"Green Mars" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Kim Stanley)

PART 7 What Is to Be Done?

The few big buildings in Sabishii were faced with polished stone, picked for colors that were unusual on Mars: alabaster, jade, malachite, yellow jasper, turquoise, onyx, lapis lazuli. The smaller buildings were wooden. After traveling by night and hiding by day, the visitors found it a pleasure to walk in the sunlight between low wooden buildings, under plane trees and fire maples, through stone gardens and across wide boulevards of streetgrass, past canals lined by cypress, which occasionally widened into lily-covered ponds, crossed by high arching bridges. They were almost on the equator here, and winter meant nothing; even at aphelion hibiscus and rhododendron were flowering, and pine trees and many varieties of bamboo shot high into the warm breezy air.

The ancient Japanese greeted their visitors as old and valued friends. The Sabishii issei dressed in copper jumpsuits, went barefoot, and wore long ponytails, and many earrings and necklaces. One of them, bald, with a wispy white beard and a deeply wrinkled face, took the visitors on a walk, to stretch their legs after their long drives. His name was Kenji, and he had been the first Japanese to step on Mars, though no one remembered that anymore.

At the city wall they looked out at enormous boulders balancing on nearby hilltops, carved into one fantastic .shape after another.

#8220;Have you ever been to the Medusae Fossae?#8221;

Kenji only smiled and shook his head. The kami stones on the hills were honeycombed with rooms and storage spaces, he told them, and along with the mohole mound maze they now could house a very great number of people, as many as twenty thousand, for as long as a year. The visitors nodded. It seemed possible it might become necessary.

Kenji took them back to the oldest part of town, where the visitors had been given rooms in the original compound. The rooms were smaller and more spare than most of the town#8217;s student apartments, and had a patina of age and use that made them more like nests than rooms. The issei still slept in some of them.

As the visitors walked through these rooms, they did not look at each other. The contrast between their history and those of the Sabishiians was too stark. They stared at the furniture, disturbed, distracted, withdrawn. And after that evening#8217;s meal, after a lot of sake had gone down the hatches, one said, #8220;If only we had done something like this.#8221;

Nanao began to play a bamboo flute.

#8220;It was easier for us,#8221; Kenji said. #8220;We were all Japanese together. We had a model.#8221;

#8220;It doesn#8217;t seem much like the Japan I remember.#8221;

#8220;No. But that isn#8217;t the true Japan.#8221;

They took their cups and a few bottles, and climbed up stairs to a pavilion on top of a wooden tower next to their compound. Up there they could see the trees and rooftops of the city, and the jagged array of boulders standing on the black skysill It was the last hour of twilight, and except for a wedge of lavender in the west the sky was a rich midnight blue, liberally flecked with stars. A string of paper lanterns hung in a grove of fire maples below.

#8220;We are the true Japanese. What you see in Tokyo today is transnational. There is another Japan. We can never go back to that, of course. It was a feudal culture in any case, and had features we cannot accept. But what we do here has its roots in that culture. We are trying to find a new way, a way which rediscovers the old one, or reinvents it, for this new place.#8221;

#8220;Kasei Nippon.#8221;

#8220;Yes, but not just for Mars! For Japan also. As a model for them, you see? An example of what they can become.#8221;

And so they drank rice wine under the stars. Nanao played his flute, and down in the park under the paper lanterns someone laughed. The visitors sat leaning against each other, thinking. They talked for a while about all the sanctuaries, how different they were and yet hew much they had in common.

#8220;This congress is a good idea.#8221;

The visitors nodded, in various degrees of assent.

#8220;It#8217;s just what we need. I mean, we have been getting together to celebrate John#8217;s jestival for how many years now? And it#8217;s been good. Very pleasant. Very important. We have needed it, for our own sakes. But now things are changing fast. We can#8217;t pretend to be a cabal. We have to deal with the rest of them.#8221;

They talhed specifics for a while: attendants at the congress, security measures, problem issues.

#8220;Who attacked the egg #8212; the egg?#8221;

#8220;A security team from Burroughs. Subarashii and Armscor have organized what they call a sabotage investigation unit, and they#8217;ve gotten the Transitional Authority to bless the operation. They#8217;ll be coming south again, no doubt of that. We have almost waited too long.#8221;

#8220;They got the institution #8212; the information #8212; -from me?#8221;

A snort. #8220;You should resist thinking you are so important.#8221;

#8220;It doesn#8217;t matter anyway. It#8217;s the return of the elevator driving all this.#8221;

#8220;And they are building one for Earth as well And so #8230;#8221;

#8220;We had better act.#8221;

Then as the stone sake bottles kept going around, and emptying, they gave up on such seriousness, and talked about the past year, things they had seen in the outback, gossip about mutual acquaintances, new jokes heard. Nanao got out a packet of balloons, and they filled them and tossed them out into the city#8217;s night breeze, and watched them float down onto the trees and the old habitats. They passed around a canister of nitrous oxide, took breaths and laughed. The stars made a thick net overhead. One told stories of space, of the asteroid belt. They tried to nick exposed bits of wood with their pocket knives and failed. #8220;This congress will be what we call nema-washi. Preparing the ground.#8221;

Two stood, arms around each other, and swayed until they had caught their balance, then held out their little cups in a toast.

#8220;Next year on Olympus.#8221;

#8220;Next year on Olympus,#8221; the others repeated, and drank.

It was Ls 180, M-year 40, when they began to arrive at Dorsa Brevia, in small cars and planes from all over the south. A group of Reds and caravan Arabs checked people#8217;s credentials in the wasteland approaches, and more Reds and Bogdanovists were stationed in bunkers located all around the dorsa, armed, in case there was any trouble. The Sabishiian intelligence experts, however, thought that the conference was unknown in Burroughs or Hellas or Sheffield, and when they explained why they thought so, people tended to relax, for clearly they had penetrated far into the halls of UNTA, and indeed throughout the whole structure of transnational power on Mars. That was another advantage to the demimonde; they could work in both directions.

When Nadia arrived, with Art and Nirgal, they were led to their guest quarters in Zakros, the southernmost segment of the tunnel. Nadia dropped her pack in a little wooden room, and wandered the big park, and then through the segments farther north, finding old friends and meeting strangers, feeling in a mood of good hope. It was encouraging to see all these people milling about the green parks and pavilions, representing so many different groups. She looked around at the crowd thronging the canalside park, perhaps three hundred people in view at that moment, and laughed.

The Swiss from Overhangs arrived on the day before the conference was supposed to begin; people said they had been camped outside in their rovers, waiting for the date specified. They brought with them a whole set of procedures and protocols for the meeting, and as Nadia and Art listened to a Swiss woman describing their plans, Art elbowed Nadia and whispered, #8220;We#8217;ve created a monster.#8221;

#8220;No no,#8221; Nadia whispered back, happy as she looked over the big central park in the third-from-the-south segment of the tunnel, called Lato. The skylight overhead was a long bronze crack in the dark roof, and morning light filled the giant cylindrical chamber with the kind of photon rain she had been craving all winter, brown light everywhere, the bamboo and pine and cypress rising over the tile rooftops and blazing like green water. #8220;We need a structure, or it would be a free-for-all. The Swiss are form without content, if you see what I mean.#8221;

Art nodded. He was very quick, sometimes even hard to understand, because he jumped five or six steps at a time and assumed she had followed him. #8220;Just get them to drink kava with the anarchists,#8221; he muttered, and got up to walk around the edges of the meeting.

And in fact that night, on her way with Maya through Gournia to a canalside row of open-air kitchens, Nadia passed by Art and saw that he was doing just that, dragging Mikhail and some of the other Bogdanovist hard-liners over to a table of Swiss, where Jurgen and Max and Sibilla and Priska were chatting happily with a group standing around them, switching languages as if they were translation AIs, but in every language exhibiting the same buoyant guttural Swiss accent. #8220;Art is an optimist,#8221; Nadia said to Maya as they walked on.

#8220;Art is an idiot,#8221; Maya replied.

By now there were about five hundred visitors in the long sanctuary, representing about fifty groups. The congress was to begin the following morning, so on this night the partying was loud, from Zakros to Falasarna, the timeslip filled with wild shouting and singing, Arab ululations harmonizing with yodels, the strains of #8220;Waltzing Matilda#8221; forming a descant to #8220;The Marseillaise.#8221;

Nadia got up early the next morning. She found Art already out at the pavilion in the Zakros park, rearranging chairs into a circular formation, in classic Bogdanovist style. Nadia felt a prick of pain and regret, as if Arkady#8217;s ghost had walked through her; he would have loved this meeting, it was just what he had often called for. She went to help Art. #8220;You#8217;re up early.#8221;

#8220;I woke up and couldn#8217;t fall back asleep.#8221; He needed a shave. #8220;I#8217;m nervous!#8221;

She laughed. #8220;This is going to take weeks, Art, you know that.#8221;

#8220;Yes, but starts are important.#8221;

By ten all the seats were filled, and behind the chairs the pavilion was crowded with standing observers. Nadia stood at the back of the Zygote wedge of the circle, watching curiously. There appeared to be slightly more men than women in attendance, and slightly more natives than emigrants. Most people wore standard one-piece jumpers #8212; the Reds#8217; were rust-colored #8212; but a significant number were dressed in a colorful array of ceremonial styles: robes, dresses, pantaloons, suits, embroidered shirts, bare chests, a lot of necklaces and earrings and other jewelry. All the Bogdanovists wore jewelry containing pieces of phobosite, the black chunks shining where they had been cut flat and polished.

The Swiss stood in the center, somber in gray bankers#8217; suits, Sibilla and Priska in dark green dresses. Sibilla called the meeting to order, and she and the rest of the Swiss alternated as they explained in excruciating detail the program they had worked out, pausing to answer questions, and asking for comments at every change of speaker. As they did this a group of Sufis in pure white shirts and pantaloons worked their way around the outer perimeter of the circle, passing out jugs of water and bamboo cups, moving with their customary dancelike grace. When everyone had cups, the delegates at the front of each group poured water for the party on their left, and then they all drank. Out in the crowd of spectators the Vanuatuans were at a table filling tiny cups of kava or coffee or tea, and Art was passing these out to those who wanted them. Nadia smiled at the sight of him, shambling through the crowds like a Sufi in slow motion, sipping from the cups of kava he was distributing.

The Swiss#8217;s program was to begin with a series of workshops on specific topics and problems, working in open rooms scattered through Zakros, Gournia, Lato, and Malta. All of the workshops were to be recorded. Conclusions, recommendations, and questions from the workshops were to serve as the basis for a subsequent day#8217;s discussion at one of the two general ongoing meetings. One of these would focus roughly on the problems of achieving independence, the other on what came after #8212; the means and ends meetings, as Art noted when he stopped briefly at Nadia#8217;s side.

When the Swiss were done describing the program, they were ready to start; it had not occurred to them to have any ceremonial opening. Werner, speaking last, reminded people that the first workshops would begin in an hour, and that was that. They were done.

But before the crowd dispersed, Hiroko stood at the back of the Zygote crowd, and walked slowly into the center of the circle. She wore a bamboo-green jumper, and no jewelry #8212; a tall slight figure, white-haired, unprepossessing #8212; and yet every eye there was locked onto her. And when she lifted her hands, everyone seated got to their feet. In the silence that followed, Nadia#8217;s breath caught in her throat. We should stop now, she thought. No meetings #8212; this is it right here, our presence together, our shared reverence for this single person.

