Текст книги "Fuzzy Nation"

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Chapter Five

At any one time, there were perhaps 100,000 people on Zara XXIII. More accurately, 100,000 humans; there might be an occasional Urai or Negad, brought in by ZaraCorp in a minor, mid-level management capacity to show that the company was committed to sapient diversity in its hiring and staffing practices. But they rarely stayed long, and neither ZaraCorp nor its human employees did much to convince them to stay. Zara XXIII was a “man shop” all the way through.

Sixty thousand of the people on Zara XXIII worked directly at the few hundred E & E camps, in crews ranging in number from fifteen to two thousand, depending on the size and complexity of the exploit site. The majority of these people were laborers—the men and some women who operated the mining or harvesting machinery, hauled the product off of mountains or out of mines or up from wells—and a few managers and supervisors. But each site also had its support roles, including cooks, IT, janitorial, medical teams, and “happy staff” of both sexes.

These E & E camps dotted the planet from equator to poles; they sent raw materials to Aubreytown, the planet’s sole city, located on a high equatorial plateau to save the cost of a few miles of beanstalk construction. Aubreytown sent back supplies, relief crews, and coffins for some of those whom the relief crews were relieving. One could spend an entire life working at ZaraCorp E & E camps, and some did.

Twenty thousand of the people on Zara XXIII worked the beanstalk in Aubreytown, taking the raw materials shipped in from the E & E camps and preparing them for transport, first up the beanstalk and then to the ships docked at the ’stalk shipping terminal, at geostationary distance from the planet. The ships represented the massive and inequitable transfer of raw material wealth from Zara XXIII to Earth—or would, if there were any native sapient species on the planet to recognize the inequity. There weren’t, so it was all good from the point of view of ZaraCorp and the Colonial Authority.

Fifteen thousand people on Zara XXIII were contracted prospectors/surveyors, like Holloway. These contractors paid an annual franchise fee of several thousand credits to ZaraCorp and were given a territory to survey for the company. If they found anything exploitable, and ZaraCorp landed an E & E camp to exploit it, the contractor shared the wealth to the tune of one quarter of 1 percent of the gross market value of the materials extracted.

If your territory included rich seams of sunstones, you could get wealthy, as Holloway was about to. If it included ores or rare woods, you could make a comfortable amount. If like most surveyors you worked a territory that included no raw materials in a high enough concentration for ZaraCorp to bother extracting, you’d go broke, fast. Most survey contractors lasted a year or two before they shipped earthside, flat busted. ZaraCorp required every contractor to prepay the return trip. Independent surveyors were not tolerated planetside.

The remaining five thousand people were miscellaneous: construction and maintenance crews for Aubreytown buildings and structures. ZaraCorp executives and white collar staff stationed planetside to keep track of materials and profits, and support staff for said execs. A Colonial Authority Judge and her two clerks. A well-armed if not hugely well-trained security detail, whose primary job was to break up the fights in the Aubreytown bars (that is, when they were not the ones starting the fights themselves). The owners and staffs of Aubreytown’s sixteen bars, three restaurants, and one combination general store/brothel. The medical staff at Aubreytown’s twelve-bed hospital. And finally, the single and somewhat lonely clergyman operating the ecumenical chapel at the edge of Aubreytown, which ZaraCorp had placed next to the waste incinerator. There were no spouses who did not themselves have jobs. There were no children at all.

The astute observer will have noticed that among the enumerated staff there were none engaging in pure science. This was by design. ZaraCorp’s charter was for exploration and exploitation; of the two of these, the company preferred to focus on the second whenever possible. Exploration was farmed out to the mostly hapless contract surveyors, on whom the company turned a profit regardless of whether they discovered anything useful or not. Trained scientists were not needed for this sort of exploration, merely people willing to set acoustical charges, take samples, and then feed the data into specialized machinery, which did all the hard work of science. Exploitation required engineers and other workers with expertise of a technical nature, not lab guys.

Nevertheless ZaraCorp staffed three scientists at Zara XXIII, primarily to satisfy CEPA E & E charter requirements. They numbered one geologist, one biologist, and one despairing xenolinguist, who was supposed to be assigned to Uraill but through bureaucratic snafus had been sent to Zara XXIII instead. He was obliged to remain until the paperwork could be cleared up, a process that had now consumed two standard years and showed no sign of resolution. The xenolinguist, paid but useless, spent his time reading detective novels and drinking.

