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Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

About the Authors

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s

imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or

dead, is entirely coincidental.

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—A.M.

Acknowledgments

For much of its “local color,” this tale owes a scientific debt to a terrific book about Sol’s second planet

titledVenus Revealed: A New Look Below the Clouds of Our Mysterious Twin Planet by Dr. David

Harry Grinspoon (1997, Helix Books/Addison-Wesley). Not only is this volume outstandingly

informative and immensely readable, but it’s also got a good beat and you can dance to it. Any boners,

fubars, or errors of the factual or scientific variety are purely the work of the authors, and not Dr.

Grinspoon.

Chapter

Thirty-nine Days Ago

This place is the closest I’ve ever come to hell.

Dr. Pascal Saadya gazed through the viewport at the heat-distorted vista that lay before him. The terrain

was typical of Venus: Fractured rock surfaces flattened by the ninety-bar atmosphere stretched toward

the walls of a steep canyon whose details grew indistinct with distance in the smoglike haze. He knew the

lethal heat of the planet couldn’t penetrate Hesperus Ground Station’s reinforced duranium hull—at least

not so long as the shields remained operational. Nevertheless, tiny beads of sweat formed on his upper

lip.

Venus was a terraforming challenge unlike any other. She was a deadly foe, and his body refused to be

convinced otherwise.

“After spending six years overseeing Project Ishtar,” said Adrienne Paulos as she inspected the

instrument panel beside Saadya’s, “it’s hard to believe you’ve never been all the way down to the surface

before.”

Still looking out through the viewport, Saadya imagined he could feel the atmosphere of Aphrodite Terra

pressing down on the ground station’s structure, like the hand of some merciless god inexorably closing

into a fist.

He forced the image from his mind.

“The big-picture theoretical work requires a global perspective, Adrienne,” Saadya said, “and that’s

rather difficult to achieve down here beneath the clouds. Like trying to forecast Earth’s weather from the

bottom of the ocean. How are the force-field generators holding up?”

“Everything in the ground network is still looking nominal,” Paulos said, then turned toward the pair of

Bynars who ran the computer console to her immediate left. “How do the atmospheric numbers and the

probe network data look?”

1011 and 1110—known to the predominantly human crew members of Project Ishtar as Ten-Eleven

and Eleven-Ten—spoke in their customary smooth, collaborative manner, each finishing the other’s

utterances.

“According to the probe data—”

“—and our last round of chaotic atmospheric motion simulations—”

“—the force-field generator network should succeed in lifting the bulk of the atmosphere from this

valley—”

“—all the way to the superrotational region of the cloudtops—”

“—and safely disperse it there.”

The first step to setting this place to rights is to blow all the excess atmosphere off this Gehenna of a

world.Saadya felt awed by the powers now at his command. Using only directed force fields, they were

preparing to displace a mass comparable to that of the Indian Ocean, moving it about as though it were

furniture.

Saadya smiled. “Let’s do it, then.”

Paulos, the Bynars, and the rest of the crew—both in the ground station and up in the orbital

facility—continued their work with resolve and professionalism. Within eight minutes, the force fields had

pushed an immense swath of superheated, compressed carbon dioxide gas to an altitude of about

sixty-nine-point-two kilometers above the canyon floor, where it came into contact with the fast-moving

layers of the atmosphere, a torrent of noxious Venusian air that circled the entire slow-turning globe in a

mere four Earth days.

The theory had been worked out superlatively. The numbers were right, as confirmed by the network of

orbital satellites and the millions of tiny, interconnected probes that floated through the atmosphere. The

force-field generators, the bulk of whose hardware was distributed among several hundred staffed and

automated ground stations, were working to perfection.

Perfection.He smiled.

Then Saadya was momentarily struck speechless when the force-field generator network’s computers

became confused by the chaotic motions of the upper atmosphere and began feeding an ocean of ionized

carbon dioxide—air displaced by the mass that Hesperus Station’s energy fields had moved—straight

back at the station dome with nearly the force of an asteroid impact.

“Abort!” shouted Paulos. The Bynar duo struggled to bring the forces the team had unleashed back

under control, with no immediately apparent success.

From somewhere behind Saadya’s instrument panel, one of the dome’s support trusses groaned

ominously.

Paulos evidently heard it, too. She cursed, then began speaking rapidly into a comm panel. “Ishtar

Station, initiate backup force fields across the entire ground network.”

Damn!Saadya thought.This cock-up will take us weeks to set right.

A moment later, the local force field collapsed and inrushing atmosphere rang Hesperus as though it

were a colossal church bell. The impact rocked the station, throwing Saadya to his knees. The Bynars fell

like dominoes, though Paulos somehow managed to remain at her console.

