The Cassiopeia Chronicles

The Cassiopeia Chronicles

Maxwell Pearl

Published by Ursa Minor Publishing

Copyright 2022 Maxwell Pearl

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Preface to this edition

The Right Asteroid

Chapter 1: New Bureau Chief

Chapter 2: To Mars

Chapter 3: The Right Asteroid

Chapter 4: A New Life

Chapter 5: The Arrival

Chapter 6: Approach

Chapter 7: Contact

Chapter 8: Mars Revolts

Chapter 9: Resolution

The Saturn Moon

Prologue

Chapter 1: Artifacts

Chapter 2: Mysteries

Chapter 3: The Mission

Chapter 4: Zoetrope

Chapter 5: Betrayal

Chapter 6: Contact

Chapter 7: The Kurool and The Zeloso

Preface to this edition

I wrote these two novels starting 10 years ago. I was a different person and a different writer then. I removed them from sale when I changed my name and gender, because I didn’t want novels with my old name still being sold. But I didn’t want these novels to just die on my hard drive.

So here is the compendium of the first two novels. There is one last novel, which I have an idea of in my head, but I have no idea whether or when it will be finished. These two have been slightly changed and edited. The main character’s name and gender has changed. In the original, her name is Max, short for Maxine (the name obviously had to change.) In this version, zir name is Sam, short for Samantha. There are also copy edits and better language and such.

The Right Asteroid

Chapter 1.

New Bureau Chief

Sam, April 2105

Approaching Strelix Station, Sam. The voice of Sam’s AI spoke, bringing Sam to attention. It was time for a break. Ze’d been asteroid hunting for months, without any luck, and it was time for zir to get some rest before ze lost all hope. Besides, ze needed supplies.

Ze wondered whether Sky was on station right now; it would be good to see her. Even though Sam did well without any human contact for a long time, it would be nice to spend time with someone who knew zir well. And Sky was always good company.

Sam pushed some icons on zir comm panel. Sam Julian, here, calling Strelix station, request docking permission.

Permission granted. Docking bay 25B.

Affirmative. To her AI ze said, Got that, Jane?

Yes, Sam. Adjusting attitude and direction now. Homing beacons activated. We’ll be docked in six point five minutes.

When ze first bought the AI, ze decided to name it, although most people thought that was kind of creepy. AIs weren't supposed to have a personality, but sometimes ze suspected this one did. Anyway, ze liked using a name.

Sam just let Jane fly the ship as ze was thinking about zir short shore leave. Ze could only afford a week. Ze didn’t have enough money left to pay for more than that and resupply.

Sam had become a solo asteroid hunter about five years ago, after spending ten long years employed by Strelix, Inc., crewing a number of ships. They were the largest asteroid hunting corporation that existed. Ze'd spent nothing, and saved everything, even shore leave allowances, so that ze could lease a ship of zir own someday, and go solo. Ze didn't want to build a company to compete with Strelix, ze just wanted the freedom to explore on zir own, and reap all of the rewards. Ze learned over time, that it also meant taking on all of the risk.

Ze'd found one small asteroid early on, and it was only moderately successful, the asteroid miners ze'd sold it to refused to take a flat fee; they only wanted to give her a percentage. It turned out to be a C-type asteroid, mostly carbon, with only a little bit of magnesium, iron, and other trace minerals. It paid for itself, finally, at least.

Ze went for a year without a decent find. Ze remembered how lean that year was, and how close things got. Ze then had several mediocre finds, one complete dud, then, a good solid find. But that had been almost 2 years ago. If ze didn’t find a good asteroid soon, ze wouldn’t have enough Yuan left for payments on the ship. In a few months of that, her ship would be repo’d. Ze would do everything ze could to avoid that fate.

Ze loved her ship. Ze looked around at it for a moment. Ze found the space cozy, even though many would find it cramped. It had small cockpit, with only one seat. There was a work area, with a workstation, and all of the equipment Sam needed to take samples and gather the data that would provide information for the mining ships who would buy asteroids from zir. The ship had a small living area, with a tiny galley, and a dining space for one, with a bunk that folded up at night. Ze dreamed one day that maybe ze'd upgrade to one of the faster explorer class ships—maybe one that spun for gravity. Not much more space, but more oomph to help find better asteroids.

