Part 41 (1/2)

Antar had finished a short incendiary speech in Arabic while Maya was making her final push through the crowd, and Jackie was now up on the speakers' platform before a bank of microphones, making a speech that was amplified through big speakers on the pingo, and then reamplified by radio to auxiliary speakers placed all over Princess Park, and also to shoulder speakers, and lecterns, and wristpads, until her voice was everywhere- and yet, as every phrase echoed a bit off Table Mountain and Ellis b.u.t.te, and was welcomed by cheers, she could still only be heard part of the time. ”...Will not allow Mars to be used as a replacement world... an executive ruling cla.s.s who are primarily responsible for the destruction of Terra... rats trying to leave a sinking s.h.i.+p... make the same mess of things on Mars if we let them!... not going to happen! Because this is now a free Mars! Free Mars! Free Mars!”

And she punched a finger at the sky and the crowd roared the words out, louder and louder with each repet.i.tion, falling quickly into a rhythm that allowed them to shout together-”Free Mars! Free Mars! Free Mars! Free Mars!”

While the huge and still growing crowd was chanting this, Nirgal made his way up the pingo and onto the platform, and when people saw him, many of them began shouting ”Nir-gal,” either in time with ”Free Mars” or in the pauses between, so that it became ”Free Mars (Nir-gal) Free Mars (Nir-gal),” in an enormous choral counterpoint.

When he reached the microphone, Nirgal waved a hand for quiet. The chanting, however, did not stop, but changed over entirely to ”Nir-gal, Nir-gal, Nir-gal, Nir-gal,” with an enthusiasm that was palpable, vibrating in the sound of that great collective voice, as if every single person out there was one of his friends, and enormously pleased at his appearance- and, Nadia thought, he had been traveling for so much of his life that this might not be all that far from the truth.

The chanting slowly diminished, until the crowd noise was a general buzz, quite loud, above which Nirgal's amplified greeting could be heard pretty well. As he spoke, Maya continued to make her way through the crowd toward the pingo, and as people stilled, it became easier for her. Then when Nirgal began to speak, she stopped as well and just watched him, sometimes remembering to move forward during the cheers and applause that ended many sentences.

His speaking style was low-key, calm, friendly, slow. It was easier to hear him. ”For those of us born on Mars,” he said, ”this is our home.”

He had to pause for most of a minute as the crowd cheered. They were mostly natives, Nadia saw again; Maya was shorter than almost everyone out there.

”Our bodies are made of atoms that until recently were part of the regolith,” Nirgal went on. ”We are Martian through and through. We are living pieces of Mars. We are human beings who have made a permanent, biological commitment to this planet. It is our home. And we can never go back.” More cheers at this very well-known slogan.

”Now, as for those of us who were born on Earth- well, there are all different kinds, aren't there. When people move to a new place, some intend to stay and make it their new home, and we call those settlers. Others come to work for a while and then go back where they came from, and those we call visitors, or colonialists.

”Now natives and settlers are natural allies. After all, natives are no more than the children of earlier settlers. This is home to all of us together. As for visitors- there is room on Mars for them too. When we say that Mars is free, we are not saying Terrans can no longer come here. Not at all! We are all children of Earth, one way or another. It is our mother world, and we are happy to help it in every way we can.”

The noise diminished, the crowd seeming somewhat surprised by this a.s.sertion.

”But the obvious fact,” Nirgal went on, ”is that what happens here on Mars should not be decided by colonialists, or by anyone back on Earth.” Cheers began, drowning out some of what he said. ”- A simple statement of our desire for self-determination... our natural right... the driving force of human history. We are not a colony, and we won't be treated as one. There is no such thing as a colony anymore. We are a free Mars.”

More cheers, louder than ever, flowing into more chanting of ”Free Mars! Free Mars!”

Nirgal interrupted the chanting. ”What we intend to do now, as free Martians, is to welcome every Terran who wants to come to us. Whether to live here for a time and then go back, or else to settle here permanently. And we intend also to do everything we can to help Earth in its current environmental crisis. We have some expertise with flooding” (cheers) ”and we can help. But this help, from now on, will no longer come mediated by metanationals, exacting their profits from the exchange. It will come as a free gift. It will benefit the people of Earth more than anything that could be extracted from us as a colony. This is true in the strict literal sense of the amount of resources and work that will be transferred from Mars to Earth. And so we hope and trust that everyone on both worlds will welcome the emergence of a free Mars.”

And he stepped back and waved a hand, and the cheering and chanting erupted again. Nirgal stood on the platform, smiling and waving, looking pleased, but somewhat at a loss concerning what to do next.

All through his speech Maya had continued to inch forward during the cheering, and now Nadia could see by her vidcam image that she was at the platform's edge, standing in the first row of people. Her arms blocked the image again and again, and Nirgal caught sight of the waving, and looked at her.

When he saw who she was, he smiled and came right over, and helped boost her onto the platform. He led her over to the microphones, and Nadia caught a final image of a surprised and displeased Jackie Boone before Maya whipped off her vidcam spectacles. The image on Nadia's screen swung wildly, and ended up showing the planks of the platform. Nadia cursed and hurried over to Sax's screen, her heart in her throat.

Sax still had the Mangalavid image, now taken from the camera on the walktube arching from Ellis b.u.t.te to Table Mountain. From this angle they could see the sea of people surrounding the pingo, and filling the city's central valley far down into Ca.n.a.l Park; it had to be most of the people in Burroughs, surely. On the makes.h.i.+ft stage Jackie appeared to be shouting into Nirgal's ear. Nirgal did not respond to her, and in the middle of her exhortation he went up to the mikes. Maya looked small and old next to Jackie, but she was drawn up like an eagle, and when Nirgal said into the mikes, ”We have Maya Toitovna,” the cheers were huge.

