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
‘We can’t take people back to Earth,’ she said. ‘Well, maybe one at most, but no more than that. And we haven’t got anything to give you right now, apart from maybe fixing a few more people with the . . . uh . . . poison fever, as you call it, and maybe finding out what’s in this screen. As for how long we’ll be here, we can only stay for a few more days, because the starship is . . . well, I guess you could say it’s like a creature that starts growing old as soon as it’s born. But we’re finding out about Eden and how it works, and what the trees and animals are made of, and when we get all of that information back to Earth, then people there will be able to figure out ways to help you. New ways of feeding yourselves and keeping healthy and making you better when you’re ill. New ways of using the stuff round you to make things. New tools. So next time someone comes, they’ll be able to give you things that will make your life easier and—’
‘Next time?’ asked Starlight. ‘Are you sure there’ll be another time?’
Again, Gaia looked at the other Earth people.
‘I’m sure there will,’ she said. ‘It won’t be any time soon, though, because we have to rebuild the whole starship and that . . . well, like Marius explained before, by the time we’ve got all the stuff together, it could be . . .’
‘It could be fifty years,’ Marius said, still bent over that screen, ‘or even longer.’
I felt a terrible stab of grief. All these years we’d waited, all these generations, making circles on the ground, singing songs, making it okay for ourselves that Earth wasn’t here by telling ourselves to be patient, and one waking it would come. And now it had come, but it would soon be gone again, and we’d be alone once more, scratching in the dirt, fighting over old stories. And when Earth came back, if it came back – even that didn’t sound certain – it would most probably be too late for me. I wasn’t exactly sure how old I was in years – we didn’t count time that carefully out on the Grounds – but I reckoned I was well over thirty, and few people got past sixty seventy.
‘One person can go with you?’ I suddenly said. ‘Is that what you said?’
Gaia looked at me, surprised.
‘Yes, we figure we could take one.’ She smiled. ‘Why? Would you like it to be you? You were the first Eden person we saw, after all, you and Trueheart, and you’ve been a good friend to us.’