, and most of all that we can spend some time together again.¡± ¡°Back in Atlantis... I thought...¡± ¡°I am not good at expressing myself, am I? I''m sorry for not understanding and not expressing myself. This time I want to be clear. Very clear.¡± ¡°How clear is very clear?¡± ¡°I like you a lot and I''m looking forward to getting to know you better, so that ...urm...¡± He drew a deep breath, ¡°One day ¡ª knowing me probably in a couple of years ¡ª once we know each other enough I can ask you to be my wife, and I''ll hope that you will say yes. Is that clear enough?¡± ¡°That''s a pretty clear statement of intent, yes. And it sounds like quite a good plan to me. You''re really planning to move here? Just because of me?¡± ¡°Do you think I shouldn''t?¡± Xavier asked, nervous that he''d misunderstood her again. ¡°I''m.... flattered, Xavier. I''m amazed, and I''m not sure what you see in me. But thank you, I''m very glad you''re not making me choose between you and working for Svetlana.¡± She smiled at him, and added ¡°It''d be hard for her if I had to.¡±
Imperial yacht, Sea of Nippon, near Vladivostok, Tuesday 16th April The formal statements of position by the prince''s aides were long, ornate and deadly boring to Pania. It boiled down to Russia''s trade restrictions were hurting everyone, so could Svetlana please urge her father to end them. Pania could have said that in less than a minute even with some ornamentation. So far it seemed like they''d droned on for quarter of an hour. [Pania, I have the gift, and a reason to call you.] [Hello?] Pania didn''t recognise the mental voice. [The Tsarevna has chosen you as her chaperone?] Sarah thought. [Yes.] [I''ve met her, she''s a good person,] Sarah thought, [Now, pay attention, there''s some things coming you should hear, but I''ll call later.] The same aid was still talking about the benefits of trade, but then he went on to ''explain'' that how now that China had signed the treaty with the Mer, they had a powerful ally they could call on to trim Russia''s claws, in case the present tensions increased. ¡°I find that a fascinating observation, don''t you Pania?¡± Svetlana observed, interrupting. ¡°I''m sure my queen will find it a most interesting interpretation of our treaty with the Empire of China.¡± ¡°Karella still resists the title of Empress, then?¡± Svetlana asked. ¡°I''m sure she''ll come round one day,¡± she addressed the prince, who was looking stunned that Pania, introduced as Svetlana''s distant relative, might be Mer. ¡°Your imperial highness, does this underling speak your words, or are they his own? You''ll remember, I hope, that I''ve sworn an oath to work for peace, and I find this lecture a little needless. I expect that my sixth cousin, on the other hand, finds his use of her peace-loving people as a veiled threat to be something verging on the offensive.¡± ¡°He has deviated from the text which I agreed to, your imperial highness,¡± Prince Han said, failing to admit his own responsibility for the passage in question. ¡°How... disappointing that our discussions should be soured in such a way,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Please accept my apologies for my aide''s poorly phrased speech, highness,¡± Han said. ¡°I accept them, but I think you''ll find that you need to do better than that when you apologise to the Mer. Am I correct, Pania?¡± ¡°I think his highness and his aides would be well served by re-reading what the treaty does and does not promise, and what it is contingent on. But from what I witnessed on Mars, your Imperial Father is honouring your vow to seek peace and as you requested he is being patient in response to China''s aggression, Tsarevna.¡± ¡°Oh, I agree,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°So you see, your highness, I don''t think we need to waste our time on any of this. Why don''t you just tell me who sent the message to Mars, and hand them over for questioning? Along with who ever told them to send it, of course. Oh, and come clean about Mars. Then we can let all the soldiers have a well-earned rest.¡± ¡°You are overly blunt and this is not a topic to be discussed in front of aides, Tsarevna,¡± prince Han said. ¡°Oh? They don''t know about the official message that made the honourable ambassador decide she needed to denounce her nation and seek asylum in order to preserve her honour? Perhaps you should tell them so they don''t waste everyone''s time on useless speeches.¡± In response, prince Han growled ¡°the message was not official,¡± and then dismissed his staff from the room. ¡°So hand over the criminal to the United Nations court,¡± Svetlana repeated as they left the room. His body-guard stayed. ¡°Tsarevna, I wish to speak with you on this topic and other matters of great importance.¡± ¡°Oh, by all means, speak, highness.