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a child.
    “Control...” Sax said, thinking over the concept as if it were
entirely new to him. “Influence? If the elevator can be brought down by anyone
who really wants to, then ...” He trailed away, lost in his thoughts.
    “Then what?” Ann prompted.
    “Then it’s controlled by all. Consensual existence. It’s obvious?”
    It was as if he were translating from a foreign language. This was
not Sax; Ann could only shake her head, and try gently to explain. The elevator
was the conduit for the metanationals to reach Mars, she told him. It was in
the possession of the metanats now, and the revolutionaries had no means to
kick their police forces off of it. Clearly the thing to do in such a situation
was to bring it down. Warn people, give them a schedule, and then do it. “Loss
of life would be minimal, and what there was would be pretty much the fault of
anyone so stupid as to stay on the cable, or the equator.”
    Unfortunately Nadia heard this from the middle of the room, and
she shook her head so violently that her cropped gray locks flew out like a
clown’s ruff. She was still very angry with Ann over Burroughs, for no good
reason at all, and so Ann glared at her as she walked over to them and said
curtly, “We need the elevator. It’s our conduit to Terra just as much as it’s
their conduit to Mars.”
    “But we don’t need a conduit to Terra,” Ann said. “It’s not a
physical relationship for us, don’t you see? I’m not saying we don’t need to
have an influence on Terra, I’m not an isolationist like Kasei or Coyote. I
agree we need to try to work on them. But it’s not a physical thing, don’t you
see? It’s a matter of ideas, of talk, and perhaps a few emissaries. It’s an
information exchange. At least it is when it’s going right. It’s when it gets
into a physical thing—a resource exchange, or mass emigration, or police
control— that’s when the elevator becomes useful, even necessary. So if we took
it down we would be saying, we will deal with you on our terms, and not yours.”
    It was so obvious. But Nadia shook her head, at what Ann couldn’t
imagine.
    Sax cleared his throat, and in his old periodic-table style said,
“If we can bring it down, then in effect it is as if it already were down,”
blinking and everything. Like a ghost suddenly there at her side, the voice of
the terraforming, the enemy she had lost to time and time again—Saxifrage Russell
his own self, same as ever. And all she could do was make the same arguments
she always had, the losing arguments, feeling the words’ inadequacy right in
her mouth.
    Still she tried. “People act on what’s there, Sax. The meta-nat
directors and the UN and the governments will look up and see what’s there, and
act accordingly. If the cable’s gone they just don’t have the resources or the
time to mess with us right now. If the cable’s here, then they’ll want us.
They’ll think, well, we could do it. And there’ll be people screaming to try.”
    “They can always come. The cable is only a fuel saver.”
    “A fuel saver which makes mass transfers possible.”
    But now Sax was distracted, and turning back into a stranger. No
one would pay attention to her for long enough. Nadia was going on about
control of orbit and safe-conduct passes and the like.
    The strange Sax interrupted Nadia, having never heard her, and
said, “We’ve promised to ... help them out.”
    “By sending them more metals?” Ann said. “Do they really need
those?”
    “We could ... take people. It might help.”
    Ann shook her head. “We could never take enough.”
    He frowned. Nadia saw they weren’t listening to her, returned to
the table. Sax and Ann fell into silence.
    Always they argued. Neither conceded anything, no compromises were
made, nothing was ever accomplished. They argued using the same words to mean
different things, and scarcely even spoke to one another. Once it had been
different, very long ago, when they had