The mild shudder of the ship that meant it was docked brought Sam out of zir reverie. Ze could feel the increased gravity from the spin of the station.

Jane, docking sequence please.

Yes, Sam.

Sam got up from the seat and walked back to get zir stuff. Ze climbed up the ladder to the top docking door, engaged the airlock, and climbed up to the embarkation area for bay 25B. Ze closed and locked the door, hefted zir bag, and walked to the hostel.

After ze’d checked in, and unpacked zir meager belongings, ze checked zir tablet to see whether Sky was on station. She was. Ze sent a message to Sky and got back a brief message in return. I’m leaving the station in a few hours. Come over before I go.

Sam got up, left the hostel, and walked the corridors to Sky’s place, on the other side of the station. Sam stopped in front of Sky’s door and pushed the doorbell icon.

God it’s good to see you Sam! Sky’s arms were wide when the door opened, and Sam fell into Sky’s embrace. They hugged for a while.

Glad I came when I did. It would have been a bummer to have missed you this time.

Sam followed Sky into her quarters.

Want a beer?

Sure. Sky threw Sam an aluminum bottle. Strelix beer was barely palatable, only really worth it for the alcoholic content.

How the hell are you, Sam?

Alright, I guess. But things are lean. I haven’t found an asteroid in far too long. It won’t be long before my ship gets repossessed.

Sam, let me loan you some money.

Thanks Sky, but I’ll be OK.

You’ll wait until you are completely desperate, won’t you?

Sky...

I know you, Sam. You don’t ask for help from your friends enough.

I try to be independent.

You try too hard. Anyway, you know it’s there when you need it.

Thanks, Sky. So how are you? Where are you off to?

I’m shuttling the CEO of Strelix to Mars.

Wow. Why?

They are trying to negotiate some new contracts, but things are getting sticky. Mars is itching for independence, and that’s the last thing Strelix wants.

Mars isn’t going to get independence in either of our lifetimes, Sky. SolGov won’t allow it.

I’m not so sure of that, Sam. I’ve been hearing some interesting rumbles, and if Strelix is worried, something real is happening.

Well, keep me posted. If I go completely broke, I might rather end up on Mars than on the Moon again.

Sam, work with me. We’d hire you.

Strelix would never hire me back, Sky, and I rejected the pilot’s union’s offer a while ago, so I’m screwed there, too.

You’ll be fine, my friend. I know you. You always end up doing alright.

Tina, April 2105

The low voice of her AI indicating that it was time to get up pulled Tina out of a dream. As she opened her eyes, she struggled to remember what it was about, but it all slipped away so quickly as the realities of what was ahead of her today came to the fore in her brain. And, as with every morning, all of the extra weight from being on Earth seemed to keep her glued to her bed—she always had to pry herself up, and stumble around at first.

Today, she was covering more hearings on the future of Mars. It was ridiculous, really. SolGov wanted to control all of the Solar system, but that was, for practical reasons, impossible. It took many days to get from Earth to Mars, and it wasn’t even possible to have a synchronous conversation between the two planets. The Mars governor and the now 500,000-plus people who lived in the six colonies on Mars wanted much more autonomy. Now, Earth needed Mars far more than Mars needed Earth, but Earth-centered SolGov could not admit it. Mars had ample water, energy, and finally, Mars had become self-sustaining in food and manufacturing. Mars had the scientists it needed to start their terraforming project in earnest. Those scientists predicted that within 200 years, Mars could be habitable across the whole surface, without domes. After that, all bets were off.