¡± Svetlana said, in a carefully contrived bored tone. ¡°Alone,¡± he added, angrily motioning his body guard towards the door. ¡°Guards, station yourselves outside the room, ensure no one listens,¡± Svetlana commanded. ¡°And your distant cousin?¡± the prince asked. ¡°The point of having a chaperone is she does not leave me alone,¡± Svetlana pointed out reasonably. ¡°The point of a chaperone is to limit the passions of youth so you don''t embarrass your parents,¡± he corrected her. ¡°I hope you''re feeling limited, then.¡± Svetlana said. He looked at her for a while, taking in the set of her jaw and the rigidity of her posture, and shook his head. He lounged back in his seat and said ¡°I am not your enemy, Tsarevna of Russia.¡± ¡°Feel free not to expand on that thought,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°But I hope you will not take it the wrong way if I add that nor have I ever wanted to be your lover.¡± ¡°What might be the wrong way?¡± Svetlana asked, relaxing noticeably. ¡°Kissing you out of relief? Don''t worry, I have more self-control and sense of decorum than that.¡± ¡°So, can we talk?¡± Prince Han asked, ignoring the insult. ¡°Please, talk!¡± Svetlana agreed. ¡°Alone.¡± ¡°Imperial highness,¡± Pania asked the prince, ¡°will you accept my presence if I first give my vow of silence over what you say?¡± ¡°You have a queen who is attributed to have the ability to lift it from your mind. Any vow you take would be meaningless.¡± ¡°Your lack of faith in my queen saddens me. She would not do such a thing!¡± ¡°I envy you your na?vety.¡± He tried another track: ¡°You claim to be a peace-loving woman of the Mer, do you want peace between Russia and China? I do; my lover expects my child, but my father despises her. Without his permission, I cannot marry her. I am not even be sure my lover will not be executed for daring to conceive and telling me she had done so. Believe me that I cannot talk to the Tsarevna where what I say will be overheard. If what I wish to say is spread about, then there will be assassinations and war. If I cannot talk to the Tsarevna, I am sure Russia will continue to insist on what it sees as its rights, and there will be no peace. I do not believe in much, but I believe the Tsarevna is the only person who can solve this.¡± ¡°Your imperial highness,¡± Pania started, about to say it was her duty to stay. [The prince has no desire to date her, marry her, harm or dishonour her, I''ve checked.] Sarah interrupted [You don''t need to stay from that point of view. The talk of taking her on a date was no more than a clumsy attempt to arrange a private talk with her. He does need to talk to her.] [You know what''s on his mind?] [He''s hiding it quite well,] Sarah thought, [you probably won''t catch anything of it even if you shook hands with him. But Svetlana does need to hear it. Feel free to tell them I''m butting in.] ¡°Urm, highnesses, ¡± Pania said, ¡°one with the gift has just told me I don''t need to be here, and his highness''s desired conversation must happen.¡± ¡°Must is a strong word,¡± Svetlana said. Prince Han looked at Pania in horror, ¡°You''re a thought-hearer?¡± ¡°I am a warrior, imperial highness, not a gossip. I have not heard your secret. I have the clear impression the gifted one knew exactly what you wanted to talk about, but she didn''t tell me.¡± [Of course not,] Sarah thought to her [I''m a truthsayer who has signed the full ethics statement.] ¡°She says she''s a truthsayer who has signed the ethics agreement,¡± Pania relayed. ¡°With her highness''s permission I could withdraw for a minute, or two? Or perhaps I could stand on the other side of the room with my fingers in my ears, singing? Would something like that be acceptable?¡± ¡°If prince Han will agree to getting a slap in the face, I will allow you to withdraw, if I must listen to what he has to say.¡± ¡°A slap in the face?¡± Prince Han was confused. ¡°You don''t want your guards to speculate about what you''re really talking to me about, I presume? So, say your piece and then I will indignantly slap you in the face for making an unwelcome suggestion under the pretense of a matter of state and storm out of the room as though highly insulted, and saying something of the sort.¡± ¡°Ah. I suppose I can cope with that, in the interests of peace and secrecy.¡± he agreed. ¡°And I''ll try and leave you with all your teeth, in the interests of peace.¡± Svetlana said. ¡°Very droll,¡± the prince said. ¡°And there''s nothing else you can talk about?