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
‘I want you all to listen carefully,’ said Gaia, speaking slowly slowly and carefully carefully. ‘I want you all to understand what I’m going to say. I want to tell you first of all that I’m not your Gela, whatever some of you think. What we know of Gela back on Earth is that she came to Eden four hundred years ago and never came back. We don’t know anything after that. We assumed she must have died here on Eden, but we didn’t know until now that she’d had children and grandchildren. As far as we know she never came back to Earth, alive or dead, and all that’s left of Gela is here on Eden.’ She waited, watching our faces to see if she’d been understood. She’d managed to keep her voice strong and sure, but we could see in her eyes that she’d dreaded saying these things. ‘I am not Gela,’ she repeated. ‘In fact I’m not even as closely related to Gela as all of you are. Half of every one of you comes from Gela. My only connection with her is that a tiny tiny part of me comes from Gela’s twin sister, Candice.’
There was a silence across the whole clearing. The trees pulsed. The flutterbyes rustled and flicked round the lanternflowers. A starbird screeched in forest: a proper Eden bird with feet and hands and big flat eyes.
‘That’s the first thing we have to tell you,’ said Deep, ‘and the second is that, we’re really sorry, but we can’t take you back to Earth. It’s just not possible. Any of you who have been inside the old landing veekle will know that there’s only room inside it for a few people. It’s only meant for three. I’m afraid there will never be a time when more than a few people can go back and forth between Earth and Eden. Even just to get three of us here took the work of tens of thousands of people for tens of years. When we go back to Earth – and that will be soon, I’m afraid – we’ll work hard to get more people to come here again and help you with your lives, but no one is ever going to be able to carry you all back to Earth, though I know many of you have hoped for that for many many years.’
The Earth people looked out at us. You could see how hard this was for them, just the three of them facing so many many disappointed people. As for us Eden folk, well, I guess a lot of us had already half-figured out what they were telling us, but hearing them say it was a completely different thing. When you figure a thing out for yourself you can still hope you’re wrong. They’d taken away any possibility of that.