Mars (22 page)

What about the women? Jamie wanted to ask. But he did not. The image of Edith flickered in his mind, but he found himself turning his head ever so slightly to look at Joanna, standing just off to his left in the row ahead of him.

“Very well then, I will now introduce the men who will pilot our spacecraft and be in command of our various teams once we reach Mars.”

As Li began to introduce the astronauts and cosmonauts, Jamie wondered what would happen if a man made trouble and then refused to take the medication he was ordered to take. What can they do when we’re millions of miles out in space?

After the introductions the group broke up into smaller units. Jamie joined his fellow scientists and the two men who had been appointed their pilots and commanders. They were assembling along the curving wall at one end of the platform where Dr. Li remained.

The scientists moved cautiously across the loop-studded floor, like men and women in a dream, or drunks who were trying to maintain their dignity and self-control. Jamie saw the astronauts and cosmonauts casually pushing themselves off the walls or the floor itself to glide effortlessly toward the little knots of scientists gathering to talk with them. Insolent grace, Jamie thought. It was a line from a story he had read years ago, in freshman English. One of the Russians floated
by overhead, grinning wolfishly as he looked down at the lurching, wobbling scientists. Insolent grace.

Jamie made an effort to reach Joanna. He came up to her side and touched her on the shoulder of her coveralls. She jerked with surprise, then paled noticeably and put a hand to her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Jamie said in a low voice. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Joanna swallowed hard, the hint of tears in her eyes. “One moment … I will be all right …”

Jamie said, “I just wanted to thank you for helping me to get here. I’m very grateful to you.”

Her face still pale, she replied, “It was necessary to remove Professor Hoffman. He would have been impossible.”

“I’m very glad to be here,” Jamie repeated. “For whatever part in this you played,
muchas gracias.”

She smiled, faintly, and replied in Portuguese,
“Por que?”

Then she turned away from him and went to stand beside Ilona Malater, tall and regal-looking even in plain beige coveralls. The scientists attached their feet to the loops on the floor with the clumsy care of newcomers. The Russian cosmonaut and American astronaut, both dressed in tan slacks and pullovers, hovered effortlessly before them.

The four scientists—geologist, microbiologist, biochemist, and physician—finally got themselves settled in the foot restraints and focused their attention on the astronaut and cosmonaut who would be their team commanders.

“I am Mikhail Andreivitch Vosnesensky,” the cosmonaut introduced himself. “I am command pilot of the first landing team.” He spoke English perfectly, without any trace of an accent, in a heavy voice almost in a bass register.

He looked to Jamie like Hollywood’s version of a Russian. Short, thick torso and heavy limbs, dark reddish-brown hair, beefy face with skin so fair it was almost pink. He reminded Jamie more of a stubby character actor than a hotshot rocket jockey. I’ll have to check his biography in the mission records, Jamie said to himself. While Vosnesensky’s eyes were the clear bright blue of a summer sky, innocent, almost childlike, the expression on his chunky face was dour and brooding.

“And I’m T. Peter Connors,” said the black American
astronaut, with a good-natured grin. “My official position is pilot, safety officer, and second-in-command.”

Connors’s smile was charming, but his red-rimmed eyes looked somehow sad, wary. Not more than a centimeter taller than the Russian, Connors was much slimmer, sleeker. It made him look almost lanky compared to Vosnesensky. Like a racing thoroughbred standing beside a plow horse. His voice was not as deep as the Russian’s, but richer, more resonant, like a singer’s.

“I want to make one thing clear at the outset,” Vosnesensky told the four scientists, almost growling. “I am not here to be your friend. I will be in command of your group from the instant we enter the
Mars 1
spacecraft here in Earth orbit until the instant we leave it, once safely back here in Earth orbit. Especially during the time we are on the surface of Mars my responsibility will be to see that all mission objectives are met and no one is hurt. I will, expect my orders to be carried out without delay and without argument. Mars is not a university campus. We will maintain military discipline at all times. Is that clear?”

“Quite clear,” answered Tony Reed.