She slowly got up out of bed and went to the shower. She thought more about her current work as the hot water flowed over her body, warming her to the core, and energizing her so she didn’t feel so heavy. She was beginning to realize she was somewhat obsessed with Mars. She had been given the Mars beat by her boss mostly because none of her other colleagues wanted it. As one of the newest members of the SolGov reporting team, she got the assignments no one else wanted. Everyone wanted to get to be part of Volkov’s press corps. If not, then one of the high-end governors, like Xien of China, Harrison of the US, or Grendel of Germany. If not those, then they wanted to cover the Solar Senate, where the city-state of Monaco had the same number of representatives as Mars.

But no one else at the Times wanted to show up at hearing after hearing about Mars governance. Except her. She hadn’t wanted to do it at first, but after a while, she had become fascinated by it. She was intrigued by the problems the Mars colonies faced, interested in the issues involved in immigration, and engaged by the relationship between Earth and Mars. At one point, she wished she could go to Mars to see it and see what it was like to live there. It was at that moment that she finally understood her long lost ex-, Sam.

She got out of the shower and started to dry off. As she went through the rest of her morning ablutions, she thought about Sam. Sam had been her first lover, and Tina thought of Sam as The One Who Got Away. Tina had been born on the Moon, her grandparents being early settlers in the first permanent colony on the moon that allowed families to settle in the early 60’s. At the time she met Sam, she had been working as an administrator at the same mining company, before she started her journalism career. Their relationship lasted until Sam decided to leave the Moon and head for the asteroid belt. Tina had always wanted to move to Earth, but it was no use trying to convince Sam to join her. That Sam, who liked spending days out in a Moon rover scouting for good sites to get more of this or that mineral. The Sam who she knew was right now out finding the right asteroid. She shook her head as she got dressed. Her AI started to speak.

"You have an incoming synchronous message from the Times editorial desk. Shall I put it through?"

Tina wondered what it could be about. She hurriedly finished putting on her jacket.

Yes, please.

She walked over to her wall screen and the image of her boss’ boss appeared. Even though the original family that had owned the company that used to be a newspaper was long gone, somehow, this strait-laced, upper-crust Manhattan born-and-bred editor reminded her of someone who might belong to that family. She remembered how surprised she was that it turned out that he was the great-grandson of old rock and roll stars.

Ms. Fiorici, I’d very much like to talk with you in person.

Sir, the Mars hearings…

This takes precedence. Please come to my office. When can you arrive?

Her AI flashed a tentative schedule in the lower right-hand corner of her wall screen. There was a shuttle to New York she could grab in about five hours, and she’d be there first thing the next morning.

I can be there by 9 AM tomorrow.

I’ll see you then. Oh, and pack all of your things. You aren’t going back to Beijing, at least not for a while.

She tried to hide her surprise. Will do. His picture disappeared.

There were only two things that this could mean: a promotion, or she was fired. The latter was rather unlikely—she’d been headhunted for the job at the Times after having spent years on the government beats of smaller operations. The Times was a plum job—journalists had vied for positions there for hundreds of years. All of her performance reviews had been stellar. Besides, one’s boss’ boss didn’t fire you in person. An email or call from your boss would do fine. So what could he possibly be promoting her to? She had been on the Mars beat for three years now. She didn’t want to be an editor; she liked her job. She also knew there weren’t any editor positions even open. Her colleagues kept track, and she’d have heard about it by now.

She put away her questions and packed her things. She hadn’t brought much with her to Beijing this time—these Mars hearings were only supposed to go for another two weeks. She was happy that she’d get to sleep the next night in her own bed. She put her clothes haphazardly in her bags—she’d just put them in the laundry when she got home.

When she was done packing, she sat at the desk, logged into her work task list, and saw that it was completely empty. Last night, it had four requests in it. A request for a summary article about the major sticking points around the Mars proposals for autonomy in the realm of immigration, a research request for an opinion page editor about the terraforming project, and a couple of other requests she couldn’t remember at the moment. They were all gone. So she whiled away her time reading the latest news, catching up on what was happening in the City, messaging some friends she’d neglected that she’d be home for a while. She even spent some time on WayBack checking up on some old acquaintances. Nothing from Sam in ages. She wasn’t surprised. Sam was never one to spend much time doing that sort of thing. Tina thought the last status message she saw from Sam on WayBack was years ago about some asteroid.

