Blue Mars. Kim Stanley Robinson

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СКАЧАТЬ the base of the elevator brief flashes of explosive light transformed the lower part of the cable from black to silver, then back to black again. Every alarm inside Arsiaview began ringing or howling. All the smoke whipped away toward the east end of the tent. Ann got into a north-south alley and leaned back against the east wall of a building, flat against concrete. No windows on the alley. Booms, crashes, wind. Then the silence of near airlessness.

      She got up and wandered through the tent. Where did one go when people were being killed? Find your friends if you can. If you can tell who they are.

      She collected herself and continued looking for Kasei’s group, going to where Dao had said they would be, and then trying to think where they would go next. Outside the city was a possibility; but having come inside they might try for the next tent to the east, try to take them one by one, decompress them, force everyone below and then move on. She stayed on the street paralleling the tent wall, jogging along as fast as she could. She was in good shape but this was ridiculous, she couldn’t catch her breath, and she was soaking the inside of her suit with sweat. The street was deserted, eerily silent and still, so that it was hard to believe she was in the middle of a battle, and impossible to believe she would ever find the group for which she was looking.

      But there they were. Up ahead, in the streets around one of the triangular parks – figures in helmets and suits, carrying automatic weapons and mobile missile-launchers, firing at unseen opponents in a building fronted with chert. The red circles on their arms, Reds—

      A blinding flash and she was knocked down. Her ears roared. She was at the foot of a building, pressed against its polished stone side. Jaspilite: red jasper and iron oxide, in alternating bands. Pretty. Her back and bottom and shoulder hurt, and her elbow. But nothing was agonizing. She could move. She crawled around, looked back up to the triangle park. Things were burning in the wind, the flames little oxygen-starved orange spurts, going out already. The figures there were cast about like broken dolls, limbs akimbo, in positions no bones could hold. She got up and ran to the nearest knot of them, drawn by a familiar grey-haired head that had come free of its helmet. That was Kasei, only son of John Boone and Hiroko Ai, one side of his jaw bloody, his eyes open and sightless. He had taken her too seriously. And his opponents not seriously enough. His pink stone eye-tooth lay there exposed by his wound, and seeing it Ann choked and turned away. The waste. All three of them dead now.

      She turned back and crouched, undipped Kasei’s wristpad. It was likely that he had a direct access band to the Kakaze, and when she was back in the shelter of an obsidian building marred by great white shatter-stars, she tapped in the general call code, and said, ‘This is Ann Clayborne, calling all Reds. All Reds. Listen, this is Ann Clayborne. The attack on Sheffield has failed. Kasei is dead, along with a lot of others. More attacks here won’t work. They’ll cause the full UNTA security force to come back down onto the planet again.’ She wanted to say how stupid the plan had been in the first place, but she choked back the words. ‘Those of you who can, get off the mountain. Everyone in Sheffield, get back to the west and get out of the city, and off the mountain. This is Ann Clayborne.’

      Several acknowledgements came in, and she half-listened to them as she walked west, back through Arsiaview toward her rover. She made no attempt to hide; if she was killed she was killed, but now she didn’t believe it would happen; she walked under the wings of some dark covering angel, who kept her from death no matter what happened, forcing her to witness the deaths of all the people she knew and all the planet she loved. Her fate. Yes; there was Dao and his crew, all dead right where she had left them, lying in pools of their own blood. She must have just missed it.

      And there, down a broad boulevard with a line of linden trees in its centre, was another knot of bodies – not Reds – they wore green headbands, and one of them looked like Peter, it was his back – she walked over weak-kneed, under a compulsion, as in a nightmare, and stood over the body and finally circled it. But it was not Peter. Some tall young native with shoulders like Peter’s, poor thing. A man who would have lived a thousand years.

      She moved on carelessly. She came to her little rover without incident, got in and drove to the train terminal at the west end of Sheffield. There a piste ran down the south slope of Pavonis, into the saddle between Pavonis and Arsia. Seeing it, she conceived a plan, very simple and basic, but workable because of that. She got on the Kakaze band and made her recommendations as though they were orders. Run away, disappear. Go down into South Saddle, then around Arsia on the western slope above the snowline, there to slip into the upper end of Aganippe Fossa, a long straight canyon that contained a hidden Red refuge, a cliff dwelling in the northern wall. There they could hide and hide and start another long underground campaign, against the new masters of the planet. UNOMA, UNTA, metanat, Dorsa Brevia – they were all Green.

      She tried calling Coyote, and was somewhat surprised when he answered. He was somewhere in Sheffield as well, she could tell; lucky to be alive no doubt, a bitter furious expression on his cracked face.

      Ann told him her plan; he nodded.

      ‘After a time they’ll need to get farther away,’ he said.

      Ann couldn’t help it: ‘It was stupid to attack the cable!’

      ‘I know,’ Coyote said wearily.

      ‘Didn’t you try to talk them out of it?’

      ‘I did.’ His expression grew blacker. ‘Kasei’s dead?’

      ‘Yes.’

      Coyote’s face twisted with grief. ‘Ah, God. Those bastards.’

      Ann had nothing to say. She had not known Kasei well, or liked him much. Coyote on the other hand had known him from birth, back in Hiroko’s hidden colony, and from boyhood had taken him along on his furtive expeditions all over Mars. Now tears coursed down the deep wrinkles on Coyote’s cheeks, and Ann clenched her teeth.

      ‘Can you get them down to Aganippe?’ she asked. ‘I’ll stay and deal with the people in East Pavonis.’

      Coyote nodded. ‘I’ll get them down as fast as I can. Meet at West Station.’

      ‘I’ll tell them that.’

      ‘The Greens will be mad at you.’

      ‘Fuck the Greens.’

      Some part of the Kakaze sneaked into the west terminal of Sheffield, in the light of a smoky dull sunset: small groups wearing blackened dirty walkers, their faces white and frightened, angry, disoriented, in shock. Wasted. Eventually there were three or four hundred of them, sharing the day’s bad news. When Coyote slipped in the back, Ann rose and spoke in a voice just loud enough to carry to all of them, aware as she never had been in her life of her position as the first Red; of what that meant, now. These people had taken her seriously and here they were, beaten and lucky to be alive, with dead friends everywhere in the town east of them.

      ‘A direct assault was a bad idea,’ she said, unable to help herself. ‘It worked in Burroughs, but that was a different kind of situation. Here it failed. People who might have lived a thousand years are dead. The cable wasn’t worth that. We’re going to go into hiding and wait for our next chance, our next real chance.’

      There were hoarse objections to this, angry shouts: ‘No! No! Never! Bring down the cable!’

      Ann waited them out. Finally she raised a hand, and slowly they went silent again.

      ‘It could backfire all too easily if we fight the Greens now. It could give the metanats an excuse to come in again. That would be far worse than СКАЧАТЬ