Chapters (68)
- Title page
- Dedication
- Part I
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 20. 20:25 MT.
- Part II
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 22. 20:05 MT.
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 25. 15:30 MT.
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Part III
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Also by Chris Beckett
- Copyright page
‘That’s Eden,’ said the booming voice of Gaia. Now it was so big we could see that the circle wasn’t completely black, but covered all over in patches of dim dim light. ‘That’s what Eden looks like from out in space,’ Gaia said. ‘And here’s the other side. This little black patch here is what you call Snowy Dark. This tiny little patch of light in middle of it is Circle Valley, where we all are now.’
She moved things on too quickly. We could happily have sat and stared at that picture for a long long time, taking it in, and figuring out how it all fitted together. I hadn’t even had a chance to work out which patch of light was Worldpool, let alone where Knee Tree Grounds was, before the picture disappeared. And now we saw another circle, but this time not dark at all, but blue blue blue, streaked all over with swirls of white.
‘And this is Earth,’ Gaia said.
Some people cried. Really cried, I mean: I could hear them sobbing round me. But most, like me, were quiet quiet, not knowing what we felt. All our lives we’d dreamed of Earth, each one of us imagining our true home in our own way. But now, quite suddenly, the question was answered. This was what it was like. And it wasn’t quite what any of us had thought.
The picture changed again.
‘And this is me on Earth,’ Gaia said.
We could see Gaia in the picture smiling out, and beside her was a handsome young man with dark skin like hers. They were standing in middle of the screen and all round them was a pale blue-grey emptiness.
‘That’s me and my brother. We’re standing beside the See.’ She could see we were puzzled, so she explained: ‘It’s water, a big area of water. Like your Worldpool.’
Everyone frowned at the picture, trying to make it out. Gaia walked up to middle of one of the three screens and pointed with her finger. ‘There, look. There’s the See and there’s the sky.’
I could see now that there was a kind of line behind Gaia and her brother in the picture, a dead straight line like World’s Edge, and I could see that the paleness was a bit paler above that line than it was below it. And then I saw that in the darker area below the line there were waves. They were small and blurred and far away, but all the same they were quite like the waves that broke on poolside by Michael’s Place, though the colours were all wrong and there was no light shining up from beneath them.