Part 24 (1/2)
On the way back, one of Ye's colleagues recited from Chairman Mao's essay ”Remembering Bethune”: ”'n.o.ble-minded and pure, a man of moral integrity and above vulgar interests.'” He sighed. ”There really are people who can live like that.”
Others also expressed their admiration and conflicted feelings. Ye seemed to be speaking to herself as she said, ”If there were more men like him, even just a few more, things would have turned out differently.”
Of course, no one understood what she really meant.
The task force leader turned the conversation back to their work. ”I think this site isn't going to work. Our superiors won't approve it.”
”Why not? Of the four possible sites, this has the best electromagnetic environment.”
”What about the human environment? Comrades, don't just focus on the technical side. Look at how poor this place is. The poorer a village, the craftier the people. Do you understand? If the observatory were located here, there would be trouble between the scientists and the locals. I can imagine the peasants thinking of the astronomy complex as a juicy piece of meat that they can take bites from.”
This site was indeed not approved, and the reason was just what the task force leader had said.
Three years pa.s.sed without Ye hearing anything more about Evans.
But one spring day, Ye received a postcard from Evans with only a single line: ”Come here. Tell me how to go on.”
Ye rode the train for a day and a night, and then switched to a bus for many hours until she arrived at the village nestled in the remote hills of the Northwest.
As soon as she climbed onto that small hillock, she saw the forest again. Because the trees had grown, it now seemed far denser, but Ye noticed that the forest had once been much bigger. Newer parts that had grown in the past few years had already been cut.
The logging was in full swing. In every direction, trees were falling. The entire forest seemed like a mulberry leaf being devoured by silkworms on all sides. At the current rate, it would disappear soon. The workers doing the logging came from two nearby villages. Using axes and saws, they cut down those barely grown trees one by one, and then dragged them off the hill using tractors and ox carts. There were many loggers, and fights frequently erupted among them.
The fall of each small tree didn't make much sound, and there was no loud buzzing from chain saws, but the almost-familiar scene made Ye's chest tighten.
Someone called out to her-that production team leader, now the village chief. He recognized Ye. When she asked him why they were cutting down the forest, he said, ”This forest isn't protected by law.”
”How can that be? The Forestry Law has just been promulgated.”
”But who ever gave Bethune permission to plant trees here? A foreigner coming here to plant trees without approval would not be protected by any law.”
”You can't think that way. He was planting on the barren hills and didn't take up any arable land. Also, back when he started, you didn't object.”
”That's true. The county actually gave him an award for planting the trees. The villagers originally planned to cut down the forest in a few more years-it's best to wait until the pig is fat before slaughtering it, am I right? But those people from Nange Village can't wait any longer, and if my village doesn't join in, we won't get any.”
”You must stop immediately. I will go to the government to report this!”
”There's no need.” The village chief lit a cigarette and pointed to a truck loading the cut trees in the distance. ”See that? That's from the deputy secretary of the County Forestry Bureau. And there are also people here from the town police department. They've carried off more trees than anyone else! I told you, these trees have no status and aren't protected. You'll never find anyone who cares. Also, comrade, aren't you a college professor? What does this have to do with you?”
The adobe hut looked the same, but Evans wasn't inside. Ye found him in the woods holding an ax and carefully pruning a tree. He had obviously been at it for a while, his posture full of exhaustion.
”I don't care if this is meaningless. I can't stop. If I stop I'll fall apart.” Evans cut down a crooked branch with a practiced swing.
”Let's go together to the county government. If they won't do anything, we'll go up to the provincial government. Someone will stop them.” Ye looked at Evans with concern.
Evans stopped and stared at Ye in surprise. Light from the setting sun slanted through the trees and made his eyes sparkle. ”Ye, do you really think I'm doing this because of this forest?” He laughed and shook his head, then dropped the ax. He sat down, his back against a tree. ”If I want to stop them, it'd be easy. I just returned from America. My father died two months ago, and I inherited most of his money. My brother and sister only got five million each. This wasn't what I expected at all. Maybe in his heart, he still respected me. Or maybe he respected my ideals. Not including fixed a.s.sets, do you know how much money I have at my disposal? About four point five billion dollars. I could easily ask them to stop and get them to plant more trees. I could make all the loess hills within sight be covered by quick-growth forest. But what would be the point?
