Holle’s father found her. He gave her a brief hug. “Hi, sweets.” He looked tired, edgy. But then he always looked tired and edgy.
“Any idea what’s going on, Dad?”
“I just got called out of a meeting, and then called you.”
“If something’s going on you should know about it.”
Patrick shook his head. There was movement on the podium. “I guess we’re about to find out.”
Suddenly this was a key day, an exceptional moment. Holle felt a knot in her stomach tighten. As a Candidate, always aware of the possibility of expulsion, you lived with an edge of anxiety, and you didn’t like surprises.
A suited aide stepped up to the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said simply, “the President of the United States.”
Linda Vasquez stepped forward, pocketing a phone and checking her watch as she did so. She glanced at the military man to her right. “The cordon is complete, Gordo? I can speak freely?”
“Correct, ma’am.”
“All right.” She glared around. She was a heavyset woman; she looked strong, ageless to Holle. She had held the presidency for four full terms, almost, three years longer than Holle had even been alive. Rumor had it she was planning to run for a fifth come the elections in the autumn. Holle found it difficult to imagine anybody else in her role. When Vasquez spoke, her voice still carried the lilt of the New York Alphabet City slums where she’d grown up, and which had slumped under the waters in the days of her first administration.
“I guess you know who I am. And, looking around, I know who you are. This is Ark One, right? You are the group who are intending to fly an honest-to-God starship right out of here, out of Colorado. And for this reason, this remarkable, wonderful, hopeful goal, my administration has been happy to back you. And also because of the synergy. The nation will need a space launch capability in the event of any meaningful recovery program in the future.
“But now things are changing. The flood doesn’t let up, in case you haven’t noticed. In the last year alone the water rose another seventy meters. Seventy meters! And that vertical rise translates into much more lost territory as the water pushes inland across the continents.” She shook her head. “Sometimes I get out of bed in the morning, and I look at my daily update, and I still can’t believe what we’re having to deal with.”
Holle was amazed that a president should speak to them this way.
“However, deal with it we have to, as best we can. I continually review and revise my priorities. And as the flood keeps on pressing, what were once outlandish options for the worst case slowly become more realistic, more vital. Because in the end those extreme options might be all we have left.
“Which brings me to Ark One.” Unexpectedly, she slammed the podium with her fist; there was a blare of feedback that made Holle jump. “And what’s been going on here is simply not acceptable. Chaotic organizational forms, lack of leadership, waste, infighting and general confusion are strangling this project. You’ve had seven years since the start-up meeting that kicked off the whole thing. Am I right? Seven years. I’m told it’s only a couple of years since you even got together a feasible design-I say ‘feasible’; my science adviser tells me that in this case that means a design that doesn’t actually break the laws of physics. And you haven’t flown so much as a Fourth of July rocket out of Gunnison yet. Seven years! The Second World War was won in four.”
“Six,” Patrick murmured to Holle in his soft Scottish brogue.
For a panicky instant Holle was convinced the President was going to cancel the Ark altogether.
But Vasquez said, “Things are going to change. As of now the civilian administration of Ark One is over. By presidential order I’m hereby requisitioning the project, its personnel and all its resources. From now on Ark One will be run under the auspices of the air force. Consultants from NASA and other agencies will be attached to the project as appropriate, but again under overall air force command. If you’ve been following the news you may observe that this isn’t out of character for my administration. I took similar drastic action last year when I sent the army and the National Guard into those Friedmanburgs up in the Great Plain states. There will be a trade-off. I will lock in place the resources for you to complete the work, even if some other asshole is standing here addressing you a year from now, after the election. Let me begin that process by putting a personal stamp on the thing. ‘Ark One’ is kind of a dry name, isn’t it? Numbers never got my heart beating too fast. From now on you’re ‘Project Nimrod.’ You’ll find out why.”
Vasquez took a handkerchief from her pocket and dabbed her forehead; for a moment she looked like a weary old woman. Nobody spoke; there wasn’t a sound, save for a breeze that sang softly in the cords of the twin flags.
“You may wonder why I don’t just shut you down. Some lobby for more resources to be devoted to potential recovery projects, rather than last-resort options like this. Even among the pessimists there are those who argue I should turn over what’s left of our infrastructure to more practical activities, like building rafts. I still believe we are capable of more than that.” She paused, and looked around at her audience. Holle felt a peculiar thrill when it seemed the President looked directly at her. Vasquez said, “I’m no John Kennedy. If you want to hear the speech he gave on 25th May 1961, go find it. But the mandate I’m giving you now is similar. You have a challenge to fulfill that is immeasurably harder than flying to the moon, yet immeasurably more important. Your starship must be ready to fly by 2040, or all our futures may be lost. I guess that’s all. Do good work.” And she stepped back from the podium.
The crowd broke up into humming discussions.
Holle saw LaRei big beasts stalking Jerzy Glemp. “Jerzy, you bastard, you sold us out. All the fucking money I pumped into this-it’s my ship, damn it…” Jerzy backed off, his hands spread defensively.
Patrick murmured, “So Jerzy engineered this takeover. Can’t say I’m surprised. We needed the resources, the leadership. But I wonder what kind of deal he struck for himself. He’ll have made enemies today.”
Holle didn’t care about the politicking. She tugged Patrick’s sleeve. “Gee, Dad. That was historic, wasn’t it? Wow. The President! But what do we do now?”
“I guess we’re going to find out.” He didn’t seem excited or enthused.
He just looked more tired than ever.
Both their phones sounded.
16
Holle’s call was a summons back to the Academy. By the time she got there, the students were lining up in the big North Atrium on the museum’s ground floor, an open space of three stories of brickwork and a glass roof, where the museum’s cafe had once been housed.
And here was the big, upright sixty-year-old military man who had stood by the President at her podium, his uniform air force blue. With a handful of aides at his side, he climbed on a step, facing the students. A couple of youngsters in uniforms, unknown to Holle, stood beside him, standing military fashion, legs apart, hands behind their backs. The Academy staff lined up nervously by one wall, before a whiteboard.
The officer began to speak while the latecomers were still filing into the room.
“My name is Gordon James Alonzo. My friends call me Gordo. To you I’m the Colonel. If you want to know who I am and what I’ve done, Google me. Do you little assholes still say ‘Google’? Whatever. You’ll learn I was air force trained, and flew shuttles with NASA. And now, at the President’s request, here I am back in air force blue, and taking on this fucking shambles of a space project. That includes turning this kindergarten into something that resembles a crew training academy.” He glared at the Candidates, some of whom were as young as eleven. “I’m not going to spare you, by the way. I’m sure your language is a lot filthier than mine.