The atmosphere must have breached the outer hull,Saadya thought, swallowing panic.

Braces and beams shrieked in protest, responding to the irresistible heat and pressure bearing down on

them from just outside the inner hull. The exterior viewport shattered as though the angry god’s fist had

abruptly closed. Saadya’s ears popped from the sudden change in pressure. Something hot seared his

cheek.

Clinging to her console, Paulos shouted to be heard over the surrounding din and chaos. “Beam

everyone on Hesperus the hell outnow!”

Saadya’s concerns about work setbacks now struck him as trivial.This planet wants to kill us all, he

thought. His flesh began to crawl as though inundated by soldier ants, and he wondered if this is what

flash incineration felt like.

Then a faint, semimusical tone reverberated in his ears, faded briefly, then returned to build into a

labored crescendo.

To Saadya, the overstrained transporter’s keening wail had never sounded so lovely.

* * *

Today

“Computer, run program Saadya Ishtar Endgame One.”

From within the small holodeck, Dr. Pascal Saadya carefully opened an interior hatch and stepped out

onto the rugged northern plains of Ishtar Terra. Black, gravel-strewn soil, so far able to support only

intermittent patches of scrub vegetation, crunched beneath his boots.

As he always did whenever he ran this scenario, the terraformer reflected anxiously on the six years of

his life he had already devoted to Project Ishtar, immersed in its monstrously complex theoretical and

preparatory work.

I’ve survived the wait for six years. Surely I can wait a little longer to finish turning this world into the

garden it is destined to become. Once the team finishes replacing the equipment that Aphrodite Terra

devoured.

The air, already pleasantly warm, caressed Saadya’s face, running its insubstantial fingers through his

close-cropped, black-and-gray hair. The scent of wild strawberries wafted on the gentle breeze. He

breathed the sweetness deeply into his lungs.

Saadya looked into the brightening sky and smiled. The moon—or rather, iron-gray Mercury, Venus’s

new surrogate natural satellite—presented a wide, gibbous disk as she descended slowly near the eastern

horizon.Right where I want her to be, he thought.Just where she will needto be if I am ever to take Ishtar

all the way to completion.

Turning toward the west, Saadya watched as the morning sun climbed over the steeply sloping

prominence of snow-capped Maxwell Montes. The golden sun looked bloated, noticeably larger than it

appeared when seen from the small village of his birth near Madras, India.

That was, of course, because Venus lay over forty million kilometers closer to the Sun than did Earth.

The grin on Saadya’s dusky face intensified as he contemplated the enormity—and the sheerrightness

—of this project. He gazed into an azure sky, now forever free of its crushing blanket of carbon dioxide.

The clouds gathering on the southern horizon promised gentle, life-giving rains. This, he reflected, was

how Venus should have been.How she willbe, by the time Project Ishtar is finished.

Saadya wasn’t the least bit startled by the sonorous voice that suddenly began speaking directly behind

him. “I certainly must give you credit for ambition, Dr. Saadya.”

He turned toward the sound, allowing the rising sun to warm his neck and shoulders. Before him stood

three hologrammatic representations of men whose faces were especially familiar to scientists in Saadya’s

line of work.

“Good morning, Dr. Seyetik,” Saadya said, bowing slightly toward the distinguished, gray-bearded man

who had just spoken. “Please call me Pascal.” This Saadya added despite the fact that the late

flesh-and-blood version of Dr. Gideon Seyetik had always addressed him with the utmost formality, a

forced politeness that Saadya attributed as much to contempt as to envy. Saadya knew well that the real

Seyetik’s ego had been colossal, restless, and fragile in the extreme. During his long life, Seyetik had

produced a seemingly endless stream of papers, books, paintings—and refurbished worlds. Blue

Horizon, New Halana, and the scores of other planets Seyetik had terraformed would stand for ages as

monuments to that ego—masterworks painted on planetary-scale canvases, displayed in galleries of

cosmic proportion.

True, Saadya had not tamed quite so many harsh worlds as had Seyetik. But then, even the great

Seyetik had never set his sights on that mother of all terraforming conundrums: Venus.Which of us, then,

Saadya wondered,has the greater ego?

One of the other two men who stood beside Seyetik spoke up. “Ambition is a fine thing, Gideon,” said

Dr. Kurt Mandl, the second member of the trio, his Federation Standard colored with a thick Teutonic

accent. The rising sun gleamed against Mandl’s bald pate. “For instance, reigniting the fires of Epsilon

119 must have required ambition in no small measure.”