¡± ¡°Now that is agreed... I would like to add my personal appeal to you to intervene with your father to prevent war, Tsarevna. And as a token of my desire for peace and improved relationships, I offer you this humiliating crystal of documents. Treated with a level of privacy similar to what people on Mars might expect, they represent, I believe, a peaceful and less public resolution to the Mars assassination issue than the continued degradation of my country in court. I thus trust my nation''s world standing to you in this matter also, Tsarevna Svetlana. Of course if you publish it, we would probably claim your secret services created them to dishonour us.¡± Svetlana accepted the crystal, ¡°you wish the court case to just end?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°And you expect the Mars Council to agree to this?¡± ¡°I believe it is called an out of court settlement. I trust that you can persuade them, Tsarevna, and that you will, as you have vowed to work for peace.¡± ¡°I see. So, you think you can use my vow to get me to do your bidding?¡± ¡°The court case dishonors my country and thus my father. And we both want peace. If your chaperone will leave us now, I will tell you of the message to Mars.¡± ¡°OK, Pania,¡± Svetlana agreed, ¡°Give his highness two minutes, no more.¡± ¡°I will leave, and ensure no one listens.¡± ¡°Thank you cousin.¡± ¡°I will speak quickly,¡± Prince Han said quietly, as the door closed. ¡°I learned my lover was pregnant almost two months ago, and having failed to persuade my father to relax his disapproval of her, I went to my grandmother, the queen-mother, thinking that perhaps she could convince my father to let us marry. You were on Mars, making waves. Not the best timing, I admit. Grandmother said she would speak to her alone. My father was distressed at the plans you were breaking, but my grandmother was more so, and saw an opportunity. My lover works at the communications office, you see. I think you can guess the rest.¡± ¡°Your grandmother ordered your nameless lover to send the message,¡± Svetlana guessed. ¡°She told her she would approve of our marriage if she did it, and ensure she did not live to give birth if she did not. And she held a knife to her throat while she sent the message. Grandmother is old, but still strong.¡± ¡°So, the noble queen-mother of China wishes me dead.¡± Svetlana said. ¡°I think she does not now. My father was extremely angry about the message.¡± ¡°And you wish to save last month''s lover.¡± ¡°My heir and my future queen, who would be my wife if it were up to me,¡± he corrected. ¡°Who was under extreme pressure. If you assassinate her, my father will be glad but I will be your implacable enemy. I hope you see the real guilt lies with my grandmother. But if Russia assassinates grandma, there will be immediate war; there must be war.¡± ¡°And of course some guilt lies with you, for presenting your grandmother with the perfect opportunity. You are in an impossible situation, ultimately caused by your your falling out with your father, and taking her to your bed against his wishes or good moral sense.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± he admitted. ¡°Renounce your title,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°What?¡± he was shocked. ¡°Take your lover to Atlantis, marry her, and tell your father you''ll renounce your claim to the throne if he doesn''t accept her, and claim asylum in Atlantis.¡± ¡°I''m the only heir to the throne. I cannot do that, I have my duty.¡± ¡°You have three duties. To the woman you''ve lured to your bed, to the child you''ve fathered and to your country. Let your father deal with the constitutional crisis he''s caused. Your sister is a good woman, and if you had not been born she would be heir, would she not?¡± ¡°Well, yes, but...¡± ¡°So, take a trip to Atlantis, abdicate in favour of your sister, I''ll convince my father that she had nothing at all to do with the assassination attempt and while there might be some tensions while your father continues to rule, peace will certainly reign as soon as your father vacates the throne. Otherwise, turn your lover over to me.¡± ¡°What?¡± he asked, even more shocked. ¡°She did send the message, after all. I can''t fully guarantee her safety, but I fully can''t guarantee mine either. She''d be an honoured guest, but your father need not know that, and it would certainly imply to your father that we knew who was responsible, wouldn''t it? And I''m sure it would de-escalate things on the border while you persuade your father to offer us something more than words in exchange for his mother''s safety. You could of course visit her whenever you like, if that''s what''s worrying you. Or your sister and some of her staff could have the apartment next door and ensure she''s treated properly? I would welcome the idea of getting to know both ladies better. Think about it, prince.¡± ¡°Why not just lure my sister into being your hostage? I''d much rather it was her than Yin Li.¡± It was not only a demonstration of his self-centred attitude, but also a perfect opportunity to end the conversation, so Svetlana grasped it. ¡°How dare you!¡± She said loudly, slapping him in the face. Storming out of the room she shouted over her shoulder ¡°You claim you want peace, and a discussion of state matters and then suggest that? You disgust me! Guards, the prince is leaving.¡±