#8220;We are children of Earth,#8221; Hiroko said, loud enough for all to hear. #8220;And yet here we stand, in a lava tunnel on the planet Mars. We should not forget how strange a fate that is. Life anywhere is an enigma and a precious miracle, but here we see even better its sacred power. Let#8217;s remember that now, and make our work our worship.#8221;

She spread her hands wide, and her closest associates walked humming into the center of the circle. Others followed suit, until the space around the Swiss was full of a milling horde of friends, acquaintances, strangers.

The workshops were held in gazebos scattered through the parks, or in three-walled rooms in the public buildings that edged these parks. The Swiss had assigned small groups to run the workshops, and the rest of the conferees attended whichever meetings interested them the most, so that some involved five people, others fifty.

Nadia spent the first day wandering from workshop to workshop, up and down the four southernmost segments of the tunnel.

She found that quite a few people were doing the same, none more so than Art, who appeared to be trying to observe all the workshops, so that he caught only a sentence or two at each site.

She dropped in on a workshop discussing the events of 2061. She was interested, although not surprised, to find in attendance Maya, Ann, Sax, Spencer, and even Coyote, as well as Jackie Boone and Nirgal, and many others. The room was packed. First things first, she supposed, and there were so many nagging questions about #8216;61: What had happened? What had gone wrong, and why?

Ten minutes#8217; listening, however, arid her heart sank. People were upset, their recriminations heartfelt and bitter. Nadia#8217;s stomach knotted in a way it hadn#8217;t in years, as memories of the failed revolt flooded into her.

She looked around the room, trying to concentrate on the faces, to distract herself from the ghosts within. Sax was watching birdlike as he sat next to Spencer; he nodded as Spencer asserted that 2061 taught them that they needed a complete assessment of all the military forces in the Martian system. #8220;This is a necessary precondition for any successful action,#8221; Spencer said.

But this bit of common sense was shouted down by someone who seemed to consider it an excuse to avoid action #8212; a Marsfirster, apparently, who advocated immediate mass ecotage, and armed assault on the cities.

Quite vividly Nadia recalled an argument with Arkady about this very matter, and suddenly she couldn#8217;t stand it. She walked down to the center of the room.

After a while everyone went silent, stilled by the sight of her. #8220;I#8217;m tired of this matter being discussed in purely military terms,#8221; she said. #8220;The whole model of revolution has to be rethought. This is what Arkady failed to do in sixty-one, and this is why sixty-one was such a bloody mess. Listen to me, now #8212; there can be no such thing as a successful armed revolution on Mars. The life-support systems are too vulnerable.#8221;

Sax croaked, #8220;But if the surface is vivable #8212; is viable #8212; then the support systems not so #8212; so #8230;#8221;

Nadia shook her head. #8220;The surface is not viable, and won#8217;t be for many years. And even when it is, revolution has to be rethought. Look, even when ‘revolutions have been successful, they have caused so much destruction and hatred that there is always some kind of horrible backlash. It#8217;s inherent in the method. If you choose violence, then you create enemies who will resist you forever. And ruthless men become your revolutionary leaders, so when the war is over they#8217;re in power, and likely to be as bad as what they replaced.#8221;

#8220;Not in #8212; American,#8221; Sax said, cross-eyed with the effort to force the right words out in a timely manner.

#8220;I don#8217;t know about that. But mostly it#8217;s been true. Violence breeds hatred, and eventually there is a backlash. It#8217;s unavoidable.#8221;

#8220;Yes,#8221; said Nirgal with his usual intent look, not all that different from Sax#8217;s grimace. #8220;But if people are attacking the sanctuaries and destroying them, then we don#8217;t have much choice.#8221;

Nadia said, #8220;The question is, who#8217;s sending those forces out? And who are the people actually in these forces? I doubt that those individuals bear us any ill will. At this point they might just as easily be on our side as against us. It#8217;s their commanders and owners we should focus on.#8221;

#8220;De-cap-i-ta-tion,#8221; Sax said.

#8220;I don#8217;t like the sound of that. You need a different term.#8221;

#8220;Mandatory retirement?#8221; Maya suggested acidly. People laughed, and Nadia glared at her old friend.

#8220;Forced disemployment,#8221; Art said loudly from the back, where he had just appeared.

#8220;You mean a coup,#8221; Maya said. #8220;Not to fight the entire population on the surface, but just the leadership and their bodyguards.#8221;

#8220;And maybe their armies,#8221; Nirgal insisted. #8220;We have no sign that they are disaffected, or even apathetic.#8221;

#8220;No. But would they fight without orders from their leaders?#8221;

#8220;Some might. It#8217;s their job, after all.#8221;

#8220;Yes, but they have no great stake beyond that,#8221; Nadia said, thinking it out as she spoke. #8220;Without nationalism or ethnicity, or some other kind of home feeling involved, I don#8217;t think these people will fight to the death. They know they#8217;re being ordered around to protect the powerful. Some more egalitarian system makes an appearance, and they might feel a conflict of loyalties.#8221;

#8220;Retirement benefits,#8221; Maya mocked, and people laughed again.

But from the back Art said, #8220;Why not put it in those terms? If you don#8217;t want revolution conceptualized as war, you need something else to replace it, so why not economics? Call it a change in practice. This is what the people in Praxis are doing when they talk about human capital, or bioinfrastructure #8212; modeling everything in economic terms. It#8217;s ludicrous in a way, but it does speak to those for whom economics is the most important paradigm. That certainly includes the transnational.#8221;

#8220;So,#8221; Nirgal said with a grin, #8220;we disemploy the local leadership, and give their police a raise while job-retraining them.#8221;

#8220;Yeah, like that.#8221;

Sax was shaking his head. #8220;Can#8217;t reach them,#8221; he said. #8220;Need force.#8221;

#8220;Something has to be changed to avoid another sixty-one!#8221; Nadia insisted. #8220;It has to be rethought. Maybe there are historical models, but not the ones you#8217;ve been mentioning. Something more like the velvet revolutions that ended the Soviet era, for instance.#8221;

#8220;But those involved unhappy populations,#8221; Coyote said from the back, #8220;and took place in a system that was falling apart. The same conditions don#8217;t obtain here. People are pretty well off. They feel lucky to be here.#8221;

#8220;But Earth #8212; in trouble,#8221; Sax pointed out. #8220;Falling apart.#8221;

#8220;Hmm,#8221; Coyote said, and he sat down by Sax to talk about it. Talking with Sax was still frustrating, but as a result of all his work with Michel, it could be done. It made Nadia happy to see Coyote conferring with him.

The discussion went on around them. People argued theories of revolution, and when they tried to talk about #8216;61 itself, they were hampered by old grievances, and a basic lack of understanding of what had happened in those nightmare months. At one point this became especially clear, as Mikhail and some ex-Korolyov inmates began arguing about who had murdered the guards.

Sax stood and waved his AI over his head.

#8220;Need facts #8212; first,#8221; he croaked. #8220;Then the dialysis #8212; the analysis.#8221;

#8220;Good idea,#8221; Art said instantly. #8220;If this group can put together a brief history of the war to give to the congress at large, that would be really useful. We can save the discussion of revolutionary methodology for the general meetings, okay?#8221;

Sax nodded and sat down. Quite a few people left the meeting, and the rest calmed down, and gathered around Sax and Spencer. Now they were mostly veterans of the war, Nadia noticed, but there also were Jackie and Nirgal and some other natives. Nadia had seen some of the work Sax had done in Burroughs on the question of #8216;61, and she was hopeful that with eyewitness accounts from other veterans, they could come to some basic understanding of the war and its ultimate causes #8212; nearly half a century after it was over, but as Art said when she mentioned this to him, that was not atypical. He walked with a hand on her shoulder, looking unconcerned by what he had seen that morning, in his first full exposure to the fractious nature of the underground. #8220;They don#8217;t agree about much,#8221; he admitted. #8220;But it always starts that way.#8221;

Late on the second afternoon Nadia dropped in on the workshop devoted to the terraforming question. This was probably the most divisive issue facing them, Nadia judged, and attendance at the workshop reflected it; the room on the border of Lato#8217;s park was packed, and before the meeting began the moderator moved it out into the park, on the grass overlooking the canal.

The Reds in attendance insisted that terraforming itself was an obstruction to their hopes. If the Martian surface became human-viable, they argued, then it would represent an entire Earth#8217;s worth of land, and given the acute population and environmental problems on Earth, and the space elevator currently being constructed there to match the one already on Mars, the gravity wells could be surmounted and mass emigration would certainly follow, and with it the disappearance of any possibility of Martian independence.

People in favor of terraforming, called greens, or just green, as they were not a party as such #8212; argued that with a human-viable surface it would be possible to live anywhere, and at that point the underground would be on the surface, and infinitely less vulnerable to control or attack, and thus in a much better position to take over.

These two views were argued in every possible combination and variation. And Ann Clayborne and Sax Russell were both there, in the center of the meeting, making points more and more frequently #8212; until the others in attendance stopped speaking, silenced by the authority of those two ancient antagonists. Watching them go at it yet again.

Nadia observed this slow-developing collision unhappily, anxious for her two friends. And she wasn#8217;t the only one who found the sight unsettling. Most of the people there had seen the famous videotape of Ann and Sax#8217;s argument in Underbill, and certainly their story was well known, one of the great myths of the First Hundred #8212; a myth from a time when things had been simpler, and distinct personalities could stand for clear-cut issues. Now nothing was simple anymore, and as the old enemies faced off again in the middle of this new hodgepodge group, there was an odd electricity in the air, a mix of nostalgia and tension and collective deja vu, and a wish (perhaps just in herself, Nadia thought bitterly) that the two of them could somehow effect a reconciliation, for their own sakes and for all of them.

But there they were, standing in the center of the crowd. Ann had already lost this argument in the world itself, and. her manner seemed to reflect this; she was subdued, disinterested, almost uninterested; the fiery Ann of the famous tapes was nowhere to be seen. #8220;When the surface is viable,#8221; she said #8212; when, Nadia noted, not if #8212; #8220;they#8217;ll be here by the billions. As long as we have to live in shelters, logistics will keep the population in the millions. And that#8217;s the size it needs to be if you want a successful revolution.#8221; She shrugged. #8220;You could do it today if you wanted. Our shelters are hidden, and theirs aren#8217;t. Break theirs open, they have no one to shoot back at #8212; they die, you take over. Terraforming just takes away that leverage.#8221;

#8220;I won#8217;t be a part of that,#8221; Nadia said promptly, unable to help herself. #8220;You know what it was like in the cities in sixty-one.#8221;

Hiroko was there, sitting at the back observing, and now she spoke out for the first time. #8220;A nation founded in genocide is not what we want.#8221;

Ann shrugged. #8220;You want a bloodless revolution, but it#8217;s not possible.#8221;

#8220;It is,#8221; Hiroko said. #8220;A silk revolution. An aerogel revolution. An integral part of the areophany. That is what I want.#8221;

#8220;Okay,#8221; Ann said. No one could argue with Hiroko, it was impossible. #8220;But even so, it would be easier if you didn#8217;t have a viable surface. This coup you#8217;re talking about #8212; I mean, think about it. If you take over the power plants in the major cities and say, ‘We#8217;re in control now,#8217; then the population is likely to agree, out of necessity. If there are billions of people here, however, on a viable surface, and you disemploy some people and declare yourself in control, then they#8217;re likely to say, Tn control of what?#8217; and ignore you.#8221;

#8220;This,#8221; Sax said slowly. #8220;This suggests #8212; take over #8212; while surface nonvivable. Then continue process #8212; as independent.#8221;

#8220;They#8217;ll want you,#8221; Ann said. #8220;When they see the surface open up, they#8217;ll come get you.#8221;

#8220;Not if they collapse,#8221; Sax said.

