April 5: A Depth of Understanding (3 page)

"Put it in a big ball and let it vacuum deposit on the walls?" Barak suggested.

"Possibly, but you have a dynamic system of a molten ball of metal that has to be kept at the center of a much lighter shell, or at least kept from touching it. And when do you harvest it? Do you stop after every major element is depleted and clean it off the shell? Or do you let them build up in layers and try to separate them later?" Jeff smiled at Barak's look of concentration. "Think on it. If you come up with another
obvious
solution I'll be delighted and make sure it earns you some money too."

"There's all sorts of resources in Antarctica the Earthies aren't using," Gunny reminded them. "If they can't challenge you militarily and you need them bad enough you can just go take them."

"As tempting as that is, I suspect it would precipitate a war and not a short easy one. Getting a foothold is one thing, but conducting mining operations when you might get bombed at random intervals would be pretty tough. One hypersonic cruise missile every few months would be plenty to neutralize any profits. I'm not ready to be the monster who reduced the USNA and China until they couldn't mount that much of a response. It would have to be a last resort and it should be a  matter of our survival before we even considered it."

"We could do a lot to adapt new tech, based on different elements," Heather said. "We have lots of calcium, which is just fine for structural use and wiring in vacuum. But here's no legacy engineering data. We just need experience using it because the metal corrodes so easily. So does iron, but we have a couple thousand years of experience working around that. I'd love to know what we could do with say calcium – scandium alloys, or calcium – aluminum."

"There's just one thing I want understood," Barak spoke up at a lull in the conversation.

"Yes?" Jeff prompted him.

"If you are going to go out there and
land
on moons of Jupiter or Saturn and see all kinds of interesting stuff, maybe get crew shares on
big
mineral finds, I want a berth on that trip!"

"Nothing is certain, we'll just have to see," Jeff told him.

"Well, if you know you are going to do that when I'd be away getting a Snowball back to Home let me know. I'd much rather do a real landing trip than a snowball. I'd die to get back and find out I'd missed out on a trip like that."

"I promise, I'll let you know the very same day I do."

Chapter 2

"
I'm thinking on what Lin told us yesterday," April told Heather. "We're getting none of that picture about what life is like on Earth from the news agencies. How do we know what's happening on the street level? Sometimes I get hints about it from reports of  'wreckers' busting windows or shooting down electric wires. There was a whole bunch of fires in Baltimore a few months ago and none of the explanations in the news made any sense. I think it was all arson and they just wouldn't say it. And last year there were way more forest fires than usual, but the weather was actually better, so there should have been less. Also the pattern seemed to be that a lot of those fires threatened well to do areas with expensive homes. But it's hard to tell what is sabotage and what is coincidence."

"Jeff has Eddie working on creating an intelligence network now. Tell them you want some hard information on how the average person is coping with shortages and regulations. I know a lot of the crop fires last year were set, after the cops destroyed so many of the guerilla gardens people had hidden out in the woods. If they can't grow food they get pissed off and figure if they can't grow it, they'll keep the big industrial farms from growing it too. It's just way too easy to drive by a field and throw something out the car window that will sit a couple days and then ignite and set the field on fire. You watch the weather report, pick a dry stretch and toss it to the upwind side and it's going to burn a lot of grain before they can stop it. They promised they'd guard the fields this year, but there are just too many fields and not enough cops. There wouldn't be enough people to guard crops if they called the whole army out to sit and watch the fields," Heather said.

"You're right, I'll ask Jeff and Eddie to pass that along to their people. They don't need to spend anything to pursue it, just be observant when they are gathering other intelligence. If they fill in enough details maybe I can understand the Earthies."

* * *

"You seemed so dubious when I told you we'd teach you to swim back home," April reminded Barak. "I'm glad you like snorkeling so much. It's really pretty in the lagoon isn't it?"