She said to her AI, Please send a check-out message to the front desk, prepare my home system, and remove yourself from this matrix.

Commencing.

The standard welcome message for the hotel’s matrix now replaced her own AIs custom screen. A bell chimed at her door, and Tina opened it, and saw a luggage cart making its way towards her. It stopped a few feet from her, and she lifted her luggage onto it. She was glad they had those things—she was generally unable to carry her own luggage. It proceeded ahead of her quickly, and she made her way to the elevator. When she got outside the lobby, she and her luggage were reunited for the taxi ride to the airport.

Getting from Beijing to New York was pretty easy these days—a nonstop hypersonic flight took only a few hours. She’d be gaining time on the way, and at least for a few hours of the day, she’d be completely functional. On the flight, she obsessively perused the news, especially from the MetaNews sites, looking for possible clues to why she was called in. She landed at JFK, sent her bags home by courier, and took a taxi to the office. When she got to the suite where her boss’ boss’ office was, she was ushered into his office immediately by his assistant.

She sat down, and he immediately told her what he had in mind.

Tina sat looking at him, and she was sure that even though her mouth actually wasn’t open, he could see her jaw drop to the floor.

"Mars? You actually want me to do the Mars government beat… on Mars?"

Actually, you won’t be doing the Mars government beat. You’ll be doing the Mars beat—all of it.

I’m confused.

We are promoting you to run the Mars bureau.

But there isn’t a Mars bureau.

He smiled. There is now.

She was astonished. And honored. "What prompted this change? The Times has always been very Earth-focused."

We have decided that is a mistake. There has been a lot happening on Mars lately, between the sounds that the Mars government is making about autonomy, to the insistence of Mars educational institutions to have their own accreditation system. There’s so much going on, we want to make sure there is someone there on the ground.

I don’t know what to say besides thank you for this opportunity, and yes, I’ll do it. She could hardly believe what was coming out of her mouth. Do I get some assistance?

Yes, we’re sending you one junior journalist, and one imager. Tina remembered that before this meeting, she was a junior journalist.

Do I get to state my preferences?

You have some? We haven’t made any offers as of yet.

Yes. Joseph Dunnely has done an amazing imaging job—and he’s unusual in that he does 2D and 3D, still and moving, all really well.

Sounds reasonable. He’s been working with you a lot, and he’s done some work on Mars.

Yes. And for the journalist, I’d suggest Ama Shabazz. She’s smart, has been working on the Moon beat for a while, and I think this would be a good stretch for her. And we work well together.

He nodded his head. OK, I’ll add them to my list, and I’ll let you know what happens. I want you on the next possible ship to Mars. You’ll have an assignment list probably before you leave.

He rose and stuck out his hand. Clearly, she was being dismissed. She rose as well and shook his hand.

Good luck, Ms. Fiorici.

Thank you, sir.

She walked out of the room, and for a moment didn’t quite know what to do. Ah, she thought. Go home, do laundry, pack, and figure out when the next Mars ship is leaving VirginGalactic One.

Chapter 2:

To Mars

Lodan, April 2105

Today was the day. Lodan woke up, feeling warm in her blankets, but she knew that it was bitter cold in her room. She relaxed in the warmth of body and blanket until she just couldn't anymore, and pulled the covers back, looking around. The glass of water on the end table had a layer of ice on the top, and there was frost in all of the windows. It was, so far, the warmest winter in the last 20 years, but the temperature hadn't gotten above twenty below zero in a week.

She hurriedly got up, put her slippers on, and threw on the coat she had next to the bed. She walked to the living room and turned on the geothermal heat. After a while, she could begin to feel a little heat from the floor. Soon the whole cabin would be warm.

As her brain started to thaw, she thought more about what was in store for her today. The application for the new Mars colony had been an arduous process, but she was happy that it had come close to the end.

