Back Green Mars
Chapters (68)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Contents
  4. Map
  5. Part 1: Areoformation
  6. Prologue
  7. 1
  8. 2
  9. 3
  10. 4
  11. 5
  12. Part 2: The Ambassador
  13. Prologue
  14. 1
  15. 2
  16. Part 3: Long Runout
  17. Prologue
  18. 2
  19. 3
  20. Part 4: The Scientist as Hero
  21. Prologue
  22. 1
  23. 2
  24. 3
  25. 4
  26. 5
  27. 6
  28. 7
  29. Part 5: Homeless
  30. Prologue
  31. 1
  32. 2
  33. Part 6: Tariqat
  34. Prologue
  35. 1
  36. 2
  37. 3
  38. 4
  39. 5
  40. 6
  41. Part 7: What Is to Be Done?
  42. Prologue
  43. 1
  44. 2
  45. 3
  46. Part 8: Social Engineering
  47. Prologue
  48. 1
  49. Part 9: The Spur of the Moment
  50. Prologue
  51. 1
  52. 2
  53. 3
  54. 4
  55. 5
  56. 6
  57. 7
  58. 8
  59. Part 10: Phase Change
  60. Prologue
  61. 1
  62. 2
  63. 3
  64. 4
  65. Epilogue
  66. Temperature Comparisons
  67. Bantam Books by Kim Stanley Robinson
  68. Copyright

“You got me, boy. It’s possible they could be. But they haven’t been yet, and so they don’t think it’s worth the trouble to hide. You know it takes a tremendous effort to hide— you got to do all that thermal disposal engineering, and electronic hardening, and you got to keep out of sight all the time— it’s a pain in the ass. And some people down here just don’t want to do it. They call themselves the demimonde. They have plans for if they’re ever investigated or invaded— most of them have escape tunnels like ours, and some even have some weapons stashed away. But they figure that if they’re out on the surface, there’s no reason to be checked out in the first place. The folks in Christianopolis just told the UN straight out that they came down here to get out of the net. But . . . I agree with Hiroko on this one. That some of us have to be a little more careful than that. The UN is out to get the First Hundred, if you ask me. And its family too, unfortunately for you kids. Anyway, now the resistance includes the underground and the demimonde, and having the open towns is a big help to the hidden sanctuaries, so I’m glad they’re here. At this point we depend on them.”

Coyote was welcomed effusively in this town as he was everywhere, whether the settlement was hidden or exposed. He settled into a corner of a big garage on the crater rim, and conducted a continuous brisk exchange of goods, including seed stocks, software, light bulbs, spare parts, and small machines. These he gave out after long consultations with their hosts, in bargaining sessions that Nirgal couldn’t understand. And then, after a brief tour of the crater floor, where the village looked surprisingly like Zygote under a brilliant purple dome, they were off again.

On the drives between sanctuaries Coyote did not explain his bargaining sessions very effectively. “I’m saving these people from their own ridiculous notion of economics, that’s what I’m doing! A gift economy is all very well, but it isn’t organized enough for our situation. There are critical items that everyone has to have, so people have to give, which is a contradiction, right? So I am trying to work out a rational system. Actually Vlad and Marina are working it out, and I am trying to implement it, which means I get all the grief.”

“And this system . . .”