#8220;The transnational are in firm control,#8221; Ann said. #8220;Don#8217;t think they#8217;re not.#8221;

Sax was watching Ann most intently, and instead of dismissing her points, as he had in the debates of old, he seemed on the contrary hyperfocused on them, observing her every move, blinking as he considered her words, and then replying with even more hesitation than his speech problems would explain. With his altered face it sometimes seemed to Nadia that someone else was arguing with her this time, not Sax but some brother of his, a dance instructor or ex-boxer with a broken nose and a speech impediment, struggling patiently to choose the right words, and often failing.

And yet the effect was the same. #8220;Terraforming #8212; irreversible,#8221; he croaked. #8220;Would be tactically hard #8212; technically hard #8212; to start #8212; to stop. Effort equal to one #8212; made. And might not #8212; . And #8212; environment can be a #8212; a weapon in our case #8212; in our cause. At any stage.#8221;

#8220;How so?#8221; several people asked, but Sax did not elaborate. He was concentrating on Ann, who was looking back at him with a curious expression, as if exasperated.

#8220;If we#8217;re on course to viability,#8221; she said to him, #8220;then Mars represents an incredible prize to the transnational. Maybe even their salvation, if things go really wrong down there. They can come here and take over and have their own new world, and let Earth go to hell. That being the case, we#8217;re out of luck. You saw what happened in sixty-one. They have giant militaries at their disposal, and that#8217;s how they#8217;ll keep their power here.#8221;

She shrugged. Sax blinked as he considered this; he even nodded. Looking at them, Nadia felt her heart wrench; they were so dispassionate it was almost as if they didn#8217;t care, or as if the parts of them that cared just barely outweighed the parts that didn#8217;t, and tipped the balance to speech. Ann like a w^atherbeaten sodbuster from the early daguerreotypes, Sax incongruously charming #8212; they both appeared to be in their early seventies, so that seeing them, and feeling her own nervous pulse, it was hard for Nadia to believe that they were over 120 now, inhumanly ancient, and so #8230; changed, somehow #8212; worn down, overexperienced, jaded, used up #8212; or at the very least, long past getting too passionate about any mere exchange of words. They knew now how little importance words had in the world. And so they fell silent, still looking into each other#8217;s eyes, locked in a dialectic nearly drained of anger.

But others more than compensated for their thoughtfulness, and the younger hotheads went at it hammer and tongs. The younger Reds regarded terraforming as nothing more than part of the imperial process; Ann was a moderate compared to them, they raged even at Hiroko in their fury #8212; #8220;Don#8217;t call it areoforming,#8221; one of them shouted at her, and Hiroko stared nonplussed at this tall young woman, a blond Valkyrie made nearly rabid by the use of the word #8212; #8220;it#8217;s terraforming you mean and terraforming you#8217;re doing. Calling it areoforming is a sickening lie.#8221;

#8220;We terraform the planet,#8221; Jackie said to the#8217;woman, #8220;but the planet areoforms us.#8221;

#8220;And that#8217;s a lie too!#8221;

Ann stared grimly at Jackie. #8220;Your grandfather said that to me,#8221; she said, #8220;a long time ago. As you may know. But I#8217;m still waiting to see what areoforming is supposed to mean.#8221; ‘

#8220;It#8217;s happened to everyone born here,#8221; Jackie said confidently.

#8220;How so? You were born on Mars #8212; how are you any different?#8221;

Jackie glowered. #8220;Like the rest of the natives, Mars is all I know, and all I care about. I was brought up in a culture made of strands from many different Terran predecessors, mixed to a new Martian thing.#8221;

Ann shrugged. #8220;I don#8217;t see how you#8217;re so different. You remind me of Maya.#8221;

#8220;To hell with you!#8221;

#8220;As Maya would say. And that#8217;s your areoforming. We#8217;re human and human we remain, no matter what John Boone said. He said a lot of things, but none of them ever came true.#8221;

#8220;Not yet,#8221; Jackie said. #8220;But the process is slowed when it#8217;s in the hands of people who haven#8217;t had a new thought for fifty years.#8221; A lot of the younger ones laughed at this. #8220;And who are in the habit of introducing gratuitous personal insults into a political argument.#8221;

And she stood there watching Ann, looking calm and relaxed, except for the flash in her eye, which reminded Nadia again of what a power Jackie was. Almost all the natives there were behind her, no doubt about it.

#8220;If we have not changed here,#8221; Hiroko said to Ann, #8220;how do you explain your Reds? How do you explain the areophany?#8221;

Ann shrugged. #8220;They are the exceptions.#8221;

Hiroko shook her head. #8220;There is a spirit of place in us. Landscape has profound effects on the human psyche. You are a student of landscapes, and a Red. You must acknowledge this to be true.#8221;

#8220;True for some,#8221; Ann replied, #8220;but not for all. Most people obviously don#8217;t feel that spirit of place. One city is much like another #8212; in fact they#8217;re interchangeable in all the important ways. So people come to a city on Mars, and what#8217;s the difference? There isn#8217;t any. So they think no more of destroying the land outside the city than they did back on Earth.#8221;

#8220;These people can be taught to think differently.#8221;

#8220;No, I don#8217;t think they can. You#8217;ve caught them too late. At best you can order them to act differently. But that#8217;s not being areoformed by the planet, that#8217;s indoctrination, reeducation camps, what have you. Fascist areophany.#8221;

#8220;Persuasion,#8221; Hiroko countered. #8220;Advocacy, argument by example, argument by argument. It need not be coercive.#8221;

#8220;The aerogel revolution,#8221; Ann said sarcastically. #8220;But aerogel has very little effect on missiles.#8221;

Several people spoke at once, and for a moment the thread of discourse was lost; the discussion immediately fissioned into a hundred smaller debates, as many there had something to say which they had been holding back. It was obvious they could go on like this for hour after hour, day after day.

Ann and Sax sat back down. Nadia made her way out of the crowd, shaking her head. On the edge of the meeting she ran into Art, who shook his head soberly. #8220;Unbelievable,#8221; he said.

#8220;Believe it.#8221;

The days of the congress unfolded much as the first few had, with workshops good or bad leading to dinner, and then long evenings of talk or partying. Nadia noticed that while the old emigrants were likely to go back to work after dinner, the young natives tended to regard the conferences as daytime work only, with the nights given over to celebration, often around the big warm pond in Phaistos. Once again this was only a matter of tendencies, with many exceptions either way, but she found it interesting.

She herself spent most of her evenings on the Zakros dining patios, making notes on the day#8217;s meetings, talking to people, thinking things over. Nirgal often worked with her, and Art too, when he was not getting people who had been arguing during the day to drink kava together, and then go up to party in Phaistos.

In the second week she got in the habit of taking an evening walk up the tube, often all the way to Falasarna, after which she would walk back and join Nirgal and Art for their final postmortem on the day, which they convened on a patio set on a little lava knob in Lato. The two men had become good friends during their long trek home from Kasei Vallis, and under the pressure of the congress they were becoming like brothers, talking over everything, comparing impressions, testing theories, laying out plans for Nadia#8217;s judgment, and deciding to take on the task of writing some kincT of congress document. She was part of it #8212; the elder sister perhaps, or maybe just the babushka #8212; and once when they shut down and staggered off to bed Art spoke of #8220;the triumvirate.#8221; With her as Pompey, no doubt. But she did her best to sway them with her analyses of the larger picture.

There were many different kinds of disagreements among the groups there, she told them, but some were basic. There were those for and against terraforming. There were those for and against revolutionary violence. There were those who had gone underground to hold on to cultures under assault, and those who had disappeared in order to create radical new social orders. And it seemed more and more evident to Nadia that there were also significant differences between those who had immigrated from Earth, and those who had been born on Mars.

There were all kinds of disagreements, then, and no obvious alignments to be found among them. One night Michel Duval joined the three of them for a drink, and as Nadia described to him the problem he got out his AI, and began to make diagrams based on what he called the #8220;semantic rectangle.#8221; Using this schema they made a hundred different sketches of the various dichotomies, trying to find a mapping that would help them to understand what alignments and oppositions might exist among them. They made some interesting patterns, but it could not be said that any blinding insights jumped off the screen at them #8212; although one particularly messy semantic rectangle seemed suggestive, at least to Michel: violence and nonviolence, terraforming and antiterraforming formed the initial four corners, and in the secondary combination around this first rectangle he had located Bogdanovists, Reds, Hi-roko#8217;s areophany, and the Muslims and other cultural conservatives. But what this combinatoire indicated in terms of action was not clear.

Nadia began to attend the daily meetings devoted to general questions concerning a possible Martian government. These were just as disorganized as the discussions of revolutionary methods, but less emotional, and often more substantive. They took place every day in a small amphitheater which the Minoans had cut into the side of the tunnel in Malia. From this rising arc of benches the participants looked out over bamboo and pine trees and terra-cotta rooftops all the way up and down the tunnel, from Zakros to Falasarna.

The talks were attended by a somewhat different crowd than the revolutionary debates. A report would come in from the smaller workshops for discussion, and then most of the people who had attended that workshop would join the larger meeting, to see what comments were made on the report. The Swiss had set up workshops for all aspects of politics, economics, and culture generally, and so the general discussions were very wide-ranging indeed.

Vlad and Marina sent over frequent reports from their workshop on finances, each report sharpening and expanding their evolving concept of eco-economics. #8220;It#8217;s very interesting,#8221; Nadia reported to Nirgal and Art in their nightly gathering on the knob patio. #8220;A lot of people are critiquing Vlad and Marina#8217;s original system, including the Swiss and the Bolognese, and they#8217;re basically coming around to the conclusion that the gift system that we first used in the underground is not sufficient by itself, because it#8217;s too hard to keep balanced. There are problems of scarcity and hoarding, and when you start to set standards it#8217;s like compelling gifts from people, which is a contradiction. This is what Coyote always said, and why he set up his barter network. So they#8217;re working toward a more rationalized system, in which basic necessities are distributed in a regulated hydrogen peroxide economy, where things are priced by calculations of their caloric value. Then when you get past the necessities, the gift economy comes into play, using a nitrogen standard. So there are two planes, the need and the gift, or what the Sufis in the workshop call the animal and the human, expressed by the different standards.#8221;

#8220;The green and the white,#8221; Nirgal said to himself.

#8220;And are the Sufis pleased with this dual system?#8221; Art asked.

Nadia nodded. #8220;Today after Marina described the relationship of the two planes, Dhu el-Nun said to her, The Mevlana could not have put it any better.#8217; #8220;

#8220;A good sign,#8221; Art said cheerfully.

