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Chapters (34)
  1. Cover
  2. Project Hail Mary
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. About the Author

“Get a square of metal foil. Pretty much any metal will do. Anodize it until it’s black. Don’t paint it—anodize it. Put clear glass over it and leave a one-centimeter gap between the glass and the foil. Seal the edges with brick, foam, or some other good insulator. Then set it out in the sun.”

“Okay, what good will that do?”

“The black foil will absorb sunlight and get hot. The glass will insulate it from outside air—any heat loss has to pass through the glass, and that’s slow. It’ll reach an equilibrium temperature well over one hundred degrees Celsius.”

I nod. “And at that temperature you can enrich Astrophage.”

“Yes.”

“But it would be ridiculously slow,” I said. “If you had a one-square-meter box and ideal weather conditions… say, one thousand watts per square meter of solar energy…”

“It’s about half a microgram per day,” he said. “Give or take.”

“That’s a far cry from ‘a thousand kilograms’ per day.”

He smiled. “It’s just a matter of how many square meters you make of it.”

“You’d need two trillion square meters to get a thousand kilograms per day.”

“The Sahara Desert is nine trillion square meters.”

My jaw dropped open.

“That went by fast,” said Stratt. “Explain.”

“Well,” I said. “He wants to pave a chunk of the Sahara Desert with blackpanels. Like… a quarter of the entire Sahara Desert!”

“It’d be the biggest thing ever made by humanity,” he said. “It’d be starkly visible from space.”

I glared at him. “And it would destroy the ecology of Africa and probably Europe.”

“Not as much as the coming ice age will.”

Stratt held up her hand. “Dr. Grace. Would it work?”

I fidgeted. “Well, I mean… it’s a sound concept. But I don’t know if it’s even possible to implement. This isn’t like making a building or a road. We’re talking about literally trillions of these things.”

Redell leaned in. “That’s why I designed the blackpanels to be made entirely out of foil, glass, and ceramics. All materials we have plenty of here on Earth.”

“Wait,” I said. “How do the Astrophage breed in this scenario? Your blackpanels will enrich them, sure, and they’ll be breed-ready. But there are a bunch of steps they need to go through when they breed.”