A Second Chance at Eden (12 page)

‘Yes, I see now.’ I stood up. ‘Well, providing I can verify this
hypothesis
, I think you and the other trustees can be removed from my suspect list. Thank you for your time.’

Harwood lumbered to his feet. ‘I hope you find Penny’s killer soon, Chief Parfitt.’

‘I’ll do my best.’

‘Yeah, I guess so.’ His expression turned confidently superior. ‘But don’t count on having too much time. You might just find you ain’t gonna be here for very much longer.’

I stopped in the open door, and gave him a genuinely pitying look. ‘Do you really think that Boston won’t need a professional police force if you ever do manage to form a government here? If so, you’re more of a daydreaming fool than I thought.’

*

Pieter Zernov was a lot more cordial than Harwood; but then we’d got to know each other quite well on the
Ithilien
. A modest man, quietly intelligent, who kept most of his opinions to himself; but when he did talk on a subject which interested him he was both coherent and well informed. It was his nomination as a trustee which made me inclined to believe Harwood’s explanation about what Boston intended to do with the money. I trusted Pieter, mainly because he was one person who couldn’t have killed Penny. The way it looked at the moment, the murderer had to have been in the habitat for at least a couple of days prior to the murder.

A time when Pieter was on the
Ithilien
with me. Good alibi.

I found him in the JSKP’s Biotechnology Division headquarters, supervising Ararat’s germination.

‘It ought to be Penny doing this,’ he said mournfully. ‘She put in so much work on Ararat, especially after her accident. It’s a tremendous improvement on Eden and Pallas.’

We were standing at the back of a large control centre; five long rows of consoles were arrayed in front of us, each with technicians scanning displays and issuing streams of orders to their equipment. Big holoscreens were fixed up around the walls, each showing a different view of Ararat as the large seed floated fifteen kilometres distant from Eden. The foam which protected it during the flight from the O’Neill Halo had been stripped away, allowing the base to be mated to a large support module.

‘It looks like an old-style oil refinery,’ I said.

‘Not a bad guess,’ Pieter said. ‘The tanks all hold hydrocarbon compounds. We’ll feed them into the seed over the next two months. Then if we’re happy that the germination is progressing normally, the whole thing gets shifted to its permanent orbital location, leading Eden by a thousand kilometres. We have a suitable mineral-rich rock there waiting for it.’

‘And Ararat will just start eating it?’

‘Not quite, we have to process the raw material it consumes for a further nine months, until its own absorption and digestion organs have developed. After that it’ll be attached directly onto the rock. We are hoping that the next generation habitats are going to be able to ingest minerals straight out of the ore right from the start.’

‘From tiny acorns,’ I murmured.

‘Quite. Although, this isn’t one unified seed like you have for trees. Habitat seeds are multisymbiotic constructs; we don’t know how to sequence the blueprint for an entire habitat into a single strand of DNA. Not yet, anyway. And, regrettably, biotechnology research is slowing down on Earth, there’s too much association with affinity. That’s why Penny was so keen to move her company out here, where she could work without interference.’

‘Speaking of which . . .’

He bowed his head. ‘Yes, I know. Her will.’

‘If you could just confirm what Antony Harwood told me.’

‘Oh, Antony. You shook him up rather badly, you know. He’s not used to being treated like that. His employees are a great deal more respectful.’

‘You were hooked in?’

‘Most of us were.’

I found I quite liked that idea, silent witnesses to Mr Front knuckling under at the first touch of pressure. Most unprofessional, Harvey. ‘The will,’ I prompted.

‘Of course. What Antony told you is more or less true. The money will be channelled into fighting legal cases on Earth. But we’re aiming for more than just a leveraged buyout, that would simply entail replacing the current JSKP board members with our own proxies. Boston wants the He
₃
mining industry to be owned collectively by Eden’s residents. We’re prepared to purchase every share in the enterprise, even though it will take decades, maybe even a century, to pay off the debt. If Eden’s independence is to be anything other than a token, we must be in complete control of our own destiny.’

