“Me? Very well. Strange, isn’t it?”
“Who put the stuff in the water? That’s what I want to know.”
“I hear they just got a tip-off that it had happened. Nobody knows how—”
“Well, it doesn’t seem to be hurting us.”
“Did you hear? The Kelly couple are expecting a baby! The first baby to be born on Mars!”
“It will be infected too—”
“What difference does it make?”
“No one can ever go back to Earth now!”
“Do you want to go back to Earth?”
“Well, no, but that’s not the point—”
The hospital wing, no longer divided, kept busy for days and days. No one felt very sick, but everyone wanted to be checked, just in case. Some hypochondriacs complained of strange pains and odd feelings, but these passed. People adjusted.
The growth of Martian life in the lava tubes exploded. Traces of green appeared at the lower depths of Mariner Valley, the deepest canyon on Mars. At its floor, the air pressure was higher than at any other point on the surface. As the Martian winter ebbed away toward spring, delicate lines of living green began to show where ice crystals formed.
Satellite images of the North Pole showed that as the polar cap melted, a wave of green began to sweep southward. Mists rolled in the thickening Martian atmosphere, filling craters. There were unconfirmed reports of snow. No natural snow had fallen on Mars in millions of years.
And the Magellan came closer, ever closer.
The ship from Luna entered Mars orbit a few days before the official beginning of the Martian spring. Sean and the other Asimov Project kids met again.“This is it,” he said. “Anyone going to chicken out?”
No one did, though some of them had nervous, frozen grins.
“Nickie, we need one more miracle from you. Think you can do it?” Jenny asked.
“Watch me,” Nickie said. “Of course, it may be the last thing that I do.”
“Okay, everyone,” Sean said. “This evening at eighteen hundred hours. Wish us luck.”
“Oh, I do,” Roger said fervently. “Believe me, I do!”
Just at six o’clock Dina Brandis’s image appeared on every active viewscreen in the colony. “Good afternoon, everyone,” she began.
And then the picture changed. Now it showed a classroom, and standing in the classroom were all of the Asimov Project kids, nineteen of them. The twentieth and last, Nickie, sat off to the right at a computer. Sean and Jenny stood a little ahead of the others. “Hi, everyone,” Sean said. “We’ve overridden Dina’s signal this afternoon. We’ve got a confession to make and something important to tell you. Please make sure that everyone you know is watching. We’ll wait three minutes.”
Nickie looked up from her computer console. “Okay. I’ve killed the sound. Are we going to go through with this, you guys?”
“Bloody well have to, don’t we?” Roger said. “No choice, I’d say.”
“Are the doors locked?” Jenny asked.
Nickie nodded. “Top-security lockdown on the whole wing. It’ll take them an hour to figure out what I’ve done and fix it. We’re safe for that long. By then the word will be out.”
“For better or worse,” Jenny said. “Oh, I’m nervous.
“I’m not exactly calm myself,” Sean admitted.
“Hey, you’re the Martian superman,” Mickey told him. Mickey, despite everything, still needed his glasses.
“Okay,” Nickie said. “Coming up on three minutes. In ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five.”
Sean counted the rest off silently to himself. Then, when Nickie gave him a nod, he said, “I don’t know how many of you realize this, but today’s an anniversary. One Martian year ago today, I came to Mars. There were other colonists with me. I didn’t know you very well back then, but since that time, I’ve come to be friends with most of you. And with these guys here, the Asimov Project students. You might remember that when Mars got cut off from Earth, we all decided to stay here. We’re still here, and we’re staying.”
Jenny stepped forward. “I’ve got a confession to make. Everyone on Mars thinks he or she is infected with a Martian microorganism. Well, you’re not. Sean has it, and four other people that we know about definitely have it. But it isn’t catching, at least it isn’t unless you try really hard to get it. And the doctors are convinced that it’s harmless if you do catch it.”
“It was my idea,” Sean said. “We all pitched in, but basically it was my idea. The organism has changed me a little, but it hasn’t made me someone I’m not. I’m still Sean Doe, the son of Amanda Simak. I’m still good at some things and lousy at others. What I’m telling you is not to worry. Nothing really happened last month. We didn’t infect the water supply at all. We did fool the medical computers into thinking they couldn’t communicate with nanobots. That made you all believe that you had the same bug in your blood that I’ve got in mine.”
Alex put his hand on Sean’s shoulder. “This is my best friend,” he said simply. “We’re on the same side, always. And that was the point of all this. For the last few weeks, we’ve all been on the same side. We’ve all been Martians, really and truly. No ‘us’ and ‘them.’ Just a big us.”
“Some of you were probably scared out of your wits,” Mickey said. “One thing I’ve learned about myself is this: Sometimes it’s okay to be scared. Take me—I’m scared of closed-in places underground. But that’s me. My fear is part of me, but it isn’t me. I can control it. I can live with it. All of you have lived with fear too. We’ve dealt with it over one whole Martian year now. And guess what? The fear didn’t win. We did.”