“Any questions?”

No one spoke. No one even moved as they stood anchored to the floor by the foot restraints.

“Good,” said Vosnesensky.

Connors added, “If you have any problems, we can always talk them over. We’ll be in transit for more than nine months. That’s the time to go over the mission plan in as much detail as we can and hash over any changes you want to make.”

So they’re going to be good cop and bad cop, Jamie thought. I wonder if they’ve planned that out or if it’s just their natural dispositions?

The four scientists glanced uneasily at each other. Vosnesensky motioned to Connors and the two pilots glided off, heading toward the hatch.

“Well,” said Reed once they were out of earshot, “it looks as if we got rid of Hoffman only to get the Russian version of a drill sergeant.”

Jamie was surprised at how difficult it was for him to make the mental transition. His body became accustomed to zero gravity in a couple of days. But he still had a hard time convincing himself that he was really going to Mars, actually part of the first team.

It did not help when all the Mars mission members began sneezing and coughing and blaming it on him.

“The rest of us have been confined together for more than two weeks at Star City,” Tony Reed explained, almost jovially. “You’re the serpent in our garden; you’ve brought some new cold viruses with you that we haven’t grown accustomed to as yet.”

Jamie felt miserable, more from the accusing stares his bleary-eyed comrades gave him whenever they sneezed than from his own stuffed head and wheezing chest.

Like the first week of school, he told himself. Everybody catches everything. Yet it made him feel more the outsider than ever before. Even after the colds ran their course and everyone returned to good health Jamie still kept mostly to himself, alone and unhappy—until he remembered that he was going to Mars.

Space and time are two aspects of the same thing, dimensions of the universe. There was a keyhole in spacetime, or as the engineers of mission control phrased it, a window. The two Mars craft had to be launched out of Earth orbit through that keyhole, through that window, at a certain time and in a precise direction with exactly the proper velocity, if they were to reach the moving pinpoint of light that was their destination.

For twenty-three days the two dozen men and women of the Mars mission, plus their expedition commander, Dr. Li, checked and rechecked every piece of equipment stowed aboard the long sleek Mars spacecraft. While they did so, specialist teams of technicians and robots attached bulky
ovoid tanks of propellants around the aft end of each craft. The spacecraft began to look like thin white pencils surrounded by clusters of matte-gray lozenges at their eraser end.

The propellants had been manufactured on the moon and catapulted from the airless lunar surface to rendezvous with the spacecraft waiting in Earth orbit. The mission to Mars required not only Earth’s resources, but the mining and processing centers on the moon as well.

On the twenty-fourth day the Mars-bound personnel left the assembly station for good and transferred their personal gear to the spacecraft. Twelve men and women aboard the habitat module of
Mars 1
, twelve plus Dr. Li in
Mars 2.
No one made a single mention of the fact that there would be thirteen aboard
Mars 2.
None of the scientists or pilots would admit to being superstitious; still, no one spoke the word “thirteen.”

Space-suited technicians attached the long tethers that connected the two assembled spacecraft. Manufactured in the microgravity environment of a space station facility, the tethers had a tensile strength many times greater than that of any material that could be made on Earth.

Once they were on their way to Mars, tiny cold-gas thrusters would spurt in a precisely programmed order and the spacecraft would begin to spin up in a stately, graceful rotation. The tethers would stretch to their full five-kilometer length, and inside the connected Mars spacecraft a feeling of normal gravity would return, while the universe outside would start to revolve slowly past their observation ports.

A cluster of astronomical telescopes and high-energy radiation sensors was carefully placed at the midpoint of the long tethers, where they would be effectively weightless and could maintain precise pointing accuracy for the astronomers who would operate them remotely from Earth.

Other thrusters would later de-spin the spacecraft enough to reduce the internal gravity to the Martian level. By the time they arrived at Mars the explorers would be fully accustomed to the low Martian gravity. On the nine-month flight back home the spacecraft would spin up to a normal terrestrial g once again.

