Eden Misbehaving Ch 01
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"It is, Tabs, but it is a burden you have to bear, if you are to be trusted with other important matters later in life."
"Understood. Wow! Penny getting married!"
"Perhaps, Tabs. It is all at the "depends" stage. Now, can you back off with your questions; questions I cannot answer?"
"Yes, sir. I will stop, and keep things to myself. Thank you for trusting me. I won't let you down. Penny, wow!" She halted her enthusiasm. "Does this mean I can't speak to Penny about her wanting to marry you?"
"That is a tricky one for me, Tabs. Can I suggest that you don't come straight out with it? Perhaps suggest that the way she has been acting, it was almost as if she wanted to become another wife of John. That way, you leave it to her as to how much she wants to reveal. You could promise to not talk about it, if it is true, to protect her from gossip."
"That sounds okay, Dad." She hesitated. "Dad? How do you manage to come up with these solutions? You always seem to know what to say, and how to say it."
"Tabs, believe it or not, but it all goes back to my schooldays. Two of my school friends, who are coming to visit us shortly, reminded me that I had a nickname as "the organiser" at school. I was often the volunteer to be the organising secretary of a club - chess, music, literary, or sports. I couldn't tell you why now, but at the time, I enjoyed being involved that way.
"Thinking back, perhaps it was my way to be seen as socially acceptable, or possibly socially responsible, for my father was a working man, not from the upper echelons of society. Maybe it was just my own personal makeup, wanting to do such things. As it happened, it has led to me being a capable administrator, which ended up with me being appointed as Governor of this colony. I did a management degree at university, which helped as well.
"Anyway, why are we talking about me and my career? We should be talking about you and your career.
"I think we have Penny working towards being an economist – a useful talent even if she does get married. What do you think you should be doing in the way of a career? Something associated with chemistry?"
"Dad – I am only fourteen! Give me a chance."
"Tabs, this is the age when you should be thinking about your future. Do you just want to be a wife and mother, or do you see yourself doing grander things? Many careers could help the colony expand and prosper. You could be part of that. You could still be a wife and mother as well, if you wanted."
"What? With you?"
"No, silly. I wasn't thinking like that, just in general terms."
"But if Penny could do that, so could I."
"Not a good idea to think that way, at fourteen, Tabs."
"You just told me I should be thinking about my future, Dad."
"Well, not in that way, my girl. I have enough on my hands with Penny. Don't make things more difficult for me, please."
"All right, then. I'll not bother you with that sort of thing until I am much older. How old was Gloria when you married her?"
"Eighteen."
"There you are then. We can talk about this when I am nearer eighteen."
"I am happy to postpone such talk until that age, Tabs. You will have found a boy you are madly in love with, by then, I am sure, and you will see me as an old man, twenty years older than you." John stood up and gently escorted Tabs from his study, ending the conversation.
At his office next day, John was faced with the lack of an environmentalist. He rang Bob Kempe at Rehome, and put his problem to Bob. Bob was not amused.
"John, you keep 'borrowing' people from me, and I seldom see them back. What do you want an environmentalist for?"
"At its simplest, to make sure the native animals and plants get the living conditions appropriate to them."
"And how is that determined?"
"Observing them in their natural conditions, where we find them, and duplicating that situation as near as possible in captivity."
"Yes, and does anyone have that basic knowledge already?"
"No, but an expert would be the person to get to that point."
"John, define 'an expert'".
"Well, I suppose I mean someone expert in the subject."
"I agree, but when the subject is animals we don't know, there can be no pre-existing expert. One has to be created, from scratch."
"Then what kind of graduate do we need for that task? A zoologist?"
"Perhaps. But I was thinking; why not create your own expertise? Train up someone to be a New Eden environmentalist, or a New Eden zoologist."
"You know we don't have a university, Bob. For that matter, you are only now starting your own university. Should we perhaps import one or two of your more promising students, to study the flora and fauna of New Eden? I suppose they would be exobiologists or something."
"I am up for that, John. I think it would be great, to create our own expertise in a new subject; one that Earth has never seen. It may take some time to find suitable candidates and persuade them of the opportunity such research offers."
"Wait, though, Bob. Students don't study just for the sake of getting a degree. They study to start a career in the subject, don't they? Most of them, anyway. Where is the work for them in the future?"
"John, at the rate The Personalia are finding planets suitable for human colonisation, I suspect that the career opportunities are going to throw themselves at the graduates. Every new planet will need at least one exobiologist to examine it for dangers and economic choices."