Royal suite, Imperial yacht. ¡°So,¡± Pania asked, ¡°Any summary from that conversation I can take back to my queen?¡± ¡°Urm, at heart, he''s a selfish toad, but he does seem genuinely concerned for his lover, but maybe not enough to abdicate and seek asylum in Atlantis. That was one of the options I suggested.¡± ¡°He sent the message?¡± Pania asked in surprise. ¡°No.¡± ¡°Then it was her? Is that what you''re telling me?¡± ¡°I''m not saying anything,¡± Svetlana said primly. There was a polite knock on Svetlana''s door. ¡°Yes?¡± It was the captain of the guards; ¡°Sorry your Imperial Highness, but a member of the prince''s party is refusing to leave with him. As soon as you left she started screaming abuse at him and tried to scratch his eyes out. After she was restrained she collapsed in tears. So, it looks like a domestic argument, but we''re not sure what to do with her.¡± ¡°The prince has left?¡± ¡°His body guard bundled him down the gang way, away from her claws, but his ship is making no signs of moving off.¡± ¡°Hmm. Pania, would you accompany the captain and find out if her name is Yin Li? Oh, that might have been a deliberate misdirection, of course. Anyway, if she is the prince''s lover, then I''ll be happy to talk to her. Captain, on your way please pass a message to the steward instructing him to prepare a guest room fit for the future Empress of China, in case she does choose to stay.¡±
St Petersburg, 17th April 2278 ¡°Daughter, you brought back a clearly Chinese woman, without any documentation. Your mother and I ask that you please tell us who she is?¡± ¡°Our guest is called Yin Li, imperial Father, mother. According to His imperial highness, prince Han, she is his future wife. Apparently, according to his father, she''s a dangerous person who has beguiled his son, and my reading of things is that he''d be very happy if she had an accident. Oh, she''s also carrying the prince''s child.¡± ¡°What game are you playing now?¡± Svetlana''s mother asked. ¡°Politics, mother. Peace-making and politics. She was rather upset with prince Han, as he was leaving, and so once she''d stopped trying to claw his eyes out and I''d convinced her that he was still very much hers, we got chatting.¡± ¡°And the result of the chat?¡± ¡°I told her that I wasn''t going to hold her responsible for the message she was forced to send, and she decided to accept my offer of secure housing away from Chinese assassins.¡± ¡°The message. She sent the message?¡± ¡°She had a literal sword at her throat, father. I have been told who held it there, and I hope there will be no direct reprisals. Yin Li''s welcome here sends a message to the Emperor of China that we are not barbarians out to start another nuclear war, but that there will be serious repercussions.¡± ¡°Such as?¡± ¡°I leave that to you, father. A non-governing member of the imperial family decided I was being too insulting, and over-reacted.¡± ¡°The only reply is an assassin, daughter.¡± ¡°Father, if there must be an assassin, then let him or her deliver a letter, not death, a demand the emperor can answer, and preserve honour. I had thought of Hong-Kong or Shanghai, but perhaps that''d be too much.¡± ¡°It was not his his wife then,¡± the Tsar said, stroking his beard. ¡°I will keep you uncertain and not tell you more, father. It was a member of the royal family whose assassination would without doubt spark war. Mongolia''s not interesting to me. What would you think of accepting the titular rule of Taiwan?¡± ¡°Pardon?¡± the Tsar asked. ¡°Interesting idea, dear,¡± the Tsarina said. ¡°Explain.¡± ¡°You know how independent they are. The mainland has only actually ruled there about a decade in the last two centuries, and that was only because of that disastrous marriage. And of course, we''ve lent the Thai government support in the past to keep things that way. I wouldn''t mind adding that flag to the imperial crown, I don''t think they''d be much trouble.¡± ¡°Before you suggest it to China,¡± the Tsarina said, ¡°see what the Taiwanese think of the idea, daughter. They might not like the idea of being a bargaining chip.¡± ¡°They are a bargaining chip, and a thorn in China''s side,¡± the Tsar replied. ¡°They have been for centuries. In some ways this would cause a de-escalation of tension.¡±
