And Mangalian, when he was a small boy, long before he was big enough to think of chasing women, had certainly loved his father.
San Salvador was not a large island. It grew sugar cane. Mangalian’s father had been a sharecropper – cast off by his employers without pension as was the custom at the age of sixty. He walked with the aid of a staff taller than himself, painted white. He walked slowly, so that his son could easily keep up with him.
His father liked to stroll by the sea. They would walk along the front, past the row of thatched-roof shops until they came to the last shop, a small café.
There they sat, under a large sun umbrella. Father would order Coke. Sometimes they would talk. Father liked to spout old country sayings. ‘Just because you’re an idiot don’t mean to say you’re sillier than me.’ ‘You can be ready for anything, but that don’t say you ain’t good for nothin’.’
Father kept a hold of his staff as they listened to the screeching of the gulls and watched the waves break on the shore.
Mangalian went barefoot into the little saloon to buy a second bottle of Coke. A radio perched on a shelf behind the bar was giving out news in a tinny voice.
‘Capitalist astronomers in Tampa, Florida, just now claimed that we’ve got company. We are in what they call a binary system, with a dwarf star out beyond the Oort Cloud. Meanwhile, “Baby-Face” Morte was captured by police last night, about to set off for Cuba. Charged with the murder of the dancer, Francesca Pagnesa–
Clutching the Coke bottle, Mangalian went out to his father.
‘Pop, what’s a binary system?’
‘Son, that just means there’s two of whatever. Fact is, the more you learn, the more you find you don’t know.’
The gulls still sailed and screeched overhead, as if in mockery.
His son looked down at the sand between his bare toes. Later, as an adult, Mangalian liked to say that this was the moment when he decided he must get off the island, put on shoes, and start learning about astronomy and many other things with which the capitalist world seemed stocked.
So he liked to say. He could even recall the taste of the Coke. But memory was uncertain – although the anecdote made a good tale when, much later, he was being interviewed at one grand meeting or another.
BABY BOOM ON RED PLANET
NO WATER – BUT CHRISTENING NOW DUE
‘A MIRACLE’ SAYS MARVELLING MOTHER
IT’S A BOY! EVEN BETTER: IT’S ALIVE
Such were some of the headlines in squealers and squeakers all round the world, driving out the exciting news that nine hundred intending immigrants from Africa had been shot dead within Italian waters, off the coast of Catanzaro.
Other news began to re-emerge, but Mars still appeared in some headlines.
KUWAIT ON FIRE – SEGREGATION RIOTS TO BLAME
ITALIAN PRESIDENT’S PARTNESS POISONED
TWENTY UN TROOPS KILLED IN KALMYTSKAYA
THARSIS CELEBRATES NEW BABY
In fact there was little celebration in the Tharsis settlement, as the Terrier found when he spoke on the shrieker. A small Chinese delegation came to offer felicitations to the Western tower. Phipp officiated at the gate in a suppressed rage. Local people, aware that Sheea had taken another lover and wishing to tease, or not knowing he’d quarrelled with Sheea, kept congratulating him. But the amazing baby had been sired by someone unknown.
Sheea still would not give the name of her lover, and was in a weakened state, needing nursing. Her baby lay by her side. It was of a yellowy colour and malformed. Oxygen was being fed to it through a Perspex mask.
‘But how is Dolores herself?’ the Terrier asked.
Twenty minutes was consumed in getting word to Mars, with another twenty minutes for a response.
‘She is in a somewhat depressed state, but being brave. The child is still alive. But unconscious.’ Such was the response from a nurse who then severed communication.
Tibbett found he needed a strong drink.
Daze and Piggy, two of Sheea’s three Earth-born children, sat anxiously near their mother’s bed, speaking – when they spoke – in whispers. Squirrel, Sheea’s senior child, was nowhere to be seen.
As Phipp grudgingly let in the Chinese delegation, one of the men stared curiously at him. Ill-tempered as he was, Phipp challenged the man.
‘What are you staring at me for?’
‘No, I don’t stare,’ was the reply. ‘You are to be congratulated to have a living child born here. Why you are not pleased?’
For answer, Phipp seized the man by the throat and shook him.
Uproar broke out. Guards burst in. The Chinese punched Phipp.
Phipp was dragged away, kicking savagely. The guards pushed him into a side chamber. ‘What the hell are you thinking about, you fool? You have disgraced us. The Chinese are – or were – our friends.’
‘Look, some bastick got up my partness. Why not that guy – giving me that gloating stare?’
‘You’re psychotic. Why should some Chinese guy sneak into her bed? And you don’t own Sheea. We don’t do such things here. It’s psychoanalysis for you. And you’ve lost your job.’
The news of this incident circulated fast. No one was happier to hear that Phipp would be confined than was his son Squirrel. Still, Squirrel could not bring himself to face his mother. Just a half hour of dear wicked pleasure and he was disgraced for ever – yes, disgraced, even if his act had produced the first living Martian baby …
He could never tell anyone about that.
8 8. The Death of a Hero 9. Life Elsewhere? 10. The Inevitable Happens 11. A Belated Announcement 12. Mulling Over Required 13. Some False Dispositions 14. The Mad Horse & Ooma’s Sad Poem 15. An Hour’s Friendship 16. Shap’s Lecture 17. Interlude: A Farewell To Families 18. Interlude Part II: A Long Journey and A Short Walk 19. The Vexed Question of Umwelts 20. A Troubled Exwo 21. Images of the Past 22. Phipp has Problems to Share 23. The Four Birds 24. Consolations of Knowledge and Sex 25. Meeting an Astronomer 26. Life on Mars! The Capture of Things 27. Hitting the Trail 28. Some Problem for Mangalian 29. Questions of Evolution 30. Precious Discoveries 31. Visitors 32. Descendants from the Present 33. Reception in the China Tower 34. A Great Resource Footnotes Appendix By the same author from The Friday Project Copyright About the Publisher
The Death of a Hero 8. The Death of a Hero 9. Life Elsewhere? 10. The Inevitable Happens 11. A Belated Announcement 12. Mulling Over Required 13. Some False Dispositions 14. The Mad Horse & Ooma’s Sad Poem 15. An Hour’s Friendship 16. Shap’s Lecture 17. Interlude: A Farewell To Families 18. Interlude Part II: A Long Journey and A Short Walk 19. The Vexed Question of Umwelts 20. A Troubled Exwo 21. Images of the Past 22. Phipp has Problems to Share 23. The Four Birds 24. Consolations of Knowledge and Sex 25. Meeting an Astronomer 26. Life on Mars! The Capture of Things 27. Hitting the Trail 28. Some Problem for Mangalian 29. Questions of Evolution 30. Precious Discoveries 31. Visitors 32. Descendants from the Present 33. Reception in the China Tower 34. A Great Resource Footnotes Appendix By the same author from The Friday Project Copyright About the Publisher
Barnard and Lulan escorted Barrin by ambulance to St Thomas’s Hospital in the heart of London. He had collapsed just as the session ended. The hospital buildings were surrounded by solid concrete blocks, one storey high. Armed men looked out from the rooftops. Suicide-bombers had attacked the hospital almost from the moment Barrin had arrived, indifferent to any other casualties.
These attackers, the faithful, acted in accord with a passage from the Koran which says, ‘Neither on earth nor in heaven shall you escape His reach: nor have you any besides God to protect or help you. Those that disbelieve God’s revelations and deny that they will ever meet Him shall despair of My mercy. A woeful punishment awaits them.’
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