”Everything you see before you is the result of poverty. But how are things any better in the wealthy countries? They protect their own environments, but then s.h.i.+ft the heavily polluting industries to the poorer nations. You probably know that the American government just refused to sign the Kyoto Protocol.... The entire human race is the same. As long as civilization continues to develop, the swallows I want to save and all the other swallows will go extinct. It's just a matter of time.”
Ye sat silently, gazing at the rays of light cast among the trees by the setting sun, listening to the noise from the loggers. Her thoughts returned to twenty years ago, to the forests of the Greater Khingan Mountains, where she had once had a similar conversation with another man.
”Do you know why I came here?” Evans continued. ”The seeds of Pan-Species Communism had sprouted long ago in the ancient East.”
”You're thinking of Buddhism?”
”Yes. The focus of Christianity is Man. Even though all the species were placed into Noah's Ark, other species were never given the same status as humans. But Buddhism is focused on saving all life. That was why I came to the East. But ... it's obvious now that everywhere is the same.”
”Yes, that's true. Everywhere, people are the same.”
”What can I do now? What is the purpose of my life? I have four point five billion dollars and an international oil company. But what good is all that? Humans have surely invested more than forty-five billion dollars in saving species near extinction. And probably more than four hundred and fifty billion has already been spent on saving the environment from degradation. But what's the use? Civilization continues to follow its path of destruction of all life on Earth except humans. Four point five billion is enough to build an aircraft carrier, but even if we build a thousand aircraft carriers, it would be impossible to stop the madness of humanity.”
”Mike, this is what I wanted to tell you. Human civilization is no longer capable of improving by its own strength.”
”Can there be any source of power outside of humanity? Even if G.o.d once existed, He died long ago.”
”Yes, there are other powers.”
The sun had set and the loggers had left. The forest and the loess hills were silent. Ye now told Evans the whole story of Red Coast and Trisolaris. Evans listened quietly, and the loess hills and the forest in dusk seemed to listen as well. When Ye was finished, a bright moon rose from the east and cast speckled shadows on the forest floor.
Evans said, ”I still can't believe what you just told me. It's too fantastic. But luckily, I have the resources to confirm this. If what you told me is true”-he extended his hand and spoke the words that every new member of the future ETO would have to say upon joining-”let us be comrades.”
28.
The Second Red Coast Base Three more years pa.s.sed. Evans seemed to have disappeared. Ye didn't know if he really was somewhere in the world working to confirm her story, and had no idea how he would confirm it. Even though, by the scale of the universe, a gap of four light-years was as close as touching, it was still a distance that was unimaginably far for fragile life. The two worlds were like the source and mouth of a river that crossed s.p.a.ce. Any connections between them would be extremely attenuated.
One winter, Ye received an invitation from a not-very-prominent university in Western Europe to be a visiting scholar for half a year. After she landed at Heathrow for her interview, a young man came to meet her. They didn't leave the airport, but instead turned back to the landing strip. There, he escorted her onto a helicopter.
As the helicopter roared into the foggy air over England, time seemed to rewind and Ye experienced dej vu. Many years ago, when she first rode in a helicopter, her life was transformed. Where would fate bring her now?
”We're going to the Second Red Coast Base.”
The helicopter pa.s.sed the coastline and continued toward the heart of the Atlantic. After half an hour, the helicopter descended toward a huge s.h.i.+p in the ocean. As soon as Ye saw the s.h.i.+p, she thought of Radar Peak. Only now did she realize that the shape of the peak did resemble a giant s.h.i.+p. The Atlantic appeared like the forest of the Greater Khingan Mountains, but the thing that reminded her most of Red Coast Base was the huge parabolic antenna erected in the middle of the s.h.i.+p, which resembled a round sail. The s.h.i.+p was modified from a sixty-thousand-ton oil tanker, like a floating steel island. Evans had built his base on a s.h.i.+p-maybe it was so that it would always be at the best position for transmission and reception, or maybe it was to hide from detection. Later, she learned that the s.h.i.+p was called Judgment Day.
Ye stepped off the helicopter and heard a familiar howl. It was caused by the giant antenna slicing through the wind over the sea. The sound again drew her thoughts to the past. On the broad deck below the antenna, about two thousand people stood in a dense crowd.
Evans walked up to her and solemnly said, ”Using the frequency and coordinates you provided, we received a message from Trisolaris. We've confirmed everything you told me.”