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Authors: Jonathan Strahan

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“My kingdom to avoid this call,” she said, grabbing the workstation from where it had drifted into the bulkhead. Marcus gave her a sympathetic look. “Of course, my kingdom is what she’s wanting.”

“If you want me to take it –”

“She’d make you put me on, and you know it,” Jordan said. “If you don’t hear from me again, send rescue.”

She turned, got a foot against the inner rim of the door, and pushed toward an office.

Etienne wasn’t officially anything in the near-Earth colonies’ administration, but unofficially, you did well to stay on her good side. Jordan was of the opinion that Etienne played either the cattledog to the Near-Earth colonies’ herd or the bent Sherriff to the colonies’ Wild West, anachronistic as those concepts should have been. Love her or hate her, you had to admit she was needed.

Now especially.

Jordan keyed in her contact information, and waited as the local stations caught, interpreted, and routed her call. After a minute the screen switched to WAITING, and not long after that, it switched to Etienne’s face.

“Jordan. So glad you called.”

“Well, I needed to,” Jordan said.

Etienne nodded almost immediately, and Jordan jumped. There wasn’t even a second’s delay – much less than the ten or so it would take to transmit to Earth orbit and back. Etienne must have come out to the L1 cluster.

“I heard you had an interesting day,”
Etienne said.

Jordan grunted. “En route to Hyperion Station when the ascender blew. Watched it out of the skiff window.”

“Nasty piece of work.”
Etienne clicked her tongue.
“If the names of the perps go public, I know a few solar satellites which may be abruptly retargeted from their collection stations.”

Jordan felt a vertiginous sense of unease. “You’re not serious.”

“There’s always talk of retribution, Jordan. Even if we don’t have half a blip on who we’d be targeting.”
Etienne waved a hand.
“Relax. No one’s launching a burn attack on Earth under my watch.”

Jordan didn’t relax.

“But let’s talk business,”
Etienne said.

Jordan took a breath. “Eti, our water is tied up in food production. Why is everyone looking to us? What’s the matter with the reserve?”

“Oh, you really haven’t been watching the numbers, have you?”
Etienne said.
“The problem is we grew too fast, hon. The reserve was only ever a stopgap and now it’s a flash in the pan. Ergo, near-Earth needs you.”

Jordan shook her head. “No water, no crops, no food.”

“Less water, fewer crops, less food. You’re one of our luxuries up here. If the other choice is going thirsty, you think people will complain when their kumquats come off the market?”

Jordan ignored the jab. “It took years to get some of these crops established. You can’t just stop and start production on a hydroponics rig.”

“Try putting a stop to drinking,”
Etienne shot back.
“And darling, I looked over the logs from Ouranos-Hyperion. You’ve been ordering water over your business use.”

Jordan groaned. “I won’t bother asking how you got those.” Etienne got anything she put her mind to getting. “Listen, I know, it’s a disaster, but there’s gotta be other options. I’ve got loans out, the crop cuts could take years to correct – this could ruin me.”

“We’re pulling every option we have.”
Etienne drummed her fingers against the console, and the sound translated to a menacing bassbeat over the connection.
“You’ll be compensated for your expenditure –”

“No insurance on Earth or in the heavens above is going to pay me for giving up water and destroying viable crops,” Jordan said. “I’ll get reimbursement on the shipment I lost in the explosion, but there’s no way I’ll get anything back from a fire sale of my stores.”

“I’ll see to it,”
Etienne said.
“Darling, the reserve will last us a month, at most. You want to know how many litres we’re losing every day?”

“No. I don’t.” Jordan rubbed her temples, and let her shoulders slump. “What are your numbers?”

“Against seven months for the ascender repairs, we’ve got two weeks on the reserve at normal use – a month on emergency rationing. Four more months using eighty per cent of your water stores and sixty-five of the refuelling stations’. That’s leaving the rest to you to grow food and to Galot and Bardroy to run food and water deliveries and handle emergencies. That should get us to a point where relief organisations can send up water in the quantities to get us through the interim.”

“That’s the gamble?” Jordan asked. “Your best-case scenario leaves us two months’ blind hope?”

“Well, it’s a damn sight better than six months of despair,”
Etienne pointed out.
“I know we can count on you, darling.”