Other workshops were less specific, and therefore less fruitful. One, working on a prospective bill of rights, was surprisingly ill-natured; but Nadia quickly saw that this topic tapped into a huge well of cultural concerns. Many obviously considered the topic an opportunity for one culture to dominate the rest. #8220;I#8217;ve said it ever since Boone,#8221; Zeyk exclaimed. #8220;An attempt to impose one set of values on all of us is nothing but Ataturkism. Everyone must be allowed their own way.#8221;

#8220;But this can only be true up to a point,#8221; said Ariadne. #8220;What if one group here asserts its right to own slaves?#8221;

Zeyk shrugged. #8220;This would be beyond the pale.#8221;

#8220;So you agree there should be some basic bill of human rights?#8221;

#8220;This is obvious,#8221; Zeyk replied coldly.

Mikhail spoke for the Bogdanovists: #8220;All social hierarchy is a kind of slavery,#8221; he said. #8220;Everyone should be completely equal under the law.#8221;

#8220;Hierarchy is a natural fact,#8221; Zeyk said. #8220;It cannot be avoided.#8221;

#8220;Spoken like an Arab man,#8221; Ariadne said. #8220;But we are not natural here, we are Martian. And where hierarchy leads to oppression, it must be abolished.#8221;

#8220;The hierarchy of the right-minded,#8221; Zeyk said.

#8220;Or the primacy of equality and freedom.#8221;

#8220;Enforced if necessary.#8221;

#8220;Yes!#8221;

#8220;Enforced freedom, then.#8221; Zeyk waved a hand, disgusted.

Art rolled a drink cart onto the stage. #8220;Maybe we should focus on some actual rights,#8221; he suggested. #8220;Maybe look at the various declarations of human rights from Earth, and see if they can be adapted to suit us here.#8221;

Nadia moved on to check out some of the other meetings. Land use, property law, criminal law, inheritance #8230; the Swiss had broken down the matter of government into an amazing number of subcategories. The anarchists were irritated, Mikhail chief among them: #8220;Do we really have to go through all this?#8221; he asked again and again. #8220;None of this should obtain, none of it!#8221;

Nadia would have expected Coyote to be among those arguing with him, but in fact he said, #8220;We have to argue all of it! Even if you want no state, or a minimal state, then you still have to argue it point by point. Especially since most minimalists want to keep exactly the economic and police system that keeps them privileged. That#8217;s libertarians for you #8212; anarchists who want police protection from their sla\es. No! If you want to make the minimum-state case, you have to argue it from the ground up.#8221;

#8220;But,#8221; Mikhail said, #8220;I mean, inheritance law?#8221;

#8220;Sure, why not? This is critical stuff! I say there should be no inheritance at all, except for a few personal objects passed on, perhaps. But all the rest should go back to Mars. It#8217;s part of the gift, right?#8221;

#8220;All the rest?#8221; Vlad inquired with interest. #8220;But what would that consist of, exactly? No one will own any of the land, water, air, the infrastructure, the gene stock, the information pool #8212; what#8217;s left to pass on?#8221;

Coyote shrugged. #8220;Your house? Your savings account? I mean, won#8217;t we have money? And won#8217;t people stockpile surpluses of it if they can?#8221;

#8220;You have to come to the finance sessions,#8221; Marina said to Coyote. #8220;We are hoping to base money on units of hydrogen peroxide, and price things by energy values.#8221;

#8220;But money will still exist, right?#8221;

#8220;Yes, but we are considering reverse interest on savings accounts, for instance, so that if you don#8217;t put what you#8217;ve earned back into use, it will be released to the atmosphere as nitrogen. You#8217;d be surprised how hard it is to keep a positive personal balance in this system.#8221;

#8220;But if you did it?#8221;

#8220;Well, then I agree with you #8212; on death it should pass back to Mars, be used for some public purpose.#8221;

Sax haltingly objected that this contradicted the bioethical theory that human beings, like all animals, were powerfully motivated to provide for their own offspring. This urge could be observed throughout nature and in all human cultures, explaining much behavior both self-interested and altruistic. #8220;Try to change the baby logical #8212; the biological #8212; basis of culture #8212; by decree #8230; Asking for trouble.#8221;

#8220;Maybe there should be a minimal inheritance allowed,#8221; Coyote said. #8220;Enough to satisfy that animal instinct, but not enough to perpetuate a wealthy elite.#8221;

Marina and Vlad clearly found this intriguing, and they began to tap new formulas into their AIs. But Mikhail, sitting by Nadia and flipping through his program for the day, was still frustrated. #8220;Is this really part of a constitutional process?#8221; he said, looking at the list. #8220;Zoning codes, energy production, waste disposal, transport systems #8212; pest management, property law, grievance systems, criminal law #8212; arbitration #8212; health codes?#8221;

Nadia sighed. #8220;I guess so. Remember how Arkady worked so hard on architecture.#8221;

#8220;School schedules? I mean I#8217;ve heard of micropolitics, but this is ridiculous!#8221;

#8220;Nanopolitics,#8221; Art said.

#8220;No, picopolitics! Femtopolitics!#8221;

Nadia got up to help Art push the drink cart to the workshops in the village below the amphitheater. Art was still running from one meeting to the next, wheeling in food and drink, then catching a few minutes of the talk before moving on. There were eight to ten meetings per day, and Art was still dropping in on all of them. In the evenings, while more and more of the delegates spent their time partying, or going for walks up and down the tunnel, Art continued to meet with Nirgal, and they watched tapes at a, moderate fast forward so that everyone spoke like a bird, only slowing them down to take notes, or talk over some point or other. Getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, Nadia would pass the dim lounge where the two of them worked on their write-ups, and see the two of them asleep in their chairs, their slack open-mouthed faces flickering under the light of the Keystone Kops debate on the screen.

But in the mornings Art was up with the Swiss, getting things started. Nadia tried to keep pace with him for a few days, but found that the breakfast workshops were chancy. Sometimes people sat around tables sipping coffee and eating fruit and muffins, staring at each other like zombies: Who are you? their bleary gazes said. What am I doing here? Where are we? Why aren#8217;t I asleep in my bed?

But it could be just the opposite: some mornings people came in showered and refreshed, alert with coffee or kavajava, full of new ideas and ready to work hard, to make progress. If the others there were of like mind, things could really fly. One of the sessions on property went like that, and for an hour it seemed as though they had solved all the problems of reconciling self and society, private opportunity and the common good, selfishness and altruism#8230; At the end of the session, however, their notes looked just about as vague and contradictory as those taken at any of the more fractious meetings. #8220;It#8217;s the tape of the whole session that will have to represent it,#8221; Art said, after trying to write down a summary.

The majority of the meetings, however, were not as successful. In fact most of them were merely protracted arguments. One morning Nadia came in on Antar, the young Arab whom Jackie had spent time with during their tour, saying to Vlad, #8220;You will only repeat the socialist catastrophe!#8221;

Vlad shrugged. #8220;Don#8217;t be too hasty to judge that period. The socialist countries were under assault from capitalism without and corruption within, and no system could survive that. We must not throw the baby socialism out with the Stalinist bathwater, or we lose many concepts of obvious fairness that we need. Earth is in the grip of the system that defeated socialism, and it is clearly an irrational and destructive hierarchy. So how can we deal with it without being crushed? We have to look everywhere for answers to this, including the systems that the current order defeated.#8221;

Art was pulling a food cart to the next room, and Nadia left with him.

#8220;Man, I wish Fort was here,#8221; Art muttered. #8220;He should be, I really think he should.#8221;

In the next meeting they were arguing about the limits to tolerance, the things that simply wouldn#8217;t be allowed no matter what religious meaning anyone gave them, and someone shouted, #8220;Tell that to the Muslims!#8221;

Jurgen came out of the room, looking disgusted. He took a roll from the cart and walked with them, talking through his food: #8220;Liberal democracy says that cultural tolerance is.essential, but you don#8217;t have to get very far away from liberal democracy for liberal democrats to get very intolerant.#8221;

#8220;How do the Swiss solve that?#8221; Art asked.

Jurgen shrugged. #8220;I don#8217;t think we do.#8221;

#8220;Man, I wish Fort were here!#8221; Art said. #8220;I tried to reach him a while back and tell him about this, I even used the Swiss government lines, but I never got any reply.#8221;

The congress went on for almost a month. Sleep deprivation, and perhaps an overreliance on kava, made Art and Nirgal increasingly haggard and groggy, until Nadia started coming by at night and putting them to bed, pushing them onto couches and promising to write summaries of the tapes they had not reviewed. They would sleep right there in the room, muttering as they rolled over on the narrow foam-and-bamboo couches. One night Art sat up suddenly from his couch: #8220;I#8217;m losing the content of things,#8221; he said to Nadia seriously, still half dreaming. #8220;I#8217;m just seeing forms now.#8221;

#8220;Becoming Swiss, eh? Go back to sleep.#8221;

He flopped back down. #8220;It was crazy to think you folks could do anything together,#8221; he murmured.

#8220;Go back to sleep.#8221;

Probably it was crazy, she thought as he snuffed and snored. She stood up, went to the door. She felt the mental whirr in her head that told her she was not going to be able to sleep, and walked outside, into the park#8217;.

The air was still warm, the black skylights stuffed with stars. The length of the tunnel suddenly reminded her of one of the full rooms on the Ares, here vastly enlarged, but with the same aesthetics employed: dimly lit pavilions, the dark furry clumps of little forests#8230; A world-building game. But now there was a real world at stake. At first the attendants of the congress had been almost giddy with the enormous potential of it, and some, like Jackie and other natives, were young and irrepressible enough to feel that way still. But for a lot of the older representatives, the intractable problems were beginning to reveal themselves, like knobby bones under shrinking flesh. The remnant of the First Hundred, the old Japanese from Sabishii #8212; they s.at around these days, watching, thinking hard, with attitudes ranging from Maya#8217;s cynicism to Marina#8217;s anxious irritation.

And then there was the Coyote, down below her in the park, strolling tipsily out of the woods with a young woman holding him by the waist. #8220;Ah, love,#8221; he shouted down the long tunnel, throwing his arms wide, #8220;could thou and I with fate conspire #8212; to grasp this sorry scheme of things entire #8212; would we not shatter it to bits, and then #8212; remold it nearer to the heart#8217;s desire!#8221;

Indeed, Nadia thought, smiling, and went back to her room.

There were some reasons for hope. For one thing Hiroko persevered, attending meetings all day long, adding her thoughts and giving people the sense that they had chosen the most important meeting going on at that moment. And Ann worked #8212; though she seemed critical of everything, Nadia thought, blacker than ever #8212; and Spencer, and Sax, and Maya and Michel, and Vlad and Ursula and Marina. Indeed the First Hundred seemed to Nadia more united in this effort than in anything they had done since setting up Underbill #8212; as if this were their last chance to get things right, to recover from the damage done. To make something for their dead friends#8217; sake.

And they weren#8217;t the only ones to work. As the meetings went on people got a sense of who wanted the congress to achieve something tangible, and these people got in the habit of attending the same meetings, working hard on finding compromises and getting results onto screens, in the form of recommendations and the like. They had to tolerate visits by those who were more interested in grandstanding than results, but they kept hammering away.

