Fifty Degrees Below - Kim Stanley Robinson [190]
“Like cat’s cradle,” Diane said once, looking at a diagram on Frank’s screen.
“I wish,” Anna said. “If only we could just stick in some fingers and lift it out into something entirely new! Something simpler. Release a few complications—that used to be a cool move in cat’s cradle when I was a girl. . . .”
But the truth was, the interlocking networks of human institutions were woven into such a tight mesh that it was hard to get any wave functions or simplifications going. They were tied down like Gulliver by all their rules and regulations. Only the violence of the original perturbation—the flood in Washington—was getting them as much flex as they were seeing; that and the hard winter. Any more than that they were going to have to create by lots of small actions, repeated many times.
So their work went on, under the radar for the most part, unreported in the news. The only exceptions were the most visible and large-scale of the weather projects. For these the public scrutiny was intense, the reaction all over the map. Most of the projects proposed had broad public support. Even the more blatant interventions, like bioengineered bacteria or lichen, had the support of an admittedly smaller majority, like sixty percent. People were ready to try things. The traffic jams and empty stores were getting to them in ways that news reports of distant storms had not.
Phil Chase was noticing that on the campaign trail. “People are fed up with the disruptions,” he said to his staff. “Listen to what they’re telling us. Too many hassles when things break down. Try anything you can think of, they’re saying, to get levels of service and convenience back to what they used to be.” In his speeches he continued to say something FDR had said back in the 1930s: “The solution is to be found in a program of bold and persistent experimentation.”
As a scientist Anna had to like that. They were designing, funding, and executing experiments. Compiling a hypothetical candidate’s most scientifically defensible positions was just one experiment among all the rest of them. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn’t, but they would learn something from it either way. She even began to see what she thought might be ripples caused by her perturbations, cascading through the global scientific network of institutions, the agencies and companies and academies and labs—the scientific polyarchy, from individual scientists up to labs, institutions, corporations, and countries. Tugging on the cat’s cradle, stomping on the dog’s tail.
She would go to Frank to talk about amplifying some of these perturbations, also about ways Frank’s new projects could sometimes be executed by the already-existing scientific network. Then to Charlie she would talk about what Phil should be proposing in his campaign. Phil was certainly making climate change a major issue—a calculated risk for sure, given the American penchant for denial, particularly of problems caused by Americans. The president himself constantly urged denial as a kind of virtue, and denounced the climate issue as a universal downer—which it was—although he was no longer trying to claim that it was a nonexistent problem.
Phil Chase was not hesitant in bringing up the subject, or in proposing to tackle the problem. Charlie wrote parts of speeches, fed Roy facts and ideas, and discussed strategy on a daily basis. At night he would sit with Anna and watch Phil say things like, “Climate change is obviously real, and byproducts of our economy have had a role in this global warming. Republicans by denying this have compounded the problem, and lost our descendants hundreds of fellow species, and decades of work. Now it’s time to do something about it, and I’m the one with the will to do it. We’re going to need to work at this, it needs to become a big part of the national project, the focus of