The interior of the habitat module was like the interior of every spacecraft Jamie had ever been in: a central corridor
flanked either by the closed doors of privacy compartments or the open benches and equipment racks of workstations.

Up forward was the command section where a Russian cosmonaut and American astronaut copiloted the spacecraft. Just behind it was a sort of passenger compartment with seats for all the personnel, which could also serve as an informal lounge or conference room.

There was no need for acceleration couches. The rockets that would propel them to Mars produced very low levels of thrust; they would hardly feel as much acceleration as during a jet airliner’s takeoff. Lifting off from the ground and going into Earth orbit required a big jolt of thrust, several minutes of three g’s or more. That had all been done by space shuttles and unmanned rocket boosters carrying cargo. Once in orbit, though, the rest of the solar system could be reached gently.

One part of the habitat module was different. A section toward the rear was devoted to an oblong window made of thick quartz. Once they got to Mars, this observation port would be studded with cameras and other sensors. For now, though, it made a fine picture window.

The hour they were scheduled to depart, Jamie found himself at the observation port, hovering easily in zero g, his slippered feet dangling a few centimeters above the foot restraints set into the metal floor. He saw the Earth sliding past, an enormously massive curve of deep luminous blue, then the duller green-brown of land and the hard gray wrinkles of a mountain chain, dusted with clutching skeletal fingers of white snow. Another ocean slid into view, the immense swirl of a tropical storm’s seething clouds forming a gigantic gray-white comma over the water.

“Those are the Andes Mountains.”

Joanna had come up beside him, floating noiselessly. He had not noticed, he had been staring at the world so intently.

“Come to say good-bye to Mother Earth?” Jamie asked her.

“Not good-bye,” she whispered. “We will return.”

“Adios
, then.”

She nodded absently as she slipped her feet into the floor loops, her eyes on the world they were about to leave.

“I still can hardly believe I’m here,” Jamie said. “It’s kind of like a dream.”

Joanna glanced up at him. “We have a long and difficult journey ahead of us. Hardly a dream.”

“It is for me.”

She almost smiled. “You are a romantic.”

“Aren’t you?”

“No,” Joanna said. “Women must be practical. Men can be the romantics. Women must think about the consequences.”

“Departure in three minutes,”
came a Russian-accented voice over the speaker in the ceiling above them.
“Please take your assigned seats in the forward lounge.
”

Jamie took Joanna by the shoulders and kissed her on the lips, lightly, swiftly.

“For luck,” he said.

Joanna pushed free and floated away from him, her face frozen, unsmiling, her eyes wide and fearful. Without a word she turned and grabbed the edge of the hatch for purchase, then launched herself up the passageway toward the forward lounge.

Jamie waited a few moments, then went after her, moving more slowly. Then he saw Tony Reed hovering in the doorway to his cubicle, a sardonic smile on his lean face.

“I don’t think the direct approach will work with little Joanna,” Reed said.

Jamie said nothing. He pushed past Reed, heading forward.

The Englishman followed him. “I may have told you too much about our little cabal to get rid of Hoffman. Remember, my impetuous friend, that she
may
have wanted to have you picked for the expedition, but she
certainly
did not want Hoffman to come with us.”

Jamie looked over his shoulder and said, “White man speaks with forked tongue.”

Reed laughed all the way to the forward lounge.

There were no windows in the compartment. If necessary, this entire forward section of the spacecraft could be detached and flown by the pilots up in the cockpit into a reentry trajectory and an ocean spashdown. The procedure was for emergency use only; the mission plan called for the spacecraft to return to Earth orbit, where the personnel would transfer to shuttles for the final ride to Earth’s surface. But a water landing was possible, if the need arose.

Jamie had barely floundered through the swimming course required by the mission planners. He wondered how the seven other scientists strapping themselves into their cushioned chairs would handle such an emergency. Or the four astronauts and cosmonauts in the cockpit, for that matter. It would be fine irony to go all the way to Mars and back and then drown.

“Departure in thirty seconds,” came Vosnesensky’s voice from the cockpit. “I am putting an external camera view on the display screen.”