"It's prettier than I ever imagined Earth could be from photos. And Tara has been talking to me about diving other places. He said the reefs in other locations are just as nice, but sometimes completely different coral and fish. He's dived in ship wrecks and places where there are old buildings underwater. He was even telling me people dive in underwater caves, but he hasn't tried that."

"I'm not sure I'd want to be all closed in like that underwater."

"It's not much different than being in a pressure suit," Barak said with a shrug. "He's used a SCUBA outfit with a tank, but says a lot of folks now use rebreathers that let you stay down a lot longer. I figure Jeff could build me a rebreather that uses one of his miniature power sources. It could generate oxygen from the water and you could stay down as long as you want. I just have to figure out how you could sleep wearing it."

"I've been stuck in a p-suit for sixteen hours," April remembered. "You can sleep in a regular p-suit, but I sure wouldn't do it for fun. After that long you are so happy to wash and scratch and eat something you don't have to suck through a tube that you don't want to ever crawl in one again. I'd say you'd need a helmet instead of a mouth piece for a start. And if you have a helmet it has to have some sort of collar and shoulder yoke to attach to. I'm not sure you wouldn't just be better off with a full suit. What happens when your skin is in salt water for hours and hours? It has to be irritating."

"You probably look like a big prune," Barak guessed. "I'll ask a bunch of people what works and what has been tried before. Thanks for all the ideas."

"Just be safe. Nobody begrudges you having fun, but we'd feel terrible if you hurt yourself trying something reckless." She reached across and ruffled his hair playfully.

"Thanks April. I'll try not to be stupid," he vowed and for some reason blushed furiously.

* * *

At breakfast Lin stood and addressed them before sitting. "We need to catch the tide running outbound in the channel to clear the reef toward evening. If you want one last swim or any souvenirs, now is your last chance to get them. I think you all know, but just to remind you, no coral, even broken old pieces off the beach and no shells that still have the mollusk inside, or any on the endangered list, even if it was cast up on the beach and rotting. If you have anything like that it may be confiscated in Tonga and you could be fined, even if they can tell it isn't from their waters. They
probably
wouldn't jail you."

"How much time between when we dock in Tonga and our shuttle lifts?" Barak asked.

"We should arrive midmorning the day before your shuttle flight. I wouldn't suggest arriving the same day and trying to rush to the airport. If there are any complications you want the airline and officials to be able to reach you. We have reservations at a decent little hotel close to the space side of the field. If they can't contact you and confirm you are in the area they start to worry they are going to have an empty seat. I know you guys wouldn't argue, but a lot of people will give them a hard time if they charge them for a reserved seat that goes empty. Some folks would try to do a chargeback and tie their money up. Just having a contact at a nearby hotel is reassuring to them."

"Do you think maybe we can walk around near the hotel after we check in? Don't forget, I've never been in an Earth city. The only dry land I've been on is the atoll, when Gunny and I set up his telescope. I'd like to see some buildings and people like in a video."

"The area around the hotel is nice. If you stay in the area and don't go off in the less desirable parts of town you can do that, but I want you to take my man Tara along. April, could you send  Gunny along too? None of us can carry weapons on Tonga, but there is safety in a group and both of them look formidable."

"Yeah, I want to go too, so Gunny is a given. That makes four of us so we should be fine."

Lin paused just long enough he must be having second thoughts, but he just nodded. "I might even find time to come along myself. There's an open market no more than two hundred meters from the hotel and they have all sorts of hand crafts and things. I think you'd find it interesting, even if you don't buy anything."

* * *

The hotel room wasn't that luxurious, although it was a suite with a large L shaped living room that had a balcony along one leg. The rooms seemed huge to satellite dwellers and their boat, while big for a boat, had nothing on a regular Earthie building for size. Barak in particular had never been in an Earth hotel, so when he became concerned that his bag didn't show up they had to explain to him that he had his own room down the hall he'd share with Tara, where he'd find his bag and all seven of them would not be sharing these rooms to sleep. There was no mint on the pillow, but there was a restaurant and a very nice small pool inside. After having the whole wide lagoon to themselves it had little appeal.