‘Thank you.’ I could sense how much it hurt him to talk about it, especially to someone like me. Yet he was proud, too. When he talked of ‘Boston’ and ‘us’, I could see he was totally committed to the ideal. What a strange umbrella organization it was; you could hardly find two more disparate people than Pieter Zernov and Antony Harwood.

‘I’m rather honoured Penny named me,’ he said. ‘I hope I live up to her expectations. Perhaps she wanted one moderate voice to be heard. I do tend to feel slightly out of place amongst all these millionaire power players. Really, I’m just a biotechnology professor from Moscow University on a three-year sabbatical with the JSKP. Think of that, a Muscovite living in a tropical climate. My skin peels constantly and I get headaches from the axial light-tube’s brightness.’

‘Will you be going back?’

He gave me a long look, then shook his head ponderously. ‘I don’t think so. There is a lot of work to be done here, whatever the outcome. Even the JSKP has offered me a permanent contract. But I would like to teach again some day.’

‘What’s the appeal, Pieter? I mean, does the composition of the JSKP board membership really make that much difference? People here at Jupiter are still going to live and work in the same conditions. Or are you that committed to the old collective ideal?’

‘You ask this of a Russian, after all we’ve been through? No, it’s more than a blind grasp for collectivism in the name of workers’ liberation. Jupiter offers us a unique opportunity; there are so many resources out here, so much energy, if it can be harvested properly we can build a very special culture. A culture which thanks to affinity will be very different to anything which has gone before. That chance to do something new happens so rarely in human history; which is why I support the Boston group. The possibility, the fragile hope, cannot be allowed to wither; any inaction on my part would be criminal, I could never live with the guilt. I told you the next generation of habitats will be able to ingest minerals right away; but they are also capable of much, much more. They will be able to synthesize food in specialist glands, feed their entire population at no cost, with no machinery to harvest or prepare or freeze. How wonderful that will be, how miraculous. The polyp can be grown into houses, into cathedrals if you want. And our children are already showing us how innately kind and decent people can be when they grow up sharing their thoughts. You see, Harvey? There is so much potential for new styles of life here. And when you combine it with the sound economic foundation of the He
₃
mining, the possibilities become truly limitless. Biotechnology and super-engineering combining synergistically, in a way they have never been allowed to do back on Earth. Even the O’Neill Halo suffers limits imposed by fools like the Pope, and restrictions issued by its own jealous population, fearful of changing the status quo, of letting in the masses. That would not happen here, Harvey, out here we can expand almost without limit. This is the frontier we have lacked for so long, a frontier for both the physical and spiritual sides of the human race.’

Despite myself (I should say my official self), I couldn’t help feeling a strong admiration for Boston and its goals. There’s something darkly appealing about valiant underdogs going up against those kind of odds. And don’t be fooled into thinking anything else, the odds were
huge
, the corporations wielded an immense amount of power, most of it unchecked. International courts could be bought from their petty-cash funds. It started me thinking again about the possibility that Penny Maowkavitz was deliberately eliminated. Her death, particularly now, was terribly convenient for JSKP.

Pieter had been right about one thing, though, Eden was a special entity; the nature of the society which was struggling to emerge out here was as near perfect as I was ever likely to see. Its people deserved a chance. One where they weren’t squeezed by the JSKP board to maximize profits at the expense of everything else.

‘You talk a great deal of sense,’ I told him ruefully.

His meaty hand gripped my shoulder, squeezing fondly. ‘Harvey, what you said to Antony came as a surprise to many of us. We were expecting the JSKP to appoint someone . . . shall we say, more dogmatic as Chief of Police. I would just like to say that Antony does not have a deciding vote, we are after all attempting to build an equalitarian democracy. So for what it’s worth, we welcome anyone who wishes to stay and do an honest day’s work. Because unfortunately I suspect you were right; people are going to need policemen for a long time to come. And I know you are a good policeman, Harvey.’

*

I made the effort to get home for lunch. I don’t think I’d spent more than a couple of hours with the twins since we arrived.

We ate at a big oval table in the kitchen, with the patio doors wide open, allowing a gentle breeze to swim through the room. There were no servitor chimps in sight. Jocelyn must have prepared the food herself. I didn’t ask.