“I got mobbed on L1!” Jordan shouted. “We haven’t even cracked the reserve yet, and people want to buy off my stores. What happens when we’re coming up on the end of our rations?”

“If you need protection, you know that’s never been a problem,”
Etienne said.
“Protection from Ouranos-Hyperion too, if you need it.”

It took Jordan a moment to process that. “You’re talking about my sister.”

“I’m talking about you, dear,”
Etienne said.
“As of that explosion, you’re the richest person in space.”

Jordan felt disbelief and anger tangling up at the bottom of her lungs. “Rich?” she demanded. “You want to call this rich? Getting strong-armed into killing off my crops, setting my own business back, jettisoning everything I’ve achieved, everything I’ve planned for –”

“Yes, and what were you planning for?”
Etienne asked.

“I was planning for mind your own damn business!” Jordan said, and cut transmission.

 

 

R
AXEL AND
M
ARCUS
were waiting when she left the office, with looks that suggested they were checking her for ripped-out hair so they’d be ready to change out the air filters. Jordan arrested her momentum as she came up to them, and jerked her chin down one of the tunnels. “Come on, let’s see our damage.”

“I say we keep the water for ourselves,” Raxel grumbled. “Between the three of us, we could probably last here longer than any of us would live.”

“Oh, definitely. If only because they’ll kill us for it,” Jordan said. “Etienne is talking people down from using the solar transfer beams as retribution against Earth. Let’s not piss her off or she might tell them to switch targets.”

“So did you work something out?” Marcus asked.

Jordan grimaced. “Well, I told her to piss off.”

“...uh,” Marcus said.

“I know, I know, and if we catch a laser through our bulkheads, blame me,” Jordan said. “You think we have a choice? Our crops versus everyone’s life. But I’m allowed to get mad, watching everything I’ve worked for go out with the waste brine.”

She steadied herself with a handhold and punched the bulkhead. Her workers looked at each other.

“We could dehydrate what we have,” Marcus said. “That might stretch the water reserves a little.”

“Too little. And anyone who ate the food would just get thirstier wanting the water back,” Jordan said. “For storage, though, probably our best option. People will be tightening belts once we scale down.”

Raxel glanced toward an empty bay. “Does she know about the stash?”

“She’s Etienne. She knows everything.” Jordan picked an office and pushed off for it, and Raxel and Marcus followed her. “So, we need a plan to scale down to twenty per cent of our water use.”

“Twenty per cent!” Raxel said. She reached the door first, and keyed it open. “By when?”

“Distribution at the end of the month, I think,” Jordan said. “Thanks.” She swung in the open door, and grabbed a hammock with her feet. “Ideas?”

“Will that even feed us?” Raxel asked, twitching to the desk and catching her feet under the lip.

“Subsistence, high-yield crops,” Marcus said.

“What, bean crops, potatoes, onions, peas?” Raxel asked. “Winter wheat, I guess, if we still have water. Could people live on that?”

“You could live on that,” Marcus muttered.

“People are going to riot if they don’t have colours available for their plates,” Jordan said. “Fruits and vegetables. Hell hath no fury like colonies who think they’re entitled to their grapes and raspberries, water crisis or none.”

“Maybe we should hire additional security,” Raxel said, and Jordan thought of the guard outside her dock at L1. “I know we don’t have the budget, but we could cut a crop and pay in fresh water until this sorts out.”

Jordan dug the knuckles of her thumbs into the corners of her eyes. “Anyone else beginning to think that maybe the anti-exporters have a point?” she asked. Despair was a strange feeling in micrograv: still felt like something settling on your chest, but it was the only thing settling. One spot of weight in weightlessness. “Maybe we have no business being in a place that can’t support us.”

Marcus and Raxel exchanged a look, and Raxel said “Tell that to my family back in Phoenix.”

Jordan snorted and flicked her pencil at Raxel’s head.

Raxel reached out and plucked it from the air, then looked across at Marcus. “Marc, why’d you come to space?”

Marcus shrugged. “Ms. Owole was the only person who wanted to hire a thirty-year-old Haitian geek who’d spent way too long getting a Bachelors in hydroponic ag. And the relocation package was good.”

“How about you, Jordan?” Raxel asked.

“Because I was an 1860s frontiersman in a previous life,” Jordan said. “What about you, Raxel? I’m guessing you have a point to make.”

