The Wild Shore by Kim Stanley Robinson

Author:Kim Stanley Robinson [Robinson, Kim Stanley]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Contemporary, Fantasy
ISBN: 9780312890360
Amazon: 0312890362
Goodreads: 41128
Publisher: Ace
Published: 1984-02-29T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The next time I saw the old man I gave him hell, because it was very possible that if he had come out on the side of the resistance the vote would have been different. And if the valley had voted to join the resistance, then Steve wouldn't have come up with his plan to join the San Diegans secretly, and I wouldn't have caved in and gone along with it. To avoid admitting to myself that I had caved in to Steve, I decided his plan was a good one. So in a way it was all the old man's fault. It was too bad we had to sneak off to help the San Diegans, but we had to be part of the resistance. I remembered vividly how it felt to be staring at the metal deck of the Japanese ship, crying because I thought Tom and the others were dead, and vowing to fight the Japanese forever. And it was no thanks to them that Tom had survived, either. He just as well could have died, and so could have I. I told Tom as much as I stood berating him for his vote in the meeting. "And any time we go out there, the same thing could happen, " I concluded, shaking a finger under his nose.

"Any time we sail out on a foggy night and shoot guns at them, you mean, " he said, through a mouth jammed with honeycomb. We were out in his yard, sweltering under high filmy clouds, and he was scorching the slats of several boxlike supers from an unsuccessful hive. Hive stands and smokers and supers lay strewn about us on the weeds. "It may be that the jays ate every bee in this hive, " he mumbled. "This one scrub jay was popping down ten at a meal. I set one of Rafael's mousetraps on top of the post he was landing on, and when he landed the trap knocked him about fifteen feet. Was he mad! He cursed me in every language known to jays. "

"Ah, shit, " I said, yanking some of his long white hair out of the corner of his mouth before he chewed it down. "All our lives you've been telling us about America. How great it was. Now we've got a chance to fight for it, and you vote against the idea. I don't get it. It's contrary to everything you've taught us. "

"Is not. America was great in the way that whales are great, see what I mean?"

"No. "

"You've gotten remarkably dense lately, you know that? I mean, America was huge, it was a giant. It swam through the seas eating up all the littler countries—drinking them up as it went along. We were eating up the world, boy, and that's why the world rose up and put an end to us. So I'm not contradicting myself. America was great like a whale—it was giant and majestic, but it stank and was a killer.

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