Nadia focused on these signs of progress, and worked to keep Nirgal and Art informed, also fed and rested. People dropped by their suite: #8220;We were told to bring this over to the big three.#8221; Many of the serious workers were interesting; one of the women from Dorsa Brevia, .named Charlotte, was a constitutional scholar of some note, and she was building a kind of framework for them, a Swisslike thing in which topics to be dealt with were ordered without being filled in. #8220;Cheer up,#8221; she told the three of them one morning, when they were sitting around looking glum. #8220;A clash of doctrines is an opportunity. The American constitutional congress was one of the most successful ever, and they went into it with several very strong antagonisms. The shape of the government they made reflects the distrust these groups had for each other. Small states came in afraid they were going to be overwhelmed by large states, and so there#8217;s a Senate where all states are equals, and a House where the larger states have their greater numbers represented. The structure is a response to a specific problem, see? Same with the three-way checks and balances. It#8217;s an institutionalized distrust of authority. The Swiss constitution has a lot of that too. And we can do it here.#8221;

So out they went, ready to work, two sharp young men and one blunt old woman. It was strange, Nadia thought, to see who emerged as leaders in situations like these. It wasn#8217;t necessarily the most brilliant or well-informed, as Marina or Coyote would serve to show, though both qualities helped, and those two people were important. But the leaders were the ones people would listen to. The magnetic ones. And in a crowd of such powerful intellects and personalities, such magnetism was very rare, very elusive. Very powerful…

She attended a meeting devoted to a discussion of Mars-Earth relations in the postindependence period. Coyote was in there, exclaiming, #8220;Let them go to hell! It#8217;s their own doing! Let them pull together if they can, and if they do, we can visit and be neighbors. But without that, if we try to help them it will only destroy us.#8221;

Many of the Reds and Marsfirsters in there nodded emphatically, Kasei prominent among them. Kasei had been coming into his own recently, as a leader of the Marsfirst group, a separatist wing of the Reds, whose members wanted nothing to do with Earth, who were willing to back sabotage, ecotage, terrorism, armed revolt #8212; any means necessary to get what they wanted. One of the least tractable groups there, in fact, and Nadia found it sad to see Kasei seizing their cause, and even leading it.

Now Maya stood to reply to Coyote. #8220;Nice theory,#8221; she said, #8220;but it#8217;s impossible. It#8217;s like Ann#8217;s redness. We#8217;re going to have to deal with Earth, so we might as well figure out how, and not just hide from it.#8221;

#8220;As long as they#8217;re in chaos, we#8217;re in danger,#8221; Nadia said. #8220;We have to do what we can to help. To exert influence in the direction we want them to go.#8221;

Someone else said, #8220;The two planets are one system.#8221;

#8220;What do you mean by that?#8221; Coyote demanded. #8220;They#8217;re different worlds, they could certainly be two systems!#8221;

#8220;Information exchange.#8221;

Maya said, #8220;We exist for Earth as a model or experiment. A thought experiment for humanity to learn from.#8221;

#8220;A real experiment,#8221; Nadia said. #8220;This is no longer a game, we can#8217;t afford to take attractively pure theoretical positions.#8221; She was looking at Kasei and Dao and their comrades as she said this; but it made no impact, she could see.

More meetings, more talk, a quick meal, and another meeting with the Sabishii issei, to discuss the demimonde as a springboard for their efforts. Then it was off to the nightly conference with Art and Nirgal; but the men were beat, and she sent them to bed. #8220;We#8217;ll talk over breakfast.#8221;

She too was tired, but very far from sleepy. So she took her night walk, north from Zakros through the tunnel. She had recently discovered a high trail running along the west wall of the tunnel, cut into the basalt where the curve of the cylinder made the wall about a forty-five-degree slope. From this trail she could look out over the treetops, down into the parks. And where the trail veered out onto a little spur in Knossos, she could see up and down the length of the tunnel all the way to both horizons, the entire lengthy narrow world dimly lit, by streetlights surrounded by irregular green globes of leaves, and by the few windows with lights still on inside, and by a string of paper lanterns hung in the pines of Gbur-nia#8217;s park. It was such an elegant piece of construction, it hurt her slightly to think of the long years spent in Zygote, under ice, in frigid air and artificial light. If only they had known about these lava tunnels#8230;

The next segment, Phaistos, had its floor nearly filled by a long shallow pond, where the canal that coursed slowly down from Zakros widened. Underwater lights at one end of the pond turned its water into a strange sparkling dark crystal, and she could see a group of people splashing about in it, their bodies gleaming in the lit water, disappearing into the dark. Amphibious creatures, salamanders#8230; Once, very long ago on Earth, there had been water animals that had crawled up gasping onto the shore. They must have had some pretty serious policy debates, Nadia thought sleepily, down in that ocean. To emerge or not to emerge, how to emerge, when to emerge#8230; Sound of distant laughter, the stars packing the jagged skylights#8230;

She turned and walked down a staircase to the tunnel floor, then back to Zakros, on the paths and streetgrass, following the canal, thinking in scattered darting images. Back at their suite she lay on her bed and fell asleep instantly, dreaming at dawn of dolphins swimming through the air.

But in the midst of that dream she was awakened roughly by Maya, who said in Russian, #8220;There#8217;s some Terrans here. Americans.#8221;

#8220;Terrans,#8221; Nadia repeated. And was afraid.

She dressed and went out to see. It was true; Art was standing with a small group of Terrans, men and women her own size, and apparently about her own age, unsteady on their feet as they craned their necks, looking at the great cylindrical chamber in amazement. Art was trying to introduce them and explain them at the same time, which was giving even his motor-mouth some difficulty. #8220;I invited them, yes, well, I didn#8217;t know #8212; hi, Nadia #8212; this is my old boss, William Fort.#8221;

#8220;Speak of the devil,#8221; Nadia said, and shook the man#8217;s hand. He had a strong grip; a bald snub-nosed man, tanned and wrinkled, with a pleasant vague expression.

#8220; #8212; They just arrived, the Bogdanovists brought them in. I invited Mr. Fort some while ago, but never heard back from him and didn#8217;t know he was going to come. I#8217;m quite surprised and pleased of course.#8221;

#8220;You invited him?#8221; Maya said.

 #8220;Yes you see he#8217;s very interested in helping us that#8217;s the thing.#8221;

Maya was glaring, not at Art but at Nadia. #8220;I told you he was a spy,#8221; she said in Russian.

#8220;Yes you did,#8221; Nadia said, then spoke to Fort in English. #8220;Welcome to Mars.#8221;

#8220;I#8217;m happy to be here,#8221; Fort said. And it looked like he meant it; he was grinning goofily, as if too pleased to keep a straight face. His companions did not seem as sure; there were about a dozen of them, both young and old, and some were smiling, but many looked disoriented and cautious.

After an awkward few minutes Nadia took Fort and his little group of associates over to the Zakros guest quarters, and when Ariadne arrived, they assigned the visitors rooms. What else could they do? The news had already gone the length of Dorsa Brevia and back, and as people came down to Zakros their faces expressed displeasure as much as curiosity #8212; but there the visitors were, after all, leaders of one of the biggest transnationals, and apparently alone, and without tracking devices on them, or so the Sabishiians had declared. One had to do something with them.

Nadia got the Swiss to call a general meeting at the lunch hour, and then she invited the new guests to freshen up in their rooms and afterward speak at the meeting. The Terrans accepted the invitation gratefully, the uncertain ones among them looking reassured. Fort himself seemed to be already composing a speech in his mind.

Back outside the Zakros guest quarters, Art was facing a whole crowd of upset people. #8220;What makes you think you can make decisions like that for us?#8221; Maya demanded, speaking for many of them. #8220;You, who don#8217;t even belong! You, a kind of spy among us! Making friends with us, and then betraying us behind our backs!#8221;

Art spread his hands, red-faced with embarrassment, shifting his shoulders as if dodging abuse, or sliding through it to make an appeal to the people behind Maya, the ones who might just be curious. #8220;We need help,#8221; he said. #8220;We can#8217;t accomplish what we want all by ourselves. Praxis is different, they#8217;re more like us than them, I#8217;m telling you.#8221;

#8220;It is not your right to tell us!#8221; Maya said. #8220;You are our prisoner!#8221;

Art squinted, waggled his hands. #8220;You can#8217;t be a prisoner and a spy at the same time, can you?#8221;

 #8220;You can be every kind of treacherous thing at once!#8221; Maya exclaimed.

Jackie walked up to Art and looked down on him, her face stern and intent. #8220;You know this Praxis group may have to become permanent Martians now, whether they want to be or not. Just like you.#8221;

Art nodded-. #8220;I told them that might happen. Obviously they didn#8217;t care. They want to help, I#8217;m telling you. They represent the only transnational that#8217;s doing things differently, that has goals similar to ours. They#8217;ve come here by themselves to see if they can help. They#8217;re interested. Why should you be so upset by that? It#8217;s an opportunity.#8221;

#8220;Let#8217;s see what Fort says,#8221; Nadia said.

The Swiss had convened the special meeting in the Malia amphitheater, and as the crowd of delegates gathered, Nadia helped guide the newcomers through the segment gates to the site. They were still obviously awestruck at the size of Dorsa Rrevia#8217;s tunnel. Art was scurrying around them with his eyes bugged out, wiping sweat from his brow with his sleeve, intensely nervous. It made Nadia laugh. Somehow Fort#8217;s arrival had put her in a good mood; she did not see how they could lose from it.

So she sat down in the front row with the Praxis group, and watched as Art led Fort onto the stage and introduced him. Fort nodded and spoke a sentence, then tilted his head and looked up at the back row of the amphitheater, realizing that he was unam-plified. He took a breath and started again, and his usually quiet voice floated out with the assurance of a veteran actor, carrying nicely to everyone there.

#8220;I#8217;d like to thank the people of Subarashii for bringing me south to this conference.#8221;

Art cringed as he returned to his seat, and turned and cupped a hand by his mouth: #8220;That#8217;s Sabishii,#8221; he said in an undertone to Fort.

#8220;What#8217;s that?#8221;

#8220;Sabishii. You said Subarashii, which is the transnational. The settlement you went through to get here is called Sabishii. Sabishii means lonely.#8217; Subarashii means ‘wonderful.#8217; #8220;

#8220;Wonderful,#8221; Fort said, staring curiously at Art. Then he shrugged and was off and running, an old Terran with a quiet but penetrating voice, and a somewhat wandering style. He described Praxis, how it had begun and how it operated now. When he explained the relationship of Praxis to the other transnationals, Nadia i thought there were similarities to the relationship on Mars between , the underground and the surface worlds, no doubt cleverly high-| lighted by Fort#8217;s description. And it seemed to her from the silence behind her that Fort was doing pretty well at capturing the crowd#8217;s I interest. But then he said something about ecocapitalism, and re-| garding Earth as a full world while Mars was still an empty one; and three or four Reds popped to their feet.