A few years ago, she'd relocated from Phoenix, Arizona to Massachusetts, where they were trying some re-settlement. Living here had been much more difficult than she'd imagined—the mini-ice-age brought on by the shut-down of the Gulf Stream fifty years ago was just beginning to thaw, but the living was still difficult. The growing season was so short that only the hardiest vegetables, like potatoes and kale, could be grown outside. The rest of the crops had to be grown inside greenhouses. She was living with a few people in a compound, where they grew what they could and bred hardier and hardier varieties of crops to deal with the cold. They were working to rebuild so that people could begin to relocate out of the crowded southern part of the country.

She was nervous. She'd done great work over the past few years, but somehow, she didn’t quite believe she'd be chosen. The new Mars colony was at Stage Three. There were greenhouses, lots of domes, and enough resources that a reasonably sized colony could begin the work of becoming self-sustaining. The earlier Mars colonies had been a success, and they’d even set up a university there. But this new one, in a totally new area of Mars was designed to try new techniques and begin the true terraforming process.

She realized she was running out of time—she needed to catch the next bullet train to Washington, DC. As she gathered her things, said her goodbyes, and walked out of the entrance to the group of dwellings, she knew that she was unlikely to return here. Either she'd make it into the program, or she'd return to Phoenix, and take the standing job offer at FoodTechSystems that had been waiting for her for the last few years. There weren’t any other jobs in space for agronomists—the ones on the current colonies or the Moon colonies were all taken.

After the train ride, she walked into the Mars Settlement office. She looked around at the people who were in the waiting room. One man sitting in the corner looked like he'd just come off of a construction site—he wore dusty carpenter pants and a heavy jacket. Another man was wearing a suit that didn’t quite fit; it looked like it might be borrowed. She knew that many people in desperate straits were vying for the new colony. The avenues to get into the established colonies from Earth were few and far between if you didn’t have connections or a lot of education or expertise.

She walked up to the desk where a young woman with dark hair and bright yellow shining contact lenses looked up at her.

Hello. Do you have an appointment?

Yes. My name is Lodan Greenfellow.

Just one moment please....

About 30 seconds later, a tall, uniformed man approached the desk from behind, and signaled to follow him. Lodan walked around the desk, and into his office.

Please, Lodan, have a seat. I'm Lieutenant Bob Jordan. He pointed to the chair in front of his desk. She sat down. He fiddled with his tablet, and then looked at Lodan.

You've been approved for the new Mars Colony. That felt like a surprise to her.

Wow, I'm glad to hear that. Thanks! I thought there would be a few more steps in the process.

No more steps. We really need your expertise on Mars, now. And we’re very sure of you.

She nodded, although she was sure her surprise showed. OK … what's next?

You need to have a briefing with Mission Commander Kelley. He'll fill you in on the details of the new colony mission. Then, you’ll get on the next ship heading out—it’s leaving tomorrow from VG1. There is something you should know, though.

What's that?

He paused, as if weighing carefully what he was going to say.

The colony is in a lot of trouble.

What kind of trouble?

It’s hard to explain... I’m not sure even I understand it. The crops are failing.

She gulped and nodded. This might be even harder than living in the new ice age.

He picked up a tablet sitting on his desk, and touched it a few times, and then began to speak.

Commander Kelley, Lodan is here. She’s ready to ship out with you to Mars. Are you ready?

A slightly tinny voice come out of the tablet. OK. I’m just finishing up my briefings with the brass. I’ll be over in about 20 minutes to pick her up.

He looked up at her. You heard that?

Lodan nodded. He got up from his desk and showed her out of his office. He pointed to some seats toward the back of the outside office. Please wait there. Do you need anything? Coffee? Water?

No, thanks, I’m fine.

Alrighty then. It was nice to meet you. Good luck on Mars.

Thank you, Lieutenant. He shook Lodan’s hand and went back into his office. The woman with the contact lenses seemed to be looking at her with some sympathy.

Lodan sat down and decided that it would be a good idea if she could find information about the current status of the new Mars colony. She hadn’t heard anything about trouble, and she wondered how much of this was still secret. She took out her tablet and gave her AI instructions for what to look for.

