It was in the wake of such an alert, while cleaning up her desktop of postaction chatter, that Ivy’s attention was drawn to a post that had just come up on Tav’s blog: an interview with Ulrika Ek.
“Ulrika has a lot to learn about bloggers” was Ivy’s verdict, after she’d finished reading it. She shook her head. “You’d think she of all people would know—she’s been through PR training.”
These remarks were delivered to a Banana that had been slowly repopulating itself, during the last few minutes, with people who had been called away on other duties during the Streaker Alert. Tekla was the last to arrive, bringing Tom Van Meter and other members of Markus’s security detail in her wake. Luisa and Sal were already present in the room. Doob had just texted his regrets, explaining that he needed to crunch some numbers about what had just happened.
“She probably dropped her guard,” Luisa suggested, “thinking she was just chatting informally.”
“You’ve read it then?”
“I scanned it.”
“Referring to what?” Tekla asked.
“Ulrika made a few off-the-cuff remarks about swarm theory, and which strategies we might wish to pursue in the future, and Tav is blowing them up into a cause célèbre,” Ivy said.
“What if anything would you like to do about it?” Sal asked.
“Nothing,” Ivy said. “Look, the longer this thing with Ymir continues, the more anxiety people have about the Big Ride. Every time a hot rock comes in it juices up that anxiety for a little while. Well, either it’ll work or it won’t. If it doesn’t work then we have very little choice anyway—we have to Dump and Run.”
Sal nodded. “But if it does work, it’ll change everything about the way people think.”
Ivy nodded. “Yeah. And I am growingly certain that it will. Even if the scarfed nozzle gambit fails, we still have that MIV we can send out as a backup plan. I think that in a week we’ll have a successful rendezvous with Ymir and we’ll be prepping for the Big Ride.”
Ivy made a gesture indicating that the new arrivals should find places for themselves around the table. “Which brings me to the topic of this meeting,” she continued. “We know what J.B.F.’s plan is. She’s recruiting some number of Arkies willing to strike out on their own. The general scheme seems to be that they’ll get a few arklets stocked with provisions for a few weeks’ journey. Then, on a signal, they’ll break away from Izzy and make burns that will take them to a higher orbit. An orbit that we can’t reach without expending a lot of propellant. We don’t know what their long-term plan is—or if they even have one—but I think Julia is basically playing the odds that these people will survive long enough to send back messages saying ‘Come on in, the water’s fine!’ and encourage other Arkies to follow suit. They all know that they can’t really be pursued once they have departed the swarm. Membership in the Cloud Ark is, under the current state of affairs, voluntary.”
“I infer you mean to change that?” Luisa asked drily, casting her gaze over Tekla and the members of the squad.
“They can’t make a break for it without hoarding certain critical supplies,” Ivy said. “We can’t allow people to just ransack our storage facilities for whatever they want. And we have clear evidence that this has been happening. There’s traffic on Spacebook about where to look if you want to score a box of fresh batteries or scrubber cartridges. So, our basic approach to this is going to be simple. We’ve identified the worst offenders, where hoarding is concerned. I’m going to make an announcement in an hour, explaining how the Cloud Ark Constitution works when it comes to theft of public supplies, and I’m going to offer a twenty-four-hour amnesty during which anyone can turn in stuff that they have been hoarding. As soon as that time is up, Tekla and her team are going to move on one arklet that we know is being used as a storage dump for contraband, and they are going to restore order. And then Sal will step in, as prosecutor, and take whatever action he deems justified.”
“How can you put people in jail when they are already confined to tin cans?” Luisa asked. “How can you fine them when there is no money?”
“We will have to evolve solutions as we go,” Sal said.
Tekla stared him down, then drew her thumb across her throat.
“WELL, THAT SEEMS DEFINITIVE,” JULIA SAID.
She and Spencer Grindstaff were hovering in the middle of the White Arklet. Drifting near them was a laptop whose speakers had been playing the audio feed from the Banana. They could hear the sounds of the meeting breaking up, and people separating into smaller conversations as they moved out of the room. Spencer pulled it closer and whacked the volume button a few times to mute the sound.
“As I said before: hook, line, and sinker.”
“Unless,” Julia said, “they are somehow aware of the fact that we have surveillance on the Banana, and everything we just heard was a sort of radio play staged for our benefit.”