Jack Holloway had met the xenolinguist once at a ZaraCorp function he’d been forced to attend. He learned from the somewhat lubricated man everything he’d ever possibly need to know about the phonological complexities of the various branches of the Urai language tree and how the Urai’s three ancillary tongues had an impact on each. He told his date for the function that after an hour of that,she had damn well better make it up to him. She had. She was the biologist.

And the person whom Holloway was looking at now.

Isabel Wangai didn’t see Holloway. She was staring down at her infopad as she stepped out of her office block, and he was across the street anyway, standing there with Carl on his leash. Carl had seen Isabel, and immediately his tail started thumping like mad. Holloway checked both ways down the street; there was nothing but foot traffic. He unhooked Carl from his leash, and the dog went bounding across the street to Isabel.

Isabel looked momentarily confused as a dog leapt at her, but when she recognized the animal she let out a cry of delight and knelt to receive her daily recommended allowance of canine face licking. She was playfully tugging on Carl’s ears as Holloway walked up.

“He’s happy to see you,” Holloway said.

“I’m happy to see him,” Isabel said, and kissed the dog on the nose.

“Are you happy to see me?” Holloway asked.

Isabel looked up at Holloway and smiled that smile of hers. “Of course I am,” she said. “How else would I get to see Carl?”

“Cute,” Holloway said. “I’ll just be taking my dog now, then.”

Isabel laughed, stood up, and gave Holloway a friendly peck on the cheek. “There,” she said. “All better.”

“Thanks,” Holloway said.

“You’re welcome,” Isabel said. She turned to the dog, clapped, and held her hands out. Carl jumped up and put his paws in her hands for a double-handshake. “Are you in town for a reason, or did you just travel six hundred klicks so I could see Carl?”

“I have business with Chad Bourne,” Holloway said.

“That should be fun,” Isabel said, glancing over at Holloway. “You two still antagonizing each other?”

“We get along great now,” Holloway said.

“Uh-huh,” Isabel said. “I’ve heard you lie enough to know you’re doing it now, Jack.”

“Let me put it another way, then,” Holloway said, and drew out the sunstone he’d brought with him. “I’ve recently given him reason to get along with me.”

Isabel saw the stone, released Carl from his double handshake, and then held out her hand to Holloway. He placed the stone in it. She held it up in the sunlight, letting the crystals inside it glimmer.

“It’s big,” she said, finally.

“Not as big as some of the others,” Holloway said.

“Hmmm,” Isabel said, considering the stone again. She closed her hand around it and faced Holloway. “So you finally hit your big score.”

“Looks like,” Holloway said. “The acoustic image has the sunstone seam a hundred meters wide, and the seam kept going past the image. And it’s more than four meters thick in places. It could be the mother lode of sunstone finds.”

“Well, congratulations, then, Jack,” Isabel said. “It’s what you’ve always wanted.” She moved to return the stone, which was now glowing faintly in her hand.

“It’s yours,” Holloway said. “A gift. By way of an apology.”

Isabel arched an eyebrow, slightly. “An apology. Really. And for what are we apologizing today?” she asked.

“You know,” Jack said, uncomfortably. “All of it.”

“Right,” Isabel said.

“I’m admitting I screwed up,” Holloway said.

“You just can’t say how,” Isabel said. “That’s actually an important part of any apology, Jack.”

Jack pointed at the sunstone. “Big rock,” he said.

Isabel gave a small laugh at that and handed it back to him. Holloway took it reluctantly.

“It’s worth a lot,” Holloway said. “If nothing else, you could sell it.”

“And go crazy at the company store?” Isabel said.

“Or the other part of that edifice,” Holloway said.

“I think not,” Isabel said. “In either part. Anyway, if I were that motivated by money, I wouldn’t be a biologist. I’d do what you do.”

“Ouch,” Holloway said.

“Sorry,” Isabel said. “It’s a lovely sunstone. And I do appreciate the apology attempt. But I don’t think it suits me.”

“The apology or the rock?” Holloway said.

“Either,” Isabel said. “I’d like a better apology, when you can manage to say it. And you know how I feel about sunstones in general.”

“The jellyfish are long past caring,” Holloway said.

“Maybe,” Isabel said. “On the other hand, watching ZaraCorp take that hill you named after me and strip every single living thing off it because there might be some of thesein it”—she pointed at the stone that was now in Holloway’s hand—“sort of killed the attraction for me.”

“They didn’t do it just because of the sunstones,” Holloway said. “They wanted the rockwood, too.”

Isabel stared at Holloway.

“That was a joke,” Holloway said.