After the first few articles the AI indicated she should read, she could tell that the situation was still secret. The most recent article about the colony suggested that they had delayed emigration of non-expert families, which was telling, but there were no details about what prompted that delay. The absence of information about the new agricultural development processes was also telling. Taken together, this was pretty indicative to Lodan that there were some serious problems.

Lodan kept reading, and then got absorbed in reading a recent scientific article which investigated approaches used for growing warm-weather crops on Mars, when a voice surprised her.

Lodan Greenfellow, I presume.

Lodan looked up to see a tall man, with a dark and wizened face, a grey mustache, and a broad smile looking at her.

I’ll bet you’re reading the latest data from Mars, yes? You don’t seem the type to pass the time on WayBack.

Lodan couldn’t help but smile. She instantly liked Commander Kelley. She got up and extended her hand. Commander Kelly, nice to meet you.

Please, call me Josh. Everyone up in the new colony does. Let’s get going, I’m finally ready to get off this rock. I’ve been missing Mars, and briefing the brass kept my interest only so long.

He turned, and she followed him out after hurriedly shoving her tablet into her bag. He stepped around a small vehicle, just large enough for two, and opened the trunk, indicating where to put her bags. They both got in.

He spoke to the AI in the vehicle’s dashboard. Dulles Space Port.

Berth?

20.

Acknowledged. Approximate arrival time, 15:20.

The car started to move and joined the traffic heading toward the expressway.

I’ve been following your work in the Northern Resettlement Project for quite some time—even before you applied to join the new colony. I’ve been quite impressed by your applications of ancient agricultural techniques to solve modern problems. I’ve been especially interested in your anthropological approaches that include applying strategies of older civilizations to current agricultural problems.

Thanks. I appreciate that—but to be honest, I’m not at all certain that ancient Earth agricultural techniques, or anthropology are going to help on the colony.

Well, you’ll get a chance to be the judge of that, once you’ll go through some of our data… and findings. These are findings we have not released to the public.

I noticed you delayed emigration.

Yes, we did. We have about 100 families on Earth that were slated to come with us on this trip, as well as several hundred from other colonies on Mars. Of course, they are not at all happy. But there isn’t anything we can do about it, for now.

So, what’s going wrong?

I’d like to wait until we get underway, so I can show everyone coming up with us all of the data we’ve got. I’m also pretty careful what we say here on Earth—this information can’t become public.

Lodan nodded, but she couldn’t for the life of her imagine what could be that big of a deal. Everyone knew that the efforts to terraform Mars were going to be risky, and not necessarily generate the results wanted. And the new techniques they were trying out were certainly theoretically sound, but if they failed, there were other well-established techniques already available on Mars.

The first colonies on Mars had been quite successful. The greenhouses had worked well, and the combination of water transported from the poles, mining for minerals and using solar power had made those colonies self-sustaining in a matter of a few years. They had begun to raise chickens and goats in some colonies.

But building out more colony space was extremely expensive, and VirginMars had expended a lot of capital to get the initial colonies going. No other corps wanted to take the risk of starting new colonies, so SolGov had to. Earth was too crowded, especially since the mini-ice age that had made all of Northern Europe, all of Canada, and a swath of the United States about 300 miles south of the Canadian border into barely habitable lands.

The good thing was that the mini-ice age, which came upon the world relatively quickly, had been enough to get everyone extremely serious about dealing with global climate change. The Gulf Stream was eventually re-started with a gargantuan global effort, and the predictions were that in another 15 years or so, those regions would be back to the climate they had been in the 18th century.

Lodan was jarred out of her reverie by the car slowing down, ready to enter the spaceport gate. Josh opened his window, and flashed his ID to the guard, who waved them through. The car made a right turn, and eventually pulled up in front of a squat metal building that almost looked temporary.

OK, let’s go.

