21st April
03:47 GMT -5
The acid spat by an adolescent B'ool splatters off my construct barrier.
**Remind me why you want to preserve these?
**
T'ronn moves the vacuum into the puddle of B'ool…
Excretion, and activates the suction. **If Whites were involved in those sorts of decisions, I wouldn't need to be here.** "Hey, Uncle Ma'al!" Ma'alefa'ak looks around from where he's slathering what looks like quick-drying cement onto the sides of an injured adult B'ool. I note they don't try puking super acid on
him. "Paul wants to know why we're preserving this species!"
"Urrrruuughhhlllgh." The B'ool Ma'alefa'ak is tending to objects to its treatment. Ma'alefa'ak responds by putting his hands on its… I'm not sure what that is. It calms down immediately.
"That's a complicated question. We don't actually need any of these animals. We can maintain our atmosphere ourselves, either with plants or synthetically. We can grow meats in laboratories-"
"Urrrrrugh."
He smiles fondly at his patient. "-not that I'd want to try eating one of these fellows. I don't think it would affect anyone's lives adversely if we let them go extinct."
"Uncle Ma'al, I'm not sure what you
think you're arguing-" T'ronn pulls the partially corroded nozzle out of the waste trench, regarding it with a wary eye. "-but I'm not hearing a reason to keep doing this."
"Optimism, T'ronn." Ma'alefa'ak sits back, checking his patient over one last time before giving it a pat. It dutifully squirms away. "The optimistic belief that some day we will be able to turn the surface of M'arzz into something we can live on. That we can turn it back into the verdant world the fossil records tells us it once was. We don't have enough species left that we can toss away any of the ones we still have. These guys were apex predators and their bodily secretions formed an important part of the ecosystem they used to live in."
"Maybe we could just import
nicer animals."
"You know, there's some evidence that the caverns our ancient forebears moved into after the disaster were dug out by B'ool."
I suppose that
might be true. The Guardians' records don't specifically say
how the caverns were made, and the B'ool's acid spit is mostly used for melting rock rather than attacking things.
"They don't have any B'ool in them
now. I'm not convinced that our ancestors-" Ma'alefa'ak is watching the B'ool wriggle away. "-made the wrong decision." Ma'alefa'ak doesn't answer or turn around. In fact, he looks a bit out of it. "Ah, Uncle Ma'al?"
Nothing for a moment, then he jerks his head around. "I'm sorry. You were saying?"
"Ah… Don't worry." He wiggles the vacuum. "I think I've got it all. What do you want me to do with it now?"
"We need to take that to the microbiology laboratory. The bacteria living in the B'ool's digestive system are one of the best insights we have into the surface of ancient M'arzz, as well as an indicator of their general state of health."
T'ronn sighs. "I think I can see why you're the only one who lives out here."
"No, I'm the only one who lives out here because-." He cuts himself off, frowning.
"Because you're the only one who
can, I know." T'ronn lets go of the vacuum and instead levitates it beside him as we walk towards the exit to the large B'ool enclosure.
"So, what exactly are your people doing to undermine the Green/Red hegemony?
"
"Civil disobedience. We share information about companies or people who have strong apartheid tendencies and agree not to have anything to do with them. We also monitor and publicise incidents of violence committed against White Martians with semi-official sanction."
"I'm a little surprised that sort of thing can happen in a telepathic society.
"
"Why?"
"Because they can't just pretend it didn't happen. The victim would have a memory they can share. Right?
"
"I'm doing
this-" He momentarily lifts the vacuum. "-in order to create cover memories to hide my political work. Manhunters are
much better at it than I am. If they want to they can just erase a memory from someone's mind, and it's even easier for them to edit their own."
"Have you considered using Human recording devices? They're not telepathic. It wouldn't be
that hard to make a wireless transmitter that was small enough to wear so that even if the device was destroyed there would still be a record.
"
"That could work." The three of us come to a halt as the inner airlock door oozes closed behind us. "You'll have to show me how to use them."
He and Ma'alefa'ak alter their shapes for the external environment. I note that the elder Martian completes his change slightly ahead of his nephew.
Pressure dropping.
I should have spotted it before now, but Martian airlocks don't
flush air, they extract it, telekinetically drawing useful gasses out of the small locked chamber before opening it to the outside. Given that the caves they live in aren't interspersed with airlocks it hardly comes as a surprise that Martians are masters of atmosphere retention techniques. Or maybe they
are interspersed with them? I wouldn't necessarily recognise a telekinetic airlock, and I didn't notice anything particular on our way
in.
The outer door oozes open and T'ronn leads the way out onto the Martian desert surface. The air here isn't
completely still, but there's still little enough wind that footprints and other markings tend to linger for a long time. Wonder why there aren't any paths? Sure, he couldn't make enclosed walkways due to the risk of escapes, but putting a few stones down? Then I see T'ronn floating just above the ground. Which is probably even easier to do
here than it is on Earth. Right. Different assumptions.
**T'ronn? You there?
**
**Yeah, what is it?**
**The civil disobedience stuff you're describing to me sounds pretty peaceful. Not.. saying that you're lying or anything, but if it were Humans I imagine that
some members of the group would want to be a bit more… Forceful. Direct. You know?
**
**Yes, it's.. not a universal approach. There
are Whites who want to be more aggressive about things.**
I look around, taking in the other domes. Looks like M'gann's team (her,
Z'üm and
Cha'rissa) have finished with the Sho'keer, and they've got the Sphere with them in trike mode carrying a couple of large containers of Sho'keer eggs. I suppose with creatures that practice r-selection reproduction these sorts of habitat would allow them to successfully reproduce far more than they would have been able to in the wild. And creating a habitat big enough to actually replicate an area of ancient Mars would be a massive undertaking.
**And?
**
**What happens in a fight when one side has all the apparatus of state and the other side
doesn't?** Ah. **Some… [A complex mental image stressing
extreme ingroup bloodline loyalty and superiority and the exclusion and/or destruction of everything else.] They want-.**
**I'm sorry, can you give me a moment? That was a more complex image than I'm used to dealing with.
** How could I parse something like that? Strong…
**Oh. Right. Sorry. I guess in words it would be something like…
Hyper.. clan..?**
A
name I recognise from the comics. If I remember correctly they were a group of White Martians who posed as superheroes. I think they had mental influence satellites as well, which was sort of necessary to explain why
anyone would turn their backs on the comic book version of the Justice League. And that's about all that I remember. Of course, with Mars still being inhabited and colour being inherited rather than being a result of mental state, if they exist they'd have to be something else.
**And what do
they do?
**
**They want to kill anyone who takes advantage of us. They've killed Manhunters… They've even killed Red Mar-.**
**Stop. Try saying it as 'Reds'. Leave off the 'Martians'.
**
**Is that really..? Alright, ah, they've.. even.. killed Reds.** Darn, it
isn't an absolute compulsion. **I don't
want to tear down Martian society. Mostly, things are pretty good here. But people are angry, and a lot of Whites who don't want to join them give them a degree of.. respect. Kinda hard to explain to someone who's just been on the receiving end of a unwarranted Manhunter mindfray why they should care about the Green who did it getting the same done to them.**