“Really,” Isabel said, with that flatness in her voice Holloway had learned to dread, and ultimately, to hide from. “You’ve told better ones.”

“I suppose I could get you another gift to make up for it,” Holloway said.

“What, another rock? Thanks, no,” Isabel said. “I liked that you named a living hill for me, once upon a time. Thatwas a thoughtful gift. A shame what happened to it.” She turned, bent to give Carl a kiss on the head, and headed off down the street.

“There’s something else,” Holloway said.

Isabel stopped and took a second before turning back to face Holloway. “Yes?” she said. Her tone indicated he’d already used up all his time with her for the day.

Holloway fished out a data card from his pocket. “I got a visitor to the cabin a few days ago,” he said. “Some sort of creature. Something I hadn’t seen before. I don’t think anyone’s seen it before. I thought you might be interested.”

She was, despite herself. “What kind of animal?” she asked.

“I think you probably should just see the video for yourself,” Holloway said.

“If it’s another lizard, ZaraCorp won’t care,” Isabel said. “Not unless it’s poisonous to humans or urinates pure petroleum.”

“It’s not a lizard,” Holloway promised. “Is the company telling you what to research?”

“Of course it is,” Isabel said. “More accurately, it’s telling me what notto research. Unfortunately, if I’m not cataloging lizards on this planet, I’m not doing much of anything else. I’m going to end up like Chen.” Chen was the xenolinguist.

Holloway moved his head, motioning to the data card. “This will keep you busy,” he said. “I guarantee it.”

Isabel looked at the card doubtfully but walked forward and extended her hand. “I’ll take a look at it,” she said, taking the card. “You’d better not be wasting my time, Jack.”

“I’m not,” he said. “I’ve learned not to do that, at least.”

“Good,” Isabel said. “It’s nice that you got something out of the relationship.”

“It’s not currently much use to me on a day-to-day basis,” Holloway said. “Seeing that you’re in town all the time now.”

“Well, life is like that sometimes,” Isabel said. “We learn things too late, and then we don’t get to use them.” She looked at Holloway.

“I amsorry,” Holloway said.

“I know,” Isabel said. “Thank you, Jack.” She gave him another peck on the cheek, friendly again, but no more than that. “And now I really do have to go. You’ve made me late for my lunch appointment.” She patted Carl again and walked off, hurrying.

Holloway watched her go for a few minutes and then reached down and clicked the leash back on Carl’s collar. “I think that went well,” he said to Carl. “All things considered.”

Carl looked up at Holloway with what he judged was a fair amount of dubiousness.

“Oh, shut up,” Holloway said. “It wasn’t allmy fault.”

Carl and Holloway turned their eyes back down the street just in time to watch Isabel turn the corner and disappear.

Chapter Six

“You’re late,” Bourne said on the steps of ZaraCorp’s administrative building. Holloway came alone; he’d taken Carl back to the skimmer, gave him a zararaptor bone, and turned on the air circulator.

“I was catching up with someone,” Holloway said.

“Saw Isabel, did you,” Bourne said. “You two still antagonizing each other?”

“Funny, she asked me the same question about you,” Holloway said.

“I bet,” Bourne said. “You know, Jack, I’m not one for reading too much into things, but even I can see that when you name a hill for your girlfriend, and then you have that hill strip-mined down to rubble, it’s not a good sign for the relationship.”

“There’s a reason I don’t come to you for advice about my love life,” Holloway said.

“Fair enough,” Bourne said. “I hear she’s seeing someone new.”

“I wouldn’t know about that,” Holloway said.

“Yeah, one of the new administrative group that transferred planetside a few months ago,” Bourne said. “A lawyer. Assistant general counsel. If you and I had gone to court, he’d probably have been the one that would have gutted your claim like a fish.”

“Sounds like a nice guy,” Holloway said.

“Well, you know,” Bourne said. “The general consensus is that Isabel traded up.”

“I thought we were late,” Holloway said, changing the subject.

“ You’relate,” Bourne said. “But I figured you’d be late, because that’s just the sort of antagonistic prick you are. So I told you to come twenty minutes earlier than I needed you here. We’reright on time. Now come on.” He walked up the steps.

“This place is as lovely as ever,” Holloway said, once they were inside the building. On Earth, the Zarathustra Corporation’s headquarters in Dayton, Ohio, were considered to be one of the major architectural achievements of the last century. On Zara XXIII, light-years from the need for public relations and corporate gamesmanship, the local headquarters were a nondescript block of cheap and durable building components designed to house staff efficiently and without undue expense.