“Yeah, I have a point to make,” Raxel said, and jabbed the pencil at Marcus. “I say we’re all up here for the same reason: because without hacking it up here, we’d never have sent the diver out to Europa. And if we can’t hack it that far, we’ll never get to another star.” She waved her hand back toward the observation modules, indicating the entire Milky Way by association. “Because either we can spread out or we can say this is as far as we’re gonna get. Because Earth is like – it’s our parents’ house, and near-Earth is our first crappy apartment, and somewhere out there is New York City, it’s New Delhi, it’s Sydney, it’s Madrid, and some people dream of going there and some people actually do. And we do. Least, we’re trying to.”

There was silence for a moment. Then, Marcus cleared his throat. “Rax, how many papers on this did you write?”

It was his turn to get a pencil flicked at his head.

“I was going to say we were little babies, and our umbilical just got cut, and we are desperately premature,” Jordan said. Raxel sent a disparaging look her way.

“Look, you can disagree, but this has always been the bargain,” Raxel said. “Back when we were still shooting things up with individual launches, those rockets were pumping out enough shit to turn the local nature preserves into acid swamps for half a day. You know what they said? The dead animals ‘are dedicated in the interests of the mission.’ You can love Earth or you can love space.”

Marcus’s hand closed around the pencil, and he looked uneasily to Jordan. “So it’s us or them? I mean, we solved the fuel problem with the elevator. You don’t think –”

“Marcus,” Jordan said. “Kids. Both of you. You want to save the world” – she looked from Marcus to Raxel – “and you want to colonise other stars. Let’s focus on keeping in food and water and Etienne’s good graces until they fix the damn elevator, and we can all be heroes then.”

Raxel showed both hands. Marcus looked contrite, and pushed off to Jordan.

“Here’s your pencil back,” he said, and his hand closed on her shoulder. She curled her hand over it.

“Thank you,” she said, and looked back to her notes. “So. Rice, lentils, and raspberries.”

 

 

Y
OU COULD HIRE
security, you could seal your hatches, you could do just about anything in the near-Earth colonies, but you could never bar your door to Etienne.

She arrived on a light skiff at what, planetside, would be an indecent hour, but Jordan was still awake to meet her. She led Etienne back to an inner observation module, placed alongside a long row of producing fruits, and opened a cabinet to withdraw two small packages of awamori from the secret and not entirely legal still Marcus tended in the back of the rice modules. She floated one to Etienne, who caught it and placed it in the air just to one side.

“I tell you,” Etienne said, looking down into the complex, her face softening as she took in the green. “If civilisation ever collapses up here, all of us who can’t get to Europa should hope you’d let us in. You’ve got your own little ecosystem.”

“It’s an ecosystem that requires a lot of intervention,” Jordan pointed out. “We’re no Earth.”

“Still, if you downshifted to subsistence farming, rationed your water, recycled every drop... how long do you think you could last, here?”

Jordan sighed, rolling her head back. “With the staff I have now? Years. Indefinitely. Does it matter?” She popped the cap off the awamori, traced her finger around the lip. “It’ll never come to that.”

“Mm,” Etienne agreed.

They sat in silence for a moment, looking down at the crops transplanted from their terrestrial homes. They looked strange, to an Earth-cultured perspective: far away from nature and the richness of soil. But space had its own rules and its own rightness.

“So. Darling.” Etienne affected an old French accent, and Jordan slipped half a smile. “Time to bare all. What is it twisting up your mind?”

“You’re going to laugh,” Jordan said.

“I won’t laugh.”

“Oh, you’re going to laugh.” Jordan nudged herself back, pushing her shoulders against the curve of the bulkhead. “You said that we’re a luxury. Thing is, we were finally doing well enough to be.”

“The pomegranates were a particular triumph,” Etienne agreed.

Jordan shook her head. “I wanted a rose garden.”

Etienne watched her. After a moment she took and raised her awamori, indicating Jordan should continue.

“Of all the fussy, water-intensive things,” Jordan said. “Harper was going to take me to see a rose specialist. Grand conciliatory gesture, now that she’s finally come to terms with me moving up here – and it only took her, what, seventeen years for that to burn off? And now the ascender’s blown, and I guess we’re both suspects, because she gets loud about water crises planetside and I’m apparently rich these days, and –”

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