Taiwanese Embassy, St Petersburg. ¡°Thank you for seeing me so quickly, Mr Ambassador,¡± Svetlana said. ¡°I admit being at a loss to explain your request for a meeting, noble Tsarevna.¡± ¡°Partly, Mr ambassador, I''m working for peace, and making some introductions. I present to you my guest Yin Li, who has found herself thrust into the cutting edge of international relations of late. I believe she is technically absent without leave from her work in the diplomatic communications department, but I expect prince Han will be able to deflect any problems there, eventually.¡± ¡°I greet the probable future Queen of mainland China,¡± the ambassador bowed low. ¡°And I apologise for not recognising you, noble lady.¡± Svetlana smiled. The Taiwanese were always well informed; they had to be. ¡°As you''re aware, Mr ambassador, there have been some tensions between us and mainland China.¡± ¡°Tensions with mainland China are a normal state of affairs, Tsarevna, from our point of view.¡± ¡°Yes, that annoying claim they make to your island. Well, tensions from here are a little more... acute, shall we say? Now, we don''t want to hold Yin Li responsible for a message that was none of her creation,¡± Svetlana said, ¡°But I don''t believe any of us would appreciate the consequences of assassinating the author. And, since the attempt to persuade honourable people on Mars to take stupidly rash actions failed quite so spectacularly, we can''t really claim half of the country as an alternative to the thermonuclear option. But Father would appreciate some kind of apology that doesn''t float away on the tide of time. I wonder what you and your government would think of a formal transfer of your island to my family? That''s to say, mainland China permanently gives up all formal claim in our favour, there''s an appropriate adjustment in territorial waters and fishing rights, you agree to fly the imperial flag alongside yours and we agree you are a fully autonomous vassal state within the empire.¡± ¡°You''re serious?¡± ¡°As you discuss it with your government, please point out that it would mean that mainland China would then be invading the Russian empire if they chose to cross the straits, which we would of course react most strongly to. And while I imagine that we''d need to work out some kind of defense contribution, I''m quite sure it would be small compared to your current military spending. There''d be no objection to you maintaining your own local defense force, coast-guard and so on, of course. I assure you I''ve no desire to have to respond to accusations of being an occupying force.¡± ¡°And matters of foreign policy?¡± ¡°Might need some adjusting. Internal policy would remain a matter for your government, within certain reasonable limits.¡± ¡°Those limits being?¡± ¡°The normal ones; torture, rape, detention without fair trial are unacceptable, as are corruption and abuse of power. Declaring yourself an independent republic is unacceptable. Constitutional amendments would need approval.¡± ¡°From the Russian parliament, you mean?¡± ¡°No, direct from the Tsar or ruling Tsarina.¡± ¡°And imperial secret services would function in Taiwan, just like here.¡± ¡°Lurking in bars and drinking cheap vodka?¡± Svetlana suggested, with a laugh. ¡°Probably not. It''d make them rather obvious, wouldn''t it? I''ve quoted my grandfather saying that the innocent have nothing to fear from rapid justice, Mr Ambassador. But allow me to correct my earlier statement. No detention /or punishment/ without fair trial, except of course that law-enforcement are allowed to use appropriate levels of force to protect the populace. Oh, and let''s add freedom to convert to any non-abusive religion. Sorry for making this up on the spot. I really doubt there''d be any need to move any more of our secret service there.¡± ¡°So you offer an end to fear of mainland invasion, and consequent reduced military expenditure, a continuation of government, but for this to happen you ask our king step aside.¡± ¡°Not at all! I ask that he acknowledge my father as his emperor, and father signs a treaty that guarantees his right to reign.¡± ¡°Then I don''t see what you gain.¡± Yin Li bowed, ¡°Mr ambassador, she punishes the arrogant actions of one otherwise above the law, and sends a message that others will not ignore ¡ª that Russia will not lose face. She demonstrates to the people affected that Russia''s empire is no monster, and so she gains prestige and honour, and her people love her. What more should she want? And since Taiwan has been in moral debt to Russia since the idiot in the Federal Kingdom changed policy on you, let this suggestion be presented to the people of mainland China as an idea from yourselves, as a noble sacrifice for the peace of both Chinas. Then the Emperor of China is merely acknowledging what a fiction the claim to your island is, and he can pretend he is not actually conceding land to gain peace.¡± ¡°I thank you, noble lady, for these wise words,¡± the ambassador said. Perhaps everyone did win, in public at least.