“I love what you’ve done with the cubicles,” Holloway said. “I didn’t know you could still get fluorescent lights.”

Bourne ignored this and kept walking, forcing Holloway to follow. “Listen, Jack,” he said, glancing back at his guest. “I know you and I have our problems, but if you can, I want you to behave yourself at this meeting.”

“Why this particular meeting?” Jack said.

“That seam you found,” Bourne said. “It’s big.”

“I know that, Chad,” Holloway said. “I found it, remember?”

“No,” Bourne said. They had arrived at the door of a meeting room. “You think you know. But it’s bigger than even youthink it is. It’s attracted a lot of attention here and back home already. It’s become a priority.”

“What does that mean?” Holloway said.

“Promise me, Jack,” Bourne said. “As the contractor who found the seam, you have a vested interest, and we’re required by the E and E charter to keep you in the loop with everything. And I will. But you have to promise me that you’re going to behave yourself.”

“Or what?” Holloway said, genuinely curious.

“There’s no ‘or what,’ Jack,” Bourne said. “This isn’t just you and me sticking each other with pins to see who screams first anymore. I’m not threatening you. I’m not making demands. I’m asking. Please. Behave.”

Holloway was quiet for a minute. “You say this find is big,” he said, to Bourne.

“Yeah,” Bourne said.

“How big?” Holloway asked.

“So big that if I didn’t happen to be your ZaraCorp handler, the only way I’d even get to be nearthis meeting is if I was told to bring in some sandwiches,” Bourne said.

“This is different from your daily life how?” Holloway asked.

“Jesus, Jack,” Bourne said. “Are you even listening to me?”

“It was a joke,” Holloway said.

“You’ve told better ones,” Bourne said, and then noticed the sudden smile on Holloway’s face. “What?”

“That’s the second time I’ve heard thattoday, too,” he said.

“Jack,” Bourne said.

“Relax, Chad,” Holloway said. “I hear you. I’ll behave. I promise.”

“Thank you,” Bourne said.

“But after all that, this meeting better live up to the billing,” Holloway said.

“Well, you tell me,” Bourne said. He opened the door to the meeting room. Inside was the entire upper echelon of the local ZaraCorp management.

“Okay, that isimpressive,” Holloway muttered to Bourne. Bourne didn’t respond.

“And here is the man who just made Zarathustra Corporation’s annual report that much brighter this year,” said Alan Irvine, ZaraCorp VP and Planetary Director for Zara XXIII. He smiled and got up from his chair to shake Holloway’s hand, and gave him a too-hearty slap on the back. “Mr. Holloway. You are most welcome here.”

“Thanks,” Holloway said.

“Please, sit,” Irvine motioned to an empty chair at the table. There was only one; Bourne, apparently, would spend the meeting standing, along with a series of other underlings who unobtrusively lined the walls. “I assume you’re familiar with the rest of the crew here.”

“Yes,” Holloway said, and nodded generally down the table. “I’ve been to the ZaraCorp holiday parties.”

“Of course you have,” Irvine said. “I seem to recall you on the arm of that biologist of ours. Warner?”

“Wangai,” Holloway said.

“That Indian?” Irvine asked.

“Kenyan,” Holloway said. “By way of Oxford.”

“Right,” Irvine said. “Still seeing her?”

“Saw her earlier today,” Holloway said.

“Wonderful,” Irvine said. He turned and motioned to one person in particular. “Here’s someone you don’tknow, though. Mr. Holloway, this is Wheaton Aubrey the Seventh. He’s doing a tour of the ZaraCorp divisions and properties and happened to be here when you called in this claim. You may recognize the name.”

“Sure. One very much like it is on all my checks,” Holloway said. He could sense Bourne stiffening up behind him. This was very close to not behaving. Fortunately a small ripple of laughter went around the table at the comment.

“So it is,” Irvine said. “And likely not too far in the future, it’ll be hissignature there.”

“Hopefully later rather than sooner,” Aubrey said in a tone that to Holloway did not suggest that the former was in fact all that much more preferable than the latter. Aubrey turned in his seat to face Holloway. “I see from your file you went to Duke.”

“Law school, yes,” Holloway said.

“I was there for undergrad,” Aubrey said. “Class of ’18.”

“We missed by three years,” Holloway said.

“It’s not every Duke JD that ends up in the wilds of a Class Three planet,” Aubrey said.

“It’s a long story,” Holloway said.