Nathaniel and Nicolette both had damp hair. ‘We’ve been swimming in the circumfluous lake at the southern endcap,’ Nathaniel told me eagerly. ‘We caught a monorail tram down to a water sports centre in one of the coves. They’ve got these huge slides, and waterfalls where the filter organs vent out through the endcap cliff, and jetskis. It’s great, Dad. Jesse helped us take out a full membership.’

I frowned, and glanced up at Jocelyn. ‘I thought they were due in school.’

‘Dad,’ Nicolette protested.

‘Next week,’ Jocelyn said. ‘They start on Monday.’

‘Good. Who’s Jesse?’

‘Friend of mine,’ Nathaniel said. ‘I met him at the day club yesterday. I like the people here; they’re a lot easier going than back in the arcology. They all know who we are, but they didn’t give us a hard time about it.’

‘Why should they?’

‘Because we’re a security chief’s children,’ Nicolette said. I think she learnt that mildly exasperated tone from me. ‘It didn’t make us real popular back in the Delph arcology.’

‘You never told me that.’

She made a show of licking salad cream off her fork. ‘When did you ask?’

‘Oh, of course, I’m a parent. I’m in the wrong. I’m always in the wrong.’

Her whole face lit up in a smile. For the first time I realized she had freckles.

‘Of course you are, Daddy, but we make allowances. By the way, can I keep a parrot, please? Some of the red parakeets I’ve seen here are really beautiful, I think they must be gene-adapted to have plumage like that, they look like flying rainbows. There’s a pet shop in the plaza just down the road which sells the eggs. Ever so cheap.’

I coughed on my lettuce leaf.

‘No,’ Jocelyn said.

‘Oh, Mum, it wouldn’t be affinity bonded. A proper pet.’

‘No.’

Nicolette caught my eye and screwed her face up.

‘How’s the murder case coming on?’ Nathaniel asked. ‘Everyone at the lake was talking about it.’

‘Were they, now?’

‘Yes. Everyone says Maowkavitz was an independence rebel, and the JSKP had her killed.’

‘Is that right, Dad?’ Nicolette looked at me eagerly.

Jocelyn had stopped eating, also focusing on me.

I toyed with some of the chicken on my plate. ‘No. At least, not all of it. Maowkavitz was part of a group discussing independence for Eden; people have been talking about that for years. But the company didn’t kill her. They’ve had plenty of opportunities during the last few years to eliminate her if they wanted to, and make it seem like an accident. She was back on Earth eighteen months ago, if the JSKP board wanted her dead, they would’ve had it done then, and nobody would have questioned it. Her very public murder up here is the last thing they need. For a start, they’re bound to be considered as prime suspects, by public rumour if not my department. It will inevitably make more people sympathetic to her cause.’

‘Have you got a suspect, then?’ Nathaniel asked.

‘Not yet. But the method indicates that it’s just one person, acting alone. There was a large amount of very secretive preparation involved. It has to be someone who’s clever, above average intelligence, familiar with Eden’s biotechnology structure, and also the cybersystems, we think. Unfortunately that includes about half of the population. But the murderer must have an obsessive personality as well, which isn’t so common. Then there’s the risk to consider; even with the method they came up with – which admittedly is very smart – there was still a big chance of discovery. Whoever did it was prepared to take that risk. This is one very cool customer, because murder up here is a capital crime.’

‘The death penalty?’ Nicolette asked, her eyes rounded.

‘That’s right.’ I winked. ‘Something to think about when you’re considering joyriding one of the jeeps.’

‘I wouldn’t!’

‘What about a motive?’ Nathaniel persisted. Tenacious boy. I wonder where he got it from?

‘No motive established so far. I haven’t compiled enough information on Maowkavitz yet.’

‘It’s got to be personal,’ he said decisively. ‘I bet she had a secret lover, or something. Rich people always get killed for personal reasons. When they fight about money they always do it in court.’

‘I expect you’re right.’

*

One thing all Penny Maowkavitz’s nominees had in common, they were industrious people. I caught up with Bob Parkinson in the offices of the He
₃
mining mission centre, the largest building in Eden, a four-storey glass and composite cube. An archetypal company field headquarters, the kind of stolid structure designed to be assembled in a hurry, and last for decades.