Chapters (93)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Map
- The Martain Calendar
- Part 1: Peacock Mountain
- Prologue
- 1
- 2
- Part 2: Areophany
- Prologue
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- Part 3: A New Constitution
- Prologue
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- Part 4: Green Earth
- Prologue
- 1
- 2
- 3
- Part 5: Home at Last
- Prologue
- 1
- 2
- 3
- Part 6: Ann in the Outback
- Prologue
- 1
- 2
- 3
- Part 7: Making Things Work
- Prologue
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- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- Part 8: The Green and the White
- Prologue
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- Part 9: Natural History
- Prologue
- 1
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- Part 10: Werteswandel
- Prologue
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- 2
- 3
- Part 11: Viriditas
- Prologue
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- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- Part 12: It Goes So Fast
- Prologue
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- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- Part 13: Experimental Procedures
- Prologue
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- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- Part 14: Phoenix Lake
- Prologue
- 1
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Bantam Books by Kim Stanley Robinson
- Copyright
He did not know. He sat in the window seat, looking down at Jackie’s daughter’s face, sleeping. Across the room Jackie was intimidating the Free Mars delegates from Elysium. Now that Elysium was an island surrounded by the northern sea, they were more determined than ever to take control of their fate, including immigration limits that would keep the massif from developing much past its current state. “All very well,” Jackie was saying, “but it’s a very large island now, a continent really, surrounded by water so that it will be especially humid, with a coastline of thousands of kilometers, lots of fine harbor sites, fishing harbors no doubt. I can sympathize with your desire to keep a hand on development, we all feel that, but the Chinese have expressed a particular interest in developing some of these sites, and what am I supposed to say to them? That the Elysian locals don’t like Chinese? That we’ll take their help in a crisis, but we don’t want them moving into the neighborhood?”
“It’s not that they’re Chinese!” the delegate said.
“I understand. Really I do. Tell you what— you go back to South Fossa and explain the difficulties we face here, and I’ll do everything I can here to help you. I can’t guarantee results, but I’ll do what I can.”
“Thanks,” the delegate said, and left.
Jackie turned to her assistant. “Idiot. Who’s next. Ah, naturally; the Chinese ambassador. Well, let him in.”
The Chinese, a woman, was quite tall. She spoke in Mandarin, and her AI translated into a clear British English. After an exchange of pleasantries, the woman asked about establishing some Chinese settlements, preferably somewhere in the equatorial provinces.
Nirgal stared, fascinated. This was how settlements had been started from the very beginning; groups of Terran nationals had come up, and built a tent town or a cliff dwelling, or domed a crater. . . . Now, however, Jackie looked polite and said, “It’s possible. Everything of course will have to be referred to the environmental courts for judgment. However, there is a great deal of empty land on the Elysium massif. Perhaps something could be arranged there, especially if China was willing to contribute to infrastructure and mitigation and the like.”
They discussed details. After a while the ambassador left.
Jackie turned to look at Nirgal. “Nirgal, could you get Rachel in here? And try to decide what you’re going to do soon, please?”