“I would think so, considering it apparently involves disbarment,” Aubrey said. “That’s never a quick thing to explain, is it?”

Holloway looked at Aubrey, with his pleasant, sun-tousled features, notwithstanding the famously beakish Aubrey nose, which Holloway guessed had never once been punched in for its owner being a smug dick. “No, it’s not,” he said. “But inasmuch as this particular long story ends up with me getting rich and you and your family getting even richer, I don’t suppose either of us can complain about it too much.” He smiled at Aubrey.

After a moment, Aubrey smiled back. “Indeed not,” he said. He turned toward Irvine, who had watched the exchange between Aubrey and Holloway with some consternation. “And it’s one story that we can skip to the end of, since I believe we were about to discuss just how muchricher we are all going to be.”

“Right,” Irvine said, and tapped the infopanel on the table in front of him. The wall directly behind him woke up and displayed a presentation slide. “Johan, I think you’re going to walk us through what we’re seeing.”

“Yes,” said Johan Gruber, Director of Exploitation for Zara XXIII. He turned to the wall. “After Mr. Holloway established the claim and forwarded the data from the initial survey, it became clear that the sunstone seam was likely larger than we had originally estimated. We sent an additional survey team to the area—”

“Excuse me?” Holloway said. All surveys of a contracted surveyor’s land had to be performed or supervised by the surveyor. To do otherwise was to risk loss of a claim or subsequent profits from finds stemming from the original claim. “I wasn’t made aware of that.”

“Exigent circumstances,” said Janice Meyer, ZaraCorp’s General Counsel on Zara XXIII. “If you look in your contract, you’ll see that ZaraCorp may, in certain pressing circumstances, operate in a contractor’s territory to expedite the collection of information or materials.”

“What’s the pressing circumstance?” Holloway said.

“I am,” said Aubrey. “This is a significant find, and I wanted to be able to report on it to the chairman and the rest of the board. I was scheduled to leave Zara Twenty-three tomorrow, so I authorized the exigent circumstances clause.”

“You needn’t worry, Mr. Holloway,” Meyer said. “In the event of the exigent circumstances clause being triggered, all additional finds are automatically appended to the original find and the surveyor additionally compensated.”

“How so?” Holloway said.

Meyer looked over to Irvine, who nodded. “We feel an additional tenth of a percent is appropriate,” he said.

“That sounds fine,” Holloway said.

“Congratulations on your point-three-five percent,” said Aubrey, with the sort of casual condescension that comes from knowing that one’s own share of the pie is immeasurably greater. He motioned at Gruber to continue.

Holloway debated saying anything but then realized that if he didn’t, he’d be forced to take a cut. “Half a percent, actually,” he said.

“I beg your pardon?” Aubrey said, annoyed to be interrupted.

Holloway glanced over to Bourne, who looked appalled to be noticed. “Tell him,” he said.

“Uh,” Bourne said, and then caught himself. “Mr. Holloway recently renegotiated his contract for point-four percent of the gross,” he said. “So this bonus does take him to half a percent.”

“I see,” Aubrey said. “And was there a reason for this sudden renegotiation of a standard ZaraCorp contract?”

“Exigent circumstances,” Holloway said.

Aubrey did not appear to find the joke amusing. “Fine,” he said. “But your bonus doesn’t apply until afterwe factor in the cleanup cost of your cliff collapse. CEPA is already processing the fine for that. You share in the profits, you share in the cost.”

What a penny-ante little prick,Holloway thought, and glanced again to Bourne. Bourne glared back at him with a stop picking on meexpression on his face. Holloway ignored the look. “Chad?” he said.

“What?” Aubrey snapped, shifting his attention to Bourne. “Does his contract get him out of that,too?”

Bourne tried to get the “trapped animal” look out of his eyes. He sighed. “Yes, it does,” he said.

“Who are you?” Aubrey asked.

“Chad Bourne,” Bourne said. “Contractor representative.”

“You must be a very popular rep, Mr. Bourne,” Aubrey said, “considering how lavishly you treat your contractors. Are there any otherspecial favors we need to know about in Mr. Holloway’s contract? Additional hidden points on the backend? Free nights at the brothel? Are you required to hand-wash his skimmer whenever he comes into town?”

“No,” Bourne said. “That’s all there is.”

“You’d better hope so,” Aubrey said. “Who is your director here?”

“I am,” said Vincent D’Abo, Director of Staffing, raising his hand.

“After this meeting, you and I are going to have a talk,” Aubrey said.

“Yes, sir,” D’Abo said, and shot a poisonous look at both Bourne and Holloway.