Tara and Lin both knew Tonga fairly well. They didn't argue with Barak's question about seeking lunch outside the hotel. The poor kid was pacing he was so anxious to go. But in the end all of them went, a mob that April could tell Lin was not entirely happy about.

The street was crowded, the more so since it was near midday and the Tongans tend to eat a heavy lunch and take a nap from the heat of the day, so a lot of people were on break from their work. Most of the crowd looked to be locals, many in western clothing, but an occasional man in the local style wrapped skirt. There were few hats despite the fierce sun and nobody was bare chested like they might have been in other tropical countries.

There were a few street vendors selling food you could eat standing, but Lin insisted they go to a sit down restaurant. The place he pointed out was a roofed over slab with open sides and the cooking area visible. It smelled wonderful. They picked a table next to the street to watch all the activity and a young woman brought them bottled water and menus.

After much indecision Barak got grilled chicken, which was well charred on the edges, strongly marinated in both lime and something sweet. With that he got a sweet taro cake in coconut milk and a cold chopped fruit salad, some chunks of which he couldn't identify. It was good but the drink appealed to him better than any of it, a slurry of coconut and watermelon.

Everybody got the chicken but Gunny, who went with a very un-Tongan pulled pork sandwich with coleslaw. But he ordered the local drink after everybody raved on it.

The market was jammed, the stalls each seller was allotted unusually small. They made up for this by displaying their goods vertically. There were carvings that didn't impress anyone, some local wraps for men that Lin and Taro both bought and a lot of western clothing that looked used. Some of it well used.

Gunny however, found a carver tucked in a corner who had much different wares. He caught back up to them with an object wrapped in paper, but shaped like a canoe paddle. The way he held it said it was heavy.

"It's a Tongan war club," Gunny said to Jeff's raised eyebrow. "It feels heavier than aluminum and it has some really good inlay work in it. I'll show it to you back in our rooms."

There were local fruits and vegetables, in stunning variety, the colors making April take some pictures with her pad, after buying some fruit she'd take back to their rooms. If anyone objected to her photography they didn't say anything after she'd spent some money.

 Some vendors had little bottles of vanilla, the fancy bottles seemed to be more important to the tourists than the vanilla itself. There were a couple people selling elaborate panels of bamboo cut and arranged in geometric patterns. They'd have one full sized, as a backdrop to their stall and a number of other designs rendered in miniature.

April pictured a section of that for her new cubic, but decided it was too big an investment to lift to orbit for something she'd get tired of eventually and want to change. If it was removed after awhile it would be big to have to store somewhere. But then they found  some people making mats called tapas, of the inner bark of the mulberry, dyed and patterned beautifully. That April could see in her new home. There were smaller ones, no bigger than a place mat, some with bright colors she suspected were for the tourist trade. The bigger ones tended to black and white and shades of brown.

One old man had a variety, but behind him was a mat standing rolled up vertically, only the one edge pulled open to show the pattern. It was a checkerboard of squares, three patterns repeating in a sequence April couldn't quite figure out. One a swirl inside a border, one a pattern that reminded April of a Navaho rug she'd seen and the last a solid pattern of dark and light parallelograms. It was of very thin fibers tightly woven and very fine.

April stood looking at it quite a long time, thinking. The old fellow could see where her eyes were going but pretended indifference, sipping on a cup of something. "Sir, is that rolled up tapa for sale, or do you just display it as an example of the art?" she finally asked.

He couldn't hide the fact that pleased him. "It is lovely isn't it? There aren't many ladies who can do this level of work now and there are a lot of hours invested in it. There are bigger tapas in the royal residence and in the museums, here and on Samoa, but few commercially available even this big these days."

"May one ask what you'd consider a fair exchange for it?"

"Let me think on that," he countered, like he didn't know to the centum. "You are a spacer aren't you? You'd pay a lot just to lift it to your home."