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HOMER NARR2-RS/Ref@5495
What of Protector Regent Sable, though?
Did he not still want to stop Peter and
the others? His fear had not been
lessened by the defeat on the Ross
Shelf. They had drifted slowly out to
the edge of the pack ice. Rescue was
slow, although certainly Sable was one
of the first off. He rested at the
parkland at Kwun Tong overlooking
Kowloon near what had once been the
bustling city of Hong Kong. A few
pleasure craft sailed serenely on the
calm waters. The sun shone. The world
turned, life continued in its steady
course, yet Sable felt unease for the
threat he knew grew on the globe's far
underbelly.
A projection to his left, a man with a
green feather crest, reassured him that
the New Antarctic Treaty was holding,
that the recent threat from the Pole was
substantially reduced, and that no
further actions were contemplated in
that region. The man moved to his own
left, revealed a projection within the
projection, scaled up a list of world
economic trends in 3-D graph form. The
graph rotated, supply grew, well-being
grew, consumer goods grew. The Mind Wars
(that short spire to the far right) were
lessening with the Antarctic threat. New
countermeasures against the terrible
Mind Wars neurophage weapons were under
development and would be increasingly
effective. As more and more citizens
were outfitted with these measures (a
simple pill, a short course of neuronal
treatment, a modification to the
personal monitor, that's all it would
take), the Wars would die out. World
population figures, falling so
alarmingly in recent years, were
stabilizing. Future projections
indicated a slight rise as the millenium
approached, with levels at close to
three billion.
Regent Sable stood up impatiently.
"Damn!" he said. Alef looked up from her
mozart console.
"What's that, Rege?"
"You shouldn't do that so much. You'll
lose your mind in there."
"Don't be silly," she said, replacing
the probes.
He gestured and the green-crested man
and his charts and graphs disappeared.
"Damn," he repeated, more softly. Then
he established contact with Ras Hajjam.
"Yes, Protector?" Hajjam smiled.
"There are two particle beam generators
at Elpie Three."
Hajjam raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"We're going to use them. Then we're
going to take some social measures. And
I want a research team immediately.
We'll recreate Peter's research, step by
step. Maybe we can still stop him."