Leviathan Wakes e-1
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“And you’ll tell them about him, right?” Holden said. “Miller. He deserves the credit.”
“The Belter who went back into Eros of his own free will in order to save Earth? You’re damn right I’m going to tell them about him.”
“Not ‘the Belter.’ Him. Josephus Aloisus Miller.”
Holden had stopped eating the free strawberries. Fred crossed his arms.
“You’ve been reading up,” Fred said.
“Yeah. Well. I didn’t know him all that well.”
“Neither did anybody else,” Fred said, and then softened a little. “I know it’s hard, but we don’t need a real man with a complex life. We need a symbol of the Belt. An icon.”
“Sir,” the secretary said. “We really do need to go now.”
“That’s what got us here,” Holden said. “Icons. Symbols. People without names. All of those Protogen scientists were thinking about biomass and populations. Not Mary who worked in supply and raised flowers in her spare time. None of them killed her.”
“You think they wouldn’t have?”
“I think if they were going to, they owed it to her to know her name. All their names. And you owe it to Miller not to make him into something he wasn’t.”
Fred laughed. He couldn’t help it.
“Captain,” he said, “if you’re saying that I should amend my address to the peace conference so that it wasn’t a noble Belter sacrificing himself to save the Earth-if you’re suggesting that I say something like ‘We happened to have a suicidal ex-cop on-site’ instead-you understand this process less than I thought you did. Miller’s sacrifice is a tool, and I’m going to use it.”
“Even if it makes him faceless,” Holden said. “Even if it makes him something he never was?”
“Especially if it makes him something he never was,” Fred said. “Do you remember what he was like?”
Holden frowned and then something flickered in his eyes. Amusement. Memory.
“He was kind of a pain in the ass, wasn’t he?” Holden said.
“That man could take a visitation from God with thirty underdressed angels announcing that sex was okay after all and make it seem vaguely depressing.”
“He was a good man,” Holden said.
“He wasn’t,” Fred said. “But he did his job. And now I’ve got to go do mine.”
“Give ’em hell,” Holden said. “And amnesty. Keep talking up the amnesty.”
Fred walked down the curving hallway, his secretary close behind him. The conference halls had been designed for smaller things. Petty ones. Hydroponics scientists getting away from their husbands and wives and children to get drunk and talk about raising bean sprouts. Miners coming together to lecture each other about waste minimization and tailings disposal. High school band competitions. And instead, these work carpets and brushed-stone walls were going to have to bear the fulcrum of history. It was Holden’s fault that the shabby, small surroundings reminded him of the dead detective. They hadn’t before.
The delegations were seated across the aisle from each other. The generals and political appointees and general secretaries of Earth and Mars, the two great powers together at his invitation to Ceres, to the Belt. Territory made neutral because neither side took it seriously enough to be concerned about their demands.
All of history had brought them here, to this moment, and now, in the next few minutes, Fred’s job was to change that trajectory. The fear was gone. Smiling, he stepped up to the speaker’s dais, the podium.
The pulpit.
There was a scattering of polite applause. A few smiles, and a few frowns. Fred grinned. He wasn’t a man anymore. He was a symbol, an icon. A narrative about himself and about the forces at play in the solar system.
And for a moment, he was tempted. In that hesitation between drawing breath and speaking, part of him wondered what would happen if he shed the patterns of history and spoke about himself as a man, about the Joe Miller who he’d known briefly, about the responsibility they all shared to tear down the images they held of one another and find the genuine, flawed, conflicted people they actually were.
It would have been a noble way to fail.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said. “We stand at a crossroads. On one hand, there is the very real threat of mutual annihilation. On the other… ”
He paused for effect.
“On the other, the stars.”
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