Back Fourth World
Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Part I
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Part II
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Part III
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. To be continued...
  46. Glossary
  47. Acknowledgments
  48. About the Author

“Wait, that Erick Gomez?” Henry whispered. “That tool your mom’s dating now?” Tamara winced sympathetically in my direction as I nodded.

Maybe I was being unfair. I suppose I hadn’t really known Erick long enough to know, objectively, if he was actually a tool or not. Mom had only introduced him to me and Celeste a couple of weeks ago. Although, from the way they were acting, I suspected they’d been seeing each other for a while before Mom told us about him. I mean, they’d worked together as long as we’d lived in Tierra Nueva. They had plenty of opportunity.

And I couldn’t really begrudge her dating again. After all, Dad was the one who’d abandoned us all so unceremoniously two annums ago, during my first term at the Academy. Considering the fact that he hadn’t contacted me or Celeste once since he’d left, it was obvious he was only concerned with his own happiness. So why shouldn’t Mom be happy, too?

It was just weird to have some new guy showing up at the house all the time. Especially since this one was so… different from how Dad had been.

“I’m sure most of you are wondering what exactly we’re working on way out here in the middle of nowhere,” Erick said, smiling with way too many teeth. “It might not look like much, but it’s actually very exciting. This study is continuing work begun by the first Mars landers sent from Earth over a hundred years ago.”

“Riveting,” Henry muttered. I snickered.

“As you all know, we humans have not been on Mars for very long. There’s still a lot to learn about our new home. And here, we’re using geological methods to do just that. We’re studying the planet’s past, specifically its atmospheric makeup over the millennia and behavior of ancient and precolonial waterways. Our data will enable modern scientists currently working on Phase Three of terraformation to better understand what challenges to expect while adapting the planet for life now.”

As Erick spoke, Professor Luna started leading the group of us down a trail that wound between ditches of varying size. A few of these had groups of people working inside them with shovels and picks, but most were empty and roped off—to keep us from wandering around inside them, I guess.

“This site we’re currently excavating is fascinating for two reasons. First of all, it’s the site of an ancient stream bed, which provides us with information about how water behaved on Mars in the past, and what sort of organic material it supported. We’ve already found fossil evidence of early ancestors of the modern spider weed, as well as extinct forms of Martian flora, and even primitive fauna. We’re hoping to uncover more evidence of other ancient lifeforms that might have existed here before atmospheric degradation set in.”