Lodan knew the drill. The ship going to Mars was in orbit, and this would be a short shuttle trip to dock with VirginGalactic One, the space station that served as a space dock for most ships leaving the Earth orbit, on the way to the Moon, Mars, Ganymede and a dozen other colonies, as well as the numerous asteroid mining and transport craft coming and going. Lodan had once been to VirginGalactic One on her way to the Moon.

Several hours later, Lodan was stowing her gear in the small closet next to her bunk, inside the quarters she was sharing with four others on their way to Mars. There was a group orientation meeting before they were to undock from VG1. She walked down to the large conference room. The personnel from the Colony had commandeered a chunk of the transport going to Mars, including some of the nicest meeting space. They had, thankfully, started spinning the habitat ring, which had settled her stomach. During the shuttle ride up, and the transfer from VG1 to the ship, there had been several segments of time at zero-g. She hated zero-g.

Commander Kelly was speaking. "Welcome to the Acheron, everyone. Now I’m going to give you an idea of how we’ll be spending our time during the 15 days we’ve got to get to Mars."

"We’ve sent everyone a full brief—it’s hundreds of pages of data. I know it will take you a while to process. There are two important pieces of information to focus on. First, we have been unable to grow anything, except plants that are kept in sterile, hydroponic environments. There is something toxic in the processed regolith that we cannot identify, but it prevents seeds from sprouting, and seedlings die after several days. The regolith has been processed the way we’ve been doing it on Mars for years, to eliminate perchlorate, acidify it, and add nutrients. All analyses of this processed regolith suggests no presence of anything toxic to plants that we can find.

Second, and probably most important, is the discovery of artifacts in caves at this new site. There are photographs and details in your briefings, and I don’t want to begin to discuss these until you’ve fully brought yourselves up to speed on what we’ve found. It is our current theory that these two things are connected somehow—we just don't know how yet."

There was a lot of murmuring, and Lodan decided to be one of the first to head out and find a comfortable place to sit and read all of this material. She found her way to one of the living rooms, with comfy chairs and a large view screen showing earth. It was nice to get to see Earth while they were slowly pulling out of orbit. They wouldn’t start seriously accelerating for another few hours. She sat down on a chair, and started to take out her tablet, but she was interrupted by someone speaking in front of her.

Hi there, my name is Michael.

Lodan looked up, to see a young-looking man with a small goatee smiling at her. She thought that his eyes belied the young look of his face—Lodan bet he was quite a bit older than he looked. She smiled and waved.

Hello. I’m Lodan.

Hi Lodan. Where are you from?

Originally, Utah and Arizona, but I spent the last 3 years in Massachusetts.

He smiled, even more broadly if that were possible. I just got back from Minnesota.

She groaned. I did my best to avoid Minnesota and North Dakota. Massachusetts was bad enough.

I was low man on the totem pole, so I took what was offered.

Well, not many people wanted to be part of the resettlement program—it takes a certain kind of person…

Yup, like the kind who will fly headlong into a new troubled Mars colony.

Michael seemed her sort of person. He came to sit down on a chair next to hers, facing Earth.

So, what’s your specialty, Michael?

I’m an anthropologist. My major role in the resettlement program, besides chopping wood and carrying water, was to do ethnographic studies of people’s accommodation process to situations like that.

Oh, you’re Michael Gerald!

You know my work?

I do! I’m an agronomist by training, but I have a very serious interest in anthropology, and I have used anthropological research to apply ancient agricultural methods to modern situations. I came across your study of The Holdouts. It was fascinating.

I loved doing that research—well, except the months inside my RV. Good thing it had been specially built to withstand the cold! I was amazed how these folks had managed to eke out a living and stay in the areas that never saw spring. I could never have spent my life in perpetual winter.

Lodan nodded. It was hard enough living up there after the warming started. I can’t even imagine dealing with a winter way below zero all the time, and summers barely breaking the freezing point during the day.

It’s hard for me to leave Earth. I love it, even in its extremes. My contract is only for three years. After that, I decided I’d go back to Minnesota. I bought some land already.

Cheap, I’m sure.

"It was when I bought it, 15 years ago. I