#8220;What do you mean by that?#8221; one of them called out. Nadia saw Art#8217;s hands clench in his lap, and soon she could see why; Fort#8217;s answer was long and strange, describing what he called ecocapitalism, in which nature was referred to as the bioinfrastructure, while people were referred to as human capital. Looking back Nadia saw many people frowning; Vlad and Marina had their heads together, and Marina was tapping away at her wrist. Suddenly Art popped to his feet, and interrupted to ask Fort what Praxis was doing now, and what he thought Praxis#8217;s role might be on Mars. Fort stared at Art as if he didn#8217;t recognize him. #8220;We#8217;ve been working with the World Court. The UN never recovered from 2061, and is now widely regarded as an artifact of World War Two, just as the League of Nations was an artifact of World War One. So we#8217;ve lost our best arbitrator of international disputes, and meanwhile conflicts have been ongoing, and some are serious. More and more of these conflicts have been brought before the World Court by one party or another, and Praxis has started a Friends of the Court organization, which tries to give it aid in every way possible. We abide by its rulings, give it money, people, try to work out arbitration techniques, and so on. We#8217;ve been part of a new technique, where if two international bodies of any kind have a disagreement and decide to submit to arbitration, they enter into a yearlong program with the World Court, and its arbitrators try to find a course of action that satisfies both sides. At the end of the year the World Court rules on any outstanding problems, and if it works, a treaty is signed, and we try to support the treaties any way we can. India has been interested, and went through the program with Sikhs in the Punjab, and it#8217;s working so far. Other cases have proved more difficult, but it#8217;s been instructive. The concept of semiautonomy is receiving a lot of attention. At Praxis we believe nations were never truly sovereign, but were always semi-autonomous in relation to the rest of the world. Metanationals are semiautonomous, individuals are semiautonomous, culture is semiautonomous in relation to the economy, values are#8217;semiautonomous in relation to prices #8230; there#8217;s a new branch of math that is trying to describe semiautonomy in formal logical terms.#8221;

Vlad and Marina and Coyote were trying to listen to Fort and confer among themselves and write down notes all at once. Nadia stood and waved at Fort.

#8220;Do the other transnationals support the World Court as well?#8221; she asked.

#8220;No. The metanationals avoid the World Court, and use the UN as a rubber stamp. I#8217;m afraid they still believe in the myth of sovereignty.#8221;

#8220;But this sounds like a system that only works when both sides agree to it.#8221;

#8220;Yes. All I can tell you is that Praxis is very interested, and we#8217;re trying to build bridges between the World Court and all powers on Earth.#8221;

#8220;Why?#8221; Nadia asked.

Fort raised his hands, in a gesture just like one of Art#8217;s. #8220;Capitalism only works if there is growth. But growth is no longer growth, you see. We need to grow inward, to recomplicate.#8221;

Jackie stood. #8220;But you could grow on Mars in classic capitalist style, right?#8221;

#8220;I suppose, yes.#8221;

#8220;So maybe that#8217;s all you want from us, right? A new market? This empty world you spoke of earlier?#8221;

#8220;Well, in Praxis we#8217;ve been coming to think that the market is only a very small part of a community. And we#8217;re interested in all of it.#8221;

#8220;So what do you want from us?#8221; someone yelled from the back.

Fort smiled. #8220;I want to watch.#8221;

The meeting ended soon after that, and the afternoon#8217;s regular sessions took place. Of course in all of them the arrival of the Praxis group dominated at least part of the discussion. Unfortunately for Art, it became evident as they sat around that night reviewing the tapes that Fort and his team affected the congress as a separator rather than a bonding agent. Many could not accept a Terran transnational as a valid member of the congress, and that was that. Coyote came by and said to Art, #8220;Don#8217;t tell me about how different Praxis is. That#8217;s the oldest dodge in the book. If only the rich would behave decently, then the system would be okay. That#8217;s crap. The system overdeterfnines everything, and it#8217;s the system that has to change.#8221;

#8220;Fort#8217;s talking about changing it,#8221; Art objected. But here Fort was his own worst enemy, with his habit of using classic economic terms to describe his new ideas. The only ones interested in that approach were Vlad and Marina. For the Bogdanovists, and Reds, and Marsfirsters #8212; for most of the natives, and many of the immigrants #8212; it represented Terran business as usual, and they wanted no part of it. No dealing with a transnat, Kasei exclaimed on one tape to applause, no dealing with Terra however they phrased it! Fort was beyond the pale! The only question for this crowd was whether he and his group were going to be allowed to leave or not; some felt that they, like Art, were now prisoners of the underground.

Jackie, however, stood up in that same meeting, to take the Boonean position that everything ought to be put to use in the cause. She was contemptuous of those rejecting Fort on principle. #8220;Since you#8217;re going to take visitors hostage,#8221; she said sharply to her father, #8220;why not put them to use? Why not talk to them?#8221;

So in effect they had a new split to add to all their others: isolationists and two-worlders.

In the next few days Fort handled the controversy surrounding him by ignoring it, to the extent that it seemed to Nadia that he might not even be aware of it. The Swiss asked him to run a workshop on the current Terran situation, and this was packed, with Fort and his companions answering questions at length in every session. In these sessions Fort seemed content to accept whatever they told him about Mars, and regarding it he advocated nothing. He stuck to Terra, and he only described. #8220;The transnationals have collapsed down into the couple dozen largest of them,#8221; he said in response to one question, #8220;all of which have entered into development contracts with more than one national government. We call those the metanationals. The biggest are Subarashii, Mitsubishi, Consolidated, Amexx, Armscor, Mahjari, and Praxis. The next ten or fifteen are also quite big, and after that you#8217;re back down to transnat size, but these are being quickly incorporated into the metanats. The big metanats are now the major world powers, insofar as they control the IMF, the World Bank, the Group of Eleven, and all their client countries.#8221;

Sax asked him to define a metanational in more detail.

#8220;About a decade ago we at Praxis were asked by Sri Lanka to come into their country and take over the economy and work on arbitration between the Tamils and the Singhalese. We did that and the results were good, but during the time of the arrangement it was clear that our relationship with a national government was a new kind of thing. It got noticed in certain circles. Then some years ago Amexx got into a disagreement with the Group of Eleven, and pulled all of its assets out of the Eleven and relocated them in the Philippines. The mismatch between Amexx and the Philippines, estimated in gross yearly product to be on the order of a hundred to one, resulted in a situation where Amexx in effect took that country over. That was the first real metanational, though it wasn#8217;t clear that it was a new thing until their arrangement was imitated by Subarashii, when they shifted many of their operations into Brazil. It became clear that this was something new, not like the old flag-of-convenience relationship. A metanational takes over the foreign debt and the internal economy of its client countries, kind of like the UN did in Cambodia, or Praxis in Sri Lanka, but much more comprehensively. In these arrangements the client government becomes the enforcement agency of the metanational#8217;s economic policies. In general they enforce what are called austerity measures, but all government employees are paid much more than they were before, including the army and police and intelligence operations. So at that point, the country is bought. And every metanational has the resources to buy several countries. Amexx has that kind of relationship with the Philippines, the North African countries, Portugal, Venezuela, and five or six smaller countries.#8221;

#8220;Has Praxis done this as well?#8221; Marina asked.

Fort shook his head. #8220;In a way yes, but we#8217;ve tried to give the relationships a different nature. We#8217;ve dealt with countries large enough to make the partnership more balanced. We#8217;ve had dealings with India, China, and Indonesia. These were all countries that were shortchanged on Mars by the treaty of 2057, and so they encouraged us to come here and make inquiries like this one. We#8217;ve also initiated dealings with some other countries that are still independent. But we haven#8217;t moved into these countries exclusively, and we haven#8217;t tried to dictate their economic policies.

We#8217;ve tried to stick to our version of the transnational format, but on the scale of the metanationals. We hope to function for the countries we deal with as alternatives to metanationalism. A resource, to go along with the World Court, Switzerland, and some other bodies outside the emerging metanational order.#8221;

#8220;Praxis is different,#8221; Art declared.

#8220;But the system is the system,#8221; Coyote insisted from the back of the room.

Fort shrugged. #8220;We make the system, I think.#8221;

Coyote only shook his head.

Sax said, #8220;We have to steal it #8212; to deal with it.#8221;

And he started asking Fort questions. #8220;Which is the boggest #8212; the biggest?#8221; They were halting, ragged, croaking questions #8212; but Fort ignored his difficulties, and answered in great detail, so that most of three consecutive Praxis workshops consisted of an interrogation of Fort by Sax, in which everyone learned a great deal about the other metanationals, their leaders, their internal structures, their client countries, their attitudes toward each other, and their history, particularly the roles taken by their predecessor organizations in the chaos surrounding 2061. #8220;Why respond #8212; why crack the eggs #8212; no, I mean the domes#8217;?#8221;

Fort was weak on historical detail, and sighed unhappily at the failures of his personal memory of that period; but his account of the current Terran situation was fuller than any they had gotten before, and it helped clarify questions about metanational activity on Mars that all of them had wondered about. The metanets used the Transitional Authority as a way to mediate their own disagreements. They disagreed over territories. They left the demimonde alone because they felt its underground aspects were negligible and easily monitored. And so on. Nadia could have kissed Sax #8212; she did kiss him #8212; and she kissed Spencer and Michel too for their support of Sax during these sessions, because although Sax doggedly pushed through his speech difficulties, he was often red-faced with frustration, and often hit tables with his fist. Near the end he said to Fort, #8220;What does Praxis want from men#8221; #8212; Bam! #8212; #8220;from Mars, then?#8221;

Fort said, #8220;We feel that what happens here will have effects back home. At this point we#8217;ve identified an emerging coalition of progressive elements on Earth, the biggest of which are China, Praxis, and Switzerland. After that there are scores of smaller elements, but they are less powerful. Which way India goes in this situation could be critical. Most of the metanats seem to regard it as a development sink, meaning that no matter how much they pour into it, nothing there will change. We don#8217;t agree with that. And we think Mars is critical as well, in a different way, as an emergent power. So we wanted to find the progressive elements here too, you see, and show you what we#8217;re doing. And see what you think of it.#8221;

#8220;Interesting,#8221; Sax said.

And so it was. But many people remained adamantly opposed to dealing with a Terran metanational. And meanwhile all the other arguments about all the other issues continued unabated, often becoming more polarized the longer they talked about them.

That night at their patio meeting Nadia shook her head, marveling at the capacity people had for ignoring what they had in common, and fighting bitterly over whatever small differences existed between them. She said to Art and Nirgal, #8220;Maybe the world is simply too complex for any one plan to work. Maybe we shouldn#8217;t be trying for a global plan, but just something to suit us. And then hope Mars can get along using several different systems.#8221;

Art said, #8220;I don#8217;t think that will work either.#8221;

#8220;But what will?#8221;

He shrugged. #8220;Don#8217;t know yet.#8221; And he and Nirgal went off to review tapes, pursuing what suddenly seemed to Nadia an ever-receding mirage.

Nadia went to bed. If it were a construction project, she thought as she lay falling asleep, she would tear it down and start over again.

The hypnogogic image of a falling building jerked her awake. After a while, sighing, she gave up on sleep, and went out for another night walk. Art and Nirgal were asleep in the tape room, their faces squashed on the tabletop, flickering under the fast-forward light from the screen. Outside the air whooshed north through the gates into Gournia, and she followed it, taking the high trail. Clicking bamboo leaves, stars in the skylights overhead #8230; then the faint sounds of laughter, pealing down the tunnel from Phaistos pond.

The pond#8217;s underwater lights were on, and a crowd was bathing again. But now on the far side of the tunnel, about as high on the curved wall as she was on her side, there was a lit platform with perhaps eight people jammed onto it. One of them was getting onto a board of some kind, crouching down; then he dropped away from the platform, crouching down and holding the front of the board, which clearly had very little friction #8212; a naked man with wet hair whipping behind him, flying down the curving black side of the tunnel, accelerating until he shot up a lip of rock and flew out over the pond, cartwheeling, crashing into the water with a great splash, shooting back up with a whoop, to cheers all around.