"O.k. Assume we start a course in the subject. Who teaches it?"
"In the first year or two, it is inevitable that the students will teach themselves in their specialism. They can start on Rehome, learning the basics of scientific research: how to study an unknown biology, collect and examine the facts, how to draw conclusions and develop theories; how to test these conclusions and come up with definitive, reproducible, results.
"I expect that most of the first year of university is going to be like that: preparation for the nitty-gritty of research. You are going to have to muddle through for a year until we can get the students to the point where they can be useful for you.
"What did you say you had for staffing your research station? One or two people?"
"A couple of biologists, one botanist, and we have what is in effect a zoo-keeper to look after the animals and plants housed at the station."
Bob hummed and hawed for a moment, then declared, "Your scientists are not going to want to collect facts for next year's students. They will want to embark on their own studies, probably concentrating on a specific species or genus. Your zookeeper is going to have to be the one to amass data for the students to use later."
"Bob, that guy is currently a labourer, building rail track."
"So? Einstein spent years as an examiner in the Swiss patent office; as boring a job as I could imagine!"
"But this guy is anti-academia. Einstein was a maths graduate by then."
"Some people have the brains but don't use them. If he shows talents, let him exploit that talent, John."
"Very well, I'll look into that, Bob. Beggars can't be choosers, as they say. Please make a start on your exobiology course, for me, if nothing else."
"Leave it to me, John. I'll kick-start it, giving a grant to those who take up the course. It makes me think that The Personalia might consider supporting some technical courses. If rich numbskulls can endow university chairs, why not clever and rich Personalia? Thanks for the idea, John. Goodbye, old friend."
John Wells was perplexed. Bob Kempe seemed to think that just because you wanted a thing to happen, it would. Life was not so beneficent in reality.
He looked up the file of Hubert Swanson, in despair. The labourer's file said that he had left school with good passes in zoology, botany, mathematics, physics and chemistry, and also music!
Now John was even more confused. If the guy had so many good passes, why hadn't he gone to university? It did not make sense. He delved deeper into the file, looking for answers.
He found that Hubert's parents were low-level workers. His father had been a railway signalman: fairly well paid, but not enough to send a child to university, and not after his father was killed by a shunting engine. His mother was a railway cleaner, working on passenger carriages.
Hubert was sent out by his mother to earn cash for the family, instead of continuing his studies. He could never go to university, while better-off families could send their children to university to study anything they felt like. It provided the perfect chip on the shoulder: academics were rich people who cared little for poor people. Therefor academics were to be hated. Q.E.D. (the Latin phrase quod erat demonstrandum – meaning, which was therefore demonstrated.)
John thought carefully, looking for a solution to his problems. Aaron Yakovlev had interviewed Hubert. Perhaps he had noticed some fact that might help. He called him.
"Aaron, could I ask you to come see me at a time convenient to yourself, to talk about Hubert Swanson, and what was said at the interview?"
"Sure, why not? Five o 'clock today? That's when I get off my work."
"O.K., my office, five p.m., Aaron."
At that time, the pair got together, and talked about Hubert. Aaron started them off.
"Hubert is a non-achiever, because he could never attain his dream. Everything else was second-rate to him, so any achievers were to be derided – mainly because they did things that were denied to him."
John put that into perspective.
"Hubert attained a whole bunch of good school results; enough to go to university, but his family could not afford such education."
Aaron: "Hubert has a large chip on his shoulder, and bad-mouths all academics he encounters."
John: "Hubert could have been an academic himself, but it was denied him."
Aaron: "Hubert had a dream of becoming a zookeeper, but even that job had a requirement of a degree, so he failed there."
John: "We have offered Hubert a zookeeper-equivalent job, which is why he has taken it up. Will he be happy at it?"
Aaron: "Eventually not. He is going to be angry at the academics that will control his job. He wants to be in control of his own destiny."
John: "So we must persuade him that he should become an academic, such that he can turn the practical knowledge he is amassing into a deeper understanding on how the ecology works on New Eden.
The Houston homecoming was everything Meiersdottir had promised. Media coverage was extensive, and the entire staff of Eden Rescue was flown in to join the celebration. As the harrowing story of their narrow escape from the Eden system emerged, MacPherson and to a lesser extent Cromartie found themselves momentarily media darlings, much to their—and especially the captain's—embarrassment. Ironically, Mallet himself was also showered with fulsome praise for his and his agency's role in the...