Elizabeth added, “Some of you don’t like Asians. That hurt me. But here on Mars, there are no Asians, no Africans. There’s only us. If I’ve hurt anyone, I ask your forgiveness. If you’ve hurt me, I forgive you. We’re together in this. Now and for always, we’re standing together.”
And then Roger. And Patrick. Each and every one of them spoke, even Nickie, who always claimed to be terminally shy. Last of all, Sean spoke again.
He said, “The hardest thing we’ve had to give up here on Mars isn’t comfort. It isn’t security. It’s hate. Back on Earth there was too much of it, and it ruined everyone’s chances. Here we can’t afford it. We’re getting rid of it, all of it.” He gulped, then looked directly into the camera. “All my life, I’ve hated the terrorists who killed my father and my mother. I wasn’t even old enough to remember them. I always thought that if I could find the people who—” He clenched his fists, then unclenched them again. “But I forgive them,” he said softly. “They’ve made Earth into a place of pain and suffering. They have to live there. I don’t. I’m a Martian.”
Jenny said, “That’s how we feel. That’s why we did what we’ve done. Look around you. This world is coming back to life. We’re in for the experience of a lifetime—of a thousand, thousand lifetimes! In the future we’re going to face doubt and danger. And you know what? We’re going to make it. That’s all we have to say. We’ll take any punishment you prescribe. We’ll live with the consequences of what we believe and what we’ve done. But before you punish us, think about what it means to be us. Don’t think about any them. Theydon’t exist. Just us. Join us and make this a world fit for everyone.”
“And we’re out,” Nickie said. “Should I unlock the doors?”
“Have to sooner or later,” Sean said. He put one arm over Alex’s shoulders, another over Jenny’s. “Okay,” he said. “Do it. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
And a week later …
School began again.
Harold Ellman gave Sean his schedule of classes. “You’re a very effective public speaker, Mr. Doe,” the scowling teacher said. “However, that is not going to exempt you from Advanced Calculus. I suggest you begin studying early.”
The pilot of the Magellan looked as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “No one?”
“Not a single person,” Amanda said. “We’re all staying
. In fact, we want to let the Luna colonists know that if any of them want to come to Mars, we’re prepared to accept them in reasonable numbers.”
Jenny looked dubiously at Mickey. “Are you sure about this?”
“I always wanted to get rid of these glasses,” he said. “Cheers.”
And he drank a glass of water.
Rormer sounded as if he had a frog in his throat. “So much done to my people,” he muttered. “But if you can forgive, well, I suppose—”
“It’s all right, Dr. Rormer,” Elizabeth said, smiling gently.
The world rolled on. It was a strange world, not the world any of them had been born into, and it had a million ways to kill them. But deep within Mars, life was stirring again, and it was not monstrous life, not an alien force that was going to cut them down. It was just … different.
And maybe not for always, and not everywhere, but at that time, and in that place, and for long enough, the people who lived on the planet had decided that difference was nothing to fear.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
When my good friend Thomas E. Fuller first suggested that we write a few books set on Mars, his enthusiasm made me excited about the series that we came to call Mars: Year One. We met half a dozen times and planned out three stories. The first was Marooned!The second was Missing! The last one is this book, Marsquake! Thomas thought up all the titles.
Sadly Thomas died from a sudden heart attack late in 2002. Although we had plotted out all three books, I was left to write them on my own. Still, Thomas’s influence was so great that at times I could almost hear his voice. I know he would be pleased that all three books have been written and published.
Any writer will tell you that no one can write a story without help. I’d like to thank Thomas’s children—Edward, Anthony, John, and Christina—and his former wife, Berta, for their support while I was working on the series. I am very grateful to Ron Butler, who as been a long-time friend to both Thomas and me, for his engineering and scientific advice. Our editor, Jennifer Klonsky, has been patient and helpful, and without her I could not have finished the books. Finally, all of Thomas’s friends at the Atlanta Radio Theatre Company and the Dark River Writers’ Group have offered helpful advice and encouragement, and I thank them, too.
And so the first year of the Martian colony comes to a close. But the future lies ahead, a whole new universe of possibility and excitement. Let’s all look forward to it. Great new wonders are waiting for us.
—Brad Strickland
BRAD STRICKLAND is also the co-author of our Pirate Hunter trilogy as well as many middle-grade novels based on licensed properties, including Are You Afraid of the Dark? and Star Trek. He lives in Oakwood, Georgia.
The late THOMAS E. FULLER is also the co-author, with Brad Strickland, of our Pirate Hunter trilogy.
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The year is 2085. Mars Experimental Station One, a colony built to test humans’ ability to live in an alien and hostile environment, has been in existence for ten years. This functioning city of two thousand people includes only twenty teenagers, each hand selected from the billions on Earth as part of the controversial Asimov Project.
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BRAD STRICKLAND is also the author of Aladdin’s Pirate Hunter trilogy as well as many middle-grade novels based on licensed properties, including Are You Afraid of the Dark? and Star Trek.
The late THOMAS E. FULLER is the author, with Brad Strickland, of Aladdin’s Pirate Hunter trilogy.
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