Nadia walked down to have a look. Someone else was running the board back up a staircase to the platform, and the man who had ridden it down was standing in the shallows, pulling his hair back. Nadia didn#8217;t recognize him until she was at the edge of the pond and he sloshed into the liquid light from below. It was William Fort.

Nadia shed her clothes and walked out into the water, which was very warm, body temperature or a bit higher. With a shout another figure came shooting down the incline, like a surfer on an immense rock wave. #8220;The drop looks severe,#8221; Fort was saying to one of his companions, #8220;but with the gravity so light you can just handle it.#8221;

The woman riding the board was projected out over the water; she arched back in a perfect swan dive until making a final tuck and splash into the pond, and was cheered loudly on emergence. Another woman had retrieved the board and was climbing out of the pond, near the foot of the stairs cut into the slope.

Fort greeted Nadia with a nod, standing waist-deep in the water, his body wiry under ancient wrinkled skin. On his face was the same look of vague pleasure it had worn in the workshops. #8220;Want to try it?#8221; he asked her.

#8220;Maybe later,#8221; she said, looking around at the people in the water, trying to sort out who was there and what parties at the congress they represented. When she realized what she was doing she snorted in disgust, at herself and at the pervasiveness of politics #8212; how it could infect everything if you let it.

But still, she noted that the people in the water were mostly young natives, from Zygote, Sabishii, New Vanuatu, Dorsa Brevia, Vishniac mohole, Christianopolis. Hardly any of them were active speaking delegates, and their power was something Nadia couldn#8217;t gauge. Probably it didn#8217;t signify all that much that they were gathering together here at night, naked in warm water, partying #8212; most of them came from places where public baths were the norm, so they were used to splashing with someone they might fight elsewhere.

Another rider came screaming#8217; down the slope, then flying out into the depths of the pond. People swam to her like sharks to blood. Nadia ducked under the water, which tasted slightly salty; opening her eyes she saw crystal bubbles exploding everywhere, then swimming bodies twisting like dolphins over the smooth dark surface of the pond bottom. An unearthly sight#8230;

She came back up, squeezed her hair dry. Fort stood among the youngsters like a decrepit Neptune, surveying them with his curious impassive relaxation. Perhaps, Nadia thought, these natives were in fact the new Martian culture that John Boone had talked about, springing#8217; up among them without their actually noticing. Generational transmission of information always contained a lot of error; that was how evolution happened. And even though people had gone underground on Mars for very different reasons, still, they all seemed to be converging here, in a kind of life that had certain paleolithic aspects to it, harking back perhaps to some ur-culture behind all their differences, or forward to some new synthesis #8212; it did not matter which #8212; it could be both at once. So that there was a possible bond there.

Or so Fort#8217;s mild expression of pleasure seemed to say to Nadia, somehow, as Jackie Boone in all her Valkyrie glory came shooting down the #8220;tunnel wall, and flew out over them as if shot from a circus cannon.

The program devised by the Swiss came to its end. The organizers quickly called for a three-day rest, to be followed by a general meeting.

Art and Nirgal spent these days in their little conference room, going over videotapes twenty hours a days, talking endlessly and typing at their AIs in a kind of hammering desperation. Nadia kept them going, and broke ties when they disagreed, and wrote the sections they deemed too hard. Often when she walked in one of them would be asleep in his chair, the other staring transfixed by his screen. #8220;Look,#8221; he would croak, #8220;what do you think of this?#8221; Nadia would read the screen and make comments while putting food under their noses, which often woke the sleeping one. #8220;Looks promising. Let#8217;s get back to work.#8221;

*     *       *

And so on the morning of the general meeting Art and Nirgal and Nadia walked out onto the stage of the amphitheater together, and Art took his Al with him to the proscenium. He stood looking out at the assembled crowd, as if stunned by the sight of it, and after a long pause said, #8220;We actually agree on many things.#8221;

This got a laugh. But Art held his AI overhead like the stone tablets, then read aloud from the screen: #8220;Work points for a Martian government!#8221;

He peered over the screen at the crowd, and they subsided into an attentive silence.

#8220;One. Martian society will be composed of many different cultures. It is better to think of it as a world rather than a nation. Freedom of religion and cultural practice must be guaranteed. No one culture or group of cultures should be able to dominate the rest.

#8220;Two. Within this framework of diversity, it still must be guaranteed that all individuals on Mars have certain inalienable rights, including the material basics of existence, health care, education, and legal equality.

#8220;Three. The land, air, and water of Mars are in the common stewardship of the human family, and cannot be owned by any individual or group.

#8220;Four. The fruits of an individual#8217;s labor belong to the individual, and cannot be appropriated by another individual or group. At the same time, human labor on Mars is part of a communal enterprise, given to the common good. The Martian economic system must reflect both these facts, balancing self-interest with the interests of society at large.

#8220;Five. The metanational order ruling Earth is currently incapable of incorporating the previous two principles, and cannot be applied here. In its place we must enact an economics based on ecologic science. The goal of Martian economics is not ‘sustainable development#8217; but a sustainable prosperity for its entire biosphere.

#8220;Six. The Martian landscape itself has certain ‘rights of place#8217; which must be honored. The goal of our environmental alterations should therefore be minimalist and ecopoetic, reflecting the values of the areophany. It is suggested that the goal of environmental alterations be to make only that portion of Mars lower than the five-kilometer contour human-viable. Higher elevations, constituting some thirty percent of the planet, would then remain in something resembling their primeval conditions, existing as natural wilderness zones.

#8220;Seven. The habitation of Mars is a unique historical process, as it is the first inhabitation of another planet by humanity. As such it should be undertaken in a spirit of reverence for this planet and for the scarcity of life ;.n the universe. What we do here will set precedents for further human habitation of the solar system, and will suggest models for the human relationship to Earth#8217;s environment as well. Thus Mars occupies a special place in history, and this should be remembered when we make the necessary decisions concerning life here.#8221;

Art let his AI fall to his side, and stared out at the crowd. They looked down at him in silence. #8220;Well,#8221; he said, and cleared his throat. He gestured at Nirgal, who came up and stood beside him. *Nirgal said, #8220;That#8217;s all that we could pick out from the workshops that it seemed to us everyone here might agree to. There#8217;s lots more that we feel would be accepted by a majority of the groups here, but not by all. We#8217;ve made lists of those partial consensus points as well, and we#8217;ll post them all for your inspection. We feel very strongly that if we can come away from here with even a very general kind of document, then we will have accomplished something significant. The tendency in a congress like this is to become more and more aware of our differences, and I think this tendency is exaggerated in our situation, because at this point a Martian government remains a kind of theoretical exercise. But when it becomes a practical problem #8212; when we have to act #8212; then we#8217;ll be looking for common ground, and a document like this will help us find it.

#8220;We have a lot of specific notes for each of the main points of the document. We#8217;ve talked with Jurgen and Priska about them, and they suggest setting up a week of meetings with a day devoted to each of the seven main points, so that everyone can make comments and revisions. Then at the end we can see if we have anything left.#8221;

There was a weak laugh. A lot of people were nodding.

#8220;What about gaining independence in the first place?#8221; Coyote called from the back.

Art said, #8220;We couldn#8217;t figure out any similar points of agreement to write down. Maybe there can also be a workshop that tries to do that.#8221;

#8220;Maybe there should!#8221; Coyote exclaimed. #8220;Anyone can agree things should be fair, and the world just. The way to get there is always the real problem.#8221;

#8220;Well, yes and no,#8221; Art said. #8220;What we#8217;ve got here is more than a wish that things be fair. As for the methods, maybe if we go at it again with these goals in mind, things will suggest themselves. That is to say, what will get us to these goals most surely? What kind of means do these ends imply?#8221;

He looked around at the crowd, and shrugged. #8220;Look, we#8217;ve tried to compile a composite of what you#8217;ve all been saying here in your different ways, so if there is a lack of specific suggestions for means of achieving independence, it#8217;s perhaps because you#8217;ve all gotten stuck at the level of general philosophies of action, where many of you disagree. The only thing I can think to suggest is that you try to identify the various forces on the planet, and rate how resistant to independence they might be, and tailor your actions to match the resistance. Nadia talked about reconceptualizing the whole methodology of revolution, and some have suggested economic models, the idea of a leveraged buyout or something, but when I was thinking about this notion of a tailored response, it reminded me of integrated pest management, you know #8212; the system in agriculture where a variety of methods of varying severity are used to deal with the pests you have.#8221;

People laughed at this, but Art didn#8217;t seem to notice; he looked taken aback by the lack of approval of the general document. Disappointed. And Nirgal looked angry.

Nadia turned and said loudly, #8220;How about a round of applause for our friends here, for managing to synthesize anything at all out of this!#8221;

People clapped. A few cheered. For a moment it sounded quite enthusiastic. But -quickly it ended, and they filed out of the amphitheater, talking among themselves, arguing again already.

So the debates continued, now structured around Art and Nir-gal#8217;s document. Reviewing the tapes, Nadia saw that there was a fair amount of agreement over the substance of all the points except for number six, concerning the level of terraforming. Most of the Reds would not accept the low-elevation viability concept, pointing out that most of the planet lay under the five-kilometer contour, and that the higher elevations would be significantly contaminated if the lower elevations were viable. They spoke of dismantling the industrial terraforming processes that were now under way, of returning to the very slowest biological methods called for in the radical ecopoesis model. Some advocated the growth of a thin CO₂ atmospshere, supporting plants but not animals, as being a situation more natural to Mars#8217;s volatile inventory and its past history. Other advocated leaving the surface as close to how they had found it as possible, and keeping a very small population in tented valleys. These people decried the rapid destruction of the surface by the industrial terraforming in outraged tones, condemning particularly tl e inundation of Vastitas Borealis, and the outright melting of the landscape by use of the soletta and the aerial lens.

But as the seven days passed, it became more and more obvious that this point of the draft declaration was the only one being really debated, while the others were for the most part being subjected to fine-tuning only. A lot of people were pleasantly surprised to find even this much assent to the draft statement, and more than once Nirgal said irritably, #8220;Why be surprised? We didn#8217;t make those points up, we just wrote down what people were saying.#8221;

And people would nod at this, interested, and go back to the meetings, and work on the points again. And it began to seem to Nadia that agreement Was popping up everywhere, called out of chaos by Art and Nirgal#8217;s assertion that it existed. Several of the sessions that week ended in a kind of kavajava high of political consensus, the various aspects of a state finally hammered into a shape to which many of the parties could agree.

But the argument over methods only got more vehement. Back and forth it would go, Nadia against Coyote, Kasei, the Reds, the Marsfirsters, and many of the Bogdanovists. #8220;You can#8217;t get to what we want by murder!#8221; #8220;They won#8217;t give this planet up! Political power begins at the end of a gun!#8221;

One night after one of these donnybrooks, a big gathering of them floated in the shallows of the Phaistos pond, trying to relax. Sax sat on an underwater bench and shook his head. #8220;Classic problem of punishment #8212; no #8212; of violence,#8221; he said. #8220;Radical, liberal. Who never managed to agree again. Before.#8221; . Art plunged his head in the water, and pulled it out spluttering. Weary, frustrated, he said, #8220;What about integrated pest management? What about that mandatory retirement idea?#8221;

#8220;Forced disemployment,#8221; Nadia corrected.

