“So the fighting down there has ended?” Nadia said.
“It’s not clear if that’s permanent or not,” Sax said.
Maya snorted. “No way it’s permanent.”
Sax shrugged.
“We need to set up a government,” Maya said. “We have to set it up fast, and present Earth with a united front. The more established we seem, the less likely they’ll be to come hard to root us out.”
“They’ll come,” Coyote said from the window.
“Not if we prove to them that they’ll get everything from us they would have gotten on their own,” May a said, irritated at Coyote. “That will slow them down.”
“They’ll come anyway.”
Sax said, “We will never be out of danger until Earth is calm. Is stabilized.”
“Earth will never be stabilized,” Coyote said.
Sax shrugged.
“It’s we who have to stabilize it!” Maya exclaimed, shaking a finger at Coyote. “For our own sakes!”
“Areoforming Earth,” Michel said with his ironic smile.
“Sure, why not?” Maya said. “If that’s what it takes.”
Michel leaned over and gave Maya a kiss on her dusty cheek.
Coyote was shaking his head. “It’s moving the world without a fulcrum,” he said.
“The fulcrum is in our minds,” Maya said, startling Nadia.
Marina also was watching her wrist, and now she said, “Security still has Clarke, and the cable. Peter says they’ve left all of Sheffield but the Socket. And someone — hey — someone has reported seeing Hiroko in Hiranyagarbha.”
They went silent at this, thinking their own thoughts.
“I got into the UNTA records of that first takeover of Sabishii,” Coyote said after a while, “and there was no mention at all of Hiroko, or any of her group. I don’t think they got them.”
Maya said darkly, “What’s written down has nothing to do with what happened.”
“In Sanskrit,” Marina said, “Hiranyagarbha means ‘The Golden Embryo.’“
Nadia’s heart squeezed. Come out, Hiroko, she thought. Come out, damn you, please, please, damn you, come out. The look on Michel’s face was painful to see. His whole family, disappeared…
“We can’t be sure we’ve got Mars together yet,” Nadia said, to distract him. She caught his eye. “We couldn’t agree in Dorsa Brevia — why should we now?”
“Because we are free,” Michel replied, rallying. “It’s real now. We are free to try. And you only put your full effort into a thing when there is no going back.”
The train slowed to cross the equatorial piste, and they rocked back and forth with it.
“There are Reds blowing up all the pumping stations on Vastitas,” Coyote said. “I don’t think you’re going to get any easy consensus on the terraforming.”
“That’s for sure,” Ann said hoarsely. She cleared her throat. “We want the soletta gone too.”
She glared at Sax, but he only shrugged.
“Ecopoesis,” he said. “We already have a biosphere. It’s all we need. A beautiful world.”
Outside the broken landscape flashed by in the cool morning light. The slopes of Tyrrhena were tinted khaki by the presence of millions of small patches of grass and moss and lichen, tucked between the rocks. They looked out at it silently. Nadia felt stunned, trying to think about all of it, trying to keep it from all mixing together, blurring like the rust-and-khakiflow outside…
She looked at the people around her, and some key inside her turned. Her eyes were still dry and raw, but she was no longer sleepy. The tautness in her stomach eased, for the first time since the revolt had begun. She breathed freely. She looked at the faces of her friends — Ann still angry at her, Maya still angry at Coyote, all of them beat, dirty, as red-eyed as the little red people, their irises like round chips of semiprecious stone, vivid in their bloodshot settings. She heard herself say, “Arkady would be pleased.”
The others looked surprised. She never talked about him, she realized.
“Simon too,” Ann said.
“And Alex.”
“And Sasha.” “And Tatiana—”
“And all our lost ones,” Michel said quickly, before the length of the list grew too great.
“But not Frank,” Maya said. “Frank would be thoroughly pissed off at something.”
They laughed, and Coyote said, “And we have you to carry on the tradition, eh?” And they laughed some more as she shook an angry finger at him.
“And John?” Michel asked, pulling Maya’s arm down, directing the question at her.
Maya freed her arm, kept shaking a finger at Coyote. “John wouldn’t be crying doom and gloom and kissing off Earth as if we could get by without it! John Boone would be ecstatic at this moment!”
“We should remember that,” Michel said quickly. “We should think what he would do.”
Coyote grinned. “He would be running up and down this train getting high. Being high. It would be a party all the way to Odessa. Music and dance and everything.” They looked at each other.
“Well?” Michel said.
Coyote gestured forward. “It does not sound as if they are actually needing our help.”
“Nevertheless,” Michel said.
And they went forward up the train.
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