Chapters (90)
- Title Page
- Enter the SF Gateway …
- Contents
- Author Note
- PROLOGUE: TRANSCRIPT
- IDENTITIES
- YEAR 0.005
- EARTHWATCH
- A CHANCE TO DREAM
- MEETING OF MINDS
- GENESIS AND REVELATION
- GRAVE IMAGE
- THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
- MANEUVERING
- BIG SISTER
- THE POWER TO SOOTHE
- YEAR 1.00
- ABOUT TIME
- HAPPY NEW YEAR
- TORN BETWEEN TWO LOVERS
- FROM EACH ACCORDING TO HIS INCLINATIONS
- IN THE DEAD VAST AND MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
- OPTIONS
- DRIFTING
- DIVIDE AND MULTIPLY
- DIONYSUS MEETS GODZILLA
- 10
- DIDN’T SHE RAMBLE?
- YEAR 1.33
- LONG-RANGE PLANS
- NEW BEGINNINGS
- UNTIMELY PLUCKED
- BLUES
- YEAR 1.88
- LABOR-SAVING DEVICE
- FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE TO THE CRADLE
- A MODEST PROPOSAL
- ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN
- ONE PART HARMONY
- TWO PARTS DISCORD
- YEAR 3.21
- LEAVINGS
- REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS PAST
- TRANSLATING
- YEAR 5.71
- WATERSHED, BLOODSHED
- NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD
- A WOMAN OF DISCRIMINATION
- THAT TIME OF YEAR THOU MAYE5T IN ME BEHOLD
- CATEGORIES
- YEAR 6.26
- AULD ACQUAINTANCE
- SOWING, REAPING
- TEMPERAMENT
- BAD SEED
- YEAR 8.36
- HUSBANDRY
- POPULATION EXPLOSION
- YEAR 9.88
- HOMECOMING
- THE BURDENS OF FAITH
- YEAR 11.07
- GROWING PAINS
- LONG-DISTANCE CALL
- FOUR NOVELS
- AGE 55
- IN DREAMS AWAKE
- UP TEMPO
- JUVENILIA
- POOL PARTY
- INTERIM REPORT
- CHANCES
- BE ALL THAT YOU CAN BE
- FINAL APPROACH
- AGE 56
- DAY ZERO
- FIRST CONTACT
- LETTER ‘HOME
- HOUSEKEEPING
- AGE 57
- SETTLING, UNSETTLING
- THE HUNT
- FINAL EXAM
- AGE 100
- Website
- Also by Joe Haldeman
- Dedication
- EPILOGUE
- Author Bio
- Copyright
| O’HARA: | Something new every day. |
| PURCELL: | Vacuum seal. Security. They just turned it on yesterday. |
| O’HARA: | Oh. That’s why I had to leave my ring. |
| PURCELL: | Not that metal detectors would stop some of the engineers. I understand they can make a recorder that only has a few micrograms of metal in it. |
| You left yours behind? | |
| O’HARA: | The recorder? Yes … and I erased our earlier conversation. After listening to it a couple of times. |
| PURCELL: | Good. Then I take it you are willing to embrace our, shall we say, institutionalized tradition of duplicity? |
| O’HARA: | Not embrace it. I will keep your secret, of course. Whether I can become part of it, I’m not sure. |
| PURCELL: | How could you not? That’s like reaching puberty and deciding against it. You can’t go back. |
| O’HARA: | I can go sideways. |
| PURCELL: | Get out of politics? |
| O’HARA: | There are a few other things I can do. |
| PURCELL: | That would surprise me. Surprise the Evaluation Board, too. |
| O’HARA: | The Board makes mistakes. The one in New New did, and they had ten times as many people to choose from. |
| PURCELL: | Granted. |
| Is there anything I can clear up for you, then? Anything to put your mind at ease about this … unpleasant reality? | |
| O’HARA: | You could satisfy my curiosity about some things. |
Purcell nods almost imperceptibly. O’Hara sits down across from him, stiff.
| O’HARA: | Does everyone in the Cabinet know about your little … tradition? |
| PURCELL: | Not yet. As you just said, we’ve had to draw candidates from a limited pool. Some are still being evaluated. |
| O’HARA: | But my husbands do know. |
| PURCELL: | And have for some time, of course. Both of them have argued your case since well before Launch. I, among others, wanted to see how well you handled that particular stress, first. |
| O’HARA: | It’s far from being the most stressful thing that’s ever happened to me. |
| PURCELL: | Granted. But I wasn’t there for the others. |
O’Hara leans back a few degrees, which makes her look even less relaxed. She can’t hide the anger in her voice.