#8220;Decapitation,#8221; Maya said

#8220;Whatever!#8221; Art said, splashing them. #8220;Velvet revolution. Silk revolution.#8221;

#8220;Aerogel,#8221; Sax said. #8220;Light, strong. Invisible.#8221;

#8220;It#8217;s worth a try!#8221; Art said.

Ann shook her head. #8220;It will never work.#8221;

#8220;It#8217;s better than another sixty-one,#8221; Nadia said.

Sax said, #8220;Better if we agree on a play. On a plan.#8221;

#8220;But we can#8217;t,#8221; Maya said.

#8220;The front is broad,#8221; Art insisted. #8220;Let#8217;s go out there and do what we#8217;re comfortable with.#8221;

Sax and Nadia and Maya all shook their heads at once; seeing it, Ann unexpectedly laughed out loud. And then they were all sitting in the pond together, giggling at they knew not what.

The final general meeting took place in the late afternoon, in the Zakros park where it had all begun. It had a strangely confused air, Nadia felt, with most people only grudgingly satisfied with the Dorsia Brevia Declaration, now several times longer than Art and Nirgal#8217;s original draft. Each point was read aloud by Priska, and each was cheered in a consensual vote of approval; but different groups cheered more loudly for some points than for others, and when the reading was done, the general applause was brief and perfunctory. No one could be happy with that, and Art and Nirgal looked exhausted.

The applause ended, and for a moment everyone just sat there. No one knew what to do next; the lack of agreement on the matter of methods seem to extend right into that very moment. What next? What now? Did they just go home? Did they have a home? The moment stretched out, uncomfortable, even vaguely painful (how they needed John!), so that Nadia was relieved when someone shouted something #8212; an exclamation that seemed to break a malign spell. She looked around as people pointed.

There on a staircase, high on the black tunnel wall, stood a green woman. She was unclothed, green-skinned, glowing in a shaft of afternoon sun that shot down from a skylight #8212; gray-haired, barefoot, without jewelry #8212; completely naked, except for a coat of green paint. And what was common at night in the pond was, in this vivid daylight, dangerous and provocative #8212; a shock to the senses, a challenge to their notion of what a political congress was, or could be.

It was Hiroko. She began to step down the staircase, in a steady measured pace. Ariadne and Charlotte and several other Minoan women stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her, along with Hiroko#8217;s closest followers from the hidden colony #8212; Iwao, Rya, Ev-genia, Michel, all the rest of that little band. As Hiroko descended they started to sing. When she reached them, they draped her with strings of bright red flowers. A fertility rite, Nadia thought, reaching directly into some paleolithic part of their minds, and intermingling there with Hiroko#8217;s areophany.

When Hiroko left the foot of the stairs she had a little train of followers, singing the names of Mars, #8220;Al-Qahira, Ares, Auqakuh, Bahram,#8221; and so on, a great melange of archaic syllables, into which some of them were interjecting #8220;Ka #8230; ka #8230; ka #8230;#8221;

She led them down the path, through trees; out again onto the grass, into the meeting in the park. She walked right through the middle of the crowd, with a solemn, distant expression on her green face. Many stood as she passed. Jackie Boone came out of the crowd and joined the group of followers, and her green grandmother took her by the hand. The two of them led the way through the crowd, the old matriarch tall, proud, thoroughly ancient, gnarled like a tree, and as green as a tree#8217;s leaves; Jackie taller still, young and graceful as a dancer, her black hair flowing halfway down her back. A rustle went through the crowd, a sigh; and as the two and the group following them walked down to the central path by the canal, people stood and followed, the Sufis among them dancing a braid around their circumference. #8220;Ana el-Haqq, ana Al-Qahira, ana el-Haqq, ana Al-Qahira #8230;#8221; And so a thousand people walked down the canal path after the two women and their train, the Sufis singing, others chanting pieces of Hiroko#8217;s areophany, the rest content to follow.

Nadia walked along holding hands with Nirgal and Art, feeling happy. They were animals, after all, no matter where they chose to live. She felt something like worship, an emotion very rare in her experience #8212; worship for the divinity of life, which took such beautiful forms.

At the pond Jackie took off her rust jumper, and she and Hiroko stood in ankle-deep water, facing each other and holding their clasped hands as far overhead as they could reach. The other Minoan women joined this bridge. Old and young, green and pink#8230;

The hidden colonists passed under the bridge first, among them Maya herself, hand in hand with Michel. And then all kinds of people were filing under the mother bridge, in what felt like the millionth repetition of a million-year-old ritual, something everyone had coded in their genes and had practiced all their life. The Sufis danced under the clasped hands still wearing their white billowing clothes, and this gave a model to others, who stayed clothed but surged right out into the water, ducking under the naked women, Zeyk and Nazik leading the way, chanting, #8220;Ana Al-Qahira, ana el-Haqq, ana Al-Qahira, ana el-Haqq,#8221; looking like Hindus in the Ganges, or Baptists in the Jordan. So that in the end many shed their clothes, but all walked into the water. And they stared around at this instinctive and yet highly conscious rebirth, many drumming on the water surface, making rhythmic slapping splashes to accompany the singing and chanting#8230; Nadia saw again and again how beautiful humans were. Nakedness was dangerous to the social order, she thought, because it revealed too much reality. They stood before each other with all their imperfections and their sexual characteristics and their intimations of mortality #8212; but most of all with their astonishing beauty, which in the ruddy light of the tunnel sunset could scarcely be believed, could scarcely be comprehended or answered. Skin at sunset had a lot of red in it #8212; but not enough for some of the Reds, apparently, who were sponging one of their women down with a red dye they had located, to make a counter figure to Hiroko, apparently. Political bathing? Nadia groaned. Actually all the colors were coming off in the pond, turning the water brown.

Maya swam through the shallows and knocked Nadia deeper into the pond with an impetuous hug. #8220;Hiroko is a genius,#8221; she said in Russian. #8220;She may be a mad genius, but a genius she is.#8221;

#8220;Mother goddess of the world,#8221; Nadia said, and switched to English as she plowed through the warm water to a little knot of the First Hundred and the Sabishii issei. There were Ann and Sax standing side by side, Ann tall and thin, Sax short and round, looking just as they had in the old days in the baths of Underbill, debating something or other, Sax talking with his face all screwed up in concentration. Nadia laughed at the sight, splashing them.

Fort swam to her side. #8220;Should have run the whole conference like this,#8221; he observed. #8220;Ooh, he#8217;s going to crash.#8221; And indeed a board rider coming down the curved wall slipped off his#8217;plummeting board, and slid ignominiously into the pond. #8220;Look, I need to get back home to be able to help. Also a great-great-great-granddaughter is getting married in four months.#8221;

#8220;Can you get back that fast?#8221; Spencer asked.

#8220;Yes, my ship is fast.#8221; A Praxis space division built rockets that used a modified Dyson propulsion to accelerate and then decelerate continuously through the flight, which took a very direct line between the planets.

#8220;Executive style,#8221; Spencer said.

#8220;They#8217;re open for use by anyone in Praxis, if they#8217;re in a hurry. You might want to visit Earth yourself, see what conditions are like firsthand.#8221;

No one took him up on that, though it raised some eyebrows. But there was no more talk of detaining him, either.

People drifted like jellyfish in a slow whirlpool, calmed at last by the warmth, by the water and wine and kava being passed around in bamboo cups, by the accomplishment of finishing what they had come to do. It was not perfect, people said #8212; definitely not perfect #8212; but it was something, especially the remarkable nature of point four, or three #8212; quite a declaration, in fact #8212; a beginning, a real beginning #8212; seriously flawed #8212; especially point six #8212; definitely not perfect #8212; but likely to be remembered. #8220;Well, but this here is religion,#8221; someone sitting in the shallows was saying, #8220;and I like all the pretty bodies, but mixing state and religion is a dangerous business #8230;#8221;

Nadia and Maya walked out into deeper water, arm in arm, talking with everyone they knew. A group of the youngsters from Zygote saw them, Rachel and Tiu and Frantz and, Steve and the rest, and they cried, #8220;Hey, the two witches!#8221; and came over to squish them together with hugs and kisses. Kinetic reality, Nadia thought, somatic reality, haptic reality #8212; the power of the touch, ah, my #8230; her ghost finger was throbbing, which hadn#8217;t happened in ages.

They walked on, trailing the Zygote ectogenes, and came on Art, who was standing with Nirgal and a few other men, all drawn as by magnet to where Jackie still stood by the half-green Hiroko, her wet hair slicked over her bare shoulders, her head thrown back laughing, the sunset glaring off her and giving her a kind of hy-perreal, heraldic power. Art was looking happy indeed, and when Nadia hugged him, he put an arm over her shoulder and left it there. Her good friend, a very solid somatic reality.

#8220;It was well done,#8221; Maya told him. #8220;It was like John Boone would have done it.#8221;

#8220;It was not,#8221; Jackie said automatically.

#8220;I knew him,#8221; Maya said, giving her a sharp look, #8220;and you didn#8217;t. And I say it was like John would have done it.#8221;

They stood staring at each other, the ancient white-haired beauty and the young black-haired beauty #8212; and it seemed to Nadia there was something primal in the sight, primal, primeval, primate #8230; these are the two witches, she wanted to say to Jackie#8217;s sibs behind her. But then again they no doubt knew that. #8220;No one is like John was,#8221; she said, trying to break the spell. She squeezed Art#8217;s waist. #8220;But it was well done.#8221;

Kasei came splashing up; he had been standing by silently, and Nadia wondered at him a little, the man with the famous father, famous mother, famous daughter#8230; And slowly becoming a power himself, among the Reds and the radical Marsfirsters, out there on the #8220;edge in a splinter movement, as the congress had proved. No, it was hard to tell what Kasei thought of his life. He gave Jackie a glance that was too complex to read #8212; pride, jealousy, some sort of rebuke #8212; and said, #8220;We could use John Boone now.#8221; His father #8212; the first man on Mars #8212; her cheery John, who used to love to swim the butterfly in Underbill, in afternoons that had felt like this ceremony, except that it had been their everyday reality, for a year or so there in the beginning#8230;

#8220;And Arkady,#8221; Nadia said, still trying to defuse things. #8220;And Frank.#8221;

#8220;We can do without Frank Chalmers,#8221; Kasei said bitterly.

#8220;Why do you say that?#8221; Maya exclaimed. #8220;We would be lucky to have him here now! He would know how to handle Fort, and Praxis, and the Swiss and you Reds and the greens, all of it. Frank, Arkady, John #8212; we could use all three of them now.#8221; Her mouth was hard and downturned. She glared at Jackie and Kasei as if daring them to speak; then her lip curled, and she looked away.

Nadia said, #8220;This is why we must avoid another sixty-one.#8221;

#8220;We will,#8221; Art said, and gave her another squeeze.

Nadia shook her head sadly. The peak always passed so fast. #8220;It#8217;s not our choice,#8221; she told him. #8220;It#8217;s not something that is entirely in our hands. So we will see.#8221;

#8220;It will be different this time,#8221; Kasei insisted.

#8220;We will see.#8221;