We talked for a long while, merely speculating.
My curiosity got the better of me. I saw an electronic gadget with a small screen, at present blank, lying on the floor by Choihosla’s prayer mat, and asked him what it was.
He hesitated, then picked it up and presented it to me for my inspection.
Pressing a button, I set golden bodies in motion on the screen, while figures jerked across the lower section of it.
This was a Muslim ephemeris. It calculated the positions, not only of the Sun, the Moon, Earth and Mars, but also of Mecca, throughout the year. It enabled Choihosla to pray towards the holy city when the revolutions of Earth brought Mecca to a point facing towards Amazonis, where our structures were situated. Choihosla explained that it was considered poor theology to pray when Mecca was on the other side of Earth’s globe, facing away from Mars.
‘Well, it’s ingenious,’ I remarked. He hefted the little calculator in the palm of his hand. ‘You buy these ephemerises for a few cents in the bazaars,’ he said, offhandedly. ‘Of course, it’s a Western invention…’
Seeing the puzzlement in my eyes, he said, ‘You wonder about my faith – maybe how I persist in it? Don’t you need something bigger than yourself in life?’
I pointed in what I imagined to be the direction of Olympus Mons.
‘It’s out there,’ I said.
Monstrous things apart, we came to realise nothing could be achieved without decent living conditions. The thinness of the atmosphere of Mars rendered us susceptible to meteoritic bombardment, as we had been well aware. We now set about extending our quarters by excavation, creating a new subterranean level where the apartments had rooms larger than those in our previous quarters. These apartments had balconies and galleries; the bricks we fabricated were glazed in various colours, while genetically altered plants – in particular creepers – were planted and flourished under artificial light. Rooms were decorated in various bright colours and afforded better opportunities for solitude.
I found a glowing message waiting on my Ambient. When I punched Receive, Charles Bondi’s voice came to me, full of controlled anger: ‘Jefferies, what are you people doing over there? Why do you think our research unit was positioned on Mars? It was because we required complete silence and no vibrations, wasn’t it? Our foundation represents the whole reason for habitation on this planet. Your drillings are threatening our search for the Omega Smudge. We’re getting strange readings. I have to tell you that all drillings and excavations must cease at once. Immediately. Please acknowledge that this has been done.’
I froze his face. Studying it, I did not see the aggression implied by his words.
My reply was brief. ‘Charles, I am sorry we upset your solitude. But so far your researches have produced nothing. Meanwhile we have to live. This is why our spicules were sited at a distance from your foundation. We shall be finished within a few days. I have no intention of failing to complete what will be new much required living quarters, and I invite you to inspect them when you have recovered from your annoyance.’
He sent a one-word reply, ‘Luddite!’ Then we heard no more of the matter. While marvelling at scientific arrogance, I saw its necessity and urged the workers to press on as speedily as possible, to get the vibration over and done with.
As the plans for our Utopia came nearer to realisation, so discussions on the employment and containment of power became more urgent. In what sort of context would an autocratic temperament like Bondi’s be content? How could the admirable restlessness of enquiry be satisfied by a Utopian calm? How could our Utopia maintain both stability and change? These were some of the questions that confronted us.
We debated the nature of power and the striving for power. Eventually it was Choihosla who suggested that we should question our concept of power itself.
He began by asking us a riddle. Who is it who holds most power of life and death over another?
Answers from the floor included an executioner, an army sergeant in the heat of battle, a murderer, the chief of a savage tribe, the launcher of nuclear missiles, and (mischievously) a scientist.