He neared the river, and selected a hide for himself while he waited. As he sat there quietly, a small version of the sheep-like creature crept out of the forest and headed for the water. Hubert got out his handgun, waiting for it to come close enough for a fatal shot. It ambled closer, passing a bushy shrub, and as it did so, it jerked and then collapsed. A snake, or something very like a snake, slithered out and away from the animal that had disturbed it. Hubert thought, "Luck sometimes...
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Hatred, Meiersdottir mused. Unreasoning hatred. And unreasoning fear, too. How terrible that they drive so much human thinking, and by thinking actions as well. In the two days since the dramatic confrontation in MacPherson's cabin there had been a great deal of activity. First and most immediately, the Ark's course had been righted. The ship had been on the proper trajectory, merely moving far too slowly to reach worm speed in anything like adequate time. But with all of its thrusters...
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"You shall have it, Muriel my dear. I hate to think how much this will set me back, but it was worth it! The dinner is, what, three days from now?" Gloria responded, "Yes, dear. Three days from tonight. The dresses arrived just in time. Now Penny and I need to pick up our necklaces, to set off the dresses." "Necklaces? You have necklaces? I don't remember seeing them." John expressed his doubt. Gloria smiled sweetly. "They are being made for us as we speak, darling. Nothing...
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Igwanda and Meiersdottir walked back to their mini-pavilion, as they had come to call it, in stunned silence. Meier was awake and cranky; "I changed him," Lee said, "but I think he's hungry. Can't help you there." "Thanks, Janet," replied Meiersdottir absently. "I'll take it from here." She took the baby and with practiced movements opened her tunic to give him suckle as Lee left. "Hey, ouch, little man," she said, "just suck gently ... ah, there you go." As the baby fed she...
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Meiersdottir slept fitfully but long in her cabin that night. The trip down to the planet, and especially her excursion into the Edenite nest and the effort she'd put into her presentation to Gagugakhing, had tired her severely; at her age the whole thing had been exhausting. Even so she kept waking, brooding, and then dozing back off. As a result it was nearly noon by the ship's clock when she at last bestirred herself from bed. She showered and dressed and wandered down to the ship's...
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"It's the opportunity we've been waiting for!" Shaw fairly oozed excitement. "Now we can begin to truly interact, to see them in their homes, to really learn about them!" Igwanda noted dourly how the first officer, with no role in the mission other than as pilot, so eagerly used the first person plural to include himself in the ranks of the scientists. But he kept his observation to himself. And it was true that the scientific contingent, down to even the usually stolid Heisinger,...
"I see. Go ahead, then." "Piotr tells me that his pal's Dad – the name of the man is Hubert Swanson, by the way – it seems that he currently is a labourer on the rail track. He is a frustrated man, and takes out his aggression on everyone who has a better-paid job. He tells them that he is just as good as them, but they get better jobs because of their paper qualifications, not because they are better at their jobs. That doesn't endear him to his colleagues at work." John nodded....
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If anything, the pace of that progress was even faster over the next few weeks. The scientists were gathering an immense body of knowledge about both the planet and the aliens themselves. After hearing Meiersdottir's description of the mating process Heisinger and Komosaki were avid for a first-hand view; the Edenites showed no hesitation about allowing them entry to the nest to witness not only that but an actual hatching. "It's unlike anything on Earth," Heisinger reported afterwards....
Time was closing in on their departure from Eden. They'd been at the planet for nearly fourteen Earth months, on the surface for the great majority of that time, and Captain Ziang had set a deadline of only two more weeks before the journey home would have to begin. All the scientists were hurrying to cram as much additional research as possible into the remaining time. Many were already drafting the breakthrough papers they would publish after their return, papers that would forever...
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The Gardener reached worm speed and negotiated the worm transit uneventfully. At the astronomers' request Captain Ziang left the external scanners on for a short while at the beginning of the transit, but the view was only of a featureless void and after a couple of the more agoraphobic members of the crew asked, she turned them off. On-board excitement built quickly as the ship exited its wormhole and began decelerating toward Eden. The astronomers and physicists busied themselves quickly...
The summons she'd expected, from SES Executive Director Eugene Mallet, reached her in her hotel the next morning. Would she please present herself in his office as soon as possible, preferably immediately? She was of course under no obligation to comply. It had been several decades since she was in any way beholden to SES, and they had no authority whatever to command her. But it suited her purposes perfectly to obey the peremptory directive; indeed, had it not arrived promptly she would...