“Now that we’ve wasted several minutes on contracts, let’s get back to the actual pointof this meeting, if that’s not too much trouble,” Aubrey said. Gruber, caught by surprise, cleared his throat and started over.

Holloway glanced back at Bourne, who looked pale. Sorry,Holloway said, mouthing the word silently. Bourne was resolute in ignoring him.

Holloway turned his attention back to the slides on the wall, and to the drone of Gruber’s voice, describing the methodology of the additional surveys as well as the difficulty of doing the additional surveys on the jungle floor, that is, in places where the surveyors, if unwary, might be consumed by large predators. “In short, our survey teams are still sounding the extent of the seam,” Gruber said. “But the data we do have are compelling. The next slide should make this clear.”

The image flicked over to the next slide, which showed topographical maps from the side and from above. The seam was featured in green on both images.

“Holy crap,” Holloway said. The massive seam he’d found in the cliff was in fact just a tendril; it curled out of the cliff and branched like an alluvial flow into what looked like a wide river of rock that extended for kilometers north of the cliff, petering out only a klick south of Mount Isabel. Holloway looked at the width and breadth of the seam and tried to figure out how much it might be worth. His brain wasn’t keeping up with the numbers.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one. “What’s this going to be worth to us?” asked Aubrey.

“It depends on how dense the seam is with sunstones,” Gruber said. “The portion Mr. Holloway here excavated seems unusually dense, but for our models, I think it would be wise to employ standard sunstone density, based on the data from previous excavations.”

“Fine,” Aubrey said curtly. “Give me a number.”

“Somewhere between eight hundred billion and one-point-two trillion credits,” Gruber said.

It took a moment for the magnitude of the number to sink in. Someone at the table let out a low whistle. Holloway was pretty sure it wasn’t him.

“A trillion-credit seam,” Aubrey said, finally.

“Yes,” Gruber said. “That is, provided we can extract the entire seam.”

Aubrey snorted. “Christ, man,” he said. “This thing is worth more than this company’s last sixty years of revenue. Do you really think we’re notgoing to extract the whole thing?”

“No, sir,” Gruber said. “But there are practical and environmental issues—”

“Which we will solve one way or another,” Aubrey said, interrupting Gruber.

“Yes, sir,” Gruber said, pressing on. “Even so, it will present challenges, particularly in accessing the main seam in the lowland jungle areas. Challenges that will at present take us right to the line of CEPA regulations regarding mining and deforestation.”

“CEPA regulations aren’t written in stone,” Aubrey said.

“No, sir,” Gruber agreed. “But per your father’s orders, they still have to be followed.”

“Yes, of course,” Aubrey said, with the same tone of voice he’d earlier used to opine about the desirability of his father’s continued health. Holloway looked around the table to see if anyone evidenced any concern about this. The faces of the ZaraCorp executives were very carefully blank. Holloway smirked in spite of himself.

Aubrey looked around the table. “Gentlemen, I want to be clear about this,” he said. “This seam of sunstones could be of enormous benefit to the Zarathustra Corporation. I don’t need to remind you that our company’s preeminence in the Exploration and Exploitation segment of the economy has been under attack, both from increased regulatory interference by the Colonial Authority, and by other E and Es, primarily BlueSky, whose revenues exceeded ours last year for the first time in history. This sunstone seam, fully exploited, could put ZaraCorp in an unassailable profit position for decades. Decades. So we willexploit it fully.

“Therefore, gentlemen: The excavation of this seam is now the top priority of your planetary organization,” Aubrey said. “You need to go through your organization and find what resources you can commit on an immediate basis, and which resources you can shift to it thereafter. I have decided to stay on planet to personally supervise the start-up of this effort. If we’re not exploiting this seam in a month—and I mean exploiting it in a serious, focused way—then you all are going to be looking for new jobs. Which I will make it my personal business to ensure you never find. Are we clear?”

No one said anything. Wheaton Aubrey VII held no official executive title at Zarathustra Corporation, but then neither had Wheaton Aubrey VI before he became Chairman and CEO, nor his father before him. No one was under any illusion Aubrey VII was not next in line to the throne. No one was under any illusion Aubrey VII couldn’t bury them and their careers under six miles of shit.

“Good,” Aubrey said. “Then let’s get to it.” He grinned and thumped the table. “Damn! This is good news.” He looked down the table again at Holloway. “Now I really amglad you were disbarred, Holloway.”

“Thanks,” Holloway said, dryly.