Green Mars - Kim Stanley Robinson [300]
“Fly north,” Nadia ordered him. “Get clear of that.”
He banked the plane, and she shook her head. Thousands of square kilometers, burned— all that vegetation, so painstakingly introduced— global oxygen levels raised by a significant percentage. . . . She regarded the strange creature sitting beside her warily.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“I didn’t want you to stop it.”
As simple as that.
“So I have that power?” she said.
“Yes.”
“Meaning I’m kept ignorant of things?”
“Only of this,” Sax said. His jaw muscles were bunching and relaxing, in a rhythm that reminded her suddenly of Frank Chalmers. “The prisoners were all moved out into asteroid mining. This was the training site for all their secret police. The ones who would never give up. The tortures.” He turned that lizard gaze on her. “We’re better off without them.” And he returned to his piloting.
• • •
Nadia was still looking back at the fierce white line of the firestorm when the plane’s radio beeped her code. This time it was Art, cross-eyed with worry. “I need your help,” he said. “Ann’s people have retaken Sabishii, and a lot of the Sabishiians have come up out of the maze to reoccupy it, and the Reds in control there are telling them to go away.”
“What?”
“I know, well, I don’t think Ann knows about this yet, and she isn’t answering my calls. There are Reds out there that make her look like a Boonean, I swear. But I reached Ivana and Raul, and got them to stop the Reds in Sabishii till they heard from you. That’s the best I could do.”
“Why me?”
“I think Ann told them to listen to you.”
“Shit.”
“Well, who else is going to do it? Maya’s made too many enemies holding things together the last few years.”
“I thought you were the big diplomat here.”
“I am! But what I got was everyone agreeing to defer to your judgment. That was the best I could do. Sorry, Nadia. I’ll help you anyway you want me to.”
“You’d damn well better, after setting me up like this!”
He grinned. “It’s not my fault everyone trusts you.”
Nadia clicked off and tried the various Red radio channels. At first she couldn’t find Ann. But while she was running through their channels she heard enough messages to realize that there were young Red radicals whom Ann would certainly condemn, or so she hoped— people who with the revolt still in the balance, were busy blowing up platforms in Vastitas, slashing tents, breaking pistes, threatening to end their cooperation with the other rebels unless they were joined in their ecotage and all their demands were met, etc., etc.
Finally Ann answered Nadia’s call. She looked like an avenging Fury, righteous and slightly mad. “Look,” Nadia said to her without preamble, “an independent Mars is the best chance you’ll ever have to get what you want. You try holding the revolution hostage to your concerns and people will remember, I’m warning you! You can argue all you want once we’ve gotten the situation under control, but until then it’s just blackmail as far as I’m concerned. It’s a stab in the back. You get those Reds in Sabishii to turn the city back over to its residents.”
Ann said angrily, “What makes you think I can tell them what to do?”
“Who else if not you?”
“What makes you think I disagree with what they’re doing?”
“My impression that you are a sane person, that’s what!”
“I don’t presume to order people about.”
“Reason with them if you can’t order them! Tell them stronger revolts than ours have failed because of this kind of stupidity. Tell them to get a grip.”
Ann cut the connection without a reply.
“Shit,” Nadia said.
Her AI continued to pour out news. The UNTA expeditionary force was coming back up from the southern highlands, and appeared to be on its way to Hellas, or Sabishii. Sheffield was still in the control of Subarashii. Burroughs was an open situation, with security forces seemingly in control; but refugees were pouring into the city from Syrtis and elsewhere, and there was a general strike going on as well. The vids made it look like most of the populace was spending the