Maya made chopping motions as she walked forward, and said into the mikes, ”Quiet! Quiet! Thank you! Thank you. Be quiet! Be quiet! We have some serious announcements to make here as well.” We have some serious announcements to make here as well.”

”Jesus, Maya,” Nadia said, clutching the back of Sax's chair.

”Mars is now independent, yes. Quiet! But as Nirgal just said, this does not mean we exist in isolation from Earth. This is impossible. We are claiming sovereignty according to international law, and we appeal to the World Court to confirm this legal status immediately. We have signed preliminary treaties affirming this independence, and establis.h.i.+ng diplomatic relations, with Switzerland, India, and China. We have also initiated a nonexclusive economic partners.h.i.+p with the organization Praxis. This, like all arrangements we will make, will be not-for-profit, and designed to maximally benefit both worlds. All these treaties taken together begin the creation of our formal, legal, semiautonomous relations.h.i.+p with the various legal bodies of Earth. We fully expect immediate confirmation and ratification of all these agreements, by the World Court, the United Nations, and all other relevant bodies.”

Cheers followed this announcement, and though they were not as loud as they had been for Nirgal, Maya allowed them to go on. When they had died down a bit, she continued.

”As for the situation here on Mars, our intentions are to meet here in Burroughs immediately, and use the Dorsa Brevia Declaration as the starting point for the establishment of a free Martian government.”

Cheers again, much more enthusiastic. ”Yes yes,” Maya said impatiently, trying to cut them off again. ”Quiet! Listen! Before any of that, we must address the problem of opposition. As you know, we are meeting here in front of the headquarters of the United Nations Transitional Authority security forces, who are this very moment listening along with the rest of us, there inside Table Mountain.” She pointed. ”Unless they have come out to join us.” Cheers, shouting, chanting. ”.... I want to say to them now that we mean them no harm. It is the Transitional Authority's job, now, to see that the transition has taken on a new form. And to order its security forces to stop trying to control us. You cannot control us!” Mad cheers. ”...mean you no harm. And we a.s.sure you that you have free access to the s.p.a.ceport, where there are planes that can take all of you to Sheffield, and from there up to Clarke, if you do not care to join us in this new endeavor. This is not a siege or a blockade. This is, simply enough-”

And she stopped, and put out both hands: and the crowd told her.

Over the sound of the chanting Nadia tried to get through to Maya, still up on the stage, but it was obviously impossible for her to hear. Finally, however, Maya looked down at her wristpad. The image trembled; her arm was shaking.

”That was great, Maya! I am so proud of you!”

”Yes, well, anyone can make up stories!”

Art said loudly, ”See if you can get them to disperse!”

”Right,” Maya said.

”Talk to Nirgal,” Nadia said. ”Get him and Jackie to do it. Tell them to make sure there isn't any rush on Table Mountain, or anything like. Let them do it.”

”Ha,” Maya exclaimed. ”Yes. We will let Jackie do it, won't we.”

After that her wristpad's little camera image swung everywhere, and the noise was too great for the linked observers to make anything out. The Mangalavid cameras showed a big clump of people onstage conferring.

Nadia went over and sat down on a chair, feeling as drained as if she had had to make the speech herself. ”She was great,” she said. ”She remembered everything we told her. Now we just have to make it real.”

”Just saying it makes it real,” Art said. ”h.e.l.l, everyone on both worlds saw that. Praxis will be on it already. And Switzerland will surely back us. No, we'll make it work.”

Sax said, ”Transitional Authority might not agree. Here's a message in from Zeyk. Red commandos have come down from Syrtis. They've taken over the western end of the dike. They're moving east along it. They're not that far from the s.p.a.ceport.”

”That's just what we want to avoid!” Nadia cried. ”What do they think they're doing!”

Sax shrugged.

”Security isn't going to like that at all,” Art said.

”We should talk to them directly,” Nadia said, thinking it over. ”I used to talk to Hastings when he was Mission Control. I don't remember much about him, but I don't think he was any kind of screaming crazy person.”

”Couldn't hurt to find out what he's thinking,” Art said.

So she went to a quiet room, and got on a screen, and made a call to UNTA headquarters in Table Mountain, and identified herself. Though it was now about two in the morning, she got through to Hastings in about five minutes.

She recognized him immediately, though she would have said she had long since forgotten his face. A short thin-faced harried technocrat, with a bit of a temper. When he saw her on his screen he grimaced. ”You people again. We sent the wrong hundred, I've always said that.”

”No doubt.”

Nadia studied his face, trying to imagine what kind of man could have headed Mission Control in one century and the Transitional Authority in the next. He had been irritated with them frequently when they were on the Ares, haranguing them for every little deviation from the regulations, and getting truly furious when they temporarily stopped sending back video, late in the trip. A rules and regs bureaucrat, the kind of man Arkady had despised. But a man you could reason with.

Or so it seemed to her at first. She argued with him for ten or fifteen minutes, telling him that the demonstration he had just witnessed outside in the park was part of what had happened everywhere on Mars- that the whole planet had turned against them- that they were free to go to the s.p.a.ceport and leave.

”We're not going to leave,” Hastings said.

His UNTA forces controlled the physical plant, he told her, and therefore the city was his. The Reds might take over the dike, but there was no chance they would broach it, because there were two hundred thousand people in the city, who were in effect hostages. Expert reinforcements were due to arrive with the next continuous shuttle, which was going to make its...o...b..tal insertion in the next twenty-four hours. So the speeches meant nothing. Posturing only.