Meiersdottir was true to her word; the following morning the chamber was again full. There'd been a good deal of grumbling about "unnecessary" meetings, but her prestige was such that she'd persuaded even the most recalcitrant among her scientific peers to attend. And, she noted with approval, his military ... task force, she remembered, were also present. After calling the meeting to order Shaw, as pre-arranged, immediately recognized her. "Thank you all for coming today," she began....
Cromartie's story had impressed them all so much that they were perhaps lulled into complacency. The days and weeks passed by in endless sameness and still they hadn't reached the critical worm transit that would take them to the Eden system where they could begin decelerating to make orbit and finally, via shuttle, planetfall. And time was, Meiersdottir knew, uncomfortably short. The original plans had called for arriving at Eden a full six months before the emissions of Chen's nova...
But for the next several days she had no opportunity for another visit. Heisinger and Igwanda had worked out a rough revised schedule for the rescue operation once they'd reached Eden, but they needed her input on many details as the only crew member who'd ever been on the planet. For almost every waking minute the three of them were in constant discussion, calling often on Watesi, Yuan and Paulssen for consultations. Amuri was pressed to refine estimates of the arrival of the Chen's nova...
By the time the planning revisions were complete the Ark had, at last, entered worm space for its faster-than-light transit to the Eden system. As MacPherson had noted in his greatly abbreviated pre-launch briefing, the transit was in objective terms instantaneous; from the moment they entered the wormhole to the moment they emerged no time whatever would elapse in the physical universe; the two events would occur simultaneously. Subjectively, though, it would seem aboard the Ark to last...
"I won't be here tomorrow," she warned MacPherson. "And today must be a short one. I need my rest; I'm going down to Eden tomorrow." "Ye gae yersel'?" he said in surprise. "Why?" "Long story," she told him. "But I need to be there, on the first landing. Does it frighten you, knowing we're here now?" He gave her a long, speculative look. "Nae, Missus," he said at last. "Wha' I did, I did forr rreasons I ha'e tol' ye, an' I do no' know still if they werre guid...
"I know you said this could happen, Amanda, but I still can't believe they'd actually refuse us!" said Heisinger. The humans were gathered in the pavilion watching as the Edenites industriously helped assemble the first load to be ferried back to the Ark. This would be, as they'd long planned, mostly soil along with a few basic horticultural specimens. The massive bays of the mothership would have to be conditioned into a reasonable approximation of Eden's surface before they'd be...
The work went on virtually non-stop, with periodic slow-downs when one or another of the humans was too exhausted to go on. Heisinger and Igwanda rested in relays, one of them always awake to guide the operation and ensure that it hewed to the plan; the others snatched such sleep as they were able when they were able. They were in constant communication with Cromartie aboard the Ark to ensure that the on-board arrangements likewise followed the plan, and twice Igwanda made quick visits to...
"Married?" said Meiersdottir in surprise. She was on the communicator with Igwanda, who with Heisinger had alone remained on the surface. The others, together with both landers, had repaired to the Ark as soon as what had been intended as the final loading was finished for a much-needed night's sleep. It was now early afternoon planetside in what was their first day of inactivity since they'd arrived at Eden. "Al and I originally planned it when we started," Igwanda told her. "We...
"You say that name of this ship, Ark, has much meaning to you," Gagugakhing remarked to Heisinger. "Would you tell us this meaning?" The younger woman had quickly adopted the practice of alternating with Meiersdottir in interacting with the Edenites on their voyage. Actually the brunt of the effort fell on Heisinger; the old woman was increasingly feeling the ravages of her advanced age and the efforts she'd put forth in their visit to Eden itself, and as little as an hour was enough...
At long last, after five grueling weeks of crushing on-board gravitational excess and unremitting tension, the crucial day had arrived. There remained but hours before the nova's killing burst of radiation would reach the Eden system, and before the Ark would at last attain the minimum speed that would allow it to pass into worm space and escape. And Meiersdottir was still in a coma. Even the optimistic O'Bannion now referred to her condition as "critical," and was increasingly guarded...
What developed, as Igwanda had predicted, was a second day of virtually no predatory activity. Two flying creatures stooped on small ground animals, one successfully and one not, but other than that and a brief territorial display between two of the hexapods the day was a bucolic repetition of the previous one. The scientists spent most of it again collecting specimens. Observing closely, both Komosaki and Heisinger were able to collect ground plants onto which some of the grazers and...