Seyetik cast a wry look at Mandl. “There’s ambition, Doctor, and then there are pipe dreams. Starfleet

has been trying to terraform Venus for how long now? Twenty-five years, on and off? Trying to make

this hellbeast of a planet habitable would put evenmy talents to the test.”

“You make a fine argument for a new approach to the problem,” Mandl replied, offering Saadya a

fatherly smile. “Perhaps the problem with some of the previous Venusian terraforming notions was that

they weren’tsufficiently ambitious.” To the third man, who had not yet spoken, Mandl added, “No

offense intended, Carl.”

The man Mandl addressed appeared to have scarcely heard his colleague’s comments, so enthralled

was he by his surroundings. He breathed deeply of the air. Then, speaking to no one in particular, he

said, “This really is Venus. As it will appear after the terraforming process is finished.”

Saadya enjoyed the awed look on the dark-haired man’s face.This is how Surak might have looked had

he lived long enough to witness peace finally breaking out on Vulcan. Or Einstein watching Cochrane

accelerate the Phoenixpast warp one.

“That’s correct, Dr. Sagan,” Saadya said.

The twentieth-century planetologist squinted at the horizon, examining the brightening sky the way a

jeweler might inspect an intricately cut gemstone. “I can’t see any trace of the parasol you must have

used to cool the atmosphere down. And you appear to have greatly increased the Venusian rotation rate.

I can see that you’re pretty far along in the process. It must have taken millennia to—”

“You’d do best to think of our surroundings as a mere thought experiment rather than a true picture of

the final result, Dr. Sagan,” Seyetik said. “Our young host hasn’t pulled off his prospective miracle just

yet.”

Carl Sagan trained his curious gaze upon Saadya. “So what we’re experiencing is actually some kind

of…simulation?”

Saadya felt his face flush with embarrassment, but he recovered swiftly. “Yes, sir. But it is an extremely

accurate one. My staff and I will make it a reality very soon. The key to that reality is dealing with its

complexity.”

“Ah,” Sagan said. “Number crunching.”

Saadya nodded, trying to imagine the primitive state of computing during Sagan’s heyday. “To that end,

the Bynars on my research team have increased our computational resources by orders of magnitude.”

Sagan looked puzzled. “Bynars?”

“Bynars or no Bynars,” Seyetik said to Saadya, apparently relishing the mellifluous sound of his own

voice, “there are some extremely delicate calculations at play here. Needless to say, the state of the

terraformer’s art has evolved far beyond the use of giant beach umbrellas and atmospheric

bombardments of blue-green algae.” Seyetik’s eyes met Sagan’s as he made this last comment.

Dr. Sagan reddened, but was far too gentlemanly to rise to Seyetik’s bait. Saadya knew well that Sagan

had been among the first twentieth-century planetary scientists to seriously advance the notion that Sol’s

second planet might be made habitable. Back then, however, the mechanisms available for inducing such

large-scale climate change were necessarily both primitive and prohibitively expensive. Sagan’s

suggestions that Venus’s superhot atmosphere might be cooled down using giant spaceborne parasols

and through the introduction of high-altitude microbes had eventually proved far too slow and difficult to

work in actual practice.

Looking abashed by Seyetik’s boorishness, Mandl broke the ensuing silence. “Whatever we have

accomplished in the field of terraforming during this century, Dr. Sagan, we owe in large part to you, sir.

We stand humbly upon the shoulders of giants.”

Dr. Sagan smiled back at the older man, seemingly mollified. But he also appeared to be working very

hard to ignore Seyetik.

Seyetik looked oblivious to this as he turned back toward Saadya. “Dr. Sagan might be interested in

hearing how close your terraforming project came to utter destruction only—How long ago was it? A

few weeks?”

Thirty-nine days,Saadya thought, gritting his teeth. He was beginning to regret having programmed the

station’s holographic Seyetik simulacrum to be so faithful to the original.

Saadya noticed a moment later that both Sagan and Mandl were looking expectantly in his direction. “I

will admit that Project Ishtar has suffered its share of setbacks recently,” he said at length. “What

worthwhile scientific enterprise hasn’t?”

Sagan nodded, then resumed scanning the horizon and the distant, snow-bedecked steepness of Mount

Maxwell. “The amount of energy you’ll need just to cool down the atmosphere is incredible. The number

of megajoules required must be—”

“Billions and billions,” Seyetik said with a smirk.

Sagan sighed. “I never,ever said that. Why does everyone feel obliged to make that same pathetic joke

every time they talk to me?”

Saadya felt obliged to steer the conversation back toward matters scientific and technical. “Actually, I’m

taking the opposite approach, Dr. Sagan. I’ve chosen to thin the Venusian atmosphere by heating it up,

rather than by cooling it down.”

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