Del’s heart seemed to be in his boots. He trudged next to Jennifer, watching the orange dust of the desert floor sifting aside with each step. There went the Bowl, and with the Bowl went the greatest support he could have had.
“The transport may take a couple more hours.” Jennifer checked the wrist pad on her suit. “But they’ve been dark, so they were shielded from all this anyway. Dumb luck, huh? They know I’m down. They’re coming.” Del said nothing. Jennifer huffed. “Del. You need to get over this. Not everything good comes from the Bowl.”
“No,” he said. “Just most of the financial support, and the engineers, and the reputation, and while we’re at it, the best food and music and-”
“Well, get manly. Or, what is it you say here? Or jump off.”
Del mustered his patience. “You just got here, and we’ve been in negotiations. So I’m going to be polite to you.”
“Martian manners,” she laughed, “Which is why it takes you forever to get anything done-”
“Earthling-” he interrupted, watching her shocked offense at the counter-insult with satisfaction, “-rudeness. To remind you, the first successful Adapted human gene codes were edited here.” Del jabbed his finger at the ground, “Not by wetbrains. By Dinée and Hopi Marsers, on this world you happen to be standing on. And then Company 1 tries to grab credit and steal codes-”
“You seem to be fine with that particular moral conundrum at the moment.”
Del took a deep breath. Finally he
said, “Earth history. You must be so proud.”
Jennifer’s face darkened. “The
history of women on Earth is what I care about. A history of advances followed
by defeats, over and over again, with every advancement toward equality slapped
away by the old hateful ideas.”
Dohna opened a thermal silk package
and drew out a hot round of bread, fresh from the fat. It steamed in the
morning chill, with a glistening golden crust that tore effortlessly, revealing
tender, fluffy insides. Kallo stuffed a handful into her mouth.
Del stared at his old friend’s getup. Tate was from Arturos, like Del. He’d grown up gritty, like Del. Now he wore new triple-silk desert gear, sleek and fully outfitted with the newest telescope goggles and equipment belt. His dust-resistant, unscratched boots gleamed.
“Company 1 treating you right, by the looks,” said Del.
Tate grinned with neat rows of new teeth, but his eyes were still, cool, ready. “Betcha.”
“Del, get in,” said Jennifer. “Let’s jet.”
Tate gave the same cool smile to Jennifer. “You’re a sweet Earth thing,” he said (as Del winced at his coarseness), “But I don’t take orders from you.”
Jennifer ripped the cover from her
wrist pad, seized Tate’s hand and smacked her wrist screen against his, causing
a cascade of tones. Tate stared down at the new data.
Del cussed to himself. He had a bad,
bad feeling. If he had had any other option, he would have taken it. But now he
was following Jennifer down a series of glaring corridors. This area had never
held a full subground installation;all of this was new. There were no
greenhouses, just laser-carved basalt and sandstone halls. It occurred to Del
that Earth architects must have designed this; Marsers had better eyes and
wouldn’t need all this extraneous light.
"I apologize for detaining you
last night," said the princess. "We wanted to ensure protection for
you and for Kinlani.”
Kallo opened her mouth to say
something angry but found herself remembering what Dohna had said just moments
ago. For some reason now, those words about life and manners had begun to make
sense. Kallo swallowed.
"Can I go now?"
"You may have private mule
transport."
"Forget that!" Kallo
turned and ran up the continuing spiral steps. She stopped, hearing Dohna’s
voice say “manners, manners.” She turned
and bowed to the Princess.
“Your highness, please forgive my rudeness. I am worried about my Daddy, and also we have
many jobs to do, carrying news and updates to all corners of Mars by flier.”
“A brilliant solution,” said the
Princess, “Mano thought of that, of course?
“Well,” Kallo thought. “Both of us, really. But now that the new comm grid is up there
will be security concerns, maintenance and other things I must put my attention
to.”
The Princess grinned suddenly. “I though you were just a child, but you have
the potential to be very grown-up, don’t you?
Kallo looked at the Princess,
thinking hard. “I hope so,” she said
with a sigh.
The Princess laughed.
“And to see our skies coming alive
again,” they stood looking up at the drones flyying in precise formations and
the blimps scrolling weather metrics.
What do you think of that?”
“I am very proud,” Kallo’s voice
shook. She couldn’t help it. Tears streamed down the sides of her
nose. Then the Princess did something
that surprised Kallo.
.
She stepped up to Kallo and wrapped an arm around her.
“We are all proud today,”she said
softly. Kallo looked up at her. “I will do my world proud,” she said. “I will never compromise the free voice of
Mars. I promised my Daddy, and I promise
you.”The Princess gave Kallo a squeeze and set her free. Kallo ran.
She made it onto the floor above and
all the way to one of the doors to a maintenance platform, but the doors
wouldn't open. Yoshi, the middle-aged monk, was walking calmly behind
her.
He swiped his wrist data pad at the
doors, which opened.
"We've heard about Del,"
he said, "Please be careful. We only have one flyer who can ride
devils."
Kallo stared at him. "What
about Del?” she said.
He was smiling at her tenderly.
"Goodbye, little spinner. Come to Stormhorse one day."
Kallo was going to tell him to jump
off, that she was in a hurry, but then she remembered her promise. She thought
for a moment. "What do you need?" she asked him. "I can bring
you more hard data, or-"
"We will let you know."
He bowed with his hands together,
and Kallo awkwardly returned the gesture. She turned and walked to the edge of
the platform.
Her mind went still as she sucked
deeply through her nose and mouth to read the air. The winds were too calm,
which meant atmo energy gathering somewhere else. It also meant terrible
take-off conditions for her. The saline funk of the quicksand lagoons was still
strong this morning, but through it tinges of metals, no doubt off-gassing from
the reconstructions and power reboot. Her skin prickled with the knowledge
before her mind had put it in words. She ran back down the spiral steps and
into the gallery.
“A storm is coming,” she told them,
“A big one. The energy is going to start building fast in about four hours.”
One of the elders frowned, checking
his desk panel. “Our instruments don’t indicate-”
“Your instruments might be able to detect one
molecule in a trillion like I can,” said Kallo. “But they don’t know what it
means when the lagoons are evaporating slow enough that I can smell algae, and
when I can smell a fresh cut in a glacier between here and the equator, and
sheep dung first thing in the morning before they even take the herds out. That
means the warm moist air is moving up and the cold air is rushing down a lot
faster than usual. Put that all together. There’s. A. Storm. Building. You need
to get everyone subground and protect all your equipment now.”
They all stared at her.
“Now!”Kallo just barely contained the urge to yell.
Princess Kinlani nodded. “And you
will stay here with us.”
Kallo glanced at each of them. She
darted back up the spiral stairs, stumbling. She heard the princess call out,
“Stop her!” but she made it back through the door, onto the platform. The blimp
was still rising; its mooring lines were being drawn up. If she jumped now she
might catch one and steal more elevation; from a higher trajectory she could
fly to the central grid tower faster. If she made the leap without enough
trajectory, it would be very close to the ground.
Guards were running onto the
platform.
Kallo jumped.
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