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Muriel intervened. "Everyone sit down. I am about to serve the soup. John, see the girls to their seats, will you?" The meal was a wonderful means of breaking the ice, and by the end, they were all chatting together, mostly about the children, but John spoke to Tabitha about the bedrooms, the time of breakfast, and other non-baby subjects, as he had remembered Penny's comments about Tabs. He asked Tabitha about her schoolwork, questioning her about her possible career choices. Being a...
John pursed his lips in thought, then said, "Why don't we make the railway system a company owned by the community, with each family issued a share on arrival, or two shares if they have been here more than a year. We could reward our committee members with an additional two shares for their work on the committee. That way, it is in their interest to see the colony expand successfully: the rail network will show that success, I believe." "Neat trick, Governor. I think they will go for...
"The Landerships going down in tandem were carrying lengths of cable for the wires between the fence poles, and delivering mechanoids to weld them to the fence posts. The cables are heavy, so only a few can be delivered on any trip. We found that the practical delivery is the cable links between two posts, so this is going to be a long job, with thousands of deliveries to be made. We have had to collect additional fuel for the task, so other Base ships have been detailed to have their...
Tracklaying supervisor Gerald Kreusch had heard that the cable car transport was operational and wanted some answers about the rail tracks. He contacted Peter Parker. "Mr Parker, this is Gerald Kreusch, tracklaying supervisor. I would like to get started on laying track on the other side of the mountain, now that the cable car system is in use. Can you do anything to expedite this?" "I can certainly look into it, Gerald. What do you need to get up and running? "A number of things, Mr...
"Fine, Welty, at least up until a half an hour ago. I hear you have a murderer and two frightened girls here." "Yes, siree, Gov'nor. The boys brought him in. Noisy he was. Once they had him manacled to the cell wall, they put a gag on him to shut him up. He was a mix of anger and tears, he was. They said he had torn up the room where his wife died, so we didn't want to take any chances, so that's why the manacles and the gag." "I do hope he has not been allowed to suffocate,...
"No. We are testing the strengths of various cables that are on sale. Most cables are designed for pressure strains, and not protection against physical attack, so we may have to go for armoured cables, which are much dearer; however, we need so much cabling that we should be able to strike a good deal on the purchase. We anticipate at least four cables between fence posts, and then cross links of the same quality, welded in place, with the wire mesh added on the inside." John was...
"Perfectly right, darling. Just as you did with me, only I was too drunk to feel the pain. Penny gets the whole shebang, lucky girl." "You wanted this to happen, the pair of you?" "Yes, dear", said Gloria; "Yes, dear," said Penny. Gloria added, "I made sure Penny got protection, as she is not ready for a baby, so you can give her the works, John." "You really want this, Penny? Sex with this old man?" Gloria was incensed. "Old man? You are younger than my mother, John, and she...
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Penny in wonder. "Yes," Muriel affirmed, "So she then called the Security guards, and ordered them to deport Bert for attacking Colony personnel. Bert's boss had seen the whole confrontation, and confirmed that Bert did the attacking. He was gone by the next day, and our marriage was automatically annulled for that reason. "Gloria had to go to the Admin Department to sort out our housing situation, as the house was in Bert's name, and there she met John. It was...
They both rushed to meet him. Muriel demanded, "Well?" "It was as I feared. Spontaneous abortion; happens in about 15 per cent of all teenagers, often for no apparent reason, but usually because of a genetic abnormality. I am assuming no history of drugs, smoking and drinking of alcohol." "Nothing like that, Doctor", said Gloria, "And she eats well - we make sure of that - so not a nutritional problem." "In that case, just a non-viable foetus. There should not a be any problem...
I was beat, beat, beat. This last project had taken the wind out of my sails. Too many 11pm calls with China. Too many lunches eaten over my computer keyboard. In fact I’d spilled coffee so many times I was on my third keyboard. I told my pal in California that I was taking a vacation. “ I don’t care if Mark can’t make it- I’m just going to take off,” I said. “ Great,” said my pal Rob. “Go for it. Where to?” “ I’ve got a great spa picked out. Actually, it’s down your way. Santa Barbara. Eden...
"Colonel, are they gone?" asked Chavez over the communicator. "Yes, Sergeant, you may speak now. Have you—" "Are you insane, Colonel?" the sergeant burst out. "The lander is ready to go right now, we can have you safe on board in—" "Sergeant, shut up," said Igwanda sharply. He still wasn't quite certain of Meiersdottir's intentions, but he'd had more than enough of Chavez' interference. "But to spend the night camping out in the middle of thousands of—" "Sergeant, do I...